(Night. Lindsey walks up to his old truck and puts a duffel and his guitar case into the bed.)

LINDSEY: If you're here to kill me, grab ya a ticket and get in line.

ANGEL: I really like this truck. '56, right? First year they had that wrap-around windshield. You know, back in the fifties we all thought life was gonna be like in the Jetsons by now. Air cars, robots. I'd love to have an air car. Wouldn't that be cool?

LINDSEY: So, you're here to talk me to death.

ANGEL: Nah, I just came here to say, things don't always work out like you think. I bet Wolfram and Hart aren't too happy losing one of their best and their brightest.

LINDSEY: Yeah, well, let 'em come try to stop me. It'll be fun.

ANGEL: Well, I don't know if that's a healthy attitude. So, where're you going, Lindsey? Back to your roots?

LINDSEY: Something like that. I hope you're not waiting for me to tell you that I learned some kind of a lesson. That I had a big moral crisis, but now I see the light.

ANGEL: If you told me that, then I'd have to kill you. - I'm just here to say 'bon voyage'. Don't come back.

LINDSEY: To L.A.? - Nah. - You can have this place.

ANGEL: Good. I'm glad I didn't have to do something immature here.

LINDSEY: The key to Wolfram and Hart: don't let them make you play their game. You gotta make them play yours.

ANGEL: Thanks. I'll keep that in mind. Don't drive too fast now. Lots of cops out there.

(Lindsey gets in and starts the engine. As he pulls away from the curb we see that there is a big sign stuck to the gate of his truck saying 'cops suck.' Angel stands there with a smile on his face as he watches him drive off.)

• Angel & Lindsey

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