Angel (1999–2004): Season 5, Episode 11 - Damage - full transcript

[CHILD SHOUTING]

WOMAN [OVER PA]: A psychiatric
nurse, please pick up extension 4-3-2.

Any psychiatric nurse,
please pick up extension 4-3-2.

[MAN SHOUTING]

Hey, doc,
Running low on diazepam. Again.

Call Jacobson over at County
and see if they can spare any.

- Give me one.
- Okay...

"In a mellifluous manner."

Seven letters, ends in a Y.

- Give me another one.
WOMAN: Dr. Rabinaw!

It's Phillip.



- What happened?
NURSE: I don't know.

He started convulsing
after he took his meds.

- How much lithium did he get?
- Lith...? No, he gets Thorazine.

Thorazine? He's manic-depressive.
He doesn't need sedation.

I'm sorry. I must have mixed them up.

RABINAW:
Who didn't get their Thorazine?

Oh, God.

[BANGING]

RABINAW:
Peterson!

[BANGING STOPS]

[SIGHS]

It's all right, Dana.

It's me, Dr. Rabinaw.

Remember?



Just take it easy.

I want you to listen to me.

You're very sick...

...and we just...

...wanna make you better.

Okay?

[ORDERLY 1 SCREAMS]

RABINAW:
No.

[ORDERLY 2 GROANING]

Damage

GUNN: I know, but he wouldn't have
pled nolo contendere if he'd known...

...about the evidence being withheld
by the prosecutor.

Look, meet with Judge Braeden,
closed chambers.

Screw the DA.
He's the one trying to pull a fast one.

Let him read about it in the paper.

You sure that's a good idea?

Playing chicken with
the district attorney of a major city?

Just professional rivalry. You want ugly,
see us go at it on the golf course.

You play golf? Since... What?

All part of the mojo
the big boys installed.

Half our cases are settled on the links
before they ever make it to trial.

Nine holes
instead of a jury of your peers.

Just what the Founding Fathers
had in mind.

Sometimes you gotta work the system
before it works you.

That our new motto?

Look, I know our move to Wolfram and
Hart hasn't been all flowers and candy...

...but we've done
some serious good here.

Lives saved, disasters averted,
with our fingers and souls still attached.

End of the day,
I'm thinking we made the right choice.

Maybe we made a mistake coming here.

GUNN: What's going on?
Parasite Eve, right on out the door.

- You're firing her?
- That's one option.

Generous, considering she tried
to kill you.

The parasite she allegedly sicced on you
wasn't meant to be fatal.

No, just send you into
a permanent hallucinogenic coma.

What's with the "alleged"?
You don't believe I know it was her?

It's not about what I believe.
It's about the evidence.

This isn't a courtroom. Things work with
a bit more immediacy in the real world.

She's liaison to the senior partners.
You don't get there without serious juice.

Move against her without solid proof,
and it could end in a long, bloody fight.

Fine. I liked you better
when you just wanted to hit people.

Rational thought, it's an acquired taste.

Wait a minute. So we're not gonna
snap Twiggy into little sticks?

Gunn's right. We can't risk it. Yet.

We'll restrict her access,
keep a closer eye on what she's up to.

Play her like she played us.

Boss, we got a tip some loony's
hatched from the bin.

- Who did a what?
- A girl over in the nut house went cuckoo.

Hacked up the guards, escaped.

- Really not our department.
WESLEY: Notify the authorities.

- Make sure they're on it.
- Okay. But they better bring a priest.

Looks like this chick's gone
all kinds of Exorcist.

- Wait a minute, she's possessed?
- Duh.

Didn't I say that?

- I'll get a team together.
ANGEL: No. Wait.

Don't wanna storm in
until we know what we got here.

I've seen these possession cases.
They have to be handled carefully.

Real finesse job.

Oh.

Well, fancy this.

Bitty slug I saved you from
scramble your brains after all?

- Come to check yourself in?
- What are you doing here?

Didn't get the memo?
Hero of the people now.

- Then go and annoy them.
- When I'm done.

- Heard one of the simples escaped.
- I'll get her back, without your help.

Goody for you, because, not offering it.

Shouldn't you be out in the streets,
protecting the city from people like you?

- I go where I'm needed.
- Which isn't here.

Gentlemen, may I help you?

- Can I help you?
- Other way around, doc.

Here to get your patient back.
Angel. Wolfram and Hart.

A lawyer? I already told the police
everything I know.

Let's go over it again,
just in case you left out any details.

What he said. But with a bit more
of a threat at the end.

RABINAW:
She was a special case.

Her family was murdered in their home
when she was 10.

Whoever did it took Dana...

...and tortured her for months.

She was found one day naked
and bleeding, wandering the streets...

...barely functional,
nearly catatonic ever since.

Looks like she snapped out of it.

Several months ago,
her condition changed.

Increasing levels
of agitation accompanied...

...by explosive outbursts
of inhuman strength.

- Right. Demon possession.
- That's ridiculous.

- You're not helping, Spike.
- No, I'm doing.

You can hang out
for the show-and-tell-me-nothing.

I got a demon needs repossessing.

Sorry. He's... Is "pathological idiot"
an actual condition?

May I suggest
that you stop your friend.

If he finds Dana,
he'll wind up dead like the others.

Yeah, but he'll just end up
coming back.

What isn't he telling me?

Rabinaw videoed
all his sessions with her.

Show me.

[MUZAK PLAYING]

[EATING]

Um... Uh...

Hey, you gonna pay for those?

Excuse me.

You can't just eat those.

You gotta take them up to the register
and pay for them first.

Hey, come on.

Knock it off. Would...

[SCREAMING]

[GIRL WHIMPERING]

All right, now.
You just stay right like that.

I don't wanna have to hurt you.

[SPEAKING IN SWAHILl]

CAROL:
That's with the Thorazine.

These tapes are all of her?

Most of them. Rabinaw's planning
on writing a book on her.

That's why he doesn't want anybody
to know about these. Putz.

You called Wolfram and Hart?

My cousin's a paralegal there.

Told me about the shakeup.
Lots of positions opening.

So I thought if I tipped you on this,
I could get my foot in the door.

Oh, wait.

[SPEAKING IN ROMANIAN]

Yeah, pretty much all like that.
Bunch of monkey gibberish.

- It's Romanian.
- Oh.

You understand what she's saying?

Yeah. I do.

[SIREN WAILS]

[SNIFFS]

[PHONE RINGS]

- Wyndam-Pryce.
ANGEL: Wes, it's me.

Ask the police for her last sighting.

I need an assault team in five minutes,
non-lethal ordinance.

Is that wise? I've been brushing up
on demonic possessions...

That's not what's happening.

There were drawings of demons
in her room, hundreds of them.

Some with a little girl in them. I thought
it was Dana, but they're all different.

Are you sure?
Multiple-personality manifestations...

...are associated with possession.

It's not just the drawings.
I saw a tape of her.

She was speaking
a half dozen languages.

One of them was Romanian.

SPIKE:
Liking the view, are we?

What say we have a nice, quiet chat...

...about mistreating little girls.

Demon to demon.

ANGEL:
She was yelling about being chosen.

She's not a demon, Wes.

She's a vampire slayer.

What are you grinning at?

[SCREAMS]

Oh, yeah. Look at the big, bad demon
hiding inside the helpless, little girl.

Why don't you come out of there.
Let's have a proper go.

Or you could do that.

[SPEAKING IN CHINESE]

Sorry, love, I don't speak Chinese.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

ANGEL: What happened?
- Thought I'd see...

...what it was like
to bounce off the pavement.

- What I expected.
- Stay out of it. Tactical's on their way.

- She'll hang around till they show.
- You should have waited.

Keep your knickers on.
Now I know what we're dealing with.

It's a Chinese demon.

Maybe a water dragon
or one of those elemental thingies.

What?

- A psychotic vampire slayer.
- How many times are you gonna say that?

- Trying to let it sink in. A psycho slayer.
- You let her get away.

- At least I tried.
- How'd that work out?

At least I know the game now.

I killed two slayers with my own hands.
I can handle a daft one.

You're not handling anything.
Wes contacted Rupert Giles.

He sent in his top guy
to retrieve her.

WESLEY:
Angel.

- We were just about to...
- Spike?

- Oh, for the love of...
- Spike?

It's you. It's really you.

My therapist thought
I was holding on to false hope...

...but I knew you'd come back.

You're like Gandalf the White,
resurrected from the pit of the Balrog.

More beautiful than ever.

He's alive, Frodo.

He's alive.

You two know each other?

Yeah.

We saved the world together.

I mean, Buffy helped,
but it was mostly us.

What happened? Last I heard, you went
all pillar of fire down in the Hellmouth.

Can we save memory lane until after we
contain the psychotic killing machine?

We were about to bring everyone
up to speed on slayer mythology.

I'll take it from here, Pryce.
Best they hear it from an expert.

Right. Let the top man have a go.

Please...

...enlighten us.

Gather around and attend
to a most unusual tale.

A tale I like to call
"The Slayer of the Vampires."

[CLEARS THROAT]

Eons ago, on the dark continent...

...three wise elders decided to fight evil
with a taste of its own siniestro.

They took a young girl, and they
imbued her with the power of a demon.

Thusly, the first slayer of the vampires
was born.

But alas, the existence of a slayer
is often brutal and short-lived.

And the "primitive," as she was called,
boasted no exception.

But the elders had foreseen
this inevitability...

...and devised a way
for her power to live on.

In every generation, one is chosen.

Yes, attractive, slender woman.

There are many "potentials,"
as we experts call them.

Hundreds, maybe thousands
per generation.

Each of them
experiencing vivid dreams...

...some say nightmares,
of the heroics of past slayers.

But only one can be chosen.

That's...

...really great.
But we actually know all that.

You think you know, my good man.
You think you know.

[COUGHS]

Wait. So if there's only one slayer...

...what is little Miss Whack-Your-Head-Off
doing scampering around?

- Little Sunnydale surprise.
- Six months ago...

...Buffy, vampire slayer extraordinaire...

...had her lesbian wish make
with the beaucoup de magie.

- One light show later...
- All the potentials become slayers.

An army of slayers.
Brilliant stratagem.

But with the Watchers' Council
destroyed, how will these new slayers...

...receive their necessary...?
- Mr. Giles and a few Sunnydale alum...

...have been tracking down the recently
chosen, guiding them, training them...

...giving them the full X- Men,
minus the crappy third act.

But this Dana girl, she's an anomaly
that no one could have foreseen.

Tortured, traumatized...

...driven insane by Yoda knows who.

And then the dreams of demons and
powers she's always had become real.

The dreams of slayers
are usually just that, dreams.

But Dana's mental instability
may be making them seem more real.

My hypothesis exactly, Pryce.

I see Mr. Giles may have been wrong
about you.

That explains why that skirt
was yapping at me in Chinese.

Must've thought she was a slayer
I killed in the Boxer Rebellion.

- You mean the slayer you murdered.
- I didn't have a soul back then.

Right. Because having one now
is making such a difference.

You corporates go ahead
with your talky-talk.

Anybody needs me,
I'll be out doing his job.

Spike.

- You think this is a joke?
- Only if you're the punch line.

We're the last two that should be
confronting her. She's a slayer.

She hates us, and she's unstable.

In her mind,
there probably aren't any good vampires.

Vampires. She exists for one reason...

...to destroy creatures like us.

Dance of death. Eternal struggle.
Right. Got it.

You will, when she's
staking you in the heart.

What, you want me to go all "boo-hoo"
because she got tortured and driven mad?

- We've done worse back in the day.
- It's something I'm still paying for.

And you should let it go, mate.
It's starting to make you look old.

[SCREAMING]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

DOCK WORKER:
Hey, you okay?

You hurt?

Miss?

You need some help?

Maybe Spike was right.
Maybe we should just go and find her.

And then what? Kill her?
What's happening isn't her fault.

She is non compos mentis. Not that it'll
matter when she's staking your pump.

We know she's been sighted
at these locations since her escape.

Tactical's doing a non-engagement sweep,
but they'll have to cover 60 blocks.

- That'll take days.
- We have to narrow it down.

Witnesses say it was like
she was looking for something.

- We have to find out what.
- Why not start at the source.

- The asylum?
- No. Where all this started for her.

- She was abducted from home, right?
- That was over 15 years ago.

Houses have long memories. You just
gotta know how to get them to talk.

All right, fine. Set it up.

But let's get Andrew in on this.
See if he knows...

...anything.
- I don't think he's here.

What? Where'd he go?

Right.

We can play cat and mouse all night.

Or I could wedgie you unconscious
and be done with it.

Bravo. I see your senses seem to be...

...as well-honed as your
Viggo Mortensen pectorals.

SPIKE:
What are you doing here?

This is where the action is,
on the mean streets. Can you dig?

Go back to Wolfram and Hart.
I don't have time for games.

That's good,
because Andy ain't playing.

You're not the only one who's changed.
Mr. Giles has been training me.

I am faster, stronger and 82 percent
more manly than the last time we...

[SCREAMING]

Hardwood floors...

...central air...

...original wainscoting throughout.

She's a real charmer,
from top to bottom.

The walls scream
with the blood of the innocent.

I'll be in the car if you have questions.
And remember, it's a seller's market.

You sure this guy's reliable?

LORNE:
Yeah. Vernon's top-drawer.

He does all Tom Arnold's readings.

What are you picking up?

Fear.

Anguish.

Pain.

He needed them to suffer.

ANGEL:
Who?

She doesn't know him.

She tries to be still.

Invisible.

But he senses her.

He's gone.

Where?

Where did he take her?

Dark.

The floor is cold.

The air is thick with dust.

And the smell.

Sickly sweet like...

...molasses.

A basement.

That's where her pain lives.

SPIKE:
Let's try the blue one this time.

[BOAT HORN BLOWS]

ANDREW: Well, mostly, I talk to Rupert.
But we all check in.

Xander is in Africa.

He sent me an mbuna fish.

And Willow and Kennedy are in Brazil.

They're based out of Sao Paolo...

...but every time I talk to them,
they're in Rio.

[SNIFFING]

What's it smell like?

Blood, I mean.

Metallic, sort of.

- You ever taste a penny?
- No. Wait.

- No.
- Smells like that.

So...

...heard from Buffy lately?
- Yeah, of course.

She's in Rome.
Dawn's in school there.

Italian school.

Oh. Rome, eh?

Never pegged her
for the expatriate show.

Yeah, she was rounding slayers up
in Europe.

Decided she liked it there, I guess.

I think that...

Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.

She needed a break from California.

Wait a minute. She doesn't know
you're alive, does she?

SPIKE:
I don't think so. I mean...

I don't know. Does she?

ANDREW:
No. No, she can't.

I would've heard about it.
We would've had a conference call.

Why haven't you told her?

SPIKE:
Hello, Buffy, it's Spike.

I didn't burn up like you thought.
How are things?

Do you want me to tell her?

Because I'm really good with those
delicate, personal...

No, don't tell her. I'll take care of it.

Got it.

You're a loner...

...playing it cucumber, as in "cool as a."

Just keep your mouth shut.

ANDREW:
No problem, brother.

You're a troubled hero,
a creature of the night.

[ANDREW SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

SPIKE:
Stop.

ANDREW: Living by his own rules,
unafraid of anything, anyone.

GUNN: How'd it go?
- Find the guy who killed Dana's family.

- His name, his past, everything.
- Police never caught him.

We're not police. Search our files,
talk to our contacts...

...raise the dead if we have to.
Just find him.

I wanna know where he took her
after he abducted her.

Psychic saw a basement
that smells like molasses.

Do better. Start cracking the whip.

You got it, chief.
Danny, we're gonna need a whip.

ANDREW: So I say, "Well, the two of us
disagree with you, hombre."

And he's all, "The two of you?"

And I say,
"Yeah, me and my electric net."

And then...

- What's wrong?
- Blood.

Smells different. Stronger.

Like nickels?

Dead end.

It's her blood.

All right, pet.

No getting away.

Got your scent locked in now.
Could track you for miles.

No escaping.

That's right, no escaping.

All the same,
don't wanna have to hurt you.

DANA:
It doesn't hurt if you hold still.

Right.

Heart and head. Have to get home.

Doesn't hurt if you hold still.

You're a real sack of hammers,
aren't you?

Hey, don't worry. I used to date a girl
who wasn't all there.

Heart and head.

Stab the heart, cut off the head.

Only way to be sure.

- That's slayer talk, isn't it.
- Keep cutting till you see dust.

Right. Let me explain.

You got visions, right?

Vampire-slayer memories
kicking around in your head.

Which is tough. It sounds like you're
past midnight on the crazy clock anyway.

Please don't.

I have to get home to my son.
To my Robin.

Robin?

Oh. Hey, you're talking about Nicky,
the slayer I offed back in...

You probably don't want
to think about that, pet.

William the Bloody.

No, no, no.
That's not gonna lead anywhere good.

- You wanna focus on what's real.
- Head and heart.

- Don't be scared.
- Now, we're...

[SCREAMING]

You little minx.

- What did you do to me?
- Yellows make you weak.

Not weak anymore.

All right, now you've made me mad.

DANA:
Don't cry. They can't hear you.

YOUNG DANA: Stop!
DANA: Daddy's gone.

He can't hear you.

Going down, love.

One way or the other.

Piece by piece...

...yellow makes you weak.

Brown makes you sleepy.

[GASPING]

Can't hurt me anymore.

You crazy little...

- I never...
- Shh. Hold still.

Count backwards.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven.

- Tactical found the body here.
- Great. She's staying in the area.

Get aerial surveillance up, thermal
imaging. Go block to block, 5-mile radius.

What are they looking for?

This is an industrial area.
Most of the buildings have basements.

- Any luck with the psychics on this place?
- Nothing new.

It's still cold, creepy
and smells like molasses.

What about...?

I almost said the words
"molasses factory" out loud.

Whiskey.

God bless you. I was just about
to suggest the same thing.

No, when you're cooking up whiskey,
the room smells like molasses.

Look for a distillery.
Get maps from 10 years ago.

- Andrew.
- We were attacked.

I think she got him.

I think she got Spike.

DANA:
Piece by piece.

- What did you do...?
- Shh. Stay quiet.

I'll let you go.

You hammer sack. What...?

What did you to me?

DANA:
Losing all your pieces.

Not weak.

Can't touch me anymore.

Oh, God.

Can't feel my...

No!

No more Daddy, no more Mommy...

...no more hands.

Can't touch me ever again.

I never touched you.

Stop. You've got it wrong.

Your brain's all jumbled.
I never hurt you.

It wasn't me.

I've done my share of bad,
but you're not one of them.

It's someone else.

[WHIMPERING]

You've got me confused
with another man.

YOUNG DANA:
Let me go! Let me go!

Look, visions are mixing...

...with your real memories.

Become stuffed in your head.

Other slayers, other places.

New York. China.

[SPEAKING IN CHINESE]

That's what you're remembering,
other slayers.

You killed her.

Yes.

- But...
- You killed them both.

That and worse.

But I was never here.

Doesn't matter. Head and heart.

Keep cutting till you see dust.

Dana. Look, I'm here to help you.

The man who tried to hurt you...

...his name is Walter Kindel.

He tried to rob a liquor store five
years ago, and the police shot him.

He's dead, Dana.

Hold still.

He can't hurt you anymore.

Can't hurt me.

Not weak anymore.

That's right.

Strong.

Slayer.

Now!

SWAT TEAM MAN:
We got her. Move in.

ANGEL: Get the med team here. Now.
SWAT MAN: Let's go.

Put Surgical on standby.
We'll be there in 10 minutes.

For God's sake,
tell the shaman no cadavers.

We've got his hands.

MAN:
Go, go!

Chain her into the van.
I want armed guards riding with her.

ANDREW: That's all right, boys,
I'll take her from here.

ANGEL:
What?

Totally appreciate your help
on this one.

Never could have found her
without you...

...but you've got enough problems
to worry about.

Get out of the way, Andrew.

She's a slayer. That means she's ours.

Yeah, sorry, not how it works.

Load her up.
Don't hesitate to tranq her if...

I don't think you heard me, Angel.

Think we're just gonna let you
take her back to your evil stronghold?

Well, as they say in Mexico:

No...

...we're not gonna let you.

She's psychotic,
and I'm not turning her over to you.

You don't have a choice.

Check the view screen, Uhura.
I got 12 vampire slayers behind me...

...and not one of them
has ever dated you.

She's coming with us,
one way or another.

You're way out of your league.

I'll just clear this with Buffy.

Where do you think my orders
came from?

News flash. Nobody in our camp
trusts you anymore.

Nobody.

You work for Wolfram and Hart.

Don't fool yourself.

We're not on the same side.

Thank you for your help,
but we got it.

So that's it?

Just gonna let him take her?

ANGEL:
She's one of theirs.

They can handle it.

Besides...

...you heard the man.

We got enough problems of our own
to worry about.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

Come to tap-dance on the patient,
have we, doc?

I'd give you the finger, but I won't have
the motor skills till the drugs wear off.

A lot of pain?

More than I'd like.

But not as much as you would.

Just what I deserve.

I didn't say that.

No...

...I did.

The lass thought I killed her family.

And I'm supposed to, what...

...complain because hers wasn't one
of the hundreds of families I did kill?

I'm not saying you're right...

...because...

...I'm physically incapable
of saying that.

But...

...for a demon...

I never did think that much
about the nature of evil.

Just threw myself in.

Thought it was a party.

I liked the rush.

I liked the crunch.

Never did look back at the victims.

I couldn't take my eyes off them.

I was only in it for the evil.

That was everything to me.

It was art...

...the destruction of a human being.

Guess, I would've considered Dana
a masterpiece.

What happens to her?

I don't know.

Andrew and the slayers took her.
Didn't trust us to help her.

Andrew double-crossed us?

That's a good move.

[CHUCKLES]

Hope for the little ponce yet.

Though the tingling in my forearms
tells me she's too far gone to help.

She's one of us now.

She's a monster.

She's an innocent victim.

So were we...

...once upon a time.

Once upon a time.

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