(LA, night, Angel's convertible, Wesley in the passenger seat, Lorne in the back slowly drives up the street.)

LORNE: Here. Stop here.

ANGEL: Here? Isn't this a movie studio?

LORNE: It makes a certain kind of sense, no? - Anyway, this is where Aggie said it was. And Aggie is never wrong when it comes to hotspots. She was doing sky bar way before Brad and Jennifer. - Anyway - you got the book? (Wesley holds it up) Good. Hold that puppy tight, okay? It's bad enough I got to cross over. The last thing I wanna do is to be stuck on the other side, waiting for a mystical locksmith.

WESLEY: Alright then. I suppose we should probably begin.

ANGEL: Should I... you know, I don't know, put the top up?

WESLEY: Shouldn't be necessary. If I'm right, we only require a metal enclosure on four sides in order to ensure that we travel through the portal together. The car, top up or down, should do it. - I'm almost positive.

ANGEL: Almost.

WESLEY: Ninety - six percent. Well, it's not like I've ever done this before! And with the time factor I'm under a great deal of...

GUNN: Oh, suck it up, English.

(Gunn hops into the convertible.)

WESLEY: Gunn. How did you..?

GUNN: Got a phone message. Sounded like the captain of the Titanic getting ready to go down with the ship.

(Wesley looks at Angel.)

ANGEL: I-I just thought that someone on this side should know the details. In case...

LORNE: A backup man! Terrific idea! Well, now that he's going, I suppose someone should stay here, mind the store. Don't worry, I'm not disappointed. Just get me something nice to...

(Lorne tries to get out of the car, but the other three each put a hand out to push him back down.)

ANGEL and GUNN and WESLEY: (in chorus) Shut up.

WESLEY: Everyone set?

GUNN: Let's get a move on.

WESLEY: Right. Here goes. - Krv Drpglr pwlz chkwrt strplmt dwghzn prqlrzn lffrmtplzt!

(Gunn stares as the portal begins to form in front of them.)

GUNN: Cool.

ANGEL: Ninety-six percent, huh?

WESLEY: Give or take.

ANGEL: Okay, gentlemen, take a good look around. Now say good-bye!

(Looks over at Wesley, then guns the car for the portal. As the car disappears into the swirly hole the book drops onto the street behind it, smoking ever so slightly. They land in Pylea, in the woods, in daylight.)

• Funnies
• Lorne's Pylea & family issues

written by: Mere Smith; Original transcript anonymous. Edited, formatted for this site and checked against source by Sylvia.. Full transcript at:
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