ANGEL: We haven't done anything to you.

ILLYRIA: Jealous. Plankton envying the ocean that holds them.

ANGEL: Yeah, that's great. Listen, I got things--

(he starts to walk off; she grabs him and lifts him)

ILLYRIA: Ridiculous apes. My death won't prevent your dying. What have you done to me?!

ANGEL: Get your damn hands off me.

(Illyria doubles over in pain, clutching her stomach. Cut way back to Wes's office. But now, Angel is with her)

WESLEY: Are you all right?

ANGEL: No, I'm not all right. (to Illyria) What the hell did you do to me?

WESLEY: (surprised) Angel.

ILLYRIA: (to Angel) You weren't here before.

WESLEY: Who--where did--what just happened?

ILLYRIA: An aberration in the time line. It wasn't like this--

(doubles over, clutching her stomach, screaming in agony)

ILLYRIA: Aaaaah!

(cut back to the basement where Illyria rescued Gunn. Angel is again along for the ride)

ANGEL: Damn it! What the hell was this?

ILLYRIA: You followed me.

(Angel sees Gunn lying on the table, still wearing the necklace)

ANGEL: Gunn?

ILLYRIA: You've been swept up in my wake.

ANGEL: This is the holding dimension.

ILLYRIA: How did you worms accomplish this?

ANGEL: We didn't. We--accomplish what?

ILLYRIA: You ripped me out of linear progression, tore my time line into shreds, and stitched it back together out of sequence.

ANGEL: (angrily) Are you kidding?!

ILLYRIA: You caged me in this fractured time frame, in moments that repeat themselves over and over without deviation. (to herself) But I don't say these words. I rip the necklace off. I lift him from the table. We speak. And the demon attacks again.

(she punches the demon)

ILLYRIA: Is it of your sciences? How do you unweave time in this way?

ANGEL: This isn't us. We don't have the power to do--

(she punches Angel, sending him flying across the room)

ILLYRIA: Do you know what you were when I was young? You were the muck at our feet. We called you the ooze that eats itself. You were pretty at night. You sparkled, and you stank. You still stink of it!

ANGEL: Will you just shut up for once?!

ILLYRIA: What?

ANGEL: My God, the speechifying. Has it ever occurred to you that now might not be the best time for when-we-were-muck stories?

ILLYRIA: You dare to speak to me in this--

ANGEL: (yelling) Yes, I dare. And, yes, we are looking for a way of controlling you any way that we can. I can't have an x factor like you bouncing around unchecked.

ILLYRIA: Bouncing around?!

ANGEL: Yes, and I know you would do the same thing. I know that for a fact. But this is my kingdom, lady, not yours!

ILLYRIA: Your kingdom! I am Illyria, god-king of the primordium, shaper of things!

ANGEL: Yeah, well, that was then--

(Illyria doubles over in pain, screaming. Cut to the trainingroom, the bodies of Lorne & Wesley on the floor, little piles of dust for Angel and Spike)

ANGEL: This is... Now.

ILLYRIA: Yes. Nothing's what it used to be, is it?

ANGEL: No...

ILLYRIA: These are the fruits of your attempt to murder me. Your kingdom turned to ash and stale wind. I slew the white-haired one first.

ANGEL: This can't be.

ILLYRIA: And then Wesley, as he raised his weapon... and your demon clown as he wilted in terror.

ANGEL: And I'm next.

ILLYRIA: No, vampire.

(she throws her axe into a pile of dust that used to be Angel)

ILLYRIA: You were last.

ANGEL: Why?

ILLYRIA: You know nothing of this. You're from an earlier point in the time line. You are a paradox. You're impossible.

ANGEL: We attacked you.

ILLYRIA: I didn't give you the chance. That you learn when you become a king.

(doubles over, holding her head)

ILLYRIA: You learn to destroy everything that's not utterly yours. All that matters is victory. That's how your reign persists. You're a slave to an insane construct. You are moral. A true ruler is as moral as a hurricane, empty but for the force of his gale.

(groans, doubles over, holding her head)

ILLYRIA: But you... trapped in the web of the Wolf, the Ram, the Hart. So much power here, and you quibble at its price. If you want to win a war, you must serve no master but your ambition.

(doubles over, holding her head)

ILLYRIA: Aaaaah! Oh, you have not lied. My undoing is beyond you, your people. Something is broken inside me. Aaah! My power is too great! I know this now, as I know it every time I come to this moment.

ANGEL: Illyria, if I'm here, if I am paradox, then this can all change, can't it? You said things had been altered, what you said, what you did. You can change this outcome!

ILLYRIA: Change is constant. Yet things remain the same.

(A glowing blue fracture appears in Illyria's cheek. Her body starts cracking apart, shooting out blue light everywhere. She explodes, sending Angel back in the force of the explosion.)

written by: Ben Edlund; Original transcript by CariCranberry. Edited & formatted by me.. Full transcript at:
http://www.buffyworld.com/angel/season5/transcripts/5x19_tran.php