(resume from commercial)

SAHJHAN: So, my home, uninvited guests, this can't end well.

GUNN: This is the guy, right?

(Fred nods. SahJhan recognizes Justine.)

SAHJHAN: Hi honey, I remember you. One of Holtz's groupies. -- You tried to cut off my head.

(He sends her flying)

SAHJHAN: Can't tell you how much I missed doing that.

(Fred starts dialing her cell phone)

SAHJHAN: I also missed gravity, friction and smashing things to pieces.

(he breaks a chair on the table, leaving a leg as a club)

SAHJHAN: Let's start with your skulls.

ANGEL: (arriving) Or yours.

(Justine takes the opportunity to flee)

SAHJHAN: Angel. I'm guessing I have you to thank for the whole mortal coil thing.

ANGEL: Yeah. Tell you what, take me to the Quor-toth world, help me find my son -- we'll call it even.

SAHJHAN: Really? You and me, buddy cop summer release? We iron out our wacky differences and bond? Don't think so.

ANGEL: You're takin' me there.

SAHJHAN: Couldn't even if I wanted to.

ANGEL: You're lying.

SAHJHAN: No, that, I'm telling the truth about. Whole universe could go kaplooie. Bad for me, bad for America

FRED: So what are you lyin' about?

SAHJHAN: Oh, well. I don't like to brag but... read any good prophecies lately?

GUNN: You wrote the prophecies.

SAHJHAN: More a re-write.

FRED: The father will kill the son.

SAHJHAN: Yeah. I flitted back and forth in time, changed the one that threatened me, polished some others. (beat) Flitted in a manly way. Just so we're clear. (to Angel) You're not really my enemy. You're in my home and I'm gonna kick your ass but you were never really the point.

ANGEL: (getting it) It was Connor.

SAHJHAN: Boy, can't put one over on you, can you? Oh wait, already did. It's pretty freaky the first time you see your name in a true prophecy, all carved in blood on an official scroll. (to Angel) The one sired by the vampire with a soul shall grow to manhood and kill SahJhan. Me.

FRED: So you planted false prophecies. That Angel would kill his son... and Wesley believed them.

SAHJHAN: Thank God he had some spine. Holtz was useless. Wanted to raise your kid as his own. I'm living' with a knife over my heart for eleven hundred years and he's into petty revenge. If he'd just killed the thing while it was still in its mother we coulda avoided all of this --

(Angel vamps, lunges at Sahjahn. There's a scuffle, during which Fred throws hot coals at Sahjahn's face.)

SAHJHAN: Do I look like I need more skin problems?

(he sends Fred flying. Angel attacks again, but Sahjhan's winning. He's preparing to stake Angel when Justine sneaks back in unseen, carying an urn)

FRED: (re: SahJhan and Angel) He's gonna...

SAHJHAN: I hadda put your boy down. Pity, kid had a big future. I mean big. Well we all gotta go sometime.

(Justine opens the urn, and Sahjahn starts to feel the pull)

SAHJHAN: No, no... don't do that!... Oh fuh--

(he's sucked in. Justine closes the lid)

JUSTINE: Holtz left it.

ANGEL: Thanks.

FRED: (to Justine) What about Wesley?

JUSTINE: The park next to his place... that's where I... left him.

• Troclon Prophecy, Sahjahn, etc

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