Angel (1999–2004): Season 5, Episode 17 - Underneath - full transcript

- Harmony.
HARMONY: I know.

- I called everyone. They're just...
- Not here. I can see that.

If they were here, I wouldn't be alone.
Why am I alone?

Well, you can be super-grouchy.

- The meeting?
- Everybody's otherwise ocupado, boss.

Wesley's stuck babysitting...

...Ms. l-Used-to-Rule-the-World-
Bow-Down-Before-Me-Minion-Scum.

Why are we not killing her?

- Gunn?
- Maybe...

- lf we had a really big one.
- Where is Gunn?

The hospital, still.



You know, from when Wesley:

And Lorne's kind of MIA since...

Fred.

Okey-dokey, then.

Where's the rest of the crew?

- Apparently not coming.
- But this is an important meeting.

- At least somebody...
- My first parley...

...as a very loosely affiliated
member of the...

What are we?
Tell me we're not Scoobies.

- We don't have a...
- A name? That's probably for the best.

You'd want to be "Angel's Avengers"
or something.

"Angel's Avengers," that's...

So, what's on the agenda?

I have assignments for people...



[CAN OPENS]

What?

I'm listening. With beer.

Forget it.

This isn't a meeting,
this is you being annoying.

[ANGEL SIGHS]

SPIKE:
Hey, bullet points. Classy.

Why am I always reconnaissance?

I should get a decently flash gig,
like "save the girl"...

...or "steal the emerald with the girl."

"Handsome man saved me
from the monsters."

Exactly. Or...

- What's that, now?
- The first thing Fred said to me in Pylea.

She was trapped, hiding, afraid.

Nearly crazy.

Crazy, but brave.

I should never have let her come here.

Bad things always happen here.

Hate to break it to you, mate, but
bad things always happen everywhere.

Besides, she wanted to be here.

- It was her choice.
- Was it?

Bugger.

You're fixing to do something stupid,
aren't you?

Done it. Came here.

Spend every day lying to myself
about making the world a better place.

Welcome to the planet.

We all paint on our happy faces
every day...

...when all we want
is to pound the neighbor's wife...

...steal his Ben Franklins...

...not think about the third of the world
that's starving to death.

I'm not saying that I can
fix everything. I just...

I have to do better.

- The senior partners have a plan.
- Yeah, the prophecy.

That apocalypse you go on about.

Which apocalypse?
The one last year or the one before that?

The senior partners are up to something.
I'm not waiting for them to spring it.

We're through operating in the dark.

Okay, then.

Might be easier if we knew anyone
who had a direct line to the big guys.

No way.

Even if my connection to
the senior partners wasn't severed...

...I'm done helping you.
- This isn't a negotiation.

Ooh, I'm intimidated.

What can you possibly do to me?

- I've been trapped here for weeks like a...
- Rat?

- Snake? Beady little rat-snake?
- You're not trapped, Eve. You're hiding.

You know if you step outside...

...if you don't have these symbols
keeping you invisible to the partners...

...they're gonna zero in.
So don't bother playing the pity angle.

The only thing you care about
is saving your own ass.

The only thing I care about is gone.

You gave him up to the partners,
let them suck him...

I could tell them how to see through
your security system.

- You wouldn't.
- Not if you tell me what I want to know.

[BANGING]

- You bastard, you told them!
- Wasn't me.

[SHATTERING]

Oh, God. They're coming.

Please, don't let them take me.

Angel, please! I'll tell you.
I'll tell you anything you want to know.

[SQUEAKING]

Underneath

[MAN SINGING]

She's gonna say no, isn't she?
I should've gotten the bigger ring.

June wedding.
There's rain, so get a tent.

- She's gonna say yes?
- Ain't love grand?

- I'm getting hitched?
- Yeah.

More sea, less breeze.

From now on,
your money's no good here.

- All right.
- I was wondering...

...about the possibility of a Carlos Jr.

What do you think?

What do I think?

I think I'm tired.

I think I'm sick and tired
of wearing bells on my toes...

...and making like everything's
gonna be okay.

It's pathetic that I'm too scared and sad
to tell people the truth...

...so I just say what they
wanna hear instead.

Most of all, I think the term "happy hour"
should be banned from the language.

There's nothing happy
about this hour or any other.

- Ooh...
- What I know is...

...I started drinking the moment
I found out that a girl I loved...

...was gonna die.

Every time I get to the bottom
of the glass, I hope that that last drop...

...is gonna take me the distance.

- Okay.
- A simple plan that failed utterly.

Which is why I'm going to heave
my tochis off this stool...

...strap the bells on...

...and, with a smile and a quip,
go back...

...into the belly of a very ugly beast
and pretend like I can help.

Because that's what the green guy does.

- Harmony?
HARMONY: Yepper?

Put security on red alert.
Nobody gets in without clearance.

A guard at every entrance,
elevator and stairwell.

- Cover the whole building.
- That never works...

- Harmony.
- On it.

Stay with Eve.
Anything gets past security, kill it.

- Where are you going?
- To see my lawyer.

We have a problem.

Senior partners found Eve.

They sent something to take her out.
Do I have jurisdiction to protect her?

What's protocol here?

I don't know.

Right.

Well, when you're through
reading about important things like...

..."Trista and Ryan's big baby plans,"
maybe you can put some thought into it.

- I'm just not sure.
- Gunn.

You paid a high price
for what's in that brain. So use it.

There's a proviso in your contract.

As CEO of a Wolfram & Hart branch,
you can invoke a rapio salvus order.

Basically says you're taking custody
of a wayward employee.

It's not used for protection,
but it should work.

- How do l...?
- I'll make a call.

Good.

Listen, Gunn...

...I know you feel bad about your part
in what happened to Fred.

And you should.

For the rest of your life, it should
wake you up in the middle of night.

And it will.

Because you're a good man.

You signed a piece of paper. That's all.

But I knew.

Not about Fred, but when I signed,
I knew there would be consequences.

The thing about atonement is,
you never run out of chances...

...but you gotta take them.

You can't hide in some hospital room
and pretend it's all gonna go away...

...because it never will.

FRED:
You have a visitor.

I thought I was in isolation.

Whose fault is that?

Tell me a joke.

Two men walk into a bar.

The first man orders
a Scotch and soda.

The second man remembers
something he'd forgotten...

...and it doubles him over with pain.

He falls to the floor shaking, and then
through the floor and into the earth.

He looks back up at the first man,
but he doesn't call out to him.

They're not that close.

Yeah.

You always know where you are.

It's my particular skill.

This is only the first layer.

Don't you want to see how deep I go?

ILLYRIA:
You've been sitting for a long time.

Yeah.

Dozed off.

You drank a great deal of that poison.

You called me a lot of names
meant to hurt feelings I no longer have.

And then you sat there for hours
making noise with your nose.

I was dreaming, you twit.

You said her name.

Fred.

It was a nightmare.

I don't suppose you have nightmares
or sleep or any of that human crap.

In my time,
nightmares walked among us.

Walked and danced,
skewering victims in plain sight...

...laying their fears and worst desires out
for everyone to see.

This, to make us laugh.

I bet you were jolly as frat boys.

And now nightmares are trapped
inside the heads of humans.

Pitiful echoes of themselves.

I wonder whom they angered so
to merit such a fate.

This world must be
a terrible disappointment to you.

Grievous.

I'm not too impressed with it myself.

Why don't you leave?

Brilliant. Really.
They'll never look for me here.

- I'm gonna die.
- You make it hard for me...

...to want to help you.
ANGEL: We don't want to help her.

But we will.

You're under my protection.

EVE: Thank the gods.
- I can take it away with one phone call.

- Convince me not to, Eve.
- How can I?

Let's start with something easy. You.

- Me?
- What are you?

What do you do
for the senior partners?

I'm a liaison. I liaise.

What do you want me to say?
I'm a leprechaun, I'm from Brigadoon.

If I had a nickel for every time
I heard that one.

There are layers upon layers at Wolfram
& Hart, things you'll never understand.

What am I?

I'm a child of the senior partners,
created to do their bidding.

You're an immortal.

- Why are you here?
- To watch.

Tell them what I see. Pass on
messages to you, if there are any.

So you're middle management?

What are the senior partners?
What are they?

- No idea.
- Eve.

Do you honestly believe they'd let me
have access to that information?

Angel, for someone so old,
you're so young.

I only know what they want me to,
only when they want me to know it.

- You don't know anything?
- Maybe.

Maybe I know a lot.

But I don't have access to it.

It's locked in my head somewhere,
and I don't have the key.

Ready for the funny part?

There was someone who could've
told you everything you wanna know...

...and you let the senior partners
take him away.

- Lindsey.
- He's dedicated years...

...to the study of the senior partners.

No one knows more about them
than he does.

What they've done,
what they plan to do.

I thought he was after me.

You're saying bringing Spike back,
the fail-safe...

...that was about the senior partners?
- No, it's about you too.

He really doesn't like you.

But he may know more about you than...
Well, than you do.

Which is why they snatched him up.

They couldn't risk him and you
having a sit-down.

And now, what he's going through...

- They didn't kill him?
- They would want him to suffer horrors.

Lindsey is in some hideous, awful hell.

- Good morning.
- So far.

- Stop it! That's how I get sisters.
- Oh, really?

Is that right?

So, what are we gonna do today?

There's thousands
of different kinds of hells.

You got your fire hell,
your ice hell, your...

...ice hell, your upside-down hell...

I don't care if he's in toy-poodles-
on-parade hell. He's got info we need.

According to her, whose reason for being
is to see her pookie bear again.

I'm not lying. Tell him I'm not lying.

No one can fake it through
"The Pina Colada Song." Not the chorus.

If he can tell me what the senior
partners have planned, I want him.

- You got a better idea, I'm totally open.
- Didn't say that.

Just pointed out that this one sucks.
We're looking for a hell in a haystack.

- How are we supposed to know...?
GUNN: I know.

- And I can get us in.
- Us?

Okay, from the top.

- The Earth's outer layer is called?
- The crust.

- And what's underneath that?
- Mmm...

- The mantle?
- Yeah.

And under that?

- Come on, you know this one.
- The outer core.

- And under that?
- The inner core.

- And under that?
- Underneath that...?

- Nothing.
- Just the soft, chewy center.

Ha-ha.

Hey, hon? Oven light just went out.
I need a bulb from the cellar.

- Should be some in the hall closet.
- Just the regular ones.

Little ones are downstairs.

Well, Zach was getting ready
to fill me in on the lithosphere.

TRISH:
I kind of need it now.

All right. I'll be right back.

They're on that shelf
where we keep those thingies.

[RUMBLING]

GUNN: Started flipping through
the brain files...

...figuring there'd be a precedent.
- And?

Partners had trouble with a guy
in the Tokyo division.

Lindsey probably got the tattoo idea
from studying him.

Wherever they sent this guy,
that's where Lindsey is.

I hope it's toy-poodle hell.
I've had my fill of fire.

Not hell. A Wolfram & Hart
holding dimension.

Meaning they haven't decided
what to do with Lindsey?

- Their version of a penalty box.
- Great.

So how are we supposed to get there?

Ever taken the Camaro?

ANGEL:
This is weirding me out.

Is this weirding you out?

What, you never heard of Knight Rider?

Knight Industries Two Thousand? KITT?

- Never mind.
- The car's built to get us there.

- We get Lindsey then find the Wrath.
- The Wrath?

- You know that's gonna be a giggle.
- We gotta go through it to get out.

I've never seen these streets before.

Where we're going,
not in the Thomas Guide.

There's gonna be fire.

This isn't hell, it's the 'burbs.

- Close enough.
- This is Lindsey's punishment...

...for trying to kill me?

Maybe it's a reward.

WESLEY: You could go anywhere.
You could leave.

- It's not possible.
- Of course it's possible.

Are you telling me Illyria, idol of millions,
was limited to one small dimension?

I traveled all of them as I pleased.

I walked worlds of smoke
and half-truths, intangible.

Worlds of torment...

...and of unnamable beauty.

Opaline towers as high as small moons.

Glaciers that rippled
with insensate lust.

And one world with
nothing but shrimp.

I tired of that one quickly.

Then why stay in this one?

Surely there's a world more appealing.

Maybe not the shrimp one...

...but one where you'd be welcome
like you never will be here.

Why don't you go?

You can go.

Why don't you go?

It's too small.
It's too small, I can't breathe.

How can you live with these walls?
I can't breathe.

There's no room for anything real.

- It's all right.
- I should gut you where you stand.

You challenge me.

There's not enough space
to open my jaws.

My face is not my face.
I don't know what...

- What it will say.
- Illyria...

...come with me.

Oh, so we just open with being on fire.
That's great.

We can put our coats over our heads
and make a run for it.

[SCREAMING]

Alternate dimension, remember?

Sun's the nonfrying variety.

- Figured that.
- Oh, right.

- Can we go?
- Yeah.

ANGEL: Grab Lindsey, and we get out.
GUNN: Kill anything in our way.

What's gonna be in our way, the dog?

This is Wolfram & Hart. Odds are
there's something ugly behind that door.

Can I help you?

Is Lindsey home?

Sure. Come on in.

Honey.

- There's coffee.
ANGEL: No, we're fine, thanks.

Zach's hockey stick's gone missing...

Didn't realize we had company.

TRISH: I'll do search and rescue.
LINDSEY: Okay.

- How can I help you guys?
- Cut the act, Ward. June's gone.

Excuse me?

You don't know who we are?

No. Do you play in the league?

No. I'm Angel.

This is Spike and Gunn.

You might want to have a seat.

Okay.

Please.

Is this about the free vacation
I entered to win?

Does the name Wolfram & Hart
mean anything to you?

It's a law firm.
You used to work there.

Sorry, Gunn, is it?

The only lawyer I know is the one
that fixes my speeding tickets, so...

That guy, he's not real.

None of this is.

You're under some spell.

- What?
- Nuts and bolts: You're in hell.

We've come to break you out.

Who put you up to this? Was it Fisher?

There's no joke. You're in a mystical
holding cell, an alternate reality.

So Trish is not my wife,
and Zach's not my son?

Now he's getting it.
Ever heard of the Wrath?

Seriously, is Fisher outside? l...

Lindsey, this whole life is a lie.

All right, this is starting
to get a little less funny.

I think you guys should leave.

- They should be back by now.
HARMONY: It's hard to get a firm ETA...

...on alternate-dimension travel.
I've tried.

I just want him back,
and I don't wanna die.

Calm down, Chicken Little.

Nobody touches you
without Angel's permission.

Yeah, I got strict instructions.
No torture. You're totally safe.

You don't get it.

Some stupid legal order
isn't gonna matter.

- The senior...
- Nobody can enter our bulletproof doors.

Not without our
fearless leader's say-so.

This place is a fortress.

[ALARM WAILING]

Oh-oh.

This thing coming after you, how bad
on a scale of, say, one to Terminator?

[ELEVATOR DINGS]

Oh, God. He's here.

That's the guy? He's just a suit.

Hey, you, stop!

Put your hands up.

[SCREAMING]

I can't believe I'm saying this,
but we're here to help.

- Okay, get out. Now.
- We're telling you the truth.

Don't believe it, that's your choice,
but you're coming with us.

Get off of me!

Maybe this'll help you
make up your mind.

LINDSEY:
Angel.

Make it quick.

If I was gonna kill you,
it wouldn't be quick.

Oh, hi. Your hubby was just
showing us a thing.

Seems your wife's a little moody.

Get Lindsey to the car. Go! Now!

Didn't we have a car?

Our bloody ride's gone.

Get down!

- Where's the Wrath?
- Where's not the Wrath? It's all over!

- Think. Do you know where it is?
LINDSEY: I don't know!

Might be a way out through the cellar.

No, we can't go down there.
Not the cellar.

- Cellar it is.
GUNN: Guess we found the Wrath.

LINDSEY:
Please, no! No!

We're all gonna die.

ANGEL: Not today.
LINDSEY: Every day.

Don't let me die.

Run already!

[SCREAMING]

- Close the door!
- I'm not doing the polka, beanpole.

What do you think I'm...?

SPIKE:
Holy...

GUNN:
Nothing holy here.

Heart?

Whose are these?

Mine.

Oh.

- Try to find a door, some way out.
- With pleasure.

The faster we get out of here,
the better.

Somebody has fun with these.

ANGEL:
Spike.

The Wrath?

ANGEL:
Could be.

What did I tell you?

The lock's mystical.

- How do we...?
LINDSEY: He's coming.

SPIKE: Who?
- He knows. He always knows.

- Who?
- Him.

Gunn, guard Lindsey.

Gunn. No.

- What the hell are you doing?
- What needs to be done.

- I'm not leaving you here.
- Wolfram & Hart makes the rules here.

If one leaves, one has to stay.
A void is impossible.

You knew.

Thing about atonement.

Gunn.

- Let's go.
- You're not bloody serious.

When I forget, the door closes. Go.

You have to.

This is where...

I was...

I belong.

I was...

What was I doing?

Why am I down here?

TRISH: Honey, what are you doing
down there?

I don't know. Must be losing my mind.

We'll head up the coast to Canada.

Keys!

Come on!

[BEEPING]

Holy motor pool.

- There. Hurry.
- Well, what do you call this?

- You'll like Canada. Lots of deserters.
- Go!

- What the daisy...?
SPIKE: I'm on fire!

Never mind.

Lindsey!

- What did they do to you?
- He'll be fine.

We got shot and almost killed by
a juiced-up demon. Thanks for asking.

- Let's get upstairs.
EVE: Be careful, he's hurt.

Angel, you should know there's
a tall, well-dressed...

Where's Gunn?

- Angel?
- He stayed behind.

Stayed behind?

But you never leave a...

Or I guess we do.

That's what we do now.

[BANGING]

- Oh, God.
- Like I was saying.

Damn. He is well-dressed.

Please, don't do this.

Eve's under my protection.
You can't touch her.

- Didn't see that coming.
- You know how it works, Eve.

Tell the senior partners it's a mistake.

- That's impossible.
- I said, back off.

Don't bother, Angel.

It's over.

Sign here.

- Good girl.
- What the hell's going on?

Sorry to intrude. I'm Marcus Hamilton,
your new liaison to the senior partners.

- And here.
- You're what?

Along with her immortality
and certain other privileges...

...Eve has signed over her duties
to me.

Oh, and initial there.

This is about a contract?
I thought you said you were gonna die.

And now, one day, I will.

The senior partners felt
it was time for a change.

Eve was too easily distracted,
lost sight of the big picture.

- I fell in love.
- Yes. Congratulations.

Wonderful escape, by the way.
Very clever.

We'll be in touch. I have some
excellent ideas I can't wait to share.

This is my house.
The only ideas that matter are mine.

Absolutely. That's the policy.

The senior partners are behind you
100 percent.

I doubt that.

I'm looking forward to working myself
into the mix. Angel.

Spike.

Welcome to the team.

Well, he's not so bad.

WESLEY:
Are you all right?

I breathe easier.

The walls don't press in as hard
when you can't see them.

But they're still here.

WESLEY:
Yes.

All I am is what I am.

I lived seven lives at once.
I was power and the ecstasy of death.

I was God to a god. Now...

...I'm trapped. On a roof.

Just one roof...

...in this time and this place
with an unstable human...

...who drinks too much whiskey
and called me a Smurf.

[CHUCKLES]

You don't worship me at all, do you?

And you really can't leave?

ILLYRIA:
I...

...don't know.

I fear, in any other dimension in this
form, I'd be but prey to those I knew.

I reek of humanity.

Don't flatter yourself.

Your world is so small.

And yet you box yourselves
in rooms even smaller.

You shut yourselves inside,
in rooms, in routines.

There are things worse than walls.

Terrible...

...and beautiful.

If we look at them for too long,
they will burn right through us.

Truths we couldn't bear.

Not every day.

We are so weak.

Yes.

Yes, we are.

SPIKE:
Ouch!

- Take it easy, Green Jeans.
- Yeah.

Afraid I don't have
Fredikins' gentle touch.

SPIKE:
Just get on with it.

Look. It's the hero of the hour.

I'm not your hero. I'm your warden.

It's all how you look at the glass.

I'd have thought a few months' torture
by the partners...

...would've dug a little deeper.
- Just scratched the surface.

Turns out they can only undo you
as far as you think...

...you deserve to be undone.

I wonder how Gunn's gonna make out.

The senior partners,
everything you know about them.

The apocalypse, their plans for me.

And for me. Guy with the pen said,
"Welcome to the team."

Must have meant something.

You know what I know. Look around.

The world's a cesspool
filled with selfish and greedy beasts.

We live. We die.

Even you, babe.

- Lindsey, don't.
- You still happy to see me?

Yeah, "Hell's on Earth." Holland Manners
tried to sell me that line three years ago.

- Did you ever prove him wrong?
- All how you look at the glass.

You know, Lindsey,
we can philosophize all night.

Hell, we can do it forever.

I don't need to eat, sleep, drink.

- How about you?
- That's what I like to see.

The Angel of yore.
Takes no prisoners, suffers no fools.

How about this?

It's here.

It's been here all along, underneath.

You're just too damned stupid
to see it.

- See what?
- The apocalypse, man.

You're soaking in it.

I've seen an apocalypse or two
in my time.

- I'd know if one was under my nose.
- Not "an" apocalypse.

"The" apocalypse.

What, did you think
a gong was gonna sound?

Time to jump on your horses
and fight the big fight?

Starting pistol went off
a long time ago, boys.

You're playing for the bad guys.

Every day you sit behind your desk, learn
how to accept the world the way it is.

Well, here's the rub:

Heroes don't do that.

Heroes don't accept the world
the way it is.

They fight it.

You're saying everything we do...

...it's a distraction...

...to keep us busy from looking
under the surface.

Ding. We got a winner.

World's sliding towards
entropy and degradation...

...and what do you do?

You sit in your big chair,
and you sign your checks...

...just like the senior partners planned.

The war's here, Angel...

...and you're already
two soldiers down.

- Come on, you know this one.
- The outer core.

And under that?

- The inner core.
- Under that?

Underneath that...?

- Nothing.
- Just the soft, chewy center.

Ha-ha.

TRISH:
Hey, hon?

Oven light just went out.
I need a bulb from the cellar.

- Should be some in the hall closet.
- Just the regular ones.

Little ones are downstairs.

Well, Zach's about to fill me in
on the lithosphere.

TRISH:
I kind of need it now.

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