DOYLE: So how long has it been between sunsets?

ANGEL: 200 years, give or take.

DOYLE: Well you got to be feeling pretty damn good, then. I mean, this ring. Changes everything, don?t it? (He waits for Angel to respond, then, about the sunset--) Yeah, it?s spectacular, I know. But I do promise that there will be another one just like it again tomorrow.

ANGEL: Not for me.

DOYLE: What are you saying? That the city?s gonna get hit by a meteor before tomorrow night? ANGEL: No.

DOYLE: No, it?s too horrible to say. I can?t even bring myself to say the other.

ANGEL: I?m not gonna wear the ring.

DOYLE: That was the other. You got a real addiction to the brooding part of life. Anyone ever tell you that?

ANGEL: Once or twice.

DOYLE: Care to explain? I mean, this ring is your redemption. It?s what you?ve been waiting for.

ANGEL: Nah, it just looks like it.

DOYLE: Angel, man, think what you?re saying.

ANGEL: I have. I?ve thought of it from every angle, and what I figure is I did a lot of damage in my day. More than you can imagine.

DOYLE: So what, you don?t get the ring because your period of self-flagellation isn?t over yet? I mean, think of all the daytime people you could help between 9 and 5.

ANGEL: They have help. The whole world is designed for them, so much that they have no idea what goes on around them after dark. They don?t see the weak ones lost in the night, or the things that prey on them. And if I join them, maybe I?d stop seeing, too.

DOYLE: And who?d look out for all the insomniacs?

ANGEL: I was brought back for a reason, Doyle, and as much as I would like to kid myself, I don?t think it was for 18 holes at Rancho.

(The sun sinks below the horizon. Angel takes off the ring, picks up a brick and smashes it. A bright green light flashes out from beneath the brick.)

DOYLE: Oh, and that Rachel girl with the crazy boyfriend called. Said to say thanks, and that she found a little faith. Said you?d know what that means.

ANGEL: I don?t know about you, but I had a nice day. You know, except for the bulk of it, where I was nearly tortured to death.

DOYLE: Well, you stood up.

ANGEL: Oh, god. I was this close to telling him everything. I mean, one more hot poker and I was giving him the ring, your mom, everything. How is your mom?

• Angel & Doyle
• Angel's Mission
• Angel, Angelus & The Curse

written by: Douglas Petrie; Originally transcribed by anonymous. Edited, formatted for this site and checked by M'lyn.. Full transcript at:
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