Post by VampSlayer on Oct 16, 2008 21:01:28 GMT -5
((Lines I added are missing, so scenes are a but hard to tell apart at the beginning. :/))
Lockley
KATE: Are you okay?
ANGEL: What?
KATE: No, no, nothing. Sorry.
ANGEL: No. Am I okay?
KATE: Well you just looked...bad. Not that you look bad, you look very nice... I think I'm just going to have my drink.
ANGEL: Thanks.
KATE: For thinking you look bad, or thinking you look good?
ANGEL: You choose. I'm Angel.
KATE: I'm--I'm Kate. (...)
KATE: So do you come here a lot?
ANGEL: First time. It's really...
KATE: Easy? Yeah. I prefer those cool bars that are hard to get into, but I can't get into them. Anyway, this is close to home. So, did you--did you just stop in?
ANGEL: I'm sort of looking for someone.
KATE: I'm sorry, if I am keeping you...
ANGEL: No, no, no, I'm just looking for someone to...rescue? Are you maybe in need of some...rescuing?
KATE: Well, that's the strangest line I'm going to hear tonight.
ANGEL : No, it's not a line. I'm...
KATE: Oh, I didn't mean... That was harsh.
ANGEL: No, hey, you know--I'm not very good at this...talking.
KATE: Well, I'm the expert. I'm sure you can see. Well, the answer is no, I don't need rescuing. I gave up on the knight in shining armor concept a while ago. Anyway I don't expect to find him here at the international house of posers.
ANGEL: People can surprise you.
KATE: I sound like a big hypocrite, don't I? Ragging on this place, I still come here most every night. How else are you going to meet somebody outside of work? It's either this, or sit at home alone in the dark.
ANGEL: Hmm. Wouldn't want that.
KATE: So...what do you do?
ANGEL: Do?
KATE: For a living.
ANGEL: I...ah...well, basically I, um, I help... I'm a veterinarian.
KATE: Really. Well, I always say a man that loves animals, is a man you can trust.
(...)
KATE: I guess I just...I just have a hard time, you know...trusting people. Male people particularly. In a place like this, it's not like anyone is just going to come up to you and show you who they really are. Everybody is too busy to get, I don't know, whatever it is they are looking for.
ANGEL: What are you looking for?
KATE: Depends on how many Daiquiris I've had. Oh, god, way to come off like a drunken slut. Slut's better then a hypocrite though, right? I'm moving up.
ANGEL: Kind of hard on yourself.
KATE: That's me, a self-flagellating hypocrite slut. What was your question?
ANGEL: What are you looking for?
KATE: I guess I'm just trying to make a connection. The more I come to places like this the harder it gets. What about you?
ANGEL: I honestly don't know. But I'll know it when I see it.
KATE: Would you? I'm sorry. Forget it.
ANGEL: What?
KATE: I was just going to ask you...if you would like to go some place...more quiet.
ANGEL: Um, I can't. I have got to stay here.
KATE: Right.
ANGEL: I would...
KATE: No, that's okay.
ANGEL: This has to stop. You have to stop.
SCREECH: I will, when I find the right one. The one I can stay with.
ANGEL: The right body? What's wrong with this one?
SCREECH: Nothing, yet. It's new and different. It's great...but it won't last. I already know it's not the I can live in.
ANGEL: Well, then it'll have to be the one you die in.
(They fight. The Screech overpowers Angel and leaves. Kate runs into the apartment.)
ANGEL: Kate, what are you doing here?
(They both look over at Sharon.)
ANGEL: Look, I know what this looks like.
KATE: (aiming a gun at his face and pulling out a police badge) So do I.
(...)
KATE: (putting her badge back away) LAPD. You have the right to...
KATE: I shot him. Three times. I know I did. And he got up. (aims her gun at Angel) If I pull this trigger, are you gonna get up, too? What are you?
ANGEL: You already know the answer, Kate. Details have been left out of the press reports. Something you held back. Isn’t that right?
KATE: What do you know about it?
ANGEL: Puncture wounds. The victims have all been drained of their blood, haven’t they?
KATE: And should I trust you more, or less because you happen to know that?
ANGEL: You’re not gonna stop him, Kate, not like this.
KATE: What do you mean?
ANGEL: It’s gonna take direct sunlight, decapitation, - or a stake through the heart.
KATE: You’re telling me children’s stories.
ANGEL: I’m telling you the truth.
KATE: No. I don’t believe you.
ANGEL: I know you don’t. Even after what you saw you won’t let yourself, which is why you’ll lose.
KATE: Enough.
(Angel burns himself on Kate's cross to demonstrate)
ANGEL: No, you haven’t heard a word, and you won’t. Not now, not yet. Because there are some things in this world you’re just not ready to face.
ANGEL: Hi. Can I come in?
KATE: Oh, that’s right. You have to be invited in, don’t you?
ANGEL: You’ve been doing your homework.
KATE: Wanna quiz me? I’m just full of fun facts. For instance, I learned that your friend has been in LA before, did you know that? Yeah, at least twice. Once in 1929 and again in 1963. Oh and there is something in Boston in 1908. I think he was there, too.
ANGEL: So you believe me?
KATE: Yes, I believe you.
ANGEL: Good, because he's planning something...
KATE: Angelus. Isn’t that what he called you? Angelus? I looked it up. It’s all right there. The demon with the face of an angel. A particularly brutal bastard by all accounts. Oh, and no, you *can’t* come in.
ANGEL: I can’t make up for the past, Kate, I know that.
KATE: No you can’t. In fact all of this what’s happening now, is really because of you. You made him, didn’t you?
ANGEL: Let me help end it, please?
KATE: Please. Now there's a word I imagine you heard quite a lot in your time. Please... no... don’t? Thanks for the offer, but I don’t *need* your help. I know what to do. Drive a stake right through the son of a bitch’s heart. And when that happens I suggest you don’t be there. Because the next time we meet I’ll do the same to *you*.
(Slams the door in his face. )
DETECTIVE: So we're gonna stake out Angel’s place? How many men do you want?
KATE: Lots. We’ll be working in rotating teams...
PENN: This is a terrible likeness of me. Uh, the mouth, it’s all wrong!
(...)
KATE: What are you going to do?
PENN: Well, first I thought I’d stop everything and tell you my plan. Or better yet (throws her against a wall) why don’t I just show you? Ah, smell that fear. Makes the blood sweeter. You know who taught me that?
KATE: I’m not afraid to die.
PENN: Oh, I’m not going to kill you. But when I’m finished, Angel will.
ANGEL: Bus full of school children, Penn? You really thought I was gonna fall for that?
PENN: Well, you could have.
ANGEL: Nah, too original.
(Kate splashes some Holy Water into Penn’s face.)
PENN: Well, you were right about one thing, Angelus. The last 200 years *has* been about me sticking it to my father. But I’ve come to realize something. It’s you! You made me! You taught me! You approved of me in ways my mortal father never did! You are my real father, Angelus.
ANGEL: Fine! (Slams him into the ground) You’re grounded.
(they fight some more)
PENN: You forget your own lessons, old teacher: Never give up the advantage, remember? Living among them has made you *weak*! It sickens me to think that there was a time you would have done whatever was necessary.
(Kate rams the piece of wood through Angel’s stomach and up into Penn’s heart.)
ANGEL: (gasping) You missed.
KATE: No, I didn’t.
(pulls the wood out of Angel)
ANGEL: Blood sacrifices, black masses, totems... I don't know what it means, but it's happening all over town. I mean, it could be a raising, but, you know... I - I really don't know. I mean the prayers, the rituals, I think they're too generic for that, you know, boilerplate. They could be preparing the way for something.
KATE: Maybe they're just trying to make it rain. Why is this *so* important to you?
ANGEL: Because it's important to them. (Meaning Wolfram & Hart.)
KATE: Oh right! And therefore it *must* be stopped.
ANGEL: Kate, look, I need your help. I don't have the resources...
KATE: My help? You need *my* help?
ANGEL: Yeah. - (Sighs) - At the very least they're butchering animals without a permit. You can get them on that.
KATE: No, I can't. I can't get them on anything, Angel. I'm on desk duty pending a hearing on Friday.
ANGEL: Hearing?
KATE: You remember Atkinson? The captain at the two-three? He's blaming me for granting access to some lunatic who broke into his office and beat the ever holy crap out of him. He's filed a formal complaint.
ANGEL: He was raising zombie cops and setting them loose on the streets.
KATE: And I'm sure once I explain that to Internal Affairs this will all just go away. They've just been *looking* for an excuse... And you know what they say about *me*. I am a cop. That is all I've ever... I can't take a suspension... I would just...
ANGEL: I'm sorry.
KATE: Are you? (Opens a drawer and pulls out a file) Because they might just want to know about this, too. (She drops one picture after another onto the desk: the corpses in the wine cellar at Wolfram & Hart.)
ANGEL: You had nothing to do with that.
KATE: Didn't I?
ANGEL: No.
KATE: Hmm, so it's funny how these dead people were threatened by an intruder at their offices. An intruder *I* picked up and released on the street three hours before the complaintants were found massacred.
ANGEL: You know who's responsible for that.
KATE: Yeah. But I can't figure out though is why forensics is telling me now that it looks like the suspect or suspects *didn't* break in. They had to break out. The victims were locked in that wine cellar with their attackers and I think I am *done* helping you now.
ANGEL: Kate. Kate! Kate, open the door! Kate! (She's lying on the floor, a whiskey bottle and scattered pills around her. He kicks in the door and enters.) Kate. (He checks to see she's alive, takes her into the shower fully clothed, revives her.) All right. Cough. All right. That's it. Come on.
(Holds her against him as she coughs, resting his face against the top of her head for a moment.)
(Segue to a dry and lucid Kate.)
KATE: Thanks. - Now get out.
(She walks past him. He just stands there.)
KATE: I feel like such an idiot.
ANGEL: A lot of that going around.
KATE: I just couldn't... My whole life has been about being a cop. If I'm not part of the force it's like nothing I do means anything.
ANGEL: It doesn't.
KATE: Doesn't what?
ANGEL: Mean anything. In the greater scheme or the big picture, nothing we do matters. There's no grand plan, no big win.
KATE: You seem kind of chipper about that.
ANGEL: Well, I guess I kinda worked it out. If there is no great glorious end to all this, if nothing we do matters, then all that matters is what we do. 'cause that's all there is. What we do, now, today. - I fought for so long. For redemption, for a reward, finally just to beat the other guy, but... I never got it.
KATE: And now you do?
ANGEL: Not all of it. All I wanna do is help. I wanna help because I don't think people should suffer, as they do. Because, if there is no bigger meaning, then the smallest act of kindness is the greatest thing in the world.
KATE: Yikes. It sounds like you had an epiphany.
ANGEL: I keep saying that. But nobody's listening.
KATE: Well, I'm pretty much convinced, since I'm alive to be convinced.
ANGEL: You know you don't have to be a cop to be...
KATE: I'm okay. Anyway, I'm *not* headed towards another pillathon. - I'm very grateful. I never thought you'd come for me, but... I got cut a huge break and I believe... I don't know what I believe, but I have faith. I think maybe we're not alone in this.
ANGEL: Why?
KATE: Because I never invited you in.
KATE(NARRATING) : Yes, my life was a mess. Befriending a vampire, obsessing over the supernatural at one point, my father being killed, almost killing myself from an overdose, getting frired from my job as a detective. Yes, my life was *shit*. I spent all of my time as a sidekick… not even that important. My story begins here, my *real* life.
Lockley :
First Episode Cast :
Elisabeth Röhm as Kate Lockley
Adam Baldwin as Jacob Trimer
David Boreanaz as Angel (Flashbacks)
James Charles Leary as Clement “Clem”
(Kate walks into a alley way, with a man following close behind her. She walks forward, until she reaches wall. Her partner catches up to her. He sticks his pocket knife in his pocket.)
KATE : *Jacob*. No need for weapons. We are only here to meet someone. They say that they have a ‘problem’. It’s *really* quit stupid. I can’t believe you had our flyers say, “We’ll have anything you need. Demon, ghost, whatever you are, we have what you need.” This job is just too… stupid…
JACOB : But we *do* have almost anything. So what if this *one* job is boring, we just helped a demon kill a group of angry monsters that were after him.
KATE : Just wait until you see what this one is needing done. (Sigh)
(She and Jacob walk straight into the wall. They are phased into a bar. There are left standing in front of a stage. On stage is a band playing their best song.)
KATE : They’re good… Too bad they’re ugly demons…
JACOB : I’m beginning to get used to all of this stuff. The demons, I mean. I think we are making them all like humanity a bit more every time we help one of them out. And-- … Is this a *gay* bar?!
KATE : I don’t know! You think I go to gay, demon bars in my time off of work?!
JACOB : I thought you may know, you’re the one who talked to this guy!
KATE : He just said to go here, and meet him. He said that we would find him right away… We just have to look for a pale, flap-- … Found him…
(Kate walks to a demon, standing in the corner with his back to them.)
JACOB : … So, you *do* come here in your spare time?
KATE : Shut up!
(They stop a few feet from the demon.)
JACOB : He’s on the phone, tap his shoulder.
KATE : You do it! I’m not touching him!
JACOB : Fine… Is there a stick I can use to poke him with?
KATE : Just do it!
(Jacob quickly taps the demon’s shoulder.)
DEMON : Oops! They’re here. I’ll talk to you later… (Sigh) Yes, I will… *Bye*
(The demon turned to see the two humans behind him.)
CLEM : Yay! You came! Do you have the… ‘stuff?’
KATE : Um… Yes… Here…
(Kate pulls out a bottle of skin cream, and tosses it to the floppy eared, flappy skinned demon. He tries to catch it, but it falls through his hands.)
CLEM : Ouch. Next time *hand* it to me, please.
KATE : Yes… Well, um… Clern?
CLEM : Clem*.
KATE : Right. Well, Clem, this is my partner in crime, Jacob Trimer.
CLEM : Nice to meet you both. Now… you *did* agree to that other—
KATE : Yes! *Jacob* did. Ill leave you two to go ahead and… Just tell him, my dear demon friend.
(Kate walks away, and up to a stool, where she sits to watch Jacob and Clem.)
JACOB : (Sighs) What did she get me into?
CLEM : She said that you would rub this skin cream on my back, I cant reach some areas.
KATE : (Chuckles)
JACOB : Right… How much are you paying us, again?
CLEM : A lot. I *really* need this stuff.
JACOB : No kidding… (Sighs once more) Com’on…
(Clem leads Jacob back into a room.)
JACOB : (Shouting) No creepy stuff!
KATE : (Shouting after them) Have *FUN*!
(Kate’s words, “Fun” echo.)
(A man and a young woman are running down the streets of L.A. The run down a alley way(same one as Kate and Jacob). The man leads the girl into the hidden demon bar.)
MAN : This way!
GIRL : They’ll catch us…
MAN : No!
GIRL : Yes… They will… I’m never wrong…
(To Be Continued)
Lockley
KATE: Are you okay?
ANGEL: What?
KATE: No, no, nothing. Sorry.
ANGEL: No. Am I okay?
KATE: Well you just looked...bad. Not that you look bad, you look very nice... I think I'm just going to have my drink.
ANGEL: Thanks.
KATE: For thinking you look bad, or thinking you look good?
ANGEL: You choose. I'm Angel.
KATE: I'm--I'm Kate. (...)
KATE: So do you come here a lot?
ANGEL: First time. It's really...
KATE: Easy? Yeah. I prefer those cool bars that are hard to get into, but I can't get into them. Anyway, this is close to home. So, did you--did you just stop in?
ANGEL: I'm sort of looking for someone.
KATE: I'm sorry, if I am keeping you...
ANGEL: No, no, no, I'm just looking for someone to...rescue? Are you maybe in need of some...rescuing?
KATE: Well, that's the strangest line I'm going to hear tonight.
ANGEL : No, it's not a line. I'm...
KATE: Oh, I didn't mean... That was harsh.
ANGEL: No, hey, you know--I'm not very good at this...talking.
KATE: Well, I'm the expert. I'm sure you can see. Well, the answer is no, I don't need rescuing. I gave up on the knight in shining armor concept a while ago. Anyway I don't expect to find him here at the international house of posers.
ANGEL: People can surprise you.
KATE: I sound like a big hypocrite, don't I? Ragging on this place, I still come here most every night. How else are you going to meet somebody outside of work? It's either this, or sit at home alone in the dark.
ANGEL: Hmm. Wouldn't want that.
KATE: So...what do you do?
ANGEL: Do?
KATE: For a living.
ANGEL: I...ah...well, basically I, um, I help... I'm a veterinarian.
KATE: Really. Well, I always say a man that loves animals, is a man you can trust.
(...)
KATE: I guess I just...I just have a hard time, you know...trusting people. Male people particularly. In a place like this, it's not like anyone is just going to come up to you and show you who they really are. Everybody is too busy to get, I don't know, whatever it is they are looking for.
ANGEL: What are you looking for?
KATE: Depends on how many Daiquiris I've had. Oh, god, way to come off like a drunken slut. Slut's better then a hypocrite though, right? I'm moving up.
ANGEL: Kind of hard on yourself.
KATE: That's me, a self-flagellating hypocrite slut. What was your question?
ANGEL: What are you looking for?
KATE: I guess I'm just trying to make a connection. The more I come to places like this the harder it gets. What about you?
ANGEL: I honestly don't know. But I'll know it when I see it.
KATE: Would you? I'm sorry. Forget it.
ANGEL: What?
KATE: I was just going to ask you...if you would like to go some place...more quiet.
ANGEL: Um, I can't. I have got to stay here.
KATE: Right.
ANGEL: I would...
KATE: No, that's okay.
ANGEL: This has to stop. You have to stop.
SCREECH: I will, when I find the right one. The one I can stay with.
ANGEL: The right body? What's wrong with this one?
SCREECH: Nothing, yet. It's new and different. It's great...but it won't last. I already know it's not the I can live in.
ANGEL: Well, then it'll have to be the one you die in.
(They fight. The Screech overpowers Angel and leaves. Kate runs into the apartment.)
ANGEL: Kate, what are you doing here?
(They both look over at Sharon.)
ANGEL: Look, I know what this looks like.
KATE: (aiming a gun at his face and pulling out a police badge) So do I.
(...)
KATE: (putting her badge back away) LAPD. You have the right to...
KATE: I shot him. Three times. I know I did. And he got up. (aims her gun at Angel) If I pull this trigger, are you gonna get up, too? What are you?
ANGEL: You already know the answer, Kate. Details have been left out of the press reports. Something you held back. Isn’t that right?
KATE: What do you know about it?
ANGEL: Puncture wounds. The victims have all been drained of their blood, haven’t they?
KATE: And should I trust you more, or less because you happen to know that?
ANGEL: You’re not gonna stop him, Kate, not like this.
KATE: What do you mean?
ANGEL: It’s gonna take direct sunlight, decapitation, - or a stake through the heart.
KATE: You’re telling me children’s stories.
ANGEL: I’m telling you the truth.
KATE: No. I don’t believe you.
ANGEL: I know you don’t. Even after what you saw you won’t let yourself, which is why you’ll lose.
KATE: Enough.
(Angel burns himself on Kate's cross to demonstrate)
ANGEL: No, you haven’t heard a word, and you won’t. Not now, not yet. Because there are some things in this world you’re just not ready to face.
ANGEL: Hi. Can I come in?
KATE: Oh, that’s right. You have to be invited in, don’t you?
ANGEL: You’ve been doing your homework.
KATE: Wanna quiz me? I’m just full of fun facts. For instance, I learned that your friend has been in LA before, did you know that? Yeah, at least twice. Once in 1929 and again in 1963. Oh and there is something in Boston in 1908. I think he was there, too.
ANGEL: So you believe me?
KATE: Yes, I believe you.
ANGEL: Good, because he's planning something...
KATE: Angelus. Isn’t that what he called you? Angelus? I looked it up. It’s all right there. The demon with the face of an angel. A particularly brutal bastard by all accounts. Oh, and no, you *can’t* come in.
ANGEL: I can’t make up for the past, Kate, I know that.
KATE: No you can’t. In fact all of this what’s happening now, is really because of you. You made him, didn’t you?
ANGEL: Let me help end it, please?
KATE: Please. Now there's a word I imagine you heard quite a lot in your time. Please... no... don’t? Thanks for the offer, but I don’t *need* your help. I know what to do. Drive a stake right through the son of a bitch’s heart. And when that happens I suggest you don’t be there. Because the next time we meet I’ll do the same to *you*.
(Slams the door in his face. )
DETECTIVE: So we're gonna stake out Angel’s place? How many men do you want?
KATE: Lots. We’ll be working in rotating teams...
PENN: This is a terrible likeness of me. Uh, the mouth, it’s all wrong!
(...)
KATE: What are you going to do?
PENN: Well, first I thought I’d stop everything and tell you my plan. Or better yet (throws her against a wall) why don’t I just show you? Ah, smell that fear. Makes the blood sweeter. You know who taught me that?
KATE: I’m not afraid to die.
PENN: Oh, I’m not going to kill you. But when I’m finished, Angel will.
ANGEL: Bus full of school children, Penn? You really thought I was gonna fall for that?
PENN: Well, you could have.
ANGEL: Nah, too original.
(Kate splashes some Holy Water into Penn’s face.)
PENN: Well, you were right about one thing, Angelus. The last 200 years *has* been about me sticking it to my father. But I’ve come to realize something. It’s you! You made me! You taught me! You approved of me in ways my mortal father never did! You are my real father, Angelus.
ANGEL: Fine! (Slams him into the ground) You’re grounded.
(they fight some more)
PENN: You forget your own lessons, old teacher: Never give up the advantage, remember? Living among them has made you *weak*! It sickens me to think that there was a time you would have done whatever was necessary.
(Kate rams the piece of wood through Angel’s stomach and up into Penn’s heart.)
ANGEL: (gasping) You missed.
KATE: No, I didn’t.
(pulls the wood out of Angel)
ANGEL: Blood sacrifices, black masses, totems... I don't know what it means, but it's happening all over town. I mean, it could be a raising, but, you know... I - I really don't know. I mean the prayers, the rituals, I think they're too generic for that, you know, boilerplate. They could be preparing the way for something.
KATE: Maybe they're just trying to make it rain. Why is this *so* important to you?
ANGEL: Because it's important to them. (Meaning Wolfram & Hart.)
KATE: Oh right! And therefore it *must* be stopped.
ANGEL: Kate, look, I need your help. I don't have the resources...
KATE: My help? You need *my* help?
ANGEL: Yeah. - (Sighs) - At the very least they're butchering animals without a permit. You can get them on that.
KATE: No, I can't. I can't get them on anything, Angel. I'm on desk duty pending a hearing on Friday.
ANGEL: Hearing?
KATE: You remember Atkinson? The captain at the two-three? He's blaming me for granting access to some lunatic who broke into his office and beat the ever holy crap out of him. He's filed a formal complaint.
ANGEL: He was raising zombie cops and setting them loose on the streets.
KATE: And I'm sure once I explain that to Internal Affairs this will all just go away. They've just been *looking* for an excuse... And you know what they say about *me*. I am a cop. That is all I've ever... I can't take a suspension... I would just...
ANGEL: I'm sorry.
KATE: Are you? (Opens a drawer and pulls out a file) Because they might just want to know about this, too. (She drops one picture after another onto the desk: the corpses in the wine cellar at Wolfram & Hart.)
ANGEL: You had nothing to do with that.
KATE: Didn't I?
ANGEL: No.
KATE: Hmm, so it's funny how these dead people were threatened by an intruder at their offices. An intruder *I* picked up and released on the street three hours before the complaintants were found massacred.
ANGEL: You know who's responsible for that.
KATE: Yeah. But I can't figure out though is why forensics is telling me now that it looks like the suspect or suspects *didn't* break in. They had to break out. The victims were locked in that wine cellar with their attackers and I think I am *done* helping you now.
ANGEL: Kate. Kate! Kate, open the door! Kate! (She's lying on the floor, a whiskey bottle and scattered pills around her. He kicks in the door and enters.) Kate. (He checks to see she's alive, takes her into the shower fully clothed, revives her.) All right. Cough. All right. That's it. Come on.
(Holds her against him as she coughs, resting his face against the top of her head for a moment.)
(Segue to a dry and lucid Kate.)
KATE: Thanks. - Now get out.
(She walks past him. He just stands there.)
KATE: I feel like such an idiot.
ANGEL: A lot of that going around.
KATE: I just couldn't... My whole life has been about being a cop. If I'm not part of the force it's like nothing I do means anything.
ANGEL: It doesn't.
KATE: Doesn't what?
ANGEL: Mean anything. In the greater scheme or the big picture, nothing we do matters. There's no grand plan, no big win.
KATE: You seem kind of chipper about that.
ANGEL: Well, I guess I kinda worked it out. If there is no great glorious end to all this, if nothing we do matters, then all that matters is what we do. 'cause that's all there is. What we do, now, today. - I fought for so long. For redemption, for a reward, finally just to beat the other guy, but... I never got it.
KATE: And now you do?
ANGEL: Not all of it. All I wanna do is help. I wanna help because I don't think people should suffer, as they do. Because, if there is no bigger meaning, then the smallest act of kindness is the greatest thing in the world.
KATE: Yikes. It sounds like you had an epiphany.
ANGEL: I keep saying that. But nobody's listening.
KATE: Well, I'm pretty much convinced, since I'm alive to be convinced.
ANGEL: You know you don't have to be a cop to be...
KATE: I'm okay. Anyway, I'm *not* headed towards another pillathon. - I'm very grateful. I never thought you'd come for me, but... I got cut a huge break and I believe... I don't know what I believe, but I have faith. I think maybe we're not alone in this.
ANGEL: Why?
KATE: Because I never invited you in.
KATE(NARRATING) : Yes, my life was a mess. Befriending a vampire, obsessing over the supernatural at one point, my father being killed, almost killing myself from an overdose, getting frired from my job as a detective. Yes, my life was *shit*. I spent all of my time as a sidekick… not even that important. My story begins here, my *real* life.
Lockley :
First Episode Cast :
Elisabeth Röhm as Kate Lockley
Adam Baldwin as Jacob Trimer
David Boreanaz as Angel (Flashbacks)
James Charles Leary as Clement “Clem”
(Kate walks into a alley way, with a man following close behind her. She walks forward, until she reaches wall. Her partner catches up to her. He sticks his pocket knife in his pocket.)
KATE : *Jacob*. No need for weapons. We are only here to meet someone. They say that they have a ‘problem’. It’s *really* quit stupid. I can’t believe you had our flyers say, “We’ll have anything you need. Demon, ghost, whatever you are, we have what you need.” This job is just too… stupid…
JACOB : But we *do* have almost anything. So what if this *one* job is boring, we just helped a demon kill a group of angry monsters that were after him.
KATE : Just wait until you see what this one is needing done. (Sigh)
(She and Jacob walk straight into the wall. They are phased into a bar. There are left standing in front of a stage. On stage is a band playing their best song.)
KATE : They’re good… Too bad they’re ugly demons…
JACOB : I’m beginning to get used to all of this stuff. The demons, I mean. I think we are making them all like humanity a bit more every time we help one of them out. And-- … Is this a *gay* bar?!
KATE : I don’t know! You think I go to gay, demon bars in my time off of work?!
JACOB : I thought you may know, you’re the one who talked to this guy!
KATE : He just said to go here, and meet him. He said that we would find him right away… We just have to look for a pale, flap-- … Found him…
(Kate walks to a demon, standing in the corner with his back to them.)
JACOB : … So, you *do* come here in your spare time?
KATE : Shut up!
(They stop a few feet from the demon.)
JACOB : He’s on the phone, tap his shoulder.
KATE : You do it! I’m not touching him!
JACOB : Fine… Is there a stick I can use to poke him with?
KATE : Just do it!
(Jacob quickly taps the demon’s shoulder.)
DEMON : Oops! They’re here. I’ll talk to you later… (Sigh) Yes, I will… *Bye*
(The demon turned to see the two humans behind him.)
CLEM : Yay! You came! Do you have the… ‘stuff?’
KATE : Um… Yes… Here…
(Kate pulls out a bottle of skin cream, and tosses it to the floppy eared, flappy skinned demon. He tries to catch it, but it falls through his hands.)
CLEM : Ouch. Next time *hand* it to me, please.
KATE : Yes… Well, um… Clern?
CLEM : Clem*.
KATE : Right. Well, Clem, this is my partner in crime, Jacob Trimer.
CLEM : Nice to meet you both. Now… you *did* agree to that other—
KATE : Yes! *Jacob* did. Ill leave you two to go ahead and… Just tell him, my dear demon friend.
(Kate walks away, and up to a stool, where she sits to watch Jacob and Clem.)
JACOB : (Sighs) What did she get me into?
CLEM : She said that you would rub this skin cream on my back, I cant reach some areas.
KATE : (Chuckles)
JACOB : Right… How much are you paying us, again?
CLEM : A lot. I *really* need this stuff.
JACOB : No kidding… (Sighs once more) Com’on…
(Clem leads Jacob back into a room.)
JACOB : (Shouting) No creepy stuff!
KATE : (Shouting after them) Have *FUN*!
(Kate’s words, “Fun” echo.)
(A man and a young woman are running down the streets of L.A. The run down a alley way(same one as Kate and Jacob). The man leads the girl into the hidden demon bar.)
MAN : This way!
GIRL : They’ll catch us…
MAN : No!
GIRL : Yes… They will… I’m never wrong…
(To Be Continued)