VAIL: I'm curious. Mmm. What makes you think I won't kill you where you sit?

WESLEY: Because you're smarter than the others. Smart enough to have your doubts about Angel, and rightly so. He's...unpredictable, and worse, he has a conscience.

VAIL: Well, you make a very persuasive argument.

WESLEY: Wait. It gets better.

(Zoom in on Wesley's hand, hidden below the tabletop. He opens up his hand, and a fireball starts to form in his palm.)

(...)

WESLEY: Your influence on this world is over. The rest of the Circle will wither and die...

(he forms another fireball in his palm)

WESLEY: ...like you're about to.

VAIL: You don't know who you're dealing with, do you, boy?

(he holds out his hand, summons Wes's fireball into his hand, and extinguishes it)

VAIL: I mean, really. I crap better magic than this. Now then, let me show you what a real wizard can do.

(...)

VAIL: Did you really think you had a shot at this? I can bend the very fabric of reality to my will. Your parlor tricks could never kill me, boy.

WESLEY: Then I'll just... have to do this... the old-fashioned way.

(takes out a switch-blade knife, pops the blade and tries to stab Vail)

VAIL: Yes... I suppose we will.

(summons a large knife from the wall to him and thrusts it into Wes's stomach. Wes manages a fireball to knock Vail away, and is reeling when Illyria arrives and catches him.)

ILLYRIA: Wesley. This wound is mortal.

WESLEY: Aren't we all? (smiles) It was good... that you came.

ILLYRIA: I killed all mine, and I was...

WESLEY: Concerned?

ILLYRIA: I think so. But I can't help. You'll be dead within moments.

WESLEY: I know.

ILLYRIA: Would you like me to lie to you now?

WESLEY: Yes. Thank you. Yes.

(he closes his yes, and when he opens them, Illyria looks like Fred)

WESLEY: (fondly) Hello there.

FRED: (trying to smile through her tears) Oh, Wesley. My Wesley.

WESLEY: Fred. I've missed you.

(kisses his lips twice gently, sniffles, kisses his forehead)

FRED: It's gonna be OK. It won't hurt much longer, and then you'll be where I am. (crying) We'll be together.

WESLEY: I-I love you.

FRED: I love you. My love. Oh, my love.

(Wesley dies. She sets him down, and still looking like Fred, stands to face the recovered Vail)

VAIL: How very touching his meaningless death was, but this fight was never for mortals. Oh. (chuckles) Take your best shot, little girl.

(Illyria swings a powerful punch at Vail's head, transforming her shape from Fred to blue Illyria in mid-swing, ultimately shattering Vail's head with the force of her swing.)

• Wesley & Illyria

written by: Jeffrey Bell & Joss Whedon; Original transcript by CariCranberry. Edited & formatted by me.. Full transcript at:
http://www.buffyworld.com/angel/season5/transcripts/5x22_tran.php