Angel , Season 4

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[Wesley steers a small ship across the dark ocean.]

Justine:
So, what's it gonna be tonight, captain? Bicycle, old tire, or maybe we'll get real lucky and catch us nice shopping cart. Here's a wacky thought: why don't you swim down there yourself?

[Wesley flips a switch and looks down at a readout.]

Wesley:
No contact. We'll try the next grid.

[He walks over to the map laid out on the table and makes some markings.]

Justine:
You really think finding Angel is going to change anything?

Wesley:
Everything changes.

Justine:
Well, I guess anything is better than sitting around in my cage all day with nothing to do but to fill my bucket.

Wesley:
Perhaps you should have considered that before slitting my throat.

[He walks back to the steering wheel.]

Justine:
The great Wesley Wyndham-Price, the shining beacon of all that's good and pure. But wait, no! That's before he started banging the enemy and keeping slave-girl in his closet.

Wesley:
You were always a slave, Justine. You just couldn't see the chains.

Justine:
Thanks, Swami, I'll meditate on that.

Wesley:
You think she would be disappointed?

Justine:
Who?

Wesley:
Your sister. That's where it all began, isn't it? Sister murdered by a vampire, consumed by a need of revenge...

Justine:
For justice!

Wesley:
Is that what you call it? Turning a son against his father.

Justine:
Angel got what he deserved.

Wesley:
We all get what we deserve. You and Holtz deserved each other. You two have so much in common. Pain, loss, deep seated lack of anything approaching humor.

Justine:
I don't know. We had a few laughs. Getting you to steal Angel's baby, now that was a good one.

Wesley:
Better than tricking Connor into sinking his father to the bottom of the ocean?

Justine:
Well, that was worth a couple of yuks, too.

Wesley:
Not much of a plan though, was it, really? Easy to figure out which door to kick in when Angel went missing. And not much harder to persuade you to betray everything Holtz had given his life for. Not that it was worth very much. Well, you should know. You're the one that ended it.

[Justine picks up the wrench that was holding down the maps and hauls back to hit the back of Wesley's head.]

Wesley:
[Without turning to look] I'll take away your bucket.

[Justine tosses the wrench back on the table.]

Angel:
Sit down.

Connor:
You're too weak to take me.

Angel:
You really think that?

[Connor looks at Angel for another moment, then turns, picks up the chair, slams it down on the floor, and sits facing Angel. Gunn begins to stir and sit up. Angel lowers himself into a chair across from Connor with a slight sigh.]

Angel:
So, how was your summer? Mine was fun. Saw some fish, went mad with hunger, hallucinated a whole bunch.

Connor:
You deserved worse.

Angel:
Because I killed Holtz, except I didn't. I tried telling you that while you were busy offshore dumping me, but I didn't know the whole score. Holtz killed himself. Actually he had your buddy Justine do it with an ice pick. Just to make you hate me.

Connor:
Even if, you still deserved it.

Angel:
What I deserve is open to debate. But understand there is a difference between wishing vengeance on someone and taking it. So now the questions becomes: what do you deserve?

[Connor suddenly jumps up from his chair and runs for the door, but Angel intercepts him, tossing him against the wall.]

Angel:
Daddy's not finished talking.

[He crouches down next to where Connor sits, scrunched up against the wall.]

Angel:
Wesley told me everything that's been going on. So, as far as I'm concerned what you deserve rests on one answer: [Angel leans in closer.] Did you do something to Cordelia?

Connor:
No.

Fred:
He's lying.

Connor:
No, I'm not!

Gunn:
No way she just happened to disappear the same night.

Connor:
I'm telling the truth, okay?

Angel:
I know. You've done enough lying for me to know the difference. The truth has a better sound to it, less nasal, you know? Get up. [Connor stands up.] I can tell. What you did to me… was unbelievable, Connor. But then, I got stuck in a hell dimension by my girlfriend one time for a hundred years, so three months under the ocean actually gave me perspective. Kind of a M. C. Esher perspective - but I did get time to think. About us, about the world. Nothing in the world is the way it ought to be. It's harsh, and cruel. But that's why there's us. Champions. It doesn't matter where we come from, what we've done or suffered, or even if we make a difference. We live as though the world were as it should be, to show it what it can be. You're not a part of that yet. I hope you will be. I love you, Connor. Now get out of my house.

[Connor walks up to the cage where Angelus is sitting on the floor in a dark corner. Connor just glares at Angelus.]

Connor:
Everyone's afraid of you.

Angelus:
Is that my shirt?

Connor:
Not anymore.

Angelus:
Looks good on you, son.

Connor:
[smirks] So did Cordy.

Angelus:
She looks good on everybody.

Connor:
Angel warned me about you. Said I should remember you're not my real father.

Angelus:
Yeah, that was a nice speech. Touching. I think it ended with you promising to kill me.

Connor:
I remember.

Angelus:
Kind of unnecessary, don't you think? I mean, with your track-record, I'll be staking myself by the end of the day.

Connor:
It's fine by me.

Angelus:
Darla felt the same way. It made her sick, you squirming inside her. So, she jammed a stake in her own heart, just so she wouldn't have to hear your first whiny breath.

Connor:
You don't know anything.

Angelus:
Then there was Holtz. It disappointed him so much that he stabbed himself in the neck.

Connor:
My fa...Holtz was a good man. All he ever wanted was for you to get the punishment you deserve. And you will.

Angelus:
When you think about it, the first woman you boned is the closest thing you've ever had to a mother. (gasps) Screwing your mom and trying to kill your dad. Hmm...there should be a play.

Connor:
You think I care what you say? Angel told me how you'd try to hurt me, how you aren't my real dad, just some animal in a cage. Angel's my dad.

Angelus:
I'm gonna cry.

Connor:
That's what he told me. And he thought I believed him. The truth is, Angel's just something that you're forced to wear. You're my real father.

[Fred and Gunn walk down the stairs with blood for Angelus. Gunn's carrying a crossbow.]

Angelus:
Othello and Desdemona. My favorite couple. Oh, wait, Desdemona wasn't in love with the other guy. So much for stand by your man. Then again, you probably like her on her knees.

Gunn:
Keep talking. I'll sweep out the cage when I'm done.

Angelus:
Oh. Provocative. Get me all riled up. You think that's what your boss would want?

Gunn:
Don't have a boss.

Angelus:
You might want to tell Wesley that. Ah, Fred. You look all fresh and sweet, but I hear you at night in your room with Gunn. The things you say. I'm lying there, listening, hands under the covers... I can't help myself. It's so... gripping.

Gunn:
This coming from a guy who can't get any. Ever.

Fred:
You're a pig.

Gunn:
Step back.

[Angelus steps back, and Fred pushes the cart up to the bars. She stands there, holding the cart, waiting for Angelus to take the glass of blood. He picks up the glass, eyeing Fred who won't even look at him. When she finally meets his gaze, he kicks the cart forward, causing Fred to fall forward on it where he can reach her. He pulls her up, her back toward him, and puts his arm around her neck.]

Angelus:
Might get some now. I like the way you move, Fred. Do it just a little to the left.

Fred:
Charles...

Gunn:
Get off her!

Angelus:
Come on, Charles, save her! Come on! Save, her Charles!

[Angelus is interrupted when he's hit in the arm with a tranquilizer dart shot by Wesley, who's standing on the stairs. Angelus's grip loosens and Fred steps away from the bars into Gunn's waiting arms. Wesley shoots Angelus again, in the chest this time. Angelus looks at the dart, then collapses backwards.]

Beastmaster:
Angelus!

[Angelus stands, holds his hands to his ears.]

Angelus:
Hello, volume!

Beastmaster:
I am not well pleased!

Angelus:
I am not well deaf.

Beastmaster:
Do you think me blind, little man? That I don't see every move before you decide to make it? Dare to seek me out again, and your insolence will be punished ten-fold.

Angelus:
Yeah, what're you gonna do, huh? Give me a migraine? You ethereal types with your big, swinging omniscience. When push comes to shove, though, you gotta send some overgrown slag-heap to do your dirty work. Ooh, that's real spooky. Oh, that's great! You made me lose my shopkeeper.

Beastmaster:
This isn't the way, my sweet. We should be friends, you and I.

Angelus:
No, and I'll tell you why. One, because, you know, I'm evil, so the friends thing, that's out. And two, if I did have any friends, they sure as hell wouldn't be living inside my head.

Beastmaster:
Like you're forced to live inside Angel's? Because you're the voice in there, aren't you? Just beneath the surface, buried under all that goodness, fully conscious, fully aware, but trapped. Unable to move or speak, powerless to act on your desires. So thirsty, so helpless...it must be agony.

Angelus:
I'm getting real bored with this game.

Beastmaster:
Then how 'bout a round of show-and-tell? Soul, soul, who has your soul? Oh, right.

[The jar containing Angel's soul appears on a table in front of Angelus]

Beastmaster:
Me.

[Angelus lunges for the jar and tries to grab it, but his hands go right through it like it was a mirage.]

Angelus:
More smoke and mirrors?

Beastmaster:
Only a glamour, yes, but I assure you, my sweet, this very moment I hold the real thing in the palms of my very corporeal hands, and I will restore it if you don't behave. I'll put you back in your box, Angelus, and bury you so far inside Angel, you'll never claw your way out again.

[looks pained, stares at the ceiling]

Angelus:
All right. What do you want me to do... [grits his teeth] ...master?

[Faith goes to the side of a woman who's nearly passed out on a couch.]

Faith:
Hey, I'm gonna get you out of here.

[Wesley picks up a hypodermic syringe from the floor.]

Wesley:
Faith...

Faith:
Can you walk?

Girl:
No, but I can fly.

Faith:
What did they do to her?

Wesley:
She did it to herself. They shoot up, the vampires feed, use 'em like a filter. I've read the effects can be quite intoxicating...for both of them.

Girl:
[to Faith] Hey, you're pretty. You wanna make out?

[Faith grabs the girl by the collar and pushes her roughly against the wall.]

Faith:
There was a vampire in here earlier. Tall, dark hair... [the girl's eyes drift, but Faith grabs her face] Listen!

Girl:
OK. God! What's your issue?

Faith:
Tall, dark hair, talking to himself.

Girl:
Let go!

[Faith punches the girl in the face.]

Faith':
Did you see him?

Girl:
No, I didn't. Stop it, you're hurting me!

[Faith looks at the girl, gets a disturbed look on her face, and lets the girl go.]

Faith:
She doesn't know anything.

Wesley:
Maybe not.

[Wesley takes out a knife and stabs the girl in the shoulder, making her gasp in pain.]

Faith:
What are you doing, Wes?

Wesley:
[to Faith] Shut up! [to the girl] The tracks on your arms--you've been here, what, two or three days straight? [twists the knife] Answer me!

Girl:
Yeah, God, stop! Yes four...four days.

Wesley:
Then you must've seen the vampire we're looking for.

Girl:
Angelus, I saw him. He, uh...

Wesley:
Where is he?

Girl:
I don't know. [Wesley punches her] I don't know! Please stop!

Wesley:
They said he was talking to himself. What was he saying?

Girl:
I don't know. It was...it was like he was talking to someone else. It was all rain of fire a-and pulling strings and a soul. That's all I heard. Please stop. It hurts.

[Wesley pulls the knife out of the girl. Faith runs to the girl's side.]

Faith:
Have you totally lost it?

Wesley:
I avoided the main arteries. She'll live, if that's what you call this.

Connor:
Somebody there?

Darla:
(o.s.) I've always been there, close to your heart. After all...

[He looks over toward the dark corner of the room as Darla materializes out of thin air in front of him.]

Darla:
...isn't that where a mother belongs?

Connor:
You can't be my mother.

Darla:
[softly] I have her memories, her feelings. Isn't that what makes a person who they are?

Girl:
[weeping in the corner]) Let me go, please...

Darla:
I know that sound, the look in her eyes, the smell of fear. [kneels beside the girl.] I've nurtured it a thousand times in all the people that I've murdered.

Connor:
My mother's dead.

Darla:
And I'll always be a part of you. You shared your soul with me once when you were growing inside of me when I'd lost my own. You brought light to my shadow, filled my heart with joy and love. I'd never felt so close to any living thing as I did to my beautiful boy.

Connor:
Why'd you leave me? Did you hate me that much?

Darla:
Baby, no. I wanted to be with you more than anything.

Connor:
You killed yourself. I wasn't even born yet. And you-

Darla:
Did what I had to. My life for yours. I did so many terrible things, Connor, so much destruction, so much pain. You were the one good thing I ever did. The only good thing. I'd die every day for the rest of eternity for you. And this... [Gestures to the virgin girl]...is how you repay me?

Connor:
You don't understand. We need her for our baby, to keep it safe.

Darla:
By anointing it in the blood of an innocent? You really think that safety can be plucked from the arms of an evil deed?

Connor:
Good, evil. They're just words.

Darla:
[shakes her head] Don't let this happen, Connor. Don't let my death mean nothing.

[Connor kneels down to untie the bound hands of the virgin girl he's holding captive. Darla stands nearby.]

Connor:
Shhhhh. Shhh. It's okay.

Darla:
You're all right now. Everything's going to be all right.

Cordelia:
What are you doing?

Connor:
[frozen] Nothing. I, uh...

Cordelia:
It's time. Take her in the other room.

Darla:
Listen to your heart.

Connor:
[to Cordelia] She didn't do anything. We should let her go.

Cordelia:
No we shouldn't. We need her, Connor. Our baby...

Connor:
Shouldn't be anointed with innocent blood.

Cordelia:
Anointed? Who's been filling your head with big, confusing words?

Connor:
Just been thinking about it.

Cordelia:
Or, maybe... a little birdie's been pecking at you behind my back.

Darla:
[to Connor] She'll lie to you.

Cordelia:
You know how much they love to use the magic, Connor. A spell for this, a spell for that.

Darla:
Close her out, baby.

Cordelia:
Whatever you're hearing, whatever you think you're seeing...it's a trick.

Darla:
Don't let her in.

Cordelia:
It's Angel.

Darla:
No.

Cordelia:
Trying to turn you against me with a cheap vision of... [looks to where Darla's standing] ...Darla?

Connor:
[to Cordelia] You can see her?

Cordelia:
I see the lies.

Darla:
Connor, listen to me.

Cordelia:
It's not her.

Darla:
You have to let her go.

Cordelia:
It's your father. This is how much he hates you.

Darla:
I love you. Please.

Cordelia:
Torturing you with this sad imitation of your dead mother.

Darla:
[crying] Don't let her do this.

Cordelia:
Are you going to let them do this to us? Are you going to let them kill our baby?

Darla:
[desperate] Connor, listen to me...

Connor:
[yelling, crying] You are not my mother!

[Darla looks on horrified as Connor grabs the virgin girl by her bound hands and drags her into the other room.]

Girl:
[weeping] No!

[Connor puts virgin girl on the ground in the center of the circle where Cordelia was chanting before. The girl looks up to see Cordelia swinging a huge butcher's knife at her head. When the girl looks up at Connor, she has Darla's face now.]

Darla:
Please, don't do this Connor. Don't--

[Connor just stands there, watching Cordelia murder this girl, listening to the sounds of blood spattering as Cordelia makes the killing blow. The girl collapses in the middle of the circle.]

Cordelia:
There. That wasn't so hard, was it?

Angel:
Jasmine, it's over. You've lost.

Jasmine:
I've lost? Do you have any idea what you've done?

Angel:
What I had to do.

Jasmine:
No. No, Angel. There are no absolutes. No right and wrong. Haven't you learned anything working for the Powers? There are only choices. I offered paradise. You chose this!

Angel:
Because I could. Because that's what you took away from us. Choice.

Jasmine:
And look what free will has gotten you.

Angel:
Hey, I didn't say we were smart. I said it's our right. It's what makes us human.

Jasmine:
But you're not human.

Angel:
Working on it.

[Jasmine turns to walk away]

Angel:
Where you going?

Jasmine:
Leave me alone.

Angel:
Sorry, but... can't do that.

Jasmine:
What? You've taken everything. You're gonna try to kill me now, as if you could.

Angel:
Maybe not. But I'll die before I let you hurt anyone else.

Jasmine:
You're already dead!

Angel:
You know what I mean. It ends right here.

Jasmine:
Why do you hate me so much?

Angel:
Let's run down the list, huh? Rain of fire, blotting out the sun, enslaving mankind, and, yeah, oh, yeah, hey, you eat people!

Jasmine:
Like you never have?

Angel:
Thousands of people are dead because of what you've done.

Jasmine:
And how many will die because of you? I could've stopped it, Angel. All of it. War, disease, poverty. How many precious, beautiful lives would've been saved in a handful of years? Yes, I murdered thousands to save billions. This world is doomed to drown in its own blood now.

Angel:
The price was too high, Jasmine. Our fate has to be our own, or we're nothing.

Jasmine:
Like me?

Angel:
Look, we've all done horrible things. All we can do is try and make up for it. So, OK, you know, it's not the world that you wanted, but maybe you can still help us make it better, even if you have lost your powers.

Jasmine:
Not all of them.

[Jasmine punches Angel so hard that it sends him flying over the edge of the bridge. He lands on a car hood. Jasmine, still on the bridge, picks up a station wagon.]

Connor:
You might not want to move. Everyone's rigged. Can't save 'em all, dad. Don't know who's gonna be first. Could be any one of 'em. [Stands, revealing he's wired too.] Could be me. [steps away, points to an unconscious Cordelia on the floor, also wired] Could be her.

[Angel stares shocked and frozen with fear for a moment.]

Angel:
Son...you have to listen to me. This is about Jasmine.

Connor:
Jasmine's gone.

Angel:
I know. We all felt it, that perfect love, then when you had to give it up...

Connor:
I didn't feel anything! I can't feel anything. I guess I really am your son... 'cause I'm dead, too.

Angel:
You're not dead. You're just starting your life and--

Connor:
No, you just weren't there before!

Angel:
I know. I'm so

Connor:
Do not say you're sorry! Doesn't fix anything.

Angel:
Ok, look, let me say this. I love you, son.

Connor:
It's a lie.

Angel:
It's not.

Connor:
It's always a lie. My dead mother couldn't even love me.

Angel:
You're wrong. She did.

Connor:
No. [shakes her head] No. She knew she couldn't.

Angel:
She sacrificed herself because she loved you.

Connor:
You tried to love me. At least I think you did.

Angel:
I still do.

Connor:
But not enough to hang on, dad. (glares at Angel)You let him take me. You let him get me. You let him get me. (turns to face Cordelia) Cordy... you swore you loved me. Where are you now?

Angel:
Connor... you have to believe that there are people who love you.

Connor:
Jasmine believed you when you said you loved her, but it was all a lie.

Angel:
Jasmine was the lie.

Connor:
No! She knew if you found out who she really was that you'd turn against her, and she was right. That's just what happened. People like you. People like this. None of you deserve what she could give you. She wanted to give you everything.

Angel:
I know how that feels. 'Cause I want to give you everything. I want to take back the mistakes, help you start over.

Connor:
We can't start over.

Angel:
We can. I mean, we can change things.

Connor:
There's only one thing that ever changes anything... and that's death. Everything else is just a lie. You can't be saved by a lie. You can't be saved at all.

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