CITY OF ANGELS
Voice over: "Los Angeles. You see it at night and it shines. Like a beacon. People are drawn to it. People and other things. They come for all sorts of reasons. My reason? No surprise there. It started with a girl.
She was a really, really pretty girl. No she, she was a hottie girl.
She, she had - I mean - her hair was... You know? - -You kind of remind me of her. Because, because - you know - the hair. I mean - the hair.I mean, you both have hair.
Girl: A shark! Oh!
One of the guys: "We want to cash out."
Bartender: "Here you go, pal."
Angel: "Girls are nice."
Guy: "Okay, guys, let's go. Let's go find some real fun."
Blond girl: "You guys really know the doorman? I mean you can get us into the Lido?"
1.Guy: "I don't want to go clubbing anymore. I want to party, right here."
1.Girl: "Hey back off!"
1.vamp: "Shut up and die!"
Angel: "Excuse me. 'scuse me.
I'm sorry. But has anybody seen my car? It's big , and it's shiny."
1.vamp: "Piss off, pal!"
Angel: "Uhh, breath mint?"
"You shouldn't have done that."
1.girl: "Oh, my god! They were:"
Angel: "Go home."
1.girl: "Thank you."
Angel: "Stay away from me."
Doyle: "I like the place. I mean it's not much with the view, but it has a nice bat-cave sort of an air to it."
Angel: "Who are you?"
Angel: "You don't smell human."
Doyle: "Now that's a bit rude. So happens that I am very much human.
On my mother's side.
Well, I come in uninvited, so you know I'm not a vampire like yourself."
Angel: "What do you want?"
Doyle: "I've been sent. - By the Powers That Be."
Angel: "The powers that be what?"
Doyle: "Let me tell you a little bedtime story."
Angel: "But I'm not sleepy."
Doyle: "Once upon a time there was a vampire. And he was the meanest vampire in all the land. All the other vampires were afraid of him, he was such a - bastard.
Then one day he's cursed - by gypsies.
They restore his human soul. And all of a sudden he is mad with guilt. You know: 'What have I done?' You know, he's freaked."
Angel: "Okay. Now I'm sleepy."
Doyle: "Yeah, well, it's a fairly dull tale.
It needs a little sex, is my feeling.
So sure enough: enter the girl.
Pretty little blonde thing, Vampire Slayer by trade. And our vampire falls madly in love with her.
Eventually the two of them, - well, they get fleshy with one another. Well, I guess the technical term is perfect happiness.
But when our boy gets there,
he goes bad again.
He kills again. It's ugly.
So when he gets his soul back for the second time, he figures hey, he can't be any where near Miss young puppy eyes without endangering them both.
So what does he do? He takes off.
Goes to LA. To fight evil - and atone for his crimes.
He's a shadow, - a faceless champion of the hapless human race. -
Say you wouldn't have a beer of any kind in here, would you?"
Doyle: "Come on, you must have something besides pig's blood!"
Angel: "Okay. You've told me the story of my life, but since I was there, I already knew.
So why aren't I kicking you out?"
Doyle: "Because now I'm going to tell you what happens next.
You see this vampire, he thinks he's helping. Fighting the demons. Staying away from the human's so as not to be tempted.
Doing penance in his little - cell.
But he's cut off. From every thing. From the people he's trying to help."
Angel: "I still save 'em. Who cares if I don't stop to chat."
Doyle: "When was the last time you drank blood?"
Doyle: "Left you with a bit of a craving, didn't it? Let me tell you something, pal,
that craving is going to grow and one day soon one of those helpless victims that you don't really care about is going to look way too appetizing to turn down.
And you'll figure hey! what's one against all I've saved? Might as well eat them.
I'm still ahead by the numbers!"
You know I'm parched from all this yakking, man. Let's go treat me to a Billy Dee."
"It's not all about fighting and gadgets and stuff. It's about reaching out to people, showing them that there's love and hope still left in the world."
Homeless lady: Spare change?
Doyle: "Get a job, you lazy sow.
It's about letting them into your heart.
It's not about saving lives; it's about saving souls. Hey, possibly your own in the process."
Angel: "I want to know who sent you."
Doyle: "I'm honestly not sure. They don't speak to me direct. I get - visions.
Which is to say great splitting migraines that come with pictures.
A name - a face. I don't know who sends them. I just know whoever sends them is more powerful than me or you, and their just trying to make things right."
Angel: "Why me?"
Doyle: "Because you've got potential.
And the balance sheet isn't exactly in your favor."
Angel: "Well why you?"
Doyle: "We all got something to atone for.
Had a vision this morning. When the blinding pain stopped I wrote this down."
"Nice looking girl, needs help."
Angel: "Help with what?"
Doyle: "That's your business. I just take the names."
Angel: "I don't get it. How am I supposed to know:"
Doyle: "You're supposed to get into her life, remember? Get involved. Look, High School's over, boy. It's time to make with the grown up talk."
Angel: "Why would a woman I've never met even talk to me?"
Doyle: "Have you looked into a mirror lately? No, I guess you really haven't, no."
Angel: "I'm not good with people."
Doyle: "Well that's the whole point of this little exercise, isn't it?"
"Are you game?"
Guy: "Tina, I've got to do it by seniority. Everybody wants to work extra hours."
Tina: "I know. It's just - I just need...
Well, I'm good for Saturday night.
If people want to go out, I'll double shift or what ever."
Guy: "Well, you're on the list, okay?"
Angel: "Sure is a cute little - doggie?"
"So, do you: How late are you open?"
Tina: "Are you talking to :?"
"Wow. Good reflexes."
"Well, thanks, these come out of my paycheck."
Angel: "So, you're, are you - happy?"
Angel: "Well, you look sort off down."
Tina: "You've been watching me?"
Angel: "No! I was looking towards there - and you kind of walked through - there:"
Tina: "You don't hit on girls very often, do you?"
Angel: "No, it's been a while. I'm sort off new in town."
Tina: "Do yourself a favor: don't stay."
Angel: "You never answered my question."
Tina: "Am I happy? Do you have three hours?"
Angel: "Do I look busy?"
Tina: "I get off at ten."
Angel: "Wow. I suddenly feel underdressed. Did you want to have a drink or something?"
Tina: "I know who you are and what you're doing here. Stay the hell away from me.
And you tell Russell to leave me alone."
Angel: "I don't know anyone named Russell."
Tina: "You're lying."
Angel: "No I'm not."
Tina: "Then why were you watching me?"
Angel: "Because you looked lonely.
And I figured that we have something in common."
Tina: "Oh. I'm sorry. I"m really--
Angel: "That's okay."
Tina: "No it's not. I"m sort of having relationship issues.
Angel: "Who's Russell?"
"I'd like to help."
Tina: "The only help I need is a ticket home. - And that wasn't me asking for money."
Angel: "Where's home."
Tina: "Missoula, Montana. You've been to Missoula?"
Angel: "During the depression. - Ah, my depression. I-I was depressed there. - It's pretty country though."
Tina: "Lots of open land, lots of nothing else. - I came here to become a movie star.
But they weren't hiring. Well, I have a fabulous Hollywood party to go to.
Hence the glamour. The girl giving it owes my security deposit. - Well, it was nice threatening you."
Angel: "You need a lift?"
Margo: "Tina! Smile for the camera. And who is this hunk of tall, dark and handsome?"
Tina: "Just a friend. Margo, I really need to talk to you."
Margo: "Uh, grab yourself a drink. I'll be right there."
Tina: "Cute. Everyone's a star."
Angel: "Who's Russell?"
Tina: "He is someone I made the mistake of trusting."
Margo: "Here I am."
Tina: "This wont take long."
Margo: "I would not leave that one unattended."
Oliver: "You are a beautiful, beautiful man."
Oliver: "You're an actor."
Oliver: That wasn"t a question. I'm Oliver.
Ask anyone about Oliver. I'm a fierce animal. I'm your agent as soon as you call me."
Angel: "I'm not an actor."
Oliver: "Funny. I like the humor. . I like the whole thing. Call me. This isn't a come-on.
I'm in a very serious relationship with a landscape architect."
Cordelia: "You know, they asked me to come back and read for a third time! I'm an actress. I don't put up with things like that!"
Cordelia: "Oh, my god. Angel?"
Angel: "Nice to see a familiar face."
Cordelia: "I didn't know you were in LA. Are you living here?"
Angel: "Yeah. You?"
Cordelia: "Malibu. A small condo on the beach. It's not a private beach, but I'm young so I forbear."
Angel: "You're acting?"
Cordelia: "Can you believe it?
I mean I just started it to make some quick cash, and then boom, it was like my life!
So are you still - grrr?"
Angel: "Yeah, there's not actually - a cure for that."
Cordelia: "Right. But you're not evil, I mean your not here to bite people?"
Angel: "No, I'm here with a friend."
Cordelia: "Oh, good. Well, it was nice seeing you, but I"ve got to get mingly. I really should be talking to people that *are* somebody."
But it was fun!
Angel: "It's nice that she's grown as a person."
Stacy: "Russell just wants to see you."
Tina: "Leave me alone!"
"Of course she doesn't have the money yet."
Angel: "Who's that?"
Tina: "Stacy? He's just a creep.
Can we please go?"
Stacy: "Hey, hey. Okay, he just wants to see you, that's all."
Tina: "Okay, no problem."
Angel: "Damn it!"
Stacy: "Whoever you are, you don't want to get involved here, trust me."
Angel: "Tina, get in the car."
Stacy: "You know what? I don't think you're going to pull that trigger."
Angel: "Good call."
Tina: "Nice party, huh?"
Angel: "A little too fabulous for me."
Answering machine: "You have one new message."Cordy, Joe at the Agency.
No Luck, again. We're having trouble booking auditions. The networks say they've seen enough of you. So, you know, no need to call. We'll let you know if the situation changes. Bye."
"You have no more messages."
Tina: "My Girl Scout training. I can live out of this bag for days if I have to."
Angel: "I've made some tea."
Angel: "Do you take milk and sugar?"
Angel: "Because I don't have those things. - I don't get a lot of visitors."
Tina: "At least not ones you like."
Angel: "I have relationship issues, too."
Tina: "I guess this is the part were you comfort me? Not like you didn't earn it."
Angel: "No, this is the part where you have a safe place to stay while we figure things out."
Tina: "You mean you don't want:"
Angel: "You have enough people taking advantage right now."
Tina: "Boy, are you in the wrong town."
Angel: "Russell have a last name?"
Tina: "Yeah, but you don't need to know it. You've done enough already."
"He's the kind of guy that can get away with murder."
Angel: "Who did he murder?"
Tina: "I don't know. Maybe nobody. -
He likes - he likes pain. I mean he really does.
He talks about it like it was a friend.
And you don't leave him, he tells you when he's had enough.
I knew this girl, Denise, she tried to get away. She disappeared of the face of the earth. - He finds you."
Angel: "Not anymore."
Tina: No! No!
Tina: No! No!
Angel: It"s all right.
Tina: "He was here."
Angel: "I'm here. Easy....
"Did your friend Denise have a tattoo on her left shoulder?"
Tina: "She had a rose."
Angel: "I think she was murdered. And there were others. He picks girls with no family, no one to care."
"Look you don't have to be afraid. Your safe here."
Tina: "Why do you have that? - You knew who I was when you walked in there last night?"
Angel: "No, I didn't. I just -I had your name that's all, all right? Look. It's complicated."
Tina: "Yeah, I'm sure. Big complicated game that Russell's playing with my head.
How much is he paying you?"
Angel: "He's not."
Tina: "You're just like him. You stay away from me."
Angel: "Please, listen:"
Russell: "I've been looking everywhere for you. And here you are right under my nose. Oh, I own the building, most of the block.
Are you going to point that gun at me all day?"
Tina: "What did you do to Denise?"
Tina: "I want the truth, Russell."
Russell: "She wanted to go home, I bought her a ticket to Pensacola."
Tina: "She's dead."
Russell: "What do you mean? She called me yesterday. She said she's going back to school, she wanted me to pull some strings."
"Look, we both know that I live outside of the box, but I don't go around killing my friends! -
If this about LA. If you need rent. You know I only want to help you."
"Just tell me what you want."
Tina: "I want to go home."
Russell: "Done. Poor thing. Who's been spinning your head like this?"
Tina: "I don't know. I thought you hired him. He turned into something. It was the most horrible thing I've ever seen."
Russell: "Well, you're young."
Angel: "The guy' trying to take her at the party was called Stacy."
Doyle: "First name or last?"
Angel: "I don't know. Professional muscle, probably done some time."
Doyle: "I can ask around."
Angel: "Great. Start with the car.
Grey '87 Black Mercedes 300E, going to need some serious work on the bumper. Call the chop shops."
Doyle: "I know a couple that ain't in the book, too."
Angel: "The guy in the car leads me to Stacy. Stacy leads me to Russell."
Doyle: "You couldn't have known she was going to run out on you like that."
Angel: "Forget it. Let's get to work."
Doyle: "You can't cut yourself off from:"
Angel: "Doyle, I don't want to share my feelings, I don't want to open up. I want to find the guy that killed Tina and I want to look him in the eye."
Doyle: "Then what?"
Angel: "Then I'm going to share my feelings."
Lawyer: "Mr. Winter, the Eltron merger is a go. They caved on everything after you negotiated with their CFO.
We'll bring the papers by your office tomorrow."
Russell: "She had something, didn't she?"
I was sorry to kill her so soon."
Lawyer: "Actually, you haven't seen her in several week. You were in a conference yesterday with your contract lawyers when the unfortunate incident occurred.
And we've located a witness that is telling police that saw a dark complected man with blood on his hands fleeing the scene."
Lawyer: "Wolfram&Hart is a full service law firm, Mr. Winters.
It is our job - to see to it that our clients lives run more smoothly."
Russell: "Who is this? A fresh face. - I think we should meet."
Lawyer: "Should I alert the firm that this young lady may constitute another long-term investment?"
Russell: "I don't think so. I just want something to eat."
Angel: "Where does he live, how much security does he have?"
Stacy: "Listen Hot shot. What ever she was to you, you better forget it. You have no idea who you're dealing with here."
Angel: "Russell? Let me guess. Not big on the daylight and the mirrors? Drinks a lot of V-8?"
Stacy: "You get in his way, he'll kill you. He'll kill everyone you care about."
Angel: "There is nobody left that I care about.'
Cordelia: "I am somebody. I matter.
People will be drawn to my positive energy and help me to achieve my goals.
I am right where I am supposed to be and not dying for something to eat!"
"Hello, Cordelia Chase."
Margo : "Cor, it's Margo. You were such a hit at my party last night."
Cordelia: "Oh, thanks!"
Margo: "Guess who saw my videotape of the party and guess who wants to meet with you."
Cordelia: "A director? A manager? An assistant to an assistant who wants to spring for lunch?"
Margo: "Russell winters."
Cordelia: "The investment guy?"
Margo: "Oh, oh, Cordelia. He is a lot more than that. He helps people get started in their careers. He knows everyone, аnd he wants to meet you - tonight."
Margo: "He'll send a Limo for you at 8."
Doyle: "Wow, you're really going to war here. - I guess you - ah - you've seen a few in your time, yeah?"
Angel: "14, not including Vietnam. They never declared it."
Cordelia: "People will be attracted to my positive energy and help me achieve my goals. Oh, yeah!"
Doyle: "Well, listen, best of luck to you man. I've got some fairly large coin riding on the Vikings tonight, but I'll be there with you in spirit, yeah?"
Angel: "You're driving."
Doyle: "Now wait a minute. Nah-a, I'm not combat ready. I'm just the messenger!"
Angel: "And I'm the message."
Russell: "I'm Russell. Thank you so much for coming. that'll be all Franklin. We'd like to be alone."
Cordelia: "Wow, what a nice place. I love your curtains. Not afraid to emphasize the curtains."
Russell: "Well, I have old fashioned tastes."
Cordelia: "I grew up in a nice home.
It wasn't like this, but we did have a room or two that we didn't even know what they were for. Until the IRS got all huffy about my folks not paying taxes for, well, ever. They took it all."
Russell: "Margo tells me you're an actress. It's going well?"
Cordelia: "Oh: Yeah, it's great! I've had a lot of opportunities. The hands in the liquid-gel commercial were almost mine, by one or two girls. And well: - It's not everything - I:"
Angel: "How're you doing. I think we're lost. We are looking for a Roscomere. What are you watching? Is that the game? The Vikings on?"
"Tie him up. I'm out in ten minutes or I'm not coming out."
Cordelia: "I've tried really hard, you know. Usually when I set out to achieve something I succeed at it, right away. - but I:
I don't know anybody, and I don't really have any friends here."
Russell: "Now you know me. You don't have to worry anymore."
Cordelia: "What do you want me to do?"
Russell: "Just tell me what you want."
Cordelia: "Oh, god. I'm sorry! I'm getting all weepy in front of you.
I probably look really scary.
I finally get invited to a nice place - with no mirrors, - and lots of curtains: hey, you're a vampire!"
Russell: "What? No, I'm not."
Cordelia: "Are too!"
Russell: "I don't know what you're talking about."
Cordelia: "Hey, I'm from Sunnydale.
We had our own Hellmouth! I think I know a vampire when I'm - alone with him:
in his fortress-like home.
And you know, I think I'm just feeling a little light headed from hunger. I'm just wacky. And kidding! Ha, ha." Russell: "Truth is, I'm glad you know. It means we can skip the formalities."
Angel: "Russell Winters."
Angel: "I have a message for you - from Tina."
Russell: "You made a very big mistake coming here."
Cordelia: "You don't know who he is, do you? Oh, boy! You are about to get your ass kicked! Angel?"
Russell: "Kill them!"
Cordelia: "Angel! Ah!"
Doyle: "That's it. I'm gone!"
"Come on. Damn it!"
"It's - a good gate."
"You know, I've had a bit of an accident, but we'll talk later:"
Cordelia: "Finally! I thought I was going to faint while barfing! Okay. Sorry.
So, it's over, right? We're going to be okay. You put the fear of god into that Russell guy. He's not going to come looking for me, right?"
Lawyer: "The Eltron mutual trust binder is ready for your signature. As to the intruder that broke into your home last night, local authorities have no information on him. However we have several top private investigators: that are looking into his where-abouts."
Russell: "I believe we've located him."
Lawyer: "I'm with Wolfram&Hart. Mr. Winters has never been accused and shall never be convicted of any crime - ever.
Should you continue to harass our client, we will be forced to bring you into the light of day. а place, I'm told, that isn't all that healthy for you."
Russell: "Angel. We do things a certain way here in LA."
Angel: "Well, I'm new here."
Russell: "But you're a civilized man.
We don't have to go around attacking each other. Look at me: I pay my taxes. I keep my name out of the paper, and I don't make waves. And in return I can do anything I want!"
Angel: "Really. Hmm. Can you fly?" Hmm. I guess not
Lawyer: "Set up an interoffice meeting for 4:00. Seems we have a new player in town. - No, no, there is any need to disturb the senior partners with this. Not yet."
Buffy's voice on the phone: "Hello? Hello?"
Doyle: "What happened to Russell?"
Angel: "He went into the light."
Doyle: "And yet you don't seem to be in a celebrating mood."
Angel: "I killed a vampire. I didn't help anybody."
Doyle: "Are you sure about that? Because there is a girl upstairs that's as happy as can be."
Cordelia: "Ah! Look over there! A cockroach! In the corner. I think it's a bantam weight!"
"Okay, first thing. We need to call an exterminator - and a sign painter. We should have a name on the door!"
Angel: "Okay. I'm confused."
Cordelia: "Doyle filled me in on your little mission.
So I was just saying, if we're going to help people, maybe a small charge. A fee.
You know, something to help pay the rent, and my salary.
You need somebody to organize things, and you're not exactly rolling in it Mr. I-was-alive-for-200-years-and-never-developed-an-investment-portfolio."
Angel: "You want to charge people?"
Cordelia: "Well, not everybody. But sooner or later we are going to have to help some rich people, right?
Doyle: "Possibly, yeah."
Cordelia: "Hand me that box. So I think that we should charge based on a case-by-case analysis,
but with me working for a flat fee. I mean, um:that is, - if you think that you can use me?"
"Of course this is just temporary - until my inevitable stardom takes affect."
Doyle: "You've made a good choice. She'll provide a connection to the world. She's got a very - humanizing influence."
Angel: "You think she's a Hottie."
Doyle: "Yeah, she's a stiffener alright, I can't lie about that. But, you know, she could use a hand."
Doyle: "You know there's a lot of people in this city that need helping."
Angel: "Hmm. So I noticed."
Doyle: "You game?"
Angel: "I'm game."