PROLOGUE:
1 INT. LOBBY - DAY Close-up on Lorne's feet as he walks down the 
hallway talking on his cell phone. Lorne's wearing silver alligator boots 
and a blue suit. To his right side is another man holding another cell phone 
and a notepad.
LORNE It'll be fabulous. Believe me, Jerry. Yes. It's 
Grapes of Wrath in outer space. Uh-huh. Oh, it's got heart. 
Yes, it's got laser battles.(takes off his sunglasses)It's 
got a timely message of interstellar poverty. Uh-huh. Listen, have 
your assistant call my assistant. We'll set something up. Good enough. 
 (Chuckles)(hangs up the cell phone and tosses it to his 
assistant) (talks to the other cell phone his assistant was 
holding) J.C., Listen, just got off the Nextel with big "B." Yeah, 
intrigued, but wants to know who's playin' Tom Joad. Uh-huh. Well, I'm 
pretty sure that Henry Fonda's dead, sweetie. Yeah. Bring him back to 
life? Let me talk to my science people. OK, no promises.(hangs 
up) (to his assistant) Directors.(walks up to Harmony's desk 
in the lobby) Harmonica!
HARMONY (smiles, clasps his hands) Lorney-tunes! 

Harmony is incredibly overdressed for a receptionist. She's wearing 
a pink sequined sleeveless dress. Her hair is done professionally.


LORNE Ohh, the eyes, the hair, the dress. It's no wonder 
the fourth floor has a crush on you. Hey, tell me, priceless, where do 
I find Angel? 
HARMONY Just called. He's on his way back in from a field 
mission, though I wouldn't, if I were you. He sounds like he's in a 
mood. 
LORNE (Chuckles)Oh, don't worry, darlin'. I've 
pulled the big boy out of many a brood-fest. It shouldn't be that— 
 (Lorne turns to see Angel walk into the lobby covered in 
slime) Eww. 
WESLEY (walks up to Angel) Angel, how did the new 
neural-intercept grenade work? 
ANGEL It didn't.(hands the grenade to Wes, 
sighs)
WESLEY Right. I'll take it down to Fred and have her look 
at it. 
LORNE Hey, Angel-heart—(calls after Wes, who's 
walking away) Hey, Wes, if you see Fred, can you have her pencil me 
in for later? I gotta talk to her about Henry Fonda's big comeback. 

WESLEY All right. 
LORNE (follows Angel, who's walking steadily away toward 
his office) Angel, Angel. We've gotta have a confab. Es muy 
importante— 
ANGEL Uh, or—wha— 
LORNE Uh, it's about the party? I've done all I can do 
for the big to-do, but we've still got a few bugs to comb out of the 
cootie garage.(Angel frowns and starts to close his door) A 
bridge too far? Uh, let me try it again. Uh—
ANGEL Look, Lorne, I've been out all night, OK? I'm beat 
up, I'm exhausted, I'm covered head to toe in Thraxis blood, which 
actually kind of burns, so this is all gonna have to wait until I take 
a shower.(starts to shut the door)
LORNE You killed the Thraxis? 
ANGEL Shower.(shuts the door in Lorne's face)
LORNE (to his assistant) Hey, Van, look, why don't we, 
uh, scratch the Thraxis off the invite list, and, uh—oh, hey, you got 
a copy of that print ad we're gonna run this week? 
VAN Yes. Right.(takes out a piece of paper from his 
files)
LORNE (reading the paper) What is this? "Wolfram & 
Hart wants to be up your alley"? Sounds like a bus station pick-up 
line. Change it. Second thought, burn it. Grab yourself a bagel or 
something, too. You look a little waxy. 

Cut to:
2 INT. LORNE'S OFFICE - DAY Lorne steps into his office and shuts 
the door behind him. He breathes deeply and collapses into the chair at his 
mirrored vanity make-up table. He rests his elbow on the vanity, rubbing his 
temples and moaning. Suddenly, his reflection in the mirror turns to look at 
him, concerned, and begins to speak.
LORNE'S REFLECTION Ooh, ouch. That's an adult-sized 
bang-a-roo. Hello?(Lorne groans) Oh, Mr. Smiles.(Lorne 
groans) Oh, come on, you can't ignore me forever. Oh, well, fine. 
Looks like you're gonna have to slap a band-aid on that melon, draw a 
grin on that bewitching green mug, and go right back out there. On the 
count of 9, sunshine. 1...2...3... (Lorne glares at his 
reflection) The show stops for no demon, Lorne. 4...5...(Lorne 
winces) They're all waiting for you. 6...7... They're counting on 
you. 8...comin'up on 9. They're gonna eat you up with a spoon because 
you're so scrumptious! 
LORNE (screams) Shut up!(bashes the mirror with a 
wine bottle) (Groans, stands, faces the door)
LORNE'S REFLECTION (singing a slow ballad) Don't, 
don't leave me this wayI can't existI'll surely miss 
 your tender kissso don't leave me this wayohhhh... 

A very stressed Lorne walks out the door.
Cut to:
3 INT. HALLWAY- DAY When Lorne appears in the hallway, he's all 
smiles and energy again, talking on his cell phone, transitioning his 
reflection's song into an upbeat pop song.
LORNE (singing) Ohhh, baby! Oh, my heart is full of 
love and desire for you!
Fade to black.
Opening credits.

ACT I:
4 INT. ANGEL'S APARTMENT - DAYA shower is running as someone 
enters Angel's office. The doorless shower provides a direct view from the 
office. Angel turns off the shower and grabs a towel, when he notices Eve 
sitting on his bed watching him.
EVE Hi. Uh, the door was open. Well, unlocked.(a 
naked Angel walks toward her frowning; Eve smiles) Well... I had a 
key.(Angel holds out his hand; Eve gives him the key, which he 
throws on the table)So, uh, wow. You take a long shower for a 
guy.(Angel wraps a towel around his waist) Were we having some 
gentlemen's time?
ANGEL Gentlemen's? 
EVE I mean, I understand. You're running the whole circus 
now, a lot of pressure, especially with your hands-on policy. No pun 
intended. I'm sure you could use a release. 
ANGEL No releasing, just bathing. That's what one does 
after bashing open a demonic piñata full of rancid Tabasco. What do 
you want, Eve? 
EVE You stood me up. We had a 7:30, Angel, a meeting. 

ANGEL Oh. Right. Uh... I'll get my pants. 

Cut to:
5 INT. ELEVATOR - DAY A fully-clothed Angel and Eve, her arms 
crossed, walk onto the elevator.
EVE So, how's it going, Angel? 
ANGEL Oh... (Exhales)I don't know how to answer 
that question. I—I don't know. Good. Bad.(Sighs)Look, I 
spent years doing everything I could to bring this company down. Now 
I'm the CEO, and I have to question every move I make because any one 
of them could be exactly what the senior partners want, so, no, I have 
no idea how it's going.(crosses his arms)
EVE Hey, at least you can still get your nocturnal 
jollies saving the downtrodden from things that go bump in the night. 

ANGEL Well, you said it yourself. Everyone needs a 
release. 
EVE No. I said you need a release. Not everyone bottles 
all this stuff up like you.
ANGEL I don't bottle. 
EVE You bottle. 
ANGEL (in her face) I don't bottle. 

Cut to:
6 INT. LOBBY - DAY When the elevator door opens, a huge skull is 
there in the doorway. Angel reflexively punches it, and the man holding the 
foam skull falls down to the floor, groaning. Angel looks around to see 
there are many people with similar costumes busily working to decorate the 
lobby.
ANGEL OK, why does it look like we're having a party in 
here? 
LORNE Well, maybe 'cause we're having a party in here. 
The Wolfram & Hart Halloween Bash? Ring a bell? The biggest event 
on the company calendar? I sent you a small forest's worth of memos on 
it. 
ANGEL We're havin' it here? 
LORNE (to Eve) You see what I'm up against? 
EVE That's what our 7:30 was about, Angel. Your party. 

ANGEL My party? 
LORNE Yeah, listen. Here's the snafu in a nutshell, top 
cat. Uh, nobody's comin'. Well, some people are coming, but the right 
people, the A-list people, they seem to be giving it a miss, and if 
they don't show up, this shindig is gonna be a bust. 
ANGEL Good. 
LORNE (Insensed) Good?! 
ANGEL (casually) I wasn't too crazy about this thing 
to begin with. I mean, we are talking about our clients, right? Our 
evil clients.(Lorne starts rubbing his head) Not the sort of 
folks I really like to show a good time. I'd be a lot happier if the 
whole thing just kind of fell through. Then we could get back to— 
LORNE (still rubbing his head, laughs out loud) Ha ha 
ha! OK! OK! You're killin' me. Can't you just feel up the big picture, 
Mr. Magoo? It's not about good and evil. It's about party. Party! 
Capital "P"! Rhymes with "me"?(yelling now) About to have a 
stroke here 'cause you're killin' me! (calms down) Listen. I can 
see that you're in a—a state, a—a mood, a—a snit even, (stuffs a 
huge black silk flower into Angel's arm) so what say we talk about 
this once you've... calmed down a bit? 
ANGEL Yeah, sure. That's fine— 
LORNE (walks away) Great. Your office. 25 minutes. 

Cut to:
7 INT. SCIENCE LABORATORY - DAY Wesley sets the grenade on the lab 
desk in front of Fred.
FRED Was Angel mad? 
WESLEY Shouldn't he be? We sent him out there with a 
defective piece of weaponry. 
FRED (annoyed) Which "we" are we talking about? 
WESLEY (softly) Fred, these techno-mystical hybrids 
are a complicated affair. 
KNOX (bounds up to them, joins the conversation) Oh, I 
don't know. It seemed kind of simple to me. It's just a little 
hand-held, spell-casting robot, right? So it's either the robot or the 
spell that we have a problem with. 
WESLEY Well, the grenade's core enchantment looks 
operational, so I think we're talking about a faulty trigger 
mechanism. 
FRED No, wait a minute. I designed that mechanism myself. 

KNOX Yeah, that's right, and I machined it. It was 
beautiful work, on both counts, if I may say.(smiles proudly, 
looks at Fred)
FRED (grins at Knox) You may.(Both chuckle) 
WESLEY (irritated) I agree, as a sculptural piece, but 
the device's trigger may not have been fine enough to actually trigger 
the effect. 
LORNE (walks up, cheery) Happy Halloween, kids! 
KNOX And how do you know your spell-casters didn't screw 
up the payload? 
WESLEY Because I went over the work and I got that 
knowing feeling you get when you know something. 
LORNE (claps) Trick or treat? 
FRED (unenthusiastically) Hi, Lorne. 
LORNE Hi. What do you say we put away your little sci-fi 
toys for a little bit, huh? And maybe we could talk about something a 
little more important, like my monster mash?(rubs his hands 
together)
FRED Oh, yeah, your party. 
LORNE Our party, tweety bird. Which, by the way, is dying 
on the vine. I could really, really, really use some help from you 
guys— some backup? 
FRED I wasn't really planning on going. 
LORNE Wes. Do you hear this crazy talk? 
WESLEY Uh, well, I really hadn't given much thought to 
going myself. 
LORNE Et tu, Brutuses? Why is it so hard to get anyone to 
have any fun around here? 
KNOX (to Fred) You should go. It's the Halloween blowout 
to end all blowouts. Last year, uh—(Laughs) They took a bunch 
of cows and put them in a giant wicker effigy of Krishna, uh, doused 
it with sambuca, and it—(Lorne shakes him off) Uh, well... 
anyway, it—it's a hell of a good time. 
FRED I really wanna get this operational before Angel 
goes out again. 
WESLEY Yes. I'll stay, too. I'm sure we can work it out 
together. 
LORNE No. No-no-no, no, no, no, no! Wes, Fred, you're 
coming. Look at yourselves. You're wound tighter than Martha Stewart's 
swatch. Isn't there anyone else who'd, uh, fix the little boo-boos on 
this thing? 
KNOX I can do that. It's probably the trigger mechanism 
anyway. 
LORNE Great. Problem solved. I'll see you two in Angel's 
office, 15 minutes.(walks 
out)
Cut to:
8 INT. GUNN'S OFFICE - DAY There's a knock on the door. Lorne walks 
into Gunn's office where Gunn is sitting at his desk reading papers.
GUNN Hey, Lorne. 
LORNE Hey, hey. Uh... sorry to interrupt. Not to be a 
pest, but I just wanted to go over a little stratego, amigo. 
GUNN Uh, sorry? 
LORNE Um, you're my big gun, Gunn. Ace-in-hole, 
ball-in-pocket. You're the key on my kite string. 
GUNN OK. 
LORNE We gotta turn Angel around on this whole party 
idea. 
GUNN We do? 
LORNE Look, I know he's the boss and everything, but 
you're up and coming here, and it's time for you to spread your wings, 
legal eagle. From now on, I want you to stake out your territory, and 
I want you to keep it staked. 
GUNN Stake, territory. Sure. Look, um, Lorne, I'm a 
little busy right now. I have a deposition to get ready for, but I 
will definitely get to that. 
LORNE Great. Just what I wanted to hear. Angel's office, 
10 minutes.(walks out) 
Cut to:
9 INT. ANGEL'S OFFICE - DAY The whole gang has gathered at Angel's 
office, except Lorne. Angel is sitting at his desk, frowning. Gunn is 
sitting on Angel's desk. Eve is sitting in the chair across from it. Fred is 

standing near the windows, as is Spike. Wesley is sitting in a chair in the 
corner.
SPIKE (looking out the window at people in costume) In 
my day, no self-respecting creature of the night went out on All 
Hallow's Eve. We left that to the posers, the blighters who had to 
dress up and try to be scary.(Angel presses a button that causes 
the windows to fog) Magic windows. Will the perks never end? 
LORNE (walks into the office talking on his cell 
phone) Ah, perfetto, Benigni! Perfetto— (goes back and forth not 
wanting to walk through Spike) Ah, si, si, si. Grande. Ciao. 
 (hangs up) What did I miss?
ANGEL Us. Waiting. 
LORNE Oh, right. Sorry. So, uh, Angel, we just wanted to 
take a moment and emphasize how important this party really is to us. 

GUNN I gotta say Lorne is right. We gotta show all the 
big bads that the new regime is here to stay, which, for the most 
part, boils down to image. And image-wise, if this party doesn't kick 
ass, we lose face. 
LORNE And believe me, milk dud, speaking as the head of 
your P.R. Department, we need all the face we can get. 
ANGEL Milk dud? 
LORNE Said with affection. 
ANGEL OK, listen, I understand the whole "keeping up 
appearances" concept, but everyone coming to this thing is 
unrepentant, dyed-in-the-wool evil. 
LORNE Angel, a good host just doesn't make these sort of 
judgments. 
ANGEL We don't know how many of them are holding grudges 
against us or against each other. It's a perfect recipe for an 
out-of-control bloodbath. 
LORNE That's describing every good party I've ever been 
to. Listen, Angel, don't worry about a thing. This is my forte. And I 
ran Caritas for years, a nightclub with an open-door policy. The good, 
the bad, the hideously ugly, they all bellied up to my demon bar, but 
they all played nicely together while they were there. 
EVE And this is exactly the kind of ethical tightrope 
you've gotta walk now, Angel. Which brings up another point— your 
employees. 
ANGEL Also evil. 
HARMONY (walks in with a mug, sets it on Angel's 
desk) Here's your blood, bossy.(Angel glares at her) Ahem. 
Boss. 
EVE Some of them, yes, but all of them work hard for this 
firm, and Halloween, well, around here it's like Christmas. Simply 
put, this is a morale thing. 
HARMONY (scoffs) Good luck. The morale around here 
stinks. 
ANGEL What? 
HARMONY Uh-huh. Everybody thinks you suck. Well, come on, 
boss. They're all out there, sweating through their matsudas, worried 
if you're gonna axe them or, you know, axe them. 
ANGEL OK, look, hey, I haven't— OK, look, I may 
have...killed a couple of them. 
LORNE And several clients...and maybe some potential 
clients? Why do you think my R.S.V.P. list is only a fifth of the size 
of last year's? 
EVE It's you, babe. 
ANGEL Come on, what, do they think I'm throwing this 
thing so I can slaughter them?(everyone in the room looks 
straight at Angel) Fine. I surrender. Go ahead, Lorne. Put on your 
best dog and pony. I won't get in the way. 
LORNE I don't want you to sit back and just let it 
happen, Angel. I need you to get out there and make it happen. 
ANGEL What does that mean? 

Cut to:
10 INT. LIMOUSINE - NIGHT Angel and Lorne are riding in a limo at 
night. Lorne fixes himself a drink.
LORNE Archduke Sebassis. Bona fide nobility from the 
fiery down under. Commands over 40 legions. He's the living end of a 
pure bloodline of demonic royalty. 
ANGEL Great. Just great. 
LORNE Well, also, the very peak of the A-list mountain. 
He's the crown jewel of the underworld jet set. If we convince him to 
come, all the other glitterati will just domino in right behind him, 
and then—then we'll be in business. 
ANGEL This really matters to you, doesn't it? 
LORNE Well, of course. The new Wolfram & Hart— I 
mean, we have to— 
ANGEL No. I mean, this really matters to you. Personally. 

LORNE Yeah. You know, Angel, I— I don't have superhuman 
strength, and I'm not a fighter. Quantum physics makes me nauseous, 
and I barely made a passing grade at mystical studies, but I'm on your 
team. This is something I can do. I believe it has a purpose that can 
help you, even if you don't. 
ANGEL Well, I'm here, aren't I? I agreed to this. 
LORNE No, you—you did. You did. And I promise you won't 
regret it. But, hey, let's leave it that you let me do most of the 
talking, huh? You just kind of smile and try not to rip anybody apart. 
OK?(takes a drink)
Cut to:
11 INT. SEBASSIS'S THRONE ROOM - NIGHT Angel and Lorne are seated 
in chairs facing a pale demon with horns seated on a high throne. Another 
similar demon stands at his side.
SEBASSIS So... this is the mighty Angel. I've been told 
many things about you. Bit of a restless frog, hmm? Making lots of 
waves in your little swamp. 
ANGEL Yeah, well, I'm just trying to keep the fly 
population down. 
Lorne laughs.

SEBASSIS Yes. Though I do prefer the tales of your 
counterpart Angelus. Ah, you had flair back then, child. 
ANGEL Well, I guess we all mellow in our old age. 
SEBASSIS Your contempt is fragrant. 

Sebassis sips blue liquid from a wine glass and finishes the drink. 
He puts his glass down and a smaller, thinner, paler demon walks out to 
him. The smaller slave-like demon pulls a cork out of his arm and holds 
his arm out over Sebassis's glass. The blue liquid Sebassis was drinking 
flows from the slave's uncorked vein into the glass. Lorne witnesses this 
with great discomfort, although he tries to hide it.


LORNE Uh—uh, so, your lordship, we were deeply grieved 
when you declined our invitation. I mean, we'd love for you to 
reconsider.(slaps Angel's arm)
ANGEL Yeah—ha. Yeah. I mean, a party just isn't a party 
without the archduke. 
SEBASSIS You're sure you wouldn't like some—(taps 
the slave, who re-corks his vein)
ANGEL I'm fine.(Lorne glares at Angel) But 
thanks. 
SEBASSIS Oh, come, come. We're all blood-drinkers here. 
Ah, but that's right. You choose to drink the blood of swine. Filthy 
beasts. 
ANGEL Actually, that's a misconception. 
LORNE Filthy! Yes! Honestly, I don't know how he does it. 
 (Chuckles, sips from a glass filled with the blue liquid)Mmm. 
Wow, this is—(to the slave) You, uh—you really— you taste great. 

SEBASSIS Well... in light of this amusing chat, and of my 
longstanding acquaintance with you, Lorne, I will come to the gala. 

LORNE Oh, that's wonderful news, your lordship! Well, we 
don't wanna waste any more of your valuable time.(stands, sets 
down the glass) We'll—we'll show ourselves out.(Angel and 
Lorne exit the room)
ARTODE I still think it's a trap, my lordship. 
SEBASSIS Maybe, Artode, but I am in the mood for 
intrigue. So we'll go to their celebration. We'll just make sure we're 
properly dressed. 
Gestures toward a hidden panel in his wall, magically opening it to 
reveal swords, axes, and other weapons inside.
Fade to black.

ACT II:
12 INT. LOBBY - NIGHT The party has started, and there's disco 
music playing. A glittery disco ball shimmers in the lights (strangely 
almost making a smiley face). Pan out to show that Harmony is the only 
person dancing on the dance floor. Two lawyers are talking, standing on the 
sidelines drinking.
LAWYER #1 Man, this is lame. I mean, where's the ritual 
sacrifice? How do you get the ball rolling without a ritual sacrifice? 

LORNE (walks up to the guys) Hey, guys, come on. 
You're representing our glorious firm here. 
LAWYER #1 Dude, it's our night off. 
LORNE (Chuckles)Dude, this is your night on! Now 
mingle. Mingle, mingle, mingle, mingle, 
mingle!
The two lawyers walk away. A voice calls to Lorne from across the 
room.

DEMON Lorne!(Chuckling)
LORNE Hey there, Devlin. So, uh, what are you supposed to 
be? 
The demon is wearing a light, smooth mask that appears to have been 
someone's face at one time. He's dressed in an argyle 
sweater-vest.

DEMON You no get? I human bean.(Laughs)Look. I 
do human bean. Ahem. I proud my honor roll student.(Laughing) 

Fred and Wesley are standing together, talking, and notice Lorne 
across the room.

FRED Look at Lorne. I mean, God, he's just so good at 
this. He fits in with everybody.
LORNE (faking a smile) Oh, right, that's, uh—ah. So, 
tell me, that mask, uh, it is rubber, right? 
DEMON My other car a Lamborghini.(Laughing) 
LORNE (still faking a smile, Lorne's voice 
cracks) 'Kay, so, uh— then, uh— well, you be good and everything. 
 (walks away)
FRED (to Wes) I guess I've always hated parties. I never 
know what to do with myself. I just end up at the hors d'oeuvres 
table, trying to look occupied. 
LORNE Hey there, wallflowers! 
FRED Wallflowers? 
LORNE I need you to give me a hand, help light the fuse 
on this powder keg? Look at the dance floor. The only thing on it is 
Harmony. Hey, you keep pushing that envelope, baby! 
WESLEY I'm afraid this really isn't our element, Lorne. 

FRED Yeah. We're wallflowers. 
LORNE Oh, no, no, no, sweetie. You're the young, the 
beautiful, the ready-to— oh. Well, here's one problem. You're totally 
sober! It's Halloween. You should be 3 sheets to the wind already. 
Now, try and get into the spirit of things, OK?(walks 
off)
Cut to:
13 INT. ANGEL'S OFFICE - NIGHT Lorne walks into Angel's office, 
where Angel is sitting at his desk frowning.
LORNE Angel. It's a graveyard out there, and all the 
guests wanna meet the new guy in charge. 
ANGEL Look, Lorne, I—I— I have things. I'm busy. I'm 
brooding. 
LORNE (turns behind him to see the television is 
on) Oh, you're watching hockey! 
ANGEL Yeah, but my team is losing. 
LORNE Get up off your keister and get out there! I can't 
steer this ship of fools by my lonesome! I just can't do it! 
I— (Lorne groans and rubs his temples in pain as his frustration 
escalates)
ANGEL Lorne? 
LORNE (looks up, all smiles again) Let's boogie, sweet 
tart.(Claps hands) 
Cut to:
14 INT. LOBBY - NIGHT Angel and Lorne walk out to join the party. 
Lorne points out guests of note to Angel.
LORNE Well, so over there we have the Britzai 
representatives. We can get to them later. Oh, and there's the elder 
of the Fell Brotherhood. Come on, let's go say hi! 

Angel rolls his eyes as he goes with Lorne. Harmony is still on the 
dance floor, although others are dancing now too. She notices Spike 
standing around nearby. 

HARMONY Come on, Spikey. Come dance with me. 
SPIKE You have got to be kidding. 
HARMONY Oh, come on! 
SPIKE Listen, chippie, you can gyrate all you like. I'll 
go to hell before these ghost shoes touch that dance floor. 
HARMONY Ohh, blondie bear, where is your Halloween 
spirit? 
SPIKE Dearly departed. All this claptrap for a bit of 
dusty old Druid nonsense. The whole silly lot of you can get hung if 
you ask me. 
HARMONY What are you even doing here, then?(goes 
back to the dance floor)
SPIKE What am I doing here?(starts to walk off, but 
runs into Angel and Lorne)
ANGEL Yeah, Spike. I thought you hated these kind of 
things. 
SPIKE I would've thought the same of you. 
LORNE Oh, no, he's doing great. He's already not killed, 
like, 100 guests. 
SPIKE He doesn't have to. Party's already dead. 
LORNE Oh, really, Spike, would it kill you to be a little 
more positive? Hmm? 
MALE VOICE (announcing his arrival) The Archduke 
Sebassis! 
Sebassis walks in, and people gather around him, kneeling and 
kissing his hands and feet.

LORNE (to Angel) Mmm. OK, sport. You're on, and please, 
for me, can you try to be nice to him? Just this one time, huh? 
SEBASSIS Yes. Fine. Sycophants, worms. Don't writhe all 
at once. It's sickening. 
ANGEL Archduke Sebassis!(Sebassis holds out his hand 
to be kissed, and Angel shakes it instead) Thanks so much for 
coming. Yes, well— 
ANGEL Really, really thrilled that you're here. 
LORNE Artode, welcome. Welcome. Love the jacket, by the 
way. 
ARTODE It's Pylean. 
LORNE Oh, made in Pylea. Ha. My home dimension. 
ARTDOTE Not made in, made from. I skinned it myself. 
Anybody you know? 
LORNE (Laughs nervously)Well, great. Thanks for 
dropping by. Ha ha.(walks away)
ANGEL And you look just— well, I don't have to tell you 
how awesome you look. You know how awesome you look. He knows how 
awesome he looks, right? 
LORNE Angel, hey. We don't wanna be greedy with his 
eminence. Thank you, your lordship.
SEBASSIS Thank you. 
ANGEL Absolutely. Really. Thrilled to have you here. 
LORNE (pulls Angel away from Sebassis) Okey-dokey! OK, 
that'll do it. Thank you. Come on. 
FRED (Slurring)Yeah, for 8 years straight, I went 
out dressed as Raggedy Ann.(Chuckles drunkenly) 
WESLEY (stumbles into someone)Ooh, sorry.(to 
Fred) Sounds like fun, I suppose. We never really celebrated Halloween 
in England.
FRED Oh. That's so sad.(sees the buffet)Look, 
potstickers! 
HARMONY Watch your step, guys. Somebody peed all over 
there. 
FRED Well, that's just— huh. Just wrong. 
WESLEY Revolting. 
LORNE Castiglio! Hey, how's the family? There you are, 
Umbrigon. How are ya? Nice to see ya. Nice to see ya.(Wearily, to 
the bartender)Sea breeze, Tony. 
GUNN (talking to another man) So, really, look, come 
on in next week, 'cause I'm sure we can untangle that for you, OK? 
 (notices Lorne)Lorne! Looks like this thing's gonna work out. 

LORNE Yeah. Fingers crossed. 
GUNN Man, I wish I had a tenth of your energy. How do you 
do it? 
LORNE I'll let you in on a little secret. I had my sleep 
removed. Little procedure they have here at the company. Yeah, well, 
you know, I haven't slept a wink in, oh, about a month. 
GUNN You had Wolfram & Hart remove your sleep? 
 (Lorne nods) Lorne... that's great! 
LORNE Yeah.(Chuckles)In and out. 20 minutes, no 
scarring. I'll tell ya, you ought to think about it. It would go 
nicely with that legal upgrade of yours.(takes his drink from the 
bartender)
GUNN Yeah. Yeah, I'll definitely look into that. 
LORNE All right. See ya later. 
SEBASSIS (to his guard, Artode) The vampire is setting 
his trap. Our anti-detection spells worked nicely, Artode. They won't 
expect us to be armed. 
ARTODE And if he tries something? 
SEBASSIS Kill them all. 
ARTODE Will you excuse me, lordship?(walks away)
SLAVE (on a leash, touches the decorative plants, then 
smells his hands, breathing quickly) Pee-pee! 
EVE (to Angel) I have to say, I'm impressed. I saw you 
with Sebassis. I honestly didn't know you had it in you. 
ANGEL Yeah, well, it was an act. I think. 
EVE I picked up on that from 100 yards away. Yep. You 
were bangin' it out to the cheap seats. 
ANGEL Funny. I was gonna say the same thing about that 
dress. 
LORNE (walks up to Angel and Eve) Oh, you two. Really. 
The sexual tension? Oh, with a knife you could cut it, huh? Get a 
room.(walks away)
Cut to:
15 INT. ANGEL'S OFFICE - NIGHT Angel and Eve are making out inside 
Angel's office, kissing passionately.
ANGEL This seems a little sudden. 
EVE Uh-huh. 
ANGEL Mmm. (Muffled) I mean, do you even have a last 
name? 
EVE Do you? 
Cut to:
16 INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT Artode is in a bathroom stall when the 
door rattles.
ARTODE Excuse me.(the door shakes 
again) Occupado.(the door is ripped off, and Artode is pulled 
forward as his blood splatters the wall) Gaack! 

Fade to black.

ACT III:
17 INT. LOBBY - NIGHT Back at the party, things have livened up 
significantly. Everyone's dancing and having a good time, including Lorne. 
Wesley and Fred are even dancing together.
LAWYER #1 (starting a dance line) Congo! Whoo! 
SEBASSIS (to another demon) Find Artode. 

The demon walks away briskly to find Artode, and bumps into Fred 
along the way.

FRED Hey, you want a piece of me, buddy? That's right. 
Keep walking. You walk alone! You walk alone! 
WESLEY (puts his arms around Fred's waist and pulls her 
away)Careful. That thing's loaded. 
FRED So am I. I mean, wow. Wes. Wesley,(puts her 
arms around Wesley's neck) I am totally drunk-faced. 
WESLEY Because you can't hold your— what are you 
drinking? 
FRED Nothing. 
WESLEY You can't hold that. 
FRED Oh, yeah? Lightweight? How much have you had? 
WESLEY (holds up a beer bottle) Including this, I've 
had... about 1/3 of a half of this beer. 
FRED That's weird, right? 
WESLEY Yes, I think so. I think that's weird. 
FRED There's Gunn. Let's go ask him if that's weird. 

Fred and Wesley walk up to Gunn, who's facing away from 
them.

WESLEY Hey. Hey, Gunn. Is something weird going on? 
 (Gunn turns toward Wesley without moving his hands, which are 
together just below his waist) Charles, you just peed on my shoes. 

GUNN (looks down, confused) I'll be damned.(zips 
his zipper) That's weird. 
SPIKE Hey, is this a great party or what? 
FRED OK, something is definitely wrong with this picture. 

SPIKE This might be the greatest song ever written. 
 (dances, moving his head, singing along)
WESLEY Yes. We appear to be under the effect of 
something, a spell. 
GUNN Spike, how long have you been, you know... this? 

SPIKE It's great, isn't it? I don't know. Happened a bit 
after I talked with Angel and Lorne. Yeah. Lorne told me to think 
positively. 
WESLEY (snaps and points) Lorne. 
LORNE Whoo! Whoo-hoo-hoo! Hey, kittens. Oh, that dance 
floor is smoking!(everyone stares at him) What? 

Cut to:
18 INT. ANGEL'S OFFICE - NIGHT Wesley, Fred, Gunn and Spike take 
Lorne into Angel's office.
LORNE Come on, guys. I'm telling you I did not do 
anything. 
FRED Angel? You in here? Ang— 
ANGEL (pops his head up from the floor behind the couch 
where he's naked with Eve) Ohh! What? 
SPIKE Hey! Angel's getting some! Good on you, mate. 
ANGEL What's wrong with you? 
GUNN What's wrong with— What are you doing with that— 

EVE Hey. Watch it, pal. 
WESLEY He must be under the effect of Lorne— and Eve, 
too, presum— presumally. 
FRED (Snorts, points) Prezoomally. 
WESLEY Lorne's doing it—something to all of us. 
LORNE I am not. 
WESLEY Everything he's told us to do, we're doing. 
Spike's thinking positive, Gunn is peeing all over the office. 
FRED And we're a little bit drunk. 
WESLEY Yes. But not because we drank, because Lorne told 
us to be drunk. 
ANGEL Lorne told you to pee all over the office? 
GUNN Lord, I hope so. 
LORNE This is crazy. I am not doing this. I would know if 
I was doing this. I don't even know what this is. 
SPIKE You know, I really love your desk. 
EVE I don't get it. I thought Lorne was just an empath 
demon. 
GUNN Territory! Wait. This morning, Lorne told me to 
stake out my territory. 
WESLEY Right. Territorial marking, taken a little too 
literally. 
FRED (to Angel and Eve who are making out naked in full 
view of the gang) Hey, guys, keep it in your pants. 
LORNE Ohh. Hey, I did not tell Gunn to go water the 
ferns. I did not do anything. 
GUNN You had your sleep removed. 
WESLEY What? 
GUNN Yeah. He hasn't slept in a month. 
WESLEY Oh, dear. An empath demon deprived of sleep for 
that long— 
LORNE What does that have to do with it? 
FRED Something, apparently. 
ANGEL Lorne, why would you let them do that to you? 
 (Eve pulls him back to her)
LORNE I had to do something, didn't I? I mean, you don't 
know what I've had to deal with. I'm the center of gravity in a town 
that's full of borderline disorder celebrities and powerbrokers. All 
the hand-holding and the ego-stroking and the 4 A.M. Jacuzzi strategy 
sessions—(Wesley catches Gunn peeing in the corner) I just 
couldn't keep up with it, even without sleeping. 
ANGEL Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you tell us? I 
would have— 
LORNE What? Fired me? 
ANGEL I would've helped you, which is what I'm gonna do 
now, OK?(stands) Ahh. (realizes he's naked, uses a couch 
cushion to cover his privates)
LORNE Well, I—OK. 
ANGEL Wes, Fred, go find Lorne's sleep and figure out a 
way to put it back in his head.
WESLEY Yes, sir. 
FRED (salutes) Done and doner. 

Wesley picks Fred up by the waist as he walks out the door with 
her.

ANGEL Lorne, you just stay tight and try not to, you 
know, talk. 
LORNE Angel, we still got a party going on. Someone has 
to make sure there's ice in the drinks. 
ANGEL Oh, right. 
SPIKE Ooh, ooh! Me! Me! I'm your people person. 
ANGEL Gunn, go on the floor, see if anyone else is under 
the Lorne effect. 
GUNN Check. 
ANGEL And stop with the— 
GUNN (holding his head down) Do my best.(walks 
out)
ANGEL And, Eve, you stay here with me, and we'll have 
more sex. 
EVE I'm on it. 
SPIKE Brilliant plan. Excellent. 

Cut to:
19 INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT The bathroom stall where the demon was 
killed is covered in blue slime. Sebassis and his entourage are staring at 
the remains of their companion.
SLAVE Icky.
Cut to:
20 INT. PSYCHE COMPONENT STORAGE FACILITY - NIGHT Fred and Wesley 
walk in the room labeled "Psyche Component Storage Facility—Restricted 
Area".
WESLEY Lorne's sleep should be in here... somewhere. 
 (walks toward the opposite wall)
FRED (looks in refrigerator-like cabinets along the 
walls) Lorne's sleep. Looking for Lorne's sleep.(Wes starts 
looking in the cabinets as well) You know, I think we have pretty 
interesting lives. 
WESLEY I'd say that's true, given the average— 
FRED And I'm having such a good time right now. We should 
do stuff like this more often. (walks up to Wesley, puts her hands 
on his shoulder, leans in, smiling) You know, just hang out like we 
used to. Friend stuff. 
WESLEY Absolutely. Frankly, I always— I always thought 
we'd be better friends than we are. 
FRED Oh, we should be. Let's be better friends than we 
are right now.(hugs Wes with enthusiasm, smiling and 
giggling)
WESLEY Great. 
FRED You know, share stuff, talk to each other, tell each 
other what we're thinking. 
WESLEY Yes, that would be—I would— 
FRED It would be nice. We could be confidantes. Confiding 
confidentially. 
WESLEY (Whispers in Fred's ear)I've been wanting to 
do that for some time now. 
FRED (Giggling, whispers in Wesley's ear)What do you 
think of Knox?(Wes pulls back to look at 
her)
Cut to:
21 INT. ANGEL'S OFFICE - NIGHT Sebassis and gang burst through 
Angel's office door carring their weapons which resemble crossbows. Angel's 
still on the floor behind the couch with Eve. Spike and Lorne are still 
hanging out at Angel's desk.
SPIKE What a fantastic entrance! 
ANGEL Sebassis? 
SEBASSIS The nerve, the raw nerve to lay a hand on one of 
mine! 
ANGEL What is this? Lower your weapons. 
SEBASSIS These darts are poisoned, vampire. Powerful 
enough to put you in a coma for a week. Enough to kill any one of them 
before their next heartbeat. You murdered Artode. I imagine we were to 
be next. 
ANGEL I didn't murder anyone. 
SEBASSIS Dress yourself, Angel. You have a public 
execution to attend. 
ANGEL (putting on his clothes) Big mistake. 

A woman screams from the lobby. 

SEBASSIS Move! 
Cut to:
22 INT. LOBBY - NIGHT The crowd clears from the dance floor as the 
woman's screams turn into horrified moans. Sebassis and gang lead Angel, 
Lorne, and Spike out into the lobby to investigate, where they find Devlin 
the "Human Bean" demon lying on the buffet table, either unconscious or 
dead.
LORNE Oh, boy. 
HARMONY Yeah. Somebody really dipped his chip. 

Sebassis points his poisoned arrow at Lorne, then Angel

ANGEL OK, Sebassis, I don't know what's going on here, 
but we are not behind it. 
SEBASSIS Enough lies, vampire. 
LORNE OK, everybody, OK. Yes, the party's taking an 
unfortunate turn momentarily. So let's not...(Sebassis cocks the 
weapon) fight. 
Cut to:
23 INT. PSYCHE COMPONENT STORAGE FACILITY - NIGHT Wesley is 
researching through a book in the center of the room while Fred searches 
through the cabinets.
WESLEY Sleep disorders, Edelmyer complex, Eldritch 
causes, Empaths. 
FRED Hey, they don't just do sleep here. Madeline Chu in 
accounting, she had her ennui removed. Hey, here it is. Lorne's sleep. 
Now I just have to find the delivery device. 
WESLEY This isn't good. "The effects of long-term 
sleeplessness on the subconscious mind of an empath can be 
catastrophic." 
FRED Catastrophic sounds not good. 
WESLEY Under normal conditions, Lorne has the ability to 
read people's destinies. But now I think he's writing them. 
FRED So, what, instead of receiving, he's transmitting? 

WESLEY And that's just phase one. "If you sever the 
empath from his subconscious for too long, that subconscious can"— it 
can manifest. 
FRED What do you mean, manifest? 

Cut to:
24 INT. LOBBY - NIGHT Sebassis is pointing his weapons at 
Angel.
LORNE Wait! Please, wait. I'm doing this. It's me. I 
mean, it's not me. But I haven't been myself lately. Somehow, I'm 
making people do things and I'm controlling them. (Sebassis points 
the weapon at Lorne) Whoa. 
SEBASSIS Well, then, Pylean, you're making me kill you. 
Is that consistent with your theory?
Just then, a roar can be heard from the staircase that overlooks the 
lobby. A giant green creature dressed in a blue suit and purple shirt just 
like Lorne's jumps down from the balcony, landing right in front of 
Sebassis. The creature looks like a thick-necked, muscle-man version of 
Lorne. It growls menacingly at them.

HARMONY Oh, my God! 
LORNE It's me. 
Fade to black.

ACT IV:
25 INT. LOBBY - NIGHT Resume. The hulking version of Lorne has 
presented itself threateningly to Sebassis in the middle of the 
party.
SPIKE (smiling in admiration) That's one bitchin' big 
suit. 
Hulking Lorne smacks one of Sebassis's demons, knocking him down. 
Sebassis fires a poisoned dart into the massive creature, but to no 
effect. Sebassis's slave unhooks his leash from Sebassis's belt and sneaks 
away while the fight goes on.

ANGEL Lorne, what the hell is this? 
LORNE Stop it! Stop killing! Listen to me. Me! 
 (hulking Lorne smacks Lorne, knocking him down) Wow, I must 
really hate myself. 
Cut to:
26 INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT Fred and Wesley are standing in front of 
the elevator.
WESLEY Come on, come on, come on. 
FRED Did you press— 
WESLEY Oh. (presses the call button) Yeah. Come on, 
come on, come on. 
Cut to:
27 INT. LOBBY - NIGHT Hulking Lorne walks toward Sebassis, growling 
and glaring. Angel backs up, protecting Sebassis.
ANGEL Sebassis, run. 
Sebassis scurries off behind a pole so he can watch the goings on. 
Hulking Lorne smacks Angel, sending him across the room. Gunn tries to hit 
hulking Lorne over the head with a statue, but to no avail—hulking Lorne 
shoves Gunn across the room, where he lands next to Lorne.

LORNE Ohh! Oh, sorry about that. 

Sebassis tries to crawl away up the stairs, but hulking Lorne goes 
after him. Angel picks himself up and attacks hulking Lorne, punching him 
repeatedly, but not really hurting him. The lobby elevator doors open, and 
Wesley and Fred are inside but facing the wrong way. They turn around and 
walk into the lobby. Fred is carrying a gun-shaped device.

WESLEY (pointing to hulking Lorne) It's here! It's 
manifested! 
FRED Angel. 
Hulking Lorne is beating Angel. Fred and Wesley walk up behind Lorne 
who's watching the fight with horror. Fred points the gun up in front of 
her.

GUNN Shoot it, Fred. Now! 
Fred turns and points the gun at Lorne's head as he watches the 
fight. 

LORNE Oh. (Fred pulls the trigger and he collapses to 
the ground) Oh. Ohh! Ohh. 
HARMONY Oh, my God! They shot Lorney-tunes. 
LORNE No. I'm OK. Just gonna rest my eyes a little bit. 

Hulking Lorne stands over Angel, rears back, ready to pummel him, 
when he disappears in a puff of blue smoke. Lorne is 
snoring.
Cut to:
28 INT. LOBBY - DAY Van, Lorne's assistant, is sleeping in the 
middle of the dance floor while someone sweeps around him.
LAWYER #1 Got to hand it to them. I think this is better 
than last year. 
KNOX (steps off the elevator, sees Fred collecting 
glasses) Uh... We have people who do that. 
FRED Oh. 
KNOX I fixed our baby. 
FRED What? 
KNOX The stun grenade. I figured it out. What I can't 
figure out is why I said I'd do it tonight. 
FRED Yeah. A lot of us are having that kind of problem. I 
kind of wished you were here.
KNOX Well, the night is still young. Well—I mean, no. 
It's over, actually. But... did you want to get a cup of coffee? 
FRED Actually, I could use a drink. 

Cut to:
29 INT. ANGEL'S OFFICE - DAY Wesley and Angel tuck Lorne in under a 
blanket on Angel's couch. Spike is sitting on Angel's desk next to Eve, 
who's talking on the cell phone.
WESLEY That thing—I think it was a manifestation of 
Lorne's subconscious. It peeled away from his mind, using Lorne's 
supernatural powers to punch its way into our world.
ANGEL "Punch" is the right word. Why was it trying to 
kill everyone? 
WESLEY I don't think it was. It may have just been 
processing the conflicts that Lorne normally deals with in his sleep, 
acting out on the emotional responses he has to the people around him. 

ANGEL (notices Eve hang up the phone and head to the 
door, he stands) I guess Lorne makes some judgments after all. 
 (calls after Eve) Eve. So I guess we should, I don't know, 
talk? 
EVE About what? 
ANGEL About what happened back there with us. 
EVE Angel, it's not like this is the first time I've had 
sex under a mystical influence. I went to U.C. Santa Cruz.(walks 
out)
WESLEY How you doing? 
ANGEL I don't know. 
Wesley looks out into the lobby and sees Fred having a drink with 
Knox. He walks out past them, toward his office.

GUNN (walks in) Hey, I spoke with Sebassis' people. 
Explained what I could. 
ANGEL So what do we got? Lawsuit? Demon war? 
GUNN No. It seems like they enjoy a little blood sport at 
their social functions. Looks like we're OK. 
ANGEL We're not OK. We've been so focused on the dangers 
outside that we didn't see the ones within. This place is trying to 
change us, Gunn. We can't ever forget that. 
GUNN Pretty damn good party, though. I'll see you 
tomorrow— well, today, but later. Oh, and your chair. 
ANGEL What? 
GUNN Don't sit in it. I already called janitorial. 
ANGEL Why can't I— 
SPIKE You pissed in the big man's chair? That's 
fantastic! 
GUNN Spike, can you please turn off that warm fuzzy? 
SPIKE What, the Lorne thing? Wore off. I just think 
that's bloody fabulous. 
ANGEL All right, guys, good night. Let Lorne get some 
sleep, all right?(to Spike) Out. 
SPIKE All right. Just this once. 
LORNE Mmm. I'm sorry. 
ANGEL Hey, it's OK, Lorne. Just try and get some rest. 
Get some sleep. 
LORNE It's—it's hard. It's hard being the host of the 
party. Yeah.
ANGEL Stop trying to be. 

Fade to black.
End