Angel , Season 5

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[Incorporeal Spike walks through a gray wall to follow Angel.]

Spike:
Running away again.

Angel turns around and keeps walking, Spike not too far behind.

Spike:
Nice new M.O. I can see why heros like you get rewarded with the shiny new glass and chrome. Why didn't I think of that?

Angel:
[Still walking] I'm not responsible for what happened to you.

Harmony:
Angel it's almost 3:00 you have a meeting...

Angel:
[interrupting with a hand out and still walking] Not now, Harmony.

Spike:
And here you've even managed to get my ex-tumble, the littlest vampire, fetching coffee for you. Nice perks for the sell-out.

Angel:
[Stops walking but still not facing Spike] A little tip, Spike. Try not to talk about things you don't understand.

Spike:
[walks in front of Angel] I'm not the prat here. I know you Angel. What do you think you're doing? Made some devil's bargain to take over this company. Thought you'd use it to fight the evil of the world from inside the belly of the beast. Trouble is you're too busy fighting to see you and yours are getting digested.

Angel:
Not gonna happen. [Moves to walk away again]

Spike:
What? You think you're in control here? Guess again, mate. You're no more in control than I am. Except I'm not going to bloody stand for it while you're just a blind...Groxlar Beast.

Angel:
What?

[Spikes stares behind Angel. Angel sees the Groxlar walking out of the elevator. He fights it. During the fight Spike punches the Groxlar's head but his arm goes through it.]

Spike:
Oh, brilliant.

[The fight continues and Angel kills the beast.]

Angel:
[sighs] Okay. Somebody want to tell me how a Groxlar Beast got past security? I don't have time for this.

Spike:
'Course not. Man's gotta stay focused on profit margins and power lunches.

Harmony:
Angel...

Angel:
Yeah, Spike. I got a business to run. That means responsibilities, appointments to keep.

Harmony:
[Pointing at the fallen Groxlar] That was your 3:00

Angel:
That...

[Spike laughs.]

Angel:
I'm meeting with Groxlars? They eat babies!

Harmony:
Just their heads. You were supposed to open negotations with this clan.

Angel:
Negotations for what?

Gunn:
[Walking in wearing a suit and briefcase in hand] Get them to stop eating baby heads.

Angel:
Oh, so that's good. [looking down at the Groxlar] So this...this is bad.

Gunn:
No, actually the Groxlar Clan respects someone who takes a strong opening position. Wolfram and Hart didn't just jack me up with the human laws, also demons laws from every demension. Probably should have briefed you about the Groxlar, but [looks at Spike] we got a little... sidetracked.

Angel:
You're starting to feel it, aren't you? How close you are now... to hell?

Spike:
What if I am? Not like it's such a big, bleeding deal, is it? If a ponce like you could break out-

Angel:
I never escaped from hell. All I got was a short reprieve. Not even sure how I managed that.

Spike:
Oh, put your martyr away, Mahatma. Fred told me all about your great, shining prophecy. Pile up all your good deeds and get the big brass ring handed to you like everything else.

Angel:
Except for one small catch. The prophecy's a bunch of bull. They all are. Nothing's written in stone or fated to happen, Spike. You save the world, you end up running an evil law firm.

Spike:
Or playin' Casper with one foot in the fryer.

Angel:
You think any of it matters? The things we did? The lives we destroyed. That's all that's ever gonna count. So, yeah, surprise. You're going to hell. We both are.

Spike:
Then why even bother? Try to do the right thing, make a difference...

Angel:
What else are we gonna do?

Spike:
So that's it, then. I really am going to burn.

Angel:
Welcome to the club.

Spike:
Least I got company, eh? You and me, together again. Hope and Crosby. Stills and Nash. Chico and the --

Angel:
Yeah, are we done?

Spike:
Never much for small talk, were you? Always too busy trying to perfect that brooding block-of-wood mystique. God, I love that.

Angel:
Not as much as I loved your nonstop yammering.

Spike:
The way you always had to be the big swingy, swaggerin' around, barkin' orders...

Angel:
Never listening...

Spike:
Always interrupting...

Angel:
And your hair. What color do they call that, radioactive?

Spike:
Never much cared for you, Liam, even when we were evil.

Angel:
Cared for you less.

Spike:
Fine.

Angel:
Good. [they sit in silence] There was one thing about you...

Spike:
Really?

Angel:
Yeah, I never told anyone about this, but I--I liked your poems.

Spike:
[dismissively] You like Barry Manilow.

Wesley:
Hello, father.

Roger:
Walk away from this, Wesley. You'll never understand what we're trying to do here.

Wesley:
You're using the Staff of Devosynn to take Angel's will, make him your slave. Your cyborgs panic a bit too easily.

Roger:
That creature's more dangerous to mankind than you realize.

Wesley:
You're wrong about him. He's not what you think.

Roger:
He's a puppet. He always has been. To the Powers That Be, to Wolfram & Hart. Now he's ours.

Wesley:
You went to a lot of trouble to get this staff. [Flash to Wesley's father pulling a gun out of the cyborg's body in the lab.] You had us attacked, you smuggled in a weapon...you brought in an army so you could escape. I don't know why you're doing all this, but did you ever once consider there might be another way? Did you ever once consider talking to me about it?

Roger:
No. You've failed me enough for one lifetime.

Fred:
Wesley!

Wesley:
Fred, get out of here!

Fred:
What the hell is going on?

Roger:
You know what that vampire is and what he's done, and you follow him anyway?

Wesley:
Maybe I know what I'm doing. Why can't you trust that?

Roger:
You disgrace yourself with the council, you join forces with him, and you have the nerve to ask me why I can't trust you?

Wesley:
I've done everything you ever asked, and I've done it well.

Roger:
I asked for this, hmm? I wanted to be humiliated?

Wesley:
No, I suppose I don't know what you really wanted. You never had any use for me as a child, and you can't bear the thought of me as an adult. Tell me, father, what is it that galls you so? That I was never as good at the job as you... or that I just might be better?

Roger:
Oh, yes, this is Los Angeles. We have to talk about our feelings. Then maybe we'll hug.

Wesley:
It's doubtful.

[In the background, there's the sound of helicopters approaching.]

Roger:
Hand me that staff.

Wesley:
No.

Roger:
Now, don't make me shoot you.

Wesley:
[Holding the staff over the edge of the roof.] Go ahead.

Roger:
Do you know how powerful that thing is?

Wesley:
I don't care.

Roger:
I will kill you for it. Please believe me.

[The helicopter is hovering over the roof, shining bright white lights on it.]

Wesley:
Oh, I believe you. I was raised by you, after all. But I drop this, the crystal shatters, and Angel is restored. So I reckon whether I live or die, your plan has failed.

Roger:
I see. Well, then... maybe if it's someone you care about...

[Roger turns his gun towards Fred, but Wesley shoots him without restraint. Wesley walks up to his father's fallen body and stares, upset. Fred looks at him, then at Angel. Wesley stumbles away, dropping his gun as he goes, and bends over behind a roof vent to vomit. Fred looks after him, concerned. When Wesley stands, he hears the buzzing of electronics behind him. He turns to look and sees his father's body fade into the body of a cyborg, shimmering with electricity. Wesley stares at it in disbelief.]

[First lines]

Drusilla:
Oh. Such a hungry little kitty. Meow. You've been a starved one, haven't you, my sweet Willy?

William:
I've got you to feast on now, pet. Is this your home?

Drusilla:
Their home. [Looks at a pair middle-aged corpses slumped on the sofa, posed as if they were sitting.] Ambassador to...something and his plump, lovely wife. Till their spirits flew away on fairy wings. Psst. When Angelus took them for dinner.

William:
Angelus? Who the bloody hell's Ang

[William turns to see Angelus lurking in the shadows in a nearby doorway.]

Drusilla:
Look what I made. It's called Willy.

William:
William.

Drusilla:
[smiles] Where's Darla? I want Darla to see William.

Angelus:
Darla and I had a little spat. Her precious Master sent for her. You know Darla. Master's pet.

Drusilla:
Oh. Poor Angelus.

Angelus:
Ah, don't fret, Dru. We'll make up. Always do. [Touches his bruised brow.] Mmm. Ow. After a little tit for tat. Shouldn't let that spoil our fun here. [Looks at William, checking him out.] So, instead of just feeding off of this William... you went and turned him into one of us. Another rooster in the henhouse.

Drusilla:
You're not cross with me, are you?

Angelus:
Cross?

[He grabs William's arm and holds it out into the ray of sunlight beaming through the closed curtains.]

Angelus:
Do you have any idea what it's like having nothing but women as travel companions, night in and night out?

[Wiliam angrily yanks his sizzling hand away from Angelus.]

William:
Touch me again-

Angelus:
Don't mistake me. I do love the ladies. It's just lately... I've been wondering... [Holds his own fist in the beam of sunlight] ...what it'd be like... [watches his hand sizzle] to share the slaughter of innocents... with another man. [turns his hand over so the palm is in the light now; looks admiringly at it as it smokes] Don't think that makes me some kind of a deviant, hmm? [pulls his hand back close to his face] Do you?

[Staring at Angelus, William sticks his own hand in the light, voluntarily this time.]

Angelus:
[laughs, slaps William on the shoulder affectionately] I like this one! You and me, we're gonna be the best of friends.

[Angelus and William laugh together.]

[Angelus throws William into the wall, squeezing his neck.]

William:
Don't touch her!

Angelus:
Little late for that, Willy. And I really don't like it when you raise your voice to me.

Drusilla:
William, don't play such a sad tune. [reclines seductively] Give us a kiss, then.

William:
Why did you...? You knew. You knew she was mine.

Angelus:
Did I?

William:
You knew bloody well!

[He wrenches himself free of Angelus's grasp and punches him. He charges Angelus who then easily deflects him and pushes him to the floor.]

Angelus:
Just don't get it now, do you?

[Angelus picks William up by the lapels, throwing him onto the couch, and pushes the corpses off the couch to sit beside him.]

Angelus:
Well, you're new... and a little dim. So let me explain to you how things are now. There's no belonging or deserving anymore. You can take what you want, have what you want... but nothing is yours. [Drusilla walks out into the doorway.] Not even her.

William:
You're wrong. We're forever, Drusilla and me.

Drusilla:
[clasps her hands over her heart] Are we?

Angelus:
Ah, still the poet now, aren't we, Willy?

William:
William.

Angelus:
Right. William. You know, you really should find a new name for yourself. It just doesn't strike the right note of terror. [pats William's knee, stand, goes to stand behind Drusilla] Tell you what... William. If you want her... [slips his hands around Drusilla's body, below the waist] ...come and take her.

[Drusilla holds her hands out, beckoning William. William charges Angelus angrily.]

[Angel puts on his jacket. Cordelia walks into his office. Angel sighs.]

Cordelia:
So, you feel good?

[Angel turns toward Cordelia]

Angel:
Yeah, I do. I just... I kinda feel bad about it.

Cordelia:
My God, you are a piece of work.

Angel:
I just [laughs]...I just don't feel I deserve... I mean all I did was beat up a tiny Texan. [Angel sits down] Not like I helped anyone.

Cordelia:
Sure you did.

Angel:
Who?

Cordelia:
Boy, I really do fall for dumb ones. You know how you're always trying to save, oh, every single person in the world? Did it ever occur to you: you are one of them?

Angel:
No, it never did.

Cordelia:
Well, you made the list, gorgeous. And you needed some help.

Angel:
And you were the one that...helped me.

Cordelia:
Did my part. [Cordelia sits next to Angel]

Angel:
[chuckles] Lindsey wasted a lot of energy trying to make me doubt myself. I know it's not even close to over. I do feel like... I can do this. Wolfram and Hart, whatever's coming, I feel like we can beat it.

Cordelia:
I know.

Angel:
You do?

Cordelia:
I always did. I... I just needed you to know it too.

Angel:
So, all that stuff about the deals with the devil...

Cordelia:
Is God's honest truth. But you're bigger than that. You'll win this in the end. [she gets up] I, uh, I just wish I could be there to see it. [sighs]

Angel:
[he gets up] What do you mean? You're not...?

Cordelia:
I can't stay. This isn't me anymore. You can say goodbye to the gang for me, explain everything, once you understand.

Angel:
That's gonna be never. I... I need you here.

Cordelia:
Don't make this hard, Angel. I'm just on a different road, and this is my off ramp. The Powers That Be owed me one and I didn't waste it. I got my guy back on track.

Angel:
Cordy, there's just...

Cordelia:
[she puts her hand on Angel's cheek] We take what we can get, champ, and we do our best with it. [tearing up] I'll be seeing you. [she turns and starts to walk away] Oh, what the hell... One for the road?

[she rushes to Angel and the two embrace and kiss]

[the phone rings]

Angel:
You know, um, [whispers] I don't... I don't need to get that.

Cordelia:
That... you have to get.

[Angel walks towards the phone]

Cordelia:
Oh, and you're welcome.

[Angel picks up the phone]

Angel:
Hello? Yes, I know, she's... But that's impossible, she's standing right… [Angel turns around to see Cordelia gone; he puts the phone back to his ear] I'm sorry. [chokes up] Yeah. Did, um, so when did she die? Did, she, um... She never did wake up? I see. [he hangs up the phone and speaks softly] Thank you.

Lawson:
Did they at least torture you? Please tell me they did.

Angel:
Never gave them a chance. Jumped ship... off the coast of Maine. Went underground till the war was over.

Lawson:
Like any other coward.

Angel:
Wars are won and lost by men.

Lawson:
You mean...like me? No, wait, that doesn't apply anymore, does it?

Angel:
I never wanted to do this to you.

Lawson:
Oh, put your hanky away. I know how important the technology they pulled from the sub was to helping us stop the Germans. Sounded like a fair shake. One person damned to make the world safe for future generations. [looks over at Angel's gang] Except these guys.

Angel:
Killing them's not going to change the past.

Lawson:
But it'll hurt you. Maybe that's enough.

Angel:
Never is.

Lawson:
Then maybe I found my mission again after all these years.

Angel:
Being an evil son of a bitch not keeping you busy?

Lawson:
We all need a reason to live, even if we're already dead. Mom, apple pie, the stars and stripes... That was good enough for me till I met you. Then I had this whole creature-of-the-night thing going for me-the joy of destruction and death-and I embraced it. I did all the terrible things a monster does-murdered women and children, tortured fathers and husbands just to hear 'em scream-and through it all... I felt nothing. 60 years of blood drying in my throat like ashes. So what do you think? Is it me, chief? Or does everyone you sired feel this way?

Angel:
You're the only one I ever did this to...after I got a soul.

Lawson:
Do I have one, too?

Angel:
I don't think it works that way, son.

Lawson:
Didn't think so.

[Lawson attacks Angel.]

Spike:
My first official parley as a very loosely affiliated member of... what are we? Tell me we're not Scoobies.

Angel:
We haven't got-

Spike:
[Interrupting] A name? Probably just as well. You'd want to be Angel's Avengers or something.

Angel:
[laughing] Please. Angel's Avengers. Thats so... [stops laughing and gets a look implying that he likes the name]

Spike:
So what's on the agenda?

Angel:
Uh, I have assignments for people- [a fizzing noise is heard, Angel glances over]

Spike:
What? [Angel glares] I'm listening. With beer.

Angel:
Forget it. This isn't a meeting, this is you being annoying.

Spike:
[looking at the page] Hey, bullet points. Classy. Why am I always reconnaissance? I should get a decently flash gig like "save the girl" or "steal the emerald with the girl".

Angel:
"Handsome man saved me from the monsters."

Spike:
Exactly! Or... What's that now?

Angel:
That's the first thing Fred said to me. In Pylea. She was trapped, hiding, afraid. Nearly crazy. Crazy, but brave. I should never have let her come here. Bad things always happen here.

Spike:
Hate to break it to you, mate. But bad things always happen everywhere. Besides, she wanted to be here. It was her choice.

Angel:
Was it?

Spike:
Bugger, you're fixing to do something stupid, aren't you.

Angel:
Done it. Came here. Spend every day lying to myself about making the world a better place.

Spike:
Welcome to the planet. We all paint on our happy faces everyday, when all we really want is to pound the neighbour's missus, steal his Ben Franklins and, while we're at it, not think about the third of the world that's starving to death.

Connor:
I thought sunlight burned you up.

Angel:
Special glass.

Connor:
Cool. You should, like, make a whole suit out of it like the pope has.

Angel:
How's your dad?

Connor:
He's fine. They're releasing him now. I should warn you he's pretty pissed. I told him that you took me out demon fighting and, uh, almost got me killed. He wants to have a talk with you.

Angel:
All right. I'll, uh...

Connor:
I'm kidding! Man, you gotta lighten up. He thinks we spent the whole night doing tests. I told him I could bench press, like, 1,000 pounds.

Angel:
What are you gonna tell them about... who you are?

Connor:
The truth, more or less. I'll tell them that I'm different. I'll tell them it's... actually a good thing. I'll tell them to stop worrying so much.

Angel:
Well, they're parents.

Connor:
Yeah, I know. They'll feel a lot better knowing you're looking out for me.

Angel:
We still haven't found Vail, but we will.

Connor:
I'm not too worried about him. Nothing he can show me I haven't already seen. Anyway... I just wanted to say good-bye. I gotta go back to my life now.

Angel:
Oh...do you really have to leave? I mean, right now?

Connor:
I kinda think I should. I need to take care of my parents. This isn't their world. They really don't feel safe here. You gotta do what you can to protect your family. I learned that from my father.

[Angel watches Connor walk out of his office toward the elevator. Connor presses the elevator button and waits. When the elevator door opens, he casts one last glance at Angel, then walks onto the elevator.]

[Angelus and William have just discovered a limp and disheveled Darla lying naked, face-down in bed.]

Angelus:
Darla. Darla! Darla! What have they done? My sweet death.

Darla:
Angelus. You're back.

Angelus:
I'd claw my way back from the depths of hell to lay by your side.

[Pulls her into his arms for a kiss, but recoils, drops her, stands and wipes his mouth.]

Angelus:
He's tasted you.

William:
Who?

Angelus:
Who do ya think?

William the Bloody:
Well, that cheeky bastard. Had us tossed and then violates your woman.

Angelus:
Did he hurt you?

Darla:
Not until I asked him to. Oh, come on. Have you seen him? With the eyes and the chest and the... immortality.

William the Bloody:
We're immortal.

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:
Darling. It was just fornication. Really great fornication.

William the Bloody:
She's glowing, mate.

Angelus:
She isn't.

Darla:
Little bit.

William the Bloody:
Best fit you for a pair of antlers. Been made the right cuckold, you have.

Drusilla:
Time for another pony ride?

William the Bloody:
Son of a bitch!

Angelus:
The both of ya?

Darla:
He's insatiable.

William the Bloody:
Drusilla, you-you let him touch you?

Drusilla:
He felt like sunshine.

William the Bloody:
Uh, no. No.

Angelus:
That's why he had us tossed. So he could violate...

Darla:
He didn't...

Angelus:
Violate our women!

William the Bloody:
Violate in succession!

Darla:
Concurrently.

Angelus:
Concurrently? You never let us do that!

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.

[The women walk into the next room giggling.]

Angelus:
Rrrrarrgh! [throws a vase against the wall, shattering it] This is a slight that will not go unmet.

William the Bloody:
Death's too quick.

Angelus:
Not all deaths are quick.

William the Bloody:
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.

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