(at the juicebar, Spivey looks drought-stricken, sunken cheeks, cracks in his face, etc)

KID: (terrified) Here. Key to the safe. Take it. just don't hurt me, dude. Don't--

(SPIVEY throws him away. THE KID lands next to the MANAGER's prone and bleeding body. He huddles into the corner, whimpering. Angel & Cordy enter)

CORDELIA: (mid-rant) ...one minutes you're standing there, all shocked looking, then -- whammo -- you're knocked across the--

ANGEL: Cordy, can we talk about it later? Working here.

KID: Look out! Dude's got Ebola or something--

GROO: This Ebola is a weapon? Forged in magic?

LORNE: Forged in monkey poo.

ANGEL: (to Spivey) Okay, pal. You wanna put down the Big Gulp, nice and easy, or--

(He hesitates as he recognizes him. Then, brightens.)

ANGEL: Hey. I know you.

GUNN: You do?

ANGEL: This is the guy that came into the office this morning.

GUNN: Didn't mention he was a mummy, man.

ANGEL: He's not. I mean, he wasn't. He's--

(Fred finds his wallet, reads)

FRED: Phillip J. Spivey. From Inglewood. According to his license.

SPIVEY: Mr. Spivey? Phil?

ANGEL: (cheerful) Hi. Remember me? We're just gonna take a walk to my office across the street and see if we can figure out what's what. Sound okay with you?

SPIVEY: We're thirsty!

(He raises the dispenser to hurl at Angel.)

ANGEL: I'll take that as a no.

(He clocks Spivey hard in the jaw, bringing him down.)

ANGEL: (happily) Okay, people. Looks like we got a case.

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