CORDELIA: It�s the city of dreams, a mystical oasis, built from the 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.

WESLEY: (entering) I think it�s about to speak.

CORDELIA: Nobody likes a smart-ass rogue demon hunter. What do you want, Wesley?

WESLEY: Just thought I�d pop round so we might compare battle plans from our respective fronts.

CORDELIA: (mocking) Oh, I thought you worked alone?

WESLEY: Well, even a solitary soldier, such as myself, recognizes that a free exchange of intelligence benefits the common struggle. - Also, I brought in your mail and newspaper.

CORDELIA: Oh, thanks. So what have you got?

WESLEY: Got?

CORDELIA: You wanted to compare skinnies on the current �evil happenings�.

WESLEY: Yes. Skinnies. Precisely. - Uh, right, well... Everything *seems* quiet.

CORDELIA: Okay. Well... thanks for stopping by.

WESLEY: And you? - How go things on your end of the good fight?

CORDELIA: I�ve been giving the hard sell to an empty chair. What do you think?

WESLEY: Quiet all around then. Well, I�ll keep myself available. The situation can only escalate. We made a most effective team, I felt. Vanquishing that empathy demon in such short order.

CORDELIA: Yeah, well, nobody gauged out my eyes, so I�m happy.

WESLEY: Yes, most effective. Your cryptic visions, Angel�s brawn, my *highly* developed powers of deduction rounding out...

CORDELIA: This isn�t our mail.

WESLEY: Sorry?

CORDELIA: See here? The dentist office - next door.

WESLEY: Oh, I see. I didn�t... realize...

CORDELIA: Something wrong? You stopped yammering.

WESLEY: I, ah, I suppose I should return these items to their proper owner.

(Wes exits, Angel enters)

ANGEL: Who were you talking to?

CORDELIA: Nobody. And Wesley. Uhm, so, you remember that license plate we got on that runaway case?

ANGEL: I remember you were going to follow up on it.

CORDELIA: No go. The DMV is totally stalker-phobic. And wow! You look half-dead. Which for someone, who�s completely dead, would be - kind of neat?

ANGEL: License plate, Cordelia.

CORDELIA: Right. I thought maybe you could have police woman run it for us on the Q.T.?

ANGEL: Kate.

CORDELIA: Are you sure you�re okay? I mean for a guy who�s 200 plus, you�re not usually... with the bags.

ANGEL: I�ll do this now.

CORDELIA: Hey...

ANGEL: (irritated) Look, I�m fine Cordelia. All right?

CORDELIA: All right.

(Angel walks out the door and right into a patch of sunlight. Jerks back, hissing with pain and turns back into the office.)

ANGEL: I�ll take the tunnels.

• Cordelia & Wesley

written by: Tim Minear; Originally transcribed by anonymous. Edited, formatted for this site and double-checked by me.. Full transcript at:
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