FRED: What do you think he'll do?

GUNN: What he has to, like he always does.

FRED: Will it make a difference? We really are just pieces being moved around a board.

GUNN: Then we'll kick it over and start a new game. Look, monochrome can yap all he wants about no-name's cosmic plan, but here's a little something I picked up rubbing mojos these past couple of years. The final score can't be rigged. I don't care how many players you grease, that last shot always comes up a question mark. But here's the thing—you never know when you're taking it. It could be when you're duking it out with the Legion of Doom, or just crossing the street deciding where to have brunch. So you just treat it all like it was up to you—the world in the balance—'cause you never know when it is.

FRED: You been practicing that?

GUNN: (smiles) Little bit.

(Lorne and Wesley come out of the office.)

LORNE: Hug your neighbor, kiddies, we got it.

SKIP: You're all puppets.

WESLEY: Shut up.

FRED: Where is she?

LORNE: (looks at the map) Well, according to the scorch marks, downtown, meat packing district.

ANGEL: (comes out of the office) Good work.

GUNN: Lets load up.

ANGEL: No, you're not coming, any of you. Whatever's taken over Cordy, it's still her inside. She's still our friend. She's still the woman I... I won't let you carry that. I can't.

SKIP: Anybody got a hanky?

FRED: He's really gonna do it. He's gonna kill Cordelia.

WESLEY: He doesn't have a choice.

FRED: Angel, wait!

SKIP: Yup, that'll go well.

written by: Steven S. DeKnight; Original transcript by CariCranberry. Edited and formatted for this site by me.. Full transcript at:
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