ANGEL: We need to deal with this. They think I'm some promised savior. What?

DOYLE: The Scourge.

ANGEL: You know them. What are they?

DOYLE: Death.

(Cut to a younger Doyle walking into his apartment. He locks the door, drops his jacket then takes the cigarette out of his mouth and picks up a baseball bat.)

DOYLE: Who's there?

LUCAS: A friend.

DOYLE: I don't have any friends.

LUCAS: All right. Maybe I'm more like a relative (steps into the light to show Doyle his spiky demon face) who's in trouble and needs your help.

DOYLE: What are you talking about? And who the hell are you?

LUCAS: My name is Lucas. I'm a Brachen demon, like yourself. My clan is from Oregon. We've been living in the woods there, safe – until - they came. Not all of us escaped.

DOYLE: I don't know what you think I can do. I've got problems of my own.

LUCAS: They know we're here. They're coming for us.

DOYLE: What are you talking about? Who's coming for you?

LUCAS: The Scourge.

DOYLE: Who the hell is that? (Blend to Doyle talking to Angel) An army of pureblooded demons. They got a big hate-on for us mixed heritage types. Very into pedigree. They hunt us down like animals.

ANGEL: No one fights back?

DOYLE: Sure they do. All the time. You can kill them, but these guys believe in what they're doing. They're ready to die for the cause.

ANGEL: Hard to fight fanatics.

DOYLE: More like impossible.

(Cut back to the past.)

LUCAS: I'm not asking you to fight, just help us hide till we can get out of town.

DOYLE: You got the wrong guy, pal. You want to set up a little off-track betting? Then I got the know-how. But demon-hiding? It's not my line.

LUCAS: You're one of us.

DOYLE: No, I'm not. I was raised human. I'm not looking to explore me roots.

LUCAS: We don't have anyone else to turn to.

DOYLE: Look, I don't know what to tell you, man. You're up against something real big here. Anybody that helps you, they’re taking a chance. And I'm not, you know, dying to take chances.

LUCAS: Doyle, if you don't believe we share a common family, believe we share a common enemy. Doesn't that mean anything to you? Guess not.

(Cut back to Angel and Doyle.)

DOYLE: I punked out. I'd only just found out about my demon side. I didn't know what it meant. The idea of sudden family obligations with guys that looked like big blue pin cushions, it was just a little bit too much to take right then.

ANGEL: And what happened?

(cut to the past. Doyle hears a knock)

DOYLE: Damn it.

(on his way to the door, he gets hit by a vision of Lucas and his clan getting killed.)

LUCAS: Believe we share a common enemy.

(Cut to Angel and Doyle.)

DOYLE: When I got the visions for the first time, I thought I was having a stroke. I didn't know what the images meant. But I had to know if what they showed me was a dream - or real.

(cut to Doyle finding his massacred kinsmen)

DOYLE: It wasn't a dream.

ANGEL: You couldn't have known.

DOYLE: These people are gonna need more then their mythic promised one. The contractually-obligated 500 might be a start. You can't fight the Scourge, Angel.

ANGEL: It won't come to that, because we're gonna get them out of here.

• Doyle's lifestyle choices & shady dealings

written by: Howard Gordon and Tim Minear; Originally transcribed by anonymous. Edited, formatted for this site and checked against source by me.. Full transcript at:
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