(Holtz is sitting at the table in the motel room. He folds a piece of paper and sticks it into an envelope. Without turning to look, he begins to address someone.)

HOLTZ: I can't recall - would you require an invitation for a place like this?

(Angel is standing in the open door behind Holtz.)

ANGEL: Public accommodation? (Steps across the threshold) No.

HOLTZ: No. You'd think I'd remember something like that. It would have seemed important once. Details begin to escape me.

(Angel gives the door a push so it closes behind him then grabs Holtz by the throat and slams him up against the wall.)

ANGEL: You stole my son.

HOLTZ: I kept your son alive. You murdered mine.

(After a beat Angel slowly backs off and withdraws his hand from Holtz' throat.)

ANGEL: I was different then.

HOLTZ: Yes. So was I. - You feel remorse. You feel remorse yet you can't express it.

ANGEL: You want me to say I'm sorry? How can I? It wouldn't mean a thing.

HOLTZ: It would mean a little. Not much, but it would be something.

ANGEL: Then I'm sorry. For whatever little it might mean. It's all I've got.

HOLTZ: Not all. - You had a son. - So - there it is. I thought by depriving you of that son it would allow me some measure of justice. I was wrong.

ANGEL: Taking Connor from me was never justice. It was vengeance.

HOLTZ: Or maybe vengeance is what I do now. Give back what I took.

ANGEL: What?

HOLTZ: I'm an old man now. I have nothing to offer the boy. You can give him what I can't - his purpose. But every time you look upon his face - every time he calls you 'father' - you will be reminded of that which you took and can never give back. - And if that is vengeance, I find I have no taste for it.

(Holtz picks up the letter and holds it out to Angel.)

HOLTZ: All I ask is that you give him this. It's not sealed. I expect you'll examine it. You should.

ANGEL: Why are you doing this?

HOLTZ: I thought I'd made that plain. I love my son. And this is the only way I know to ensure that he will go on loving me.

(Angel takes a hold of the letter and turns to look at Holtz. After a moment he pulls the letter out of Holtz' hand and turns to leave.)

HOLTZ: He won't accept this at first. He'll try to find me. He never will.

• Angel & Connor
• Holtz
• Holtz & Connor

written by: Tim Minear; Original transcript anonymous. Edited and formatted for this site by me.. Full transcript at:
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