ANGEL: You all right? Sure you don't want to sit down?

CORDELIA: If I sit, I'll throw up in my head.

WESLEY: (points to a picture) Did it look like this?

CORDELIA: No, more mushy and more moldy. It was growing right out of the wall!

ANGEL: Maybe I'll just…

CORDELIA: Mush monster's not going anywhere, it's the place that we've got to find. Its disciples are human and they're killing each other. I think the fight is over how to worship it.

ANGEL: This is why personally I rarely go to church. (Wesley and Cordy ignore him) I thought it was funny.

DARLA: So did I.

(Suddenly Darla is sitting on Angel's lap, nuzzling and kissing him, while Wesley and Cordy go on with their research as if she wasn't there. )

DARLA: God I miss you…

WESLEY: Well, what did the place look like?

ANGEL: (snapping out of it) Ah. Didn't doze off - here I am - where were we?

WESLEY: Trying to ascertain the location in Cordelia's vision.

ANGEL: Ascertaining, here we go.

CORDELIA: You are so weird lately. It felt sacred, in a twisted demonic kind of way, it's-it's underground, like in a tank or something, full of pillars.

ANGEL: Like a water tank.

CORDELIA: Could be.

ANGEL: Saint Bridget's, in Fremont. It's a convent, built on native burial grounds. The land's cursed, they had eight murders in the past two years before the whole place burned to the ground - which is nothing compared to what happened in Our Lady of Lochenbee... (off their looks) I've got a thing for convents. Anyway the state bought Saint Bridget's and dug a water tank there. We're gonna need some muscle. Call Gunn, he's on the payroll now.

WESLEY: Right - but not in a fixed way like me. He's more an outside contractor. Do you think we can really afford...

ANGEL: Wesley.

WESLEY: Calling Gunn.

written by: David Greenwalt; Originally transcribed by anonymous. Edited, formatted, and checked against source by me.. Full transcript at:
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