(Connor spots a vending machine at the motel, pushes buttons, and when nothing happens picks it up and slams it down. Cut to him entering the room, carrying the newspaper and an armful of junk food.)

CONNOR: I found food in a big metal box outside. - Dad?

(Holtz comes out of the bathroom.)

HOLTZ: Oh, good boy. You got it. (taking the newspaper) Now. Let's have a look at the date.

(Holtz stares at the paper then drops down on the end of one of the beds.)

HOLTZ: Days. We've been gone only days.

CONNOR: I don't like this place. So many people. It's not like home.

HOLTZ: Quor-toth was never our home, son. It was our prison. I should have known that one day *you'd* find a way out.

CONNOR: The cracks were there already. I just made the sluks show me. That's all.

HOLTZ: Frightened rats, forced to flee to daylight. (Pats Connor on the cheek) My boy's smart.

CONNOR: You shouldn't have followed me here.

HOLTZ: How could I not?

CONNOR: I would have come back to you, after I killed him. I'm sorry I couldn't.

HOLTZ: Of course you couldn't. It's not in you, son.

CONNOR: I've killed lots!

HOLTZ: Only when you had to, only to survive. And that's not the real reason why you worked so hard to get here. You wanted to see him.

CONNOR: No.

HOLTZ: It's alright son. There is no shame in it. I knew this day would come. That's why I never lied to you. I've always told you the truth about what you're parents were how you and I came to be together.

CONNOR: God gave me to you.

HOLTZ: Yes. God delivered me to you, that I'd keep you safe and lavish upon you all the love that I could never give my first children.

CONNOR: Because he took them from you.

HOLTZ: That's right.

CONNOR: I wish I *had* killed him.

HOLTZ: If you had, then you wouldn't be the boy I raised, or the man I know you'll be one day. There's more for you to learn, Steven, much more.

CONNOR: And I want to.

HOLTZ: Good. Then you must go to him.

CONNOR: What?

HOLTZ: Walk in his world, learn all you can. Discover what of him is in you that you might fight against it. But be on your guard. Remember what I've taught you. The devil will show you bright things, many colors.

• Angel & Connor
• Holtz & Connor

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