Soulless

Gunn

If you kill him, I'm gonna lose you.

Gunn

We haven't even touched each other since—

Fred

(they both look down, avoid eye contact) Since we murdered Professor Seidel.

Fred

You've been keeping track of me?

Wesley

Yes.

Gunn

You move on Fred, and I'm gonna put you down hard.

Cordelia

It's coming, and no one can stop it. Connor, you never had a childhood, or anything that's real, and if this is the end, I want you to have something that is.

Angelus.

Angel

The Beast knows me.

Cordelia

No, it doesn't. It knows Angelus.

Angel

I'm telling ya, I don't know this beast.

Wesley

We need Angelus.

Fred

I'd much prefer we had a plan.

Wesley

(walks in the front door with a man dressed in purple robes) Wo-Pang. He can deliver Angelus to us.

Cordelia

What is that?

It's the receptacle that will house his soul.

It is done.

Cordelia

Angelus.

Lemme guess. Out-of-towners?

Yeah, Tucson.

Welcome to L.A. (hurls the stake at the vampire, dusting him) Tourists.

Fred

Seeing Angel's soul all floaty like that kinda makes me crazy.

Lorne

Yeah, it's not forever, sugar plum. We're just borrowing it.

Wesley

(opens the safe door, holds his hands out to Cordelia) Cordelia. (she hands him the receptacle)

Fred

Don't drop it.

Wesley

(turns to face everyone) Angel is gone.

Cordelia

I can't believe...it's done.

Gunn

Taking out Angel's soul. Putting it in a jar. I hope we know what we're doing.

Wesley

If Angelus knows how to destroy the Beast, it's all we've got.

Lorne

Yeah, otherwise, permanent midnight.

Cordelia

He's dangerous. I know. I've seen it. But we're doing the right thing.

Wesley

As long as we're very careful. Before Angelus was ensouled, his viciousness was mythic. You all know his history.

Fred

Killing, maiming, torture...

Lorne

Puppies nailed to walls. Thank you, Cordelia, for that lovely image. But, uh, I think that brings us up to speed.

Wesley

There's only one thing Angelus will be focused on: getting free so that he can slaughter us.

Cordelia

We're Angel's only link to humanity. Angelus will hate us for that. He'll want to make us suffer.

Wesley

Watch the monitor when I go down. Pay attention to everything he does, everything he says. He'll try to confuse you, to play on your emotions so you drop your guard. If he succeeds—even for an instant—we're all dead. (stands, paces) I spent my life training for this, and I'm still not ready. (pan out, viewing them from outside the room) He's smarter than I am, and a great deal more focused. (pan over to the front desk where there's a monitor showing Angelus in the cage) He'll exploit everything Angel knows about me and go for the jugular.

(singing) If you go into the woods tonight, you won't believe your eyes. If you go into the woods tonight, you're in for a big surprise...

18 INT. BASEMENT AT HOTEL / ANGEL INVESTIGATIONS Wesley walks downstairs into the basement and stands a few feet away from the cage. Angelus is lurking in the shadows.

Wesley

Angelus.

Wes. Why the long face? Aren't you happy to see me?

Wesley

Should I be?

Well, if it wasn't for you and your shaman friend, I wouldn't be here. I'm feeling the love.

Wesley

The choice was Angel's.

Angel, schmangel. You're the man with the brain.

Wesley

You're comfortable?

Nice acoustics. Wouldn't hate a chair.

Wesley

(rearranges the gun he's holding, paces) You'll have to forgive the accommodations. The last time you were free, you terrorized Sunnydale.

That slayer—she's a pistol.

Wesley

I've imagined this moment many times. Years of study, research... I've read everything ever written about you...

Stop, I'm blushing.

Wesley

To be one-on-one with the legendary Angelus. (sits in a chair a few feet away from the cage) As a former watcher, it's a high point.

(walks toward Wes) Buttering me up. Getting me all relaxed, hm? Not the most innovative interrogation technique, but... OK, I'll play.

Wesley

Is it a game?

Hey, open book. Anything you want to know. How sweet that virgin gypsy tasted. The special smell of a newborn's neck. My first nun—now that's a great story.

Wesley

We could start there.

(shakes his head) Don't be coy, Wes. You're just dying to know about the big Beastie. Fire away.

Wesley

All right. Did you know the beast?

(staring at Wesley) Well, now that's a question. Not a great question. Not even an insightful question. Not a Wyndham-Pryce-worthy question—

Wesley

If you knew the Beast, why wouldn't Angel remember?

I don't know. Maybe he doesn't remember the good times. Maybe he won't let himself. (rolls his eyes) So like him. (looks at Wes) Here's one for you: what's he deal with Angel and the Raiders of the Lost Ark?

Wesley

The movie?

The "perfect day" fantasy he came up with. Caves, booby traps, the requisite phallic sword.

Wesley

He fought the Beast in the fantasy?

Real candy-ass.

Wesley

The Beast?

Angel. Not enough to be the hero—couldn't be happy unless the whole gang's pitching in.

Wesley

So, he killed the Beast in this fantasy.

Had to. To get what he wanted. We all want something, Wes. It's the way of the world. Everybody's got an agenda.

Wesley

(leans back in his chair) And you want to tell me mine.

You want to come down here, get your vital stats on lava boy, play the big hero—

Wesley

I want to know how to kill the Beast. It has nothing to do with being a hero.

Sure it does, but why now? Can't be because there's an apocalypse coming—always one of those around the corner.

Wesley

Enlighten me.

(walks up to the cage bars) "Foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart." That's where you live.

Wesley

Meaning?

You want to impress the girl. Move in, get her to love you, and after a couple days of flowers and chocolate covered cherries, (bangs his hands on the bars) you'll bend her over the kitchen counter—

Wesley

That supposed to rattle me?

Kinda bony for my taste, but different strokes...

Wesley

The Beast called you an adversary.

(leaning against the bars, fondling them with his hands) Bet he loves to rub that shiny bald head against her soft, milky skin. Mmmm...good...

(through the monitor) Come on, Wes. Not like your schoolgirl crush is a secret.

Fred

Charles, remember, we can't believe anything Angelus says.

Gunn

(his arms crossed) How 'bout the stuff that's true? (looks at Fred) Can we believe that?

Cordelia

He distorts everything. He lies with the truth. It's part of what makes him so dangerous.

Lorne

Yeah, don't let him get to you, kiwi.

Gunn

He's not the only one that's gettin'.

Fred

Charles...

Gunn

I know. I know.

Fred

It's just words.

Wesley

(through the monitor) You've found a vulnerability, exploited it. Well done.

Wesley

Can we move on now?

I'm just getting started. Tell you this— (lets go of the bars) all that digging you've been doing on the horny giant—wrong place. (paces)

Wesley

(stands) And the right place?

I could tell you. (smirks) Wouldn't be sporting.

Wesley

(paces) But you were adversaries—you and the Beast.

Guy like me... friends, enemies...hard to keep track.

Wesley

(stops, looks at Angelus) If he was an enemy, I'd be doing you a favor in destroying him.

You know, you're not fooling anyone. Get some new clothes, cool haircut, hit the gym—you're still the same loser none of the other kids wanted to sit with at lunch.

Wesley

Yet you're locked in that cage, and I'm out here.

So? (walks up to the bars) You've got no leverage. What are you going to do? Kill me?

Wesley

If I have to.

(chuckles) Wait 'til they drop, Wes, then try that line again.

Wesley

I'll put your soul back. You won't talk, no problem—we'll bring Angel back and be no worse off than we were.

Making you a failure again.

Wesley

You want to waste my time, you can rot down here. (walks away)

Nice stamina, Wes. No wonder Fred's not interested. (Wes stops)

Wesley

Whatever your connection to the Beast, clearly you don't know anything that can help us. (starts walking upstairs)

Is this the part where I'm supposed to get defensive, start talking to prove you wrong? What else you got? (walks to the back wall, leans against it)

Wesley

(stops) You must hate it—that Angel fights evil.

Eats you up inside, doesn't it. Seeing all those idiots flock around him, calling him a champion. Anyone ever call you a champion?

Wesley

(turns to face Angelus) I do my part.

Right. Like letting Lilah suck Lorne's brain. Or, here's an oldie but a goodie: Faith. Good job being her watcher. She turned out to be a peach.

Wesley

(walks up to Angelus) And you managed to get your soul back, not once, but twice, saving the world several times in the process. Nobody's perfect.

Then there's kidnapping the fruit of my loins. Smooth.

Wesley

He survived.

I guess you just can't understand that special bond between dad and son, given that your own father's ashamed of you—

Wesley

And Connor's ashamed of you. The universe's way of maintaining order, I guess.

(chuckles) Twerp really gives me the creeps. You?

Wesley

In Cordelia's vision, you and the Beast were standing on a field—

Oh, God, yeah. (walks up to the bars) Let's talk about Cordy, shall we? Now, there's a rack to write home about. Too bad about the personality, though. (bobbing his head) "Yap, yap, yap, yap, yap!" (mocking Cordelia) "Oh, God. Oh, Angel. Angel, we can't. I love you, but you were so bad. You ate babies." (scoffs) Chicks.

Lorne

Sticks and stones, sweet potato.

Gunn

We don't have to l—

Cordelia

No, I'm OK.

Fred

Like you said—just little bitty bits of truth twisted all up into lies.

(through the monitor) Which do you think is worse, Wes? Stealing my kid like you did, or banging him, like Cordelia. (Fred looks at Cordelia then at Gunn, Lorne shakes his head, Cordelia just stares at the monitor deadpan) All that bumping and grinding. Fire raining in the sky. Quite a picture. Well, more of a snapshot, 'cause Connor— (chuckles)

Fred

Now, that's just ridiculous. Connor's Angel's son. It'd be like sleeping with your own— (Lorne gestures that she stop) Oh.

(through the monitor) At least you thought you were doing the right thing. Hey, who's a guy gotta kill to get a drink around here?

Cordelia

Connor, what happened? Are you all right?

They're coming from all over. Too many to fight. (realizes everyone's staring at him) What?

Wesley

(enters the lobby) He wants blood.

Fred

I'll get it.

Gunn

Me too.

Othello and Desdemona. My favorite couple. Oh, wait, Desdemona wasn't in love with the other guy. So much for stand by your man. (Gunn points the crossbow at Angelus) Then again, you probably like her on her knees.

Gunn

Keep talking. I'll sweep out the cage when I'm done.

Oh. Provocative. Get me all riled up. You think that's what your boss would want?

Gunn

Don't have a boss.

You might want to tell Wesley that. Ah, Fred. You look all fresh and sweet, but I hear you at night in your room with Gunn. (Fred walks forward tentatively) The things you say. I'm lying there, listening, hands under the covers... I can't help myself. It's so... gripping.

Gunn

This coming from a guy who can't get any. Ever.

Fred

(pushing a cart upon which she's paced a glass of blood) You're a pig.

Gunn

(aims the crossbow at Angelus) Step back.

Might get some now.

23 INT. BASEMENT AT HOTEL/ANGEL INVESTIGATIONS Resume. Angelus has his arm wrapped around Fred's throat, holding her up to the bars of his cage. Gunn's pointing the crossbow at Angelus.

(Fred struggles against him) I like the way you move, Fred. Do it just a little to the left.

Fred

(faintly) Charles...

Gunn

(drops the crossbow and charges toward them) Get off her!

Come on, Charles, save her! Come on! Save, her Charles!—

Gunn

Are you OK? Did he hurt you?

Fred

No. I'm sorry. That was so stupid, I—I should've—

Wesley

(walks past Fred and Gunn to look at Angelus) It's not your fault. Angelus is unpredictable. He'll take any opening, no matter how small. (to Gunn) It's understandable, but you played right into his hands. Never drop your weapon. (walks back upstairs)

Fred

Thanks.

Gunn

So you're OK?

Fred

Yeah. I'm just glad you're here. (hugs Gunn)

Cordelia

Hope you, uh, like black.

Thanks. (puts on the shirt, looks at the fit) This is his.

Cordelia

Well, if you don't like it, I could ask Lorne. (grins)

It's fine. (puts on his weapons)

Cordelia

You're not going back out.

Somebody has to.

Cordelia

Connor, you're exhausted. You said yourself there were too many—

I want to get out of here, OK? Everybody still looks at me like I'm the one who's connected to the Beast.

Cordelia

No. The looking earlier—that wasn't about the Beast. (Connor looks at her) It was because of us. Angelus said some things about the night we—you know. The weirdness is because everyone knows.

Good.

Cordelia

Connor...

Angel doesn't care if everyone knows. Why should I?

Cordelia

It's not Angel. Anyway, you should get some rest. (walks to the door)

You don't want to be with me—fine, you're not, but don't tell me what to do.

Fred

Hey.

Wesley

Hey. Angelus mentioned something about a sword in Angel's fantasy. I thought...

Fred

I wanted to thank you. If you hadn't've come in when you did...

Wesley

(looks into the lobby, then to Fred) He's not there.

Fred

(awkwardly) It's— Charles heard what Angelus said. The stuff about—

Wesley

Me.

Fred

Yeah, and—

Wesley

How I feel about you.

Fred

(smiles nervously) Yes, which is very sweet. There's nothing wrong with i—

Wesley

Yes there is.

Gunn

Hey, (Wes and Fred turn away from each other as Gunn walks into the room) who's watching the monitor? (looks suspiciously at Wes, then at Fred) What's going on?

Fred

Nothing.

Gunn

Did he just—?

Fred

Of course not. (tries to push him out of the room) Charles, you're right—the monitor.

Gunn

(to Fred) You better tell me what the hell I just walked in on.

Fred

We were just— (looks at Wes)

Gunn

What? (look at Wes) Researching?

Wesley

You want to do this, deal with me. Leave Fred out of it.

Gunn

(walks up to Wes) You ought to be leaving Fred out of it!

Fred

(from behind Gunn) Hello, I'm here.

Gunn

You think I don't see the way you look at her?

Fred

Charles, please.

Gunn

(turns to Fred) And you, running off to him every time you need help, like I'm not good enough.

Fred

No, that's not— This isn't the time.

Gunn

(to Wes) I'm telling you—stay away from her.

That was fast. (chuckles)

Gunn

—long time since you were out for anyone but yourself.

Wesley

I owe you nothing. Not anymore.

Gunn

You just take what you want, huh—

Fred

(pushes Gunn out of the office into the lobby) Come on.

Gunn

—no matter who it belongs to.

Wesley

I didn't realize Fred came with a deed.

Fred

Stop it! What's wrong with you?

Gunn

You don't realize a lot of things, like the fact that nobody wants you here.

Wesley

'Cause you do such a bang-up job without me.

Lorne

Hey, hey, come on, guys. Let's not say anything that—

Gunn

Shut up, Lorne! (to Wes) Great idea, Wes, stealing Angel's kid. Oh, was losing him a part of your plan, too?

Wesley

Go ahead. Throw some more blame around. It's what you're best at.

Gunn

(steps closer to Wes, yelling) You want to say that again?

Fred

Oh, God.

Wesley

(steps up to Gunn, softly) Face it, Gunn, you can't give her what she needs.

Fred

Charles!

Fred

Stop it!

Fred

(to Charles) This is insane! You're doing exactly what Angelus wants.

Lorne

Oh, for the love of Mike Tyson—

Gunn

(looks at Fred and realizes what he's done) Fred...

Everyone's afraid of you.

Is that my shirt?

Not anymore. (paces in front of the bars)

Looks good on you, son.

(smirks) So did Cordy.

She looks good on everybody.

Angel warned me about you. Said I should remember you're not my real father.

Yeah, (stands) that was a nice speech. Touching. I think it ended with you promising to kill me.

I remember.

(walks toward Connor) Kind of unnecessary, don't you think? I mean, with your track-record, I'll be staking myself by the end of the day.

It's fine by me. (walks away)

(leans on the bars) Darla felt the same way. It made her sick, you squirming inside her. So, she jammed a stake in her own heart, just so she wouldn't have to hear your first whiny breath.

(scoffs) You don't know anything.

Then there was Holtz. It disappointed him so much that he stabbed himself in the neck.

(angry) My fa— (catches himself) Holtz was a good man. All he ever wanted was for you to get the punishment you deserve. And you will.

And now my boy's in love. All hearts and flowers. (shakes his head) But, doesn't it freak you out that she used to change your diapers? I mean, when you think about it, the first woman you boned is the closest thing you've ever had to a mother. Doing your mom and trying to kill your dad. Hm. There should be a play.

(paces) You think I care what you say? Angel told me how you'd try to hurt me, how you aren't my real dad, just some animal in a cage. Angel's my dad.

(flutters his eyelashes) I'm gonna cry.

That's what he told me. And he thought I believed him. (turns away) The truth is, Angel's just something that you're forced to wear. (looks at Angelus) You're my real father.

(glares at Connor) I'm right here. All you have to do is come and get me.

You'd like that.

(shrugs) You couldn't take me anyway. (walks away)

We'll see.

Promises, promises. Don't make 'em, if you can't keep 'em.

I wouldn't think of it. (walks closer to the cage)

It might be your best chance. (turns to Connor) Don't disappoint daddy.

Cordelia

Connor. Go upstairs.

(glaring at Angelus) No.

Cordelia

Please, go upstairs.

(turns, walks away) It's your lucky day.

Yeah. Go to your room, mama's boy. (Connor goes upstairs) Cordy. Cordy, Cordy. Just couldn't stay away.

Cordelia

(walks toward the cage) It's been a long day, and I think you've done enough damage.

So, no hug?

Cordelia

You and I are gonna make a deal.

Tough. Did you practice that in front of the mirror a few times? Lemme guess. You want to know about the Beast.

Cordelia

Everything you know.

(nods) Oh. And in return, I get what? (paces) Wouldn't mind a car. I hear the new Mustang is nice.

Cordelia

(paces) Something better.

What's a better ride than a Mustang?

Cordelia

(looks at Angelus) Me.

29 INT. BASEMENT AT HOTEL/ANGEL INVESTIGATIONS Resume. Cordelia's making a deal with Angelus.

You?

Cordelia

That's the offer. No more stalling, no more games. You tell us what you know, you get me.

Must be some confusion. You took out the soul. Still have the brain.

Cordelia

Then use it. The Beast, the darkness—the world is falling apart. We're out of time, we're out of ideas. You're the end of the line.

(smirks) Wes was better at buttering me up. (walks away)

Cordelia

You know what it means to be a champion.

I'm trying so hard to forget.

Cordelia

Sometimes a sacrifice needs to be made.

(faces her) And you're the little lamb. Not that there aren't a few things I wouldn't mind doing to that body—other than the obvious. (walks forward)

Cordelia

Tell us about the Beast, and you can do whatever you want.

You're lying.

Cordelia

Look in my eyes. Angel knows me. You know me. Better than anyone. So, when you look at me, you know I'm not lying.

Fred

I don't understand.

Gunn

Why is Sid Vicious suddenly Mr. Show-and-Tell?

Lorne

Well, honey buns here must have a secret stash of higher-power dust.

Cordelia

Something like that. He's ready, Wes, whenever—

Why don't you want to tell us what you did?

Cordelia

I did what I had to.

Gunn

Which means what?

Fred

Cordelia...

Wesley

Connor's right. We're all painfully aware of Angelus's ability to manipulate—

Cordelia

I'm not being manipulated.

Wesley

It would be better if I knew.

Cordelia

It's better if you don't.

Wesley

All right. Shall we start from the beginning?

Why not?

Wesley

The year.

1789.

Wesley

So, you were in Prussia.

(raises his eyebrows) You have been doing your homework. (smiles) Hmm... those Prussian girls. Must be the pastries. Worth the trip—all that sweetness gets into their blood.

Wesley

Very interesting. At some point, the Beast would appear?

Patience, Wes. I was taking a shortcut on my way to Vienna. Started feeling like someone was watching me. There were troops around.

So, I followed the trail, and there was your friend. The one you so cleverly call "The Beast."

He'd been watching me. He staged the carnage to impress me.

Wesley

So, he sought you out. Why?

Girl trouble. Thought I might be able to help him with a situation.

Wesley

How?

You've heard of the Svea Priestesses? Very powerful, big into banishing.

Lorne

Vanishing?

Fred

(leans to Lorne, whispers) Banishing.

The Beast was next on their list. He couldn't touch them—some kind of mojo—but a vampire could.

Wesley

So, he wanted you to kill them?

We had it all worked out. I'd scratch his priestesses, and he'd scratch my back somewhere down the line. A limited partnership.

You need not be my enemy. Join with me, Angelus.

Wesley

And?

I declined.

And he didn't ask twice. I probably could have been more diplomatic with my refusal, but I'm not big with teamwork.

So, they just started up the whammy, and there you have it.

Wesley

The Beast was banished. How?

Don't know.

Cordelia

Slarf demons, spell mantras, Srail'gong technique, but nothing on—

Fred

(reading from her book) The Svea priestesses. Also known as the Svear, a mystical order all descendents of a powerful Nordic priestess, Svea.

Gunn

They've been busy.

Anything about the Beast?

Fred

Nothing definitive, but this one looks like it could match up. (hands the book to Wesley)

Wesley

Same region, approximately the same time period.

Fred

I'm shaky on Freyan runes, but kinda seems like it's only a general I.D. of who or what got banished.

Wesley

Translation, something like, uh, big...hard thing.

Cordelia

Sounds like our guy.

Lorne

Fantastico! So where do we find these banishing babes, and, uh, how fast can they get to L.A.?

Gunn

(throws an open phone book on the desk) 'Bout 25 minutes, depending on traffic. They're in Pacoima.

Looks like no one's home.

Wesley

(walking around) It's open. Hello? Anyone home? Hello?

Cordelia

(walking around) Hello? Nordic priestesses?

(looking at pictures in the foyer) So, the mom's a priestess?

Cordelia

I think all the women in the family are. (smells something) What is that?

35 INT. SVEAR HOUSE Everyone in the household has been slaughtered in the kitchen.

Wesley

We're too late. Again. (walks in to the kitchen to look around at the bodies)

Cordelia

How does the Beast know exactly what we're gonna do? It's like he's psychic.

Wesley

Maybe he is.

Or he's been watching us at the hotel.

Cordelia

Angelus could have sent him a message, some kind of demon Morse code.

Wesley

(checking the bodies) No, these people have been dead for a few days. Angelus had nothing to do with this.

Cordelia

Which means, by the time the shaman was going all chanty on Angel, it was already too late.

(sees the bloody children, with their bloody toys) You mean, they've been here like this...for days?

Wesley

With the chaos outside, probably no one even noticed they were gone.

Cordelia

We should have seen this coming.

Wesley

(stands) Of course the Beast would go after the priestesses. Let's have a look around. Then we should call the police. (finds a paper on the desk) Banishment incantation. At least, I think it is.

Cordelia

Then they were trying to get rid of the Beast.

Wesley

Seems so.

Cordelia

Connor!

Cordelia

Connor... (sighs) The sun should be up. It's different, isn't it? (looks at Connor) Dead demons are just a big blob of oozing mess. Vampires turn into dust like they were never anything at all. But humans— (sighs) it's different.

It's not—

Cordelia

What?

Family.

Cordelia

Come on!

(kicks the vampire out of the door) Let's go. (closes the car door)

(through the monitor, singing) If you go into the woods tonight, you won't believe your eyes...

Fred

He's so relaxed.

Gunn

It's like, he's not even in a cage.

Lorne

In his mind, he's not. (stands, goes to turn off the monitor)

Gunn

You get anything off him?

Lorne

Let me put it this way, moon pie, you don't want to know.

Fred

I don't. I definitely don't.

Gunn

What happened?

Vamps.

Fred

You didn't get the Svear.

Wesley

No, the Beast did. Slaughtered the entire family.

Fred

Guess he found a way to kill them after all.

Gunn

So much for our big priestess rescue.

Fred

Are we sure Angelus doesn't know anything more? I mean, maybe we should talk to—

Wesley

No. I think he's told us everything he's going to.

Gunn

Which means our last-ditch plan, turning Angel into a soulless monster, it's a bust. If Angelus can't help us—

Cordelia

It's time to bring back Angel.

Lorne

Oh, and he's usually so chatty.

Cordelia

(looks at Connor, then back at Lorne) Rough night.

Wesley

We'll need the shaman.

Here I thought you'd be halfway to Georgia by now.

Cordelia

I told you I'd be back. I'm back.

How'd the little field trip turn out? Priestesses still feisty?

Cordelia

We found a little boy, his sister, mom, dad, grandma—all dead.

(sighs) Oh, God. I'm always missing the fun stuff.

Cordelia

The Beast butchered them.

So? Did you bring me back a souvenir? Maybe a stray baby toe? (chuckles, stands) Come on, Cordy. Where's your sense of humor?

Cordelia

Guess I lost it.

(walks up to Cordy) Well, don't blame me for our little debacle. I told you everything I know.

Cordelia

Too late.

And who's fault is that? Doesn't matter. I showed you mine. Now it's time to show me yours.

Cordelia

The deal was: you give us information, we save the world, you get me. Well, world not saved.

You're not thinking I'm just gonna let this go.

Cordelia

Not seeing a whole lot of other options. With the big steel cage and all.

Won't be in here forever.

Cordelia

(looks at her watch) 'Bout another hour. Forgot to tell you the best part. We're putting your soul back. (grins)

(chuckles) Not gonna happen.

Cordelia

Oh, but it is. Just in time for the primo apocalypse that's coming. Too bad. I know how you love those.

Been looking forward to it all day. Still am.

Cordelia

Thing is, you're never coming back. Angel's going to make sure of that.

(whispers) We'll see.

Cordelia

What you don't get, Angelus, is that you're nobody. Just a disease. And Angel can't wait to be rid of you.

(walks up to the bars, leers at Cordy) I think I'll start with the twins. I just love a woman with nice ripe thighs. (suddenly reaches out to grab Cordy, but misses her by less than an inch)

Cordelia

(smirks, walks away) Not even close.

The more you piss me off, the longer I'll keep you alive. Oh, something tells me she's a screamer.

Cordelia

OK, let's— (notices the look of shock on everyone's face) What?

Fred

Angel's soul. It's gone.