You break so easily. Why do you bother getting back up?
Right. We need to set some ground rules. First off... no more punching me in the face. Secondly, when I punch you in the face, you tell me how you feel so I can write that down on my clipboard. Third... no touching my clipboard. Fourth...
Well, we're gonna have to fix that, 'cause...
[Illyria kicks Spike in the face. Spike punches her. Illyria punches him across the room]
I've been hitting the half-breed. He makes noise.
We're off to a bit of a rough start, but don't worry. I'll break her.
She's not a horse, Spike. You know, this room is equipped with automated training devices. You don't have to test her by just... allowing her to pummel you.
We're working on the basics. But don't worry--I'm writing it all down.
You reek of frustration. Curls off of you like smoke.
Actually, love, we call that scotch. 12-year Lagavulin, if I'm not mistaken. Good choice.
It's nothing. I'm just, uh... I had a... slight disagreement with Angel.
Oh, old broody-pants got you wound up, eh? Keep in mind, he can't get laid without maybe going crazy. Makes it funny.
In my time, a leader would punish your insolence with death.
We're not being insolent, Illyria.
Open sesame. Or whatever.
[Connor takes the top off of the urn, and silvery smoke emanates from it, assembling nearby, forming Sahjahn.]
[looks around, sees Connor] Thank you, mortal, for releasing me from my cursed prison. In gratitude, I grant you 3 wishes.
Nah. I'm just messing with you.
[chuckles] I do appreciate it, though. (stretches his neck) Ahh... that urn wasn't exactly a day at the spa. I owe you one.
Right. Well, before you start trying to kiss me, I should probably tell ya... you and I, we're, uh...supposed to fight.
Now, why would you want...[Looks closer at Connor]...ah! You're him.
Yeah. I'm me. Hi. You can take a moment, if you want. There's some weapons and stuff over here if you think you'll need them.
Been a while since we've seen each other. How'd Quor-Toth work out for you, anyway?
Uh...worked out great. Thanks for asking.
You know, I've had a long time to plan for this moment. I figured you'd be a lot more... intimidating.
Yeah. Well... I figured I was going to Tony Roma's with my folks tonight, but... I'm here. Learn to cope.
[Pulls a faster than light punch, knocking Connor to the ground.]
[To Connor] You know...I went through a lot of trouble to get rid of you. What a colossal waste of time that turned out to be.
[Kicks Connor in the ribs, sending him flying across the room. Cuts back to Angel and Vail and later back to the fight. Sahjahn grabs Connor by the lapels and lifts him into the air before slamming him on the table. Connor groans.]
These prophecies are turning out to be pretty overrated. I gotta tell you, kid, you're making a good case for the whole concept of free will.
He's my son, Wesley. Connor's my son.
Did you trade her? Did you trade Fred for your son?
Everything that's happened since we took over Wolfram & Hart, everything that's happened to...her... Did you know? Was Fred the price?
No. Wes... I can explain. Just put that down.
Why are you so afraid of this? He said it would bring back the past. Will it undo what you've done?
No. It won't bring her back.
[He motions like he's going to throw the glass cube to the ground.]
No! Please. You have to trust me.
[Wesley slams the glass cube into the ground. As it shatters, the cube releases an explosion of bright yellow light, sending everyone in the room back from the blast. The force of the magic knocked everyone to the ground. Wesley, his past memories now available to him, stares at Angel in shock and dismay. Angel sees Wesley reacting to those memories, and remembers his son is nearby as well.]
[Connor has just decapitated Sahjahn.]
Whoa! You see that? I went a little hard-core there for a second. That guy made me really cranky.
Yeah. I guess. I don't really like people touching my neck, you know?
Hey, can we... get outta here? I'd like to go back... see my parents. This whole fighting thing, I'm not... I'm not really sure it's for me.
[A haggard and very unhappy-looking Wesley sits at his desk in the dark staring straight ahead. Illyria stands nearby.]
You betrayed Angel. You stole his son. He tried to kill you.
Are these the memories you needed back? Does this now make you Wesley?
At least I know what happened.
Do you? There are two sets of memories--those that happened and those that are fabricated. It's hard to tell which is which.
Try to push reality out of your mind. Focus on the other memories. They were created for a reason.
I thought sunlight burned you up.
Cool. You should, like, make a whole suit out of it like the pope has.
He's fine. They're releasing him now. I should warn you he's pretty pissed. I told him that you took me out demon fighting and, uh, almost got me killed. He wants to have a talk with you.
I'm kidding! Man, you gotta lighten up. He thinks we spent the whole night doing tests. I told him I could bench press, like, 1,000 pounds.
What are you gonna tell them about... who you are?
The truth, more or less. I'll tell them that I'm different. I'll tell them it's... actually a good thing. I'll tell them to stop worrying so much.
Yeah, I know. They'll feel a lot better knowing you're looking out for me.
We still haven't found Vail, but we will.
I'm not too worried about him. Nothing he can show me I haven't already seen. Anyway... I just wanted to say good-bye. I gotta go back to my life now.
Oh...do you really have to leave? I mean, right now?
I kinda think I should. I need to take care of my parents. This isn't their world. They really don't feel safe here. You gotta do what you can to protect your family. I learned that from my father.
[Angel watches Connor walk out of his office toward the elevator. Connor presses the elevator button and waits. When the elevator door opens, he casts one last glance at Angel, then walks onto the elevator.]
