Angel (1999–2004): Season 3, Episode 17 - Forgiving - full transcript

[On Tape] YOU'VE REACHED WESLEY WYNDAM-PRYCE.
PLEASE LEAVE A MESSAGE AFTER THE TONE.

[Beeps] [Fred's Voice]
WESLEY? WESLEY, IT'S FRED.

PLEASE, IF YOU'RE THERE,
PICK UP. PLEASE. [Beeps]

WESLEY? WESLEY, IT'S FRED.

PLEASE, IF YOU'RE
THERE, PICK UP.

PLEASE. UH, FRED?

IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE.

HE WOULDN'T TAKE
ANGEL'S CHILD. HE DID.

- IT'S WESLEY. WHY WOULD HE DO THAT?
- WE FIND HIM, WE CAN ASK HIM.

IF ANGEL FINDS
HIM BEFORE WE DO...

HE'LL KILL HIM, AND WE
WON'T BE ABLE TO ASK HIM.



I THINK I SHOULD STAY HERE
IN CASE HE COMES BACK IN,

AND YOU'D BETTER GO FIND ANGEL
BEFORE... WESLEY'S NOT COMING BACK.

NO TOOTHBRUSH, NO RAZOR, NO
MOSSBERG 12-GAUGE HE KEPT IN THE CLOSET.

HE WOULDN'T BETRAY
US. HE WOULDN'T.

A-AND HE WOULDN'T LEAVE
WITHOUT SAYING SOMETHING TO ME,

NOT UNLESS HE HAD A
HELL OF AN URGENT REASON!

I DON'T THINK YOU'RE
GONNA FIND IT THERE.

WHERE ARE HIS DIARIES?
HE KEPT LOTS OF DIARIES.

THEY'RE NOT HERE AND
THEY WEREN'T AT THE OFFICE,

WHICH IS WHERE WE SHOULD BE GETTIN'
BACK TO, GET A HEADS-UP ON ANGEL.

WE GOTTA FIND HIS
DIARIES. WE GOTTA FIND HIM.

I THINK IF HE WAS ANSWERING HIS CELL PHONE,
HE WOULD HAVE THE FIRST 40 TIMES YOU CALLED.

YOU TELLING ME TO QUIT TRYING?

SORRY. DON'T BE.



KEEP TRYIN'.

[Phone Beeping]

COME ON, WESLEY. GIVE
US SOMETHING. [Ringing]

[Phone Ringing]

[Ringing Continues]

[Chains Rattling]

[Growling]

[Growling]

- WHAT ARE THEY DOING HERE?
- SO WE CAN CONTINUE TRAINING.

[Shrieking] NO MORE TRAINING
AND NO MORE PRACTICE.

FROM HERE OUT,

EVERYTHING IS REAL.

WHERE'S CAPTAIN HOLTZ?

HE ESCAPED...

WITH THE VAMPIRE'S CHILD.

AS HE AND I PLANNED.

CAPTAIN ASKED ME
TO PASS ON HIS PRAISE.

HE WANTED ME TO SAY THAT
YOU FOUGHT VALIANTLY...

AND WITH HONOR.

WHERE ARE THEY?
THE CAPTAIN AND...

GONE... FOR GOOD.

WHAT ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO?

HE CHARGED US TO FINISH
THE WORK HE STARTED.

WE'RE GOING TO KILL ANGELUS.

I JUST DON'T BELIEVE IT.

IT'S TRUE.

NO. IT CAN'T BE. THE
BABY'S NOT GONE.

I'M SORRY, SWEETIE, BUT HE IS.

NOT LIKE THAT.

NOT A PORTAL.

TH-TH-THERE'S PULLING
AND THERE'S NOISE...

AND THERE'S NOTHING TO
HOLD ONTO, NOTHING AT ALL.

BABY... HE MUST
HAVE BEEN SO SCARED.

SHH.

I KNOW.

THIS IS MAKING LESS
AND LESS SENSE.

YOU EXPECT US TO
BELIEVE THAT WESLEY,

OUR WESLEY, JUST WALKED UP TO
HOLTZ AND HANDED OVER CONNOR?

THEY'D BEEN MEETING SECRETLY. I READ
THAT MUCH BEFORE WESLEY ATTACKED ME.

THEN YOU READ HIM WRONG.

HE WAS NOT TAKING CONNOR
FOR A STROLL, CHARLES.

WHEN HE LEFT WITH THAT CHILD, HE
WASN'T PLANNING ON COMING BACK EVER.

GOD.

WHY?

I DON'T CARE WHY. ALL I CARE
ABOUT NOW IS GETTING MY SON BACK.

THEN I'LL DEAL WITH THOSE
RESPONSIBLE. THEY'LL ALL PAY.

INCLUDING WESLEY.

QUOR'TOTH DIMENSION.
EVER HEAR OF IT?

NO. THAT'S WHERE THE PORTAL
LED. THAT'S WHERE MY SON IS NOW.

QUOR'TOTH. FIND OUT
EVERYTHING YOU CAN ABOUT IT.

YES.

- WE'RE GOING THERE,
AREN'T WE?
- I AM.

YOU'RE NOT GOING ALONE. RIGHT.
WE'RE WITH YOU ALL THE WAY.

GOOD.

IT'S JUST... WHAT?

- DON'T WE NEED TO OPEN
ONE OF THOSE PORTALS FIRST?
- YEAH.

RIGHT. BUT THE LAST
TIME WE HAD TO DO THAT...

I MEAN, IT WASN'T ANY
OF US THAT KNEW HOW.

THE GUY THAT FIGURED IT OUT... ANGEL,
HOW ARE WE GONNA DO THIS WITHOUT...

- WE DON'T NEED HIM.
- WE DON'T?

NO. WE'RE GONNA FIND
THE SON OF A BITCH...

WHO OPENED UP THE
PORTAL IN THE FIRST PLACE.

HIS NAME'S SAHJHAN. SOME KIND
OF INTERDIMENSIONAL DEMON.

HE'S BEEN BEHIND ALL
THIS SINCE THE BEGINNING.

[Linwood] SO, SAHJHAN.

LINWOOD.

NOT MUCH OF A HANDSHAKE, WHAT
WITH BEING INCORPOREAL AND ALL.

YOU DIDN'T MENTION
THAT YOU'D MET.

AND WITH ANGEL TOO, APPARENTLY.

ALL BEHIND MY BACK.

IT WASN'T BEHIND YOUR BACK.

IT'S ALL RIGHT HERE IN MY
REPORT, WHICH I WAS MAKING SURE...

WOULD BE ON YOUR DESK
FIRST THING IN THE MORNING.

VERY CONSIDERATE
OF YOU. [Chuckling]

THAT ANGEL... HE SURE
KEEPS US HOPPIN', DOESN'T HE?

WE'RE IN A WAR YOU
CAN NEVER WIN, LILAH,

FULL OF STICKY MORAL QUANDARIES.

THE SIDE YOU CHOOSE...

SHOULD ALWAYS BE MINE.

IF IT'S ANY CONSOLATION, SIR, I DID
HAVE A GUN TO MY HEAD TONIGHT.

YES, I KNOW. I'M
SORRY THAT HAPPENED.

SO, SAHJHAN OPENED A
DOOR TO THE QUOR'TOTH,

AND IN WENT HOLTZ AND BABY?

THAT'S THE LONG AND SHORT OF IT.

I KNOW YOU MADE EVERY EFFORT
TO PRESERVE THAT BABY FOR US.

GUN AT MY HEAD.

STILL...

A BIG WIN FOR HOLTZ.

IF YOU CALL JUMPING INTO A
CESSPOOL HELL DIMENSION A WIN.

WELL,

CERTAINLY NOT FOR US.

I'M NOT FINDING ANYTHING ON SAHJHAN.
ARE YOU SURE THAT'S WHAT YOU HEARD?

I'M SURE. MAYBE YOU'RE
NOT SPELLING IT RIGHT.

I'VE TRIED EVERY PERMUTATION,
IN ENGLISH ANYWAY.

COULD BE IT'S A NICKNAME, WHICH
WOULD PROBABLY BE CROSS-REFERENCED...

UNDER PHISTO'S DICTIONARY OF
DEMONS AND DIMENSIONAL SPIRITS.

OKAY.

BUT IT'S IN GASHUNDI, AND
I DON'T READ GASHUNDI.

- HAVE YOU CHECKED THE FILES?
- THEY'RE IN ENGLISH.

CORDELIA'S FILING SYSTEM ISN'T.

I KNOW SHE WAS KEEPING SOME KIND OF
LIST OF TIME-SPACE AND SHIFTING ENTITIES.

SO IS THAT UNDER "TIME,"
"SPACE," "SHIFTING" OR "ENTITIES"?

JUST CHECK 'EM ALL.

IT'S MONDAY. WHAT
TIME IS IT IN MEXICO?

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
CALLING CORDELIA.

WHY? WHY?

I DON'T WANT TO RUIN
CORDELIA'S HOLIDAY. ANGEL.

DON'T YOU THINK SHE
WOULD WANT US TO CALL?

SHOULDN'T WE TELL HER WHAT
HAPPENED? MAYBE SHE COULD HELP.

NO.

ANGEL...

SHE'LL BE BACK SOON, AND WHEN SHE
DOES, SHE'LL HAVE PRESENTS FOR CONNOR.

AND HE'S GONNA BE HERE SO
SHE CAN GIVE THEM TO HIM, OKAY?

OKAY.

I'M SORRY.

NO.

THIS... THIS ISN'T WORKING.

FORGET ABOUT ALL
THIS. I GOTTA GO.

[Door Opens, Closes]

- DID HE JUST SAY
TO FORGET ABOUT ALL THIS?
- YEAH, HE DID.

YOU DON'T SUPPOSE
HE'S DECIDED...

TO SKIP RIGHT TO THE "DEALING WITH
THOSE RESPONSIBLE" PART, DO YOU?

- I THINK WE NEED
TO FIND WESLEY.
- YEAH.

[Bottles Rattling]
[Man Mumbling]

BRO. BRO.

ARE YOU ALIVE?

CAN YOU TALK?

MUGGERS. BASTARDS.

THEY... THEY LEAVE YOU ANY I.D.?

[Quiet Gasping]

THIS WASN'T NO MUGGIN'.

NOW, YOU-YOU...

YOU...

[Grunting]

HEY, I... I TALKED TO A COUPLE
OF DIFFERENT SOURCES,

LIKE YOU ASKED.

ANGEL, THE NEWS ISN'T GOOD.

THIS... THIS QUOR'TOTH
DIMENSION IS...

WELL, EVERYONE I
SPOKE TO IS AFRAID OF IT.

AND THESE ARE NOT EASILY RATTLED
PEOPLE, AND THAT'S... THAT'S NOT ALL.

THE PORTAL YOU SAW OPENED?

IT WASN'T A PORTAL BECAUSE
THERE ARE NO PORTALS TO QUOR'TOTH.

THE ONLY WAY IN IS TO RIP RIGHT
THROUGH THE FABRIC OF REALITY.

THIS ISN'T A MATTER OF FINDING
AN INTERDIMENSIONAL HOT SPOT...

OR CONJURING AN OPENING
WITH A SIMPLE INCANTATION.

TO PUNCH THROUGH TO QUOR'TOTH
WOULD REQUIRE DARK, DARK MAGICS,

THE KIND OF POWER IT
TAKES CENTURIES TO BUILD.

ANGEL, I KNOW THIS ISN'T EASY
FOR YOU, BUT YOU GOTTA HEAR IT.

IF YOU SOMEHOW MANAGE TO GET IN,

FINDING CONNOR WOULD BE LIKE
LOOKIN' FOR A NEEDLE IN A HAYSTACK...

THE SIZE OF CHINA.

NEEDLES. SHOULD'VE
THOUGHT OF THAT.

WE JUST DON'T HAVE THE RESOURCES
TO CONJURE UP THAT MUCH DARK POWER.

OH, I THINK WE DO.

ANGEL, WHO'S THIS?

LINWOOD MURROW,

DIVISION PRESIDENT OF SPECIAL
PROJECTS AT WOLFRAM AND HART.

AND YOU ARE?

UH, DEEPLY TROUBLED.

THEN YOU AND ANGEL
HAVE A LOT IN COMMON.

ABDUCTING AN EMPLOYEE
OF WOLFRAM AND HART.

THEN AGAIN, HE MIGHT BE TOO TROUBLED
TO CONSIDER THE CONSEQUENCES,

BECAUSE ONCE THE FIRM
FINDS OUT WHAT YOU'VE DONE...

THEY'D KILL YOU
BEFORE THEY'D KILL ME.

ANGEL, THIS ISN'T SOME SLIMY
DEMON YOU'VE GOT TRUSSED UP HERE.

HE'S A HUMAN.

MARGINALLY, BUT STILL, THIS
ISN'T GONNA BRING CONNOR BACK.

HE BETTER HOPE IT DOES.

DO YOU EVEN KNOW
WHAT YOU'RE DOING?

AT LAST COUNT, THE CHARGES WERE KIDNAPPING,
ASSAULT AND BATTERY AND ATTEMPTED...

[Crashing]

NONE OF WHICH I INTEND TO PRESS.

IN FACT,

LET'S NOT PRESS
ANYTHING, SHALL WE?

WANT TO FIND YOUR SON?

I CAN GUARANTEE YOU THAT THE FULL
FORCE AND FAITH OF WOLFRAM AND HART...

WILL BE AT YOUR DISPOSAL.

WHO IS SAHJHAN AND HOW
DO I GET MY HANDS ON HIM?

IF YOU'LL JUST HIT
THREE ON MY SPEED DIAL.

CELL PHONE IN MY JACKET POCKET.

[Sighs]

- [Beeps]
- [Ringing]

HELLO, LILAH.

I'M SENDING OVER A CLIENT, AND I
WANT YOU TO LISTEN VERY CAREFULLY...

BECAUSE I HAVE EXPLICIT
INSTRUCTIONS ON HOW TO DEAL WITH HIM.

GIVE HIM ANYTHING HE WANTS.

YOU SHOULD GET A YARD
DOG OR SOMETHING...

'CAUSE ANYBODY COULD
JUST WALK IN OFF THE STREET.

GETTING IN ISN'T THE HARD PART.

REALLY? IS THAT WHAT
HAPPENED TO WES?

YOU AND HOLTZ LURED HIM IN HERE,
THEN MADE SURE HE COULDN'T GET OUT?

HE'S A BIG BOY. HE KNEW
WHAT HE WAS DOING.

- SO WHERE IS HE NOW?
- WHY SHOULD I CARE?

- 'CAUSE I'M TELLING YOU TO.
- LET'S HAVE MORE VIOLENCE. IT'S SUCH A HELP.

WE LOST A CHILD. YOU LOST HOLTZ.

ISN'T THAT ENOUGH ALREADY? NO.

SO KILL EVERYBODY?
THAT'LL MAKE YOU HAPPY?

OH.

THERE IS NO HAPPY FOR YOU.

Y'ALL ARE LIVIN' IN HERE
TOGETHER, SHARIN' EVERYTHING,

EXCEPT TAKIN' OUT
THE TRASH, I GUESS.

I IMAGINE LOSING HOLTZ
IS LIKE LOSING A FATHER.

OR WORSE.

THE TRASH. I'LL
EXPLAIN THAT LATER.

I THINK IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO GO.

WE'RE NOT GOIN' ANYWHERE TILL
YOU TELL US WHAT HAPPENED TO WES.

YOU'RE HALF RIGHT...
ABOUT THE NOT-GOING PART.

NO!

WAIT!

GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE.

KIDNAPPING LINWOOD. YOU'RE
REALLY STEPPING UP TO IT.

THE WHITE ROOM. THEY
JUST DON'T TALK ABOUT IT.

GOD, THE WHITE ROOM.

I WAS HERE THREE YEARS
BEFORE I EVEN HEARD OF IT.

DID HE TELL YOU WHAT WAS
IN IT? ANSWERS... UP OR DOWN.

- UP.
- [Bell Dings]

DID HE TELL YOU
HOW TO GET THERE?

THERE WAS A GUY IN LITIGATION. HE
WENT TO THE WHITE ROOM IN SEPTEMBER.

HE'S IN AN ASYLUM NOW.

WOW. I SHOULD PROBABLY
HOLD ONTO THAT...

[Whirring Sound]

[Girl] HELLO.

ANGEL, LILAH.

YOUR FINGERNAILS ARE PRETTY.

I LOVE RED.

YOU HAVE A TASTE FOR
RED TOO... AND REVENGE.

I KNOW. IT'S SO MUCH MORE
FUN THAN FORGIVENESS.

- SO WHAT'S UP?
- DEMON NAMED SAHJHAN
HAS TAKEN MY SON.

OH, DO YOU WANT
YOUR LITTLE BABY BACK?

BABY'S GONE. YOU WANT SAHJHAN.

NOWADAYS YOU CAN
WALK RIGHT THROUGH HIM.

BUT IN THE PAST, THEY
WERE SOMETHING ELSE.

[Screams]

THEY WERE ALL ABOUT TORTURE
AND DEATH. YOU CAN RELATE.

WELL, THEY CAUSED
A LOT OF TROUBLE.

DON'T GET ME
WRONG. I LIKE TROUBLE.

BUT I HATE CHAOS,
SO WE CHANGED 'EM.

YOU MADE THEM IMMATERIAL.

SMART BOY.

[Yelling]

NOW THEY WATCH,

AND THEY CAN NO LONGER TOUCH.

HOW DO YOU CAPTURE THEM?
WELL, THERE'S YOUR SPECIAL URN.

[Chanting In Latin]

[Girl] THEY'RE EXPENSIVE
AND HARD TO COME BY.

[Chanting Continues]

BUT YOU DON'T WANT
HIS ESSENCE IN A JAR.

YOU WANT SOMEONE YOU
CAN SINK YOUR TEETH INTO.

YOU KNOW THESE THINGS
ALWAYS COME WITH A PRICE.

KILL HER.

[Giggles] THAT'S GOOD FOR NOW.

[Sighs, Grunts]

I CAN SEE WHY THEY RESPECT YOU.

NOW, AS TO YOUR
DEMON MADE FLESH,

IT'S A BIG RITUAL... ALL HERE.

CAN'T WAIT TO SEE
HOW IT TURNS OUT.

[Sirens Wailing]

OKAY, THROW ME AWAY.

YOU WANT ME TO PUT
YOU IN THE TRASH?

EITHER WESLEY TOOK THE
DIARIES WITH HIM OR HE TOSSED 'EM.

WE'RE LUCKY WE GOT HERE
WHILE IT'S STILL FULL. YEAH.

[Squeals, Grunts]

OH!

GOD, SOMEBODY ATE THAT?

- ANY LUCK?
- YES.

[Sighs] YOU GETTING ANYWHERE?

WELL, HE WAS METICULOUS.

HE KEPT SEPARATE DIARIES
FOR ALL THE MAJOR PLAYERS...

DARLA, CONNOR, ANGEL.

AND HE'S FRIGHTENED.

WHAT'S HE FRIGHTENED OF?

I'M NOT SURE YET.

IMPENDING DOOM SORT OF
THING IN THE LATER ENTRIES.

SOME BIG PROPHECY HE
WAS TRYING TO REPUDIATE.

IT SAYS HERE, "IT
CAN'T BE COMING.

IT CAN'T BE TRUE." THAT'S DOOMY.

SO I GUESS WHAT WE'RE
LOOKING FOR IS THIS PROPHECY.

I JUST DON'T KNOW
WHERE WE'RE GONNA... I DO.

"THE FATHER WILL KILL THE SON."

- WES THOUGHT ANGEL...
- WAS GOING TO KILL CONNOR.

YES. [Laughs]

THAT'S THE PROPHECY.

WESLEY COULDN'T ACCEPT IT,
AND HE KEPT TRYING TO DISPROVE IT,

BUT THE TEXT AND COMMENTARIES...
EVERYWHERE HE TURNED...

KEPT BRINGING HIM
BACK TO THE SAME PLACE.

OH! THIS IS GREAT. [Laughs]

- I TOLD YOU HE HAD A REASON
FOR TAKING CONNOR.
- YEAH.

WES DID THE RIGHT THING,

THE ONLY THING HE COULD
DO UNDER THE CIRCUMSTANCES.

NOW WE HAVE TO FIND ANGEL
AND TELL HIM RIGHT AWAY.

AND HE'LL FORGIVE WESLEY
FOR TAKING HIS SON...

AND GIVING HIM TO
HIS MORTAL ENEMY?

WELL, MAYBE BEGIN TO FORGIVE.

ANGEL, PLEASE DO
NOT DO THIS THING.

WE'LL FIND SOME OTHER
WAY. THERE IS NO OTHER WAY.

YOU KNOW, NOT SPEAKING WOULD
BE A REALLY GOOD LOOK FOR YOU.

HOW'S THAT? THAT
LOOKS ABOUT RIGHT.

WHAT'S NEXT?

NEXT IS WE RECONSIDER THIS. YOU'RE MESSING
WITH PRIMORDIAL POWERS OF DARKNESS HERE.

[Angel] NEXT.

BUDDY, IS THIS REALLY HOW YOU
WANNA GET CONNOR BACK? WHAT'S NEXT?

HUMAN BLOOD.

[Sighs]

CORPUS GRANOK SAHJHAN DEMONICUS.

[Wind Howling, Thunderclap]

WHERE IS HE?

HUH? [Ax Hits Floor]

WHERE IS HE?

WHAT THE...

[Tires Screeching]

[Panting]

[Loud Crashing]

HEY! [Screams]

NOW THIS IS MORE LIKE IT.

[Pounding Sound]

LILAH, DO SOMETHING!

ANGEL, KILLING THIS CREEP ISN'T GONNA
SOLVE ANYTHING. YOU DON'T WANT TO DO THIS.

- THAT'S WHERE YOU'RE WRONG.
- WE HAD A DEAL. I GAVE YOU
EVERYTHING YOU ASKED FOR!

WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT
FROM ME? I WANT MY SON BACK.

- LILAH!
- HEY, WHOA. FLAG ON THE PLAY.

THE FIRM'S TECH TEAM REGISTERED A SEVERE
BIO-PLASMIC DISTURBANCE AT TABER AND NATIONAL...

AT THE SAME TIME AS
THE SPELL. SAHJHAN?

WHATEVER IT WAS FLIPPED A
TWO-TON TRUCK LIKE A TONKA TOY.

[Gasping]

WE NEED TO TALK. NOT NOW.

FRED! THERE'S SOMETHING
YOU NEED TO KNOW BEFORE...

THE FATHER WILL KILL THE SON!

THERE'S A PROPHECY
IN THE NYAZIAN SCROLLS.

WESLEY CHECKED THE
TRANSLATIONS, THE COMMENTARIES.

HE EVEN WENT TO THE MYSTIC
ORACLES, BUT HE COULDN'T DISPROVE IT.

THEY'D ALREADY FED YOU CONNOR'S BLOOD. YOU
SAID IT YOURSELF... HE SMELLED LIKE FOOD.

WESLEY WAS TRYING
TO PROTECT CONNOR.

HE WAS TRYING TO PROTECT YOU,
SAME AS WE'RE DOING RIGHT NOW.

- ANGEL, THE PROPHECY...
- IT'S A LIE. I'D NEVER HURT CONNOR.

HOW CAN YOU KNOW THAT FOR SURE?

I'D NEVER HURT
SOMEONE I CARE ABOUT.

NOW MOVE.

WE HAVE TO GO
AFTER HIM. WE CAN'T.

HE LAYS A FINGER ON YOU,
I'LL HAVE TO KILL HIM MYSELF.

[Linwood Panting]

WHAT ARE THEY DOING HERE?

THERE WAS KIDNAPPING,
A SPELL. DARK MAGIC.

IT'S BAD, KIDS.

- HE'S GONNA PAY FOR THIS.
- REALLY BAD.

DON'T RUN OFF NOW.
THE FUN'S JUST STARTING.

I'M NOT YOUR BOYFRIEND. FIND
SOMEBODY ELSE TO SMACK YOU AROUND.

[Grunts]

IT DOES MATTER. IT HAS TO
MATTER! HE'S NOT THINKING ABOUT...

- WHAT THE HELL?
- [All Groaning]

COME ON.

[Car Door Closes] [Grunting]

[Car Engine Starts]

GET IN THE BACK! IN THE BACK!

[Fred] IT'S HER. [Gunn] YEAH,
IN WESLEY'S CAR. LET'S GO.

[Chattering, Indistinct]

[Angel] YOU ALL RIGHT? I TRIED
TO STOP. IT'S ALL MY FAULT.

HEY, WHAT'S YOUR
NAME? UM, AL STOKELY.

IT'S NOT EVEN MY TRUCK.

[Angel] AL, UH, YOU WANT TO
TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED HERE?

UH... I-I HIT...

OH, GOD. I-I HIT A GUY.

A MAN. THIS MAN YOU
HIT... WHERE IS HE?

I DON'T KNOW. TH-THERE'S NO
WAY HE COULD'VE GOTTEN UP.

OH, GOD. THOSE POOR PEOPLE.

[Siren Wailing]

- YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG.
- IT'S ALL MY FAULT.

NO.

NO, IT ISN'T.

I KNEW YOU WERE MEANT FOR THIS.

[Sighs, Whimpers]

[Gate Clattering]

- WHERE'S WES?
- HE'S NOT COMING BACK.

- WHAT?
- IT WAS ALL LIES.

EVERY BIT OF IT.

ALL HE WANTED WAS
THAT KID, TO PUNISH ANGEL.

HE NEVER CARED
ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE.

I'M TALKIN' ABOUT WESLEY.
HIS CAR'S PARKED UP TOP HERE.

YOU OBVIOUSLY TOOK IT
FROM HIM. WHERE IS HE?

- WE JUST WANNA
HEAR HIS SIDE.
- HIS SIDE?

HIS SIDE'S KINDA FUNNY.

HE SACRIFICED EVERYTHING
HE BELIEVED IN TO SAVE THAT KID.

BY HELPING HOLTZ
TAKE HIM TO HELL?

I'D LIKE TO HEAR IT FROM
THE HORSE'S MOUTH.

- YOUR FRIEND'S INNOCENT.
- IS HE ALIVE?

WHERE IS HE? WILL
YOU JUST TELL US?

HEAVEN. HELL.

I SLIT HIS THROAT.

- STAY DOWN!
- UM... NO.

[Panting]

[Groans]

I TRUSTED THE WRONG MAN.

YOU'RE GONNA TAKE US TO
HIM, AND HE BETTER BE ALIVE!

YOU CALL THAT A FIGHT?

LET ME SHOW YOU
HOW WE USED TO DO IT.

SO, MY HOME,

UNINVITED GUESTS.

THIS CAN'T END WELL.

THIS IS THE GUY, RIGHT? UH-HUH.

HI, JUSTINE. I REMEMBER YOU.

ONE OF HOLTZ'S GROUPIES.

TRIED TO CUT OFF MY HEAD.

CAN'T TELL YOU HOW
MUCH I MISSED DOING THAT.

I ALSO MISSED
GRAVITY, FRICTION...

AND SMASHING THINGS TO PIECES.

- LET'S START
WITH YOUR SKULLS.
- OR YOURS.

[Sahjhan] ANGEL.

I'M GUESSING I HAVE YOU TO THANK
FOR THE WHOLE MORTAL COIL THING.

YEAH.

I'LL TELL YOU WHAT.

YOU TAKE ME TO THE QUOR'TOTH WORLD,
HELP ME FIND MY SON, WE'LL CALL IT EVEN.

REALLY? YOU AND ME?

BUDDY COPS, SUMMER RELEASE.

WE IRON OUT OUR WACKY
DIFFERENCES AND BOND.

- DON'T THINK SO.
- YOU'RE TAKING ME THERE.

- COULDN'T,
EVEN IF I WANTED TO.
- YOU'RE LYING.

NO. THAT I'M TELLING
THE TRUTH ABOUT.

YOUR KID'S GONE FOR GOOD.

I CAN OPEN THE QUOR'TOTH EXACTLY
ONE TIME. THAT'S WHY I CHOSE IT.

TRY AGAIN, WHOLE UNIVERSE
COULD GO KAPLOOEY.

BAD FOR ME, BAD FOR AMERICA.

- SO WHAT ARE YOU LYING ABOUT?
- OH, WELL.

I DON'T LIKE TO BRAG, BUT READ
ANY GOOD PROPHECIES LATELY?

- YOU WROTE THE PROPHECIES.
- MORE A REWRITE.

"THE FATHER WILL KILL THE SON."

YEAH. I FLITTED BACK
AND FORTH IN TIME,

CHANGED THE ONE THAT THREATENED
ME, POLISHED SOME OTHERS.

FLITTED IN A MANLY WAY,
JUST SO WE'RE CLEAR.

YOU'RE NOT REALLY MY ENEMY.

YOU'RE IN MY HOME, AND I'M GONNA KICK
YOUR ASS, BUT YOU WERE NEVER THE POINT.

IT WAS CONNOR.

BOY, CAN'T PUT ONE OVER ON YOU,
CAN YOU? OH, WAIT. ALREADY DID.

IT'S PRETTY FREAKY THE FIRST TIME
YOU SEE YOUR NAME IN A TRUE PROPHECY,

ALL CARVED IN BLOOD
ON AN OFFICIAL SCROLL.

"THE ONE SIRED BY THE VAMPIRE
WITH A SOUL SHALL GROW TO MANHOOD...

AND KILL SAHJHAN"... ME!

SO YOU PLANTED FALSE PROPHECIES
THAT ANGEL WOULD KILL HIS SON,

AND WESLEY BELIEVED 'EM.

THANK GOD HE HAD SOME
SPINE. HOLTZ WAS USELESS.

HE WANTED TO RAISE
YOUR KID AS HIS OWN.

I'M LIVIN' WITH A KNIFE OVER MY HEART FOR
1,100 YEARS, AND HE'S INTO PETTY REVENGE.

IF HE'D KILLED THE THING WHILE IT WAS STILL
IN ITS MOTHER, WE COULD'VE AVOIDED ALL THIS!

[Growling]

DO I LOOK LIKE I NEED
MORE SKIN PROBLEMS?

[Angel] FRED!

[Grunts]

I HAD TO PUT YOUR
BOY DOWN. PITY.

KID HAD A BIG FUTURE.

I MEAN, BIG. OH, WELL.

WE ALL GOTTA GO SOMETIME.

NO. NO! DON'T DO THAT!

NO!

HOLTZ LEFT IT.

WHAT ABOUT WESLEY?

THE PARK NEXT TO HIS PLACE.
THAT'S WHERE I LEFT HIM.

MAYBE SHE WAS
LYING. NO, HE WAS HERE.

HOW CAN YOU... RIGHT. THE BLOOD.

WE SHOULD GET
GOING. SUN'S COMIN' UP.

HE CAN'T BE DEAD.

WE'LL KEEP LOOKING.

LORNE'S BEEN CALLING
HOSPITALS ALL NIGHT.

NEED TO GET YOU INDOORS, MAN.

WE'LL FIND HIM.

HEY, I, UH, I CLEANED THE
PENTAGRAM AS BEST I COULD.

THE DRIED BLOOD... WELL, THAT'S
STARTING TO BE A LOOK OUT THERE.

- THANKS.
- YEAH, WELL, YOU KNOW ME. LIKE TO KEEP BUSY.

IT'S NOT RIGHT.

ALL I COULD THINK ABOUT WAS
JUST GETTIN' MY HANDS ON SAHJHAN.

- FRED AND GUNN
TRIED TO KEEP ME FROM...
- GOING TOO FAR?

- I NEARLY GOT THEM KILLED.
- YEAH, YOU DID.

I'M GLAD IT DIDN'T
WORK OUT THAT WAY.

YOU THINK WESLEY IS...

I DON'T KNOW.

I HOPE FOR THE BEST.

YOU KNOW, THERE'S A
BIGGER PICTURE HERE, ANGEL.

AND IN THAT BIGGER
PICTURE, THERE'S A GLASS.

IF THE WORDS "GLASS IS HALF FULL" ARE
ABOUT TO COME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH, DON'T.

NO. NO, THIS IS MORE A GLASS
HALF FULL OF SPIKED BLOOD.

IF SAHJHAN AND THAT LADY LAWYER
HAD PULLED OFF THEIR FEEDING PLAN,

YOU'D HAVE CONNOR'S
BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS.

DON'T I ANYWAY? NO.

YOU THINK THERE'S SOMETHING
MORE YOU COULD HAVE DONE?

YOU DID EVERYTHING YOU COULD
WITH THE KNOWLEDGE YOU HAD,

JUST LIKE WESLEY.

MAYBE THE WAY TO START FORGIVING
YOURSELF IS BY STARTING TO FORGIVE HIM.

[Phone Rings]

[Rings]

ANGEL INVESTIGA... HEY, FRED.

YEAH. THEY DID?
AND? OKAY, WHERE?

UH-HUH. HE'S RIGHT
HERE. I'LL TELL HIM.

OKAY, THANKS.

THEY FOUND WESLEY.

HEY. IT'S GOOD YOU CAME, MAN.

[Sighs] HE ASK FOR ME?

UH, HE CAN'T SPEAK YET.
TRACHEA'S ALL MESSED UP.

LOST A LOT OF BLOOD.
IT'S JUST GOOD YOU CAME.

HE'S NOT COMPLETELY
OUT OF THE WOODS YET.

YOU BEING HERE CAN ONLY HELP.

CAN I SEE HIM?

I'M SURE HE'D LIKE THAT.

[Sighs]

HEY, WES.

I JUST...

I WANT YOU TO KNOW I
UNDERSTAND WHY YOU DID IT.

I KNOW ABOUT THE
PROPHECIES, AND...

I KNOW HOW HARD IT MUST
HAVE BEEN FOR YOU TO...

DO WHAT YOU DID.

YOU THOUGHT I WAS GONNA
TURN EVIL AND KILL MY SON.

I DIDN'T.

IT'S IMPORTANT YOU KNOW THAT.

THIS ISN'T ANGELUS
TALKING. IT'S ME, ANGEL.

YOU KNOW THAT, RIGHT?

GOOD.

SON OF A BITCH! YOU'RE
GONNA PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID!

YOU TOOK MY SON! YOU
SON OF A BITCH! YOU BASTARD!

[Fast Beeping, Alarm Buzzing]
[Woman On P.A.] CODE BLUE, 319.

CODE BLUE, 319. GO! DOWN THERE!

YOU THINK I FORGIVE YOU? NEVER!
YOU'RE GONNA DIE! YOU HEAR ME?

YOU'RE GONNA PAY!

HEY!

YOU TOOK MY SON!
YOU TOOK MY SON!

STOP IT! YOU TOOK MY SON!

[Gunn] ANGEL,
STOP! NEVER! NEVER!

I'LL KILL YOU! YOU'RE
DEAD! COME ON, MAN! STOP!

YOU'RE A DEAD MAN,
PRYCE! YOU'RE DEAD! [Gasping]

I'LL KILL YOU! I'LL KILL YOU!
YOU'RE A DEAD MAN! DEAD!

DEAD!

GRR! ARRGH!

[Man] THANK YOU.
THANK YOU VERY MUCH.