- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: When I saw this story today it rang chillingly familiar. So I reacquainted myself with certain facts, confirming, I'm sorry to say, my grim suspicions. In the late 1700s it was Angelus' custom to 'sign' his victims by carving a Christian cross into their left cheek. He liked to let people know he'd been there.
- Cordelia: Okay, you get to leave now. - You're not gonna come in here and accuse Angel like this.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Cordelia...
- Cordelia: No! I don't care how many files you have on all the horrible things he did back in the powdered wig days! - He is good now. And he's my friend. And nothing you or anyone else can say will make me turn on a friend!
- Angel: [From the shadows] Cordelia.
- [Wesley and Cordy turn around]
- Angel: He's right.
- Cordelia: [to Wesley] You'll stake him and I'll cut his head off.
- Angel: [about the vampire he sired, Penn] I taught him well
- Cordelia: A real psycho-wan-kenobi.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: 200 years practice. I imagine he has it down by now.
- Cordelia: No lie. Gallagher's changed his act more often than this dude has in the last two centuries. Why do you think he's still doing the same old schtick?
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Well, I mean, it's a classic, isn't it?
- [Smiles]
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Every time he smashes that watermelon with a sledgehammer I just...
- [Angel and Cordy stare at him]
- Cordelia: [about Kate] Yeah, she and Angel are totally tight.
- Penn: Really? So this is more than just a professional relationship, then? He cares for her.
- Cordelia: Oh, yeah. More than he knows. But that's our Angel. Dour, sure, but not afraid to get personally involved in his work. And you're totally pumping me for information, aren't you?
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: You recall earlier this morning that mix-up with the dentist's mail and newspaper? That's when I saw this.
- [he shows her a newspaper clipping]
- Cordelia: Oh, my God! You cut up Dr. Folger's newspaper? You're gonna get us kicked out of this building.
- Cordelia: Great news, sports fans. There's been another killing. Okay, well, maybe not so great news for the, you know, dead person...
- Detective Kate Lockley: What are you going to do?
- Penn: [sarcastically] Well, first I thought I'd stop everything and tell you my plan.
- Penn: Well, you were right about one thing, Angelus. The last 200 years has been about me sticking it to my father. But I've come to realize something - it's you! You made me! You taught me! You approved of me in ways my mortal father never did! You are my real father, Angelus.
- Angel: Fine.
- [Angel lifts Penn, then slams him to the ground]
- Angel: You're grounded!
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: [Walking into Angel Investigations, not seeing Penn the vampire] Nothing on the streets about a new vampire in town.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: [Cordy tries to warn him, but Penn grabs Wes from behind and gets him in a choke hold] ... Which is maybe because he's here - and has me by the throat.
- Angel: I'm sorry for what I did to you, Penn, for what I turned you into.
- Penn: First class killer? An Artist? A bold re-interpreter of the form?
- Angel: Try cheesy hack. Look at you. You've been getting back at your father for over 200 years. It's pathetic and cliched. Probably got a killer shrine on your wall, huh? News clippings, magazine articles, maybe a few candles? Oh, you are so prosaic.
- Cordelia: I believe in Los Angeles. It's the city of dreams, a mystical oasis, built from a dessert. But even sunny blond LA has its trashy dark roots, and you've learned that the hard way, haven't you? You've taken your problem to the police, they can't help you, so you've come to us.
- [See she's talking to an empty chair]
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: I think it's about to speak.
- Detective Kate Lockley: Our suspect will be a white male. To the observer, he will not seem a monster. His victims put up little or no struggle, so it's likely he's charming, attractive, but at his core, he's a loner. Possibly a dual personality, who, once the crime has been committed, retains no memory of the act. He will not view his victims as subhuman, rather it's himself he sees as something other than human, more than human, a superior species. Stalking his prey, getting to know them. It's unlikely he'll be married, though he may have recently come off a long-term relationship that ended badly. We look for a precipitating event in cases such as this, and a painful breakup is always at the top of our list. Prior to failing, this relationship may have marked an inactive period in our suspect's life. He would have regarded it as a lifeline, his salvation, but once ended, resulted in his recidivism. What is not in question is his experience. He's been doing this for a very long time, and he will do it again.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Where'd you get the police radio?
- Angel: Police car.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Oh, dear!
- [Wesley and Cordelia think Angel has reverted to Angelus]
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Why should we believe anything you say?
- [in the blink of an eye, Angel grabs Wesley and puts him in a headlock]
- Angel: Because that's how fast I could take you if I wanted.
- Cordelia: [Wesley shows her a newspaper clipping] Third body found in alley. So? Not exactly front-page news.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Actually that *is* the front page
- Penn: What? You don't drink so now no-one gets to?
- Angel: I don't expect you to understand.
- Penn: Oh, oh I... I understand. I was a Puritan, remember?
- Angel: It's gotta end.
- Penn: Why? Because you say so? How does that work exactly? You just wake up one morning and decide "OK, now I'm good?"
- [chuckles]
- Penn: No, Angelus. It doesn't end. It never, ever ends. It just goes on and on.
- Cordelia: It's not the only thing that goes on and on.
- Cordelia: You're not him, Angel. Not anymore. The name I got in my vision, the message didn't come for Angelus, it came for you. Angel. And you have to trust that whoever the Powers That Be are... is... anyway, they know the difference.