WHITE COP: I'm telling you this creep knows what happened. He's playing us.

BLACK COP: Maybe. He's got mental problems.

WHITE COP: I don't care about that. We got one body already -- and if *she* dies ...

BLACK COP: If she dies, he's all yours.

(They walk back into the interrogation room where a dark-haired man wearing a dark jacket is sitting slumped at the table, his face buried in one arm.)

BLACK COP: We can help you. Tell us what you know and we send you back down to holding. (The man doesn't move) Stay quiet and my partner here will dent your skull.

WHITE COP: (bangs his hands on the table) Hey! You listening?

BLACK COP: My guess is you got yourself involved in something a little bigger than you expected. You got scared, you panicked, and in the end there was an officer on the floor. Not to mention the body without a head. Do yourself a favor and ...

(The man finally straightens up and bangs a fist on the table. It's Wesley.)

WESLEY: She shouldn't have been there. She didn't know! I had to warn him. He didn't know what he was getting into. None of them did. If they'd known, they wouldn't ... You didn't bring it here, did you? (Looks to the side, then gives a relieved smile) No. No, then it'd be too late for all of us. He grabbed her hard -- very hard. I'm quite good with the ladies myself, you know.

BLACK COP: Just tell us what happened.

WESLEY: It all went horribly wrong.

(He remembers a blonde person slipping to the floor, released by a vamp-faced Angel with blood on his lips.)

WESLEY: None of us knew the effect it would have, until it was too late. I tried to stop him, but I got hit, and I fell ... and when I looked up, he had her. He was holding her, then -- she was on the floor. If we'd found out sooner, I would have stopped him. I would have.

BLACK COP: Stopped who?

WESLEY: He should never have *been* there! Of all people he should never ... You don't tell *him* what to do. He's the boss.

WHITE COP: The boss?

WESLEY: He helps people, you know? When he's not in trouble himself. Cordy and I tried to get him out of there. She was with me. Oh God. Cordelia?

• Angel & Wesley

written by: Jim Kouf; Original transcript anonymous. Edited, formatted and checked against source by chicken_cem. . Full transcript at:
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