ANGEL: 1256 – that’s the house.

WESLEY: Angel?

(Angel turns to see Ryan in his pajamas walking towards the street. Ryan is about to get run over by a car coming down the street. Angel jumps out, runs across the street and tackles the boy off the street just in time.) Angel (to Ryan): You all right?

RYAN: Yeah. You’re bleeding. Are you gonna cry?

ANGEL: Uh... I don’t think so. (Looks at his shoulder then away with a smile) I don’t know. - Huh, - let me think. (Seriously) Ah, no – yeah – uh, no (smiles) not gonna cry. What’s your name?

RYAN: Ryan.

ANGEL: Ryan, you want to tell me what you were doing outside?

SETH: (running out of the house) Ryan! Son, you know better than this! Say ‘thank you’ to the nice man and you come inside!

PAIGE: Ryan! (Hugs him) Oh, my God. What happened?

SETH: He was in the street. He almost got hit. Paige... he’s fine.

PAIGE: God, my baby!

SETH: It’s cold. Let’s just get him inside.

PAIGE: (to Angel) You saved him. Thank God you were here.

SETH: (to Angel) Yeah. Thank you.

ANGEL: It’s okay. Ha, scamp, isn’t he?

PAIGE: Oh, you’re hurt. Your shoulder. You come inside.

(inside)

PAIGE: Are you sure you don’t want us to drive you to the emergency room? I think you may need some stitches.

ANGEL: I’ll be fine, really. I’m not a big bleeder.

PAIGE: We just moved in. We're still a little bit jumbled. It doesn’t get any easier, you know. Every new place you have to start over. Finding friends... people to talk to.

SETH: Ryan’s asleep. He’s out like a light.

ANGEL: Hmm, he seems like a nice boy.

PAIGE: He is. Thank you so much! (giddy laughing) That must be like the millionth time I've said that! Really, thank you. If there's anything we can do for you. Money? Or Seth’s an investment advisor. Do you need some advice?

ANGEL: No, nothing. But thank you.

SETH: (forced smile) Paige, honey, he probably just wants to go home and get cleaned up.

ANGEL: So how do you think Ryan got out on the street?

SETH: Climbed out the window.

PAIGE: We have burglar bars – but he must be able to fit between. We didn’t think of that, didn’t even bother checking.

ANGEL: So where do you think he was going?

SETH: Going? He wasn’t going anywhere.

ANGEL: So you think he was trying to get away from something.

SETH: What would he have to get away from in his own house?

(Cut to Wesley snooping around outside. he finds yellow slime)

WESLEY: Oh dear.

(Cut to Angel sitting in the sofa chair, while Seth lights a cigarette.)

SETH: This bother you?

ANGEL: No.

SETH: A lot of health nuts these days, you know? Like anyone needs to live forever.

ANGEL: No one needs that.

SETH: She’ll be right back with the bandages and then you can go.

ANGEL: Right. Uhm – Paige was telling me that you were new in town. (Paige comes in to put a bandage on Angel’s shoulder) Where did you – ah...

PAIGE: What? (She stares at Angel’s shoulder. It’s almost completely healed.) This was *much* worse.

ANGEL: Uh, it’s just a scratch. Uh, Seth was telling me about where you lived before.

PAIGE: Akron, uh – one winter there was enough.

SETH: You know what? Strikes me, you never told us your name.

ANGEL: Angel. Jones. Angel Jones.

PAIGE: Angel.

SETH: Honey.

(Paige pulls two ceramic angels out of a box and shows them to Angel. Seth rolls his eyes up.)

PAIGE (to Angel): See?

ANGEL: Angels?

PAIGE: I collect them! I think the angels are around us all the time, don’t you?

ANGEL: I-I think, uhm – there are – beings.

PAIGE: It’s a nice thought. Like someone’s looking out for us, keeping us out of danger. Tonight you really were our angel, weren’t you?

ANGEL: I think I was just in the right place.

SETH: It’s getting late.

PAIGE: Come to dinner.

SETH: Paige.

PAIGE: Tomorrow night. Say you will. Let us pay you back for looking after us.

SETH: We’ve taken up too much of Angel’s time already.

ANGEL: Can I bring something?

(outside)

ANGEL: Something's wrong in that house. Wife wants to talk, but the husband keeps getting in her way. I’m gonna come back tomorrow night.

WESLEY: Be careful.

ANGEL: I always am.

WESLEY: (holds up a vial of glowing yellow mucus) Be *especially* careful.

ANGEL: Plakticine.

WESLEY: I found it all around the foundation of the house.

ANGEL: So now we know.

WESLEY: Someone in that house is possessed by a demon.

written by: David Greenwalt & Jeanine Renshaw; Original transcript by anoymous. Edited, formatted for this site and checked against source by me.. Full transcript at:
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