DOYLE: (re-enacting last nights fight with a ruler) I'm the one you followed. It's me you want, huh? Fangs for the memories, vamp man! (notices Cordelia) Hey I was just... You know that wasn't...

CORDELIA: An incredible spaz attack? Good.

DOYLE: So you were... What can I do for you?

CORDELIA: Well, ahm, I was thinking, that, ah - maybe I haven't been - entirely fair to you. Maybe you don't actually have *zero* potential.

DOYLE: Wow, Cordelia. Thanks.

CORDELIA: That's not... What I'm trying to say is, that I really appreciate what you did last night. And, uhm, I was thinking - maybe we could... (blond woman enters office, Doyle turns to her) If you're looking for Angel Investigations, this is it. But we're kind of in the middle of something. Could you give us five minutes?

HARRY:(to Doyle) Hey, Francis.

DOYLE: Harry.

CORDELIA: Francis?

DOYLE: (to Harry) Uhm, where've you been?

HARRY: Around. Uhm, Kiribati, Togo, Uzbekistan, a few spots that were a - a little less touristy.

CORDELIA: Who's Francis?

DOYLE: That would be me. Allen Francis Doyle. Cordelia, this is Harry - my wife.

HARRY: I'm sorry about the surprise. I would've called first but I was afraid...

DOYLE: I'd run off? That's not my style, remember?

HARRY: But it's mine? Is that what you're saying? Do you want me to remind you who fired the starter pistol? No, let's not, okay? Let's just hug and be happy to see each other.

(They hug, Cordelia looks away.)

HARRY: You look good.

DOYLE: Yeah, you, too.

HARRY: You're still living it up? You know that drinking's no good for you.

DOYLE: Well, you know me. I'm a fun-loving guy.

ANGEL: What's going on?

CORDELIA: Angel, come meet Doyle's wife.

ANGEL: (shakes Harry's hand without hesitation) Nice to meet you.

HARRY: Hi. Cool offices.

DOYLE: Yeah, I'm a private investigator now. And this is my company. These two are, uh, my helpers.

CORDELIA: Ugh, that ah...(Angel hits her with his elbow) ouch! You two were really married?

HARRY: Were and still - according to the paperwork.

CORDELIA: So, it was a green card thing.

HARRY: Nope, it was a 'madly in love couldn't live without each other' kind of thing. But I guess times change, because here we are, four years later living just fine.

DOYLE: So, shall we go on to why you're here exactly?

HARRY: Maybe we could talk alone?

DOYLE: Yeah.

(Richard sticks his head into the office.)

HARRY: Oh, I thought you were going to stay in the car?

RICHARD: I know, but - I admit it, curiosity got the better of me. (shakes Angel's hand) Hey, Richard Straley. I've heard so much about you. (to Harry) Say, you left out the part about him being such a handsome fellow.

ANGEL: I'm not...

RICHARD: Oh, you, you are! Really.

ANGEL: I'm not Doyle. He is.

RICHARD: Oh, that's more like it. (to Doyle) Not that you're not a very good-looking man.

HARRY: Richard, just shake his hand.

RICHARD: Ah, forgive me, I'm not quite myself. What with the wedding only a few days off now.

DOYLE: (to Harry) There's a wedding?

RICHARD: I wasn't supposed to say that yet, was I?

CORDELIA: No, please, go on.

ANGEL: Cordelia, let's, let's go through those reports, hmm?

CORDELIA: What? What reports? What?

(Angel pulls Cordelia away.)

• Cordelia & Doyle
• Doyle's lifestyle choices & shady dealings

written by: Tracey Stern; Originally transcribed by anonymous. Edited, formatted for this site and checked against source by Ann.. Full transcript at:
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