ANGEL 5.20 The Girl in Question - Full Transcript
BTR1701
Written by
Steven S. DeKnight
Drew Goddard
Directed by
David Greenwalt
Episode 5.20
Original Airdate
May 5, 2004
CAST
Angel/Angelus DAVID BOREANAZ
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce ALEXIS DENISOF
Charles Gunn J. AUGUST RICHARDS
Illyria AMY ACKER
Spike JAMES MARSTERS
Lorne ANDY HALLETT
Harmony Kendall MERCEDES McNAB
Darla JULIE BENZ
Drusilla JULIET LANDAU
Andrew Wells TOM LENK
Trish Burkle JENNIFER GRIFFIN
Roger Burkle GARY GRUBBS
Ilona Costa Bianchi CAROLE RAPHAELLE DAVIS
Mario DAVID LEE
Bartender VIKKI GURDAS
Pietro ROB STEINER
Old Demon Woman IRINA MALEEVA
Demon Butler ANDREW ABLESON
Bouncer DOMINIC PACE
PROLOGUE
1 INT. WOLFRAM & HART- ATRIUM- DAY
The elevator doors open. ANGEL and GUNN exit in mid-conversation and
head for Angel's office.
GUNN
We need to act on this now.
ANGEL
Not without a full risk analysis. We don't want to be rushing into this
thing half-cocked.
GUNN
As opposed to the full-cock that's been working so well for us?
Angel stops and stares hard at Gunn.
ANGEL
You got something you want to say?
GUNN
I just don't want to lose another baby with the bathwater... boss.
ANGEL
Fine. We'll send Spike.
CUT TO:
2 INT. WOLFRAM & HART- ANGEL'S OFFICE- DAY
SPIKE lounges in a chair, playing a Nintendo game.
SPIKE
Bugger that. Do it yourself.
GUNN
Spike, this is a delicate matter that needs to be handled with a lot of
finesse. (to Angel) And why the hell are we talking to him?
ANGEL
Because he signed on to help.
SPIKE
Not to be some glorified garbage collector.
GUNN
It's not garbage. It's a body. And there's a bloody gang war coming our
way if we don't get it back.
SPIKE
The stiff's that important?
GUNN
It's the remains of the capo di famiglia of the Goran demon clan.
SPIKE
Never heard of him.
GUNN
That's because the capo was human-tolerant. Kept a low profile. More
interested in profit than mayhem.
ANGEL
What happened to him?
GUNN
Died on a business trip in Italy. We need to go there, retrieve his body
and return it to his family in the next... 26 hours.
SPIKE
Or what? He gets deader?
GUNN
No, he stays dead. They die, they pupate, they live again but only if
the proper rituals are performed by the immediate family. If the capo's
body isn't returned in time, the rituals won't take. So long capo, hello
power vacuum.
ANGEL
Which the rival clans will try to fill.
GUNN
And they aren't as tolerant of humans. If we do this, it all stays cool.
If not...
ANGEL
We'll stick with "do".
He yanks the video game from Spike's hands and knocks his feet to the
floor.
ANGEL
Okay, come on. Pack your bags.
SPIKE
Hey, hey! I don't even speak the language.
ANGEL
We'll get you a book.
Angel's phone rings.
SPIKE
(to Gunn)
How do you say "wank off" in Italian?
GUNN
Can somebody please just get on a plane?
ANGEL
(into phone)
Hello? (concerned) What? When? (beat) I understand. Thanks.
He hangs up, a worried look on his face.
SPIKE
All right. What is it this time? Über-vamps? Demon gods? Devil robots?
ANGEL
It's Buffy.
Opening credit sequence.
ACT I
3 INT. WOLFRAM & HART- ATRIUM- DAY
Angel strides out of his office and heads for the elevators with Spike
and Gunn trailing behind him.
ANGEL
I said I'll take care of it.
GUNN
Take care of what?
SPIKE
Is Buffy all right?
ANGEL
She will be when I get there.
SPIKE
What happened?
ANGEL
The Immortal.
Spike recoils.
GUNN
The who?
SPIKE
The foulest evil hell ever vomited forth.
HARMONY stands up behind her desk and smiles innocently.
HARMONY
Worse than you?
ANGEL
He was spotted in Rome near Buffy's-
GUNN
Wait a minute. Rome. That's where the capo died.
SPIKE
Oh, wait, that's definitely his M.O.
HARMONY
The capo's?
ANGEL
The Immortal. He whacks the capo, lures me to Rome. He takes out a
Slayer and a vampire with a soul.
GUNN
Plus, he starts a war when the capo's body isn't returned for
resurrection. This guy's good.
ANGEL
So am I. Harmony, have the jet fueled and ready for takeoff.
Angel turns and hits the elevator call button.
SPIKE
Do you really think we can take him?
ANGEL
Whoa! What do you mean "we"?
SPIKE
What? You don't think I'm going to let you traipse off to Italy without
me, do you?
ANGEL
You don't speak the language.
SPIKE
I'll get a book.
ANGEL
Spike, you're only going to make things worse!
SPIKE
Look, we get the capo's body, we rescue Buffy and we stop The Immortal.
It's that simple. Unless he kills you, which would be sad.
ANGEL
He's not going to kill me.
SPIKE
Not if I'm with ya.
CUT TO:
4 INT. WOLFRAM & HART CORPORATE JET- DAY
As the plane speeds over the Atlantic, Angel and Spike sit on opposite
sides of the cabin and glare sullenly at each other.
ANGEL
Just admit it. You think you're going to ride in, save the day, and
sweep Buffy off of her-
SPIKE
Like you're not thinking the same thing.
ANGEL
I'm already seeing somebody.
SPIKE
What? Dog-girl?
ANGEL
Nina's a werewolf and-
SPIKE
Does Fido know her boyfriend's flying halfway around the world to visit
his ex?
ANGEL
Look, I was going to call her and we're just... hanging out. She's not
my girlfriend.
SPIKE
This rate, never will be.
ANGEL
It doesn't concern you, Spike.
SPIKE
I just want to see you happy. Well, not too happy, 'cause then I'd have
to stake ya. (beat) Second thought, have at it.
ANGEL
This isn't about us!
SPIKE
You and Nina?
ANGEL
Me and you. This is a dangerous mission that's only going to get worse
if we don't put aside our differences. Look, we have to work together on
this to stop The Immortal and save Buffy. (beat) Oh, and pick up that
demon body thingie.
SPIKE
Partners, then?
ANGEL
Just like old times. You want a drink?
SPIKE
God, yes.
CUT TO:
Later. Spike and Angel sit in the back of the plane surrounded by dozens
of empty tiny airline liquor bottles.
ANGEL
Huh. You really can't get drunk off these things.
SPIKE
Not us, anyway. Vampire constitution. Not always a plus. How'd you know?
ANGEL
I drank a lot of them and I still don't like you.
SPIKE
About Buffy. How did you know she was in trouble?
ANGEL
I got word.
SPIKE
From who?
ANGEL
A source.
SPIKE
You've been spying on her?
ANGEL
I just wanted to make sure she was all right.
SPIKE
Sending your lackeys to do your stalking for you? That is really
pathetic.
ANGEL
All right, fine. I'm not proud of it but it's... it's Buffy.
SPIKE
How many you got on her?
ANGEL
Just the one. But he got spotted. He called me from the hospital after
he regained consciousness.
SPIKE
You should have had more of your people watching her.
ANGEL
(sighs)
Yeah. (beat) We'll be landing soon. Remember the last time we were in
Italy?
SPIKE
Like it was yesterday.
FLASH CUT TO:
5 INT. ROME, ITALY- UPSCALE NIGHTCLUB (1954)- NIGHT
Spike stands with his arm around DRUSILLA, both dressed like mod
hipsters. They stare haughtily at the other patrons who stare back at
them with equal disdain. Everyone is too cool for words, at least in
their own minds.
SPIKE
Ciao.
WOMAN
Ciao.
DRUSILLA
Ciao.
WOMAN
Ciao.
SPIKE
Ciao.
BACK TO SCENE
6 INT. WOLFRAM & HART CORPORATE JET (PRESENT)- DAY
ANGEL
Wait a minute. I wasn't in Italy in the 50's.
SPIKE
Oh, right. Guess you weren't. You really missed out.
ANGEL
I guess so. It sounds a lot better than when I remember it.
SPIKE
Eighteen-ninety-four?
ANGEL
The room of pain.
CUT TO:
7 INT. ROME- MEDIEVAL DUNGEON (1894)- NIGHT
Spike and Angelus are stripped to their underclothes and hang
unconscious by their arms from steel manacles. Angelus groans and starts
to come around.
ANGELUS
Oh... William.
No response. He swings to side and knocks into Spike, rousing him.
SPIKE
Ow! Bloody hell...
Spike looks down at his bare chest and undershorts.
SPIKE
That right bastard!
ANGELUS
The Immortal thinks he can do this to us?
SPIKE
He doesn't know who he's dealing with.
ANGELUS
Well, he's about to find out.
They struggle against chains to no avail.
SPIKE
He's going to curse the day he ever crossed purpose with Angelus.
ANGELUS
And William the Bloody.
SPIKE
We'll see just how immortal he is when we're done with him.
ANGELUS
We'll carve him up like a Sunday roast and make him watch as we feast on
his steaming flesh.
With a grimacing cry of pain, Angelus puts all he has into breaking free
and comes up short.
ANGELUS
How are you doing?
SPIKE
Bugger.
The doors swing open and MARIO enters, a gentleman in fine clothes, prim
and proper, accompanied by two lackeys wielding crossbows.
ANGELUS
Your master send you to do his dirty work? Ferry us to hell, then. We'll
save a spot for him, next to the fire and the mangy, dung-lickin'-
Mario removes his gloves and slaps Angelus in the face with them.
ANGELUS
Bit over the top there, aren't ya?
Mario takes out a key and starts unhooking Spike and Angelus.
MARIO
His benevolence, The Immortal, wishes to convey his regrets at having
detained you but your recent actions against his concerns merited stiff
reprimand.
SPIKE
His concerns?
ANGELUS
This is our city. We were here first.
MARIO
No, actually, he was- 300 years ago- and now he's back. You will leave
this city tonight and never return under a penalty of death so swift
that-
Angelus' hands whip out and snap Mario's neck in the blink of an eye.
The man drops to the floor dead as Angelus turns his gaze to the two
trembling men and their crossbows.
ANGELUS
Go ahead. Take your best shot. I'll snatch your little wee sticks out of
the air and spend the next fortnight shoving them slowly up your arse.
The men share a glance and run off into the night. Angelus and Spike
chuckle at their fear as they grab their clothes and start to dress.
SPIKE
Can you really do that?
ANGELUS
The arrow thing? I don't know. I never tried. Oh, look what he did to me
shirt!
SPIKE
(sarcastic)
"His benevolence, The Immortal."
ANGELUS
In for a shock, he is. There's going to be a reckoning after a good meal
and a long rest in the arms of...
CUT TO:
8 INT. ROME- VILLA MEDICI HOTEL- DARLA'S ROOM- NIGHT
ANGELUS
Darla!
Spike and Angelus enter to find the lovely four-poster bed in disarray
and DARLA sprawled naked and unconscious across it.
SPIKE
What have they done to her?
CUT TO:
9 INT. WOLFRAM & HART- ATRIUM (PRESENT)- DAY
ILLYRIA walks among the bustling lawyers, running her hands along the
leaves of the plants by the elevator bank. LORNE and WESLEY watch her
from the corridor.
ILLYRIA
I can no longer hear the song of the green.
LORNE
(to Wesley)
You think that includes me?
WESLEY
Her powers have been greatly reduced. She still has an unusual level of
strength but is no longer invulnerable or able to alter time.
ILLYRIA
You revel in my defeat.
WESLEY
Is that how you view it? You've been defeated?
ILLYRIA
My world gone, my power stripped... how would you define it?
LORNE
How about, lucky we didn't kill you when you went nuclear?
ILLYRIA
This fate is worse than death. Condemned to living out existence in a
vessel incapable of sustaining my true glory. How am I to function with
such limitation?
LORNE
Have you ever tried a Seabreeze?
Illyria rounds on Lorne, her gaze cold and deadly. Lorne stumbles back a
step in fear.
ILLYRIA
You attempt amusement at the expense of your better.
Wesley steps between them.
WESLEY
Illyria... perhaps you should return to the lab.
ILLYRIA
I do not bend to your wishes.
WESLEY
I'm not asking you to. I'm merely suggesting that more tests might lead
to knowledge of how to help you function.
She stares balefully at Lorne for a beat, then turns to Wesley.
ILLYRIA
I go because it suits me.
She heads up the stairs and out of sight.
LORNE
Whew. So too bad that whirly-jig thing didn't suck the sass out of her.
WESLEY
She's overcompensating. Posturing.
LORNE
So she really wasn't going to snap my stalk?
WESLEY
Her powers are weakened but... she's still unpredictable. Perhaps more
so until she learns to adjust. We have to be careful not to agitate her.
The elevator opens behind Wesley and ROGER and TRISH BURKLE, Fred's
parents, step out into the atrium.
LORNE
Burkles!
ROGER
(to Trish)
See? I told you they would remember us.
TRISH
I guess we do make an impression.
WESLEY
Why are you here? I mean, what-
ROGER
Hawaii!
TRISH
Been saving up for years.
ROGER
Thought we'd take a layover and surprise Fred. Know where we can find
her?
Wesley hesitates a beat, then smiles stiffly.
WESLEY
Step into my office.
He leads them away as Illyria watches thoughtfully from the balcony
above.
CUT TO:
10 INT. ROME- BUFFY'S APARTMENT- NIGHT
Angel and Spike stop before an apartment door and knock.
ANGEL
Let me handle this.
SPIKE
I bet you'd like to.
The door opens to reveal ANDREW WELLS, disheveled in his pajamas. He
takes one look at Angel and Spike and lights up. He hugs Spike warmly.
ANDREW
Spike! Oh, mio dio! E come sogno incantevole. What are you doing here?
ANGEL
About to ask you the same question, Andrew.
ANDREW
Buffy and Dawn are letting me crash. My casa was incinerated when that
thing happened.
SPIKE
What thing?
ANDREW
Cultural misunderstanding. Let us speak of more pleasant times. Entrate
pure. I part my threshold. (beat) I mean, my apartment, obviously.
He stands back and gestures for them to enter. They both try to go
through the door at the same time and jam up in the threshold. Angel
pulls past Spike, annoyed. Andrew quickly tries to clean up the place.
He kicks burger wrappers and chip bags under the couch.
ANDREW
So I had plans later this evening but I could change them if you guys
want to hang. I could show you Rome at night, a city of contrasts.
Anywhere you want to go, anything you want to see.
ANGEL & SPIKE
(unison)
Buffy.
ANDREW
Right, because you two both- yeah, she's not here.
ANGEL
Where'd she go?
ANDREW
To meet The Immortal.
SPIKE
By herself?
ANDREW
I told you I had plans.
ANGEL
When did she leave?
ANDREW
You just missed her.
SPIKE
(to Angel)
Then we're not too late.
ANGEL
Of course, it could be worse.
ANDREW
You're telling me. Most nights they never leave the house, just curl up
on the couch and snuggle.
Angel and Spike stare at Andrew in shock.
ANGEL
There's snuggling?
ANDREW
For starters. (off his look) Wait. You didn't know they were together?
SPIKE
(to Angel)
It's worse.
FADE OUT
ACT II
11 INT. ROME- VILLA MEDICI HOTEL- DARLA'S ROOM (1894)- NIGHT
Angelus runs over to the bed and turns Darla over.
ANGELUS
Darla! Darla! What have they done? My sweet death...
Darla opens her eyes and sighs dreamily. She wasn't hurt after all,
merely sleeping.
DARLA
Angelus, you're back.
ANGELUS
I'd claw my way from the depths of hell to lay by your side.
He scoops her up and kisses her deeply, then recoils.
ANGELUS
He's tasted you!
SPIKE
Who?
ANGELUS
Who do you think?
SPIKE
Oh, that cheeky bastard. Had us tossed, then violates your woman.
ANGELUS
(to Darla)
Did he hurt you?
She smiles and wraps a sheet around herself as she stands up.
DARLA
Not until I asked him to. (off his look) Oh, come on. Have you seen him?
With the eyes and the chest and the... immortality.
SPIKE
(petulant)
We're immortal.
Darla drops the sheet and starts dressing, oblivious to being naked in
front of Spike and Angelus.
DARLA
Not like him. I mean, he's not some common vampire. He's... I don't know
what he is. A giant. A Titan straddling good and evil, serving no master
but his own considerable desires.
ANGELUS
Darla...
DARLA
And spiritual! Did you know he spent 150 years in a Tibetan monastery?
Which I guess explains all the desire.
ANGELUS
He's my arch-nemesis.
DARLA
Oh, darling... it was just fornication. (beat) Really great fornication.
SPIKE
She's glowing, mate.
ANGELUS
She isn't.
DARLA
Little bit.
SPIKE
(to Angel)
Best fit you for a pair of antlers. Been made the right cuckold, you
have.
Drusilla emerges from the back room, also glowing, dressed only in
lingerie. She smiles lustily at Darla.
DRUSILLA
Time for another pony ride?
Spike stares at her, the realization dawning.
SPIKE
Son of a bitch!
ANGELUS
(to Darla)
The both of ya?
DARLA
(shrugs)
He's insatiable.
SPIKE
Drusilla, you let him touch you?
She closes her eyes, reliving the ecstasy.
DRUSILLA
He felt like sunshine.
SPIKE
Oh, no, no...
He turns away, shaking his head in denial.
ANGELUS
That's why he had us tossed, so he could violate-
DARLA
He didn't-
ANGELUS
Violate our women!
SPIKE
Violate in succession!
DARLA
Concurrently.
ANGELUS
Concurrently? You never let us do that!
Darla shakes her head in mock sympathy at Angelus, then takes Drusilla's
hand and leads her into the back room.
DARLA
Come on, Dru. Let's have a bath so the boys can weep in private.
DRUSILLA
Will you hold me under the water?
DARLA
If you wish.
When they're gone, Angelus turns to Spike, seething, then shatters a
vase against the wall.
ANGELUS
This is a slight that will not go unmet!
SPIKE
Death is too quick!
ANGELUS
Not all deaths are quick.
SPIKE
What do you have in mind?
ANGELUS
I think it's time The Immortal found out exactly who he's dealing with.
I think it's time for blood vengeance.
CUT TO:
12 INT. ROME- PLAZA DE COLÓN OPERA HOUSE- NIGHT
Angelus and Spike stand at the doors trying to get into The Immortal's
party but the way is guarded by two burly BOUNCERS.
ANGELUS
Blood vengeance. I'm sure we're on the list. Is there anything under
blood vengeance?
BOUNCER
No. No blood vengeance. Sorry.
SPIKE
Maybe it's under Angelus?
BOUNCER
(firm)
You are not on The Immortal's list.
ANGELUS
Ah, you know what? To hell with the list.
He and Spike charge the bouncer only to be repelled by an invisible
barrier.
BOUNCER
You are not in here. You are not going in there. Piss off!
Angelus and Spike reluctantly turn to leave.
ANGELUS
He mocks us at every turn.
SPIKE
Yeah, the man has no sense of indecency. You remember Frankfurt? He
hatches the Rathruhn egg personally and then just decides to give those
nuns safe passage.
ANGELUS
Those were my nuns!
SPIKE
Yeah, nuns are your thing! Everybody knows that. They respect it. They
respect us.
ANGELUS
We're the reason men fear the night This isn't over yet, Immortal! This
will never be over!
CUT TO:
13 INT. ROME- GORAN DEMON CLAN RESIDENCE (PRESENT)- NIGHT
Angel and Spike wait in the foyer for the capo's remains. The clan's
DEMON BUTLER stands across the room and pretends not to listen to their
conversation.
SPIKE
It's over. Just like that. Not that I thought I had a chance, anyway.
ANGEL
At least I have a girlfriend. Still...
SPIKE
(disgusted)
The Immortal!
ANGEL
I mean, come on!
SPIKE
She's smarter than that.
ANGEL
She'd never fall for a centuries-old guy with a dark past who may or may
not be evil.
SPIKE
She's under some kind of spell.
ANGEL
I was just thinking that.
SPIKE
We're going to pick up the capo's body...
ANGEL
...then find The Immortal and break his whammy.
An OLD DEMON WOMAN with horns growing out of the back of her head enters
and sets a bowling ball carrying bag on the table in front of Angel.
DEMON WOMAN
Grazie, Señor Angelo. We are in your debt for attending to a delicate
matter. Grazie, grazie.
Angel looks at the bag, confused.
ANGEL
This is the capo di famiglia of the Goran demon clan?
DEMON WOMAN
Si, si. The capo di famiglia.
SPIKE
Must have been a wee fella.
Angel opens the bag and peers inside.
ANGEL
This is just his head.
DEMON WOMAN
Si, si. The head of the capo di famiglia.
SPIKE
What happened to the rest of him?
DEMON WOMAN
When a Goran demon becomes heavy with the age, his head sag and drop off
like a ripe fig.
ANGEL
So his new body just hatches out of it?
DEMON WOMAN
If the rituals are performed by the family in time. You must get the
head of the capo to Los Angeles, subito. Eh, si?
ANGEL
Si! Subito.
CUT TO:
14 INT. ROME- BUFFY'S APARTMENT- NIGHT
Angel knocks on the door again. Andrew answers again.
ANGEL
Is Buffy home yet?
ANDREW
You guys, it's only 8:30.
ANGEL
Right.
SPIKE
Yeah.
ANGEL
Do you know where they went?
CUT TO:
15 INT. WOLFRAM & HART (LOS ANGELES)- WESLEY'S OFFICE- DAY
Wesley leads Trish and Roger into his office and closes the door.
ROGER
I gotta say this is a step up from where you boys used to hang your hat.
TRISH
Oh, a couple of steps.
WESLEY
Yes, we-
ROGER
You know, we didn't want to say anything, but we were a little worried
about that old hotel.
TRISH
It seemed a little run down.
ROGER
But Fred called it home so we just kept our mouths shut.
TRISH
A girl reaches a certain age, she's earned the right to make her own
decisions.
ROGER
Which with Fred was around seven, wasn't it?
WESLEY
Mr. and Mrs. Burkle...
TRISH
Please...
ROGER
Roger and Trish.
TRISH
The way she goes on about y'all, it feels like we're practically family.
ROGER
So where is our prodigal daughter? Out saving the world with that nice
Angel fella?
WESLEY
Roger, Trish... there's something you need to know. Fred-
ILLYRIA
Mom?
Roger and Trish smile as Illyria enters the room. Her blue hair, leather
bodysuit and menacing attitude are gone. She looks and acts just like
Fred again.
ROGER
Well, there she is now.
ILLYRIA
Dad? Oh, my god! What are y'all doing here?
Wesley stares in stony silence as Illyria runs over and hugs Roger and
Trish, gushing happily as if she were the real Fred.
ROGER
Sweetie!
TRISH
A sight for sore eyes.
ROGER
You look great.
CUT TO:
16 INT. ROME- ALPHEUS NIGHTCLUB- NIGHT
Angel and Spike make their way through the writhing throng of dancing
bodies. The beat is frenetic and loud, almost drowning out their words.
ANGEL
Dancing. Why'd it have to be dancing?
Spike walks over to the bar and gets the attention of the beautiful
brunette BARTENDER.
SPIKE
(to bartender)
You speak English, luv?
BARTENDER
Si, si. I love the English.
SPIKE
We'll get along fine, then.
ANGEL
We're looking for a girl. American, blond hair, blue eyes.
BARTENDER
Many blond Americans. Coeducationals. Spring break? The girls, they go
wild.
ANGEL
No, we're looking for a friend of ours.
SPIKE
She's in trouble. This ponce called The Immortal-
BARTENDER
Ah, si, si. The Immortal's new ragazza. They come, while ago.
She scans the crowd over their shoulders, then points out onto the dance
floor with a nod of her head.
BARTENDER
There.
Angel and Spike turn as the crowd parts to reveal Buffy dancing with
wild abandon opposite The Immortal, her handsome and charismatic date.
BARTENDER
Your friend maybe go a little wild, too. Si?
Spike's jaw clenches in anger. He points to Angel as he heads toward
Buffy.
SPIKE
Right. Hold down the fort. I'll be right back.
Angel rushes to catch up with him.
ANGEL
Oh, yeah. Here it comes. The part where you run off alone and play the
big hero so Buffy will take you back. Well, news flash, blondie-bear.
Never going to happen.
SPIKE
Look, I know I don't have a shot with her, all right- probably never
did- but I still care about her and I'm not going to let her end up with
a jerk like The Immortal. Or you.
ANGEL
Ours is a forever love.
SPIKE
(scoffs)
I had a relationship with her, too.
ANGEL
Okay, sleeping together is not a relationship.
SPIKE
It is if you do it enough times.
Angel suddenly stops in his tracks.
ANGEL
Spike?
SPIKE
What?
ANGEL
The head.
SPIKE
I thought you had it.
They both look back to the bar just as the demon butler from the Goran
residence picks up the bag and heads for the door.
SPIKE
Hey!
The butler turns to go and suddenly finds the way blocked by Angel and
Spike. He looks startled, amazed they could have crossed the room in the
blink of an eye.
SPIKE
Where do you think you're going with our head, jeeves?
THUG
Anywhere he wants.
The two vampires suddenly find themselves surrounded by hulking goons.
The butler smiles triumphantly.
ANGEL
I don't suppose we could talk about this over a nice amaretto?
He braces himself as the thug's fist flies at his face.
FADE OUT
ACT III
17 INT. ROME- ALPHEUS NIGHTCLUB- NIGHT
Resume. A slow motion ballet of violence as the thugs attack and Angel
and Spike dispatch them one at a time. Spike pounds down the last goon
and turns to face his next attacker, only to land his punch squarely on
Angel's jaw. Angel reels backward, then scowls with anger and socks
Spike in return. They both square off and throw another punch, hitting
each other simultaneously.
ANGEL
What the hell are you doing?
SPIKE
I was confused, ya git! It's very loud in here.
ANGEL
Where'd the little guy go?
They look around for the butler and spot him just as he leaves through
the back door.
CUT TO:
18 EXT. ROME- ALPHEUS NIGHTCLUB- NIGHT
Angel and Spike run outside to find the streets deserted.
SPIKE
Where'd he go?
An engine revs and they both barely manage to dive out of the way as the
butler nearly runs them down in a red Alpha Romeo.
ANGEL
Hey, that's our car. He's got our car!
Spike jumps on one of the Vespa motor scooters parked in a line outside
the nightclub and starts it up. He pulls next to Angel.
SPIKE
Hop on, little mama.
ANGEL
I'm not riding on the back.
SPIKE
He's getting away!
Angel sighs and climbs on behind Spike. He wraps his arms around Spike's
waist as the scooter pulls away.
CUT TO:
19 EXT. STREETS OF ROME- NIGHT
Riding their tiny scooter, Spike and Angel somehow manage to keep up
with the speeding sports car, chasing it through the twists and turns of
the Roman streets.
ANGEL
Faster. Come on, punch it!
SPIKE
Stop holding on so tight.
After a few more turns and switchbacks, Angel spots an opening.
ANGEL
Shortcut! Turn right.
SPIKE
Let go of me!
Spike makes the turn into a dark and narrow alley.
ANGEL
Turn left, we'll cut him off.
SPIKE
All right, already.
The scooter shoots out of the alley directly in the path of the butler's
car. Spike's eyes go wide as the car smashes into the scooter, throwing
them both to the pavement, then backs up the street the way it came and
disappears into the night. Angel screams in frustration.
ANGEL
One job. Hang onto the head. That's it.
SPIKE
You were right there, too.
ANGEL
I wasn't in charge of the head.
SPIKE
Well, it's gone now, isn't it? Are you going to stand there in the
strada yelling at me all night?
ANGEL
Did you just say strada?
SPIKE
It means street.
ANGEL
Yeah, I know what it means.
He lifts Angel's wrist and points to his watch.
SPIKE
Look... we only have 12 hours to get that head back before Los Angeles
becomes a demon war zone. Should we argue some more or should we get on
with it?
ANGEL
All right. You're right. No more screwing around. We find that guy, we
get the head back, then we get the hell out of here. That's it.
CUT TO:
20 INT. ROME- ALPHEUS NIGHTCLUB- NIGHT
Back at the bar with the bartender.
ANGEL
Have you seen the blond girl?
SPIKE
Buffy. Her name is Buffy.
ANGEL
She was just dancing with The Immortal.
SPIKE
Are they still here? Did they leave?
BARTENDER
Relax, relax. It's okay.
SPIKE
They're still here?
BARTENDER
Oh, no. They're gone. But you must relax. Here, I pour you some wine.
Angel turns away in frustration.
ANGEL
He's got her, Spike. He's got Buffy. Why is this always happening to us?
SPIKE
It's him. The Immortal. This is what he does. Every time he shows up, I
either lose my girl, get beaten by an angry mob or get thrown in prison
for tax evasion. (off his look) Long story.
ANGEL
Well, you know what? It's different now. We're different.
SPIKE
Damn right we are! We're not going to be his Shemps anymore.
ANGEL
No way, man. We're just out of our element.
SPIKE
If this was L.A., we'd have him hog-tied by now.
ANGEL
If we had our resources, if we had our team, if we had our helicopters
or- I mean, he'd be in a world of-
SPIKE
Hang on. Doesn't Wolfram & Hart have an office here in Rome?
CUT TO:
21 INT. WOLFRAM & HART (ROME)- ATRIUM- NIGHT
The elevators open and Angel and Spike walk out into a set of offices
identical to their own in L.A. The only difference is that the demons
and humans walking the halls speak Italian instead of English.
ILONA COSTA BIANCHI, a beautiful brunette woman, emerges from what would
be Angel's office and greets them warmly.
ILONA
Ciao! Benvenuti! Welcome! Ah, Spike...
She kisses him on both cheeks.
ILONA
You are the very meaning of handsome. You take my breath away. I have no
breath! (to Angel) And you, what an honor. (kisses his cheeks) The great
Angelus.
ANGEL
Actually, it's just Angel.
ILONA
Ah, yes. Of course. The gypsies, they gave you your soul. The gypsies
are filthy people (spits) and we shall speak of them no more. I am Ilona
Costa Bianchi. I am the CEO of the Roman offices of Wolfram e Hart. And
please, we are at your disposal. Whatever it is that you want, we give
to you. If you want the world, we give you the world. We give you two
worlds, in fact, because this is our way.
ANGEL
Okay.
SPIKE
Good. Yeah.
ILONA
Now let's go into my office and we talk like adults, eh? Come.
She calls out to PIETRO, her version of Harmony.
ILONA
Pietro!
PIETRO
Si, signora.
The mousy little man jumps at her command and runs to the door of her
office to open it for her. Ilona rattles off a string of orders in
Italian as she disappears inside. Angel and Spike share an uncertain
look, not sure what to make of her.
SPIKE
She seems nice...
CUT TO:
22 INT. WOLFRAM & HART (LOS ANGELES)- LAB- DAY
Illyria, still acting as Fred, leads Roger and Trish on a tour of the
lab. Wesley follows, watching her suspiciously.
ROGER
I gotta tell ya, everyone is so dang friendly. I can't get over it.
ILLYRIA
Well, they kinda have to be, daddy. I'm their boss. If they're mean to
you, I'll just fire 'em.
Trish takes Wesley by the arm as they walk.
TRISH
Have we not seen each other since I ran over that bug demon with the
bus? How is that even possible?
WESLEY
Things have been a bit hectic these last couple of... years.
TRISH
Well, I want to hear absolutely everything but most importantly, have
you got a young lady in your life?
ILLYRIA
Mom!
TRISH
What? I was just asking. Can I help it if there's a perfect gentleman
hiding in plain sight of my single daughter?
ILLYRIA
Dad, make her stop!
ROGER
(to Trish)
Knock it off, big mouth.
TRISH
(to Wesley)
He keeps talking to me like that, I'm going to keep you for myself.
ROGER
Is this whole laboratory yours, honey?
ILLYRIA
Well, technically it's the company's but... yeah, I'm in charge of it.
Want to see my office?
ROGER
That's it up there?
Illyria smiles and nods.
ROGER
(to Trish)
Come on, baby.
They head up the stairs and when they're out of earshot, Wesley spins
Illyria around by the arm.
WESLEY
What the hell are you doing?
ILLYRIA
Visiting with my folks.
WESLEY
Illyria!
She drops the Fred act and reverts back to herself for the moment.
ILLYRIA
Your grief hangs off of you like rotted flesh. I couldn't tolerate it
from them as well. I thought this would be more convenient.
Wesley stares at her, watching her carefully.
WESLEY
How is it possible?
ILLYRIA
It's a simple modulation of my form. I appear as I choose. Do you wish
me to stop?
Illyria locks eyes with Wesley, silently challenging him as Trish
emerges from the office behind them.
TRISH
Sweetie, you have got to do a better job decorating. This office is as
bare as a bone. (beat) Is everything okay?
Wesley backs down and breaks Illyria's stare.
WESLEY
Everything's fine.
Illyria turns around, her Fred persona back in place, her face lit with
a huge smile.
ILLYRIA
Absotively!
CUT TO:
23 INT. WOLFRAM & HART (ROME)- ILONA'S OFFICE- NIGHT
Pietro lights a cigarette for Ilona as she gestures for Spike and Angel
to sit.
ILONA
Please, make yourselves as though you were at home. Your problems, they
are no more. You have no more problems. What are your problems?
ANGEL
Our friend, she's under some sort of spell.
SPIKE
Cast by the vilest wretch this side of Mount Everest... which I'm told
he has climbed. Several times.
ANGEL
Look, he goes by the name of The Immortal.
ILONA
Ah, The Immortal. Then your friend is lucky. I have had dealings with
The Immortal many times and I must say that the outcome is always...
most satisfactory.
SPIKE
He's got her trapped.
ANGEL
It's a love spell and we-
ILONA
Doubtful. The Immortal doesn't use spells. He considers them dirty.
Dirty tricks for dirty people. Like gypsies. (spits) We will speak of
them no more.
SPIKE
Well, he's done something magick to her.
ANGEL
We need to do some research. Look, don't you guys have like an Italian
Wesley here?
ILONA
Yes, yes, we have but he's taking a nap. And I do not need him to tell
me what is already widely known- that The Immortal does not use magick.
SPIKE
Then it must be something else.
ANGEL
Look, we need to know everything there is to know about him. We need-
ILONA
To keep your head. (laughs) Yes, we know all about your mission to
retrieve the capo di famiglia and I have to say right now it seems a bit
more important than trying to pry your friend off of The Immortal. Your
head is in great danger. We have already received a ransom note.
Pietro hands her a piece of paper which she hands to Angel.
ILONA
It was addressed to you via our offices. I took the liberty of sneaking
a peek. But we must hurry because the drop is about to take place in
less than one hour.
ANGEL
All right, we're going to need a chase helicopter and an assault team-
SPIKE
And guns. Lots and lots of guns.
ILONA
No, no, no, no! The two of you are so precious but no. This is a
civilized country. We do these things all the time. Somebody gets
kidnapped, somebody pays the money, everybody goes home happy. Grazie,
prego, kiss-kiss. We already have the money ready to go.
Pietro holds up a briefcase full of cash.
ANGEL
All right, fine. Whatever. We'll do it your way.
SPIKE
Who's making the drop?
CUT TO:
24 EXT. ROME- PIAZZA DEL POPOLO- NIGHT
Spike and Angel stand near the fountain in the center of the deserted
piazza with the money waiting for the exchange.
ANGEL
I helped save the world, you know.
SPIKE
Like I haven't.
ANGEL
Yeah, but I've done it a lot more.
SPIKE
Oh, please...
ANGEL
I closed the Hellmouth.
SPIKE
I've done that.
ANGEL
(scoffs)
You wore a necklace. I helped kill the Mayor and... Jasmine and-
SPIKE
Do those really count as saving the world?
ANGEL
I stopped Acathla. That saved the world.
SPIKE
Buffy ran you through with a sword.
ANGEL
Yeah, but I made her do it. I signaled her with my eyes.
SPIKE
She killed you. I helped her. That one counts as mine!
ANGEL
My point is I'm better than this, okay? We're better than this. What the
hell could Buffy see in him?
BUTLER
(o.s.)
Perhaps she likes the cut of his trousers.
They turn around as the butler gets out of a parked car holding the bag.
Half a dozen of his thugs melt out of the shadows and surround the two
vampires.
CUT TO:
25 INT. WOLFRAM & HART (LOS ANGELES)- ATRIUM- DAY
Roger presses the elevator call button.
TRISH
Sorry to just drop in on you like this unannounced.
ILLYRIA
Are you kidding me? I'm just sad y'all can't stay longer.
ROGER
Well, the beach is calling.
TRISH
Wesley, you take care of our little Fred for us, okay?
WESLEY
Of course.
Trish gives Illyria a big hug.
TRISH
I miss you already and we haven't even gone yet. (beat) Are you sure
you're okay? You seem different somehow.
ROGER
Oh, she's just growing up, mother. Let her go. You're going to embarrass
her in front of her employees.
ILLYRIA
Oh, stop it, daddy, and come here and give me a hug.
She pulls them both close.
ILLYRIA
I love you guys so much.
TRISH
Oh, we love you, too.
ROGER
We'll talk soon, okay?
ILLYRIA
Counting on it.
The elevator arrives and Fred's parents get on. Illyria smiles and
waves. As the doors shut, the emotion slowly bleeds out of her face
until nothing is left but the cold stare of a demon.
WESLEY
Did you get what you needed from that experience?
ILLYRIA
Yes. It was most informative.
WESLEY
Good. Don't ever do it again.
He walks off without another word.
CUT TO:
26 EXT. ROME- PIAZZA DEL POPOLO- NIGHT
The butler circles Angel and Spike, confident in his advantage over them.
BUTLER
You must be so lonely. Your girlfriend has become lovers with The
Immortal. How unfortunate for you. And how fortunate for her.
ANGEL
You know The Immortal?
BUTLER
But of course.
ANGEL
I knew it. None of this is a coincidence.
SPIKE
Been his plan all along. Steal our head, keep us busy, and traipse off
with my girl. (off his look) Our girl.
ANGEL
(to butler)
It's a setup. You're just his lackey.
BUTLER
I should be so lucky. No, The Immortal does not need men like me to do
his business. He is a wild card, a wolf removed from the pack, a
stallion without the bridle.
SPIKE
What? Are you in love with him?
BUTLER
No, no. no. (beat) Well, okay, yes. But if anything, he is more of an
inspiration, a spiritual guide. Have you read his book? It's a life
changer.
ANGEL
(to Spike)
I'm getting a little tired of Italy.
SPIKE
I know what you mean.
They both attack the thugs, fists flying.
BUTLER
Oh, look. The Americans are relying on violence to solve their problems.
What a surprise.
Angel dispatches two of the goons and charges the butler. He tosses the
head to one of his thugs and they play a game of keep-away with it,
tossing it from one to the other as Spike and Angel chase it like fools.
It eventually ends up back in the butler's hands. He pulls a gun and
aims it at the bag.
BUTLER
No more games! One more step and the head gets it, eh? We are not
animals. We are Italiano. You give us the money, we give you the head.
Angel and Spike stand there pondering the double meaning.
BUTLER
You give us the money, we give you the head. The money, the head... the
money-
ANGEL
Yeah, we get it.
He motions to Spike who picks up the briefcase and holds it out. He
snatches the bowling bag from the butler the instant he lets go of the
cash. The butler salutes them, then walks away with his goons.
BUTLER
Arrivederci, Americanos. It was a pleasure to do the business with you.
SPIKE
(to Angel)
Don't believe him for a second. The Immortal's neck-deep in all of this.
ANGEL
Of course he is. He's screwing us. He screwed us before and he's
screwing us now.
SPIKE
Every time we here his bleedin' name, we end up standing in the strada
holding the bag.
Spike unzips the bag and looks inside. The head is gone, replaced by a
bomb ticking down to its last few seconds.
FADE OUT
ACT IV
27 EXT. ROME- PIAZZA DEL POPOLO- NIGHT
Spike and Angel walk through the blasted remains of the piazza. They
both are scorched and battered from the bomb blast. Spike holds the
tattered remains of his leather duster in his hands like the body of a
dead lover.
ANGEL
I can't believe you're making such a big deal over your jacket.
SPIKE
It's not just my jacket. You have no idea what I went through to get
this.
ANGEL
You stripped it off the body of a dead Slayer.
SPIKE
Which gives it great sentimental value. Besides, I've been wearing it
for over 30 years. It's like a part of me.
ANGEL
Get over it. Buy a new one.
SPIKE
It's my second skin. It's who I am. It's just one more thing he's taken
away that I'll never get back.
CUT TO:
28 INT. WOLFRAM & HART (ROME)- ILONA'S OFFICE- NIGHT
Ilona helps Spike on with a brand new leather coat.
SPIKE
Yeah. This is good.
ILONA
I'm glad you like because I sent another 10 of them to Los Angeles for
you, along with a fine assortment of shoes.
The door opens and Angel enters wearing a flamboyant red and white
Italian motorcycle jacket. Ilona gasps in delight.
ILONA
You! Come te bello, se bellissimo! You look gorgeous!
ANGEL
You know, I'm not sure this is me.
ILONA
No, no, no. This is the latest style. You will define handsome for years
to come. Now what happened to the drop? No grazie, prego, kiss-kiss?
ANGEL
Grazie, prego, ka-boom.
ILONA
Oh, they always do this to first-timers in this country. Did I not
mention that?
ANGEL
That's it. Call up the helicopters.
SPIKE
And the assault team.
ANGEL
We're getting our head back.
ILONA
No, no, I love the two of you so much but brute force will only get your
precious head smooshed. You have done such fine quality work. Now please
relax. Let us handle it from here. Sometimes you have to put your faith
in a higher power.
She pushes them out of her office and starts to close the doors.
ANGEL
We're heroes. We don't need any higher power.
ILONA
I'll be in touch.
ANGEL
We make out own fate.
She closes the doors in his face.
ANGEL
We don't need anybody cleaning up our mess. You know, we're champions!
Spike bangs on the door to no avail.
ANGEL
We got this under control. We're... (to Spike) Should we just go home?
SPIKE
Oh, god yes. You couldn't get me out of this rat-hole of a country fast
enough.
CUT TO:
29 INT. ROME- BUFFY'S APARTMENT- NIGHT
Angel knocks on the door and Andrew answers looking like he just got out
of the shower.
ANGEL
Is Buffy back yet?
ANDREW
Sorry, not yet. You guys can hang if you want. I'm just heading out. (to
Angel) Oh, hey... nice jacket.
ANGEL
(defensive)
It's the latest style.
Andrew just nods and says nothing, a hint of a smile on his face.
SPIKE
Andrew, has Buffy been acting off? Like The Immortal's got her under a
spell of sorts?
ANDREW
Excellent question. No.
He turns and goes into the bathroom.
ANGEL
Could it be mind control?
SPIKE
Or a love potion? Did she drink a love potion?
ANDREW
(o.s.)
Dude, seriously, I thought of all those things but it turns out Buffy
fell for The Immortal on her own and now she's happy. That's it.
ANGEL
But she's not finished baking yet. I've got to wait till she's done
baking, you know, till she finds herself, 'cause that's the drill. Fine.
I'm waiting patiently and meanwhile, The Immortal's eating cookie dough!
ANDREW
(o.s.)
Spike, is Angel crying?
SPIKE
No. Not yet.
ANDREW
(o.s.)
You may want to hold the waterworks, big guy. The Immortal's cool and
all but he ain't all that. He's got his flaws.
Spike and Angel perk up.
ANGEL
Really?
SPIKE
What are they?
ANDREW
(o.s.)
The point is she's moving on. You guys do the same and you might catch
her one day. One of you, anyway. But if you keep running in place,
you're going to find she's long gone.
A long beat of silence, then Spike looks sheepishly at Angel.
SPIKE
It is a bit silly. Us. Chasing around like a couple of henpecked
teenagers.
ANDREW
(o.s.)
Buffy loves both of you but she's got to live her life. People change.
He emerges from the bathroom dressed in a tuxedo.
ANDREW
You guys should try it some time.
A knock on the door. Andrew opens it to reveal two beautiful young women
waiting for him, dressed in formal gowns. He greets each of them with a
kiss.
ANDREW
Ah, Caprice. Sie bella come la notte. E tu, Isabella. Superi perfino le
stelle. (to Angel & Spike) Ciao.
He leaves with the girls and closes the door behind him.
SPIKE
Well... maybe it's time we-
ANGEL
Yeah.
They head for the door as well.
CUT TO:
30 INT. WOLFRAM & HART (LOS ANGELES)- WESLEY'S OFFICE- NIGHT
Wesley sits in his dark office, staring at the wall. The door opens and
Illyria peeks her head in, still in her Fred persona.
ILLYRIA
Wes? Are you like mad at me or something?
WESLEY
Stop it.
She drops the act.
ILLYRIA
Isn't it what you desire? (as Fred) I mean, you love me, I love you.
What's the big deal?
WESLEY
I loved her.
ILLYRIA
You loved this. And part of you still does. I can feel it in you. I wish
to explore it further.
WESLEY
Never. You... like this. It sickens me.
ILLYRIA
(as Fred)
Oh, lord, we both know that ain't true.
She sidles up to him with a seductive smile.
WESLEY
Stop it! Change back. Be blue. Be anything. Don't be her. Don't ever be
her.
He walks out of the office leaving Illyria alone. She stares after him,
then closes her eyes and reverts back to her normal form, a look of
deadly cunning in her cerulean blue eyes.
ILLYRIA
As you wish.
CUT TO:
31 INT. WOLFRAM & HART- ATRIUM- NIGHT
Gunn signs off on some paperwork as Angel and Spike step out of the
elevator.
ANGEL
Gunn, we lost the head. Start preparing the troops for war.
GUNN
The head's in your office.
ANGEL
What?
GUNN
It's on your desk.
CUT TO:
32 INT. WOLFRAM & HART- ANGEL'S OFFICE- NIGHT
Angel and Spike enter to find the bowling bag sitting in the center of
Angel's desk with a note attached to it. Angel opens the note and reads
it.
ANGEL
"With regards, The Immortal."
He tears the note into tiny pieces.
ANGEL
You know, I really hate that guy!
SPIKE
What's Buffy thinking? Honestly!
ANGEL
She doesn't exactly have the best taste in men. Case in point.
SPIKE
Hey! I think I turned out all right.
ANGEL
Yeah, once she got through with you.
SPIKE
I wasn't the one living in alleys rubbing rat-filth all over my face. If
we're talking projects, you're the Sistine Chapel.
ANGEL
I wasn't a project.
SPIKE
Well, neither was I. (beat) Can't we just lock her away in a box where
no one could ever touch her? You know, like we did with Pavayne?
ANGEL
I don't think she'd let us. She's pretty strong.
SPIKE
We could do a spell. Some sort of mind control.
ANGEL
Nah, she'd figure it out. She's pretty smart.
SPIKE
(sighs)
So what? We just have to live with it? Get on with our lives?
ANGEL
'Fraid so.
SPIKE
Fine. No problem. I was planning on doing that anyway.
ANGEL
Yeah, me, too.
SPIKE
Actually, I'm doing it right now. As we speak, I'm moving on.
ANGEL
Moving on.
SPIKE
Oh, yeah.
ANGEL
Right now.
SPIKE
Moving.
FADE TO BLACK
END
Clairel
Thanks for posting this, because I had been wondering about that line
of dialogue, but I still don't understand it.
Clairel
BTR1701 <BTR...@ix.netcom.com> wrote in message news:<BTR1702-5B6CFA...@news.west.earthlink.net>...
A.E. Jabbour
> "He hatches the Rathruhn egg personally"? WTF?
>
> Thanks for posting this, because I had been wondering about that line
> of dialogue, but I still don't understand it.
>
> Clairel
Bloody hell, Clairel!
Was it really necessary to quote TWO THOUSAND AND SIXTY LINES to
add your five?!
--
AE Jabbour
"If nothing we do matters, then all that matters is what
we do." - Angel, "Epiphany"
Don Sample
<aej17D...@comcast.net> wrote:
> In alt.tv.angel Clairel <reld...@usa.net> wrote:
> > "He hatches the Rathruhn egg personally"? WTF?
> >
> > Thanks for posting this, because I had been wondering about that line
> > of dialogue, but I still don't understand it.
> >
> > Clairel
>
> Bloody hell, Clairel!
>
> Was it really necessary to quote TWO THOUSAND AND SIXTY LINES to
> add your five?!
And she top posted them too. I scrolled all the way to the end, and
then back to the beginning before I found what she said.
--
Don Sample, dsa...@synapse.net
Visit the Buffy Body Count at http://homepage.mac.com/dsample/
Quando omni flunkus moritati
himiko
> "He hatches the Rathruhn egg personally"? WTF?
>
> Thanks for posting this, because I had been wondering about that line
> of dialogue, but I still don't understand it.
>
> Clairel
Beats me how BTR1701 ever made it out at all, let alone figured out
how to spell it. I'm grateful though.
As for understanding it, I think it's meant to be a reference to some
other event in Spike and Angel's long unlives that we haven't heard
about yet...like Spike getting thrown in jail for tax evasion only
more mystical.
himiko
BTR1701
him...@animail.net (himiko) wrote:
> reld...@usa.net (Clairel) wrote in message
> news:<1faed770.04050...@posting.google.com>...
> > "He hatches the Rathruhn egg personally"? WTF?
> >
> > Thanks for posting this, because I had been wondering about that line
> > of dialogue, but I still don't understand it.
> >
> > Clairel
>
> Beats me how BTR1701 ever made it out at all, let alone figured out
> how to spell it. I'm grateful though.
I wasn't the one making it out. I get these from a friend who, among
other things, has access to the scripts.
Clairel
--Thanks for the helpful clarification. I guess we can always hope
some future made-for-TV movie will involve the incident of the
Rathruhn egg. My curiosity is tormenting me.
Clairel
P.S. Himiko, what do you think of the two "Ultra-detailed summaries"
I posted of episodes 5.21 and 5.22?
Clairel
> In article <2g7rgsF...@uni-berlin.de>, A.E. Jabbour
> <aej17D...@comcast.net> wrote:
>
> > In alt.tv.angel Clairel <reld...@usa.net> wrote:
> > > "He hatches the Rathruhn egg personally"? WTF?
> > >
> > > Thanks for posting this, because I had been wondering about that line
> > > of dialogue, but I still don't understand it.
> > >
> > > Clairel
> >
> > Bloody hell, Clairel!
> >
> > Was it really necessary to quote TWO THOUSAND AND SIXTY LINES to
> > add your five?!
>
> And she top posted them too. I scrolled all the way to the end, and
> then back to the beginning before I found what she said.
--If you knew my son, you would excuse me. Right next to my keyboard
yesterday, he was having the kind of temper tantrum that only a
fifteen-going-on-five-year-old child can have; consequently I was
unable to post in peace and concentrate on what I was writing.
Adolescence is hell. BtVS got that right.
Clairel
himiko
Plenty, but I won't have time to do them justice until tomorrow....maybe tonight.
himiko