(The door opens and Lorne comes in.)

LORNE: Am I happy to see you. You're still a knight for hire, yeah? Well, I'm hiring. I need you to kill something. I suppose you want the particulars, so here they are: it's called a Drokken.

WESLEY: Drokken?

LORNE: You won't find it in your books. Not from any world you've ever heard of.

ANGEL: How did it get here?

LORNE: Portal. Right in the middle of my Steve Wonder tune. Totally threw me off. And you know how I hate to disappoint an audience. But I digress. What's important is that you kill this Drokken, And this part I can't stress enough: kill it you must.

ANGEL: Where is it?

LORNE: No idea. But I imagine it's getting pretty hungry by now.

(Quick flash to the Drokken, attacking and eating two guys outside a club, then approaching a women near her car, causing her to scream.)

ANGEL: That's all you got for us?

WESLEY: What is it doing here? What does it want? What is it capable of?

LORNE: Who cares? It trashed my club, my clientele.

ANGEL: I thought violence wasn't possible in Caritas. Isn't it supposed to be a sanctuary?

LORNE: I didn't say the Drokken *killed* anyone. I mean, it knocked over a couple of my regulars. There were angry glances. I sensed some bad intentions. Not a nice fellow. Bad, bad beast. Did I mention the teeth?

ANGEL: You mentioned the teeth.

LORNE: Are you gonna help me or do I have to break out my Champion Rolodex?

ANGEL: Okay, we can start at Caritas, do a circular search say, one mile in diameter, keep moving out, hope we get lucky, huh?

CORDELIA: Angel. (She nods at Wesley)

ANGEL: Sorry. I didn't ... mean to step on your toes, Wesley.

WESLEY: Quite all right.

CORDELIA: Wesley's kind of our new leader now.

LORNE: It's been a long time coming. Congrats. (To Angel) And kudos to you. Nice choice of conductor to lead your symphony. (To Wes) So, what do we do now?

WESLEY: Well, um ... Angel's right. Barring more promising leads a circular search pattern for the beast seems best.

LORNE: I like it.

LORNE: Hey, what's with her? (Cordelia doubles over groaning.)

WESLEY: Food poisoning.

ANGEL: From a very expensive appetizer. Or possibly a vision.

ANGEL: You're okay?

CORDELIA: Why does everyone *always* ask me that? Do I *look* okay?!

WESLEY: What did you see?

CORDELIA: A woman. She was at the public library. I think she works there. She was reading a book.

LORNE: As scary as *that* sounds ... crazed, rabid Drokken on the loose here? Kind of in first position.

CORDELIA: There was an opening behind her. Something magical. A portal.

ANGEL: Portal?

LORNE: A portal?

WESLEY: Like the one from which this Drokken beast materialized in Caritas?

LORNE: We--we don't know that for a fact.

WESLEY: There's our connection. We better get to the library. They'll be closing soon.

ANGEL: Right.

LORNE: How fortunate that the Powers That Be haven taken an interest in my -- I mean, the problem I've brought to your -- Uh, it's really quite a break.

ANGEL: You coming?

LORNE: I, uh .. thought you'd never ask.

(Follows reluctantly)

• Angel & Lorne (the Host)

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