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PROLOGUE:
INT. BASEMENT - NIGHT A security guard makes his rounds at night
through the basement of an old warehouse. He goes into a fenced area labeled
"Keep Out" and shines his flashlight around, when he hears a noise. He walks
down the stairs to investigate.GUARD (to his C.B. radio) This is Henderson. South side
basement door's open. I'm gonna check it out.
C.B. VOICE (O.S.) OK, copy
that.
The guard continues down the stairs, when he's surprised by another
man who steps around the corner.GUARD Whoa! Jeez, Carlos. Thanks for the heart attack.
CARLOS Right back at ya. Had to swap out that septic
pipe.
GUARD Mmm. Well, on behalf of a grateful nation...
(Carlos walks up the stairs) (to his C.B. radio) Henderson
here. Mystery solved.
C.B. VOICE (O.S.) What happened?
GUARD Found a crazed plumber.(something attacks
Carlos just out of sight of the guard, who runs up the stairs to
investigate) Halt!
Whatever attacked Carlos swats the guard's flashlight from his hand,
scratching his face and ultimately knocking him to the ground. The guard
backs up on his elbows, begging for his life.GUARD No! Don't!(something slashes him in the
torso) Aaaah!
Cut to: INT. HALLWAYS - DAY The mailman pushes his cart down the hallway.
He's wearing a face mask painted red, white, and blue, and sporting the
number "5" on it. He delivers the mail to various personnel and continues on
his way until he runs into Lorne, who stops him to chat. Lorne's holding two
greeting cards in his hands.
LORNE OK, um, professional opinion? Uh...sexy soccer mama
or brainy beauty?(the mailman just stares) You're an aging
sexpot celebrating a decade of turning 29. You got 2 little rugrats
that aren't that little, a husband who thinks the extras trailer is a
buffet table, and gravity ain't doing you any favors.(holds out
the two greeting cards) So "Happy Birthday, Sexy Mama" or...
(sees Fred walk down the hallway toward them) Fred. Hey, Fred,
sweetie, you're sorta like a woman.
FRED (frowns) Oh, that's... not a compliment.
LORNE Well, I mean, more so than El Cid here.(the
mailman rolls his eyes) I need some insight. You're an aging—
FRED I heard. Don't send a card, don't mention her
birthday, send a big bunch of flowers just because she's special and
perfect and eternally blah-di-blah.
LORNE Huh! Staring me right in the face. Genius.
FRED (smirks) And I'm a lot like a woman.
LORNE Oh, you're all woman. You're everywoman. You're
Wonder Woman!
FRED Damn straight.
Cut to: INT. ANGEL'S OFFICE - DAY Angel signs his name on a contract with
a fancy pen, when he notices the deep red color of the ink.
ANGEL Is that blood?
GUNN Yeah, but it's OK. It's yours.
ANGEL Huh.(continues signing) And how is that OK?
GUNN (takes signed contracts from Angel) Demon law
requires blood signatures on all legal documents. Your Herbie Hancock
here locks and loads these docs. Then I take 'em into court and fire
away.
ANGEL Locks and loads. Got it.
GUNN As C.E.O. and president of Wolfram & Hart, you
just bankrupted a company that dumps raw demon waste into Santa Monica
bay, banished a clan of pyro warlocks into a hell dimension, and
started a foster care program for kids whose parents have been killed
by vampires.(stacks the papers) Not bad for a day's pay.
ANGEL (unenthused) Yeah. Great.
GUNN Look, I know legal weasels and business deals aren't
as heroic to you as rescuing young honeys from tumescent trolls, but I
love what we do.
ANGEL Tumescent...trolls?
GUNN Went a little Johnnie Cochran on ya. You know, for
the first time in my life, I can't wait to get to work in the morning.
You've always had your special powers. Now I have mine.
SPIKE (sitting on the end of the conference
table) Isn't that special! We all have special powers. Anybody
wanna trade? I'll swap ya two-for-one. Walking through walls, picking
up mugs...(picks up a mug) in exchange for... I don't know,
how about me not being dead?
ANGEL How about you not being here?
SPIKE If wishes were horses...
Angel stands, looks out the window.GUNN You OK?
ANGEL Yeah. Fine. Like you said, not bad for a day's pay.
GUNN I know you hate working here, what with the
bureaucracy and the fact that most of our employees want us dead. But
in-house attacks are down 30% this week. And we've done more good here
in a month than Angel investigations did in a year.
ANGEL I know, I'm just... I don't know, just feeling a
bit...
SPIKE Squishy?
ANGEL Disconnected.
SPIKE Are you serious? Here you are, finally living a
piece of the high life—new clothes, new cars, my old tumble fetching
you tasty snacks—and what's your gripe? "I feel disconnected." You
want to feel disconnected, try being a bloody ghost for a bit. Try
bobbin' around with no touch or taste or smell. Not many fates worse
than that, I'd wager.(the masked mailman walks into the office
pushing his mail cart) OK, maybe that.
GUNN I know what you're saying about the disconnect. Much
as I love the legalese, gotta admit, I miss mixing it up sometimes,
you know? I miss getting my hands dirty.
WESLEY (walks in with a report) Then you'll be
interested in this. 3 people found with their hearts cut out in East
Los Angeles, all within the last couple of hours.(the masked
mailman stops, looks up, listening) The police are on it, but my
sense is it's more demonic than some murderous nut job.(the
masked mailman pushes his cart out of the room)
SPIKE So we're ruling out demonic nut jobs, then, are we?
GUNN We should check it out.
ANGEL Right.
GUNN (to the mailman) Yo! You missed one.
ANGEL I'll get it.(takes the envelope from Gunn and
goes after the mailman) Wait! Wait.(Sighs)Hold up for a
second.
Angel touches the mailman on the arm, but the mailman throws Angel
through his office window, smashing it to pieces. The mailman continues
pushing his cart.ANGEL (sits up) I really hate this
place.
Fade to black.
Opening credits.
ACT I:
INT. ANGEL'S OFFICE - DAY Angel sits up amidst the shattered
glass that once was his office wall.
ANGEL Ow!
WESLEY (goes to Angel, along with Gunn and Spike) What
happened?
ANGEL The mail guy threw me.
GUNN What?!
SPIKE Number 5?!(smiles) He did this? Isn't he
like 100 years old?
ANGEL Kinda hard to tell with the mask.
GUNN (to his cell phone) Angel was attacked. Lock it
down. No. One of ours. The mail guy, number 5.
WESLEY (to Angel) Why did he attack you?
ANGEL I was trying to give him the mail?
GUNN Security's on it. We'll find him.
ANGEL Look, this is just a thing. Maybe I, you know,
startled him or something.
GUNN I'm not taking any chances. This is Wolfram &
Hart. You have enemies everywhere.
SPIKE (Fred walks up to the office, noticing the broken
glass) Hey! Fred! Did ya hear? Angel attacked the old mail guy.
ANGEL What?!
FRED (shocked) Not number 5? You didn't hurt him?
ANGEL No. I— He attacked me.
WESLEY We should find him.
SPIKE Absolutely. Wanna buy him a pint. Bloody made my
day.
GUNN (cell phone rings) (to phone) Gunn. Good. Great.
(to Angel) Security found him. They're escorting him off the
premises. You do wanna fire his masked ass, don't you?
ANGEL Um, I don't...
WESLEY I think it's best.
ANGEL Look, really, I'm fine. Let's just get back to the
bod—
LORNE (walks into the office) Holy tornado! It's true!
SPIKE Yeah. It was amazing. Angel went right off on the
mail guy.
LORNE Oh, this must've been one major smackdown.
ANGEL There was no smacking.
LORNE That's not the hubbub I'm hearing, honeybuns. Word
on the web has you sucker-punching Grandpa Moses.
ANGEL The web?
LORNE Don't sweat it, sweetie pie. I've got my flak
catcher spinning this into P.R. gold. Once the word spreads you beat
up an innocent old man, well, the truly terrible will think twice
before going toe-to-toe with our avenging Angel.
SPIKE Yes. The geriatric community will be soiling their
nappies when they hear you're on the case.(signals
thumbs-up) Bravo.
ANGEL I didn't beat anybody up, OK? So let's just focus
on what's important, like Wes' bodies.
FRED Wesley has bodies?
GUNN Someone found 3 bodies.
WESLEY 4. Another one was just found in a church after an
All Souls' mass.
ANGEL All souls?
WESLEY Prayers for the departed.
SPIKE You should know that, being departed and all.
WESLEY Tonight was a special service. It's the Mexican
day of the dead.
Cut to: EXT. RED CONVERTIBLE CLASSIC CAR - NIGHT Angel is driving a red
convertible classic car down the damp streets of Los Angeles, with Spike
seated in the front seat beside Angel. Gunn and Wesley are in the back
seat.
GUNN Still not sure why blondie ghost tagged along.
SPIKE Not much choice really, is there? Can't drink,
smoke, diddle my willy. Doesn't leave much to do other than watch you
blokes stumble around playing Agatha Christie.
WESLEY Yeah, remind me again how you ended up in the
front seat.
SPIKE (grins smugly) Called shotgun, mate.
WESLEY (looks at his shotgun) Oh. I thought we were
doing a weapons check.
GUNN (looks at his axe) Nothin' wrong with that. We
may need these bad boys if we're going up against some Mexican day of
the dead heart-suckin' monster.
WESLEY Angel, the church we're looking for is about half
a mile—
Angel swerves the car off to the side of the road, stopping it with
a screech near the entrance of an alley that's been decorated with dolls.
SPIKE Always was a bit of a drama queen.
Cut to: INT. ALLEY - NIGHT Spike, Wesley, and Gunn follow Angel. Angel
stops at the site of a body.
SPIKE (Sighs, looking at the body)Too late.
GUNN So you what, heard his scream?
Angel walks away in disgust. Wesley inspects the body, which has a
gaping bloody hole in the middle of the chest.SPIKE He smelled the blood. Nothing grabs a vamp's
attention like the ruby red.
GUNN Notice no matter how uptown we go, we always wind up
in some stanky hole in the middle of the night?
WESLEY Angel! His heart's missing. Looks like it was cut
out with some sort of crude knife. And based on these blood spatters,
I'd say it was still beating when it was removed.
ANGEL The blood's fresh. This just happened.
WESLEY So whatever did this might still be close.
GUNN How close?
SPIKE (looking behind the others, who are all busy
staring at the body) I'd say 10, 11 feet.
The gang is face-to-face with a snarling demon dressed in some sort
of armor, complete with plumed helmet. The demon has lots of pointed teeth
and wrinkly yellowish-gray skin. The demon is armed with a sword, and
Angel engages it using his sword to block its swings. Wesley grabs his
shotgun, Gunn has his axe, and Spike looks around for a weapon of his own.
The demon overpowers Angel and throws him into a pile of boxes across the
room. Wesley points the shotgun at the demon and pulls the trigger, but
the shots don't stop the demon. Three rounds later, the demon punches
Wesley, sending him across the room as well. Gunn swings his axe into the
back of the demon, who shrieks.GUNN How you like that, sparky?(the demon turns
toward Gunn and snarls) OK, so next time, I hold onto the axe.
The demon swings punches at Gunn, who backs up. SPIKE Not that way, you git!(sees a nearby 2"x4"
plank of wood) Now focus.(reaches for the plank and swings at
the demon—realizes he's empty-handed) Bloody useless!
Angel gets up and walks toward the demon, who pushes a dumpster at
Angel and runs away.
Cut to: INT. SCIENCE LABORATORY - NIGHT Fred inspects the blade of Gunn's
axe under a magnifying glass.
GUNN We shot it, chopped it, hacked and whacked it. The
only souvenir we got was the gunk on this blade. Thought you might do
some tests.
FRED Sure. Maybe hematological... cellular RH enzymes...
obviously a full SMA-20.
GUNN Obviously. Give me a shout when you know something,
OK?
FRED (looks at a sample on a microscope slide) Hmm.
Demonoid entropy patterning couldn't hurt.(Spike apparates in the
lab) If you're trying to find out what this thing's made of, it's
gonna take a while.
SPIKE Couldn't care less. I'm just trying to put as much
distance between myself and general grumpypants as my ghost leash
allows.
FRED He just gets like that sometimes. Not easy being a
champion. You know that.
SPIKE Really don't.
FRED Come on. You saved the world, sacrificed yourself,
closed a hellmouth.
SPIKE Didn't do much, really. I just stood there... let
the fire come. Nothin' real heroic about that.
FRED Well, you did save my life.
SPIKE Well, when you say it like that...
Fred smiles.
Cut to: INT. WESLEY'S OFFICE - NIGHT Wesley's working in his office with
a female assistant who's using the computer.
WESLEY Cross-reference the weapons list against both
Aztec and Incan artifacts.
MAN (hands Wesley an envelope) Sir.
WESLEY (looking over the shoulder of his
assistant) Uh, less reptilian, and the mouth was larger. Think
predatory bird meets demonic gladiator.(whispering to a book)
Xiochimayan Codex.(opens the book, and text appears on the
pages)
ANGEL (walks in) How we doin'?
WESLEY Based on the creature's appearance and weaponry,
I'm focusing my team on prehispanic texts. Specifically mesoamerican.
ANGEL Good.
WESLEY We're not there yet, but I'm confident.
ANGEL Yeah, I can see that. You'll find it. Then we'll
figure out a way to stop it. Then—then I'll...stop it, 'cause that's
what we do.(Wesley looks at Angel; Angel shrugs) I'll be in my
office.
WESLEY (over his shoulder) I wasn't aware that you
could read Cuauhtitlan pictograms.
SPIKE (pan over to show Spike standing behind
Wesley) Who, me? Nah, I was just... is this one of those books on
prophecies?
WESLEY No, it's a source book. Each one ties into a
discipline within the Wolfram & Hart archives. This one is linked
to historical narratives.(points to another book lying on a
table) That's the one dedicated to prophecies.
SPIKE (walks over to the book table) So...you could
look up that, uh... sans shoes thingamabob. You know, the prophecy
that says that Angel gets to be a real boy again.
WESLEY Shanshu prophecy, yes. Uh, though it's a bit more
complicated than that.
SPIKE Complicated.
WESLEY It tells of an epic, apocalyptic battle and a
vampire with a soul who plays a major role in that battle. And there's
the suggestion that the vampire will get to live again.
SPIKE When you say, "plays a major role in an apocalyptic
battle," you mean like, um...(trying to be casual) heroically
closing a hellmouth that was about to destroy the world?
WESLEY The text isn't specific about the battle.
SPIKE But it's specific about the name of the vampire
with a soul.
WESLEY No, I imagine it could be any vampire with a
soul...(looks at Spike) ...who isn't a ghost.
SPIKE (scoffs)It's a bunch of nonsense. It's a
bedtime story to get vampires to play nice.
WESLEY (looks back at his book) Says you.
SPIKE No, says Angel.(Wesley looks up) Yeah.
Tall-dark-and-dreary told me he doesn't believe in that Shanshu
bugaboo. Says it's a sucker's game.
WOMAN Sir!
Spike runs his hand over the prophecy book.WESLEY (goes to the assistant, looks at her
monitor) That's it. Good. Print it out.
Cut to: INT. ANGEL'S OFFICE - NIGHT Wesley hands a file to Angel. Spike
is sitting on a chair nearby.
WESLEY It's an Aztec demon named Tezcatcatl. We don't
know a lot about it yet. Our codex is missing several key pictographs.
What we do know is that it's been here before—50 years ago to the day.
ANGEL The day of the dead.
WESLEY Yes, though that may be a coincidence. I'll know
better once we determine why it's here in L.A. or what it wants.
Wolfram & Hart has a brief record of what happened. According to
this, Tezcatcatl rose in the same place, East Los Angeles, killed over
a dozen people before it was finally defeated.
ANGEL Defeated?
WESLEY Yes, by 5 heroes. Brothers. They were the
champions of that time.
ANGEL They destroyed the demon?
WESLEY Yes, but at quite a price. The brothers were all
killed. All but one.
SPIKE Not to be captain obvious, but... either the
brothers didn't really finish the demon off, or it's figured out a way
to come back from wherever they sent it. Either way, best of luck,
mate.
ANGEL You said one of the brothers survived. Is he still
alive?
WESLEY Yes.
ANGEL OK then, I'll talk to him. I'm sure he'll want to
help. Do we have his number?
WESLEY As a matter of fact, we
do.
Cut to: INT. APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT Angel knocks on the door of
apartment number 8, and the masked mailman answers, still wearing his red,
white, and blue mask with the number "5" printed on the forehead.
Fade to black.
ACT II:
INT. APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT Resume. The masked mailman
answers the door.
ANGEL Hi.(the mailman picks up Angel by the lapels
and throws his back against the wall) Unh! Stop doing that.
NUMBER 5 Perhaps I wasn't clear in our last conversation.
ANGEL (pushes the mailman away, and pushes him against
the wall) What conversation? You threw me through a window.
NUMBER 5 I heard you speaking. You were going to drag me
into your quest for the Aztec demon.
ANGEL No, I wasn't. I was gonna give you some mail.
NUMBER 5 Oh. Sorry.
ANGEL Now I'm dragging you back in.(throws Number 5
across the room; he stands back up) I need your help. You and your
brothers beat this Aztec warrior thing first time around. And I need
to know how.
NUMBER 5 (holds his arms out) I'm sorry. In case you
haven't noticed, I have retired from that life.
ANGEL Wearing that mask doesn't exactly hide your past.
NUMBER 5 (crosses his arms) It reminds me that only a
fool would want to be a champion.
ANGEL Fool? Is that what you think of your brothers?
NUMBER 5 (punches Angel) Never disrespect the memory
of my brothers. They were honorable men... luchadores. Mexican
wrestlers. The greatest that ever lived. Together we were known as Los
Hermanos Numeros.
ANGEL The number brothers?(notices a shrine of
flowers, pictures, and candles in the corner) Huh.(picks up a
black and white picture of the 5 brothers together, all with masks
numbered 1 through 5) Boy, you guys had no problem getting past the
whole irony thing now, did you?
NUMBER 5 It was a different time. One that no longer
exists.
Cut to:INT. WRESTLING ARENA - NIGHT In a crowded arena,
the 5 brothers are wearing wrestling gear (spandex leggings and
boots) as well as their numbered masks. The masks are all
different, each with unique colors and designs, but all displaying
a number somewhere on the face.
CROWD (Fight bell rings, crowd cheers)
!Andale, andale!
NUMBER 2 !Bailamos, lecherita!SUBTITLE: Let's
dance, milkmaid!
Number 2 wrestles with his opponent, then holds his hands up
victoriously. They fight again in what seems like a carefully
orchestrated scene in which the other brothers, the referee and
the opponent are thrown back and forth into the ropes of the
wrestling ring.
NUMBER 5 (V.O.) We were great warriors in the
ring, great heroes. Children worshipped us. Women loved us. Men
wanted to be us.
NUMBER 2 Todavia quieren danzar, bailarinas?
SUBTITLE: You ballerinas still wanna waltz?
The brothers form a circle, hugging and high-fiveing each
other in celebration.
NUMBER 5 (V.O.) In all the years we fought, we
never lost. Never quit. Never compromised. We were the best. But
not all of our battles were in the ring.
A man in the audience stands and wields a shotgun, pointed
at the brothers in the ring. Number 5 notices, and calls to the
others.
NUMBER 5 !Hermanos!
Two of the brothers put their hands together making a
platform as a third steps on their hands, springing toward the man
with the shotgun in a forward
somersault.
Cut to:
NUMBER 5 You need to understand. We were more than just
luchadores. No one else cared about Mexicans or Chicanos, so we
protected our own. The five of us were always joined, always
connected. And when necessary, we came together as a fist. We fought
monsters and gangsters. Vampiros. We were heroes. We protected the
weak... and we helped the helpless.
ANGEL I know a little something about that.
NUMBER 5 We spent every waking hour together.
Cut to:INT. MEXICAN BAR - NIGHT Number 5 played cards
with two of his brothers. A woman in red walked by, smiling at
them. At the bar, another brother sits while a woman flirts with
him. The woman in red walked back from the bar to the fifth
brother, who lifted weights in the back of the bar. She kissed him
on the cheek.
NUMBER 5 (V.O.) We fought hard. We played hard.
Brothers in the truest sense. Never jealous, never bickering.
Those were the happiest days of my life.
ANGEL Wait a second. So you guys always wore your masks?
NUMBER 5 (V.O.) What you are failing to see, my friend,
is that we had to be ever-vigilant, ready for action at a moment's
notice.
Cut to: INT. MEXICAN BAR - NIGHT Resume the bar scene. The
telephone rings, and Number 5 answers it.
NUMBER 5 Si. Si. !Hermanos!(the brothers stop
in their tracks and look at Number 5) The devil has built a
robot!
ALL BROTHERS (stand, make fists) !Andale!
(exit)
NUMBER 5 Surely you have heard about our great victory
over the devil's robot?
ANGEL (shrugs) Sorry.
NUMBER 5 Nobody remembers the good stuff.(stands,
walks away)
ANGEL But tell me about the Aztec warrior.
NUMBER 5 (stops, has a flashback of the demon
slaughtering people) What can I say about a demon who killed the
people that mattered most to me?
ANGEL You can start by saying how you killed it back.
NUMBER 5 I don't know. Can't remember.
ANGEL Can't remember or don't care?
NUMBER 5 Do not misunderstand me. After my brothers were
killed, I tried to carry on...
Cut to: INT. MEXICAN BAR - NIGHT Number 5 is sitting alone
at a table in the bar, drinking and smoking with a telephone
beside him.
NUMBER 5 (V.O.) ...tried to help people. But after
a while, the phone stopped ringing. The people went away... until
one night when a man walked in. He said his company could use a
young man with my abilities.
A well-dressed man hands Number 5 a business card labeled
"Wolfram and Hart, Attorneys at Law".
ANGEL Wolfram & Hart.
NUMBER 5 I needed a job. They needed muscle. I knew that
Wolfram & Hart was everything my brothers despised. But what did I
care? Nothing mattered after I buried them behind San Gregorio. Every
year on El Dia de Los Muertos, I prepare this altar for them. And
every year, they never come, never visit. Because I am not worthy. But
it does not matter anymore. Not after this year. I should have died
with my brothers.(touches a small gold medallion on the table
with the photos and candles)
ANGEL But you didn't. You got stuck with the hard part,
the carrying-on. No wonder your brothers' spirits never come to visit.
Listen to yourself. You've quit. Tell me: Why'd you stop caring?
NUMBER 5 It was not hard. I will show you.
Cut to: INT. WRESTLING ARENA - NIGHT Five midgets wearing colorful
numbered masks fight in a wrestling ring against a full-sized man who chases
them around the ring.
NUMBER 5 This is how my brothers are remembered, what
their good deeds earned. They sacrificed their lives as heroes, and it
is played out as a farce.
ANGEL Maybe you expect too much from people.
NUMBER 5 Is it too much to expect them to remember their
past? To honor those that fought and died? My brothers are dead, and
Tezcatcatl is back to kill again. Why did we bother? What difference
did we make?
ANGEL (watching the wrestlers) You made a difference
in the lives you saved. And you did it because... it was the right
thing to do. Nobody asks us to go out and fight, put our lives on the
line. We do it because we can, 'cause we know how. We do it whether
people remember us or not, in spite of the fact that there's no shiny
reward at the end of the day... other than the work itself. I think
some part of you still knows that, still believes in being a hero.
(turns to face Number 5, but he's not there) Then again, maybe
not.
Cut to: INT. WESLEY'S OFFICE - NIGHT Wesley and Gunn are reading through
papers and books, researching.
WESLEY I'd forgotten that Aztec culture was so
violent.
GUNN Yeah, 'cause our culture's so at peace.
WESLEY All right, but by and large, we don't eat our
victims.
GUNN You got that file on the lady from the all soul's
mass?
WESLEY (stands, walks to another table) She's the most
puzzling. The demon passed by over 20 people... so he could attack
her.(hands the file to Gunn)
GUNN I know. We need to find its M.O., so Angel can guess
its next move.(reviews the files)
WESLEY Does Angel seem all right to you?
GUNN Yeah. Still adjusting to corporate life, I guess.
Bit of a disconnect.
WESLEY Disconnect?
GUNN His word, not mine. But he's still doing his hero
thing. Wait a minute. Didn't you say the homeless guy in the alley was
a vet?
WESLEY Yeah. Gulf War.
GUNN And something about a Bronze Star. Bronze Star, lady
in the church worked with gangs, this dude, a fireman.
WESLEY Saved his crew in a fire. That's the thread,
that's the M.O.?
GUNN It's taking the hearts of heroes.
Cut to: EXT. STREET - NIGHT Angel walks out of the arena and looks for
Number 5. A bus passes by, and Number 5 is sitting in a window seat where
Angel notices him.
ANGEL So much for my stirring speech.(Sighs)
The demon jumps up behind Angel and attacks him, pinning him to a
car by driving his sword through Angel. The demon takes out a dagger,
rears back, aiming for Angel's heart, then reconsiders. The demon takes
back his sword and walks away, leaving Angel wounded on the hood of the
car.
Fade to black.
ACT III:
INT. LOBBY - NIGHT Angel, Gunn, and Wesley walk off the elevator
into the lobby.
ANGEL So you think this demon is eating the hearts of
heroes, huh? Well, it's an interesting theory, and I can see where
your research might seem to support that, but...your theory kinda fell
apart in the field.
WESLEY Angel, I know you've been through a horrible
ordeal, and I'm not trying to—
ANGEL The reason why I know this Aztec demon is not
eating the hearts of heroes is... he didn't take mine. Am I honestly
supposed to believe that it had no problem sticking a sword in my
stomach but then decided, "Oh, wait, his heart's not heroic enough"?
Ha! I don't think so.
They walk into Angel's office.WESLEY I understand you're feeling rejected. But this
Aztec warrior... it wants the hearts for sustenance. It wants it for
the meat, not the metaphor.
ANGEL What are you saying?
GUNN As meat goes, your heart's a dried-up hunk of
gnarly-ass beef jerky.
ANGEL Yeah, well, stick a piece of wood in it, and I
still die. Must mean something.(Groans in pain)
WESLEY Can we get back to figuring out how to kill this
demon rather than figuring out why it didn't kill you?
GUNN OK, before ol' Numero Cinco bolted on the bus, did
he drop any details about how he and his brothers defeated this Aztec
thing?
ANGEL Wes, did you ever hear that the devil built a
robot?
WESLEY El Diablo Robotico.(nods) Why?
ANGEL Nobody ever tells me anything.
GUNN I'm gonna go check with my guys in contracts.
(walks toward the door)
WESLEY Gunn, this should take precedence.
GUNN Relax. It's warrior-related. I got to thinking, if
this Aztec demon got back to come back after 50 years, maybe it made
some kind of supernatural deal with something. And if there's a deal,
might be a contract.(walks out)
WESLEY Angel, what Gunn said about your heart—the
dried-up bit—I don't think that's the problem.
ANGEL But you do see a problem?
WESLEY It's the work.
ANGEL Oh, yeah. The 18-hour days, the constant slaying of
evil, and the being shish-kebabed to a Chevy.
WESLEY I didn't say you weren't working. I'm just saying
your heart's not in the work.
ANGEL Well, yeah, you know, I've been feeling a little
bit, uh...(stands, walks across the room)
WESLEY Disconnected. Yes, I've heard. But I think it's
more serious than that. You blame your melancholy on your new
position, but I don't think it's about the type of work. I think it's
because you've lost hope that the work has meaning.
ANGEL (flips through files) Of course it has meaning.
We save people's lives.
WESLEY I'm not talking about them. I'm talking about you.
It's lost meaning for you. Spike says you no longer believe in the
Shanshu prophecy.
ANGEL (Sighs, looks at Wes)Of course not. The
prophecies are nonsense. You know that. Oh, come on, Wes, after
everything we've seen the past couple of years? "The father will kill
the son."
WESLEY What are you talking about?
ANGEL Look, we're getting the work done. As long as I
keep doing what I do, doesn't matter if I believe in the Shanshu or
any other prophecy.
WESLEY I'm sorry, Angel, but nothing matters more. Hope:
It's the only thing that will sustain you, that will keep you from
ending up like Number 5.
ANGEL (telephone rings, Angel answers)Yeah.
(hangs up) It's Fred. She's got something.
Cut to: INT. SCIENCE LABORATORY - NIGHT Angel looks at the results of
Fred's tests on her computer screen. Spike and Wesley are there as
well.
ANGEL So it's eating the hearts of heroes, and their
blood is what keeps it alive.
FRED Yeah, but it does more than that. It acts like a
kind of supercharged rocket fuel. Makes it, you know...
WESLEY Nigh invulnerable.
SPIKE Oh, I could kill it. I mean, ghostiness to the
contrary. Well, come on, lads. Everything has an Achilles heel.
ANGEL And you just so happen to know this creature's
Achilles heel?
SPIKE Well, I wager it's the heart.
FRED (looks at her computer screen) You see that in
the science?
SPIKE No, luv, in the poetry. We're dealing with a mythic
creature here, a kill-or-be-killed kind of creature. If I was gonna
kill something that was trying to take my heart, I'd try to bloody
well take its heart first.
GUNN (walks into the room) And you'd be doing the
right thing. That'd stop it for the time being.
ANGEL Time being?
GUNN Yeah. He's kinda got a get-out-of-jail-free card.
It's in his contract.
FRED Contract?
GUNN Figure of speech. Curse, hex, any shady supernatural
deal— Wolfram & Hart has a record of it. Tezcatcatl was one of the
Aztecs' most powerful warriors. He forged a mystical talisman that
would harness the power of their sun God, make him supernova powerful.
But he got found out, was sentenced to die on the Aztec version of day
of the dead.
WESLEY So he made a mystical deal.
GUNN Yeah, it was pretty clever, really. He had their
shaman put a curse on him to return from the dead every 50 years. Been
doing it for centuries. Usually, that'd be a bad thing, but, in his
case, it brings him back so he can keep searching for the talisman.
FRED Any idea what happened to the talisman?
GUNN It was given to a great hero in charge of protecting
it.
ANGEL Which gets passed down through the generations so
each time this demon returns, it's searching for that talisman.
SPIKE And if it finds it, the demon becomes sun-God
powerful, and you sods become a series of hearty snacks.
WESLEY Is there a drawing of it?
GUNN Negative. All I know is that it's gold, about the
size of a quarter, and has the sun and some other spooky mumbo-jumbo
carved into it.
Angel flashes back to the small gold medallion on Number 5's shrine.
He runs out of the room in a hurry.SPIKE Oh, see! Drama queen.
Cut to: INT. APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT Angel knocks on Number 5's
apartment door, and when no one answers, he enters, finding it
empty.
Cut to: EXT. CEMETERY - NIGHT The shrine flowers, pictures, and candles
have been moved to the gravesite of the four dead brothers. Number 5
performs a spell.
NUMBER 5 Tezcatcatl... ven. Yo te espero. Come. I wait
for you.
ANGEL Won't work, you know. You want the Aztec warrior to
come, to kill you so you can be with your brothers, but... he won't.
NUMBER 5 He will be here. I summoned him.
ANGEL Maybe. But he won't kill you... or me.(pats
his chest) Missing the secret ingredient. Now give me the talisman,
and I'll leave you to your misery.
NUMBER 5 I don't have it.(sips coffee)
ANGEL (objects clatter and fall as Angel looks hastily
through the shrine)Where is it?
NUMBER 5 You are one strange man, Señor Angel.
ANGEL I'm not the one in a mask standing in a cemetery in
the middle of the night.
NUMBER 5 No. But you will be.(toasts Angel with his
coffee)
ANGEL (roughly pats down Number 5 looking for the
talisman) You want this thing to punch your ticket, fine. But I'm
not gonna let it get the talisman.
NUMBER 5 Say you stop it. Then what? In 50 years it's
back, and nothing has changed.
ANGEL (holds Number 5 by the lapels) Give it to me.
The demon is walking through the graveyard toward them.NUMBER 5 You were right about Tezcatcatl not wanting to
kill me, that I am not a hero, so I had to find a way to fool him, to
make myself worthy. I swallowed the talisman. If he wants it, he will
have to cut it out of me.(throws Angel into a nearby
headstone) You want your talisman?Pues, ven y tomalo. Esta en
mi panza.SUBTITLE: Come and get it. It's in my
belly. (face to face with the demon now) Don't you remember?
I'm the hombre who destroyed you last time. Come on. It's in here.
(points to his belly) Come and get it.
The demon punches Number 5, who falls down. He stands up, arms out,
and speaks to the demon.NUMBER 5 That's it. Again.
Angel stands and grabs a rod from an iron gate. The demon walks
toward Number 5 with his sword pointed at the man's gut, but Angel uses
the rod to knock him away before he can kill Number 5.ANGEL Not gonna make it that easy for you.(pushes
Number 5 away, fights the demon) We already did this little dance,
remember?
The demon pushes Angel down, and Number 5 engages the demon in a
swordfight, leading them away from Angel.NUMBER 5 If you're looking for heroes, you're wasting
your time.
The demon sticks his sword into Number 5's stomach, causing him to
double over in pain. ANGEL No!(stands, pushes the demon away from Number
5) It's time I taught you something.
Number 5 stumbles toward the graves of his brothers, holding his
hand to his bloody stomach wound. He falls against the headstone, wiping
his bloody hand down the face of the headstone as he collapses to the
ground. While Angel fights the demon, Number 5 bleeds on the ground at his
brothers' grave. The demon knocks Angel to the ground near the graves, and
suddenly hands reach out of the graves.
Fade to black.
ACT IV:
EXT. CEMETERY - NIGHT Resume. Angel sees the hands reach out of
the ground and stands in fright. One by one, the Number Brothers climb out
of their graves. Number 1 wearing his gold mask, Number 2 wearing his green
mask, Number 3 wearing his silver mask, and Number 4 wearing his red mask.
The brothers pop their necks and rotate their shoulders, realigning their
bodies after years in the grave.
NUMBER 5 Mis hermanos.
The demon snarls at the brothers.ALL (clap their hands once) !Andale!
The brothers do acrobatics as they make their way to the little iron
fence, and they each take a rod from it as they head to fight the demon.
Angel watches them all go past.NUMBER 4 (stops, turns to Angel) Amigo... andale.
(goes toward the demon, iron rod in
hand)
Angel picks up an iron rod from the ground. The Number Brothers
fight the demon, and Angel joins in with a punch here and there. The
brothers work together to form a step for one to spring from toward the
demon. Reminiscent of their wrestling moves, the jumper lands on the neck
of the demonANGEL We're trying to kill it, not pin it.
The jumper back-flips so forcefully that he propels the demon into
the air as well, landing him face-down in the dirt. The brothers turn him
over, face-up, and pin him at each hand and foot. ANGEL OK. Pinning works.(drives the iron rod through
the demon's heart, causing it to growl and die, turning to
dust) (looks toward the headstone, seeing Number 5) Hey.
NUMBER 5 Mis hermanos, they came back.
ANGEL Because you're worthy. You proved it.
NUMBER 5 Maybe. But still the demon did not want my
heart.
ANGEL He didn't want mine, either.
NUMBER 5 Of course not, amigo. Who would want that
dried-up walnut of a dead thing?(Coughs)...c-coffee...
ANGEL Coffee? You want coffee?
NUMBER 5 !Estupido! The talisman. It's in...(points,
groans) (Angel dumps the coffee out of the thermos and finds the
talisman inside) I may not be a hero, but I am not a fool.
Number 5 passes away. His brothers pick him up and carry him away as
Angel watches until they are gone.
Cut to: INT. WESLEY'S OFFICE - NIGHT Back at Wolfram and Hart, Angel
hands the talisman to Wesley. Spike, Fred, and Gunn are also waiting in his
office.
ANGEL See if you can put this someplace safe.
WESLEY Angel, are you OK? I know you've been feeling—
ANGEL I'm fine. Got the job done. That's what's
important. It's been a long day. See you guys in the morning.
(walks away)
FRED So number 5, he jumped in and helped at the end?
ANGEL He died a hero.
Everyone leaves.
Cut to: INT. WESLEY'S OFFICE - NIGHT Later, after everyone else is gone,
Angel goes back upstairs and wanders the offices. He stops in Wesley's
office, walks up to the table where the magic books are kept, and picks up
the prophecy book.
ANGEL (whispering to the book) "Shansu prophecy,
English translation."(opens the book, and text appears on the
page; Angel reads it)
Fade to black.
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