(Cordelia enters the Hyperion, a fully operational Hotel.)


CORDELIA: (to Concierge) Hi. Excuse me.

CONCIERGE: Ah, yes, can we help... (Looks up) Oh, Miss Chase. How can you help me? Ah, how can I help with... (Gives a little laugh) How can we help you?

CORDELIA: I believe my assistant made a reservation.

CONCIERGE: (checks book) Ah. The, ah, luxury suite. I will take you right up to my room. *Your* room, I meant. Welcome to the Hyperion.

(Cut to corridor.)

CONCIERGE: Here we are, Ms. Chase. (Pulls out a key) The luxury suite.

CORDELIA: No. (Points at a door) This one. (Closes her eyes for a moment) I want this one.

CONCIERGE: W-ww, that's, ah, that's ah, that's a *standard* Miss Chase. It's hardly fitting for someone of your...

CORDELIA: Open it?

CONCIERGE: Yes, certainly.

(Cordelia looks around - intercut with flashes of the same suite when Angel was using it.)

CORDELIA: This wallpaper...

CONCIERGE: Ah, yes. Designed by renowned artist Jacques Latour. Part of the remodeling we... (Cordelia starts to rip it off the wall) Ha, ha... Yes, ah, ah, mmm, I hate that wallpaper. That's bad, bad wallpaper.

(Cordelia has ripped enough paper to reveal the address she wrote while 'borrowing' Angel's body.)

CORDELIA: One seven one Oak. (Turns to the Concierge) Where is that?

CONCIERGE: Ah...

written by: Mere Smith; Originally transcribed by anonymous. Edited, formatted and checked against source for this site by Ann. . Full transcript at:
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