FRED: (to people outside the bookstore, surrounding her) Here I am. Come and get me.

JASMINE: Fred.

SHOPKEEPER: Hey, Fred.

FRED: You know my name.

SHOPKEEPER: You're famous.

FRED: (still holding the axe) I'll chop out your implants, you come any closer.

SHOPKEEPER: No need to worry. We're under strict orders not to hurt you.

FRED: So, Jasmine's coming for me?

SHOPKEEPER: Yeah. Could I get your autograph?

FRED: Anything for a fan. Who should I sign it to? (reaches inside the desk drawer)

JASMINE: (walks into the shop, followed by Angel and Connor) To me, of course. (to the shopkeeper) And to reward you for your faithfulness: Dallas, November 22, 1963—there was no second gunman. Oswald acted alone.

SHOPKEEPER: Oh, my God!

JASMINE: You know that I love you, don't you, Fred? And there's nothing that you can do or say to make me stop loving you.

FRED: I'm so sorry.

JASMINE: It's OK. I forgive you.

FRED: No, I'm talking to Angel. I hope he can forgive me.

(Fred raises a gun, points it at Jasmine, and shoots. The bullet goes through Jasmine, and, covered in her blood, pierces the shoulder of Angel, who's standing right behind her. Angel vamps out in a rage and charges Fred, violently pulling her out from behind the front desk. He pushes her back against the desk, takes the gun from her hand, and points it at her jaw. )

ANGEL: Dumb idea for such a smarty. You know bullets don't kill me. (cocks the gun) Want to see how they work on you?

FRED: (crying) Look at her.

(Angel looks at Jasmine and sees the same horrifying face that Fred saw before—rotting, maggoty, bloody flesh. Angel's vamp face recedes as shock overtakes him. He shakes his head in disbelief and backs away from Fred. He drops the gun.)

ANGEL: No.

JASMINE: Angel.

FRED: (to Angel) I'm sorry. I had to show you. I'm so sorry.

CONNOR: Show you what?

ANGEL: No. It can't be. No.

JASMINE: My blood...

CONNOR: Dad, what's going on?

JASMINE: Don't. He's been infected. I'm sorry, Connor. He's as dead to us as Fred.

FRED: (picks up the gun, points it at Jasmine) I loved you so much.

(Fred shoots the gun at Jasmine's body three more times before Connor charges at Fred, knocking her down behind the front desk.)

CONNOR: (to Jasmine) We need to get you out of here.

(Angel walks past Connor toward Fred, but Connor grabs Angel and throws him against a bookshelf.)

CONNOR: You ruined everything. (throws Angel behind the front desk, then to Jasmine) I don't understand. How'd it happen?

(Angel picks up Fred in his arms and carries her out of the store. Connor goes to follow, but Jasmine stops him.)

JASMINE: Let them go.

CONNOR: They need to be stopped.

JASMINE: (through gritted teeth) I need your help.

SHOPKEEPER: (stands) Wow. So much blood.

JASMINE: Stay away from it—both of you. We need to clean this up.

CONNOR: I'll do it.

JASMINE: (frowns) No. Burn it to the ground.

SHOPKEEPER: (too quickly) OK. You want me to stay here?

• Angel & Fred
• The Beast, the Beast's Master, Jasmine, etc

written by: Jeffrey Bell; Original transcript by CariCranberry. Edited and formatted for this site by me.. Full transcript at:
http://www.buffyworld.com/angel/season4/transcripts/85_tran.php