CORDELIA: It’s the city of dreams, a mystical oasis, built from the dessert. But even sunny blond LA has its trashy dark roots, and you’ve learned that the hard way, haven’t you? You’ve taken your problem to the police, they can’t help you, so you’ve come to us.

WESLEY: (entering) I think it’s about to speak.

CORDELIA: Nobody likes a smart-ass rogue demon hunter. What do you want, Wesley?

WESLEY: Just thought I’d pop round so we might compare battle plans from our respective fronts.

CORDELIA: (mocking) Oh, I thought you worked alone?

WESLEY: Well, even a solitary soldier, such as myself, recognizes that a free exchange of intelligence benefits the common struggle. - Also, I brought in your mail and newspaper.

CORDELIA: Oh, thanks. So what have you got?

WESLEY: Got?

CORDELIA: You wanted to compare skinnies on the current ‘evil happenings’.

WESLEY: Yes. Skinnies. Precisely. - Uh, right, well... Everything *seems* quiet.

CORDELIA: Okay. Well... thanks for stopping by.

WESLEY: And you? - How go things on your end of the good fight?

CORDELIA: I’ve been giving the hard sell to an empty chair. What do you think?

WESLEY: Quiet all around then. Well, I’ll keep myself available. The situation can only escalate. We made a most effective team, I felt. Vanquishing that empathy demon in such short order.

CORDELIA: Yeah, well, nobody gauged out my eyes, so I’m happy.

WESLEY: Yes, most effective. Your cryptic visions, Angel’s brawn, my *highly* developed powers of deduction rounding out...

CORDELIA: This isn’t our mail.

WESLEY: Sorry?

CORDELIA: See here? The dentist office - next door.

WESLEY: Oh, I see. I didn’t... realize...

CORDELIA: Something wrong? You stopped yammering.

WESLEY: I, ah, I suppose I should return these items to their proper owner.

(Wes exits, Angel enters)

ANGEL: Who were you talking to?

CORDELIA: Nobody. And Wesley. Uhm, so, you remember that license plate we got on that runaway case?

ANGEL: I remember you were going to follow up on it.

CORDELIA: No go. The DMV is totally stalker-phobic. And wow! You look half-dead. Which for someone, who’s completely dead, would be - kind of neat?

ANGEL: License plate, Cordelia.

CORDELIA: Right. I thought maybe you could have police woman run it for us on the Q.T.?

ANGEL: Kate.

CORDELIA: Are you sure you’re okay? I mean for a guy who’s 200 plus, you’re not usually... with the bags.

ANGEL: I’ll do this now.

CORDELIA: Hey...

ANGEL: (irritated) Look, I’m fine Cordelia. All right?

CORDELIA: All right.

(Angel walks out the door and right into a patch of sunlight. Jerks back, hissing with pain and turns back into the office.)

ANGEL: I’ll take the tunnels.

• Cordelia & Wesley

written by: Tim Minear; Originally transcribed by anonymous. Edited, formatted for this site and double-checked by me.. Full transcript at:
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