HARMONY: OK... just act normal. Hi! How's it hangin'? Love the pocket square.

(notcing Rudy testing peoples' blood, Harmony slouches into her seat to avoid being visible above the counter)

ANGEL: (walking up) Blood?

HARMONY: (looking at her clothes) Where?!

ANGEL: That's what I'd like to know. Where's my blood? Harmony, I got the demon summit today, and you're late, and— What are you doing?

HARMONY: Desk crunches. Get fit while you sit. You should see my abs. You wanna? Mug o' blood, coming right up, boss.

ANGEL: Harmony...

HARMONY: Huh?

ANGEL: I can't afford to have anything go wrong today.

HARMONY: What could go wrong?

(in the break room, nuking Angel's drink)

HARMONY: OK... I remember the talking. Hi, I'm Harmony. You look thirsty. Well, why don't I drink a couple quarts of your blood, then, Tom...Terry... Uhh! Drinking. That's my problem. Too much drinking. I don't even remember taking him home. Damn lemon drops. I never should have— Fred! She made me talk to him! She's responsible for—

DAN: You did it again!

HARMONY: (panicked) It's not my fault!

DAN: What?

HARMONY: Uh... You can't blame me because Angel gets grumpy when he's hungry.

(Harmony takes the thermos covered in shiny unicorn stickers out of the refrigerator and starts drinking from it directly. Suddenly, she can't get enough... she's guzzling. Then she notices that the rest of the people in the break room are staring at her.)

HARMONY: Oh... Stress eating. Angel's all... about the summit, and, you know, I'm his right arm, so, the stress, and... the...

(cell phone rings, she puts down the thermos and answers it)

HARMONY: Hi, boss. Uh, there was a line at the microwave? I'm coming!

(back at her desk, where she's on the phone and looking over her to do list:

Big Demon Summit: __Remind Security of Summit x Arrange Transportation x Return Camel x Confirm Catering )

HARMONY: That's right. Chips and dip. I know. I told him. He just— wildebeest. Really? (ponders a moment, then shakes head) No, we better just stick with the chip-dip thing. Thanks.

(she hangs up phone)

HARMONY: OK. It's all peachy. Just get through the day and I'm home...

(stares at a woman's neck as she walks by, listening to her heart beating)

HARMONY: Ohh... (telephone rings) Angel's office. One moment, please.

(buzzes intercom)

ANGEL: (on phone) Yeah?

HARMONY: There's a Detective Griffin for you.

ANGEL: Put him through.

(Harmony presses buttons on the phone, but doesn't hang up.)

ANGEL: This is Angel. (watching Harmony listen in)

MAN: Yeah, this is Dave Griffin, L.A.P.D. Thought you'd wanna know, we found a body this morning. Vampire attack. Looks like he was—

ANGEL: (to phone) Hold on. (yells) Harmony? I got it!

HARMONY: Oh. Right. Sorry. (hangs up) Oh, God. Oh, God!

(Gunn and Wesley walk to Angel's office with determination. Harmony panics and waves her hands nervously)

HARMONY: Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, oh, God!

GUNN: Do you know what this is about?

WESLEY: Perhaps one of the Vinjis set down a teacup improperly.

ANGEL: Worse. Just got off the phone with the L.A.P.D. They found a body.

HARMONY: Where? Did he say where?

ANGEL: City dump, wrapped in a laundry bag.

WESLEY: And the police called you because...

ANGEL: Apparently, we own them.

GUNN: Right. Makes sense.

WESLEY: Of course.

ANGEL: Well, that, and they found my card on the victim. It was the liaison between the feuding clans.

GUNN: Toby Dupree?

HARMONY: Toby! That was his... (notices the others turn their attention to her) ...name. Really? Huh. You don't hear unusual names like that anymore.

ANGEL: We're gonna have to do some serious damage control.

GUNN: You think? Demon rights activist gets munched by a vamp on our watch?

HARMONY: (to herself) He told me he was an astronaut.

WESLEY: No telling how the clans are gonna take this. Superstitious as they are, they may see it as an omen or—

HARMONY: So, this cop? He doesn't have any actual real info, right?

WESLEY: It is possible that someone's trying to send a message, derail the summit.

HARMONY: Ooh! Yeah! That must be it! The derailing thing. That—that makes sense. Right?

written by: Sarah Fain and Elizabeth Craft; Original transcript by CariCranberry. Edited & formatted by me.. Full transcript at:
http://www.buffyworld.com/angel/season5/transcripts/5x09_tran.php