JUDY: (Leans out of her room) Hey. Can you come in here for a sec?

(Angel steps into her room.)

JUDY: Did you hear?

ANGEL: Hear what?

JUDY: The guy in 215 - it wasn't a suicide. He was murdered.

ANGEL: I don't think so.

JUDY: No, it's true. Which means there's going to be *police* - and-and questions, and-and I though that you'd want to know, in case, maybe, ah, not implying that *you've* got something to hide but...

ANGEL: Everyone here's got something to hide.

JUDY: Yeah. I-I just figured that I owed you a heads up, on account of what you did for me before. So...

ANGEL: Thanks.

JUDY: I guess if we left now it would look, umh, I don't know, bad, huh?

ANGEL: That all depends. This have anything to do with that *PI* I tossed out of here?

JUDY: You knew he wasn't my boyfriend.

ANGEL: I had a hunch.

JUDY: I'm pretty sure he works for my former employers, the City Trust Bank of Salina, Kansas. I was a teller there. (pulls a satchel from under the bed) I think maybe they want this back.

(She opens it, Angel sees $1000 bundles of bank notes.)

JUDY: I haven't spent any of it. Not a dime. I-I can't even bring myself to touch it.

ANGEL: Why take it?

JUDY: I don't know. I was angry, and I guess I just, I panicked. I mean, things were going so well! I-I loved this job, and I loved this guy. We were gonna get married, and, they found out about me at the bank, and so they fired me. And then Peter found out why and he broke it off and I just couldn't go back to where I came from. I couldn't. So I took this and I-I just ran. Aren't gonna ask me why they fired me?

ANGEL: Why'd they fire you?

JUDY: Because I'm not what I say I am. I've been passing since I was 15 years old.

ANGEL: Passing?

JUDY: For white. My mother was colored, my father - I didn't even know him! My blood isn't pure. It's tainted.

ANGEL: It's just blood, Judy. It's all just blood.

JUDY: Nobody believes that! Not even my *mother's family*. I'm not one thing or the other. I am nothing.

ANGEL: I know what that's like.

JUDY: Yes. Yes, I am. I *am* something. I'm a thief! I've never stolen anything before in my life. I swear it. It's just - the things that they called me.

ANGEL: Fear makes people do stupid things.

JUDY: It was stupid. And I wish I'd never done it.

ANGEL: I didn't mean you. I meant your former employers. They were afraid. That's why they fired you.

JUDY: What am I going to do? I am trapped!

ANGEL: You're not trapped.

JUDY: I am! Look, if I leave now it'll look too suspicious, but if I stay here and the cops find this...

ANGEL: They're not gonna find it. 'Cause I'm gonna help you.

(...)

JUDY: I guess I'll be okay down here. It's only for a few days. Just until the cops are gone.

ANGEL: Judy, there are no cops.

JUDY: Well, not yet. Oh God, I-I can't go to prison. I just - I can't. Just the thought of being confined, trapped. It would be like death. No. No. It would be something worse than death. It'd be (Angel hides the bag) it'd be - like - like being buried alive!

(Angel hears the demonic whispering.)

ANGEL: I want you to go back to your room and stay there. There's something in this hotel - something that's making people crazy.

JUDY: Hey, do you think that if - if somehow - the money ended up on the banks doorstep, and if they saw that I didn't spend any of it, you think they'd call off that detective? Maybe I could be free of this whole thing.

ANGEL: Maybe.

JUDY: I mean, there is such a thing as forgiveness, right?

(Blend to present day basement, Angel retrieving money bag - its contents untouched. Suddenly the same whispering starts.)

• Angel's Mission
• historical flash backs

written by: Tim Minear; Original transcript anonymous. Edited and formatted by Ann.. Full transcript at:
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