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: You gotta do what you can to protect your family. I learned that from my father.
: Your body warms. This one is lusting after me. Connor
: Oh, no. I - It's - It's just, uh - it's the outfit. I-I guess I've always had a thing for older women. Angel
: They were supposed to fix that. Connor
: What? Angel
: Thank you, mortal, for releasing me from my cursed prison. In gratitude, I grant you three wishes. Connor
: Really? Sahjhan
: Nah, I'm just messin' with you.
: [about Illyria
] So, does she have any special powers or anything? Spike
: Glad you asked. So far I've established that she can hit like a Mack truck, selectively alter the flow of time and, uh...
[looks through clipboard
: ...possibly talk to plants.
: It's cool. I mean, my parents are liars and I can never trust them again, but it's cool.
: You almost broke that guy in half!
: That was awesome!
[Angel and Connor are walking down the hallway talking when Spike is thrown through a door
: Oh, you filthy harlot! I'm going to tear your neck out! Angel
: [to Connor
] Want to meet some of my co-workers? Connor
: You know, I've had a long time to plan for this moment. I figured you'd be a lot more... intimidating. Connor
: Yeah. Well, I figured I was going to Tony Roma's with my folks tonight, but I'm here. Learn to cope.
: She's been down here. Angel
: How old were you when you realized you could track like this? Connor
: I don't know. Five, six. We didn't exactly celebrate birthdays in Quor-Toth. Holtz made up a game so I could practice. Angel
: Oh, you mean he'd hide things for you to find? Connor
: Kinda. He'd tie me to a tree and then run away. Angel
: What? Connor
: You know. So I'd have to escape and then find him. One time it only took me five days. Angel
: Five days. He abandoned you and... Connor, that's terrible. That's... Connor
: Why I'm so good at tracking.
Lorne the Host
: You know what they say about people who need people... Connor
: They're the luckiest people in the world. Lorne the Host
: You been sneaking peeks at my Streisand collection again, kiddo? Connor
: Just kinda popped out.
: This close, and she pulled a Houdini. Connor
: What's a Houdini? Wesley Wyndam-Pryce
: She escaped.
: Where are those people? Jasmine
: I ate them. Connor
: I'll kill you. Angel
: It'll pass. Lorne the Host
: Yeah, 'cause Lord knows he's never tried that before.
: You're right. It is harsh and cruel. She was the only thing that made it hurt less. Angel
: Connor. Connor
: But it's not me. I could feel it in her touch, in her eyes. She loves you. It's always been you.
: That means, if anything should go wrong with Angelus, you're gonna have to kill me. Connor
: Okay. Angel
: *If* anything goes wrong. Connor
: Right. I got it.
: The boy joins the father in death. Connor
: No, in kicking your stony ass.
[Angel is preparing to have his soul removed
: Connor. Connor
: What? Angel
: Look, I know you like to think of me as the enemy. But if this works, I will be. I'm going to become the one thing you were raised to believe I was. The thing I never, ever, wanted you to see.
: So, how was your summer? Mine was fun. Saw some fish, went mad with hunger, hallucinated a whole bunch. Connor
: You deserve worse. Angel
: 'Cause I killed Holtz. Except I didn't. I tried telling you that while you were busy off shore dumping me, but I didn't know the whole score. Holtz killed himself. Actually, he had your buddy Justine do it with an ice pick, just to make you hate me. Connor
: Even if... you still deserved it. Angel
: What I deserve is open to debate. But understand, there's a difference between wishing vengeance on someone, and taking it. So now the question becomes, what do you deserve?
[Connor gets up from the chair in a rush and tries to run out the door, but Angel slams him across the room, into the wall, where Connor falls to the ground
: Daddy's not finished talking.
: Back in Pylea, they used to call me 'sweet potato'. Connor
: Really? Lorne
: Yeah, well, the exact translation was 'fragrant tuber', but...
: Wesley told me everything that's been going on. So as far as I'm concerned, what you deserve rests on one answer. Did you do something to Cordelia? Connor
: No. Winifred 'Fred' Burkle
: He's lying. Connor
: No, I'm not. Charles Gunn
: No way she just happened to disappear the same night. Connor
: I'm telling the truth, okay? Angel
: I know. I can tell. Done enough lying for me to know the difference. Truth has a better sound to it. Less nasal, you know.
: So, Vampire Slayers. I was told about them. How come you're always girls? Faith
: I don't know. Better at it, I guess.
: We're going to bring Angelus in alive. Connor
: No, we're not. Charles Gunn
: I thought you said capturing him wasn't an option. Wesley Wyndam-Pryce
: Changed my mind. Connor
: Change it back. Wesley Wyndam-Pryce
: We get rid of Angelus, then what? We still have a Beast we don't know how to kill. We know it's working for something much worse, but we don't know what it is. We're caught in the middle of a maelstrom, and we can't get out without our champion. We're gonna save Angel, and I know who we need to help us do it.
: What'll we do? Angel
: You go home. Connor
: Huh? Angel
: This is my fight. Connor
: That's some serious macho... ah!
[building continues to collapse
: Go home, now! Connor
: They'll destroy you. Angel
: As long as I know you're okay, they can't. Go!
: What are you doing here? Connor
: You drop by for a cup of coffee and the world's not ending? Please!
: We should probably start the debriefing. Where's Cordy? Connor
: Unfortunately, the guy who you're all trying to magically re-ensoul shot her with a crossbow. She's not up for visitors.
: There's only one thing we can do for Faith, now. Finish what she started. Winifred "Fred" Burkle
: You mean, re-ensoul Angel? Connor
: Impossible. We've been over this. No jar, no soul. No soul, no Angel. Winifred "Fred" Burkle
: It's not that simple, Connor. I-I've been doing some research... Connor
: It is simple. Angelus is all that's left. First he slaughtered Lilah, now he's killed Faith. And... Wesley Wyndam-Pryce
: She's not dead yet. Connor
: You're lying to yourselves. You all think that I'm taking this personally so you don't have to, but inside you know I'm right. We need to put Angelus down. Willow
: I don't think so. I think you need a witch.
: They tried to turn me against you. They cut me. Rubbed blood into the wound. Jasmine
: The hateful always have one or two wretched tricks to play.
: We have nothing to fear from them. They are alone; we are many. Connor
: But, but Gunn and Wesley and Lorne. They've all been turned. We have to stop whatever they're -- Jasmine
: We will. Connor, there's nothing they can do. Every moment that passes, I grow closer to my followers. I feel what they feel. I see what they see. We're fusing together, like the cells of a single body. They're my eyes, my skin, my limbs; and if need be, my fists.
: I really do love you, Connor. Connor
: So what are you going to do about it? Angel
: Prove it.
[slashes Connor's throat
: There's only one thing that ever changes anything and that's death. Everything else is a lie. You can't be saved by a lie. You can't be saved at all.
: Are you okay? Cordelia Chase
: Sure. Except for the morning sickness that can't tell time.
: It's a zombie. Connor
: What's a zombie? Angel
: It's an undead thing. Connor
: Like you? Angel
: No. Zombies are slow moving, dimwitted things that crave human flesh. Connor
: Like you. Angel
: No. It's different, trust me.
[due to a spell, Angel can't remember anything past the age of seventeen
: I'm supposed to be evil, but they attack me without cause. They gang up on me because I'm different. They're as bad as my father. Connor
: Fathers. Don't they suck? Angel
: Say one thing then. "Be good. Fear God. Do as you're told." And the whole while I know good and well, he's had his share of sinning. Connor
: Sounds kinda like my father. Angel
: Is he a self-righteous bastard? Connor
: You'd be amazed.
Winifred 'Fred' Burkle
: Eight legs, three heads, horns? Lorne
: Hey! Winifred 'Fred' Burkle
: No offense. Connor
: Two legs, one head, no horns. Lorne
: Let me guess, green? Angel
: No. Kind of... mocha.
: I know she's a lie - Jasmine. My whole life's been built on them. I just... I guess I thought this one was better than the others.
: Never do I have the happy frolicking puppy visions. Always bones and death and... Connor
: We got the skull of the soul-eater. Cordelia Chase
: I'm just sayin'.