(Wes is working on his translation, Connor nearby. He walks over to the bassinet; Connor starts crying, but Wes just stands there looking at him, lost in thought)

ANGEL: (arriving) Geez, Wes! Don't you know what you're supposed to do?

(Wes looks up to see Angel standing there sipping a tall glass of blood. Angel sets the glass aside and walks over to the bassinet.)

ANGEL: You pick 'em up when they fuss. (to Connor) Daddy's here.

WESLEY: Sorry. I don't know what I was... I didn't sleep very well.

ANGEL: Yeah, and you look like hell. Not the fun one, where they burn you with hot pokers for all eternity, but the hardcore one, you know, Nixon and Brittany Spears?

WESLEY: You're awfully chipper today.

ANGEL: Yeah, it's weird, huh? Maybe it was the earthquake, but I barely slept and I have all this energy. God, I could drink a horse!

WESLEY: Speaking of earthquake: you realize we have no insurance.

ANGEL: Yeah. Bummer.

WESLEY: Your room is...

ANGEL: ...the wreck of the Hesperus. I know. Wes - don't be such a worrywart. The best part about owning a hotel is plenty of rooms. I'll just move to another one until we get it fixed.

(We hear a guitar and a woman's voice.)

ANGEL: Who is that singing?

WESLEY: Lorne is seeing a client in the garden.

ANGEL: She's good. (To Connor) You wanna see the lady sing?

KIM: (singing) I fell so far - a light went on in my heart. You're gone - now I'm - left alone in the dark.

(she pauses to speak to Lorne)

KIM: Do you see anything?

LORNE: I see you're plenty scared. It's alright. Keep going.

KIM: (singing) My soul is aching...

(Connor starts to fuss.)

ANGEL: Hey, hey, hey. No fussing now. Hey, do you wanna see something cool? Sure you do.

(Angel walks back into the lobby and opens the weapons cabinet as Wes watches them.)

KIM: (singing) ...my heart is breaking...

ANGEL: Ah, huh? You like that broadsword? That's your old man's favorite. Wes! He's gonna be crawling in no time. We got to start baby proofing this place! Here take him. (To Connor) It's alright. It's your uncle Wes. Yeah, he loves you bunches! He's just - English.

FRED: (to her cellphone as she walks down the stairs) Are you crazy? It's the best state in the Union! What's wrong with Texas? - Texas doesn't hate the black man. Texas *loves* the black man. Well, most of Texas. Anyone with a brain. What's so great about California?

(The doors open and Gunn walks in, also talking to his cell.)

GUNN: Everything. It's got the climate, the ocean...

FRED: The earth that opens up and swallows you whole.

GUNN: The Lakers, the music.

(They walk towards each other across the lobby, still talking into their phones.)

FRED: The traffic, the smog.

GUNN: It's got you.

FRED: Okay. You win. Morning.

GUNN: Hi.

WESLEY: Glad to see you're using the company phones for such important calls.

GUNN: Did you want me to pay for that?

ANGEL: Chain 'em up!

FRED: What?!

ANGEL: I say we put a chain and a combination lock on the weapons. Better safe than sorry. (To Connor) Isn't that right, buddy? (to Wes) He likes you. I can tell.

WESLEY: I like him, too. As a matter of fact I was thinking, perhaps I'd take him to the park or the beach, just the two of us. Maybe there'll be some time in the next day or two.

ANGEL: Sounds great. Yeah. Count on it.

• Angel & Connor
• Angel & Wesley
• Gunn & Fred

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