(Lorne is illustrating his story with stuffed animals)

LORNE: So, Sammy's at the Flamigo, and Frank, Dino, Peter, Joey, and Shirley are all front row center. Well, Sammy starts singing 'I Did It My Way' then he stops and says 'I can't sing this song in front of you, Frank.' The crowd loves it. They're laughing. Ha, ha, ha, ha. So, then Frank calls out 'hey, you're short, you're one-eyed, and I heard somewhere you're Jewish. Don't be intimidated!' The crowd goes wild!

(Lorne breaks off as the door opens and Fred, Angel, and Gunn stride in.)

LORNE: So, how'd it go?

GUNN: The Wraith-ers are no more.

ANGEL: Tore 'em apart.

FRED: Literally.

(Angel walks around the counter, opens the little fridge there and pours himself a glass of blood.)

LORNE: He has been so good the whole time his daddy's been gone. Do you miss your daddy? He's right here.

(Lorne looks over at Angel, who is busy chugging blood)

LORNE: Hey, Angel, I think Connor needs some papa-love.

ANGEL: He needs a lot of things. All day, every day.

LORNE: Well, yeah. That's kind of how kids...

ANGEL: Connor needs a bath, Connor needs a bottle, what Connor needs is to grow up!

LORNE: Is something wrong?

ANGEL: Gosh, no, Lorne, everything's just great! I got a kid that cries, pees and moans, and never gives me a moment to myself.

(Connor is crying now.)

LORNE: (to Connor) Oh, it's alright.

ANGEL: It's really not. Connor, shut up!

FRED: Don't yell at him. He's just a baby!

ANGEL: He keeps it up he's not gonna be a baby for long!

(With that Angel throws the glass at the wall, shattering it and spattering blood everywhere.)

GUNN: You better get a grip right now!

(Angel stares at the blood dripping down the wall, looks at the guys then back at the blood. He turns to look at Lorne.)

ANGEL: (frightened) What's wrong with me?

(commerical & resume)

ANGEL: Something's not right.

GUNN: You could say that.

LORNE: Ah, I couldn't help but notice - when did you start drinking so much blood?

ANGEL: I don't know. A few days ago.

FRED: Where did you get it?

ANGEL: Same butcher as always. It's - it's pig's blood. This last batch just seemed so much more...

GUNN: What?

ANGEL: Tasty.

GUNN: You were all hyped this morning. Then you went all Tyson on those demons. Then you kinda crashed. Then you had another drink, then you started throwing things.

FRED: Mm-hmm, just like my aunt Viola and her Southern Comfort.

ANGEL: Hey. Vampire. Need to drink something red. Doesn't make me a blood-aholic.

LORNE: Not unless someone's spiking your drink.

FRED: Let's find out.

(... later ...)

GUNN: (to Angel, RE: Connor) You wanna hold him? He's sleeping.

ANGEL: Maybe that's not such a good idea right now.

FRED: So, there is more to pig's blood than meets the eye. There's just a trace of...

ANGEL: Human blood in it. I can feel it. It's his. It's Connor's.

GUNN: How do you know that?

ANGEL: The past couple of days he's... (ashamed) smelled like food.

LORNE: So, they've been feeding you your own son's blood so you'd get the taste of it and want more.

FRED: Who's 'they'?

ANGEL: Who do you think?

• Angel & Connor

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