ANGEL: Put him on the couch.

FRED: My God. Look at his face.

ANGEL: Fred, any water in the fridge?

FRED: A few bottles, I think.

ANGEL: We're gonna need 'em.

LORNE: Some Chapstick wouldn't hurt, either, kitten.

CORDELIA: Angel--

ANGEL: (thinking) We...

GUNN: Glad you're having fun with this.

ANGEL: No. He kept saying we. This morning is was we have to go. Now, we're thirsty...

CORDELIA: Okay, so he's pretentious. Angel, we have to talk about my vision--

ANGEL: It can wait.

CORDELIA: No. It can't! You think The Powers beam me pretty pictures purely for my amusement?! It tells me when someone's in danger and this time that someone's you!

ANGEL: Oh, gee, I'm in danger. What else is new? Look, I want to deal with somebody else's problems for a change. I want to deal with Mr. Phillip Spivey of Inglewood... Who came to use this morning for help. He's the one we need to be concerned with. Not me. This has nothing to do with me.

SPIVEY: (standing, pointing at Angel) This is all your fault.

(he keels over, and shatters. cut to commercials and back)

ANGEL: My fault?

CORDELIA: That's what the Sandman said.

ANGEL: How is this my fault? I was trying to help him. What'd he go and say that for?

LORNE: He didn't...

(pointing to the sluk emerging from the Spivey Rubble)

LORNE:... That did.

(it scampers off)

GUNN: Okay, that was a thing.

FRED: Big ugly slug thing. Where'd it go?

GROO: It has vanished. Like the glass eels of the Krag Swamps in UxenBlarg. Just making an observation.

GUNN: So what the hell was it?

ANGEL: Don't look at me. I don't know what it is. Or what it has to do with me.

CORDELIA: Um, Angel...

(PULL UP HIGH on the ruined remains of Spivey and continue until we discover it's lying in the middle of the pentegram from Angel's dark ritual.)

written by: David Fury; Original transcript anonymous. Edited and formatted for this site by me.. Full transcript at:
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