(the gang bursts into an room. Fred is intent on a handheld device, not looking up as she walks forward)

FRED: He's been here. Picking up loads of trace signatures.

WESLEY: Fred.

(he shines his flashlight on the floor)

FRED: (still not looking up) Hair follicles, enzymes, and something... blood... but it's not his, it's—

(she looks up from the display to see several bloody nuns on the floor with their throats slit)

FRED: Oh, God.

WESLEY: I think God is out at the moment.

GUNN: Why would Greenway do this? It was just a stupid racketeering charge. I told him we'd get him off with probation, so long as he shut down operations.

ANGEL: He's a Wolfram & Hart client. Our client. Oh, and he's evil. What are the odds?

FRED: What do we do now?

ANGEL: Now? I find Greenway, and I kill every inch of him.

WESLEY: You won't. 5 holy women. This wasn't random. It's ritual. He's jumped dimensions.

ANGEL: What?

WESLEY: Also, not shockingly, our client practices black arts. He's escaped through a pan-dimensional doorway, disappeared into any one of infinite universes.

ANGEL: Fred?

FRED: My equipment's not calibrated to track anything out of this dimension. Even if such a thing is possible, it would take months or maybe years—

ANGEL: (throws up his hands) That's it.

FRED: But probably months, or maybe weeks if I really push—

ANGEL: I can't do this anymore.

GUNN: Do what?

ANGEL: Any of this. Living with it. Running Wolfram & Hart. I quit.

(exits. intro credits. resume in Angel's office)

ANGEL: There's nothing more to discuss. I'm resigning.

LORNE: Gee, it seems like a ripe topic for discussion to me.

WESLEY: What happened last night was tragic. It's a terrible setback, but—

ANGEL: Setback, Wes? It's status quo. Evil wins, 'cause instead of just wiping it out, we negotiate with it. Or worse...for it.

FRED: Angel, we're doing the best we can.

ANGEL: It's not that you guys aren't doing your jobs. It's that we shouldn't be doing these jobs in the first place... or I shouldn't.

GUNN: I'd say we've all had a bellyful. Any thought about what would happen to us if we tried to say bye-bye? The ramifications, I mean. You think the senior partners are just gonna let us breeze on out the front door?

FRED: You're saying we're trapped here?

GUNN: I'm saying we knew what we were getting into when we signed up for this gig. Let's not start pretending that this was some lease with an option to buy.

ANGEL: Gunn, you really think they won't let us out? Or is it that you just don't want to leave?

GUNN: (looks to his side, then looks at Angel, raising his eyebrows) OK. Maybe I don't. It's 'cause I believe in what we're doing. We made the right call.

ANGEL: And I'm sure that legal brain upgrade they gave you has got nothing to do with—

GUNN: We all got something out of this.

(The telephone rings.)

ANGEL: (answering) Yeah. It's Angel. (shocked) What?

WESLEY: What is it?

ANGEL: It's Cordelia.

• Angel's Mission
• Wolfram & Hart

written by: David Fury; Original transcript by CariCranberry. Edited & formatted by me.. Full transcript at:
http://www.buffyworld.com/angel/season5/transcripts/5x12_tran.php