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EMIL: It comes down to trust. There"s no Better Business Bureau for what we do. Customer complaints are dealt with through... killing, torture, beating... sometimes...fire.
We call it "word of mouth advertising."


WESLEY: If I"d known this was going to be a seminar, I"d have worn my name tag.
EMIL: Just want to make sure we know where we stand.
WESLEY: Right now you"re standing on the brink of my patience. I agreed to meet with your distributor, Emil, not your...muscle.

EMIL: What? Dante and Philip? They"re assistants. Here to make us more comfortable. Don"t think of them as "muscle."
Are you hungry? I could get Dante to fix you a fish sandwich of some sort.


WESLEY: This is a waste of time.
EMIL: Please, please.
My distributor is simply cautious. He"d like me to verify the merchandise before we move forward. Now...who is this?
WESLEY: My muscle.
FRED: What we"ve got here is a modification of the TS-113 Sniper Rifle. We"ve altered its targeting and firing mechanisms to fit the parameters you gave us. Scope works along amplified thermal wavelengths.

EMIL: God... You are making me so hot right now.
FRED: Wow. Turned on by a woman holding an enormous gun. What a surprise. We replaced the delivery system with a Bylantine energy charge, eliminating the need for conventional ammunition.
WESLEY: Wolfram & hart has 200 units ready now. We"ll begin making more once we receive payment.
EMIL: And your boss doesn"t mind selling this exciting weaponry to someone like me?

WESLEY: As long as it doesn"t show up in L.A. We choose our battles, Emil, and you sidestepped the issue of payment.
EMIL: You"ll get your money.
WESLEY: You"ll get nothing until I meet with your distributor. I"m not going through middlemen.
EMIL: Ah! Did you just refer to me as a "middleman"? You"re lucky Wolfram & Hart has such good word-of-mouth advertising.
There. Call this number. He"ll arrange everything.
To think, I used to sell this guy collapsible swords. Almost makes me-
You'll pay for this!
No one double-crosses me!
FRED: What hit that guy?
WESLEY: Not sure.
FRED: Yes, thank you, Wesley. I"d love a gun.

EMIL: I don"t want any...
WESLEY: Fred!
ANGEL: Fred?

Opening credits.

ANGEL: She could have been killed.
EVE: Medical"s optimistic. She should be up and about soon enough.
ANGEL: That"s not the point. What the hell was Fred doing there in the first place?
WESLEY: I needed someone who could explain the weapon convincingly.
ANGEL: Nobody else here knows how to explain a gun?
WESLEY: I needed someone who wouldn"t arouse Emil"s suspicion. Someone I could trust.
ANGEL: And so conveniently, the only person who could go with you was Fred.

WESLEY: What is that-
ANGEL: She shouldn"t have been there. It was a reckless decision.
WESLEY: Fred has more than proven herself in the field. There was no reason to think-

ANGEL: We found her bleeding to death on the ground.
From now on, you clear it with me before using any of my people.

WESLEY: Your people?
ANGEL: Got it?
EVE: Kinda hard on him, weren"t you?

ANGEL: She could have-
EVE: Been killed. So you said. I think you"re making too big a deal about this. And from what I understand, her wound wasn"t all that severe.
ANGEL: You weren"t there. You didn"t see her.
EVE: But she"s OK. And you"re still beating him up.
ANGEL: He can be careless.
EVE: Focuses too much on the big picture? Overlooks the people involved?

ANGEL: Something like that.
EVE: Willing to risk anything... or anyone... for the greater good. Look, hey... I"m just asking. Could it be there"s another reason you"re getting so mad at him about this?
Mmm... stealing your son, for instance?

ANGEL: We don"t talk about my son.
EVE: You don"t trust Wesley, do you? I mean, I can see that. He did turn Connor over to your sworn enemy.
ANGEL: He didn"t mean for that to happen. He thought he was doing the right thing.
EVE: And I guess it all worked out. Connor"s OK, you"re happy... Maybe Wesley knew what he was doing after all. Even if he doesn"t remember any of it.
ANGEL: That"s got nothing to do with-
I just want to be kept informed. That"s all.

EVE: Is it? Or are you worried about the next time Wesley betrays you trying to do "the right thing"?
FRED: They gave me the all clear.
WESLEY: I was just coming down to find you.

FRED: Though I do have to take a boatload of antibiotics. Apparently, there"s some concern about where that grappling hook"s been. Oh, we"re taking the cyborg apart in the lab right now. You should see how intricate it is. It"s like an M.C. Escher picture, but with wires and flesh instead of geese.

WESLEY: I"m sorry about what happened, Fred.
FRED: Are you kidding me? I feel bad because all I had to do was hide, and I couldn"t even do that right.

WESLEY: I should"ve done a better job protecting you.
FRED: What?
WESLEY: That didn"t come out...
FRED: Do you realize how patronizing that sounds? Protecting me?

WESLEY: I just meant you shouldn"t have been there in the first place.
FRED: That"s not for you to decide.
WESLEY: Yes, it is, actually. I made the call. I screwed up.
FRED: Listen to you. You"re blaming yourself because poor Fred got hurt. Stop trying to be all valiant. You"re coming off like a self-pitying child.

WESLEY: Hello, father.
FRED: Oh, yeah, that"s mature. Well, I wish I was your father. I"d tell you to grow up.

ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: It doesn"t work. I"ve tried.
WESLEY: What are you doing here?
FRED: You"re Wesley"s-
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: I see manners are still my son"s strong point.
Roger Wyndam-Price.
FRED: Oh. How do you do? Winifred Burkle. I-I didn"t realize you were- um, we were just-
I, um, have an employee that I have to belittle and to show him I"m in charge. I should let you two catch up. It was really nice to meet you. I"m sure I"ll see you again soon.


ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: The pleasure is mine.
"A self-pitying child." Imagine how humiliating that will be for her employee.
WESLEY: What are you- Is mom all right?
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: She"s fine. Sturdy as ever. No, you and I have business to discuss.
WESLEY: Business. Oh. Of course.
Please... sit down.
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: As you may well know, the watcher"s council was destroyed last year.
WESLEY: I heard.
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: The remaining former watchers, myself included, have decided to reform the council, and I"ve been sent to contact you.
WESLEY: Are you saying the council wants me to come back?
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: Not necessarily. Your name"s proven to be a point of contention. There is some who believe that your tenure as watcher ranks as our most embarrassing failure.
WESLEY: Really? I beat out everybody dying in an explosion as most embarrassing failure.

ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: Friends and colleagues lost their lives in that event, Wesley. A little respect.
WESLEY: Sorry.
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: The council have agreed to take you back, pending my assessment. I"m here to evaluate you.
WESLEY: I see. Well, I"ll save you the trouble. I"m not interested.
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: This is no time to be stubborn, boy. The council are giving you a chance to clear your name... our name.
WESLEY: Sorry you made the trip, but I"m perfectly happy where I am.


ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: Ha ha ha. Wolfram & Hart. So this is the haven of evil, is it?
WESLEY: Not anymore. This isn"t the Wolfram & Hart-
Oh! Sorry.
WOMAN: It"s OK. No problem.
WESLEY: Sorry.
You have the wrong idea about this place.

ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: Do I? The atrocities committed by Wolfram & Hart are quite well documented.
WESLEY: We"re working to change that. Under our control, this firm"s becoming a powerful weapon, one that I think can make a difference. Believe me. We take our work here very seriously.

LORNE: You"re killing me. If Louis Gossett, Jr. wants this foam party to happen, he"ll keep his mouth zipped tight. I"ve been working on this guest list all week. Yes, my entire week. I don"t care about Iron Eagle II, Van. Nobody did. Oh, no. Don"t tell him that.

Wesley Wyndam-Price, you should be ashamed. I didn"t know you had a younger brother.
WESLEY: Lorne. Yes. This is my father, Roger Wyndam-Price.
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: How do you do?
LORNE: A father? Well, I don"t believe it. Well, OK, I do believe it, but only "cause I heard you were in the building. Ha ha ha. Well, look at you. It"s like Winston Churchill and a young Richard Harris had a beautiful love child, which, according to my sources, may not be as ridiculous as it sounds.

WESLEY: Lorne runs our entertainment division.
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: Entertainment division. Well, I can see how that would be very useful in the fight against evil.
GUNN: You"d be amazed at how many horrible movies we"ve stopped.
WESLEY: Gunn, this is my father.
GUNN: It"s an honor. This place is buzzing about you. Better watch out. If you"re anything like your son here, we might put you to work.

ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: You might well be out of luck.
GUNN: Hey, listen, the lab called for you. They"re working on Robocop upstairs. Need your help.
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: Robocop?
WESLEY: We had an encounter with a cyborg last night while we were infiltrating a weapons ring. I should head up there.
Would you like to come along?
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: Yes... if I"m not in the way.
WESLEY: No, not at all.
FRED: We found cybernetics throughout the body, in most cases replacing entire organic systems.
ANGEL: Was it human?
FRED: We think so. The nervous system seems human at least, but the rest of the technology is so foreign to us. We can"t be sure of anything right now. This thing really blurs the line between human and robot.


SPIKE: Aha! So you"re not ruling out that a human being could"ve boffed a robot. Sex with robots is more common than most people think.
FRED: Um, the cybernetics require central processing to function, which means if we can crack its memory, we may find a record of everything it"s done till this point.


ANGEL: And maybe figure out who or what it wanted.
SPIKE: Hey! Did you-
Sorry.
FRED: Um, so far, we haven"t had much luck decoding the encryption.
KNOX: It seems to be a binary-based system, so we"ll get there eventually. We just have to find the right transform variable.

ANGEL: OK, I need you on this till we get some answers.

FRED: You got it.
EVE: Let us know if you need more resources.

WESLEY: Everyone, I"d like you to meet my father, Roger Wyndam-Price.
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: Hello.
SPIKE: Daddy, eh? I always thought Wesley was grown in some sort of greenhouse for dandies.
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: Spike.
SPIKE: You"ve heard of me?
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: No. We"ve met. 1963. My colleagues and I fell upon you slaughtering an orphanage in Vienna. Killed 2 of my men before you escaped.

SPIKE: Oh... how"ve you been?
ANGEL: I didn"t know your father was coming to visit, Wesley.
I"m Angel. Pleasure to meet you.
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: Do you really expect me to shake that?
ANGEL: I"m not real comfortable with hugging. No. I realize this may be somewhat of a horror show to you. But I hope you can keep an open mind. We really are doing good work here.




ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: So I"m told. Incessantly, in fact.
WESLEY: I heard we could be of some use.
FRED: Of course. Um, we were just going over the autopsy.
ANGEL: Fred, keep me posted.
FRED: Sure.
We found a series of symbols we haven"t been able to decipher.
WESLEY: Yes. Interesting.
KNOX: We"re reading trace radiation signatures, so we"ve been hesitant to crack it open.
FRED: Could be a bomb, some sort of self-destruct device.
KNOX: Let me help you with that. You shouldn"t...
FRED: Thanks. Anyway, we were wanting you to decipher it before we went digging around in there. Wesley handles this sort of stuff for us all the time. He"s a genius when it comes to languages.
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: Oh, the academy didn"t make him head boy for nothing.
Mind you, as I recall, the pickings were a bit slim that year.

WESLEY: The pattern indicates a Hellenic derivation. I"d say early Moracian, in fact. It"s a directive of some sort, a battle prayer... or a binding spell. The full text is obscured.
I"ll need to prepare some sort of effective counter spell-

ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: What did you just do?
WESLEY: Unless I"m very much mistaken, I"ve just activated the bomb.
KNOX: Do you see a trip mechanism?
WESLEY: You mean the one I just tripped? Get everyone out of here. We have to evacuate the entire building!
KNOX: Come on. Everybody out ofhere right now.
SPIKE: Wait. What the hell am I worried about?
FRED: Look for an incident device-a switch or a circuit breaker of some sort.

WESLEY: There"s nothing.
Fred, you have to get out of here. Get away from this building, as far as possible. We have no idea how powerful the blast could be.

FRED: What about you?
WESLEY: I"ll stay with the bomb, try to diffuse it. It could be our only-
What did you do?
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: These symbols were, in fact, Dutrovic in origin, not Moracian, as you surmised. When interpreted correctly, these symbols spell out the proper procedure for handling the cyborg"s power core, including this fail-safe, in case someone trips the self-destruct device. Quite simple really.



ANGEL: What happened?
SPIKE: I can explain. Apparently, when Percy here was younger, he used to be known as "head boy."
ANGEL: Yeah. I already knew that.
SPIKE: Right. I have nothing else to report.

WESLEY: I accidentally tripped the cyborg"s self-destruct mechanism.
FRED: Anyone could have made the mistake. Wesley was just trying to interpret some symbols for us.
WESLEY: Luckily, my father was there to correct my error.
ANGEL: Right. Your father. Where is he, anyway?
FRED: Well, Lorne"s keeping him entertained.
LORNE: So I am covered in cherries. The police are just pounding on the door, and Judi Dench starts screaming, "oh, that"s way too much to pay for a pair of pants!" Ha ha ha!

FRED: Come to think of it, that"s probably not the best idea. I"ll go rescue him.
SPIKE: I"m finished here, too. If you want, I can have someone type up the report about head boy.
ANGEL: Get out.
SPIKE: Suit yourself.
WESLEY: It was a stupid mistake.
ANGEL: Yeah, well, your father"s visit just rattled you.
WESLEY: I find it hard to think straight when he"s around.
ANGEL: Fathers and sons. That can be torture sometimes. Look, you should see this. Came from your department. Reports of assassins that sound a lot like our cyborg.

WESLEY: Hmm. Group of them took out a demon cabal in Jakarta. Another group destroyed the Tanmar Death Chamber. Sounds like they"re doing our work for us.

ANGEL: These are good guys?
WESLEY: I don"t know. I should reference this with the markings we found, find some clues as to their origin.
ANGEL: Get on it. If these guys are on our side, then somebody should tell them before they start trying to kill us again.

FRED: He was how old?
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: Ha ha. 6 or 7. He must have taken the scroll from my library.
Wesley, I was just telling Winifred about the time that I caught you with the resurrection spell.

WESLEY: Oh, right.
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: I couldn"t remember. Why were you doing that?
WESLEY: A bird had flown into my windowpane. I think I was trying to bring it back to life.
FRED: I can"t believe you could even read a resurrection spell at age 7.

ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: Oh, his mother thought he was quite the prodigy. Well, luckily, I caught him, or we"d have had zombie birds pecking out his little eyeballs.

WESLEY: I was hoping to enlist your expertise in some research.

ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: Oh, no. You"re not gonna try and blow me up again, are you?
WESLEY: Probably not.
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: Well, then, my expertise is yours.
Would you excuse us?
WESLEY: This way.
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: Thank you.
WESLEY: The Dutrovic markings suggest an eastern origin. There might be something in the Journals of Saitama.
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: That, uh... Winifred... she seemed to like you.
WESLEY: Yes, well, she"s a very special person.
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: So... do you think a lot of her? Does she know how you feel about her?
WESLEY: I"m really not going to discuss this with you.
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: What? Oh, you have a girlfriend already? Well, Wesley, how am I supposed to know these things?

WESLEY: For starters, you might have asked.
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: All right, well, I"m asking now. What a surprise. You"re being defensive.
WESLEY: You want to talk about me. All right. The last girl I was with I had to chop into little tiny pieces because a higher power saw fit to stab her in the neck.


ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: You don"t want to discuss it. Fine. But spare me the sarcasm. It"s too embarrassing.
WESLEY: I have work to do, father.
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: Look, all I"m saying is... if you like this girl, tell her. That"s all. No need for a tantrum.

WESLEY: The Saitama Codex.
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: What did you just do?
WESLEY: These are source books, uh, templates. Um, I use them to call forth material in our archives.
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: So, you can simply call forth anything as powerful as the Saitama Codex?
WESLEY: Yeah, the archive is extensive. We have, well, almost any text you can think of.

ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: Do you realize how dangerous these books are?
WESLEY: Well, in the wrong hands, of course.
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: Yes. Yes, of course. So, you have them displayed... open on a table.
WESLEY: The most powerful items in my department I keep secure in a vault.
I know what I"m doing, father.
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: Well, I hope your vault is a little safer than this room. Do you even have a lock on that door over there?

WESLEY: Gaining access to this building isn"t easy. Believe me, the books are safe where they are.
SPIKE: Not to sound self-absorbed, but you can"t seem to keep your eyes off me.

EVE: Now, why would that make you sound self-absorbed?
SPIKE: Don"t think I haven"t noticed. You"ve been very keen on what I"ve been doing lately.

EVE: How"s it going, by the way? You able to affect the world yet?

SPIKE: Does that scare you? Are you worried that ol" Spike might be bustin" loose of your shackles?
EVE: What are you talking about?
SPIKE: Save the innocent act. Your "here to help" cheerleader routine may work on Angel, but I see right through it. There"s more to you than you"re letting on.


EVE: Could say the same for you. Unless you really are happy to haunt around here for eternity.
SPIKE: Well, that"s the problem, isn"t it? Figure I"m trapped here for a reason... and you"re part of that reason. That amulet that did this to me-Wolfram & Hart gave it to Angel. Gotta assume they meant to make him a ghost, not me. So, why am I here? Why don"t they just let me go?


EVE: Who said the amulet was meant for Angel?
That"s odd.
SPIKE: I know what this is.
You"ll never take me to hell, Pavayne!
Oh. Well, that"s just something I say... when, uh... it gets dark.
ANGEL: What"s happening?
GUNN: We"ve lost power, communications.
ANGEL: All right, can somebody please shut off the-
That"s better.
GUNN: Not sure it is. I think that means we lost security, too.
SPIKE: Uh, something"s wrong with the elevator.
ANGEL: Get security online. I need to know if this is a false alarm.
GUNN: I"m thinking it"s not a false alarm.
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: Does this sort of thing happen very often around here?
WESLEY: We should-
Down!
Father!
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: What do you think you"re doing? I had attack priority.
WESLEY: We"re not fencing.
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: We still follow the basic rules.
WESLEY: There could be more of them in the building. We should get moving.
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: That thing went straight for the templates when he burst into the room. You can"t leave them like that.

WESLEY: Grab the books.
Elysium.
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: In my days we fought werewolves, vampires, the occasional swamp man. And now we have protohuman cybernetic chain fighters.

WESLEY: Yes, well, times are more complicated.
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: Yeah, I"m beginning to realize that. You handled that fellow... quite readily. At least you haven"t gone soft. What"s our next move?
WESLEY: Are you asking me what I think?

ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: Now, don"t look so shocked, boy.
WESLEY: Well, I think we should contact the others... um, find out to what extent-
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: Phase 1 complete. Begin Phase 2.
FRED: Oh! Mr. Wyndam-Price.
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: Winifred.
FRED: What are you- We need to get you to safety.
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: Now listen to me. Wesley"s department has monitored some sort of spatial disturbance on the roof. He"s gone to investigate. He asked me to tell Angel immediately.
FRED: He sent you by yourself?
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: I"m quite capable of taking care of myself. I just happen to be a bit lost.
FRED: Oh. OK. Come on.
WESLEY: Good. You can feel pain. Can you speak?
Let me help you with that.
CYBORG: Stop, stop.
WESLEY: Excellent. We"re making progress.
Let"s see if you have a sense of self-preservation.
What is my father doing? What did he take?
CYBORG: No. No.
WESLEY: Tell me or you"ll be destroyed.
CYBORG: You"re bluffing. The explosion will kill you as well.
WESLEY: Yes, I suppose it will. In fact, I"m guessing it will destroy this entire building, killing everyone, my father included, which would be one way to stop your plan.
SPIKE: Gunn!
GUNN: Spike... what are you-
SPIKE: Sorry. I have to concentrate.

GUNN: Come:
SPIKE: Shh. Don"t talk.
Yeah.
ANGEL: Thanks.
FRED: Angel, Wesley"s on the roof. He needs your help.
ANGEL: Hey, Gunn, go find out what"s happening with security. Fred, there are people down. Go see who"s injured.
I"ll go find Wes.
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: I"m coming with you.
ANGEL: Look, I don"t have time-
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: He"s my son.
SPIKE: Oh, uh, Eve"s stuck in the elevator.
GUNN: So tell maintenance.
SPIKE: Right. Well, where the bloody hell is maint-
Oh, to be honest, I don"t even care.
ANGEL: Wesley! Wes! Where"s Wesley?
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: Well, that"s just the thing. I"m sorry to have misled you, but this was never about Wesley.
Atistrata.
It is, by the way, a pleasure to meet you, too.

Don"t fight it. It"ll be easier for you.
Ready for extraction. We"re finished.
WESLEY: Not quite.
Hello, father.
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: Walk away from this, Wesley. You"ll never understand what we"re trying to do here.
WESLEY: You"re using the Staff of Devosynn to take Angel"s will, make him your slave. Your cyborgs panic a bit too easily.

ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: That creature is more dangerous to mankind than you realize.
WESLEY: You"re wrong about him. He"s not what you think.
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: He"s a puppet. He always has been. To the Powers That Be, to Wolfram & Hart. Now he"s ours.
WESLEY: You went to a lot of trouble to get this staff.
You had us attacked, you smuggled in a weapon...
...you brought in an army so you could escape. I don"t know why you"re doing all this, but did you ever once consider there might be another way? Did you ever once consider talking to me about it?

ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: No. You"ve failed me enough for one lifetime.
FRED: Wesley!
WESLEY: Fred... get out of here!
FRED: What the hell is going on?
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: You know what that vampire is and what he"s done, and you follow him anyway?
WESLEY: Maybe I know what I"m doing. Why can"t you trust that?
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: You disgrace yourself with the council, you join forces with him, and you have the nerve to ask me why I can"t trust you?
WESLEY: I"ve done everything you ever asked, and I"ve done it well.
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: I asked for this, hmm? I wanted to be humiliated?
WESLEY: No, I suppose I don"t know what you really wanted.
You never had any use for me as a child, and you can"t bear the thought of me as an adult. Tell me, father, what is it that galls you so, that I was never as good at the job as you... or that I just might be better?

ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: Oh, yes, this is Los Angeles. We have to talk about our feelings. Then maybe we"ll hug.
WESLEY: It"s doubtful.
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: Hand me that staff.
WESLEY: No.
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: Now, don"t make me shoot you.
WESLEY: Go ahead.
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: Do you know how powerful that thing is?
WESLEY: I don"t care.
ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: I will kill you for it. Please believe me.
WESLEY: Oh, I believe you. I was raised by you, after all.
But I drop this, the crystal shatters, and Angel is restored. So I reckon whether I live or die, your plan has failed.

ROGER WYNDAM-PRICE: I see. Well, then... maybe if it"s someone you care about-

WESLEY: How are you doing?
ANGEL: Well, you know that worst part about losing your free will?
WESLEY: Having no control over your body?
ANGEL: Well, there"s that and... you get really nauseous.
WESLEY: The effect should wear off before too long.
ANGEL: Any idea where these things came from? What they were trying to do with me?
Great. Like we don"t have enough to worry about. Now the good guys may be after us, too.

WESLEY: We have to assume we crossed some powerful forces when we took over this company.
ANGEL: They"re all trying to bring us down. The perception is that we"re weak.
WESLEY: No. The perception is I"m weak. That"s why they went for me.
ANGEL: They"re wrong. You do what you have to do to protect the people around you. To do what you know is right, regardless of the cost. You know, I never really understood that. You"re the guy who makes all the hard decisions, even if you have to make "em alone.


WESLEY: Right now I feel like the guy who shot his own father.

ANGEL: Well, it was just a robot with a fancy glamour.
WESLEY: That thing knew everything about me.
ANGEL: You know, if they had access to the Watchers Council"s old files, they"d have your background information, character assessments...
WESLEY: Psychological profiles. Everything they"d need.
ANGEL: Well, like I said... don"t beat yourself up. Oh... you know... I killed my actual dad. It was one of the first things I did when I became a vampire.

WESLEY: I hardly see how that"s the same situation.
ANGEL: Yeah. I didn"t really think that one through. You should get some rest.
WESLEY: So should you.
SPIKE: Heard what happened up top, offing your dad and all. Don"t know if you know this, but, uh... I killed my mum. Actually, I"d already killed her, and then she tried to shag me, so I had to-

WESLEY: Thank you. I"m...very comforted. Right.
If you"re here to tell me about how you killed your parents... perhaps it could wait for another time.

FRED: What? No. They"re fine.
It"s not like you killed your dad, either.

WESLEY: Right.
FRED: Part of you knew. Even if you can"t admit it to yourself, part of you knew it wasn"t him.
WESLEY: No. I was sure it was him. You were there. I killed my father.
FRED: He was threatening your friends.
WESLEY: He was threatening you. He pointed a gun at you, Fred... so I shot him.
FRED: Wesley...I...
KNOX: Hi.
Oh, sorry to... interrupt. I... but... Fred, you"re injured. I know we"re supposed to work ourselves to death and all, but I"m guessing that the firm isn"t enforcing that rule as strictly as it used to. And I thought I was gonna take you home.

FRED: Um, well, I... Wesley and I were just...
WESLEY: Go. You should go.
KNOX: About the arm...have you considered going bionic?
WESLEY: Hello, Mom, it"s me. No, everything"s fine. I was hoping to speak with Father, actually. Yes, all right. Hello, father, how are-
Oh, I didn"t realize it was so early there. I"ve had a bit of a-
Of course we have clocks in Los Angeles. Listen, I wanted to-
Nothing"s wrong. I just... wanted to call... and...see how you were.

The end

 
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