(Wesley knocks on Angel's door just as he's laying Connor down)

ANGEL: Come on in. (to Connor) It's okay. Shh. I'll get you some food. You're hungry, aren't you? (To Wes as he walks over to the kitchenette) Have a nice walk? (Lights the gas stove) How're you doing? - Really?

WES: I've had better days.

ANGEL: I know the feeling. I figured it out. How I really knew about Aubrey. - All that pain, that rage... the only way she could deal was to join Holtz, take her revenge. - You know how I knew that?

WESLEY: Because you would have done the same.

ANGEL: It scares me. - You know? - If anything like that ever happened to Connor, I don't know what I'd... I love my son.

WESLEY: Love can be a terrible thing.

ANGEL: I used to think that. I thought love was - something that swallowed you whole, ripped you up inside, but, you know, what I feel for Connor, even that fear... - Wes, it's - it's not terrible. It's beautiful.

(Wes looks at Angel. Looks down and begins to laugh quietly. Looks back up at Angel, grinning.)

ANGEL: (smiling) What's so funny?

WESLEY: Life. Life is funny. Listening to stupid people talking to hamburgers is funny. Worrying about things that will never... - It's all so incredibly funny and - and beautiful.

(Angel is drying off the bottle as a second, harder earthquake hits. Pots and pans fall out of the cupboards. the stove topples over, and the gas catches fire. Angel grabs Connor.)

ANGEL: Come on, kid.

(Angel, holding Connor, jumps over the burning girder and heads for the door. Looking over, Angel sees that Wes is just standing there, staring into the flames.)

ANGEL: Wesley, get out!

(Angel grabs a hold of Wes and tosses him out into the hallway before hurrying after him. Angel, bleeding from a cut on his forehead, looks back into his apartment as another chunk of ceiling crashes down where Wes had been standing.)

ANGEL: (to Connor) It's okay. It's okay. It's alright.

(Wesley looks at the blood from Angel's head wound dripping down onto Connor's blanket. A light blue blanket with fluffy white clouds on it.)

WESLEY: Earthquake. Fire. Blood.

ANGEL: I thought we were gonna be trapped in there, huh? (Looks down at the bloodied blanket, then smiles at Wes) At least I would have had something to snack on.

(Wes looks horrified. Fade to black)

• Angel & Connor
• Angel & Wesley
• Troclon Prophecy, Sahjahn, etc

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