ANGEL: (RE: Gwen's lipstick) Nice color.

(Gwen realizes Angel has no reflection)

GWEN: OK. After I kick your ass, I'm gonna ask about that. (attacks).

ANGEL: I don't wanna hurt you.

GWEN: That's what they all say. I don't usually enjoy the hand-to-hand this much.

ANGEL: Maybe you haven't been doing it right.

GWEN: (zapping him ineffectually) Why are you not toast?

ANGEL: I'm not even warmed up.

GWEN: Oh, really. (taking of the gloves) I can fix that. (presses her hands to his bare chest) Warm enough?

(Zoom into Angel's chest cavity, and a brown-grey still heart is suddenly growing, turning red, and beating. Zoom back out to Angel and Gwen. When Angel felt his heart beat, he sits up with a start and kisses Gwen passionately.)

GWEN: You're alive.

ANGEL: You felt that? My heart...

GWEN: It was beating. It doesn't, does it?

ANGEL: Cordelia! I gotta get out of here.

GWEN: What the hell is going on?

(Elliot steps up to the elevator, on the other side of the bars.)

ELLIOT: Well, that should be obvious... to a professional like yourself.

ANGEL: It's a double-cross.

GWEN: I'm now slow. I know it's— Shut up! (to Elliot) Is he one of yours?

ELLIOT: No, I thought he was yours, what, with the... tonguing and all.

GWEN: In his dreams.

ANGEL: (self-consciously) Not even close.

ELLIOT: It doesn't matter.

GWEN: The job's done. Elliot, you don't have to do this.

ELLIOT: I have no choice. The job you did for me was a train wreck. The noise, the publicity, that little stunt you pulled in the bar—

GWEN: That was just a joke—

ELLIOT: Professionals are discreet, young lady. You, on the other hand, are a freak. A dangerous freak. Which is why I had them remodel the elevator you're standing in. More of a retrofit, really. Low-teched the whole thing with six inches of Plexiglas separating you from any available current. (Gwen goes for the bars, but they don't conduct) Tempered Lucite.

ANGEL: He's gonna seal us in and turn on the gas.

GWEN: (to Elliot) What are you, Lex Luthor?

ELLIOT: What do you think, I'm gonna stand here and duke it out with electro girl? No, don't worry. Uh, I'm told that the gas is very fast-acting. You'll be dead within... uh, whoops— Where does the time go?

ANGEL: OK, there's gotta be something. (feels around) Get down! Now! Get low! (pushes her down)

GWEN: Ow! You jackass! You get low!

ANGEL: I don't need to. I don't breathe.

GWEN: Gee, must be a real turn-on for the girlfriend.

ANGEL: Utility panel—right about here, you think?

GWEN: Plastic's too thick, you lunk-head. I can't get through to blow the charge.

ANGEL: Simple question! It is here or not?

GWEN: Yes! It's there.

(Angel starts punching the same place over and over again, trying to break the Plexiglas.)

ELLIOT: (on the phone) We should be finished here any time now. (pause) Uh-huh. I see. (pause) Uh-huh. (pause) Well we had the tuna casserole last Thursday, Molly.

GWEN: If I die—

ANGEL: You're not gonna die!

GWEN: Nice kiss.

(Angel finally breaks through the Plexiglas, and reaches for Gwen. )

ANGEL: OK.

(She grabs his hand and sends the charge through him into the utility panel, opening the elevator doors and the bars retract. Angel carries her out)

ELLIOT: Get rid of him.

(Elliot's men attack Angel, and a brawl ensues. Angel knocks them all out, and notices that Gwen has recovered, and she's walking toward Elliot menacingly.)

GWEN: I expect to get screwed. Professional thief. Hazard of the biz.

ELLIOT: Just wait a second, please...

GWEN: What I don't appreciate, Elliot, is being called a freak! That's my word. And I get cranky when people like you use it.

ANGEL: Gwen, think about this...

GWEN: Ever been struck by lightning, Elliot? I've been struck by lightning 14 times. It's not my fault. I just attract it. You know what else attracts lightning? Maggoty little norms like you.

(Gwen puts her hand to Elliot's chest like she intends to shock him, but Angel interrupts.)

ANGEL: So you're a freak. Boo-hoo. So what?

GWEN: Excuse me?

ANGEL: I think you've already figured out I'm not the poster-boy for normal. Sometimes, you gotta let go.

(Angel punches Elliot in the face and knocks him over.)

GWEN: Hey! I wanted to do that.

ANGEL: You were gonna fry him.

GWEN: Was not.

ANGEL: Don't fib.

GWEN: Fine. Did you at least break his nose?

(Gwen reaches for Elliot, with electricity buzzing around her hand. Angel stops her.)

GWEN: You're really gonna use that Axis thing to find her, aren't you? It figures. Anyone that bad at stealing stuff has got to be doing it for love. Bummer.

(Gwen walks away. )

• Angel & Gwen

written by: Mere Smith; Original transcript by: CariCranberry. Edited & formatted for this site by me.. Full transcript at:
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