LORNE: Ah, guys? I think there's something you should... Ah, can you come here for a sec? Everybody, this is my friend, Kim. (To Kim) It's alright. They're professionals. Just take it from the chorus, hmm?

KIM: (singing) My heart is breaking - in two. No love, no light left - no you...

(Suddenly her face morphs into that of an ugly gray skinned demon.)

KIM-DEMON: I'll hack your eyeballs out and rip your children in two!

(she morphs back, looks shaken)

LORNE: It's okay. I got ya. It's all right. It's okay. (To the others) Catchy finish, huh?

(credits. resume a little later)

LORNE: Kim is good people. She came to see me a couple of years ago.

KIM: He put me on my true path.

LORNE: She was throwing her life away in medical school, when she should have been a singer.

GUNN: Yeah. Who needs more doctor's in the world when you can have singing demons?

KIM: Well, the demon part - is new.

ANGEL: Ha! Singing demons, flying nuns. Good one, G!

(Angel takes another drink from his glass of blood as Gunn looks over at him.)

LORNE: Well, she hooked up with this band a couple of weeks ago and...

KIM: They were mellow - organic types. They never touched drugs or played a diminished chord.

ANGEL: I like nuns. How did the flying nun fly anyway? Was it god or - magic? (Everyone looks at Angel) What? You think about these things sometimes. (Motions to Kim) Please - continue!

KIM: Uhm - well, then they started changing. Stevie, the lead guitar grew a seventh finger like overnight.

GUNN: Seventh?

KIM: Well, he already had six. I just thought... I don't really know what I thought. And Raw, the drummer, suddenly sprouted that spiny thing on his back......And they started playing this beyond industrial trash noise funk day and night. And then it happened to me. - You saw it. - Am I gonna turn into that?

WESLEY: No. You're human. They're not. What's happening to you isn't permanent. It's just an infection.

FRED: Which you can get rid of by taking twenty milligrams of Cylenthium powder twice a day for a month.

LORNE: Mystical antibiotic. I'll get you some.

FRED: I thought your saliva was suspect. What with being green and all... No offense, Lorne. Under the microscope it showed traces of Penloxia.

LORNE: Oh - they're Wraith-ers.

KIM: Wraith-ers?

WESLEY: Demons that can make themselves look human - for a time. Ten days, two weeks, then they revert to what they really are.

GUNN: I wonder why they would wanna look like musicians?

ANGEL: For the chicks. Musicians get the chicks! (Everyone turns to look at him) What? They're gonna appear as dentists? Let's take 'em out. (To Kim) Where are they?

KIM: In a rehearsal space. It's an old loading dock behind the shop'n'go in Echo park.

ANGEL: Wes?

WESLEY: You'll have to kill them. It's the only thing you can do with Wraith-ers. You, Gunn, Fred can go. Lorne, stay here with the baby. I have some business to take care of.

FRED: Guys, shouldn't we call Cordelia and the Groosalug back into action? I mean, if one of us gets hurt, say, killing Wraith-ers for example. We're gonna need some backup around here.

ANGEL: Nah, I don't wanna disturb her. It's the only break she's had in years. Besides, you know, it's just a couple of Wraith-ers.

KIM: Three -actually.

ANGEL: Piece of cake! I'm up for a little kick-ass! Come on! Who's with me?

written by: David Greenwalt; Original transcript anonymous. Edited and formatted for this site by me.. Full transcript at:
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