[Holtz places his hand directly below baby Connor's neck.]
Come any closer and I'll snap his neck!
[Angel comes to a dead stop.]
[All around them commandos are jumping out of their vehicles, cocking their machine guns.]
Yes. You are gonna give us the kid, Captain Holtz.
AngelDon't!
That's cute. You'd rather see the fanatic with the baby than us? [To Holtz] Those are automatic weapons pointed at you. They didn't have them in your time. They fire sixteen bullets per second.
Angel
And if they were going to use them they would have already. They want the baby alive.
Something we all have in common.
[The air shivers and Sahjhan appears.]
Angel
Yeah. You really don't want to. Your bullets won't kill me. But mine will kill you and her first.
[Angel looks over at Holtz and Connor.]
He'll be dead before I hit the ground.
Angel
I know.
So. I'm going to leave now, right? With me, he gets to live, anyone tries to take him, he dies.
Angel
Take him.
Woah! No! What is wrong of you people?
[To Angel] I will take good care of him, as though he were my own son. He'll never even know you existed. Don't come after me. You will though, won't you? Maybe I should just..."
Angel
No. Please.
[Justine looks from Holtz' hand moving closer to Connor's neck to Angel and back.]
Angel
Take him.
WRWhite Room Girl
Hello. Angel. Lilah. (to Lilah) Your fingernails are pretty. I love red. (to Angel) You have a taste for red too... and revenge. I know. It's so much more fun than forgiveness. So what's up?
Angel
A demon named Sahjhan has taken my son.
WRWhite Room Girl
(condescendingly) Aww, do you want your little baby back? (Lilah holds Angel back) Baby's gone. You want Sahjhan. Nowadays you can walk right through them, but in the past they were something else. They were all about torture and death. You can relate. Well, they caused a lot of trouble. Don't get me wrong. I like trouble. But I don't like chaos. So we changed them.
Angel
You made them immaterial.
WRWhite Room Girl
Smart boy. Now they watch, and they can no longer touch.
Angel
How do you capture them?
WRWhite Room Girl
Well, there's your special urn. They're expensive and hard to come by, but quite effective. But you don't want his essence in a jar. You want something you can sink your teeth into. You know these things always come with a price. (viciously) Kill her. (Angel reaches to snap Lilah's neck. The little girl giggles and smiles) That's good for now. (Lilah sighs with relief) I can see why they respect you. Now as to your demon made flesh. It's a big ritual, all here (holds out a paper which transports into Angel's hand)
WRWhite Room Girl
(smirking) Can't wait to see how it turns out.
[Angel visits Wesley in the hospital.]
Angel
Hey, Wes. I just -- I want you to know I understand why you did it. I know about the prophecies and I know how hard it must have been for you to... do what you did. You thought I was gonna turn evil and kill my son. I didn't. It's important you know that. This isn't Angelus talking. It's me, Angel. You know that, right?
[Wesley blinks his eyes once]
Angel
Good. [grabs a pillow and shoves it down on Wes' face] Son of a bitch, you're gonna pay for what you did! You took my son! You son of a bitch! You bastard! You think I'd forgive you?! Never! You're gonna die! You hear me? You're gonna pay!
OOrderly
[tries to drag Angel off of Wesley] Hey!
Angel
[throws him off] You took my son, YOU TOOK MY SON!
Angel
You took my son!
Angel, stop! [Gunn and the orderlies begin to drag Angel away with success]
Angel
Never! Never!
Angel
I'll kill you! You're dead! You're a dead man, Pryce! You're dead! I'll kill you! I'll kill you! You're a dead man! Dead! Dead!
I'm sorry this has come to pass.
Angel
I'm a little confused.
About what? What was unclear?
Well, upstairs you said you thought Gunn was in danger.
And you think that because...?
That is good. I am relieved.
No this is worse. Much worse. I wish he had broken up with me.
Fred, are you sure he didn't? I mean, those things you said he said to you...
I know I said he said those things to me, but he would never say those things to me.
Exactly! That's why I know he's in trouble.
Angel
Let me get this straight. You and Gunn are dating.
Don't you see? He hurt me. And the only reason he'd do something like that is to protect me from something. And whatever it is, it's gotta be bad, because this hurts like hell.
Angel
Then I guess we better help him. We are not losing another member of this family.
[The AI team is rebuilding Angel's apartment after an earthquake.]
[gravely] Angel... You and I have fought side by side on more than one occasion. Fellow warriors, shoulder to shoulder. By now, my counsel must assuredly hold weight, so I beseech you to heed my words.
Angel
Mmm... oo-kay...
Pomegranate Mist is the wrong color for this room.
I know you don't want to talk about it but you don't mess with dark magics and expect to just walk away like it doesn't matter.
Angel
Doesn't matter. It was a waste of time.
Still, I should probably know what kind of spell it was. You know there's almost always some cosmic price to using primordial powers. There could be repercussions. And you know the one person who might be able to help us with that isn't around any more.
[Angel gives her a stare.]
Not going there. Just saying..
[Angel walks away.]
You can run away and avoid talking about this but you know as well as I do: stuff we do in the past usually comes back to bite us in our respective assi and what you did...
Angel
Okay, so maybe I wasn't thinking too clearly. I mean I was drunk for awhile there, drunk in my own son's blood, slipped into my food by the good folks at Wolfram and Hart. And my head was little clouded with rage over a trusted friend stealing my child from me.. Damn it Cordelia, you got me talking about this.
[Holtz is sitting at the table in the motel room. He folds a piece of paper and sticks it into an envelope.]
I can't recall. Would you require an invitation for a place like this?
[Angel is standing in the open door behind Holtz.]
Angel
Public accommodation? [Steps across the threshold] No.
No. You'd think I'd remember something like that. It would have seemed important once. Details begin to escape me.
[Angel gives the door a push so it closes behind him then grabs Holtz by the throat and slams him up against the wall.]
Angel
You stole my son.
I kept your son alive. You murdered mine.
[After a beat Angel slowly backs off and withdraws his hand from Holtz' throat.]
Angel
I was different then.
Yes. So was I. You feel remorse. You feel remorse yet you can't express it.
Angel
You want me to say I'm sorry? How can I? It wouldn't mean a thing.
It would mean a little. Not much, but it would be something.
Angel
Then I'm sorry. For whatever little it might mean. It's all I've got.
[Angel stands still, looking straight ahead, not at Holtz.]
Not all. You had a son. So there it is. I thought by depriving you of that son it would allow me some measure of justice. I was wrong.
Angel
Taking Connor from me was never justice. It was vengeance.
Or maybe vengeance is what I do now. Give back what I took.
Angel
What?
I'm an old man now. I have nothing to offer the boy. You can give him what I can't: his purpose. But every time you look upon his face every time he calls you 'father' you will be reminded of that which you took and can never give back. And if that is vengeance, I find I have no taste for it. [He picks up the letter and holds it out to Angel.] All I ask is that you give him this. It's not sealed. I expect you'll examine it. You should.
Angel
Why are you doing this.
I thought I'd made that plain. I love my son. (Angel closes his eyes for a moment) And this is the only way I know to ensure that he will go on loving me.
[Angel takes a hold of the letter and turns to look at Holtz. After a moment he pulls the letter out of Holtz' hand and turns to leave.]
He won't accept this at first. He'll try to find me. He never will.
[Angel opens the door and slowly walks out.]
Angel
I don't even own a TV. He's gonna wanna watch TV. Not too much, I mean, after homework and chores. He's gonna need clothes, weekly allowance... What's good nowadays? Fifty cents, a dollar?
Yeah. If you're Tom Sawyer painting the fence.
Angel
See? I'm so out of touch.
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