LINDSEY: I need your help.

ANGEL: What do you mean?

LINDSEY: I want out.

LINDSEY: You probably think this is some kind of trick.

ANGEL: Are you afraid of me, Lindsey? You think maybe I might kill you?

LINDSEY: No.

ANGEL: I'm smelling a whole lot of fear -- big, stinky, mortal terror. So, no, I don't think this is a trick -- I think it's a big joke.

LINDSEY: Hey, I don't want to be here anymore than you want to see me. I don't have a choice.

ANGEL: You always have a choice. I mean, you sold your soul for a fifth-floor office and a company car.

LINDSEY: You think you've got me all figured out? You think you know everything about me?

ANGEL: Everything I need to know.

LINDSEY: What was your father? He was a merchant, right? Linen and silk? Did pretty well? Had a couple of servants until you killed them?

ANGEL: Just the one.

LINDSEY: Well, our files aren't 100 percent, but I guess it's fair to say that you've never seen anything like real poverty. I'm talking dirt poor -- no shoes, no toilet. Six of us kids in a room, and come flu season it went down to four. I was seven when they took the house. They just came right in and took it. And my daddy's being nice, you know? Joking with the bastards while he signs the deed. So, yeah, so we had a choice. Either you got stepped on or you got to steppin', and I swore to myself that I was not going to be the guy standing there with the stupid grin on my face, while my life got dribbled out.

ANGEL: I'm sorry. I nodded off. Did you get to the part where you're evil?

LINDSEY: I found out about a job. The blind woman, Vanessa Brewer. Your friend from court.

ANGEL: That you got off.

LINDSEY: There's a new contract.

ANGEL: Why don't we just save the lawyer talk?

LINDSEY: She's gonna kill some kids. I've worked some pretty hairy deals, comes with the turf, but this --

ANGEL: What do you know?

LINDSEY: Almost nothing. Some kids from overseas, job's in a couple of days.

ANGEL: I need more.

LINDSEY: There's some files. They'd be at the firm, probably in the vault.

ANGEL: Then I'll guess you'll get them out.

LINDSEY: I can't go back in there. Do you understand what that place is?

ANGEL: I'm not sensing a whole lot of resolve here --

LINDSEY: They are constantly watching you. Other companies have drug testing -- they have mind-readers. I go back there, they're gonna kill me.

ANGEL: That's what we call an acceptable risk. You're panicking right now. You can't believe how bad you let things get. That's not change. You have to make a decision to change. That's something you do by yourself. Most people, they never do.

LINDSEY: If I get myself killed, that'll convince you I've changed.

ANGEL: It's a start.

• Angel & Lindsey

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