LEE: Lorne! I am so relieved. I was afraid that something terrible might have happened to you. Missing your second show like that. All those poor, disappointed people. All I could do was refund their money and comp their rooms for the inconvenience. And, my, my, what an inconvenience it was for all of us.

LORNE: Yeah, yeah, OK, Lee. OK. White flag's up. You got me. Grind your organ, I'll be your monkey. But you'll get nothing from me if you hurt anyone else. I swear it.

LEE: Lorne, sweetie. You worry too much. I promise, you will be the only one hurting. Your friends will be dead so quick they won't feel a thing.

(...)

LEE: Take them out in the desert and shoot them. Bring the demon, I'd like him to watch.

BODYGUARD: Mr. DeMarco.

LEE: Not now, Spencer.

BODYGUARD: (gravely) Sir, we have a winner.

(Lee looks up at the monitor and sees Angel sitting at the winning slot machine. )

LEE: That's impossible.

BODYGUARD: He's won a little over 300,000 dollars. And a car.

LORNE: Pretty good haul for somebody with no destiny, huh?

LEE: (to nearby gawking brokers) What are you doing? You, you, back on the phones. (to guards) And bring me that vampire. Now!

(...)

ANGEL: (casually to his friends) Hi.

LEE: I want answers. (beat) And they better be the right ones, or you're dead.

ANGEL: Uh, I know this room...

(Spencer punches Angel in the face.)

LEE: I'll-I'll start again. How did you win on the slot machine?

ANGEL: I put a quarter in the slot, and I pulled that little lever.

LEE: Are you playing games with me, vampire?

ANGEL: Have to play to win.

LEE: It was a fluke. A glitch in the machine. There's nothing there. Pay him his winnings—in quarters—and take the others on their desert tour.

(A guard pushes Charles and then punches him.)

FRED: Leave him alone!

(The guard pulls out a gun and sticks it in her face. Angel observes this and goes into vampire face, attacking him.)

FRED: Angel!

(Angel starts a fight with the guards, and Gunn joins in.)

LEE: (to guards) What am I paying you for? Shoot them!

(Lorne goes for Lee's mystical whosit)

LEE: Ooh! W-wait! No, no, no, no, no! Hey, maybe I went about this wrong. We can still come to terms, right, kid? I mean, it wasn't all bad here, I mean not, not all the time. What's it gonna take? A bigger suite, fewer shows? You got it! What—whaddaya say?

LORNE: Duck. (swings the club at the mystical glowing ball, smashing it)

LEE: No!

(destinies fly out back to their owners)

ANGEL: This room—there's something familiar.

GUNN: Angel?

ANGEL: You're my friend. I know. I'm not stupid.

(...)

ANGEL: Oh, now I remember that room! Elvis and Priscilla's wedding reception, 1967. (chuckles) Yes. All right. It's not that I was you know really invited. They just put me near the dais. I think somebody thought I was in the band. Probably because I was all drunk and surly. (chuckles) They had these little fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches.

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