Serenity From Hell
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FRED (reading the reports) Mini epidemic here in L.A. 11 children between the ages of 5 and 8 hospitalized due to collapse over the last 3 weeks. None of them have woken up. I'm working under the assumption that this thing is mystical in nature. KNOX Oh, why's that? Fred takes a picture from the report and shows it to Knox. The picture shows a child in the same position as Tommy—his hands are up beside his face, which is frozen in an eerie smile. KNOX Right. Could be the Joker. (Fred glares at him disapprovingly) From the comic books? Just trying to think outside the box
ANGEL (not facing Wesley, uptight, concerned) She asked me to breakfast. WESLEY Breakfast. (nods, looks up from his papers) Right. How did you respond? (looks back over his papers) ANGEL Well... of course, I—ahem— ignored it completely, changed the subject, and locked her in a cage. (paces, turns toward Wes) WESLEY
WESLEY Get over it! ANGEL Why are you yelling at me? WESLEY Because! (softer) Angel... if there's a woman out there... who you find truly attractive, who you think about, let's say, most of the time, who represents even part of what you think makes the world worth fighting for and who doesn't view you as an entirely sexless shoulder to lean on...you have to do something about it. ANGEL Who are we talking about here? WESLEY (looks down, the looks over Angel's shoulder toward the door) Fred.
LORNE Oh, the signals are there, jefe, loud and clear. Nina definitely wants a piece of Angel cake. ANGEL (rubs his forehead) Lorne? Can we get back to the job?
FRED Oh, my God! (rushes to Angel's side) Angel, you're... (shrugs and smiles) cute! PUPPET ANGEL (turns away, holds his hand up) Fred, don't. FRED (bends over to inspect Angel's new form excitedly) Oh, but the little hands! And the hair... (scratches his head) PUPPET ANGEL (snaps) Hey! You're fired. (Fred frowns)
LORNE (shrugs) Maybe it's some type of puppet cancer. PUPPET ANGEL (through gritted teeth) I do not have puppet cancer! Come on, guys. This is a serious situation. I'm a puppet, and there are children's lives at... (gasps as he glances at the clock) Hey, it's Smile Time! (hurries out of his chair toward the television set; tries to turn on the TV via remote control) Hmm... (grumbles as he fumbles with the buttons; beats the remote on the table petulantly) Stupid plastic piece of crap! (panting, notices everyone's staring at him) What?
LORNE Angel, baby... Muppet, pumpkin, uh, this show is number one in its time slot. Tykes love it all across the Southland. We can't just toss a Jihad at their studio. PUPPET ANGEL (calmer now) Oh. Right. Lorne, who runs "Smile Time"?
NINA Um... is there a reason why you won't look at me? PUPPET ANGEL 'Cause I'm under my desk.
PUPPET ANGEL (anxiously) Spike... SPIKE (staring) Look at you. PUPPET ANGEL (gesturing with his hands) Just turn around and walk away. SPIKE (still staring) You're a— PUPPET ANGEL Spike! SPIKE (starts laughing uncontrollably) You're a bloody puppet!
HARMONY (watches Angel, confused) Um... Spike walks toward Harmony's desk. PUPPET ANGEL And Spike needs a car. SPIKE (to Harmony) You heard the puppet.
GROOFUS PUPPET Cool. 'Cause I've been workin' on this great new song about the difference between analogy and metaphor? (Polo throws his coffee mug at Groofus, hitting him in the head) Man! POLO PUPPET Are you out of your mind?! GROOFUS PUPPET Well, we want it to be good, don't we? POLO PUPPET We eat babies' lives! GROOFUS PUPPET And uphold a certain standard of quality edu-tainment.
LORNE My little prince! (Angel groans and collapses; Lorne goes to his side) Ohh... what did they do to you? (picks up Angel in his arms) PUPPET ANGEL Nina... tried to... eat me. LORNE (yells out) Medic! (to Angel) You're gonna make it, Angel. Just don't stop fighting. (yells out) Doctor! Is there a Geppetto in the house?!
FRED They've done this before? GUNN You see the last few seasons of "Happy Days"? Point is—you wanna take out "Smile Time", take out the puppets. ANGEL PUPPET (walks back to his desk) Well, then... (takes a sword off the wall, removes it from its scabbard) Let's take out some puppets.
POLO PUPPET I'm gonna tear you a new puppet hole, bitch! (punches Angel; Angel overpowers him, pushes him to the ground and starts choking him) (gasps) So... you got a little demon in you. ANGEL PUPPET I got a lot of demon in me. (his forehead goes all bumpy and his fangs descend) (Polo gasps in fright) Now, come on!
NINA (laughs) What do puppets eat? PUPPET ANGEL Let's find out.
FRED (searching his expression) Haven't you been... sensing anything lately... about me... coming from me? Uh... didn't occur to you that... something might have changed? That—I'm looking at you in a different— Oh, screw it. (puts her hands on either side of his face and kisses him on the lips) (steps back, looks in his eyes) WESLEY Um... FRED That was a signal. OK? Is that... clear enough for you? WESLEY (drops his blazer, looks into her eyes and smiles) Not even close. (kisses Fred more passionately; they put their arms around each other)