LILAH: Money, clothes, women. Did I mention we have a juice bar?

ANGEL: This is what you came back from the dead for? To play Let's Make an Evil Deal?

LILAH: Show him what's behind door number one, Bob. (opens the doors to the office; Angel follows her in) I know it's not much, but the Taj Mahal was a bit of a commute.

ANGEL: Hmm, what, am I supposed to swoon? It's an office.

LILAH: (gestures like a spokesmodel) With your own private elevator. Care to take it for a spin?

ANGEL: What's it gonna do, huh? Drop me in a vat of holy water?

LILAH: I was pushing for that, but they went with the motor pool. Figured you'd like to stay mobile, what with all that rushing out to save the day you're so fond of.

ANGEL: Thanks, but I already have a car.

LILAH: Now you have 12.

ANGEL: What am I gonna do with 12 cars?

LILAH: Anything you want. That's the point, or haven't you been listening?

ANGEL: I have, and, uh, I'm done now.

LILAH: Wait, I forgot to show you the best part. (presses a button) You're gonna love this.

(the window shades slide open letting light pour into the room through a wall full of windows. Angel jerks back, thinking he'll burn, but...)

ANGEL: I'm not bursting into flames.

LILAH: Nope. Necro-tempered glass. The whole building's fitted with it. Helps keep those uplifting, wholesome rays from charbroilin' the boss, and 30% more energy efficient. Feels even better when you're naked. I could turn around.

ANGEL: Close it.

LILAH: Promise I won't peek. Well, maybe just a skosh.

ANGEL: Close it, Lilah.

LILAH: Good-bye, Mr. Sunshine. Hello, gloomy avenger.

ANGEL: Make that good-bye. I'm not taking the job.

LILAH: It's not a job. It's an opportunity.

ANGEL: Ooh, an opportunity to be part of the problem.

LILAH: If that's what you choose.

ANGEL: Really don't.

LILAH: Again, your choice. Think of what you can do with the resources of Wolfram & Hart at your fingertips, the difference that would make. Nothing in this world is the way it ought to be. It's harsh, and it's cruel, but that's why there's you, Angel. You live as if the world were as it should be. With all this, you can make it that way. People don't need an unyielding champion. They need a man who knows the value of compromise and how to beat the system from inside the belly of the beast.

ANGEL: The beast's belly? Doesn't that usually mean you've been eaten?

LILAH: Maybe. While you've been namby-pambying around for the past 90 seconds, 6 innocent people have died. Oh, but don't worry. There's always 6,000 more just around the corner or up the coast.

(hands Angel a file)

ANGEL: (reads) Sunnydale.

LILAH: That nifty, little bauble comes with the file. Apparently, it's crucial for some kind of final battle. Guess they're in short supply up Sunnydale way. A bit gauche for my taste, but, hey, not a slayer.

ANGEL: (tossing the file & amulet aside) Buffy can handle herself.

LILAH: But isn't it more fun when you handle her?

ANGEL: Keep the intel. Not interested.

LILAH: Not in this case. So how about open homicide? Missing persons? Mmm, I knew there had to be a reason you took the tour. Dead, not stupid.

ANGEL: What do you know?

LILAH: About where Cordelia and your son are? Not a thing, but you could find out in about 10 seconds. All you gotta do is pick up the phone, boss.

(picks up the phone, hands it to Angel)

ANGEL: (puts down the phone) I'm sorry what happened to you, Lilah. I really am. Me and my friends will be leaving now.

(The telephone rings. Lilah answers it. Angel sighs.)

LILAH: (to phone) Yes? Of course. (hangs up) The senior partners would like you to test all the amenities before you make your decision.

(presses a remote control button, revealing a television that's playing a news report)

ANGEL: Cool! Is that high-def?

REPORTER: ...evacuated and bomb units have been called to the scene where police say more than a dozen promenade shoppers are being held hostage at this hour. Police are trying to identify the suspect from these security camera pictures. (the footage shows Connor) So far, no motive is known for the siege, and the suspect has refused to speak with law enforcement officials. We'll keep you updated as this intense drama unfolds.

LILAH: Wow, really does have your eyes, doesn't he?

(Angel grabs Lilah by the throat and pushes her up against the wall angrily.)

LILAH: Watch the head. It comes off kind of easy.

ANGEL: You set this whole thing up.

LILAH: Been a little busy with the being dead.

ANGEL: You, the senior partners, whoever. Get 'em on the phone and make it stop. now.

LILAH: Love to, except for the part where we didn't have anything to do with—

ANGEL: But you know who did.

LILAH: Yeah, I'm looking at him. You're the one who raised him or didn't. (Angel lets her go) Can't imagine how the kid turned out postal.

ANGEL: You don't know a thing about Connor, huh. Let's keep it that way.

(walks toward the door)

LILAH: One time offer only, Angel. Walk out that door, deal's off. Stay, and it's all yours.

ANGEL: People like you, this place, that's what's wrong with the world, Lilah. I will never be a part of this. (sighs, stares at the image of Connor on the screen) Not the way you're hoping. Now let me tell you what the deal's gonna be.

• Angel & Connor
• Angel & Lilah
• Wolfram & Hart

written by: Tim Minear; Original transcript by CariCranberry. Edited and formatted for this site by me. . Full transcript at:
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