ANGEL: The floor. It's hollow.

(They go down into a room full of cells.)

LINDSEY: What is this?

ANGEL: You know what this is. Spare parts - for guys like you. You got your before (indicating one row of cells) and your after. (Indicating another row. Then looks closer) More like during, I guess. Your firm in action, Lindsey. A lot to be proud of, huh? (Looks up at a banner on one wall.) The Pockla blessed this place.

LINDSEY: Who are they?

ANGEL: Demon healers. They know how to regenerate flesh. Probably explains why some of these transplants aren't taking so well.

LINDSEY: Yeah, I'm pretty sure one of them was there when they gave me my hand.

ANGEL: Your hand? I think it belonged to that guy over there. Or what's left of him anyway.

LINDSEY: Oh god. I know him. I didn't get the name before. We worked in the mailroom together. Brad?

BRAD: (wheezing) Kill.. Kill...

LINDSEY: Kill who? Huh? Who do you want to kill?

BRAD: Kill - me... Please...

LINDSEY: What am I supposed to do here?

ANGEL: I know what I'd do. This is your deal. Whatever it is, you better do it quick. They're gonna be coming in force. We got to help the ones that we can.

(He starts busting people out of cells.)

LINDSEY: I'm sorry.

(Lindsey pulls out wires; Brad's cell goes dark.)

ANGEL: Help these people upstairs.

(Angel opens the valves of oxygen tanks, letting the gas escape.)

ANGEL: Get them to the car.

(They blow up the place and escape.)

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