ANGEL: 1256 � that�s the house.

WESLEY: Angel?

(Angel turns to see Ryan in his pajamas walking towards the street. Ryan is about to get run over by a car coming down the street. Angel jumps out, runs across the street and tackles the boy off the street just in time.) Angel (to Ryan): You all right?

RYAN: Yeah. You�re bleeding. Are you gonna cry?

ANGEL: Uh... I don�t think so. (Looks at his shoulder then away with a smile) I don�t know. - Huh, - let me think. (Seriously) Ah, no � yeah � uh, no (smiles) not gonna cry. What�s your name?

RYAN: Ryan.

ANGEL: Ryan, you want to tell me what you were doing outside?

SETH: (running out of the house) Ryan! Son, you know better than this! Say �thank you� to the nice man and you come inside!

PAIGE: Ryan! (Hugs him) Oh, my God. What happened?

SETH: He was in the street. He almost got hit. Paige... he�s fine.

PAIGE: God, my baby!

SETH: It�s cold. Let�s just get him inside.

PAIGE: (to Angel) You saved him. Thank God you were here.

SETH: (to Angel) Yeah. Thank you.

ANGEL: It�s okay. Ha, scamp, isn�t he?

PAIGE: Oh, you�re hurt. Your shoulder. You come inside.

(inside)

PAIGE: Are you sure you don�t want us to drive you to the emergency room? I think you may need some stitches.

ANGEL: I�ll be fine, really. I�m not a big bleeder.

PAIGE: We just moved in. We're still a little bit jumbled. It doesn�t get any easier, you know. Every new place you have to start over. Finding friends... people to talk to.

SETH: Ryan�s asleep. He�s out like a light.

ANGEL: Hmm, he seems like a nice boy.

PAIGE: He is. Thank you so much! (giddy laughing) That must be like the millionth time I've said that! Really, thank you. If there's anything we can do for you. Money? Or Seth�s an investment advisor. Do you need some advice?

ANGEL: No, nothing. But thank you.

SETH: (forced smile) Paige, honey, he probably just wants to go home and get cleaned up.

ANGEL: So how do you think Ryan got out on the street?

SETH: Climbed out the window.

PAIGE: We have burglar bars � but he must be able to fit between. We didn�t think of that, didn�t even bother checking.

ANGEL: So where do you think he was going?

SETH: Going? He wasn�t going anywhere.

ANGEL: So you think he was trying to get away from something.

SETH: What would he have to get away from in his own house?

(Cut to Wesley snooping around outside. he finds yellow slime)

WESLEY: Oh dear.

(Cut to Angel sitting in the sofa chair, while Seth lights a cigarette.)

SETH: This bother you?

ANGEL: No.

SETH: A lot of health nuts these days, you know? Like anyone needs to live forever.

ANGEL: No one needs that.

SETH: She�ll be right back with the bandages and then you can go.

ANGEL: Right. Uhm � Paige was telling me that you were new in town. (Paige comes in to put a bandage on Angel�s shoulder) Where did you � ah...

PAIGE: What? (She stares at Angel�s shoulder. It�s almost completely healed.) This was *much* worse.

ANGEL: Uh, it�s just a scratch. Uh, Seth was telling me about where you lived before.

PAIGE: Akron, uh � one winter there was enough.

SETH: You know what? Strikes me, you never told us your name.

ANGEL: Angel. Jones. Angel Jones.

PAIGE: Angel.

SETH: Honey.

(Paige pulls two ceramic angels out of a box and shows them to Angel. Seth rolls his eyes up.)

PAIGE (to Angel): See?

ANGEL: Angels?

PAIGE: I collect them! I think the angels are around us all the time, don�t you?

ANGEL: I-I think, uhm � there are � beings.

PAIGE: It�s a nice thought. Like someone�s looking out for us, keeping us out of danger. Tonight you really were our angel, weren�t you?

ANGEL: I think I was just in the right place.

SETH: It�s getting late.

PAIGE: Come to dinner.

SETH: Paige.

PAIGE: Tomorrow night. Say you will. Let us pay you back for looking after us.

SETH: We�ve taken up too much of Angel�s time already.

ANGEL: Can I bring something?

(outside)

ANGEL: Something's wrong in that house. Wife wants to talk, but the husband keeps getting in her way. I�m gonna come back tomorrow night.

WESLEY: Be careful.

ANGEL: I always am.

WESLEY: (holds up a vial of glowing yellow mucus) Be *especially* careful.

ANGEL: Plakticine.

WESLEY: I found it all around the foundation of the house.

ANGEL: So now we know.

WESLEY: Someone in that house is possessed by a demon.

written by: David Greenwalt & Jeanine Renshaw; Original transcript by anoymous. Edited, formatted for this site and checked against source by me.. Full transcript at:
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