Dominion, episode 1.19 - "Anniversary"

[Allan]

Welcome to the latest episode of Dominion. It's been three weeks since the last episode was posted, and I deliberately held it off until the next episode was written. I'll be holding that one off until I've written the two remaining episodes, so I can paste the final three-parter within a decent timeframe of each other.

This episode focuses on Clem and Kalinka's wedding anniversary, as well as another anniversary which reveals itself through the episode. The tone of it is deliberately lighter than most of the recent episodes, to provide a "break" before the final three - the "calm before the storm" if you will. It was generally easy to write, except for the flashback to Clem and Kalinka's marriage, which is about the most difficult thing I've ever had to write (so hopefully, it works out okay!).

So, thanks for coming back for another episode. After this, things heat up for the season's final three episodes. The trivia is now online if you'd like to check it out after reading the episode.

This episode contains one song:

• Funkytown by Lipps Inc

Classification: M 15+ for violence, sexual references, some minor language, and adult themes (using the Australian classification system)

Pages: 45

Words: 10,235

I hope you enjoy the episode. Any feedback, positive, negative, or just plain rude, in the Dominion feedback thread is always appreciated. Thanks!

[Allan]

KALINKA:
Previously on Dominion:


EXT. TOKYO, INTERROGATION ROOM – DAY

The sun shines in the sky again as the eight Slayers stumble around outside the burning building, regrouping as they watch Miranda reel backward in a state of panic.

MIRANDA:
No, my Lord…I apologise for my failure.

The Slayers all turn away from Miranda and bow as Oni approaches

MIRANDA:
Oni?
(beat)
I failed you. My life is yours.

ONI:
No, that went exactly as planned.
(beat)
They are weak. They value life above all else, even if it means falling at their enemies’ – our – feet.

MIRANDA:
But Clem is stronger than he looks. He wouldn’t tell me if Shell has the words.

ONI:
That does not matter.
(beat)
I have just been informed that she does, in fact, have them.

Oni turns away from Miranda.

ONI:
Come. We must plan for this.

INT. DOMINION BAR, CLEM AND KALINKA’S BEDROOM

Clem sits next to Kalinka and holds her hand gently.

CLEM:
Kalinka, when you were injured, I was scared. I was scared that I would lose you forever. You’re the love of my life.

Kalinka smiles.

CLEM:
But after you went out and tried to kill Sarah, after the whole thing with D’Hoffryn, after you lied to me, and after you saw how that made me feel, you still don’t seem to understand why I’m upset with you.

CLEM:
I love you with all my heart, I really do. But I can’t be with you right now.

Clem stands up and kisses his wife on the cheek. He then turns and walks away from Kalinka.

INT. DOMINION BAR

Kalinka looks at Clem lovingly and gently places her hand on his leg.

KALINKA:
I missed you, Clem.

CLEM:
I was only gone for a few days.

KALINKA:
No, over the past few months. I’ve missed you.

Clem smiles to Kalinka and nuzzles his head into her shoulder.

CLEM:
Yeah, me too. Do you think we could…

Kalinka nods her head.

KALINKA:
I’m game if you are.

Clem and Kalinka kiss each other on the lips tenderly. Beck glances over and claps her hands loudly, embarrassing them.

[Allan]

Teaser[/u]

INT. NEW YORK GRAVEYARD, ANCIENT CRYPT

The inside of the ancient crypt is dark and dank. Various sculptures adorn it and a coffin sits toward the centre of the crypt. SPIKE leans against a stone wall and gazes through the slightly ajar door as daylight creeps into the crypt. The vampire takes a drag of his cigarette and turns to CLEM, who is floundering through the crypt’s ancient architecture in a panic.

SPIKE:
Calm down, mate.

CAPTION:
Three years ago tomorrow.

Clem shakes his head before rushing past Spike.

CLEM:
Maybe I’d calm down if I could find my socks! Could you help me please?

Spike shakes his head and steps away from the wall.

SPIKE:
Clem, you have hours to find your socks. Just sit down and take a deep breath, ‘cause your socks are the least of your concerns.

CLEM:
The least of my concerns? What would you know about getting married, Spike?

SPIKE:
Nothing, mate, which brings me to my point.
(beat)
How long have you known her for?

Clem slows down as he ponders Spike’s question.

CLEM:
A little over a week.
(beat)
What does that have to do with anything?

SPIKE:
D’you know how long Dru and me were together? A good couple of hundred years, mate, and we never got hitched.
(beat)
Hell, it took me about that long to realise what a crazy bitch she is.

Clem shakes his head before glaring at Spike.

CLEM:
Spike, I love Kalinka, and Kalinka loves me.

SPIKE:
Look, mate, I’m just saying you both have centuries at your disposal. I loved Dru, and in her own, crazy way, she loved me, but we weren’t right for each other.

CLEM:
And that’s how you went for so long without marrying her. Look, you’re my best man, Spike. Could you show just a little support?

SPIKE:
I’m here for you, Clem. And if you’re sure this is what you want, then you have my full, one hundred percent, without a doubt, support.

Clem grins.

CLEM:
Thanks.

SPIKE:
Now let’s go find those socks.

INT. NEW YORK, KALINKA’S LIVING ROOM

Kalinka’s apartment is incredibly well-maintained. The walls are perfectly white with various paintings adorning them. An expensive couch sits in front of a large television set over tan coloured carpet. There is a knock at the door.

KALINKA rushes into the living room, past the couch and toward the door. She opens and smiles as she sees LEXIKA standing in the corridor outside her apartment. LEXIKA grins, leans in toward Kalinka and hugs her.

LEXIKA:
Oh, I absolutely love the hair, sweetie!

KALINKA:
You don’t think it’s too much?
(beat)
And come on inside!

Lexika steps inside the apartment.

LEXIKA:
Of course it’s not too much, honey. I mean, how often do women get married?

KALINKA:
In this day and age, you’d be surprised.

Lexika walks toward the couch and sits down lazily.

LEXIKA:
So, you’re finally giving up the vengeance and settling down?

KALINKA:
I’m not actually quitting the game, Lexika.

LEXIKA:
You’re not? And what does the husband-to-be think of this?

KALINKA:
I’m slowing down. I’ll still have my vengeance abilities, but won’t be using them. Unless it’s a special occasion.

Lexika looks at Kalinka with concern.

LEXIKA:
And D’Hoffryn has cleared this?

KALINKA:
Well, not in so many words, but…

LEXIKA:
But you’d do anything to keep your immortality.
(beat)
Look, you’ve been harping on for the last few years about how you’d like to quit the vengeance game, and that’s your prerogative. But, honey, if you try and have it both ways, it won’t work.

KALINKA:
Lexika, I have a reason to keep my immortality now. Clem’s amazing. He’s sweet, he’s funny…

LEXIKA:
He’s floppy, and to be honest, he’s not the sharpest tool in the shed.

KALINKA:
Maybe not, but I love him. And I’ll do anything to be with him forever.

LEXIKA:
And that includes moving into his crypt? Let’s face it, you do like your creature comforts.

KALINKA:
After the honeymoon, we’re actually going to be opening our own bar.

Lexika looks at Kalinka with amusement.

LEXIKA:
A bar, Kalinka? Really, honey, how long do you expect that to last?

INT. NEW YORK GRAVEYARD, ANCIENT CRYPT

The crypt’s floor is littered with clothes, both clean and dirty, as Clem frantically searches for his lucky socks. Spike casually sifts through the clothes next to the groom-to-be and shakes his head.

SPIKE:
There’s no sign of ‘em, mate.

Clem throws his arms into the air in utter frustration.

CLEM:
They have to be here!

Spike slumps to the ground.

SPIKE:
We’ve been searching for hours and I’m all outta ideas.
(beat)
So, if you have a burst of inspiration, be sure to let me know.

Clem slumps down to Spike and sighs. His eyes scan the crypt and his head turns slowly. He looks at the coffin and smiles. He nudges Spike, who follows his line of sight.

SPIKE:
Oh, no. No, no, no, you have to be kidding me, Clem.

CLEM:
Well, they could be in there.

SPIKE:
And what would they be doing sitting inside a tomb with a rotten corpse?

Clem shrugs his shoulders and looks at Spike earnestly.

CLEM:
He’s about two hundred years old, Spike. I’d say he’s well past rotten by now.

SPIKE:
Fine, mate. But only ‘cause it’s your special day.

Clem grins and rushes toward the coffin. Spike follows slowly and the duo lift the lid with all their strength. The lid opens slowly and Clem peers in excitedly, only for the expression to fade as they see the skeletal remains, sans Clem’s lucky socks.

CLEM:
They’re not here.

SPIKE (sarcastically):
Well, that’s a surprise.

CLEM:
You’ll have to run out and buy me some new socks, Spike.

Spike turns his head toward the entrance of the crypt, flabbergasted, as the sun shines inside.

SPIKE:
It’s bloody daylight outside! And, for those in the back of the class, I’m a bleedin’ vampire! Vampire, daylight, bad, Clem.

CLEM:
I really need socks, Spike.

Spike shakes his head in disbelief.

SPIKE:
I can’t wait for this wedding so you can stop being such a bloody bridezilla.

CLEM:
I’m the groom, Spike.

SPIKE:
Could’a fooled me, mate.

Clem sighs and nods his head with resignation.

CLEM:
Fair enough, Spike.

Clem lifts the skeleton’s leg up, snapping it from the torso. He looks at Spike, embarrassed for a brief second, before lifting the leg out of the coffin. Clem removes the shoe, and looks at the tattered remains of the sock.

CLEM:
Ooh, this is nice.

Spike shakes his head.

CLEM:
Can you grab the other sock?

Spike shoots Clem a perplexed look before shrugging his shoulders in concession.

SPIKE:
Yeah, whatever, mate.

FADE OUT.

END OF TEASER.

OPENING CREDITS ROLL:

Theme: “Crash” by Static-X & Mephisto Odyssey

Starring:
Rachael Leigh Cook as Shell Moore
James C Leary as Clem
Laura Harris as Kalinka
With Amy Acker as Winifred Burkle
And Ron Perlman as Bob

Guest-Starring:
James Marsters as Spike
Eliza Dushku as Faith Lehane
Ken Watanabe as Oni
Callum Blue as the Jack of Spades
Natasha Gregson Wagner as Beck Richardson
Aya Ueto as Tok
Andy Umberger as D’Hoffryn
And Bruce Campbell as Victor Murch

Created by Allan Whatford with Marie Menninga.

Based on the TV series “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” and “Angel”, created by Joss Whedon.

END CREDITS.

[Allan]

Act One[/u]

INT. DOMINION BAR

The Dominion Bar is virtually empty, free of customers. It is closed for business. The area is spotless, indicating that it has been closed for some time. Toward the centre of the bar, KALINKA sits on a couch next to Clem, who is still healing from his wounds. Clem leans in toward Kalinka, who smiles contentedly as Clem flinches slightly as he snuggles his head into her shoulder.

KALINKA:
This is nice, Clem. I mean, we’re up against Oni, who’s intent on killing us all, but that aside, this is nice.

CLEM:
It is nice. And we’ll stop Oni. I know we will. Shell has the words that will destroy him, and she’s been busy training with Bob non-stop since then.

KALINKA:
I hope you’re right, honey.

CLEM:
“Honey,” that’s nice. We’ve been back together for a little over a week now, but it still makes me feel warm inside.

Kalinka giggles and Clem flinches.

CLEM:
Ow…

KALINKA:
You’re still sore?

Clem nods his head.

KALINKA:
Sorry, Clem. But that was just so corny.

CLEM:
I’ve been corny ever since the day we met.

KALINKA:
Yeah, Clem, I’m well aware of that.

CLEM:
So, tomorrow…

Kalinka looks at her husband with an exaggerated glance of confusion.

KALINKA:
Tomorrow?
(beat)
Am I missing something?

Clem pulls his head away from Kalinka’s shoulder and turns to face her. He glares at her.

CLEM:
It’s our wedding anniversary!
(beat)
Three years, Kallie!

KALINKA:
Oh, right, that. I forgot we were married. Three years, huh?

Kalinka struggles to fight herself from laughing, but finally breaks. Clem smirks in response and she leans in and kisses him.

EXT. PHOTOK DIMEMSION – DAY

The sky is illuminated by a bright red sun shining brightly over the land below. A gentle wind blows across the ground of a barren wasteland, lifting dirt from the ground and revealing the skeletal remains of demons underneath.

SHELL and BOB stand opposite each other, near the edge of a cliff. They are both poised for battle, the two of them wielding swords.

BOB:
Shell, we’ve been at this for a week now. You keep telling me that you have the words inside you, but I’m yet to see a shred of evidence to back that up.

Shell rolls her eyes as Bob looks at her with frustration and relaxes her pose.

SHELL:
Right, is this the part where you’re going to accuse me of selling everyone out to Oni again?

Bob also relaxes his pose, adopting a more friendly stance.

BOB:
I never accused you, Shell.

SHELL:
Sorry, Bob. What I meant to say is, is this where you’re going to insinuate I’ve been selling everyone out?

BOB:
No, Shell, it’s not.
(beat)
But if we’re going to stop Oni, you need to be able to use these words.

SHELL:
We don’t know what these words are for, Bob. I mean, am I actually supposed to say them? It’s not exactly like they’re magic words that don’t come up in everyday conversation.

BOB:
You have a better suggestion?

SHELL:
Maybe I’m just supposed to embody them or something.

BOB:
Maybe. So let’s try it.
(beat)
Show me strength.

Shell steps back and grips her sword firmly. Her muscles tighten as she glares up at Bob. She sprints toward the demon, aims her sword at him and thrusts it toward his torso. Bob adopts a defensive stance and blocks her attack. Shell slashes her sword at him again, only to have it blocked. She jumps backward and leaps into the air, aiming her sword at Bob’s head. Bob manoeuvres around Shell and slashes his sword toward hers, knocking it from her hand.

Shell glances at her sword as it crashes to the ground. She runs toward Bob, grabs his wrist with one hand, and punches her free fist into the blade of his sword, knocking it free from his hand. She punches Bob in the chest, sending him reeling backward, and follows it with a kick to the stomach. Bob edges backward and Shell leaps into the air, kicking him in the chin, knocking him to the ground.

Shell stands over Bob and stares down at him. He smiles back up toward her and she extends her arm down and helps him up from the ground.

BOB:
Nicely done, Shell.

SHELL:
I’m always happy to accept a compliment, Bob.

BOB:
Let’s see if you can earn yourself another.
(beat)
Show me resilience.

Shell looks at Bob with confusion, unsure of how she can show that to him. Bob clenches his fist.

SHELL:
Crap…

Bob punches his fist at Shell. She lifts her forearm to block the blow, but is too late as his fist clips the side of her arm and connects with her jaw.

SHELL:
Ow! Was that necessary?

BOB:
Don’t complain, Shell. Be resilient.

Bob throws another punch at the Slayer, who catches his fist before it can connect with her. Bob struggles to pull it free from Shell’s grip unsuccessfully. Bob clenches his free fist and punches toward Shell’s midsection. With lightning-fast reflexes, Shell catches his fist with her free hand.

Bob smirks as he uses his brute strength to lift his arms over his head, flipping Shell behind him. He kicks his leg back behind him and into Shell’s knee, the impact forcing her to release her grip. Bob spins around to face his opponent and Shell glances back toward the cliff about two feet behind her. She glances down below the cliff and at the translucent purple liquid flowing fifty metres below.

SHELL:
What is that? Some kind of acid?

BOB:
Let’s not find out.

Bob rushes toward Shell and wraps his arms around her body. The two grapple with each other, wrestling to gain the upper hand. Bob pushes at Shell with all his strength and her feet scrape across the ground as he edges her toward the cliff’s edge. Shell glances behind her worriedly before using her momentum and Bob’s weight against him, flipping him to the ground. Bob struggles against Shell and she bends him backward, holding his head over the edge of the cliff.

SHELL:
So, do I win?

BOB:
I’d say not yet, but I’m a little worried you’ll hurl me over the cliff.

Shell grins.

SHELL:
Yeah, probably.

Bob stands up and the two of them walk away from the cliff.

SHELL:
So now, we need to do the third one?

BOB:
Hope.

Shell ponders this for a brief second before opening her mouth.

SHELL:
Um…I hope I can kick your arse?

Bob shakes his head and smirks, amused.

BOB:
Fair enough, Shell.
(beat)
I can see that working with Oni. It’s our final battle, with the fate of Earth, and who knows how many other dimensions at stake, and you walk up to him and say “I hope I kick your arse”.

Shell punches Bob on the shoulder playfully.

BOB:
You never know. He might die laughing.

SHELL:
Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence, Bob.

BOB:
Any time, Shell.
(beat)
But I get your point, how do you inspire hope while sparring?

Shell shrugs her shoulders.

BOB:
Come on, let’s get out of here.

Bob turns away from Shell and leads her through the barren land.

BOB:
You’ve done well today.

INT. DOMINION BAR

The door to the Dominion Bar opens and Bob steps inside, followed closely by Shell. Bob looks around the bar area, noticing the lack of customers, then looks toward Kalinka with concern. He walks toward her.

BOB:
You’re still closed, Kalinka?

KALINKA:
I didn’t think you particularly cared about business here, Bob.

BOB:
I don’t.
(beat)
But you and Clem both do.

Kalinka nods her head.

KALINKA:
Well, we built it up from nothing.
(beat)
But with everything happening lately, what with Oni, Clem being kidnapped and tortured, and all the stress, I thought we should keep it closed for a little while. Until we know what’s happening, at least.

BOB:
Fair enough.
(beat, to Clem):
Are you holding up okay?

CLEM:
Yeah, I am, thanks, Bob. Still a little sore, but I’ll survive.

Kalinka reaches her arm around Clem’s shoulders and grips him tightly.

BOB:
Tomorrow night?

CLEM:
It’s our wedding anniversary.

Surprised, Bob looks at the two of them.

BOB:
And you’re celebrating it?

Kalinka nods her head.

KALINKA:
Where have you been for the past week?

BOB:
Busy.
(beat)
Between trying to figure out Oni’s next move and escalating Shell’s training, things have been…hectic.

CLEM:
Things are always hectic, Bob.

Bob smiles.

BOB:
I guess they are.

Bob turns his head away from Clem and Kalinka and looks toward Shell, who is behind the bar fixing herself a glass of water. He lifts his arm and waves to her, signalling for her to join the conversation. Shell walks around the bar and toward the couch opposite Clem and Kalinka and sits.

BOB:
I’ve been thinking, guys. We need a break. The past couple of months have been tough, and we need to take some time out to rejuvenate.

Surprised, Shell spits out her water.

SHELL:
What?
(beat)
Who are you, and what have you done with Bob? No, scratch that. Don’t tell me, I like you more.

BOB:
Glad to hear it, Shell.
(beat)
Anyway, in honour of Clem and Kalinka’s wedding anniversary, tomorrow seems like the perfect opportunity.

INT. TOKYO, WOLFRAM & HART OFFICE SUITE

ONI stands proudly in the office suite, glancing at the Spear of Destiny as it rests on its mantle in the centre of the office. He lifts the spear, looks over it and smiles lovingly.

ONI:
You will be free, my love. As soon as you are ready, you shall rule alongside me, Illyria.

Oni hears a knock at the front door and places the Spear of Destiny back on its mantle. He turns around to face the door.

ONI:
You may enter.

The door opens and MIRANDA HENDRICKS steps inside the office. She walks toward ONI and bows before him.

MIRANDA:
You summoned me.

ONI:
I did.

Oni turns his back toward Miranda and walks toward a bookshelf on the far wall. He reaches for a large book and places it on the office’s desk. Miranda walks toward the desk as Oni opens the book to a page featuring a sketch of a man of about fifty years of age, dressed in traditional warlock garb.

ONI:
Victor Murch was a worshipper of the Dark Arts and one of my few remaining acolytes, leading what was referred to as the “Cult of Oni”. He passed on one hundred years ago from yesterday, murdered by the Slayer of 1908.
(beat)
After his demise, the Cult dispersed, only to be referred to again in hushed whispers.

Miranda nods her head.

MIRANDA:
He’s dead, I’m not sure I follow.

ONI:
With his dying breath, Victor cast one last spell. One hundred years after his passing, he will return.

MIRANDA:
He’ll return from the dead?

ONI:
He shall.
(beat)
Victor prophesised not only my return, but also my conquering of Earth and the dimensions.

MIRANDA:
And let me guess, he also prophesised that he’ll be at your side.

Oni swivels his head, shooting Miranda a dirty stare.

ONI:
Do I detect insolence, Miranda?

Miranda shakes her head.

MIRANDA:
No, my master.

ONI:
Victor Murch will be my General in the war against Shell Moore and her allies. He will lead the Slayers and demons to victory.

MIRANDA (shocked):
What?
(beat)
But I’ve been leading the Slayers. Ever since Sarah failed and disappeared, I’ve led them.

ONI:
You were only intended as a leader for the interim, Miranda, as was Sarah Welles. And let us not forget your own failures.
(beat)
But you still have a purpose to serve, Miranda. One that does not concern the Slayers…something that is more important.

MIRANDA:
What do you need me to do?

ONI:
Victor Murch is due to rise in 18 hours. I need you to be there to greet him and bring him to me.

MIRANDA:
And where is he?

ONI:
New York.

Miranda looks up at Oni, worried.

MIRANDA:
New York, isn’t that Shell’s home?

ONI:
It is. However, she has been spending all of her time at the Dominion in their futile attempts to stop me. She poses no risk to you there.
(beat)
You will select three Slayers to take with you, in case Victor’s rise proves to be problematic.

MIRANDA:
Problematic?

ONI:
Despite the power within him, Victor Murch is merely mortal. His rise may cause some disorientation, and he may forget his cause. If this is the case, remind him by any means necessary.

MIRANDA:
Understood.

Miranda bows to Oni and turns to leave the office.

EXT. NEW YORK GRAVEYARD, ANCIENT CRYPT – NIGHT

A full moon shines brightly in the night sky above the ominous looking graveyard. Four figures walk stealthily through the misty graveyard, ducking and weaving between large, over-arching trees and concrete headstones. One figure moves swiftly ahead of the other three and steps into the moonlight, revealing herself to be Miranda, dressed in a kimono, with a katana sheathed.

Miranda turns back to the group and signals to them to move closer. Three Slayers – BELLE, SAM and ALICIA, each of them dressed in similar garb to Miranda – follow Miranda’s cue and step out from the shadows and move toward her.

MIRANDA (low):
Keep on your toes, guys. We don’t know what to expect from this guy.

The Slayers nod and follow Miranda as she approaches a large, foreboding crypt. The four Slayers take a step back as a bright light begins to emanate from the crypt’s entrance.

MIRANDA:
Looks like we’re on.

INT. NEW YORK GRAVEYARD, ANCIENT CRYPT

The Slayers step inside the dark, dank crypt. Belle, Sam and Alicia look nervously at their surroundings and the haunting sculptures adorning the area. Miranda, however, is focused on the tomb, which is glowing brightly, illuminating the room. Miranda draws her weapon and signals for the three young Slayers to do the same. They draw their katanas nervously as Miranda stands her ground.

A faint knocking can be heard, startling the three young Slayers.

ALICIA:
What the–? Did you guys hear that?

Miranda lifts her forefinger to her lips, asking for quiet. The knocking can be heard again, steadily growing louder and louder.

MIRANDA:
It’s coming from the tomb.

The tapping continues to grow louder still, and the Slayers look at each other nervously. The sound increases its pace, and the sound becomes more desperate than haunting. Slowly, the lid of the tomb begins to open, being lifted by two hands from inside it, before collapsing with a loud thud.

Miranda looks at the tomb with confusion as a muffled voice of frustration can be heard inside.

SAM:
Maybe we should help?

Miranda nods her head.

MIRANDA:
Okay, Sam, you and Belle, open the tomb. Alicia, you stand your ground. Be prepared.

Belle looks at Sam nervously before the two of them approach the tomb. Belle walks toward the far end of the tomb, while Sam stays close, and together, the two of them lift the lid from the tomb and drop it on the ground.

Alicia jumps back, startled, as VICTOR MURCH suddenly sits up in his tomb and looks at the group of Slayers.

VICTOR:
Oh, thank God! Do you know what it’s like to be cooped up in such a confined space for a hundred years?

Miranda glances at her fellow Slayers, unsure of how to respond to the abrasive warlock.

VICTOR:
Well, come on, then! Give a guy a hand.
(beat)
Look, don’t stand there and gawk, I can’t do it myself. Some bastard snapped off my legs!

Victor reaches down into his tomb and pulls out a severed leg and waves it in the air at the Slayers.

VICTOR:
Makes it kind of hard to get around, don’t you think?

FADE OUT.

END OF ACT ONE.

[Allan]

Act Two[/u]

EXT. NEW YORK CITY, PARK – NIGHT

The moon and stars illuminate a clear night sky over the park. Large trees adorn the area, swaying slowly in the gentle breeze as music plays in the background. Lexika, wearing a formal dress, stands near Spike, dressed in his standard dust jacket, who is standing next to Clem, dressed in a tartan suit with green elbow patches.

Music – “Funkytown” by Lipps Inc:
Gotta make a move to a
Town that's right for me
Town to keep me movin'
Keep me groovin' with some energy

CAPTION:
Three years ago tonight.

Clem watches nervously at the hundred or so demons sitting restlessly in their seats, and a demonic MARRIAGE CELEBRANT looks at his watch impatiently.

SPIKE:
D’you have something better to do, mate?

MARRIAGE CELEBRANT:
I’m missing the Superbowl.

Spike shakes his head in disgust as Clem taps him on the shoulder.

Music (continued):
Well, I talk about it
Talk about it
Talk about it
Talk about it
Talk about, Talk about
Talk about movin’

CLEM:
Do you have it?

Spike nods his head and reaches into an inner pocket in his jacket. He pulls out a small box, and opens it up to show Clem the golden ring inside. Clem grins with glee.

CLEM:
One ring to rule them all…

SPIKE:
“Lord of the bloody Rings,” Clem? It’s your wedding night and you’re quoting that?

CLEM:
I like Frodo.

Lexika turns to the duo scornfully.

LEXIKA:
Would you two please just hush?

Spike turns his head to Clem and rolls his eyes sarcastically as he nudges his head toward Lexika. The three of them look up as the music’s volume increases.

Music (continued):
Gotta move on
Gotta move on
Gotta move on

Kalinka, dressed in a beautiful, white wedding dress walks down the makeshift aisle, next to D’Hoffryn, dressed in a robe; the two of them linked at the elbows.

CLEM (stunned, under breath):
Wow.
(beat)
Wow wow wow.

Music (continued):
Won't you take me to
Funkytown
Won't you take me to
Funkytown
Won't you take me to
Funkytown
Won't you take me to
Funkytown

The demonic guests’ eyes all trail Kalinka as she approaches the altar. Clem grins from ear to ear, as does Kalinka as their eyes meet. Kalinka and D’Hoffryn reach the altar and the music fades into silence. Clem’s grin disappears momentarily as D’Hoffryn shoots him a steely glare.

D’HOFFRYN:
Look after my dear Kalinka, won’t you, Clem?

CLEM:
Of course I will. You have nothing to worry about.

D’HOFFRYN:
I should hope so. Because I would hate for anyone to need to exact vengeance upon you.

Clem gulps before looking toward Kalinka and smiling lovingly to his wife-to-be. The celebrant steps forward.

MARRIAGE CELEBRANT:
We are gathered here this evening for the purpose of uniting in marriage Kalinka and Clem. I remind you both to always remember that strength, resilience and hope are the foundations of a happy and enduring home.
(beat)
No other demon ties are more tender, and no other blood oath more important, than those you now assume. If you both keep these vows, your home will always be filled with happiness.
(beat)
Please join hands now.

Clem and Kalinka tenderly hold each other’s hands as Spike, Lexika and the guests watch.

MARRIAGE CELEBRANT:
The contract of marriage is most solemn and is not to be entered into lightly, but thoughtfully and seriously, and with a deep realisation of all its obligations and responsibilities.
(beat)
Clem, do you take this demon, Kalinka, to be your wife?

Clem nods his head emphatically, to laughter from the guests. He turns to Kalinka and opens his arms as wide as he can.

CLEM:
I love you this much!
(beat)
I love you enough to do anything for you, to give you my heart, my love, and if I had a soul, I’d give that to you, too. I love you enough to give you all of my time, effort, thoughts and talent; enough to protect you, to care for you, to hold and listen to you, even when you’re nagging me.
(beat)
Enough to be silly around you and to be myself.
(beat)
I love you enough to share my sentiments, my dreams and goals, my hopes and worries, and all eternity with you. I love you enough to fight for you, to compromise and sacrifice myself for you if need be. I love you enough to miss you when we’re apart, no matter how long it is for, or how far apart we are. I love you enough to stand by you through the worst of times.
(beat)
Enough to never ever ever ever give up on us, to be with you whenever you need or want me, and I never want to leave or live without you.

Tears slowly swell in Kalinka’s eyes as Clem stretches his arms open again.

CLEM:
I love you this much.

The marriage celebrant turns to Kalinka.

MARRIAGE CELEBRANT:
Kalinka, do you take this demon, Clem, to be your husband?

KALINKA:
I do.
(beat)
Clem, you have filled my world with meaning.
(beat)
You have made me so happy and more fulfilled than I have ever been, as a human, or a Vengeance Demon. Thank you for taking me as I am, for loving me and for welcoming me into your heart.
(beat)
Tonight I choose you to be my partner, and commit myself to you for ever. I choose to live with you and laugh with you; to stand by your side, and sleep in your arms; to be joy to your heart, and food for your soul; to bring out the best in you always, and, for you, to be the most that I can.
(beat)
I promise to laugh with you in good times, to struggle with you in bad; to solace you when you are downhearted; to wipe your tears with my hands; to play with you as much as I can for all time.
(beat)
I promise that I will be with you always, that I will always be faithful to you, and that I shall never betray your trust.

The celebrant nods his head and turns back to Clem.

MARRIAGE CELEBRANT:
Place and hold the ring on the ring finger of Kalinka's left hand and repeat after me: This ring I thee give, in token and in pledge of my enduring love. With this ring I thee wed.

Spike passes the ring to Clem, who fumbles, dropping it onto the ground. He picks up the ring, polishes it with his coat, and places it on Kalinka’s finger.

CLEM:
This ring I thee give, in token and in pledge of my enduring love. With this ring I thee wed.

The celebrant turns to Kalinka.

MARRIAGE CELEBRANT:
Place and hold the ring on the ring finger of Clem's left hand and repeat after me: This ring I thee give, in token and in pledge of my enduring love. With this ring I thee wed.

Lexika passes the ring to Kalinka, who places it on Clem’s finger.

KALINKA:
This ring I thee give, in token and in pledge of my enduring love. With this ring I thee wed.

MARRIAGE CELEBRANT:
Now that you have joined yourselves in solemn matrimony, may you strive to meet this commitment with the same love and devotion that you both now possess. By virtue of the authority vested in me by www.Celebrants-R-Us.com, I now pronounce that you are demon and wife.
(beat)
You may now kiss the bride.

Clem leans toward Kalinka, lifts her veil, embraces her and kisses his new wife on the lips, lifting his leg effeminately. Spike smiles as he watches, subtly wiping a tear from his eye.

SPIKE:
Bloody pollen, I swear…

Lexika glances toward Spike, rolls her eyes disdainfully and shakes her head condescendingly.

INT. NEW YORK GRAVEYARD, ANCIENT CRYPT

Miranda, Belle, Sam and Alicia all stare at Victor in stunned disbelief as he waves his severed leg in the air. Miranda steps toward the warlock and glances down into the coffin and back up at him.

MIRANDA:
You’re Victor Murch? The warlock?

VICTOR (sarcastically):
No, I’m the goddamn tooth fairy. And I look damn fine in a tutu.

As Miranda extends both arms, Victor places his leg back inside the coffin gently. Miranda grabs his hands and lifts him to the lid, being absolutely certain to sit him on the lid carefully.

MIRANDA:
You’re not exactly what I was expecting.

VICTOR:
You could say I’m half the man I used to be.
(beat)
Could you be a doll and grab my legs for me?

Miranda shoots Victor a dirty stare, irked by his sexism, sighs, and reaches into the coffin and hands him his legs.

VICTOR:
Okay, now I need you to hold them in place for me.

Miranda shakes her head, turns her back to Victor, and throws a leg each to Sam and Alicia.

MIRANDA:
You two do it.

Sam and Alicia look at each other, shrug their shoulders, walk toward Victor and kneel down, holding his legs in place. Victor closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, before his body begins to glow white. His legs glow red, slowly reattaching themselves to his body. Victor opens his eyes and grins.

VICTOR:
I may be a ballroom dancer yet!

Victor stands up, does a little jig, and looks at Miranda.

VICTOR:
So, who are you girls anyway?

MIRANDA:
I am Miranda, and these are Alicia, Sam and Belle. We’re Slayers.

Victor begins to laugh hysterically.

VICTOR:
Yeah, sure you are. I hate to break this to you, but there is one Slayer per generation. Not four!

MIRANDA:
Try thousands. A lot has changed in a hundred years.

VICTOR:
You’re serious.
(beat)
So, you’re here to slay me? Again?

MIRANDA:
I wish.
(beat)
We work for Oni.

Victor rubs his chin in contemplation.

VICTOR:
Oni…Oni…why does that name ring a bell?

MIRANDA:
You were his acolyte.

VICTOR:
Oh, yeah, that’s right!
(beat)
So, he’s risen again, huh?

Miranda nods her head.

VICTOR:
Well, screw him! I have better things to do…like find the guy who broke my legs.

Miranda shakes her head in resigned frustration.

INT. DOMINION BAR

Bob is behind the bar, tidying the shelves and putting glasses away. He hears Shell enter from the back area and looks up to greet her.

BOB:
You’re still here, Shell?

SHELL:
I’m on my way out to meet Jack. Gonna show him the finest fast food New York has to offer.

BOB:
He knows he’s always welcome here, right?

SHELL:
Yeah, of course he does. I think.

Bob nods his head.

SHELL:
You’re staying in? You really should consider getting out yourself.

BOB:
I will in a few minutes. I have some shopping to do.

SHELL:
There’s a new N’Sync CD out?

BOB:
Not since 2001, sadly. It’s worse than any hell dimension.
(beat)
No, I have to grab something, then I’m seeing a friend.

SHELL:
A special friend, Bob?

BOB:
No, Shell, a friend. Plain and simple.

SHELL:
Well, just as long as she’s cute.

BOB:
Don’t forget that Clem and Kalinka want you back here for something. Jack, too.

SHELL:
Thanks for the reminder. See you then.

Shell waves goodbye and walks toward the bar’s exit. She opens the door and looks back to Bob.

SHELL:
Enjoy the date!

BOB:
It’s not a…

Shell disappears, closing the door behind her.

BOB:
…date.

INT. PHENLAH DIMENSION, RESTAURANT

Clem and Kalinka sit together at a table for two in a secluded corner of the restaurant. Their hands reach across the table, past empty plates, caressing each other gently as a single candle burns with a blue flame. They smile, listening to the distinct beat of a LARGE GREEN DEMON playing skulls like drums.

A small WAITER with bright purple skin approaches the table and smiles warmly to the couple.

WAITER:
I trust you enjoyed your meals?

Clem nods his head.

CLEM:
It was fantastic.

KALINKA:
It really was wonderful. Could we see the desert menu?

WAITER:
I will have it to you shortly.

CLEM:
Thanks.

The demon walks away into the distance and Clem looks at Kalinka lovingly.

CLEM:
Wow, it seems like so long since we were here last.

Kalinka nods her head.

CLEM:
And that whole thing with D’Hoffryn happened.

KALINKA:
Clem, do you have to bring that up tonight?

CLEM:
Sorry, Kallie. I just meant that it led to all these problems between us, and I never thought we’d be happy again. But here we are, enjoying a great dinner, and, well, we’re happy.

KALINKA:
I know I am.

CLEM:
Me too, Kallie. I love you.

KALINKA:
It really has been quite the year for us, hasn’t it? Between D’Hoffryn, the Tengu and Oni, it’s been non-stop. I’m just glad that we could get past it.

CLEM:
I’m just embarrassed that we doubted we would.

Kalinka leans forward and kisses Clem gently on the cheek.

KALINKA:
No matter what happens, Clem, we’ll always be together. Always.

INT. NEW YORK, FAST FOOD RESTAURANT

The volume inside the fast food restaurant high, packed full of noisy customers who are eating their burgers and fries and sipping on their drinks. Shell and JACK sit on a tiny table, leaning in closely so they can hear each other talk. Jack takes a bite of his burger as Shell nibbles on a chip.

JACK:
Wow, this is amazing. I’ve never had anything like it.

SHELL:
Really?

JACK:
On Grimmfaerie, we never ate anything so…casual. I love it.

Shell smiles as she finishes her chip and picks up another.

SHELL:
So, I was talking to Bob before I left and he wanted me to remind you that you’re welcome to stay at the Dominion.

JACK:
I know.

SHELL:
And…?

JACK:
And, I don’t know, it feels a little awkward. You guys are all so tightly-knit, it just wouldn’t feel right.

SHELL:
You think? Between Bob, Clem and Kalinka, I need another sane person to talk to. Really, I think I’m losing my mind.

JACK:
You want me there to talk?

SHELL:
Well, the sex isn’t bad, either.

Startled, Jack swivels his head around, looking at all the customers.

JACK:
Shell, you’re mentioning that here?

SHELL:
Relax, Jack. All these people are wrapped up in their own conversations they don’t give a damn about what anyone else is saying.
(beat)
Welcome to America.

JACK:
You’d really like me to stay there?

Shell nods her head.

SHELL:
I really would. Really.

JACK:
And you won’t get sick of me?

SHELL:
Doubt it.
(beat)
Look, with everything you’ve been through on Grimmfaerie and with the Queen of Hearts, I think you could do with the company. Besides, I love you.

JACK (shocked):
You what?

SHELL:
I love…this restaurant?

JACK:
You love me.

SHELL:
Yeah, I do. Is that too soon?

JACK:
No, I’ve been waiting for you to say that for months, Shell.
(beat)
I love you, too.

Jack finishes his burger, leans toward Shell and kisses her.

SHELL:
Mmm, burger breath!

INT. BEXL DIMENSION, TRINKET SHOP

A five-foot tall, female, ELDERLY DEMON with pale grey skin and bright orange, straggly hair, wipes down the counter of her small trinket shop. The shop has a musty feel to it, and its walls and shelves are adorned with various trinkets and mystical objects

The elderly demon looks up as a bell over the door rings, alerting him to the door opening as Bob steps inside. He rushes toward the counter.

ELDERLY DEMON:
Can I help you, young man?

BOB:
I hope so. I heard a rumour that you have the Amulet of Voltok.

ELDERLY DEMON:
And what would a Cessation Demon such as yourself be wanting with such an item?

BOB:
That’s my business. Do you have it?

ELDERLY DEMON:
Why, there’s no need to snap, my dear boy. And yes, it’s kept safely out the back. I’ll be back shortly.

The elderly demon wanders out the back and Bob casually looks at some of the trinkets on the counter. The elderly demon soon returns holding the amulet and passes it to Bob to inspect. She keeps a grip on the chain cautiously.

BOB:
And this is real?

ELDERLY DEMON:
Oh, I only sell legitimate items.
(beat)
Can you pay the price?

BOB:
What is it?

ELDERLY DEMON:
For an item such as this…the body of a newborn baby.

Bob’s mouth opens in shock.

BOB:
You can’t be serious.

ELDERLY DEMON:
Oh, but I can. For an item with this much power, the price must be steep. The life of pure innocence.

Bob grabs the elderly demon and lifts her into the air. He glares at her.

BOB:
Oh, I’m not killing an innocent.

The elderly demon smiles widely, revealing large sharp teeth.

ELDERLY DEMON:
I think you will.

Bob extends a spike from below the wrist of his free arm and stabs the demon through the chest. Blood runs from the wound, dripping to the ground.

BOB:
If I’m killing anyone, it’s not an innocent.

Bob drops the elderly demon’s lifeless body to the ground, reaches down, takes the amulet from her hands and turns to leave the shop.

INT. NEW YORK GRAVEYARD, ANCIENT CRYPT

Miranda, Belle, Sam and Alicia stare at Victor in disbelief.

MIRANDA:
I’m really sorry, but that is not an option.

VICTOR:
You really believe that, don’t you? Isn’t that cute?

Frustrated, Miranda slashes her katana at Victor, who raises his hand and telekinetically blocks her attack. With a flick of his wrist, Victor sends Miranda’s weapon crashing across the far side of the crypt.

VICTOR:
Look, I’ve just woken up after being dead for the last hundred years. I’m understandably a little cranky, so believe me when I say that you do not want to piss me off. Understand?

MIRANDA:
Oni will not be happy.

VICTOR:
Tell somebody who gives a damn. I am going to find the son of a bitch who defiled my corpse, and then, if you are lucky, I may grace Oni with my presence.

Miranda rolls her eyes.

MIRANDA:
And how do we find him? Or her, even?

The pigmentation in Victor’s eyes disappears as they turn white.

VICTOR:
Let the act of the transgression placed upon my corpse be shown. Reveal to me he who must be punished…

A translucent image of the crypt, exactly one year ago, fills the area. Victor, Miranda, Belle, Sam and Alicia watch the scene play out as Clem lifts Victor’s leg up, snapping it from the torso. He looks at Spike, embarrassed for a brief second, before lifting the leg out of the coffin. Clem removes the shoe, and looks at the tattered remains of the sock.

CLEM:
Ooh, this is nice.

The image disappears, and Miranda shakes her head.

MIRANDA (sarcastic, under breath):
Wow, this night just keeps getting better…

FADE OUT.

END OF ACT TWO.

[Allan]

Act Three[/u]

EXT. TOKYO, CITY STREET – NIGHT

Three GARGOYLES swoop through the air, ducking and weaving as they descend toward street level and a screaming, panicked crowd. Gargoyle #1 snatches a YOUNG GIRL with his feet, lifts her into the air, and flings her across the road, smashing her into a window three storeys high.

FRED watches the attack in horror and turns to FAITH, who draws her sword.

FAITH:
C’mon, Fred, what are you waiting for?

FRED:
S…sorry. All this chaos, it’s just horrible.

TOK drops to the ground from a wall she had been scaling and looks at Fred earnestly.

TOK:
Which is why we’ve spent the last month working to contain all this.

Faith turns away from the group, and runs after gargoyle #1 as it flies toward the crowd. Gargoyle #2 hovers toward the top of a building across the road before flying directly at it, crumbling the architecture. Tok rushes across the road and leaps over a car, in pursuit of the gargoyle. Gargoyle #3 glares at Fred, who aims her crossbow at it.

The gargoyle swoops toward Fred, who responds by firing an arrow at it which simply bounces off its stone surface. Fred fires a second arrow, which has the exact same effect. The gargoyle connects with Fred, knocks her to the ground, snatches her crossbow, and crushes it with ease. Fred picks herself up from the ground and looks up at the gargoyle worriedly. She steps back and is startled as a hand touches her shoulder. She spins around defensively and lets out a sigh of relief when she recognises Bob.

FRED:
Bob! What a surprise!

BOB:
You’ll have to save your shock for later. It looks like things are a little hectic.

FRED:
Yeah, that’s like the understatement of the century…

Fred looks up and Bob has already left her side, in pursuit of gargoyle #3. The gargoyle grins maniacally as it spies Bob chasing it and, with its mouth open, soars toward Bob. Bob releases a spike from below his wrist and aims it at the gargoyle’s path. With the spike outstretched, Bob rushes toward the gargoyle, slamming the spike inside its mouth. Bob keeps his momentum and keeps running, slamming the gargoyle violently against a wall, cracking it. Bob shakes the dazed gargoyle from his spike and to the ground. The gargoyle looks up at the demon, just as his foot crashes down on its head, shattering it.

Faith fights through the panic-stricken crowd in pursuit of gargoyle #1. The gargoyle grabs an ELDERLY MAN and begins to lift him into the air. Faith frantically pushes past the people in her way and grabs the man by his legs. Struggling to keep her grip, she looks up at him.

FAITH:
Let go.

ELDERLY MAN:
I can’t…

FAITH:
Just do it!

The man lets go and Faith swiftly places him on the ground, leaps into the air, and grabs the gargoyle by its feet with one hand. The gargoyle soars into the air, carrying Faith above the crowd. With her free hand, the Slayer draws her sword. She pulls herself up toward the gargoyle’s back and smashes its wings violently, breaking them. The gargoyle plummets to the ground, both it and Faith landing on the pavement. The gargoyle shatters around Faith, who stands up and dusts herself off, inspecting the scratches left from the impact.

Tok looks up at the gargoyle that continues to destroy the top floor of the building. She reaches into her belt and withdraws a grapple gun and aims at the gargoyle’s tail. Tok fires it, shooting a hook connected to a rope which wraps itself around the gargoyle’s tail. Tok presses a button on her gun, retracting the rope and pulling her into the air, toward the gargoyle. Upon reaching it, Tok propels herself into the air and on to the top of the building.

The gargoyle lashes its tail at Tok and the ninja swiftly grabs it. The gargoyle thrashes about, trying to break free. Struggling to keep her grip, Tok looks away and signals with her free hand. Six NINJA PUPPETS leap onto the roof and rush toward Tok. They all leap from the roof and onto the gargoyle, weighing it down. Tok releases her grip, and the gargoyle plummets to the ground with the ninja puppets.

The ninja puppets all jump off the gargoyle as it shatters. They leap around excitedly, high-fiving each other. Tok waves from the roof down to them all approvingly.

Bob stands next to Fred, who is relieved that the gargoyles have all been disposed of. Faith approaches the two of them.

FAITH:
Hey, big guy, I wasn’t expecting to see you here.

BOB:
I’ve never been one to miss out on any excitement.
(beat)
This is what it’s always like?

FAITH:
‘Fraid so. It’s been a real nightmare.

BOB:
The sooner we end this, the better.
(beat)
Which is why I’m here.

Bob turns to Fred.

BOB:
Can we talk?

FRED:
Sure, Bob. Ask away.

BOB:
In private?

Fred nods her head and Bob leads her away from Faith. As the two of them walk down the street, Bob sees Tok scale down the wall of the building. He gives her a friendly wave.

INT. NEW YORK GRAVEYARD, ANCIENT CRYPT

Victor turns to Miranda and grins.

VICTOR:
What’s with the sarcasm? Let me guess, those jokers are friends of yours?

MIRANDA:
Hardly.
(beat)
I had some fun torturing the ugly one about a week back.

VICTOR:
Ah, torture! Is there any better way of passing the hours?
(beat)
What could he have on Oni that’s so important?

MIRANDA:
He and his friends are all that are standing in the way of Oni taking control of all the dimensions.

VICTOR:
Really? By the look of him, I’d have figured he’d have trouble tying his own shoelaces, let alone standing up to an Old One.

MIRANDA:
You’d be surprised.
(beat)
But it looks like that in the final battle with them, you’ll be able to get your revenge.
(beat)
Come on, Oni is waiting.

Victor laughs as he shakes his head.

VICTOR:
Oh no, Miranda. That is not how it’s working.

MIRANDA:
No, you do not want to piss Oni off.

VICTOR:
I’ll risk it.
(beat)
I’m finishing this damn thing now. You can either come along with me, or you can run back to your beloved Oni with your tail between your legs and explain to him how you managed to lose me. I really don’t care either way, but I wish you’d hurry up and make a decision, because after one hundred years, I’m really getting sick of this damn crypt!

Miranda rolls her eyes and shakes her head.

MIRANDA:
Fine.

VICTOR:
Excellent!
(beat)
So, where do we find these two?

INT. TOKYO, CAFÉ

The café is full of customers, who are sitting, socialising and drinking copious amounts of coffee. In the very back corner Fred sits with Bob, who is doing his best to look away from the staff and customers in an attempt to look inconspicuous.

FRED:
It’s nice to see you again, Bob.

BOB:
Thanks. It’s great to see you too, Fred.
(beat)
How’s life been treating you since…the transformation?

FRED:
It’s been…different. It’s taken some getting used to.

Bob’s eyes shift across to the customers worriedly before looking back at Fred.

BOB:
We’ll fix this. You have my word.

Fred smiles shyly before placing her hand gently on Bob’s.

FRED:
Bob, there’s no need. Honest. I was Illyria for a few years, but I’m back to being me. And I’d prefer to be me, rather than have my consciousness try and claw its way back into someone else’s life.

Bob nods his head, disappointed but understanding.

BOB:
I can understand that.
(beat)
But that isn’t actually why I wanted to talk. How much of your time as Illyria can you remember?

FRED:
It’s been coming back…well, most of it. Why?

BOB:
Well, as you know, Oni’s back. I need to gage his power level, and what I need to do to stop him.

FRED:
What you need to do? What about Shell, Clem, Kalinka and the guys?

BOB:
Oni’s been one step ahead of us all the time. I suspect someone’s been feeding him information.

FRED:
Wow…are you sure?

BOB:
Pretty much.

FRED:
Well, I’ll do everything I can to help.

Bob smiles appreciatively.

BOB:
Thanks.

FRED:
Illyria was powerful, Bob. I can’t speak for Oni, but I think it’s a pretty safe assumption that with him also being an Old One, that his power levels are pretty much on par with hers.
(beat)
She could change her appearance, basically between her regular appearance, and, well…me, as you’ve seen. She was really strong – like she had superhuman strength, and was virtually impossible to defeat. And she could manipulate the temporal flow…

BOB:
Temporal flow?

FRED:
She could play with and manipulate time. She could also open portals between dimensions, and, well…communicate with plants.

Bob smirks.

BOB:
Communicating with plants, huh? That’s a new one.

FRED:
A new one for an Old One!
(beat)
But it’s powerful stuff. When I – Illyria – was with Wolfram & Hart, Angel stripped her powers with a Mutari Generator.

BOB:
A Mutari Generator? How do I get one of those?

FRED:
I have no idea, Bob.

Bob nods his head in concession.

FRED:
But the thing is, they did it, not to stop her, but because her powers are dangerous. Unstable, even. I think it has to do with the human body not being able to fully contain an Old One.
(beat)
Bob, for all intents and purposes, Illyria was a time bomb just waiting to explode. If Oni’s in the same situation, he could destroy Tokyo, even before his plans come to fruition.

BOB:
Just wonderful. Thanks, though.
(beat)
Also, I have something for you.

Bob reaches into his pocket, withdraws the amulet and hands it to Fred.

BOB:
It’s called the Amulet of Voltok. It covers whoever wears it in a magical aura, making them, for all intents and purposes, a demon.

Fred shakes her head and looks at Bob sadly.

FRED:
Bob, I just told you that I’m happier like this. Just as plain old Winifred Burkle.

BOB:
No, Fred, that wasn’t what I meant. It means you can access the Dominion, come and see everyone.
(beat)
Clem and Kalinka are having a special celebration in there, and I’m sure they would like your company.

FRED:
Really?

BOB:
Despite everything, you’re still our friend. Please?

Fred smiles and takes the amulet. She hangs it over her neck and slowly, her eyes begin to glow gently.

FRED:
Thanks, Bob.

INT. DOMINION BAR

The tables are stacked up against the far wall, cleared from the main part of the bar. A few seats are arranged facing away from the wall and are seating Bob, Illyria, Shell, Jack and BECK. The demonic marriage celebrant looks at his watch impatiently. The Dominion’s main door swings open and Spike enters the bar. Beck looks toward him with glee, grinning from ear to ear, as the vampire walks toward the seats and sits down.

BECK:
Spike!

SPIKE:
Hey, Beck. Hey all.

The marriage celebrant clears his throat loudly to get everyone’s attention. The audience turns toward him.

MARRIAGE CELEBRANT:
Are we expecting to see these two any time soon? I’m missing the Superbowl. Again.

SPIKE:
They’ll be here in their own time, mate. Don’t get your panties in a twist, okay?

Fred turns to Bob.

FRED:
I’ve never been to a demonic wedding, before. Or even just seen demons renew their vows. How exciting!

BOB:
You’re not missing much, Fred.

The Dominion’s main door swings open violently and Victor enters, followed closely by Miranda, Belle, Sam and Alicia.

VICTOR:
Where the hell are they?

BOB (to Fred):
On second thought, maybe you are.

Spike leaps to his feet and glares at Victor and the Slayers.

SPIKE:
Where the hell are who, mate, and while I’m at it, who the hell are you?

Victor extends his arm and points his finger at Spike.

VICTOR:
You.

SPIKE:
What? You’re me? I really hope you’re not having yourself an existential crisis, because those rarely end well.

VICTOR:
You broke my legs.

SPIKE:
I what, now?

Victor lunges toward Spike. Spike stands firmly and smirks.

SPIKE:
C’mon, mate, do your worst.

Victor pauses.

VICTOR:
Ah, this place is protected, is it? Who was the amateur who concocted that?

The marriage celebrant rushes away from the makeshift altar.

MARRIAGE CELEBRANT:
Look, I’m not getting paid enough for this. I’m just going to go home and watch the Superbowl.

Victor’s hand begins to glow with a blue aura as he reaches toward the celebrant. He fires blue electricity directly at the celebrant, incinerating him.

VICTOR:
As I was saying, this protection spell is the work of amateurs.
(beat, to Spike)
Where’s your friend, Blondie?

SPIKE:
Oh, please tell me you’re not referring to that bloody git Angel. Because “friend” is putting an interesting spin on things.

Clem enters from the back room and looks at Victor, and then everyone else.

CLEM:
What, did you guys get started without us?

Victor turns to Clem and reaches toward him. He telekinetically throws Clem across the bar and toward Spike.

VICTOR:
And here’s the friend.
(beat)
Three years ago, do you remember what happened?

CLEM:
Yeah, I got married.

Victor shakes his head in disbelief at Clem’s innocence. Kalinka takes the opportunity to rush toward Victor. She throws a punch at him, but the blow connects with her own head.

VICTOR:
Just because I can get past that crappy spell, don’t expect you can.
(beat, to Clem)
Aside from your wedding, what happened three years ago?

Spike and Clem look at each other and shrug their shoulders. Bob, Beck, Shell, Jack and Illyria watch nervously as Kalinka picks herself up from the ground.

VICTOR:
Look, I’ll give Dumb and Dumber here a hint. It involved my legs being separated from my body. We were in a crypt. I was dead.

CLEM:
Was this three years ago…exactly?

Spike shakes his head.

SPIKE:
Clem, I tried telling you it was a bad idea…

CLEM:
Oh…we took your socks…

Frustrated, Victor extends his arms. A forceful wind begins to blow from his hands, knocking the tables and chairs over and smashing the glasses on the wall. The wind’s strength increases and everybody, save Victor, has trouble standing.

Beck’s hand begins to glow and flames start to appear on her palm. Bob looks at her and shakes his head.

BOB:
No, Beck. With the protection spell, you’ll likely incinerate yourself.

Clem fights against the wind to remove his shoes and peels off the socks.

CLEM:
Here, take them!

SPIKE:
I don’t think it’s the socks, mate. It’s his legs.

CLEM:
Look, I’m sorry!

The wind suddenly ceases blowing.

VICTOR:
You’re what?

CLEM:
I’m sorry that Spike and I broke your legs. It was an accident.
(beat)
You see, it was my wedding day and I couldn’t find my lucky socks. Spike and I looked for hours and hours, and we just couldn’t find them. So I thought I’d have yours, because, well, you were dead, and you wouldn’t be needing them. So when Spike and I went to take them, your legs accidentally snapped off.

Victor looks at Spike.

VICTOR:
It was an accident?

SPIKE:
Yeah, mate. If we knew you’d be rising from the grave an’ all, we wouldn’t have even taken your socks. I mean, I do have a soul and all.

Victor grins.

VICTOR:
You know, you two boys are all right!

Spike and Clem look at each other with confusion.

VICTOR:
So, were my socks lucky?

CLEM:
Well, we’ve made it through the first three years, so I guess so. We were just about to renew our vows—

KALINKA:
Before you killed the celebrant.

VICTOR:
Well, I was a little pissed off. I mean, your husband did snap my legs off.
(beat, to Clem and Spike)
But apology accepted. Sorry about the bar and the demon.

SHELL:
We’ll have to get Willow to upgrade the spell.

VICTOR:
Probably a good idea. And the sooner, the better.
(beat)
Because, as you’ve no doubt noticed, I’m here with the lovely Miranda and her friends.

SHELL:
Lovely? My vote would go with skanky.

VICTOR:
You make a good point.

MIRANDA:
Screw you, Shell.

VICTOR:
But as I was saying, I’m here with the skanky Miranda.

MIRANDA:
And screw you too, Victor.

VICTOR:
And that means I’m in league with Oni. Now, much as I appreciate your apology, it will come down to you all and me. And I will kill you. It’s a shame, because you all seem lovely, but a warlock’s gotta do what a warlock’s gotta do, right?

BOB:
And we’ll do what we have to do.

VICTOR:
Understood.

Miranda turns to Victor and the Slayers.

MIRANDA:
Can we please leave?

Victor nods his head.

VICTOR:
Well, I guess next time I see you folks, we’ll be fighting to the death. Ta ta for now.

The Slayers exit the bar followed by Victor.

BECK:
Well, that was…weird.

SHELL:
Yeah, I mean, how many supervillains can you stop with a simple “Sorry about that. My bad”?

Kalinka rushes to Clem and hugs him gently.

CLEM:
Now we can’t renew our vows…

KALINKA (to everyone):
Look, we invited you here for a little ceremony. We wanted to renew our vows in front of you all, because, aside from Spike, we didn’t know you then. But you are all our friends now, our family. We just wanted to share our love for each other with you.

BOB:
Look, I never got a marriage license off the internet, but if you want me to give it a shot, it’s all good.

Kalinka shakes her head.

KALINKA:
No, Bob. But thanks.
(beat)
I’m just grateful to still have Clem.

CLEM:
For ever and ever, Kalinka.
(beat)
And ever.

Clem and Kalinka lean in toward each other and kiss gently. Shell snuggles into Jack, Bob glances toward Fred briefly then looks away, and Beck reaches across to hold Spike’s hand, startling him before he pulls away.

EXT. TOKYO, CITY STREET – NIGHT

Faith and Tok stand back to back, breathing deeply. They are covered in cuts and bruises. Broken gargoyles are strewn across the street and the two of them smile.

FAITH:
Time to head back and catch some zees?

TOK:
It sounds like a…

FAITH:
Oh, no, Tok. More of those damn things?

Tok points into the distance to the top of the Wolfram & Hart tower, which can be seen over the city’s skyline. A bright light glows, expanding slowly.

TOK:
I think this is worse.

As the light expands, it becomes apparent that it is a portal to another dimension. Creatures leap and fly out from it and soon flood the night sky.

FAITH:
Much worse. And where the hell is Fred when we need her?

TOK:
We’ll need a lot more than Fred, Faith.

FADE OUT.

END OF ACT THREE.

CLOSING CREDITS ROLL.

Written by:
Allan Whatford

Story Editor:
Marie Menninga

Special Thanks:
Everyone who read this episode (and any of them, really!) - I hope you enjoyed it. Any comments in the feedback thread are appreciated. Thanks.

Dominion © 2007-2008 Allan Whatford

[Allan]

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