OZ: How?s he doing?

DOYLE: He?ll live.

CORDELIA: Not without help. We need to get him to a hospital.

OZ: I hear you, but which one? They all tend to specialize in humans.

DOYLE: He?s right, too risky. Do you know any first aid?

OZ: Basic sixth grade, but I can improvise. If we can get him someplace dark, maybe I can...

ANGEL: Turn around!

OZ: Angel.

CORDELIA: He?s delirious. Ignore him.

ANGEL: Turn around!

CORDELIA: So you can do what? It?s daylight and you?re ringless. Unless you?re changing the act to ?human torch,? I don?t think so.

DOYLE: She?s right. You?re death on toast, man, in no shape to be fighting a torture demon.

(Angel pulls out the last poker still stuck in his side.)

ANGEL: God! Okay, he?s got a thing for children. Oz--turn around. He can?t have gone far.

(Oz spins the van around.)

(Marcus walks on the pier, looking at a group of scouts.)

MARCUS: Hello, boys and girls.

(Oz drives onto the pier and rams into him, sending him flying. Cordelia gets out.)

CORDELIA: Run. Move your little scout legs. NOW! Go! Come on!

(Oz shoots Marcus in the chest with a crossbow bolt. Marcus just pulls it back out and throws it away.)

DOYLE: Damn it. I?ll get him. (He and Marcus start to fight. Marcus knocks Doyle down.)

CORDELIA: Doyle!

OZ: You?re sure about this?

ANGEL: Yeah.

(Oz opens the side door and Angel launches himself out. He catches fire as he runs to tackle Marcus. They crash through the railing and into the water below.)

CORDELIA: Where is he?

(The dark area under the pier.)

MARCUS: What were you planning to do? Kill me?

ANGEL: Well, after all, I promised.

ANGEL: You never cracked me, Marcus.

(Angel impales Marcus on a broken beam.)

ANGEL: You tried, and you failed. Now that...that?s got to be torture.

(Angel pulls the ring off Marcus? finger, and he dusts with a scream. Angel slowly puts the ring on his hand and steps out from under the pier.)

CORDELIA: Are you all right?

ANGEL: Fine. (to Oz) Thanks for the help, man. You were key.

OZ: You?re...incredibly pale.

CORDELIA: Look, you should lie down. We should take you home.

DOYLE: Just give him a minute.

OZ: He?s very pale. Paler than most people.

written by: Douglas Petrie; Originally transcribed by anonymous. Edited, formatted for this site and checked by M'lyn.. Full transcript at:
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