FRED: Can you not do that?

GUNN: (stops tapping) Oh, sorry, it helps me think.

FRED: I didn't mean to snap.

CORDELIA: I'm ready to crackle-pop myself. The last 24 haven't exactly been normal. We're all tired.

ANGEL: Wonder why.

LORNE: (sleeping on the couch beside Cordy, Angel brushes Lorne's leg as he walks by, startling him awake) Huh? Oh. Mmm. Just, uh, meditating on the problem. Yeah. Asking the inner Lorne for a little backup. Heh.

GUNN: We're assuming it's a big connect-the-dot that Connor and the devily guy have this alley in common, but isn't this alley right behind Caritas, or at least what's left of it?

LORNE: Yeah, that whole block is a big fat inter-dimensional happenin' hot spot.

CORDELIA: Except this thing didn't emerge from a portal so much as a pothole.

(A grim-faced Wesley walks through the front door, and the others turn to look.)

GUNN: Oh, good. More bad news.

FRED: (quietly to Gunn) Can you just try to get along? He was your friend.

GUNN: (quietly) Heavy on the was.

ANGEL: You know where it is. The Beast.

WESLEY: Inside Wolfram and Hart. And so is—

GUNN: Well, that answers a lot of questions. They're probably having a big sit-down, breaking bread.

WESLEY: It's killing everything that moves in there.

GUNN: I've heard worse news.

WESLEY: (to Angel) Your son is trapped inside.

ANGEL: What?

CORDELIA: Oh my God! Connor? Why would he be in there? I don't understand.

ANGEL: Lots of things I don't understand. We're going in after him.

WESLEY: Won't be easy. The building's locked tight. There's no way out.

ANGEL: But I bet there's a way in.

(...)

FRED: I mean, I know you run your own shop, but inside data on Wolfram and Hart—pretty amazing.

WESLEY: Yes, well, uh, part of the job. (walks away)

ANGEL: (to Fred) Flashlight?

FRED: Yes, please.

CORDELIA: (to Angel) It's gonna be fine, you know. Connor's a champion, like you. He's special.

ANGEL: Right. Like me. Special. (walks away) Somebody should stay here and mind the store.

LORNE: Me! Me me me. Sargeant Stay-At-Home, volunteering for duty, sir.

ANGEL: Gunn, Let's go.

GUNN: Angel, uh, assuming we can even get inside the evil empire, same big beastie's in there who spanked our asses six ways to Sunday. What's gonna be different this time?

ANGEL: What's different is we're not going for the monster, we're going for Connor.

GUNN: So, you phoned ahead so the big bad understand that?

ANGEL: Look, I don't know the answers. Don't even know most of the questions. But what I do know is that I have to go into Wolfram and Hart and find my son. Now as far as us versus the big bad's concerned, there's only one smart way to play it: You see it, you run like hell.

CORDELIA: (grabs a knife, follows Angel) Works for me. (Angel takes the knife from her and puts it back where she got it) Excuse me.

ANGEL: Stay here with Lorne.

CORDELIA: Uh-uh. Connor's in danger, and I—

ANGEL: Cordelia, I don't want you there. It's too dangerous. Way too dangerous. I can't risk it. (walks away) Fred, get a move on.

(Fred looks confused, but proud, to be considered tougher than Cordy in a fight)

LORNE: (waves) Happy hunting! (to Cordy) We'll, uh, stay here and keep the home fires burning. Bake some nice healing muffins, hm?

• Angel & Connor
• Cordelia & Angel
• Wesley & Gunn

written by: Jeffrey Bell; Original transcript by CariCranberry. Edited and formatted for this site by me.. Full transcript at:
http://www.buffyworld.com/angel/season4/transcripts/74_tran.php