Written by Jim Kouf
Directed by James A. Contner
Consulting Producer: Marti Noxon – Co-Producer: Skip Schoolnik – Produced by Kelly A. Manners – Executive Producers: Sandy Gallin and Gail Berman – Executive Producers: Fran Rubel Kuzui and Kaz Kuzui – Supervising Producer: Tim Minear – Consulting Producer: Howard Gordon
Last updated on April 29th 2000
Previously on Angel and Buffy, the Vampire Slayer:
Dennis' face bulges through the wall.
Wilson: "Who are you talking
to?"
Cordy: "My ghost. I-I have a ghost."
Lindsey offering his business card to Angel in Russell's office.
Lindsey: "Should you continue to harass our client then we will be
forced to bring you into the light of day. I place that I'm told is not
all that healthy for you."
Russell bursting through the window, screaming. Angel turning away with
a smile.
Lindsey on the phone: "Seems there is a new player in town."
Buffy and Faith pulling out their stakes as they enter the vampire lair in
"Bad Girls"
Wesley (in the library): "Ah! This is perhaps Faith."
Faith: "New Watcher?"
Buffy and Giles in unison: "New Watcher."
Faith killing the book-demon. Buffy voice over: "Being the Slayer
is not the same as being a killer."
Faith hitting a police officer as she
runs away from Buffy in "This Years Girl"
Faith stabbing Finch.
Buffy: "You killed a man!"
Faith: "I don't care."
Faith admiring the knife the Mayor gifted her with in "Choices"
Angel: "You can't imagine the price for true evil. - If you can trust
us Faith, this can all change."
Wesley storming in with a big wooden cross,
his flunkies beating Angel up with crowbars.
Wesley to Faith: "I'm
exercising my authority and removing you to England - where you will accept the
judgement of the disciplinary committee."
Faith busting out of the
truck. Giles voice over: "We have a rogue Slayer on our hands.
I can't think of anything more dangerous."
Buffy: "I don't she's coming back."
Riley: "Guess she's had
her fun."
Night. Marquez walks up to some guys huddled around a fire burning in a
trashcan under a bridge.
Marquez: "Yo ese! What the hell you're
burning there man? Smells like... Yo, you're hanging in the wrong
place man! (Close up of a gun held by one of the guys) My boys ain't gonna be
too happy when they get here and see what kind of a mess you made, man."
The
figure holding the gun gets up. It's a demon holding the dismembered human
arm that holding the gun. It drops it into the fire.
Marquez stares at
their disfigured faces than turns and runs. The three demons give
chase. Marquez pulls out a gun and fires at his pursuers, but they never
even slow.
Angel's convertible, driven by Wesley squeals around a corner
behind them. As they pass the three demons, Angel leans out and beheads
one of the demons with a sword.
Wesley passes Marquez and turns to cut him
off, bringing the car to a halt. Angel jumps out.
Angel: "Your
name Marquez? (Marquez nods) Good. I hate saving the wrong guy."
Angel
turns and beheads a demon coming up behind him, splattering Wesley and the car
with gore in the process.
Angel: "Never know who you're gonna meet in
this part of town. You want a ride?"
Cut to a Greyhound-like bus pulling up. The door opens and the
passengers step out. We follow a pair of black platform shoes, pan up to
show it’s a girl with a duffel.
Cut to a guy lighting a cigarette.
Back
to the girl. As she steps into the cone of the streetlight, we see that it
is Faith, not looking too good.
Guy as Faith is about to pass him:
"New in town, right? (He falls in beside Faith as she keeps walking) You
got that new in town look. This is a dangerous part of town this time of
night for a young lady, you know? Lot of people down here try and take
advantage of a situation like that. - Especially if you don't have any money -
place to stay. - I might be able to help."
Faith stops and turns to
him: "I'm cold."
Guy takes off his leather jacket: "Oh,
yeah? Warm is my middle name."
Faith hits him in the stomach, the
face, keeps hitting and kicking him into unconsciousness. Leans down and
takes his keys and wallet out of his jacket.
Faith: "Now I got money -
and a place to stay. (Pulls off his jacket and puts it on) I think I'm
gonna like it here."
Credits
Borsa, Romania 1898
Darla follows a blindfolded Angelus into a house.
Angelus: "Can I
take off this blindfold yet?"
Darla: "No."
Angelus grabs Darla
around the waist: "Can I take off something else?"
Darla: "After
I give you your present." (They kiss) You can never have enough of those.
Come on."
She leads him into another room, then takes his blindfold
off. We see a fire burning in a fireplace. The camera pans down to
show a bound and gagged girl lying in front of it.
Darla: "Happy
birthday, Angelus."
Angelus: "She is a gypsy."
Darla: "I
looked everywhere."
Angelus: "What would I do without you?"
Darla: "Whither and die. (They kiss) She is not just for you - I get
to watch."
Angelus goes and leans down over the girl. He pushes her
skirt up while she squirms, then vamps out and bites her thigh while Darla
watches.
Cut to Angel slamming Marquez into a chair in his office.
Angel:
"The only way you're gonna keep from getting killed is to do the right thing."
Marquez: "Right thing for who?"
Angel grabs his shirt front and
leans into him: "Next time they come after you I'm not gonna be
there. And your friends aren't gonna be there either. Not after
being cut up and incinerated."
Cut to Cordy in the outer office: "This guy is never gonna do it.
What a waste of a good vision."
She walks over to where Wesley is laying
curled up under his jacket on the couch, trying to sleep.
Wesley:
"It's going that badly?"
Cordy: "I knew it when you brought him in
here yesterday. Someone with that much body art is gonna have a different
definition of civic duty."
Wesley: "After we saved his life?"
Cordy: "When was the last time *you* wrote a thank-you card?"
Wesley sits up: "Well, I have faith in Angel. If anyone can
convince him to testify..."
Cordy: "Wesley, you don't change a guy
like that. In fact - generally speaking - you don't change a guy.
What you see is what you get. Scratch the surface and what do you
find? More surface."
Wesley puts on his glasses and gets up:
"One could have said that about Angel."
Cordy: "Oh, please! He
was cursed by gypsies. What's Angel gonna do? Drag a bunch of them
in here to shove a soul down this guy's throat?"
Wesley: "He may be a
ruffian, but he's already got a soul, and therefore - deep down inside - an urge
to do what's right."
Marquez bursting into the outer office: "No
way. I'm gone."
Angel grabs him by the collar and pulls him back
slamming the door.
Angel: "Shut up and sit down."
Cordy: "I
guess you're right, Wesley. He's just like the Dalai Lama."
Angel: "You don't even know what you're up against, do you?
You're gonna have to face your demons sometime."
Marquez: "What if I
don't want to face my demons?"
Angel: "Then you'll have to face mine."
Cut to the outside of a bar at night and a small crowd on the steps.
Cut to people dancing inside. One of them is Faith, dancing, drifting from
guy to guy. She dances up to a girl, then takes the arms of the guy the
girl was dancing with and wraps them around her waist. The girl stops and
stares while Faith rubs herself against the guy.
Girl: "Excuse me!"
Faith: "Okay, you're excused."
Girl: "That's my boyfriend!"
Faith: "Really? (Looks down inside the front of the guy's shirt)
You have your name on him? Because I don't see it - anywhere."
Girl: "Billy! Do something!"
Faith: "Yeah, Billy, do
something - like this!"
Faith elbows the girl in the face. Billy tries
to hit Faith, but she deflects him and he stumbles into a guy behind her.
A fight ensues and slowly spreads to others, during which Faith keeps dancing to
the music, while throwing the occasional punch or kick.
Cut to a courtroom, day.
Lindsey: "While the arguments that the
district attorney here has presented are somewhat entertaining, this case hinges
on the testimony of witnesses that they have been unable to produce."
Attorney: "Your honor, we can produce them if Wolfram & Hart will
stop tampering with the witness."
Lindsey: "Witness tampering is a
serious allegation, councilor. And I will be filing a grievance for this
remark with the A.B.A this afternoon. They have no witness. They
have no case. I request a dismissal of all charges (the door in the back
opens and Marquez walks in, followed by Angel) against my client, whose
reputation has been irreparably damaged by these proceedings. He is a law
abiding and upstanding (turns and see Angel and Marquez) - citizen."
Angel: "Your client really is - except for that pesky drug-dealing and
murder stuff."
Attorney: "Your honor, the state calls Mr. Marquez."
Angel and Lindsey stare at each other while Marquez gets sworn in.
Cut to Lindsey talking into the headset of a wireless phone.
Lindsey: "No sir. I accept full responsibility. I thought
- - I thought we had done everything possible. However, I'd not foreseen
the intervention (Door opens and Lindsey McDonald waves to Lee Mercer to come
in). Yes sir. Angel. I don't disagree. He's proven to be
a costly liability. - I can, absolutely, I can do that. Yes,
sir. Good-bye. (Takes off the phone and tosses it on his desk) I hate
failure when there is no one else to blame it on."
Lee holds out some
papers: "I think I've found the solution to our problem."
Lindsey
takes the papers and looks at them.
Cut to Lilah Morgan walking through the lobby.
Lilah to Lee a ways in
front of her: "Lee! I've been looking for you. (To the guy next to
her) You call them back and tell them that's our drop-dead offer, and you make
sure that they understand we mean literally not figuratively. (To Lee as the
other guy leaves with a nod) How are you doing?"
Lee:
"Good! You?"
Lilah: "Great. I heard you came up with a
good idea. How to deal with our friendly neighborhood vampire?"
Lee: "No, I came up with a great idea. How do you find out these
things so fast?"
Lilah: "Part of my job. How did you find out
there was a rogue Slayer in town?"
Lee: "Part of *my* job. I've been
reading, ah, the police reports. She's been a - busy little beaver."
Lilah: "But you don't know where she is."
Lee: "I will soon
enough."
Lilah opens a folder: "I already do. - Uh, I'll make the
contact."
Lee: "I don't think so. It’s my deal - I’ll make the
contact."
Lilah: "Let me think about it... - No."
Lee: "Why
not?"
Lilah: "It's your people skills - you don't have any."
Lee: "You bitch."
Lilah chuckles: "See? If you behave
I'll let you ride in the Limo."
Cut to Cordy on the phone: "Unfortunately we - don't really do divorce
cases. - No, it's not about the money. - Oh, - it’s about that much
money! How soon can we meet? (Angel and Wesley come up out of the
elevator) Yeah, I know where that is. - Okay, we'll see you there
tomorrow. Thanks for calling. Bye! (Hangs up) How'd it go?"
Wesley: "We won."
Cordy: "Gang-guy testified?"
Angel: "Stood up and told the truth."
Cordy to Wesley: "What
did I tell you?"
Wesley: "That he never would."
Cordy:
"Well, more good news. I may have landed a new client, and here is a
twist: he can afford to pay!"
Wesley: "What's the case?"
Cordy: "I'm still in - information gathering phase. But - ah -
we're meeting him for lunch tomorrow. (To Angel) So, are you happy with
the way things turned out? (To Wesley as an aside) You can always tell
when he's happy. His scowl - is slightly less scowly."
Wesley to
Angel: "That young man is very lucky he ran into you."
Angel:
"He just needed a little guidance - a push in the right direction."
Wesley: "I wonder how Wolfram & Hart are going to push back."
Cut to Lilah and Faith walking out of a bar at night.
Faith: "I
guess we could go somewhere and talk, but I'm not much of a talker. I'm
more of a doer."
Lilah: "I think you might have misunderstood my
intentions."
Faith: "No, I think you misunderstood mine. I like
that watch. Diamonds, right?'
Lilah: "Faith."
Faith:
"How do you know my name? I don't think I told you."
Lilah: "We
are well aware of who you are - and what you do. We know you have been
experiencing some - difficulties. We think we can help bring some order
back to your life."
Faith: "We do, do we? Who is we, and why do
they know me when I don't know Jack about you?"
Lilah: "Green - is my
favorite color. I look good in diamonds - and I love riding in
limousines."
Faith turns around as Lee opens the back door of a black
limousine from the inside.
Lee: "Faith - can we talk?"
Faith to
Lilah: "I like black."
Faith gets into the limo, Lilah follows.
Cut to Darla entering the house she and Angelus are apparently living in.
Darla: "Angelus? - Are you here? - Angelus?"
She
walks into the other room. Angel is huddled up against a wall.
Angel: "Not everyone screams."
Darla: "What?"
Angel: "When you kill them. Some - just stand there, - frozen...
While others..."
Darla: "What are you doing? Are we playing a
game?"
Angel: "The children - they usually scream."
Darla
smiling: "Hmm, yes. They sound just like little pigs. Have you
brought me some? - What you don't think I’ll share? I can't
believe that you would think I'm that insensitive."
Angel turns away from
the wall. He looks pretty ragged.
Angel: "We've drunk and killed
for who long now? 140-odd years. We've drunk them all up and they're
all dead."
Darla tries to take his face into her hands: "Where have
you been?"
Angel pushes her away: "Don't."
Darla: "What is
this? Have you met someone else?"
Angel takes a hold of her shoulders
and leans against her.
Darla: "No. -Let go. (Pushes him
away) Let go of me! What happened to you? Angelus, what
happened?"
Angel: "That gypsy girl you brought me - her people found
out. They did something to me."
Darla: "A spell?"
Angel: "Funny. You would think with all the - people I've maimed
- and killed I wouldn't be able to remember every - single - one.
(Darla walks up to him) Help me."
Darla lays a hand against the side
of his face: "The spell - they gave you a soul. A filthy soul!
No! (Scratches his cheek) You're disgusting!"
Angel:
"Darla."
Darla picks up a wooden chair to ward him off: "No, get away
from me."
Angel: "You brought her here."
Darla smashes the chair
and picks up one of the legs and tries to stake Angel.
Angel avoids the
swing: "I am like you."
Darla still holding the stake ready:
"You're not like anything. Get away from me. Get out! (Angel
stumbles out of the house) I'll kill you!"
Cut to Angel walking away
from the house. He looks back once to see Darla in the door, stake raised.
Darla watches him go, slowly lowering her stake.
Cut to an office of Wolfram & Hart's, where Faith is pacing the floor.
Lindsey: "A felony arrest warrant from Sunnydale was issued in your
name - - physical description is quite accurate. The photograph, however,
is - not flattering. - There is a lot of personal stuff that is of
no interest to me, but what they do fail to mention is that you are a Slayer."
Lilah: "Which is why we found you so appealing."
Lindsey:
"You have a problem. We have a problem. I just had a perfectly good
murder case go up in smoke and you seem to - have a certain expertise in that
area. So to make a long story - less long - I think if a service is
rendered - we can get you off."
Faith: "You don't know how many man
have promised me that."
Lilah: "I'm certain you won't be disappointed
in our performance."
Faith: "Who am I supposed to kill?"
Lindsey: "Please understand that we would never advocate the killing
of another human being. - His name is Angel. - He's
somewhat of a private..."
Faith: "No problem."
Lee: "Don't
you want to know anything more?"
Faith: "Yeah. Besides getting
me off, how much are you going to pay?"
Lee: "It might behoove you to
know more about your intended. So, before we discuss remuneration..."
Faith: "Huh?"
Lee: "Payment. I want to make sure you
understand that this firm is in no way connected to - anything you do.
- It's my ass on the line here. I don't want you to make me look
bad."
Faith grabs him by the neck and slams his face on the table.
Faith: "How do you look now?"
Faith keeps pounding his face on the
table.
Lilah to Lindsey with a smile: "She shows initiative."
Lindsey to the intercom: "Jesse, I think you better make it 3 for
dinner instead of 4."
Cut to Angel, Cordy and Wesley stepping out of an elevator.
Cordy:
"And he is kind of a busy man, so lunch was the only time he had. It's not
the kind of case I'd normally go after, but we've got to consider the bottom
line."
Angel: "What kind of demons are we dealing with."
Cordy: "Well, it's not exactly a demon thing."
Wesley: "What
kind of - thing is it?"
Cordy: "It's a kind of - husband and wife
break-up thing."
Wesley: "A divorce case?"
Angel: "You're
kidding."
Cordy: "What's wrong with a divorce case?"
Angel:
"That's not what we do."
Cordy: "According to the husband the wife is
a real witch.'
Wesley: "Seems a bit on the seedy side."
Cordy: "This is not seedy! He's in government. -
Just talk to him. Oh, and we should pick up the tab for lunch.
Nothing says success less than splitting the bill."
Angel: "I didn't
bring any money with me."
Cordy: "Okay, Elvis. When you are a
big star you can get away with not carrying any cash. And while we're on
the subject - I think one of us should apply for a small business loan. (We see
Faith standing a ways behind Angel) Just to get us through the rough
spots. (The camera pulls to an overhead shot, showing Faith aiming her
crossbow at Angel's back and pulling the trigger) I meant what's a thirty
year loan to you?"
Angel turns as Faith shoots and catches the quarrel just
in front of his chest.
Faith: "That was so cool! This is gonna
be fun!"
The turns and runs out through a door and into the sunshine.
Wesley: "Oh my God. Faith."
Angel: "I thought she was
in a coma."
Cordy: "Pretty lively coma."
Cut to Angel hanging up the phone in his office.
Angel: "Giles said
she left Sunnydale about a week ago. He described her mental state as
borderline psychotic."
Cordy: "That explains her outfit."
Wesley: "This isn't right."
Cordy: "When a whacked-out
Slayer tries to kill your boss - it's very wrong."
Wesley: "I meant
Giles. Why didn't he give me the heads-up? I was Faith's
Watcher. When she came out of the coma, Giles should have contacted me
immediately."
Cordy: "Maybe he was busy trying to keep her form - I
don't know - kill everybody?"
Angel: "He didn't know she was coming
after me. He was worried about Buffy."
Cordy: "Is she okay?"
Angel: "Yeah."
Cordy: "What can we do?"
Angel:
"Help me track her down. I want you two to check police reports -
beatings, killings - anything within the last week, possibly near bus stations
and bars. And then you make yourselves scarce. I don't want to give
her any free targets."
Wesley: "You've been targeted by a
psychotic! I'm certainly not going to run and hide."
Cordy: "I
like the plan where I'm scarce."
Wesley: "We've got to band
together. Strength in numbers."
Cordy: "Two is a number."
Angel stands up: "She coming for me. I've got a fight coming up.
I don't want you to get in the way."
Wesley: "I thought we were a
team."
Angel: "We're not a team. I'm your boss. You go
where I tell you and I tell you to lay low,"
Wesley: "Seems you're
taking this personally."
Angel: "Well, you know, she tried to shoot my
own personal back, so yeah."
Wesley: "Did she do something to Buffy?"
Angel: "Giles just said it was rough."
Wesley: "I'm
sorry. But if you let emotion control you right now, one of you will
certainly end up dead."
Angel: "Yeah, that's what the lady wants."
Wesley: "That's not good enough! She's not a demon, Angel.
She is a sick, sick girl. If there is even a chance she can be reasoned
with..."
Angel: "There was. Last year I had a shot at saving
her. I was pulling her back from the brink when some British guy kidnapped
her and made damn sure she'd never trust a living soul."
Cordy:
"Angel, it's not Wesley's fault that *some* British guy ruined your... - oh.
Wait (to Wesley) that was you. (To Angel) Go on."
Wesley: "You
don't need to."
Angel: "Let's just get to work."
Cut to Angel looking through his weapons cabinet when he hears some noise
upstairs. Angel walks slowly up into the office. Someone opens the
blinds in the outer office as Angel walks towards it, flooding it with sunlight
Faith: "Hey, baby! Come give us a hug."
Angel in the door
leading from his office: "I was hoping you'd stop by. Always good to
see old friends. (Faith pulls out a revolver and cocks it) What's
this? Wooden bullets?"
Faith: "Ooh, good idea! But no,
this is for you. You know - I'm going to kill you slowly and inventively,
so I'm gonna give you one chance to..."
Faith tossed him the gun.
Angel catches it and shoots at her right leg. Faith laughs.
Angel: "Blanks. (Tosses the gun back to her) Nice."
Faith: "You didn't shoot to kill. We're gonna have to up the
stakes, get you in the game a little."
Angel: "What's the game
exactly, Faith? Boredom? Revenge?"
Faith: "Dude, I'm
getting paid. They hate you almost as much as I do."
Angel:
"Ever occurred to you this might be more fun for me?"
Faith: "You
think? Because what if you kill me - and you experience that one true
moment of pleasure? Oops! I'd get off on that. Go ahead.
Do me. Let's take that hell ride together. Come on, Angel, I'm all
yours! I'm giving you an open invitation. - Jeez, you're
pathetic! You and your little tortured soul, got to think everything
through. Well, think fast, lover. You don’t' do me, you know I'm
gonna do you!"
Aims her gun at Angel and pulls the trigger. Angel
staggers back under the impact as the bullet hits his chest, gasping with pain.
Faith: "Gosh. That one wasn't a blank. - Let the games begin."
Faith jumps out through the window, shattering the glass.
Cut to the offices of Wolfram & Hart, night. Lindsey and another
lawyer step out of an elevator.
Lindsey: "I'm telling you, it's a -
situation we are handling "
Lawyer: "I read the file. It needs
to be handled! I've got to jump."
They part. The camera pans to
show Angel strolling in through the front door, in dark suit and tie, carrying a
brief case.
Lawyer points at him: "You!"
Angel turns to look at
him. The are right in front of the security desk.
Lawyer: "We're
in the Gruber meeting."
Angel: "Right."
Lawyer: "What the
hell is going on with those people?"
Angel: "I know, it's..."
Lawyer: "I mean is this a negotiation or a cotillion?"
Angel: "That's exactly what I was trying to tell Frank."
Lawyer: "Who's Frank?"
Angel: "Works with Louise in
contracts."
Lawyer: "Contracts - the problem is not contracts!"
Angel: "That's what I was trying to tell..."
Lawyer's cell phone
rings and he waves Angel quiet while he answers it.
Lawyer to phone:
"Go. Yes. - Yes. - No, no. Thursday! (Hangs up) We have to
close Gruber now, before the soft offer becomes hard and the stock goes..."
Angel: "Through the ceiling!"
Lawyer: "In the toilet!"
Angel: "Right."
Lawyer: "Keep me in the loop, will
you? I want to know the instant that they fold. - They are
folding? (Angel makes a face and the lawyer checks his watch) Look,
I've got to jump. E-mail me. Good to see you."
Angel: "You
too."
They part.
Cut to Angel entering Lindsey McDonalds office. He sits down at the
desk and look through the papers. The door opens and Lindsey walks
in. He smiles and shakes his head when he sees Angel.
Lindsey:
"Don't you have any respect for the law?"
Angel: "Nice office.
Good view. (Gets up) Where is Faith?"
Lindsey: "Should I
know what you're talking about?"
Angel: "Your new employee."
Lindsey: "It's a big firm. Tell you what I can do. I can
give you the number for Personnel, though. I'm sure they'd be glad to
handle your problem."
Angel: "You'd remember this one. Pretty,
dark hair, kills things?"
Lindsey: "I assure you that we have strict
hiring practices."
Angel: "So how does it work for a guy like you? -
Successful lawyer in a big law firm, - company car, - nice office, bonus: - can
hire a killing when ever you want. Kind of got it made, right?"
Lindsey: "Well, we'll just add slander to breaking and entering.
While we're on the subject, I remember you throwing one of my clients through a
window. Killed him if I'm not mistaken."
Angel: "Yes. I
seem to remember. (Turns to point at the window) The window was just about
that size. Hmm. Too bad the body burned up before it hit the
ground. I might have needed a good lawyer."
Lindsey: "I'm sorry,
we only handle a certain class of clientele."
Angel: "Oh, I'm sure
that I've killed enough people to qualify. Where is she?"
Lindsey: "You know a vampire can't walk in here without us knowing
it. We have a highly sophisticated security system, spent a fortune on
mystical barriers and such. Nice to know our investment paid off."
Angel grabs the security guard coming at him with his gun drawn and slams
him down on the table, knocking him out.
Angel: "I think it was a
waste of money myself."
Lindsey: "Well, one down. More on the
way. And the police have been called. And this whole encounter has
been visually recorded on hi-def. So, - despite the fact that I'm sure it
would make an entertaining evening watching you fight for your life, - not to
mention the fortune I could make off the video - I do have a dinner."
Angel
picks up his briefcase: "Good to see you again, Lindsey. -
We'll do this real soon."
Lindsey as Angel walks out: "You know, just
when I think I got you figured out, you show up in a suit."
Wesley is reading from a report as he and Cordy walk up to her apartment,
night.
Wesley: "There is another assault just two blocks away. A
fight in a bar, several arrests made, and a woman fitting Faith's description
was involved, - however not arrested."
Cordy: "She charm her way out?"
Wesley: "Apparently she managed to break a policeman's jaw with his
own handcuffs before she disappeared into the night."
Cordy: "Hmm. For
Faith, that is charm."
She unlocks the door and opens it, but it slams back
shut. Looks at Wesley. Tries again - same thing.
Cordy:
"Phantom Dennis, let us in. It's all right. It's only Wesley."
She tries again, this time the door stays open. They enter and Cordy
turns on the light.
Wesley: "Dennis, your ghost, I presume?"
Cordy: "Yes. He's jealous. (To the air) Don't
worry. Hell will freeze over before I have sex with him."
Wesley: "Thank goodness for small favors. - I'm going to try calling
Angel again."
Cordy: "Okay. I'm going to pack a bag."
Wesley
dialing: "Cordelia, please, just a few things. We're not going on
safari."
Faith: "I've got a little problem. - I don't feel
Angel's in the game. But, somehow, I feel you guys are the key. (Wesley
hangs up the phone) Now what can I do to *really* make him hate me?"
Wesley: "Faith."
Faith: "Shut up, Wesley."
Wesley:
"It's not too late."
Faith: "For cappuccino? 'cause it just
keeps me up."
Wesley: "It's not too late to let me help you."
Cordy: "Yes. We want to help you."
Wesley: "I realize
there have been failures, on both sides. - But I also believe in my
heart that you are not a bad person."
Faith elbows Cordy in the face
dropping her.
Faith: "What do you believe in your heart now?"
Wesley hits her with a right cross.
Faith comes back up holding her
lip: "Alright, Wes! - My turn."
She kicks him across the
room.
Cut to Angel walking along a street in Borsa at night. A woman and
three men come out of an inn.
Angel: "Mia foame. (I am hungry)"
Man: "Get away!"
Woman: "Leave him alone. He is just a
beggar."
Man throws a coin at Angel: "Here have a pint on us."
Angel picks the money off the ground and throws it back at the man: "I
don't want your money!"
Man: "How dare you!"
Angel in vamp
face: "I want her."
Woman: "He is a monster! He is a
monster!"
Angel as the three guys drag him into the alley: "I am a
monster! I am a monster!"
We hear the sounds of fighting. One of
the men comes flying through the air past the woman.
Woman into the
alley: "Rudolph? Are you all right? Rudolph?"
Angel comes
out of the alley, grabs the woman and drags her into the alley. He pushes
her up against a wall and sinks his teeth into her neck.
Cut to Angel entering Cordy's apartment. He hear moaning and runs over
to where Cordy is just coming to (he is no longer wearing the suit but his
normal clothes and long leather coat).
Angel: "Cordelia."
Cordy: "She was already here. I didn't know. I made -
Wesley come with me, - just to get a couple of things. She was like an
animal. - She said that you weren't in the game. There was nothing - we
could do."
Angel: "Take it easy."
Cordy: "I'm sorry.
(Takes a deep breath) What about Wesley, is he okay?"
Angel:
"He's not here."
Cut to Wesley sitting gagged and bound to chair in the middle of a fairly
nice apartment. He looks beaten up. Faith is slowly pacing in front
of him, then suddenly jumps onto his lap. Wesley lets out a muffled
scream. Faith licks two fingers and rubs the swelling under Wesley's right
eye.
Faith: "All these little cuts and bruises - just bring out the
mother in me. (She takes his face between her hands and slaps his
cheek) Come on. Now, now, don't poop out on me, damn it!
Otherwise this all just going to be over too fast, and you'll be dead and I'll
be - bored. - Come on, Wesley! Where is that stiff upper
lip? (Get off him) Now, we've only done one of the five basic
torture groups. We've done blunt - but that still leaves sharp, cold, hot
and loud. Have a preference? (Wesley looks at her and
nods. Faith pulls the gag out of his mouth) Well, that great!
It's always better with audience participation. - May I take your
order please?"
Wesley spits on the floor to one side of her.
Wesley: "I was your Watcher, Faith. - I know the real you - and eve if
you kill me, there is just one thing I want you to remember."
Faith:
"What's that, love?"
Wesley: "You - are a piece of sh.."
Faith
interrupts him, stuffing the gag back into his mouth: "You should talk,
huh? I guess I'll just have to try a little harder."
She walks over to
a picture frame, smashes it on the table and picks up one of the glass shards.
Faith: "We'll switch to sharp for a while."
Cut to Cordy and Angel sitting in her apartment looking at a map of LA.
Cordy: "On Monday, - a guy was beaten up here, his wallet and car were
stolen. He's still in the hospital. Four blocks over - is a
restaurant where they had a major knock down drag out on Tuesday. Then here
another guy ran into something he referred to as 'the bitch from hell,' who sent
him home with paramedics. - That was on Wednesday."
Angel: "This was
the first. Took his wallet and keys. Is he still in the hospital?"
Cordy: "Yeah. We were just gonna go down and talk to him."
Angel: "Where does he live?"
Cut to Faith sitting in the open window of the apartment looking at the
bloodstained piece of glass in her hands. She lets it drop and listens to
it shatter. Sighs.
Cut to Wesley still tied to the chair. Faith
gets off the windowsill and comes over rubbing her hands together.
Faith: "That's refreshing. But I'm feeling a little cold.
(Pats Wesley on the cheek) What do you say we warm the place up?"
We
see that there are several bloodstains now on Wesley's shirt. Faith goes
into the kitchen and picks up a lighter.
Faith: "Did you ever wonder
if things would have been different - if we'd never met. What if you'd had
Buffy - and Giles would have been my Watcher? You think you'd still be
here right now? Or would Giles be sitting in that chair? - Or is it just
like fate. You know, there is no choice. You were gonna be here no
matter what. - (Picks up a spray can) You think about that stuff? - Fate -
and destiny. (Walks over to Wesley) I don't. (Depresses the
top of the spray can and holds the lighter flame into the spray igniting it
where Wesley can get a good look at the resulting flame shooting forth) Not that
any of this is your own fault. (Flames again) Since this may be - the last
chance we will have to unload on each other, I feel that it is kind of my duty
to tell you that if you'd been a better Watcher, I might have been a more
positive role model! (Flames again) - Face it, Wesley, you really were a
jerk. Always walking around as if you had some great big stake rammed up
your - English Channel. (Frowns and takes the gag out) - I think I want to
hear you scream."
Wesley: "You never will."
Faith: "Admit
it, Wesley, didn't you always kind of have the hots for me?"
Faith flames
again as the door burst form its hinges and Angel slowly walks in. Faith
drops the can and lighter, pulls a knife and holds it against Wesley's throat.
Faith: "About time, soul-boy. Ready to play now?"
Angel: "I'm ready."
Cut to Angel stumbling out of the alley in Borsa.
Angel: "I
can't. Oh god, I can't."
The woman steps up to the corner of the alley
breathing hard and leaning against the wall. As she watches him go she
fingers the bite mark on her neck.
Angel stumbles against a wall gasping,
looking desperate, then moves on.
Cut to Faith: "Okay, you showed. But how do I know you are really
in this? I mean if I kill him, would that help, or just be really funny?"
Angel: "You don't think I know what you're after? I do."
Faith: "You I have to kill. Wesley is just for the hell of it."
Angel is slowly walking so Faith has to turn to keep facing him, which puts
her beside Wesley instead of behind him.
Angel: "This isn't about
Wesley. This is about you and me."
Faith: "No, baby, he's
payback."
Angel: "For what? I thought you were happy with the
way you are. By the way you never told me how much I'm worth dusted, just
out of curiosity."
Faith: "15 000 plus expenses."
Angel:
"You're kidding."
Faith: "Hey, I'm young, willing to work my way up."
Angel: "You feel young, - do you, Faith? - You're looking
pretty worn out to me."
Wesley throws himself back, toppling his chair and
Angel instantly kicks Faith away from him. Wesley sees that Faith's knife
is sticking point down in the wooden floor beside him.
Faith picks up a
piece of wood and attacks Angel. The slam each other around and Angel
manages to get the impromptu stake away from Faith, tossing her onto the sofa,
and breaks it over his knee.
Faith: "Is that all you got,
vampire? Get in the game."
She kicks the glass topped sofa table at
his face and broken glass flies everywhere. She jumps him, wrapping her
legs around his waist and slamming him against the wall. She keeps hitting
him, and they both fall to the floor with Faith sitting on top.
Faith:
"Come on, Angel! I thought you were bad!"
He takes a hold of one of
her wrists and tosses her off him. Faith tries to hit him with a floor
lamp, but he avoids the hit, so she instead sweeps the feet out from under him
as he gets up then catapults him over the sofa and across the room. She
jumps over the sofa after him. Smashes a vase over his back then slams him
into the ceiling.
Wesley has shimmied around and is trying to cut his bonds
using the knife stuck in the floor.
Faith swings at Angel but he keeps
ducking them, so instead she kicks him in the gut. Angel come back and
hits her, she hits back then tosses him back over the sofa.
Faith:
"You can't take me! No one can take me!"
Faith jumps to kick him again
as he gets up, but Angel intercepts her kick with a piece of furniture.
Faith sends him flying across the room again, then smashes up a glass-shelving
unit when Angel ducks her next kick. Angel slams Faith down on the floor
then slides her headfirst across the room into a wall. Faith comes up with
another piece of wood in her hand.
Faith: "Come on!"
Angel tackles
her and they both burst through the window, falling two stories to land on a
trash-container lid. They roll off of it and Faith again throws Angel
around.
Faith: "You're gonna die!"
Wesley is almost done sawing
through his ropes.
Faith keeps hitting and kicking Angel. Halfway
through this it starts to first rain then pour.
Faith: "You hear
me? - You don't know what evil is! - I'm bad!
- Fight back!"
Wesley has freed his hands and is untying the other
ropes.
Faith keeps whaling on Angel, sometimes he ducks, sometimes the hits
connect.
Angel grabs a hold of her: "Nice try, Faith."
He tosses
her away from him. Then walks after her.
Angel: "I know what you
want."
She hits him and he hits back dropping her. She comes back up
hitting and screaming, but not making much of a dent.
Wesley leans out of
the window and sees Faith beating up on Angel. He goes into the kitchen
and grabs a butcher knife, then heads for the door.
Angel as he dodges another hit: "I'm not gonna make it easy for you."
Faith throws herself against Angel screaming: "I'm evil! I'm
bad! I'm evil! Do you hear me? I'm bad! Angel, I'm
bad! (She begins to sob, grabbing a hold of Angel's shirt and shaking
him) I'm ba-ad. Do you hear me? I'm bad! I'm bad!
I'm bad. Please. Angel, please, just do it."
Wesley comes running out of the house.
Faith sobbing: "Angel
please, just do it. Just do it. Just kill me. Just kill me."
Angel wraps his arms around her shoulders and pulls her against him.
She over balances them and they sink to their knees, Angel still holding her as
she cries.
Angel: "Shh. It's all right. It's okay.
I'm here. I'm right here. Shh."
The camera shows the knife
dropping from Wesley's hand as he stands in the pouring rain, staring at them,
while Faith cries and thunder rumbles overhead.