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Wes: "The host reads their souls, senses their futures."
Cordy: "Yes, but he can only do it when they sing Karaoke."
Cordy: "Imagine what could have happened if you'd gone nuts and slept with Darla!" Angel throws Darla through the glass doors. Angel and Darla on the bed kissing and ripping each others clothes off
Angel: "You know I would never do that." Angel wakes beside Darla and jerks upright in bed.
Angel: "Get dressed and get out, because the next time I see you I will have to kill you."
Shaman: "I can not help you. No one can. This is not meant to be known."
Darla rubbing her pregnant belly: "Well, I guess there's only one thing left to do. Time to go visit daddy." Rome 1771 Some rats scurry along an underground sewer tunnel. Angelus runs by. He looks behind him and sees a group of monks carrying torches coming his way. Turns a corner, only to see other torch carrying groups of monks down a couple other branches. Angelus comes up on a sewer grate. He pulls the center grating loose, steps through, then wedges it back in place behind him. As he turns, he stumbles, tumbles down the slanting tunnel, crashes through another grate and lands on the floor of some underground chamber lit by torches. He is surrounded by monks with crossbows aimed at him. A pair of double doors swing open behind him, letting in bright sunlight. Angelus throws himself to the ground out of the direct light surrounded by a thin cloud of smoke. A rider brings his horse to a stop just inside the doors and dismounts. One of the monks leads the horse away as the rider makes his way over to a red robbed priest, while Angelus is picks himself up from the floor.
Holtz: "Mille grazie, Monsignore. Sono nel vostro debito."
Subtitles: "Thank you, Monsignor. I am in your debt."
Monsignor (st): "No, this animal murdered your family. (Points at Angelus) Hold the beast!" Chains wrap around Angelus upper arms and chest.
Holtz steps closer to Angelus: "Monsignor Rivalli, performed the ceremony when Caroline and I were wed. You remember Caroline?"
Angelus: "Pretty lass. Hearty screamer."
Holtz: "The good monsignor has since then been excommunicated. The order he founded, Inquisitore, adheres to the old beliefs. They're traditionalists and quite good at their work. Let's get started, shall we?" Holtz takes a sharp hook and some knives from one of the monks. We see the hook digging into the side of Angelus' neck, hear some cloth ripping.
Angelus: "Ah. Aah!" We see the sun rise and set while hearing Angelus' screams in the background. The monsignor is walking cross the room, reading a book. Holtz is sitting on a bench, drinking from a cup. We hear some monks recite in the background and Angelus gasping in pain.
Holtz: "You lost me in North Africa. I knew you'd come back to Europe, but *Rome* Angelus? (Gets up and walks around Angelus, suspended from the ceiling by chains around his wrists) Why in Gods name would you come to the seat of all that's holy?"
Angelus: "Darla - she loves the Sistine chapel."
Holtz: "Michelangelo?"
Angelus: "Not him. She's mad about Botticelli's frescos. (Groans) The Temptation of Christ is her favorite - probably because of the leper. (Sighs) What do you want, Holtz?" Holtz picks up a three-pronged claw and looks at it.
Holtz: "I don't want anything. My family is gone. I don't trust you to give me Darla, although I *will* find her, you know that. My only desire here - is to discover if a thing such as yourself can be made to pay for its sins. (Holtz digs the claw-thingy in somewhere below Angelus waist (off screen) and Angelus groans in pain) You're a demon. It is your nature to maim and kill. But you were also once a man. If we beat and burn the demon out of your living flesh, will there be anything left? (Holtz digs the claw in again and Angelus groans in pain) Anything at all? I doubt it. But I'm willing to spend the next fortnight of my life finding out. - In either event - you have no soul, you can not be saved." A flaming arrow streaks across the room and buries itself in one of the monks.
Darla: "Sorry it took me so long darling." Darla is standing in a tunnel opening, holding a crossbow loaded with another flaming arrow. There are other vampires with her.
Darla: "Kill them." Darla fires her flaming bolt, hitting Holtz in the shoulder. The vampires streak past her and attack the monks. Several vampires get staked by the monks during the fight, but that doesn't slow the rest of them down. Monsignor confronts Darla with a cross held in front of him.
Monsignor: "Vai' all inferno, demonio lordo! (caption) Go to hell foul demon!" Darla pushes the cross aside, then sends the Monsignor flying into a wall.
Darla: "No, grazie, padre." The double doors that Holtz rode in through is pulled down and a horse and carriage driven by a blanket shrouded vampire trot in. Darla unclips Angelus chains. Two other vampires catch him under the arms and drop him onto the back of the cart. Holtz tries to get up. Darla knocks him across the chin, then joins a groaning Angelus on the cart.
Angelus: "Darlin'?"
Darla: "What?"
Angelus: "Shouldn't we be killing Holtz?"
Darla: "I know, but it's just so much fun ruining his life. He's like family now." Angelus pulls Darla into a kiss as a vampire covers them with a tarp. The wagon heads out into the sunlight, with the blanket shrouded vamp at the reins. A public bus (Downtown LA - Hollywood) pulls over to the side of a dark and deserted street in LA.
Darla: "Right here is fine. (To bus driver) Thanks for the lift. That didn't take long at all. (Gets off the bus) And they say there is no public transportation in LA." The bus driver turns slowly and looks towards the back of the bus. Three passengers are slumped in their seats with twin puncture wounds visible on their necks. Four other people are huddled down in the back of the bus. Bus driver fumbles out his radio: "Help! We got a code twelve on the 5-8 line! We need help here now, for god's sake. Now!" Darla walks away across the street. Intro Cordy is arranging some flowers in a vase down in the basement of the Hyperion. Angel walks into the training area and sees that there are several vases of them scattered around the room.
Angel: "What's this?"
Cordy: "Oh, it's just so dark and lifeless down here, I thought I'd brighten it up a little for you. (Angel picks up one of the vases) You can't exactly go out and enjoy the sunny fields of nature, but that doesn't mean we can't bring a little bloom into your darkness."
Angel: "They're fake."
Cordy: "Yeah. You put something real in this hellhole and it die (snaps her fingers) like that." Angel puts the flowers down, looking at Cordy.
Cordy: "Thank you, Cordelia?"
Angel: "You know, I've been around a long time..."
Cordy: "Which reminds me. Next birthday, you think we could skip the two-hundred and fifty odd candles on the cake and the inevitable fire marshal and just go and just go with a little song?"
Angel: "And I've never known anyone like you."
Cordy: "Well, duh! Times a wasting, big guy. Can we do it? (Takes on a stance) Hi-yeah!"
Angel chuckling: "Okay. Last time we were working on not pulling your punches and your kicks. Right? Don't worry about me. (Cordy hits him and he deflects the punch with his arm) That's good. (Cordy swipes at him again) Good! Where is your weight? (Angel looks down) Balls of your feet?" Cordy swings and hits him across the face full force.
Cordy: "Oops! Oh god, you said that... (Angel straightens back up, smiling) Are you okay?"
Angel: "I'm a vampire. You can't hurt me. Good." Angel turns away from her and makes a face, gingerly feeling his nose.
Cordy: "You're off your game. It's because of the prophecy Wes and Gunn are trying to get their hands on. You think the end is coming." Angel turns back to face her: "The end is not coming. Someone is always uncovering some ancient scroll, and they're always saying the same thing: that something terrible is coming. Do you know how many of these things I've seen in my very long life?"
Cordy: "Four?"
Angel: "Three. But there's nothing to worry about."
Cordy: "Then way are Gunn and Wesley breaking and entering right now?"
Angel: "Breaking and entering is such a negative term. They are simply retrieving some missing pieces from the Nyazian Scroll. Just to make sure..."
Cordy: "That the end is coming. - Well, all we can do is live each moment to the fullest and be grateful that we didn't throw too much money at the NASDAQ." Angel blinking his eyes and lifting a hand towards his face: "Am I swelling?" Camera sweeps over some big houses, surrounded by big gardens on a sunny plateau with some mountains in the background. Pans past some old oil paintings and statuary to show Wes, dressed in black, sneaking up on the window and look into the window from outside. Wes motions and Gunn walks up beside him.
Wes: "Step one: Dobermans are happily gnawing on the steak. Alarm and vid lines are disabled (pulls out a scanner and looks at its display) no infrared. Caught a break there. Step two: we cut a hole in the glass, snake in the mini-cam and scan the interior." Gunn walks over to look in the glass door while Wes pulls glasscutter with a suction cup out of his duffel bag and attaches it to the window.
Wes: "If it's all clear, we disable the locks and bolts on the side door thus completing... (Gunn tries the door and it swings open) ...step three." Wes closes up his duffel and moves over to follow Gunn inside, then hurries back to detach the suction cup from the window and stow it in his bag while Gunn waits for him inside. Wes hurries in and motions for Gunn to close the patio door. They open the doors into an adjacent room, in which all sorts of things are on display. Gunn looks around and whistles.
Wes: "Can you believe this?"
Gunn looking around: "Some guys collect old cars, some guys collect..." Gunn flinches back as he spots a misshapen, one-eyed demon head in a glass case. Then he and Wes lean in for a closer look.
Gunn: "It's like - the eye follows you wherever you go." Wes walks over to a bottle sitting on a pedestal, pulls out the stopper and takes a sniff before closing it again.
Wes: "Alright. If you were the priceless remnants of the lost Nyazian Scroll, where would you be?"
Gunn: "If I was priceless - I'd be in the vault."
Wes: "The vault? Your snitch never said anything about a vault!"
Gunn: "I got a bad feeling about this."
Wes: "We figure something out. It's just a - vault."
Gunn: "Actually my bad feeling is more about the man standing behind you with the large revolver." Wes turns to see a guy standing in the door aiming a gun at them.
Man: "Move and I'll kill you. The man edges into the room and reaches for the telephone with one hand while still aiming the gun at them with the other.
Wes: "I hope you're calling the police."
Man: "You bet I am."
Wes: "Good. You can explain to them why you keep so much GHB on hand. (Wes walks over to the bottle on the pedestal) You know, Rohypnol, the date rape drug."
Man: "What?"
Wes indicates the bottle: "Muslok Trancing Amalgam. Under the microscope it's virtually indistinguishable from GHB." The man slowly puts the receiver back down.
Man: "Alright. I won't call the police."
Wes: "I'm glad we understand each other."
Man: "Until after I kill you."
Wes: "Oh." Gunn picks up four red glass balls out of a bowl on another stand.
Gunn: "Hey, these worth a lot?"
Man: "Yes. They're Cyopian conjuring spheres."
Gunn: "How much? Four figures each? Five? (Starts to juggle two of the balls with one hand) More?"
Man: "Stop that!"
Gunn: "Put the weapon down." When the man hesitates, Gunn lets one of the balls drop and it shatters with a liquid splash as it hits the floor.
Gunn: "Kind of delicate. (Juggles the remaining three with both hands) Look, we're not thieves, we're investigators. Now, we need to look at your Nyazian Scrolls. Put the weapon down, because - I'm getting kind of tired here."
Man: "Alright!" Man puts the revolver down on a glass case and Wes retrieves it. Gunn drops another ball (the owner lets out a fearful gasp) only to bounce it off his foot and catch it again.
Gunn: "I always wanna give them a big finish. Fred comes down the basement stairs of the Hyperion.
Cordy: "Ow. That doesn't feel right."
Angel: "Just relax. You have to bend."
Cordy: "I don't bend there. - Okay. Now that's downright unnatural."
Angel: "I know it feels strange, but if an attacker comes at you from behind, you wanna be able to shift all your weight immediately to your other foot so you can spin and kick. Here, you try it." Cordy spins and kicks up against Angel's chest. Angel catches her, one arm around her leg another around her waist to keep her from falling.
Angel: "Whoa! Easy. Alright. That's alright. (Lowers her leg and lets go of her) That's better. We'll keep - working on it. Okay. That's probably enough for today."
Cordy: "Yeah, well, we could do more of it, but then I'd have to ice every bone in my body. See you." Cordy walks towards the stairs, one hand pressed against the small of her back.
Cordy: "Hey, Fred."
Fred: "Hey! - Kye-rumption."
Cordy walking up the stairs: "Well - back at you."
Angel: "What did you say?"
Fred: "Kye-rumption. It's the one nice word I remember from the Pylean hell dimension."
Angel: "What's it mean?"
Fred: "It's when two great heroes meet on the field of battle and recognize their mutual fate. It's also a kind of grog made out of the ox dung but that's archaic."
Angel: "Oh, ah, that's interesting."
Fred: "When I see you and Cordelia sparring Kye-rumption always comes to mind."
Angel after a beat: "Me and Cordelia."
Fred: "I know. She's such a hero, with the visions and the courage. It's only natural that you and she would be drawn to one another. - Oh! Plastic flowers! (Hurries over to one of the vases) My favorite! They never fade, you know."
Angel: "Oh, whoa, wait a minute. There's nothing going on between me and Cordelia."
Fred: "Nothing but Moira."
Angel: "Who's Moira?"
Fred: "Moira is the gut physical attraction between two larger than life souls."
Angel: "Ha. No, there is no attraction. Cordelia is a friend. Someone I work with. That's all."
Fred grinning: "See? You're being chivalrous. Because you 're a hero, just like her. You got Kye-rumption!"
Angel: "Stop using that word!"
Wes: "What's going on down here?"
Angel: "Nothing."
Wes: "I believe Fred's been through enough recently without people shouting at her."
Fred: "He didn't mean anything by it." Wes just stands there, looking at the floor.
Angel: "Is there something you wanted?"
Wes: "Yes. (Looks at Fred) Gunn and I were hoping you could give us a hand with the Nyazian Prohecies. We need someone who can do the math."
Fred: "Sure!" Fred starts up the stairs.
Wes looks around: "Who gave you all the flowers?"
Angel: "Nobody." Gunn is throwing darts at a board in the office at the Hyperion. Wes is sitting at the desk, writing. Fred is sitting beside him, working on the laptop. Cordy is at her own desk.
Gunn: "So, how are you doing there, Fred?"
Fred: "Oh, it's a simple equation, really. The ancient Roman calendar has fourteen hundred and sixty-four days in a four-year cycle. The Etruscan, Sumerian, and Druidian each have their own cycles. You work forward from the presumed day of the prophecy under each calendar, factoring in our own three hundred and sixty-five day calendar and accounting for a three day discrepancy for every four years and..." Angel walks into the lobby, he sees Cordy sitting at her desk and stops before anyone notices he's there.
Fred: "Oh. - That can't be right. - Unless the world ended last March."
Gunn: "So, are we talking Armageddon - or bad house number? (Sits down in the chair in front of Wes desk) Is it a bad event - or a bad guy?"
Wes: "It's not clear on that. It predicts the arrival or arising of the Tro-clan, the person or being that brings about the ruination of mankind."
Gunn: "So it's a two for one. Isn't that nice."
Wes: "And I'm not sure on the translation. Ruination may in fact mean purification."
Gunn: "Purification? So this Tro-clan is a good thing?"
Wes: "I doubt that. But it's purification in Aramaic, ruination in ancient Greek and in the lost Ga-shundi language it means both."
Cordy: "And you don't want to make the same mistake twice." Cordy looks up from her desk at Wes, who looks down at his papers.
Wes: "No."
Fred: "What mistake?"
Wes: "There was another prophecy a while back. It seemed to be about Angel and contained the word 'Shanshu' which I thought meant to die and I - sort of told Angel..."
Cordy: "...that we was going to die."
Fred: "Oh, no."
Wes: "Then I found out it also meant to live. It meant to die and to live."
Fred: "So - which is it?"
Wes: "Both. In his case it meant that some day the vampire in him might die, but the human in him might live." Angel is standing at a corner in the lobby, listening.
Fred: "That he would be like a normal man?" Angel slowly lifts his head and looks at Cordy working at her desk.
Wes: "Yes."
Fred: "Wow. What would we do if that happened?"
Cordy: "I'd buy him some plaid shirts and take him to the beach. The boy needs some color." Fred goes back to typing on the laptop.
Fred: "There. That came out better. - Oh. No it didn't. It's still very preliminary, but - if these calculations are correct, this bad thing should already be here. (Looks around) Well, I-I guess not right here, but - here in LA." Angel walks into the reception area and sits down.
Fred: "Let me run these numbers again."
Cordy: "Hey."
Angel: "Hey."
Cordy after a while: "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Angel: "Ah, no reason." After a moment Cordy gets up and walks past Angel to pour a cup of coffee.
Cordy: "Okay. It's getting creepy now."
Angel: "I was just thinking about things. - People. You know. How they relate. Take you and me for instance. We're very different. *Very* different. Obviously (points at Cordy) human (points at himself) vampire. (points a Cordy) Woman (points at himself) man...pire."
Cordy: "Has someone been putting vodka in your blood?"
Angel laughs: "See? You're funny! And I, well I get off a good one every once in a while, but you..."
Cordy, sipping her coffee: "Angel, are you trying to say you love me?"
Angel: "What?"
Cordy: "I love you too."
Angel: "You do? When did this..." Cordy yells towards Wes open office door: "Angel loves me. I love him."
Angel: "Oh, my god!"
Cordy: "You guys love us and we love you."
Fred, Wes and Gunn chorus: "We love you Angel."
Cordy: "They were all saying it earlier. Just in case this prophecy comes true and we all die. - You're not gonna wanna hug, are you?" Angel clears his throat and sits back shaking his head: "No." Cordy goes back to her desk: "God knows we've been through a lot together."
Angel: "That's really all I was trying to say, that we've been through so much together, you and me, as *friends.* You've seen the - good, - and the not so good."
Cordy: "Just like you have in me. And for the record: the good I've seen far outweighs the bad."
Angel after a beat: "Thanks. You, too."
Cordy: "Hey, what are friends for?"
Darla: "If you ask me, they're for knocking you up and leaving you high and dry." Angel spins around to see a very pregnant Darla standing on the top landing leading down into the lobby from outside.
Darla: "Hello, lover. Long time no see." Break
Angel: "Darla."
Cordy: "Darla?"
Wes: "Darla!"
Fred: "Who's Darla?"
Gunn: "Angel's old flame from way back."
Fred: "Not the one that died?"
Gunn: "Yeah. No, not that one. The other one that died and came back to life. She's a vampire."
Fred: "Y'all have a chart or something?"
Gunn: "In the files. I'll get it for you later."
Angel: "Well, when did this happen?"
Darla comes down the steps: "You know *exactly* when it happened."
Cordy: "Angel - did - you and Darla...?"
Angel: "Uh..." Cordy turns to look at him.
Angel: "This is impossible."
Darla: "Tell me about it - daddy!"
Cordy: "You slept with her?"
Angel: "Vampires can't have children. Wesley?"
Wes: "Ah, no, he's right. It's not possible."
Cordy: "That's not what I asked."
Darla: "You know we can't. I know we can't. But - we did."
Fred: "I wonder if this might not be that bad thing we were expecting."
Darla: "What did you do to me?" She hits Angel across the face and he stumbles back against the weapons cabinet behind him. Cordy steps between Angel and Darla: "Stop that!"
Angel: "It's okay. It's alright. I'm okay."
Cordy: "You'll hurt her! Haven't you done enough? (Turns to Darla) Here, sit down. You should get off your feet." Cordy leads Darla over to the round settee, then looks back at the others.
Cordy: "Can we get her some water?" Fred turns to go get it.
Angel: "Cordy that's *Darla.* Maybe you don't want to..."
Cordy: "Did you or did you not look me in the eye and say that you would *never* do a thing like this with her?"
Darla: "Oh, he lied? What a surprise." Fred carrying a glass of water: "Hi. I'm Fred. Is water okay, or did you want some blood?" Darla takes the water as Wes gently pulls Fred back away from Darla.
Angel: "Cordy. I'm sorry - I lied. It was just - it was a very dark time."
Cordy: "Oh! You used her to make *you* feel better during *your* dark time. Well, that makes it *all* heroic."
Angel: "It wasn't like that. It just - happened. It wasn't like I went *evil* or anything, I just..."
Cordy: "You just went male. (brushes the hair out of Darla's face) Have you been to a doctor."
Darla gives her a look: "No. But I have been to every shaman and seer in the Western Hemisphere."
Wes: "And what did they say?"
Darla: "They don't know what it is. They don't know what it means. Nothing like this has ever happened."
Angel: "Maybe it's an hysterical pregnancy."
Darla: "You wanna feel it kick?"
Cordy: "Does it kick a lot?"
Darla: "Like crazy."
Angel: "well, now wouldn't that be the first sign of... (Cordy gives him a look) ...hysteria?"
Cordy: "What can we do for you?"
Darla: "Well, you can get you little gang of supernatural detectives to find out what the hell is happening to me and how to stop it."
Cordy looking at Darla: "Are you gonna take some responsibility here? (Looks up at Angel) Angel?"
Angel: "Oh, me? - Of course I am. - Wes, lets get on this right now."
Wes: "What do you suggest?"
Angel: "I suggest you use your books and find out what's going on. What, do I have to think of everything?" Wes picks up a book from the counter and opens it.
Wes: "Oh, here it is." Darla straightens up in her seat and Angel walks over to Wes.
Wes: "It says 'I have absolutely no idea what's going on.' (Closes the book) We should talk to the host."
Lorne: "Oh, this is all wrong." The camera pulls back and we see that he is looking at two people holding up a modern painting.
Lorne: "Try it on the back wall. Far away from where folks might be eating."
Muses: "Violence abounds, violence restrain, this space a sanctuary was and shall be again."
Lorne: "That's great girls. - Hey, Arnie, why 're you charging me twelve hundred over the estimate here?"
Arnie: "Had to run a separate two twelve to the security box. Double insulation everywhere in the building. Plus, we had a run on Kek bile and Bin-der glands. And you know what you said: 'This club's my baby. I want top drawer through out."
Angel: "Lorne! You here? - You got to help me. We got (looks back at the others filing in behind him) kind of a situation on our hands."
Muses: "Mmm, Angel."
Cordy: "And here we have three more of Angel's chippies. You girls are on the pill I hope."
Muses: "Mmm." Angel smiles and waves at them then walks over to lean in close to Lorne.
Angel: "What are they doing here?"
Lorne: "They're here to help recast the sanctuary spell to prevent violence in the club. And this time I'm covering demons *and* humans. I'm opening the club again. I know I was blue for a pretty long time. If it'd gone on much longer I would have turned aquamarine. (Lorne is the only one laughing) And now that the ice is broken (turns to Darla) what happened here?"
Darla: "What's it look like?"
Cordy: "Angel boned her."
Angel: "Just once. Just the one night. Ah, just the two or three one times that one night..."
Fred: "Is Angel gonna sing?"
Gunn: "Oh!"
Wes: "I suppose he has to."
Cordy: "She's carrying the baby!" Darla grabs Lorne by the lapels, pulls herself in close and starts to sing: "Oh, Danny boy... What the hell's inside me?"
Lorne: "Oh, no, no, no. We're way past singing, mes enfants. This is a brand new day here. (To the club at large) Alright every body, that's a wrap! (People and demons start filing out) We'll finish the spell tomorrow. We got a little crisis brewing. Thanks for coming! Check's in the mail! Get the hell out."
Muses, speaking in turn: "Bye Angel, come see us soon. Mmm..."
Cordy: "Men!"
Lorne: "This is way beyond my ken - and my Barbie and *all* my action figures. If it's alive..."
Darla: "Oh, it's alive! And kicking!"
Lorne: "It could be anything. A child born to two vampires..."
Gunn: "Maybe it's some kind of 'ueber'- vamp."
Wes: "The Nyazian prophecies mention a Tro-clan."
Fred: "That's supposed to be here about now."
Lorne: "Born out of darkness to bring darkness."
Angel: "Great. So, we're saying that my child is - the scourge of mankind?" Darla moans.
Cordy: "You guys are upsetting her! (To Lorne) I think she needs to lie down."
Lorne: "Yeah, of course. She can have my bedroom." Lorne and Cordy help Darla up and start to lead her towards the back of the club. When Angel starts to follow Cordy stops him.
Cordy: "We can handle it." Cordy and Lorne lead Darla into Lorne's bedroom.
Cordy: "I think we should call a doctor."
Darla: "It'll pass. I just have to - let it." Darla lets herself drop onto the bed and Cordy sits down on the edge of it beside her.
Cordy: "I'll stay with her."
Lorne: "If you need anything, just holler."
Cordy: "Okay." Lorne leaves the room.
Angel: "I don't accept this. These stupid prophecies, you can always interpret them a hundred ways from Sunday. How do we even know your calculations are correct?"
Fred: "I don't. I'm still working on them."
Gunn: "Well, we do know that Darla is pregnant with something!"
Angel: "That's biologically impossible."
Lorne: "And mystically unfair. You've fought long and hard for good. If your destiny is to spawn something evil..."
Angel: "I don't see how anything spawned by Darla and me could be good."
Wes: "You know the first prophecy that said that the vampire with a soul would be pivotal in the battle between good and evil?"
Gunn: "That Shanshu one?"
Wes: "Maybe it's not you. Maybe your child is a pivotal figure. Maybe your destiny is simply to help bring to the world."
Angel after a beat: "Or to stop it."
Fred: "Can I say something about destiny?- Screw destiny! If this evil thing comes we'll fight it, and we'll keep fighting it until we whoop it. 'cause destiny is just another word for inevitable and nothing's inevitable as long as you stand up, look it in the eye, and say 'your evitable!' - Well, you- you catch my drift."
Lorne: "Wow. I like her so much!"
Angel: "I wanna see these prophecies myself, and your calculations, Fred, and anything else we got on this."
Fred: "Why don't I go back to the hotel and get everything?"
Wes: "Good idea. We put our heads together and figure out a way to fight this thing." Fred leaves and Angel turns to Lorne.
Angel: "How's she doing?"
Lorne: "Well, she's weary. The poor thing looks like she's about eighteen months pregnant. Hope they're not twins."
Angel: "Not her. Cordelia."
Lorne: "Oh, ah, I sense that she's - hurt and *pissed* what with the lying and deception and ecetera. You should probably stay out of her way for a while, huh?"
Cordy: "How're you feeling?"
Darla: "Just crazy."
Cordy: "What?"
Darla: "Why would anyone bring something into this world?"
Cordy: "I was pregnant once. (Laughs and holds out a hand) I was out to here - overnight! Mystical thing. I didn't go to term, but while it lasted, hooh! Talk about uncomfortable! Your back and legs hurt all the time and first you're sick to your stomach and you can't eat anything and then your ravenous! Are you able to eat or do you just..."
Darla levers herself up: "What? Drink?"
Cordy: "Well, it's - really none of my business, is it? - You should rest (Cordy gets up) and I should (starts to walk towards the door) I'll just be real close by. If there is anything that you need... (Darla morphs into vampface) Anything at all..." Cordy is about to open the door, but Darla is suddenly there, holding the door shut.
Darla: "I'm hungry all the time. It's weird."
Cordy: "Sure. You're eating for two now. It's only natural."
Darla: "No, what's weird is - no matter how much I feed - I can't seem to get full." Cordy punches Darla hard across the face. Follows it up with a second punch, then pulls out a cross to ward Darla off.
Cordy: "Pregnant or not, you're *going* to keep your distance." Darla bats the cross aside, grabs Cordy and throws her across the room against a table. Then she clamps a hand over Cordy's mouth to prevent her from screaming and sinks her teeth into the side of Cordy's neck. Break
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As Darla bites her, Cordy gets hit by a vision. Darla backs away from her for a moment while we see flashes of some arcade, then lunges back in - only to get pulled back away by Angel.
Angel: "Get away from her!" Angel picks Cordy up and carries over to the bed.
Angel: "You're gonna be alright. You're gonna be alright." Cordy holding the side of her neck: "Ouch!" Angel presses a cloth over the neck wound.
Angel: "Cordy, you're gonna be all right. I'll kill her for this."
Cordy panting: "You're gonna have to find her first." Angel looks around. Darla is gone. Out in the club the others are just picking themselves back up, when Angel comes out, carrying Cordy in his arms.
Angel: "She bit Cordy."
Lorne: "Oh, sweetie, are you alright?"
Angel: "No. Where is she?"
Wes: "She got away."
Gunn: "We tried to stop her by hitting her fists and feet with our faces, but..."
Angel: "We'll take Cordy to a safe place and we'll take care of Darla." Hyperion, night, Cordy is lying on a bed with Angel sitting beside her.
Angel: "Are you feeling any better?"
Cordy: "Yeah. You don't have to stay with me."
Angel: "Gunn's gonna be right here." Cordy lifts her head to look at Gunn: "Thanks."
Angel: "I'm not gonna keep telling you how sorry I am. I'm gonna tell you - that she'll never do it again."
Cordy: "It was my fault, Angel. I felt sorry for her. She looked so helpless - like a mother. - I forgot what she really was. - I'm starting to feel the pills." Angel gets up and backs away from the bed as Cordy's eyes drift closed.
Angel quietly to Gunn: "You see Darla anywhere in range..."
Gunn: "I'll take care of it." Angel turns to go.
Cordy sits up: "Wait! - When she bit me I had a vision. I almost forgot." Angel comes back and sits back down on the edge of the bed.
Angel: "What did you see?"
Cordy: "It was like no vision I ever had before. - She's so hungry. - She doesn't know how to make the hunger stop. - I think I know where she's headed." Angel is arming himself from the weapons cabinet.
Wes: "I'm not speaking to you as the boss, because I know you wouldn't listen, but you shouldn't do this alone."
Angel: "I *have* to do this alone."
Wes: "Angel, a normal vampire is strong, and Darla wasn't normal before this. She took down the host, Gunn, and me without even breaking stride. She's stronger than all of us right now, including you, because of what's in her."
Angel: "I know. I put it there." Angel turns away and hurries out.
Wes: "Why does he think he has to do everything alone?"
Fred: "I think he just can't bear to have us see him do it."
Wes: "Kill Darla? She did try to kill Cordy - and she's a vampire."
Fred: "Who is carrying his child. The one thing he can never have, even if he lives forever." A busy arcade, there are kids and noise everywhere. A little blond boy stands in the middle of the confusion, looking around.
Boy: "Mommy? - Mommy? - Mommy?"
Darla: "What's wrong, honey? Lost your mommy? (Boy nods) Let's go find her together, hm?" The boy nods and takes her hand. Darla turns to lead him away.
Woman: "You're a brave woman! (Darla stops and looks over her shoulder) About to have one, taking another one out to play."
Darla: "Oh. I love children. I could just - eat them up." Darla and the woman smile at each other and go their separate ways. Break Cordy is sleeping on the bed, dreaming of Darla biting her and getting the vision. She jerks awake with a gasp. Gunn comes over and sits down on the edge of the bed.
Gunn: "Hey, hey! It's alright. It's just a dream, okay? I'm right here. She can't hurt you."
Cordy: "I have to talk to Wes." Cordy is pacing in Wes' office.
Cordy: "It was a dream, but - it was more like a vision."
Wes: "About what?"
Cordy: "About what's inside Darla. (Sits down) This Tro-clan thing - the prophecies say that it will be born - or it will arise?"
Wes: "It says both. The middle English eyrizan and the Gothic urreisan, both mean to appear, to spring up."
Fred: "Angel's not answering his phone. Should I leave a message on his voice mail?"
Cordy: "He doesn't know how to use his voice mail. Just try his pager."
Wes: "There is also a reference to the Tro-clan being boren, which is pretty plain middle English for being born, to bear." We hear a pager go off. Gunn checks his belt, then gets up and walks over and pulls Angel's pager out of the pocket of the coat hanging in the corner of Wes' office.
Gunn: "Well, we found Angel's beeper."
Wes: "What is it, Cordy? What is the vision trying to tell you?"
Cordy: "I think they're trying to tell me *why* Darla is craving younger victims." Darla is crouched in front of the little boy in a deserted corner of the arcade.
Boy: "Ma'am, I don't think my mom is back here."
Darla: "Are you sure? Did you look?" The boy looks around.
Boy: "I don't see anybody." He turns back to see that Darla has morphed and lets out a scream. Angel runs across some of the arcade games and tackles Darla against the wall and slams the stake in his hand towards her heart. Darla puts up a hand to ward it off the stake pierces her hand until it comes out on the other side. The boy runs away screaming, straight into his mother's arms out in the crowd.
Mother: "There you are! (Catches him up in her arms and hugs him close) Where have you been? How many times have I told you not to wander off!" Darla tosses Angel out from the deserted section. The mother's eyes widen as Angel lands on top of some tables, over turning them. People in the crowd see Darla follow him out, still wearing her vampface and turn to run away, screaming. Darla pulls the stake out of her right palm and lets it drop as she walks towards Angel.
Darla: "You *so* want to play the good guy, don't you? Yeah. You're the good guy who did *this* to me." Hauls back and knocks Angel across the face, slamming him against one of the games.
Darla: "You may have the face, but you don't know the hunger! It pounds! You can't make it go away! You can't stop it!"
Angel: "I'll stop it!" He hauls back and hits Darla. The two of them fight. In the end Angel manages to grab Darla by the throat and push her up against the wall.
Darla: "How could you put this in me? I *hate* you!" Darla hits him again, but Angel refuses to let go of her throat.
Darla: "They breathe. They breathe and pound. I don't breathe, you idiot! You can't strangle me!" Darla laughs.
Angel: "I'm not gonna strangle you." Angel pulls her away and slams her back up against the wall, pulling out another stake.
Darla: "Come on! Do it! (Angel hesitates) Do it!" Angel slowly lowers the stake and looks down at Darla's belly. We hear a heartbeat. Angel slowly steps back from Darla. Darla lunges, grabs a hold of Angel's jacket and shakes him.
Darla: "Do it! Do it! Make it stop!" Angel gently restrains her, wrapping her tightly in his arms and pulling her up against his chest.
Angel: "No it won't, Darla. Darla, listen to me."
Darla: "Make it stop! Make it stop."
Angel: "The child. The child has a heartbeat. It has a soul."
Darla flailing wildly: "No! Not my child! No!"
Angel: "Our child. Ourchild. Our child. That's why you've been craving purer and purer blood. That's why it's been driving you out of your mind. It has a soul." Darla collapses against Angel's chest, sobbing: "No, it doesn't."
Angel holding her: "It does."
Darla: "It can't."
Angel quietly: "Yes, it does. It does." Angel helps Darla to lay back down on a bed in the Hyperion and hands her a mug.
Angel: "Here, drink this." Darla takes a gulp then makes face.
Darla: "Pig's blood?"
Angel: "You need to keep yourself nourished. You'll get used..." Darla throws the pug against the wall, shattering it and splashing the wall with blood.
Angel: "You're not alone in this anymore. We'll deal with this together."
Darla: "Gosh. I'm the luckiest vampire girl in the whole world. - Get away from me."
Angel gets up: "Try and get some sleep."
Darla: "How's Cordy? She wanna come up and visit?" Laughs. Angel walks up to Gunn, standing in the door holding a loaded crossbow.
Angel: "She goes near Cordy, or Fred..."
Gunn lifting the bow: "I know."
Angel: "Don't underestimate her. The woman is stronger than all of us right now." Angel walks down into the lobby and sees Cordy and Wes leaning over an open book on the reception counter together.
Angel: "You're not to go near Darla for any reason without me, Gunn, and a lot of crossbows standing between you. You understand?"
Cordy: "Oh, yeah. And if I forget (indicates the bandage on the side of her neck) I have a nice little reminder."
Angel: "That goes for you, too, Fred." Fred looks up from the laptop: "Gotcha." Angel goes to sit down on the settee in the middle of the lobby and Cordy walks over to him.
Cordy: "So, I guess you're gonna be a father."
Angel after a beat: "Guess I am."
Cordy: "I felt it in my dream. The same thing you did - when you found her. (Sits down beside him) It has a soul."
Wes: "Well, Angel has a soul. It makes sense. As much as any of this does." Angel looks down at his folded hands.
Wes: "Angel, even with a soul, she could give birth to what's spoken of in the prophecies."
Angel looks at Wes: "The thing that's coming to kill and burn us all? - I know that. - I also know the child is mine."
Wes: "Right."
Cordy: "Well! Another big fun day at Angel Investigations. (Gets up) What do you say we pour ourselves a good stiff..."
Fred: "Uh-oh."
Cordy: "A good, stiff uh-oh?"
Fred: "Remember before when I said I thought that maybe, possibly, perhaps I might have been off in my earlier calculations? And you asked Wes if he thought if the Tro-clan was prophesied to arise or be born and he said it could be both? And we all know that the Latin for arrive is arripare, to come to land or possibly in this instance simply to come to, as from a deep sleep?"
Angel, Wes: "Fred!"
Fred: "Right. I believe that whatever this thing is, it's arriving right about (looks down at a watch) three, two, now." A busy section of LA, night, people are walking past, talking. The camera sinks through the ground down into a round chamber, lit by fires in the alcoves along the wall. The ceiling is supported by a circle of pillars. A stone statue and two bowls holding more flames are set up, forming an equal triangle inside the circle of pillars. A demon walks in and stops in front of the statue.
Sahjhan: "The weight of time is heavy on the world. And all men born must die. But there are worlds unknown, where dreamers dream and sleepers sleep, and patiently await. As pledged in Caladan by Cod-she, (Sahjhan steps back and throws some powder at the statue) One shall awaken in the first year of the final century. That one, who lived before and joined Cod-she in the great sleep. Arise, as was promised and foretold. Arise. - Arise!" Nothing happens. The demon turns away and walks over to one of the fires and lights himself a cigarette. Turns back to watch the statue, puffing. Checks his watch. Takes another drag. Suddenly the room begins to shake and blue lighting flashes. The eyes of the statue suddenly turn into two open, human looking eyes. The statue cracks then crumbles to the ground in a cloud of dust. The demon puts out his cigarette and walks over to the figure huddled in the middle of what's left of the statue.
Sahjhan: "Welcome to the twenty first century. (Crouches down and puts a hand on the back of the figure) Angelus is here. You'll see him soon. - You haven't used your muscles in a very long time. It will be a while before you're strong enough to..." The figure suddenly straightens up. It's Holtz.
Holtz: "Just tell me where he is."


Lucas: Do you ever wonder how long it takes to change your life? What measure of time is enough to be life altering? Is it four years like high school? One year? An eight-week rock tour? Can your life change in a month, or a week, or a single day? We're always in a hurry, to grow up, to go places, to get ahead. But when you're young, one hour can change everything.
Karl: How are we doing this mornig seniors? Did anyone wake up with their clothes on from the night before still drunk with strange big hangover? Anyone? Well I guess that was just me. Actually last night was UNO night at my house, and it was a blood bath but I cannot discuss it with you right now, so we won't. But let me ask you guys a question: does today's class really matter? Or is it just a fifty-minute requirement designed to get your grades so you can go on to college or a job and the rest of your lives, anyone?
Brooke: If we say yes, can we have the grade and go on with the rest of our lives?
Karl: Mouth, using one word describe how your classmates see you.
Mouth: Ugh, awesome?
Lucas: Yep!
Karl: Ok. Let's say that there are five universal terms to describe everyone in high school, okay? Let's say jock, prom queen, geek, loaner, and ...?
Brooke: Slut?
Karl: Okay, considering that awesome is not a category, Shelly Simon, describe Mouth in one word.
Shelly: I don't really know him, but, nice, I guess.
Karl: Nice. I suppose we could find 'nice' under friendly, but since friendly doesn't mean friendly that would make Mouth a slut. You have four other choices.
Shelly: Geek I guess.
Karl: Geek? You're joining the club Mouth. Okay, class, Nathan five choices?
Everyone: Jock.
Karl: Lucas?
Everyone: Jock.
Karl: Brooke?
Everyone: Prom queen.
Karl: Rachel?
Everyone: Friendly!
Rachel: Hey!
Karl: Peyton?
Everyone: Prom queen.
Peyton: Oh come on I am so a loaner!
Glenda: Right, a loaner cheerleader who's dating a jock. No offence but I'm a loaner, you're a prom queen.
Karl: Like it or not, you are who you classmates see you as. But here's the good news: that's gonna change soon. Because prett y soon you're gonna be going out into that big, wild world and you can erase all those [...]. Now for some of you shading this image is gonna be a great thing. And for some of you, not such a great thing. But what matters is that you know who you really are. And you know how you want the world to see you. Well, you've been together for what? For four years? Haley? What's Lucas' middle name?
Haley: Eugene. Ohh, I'm sorry I'm so sorry.
Karl: Lucas what's Glenda's last name?
Lucas: I don't know. Sorry.
Karl: Okay everyone on this side of the room I want you to write your name on a piece of paper and put it in Nathan's cap. Okay, hurry up. Everyone on this side of the room is gonna draw a name. And the name that you draw will be the person that you will spend the rest of the class with. Maybe we'll find out if fifty minutes can matter. Okay pass the hat around. Shelly who do you have?
Shelly: Mouth.
Karl: Karma's a funny thing isn't it? Haley?
Haley: Skills...ington.
Karl: Rachel?
Rachel: Bevin.
Karl: Glenda?
Glenda: Gotta love karma... Lucas.
Karl: Nora?
Nora: Oh, I have Noriah.
Karl: Emma?
Emma: I've got Zach.
Karl: Michael?
Micheal: I got Fedde.
Karl: Brooke?
Brokke: I have Chase.
Karl: Peyton?
Peyton: I have... Nathan.
Karl: Okay here's the deal, everyone pair up, you can leave the class but not the campus. At the door you'l find a camera, I want each of you, at the end of the class to take a picture of your partner. This picture represents how you see them. That picture is going into the year book for the rest of time. Now for some of you this is an opportunity to reinvent youself starting today.
Brooke: Do we have to reinvent ouselves, cause I think most of my friends see me as fabulous!
Karl: Maybe so. But my friend Mr Miller sees you as the girl who's failing calculus. Okay everyone go and get a camera and get out of here. Oh wait one more thing, with the cameras a list of instructions at the end of the class I want you to tell me what you learnt about your partner. You have fifty minutes, go.
Mouth: Well I guess you're stuck with the geek.
Skills: Okay Haley J.S. Let me make a deal with you, as long as you don't give birth early, we're good.
Bevin: I don't get it.
Lucas: I'm Lucas...
Glenda: Scott. Right. At least i know your last name.
Nathan: This is kinda like the Boy Trade, actually we won't be kissing and the partial nudity.
Peyton: The hour is still young.
Brooke: So about this whole calculus thing...
Lucas: Glenda! Glenda. I'm sorry about not knowing your name. Can we just do the assignment? Look the first thing on the list it's huh... 'share something personal with your partner'.
Glenda: Farell, my last name's Farell. Is that personal enough for you?
Brooke: Will you just listen to me please?
Chase: So what? You accidently forgot to tell me that you were failing calculus when you started tutoring me... in calculus. How did you get that A I saw on your test anyway?
Brooke: It's complicated trust me.
Chase: Trust you... I already did that. And now I find that my tutor is doing worse in calculus than I.
Brooke: It's a long story okay?
Chase: Well don't tell me other story Brooke! Tell me the truth. Or is that even possible for you to do?
Brooke: Okay. Come on.
Mouth: You know you shouldn't judge people like that. You called me a geek!
Shelly: It was the only category that fit. I called you nice first.
Mouth: Well how do you know I'm nice? Maybe I'm not nice.
Shelly: I can see that.
Mouth: We're supposed to tell each other something personal. Like... huh... my middle name is Leonardo, after my grandpa Leo. I guess that's kinda geeky.
Shelly: Wow you really got personal there.
Mouth: Well it's not like you're gonna tell me anything real either right? It's just an assignment.
Shelly: Before I started Clean Teens, I was in a serious relationship with this guy I met at summer camp. I was pretty intense. And then, we couldn't see each other for the rest of the summer. My parents, they wouldn't let me talk to him or... anything. But I knew I'd see him when we'd got back to school on the fall. And, the night before we got back I couldn't sleep. This is the spot I was standing at when I finally saw him again... with his new girlfriend. He looked at me, you know, he looked right at me, and then he just walked away, without a word. It was just over. That's the moment I thought of Clean Teens. Like you said, it's not like I'm actually gonna tell you anything real.
Haley: Okay pregant girl on the roof!
Skills: Come on, [...] we had a deel, no early delivers!
Haley: Right!
Skills: Now check it out you're gonna love this view, it's the [...]
Haley: Wow, this view really is the [...].
Skills: You see that factory way out there? I might possibly work in this [...] graduate in Tree Hill. Six days a week on [...]. So we're supposed to tell each other something personal right?
Haley: Yeah.
Skills: Ok, well, here's mine. There's a job waiting for me in that place, if I don't get a scholarship to college.
Haley: It's not gonna happen Skills. I can feel it!
Skills: I'm glad you're so sure.
Haley: NO, the baby's kiking I can feel it! Here!
Skills: It's like a step show.
Haley: Something personal right?
Skills: Yeah!
Peyton: So I guess I was right about the partial nudity thing. Boys lockroom?
Nathan: Just following the assignment.
Peyton: Ok.
Nathan: You see this [...]? The summer I decided t really dedicate myself to basketball, my dad said I was way too skinny to ever be a great player. He said I wasn't tough enough, that I wasn't stong enough. So to prove him wrong, I spent every single day in this training room. It was like a thousand degrees in it, but I wasn't gonna let him be right.
Peyton: Anger's motivation.
Nathan: Anger and inspiration. Everytime I benched another ten pounds, I scratched two letters, under the plate.
Peyton: What does it say? PS?
Nathan: It was the same summer we started dating. We were pretty good together weren't we?
Peyton: Gimme your hand. Ok, I want you to feel this.
Nathan: Geez what happened?
Peyton: I broke that neckle punching something after we've broken up for like the twentieth time! We were horrible together!
Nathan: Yeah, I know, I was kinda hoping you forgot.
Peyton: No.
Bevin: Ok so I don't get it. We're supposed to do these stuff on the list and then take a picture for the year book.
Rachel: That's the plan!
Bevin: Well I already took my photo for the year book, and my hair looked really pretty that day.
Rachel: It's not that kind of photo... and anyway it doesn't matter because this assignment makes me wanna get high.
Bevin: Seriously.
Rachel: You're not listening, see: this assignment makes me wanna get high.
Brooke: I got a copy of the key and I stole the test.
Chase: It's great Brooke, anything else?
Brooke: I don't really believe in Clean Teens I just stayed in it because of you. That's the one thing I was really truthful about: my feelings for you.
Chase: Well it doesn't matter now does it?
Mouth: Anyone for starting over?
Shelly: Hey. I'm sorry about judging you. You seem like a really nice guy.
Mouth: Ok you gotta stop saying that!
Shelly: Why?
Mouth: Because that's part of the problem! I hate being the nice guy, the little brother, the great friend. For just once, I'd like to be a little dangerous you know. Not so safe.
Shelly: Yeah.
Mouth: So, what's next on the list?
Shelly: Ok: lighten up. Do an impression of a celebrity or a famous character.
Mouth: This is gonna be awesome baby! He's a [...], a [...] magician! It's Dick Vitale. He's a sports annoucer. He's really famous.
Lucas: You seem so familiar love. Have I threatened you before? I'm captain Jack Sparrow.
Haley: So my sister Mary Kate was like: Ashley, you really need to eat something.
Lucas: Merry Christmas you [...]!
Nathan: I like you, do you like me?
Peyton: I like sexytime explosion!
Haley: I'm sorry Dawson, it's just, I love Pacey.
Brooke: Happy Birthday Mister President.
Haley: Say hello to my little friend!
Nathan: My wife, she's very nice. Hi 5!
Lucas: My precious, oh my precious gotta keep it from the hobbitses, oh the hobbitses!
Glenda: You do a really good Elmo.
Shelly: Admit something that worries you or something you're afraid of.
Mouth: You.
Shelly: Me? Why?
Mouth: Because you're really pretty. And it's kinda intimidating.
Nathan: I walked a hundred times in the gim, thousands of fans screaming at me, taunting me, I never flinched. I just take it all and [...]. No fear. But the thought of being a father scares the hell out of me.
Haley: I love the idea of being a mom. I really do. But, I just, I still wanna leave my mark on this world.
Skills: That what scares you? Not having the chance to do that?
Haley: Yeah, a little. And clowns. Clowns really scare me.
Bevin: What are you afraid of Rachel? Rachel?
Rachel: I'm afraid, I'm way too high to care.
Brooke: I was worried I wouldn't be enough for you. That's why I lied. That's what I'm afraid of. Not being enough. Not good enough, not smart enough, not pretty enough, not...
Chase: Brooke, you're the student council president, captain of the Cheerleaders and probably one of the most popular girls of the school! How is that not good enough?
Brooke: I don't know you should ask my parents, considering they haven't called in a month. A month and a half, actually. Not a single call, or texto, or email so what do you suppose that says about me?
Chase: I think it says more about your parents.
Brooke: You haven't told me what you're afraid of.
Glenda: I'm afraid of my mom.
Lucas: Come on, is she really that bad?
Glenda: You see these diamond earings? I can only wear them at school because I stole them from her.
Lucas: Why?
Glenda: Because she loves them more than me. How about you?
Lucas: I'm killing two birds in one stone. Something personal and something I'm afraid of. This is the first draft to a novel I'm writting. This is the personal part.
Glenda: Who knew?
Lucas: No one.
Glenda: How come?
Lucas: My first dream was to play professional basketball, I already gave that up. You're holding my second dream. If this thing sucks it's gonna be kinda hard to find a third one.
Bevin: Ok, where do you plan to be in ten years?
Rachel: In ten years, I plan to be twenty eight.
Bevin: Not at this rate.
Brooke: I want my fashionline to be hugely successful.
Chase: I'd like to be a pilot. I always wanted to fly. Shat off to far away places.
Brooke: Milan.
Chase: Why not? That or be an X Game champion. That would make Clean Teens a bad ass!
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Nathan: Oh I hope in ten years, Haley's got a bunch of platine albums, my dad learnt how to be a great grandparent, my mom's alive and sober and hopefully my son will have a kickass of a drible!
Peyton: Ok, but the question is about you duffus! Where do you plan to be in ten years?
Natan: I know, but if everbody else's dreams come true, then, I'll be fine.
Peyton: Nate, I think it's great that you take care of Haley, and that you're worried about your family, but if you don't start putting yourself first every once in a while, and chasing your own dream, then, I'm scared you're gonna wake up one day, and have to wonder what could have been, like Dan. Don't be haunted like that Nate.
Skills: You know basketball is global now right? I mean, everybody thinks being a pro is just NBA. Me I'd be happy just playing backetball oversea somewhere. So we [...] on a world tour, we'll remember this day and [...] a laugh about it.
Haley: Ohhh man, I'd love to play music for living, but, if that doesn't happen I'll also be happy.
Skills: Yeah? Doing what?
Shelly: You know I don't know yet. But, whatever it is it's gonna be ok because I'll have a great group of friends, that I can laugh with and a few secret comforts that keep me sain, like I want a grey big [...] cat that greets me when I come home. And a boy, that I'm in love with. Yeah, in ten years I'm definitely in love.
Lucas: Oh if I don't make it as a writter I can at least come back here and coach the Ravens. I mean Whitey's retired, my mom's here, and besides I love this place.
Glenda: Not me. I can't wait to get out of here. I'm going as far away as I can get, and I'm gonna try to forget this place ever existed.
Haley: I never thought about teaching until now but, I thing I could be really happy doing that. When I tutor someone, and I watch them get it like that light goes on, it just feels really good. Anyway.
Skills: So look we got one more thing to do, before we take our pictures. Tell your partner a secret. This one will do some damages.
Brooke: Rachel bet me that I couldn't sleep with you within three dates.
Chase: Well.
Brooke: But I need you to know something. I would have never ever asked you to compromise what you believe in or try to presure you out of it. That's the truth. And I just need you to know it. Even though I kno I don't have a chance with you now.
Chase: Is that it? No more secrets?
Brooke: That's it. I promise.
Chase: Well here's one more. You are enough Brooke. And if I just get you to quit lying, I think i'm gonna like the real you. But shhhh, don't tell anyone. It's a secret.
Rachel: What time is it? It feels like we've been in here for ever.
Bevin: Well, that's because you're wasted. I don't suppose you wanna tell me a secret and actually participate.
Rachel: I'll tell you a secret, not because of class, just because. I never really felt anything with the guys I slept with. When I got my new body I thought it would change everything. Maybe it did for the boys, but not for me.
Bevin: You know, I always wanted to know what it was like to be a dude, like walking through the halls in jeans and a [...] tee shirt or bad ass, you know, talking smack and checking out checks and stuff.
Rachel: Checking out checks. Maybe that's my problem. Maybe I'm into girls. What the hell are you doing?
Bevin: Did you feel anything?
Rachel: No!
Bevin: Then you're not into girls! Trust me Rachel, I'm a really good kisser, and you'd totally be into me right now.
Skills: It's my shcolarship offer, or not, I mean, I haven't had the courage to open it yet.
Haley: Skills, you can't keep this secret. Come on I've got a really good feeling about it open it!
Skills: Ok just give me a few minutes though.
Haley: Ok.
Skills: Won't you tell me your secret? Now we talk.
Haley: Sometimes I feel incredibly disconnected, really uncomfortable in my own skin. Kind of, like I don't fit in to this wolrd. Like I was born at the wrong time, and I don't belong. I just think about my son, and it scares me because I don't ever want him to feel like he doesn't belong. I don't know if my heart could bear that.
Skills: Nah, he'll belong. The kid's gonna rock this place.
Haley: You think so?
Skills: Oh yeah I do. Cause his mom got his back, and if she don't, I do, I promise.
Glenda: Ok. Here.
Lucas: You're on the pill.
Glenda: No I'm not on the pill.
Lucas: You have the pill, but you're not on it, that's very secretive.
Glenda: When my mom was in high school, she was one of the Pretty and Popular. And I think her greatest dispointment is that I'm not! Sometimes she teases me about it, and not in a fun way like, like why can't I loose some weight, and how I'll never get a boyfriend.
Lucas: That sucks.
Glenda: Yeah. Anyway, one day I got some flowers from my boyfriend.
Lucas: So you have a boyfriend.
Glenda: No, I made him up, and I sent the flowers to myself. He was pretty awesome though he sent me all kinds of things.
Lucas: Your imaginary boyfriend.
Glenda: Anyway, I told my mom we were getting serious, and that maybe I should go on the pill. And in my head I thought it would be this binding experience like, she'd secretly be happy for me, sit me down and coucil me about being safe or just tell me to wait or ... just be my mom. Instead she took me to the doctor, got me the pill, when we left the pharmacy she hanged me the prescription and she said 'I don't know who'd sleep with you but here you are!'
Lucas: I'm sorry Glenda.
Glenda: It's ok. So I looked at her and I said 'I don't know who'd sleep with you either but here I am!'. And we haven't spoken since, not a word.
Lucas: How long has it been?
Glenda: Like 8 weeks. She just drives me off to school and picks me up, and we just don't talk. There's just silence, silence and disappointment.
Nathan: My mom tried to kill herself.
Peyton: What?
Nathan: She sucked a bunch of pills. I haven't told anybody. Just Haley.
Peyton: Nathan I'm so sorry.
Nathan: The worst point about it is when I found out that she might die, there's a moment, there's just a fraction of a second, when I actually, I felt relieved, like maybe it was for the best. You believe that? A kid actually feeling relieved at the thought of loosing his mother? What kind of person does that make me, Peyton, that I can feel that?
Peyton: I can't whistle. Nothing.
Nathan: That's terrible! How can you not whistle?
Peyton: I know okay I'm pathetic.
Shelly: I've got a pair of leather pants in my locker that I'd be dying to wear!
Mouth: Nice. You should totally rock those.
Shelly: I can't. I'm a Clean Teen. Doesn't exactly fit the image.
Mouth: Then change the image.
Shelly: Mouth before I, took back my virginity, I was kind of... friendly. It just figures, everyone saw me as a slut, and now I am this radical virgin who can't wear a pair of leather pants. Sometimes I just wish they'd see me as a girl, you know, just a girl, nice, cool sometimes, [...].
Mouth: Beautiful.
Shelly: So, how do you know about all this media stuff?
Mouth: Oh, hum, me and Jimmy...
Shelly: Jimmy Edwards?
Mouth: He was my friend. I miss him a lot. I have to keep it secret because he killed Lucas' uncle Keith and I loved Keith. But, it doesn't mean I don't miss my friend you know, especially with graduation coming up.
Shelly: Sorry. I never told you what I'm afraid of, second question on the list. I'm kind of afraid of being here with you.
Mouth: Why?
Shelly: Because I'm a Clean Teen, and your hot.
Brooke: I'm sorry I lied Chase. It's just you're a Clean Teen, and you're hot, and...
Mouth: You were serious about me being decent looking or, are you just trying to make up for the geek comment?
Chase: I didn't say decent looking. I said hot. Mouth, I'm a Clean Teen.
Mouth: So what?
Glenda: So I've been thinking about your manuscript. You need to give it to someone who won't go easy with you, someone who's gonna tell you the truth...
Lucas: Someone like you?
Glenda: I haven't actually been that truthful, I mean not about school. The truth is I'm gonna miss this place. And it's all my fault. I just wish I would have tried harder, and I just didn't wanna look like an idiot.
Lucas: I think everybody feels that way sometimes. You know like people don't see them for who they really are. It's not just you.
Glenda: You would have made a great goth you know? A little tortured, a bit of a loaner, but kind. Hey, I have an idea for your picture.
Rachel: Thank God, this ridiculous class is almost over.
Bevin: I liked it.
Rachel: That's because you're too blisfully stupid to resist.
Bevin: I know poeple think I'm stupid. But I'm not dumb. I just let you and the other girls have your way because how you need it to be. But I think Carl's right. Pretty soon we're all gonna graduate and, I can start over. But it'll be harder for the people who need this place to make themselves so special. People who use highschool to build themselves up and then find out that the real world doesn't care so much about who you were in high school, people like you. Ok, so, what are we gonna do for our pictures?
Mouth: You need to go get those leather pants.
Shelly: What?
Mouth: For the picture. Also, your need to take off your shirt.
Shelly: Wait what?
Peyton: Take off your shirt?
Nathan: Wow, just like the old days.
Peyton: Stop it, I have an idea for your picture, but before you do that, come here. Look the bell is gonna ring soon and I don't know if I'm gonna have the chance to say it so, I'm gonna say it now. You're doing great Nathan. Alright? Just please, put yourself first sometimes. Well now let's see the marchandise!
Nathan: Ohhh, fun.
Peyton: Let's go, chop, chop, baby!
Skills: I want you to open it. Tell me, if it's the factory or college?
Haley: Okay, but I want you to know that no matter what this letter says you're gonna find your way to some great things. I know it.
Skills: Yeah well if it all means the same, I'd rather find my great things to college.
Haley: Well, it looks like you'll be going into that factory, and you're gonna tell your father that you just got a full ride to college.
Skills: Girl, that's messed up! I almost doomed my ass off this damn roof!
Haley: Ohhh sorry!
Brooke: So, how about it? You think one class can change your life?
Chase: The way you kiss? Definitely. You still think you're not good enough?
Brooke: I don't think that ever goes away, but I think you just have to learn to deal with it, you know, learn to use it.
Chase: So let's use it then!
Chase: Today I spent an hour with Brooke Davis, and I learnt something. People are all gonna label you. But it's how you overcome those labels. Thats' what matters.
Brooke: I spent an hour with Chase Adams. He's a Clean Teen, and that's pretty cool!
Peyton: People think they know Nathan Scott. I know I did. But, I discovered something new today. Nathan Scott is a martyr. He's also gonna be a terrific father.
Nathan: I spent the class with Peyton Sawyer. It reminded me what a good friend she is. I also learnt that considering recent history, she's not quite ready for the whole picture thing.
Mouth: Some of you have met Shelly Simon, Clean Teen, but today, I got to know Shelly Simon, teen. I also asked her to prom.
Shelly: An hour ago I called Marvin Mc Fadden nice. He is. But I should have called him dangerous. I also said yes to prom.
Rachel: This is one of the best classes I've ever had. A kick-ass fifty minutes during which Bevin told me she always wanted to be a guy.
Bevin: I spent the hour with Rachel, and I think she learnt today that I am not an idiot. This is my picture of her.
Skills: Over the years I've known Haley James book warm, Haley James sarcastic girl, Haley James Scott rock star and Haley James Scott mother to be. Today I got reaquainted with just Haley, my girl friend. She get heavier too!
Haley: Skills has been my friend since really young, and today I remembered why, he's a great listener, he's gonna do awesome in college, and he deserves to be on top of the world.
Glenda: Fifty minutes ago, I called Lucas Scott a jock. But I was wrong, he's more than one simple word, I guess we all are. Anyway I learnt that Lucas is actually a lot like me. Who knew?
Lucas: I wish I would have hung out with Glenda before today. Something tells me she could have been a great friend. But it's good to know there's still a little time left to do that. - Glenda! Listen would you mind taking a look at this for me? I need someone I can trust to tell me the truth.
Glenda: Sure, ok, Lucas Scott.
Lucas: Hey, today was awesome, I had a blass with you. See you tomorrow. - And I also learnt her last name. - Hey Mrs Farell.
Glenda: Ok, mum, let's go.
Lucas: And I learnt that one hour can change everything.


5:50pm - 6:15pm
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1: INT. THE RILL CENTRE. CENTRAL CHAMBER
DOCTOR: I don't think he's quite awake yet!
(VICKI laughs but the good mood is shattered as she lets out an ear piercing scream. From behind a frosted glass partition in the black spaceship wall, a pair of hideous round alien eyes are starting out at them...)
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2: INT. THE RILL CENTRE. PASSAGEWAY
(A CHUMBLEY moves along the passageway.)
AIRLOCK
(It reaches the end of the passageway and turns the corner into another.)
WILLIAM EMMS
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3: INT. THE RILL CENTRE. CENTRAL CHAMBER
(The DOCTOR and VICKI turn as they hear the sound of the CHUMBLEY approaching.)
DOCTOR: There's a Chumbley coming! Quickly!
(They both rush toward one of the passageways and pull to a halt as they see it is the one that the CHUMBLEY is moving down.)
VICKI: Oh, Doctor!
DOCTOR: Hurry! Quick!
(They turn and flee down another passageway. The CHUMBLEY enters the central chamber. It pauses and then goes down the passageway taken by the DOCTOR and VICKI.)
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4: INT. THE RILL CENTRE. PASSAGEWAY
(The DOCTOR and VICKI hurry along, the sound of pursuing CHUMBLIES not far behind them.)
DOCTOR: Come on!
VICKI: (Breathlessly.) Come on, Doctor!
(The DOCTOR sees the exit to the outside.)
DOCTOR: (Breathlessly.) This way out. Come on! We'll make it!
(They reach the entrance. The DOCTOR is a little way ahead of VICKI, who turns to look behind her.)
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5: EXT. THE RILL CENTRE
(The DOCTOR emerges and turns back to VICKI. As she is about to exit, a heavy iron grill slams down in front of her. She grips the bars frantically and looks out.)
DOCTOR: Oh! Ah!
VICKI: Oh! Doctor!
(The DOCTOR runs over and examines the bars.)
DOCTOR: (Breathlessly) I can't move it! It's immovable! Wait, wait, wait! I have an idea.
(The DOCTOR looks around and sees the mechanism on the wall he examined before.)
DOCTOR: I might be able to sabotage them. Now be patient.
(He moves across to the mechanism and takes out a screwdriver from his pocket. VICKI waits, grasping the bars while looking behind her, expecting the CHUMBLEY at any minute. The DOCTOR quickly examines the air-converter unit.)
DOCTOR: We know what this machine's for. This is to convert air into ammonia gas.
VICKI: (With desperation) Doctor, hurry up!
DOCTOR: Yes, now, have patience child.
(He starts to take it apart.)
DOCTOR: When I've finished with...this machine, I'm sure they will release you.
VICKI: Never mind about that, release these bars!
DOCTOR: No! No! That's the last thing we do. This is the thing that gives them the gas to breathe with.
VICKI: You don't know that for certain!
DOCTOR: My dear child, the Rills can't go outside. It's a foregone conclusion.
(VICKI turns once more and looks down the passageway.)
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6: INT. THE RILL CENTRE. PASSAGEWAY
(Two CHUMBLIES moves along the passageway and reach VICKI. The DOCTOR appears on the other side of the bars and looks in. The CHUMBLIES make signs just as the one they first met did.)
VICKI: (Fearfully.) Doctor! They...I think they...want me to go with them.
DOCTOR: Well, I think you... you'd better do what they want, hmm?
VICKI: (Nervously.) But Doctor, that thing in there - that thing looking out of the window, what...
DOCTOR: Yes, that was one of the Rills, I suppose.
VICKI: (Softly.) Doctor, I'm so scared.
DOCTOR: Now, look, you go with them, quickly, but don't cause any trouble. It'll give me time to see if I can help you. I think perhaps I can do something with that machine, but I must have time! Hmm? Yes?
VICKI: All right. Be quick.
DOCTOR: All right, don't worry. Goodbye!
(VICKI eyes the CHUMBLEY and moves toward it. The CHUMBLEY backs away. VICKI moves down the passageway followed by the CHUMBLEY. Another CHUMBLEY moves to meet her, and they nudge her toward the central chamber.)
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7: EXT. THE RILL CENTRE
(Having watched her go, the DOCTOR moves away from the bars and resumes work on the air-converter with his screwdriver.)
DOCTOR: Dah!
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8: INT. DRAHVIN SPACESHIP
(STEVEN is still in the padded corner. He is lying down, apparently asleep.)
DRAHVIN TWO: Maaga, shall we go?
MAAGA: Where?
DRAHVIN TWO: To patrol.
MAAGA: I see no need.
DRAHVIN TWO: To see what the other two are doing.
MAAGA: No.
DRAHVIN TWO: But, Maaga...
MAAGA: Can you hear me?
DRAHVIN TWO: We always go out on patrol at this time.
MAAGA: Yes, but not now.
(The three DRAHVINS look uneasily at one another.)
MAAGA: Soldier Drahvins, you can't understand anything that's different, can you? You are made unintelligent, and you remain that way for the rest of your lives.
(MAAGA turns away and sighs, talking almost to herself.)
MAAGA: I told them soldiers were no good for space work. All they can do is kill. But they wouldn't listen. If you are to conquer space, they said, you will need soldiers. So here I am confronted with danger. I'm the only one able to think!
(She turns back to the others.)
MAAGA: Very well. I am your...commanding officer. I am your controller, am I not?
DRAHVIN TWO: Yes, Maaga.
MAAGA: And you obey my orders?
DRAHVIN TWO: Yes, Maaga.
MAAGA: Why?
DRAHVIN TWO: Because you are our leader.
MAAGA: And?
DRAHVIN TWO: You think.
MAAGA: And you don't know what that means.
(The DRAHVINS are silent.)
MAAGA: But because I think, I order that there will be no patrol now. We have a prisoner. In order to save him, the other two must help us.
(She looks towards STEVEN.)
DRAHVIN ONE: I do not understand why they would want to help a friend.
MAAGA: I know you don't.
DRAHVIN ONE: We would not. We would leave him here.
MAAGA: Yes... (Laughs.) ...we would. But I have heard of creatures like these. They help one another.
DRAHVIN THREE: Why, Maaga?
MAAGA: I don't know. I have heard, that on occasions, they even die for one another.
(The DRAHVINS look confused.)
DRAHVIN THREE: Die? For their friends?
MAAGA: There are many strange things in the universe.
DRAHVIN TWO: I do not understand.
MAAGA: (Harshly.) I know you don't. But, despite that, you will obey orders!
(The three DRAHVINS bow their heads submissively. After a pause, MAAGA speaks softly, almost to herself.)
MAAGA: It may be that we shall kill neither the Rills nor these Earth creatures. Not with our own hands, that is. It may be better for us to escape in the Rills' spaceship and leave them here. (Softly excited.) And then...when we are out in space, we can look back. We will see a vast, white, exploding planet...and know that they have died with it!
DRAHVIN ONE: But we will not see them die.
MAAGA: (Softly.) You will not! But I, at least, have enough intelligence to imagine it. The fear...the horror...the shuddering of a planet in its last moments of life! And then they die. (Sighs.) But that is for later.
(She turns back to the DRAHVINS and issues instructions to them each, in turn.)
MAAGA: Attention! (To DRAHVIN TWO.) You will rest. (To DRAHVIN THREE.) You will guard the prisoner. (To DRAHVIN ONE.) You will go out and look for the Earth creatures. Open the door.
(DRAHVIN THREE moves round the table, picking up her gun as she does so. She crosses to a chair near STEVEN and sits down, the gun across her lap. DRAHVIN TWO goes into the inner room whilst ONE goes outside. MAAGA goes over and looks down at STEVEN.)
DRAHVIN ONE: He sleeps.
MAAGA: But you will not! He must not move!
(MAAGA goes into the inner room. As she does so, STEVEN opens his eyes slightly and squints up at DRAHVIN THREE, who is staring straight ahead.)
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9: INT. THE RILL CENTRE. CENTRAL CHAMBER
(A CHUMBLEY backs in followed by VICKI. She searches about her and looks nervously at the place where she saw the watching eyes. The shutter on the door is closed. Another CHUMBLEY comes out of the passageway. The two CHUMBLIES chatter to themselves for a moment, then, from the CHUMBLEY facing VICKI, comes a high-pitched sound. VICKI stares at it blankly. It stops, twitters at her once or twice more, then falls silent. The CHUMBLEY behind VICKI nudges her. She puts up with this for a few moments then angrily reacts.)
VICKI: Oh, stop doing that! What do you want, anyway?
(At once, a series of varying sounds comes from the CHUMBLEY, which resolve into a repeat of VICKI'S question speeded up, then repeated but slower, over and over again...)
RILL VOICE: What do you want anyway? What do you want anyway? What do you want anyway? What do you want anyway?
(Finally, the statement comes out of the CHUMBLEY at a normal rate in a deep sonorous male voice.)
RILL VOICE: What do you want anyway?
(Then from the CHUMBLEY, as though it has now deciphered VICKI'S words, comes intelligible speech.)
RILL VOICE: We are sorry to separate you from your friend, but it was necessary.
(VICKI is surprised. She jumps as the shutter in front of the glass slides open. The eyes can be seen looking through at her and they are attached to a tusked creature which is wreathed in smoke. VICKI looks from the window to the CHUMBLEY.)
VICKI: (Fearfully.) Who are you?
RILL VOICE: Who are you?
VICKI: (Fearfully.) We're, er...we're time travellers. From the planet Earth.
RILL VOICE: (Suspiciously.) I see. You were sent here by the Drahvins?
VICKI: Yes.
RILL VOICE: (Threateningly.) To do us harm?
VICKI: (Fearfully.) No! No, you see...the Drahvins are...keeping a friend of ours...prisoner. So, we had to do as they said.
RILL VOICE: What was that?
VICKI: (Reluctantly.) To capture your spaceship.
RILL VOICE: Why do they want to capture it? We have offered to take them with us.
VICKI: They didn't tell us that!
RILL VOICE: No. They would not. They would rather kill. They hate us.
VICKI: Well, you did kill one of them.
RILL VOICE: (Shouts.) We kill no one!
VICKI: But they...
(VICKI suddenly gathers her courage.)
VICKI: Look, who is talking? Is it...is it this Chumbley, or is it...
(She looks toward the open shutter.)
VICKI: ...someone else?
RILL VOICE: You call the machines Chumblies?
VICKI: Yes.
RILL VOICE: The Chumblies have a speaker in them. They are transmitting our thoughts.
VICKI: Your... your thoughts?
RILL VOICE: We do not speak like you. We have no vocal chords. We communicate in thought.
VICKI: Who are you?
RILL VOICE: We are the Rills.
VICKI: Why can't I see you?
RILL VOICE: It is better that you do not. Not all the dominant species in the universe look like humans. Our appearance might shock you as it shocked the Drahvins.
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10: EXT. THE RILL CENTRE
(The DOCTOR has now removed some of the top plates from the air converter and is peering in. He is hard at work with his screwdriver.)
DOCTOR: Hmm!
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11: INT. THE RILL CENTRE. CENTRAL CHAMBER
VICKI: (Firmly.) The Drahvins said that you attacked them.
RILL VOICE: That is short of the truth. We were investigating outer space when we encountered a strange ship. Rills do not attack or kill without good reason, so we stopped our ship. Their ship also stopped. We hung in space facing each other. We could have turned and gone away, but we were afraid that we would be attacked.
VICKI: Yes, what happened?
RILL VOICE: For four dawns we hung there. Then we decided to turn. As we were doing so the Drahvins fired. Immediately we did the same, and both ships crashed. When we escaped from our ship we discovered that we could not breathe the atmosphere here, but we had a small supply of our own, and set out to help the Drahvins.
(As the RILL speaks through the CHUMBLEY, what happened appears as a flashback through the RILL'S eyes.)
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12: EXT. PLANET (FLASHBACK)
(Glimpses of other RILLS can be seen, but none clearly, as they are at the edge of vision. As the RILL looks around, a Drahvin is seen, lying face down on the ground.)
RILL VOICE: (OOV.) The first one we found was badly injured.
(The RILL moves in on the wounded Drahvin.)
RILL VOICE: (OOV.) We started to help the soldier.
(The RILL looks up - a cold-faced MAAGA is approaching.)
RILL VOICE: (OOV.) Then Maaga, their leader, appeared. She started to shoot at us, so we left.
(MAAGA fires at the RILLS who start to back off.)
RILL VOICE: (OOV.) We could have fought back. Our weapons are superior to theirs. But, we do not kill! The Drahvins do!
(MAAGA aims her gun at the injured Drahvin and fires.)
RILL VOICE: (OOV.) When we looked back, we saw Maaga kill the injured soldier.
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13: INT. THE RILL CENTRE. CENTRAL CHAMBER
VICKI: But all the Drahvins believe that you did that!
RILL VOICE: We know. That is why they keep attacking us.
VICKI: Would you really have taken those people off with you?
RILL VOICE: Why not? What do we gain if they die?
(VICKI looks at the Rill through the open shutters.)
RILL VOICE: We will help you rescue your friend.
(VICKI does not respond.)
RILL VOICE: Something is worrying you?
VICKI: Yes, I...I wish I could see the whole of you.
RILL VOICE: It is better that you don't. Besides, we cannot come out. In order to live we must have ammoniac gas. So we live in here in a compartment where it is filtered in.
VICKI: (Horrified.) You mean you can't breathe oxygen at all?
RILL VOICE: No. Our home planet...
(VICKI tries to leave, but the CHUMBLEY blocks her path.)
RILL VOICE: What is it?
VICKI: (Desperately.) You must let me out quickly, or you'll all be killed!
RILL VOICE: (Horrified.) Killed? By whom?
VICKI: By the Doctor - he's trying to wreck your machine for making ammoniac gas!
(The CHUMBLEY moves out of the way and VICKI dashes off.)
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14: EXT. THE RILL CENTRE
(The DOCTOR is still working at the air-converter mechanism. It is now partially dismantled.)
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15: INT. DRAHVIN SPACESHIP
(STEVEN is still pretending to be asleep, but is squinting at the DRAHVIN that is guarding him, who is herself nodding off to sleep. Slowly, STEVEN eases himself up into a sitting position. He eases his legs down to the floor. There is a creak. The DRAHVIN reacts slightly but continues to doze. STEVEN slowly reaches toward the DRAHVIN'S gun. With one movement he snatches the gun, clasps a hand over the DRAHVIN'S mouth, and keeps moving forward so that the DRAHVIN and the chair she is sitting on topple over backwards. Holding the gun, STEVEN prepares to cover the DRAHVIN, but he realizes that the fall has knocked her unconscious. He listens. All is silent. He moves toward the lever that opens the door. There is a humming sound and the door begins to slide open. At the same time, MAAGA enters the main room, gun in hand.)
MAAGA: He's trying to escape!
(STEVEN leaps toward the outer door, but it is closed. He turns back to see MAAGA, by now joined by the other DRAHVINS, approaching. He points his gun at them.)
STEVEN: Stop!
(They halt. MAAGA comes forward.)
MAAGA: Don't shoot. You can't escape. Give up and we will not harm you.
STEVEN: Oh, I'd be a fool to believe that, wouldn't I?
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16: INT. DRAHVIN SPACESHIP. AIRLOCK
(He glances to the side and sees two buttons on the wall. While still pointing his gun at the DRAHVINS, he presses one button and the inner door slides shut, sealing him off from the DRAHVINS. He presses the other button, and the outer door opens. He exits.)
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17: EXT. DRAHVIN SPACESHIP
(STEVEN emerges and looks warily about. He is about to move off when he sees a CHUMBLEY approaching. He stares at it, gun at the ready, then looks back at the spaceship. He makes his decision and heads back into the airlock.)
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18: INT. DRAHVIN SPACESHIP. AIRLOCK
(He presses the button to close the outer door, and as it closes behind him, the CHUMBLEY moves in and waits. He turns toward the inner door and, through the porthole in the door, is startled to see MAAGA standing there, a cruel smile on her face.)
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19: EXT. THE RILL CENTRE
(The DOCTOR is reaching into the machine. With a grunt of pleasure he brings out a small metal plate and drops it on the ground. Then he peers in again. Afterwards, he picks up the screwdriver and poises it over the machine. He soon starts to cough at the smell of ammoniac gas.)
VICKI: (OOV: Inside the Rill centre.) Doctor! No!
(The DOCTOR turns in surprise and sees a desperate VICKI running down the passageway towards him.)
VICKI: Don't do it, Doctor! Doctor!
DOCTOR: (Coughing.) Oh! Child!
(The DOCTOR, coughing, moves away from the machine. VICKI and the CHUMBLEY walk out of the passageway as the bars slide up out of sight.)
VICKI: (Breathlessly.) Oh! Oh! I was going to be too late.
DOCTOR: Are you sure you're all right, child, hmm? Hmm? Hmm.
VICKI: Yes.
DOCTOR: Hmm. hmm.
VICKI: And the Rills won't harm us. They want to help.
RILL VOICE: We were told your friend is in danger.
(The DOCTOR starts back, surprised by the fact that the CHUMBLEY can talk.)
DOCTOR: Er... (Stutters.) ...is that a Rill talking?
VICKI: Yes.
DOCTOR: Hmm!
VICKI: Well, answer him.
DOCTOR: (Shouting.) Oh yes, you were told correctly!
VICKI: (Smiles.) Doctor, they're not deaf!
DOCTOR: Oh, I...I...oh, I'm sorry. I beg your pardon. I...I thought you couldn't hear.
RILL VOICE: We are not deaf, you know.
DOCTOR: (Embarrassed.) Ah.
RILL VOICE: Perhaps you will both come inside.
DOCTOR: Ah, yes. It does occurs to me that, er, if we do that we, er, might be trapped, hmm?
VICKI: Doctor, if the Rills wanted to harm us, the Chumbley could shoot us now.
DOCTOR: Ah, yes. Indeed. Of course, child. Yes, that's quite true, quite true. Yes. Well, lead the way! Ah...er, lead the way. (Laughs.) As it happens, I'd like to take a look round.
(They walk into the passageway.)
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20: INT. THE RILL CENTRE. PASSAGEWAY
(Another CHUMBLEY passes them moving out of the centre.)
DOCTOR: Er, what's this? What's this fellow doing, hmm?
RILL VOICE: Going to repair the damage you have done.
DOCTOR: (Embarrassed.) Ah, yes. Quite so.
(He laughs nervously to himself, looks apologetic, and grimaces at VICKI. They move down the passageway.)
DOCTOR: Tell me, what do these Rills look like, hmm?
VICKI: They won't show themselves, Doctor.
DOCTOR: Oh? Why ever not?
(The CHUMBLEY halts and turns.)
DOCTOR: Hmm?
RILL VOICE: Because our appearance would not be pleasant to you.
DOCTOR: Oh, what nonsense! We're not children, you know?
RILL VOICE: It is best you do not see us.
(The CHUMBLEY turns and moves off.)
DOCTOR: Oh, very well. Carry on, carry on. (To VICKI.) Oh, what utter rubbish, isn't it? (Laughs.)
(They move off after the CHUMBLEY.)
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21: INT. THE RILL CENTRE. CENTRAL CHAMBER
(The CHUMBLEY enters and halts, followed by the DOCTOR and VICKI. The DOCTOR looks around.)
DOCTOR: Oh, yes. This... uh, this drill rigging here. Eh, tell me, what is it you're drilling for, hmm?
RILL VOICE: Power. We must have power for launching our spaceship. The suns are too weak to supply this power, therefore, by drilling we may find some in the ground.
DOCTOR: Very well, if you take my advice, you'll get a move on. There's very little time left.
RILL VOICE: You know about the explosion of this planet?
DOCTOR: Oh, yes! We know more than you. Your timing is wrong. The disintegration of this planet is not fourteen dawns away. It is now less than two dawns.
RILL VOICE: (Agitated.) Two dawns!
DOCTOR: Two dawns.
RILL VOICE: Then we have no chance of survival!
VICKI: But you've repaired your ship.
RILL VOICE: Yes, but the only power we find is a gas, and that is of no use to us. We have no means of converting it into the sun-ray power we need.
DOCTOR: I think I might be able to supply you with the power you need. Yes, I think I'll help you, since you're so willing to help us.
RILL VOICE: We would be deeply grateful.
DOCTOR: Hmm!
VICKI: You keep saying we. How many of you are there?
RILL VOICE: Four.
VICKI: That doesn't seem many for manning a spaceship.
RILL VOICE: We were twelve. Eight of us died in the crash.
DOCTOR: First I will need some metal-cored cable.
RILL VOICE: We have some.
DOCTOR: Splendid. Splendid. I think I can put into effect the transference of power from my ship to this. Now, first of all, I must...I must have a conversion. Now is that possible?
RILL VOICE: We shall do all that you say, you are our only...
(The CHUMBLEY stops talking and starts chittering. There is the sound of machinery, as though from a control panel in the RILLS' chamber.)
RILL VOICE: Ah.
VICKI: What's that?
DOCTOR: What's the matter, hmm?
RILL VOICE: We have just received a message from a machine.
VICKI: A Chumbley?
RILL VOICE: It is by the Drahvin spaceship. It reports that a being, not Drahvin, came out of it.
VICKI: (To the DOCTOR.) Steven.
RILL VOICE: It detected that he was a friend of yours, but before contact could be made, he went back in again.
VICKI: He still thinks the Chumblies are dangerous, you see. (To the DOCTOR.) Doctor, let me go and tell him...
DOCTOR: (Interrupting.) That won't be necessary, my dear. He's quite capable enough of looking after himself. (To the CHUMBLEY.) Now, the cable, please, the cable!
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22: INT. DRAHVIN SPACESHIP
(MAAGA and the DRAHVIN'S watch STEVEN through a window in the airlock door. MAAGA speaks to him through an intercom.)
MAAGA: Do you hear me, Earthman?
(STEVEN looks at her.)
STEVEN: (Over intercom.) Yes, I hear you.
MAAGA: Throw down your gun, and we will set you free.
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23: INT. DRAHVIN SPACESHIP. AIRLOCK
(Defiantly STEVEN looks at his gun and grips it tighter.)
MAAGA: (Over intercom.) Very well, but if you try to come through here, you may kill one of us, but we will surely kill you.
(STEVEN turns and looks through the outer door.)
MAAGA: (Over intercom.) Yes, outside a Rills' machine waits to kill also.
STEVEN: All right. Then I'll stay here. I may be trapped but you can't harm me.
MAAGA: (Over intercom.) You are in the airlock. On the wall there are some dials. They are pressure gauges.
(STEVEN looks toward them.)
STEVEN: So?
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24: INT. DRAHVIN SPACESHIP
MAAGA: We can empty the oxygen out of that section, and you will suffocate.
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25: INT. DRAHVIN SPACESHIP. AIRLOCK
(Alarmed, STEVEN looks around and moves to touch the button that opens the outer door.)
MAAGA: (Over intercom.) If you touch that, the door will open completely, leaving you at the mercy of the machine.
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26: INT. DRAHVIN SPACESHIP
(DRAHVIN TWO and DRAHVIN THREE are at a control.)
DRAHVIN TWO: (To MAAGA.) Ready?
MAAGA: Pressure?
DRAHVIN TWO: Normal.
MAAGA: Temperature?
DRAHVIN TWO: Normal.
MAAGA: Good. Empty the airlock!
(The DRAHVINS operate the control and the sound of escaping gas is heard.)
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27: INT. DRAHVIN SPACESHIP. AIRLOCK
(STEVEN looks at one of the dials. The needle is flickering and drops very slightly.)
MAAGA: (Over intercom.) Yes, Earthman. The air is already leaving the airlock. You have three choices.
STEVEN: Three?
MAAGA: (Over intercom.) Stay there and die, go outside and be killed by the machine, or surrender!
(STEVEN looks around desperately. The needle on the dial drops further.)
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28: INT. THE RILL CENTRE. CENTRAL CHAMBER
(VICKI is helping the DOCTOR to coil up some cable. The CHUMBLIES are there and the RILL watches from the other side of the shuttered door.)
DOCTOR: Yes, good. Good. Yes, I think that's enough. That should be all right. Now then, let me have your arm. That's splendid. Now, follow me to the ship.
RILL VOICE: Our thanks.
(There are more noises from one of the CHUMBLIES.)
VICKI: What does that mean?
RILL VOICE: The Chumbley has reported that your friend is still in the ship. But he is making noises it cannot understand. It says they sound like...cries of distress!
VICKI: Doctor!
DOCTOR: I must go at once!
(He turns to leave.)
RILL VOICE: (Shouts.) You cannot help him alone! We will send two more Chumbley machines with you.
DOCTOR: But what can they do?
RILL VOICE: (Shouts.) Cut open the ship, if necessary!
VICKI: Doctor, come on!
DOCTOR: Hmm?
RILL VOICE: Go! Quickly! The Chumbley reports that the sounds are weakening!
DOCTOR: You stay here, child!
VICKI: No, I'm coming with you!
DOCTOR: All right! Come, then, come! Come along!
(He points to one of the CHUMBLIES.)
DOCTOR: And you - stay here until you receive a message! Come on! Quickly! Quickly!
(The DOCTOR and VICKI follow the other CHUMBLIES into the passageway.)
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29: INT. THE RILL CENTRE. PASSAGEWAY
(The CHUMBLIES, the DOCTOR, and VICKI rush along the corridor.)
DOCTOR: Quick!
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30: EXT. THE RILL CENTRE
(The CHUMBLIES exit the centre, followed by the DOCTOR and VICKI. Together they hurry off in the direction of the DRAHVIN spaceship.)
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31: EXT. PLANET
(They approach the DRAHVIN'S spaceship. Without warning, DRAHVIN ONE appears. She aims her gun at them.)
DRAHVIN ONE: Halt or I fire! Do not move!
DOCTOR: What is wrong?
DRAHVIN ONE: Where are you going?
DOCTOR: Back to your spaceship, of course.
(DRAHVIN ONE indicates the accompanying CHUMBLIES.)
DRAHVIN ONE: The machines are our enemies. Why do you bring them too?
DOCTOR: We're going to help you and Maaga and the rest of them to get to the Rill spaceship. We wish to save lives, not to destroy them.
DRAHVIN ONE: Maaga does not trust you! I do not trust you!
VICKI: Listen, we have captured these machines. They do anything we tell them now. Watch. (To the CHUMBLIES.) Come forward.
(The CHUMBLIES roll towards her watched by DRAHVIN ONE.)
VICKI: Stop.
(They halt.)
VICKI: Go back.
(They retreat.)
VICKI: Stop.
(The CHUMBLIES do as VICKI commands.)
VICKI: You see?
(Unconvinced, DRAHVIN ONE turns and fires at one of the CHUMBLIES. A horrified VICKI struggles with her and manages to get the gun.)
DOCTOR: Down, madam!
DRAHVIN ONE: Oh!
DOCTOR: Listen to me!
DRAHVIN ONE: Kill me now! I have failed my duty!
DOCTOR: Nonsense! Now, let us stop this thought of killing anyone. Now, madam, back to your spaceship. Back please.
(VICKI points with the gun.)
VICKI: Go on! Hurry!
(They move off.)
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32: EXT. DRAHVIN SPACESHIP
(Outside the DRAHIN ship, the waiting CHUMBLEY sends a message back to the Rill centre.)
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33: INT. DRAHVIN SPACESHIP. AIRLOCK
(STEVEN is now much the worse for wear. His mouth is wide open and gasping for air.)
MAAGA: (Over intercom.) Why do you not give up, Earthman?
(STEVEN gets up and staggers to the wall, activating the switch to open the outer door.)
STEVEN: (Gasping.) I'd rather face the Chumblies than you any day.
(MAAGA laughs.)
MAAGA: (Over intercom.) That will not work now. The pressure has locked the door.
(STEVEN tries desperately to activate the switch.)
MAAGA: (Over intercom.) You must surrender, or die!
(The dial is now very low. It drops further. STEVEN collapses to the floor.)