Lilah and Cordelia in “Billy”

Cordelia Chase, right? You came here to gloat?

I can do that anywhere. Are you going to invite me in? Oh, wait. I'm not a vampire. (walks in)

(sarcastically) Please, come on in.

I want you to tell me about Billy. Everything you didn't tell Angel. I want you to help me stop him.

And what makes you think I'm going to do that?

Well, your face, for starters.

I know the risks of my job, and I accept them.

Then why were you crying five minutes ago. (Lilah looks surprised) There's not a thing about badly re-applied mascara that I don't know.

I am not Lindsay McDonald. I don't switch sides whenever it gets tough. And since when is this your job? I thought Angel was the Dark Revenger.

Angel feels responsible for this guy because he brought him back from hell. I feel responsible because he did it to save me. You, who are actually responsible for the entire thing, feel nothing at all, because you are a vicious bitch.

So you know me.

Please, I was you. With better shoes.

These are Versace.

Fall collection?

Next spring.

He's widened the heel.

And rounded the toe.

That won't work with pink.

The pink is out this spring.

Billy makes people crazy.

Not all people. Just men. He brings out a primal misogyny in them. Turns them into killers.

Then why didn't he do it to Angel?

Angel's seen him?

Yes, right before he escaped from the cops. (Lilah laughs) What's so witty?

Billy's touch work's differently on different men. Some lose their mind in an instant. Others, can take hours. Gee, I sure hope Angel isn't starting to feel testy.

You better hope it.

I know. I've seen his dark side.

You really haven't. (Lilah looks nervous) I have to find Billy.

And I'm going to help you why?

You know that guy you hired to hack into my visions? What he did to me? You know what it felt like? I was cut, torn up, my face disfigured and burning with pain every second, not knowing if it was going to end or just get worse until I died.

So you think I owe you?

It's not the pain. It's the helplessness. The certainty that there is nothing you can do to stop it. That your life can be thrown away in an instant by someone else. He doesn't care. He'll beat you down until you stay down, because he doesn't even think of you as alive. No woman should ever have to go through that, and no woman strong enough to hold the mantle of vicious bitch would ever put up with it. Where is Billy going?