(Angel sits up in bed with a start. There is a piano playing in the background. He turns to see Lorne dressed up in old-west style, complete with suspenders and mustache.)

ANGEL: Lorne?

LORNE: (in a southern accent) Oh, round these parts, folks call me Honky-Tonk. (spits into a spittoon)

(...)

LORNE: Hey, why so down in the dumpster, partner? You look like you just had to put down your last puppy.

(Harmony, dressed like a waitress at the Copacabana, brings a drink to Lorne.)

ANGEL: I think... I think I'm lost.

LORNE: Order a drink!

ANGEL: Everything hurts.

LORNE: Now you're gettin' it. Everything hurts, and then we die. Or in your case, everything hurts and... then you go on... (hits a low note on the piano) and on... (hits a lower note on the piano) and on... (hits a lower note on the piano) and on.

ANGEL: I don't know what to do.

LORNE: Why don't you give me an earful of them pretty pipes of yours? Let me suss it out.

(starts playing My Darling Clementine while the spotlight shines on Angel)

LORNE: Well, sing out, Louise.

(Angel tries to sing, but only makes faint squeaks. The room is eerily silent.)

FRED: (bored) I told you he was empty.

(The camera turns to show Fred, Wesley, and Gunn sitting at a bar table watching Angel and Lorne.)

WESLEY: Yes, but this is ridiculous! We paid good money for this. We paid blood for this.

LORNE: (to Angel) Crowd's turning on ya, sport.

(Gunn's snarls, revealing cat-eyes; he hisses angrily at Angel.)

EVE: You poor thing. You're really suffering, aren't you?

LORNE: (to Angel) You still got that thing on your shirt?

(Angel looks down to see the blue slimy creature is on his chest, munching away. He puts his left hand over it and pulls it off of his chest. The instant Angel pulls the creature off of his chest, he awakens with a fright. He's still holding the creature in his hand. It screeches, and he squeezes it to death.)

EVE: Wow. You killed junior.

(Angel turns to see Eve standing at his bedroom door holding a box—the same box that was on her bedside table. )

ANGEL: Eve?

EVE: I'm not here, Angel. You're dreaming. But don't worry. The dream's almost over.

(Eve opens the box, letting out a substantially larger blue creature of the same sort that was on Angel before.)

(fade to black, commercial, resume)

ANGEL: No!

(he knocks the creature away, starts crawling towards the phone)

• Angel & Lorne (the Host)
• Eve & Lindsey plot
• Prophetic/Mystical/Hallucinary Dreams

written by: Brent Fletcher; Original transcript by CariCranberry. Edited & formatted by me.. Full transcript at:
http://www.buffyworld.com/angel/season5/transcripts/5x10_tran.php