Angel: Sure this is a good idea?

Wes: We have plenty of petri dishes.

Angel: I meant--

Wes: I know what you meant.

Angel: You don’t have to do this all yourself?

Wes: Who else is there? We’re running out of people, Angel. We’re getting no further with Gunn.

Angel: I’m not leaving Gunn in a hell dimension. We’ll get him out. In the meantime I need you to let us help you with her.

Wes: She’s my responsibility.

Angel: She’s our responsibility and if she’s going to be here there are things that we should be doing. Testing her powers, studying her. She put a whole petri dish in her mouth?

Wes: Illyria can be. . . . difficult. Testing her might be hard without getting someone seriously hurt.

Angel: We’ll make Spike do it.

Wes: Good.

Angel: When was the last time you slept? You’re not her saviour. I need you here, working, not drinking yourself into a coma chasing ghosts. Fred’s dead, Wes. You’re still alive. Start acting like it.

Illyria: You break so easily. Why do you bother getting back up?

Spike: Right. We need to set some ground rules. First off, no more punching me in the face. Secondly, when I punch you in the face you tell me how you feel so I can write that down, on my clipboard. Third, no touching my clipboard. Fourth--

Illyria: I enjoy hurting you.

Spike: Well, we’re going to have to fix that cause I --

Wes: How goes it?

Illyria: I’ve been hitting the half-breed. He makes noise.

Spike: We’re off to a bit of a rough start. But don’t worry. I’ll break her.

Wes: She’s not a horse, Spike. You know this room is equipped with automated training devices. You don’t have to test her by just allowing her to pummel you.

Spike: We’re working on the basics. But don’t worry I’m writing it all down.

Wes: Ok, fine.

Illyria: You reek of frustration. It curls off of you like smoke.

Spike: Actually, luv, we call that Scotch. Twelve year Lagavulin, if I’m not mistaken. Good choice.

Wes: It’s nothing. I’m just, ah, I had a slight disagreement with Angel.

Spike: Ah, old broody-pants got you wound up, eh? Keep in mind he can’t get laid without maybe going crazy. Makes a funny.

Illyria: In my time a leader would punish your insolence with death.

Wes: We’re not being insolent, Illyria.

Spike: I am.

Wes: It’s just, ah, I don’t always understand Angel.

Illyria: Yet you follow him willingly. You’re loyal to him.

Wes: He’s earned it. I trust he knows what he’s doing.

Marcus: Let’s be clear about this. Things run differently now. I’m not a little girl. You and I won’t be making love on this couch any time soon. Now with that in mind, how can I help you?

Marcus: Oh, no I didn’t say that. I said the Senior Partners weren’t behind it. This isn’t an accident. Someone out there is trying to send you a message. And they’re using your son to do it.

Connor: Oh my God!

Angel: Connor, listen to me.

Connor: You almost broke that guy in half. That was awesome!

Angel: Your dad’s going to be fine. He’s in good hands. . . or claws, as the case may be. You know, they’re good doctors.

Connor: What were those things that attacked us?

Angel: Some kind of demons. We’re looking into it.

Connor: Is that what I am? Some kind of demon?

Angel: No.

Connor: Then what am I?

Angel: Best we can tell, you’re a healthy, well-adjusted kid. With, ah, enhanced abilities.

Connor: And you’re a vampire. So. . . demons, vampires, doctors with claws and I’m some sort of . . . superhero. . . . Ok.

Angel: You’re taking this pretty well.

Connor: What am I supposed to do? Complain? I just don’t know how to explain it to my parents. You got family?

Angel: No.

Connor: Right. Vampire. So what are you? Like 500 years old?

Angel: No, I’m ah-- Do I look 500?

Connor: Do you spend all your time making out with other vampires like in Anne Rice novels?

Angel: No. Well I used to, but. . .

Connor: Do you have a girlfriend at least?

Angel: Can’t afford to.

Connor: Must be lonely.

Angel: I keep busy.

Connor: Right. So, you guys, like fight crime and save the world here? That sorta stuff?

Angel: Well, that’s the idea.

Connor: Is everyone here a superhero? This place must be insane.

Angel: Most of the people here are paralegals and secretaries. Pretty boring really.

[Spike comes flying through some doors into the hall.]

Spike: You •filthy• harlot! I’m going to tear your neck out!

Angel: You want to meet some of my co-workers?

Connor: Ok.

Angel: Guys you wanna come here for a second.

Connor: What is she?

Angel: She’s ah. . . um, ah. Well to be honest I really don’t know, she’s some sorta ancient demon.

Connor: She have any powers?

Spike: Glad you asked. So far I’ve established that she can hit like a •Mack• truck, selectively alter the flow of time, and, uh, possibly talk to plants.

Illyria: I’d like to keep Spike as my pet.

Angel: Connor, this is Spike and Illyria. This is Connor.

Connor: Hi. Um, I like your outfit.

Illyria: Your body warms. This one is lusting after me.

Connor: Oh, No, I, um, ah, it’s just the outfit. I guess I’ve always had a thing for older women.

Angel: They were supposed to fix that.

Connor: What?

Angel: Nothing. Connor brought us a case, we’re looking into it. Just showing him around.

Lorne: Hey, kids. Ah, playing with the training room?

Connor: Whoa. This place is way better than college.

Lorne: Yeah, Ange, babe, uh, Wes is requesting your presence upstairs. A little demon info for your peepers.

Connor: It’s nice meeting you.

Angel: You’re in college?

Connor: Yeah.

Angel: Where at?

Connor: Stanford.

Angel: Really?

Wes: Kith’harn demons. In Los Angeles they’re the known henchmen of a warlock called Cyvus Vail.

Angel: What do we know about him?

Lorne: He’s powerful. Heads up a large demon empire. Has tendrils stretching throughout L.A.

Angel: ‘Tendril’ tendrils?

Lorne: Metaphoric tendrils.

Cyvus Vail: Did you kill all of my guards?

Angel: All the ones I could find.

Cyvus Vail: I should have given them the day off.

Cyvus Vail: So, you see our problem. I turned your son into a healthy boy and now I need you to turn him back into a killer.

Gunn: Please! Please! Please! I’ll do whatever you say. Please! No! No! Nooo!

Marcus: Sorry to interrupt. I’ll just need a minute. Do you know what this thing is? It’s a gibbet. Has he put you in it yet? Well he’ll get around to it. Eventually he gets around to everything down here. Mr. Gunn I’m Marcus Hamilton your new liaison to the Senior Partners. I have a proposition for you.

Gunn: Oh yeah?

Marcus: Yeah. It occurs to us that you might want to get out of here. We can help with that. You know I’ve been by your offices. . . seen your friends. Strange, there’s not much activity on the “Rescue Gunn” front. We’re not asking you for much, all we need you to do--

Gunn: Can I have my necklace back? Come on, Sparky, let’s go. This heart ain’t gonna cut itself out.

Marcus: Thank you for your time.

Gunn: No! No! No! Please! Please! No! No! Nooooo!

Illyria: You are so concerned with names, dates, time.

Wes: Reality is being changed.

Illyria: Define change. The world is as it is.

Wes: Not necessarily.

Illyria: You are a summation of recollections. Each change is simply a point of experience.

Wes: We are more than just memories.

Illyria: Yet Fred changed the moment her memory did.

Wes: Fred’s memories were changed?

Illyria: In places.

Wes: Can you see what they were before?

Illyria: No. They’re gone. Does this change your view of Fred? Is she still the person you thought she was?

Wes: No. None of us are.

Connor: See you later.

Angel: Listen, he’s going to talk to you. Don’t let him distract you.

Connor: I won’t.

Angel: Even if he’s on the ground do not take your eyes off him.

Connor: Ok.

Angel: Whatever you do don’t--

Connor: Dude, you’re starting to freak me out.

Angel: Right. Sorry.

Connor: Open sesame. Or whatever.

Sahjhan: Thank you, mortal, for releasing me from my cursed prison. In gratitude I grant you three wishes?

Connor: Really?

Sahjhan: Naaaah, I’m just messing with you.

Connor: ?Huh.

Sahjhan: I do appreciate it though. That urn wasn’t exactly a day at the spa. I owe you one.

Connor: Right. Well before you start trying to kiss me I should probably tell ya, you and I, we’re, ah, supposed to fight.

Sahjhan: Is that right?

Connor: Yeah.

Sahjhan: Now why would you want-- Ah. You’re him.

Connor: Yeah. I’m me. Hi. You can take a moment, if you want. There’s some weapons and stuff over here if you need them.

Sahjhan: Thanks.

Sahjhan: It’s been awhile since we’ve seen each other. How’d Qortoth work out for you?

Connor: Uh, worked out great, thanks for asking.

Sahjhan: You know I’ve had a long time to plan for this moment. I figured you’d be a lot more. . . . intimidating.

Connor: Yeah. Well. I figured I was going to Tony Roma’s with my folks tonight but, I’m here. Learn to cope.

Sahjhan: I’ll work on it.

Sahjhan: You know, I went to a lot of trouble to get rid of you. What a colossal waste of time that turned out to be.

Wes: You changed the world. 

Angel: Wes, what are you doing?

Wes: You sold us out to Wolfram & Hart.

Angel: Be careful.

Wes: Is this your thirty pieces of silver?

Angel: Wes, give me that.

Illyria: He doesn’t follow you any longer.

Sahjhan: Prophecies are turning out to be pretty overrated. I gotta tell you, kid, you’re making a good case for the whole concept of free will.

Wes: You changed the world.

Angel: He’s my son, Wesley. Connor’s my son.

Wes: Did you trade her? Did you trade Fred for your son?

Angel: What?

Wes: Everything that’s happened since we took over Wolfram & Hart. Everything that’s happened to . . . her. Did you know? Was Fred the price?

Angel: No. Wes, I can explain, just put that down.

Wes: Why are you so afraid of this? He said it would bring back the past, will it undo what you’ve done?

Angel: No. It won’t bring her back.

Wes: Let’s find out.

Angel: No. Please. You have to trust me.

Wes: I can’t. Not anymore.

Angel: Connor?

Connor: Whoa. You see that? I went all hardcore there for a second. The guy made me really cranky.

Angel: Are you ok?

Connor: Yeah. I guess. I really don’t like people touching my neck.

Angel: Connor. . .

Connor: Hey, can we get out of here? I’d like to go back. See my parents. This whole fighting thing, I’m not sure it’s for me.

Illyria: You betrayed Angel. You stole his son. He tried to kill you.

Wes: Yes.

Illyria: Are these the memories you needed back? Does this now make you Wesley?

Wes: At least I know what happened.

Illyria: Do you? There are two sets of memories. Those that happened and those that were fabricated. It’s hard to tell which is which.

Wes: You try to push reality out of your mind. Focus on the other memories. They were created for a reason.

Illyria: To hid from the truth?

Wes: To endure it.

Connor: I thought sunlight burned you up.

Angel: Huh. Special glass.

Connor: Cool. You should like, make a whole suit out of it. Like the Pope has.

Angel: How’s your Dad?

Connor: He’s fine. They’re releasing him now. I should warn you, he’s pretty pissed. I told him that you took me out demon fighting and, uh, almost got me killed. He wants to have a talk with you.

Angel: Alright, I’ll, uh--

Connor: I’m kidding! Man, you gotta lighten up. He thinks you spent the whole night doing tests. I told him I could bench press like a thousand pounds.

Angel: What are you going to tell him about who you are?

Connor: The truth, more or less. I’ll tell them that I’m different. Tell them it’s actually a good thing. I’ll tell them to stop worrying so much.

Angel: Well they’re parents.

Connor: I know. They’ll feel a lot better knowing you’re looking out for me.

Angel: We still haven’t found Vail, but we will.

Connor: I’m not too worried about him. Nothing he can show me that I haven’t already seen. Anyway, I just wanted to say good-bye. I gotta go back to my life now.

Angel: Oh, you really have to leave? Right now?

Connor: I kinda think I should. I need to take care of my parents. This isn’t their world. They really don’t feel safe here. You gotta do what you can to protect your family. I learned that from my father.