[Wesley has just shown Cordelia a news clipping about a murdered girl.]
I think you'd better sit down. While executing my duties as Watcher in Sunnydale, I did extensive research, specifically on Angel, given his uncomfortable proximity to the Slayer.
He looked pretty comfortable to me.
When I saw this story today, it rang chillingly familiar. So, I reacquainted myself with certain facts, confirming, I'm sorry to say, my grim suspicions. In the late 1700s, it was Angelus' custom to sign his victims by carving a Christian cross into their left cheek. He liked to let people know he'd been there.
Okay. You get to leave now. You're not going to come in here and accuse Angel like this.
No! I don't care how many files you have about all the horrible things he did back in the powdered-wig days! He is good now. And he is my friend, and nothing you or anyone else can say will make me turn on a friend!
AngelCordelia, he's right.
[to Wes] You stake him and I'll cut his head off.
Angel
I have no memory of doing any of these things.
ah, not exactly the confidence-inspiring denial I was looking for.
Angel
I've been having dreams.
Angel
Killing dreams. Always the same, I - I stalk them, toy with them, mark them while they're still alive. And before they can die from the fear I feed on them.
Okay, so you've been having nightmares. It doesn't mean you-
Angel
They're not nightmares. I've enjoyed them.
You're telling me children's stories.
Angel
I'm telling you the truth.
Angel
I know you don't. Even after what you saw, you won't let yourself. Which is why you'll lose.
Angel
No, you haven't heard a word. [Angel grips Kate's cross pendant in his fist, letting her hear the sizzle and smell the smoke.] And you won't. Not now, not yet. Because there are some things in this world you're just not ready to face.
Angel
Hi. Can I come in?
Oh, that's right. You have to be invited in, don't you?
Angel
[pause] You've been doing your homework.
Want to quiz me? I'm just full of fun facts. For instance, I learned that your friend has been in L.A. before, did you know that? Yeah, at least twice. Once in 1929 and again in 1963. Oh, and there was something in Boston in 1908, I think he was there, too.
Angel
So you believe me.
Angel
Good, because he's planning something el...
...Angelus. Isn't that what he called you? Angelus? I looked it up, it's all right there. The demon with the face of an angel. A particularly brutal bastard, by all accounts. Oh, and no, you can't come in.
Angel
I can't make up for the past, Kate, I know that...
No, you can't. In fact, all of this? What's happening now? Is because of you. You made him, didn't you?
Angel
Then let me help end it. Please.
'Please.' Now there's a word I imagine you heard quite a lot in your time. 'Please.' 'No.' 'Don't.' Thanks for the offer, but I don't need your help. I know what to do. Drive a stake right through the son of a bitch's heart. And when that happens, I suggest you don't be there, because the next time we meet, I'll do the same to you.
Hello. I was just in the neighborhood, patrolling with my new Bavarian fighting axe when I suddenly thought, "Perhaps Cordelia has had a vision." Perhaps you need my help in the battle against evil.
Angel
We seem to be evil-free at the moment.
I also packed along a Word Puzzle 3-D, if either of you has the nerve to take me on.
Gee, Wesley, I'd love to... but unlike you, I'm not in my eighties quite yet.
If shaking your booty at the latest trendy hot spot is your idea of a life, then call me... [Cordy's gorgeous friends Serena and Emily enter] ...sick with envy.
SSerena
[to Wesley] Hi. I'm Serena. Nice ax.
Oh, no, this old thing? [accidentally embeds weapon in wall]
Angel
So, you're seeing someone? How come I haven't met him?
'Cause I'm ashamed of you, not to mention how you'd embarrass me by giving him the third degree.
EEmily
Your boss could give me the third degree anytime.
Oh, um... so... [collapses and convulses; Angel and Wesley try to distract Serena and Emily so they won't notice Cordelia having vision]
Angel
[pushes some mail off desk] Um, uh, Cordelia! Grab that file.
[bending to pick up mail] Don't worry. Heh Heh. Whoopsie! [straightens up]
Angel
Lounge La Brea. Sounds like that could be an evening with all sorts of evening type... I heard the bands there are...
SSerena
They don't have bands.
Angel
Which I like, 'cause if it's too loud...
Angel
Oh, I think I may be busy. [flash of Cordelia's vision] Besides, um, I don't, um, lounge... all that well.
[loud laugh] Good one. Oh, yes, no. He's no lounger, this one. [throws arm across Angel's shoulders] Hmm-mmm.
SSerena
[aside to Emily] The good ones are always gay. Cor, tick-tock. [Cordelia shakily stands]
Angel
[asking about her vision] So, that client I'm supposed to be meeting tonight... What's he like again?
Like a big baby hatching from a big egg, with really large hands, in need of a manicure. You're meeting him here. [writes down address, then moves toward door with girls]
Okay. Are my girls ready to party?
[Cordelia wakes up hugely pregnant, with Wilson nowhere to be found.]
Angel
Have you talked to Wilson?
No. What would I say to him? "I had a really nice time, I think you left something at my place"?
[Angel escapes into Cordelia's kitchen.]
DDennis
[pulls out chair]
Angel
Hi, Dennis. [sits] How you doing?
DDennis
[moves beverage from ice bucket to tabletop]
Angel
Still dead?
DDennis
[pops open can, slides it over]
Angel
[sips] I know the feeling.
LLaura
So with my Masters degree in Fine Arts, I was able to launch my very own business – selling sandwiches downtown from a little cart.
Angel
Huh.
LLaura
Yeah. I-I do see a lot of stuff on the job. – So I tell myself that I'm honing my eye.
Angel [smiling]: Makes sense.
[A different song comes on and Laura sets down her drink.]
Laura [starting to make dance moves and wearing a big smile]: Oh, I *love* this. (Angel looks around) Would you - like to dance?
[Camera zooms in on Angel's eye. Flash to white, then to Angel doing some exaggerated wild dancing and making faces while Laura is staring at him with her mouth hanging open. Flash back to white and to Angel's face.]
Angel
I don't dance.
[The day after the party.]
I'm so glad you came. You know how parties are. You're always worried that no one's going to suck the energy out of the room like a giant black hole of boring despair. But there you were in the clinch!
Angel
I didn't... Boring?
You used to be a person! Did you never party? Did people not gather in olden times?
Angel
I talked to people. Laura.
Okay, Laura thought you hated her. I had to tell her you were challenged.
Angel
I don't hate her. I, I've got two modes with people: bite and avoid. Hard to shift. Plus, I can't get too close. I mean, with women...
You can be nice. It's not like Laura's gonna throw you down on the living room floor and tear off all of your... Well, actually, Laura...
Angel
I'll try harder. Still, I mean, the quiet, reserved thing, don't you think it makes me kind of... I don't know, cool?
[points at Wesley, just entering] He... was cooler.
Angel
[sits down hard on sofa] Now I'm depressed.
[Oven timer dings. Wes checks his sole.]
[off] They're done! Nobody touch.
Angel
I think she's making brownies.
Oh, is that what I smell. I thought I tracked something in.
[enters] The recipe was handed down to me from my mother, who got it from her housekeeper, plus I improvised a little. You're gonna love 'em!
Doesn't Angel have to... get to... try any?
They're brownies full of nutty goodness, not red blood cells.
Oh. I wasn't thinking. More of a drinker than an eater, I suppose.
[having difficulty cutting] Maybe if you'd branch out into the solids he'd keep a decent knife around. [starts to hack in pan with special enchanted Keck knife]
[shooting to feet] That is not appropriate! It's for killing extinct demons! Angel, make her stop!!
Angel
[smiling] Cordelia...
That blade is very old! Who knows what kind of corrosive effect your cooking may have on it?
[brandishing knife] 'Corrosive effect'?
Angel
Cordelia, just.. put down the very sharp knife...
Well, they don't smell right.
I think Mr. Too-Much-Cologne is the pot calling the kettle stinky.
Pretend to read any good books lately?
Angel
Cordelia. I thought you went home.
[sits] You called him 'Doyle.'
Angel
It... just happened. I hope Wesley's okay with it.
Oh, who cares about him. This is about Doyle. You never say his name.
Angel
I say it.
No, you don't. Look, you don't have to be Joe-stoic about his dying. I mean, I know that you have this unflappable vibe working for you, but you don't have to do that for me.
Angel
I'm not unflappable.
Angel
[stands, walks to window, turns] ... ... I miss him.
Angel
I've been around death before. A lot. I've lost people, I've killed people...
And you are dead. ...Sorry.
Angel
It shouldn't have happened. I shouldn't have let it happen.
Angel, it wasn't your fault. It hurts.
Angel
Yeah.
[Angel and Wesley track a vicious Ethros demon deep into dark basalt sea caves.]
Angel, before we go any further, I, I just want to assure you, in as much as we'll be fighting side by side... What that demon said before...
Angel
I know you're not planning to kill me, Wesley. But you're willing to. And that's good! Now, come on.
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