(Spike and Angel are investigating Lindsey's apartment)

SPIKE: No sign of Lindsey.

ANGEL: Look for plans.

(Angel opens the bedroom doors and walks in.)

ANGEL: Well, I'll be damned all over again.

(Eve, looking dishevelled in pathetic in one of Lindsey's shirts, quickly wakes up)

EVE: Don't touch me.

ANGEL: Hiding out from the senior partners, Eve? How many sick days do you get before they dock you?

EVE: What do you want?

ANGEL: Fred's dying. Some mystical parasite. Ring a bell?

EVE: No, I don't know what you're talking about.

SPIKE: What about your boyfriend, luv? You got some wacky scheme brewin'? Sending coffins about?

EVE: You two stay away from me.

ANGEL: Look, Eve, this happens quickly or very, very slowly.

SPIKE: Sarcophagus. Older than anything we know.

EVE: Lindsey and I had nothing to do with that. I'm not lying. I—I'm not. (after a moment) Have you...heard from him? About him?

SPIKE: Oh, this is truly poetical.

ANGEL: You're not saying what we need to hear.

EVE: Why would we do anything to Fred? Why would we even care about her—?

(suddenly, Lorne punches Eve in the face)

LORNE: Ooh. Oh, I'm sorry. That was a knuckle-buster. I'm Jake LaMotta over here. It's pathetic. Oh. Here's the thing, EVE: You're going to sing for me, and I'm going to read you right now. And here's one more thing: Winifred Burkle once told me after a sinful amount of Chinese food, and in lieu of absolutely nothing, I think a lot of people would choose to be green. Your shade, if they had the choice. If I hear one note—one quarter-note—that tells me you had any involvement, these two won't even have time to kill you. Oh, and anything by Diana Warren will also result in your death—well, except Rhythm of the Night.

EVE: I wanna help. I swear to you. I've got nothing against Fred.

ANGEL: Say it...with a song in your heart.

EVE: (sings Lindsey's song) Pretty as a picture. She is like a golden ring.

LORNE: She's clean.

ANGEL: You've been wrong before.

LORNE: Yeah, and I might be now, but she reads clean. Her future's not too bright, but...

EVE: What do you mean?

LORNE: Well, nothin's written in stone—lately—but, uh, if I was about to face your future, I'd make like Carmen Miranda...and die.

(smiles, walks to the door to leave)

EVE: Wait. Please. Are you going to tell the senior partners where I am?

SPIKE: Hell of a bargaining chip.

EVE: No, they can't help you. I mean it. If you're talking about a sarcophagus that doesn't match anything in our records...there's nothing that's not in our records except what came before. The old ones.

ANGEL: The original demons. Before human kind. They were all driven out of this dimension.

EVE: The ones that were still alive. But long before that, they were killing each other all the time, and they don't die the way we do. Wesley may not know it, but his source books can conjure up anything, not just our own stock. Tell him to look for the texts that are forgotten, the oldest scrolls. You need to find the Deeper Well.

• Angel vs Eve
• Eve & Lindsey plot

written by: Joss Whedon; Original transcript by CariCranberry. Edited & formatted by me.. Full transcript at:
http://www.buffyworld.com/angel/season5/transcripts/5x15_tran.php