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RELEASE

WESLEY: Sit here. Hold this. I"ll get bandages.
FAITH: No trauma. I"m good.
WESLEY: You were nearly killed.
FAITH: I could use a shower.
WESLEY: Of course. Faith, are you sure you"re OK?
FAITH: A little sticky.
VAMPIRE WAITRESS: Compliments of the lady.
ANGELUS: Yeah, as if. Anyway, I couldn"t believe how easy it was luring the slayer into my little welcome home from prison party.

VAMPIRE LACKEY #1: Wish I could have been there when she saw the Beast.
ANGELUS: The guy wasn"t gonna win any personality contests, but he put on a good show. Slapped her around real nice.

VAMPIRE LACKEY #2: Like a little bunny?
ANGELUS: Bloody, whimpering bunny. Once she was tenderized, I gave Rocko the shaft. Never saw it coming, dumb ass.

DEMON: Yeah, soul-boy. Nice job, bringing the sun back.
Oh, hey, Angelus. Buy you a warm one?
ANGELUS: Maybe after.
DEMON: After what?
ANGELUS: After I rip out your windpipe so it stops making that annoying talky sound.

DEMON: Wait! I have a condition. Whoop! Goh, boy! Dirty bitch! Tourettes. You"ve heard of it, right?

ANGELUS: Yeah, causes uncontrollable impulses...like yanking out throats.

DEMON: Oh! oh oh...
MYSTERIOUS VOICE: Hello, Angelus. It"s time we had that talk.

Intro

ANGELUS: Where are you?
DEMON: Wherever you want me to be, buddy.

MYSTERIOUS VOICE: I"m where it"s warm and soft.
ANGELUS: Hide and seek, huh? OK, I"ll play.
MYSTERIOUS VOICE: Playtime"s over. You"ve been a bad boy. Killed my favorite pet.
ANGELUS: Thought that might get your attention.
BEASTMASTER: Initiative. I like that, but you needn"t have bothered. I"ve had my eyes on you for some time.
DRUGGED GIRL: Hey, baby, how "bout a kiss?
ANGELUS: You like to watch, huh?
BEASTMASTER: One of the many things we have in common.
ANGELUS: Oh, I don"t know about that. I"m more of a hands-on kind of a guy. You, scram. OK, come on. You got a pair, or the wind you"re blowing up my tailpipe is all you can muster? Hey, here"s a kooky idea. Now that I"ve killed your little pet rock, how "bout a little face-to-face, huh? Assuming that you"ve got one.


BEASTMASTER: Don"t worry. We"ll meet when you"re ready.
ANGELUS: Come on. Why the stalling? You whipped up a rain of fire, blotted out the sun, earthquakes...all to maneuver the Brady Bunch into releasing Angel"s inner me. Don"t you wanna kick the tires?

BEASTMASTER: So beautifully vain, but the whirlwind doesn"t always revolve around you. Destruction sometimes is its own reward.

ANGELUS: Hey, man, you"re preaching to the guy who ate the choir. Wait, it was you, wasn"t it? You pulled just the wrong strings to make them think it was their idea. Got "em to yank that white, fluffy soul, and stuff it in a jar, and then gone, baby, gone.


BEASTMASTER: Couldn"t risk them putting it back in you. I have wonderful plans for you, my sweet boy.

ANGELUS: Um, yeah, but the thing is, as far as plans go, I make my own. So, you know, thanks for stopping by my head.

BEASTMASTER: You would dare to defy me?
ANGELUS: Defy who? A big scary voice? Whoa! Hey, I got one of those, too. You wanna hear it? You can kiss my vampire ass! That do anything for ya?

CONNOR: Hey. Brought you another blanket. Gotta keep warm. You OK?
CORDELIA: Just a little woozy. Could be the whole Angelus-nailing-me-with-a-crossbow thingy. Or it could be the baby. His way of saying-
ANGELUS: Hello! Hey, I got places to go, friends to kill-well, not actually my friends, but you get the idea. You got any more bluster you want to blow up there? That"s what I thought.


DRUGGED VAMP: Dude, whatever you"re on...I"ll give you the girl for a gram.
CORDELIA: You sure Faith"s all right?

CONNOR: Yeah, when Wesley called, he said she was hurt pretty bad, but she"s a slayer. They"re really strong, right?

CORDELIA: For a human. God, I can"t believe Angelus killed the Beast.
CONNOR: He fought dirty.
CORDELIA: Maybe this means we did the right thing, bringing Angelus back.
CONNOR: Right. He"s a real hero.
CORDELIA: Connor, Angelus cannot fight his true nature. It"s who he is. But by killing the Beast, he"s made the world a little safer...for our family. You didn"t have that the first time around, but now you will.
CONNOR: I won"t ever let anything hurt you-either of you.
CORDELIA: I know you won"t, but just remember, this is ours. Nobody else needs to know how lucky we are.
CONNOR: Are you ashamed of me?
CORDELIA: What? No.
CONNOR: Then why don"t you want to tell "em?
CORDELIA: Because they wouldn"t understand. Our baby is growing so fast, it would scare them. And that fear might make them want to kill it, like they wanted to kill you. But trust me, Connor. It won"t be too long. They"re all gonna know what"s growing inside of me.
GUNN: Meet your new best friend. If super-bad shows up, the sanctuary spell should keep us safe, but-
FRED: But? There"s always a "but." When this is over, can we have a big "but" moratorium?

LORNE: Did I mention that the only shots I"m good at involve Tequila?

FRED: You don"t think Angelus is planning a repeat performance, do you? I-I mean, he"s gotta know we"d be prepared.

GUNN: Doesn"t mean we drop our guard. If he pops a fang in here, thwack him where it hurts.

LORNE: Yeah, good night not-so-sweet prince.
GUNN: I"m gonna recheck downstairs, make sure he can"t creep in through any of the sewer tunnels.

FRED: Yeah, if Lilah managed to break and enter-
CONNOR: Thought you were more of a Taser girl.
FRED: Sorry, I...
GUNN: How"s Cordy?
CONNOR: You know. Tired, I guess.
FRED: Maybe I should stop up and che-

CONNOR: No. She doesn"t want to see anyone yet. She just wanted some... soup. Really hot soup.
LORNE: Odd bird. And getting birdier.

FRED: You don"t think he and Cordy are still...

LORNE: Could be the love bug, but I"m not picking up warm fuzzies. Whatever it is, I just can"t get a good read on it.

GUNN: Not much of the warm or the fuzzies going on these days. Why should they be any different.
FRED: He"s probably just upset about Faith benching him. Anybody else think maybe that was a humongous mistake?

LORNE: Not unless we want to get Angel back in anything other than a dustpan.

GUNN: Connor"s better off playing nursemaid, or whatever he"s doing with Cordy that I really don"t want to know about.
FRED: Yeah, but Wes said Faith kind of got demolished. She"s supposed to be our best chance of getting Angel back, but what if she"s not up to it?
FAITH: Squeaky clean. Let"s blow. Right. Uh, sorry about your bathroom. Come on, let"s do it.
WESLEY: I"m not worried about the bathroom. Although I"m fairly sure my security deposit"s a complete loss. I need to know you"re in the game, Faith. All the way.
FAITH: Five by five, boss.
FRED: If I were a Runic transcription guide, I would be... shelved wrong.

ANGELUS: Talking to yourself, Fred? A lot of that going around.
FRED: You can"t hurt me. We did a no-demon-violence thingy.

ANGELUS: Oh, the sanctuary spell. Shucks. Oh, wait a minute. I think I- Oh, yeah, kinda thought you pesky P.I."s would be humming that old tune, so I picked up a little something"-something"... let"s me be as demony as I wanna be.

FRED: I don"t believe you.
ANGELUS: How "bout now?
FRED: What do you want?
ANGELUS: Maybe I just miss you. Well, since you brought it up, let"s talk Beastmaster. Whaddaya got?

FRED: Nothing.
ANGELUS: Come on, Fred. All this raw material. Brainiac like you. You must have a theory.
FRED: If I did, you"re the last person I"d tell.

ANGELUS: Well, all right then. I guess I"ll figure it out myself, huh? Let"s see. I"ll take these. And this. Thanks for nothing.
FRED: I do know one thing. You"re out of your league. What you"re up against-he"ll make you its bitch just like the Beast. So, if you"re gonna kill me, get it over with. Made in China?
Lorne!

ANGELUS: Can"t beat a good book. Too bad. I was just starting to have fun.

CONNOR: Why stop now?
FRED: Connor!
ANGELUS: Well, isn"t that interesting.
Nice try, Fred. You think about how close you came to stopping me when I"m slaughtering all your friends. Toodles.

FAITH: We track him, we find him, we-

ANGELUS: Get your asses kicked? I dunno, wild guess.
Sucky spell, huh? You think it"d at least go to the sidewalk.

FAITH: Let him go. This is between you and me.
ANGELUS: It"s never just between you and me, Faith. Wes"ll always be in the middle. That"s it. Do the math. Can you get to me before I snap his neck? You still that fast? Wes is just dying to find out, aren"t you, Wes?


WESLEY: Do it.
ANGELUS: That"s it. Come on. Do it. Take your shot, and save the world. Come on. What"re you waiting for? It"s all about choices, Faith. The ones we make, and the ones we don"t. Oh, and the consequences. Those are always fun. Don"t worry about good old Wes. What"s one more body to us? Come on, where"s my girl?
GUNN: Faith!
WESLEY: Go!
GUNN: He"s gone.
CONNOR: Cordy. Cordy!
CORDELIA: What?
CONNOR: Are you OK?
CORDELIA: Sure. Except for the morning sickness that can"t tell time.

CONNOR: Good. I mean, that you"re OK.

CORDELIA: Why wouldn"t I be?
CONNOR: Angelus. He was here again.
CORDELIA: Excuse me? He was?
CONNOR: Downstairs. He caught Fred alone. Used a fake charm. Fooled her long enough to take everything we had on whoever the Beast was working for.

CORDELIA; That son of a bi...
CONNOR: He nearly killed Wesley outside the hotel, but Gunn and Faith chased him off.
CORDELIA: Yay for our side.
CONNOR: Lilah"s book, that stuff from Lorne"s head-why does he want all that?
CORDELIA: I don"t know, but whatever Angelus is up to, I"m thinking it can"t be good.

CONNOR: Just lucky no one got hurt this time.

CORDELIA: So, the sanctuary spell held up. No demon violence in the hotel?

CONNOR: Yeah, it worked.
GUNN: All I"m saying is, he tries dancing in here and pulling a Dark Shadows again, he"s gonna get a dart up his evil ass.

FRED: Well, his ass moves pretty quick. He got the book and the Wolfram and Hart papers.
GUNN: Not your fault.
FRED: Bet they think it was.

GUNN: Like they were any help.
FRED: Super girl wouldn"t have fallen for a cheap hunk of crap like this.
GUNN: I"m just glad it was. If anything happened to you...
FRED: Charles, can we maybe-
FAITH: What"re you doing with that?
WESLEY: Changing the game.
FAITH: I thought we weren"t going for the kill.
WESLEY: We"re not, but if we get another chance, I want slow him down long enough to tranq him.

FRED: By blowing his legs off?
GUNN: You want some help with that?
WESLEY: No. I need someone I trust to watch the hotel. Someone who can actually hurt Angelus.
GUNN: Oh, I"m all over that.
WESLEY: Be careful. Next time he shows up, he might be packing the real thing.

FAITH: Start with a perimeter sweep. I"ll take point. Stay frosty. If he"s still in the area-

WESLEY: You"ll let him escape again?
FAITH: This coming from the boy hostage?
WESLEY: Angelus was right. You should have gone for him.
FAITH: He would have killed you.
WESLEY: And how many will he have the chance to murder now because you let that make a difference? Angelus is an animal. The only way to defeat him is to be just as vicious as he is.
ANGELUS: These aren"t helping. Half of this crap is written in some archaic proto-demon-cuneiform, and I don"t want to be rude, but I think the other half they just doodled. Now, don"t make me puncture the other one, Reg. I just want to get some intel on this Beastmaster fellow. I mean, this is an occult shop, right? Like, your job is to help me.


SHOPKEEPER: I...don"t...know-
ANGELUS: Sure you do. Has a penchant for rains of fire, blotting out the sun, getting... inside.... your... head-

BEASTMASTER: Angelus!
ANGELUS: Hello, volume!
BEASTMASTER: I am not well pleased!
ANGELUS: I am not well deaf.
BEASTMASTER: Do you think me blind, little man? That I don"t see every move before you decide to make it? Dare to seek me out again, and your insolence will be punished ten-fold.


ANGELUS: Yeah, what"re you gonna do, huh? Give me a migraine? You ethereal types with your big, swinging omniscience.
When push comes to shove, though, you gotta send some overgrown slag-heap to do your dirty work. Ooh, that"s real spooky. Oh, that"s great! You made me lose my shopkeeper.



BEASTMASTER: This isn"t the way, my sweet. We should be friends, you and I.
ANGELUS: No, and I"ll tell you why. One, because, you know, I"m evil, so-the friends thing-that"s out. And two, if I did have any friends, they sure as hell wouldn"t be living inside my head.

BEASTMASTE: Like you"re forced to live inside Angel"s? Because you"re the voice in there, aren"t you? Just beneath the surface, buried under all that goodness, fully conscious, fully aware, but trapped. Unable to move or speak, powerless to act on your desires. So thirsty, so helpless...it must be agony.


ANGELUS: I"m getting real bored with this game.
BEASTMASTER: Then how "bout a round of show-and-tell? Soul, soul, who has your soul? Oh, right. Me.
ANGELUS: More smoke and mirrors?
BEASTMASTER: Only a glamour, yes, but I assure you, my sweet, this very moment I hold the real thing in the palms of my very corporeal hands, and I will restore it if you don"t behave. I"ll put you back in your box, Angelus, and bury you so far inside Angel, you"ll never claw your way out again.


ANGELUS: All right. What do you want me to do... master?
FRED: Do you really think he"ll come back?

GUNN: Measure twice, cut once.
FRED: Yeah, "cause this worked so well the first time.
GUNN: Not your fault.
FRED: I should have had him.
GUNN: Fred, you got out of it alive, so-
FRED: Because he let me. Why not? All the little mouse could do was squeak at him.

GUNN: Then next time Minnie"ll take a chunk out of his cheese.
Look, if you really think you did something wrong, don"t do it again. That simple.

FRED: Is it?
GUNN: Sometimes.
FRED: Don"t. All we ever do is turn away.

GUNN: Fred, I-
FRED: I know. Whatever Wes was feeling, whatever he thought might- I should have told him it was never gonna happen. You think I don"t know that?
GUNN: That"s not what I was gonna say.
FRED: But it"s what you think, isn"t it? I"m sorry.
GUNN: It"s not about that anymore. You know that.
FRED: All I know...is I miss you. Can"t we just go back before any of this. I just want to go back, Charles. I just wanna...


GUNN: I, uh... I should do a sweep.
FRED: Yeah.
DEMON: Come on. I bruise easy.

FAITH: Gee, I wonder what color you"ll be when I"m done.
DEMON: Ow!
WESLEY: Let"s not, shall we?
VAMPIRE A: It"s cool, dude. No worries.
DEMON: I don"t remember anything. I was drunk. I thought she was 18.
FAITH: I"m gonna work real hard on the not understanding that, lumpy.

DEMON: Frances. Ow!
VAMPIRE B: Break his head open. See if there"s any candy.
DEMON: Hey, what do I look like, a pinata?
FAITH: Ooh, let"s find out.
DEMON: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Ease off the contusion. What do you want to know?
WESLEY: Where"s Angelus?
DEMON: Who? Ow!
FAITH: We"ve been breathing stale beer and blood half the night in piss holes like this.

WESLEY: Guess where it led us.
DEMON: Look, I"m telling ya, I don"t know nothing. On my mother"s tumor. And even if I did, I"d never yak to a couple of fleshbags that are about to get their internal organs sucked out of their-

WESLEY: Strom demon. Face should grow back. Eventually.
FAITH: Think yours will?
DEMON: Oh, that Angelus. Yeah, in here all the time running his mouth. "Look at me, I"m so evil." Real jackass. Never liked him. I"m on your side.

WESLEY: Where is he?
DEMON: I don"t know. I swear. He was in here earlier giving us the blah blah blah, and then he started mumbling to himself like a big pretty freak, and then...he slipped into the back.

FAITH: Back where?
What the f-
You OK?
WESLEY: Dandy.
CORDELIA: You know, most teenagers check for pimples.
CONNOR: I"m not- I wasn"t-
CORDELIA: You tried to take him, didn"t you? You attacked Angelus inside the hotel and got spanked by the anti-demon spell?
CONNOR: I"m not a demon.
CORDELIA: I am. At least partly. Kind of a pre-req for the visions gig.

CONNOR: You chose that. It"s not the same.

CORDELIA: Why not?
CONNOR: I mean, why- Why do I- Cordy, I don"t even know what I am.
CORDELIA: I do. You"re a daddy. And daddies need to take responsibility, Connor. You need to face the fact that we"re special. Just like our baby"s gonna be.

CONNOR: I"m really gonna be a father.

CORDELIA: The best, and the only thing you ever have to worry about is keeping us safe. So, why don"t you go back downstairs and see what"s going on. I"d feel a lot better if I knew everything that was happening.



FAITH: Hey, I"m gonna get you out of here.
WESLEY: Faith...
FAITH: Can you walk?
DRUGGED GIRL: No, but I can fly.
FAITH: What did they do to her?
WESLEY: She did it to herself. They shoot up, the vampires feed, use "em like a filter. I"ve read the effects can be quite intoxicating...for both of them.

DRUGGED GIRL: Hey, you"re pretty. You wanna make out?
FAITH: There was a vampire in here earlier. Tall, dark hair- Listen!
DRUGGED GIRL: OK. God! What"s your issue?
FAITH: Tall, dark hair, talking to himself.

DRUGGED GIRL: Let go.
FAITH: Did you see him?
DRUGGED GIRL: No, I didn"t. Stop it, you"re hurting me!
FAITH: She doesn"t know anything.
WESLEY: Maybe not.
FAITH: What are you doing, Wes?
WESLEY: Shut up! The tracks on your arms-you"ve been here, what, two or three days straight? Answer me!
DRUGGED GIRL: Yeah, God, stop! Yes four-four days.
WESLEY: Then you must"ve seen the vampire we"re looking for.
DRUGGED GIRL: Angelus, I saw him. He, uh...
WESLEY: Where is he?
DRUGGED GIRL: I don"t know. I don"t know! Please stop!
WESLEY: They said he was talking to himself. What was he saying?
DRUGGED GIRL: I don"t know. It wa-It was like he was talking to someone else. It was all rain of fire a-and pulling strings and a soul. That"s all I heard. Please stop. It hurts.


FAITH: Have you totally lost it?
WESLEY: I avoided the main arteries. She"ll live, if that"s what you call this. Whatever"s controlling the Beast-it"s made contact with Angelus.
FAITH: So, what? Torturing humans part of the new makeover?
WESLEY: I did what I had to do because you couldn"t.
FAITH: I hit her.
WESLEY: You think that"s something new to her?
FAITH: You crossed it back there, Wes. What you did back there-
WESLEY: Oh, you have a problem with torture now? I seem to recall a time when you rather enjoyed it.
FAITH: Yeah, well, it"s not me anymore. You know that.
WESLEY: Nice to have this along, just in case. I remember what you did to me, Faith. The broken glass, the shallow cuts so I would remain conscious.

FAITH: You think I"d hurt you again?

WESLEY: This the part where you tell me you"ve turned a new leaf, found God, inner peace? We both know that isn"t true. You haven"t changed. You can"t.

FAITH: Wes...
WESLEY: Because you"re sick. You"ve always been sick. It goes right down to the roots rotting your soul. That"s why your friends turned on you in Sunnydale, why the Watchers" Council tried to kill you. No one trusts you, Faith. You"re a rabid dog who should"ve been put down years ago! See, that wasn"t so hard, was it? It"s what you"ll need to beat him.

FAITH: No.
WESLEY: You have to be willing to take it all the way, Faith.
FAITH: I can"t risk killing Angel. Not after what he"s done for me. There"s got to be another way.
LORNE: Oh, smacked in the noggin with a 2x4 wrapped in velvet. Yeah, that"s what it felt like.

FRED: I am so, so beyond sorry.
LORNE: Oh, go on. It"s the first good nap I"ve had since the apocalypse started. So what"d I miss?
GUNN: Angelus and his usual freak show.

LORNE: I see everybody still has their necks attached. The sanctuary spell must"ve done its thing?
GUNN: Yeah, it"s working.
LORNE: Hey, one for the good guys.
FRED: And take two away. I let Angelus walk with Lilah"s book and everything Wolfram and Hart suckered out of your brain.
LORNE: I was gonna have those framed.

GUNN: Vampire Moriarty strolls in waving the anti-mojo mojo. Anybody would"ve done the same.
LORNE: He had mojo?
FRED: Nojo. He waved this piece of junk in my face, and I went all spinal-paralysis.

LORNE: Put the blame stick down, peaches. Maury"s been peddling these to tourists since L.A. had cable cars, honey. It fools the Bermuda shorts off of "em every time.

GUNN: Maury?
CONNOR: You know where this guy is?
LORNE: Yeah, sure. He hangs his horns in a shop down on Olive. Why?
GUNN: Call Wes. Now.
FAITH: Even if he got the fake hoodoo from this Maury guy, why would he hang around?

WESLEY: He wouldn"t, but this Maury that Lorne knows may be able to help us find where Angelus is hiding.
ANGELUS: No... but I can.
A little birdie in my head told me you"d be here. Ooh. Exciting.
Gotta do better than that, Wes. Come on, I"ll give you one more. Strike three. Uh-oh. Vampire with a gun. I can see why he likes this thing. Wow.
You really have gone soft now, haven"t you? Hey, you remember that time you tried to get Angel to kill you because you felt all weepy over being such a bad little girl. Huh? Do you still feel that way? Do you still wanna die?



FAITH: No.
ANGELUS: What"s that?
FAITH: No.
ANGELUS: I can"t hear you.
FAITH: No!
ANGELUS: Too bad, because you"re gonna. But not like this.
Looks like we got a live one. For now. A little tired, sweetie? You wanna take a break? Now, this is disappointing. You never used to bleed so easy.

FAITH: Screw you.
ANGELUS: Maybe after. I like my girls to lie still. Hey, buddy, how"s it goin" in there? Good old Wes. Always count on him to tackle a bad situation and make it worse.

I mean, hey, look how you turned out. But then again, I guess he really didn"t have much to work with now.

FAITH: Save the head trip, GQ. Wes told me you"d try to get under my skin. Gave me just what I needed to scratch you out.

ANGELUS: Oh ho. Don"t tell me. The rousing stiff upper lip speech.
Rah rah. Good over evil. Do what must be done.
Hang in there, kitten, it"s almost Friday.
Is that what the scraggly little ponce armed you with to fight the big, bad boogey man?

FAITH: Yeah, and this.
ANGELUS: That hurt, baby. Kinda liked it. How "bout you? There"s my girl. I knew she was in there somewhere dying to come out and play again.

FAITH: Shut up.
ANGELUS: I know how it feels-forced to be someone you"re not. Hurts to the bone.
You try to bury the pain, but you can"t get the hole deep enough, can you? No matter how much you dig, it"s still there.

Broken shards stabbing every time you breathe, cutting you up inside. You know, there"s only one way to make the pain stop. Hurt someone else.

Come on, Faith, you"re not even trying. Or is that why you really came back, huh? Not enough to punish yourself in prison? Is that it?

Still looking for someone to help beat the bad out of you? You know what the funny part is, darling? I could beat you death, and it wouldn"t make a difference. Nothing will ever change who you are, Faith. You"re a murderer, an animal, and you enjoy it. Just like me.

FAITH: No! You"re wrong. I"m different now. I"m not like you.
ANGELUS: You will be.

The end
 
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