Previously on Angel...
1 EXT. RANDOM LOS ANGELES ALLEY - NIGHT 
Angel rushes to the rescue of a young blonde woman in a dark alley being attacked 
by a vampire. The vampire falls to the ground again. Angel pulls a stake out 
of his belt, twirls it like an old gunfighter might, and lunges it dramatically 
into the vampire's chest. The vampire disappears in a cloud of smoke.

GIRL 
(to Angel) 
Who are you?

Cars screech. A group of armed men dressed completely in black gather 
suddenly at the end of the alley, pointing guns in Angel's direction. Several 
cars pull up to the end of the alley, all with their headlights pointing 
at Angel. Several people get out and walk toward him. Angel seems confused.
 
NOTARY 
(holding a contract, speaks to the girl)  
This is to confirm that you have been rescued by Angel, C.E.O. and President 
of Wolfram & Hart...
GIRL 
(to Angel) You run a law firm?
ANGEL 
(innocently) Well, just lately.
Angel looks around at the array of dozens of people in utter disbelief.

Cut to:
2 INT. LOBBY OF WOLFRAM & HART - DAY 
Wesley walks up to the elevators from the lobby, holding a coffee mug, as 
Fred steps off the elevator carrying a box of her belongings.
 
WESLEY 
Why on earth are we here?
FRED 
What? Because we're crusaders against evil and now the law firm that 
represents most of the evil in the world has given us its L.A. Branch 
to run however we want?

Angel starts walking across the lobby, flanked by Gunn and Wesley.
 
ANGEL 
(buttons his jacket)  
We're turning this place inside out. 

The focus moves to Lorne, who's walking through the lobby, talking on 
a cell phone, accompanied by a man holding three binders. 
 
 
LORNE 
Yes, it's perfect. It's the project you've been waiting for. Yeah, it's 
"Joanie Loves Chachi" meets "The Sorrow and the Pity."

Cut to:
3 INT. ANGEL'S OFFICE - DAY 
Angel is going through papers on his desk. Angel's secretary brings him a 
mug and places it on his desk in front of him.
ANGEL 
(sips from his mug, then looks up at his secretary)  
Harmony.
HARMONY 
Hey! Boss.
ANGEL 
You're my secretary?

Cut to:
4 INT. LOBBY OF WOLFRAM & HART - DAY 
Fred's talking to Wesley.
FRED 
Have you seen my lab? It's giganamous. And I'm in charge.

Cut to:
5 INT. GUNN'S OFFICE - NIGHT 
Gunn walks back to his office to grab his jacket. Someone speaks to him from 
the corner.
EVE 
I'm just wondering if you're ready for the next step.
GUNN 
You don't know me or you wouldn't ask that question.
Eve hands Gunn a business card.

Cut to:
6 INT. DOCTOR'S OFFICE - DAY 
Tubes are attached to Gunn's head via some contraption from the strange doctor's 
office. Gunn's grunting and gasping and breathing hard.
Cut to:
7 INT. COURTHOUSE - DAY 
Someone in a fancy suit and expensive shoes walks through the lobby carrying 
an alligator-hide briefcase. As he enters the room, pan up to show it's Gunn 
in a pin-striped suit with a silk tie, all decked out.
EVE (V.O.) 
Charles agreed to let us enhance his mind with a comprehensive knowledge 
of the law.

Cut to:
8 INT. ANGEL'S OFFICE - DAY 
Angel is talking to the gang in his office.
ANGEL 
(rubbing his chin)  
Yes, we are. We're gonna change things. We came to Wolfram and Hart 
because it's a powerful weapon. 
(picks up the envelope from his desk, rips open the envelope)  
We'll deal...  
(an amulet falls out of the envelope)  
with whatever comes next.
Immediately, the amulet activates. A black whirlwind erupts from it, 
causing papers on Angel's desk to stir. The ashen whirlwind starts to glow 
with flecks of orange as something begins to materialize inside it. A man's 
skeletal form shows, then it gradually fills out until it's complete. The 
wind fades and Spike is standing there, screaming and grunting, in the middle 
of the office, right where the amulet fell.
SPIKE 
Aah!  
(doubles over in pain, panting, glaring ferociously)
WESLEY 
(softly)  
Spike?
ANGEL 
(angrily)  
Spike.

Fade to black.
PROLOGUE
9 INT. SUNNYDALE HELLMOUTH - DAY 
TITLE:
Sunnydale, California 
The Hellmouth 
Nineteen Days Earlier
Buffy and Spike are the only ones left in the hellmouth. Spike is still 
glowing from the amulet, sending rays of light out into the hellmouth, dusting 
the prehistoric vampires within. Buffy stands in front of him, staring, still 
holding her scythe. 
SPIKE 
Go on, then.
BUFFY 
No. No, you've done enough. You could still—
SPIKE 
No, you've beat them back. It's for me to do the cleanup.
The walls are crumbling around them. 
BUFFY 
(worried)  
Spike!
SPIKE 
I mean it! I gotta do this.  
(holds out his hand to stop her)
Buffy laces her fingers through Spike's.
SPIKE 
(another earthquake; Buffy lets go of his hand)  
Now go!  
(Buffy runs up the stairs)  
I wanna see how it ends.
Spike stands in the crumbling hellmouth with light shining down on him 
from above, grinning from ear to ear and laughing as he burns up from the 
sunlight. He dusts slowly—first his skin singes, then his muscles, 
then his bones—then he's gone. The hellmouth crumbles in around him. 


Cut to:
10 INT. ANGEL'S OFFICE - DAY 
Spike doubles over in pain, gasping, as he materializes in Angel's office 
at Wolfram & Hart. He looks around him, panic-stricken, at the unfamiliar 
faces. He sees Harmony, Lorne, Fred, Wesley.
SPIKE 
(confused)  
What...what...
HARMONY 
(hands on her hips)  
What the hell are you doing here, Spike?
WESLEY 
Harmony, please.
GUNN 
(sneering)  
This is Spike? The Spike?
FRED 
Wait a minute. Who's—
LORNE 
(calmly, to Spike)  
Easy, slim. Easy. No one's gonna hurt you.
GUNN 
Speak for yourself, green jeans.
FRED 
OK, would somebody please tell me who—
WESLEY 
William the Bloody. He's a vampire. One of the worst recorded. Second 
only to—
ANGEL 
Me.  
(an angry Spike turns to face Angel)  
But you're dead.
HARMONY 
(gesturing widely, rolling her eyes knowingly)  
Well, yeah. Who here isn't?  
(looks around)  
Besides him (to Wes) and him (to Gunn) and her (to Fred) and...  
(to Lorne) What are you again?
Spike, still staring at Angel, transforms into vampire facade and lunges 
angrily at Angel, snarling fiercely. Angel braces for impact, but Spike 
goes right through him. Spike stops, turns around, looks down at his body—his 
legs have disappeared inside Angel's desk. 
SPIKE 
(looks up and frowns)  
Bugger.

Fade to black.
Opening credits.

ACT I

11 INT. ANGEL'S OFFICE - DAY 
Resume. The gang has just discovered Spike's not corporeal.
SPIKE 
(looks down at his body in the desk)  
What? What's happened to me?
HARMONY 
Well, I'm no doctor, but I think you're a ghost.
SPIKE 
(points at her)  
I'm no—I'm no bloody ghost.
HARMONY 
Hey, you're the one sticking out of a desk, pal.  
(angrily)  
And you can't talk to me like that. We're not going out anymore.
GUNN 
Where'd he come from?
WESLEY 
(picks up the amulet from the floor)  
From this.
FRED 
What is it?
ANGEL 
Something I gave to Buffy before—
SPIKE 
Buffy! Is she—
ANGEL 
She's OK.
SPIKE 
Where—where is she?
ANGEL 
Europe, last I heard from her.
SPIKE 
Wanna see her... Wanna talk to her.
ANGEL 
That's gonna be tough.
SPIKE 
(scoffs)  
You can't keep her from me.
ANGEL 
She's not mine to keep... or yours.
SPIKE 
Says you. You got no idea what we had. 
ANGEL 
You never had her. 
SPIKE 
(in Angel's face)  
More than you, you poncy—
HARMONY 
Oh...my...God! You and the slayer actually... I mean, I know you had 
that twisted obsession with her, but...yecch. That's just... yecch. 
 
(walks away, stops)  
I... yecch!  
(leaves)
SPIKE 
I must be in hell.
LORNE 
Uh, no. L.A., but a lot of people make that mistake.
FRED 
(to Wes and Gunn)  
So Spike and Buffy are—
WESLEY 
He was, um, an ally of hers for some time, at least that's what Angel 
told me. That's all Angel told me.
GUNN 
So he's a good-guy vampire like Angel?
ANGEL 
He's nothing like me.
SPIKE 
Got that right. What have you done to me?  
(looks around the office)  
What is this place?!  
(to Fred, Gunn and Wes) Who are you people? What the bloody hell is 
happening?!

Cut to:
12 INT. SCIENCE LAB - DAY 
The gang has moved on to the science lab. Wesley is looking into a microscope 
while Fred scans Spike with a beeping instrument.
LORNE 
(to Wes) Honey of a story.
WESLEY 
Story?
LORNE 
Yeah, the vampire slayer both men loved, both men lost. Oh, I could 
sell that to any studio in a heartbeat. I see Depp and Bloom. But then 
I see them a lot. Sorry. Hazard of running the entertainment division. 
Gotta get out more.
SPIKE 
(to Fred) So what are you then? Scanner girl?
FRED 
(scanning Spike)  
I'm Fred. I head up Wolfram & Hart's Science Department.
SPIKE 
Wolfram & Hart. Heard of that. Thought it was a law firm.
FRED 
It is, among other things.
SPIKE 
Also heard they represent the worst evil in the universe.
ANGEL 
It did, among other things, but now I'm in charge.
SPIKE 
Are you now?
FRED 
Weird.  
(picks up a folder) 
I'm getting electromagnetic readings consistent with spiritual entities, 
but there's no ectoplasmic matrix.
GUNN 
Meaning?
FRED 
Ectoplasm's what makes ghosts visible to the human eye. If he's a ghost, 
technically we shouldn't be able to see him. 
(writes in the folder)  
And I'm detecting brainwave activity.
ANGEL 
On Spike?  
(chuckles)  
That is weird.
FRED 
Also, ghosts generally absorb light and heat energy making the area 
around them a few degrees cooler. Spike's radiating heat.
SPIKE 
(smirks)  
Think I'm hot, do you?
FRED 
Mm...lukewarm. Just above room temperature.
SPIKE 
Well, what the hell am I then?
WESLEY 
Whatever he is, it's clearly tied to this amulet. Spike's essence, for 
lack of a better term, must have been held within it.  
(to Spike) Do you have any memory of a strange sensation when it released 
its energy?
SPIKE 
What? You mean my skin and muscle burning away from the bone? Organs 
exploding in my chest? Eyeballs melting in their sockets? No. No memory 
at all. Thanks for asking.
ANGEL 
OK, he's connected to the amulet. Last I heard it was buried deep inside 
of the hellmouth. How did it end up here?
FRED 
Maybe he's here for a reason. You know, some higher purpose or something 
he's destined for. Sent to us by the powers that be to help us or—
SPIKE 
Who gave them the bloody right to do that?  
(scoffs, paces)  
Can't a man die in peace without some high almighty deciding it's not 
his time. Let's have a little more fun with him, eh? You think that 
saving the sodding world would be enough to earn me a rest. You'd think—
Spike starts to fade before their eyes.
FRED 
Spike?
SPIKE 
Hmm?  
(looks at his body)  
Oh, balls.  
(disappears)
Fred goes over to scan where Spike was standing.
GUNN 
Now what?
FRED 
I don't know. He just...  
(looks at Angel) What did he mean, "saving the world"?
ANGEL 
Oh, that—well—Buffy did most of the work. Well, he helped, 
but—
SPIKE 
(rematerializes)  
Hmm? What? What?
LORNE 
Took the "what's" right out of our mouths.
GUNN 
Where'd you go?
FRED 
Don't you know?
SPIKE 
I'm—I was...  
(to Angel) You! This is your fault.
ANGEL 
Mine?
SPIKE 
You brought that bloody amulet to Sunnydale. You would have been the 
one to use it, until you 
chickened out. 
ANGEL 
What did you—
SPIKE 
(incensed)  
You heard me! You left town in the nick of time, didn't you, before 
the death and mayhem? Abandoned the woman you claimed to love.
ANGEL 
She made the call. Wasn't my choice.
SPIKE 
And this, bloody hell, wasn't mine. I'm not you. I don't give a piss 
about atonement or destiny. Just because I got me a soul doesn't mean 
I'm gonna let myself be led around by—
FRED 
E-excuse me?
WESLEY 
Did—did you just say— Spike has a soul?  
(to Angel) You never said.
ANGEL 
Didn't seem worth mentioning, you know.
GUNN 
(frowns)  
Seems to be a lot of that.
SPIKE 
Or maybe Captain Forehead was feeling a little less special. Didn't 
like me crashing his exclusive club—another vampire with a soul 
in the world.
ANGEL 
(in Spike's face)  
You're not in the world...Casper.  
(walks away)

Cut to:
13 INT. LOBBY - DAY 
Angel walks down the hall toward the lobby, and Spike materializes behind 
him.
SPIKE 
Running away again.  
(Angel rolls his eyes and continues walking)  
Nice new M.O. I can see why heroes like you get rewarded with the shiny 
new glass and chrome. Why didn't I think of that?
ANGEL 
I'm not responsible for what happened to you.  
(walks past Harmony's desk)
HARMONY 
Angel, it's almost three o'clock. You have a meeting scheduled—
ANGEL 
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 
Little tip, Spike: Try not to talk about things you don't understand.
SPIKE 
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 
(stops in front of the elevators)  
Not gonna happen.
SPIKE 
Oh, you think you're in control here? Guess again, mate. You're no more 
in control than I am. Except I'm not gonna bloody stand for it, while 
you're just a blind...  
(looks over Angel's shoulder)  
Grox'lar Beast.
ANGEL 
What?
Angel turns to see the Grox'lar Beast has just stepped out of the elevators 
behind him. Angel throws a punch at the demon, but the demon punches him 
back, knocking him down. Spike throws a punch at the demon's head, but his 
fist goes right through without making an impact. 
SPIKE 
Oh, brilliant.
The demon goes toward Angel, and they continue fighting hand-to-hand. 
Angel finally overpowers the demon, throwing him against the wall, and knocking 
him out. 
ANGEL 
Somebody want to tell me how a Grox'lar Beast got past security? I don't 
have time for this.
SPIKE 
Of 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 
That was your three o'clock.
ANGEL 
That...  
(Spike laughs at him)  
I'm meeting with Grox'lars?! They eat babies!
HARMONY 
Just their heads. You were supposed to open negotiations with his clan.
ANGEL 
Negotiations for what?
GUNN 
(walks up to the scene)  
Get 'em to stop eating baby heads.
ANGEL 
Oh. So that's good. Oh, so this—this is bad.
GUNN 
No, actually the Grox'lar clan respects someone who takes a strong opening 
position. Wolfram & Hart didn't just jack me up here with the human 
laws, also demon laws from every dimension. Probably should have been 
briefed you about the Grox'lar, but we got a little...  
(looks at Spike)  
sidetracked. Plus I've been implementing our reforms. Mostly staff overhaul. 
I've fired 40 employees in the past 2 days.
ANGEL 
(walks away)  
How's that going?
GUNN 
(follows Angel)  
As expected. Anger, tears, venomous death threats. 
HARMONY 
(to Spike) Listen, I know I was a little crabby before. I mean, hello?! 
A little awkward seeing you at my work. But if you want to talk or something, 
you know, about us or...  
(Spike walks away without acknowledging her)  
OK. Too soon. I understand... 
(under her breath) Slayer-loving freak.

Cut to:
14 INT. GUNNS OFFICE - DAY 
Angel and Gunn are talking in his office.
GUNN 
Caught an associate we laid off trying to smuggle this out of the voodoo 
division.
Gunn holds up a voodoo doll that has black skin and is wearing a suit 
just like Gunn's.
ANGEL 
(takes the doll)  
It's a nice likeness.
SPIKE 
(walks up to the door)  
This place just goes on and on, doesn't it? Like a ruddy theme park 
attraction.
ANGEL 
I'm in a meeting, Spike.
SPIKE 
Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't care.
GUNN 
Look, we're ruffling a lot of dangerous feathers out there. There's 
gonna be a backlash. Count on it. 
ANGEL 
Well, we'll just have to ride out the ripples for a while.
GUNN 
(looks at the door)  
I'm sensing a ripple on its way now.
A man wearing a loud blue dress shirt and a spotted yellow tie walks 
in the room. 
NOVAC 
Yes, uh...Novac, sir. Uh, what's this about you shutting down the Internment 
Acquisitions Division?
ANGEL 
(to Gunn) Internment Acqui—
GUNN 
Grave-robbing.
NOVAC 
Listen, I know you fellas are in charge now, and you're doing a bang-up 
job. I'm with you 110%, but that department brings in mucho revenue 
to this company.
ANGEL 
Well, Novac, we'll just have to tighten our belts and do without.
NOVAC 
No, you're not getting it... sir. I.A.D. is under contract to provide 
fresh bodies to Magnus Hainsley. You know who he is, right?  
(Angel looks at Gunn)  
Oy. OK. He's one of our oldest clients. Big potatoes. We stop delivering, 
and he is not gonna be... thrilled.
ANGEL 
Then he's probably not gonna like it when you advise him that he's no 
longer our client.
NOVAC 
(worried)  
Me?
ANGEL 
(walks toward Novac)  
You got it, counselor. You tell Mister—  
(clears throat)
GUNN 
Hainsley.
ANGEL 
Hainsley that Wolfram & Hart is under new management and out of 
the grave-robbing business. Now, run along and go argue your case.
NOVAC 
(unsure)  
Me?
ANGEL 
Go.
Novac walks toward the door, shuddering at the thought of his assignment, 
when Spike addresses him.
SPIKE 
You don't have to take that from him, mate.
ANGEL 
Stay out of this, Spike. You don't work here. 
SPIKE 
Damn right I don't. Look at you. This is what you do now? Delegate the 
dirty work to spineless, low-level flunkies.  
(to Novac) No offense.  
(Angel walks back toward Gunn)  
The mighty hero reduced to a bloody bureaucrat. If a certain slayer 
could see you now—
ANGEL 
Get out of here, Spike.
SPIKE 
Gladly. Cruel enough punishment being stuck here as a spook while you 
play "Chairman of the Boring." But hell if I'm gonna spend 
my afterlife in your stinking city. Get stuffed.

Cut to:
15 INT. ANGEL'S OFFICE - NIGHT 
Angel's sitting alone in his office staring out the window, when Wesley walks 
up to the door. Wes starts to walk away, when Angel speaks to him.
ANGEL 
You don't think he's really gone, do you?
WESLEY 
That what's on your mind?
ANGEL 
(stands, walks to sit behind his desk)  
Could have been me, Wes. Was supposed to be me.
WESLEY 
You're not feeling guilty? 
ANGEL 
About Spike?  
(chuckles)  
He's not—that's not—that's not—  
(sighs)  
Wolfram & Hart gave me the amulet. They must have expected me to 
use it. And they had to have known it would've done to me what it did 
to Spike, so—
WESLEY 
Why bother handing you the keys to the kingdom?  
(sits)
ANGEL 
Doesn't make sense. What are the senior partners playing at?
WESLEY 
Maybe there's dissent in their ranks, or maybe there's another player 
in the game they—and we don't know anything about. Then again, 
maybe they got exactly what they were after.
ANGEL 
Spike. 
WESLEY 
He may be the one they—
ANGEL 
What are you doing here? I thought you left town. 
SPIKE 
(standing in the doorway)  
Don't think I didn't bleeding try. Every time I got as far as the city 
limits I kept popping back here like my insides are getting yanked.
WESLEY 
Hmm. I suspected as much. The amulet's Wolfram & Hart's property. 
It's bound to this place, and since Spike's connected to it...
SPIKE 
Hey! I'm nobody's bloody property, Percy. So what? I'm just stuck here 
forever?  
(to Angel) I bet you're loving this, aren't you?
ANGEL 
Knowing you'll be haunting me till the end of time?  
(smirks)  
Hmm. It's a dream come true.
HARMONY 
(knocks on Angel's door)  
Uh, boss? That Novac lawyer you sent over to dump the client... well, 
he's back.
ANGEL 
OK, send him in.
HARMONY 
Mmm, OK.
Two men in suits walk into the room carrying three buckets full of a 
sloppy red liquid, one with a bright yellow spotted tie hanging over the 
edge, covered in blood. 
ANGEL 
What is...
The men place the buckets on Angel's desk.
SPIKE 
(smirks)  
Ol' buckets here was right. You guys are doing a bang-up job.

Fade to black.

ACT II

16 INT. LOBBY - NIGHT 
Angel walks out to Harmony's desk in the lobby.
ANGEL 
Harmony, get me Novac's contact list, close relations, next of kin, 
and let's be discreet about this for the time being, OK? 
HARMONY 
Discreet? Oh, you mean like not tell anyone about bucket-o-lawyer.
ANGEL 
Harmony, contact list.
GUNN 
(walks off the elevator, hands a file to Angel)  
Hey, got word you wanted the file on Magnus Hainsley. Dig this. He's 
a sorcerer, big time. Rich with old money and older mojo. Owns a respectable 
block of shares in Wolfram & Hart and he's connected up the wazoo. 
Carries influence with power players in the entertainment industry, 
politics— 
ANGEL 
(flipping through the file)  
He's a necromancer.
WESLEY 
Power over the dead. That explains the bodies Wolfram & Hart's been 
providing him.

17 INT. ANGEL'S OFFICE - NIGHT 
Angel walks into his office, followed by Wesley and Gunn.
ANGEL 
But not what he's been doing with them.  
(to Spike) Out of my chair.
SPIKE 
Make me.
GUNN 
What's in the buckets?
Angel sighs.
SPIKE 
Your man Novac. Guess he's been— what do you call it? Downsized.
ANGEL 
It's a message from Magnus Hainsley, and I'm gonna reply to it personally.
WESLEY 
You can't take Hainsley on yourself.
ANGEL 
(walks toward his private elevator) 
I'm not gonna risk him turning somebody else into chowder.
WESLEY 
Angel, you have a multi-billion dollar company at your disposal with 
armed and trained personnel.
ANGEL 
They cramp my style.  
(walks into his elevator)
WESLEY 
Your style's not gonna cut it with a necromancer. We should probably 
avoid an eye-for-an-eye escalation here.
ANGEL 
Not going for his eyes, Wes.
GUNN 
I know what you should go for.  
(Angel stops the elevator doors before they close) 
It'll hurt him. Bad.

Cut to:
18 INT. GARAGE - NIGHT 
Angel walks out of the elevator into the garage. His cars are lined up along 
the wall. He walks toward a black Viper, opens the door.
SPIKE 
(sitting in the passenger seat)  
Knew you'd pick the Viper. So bloody predictable.
ANGEL 
Spike, get out of the car.
SPIKE 
No.
ANGEL 
What?
SPIKE 
This haunting-you-till- the-end-of-time idea of yours is starting to 
sound appealing. I could drive you completely starkers, right out of 
your gourd. Yeah, and you wouldn't be able to do a sodding thing about 
it.  
(Angel slams the door and walks over to the next car, a silver Camaro) 
 
(Spike is sitting inside the car in the passenger seat; Angel groans) 
Fancy a road trip. This'll be fun, eh? You and me together again. So...where 
are we off to?
ANGEL 
To see the wizard. 
(starts the car and drives away)

Cut to:
19 INT. HAINSLEY'S FOYER - NIGHT 
The butler lets Spike and Angel inside Hainsley's house.
BUTLER 
Do you have an appointment with Mr. Hainsley?
SPIKE 
Let's just say he sent us an invitation.
ANGEL 
We're—I'm from Wolfram & Hart.
SPIKE 
I'm his date. 
(Angel rolls his eyes)
BUTLER 
Mr. Hainsley is with a customer at the moment. I'm afraid he does not 
suffer interruption lightly.
ANGEL 
Not so worried about his suffering. Go ahead and interrupt.
BUTLER 
As you wish. Please wait here, gentlemen.  
(exits)
SPIKE 
Oh, life among the power elite. It's all so civilized. Hainsley grinds 
up one of your people into chum, and you drop by for tea.
ANGEL 
I'm hoping to avoid a body count here.
SPIKE 
(looks off into the other room) No worries. Looks like this Hainsley 
keeps one on hand. 

Cut to:
20 INT. HAINSLEY'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 
Spike walks into the adjacent room. Angel follows. The room is decorated like 
a Victorian parlor, complete with a few dozen people standing around posed, 
as if it were a wax museum.
SPIKE 
(scoffs) 
Man likes to play with dollies.
ANGEL 
This isn't for him. It's a showroom.

Cut to:
21 INT. HAINSLEY'S WORKSHOP - NIGHT 
A woman is lying on a table in the center of a red pentagram that's painted 
on the floor. A middle-aged man stand over her chanting eerily, while a demon 
speaks from the shadows behind them.
DEMON 
(casually)  
I thought about going older with it. I don't know, more distinguished, 
kind of a 50-something Shirley Temple Black with it. You know, that 
ultra-respectable ambassador to somewhere feel. But in the end I... 
I went with pretty. I suppose we all do, in the end, don't we? You know, 
in the end. Pretty people just seem to have it so much—  
(the man sticks his hand in the woman's belly)  
Oh. Whoa. There's something you don't see every, uh— 
(the man reaches a hand back toward the demon) 
Augh! Mmm!  
(the man's hand glows orange as the demon's essence flows into the man's 
body through one hand, and out through the other, going into the woman) 
 
OK, yeah, that's feelin' a little weird.
BUTLER 
Excuse the interruption, sir. There are some more men from Wolfram & 
Hart asking to see you. They seem rather adamant.
HAINSLEY 
Kill them.
BUTLER 
Very good, sir.  
(exits)

Cut to:
22 INT. HAINSLEY'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 
Angel and Spike walk around among the posed people in the parlor.
SPIKE 
I don't know. Maybe the geezer's just lonely. Throws himself a surprise 
party every night. Picks out one of these painted pigeons and shows 
her a good time, if you know what I mean. What? I'm sure they don't 
mind.
ANGEL 
Yeah, I mind.
SPIKE 
Why? They're the lucky ones, aren't they? It's over for them. They've 
shuffled off, cleanly, the one time. Nobody's shoving them back into 
the stinking world against their will.
ANGEL 
(angrily)  
I mind.
BUTLER 
(enters the room)  
Mr. Hainsley has asked that I send you back to Wolfram & Hart, gentlemen. 
 
(reveals that he's holding butcher knives behind his back)  
In a manner of speaking.
The butler plays menacingly with the knives trying to intimidate Angel 
and Spike.
SPIKE 
Uh-oh. Looks like it's buckets for you.
Angel reaches for a tiny teaspoon being held by a posed person beside 
him. He throws the spoon at the butler, and it lands in his forehead. The 
butler screams. 
SPIKE 
A spoon?! That's just... 
(the butler reaches up to his forehead, pulls the spoon out, and turns 
toward Angel angrily) 
Well, OK, that's more... 
(the butler collapses) 
Disappointing, really.
ANGEL 
I know you can't help me, but could you maybe not root for the other 
team?
SPIKE 
Hey, I'll root for anyone with half a chance of taking you down a notch.
ANGEL 
What is your problem?
SPIKE 
(walks up to Angel)  
You are, ya ponce! You're my problem. You got it too good.  
(Angel walks away, Spike follows)  
You're king of a 30-floor castle, with all the cars, comfort, power, 
and glory you could ever want, and here I save the world, throw myself 
onto the proverbial hand grenade for love, honor, and all the right 
reasons, and what do I get? Bloody well toasted and ghosted is what 
I get, isn't it? It's not fair.
ANGEL 
(stops, turns to Spike angrily)  
Fair?! You asked for a soul. I didn't! It almost killed me. I spent 
a hundred years trying to come to terms with infinite remorse. You spent 
3 weeks moaning in a basement, and then you were fine! What's fair about 
that?!
SPIKE 
(fading again)  
Are you getting blurry, or is it— 
(disappears)
Angel grunts from frustration, then walks away.

Cut to:
23 INT. HAINSLEY'S WORKSHOP - NIGHT 
Hainsley is rinsing his hands out when Angel breaks the door down.
HAINSLEY 
Come in. It's open.
ANGEL 
Hainsley.
HAINSLEY 
(drying his hands)  
Didn't know it was the head cheese himself. I thought for sure you were 
another lackey. You should show more respect.
WOMAN 
(lying on the table, the woman sits up)  
Oh, uh, I can see you guys have a thing going on.  
(walks toward the door)  
Don't wanna get in your way. I'll let myself out.
Angel grabs the woman by the arm as she walks by him. Her eyes glow 
red and she snarls at him. Angel punches her out.
ANGEL 
So how much do you charge, huh? Installing the average demon in a human 
body? I'm sure a lot of them would love to pass as people. You know, 
walk amongst the sheep.
HAINSLEY 
Believe me, friend, the average demon can't afford it.  
(laughs)
ANGEL 
I'm cutting off your supply, Hainsley. As of now your body shop is— 
 
(with a flick of his wrist, Hainsley takes control of Angel's body, 
freezing him in place) 
Aah!
HAINSLEY 
Who do you think you're talking to? 
(turns his hand, causing Angel pain; Angel groans; Hainsley pulls Angel 
toward him) 
I eat the dead for breakfast, son. And you're just another plate o' 
bacon and eggs.  
(Spike shows up behind Angel) 
A ghost, huh? You brought a ghost as your backup, vampire?
SPIKE 
I'm not here to back him up. I just haunt the bastard.
ANGEL 
Stay out of this.
SPIKE 
Oh, stick it—far as it'll go. You go ahead, wiz. Do what you want.
HAINSLEY 
What I want is to turn you inside out, like a shirt. I could dust you 
right now, boy. Wouldn't even need a stake.  
(lets go of Angel, who grunts from the pain he was in) 
But that would be too big an insult for the senior partners to overlook. 
Seems that they've got plans for you
ANGEL 
(exhales sharply) 
I've got plans of my own.  
(dials his cell phone)  
Gunn, do it.
HAINSLEY 
And what was that? Just call in an air strike?
ANGEL 
I just froze all your bank accounts, terminated your paper assets, and 
turned your books over to a very motivated contact we have at the I.R.S. 
5 minutes from now, you'll have nothing but this house. 10 minutes from 
now, that'll go into foreclosure.
HAINSLEY 
(frowns) You can't do that.
ANGEL 
I'll let myself out.
HAINSLEY 
It's not legal. You think you can get away with that?  
(scornful chuckling) 
I'll sue you to hell.
ANGEL 
Good luck. We're your lawyers.  
(walks out)
HAINSLEY 
This isn't over, vampire.

Cut to:
24 INT. HAINSLEY'S FOYER - NIGHT 
Angel is walking toward the door as Spike follows him.
SPIKE 
That's how you're gonna fight the forces of evil now—call the I.R.S.?
ANGEL 
Whatever it takes.
SPIKE 
Hello, I.R.S.? Will you fight my battles for me? And while you're at 
it, will you wipe my wide, spotty... 
(disappears)
ANGEL 
Oh, thank God. 
(walks out of the house)
SPIKE 
(reappears) 
Ass?  
(to Hainsley) You...
HAINSLEY 
Power over the dead. But enough about me. Let's talk about you. You're 
a ghost. Well, close enough, anyway. That's just a horrible way to be. 
You're not here, you're not there, just lost, somewhere in the middle. 
And you can't fight against it. You can't fix it. Hell, you can't even 
lift a finger 'cause you simply don't have any.
SPIKE 
Yeah. What's it to you?
HAINSLEY 
I can give you back what's been taken from you—freedom, power of 
choice. I can put your destiny back in your own flesh-and-bone hands. 
That's right. A corporeal body. I can make that happen. But to do that, 
I need you to do something for me. Something that might require...
SPIKE 
(excited) 
Hurt Angel, that it? You want me to hurt Angel?  
(grins devilishly) 
You've come to the right ghost.

Fade to black.

ACT III

25 INT. ANGEL'S OFFICE - NIGHT 
Gunn follows Angel into Angel's office.
GUNN 
Wiped out every asset we could find on Hainsley. Wasn't easy. Man's 
got his fingers in a lot of dirty pies.
ANGEL 
Yeah, well, I think pies are gonna be off his menu for a while.
GUNN 
Yeah, well, it's gotta hurt. I mean, damn, who doesn't love pie? (sits)
Fred and Wesley walk into the room.
FRED 
You're back.
WESLEY 
Hainsley out of business?
ANGEL 
Yeah, for the time being.
FRED 
So he's not going away?
ANGEL 
Well, I think that, "this isn't over yet, vampire," may be 
the tipoff. Look, guys, can we get back to my, uh, spiritual crisis?
WESLEY 
Yes. Spike.
ANGEL 
Popped out on me at Hainsley's place. But we all know that he'll be 
back and back and back, and I really don't want that happening again, 
so explain to me how we're gonna get him out of here.
FRED 
He can't get out of here.
ANGEL 
Please don't tell me that.
FRED 
OK. Wesley...you tell him.
WESLEY 
I've had my entire department doing thorough research on the amulet. 
There's not much. Not in the way of releasing Spike from it, anyway. 
At least not in the conventional sense. 
ANGEL 
And what's the unconventional sense?
WESLEY 
Something he asked for. Eternal rest.

Cut to: 
26 INT. LOBBY - NIGHT 
Spike appears in the lobby, and walks by Harmony's desk on his way to Angel's 
office.
HARMONY 
(straightening her desk)  
Fine. Don't talk to me.
SPIKE 
What?
HARMONY 
Whole time we were a thing, you treated me like day-old rat blood. Why 
should now be any diff, just 'cause you've gone all Patrick Swayze?
SPIKE 
What are you on about?
HARMONY 
Well, gee, nothing much. Just since you're all soulful now, I thought 
maybe, just maybe, you might've learned to open up a little. You know, 
talk? But I guess the leopard can't change his stripes.
SPIKE 
Spots, you dink. Leopards have spots.
HARMONY 
Oh! Excuse me, Mr. Brainy. Thank you so much for sharing. Wow. What 
a breakthrough.
Spike walks toward Angel's office and overhears them talking about him.
ANGEL (O.S.) 
This is an unusual situation, but I think it's our only choice.
WESLEY (O.S.) 
It's what we'd do in any case of a haunting, isn't it? An exorcism of 
sorts.
FRED (O.S.) 
We're talking about killing him.

Cut to:
27 INT. ANGEL'S OFFICE - NIGHT 
Resume. Angel, Wes, Fred, and Gunn are discussing options for dealing with 
Spike.
FRED 
I mean, I know he's already dead, but... he'd be gone-dead. Forever. 
It just doesn't seem right. 
WESLEY 
I agree, but neither is leaving him here, trapped between realms, with 
no control over his fate, not able to touch anything, affect anything. 
Unable to fight. Letting him cross over seems the most merciful thing—
ANGEL 
Yeah, yeah, mercy. I'm all for it. Just, hey, tell me how we do it.
WESLEY 
The amulet's protected, invulnerable to anything, but... the magic that's 
protecting it doesn't work on hallowed ground.
GUNN 
Hallowed. Like a church? 
WESLEY 
Or cemetery, yes. It has to be taken there and destroyed.
FRED 
Destroyed how?
WESLEY 
I think a sharp blow would probably do the trick.
GUNN 
Angel, what do you think?
ANGEL 
(sits back in his chair)  
I think I want to sleep on it.
Fred places the amulet on Angel's desk. Wes, Gunn, and Fred leave.

Cut to:
28 INT. ANGEL'S BEDROOM - NIGHT 
Angel walks into his apartment and gets ready for bed, climbing under the 
blankets with a big sigh.
SPIKE 
(from the shadows near Angel's windows) 
Well, look at you. 
ANGEL 
Aw, no. No. No, no!
SPIKE 
Sitting in luxury's ample lap. Top of the world. Looking down on... 
well, everyone. It's good to be king, isn't it?
ANGEL 
Ground rules. Haunt me all you want during business hours, but this 
space—off limits.
SPIKE 
Relax, beefcake. I didn't come for a fight.
ANGEL 
Really?
SPIKE 
Not that I could, right? Can't touch, can't affect anything... Yeah, 
I overheard your little group powwow about me.
ANGEL 
How much?
SPIKE 
Enough of enough.
ANGEL 
Look, Spike—
SPIKE 
Necromancer tried to make a deal with me.
ANGEL 
What?
SPIKE 
Said he could bring me back—body and soul—if I used our close 
personal relationship to double-cross you. 
ANGEL 
Tempting. So what'd you say?
SPIKE 
You see, right there, that's the problem. You having to ask me that. 
I don't play for that side anymore, or haven't you heard? Besides... 
even if mr. Death could do what he promised, I trust him about as much 
as you trust me.
ANGEL 
What do you want from me?
SPIKE 
I can't live like this, Angel. Being useless.  
(sighs) 
Being nothing. I want it to end.

Cut to:
29 EXT. CEMETERY - NIGHT 
Angel and Spike are walking through a cemetery together.
SPIKE 
Suppose this'll do. Feels hallowed enough.
ANGEL 
(looks at the amulet he's holding) 
Sure you want to do this, Spike?
SPIKE 
(scoffs) 
What, think I could really stand hanging out with you and your lot, 
now and forever? Wisecracking ghost sidekick. No bloody thanks. Come 
on. You know as well as I do, it's for the best.  
(Angel picks up an urn from a nearby grave) 
I'm glad it's you, though. Finally doin' me in. Feels right. You being 
my grandsire and all. Circle of death, eh?
ANGEL 
Good-bye, Spike.
SPIKE 
See you around, Angel.
Angel picks up the urn and aims for crushing the amulet, but hits himself 
in the head instead.
SPIKE 
Uh, I think you missed.
Angel hits himself in the face again, and then is picked up off the 
ground unable to move. Hainsley steps out of the shadows. 
HAINSLEY 
And the dead shall rise! Just 'cause I say so.
ANGEL 
Hainsley—
HAINSLEY 
Vampire should think twice before messing with a man who wields power 
over all things lifeless.  
(drops Angel to the ground, knocking him out) 
If you ask my advice.
SPIKE 
Took your sweet time stepping in, Hainsley. I came this close to getting 
a one-way to the great beyond.
HAINSLEY 
Relax, son. I wasn't going to let anything happen to you. You're the 
linchpin of my plan.
SPIKE 
Our plan. And you bloody better hold up your end of it. I'm not gonna 
be used by you.
HAINSLEY 
Yes, you are. But afterwards, I'll give you your reward, just as you 
asked. I'll put you back in the driver's seat of your afterlife. Control. 
That's all anyone really wants, isn't it?

Fade to black.

ACT IV

30 INT. HAINSLEY'S WORKSHOP - NIGHT 
Angel's lying on the same table that the girl was on before Hainsley put the 
demon inside her.
HAINSLEY 
Hello, vampire. Have a nice nap? 
(Angel tries to sit up, but Hainsley uses his power to push him back 
down) 
Naw, don't get up. You've had a rough day. You know, so have I, thanks 
to you.
ANGEL 
Yours is about to get a hell of a lot worse.
HAINSLEY 
I don't think so. Me necromancer. You...dead. You can't lay a finger 
on me.
ANGEL 
Maybe not. But what do you think the senior partners are gonna do to 
you when I turn up missing?
HAINSLEY 
Oh, you're not going to be missing. You're going to show up to work 
bright-eyed and bushy-tailed tomorrow morning, when you'll reverse the 
seizure of my personal assets and reinstate the Internment Acquisitions 
Department.
ANGEL 
And why would I do that?
SPIKE 
(steps out from the shadows) 
Not you. Me. Wearing your body.
ANGEL 
And to think I didn't trust you.
SPIKE 
Come on, Angel. What choice did I have? Bloody exorcism? Letting you 
and yours banish me to oblivion? No, thanks. Necro here's gonna give 
me my body back... after I take yours for a test drive, fix his little 
problems. And here's the kicker: I go in, and you go... pfft! Off to 
never-never-come-back land. And then... yours very truly will be running 
the show. Your cars, your fancy digs, everything—everyone—I 
deserve...will be mine. 
(wistfully) 
And maybe I'll have a go with that Fred. She looks like a goer, and 
she seems to really look up to you.
ANGEL 
Shut up.
SPIKE 
You know what? You're right. Enough talk. Let's do this, already. I'm 
itchin' to get physical.
HAINSLEY 
I've never installed anyone in a conscious dead body before. I imagine 
this is going to be extremely painful. 
(chuckles) 
Hainsley starts his eerie chanting again, then plunges his hand inside 
Angel's belly. Hainsley reaches back toward Spike, and absorbs Spike's energy 
into his own body. Spike disappears, and Hainsley's hand glows orange. The 
orange glow flows through Hainsley's body toward Angel's belly, but stops 
short. 
HAINSLEY 
(to the orange glow in his arm) 
Unh! What? What...are you doing?
The orange glow goes back up Hainsley's arm and disappears into his 
chest.  
ANGEL 
Spike...would you mind?
HAINSLEY 
(pulls his hand out of Angel's body) 
No! Noooo!
ANGEL 
(stands up and faces off with Hainsley, kicking him across the room) 
Can touch you now, Hainsley.
HAINSLEY 
(controls Angel's body again, throwing him across the room) 
Think you're clever, eh? But—unnnnh!— Your ghost can't control 
me for long. I hold the power. I rule the dead. 
(reaches toward Angel, but can't control him anymore)
ANGEL 
Not today.
Angel fights with Hainsley and ultimately pushes him into a nearby table, 
knocking him down to the ground. Hainsley gets up again and engages Angel 
in hand-to-hand combat again. Angel throws a blade at Hainsley, cutting 
his head off. Hainsley's head falls to the ground, and Spike's head floats 
above Hainsley's neck.
SPIKE 
Oh, bollocks.  
(Hainsley's body falls to the ground) 
I was just getting warmed up.
ANGEL 
That was you hitting me?
SPIKE 
The last bit, yeah. Hainsley's been dead since he hit the table.  
(Angel frowns) 
Oh, come on. Had to get a few licks in, didn't I?

Cut to:
31 INT. LOBBY - DAY 
Wesley and Angel are walking together through the lobby.
WESLEY 
I see. So Spike came to you with this plan.
ANGEL 
More or less. Once he learned Hainsley used himself as a conduit for 
body transfers, our trap fell into place.
Harmony hands a file to Angel.
WESLEY 
A bit reckless. Well, if Spike's going to be sticking around, it'd be 
prudent of him to share his plans with the rest of us in future.
ANGEL 
Yeah, well, sharing's not something Spike does very well.
HARMONY 
Preaching to the horse's mouth.

Cut to:
32 INT. FRED'S OFFICE - DAY 
Fred walks into her office in the Science Department. Spike is standing in 
the doorway.
FRED 
Spike. What are you...can I help you?
SPIKE 
Well, that's the heart of it, isn't it? The crux. The nub. 
FRED 
I'm sorry?
SPIKE 
You're the smart one, aren't you? The go-to girl who knows all about 
this ghost mumbo-jumbo.
FRED 
Um...  
(laughs nervously) 
Well, actually, Wesley's the occult expert. He—he was trained as 
a Watcher. He knows about the supernatur—
SPIKE 
Yeah, but you're the science queen. The hows, the what-ifs—that's 
your cup of tea. You figure things out in that cute little noggin of 
yours.
FRED 
(nervously) 
I guess. What... I-is there something... 
SPIKE 
I'm slippin'.
FRED 
What?
SPIKE 
Don't wanna go, but it's like... It's like the ground underneath me 
is... splitting open and my legs are... straddling both sides of this 
bloody big chasm. It's getting wider, pulling me in. 
FRED 
Is that... is that what's happening when you keep vanishing?
SPIKE 
(faces away from Fred) 
I know what's down there—where it's trying to take me—and 
it's not the place heroes go. Not by a bloody long shot. It's the other 
one. Full of fire and torment. And it's happening. And I'm terrified. 
 
(faces Fred) 
Help me?

Fade to black.
End