Cut to Angel’s office at night. Cordelia is holding up a torn
white trash bag.
Cordy: “I’ve had it with these cheap trash bags! They leak and
break and end up costing us more!” Drops bag in front of Doyle who nods at
Doyle: “I believe it!”
Cordy: “Yeah, It was a great audition! I was all about things
leaking. How could they not pick me?”
Doyle: “They don’t know what they missed.”
Cordy: “They gave it to a blonde that showed up in a skintight leather
cat suit. She is supposed to be a housewife. (Telephone continues
to ring) She looked ridiculous. She looked like cat-woman taking
out the cat-trash.”
Doyle: “Are you going to answer the phone?”
Angel: “Good question.”
Cordy: “Oh, yeah, right. (Answering machine kick on) Oh,
the machine got it.”
Machine in Cordy’s voice: “Angel Investigations. We help the
hopeless. If that’s you leave a message. (Beep)”
Aura leaving a message: “Hey, Cordy. It’s Aura. Just wanted
to check in, you know (Angel looks up and walks away) see how you were
doing. Oh, you would not believe what’s going on in Sunnydale!”
Cordy just straightens stuff on her desk, makes no move to pick up the phone.
Doyle: “You don’t want to talk to her?”
Cordy: “No, not just yet. She is just going to ask me where I’m
living and how the acting is going, and just not up to leading the parade of
pain. I’ll do it when things get better.”
Doyle: “Well, I don’t know if I can help with the acting, but about the
Doyle: “Well, if you ever want to - I don’t know – stay a night away
form the place – maybe give me a call.”
Cordy: “Well, stranger things have happened. No wait, they really
haven’t. (Gets up, picks up her jacket and purse and heads for the
door) I’ll see you tomorrow. (yells) Bye, Angel, I’m taking off.”
Cut to Angel sitting behind his desk reading in an old book. Doyle
comes in sits down and puts his feet up on the table. Angel stares at
his feet then looks at Doyle but doesn’t say anything.
Doyle: “She’s really something, isn’t she? It’s like wrestling a
tiger just to get to know her. (Angel keeps reading) Tell me stuff.”
Angel: “What stuff?”
Doyle: “About Cordelia.”
Angel: “Well, I - I know she can’t type or file. Until today I
had some hope regarding the phone.”
Doyle: “Who’s Aura?”
Angel: “I think- uh- I think she is one of Cordelia’s group. People
called them the Cordettes. A bunch of girls from wealthy
families. They ruled the high school. Decided what was in, who
was popular. It was like the soviet secret police if they cared a lot
Doyle: “And she was the richest one of all? Because the way she
talks it sounds like she had servants made of solid gold or something.”
Angel: “Pretty much. Until her parents lost it all. Riches
Doyle: “One hell of a come down.”
Angel: “Yeah, but she’s doing all right.”
Cut to Cordy opening the door to her apartment. The key sticks and when
she finally gets it out she scratches up her arm in the process.
Cordy: “Ouch! Damn it!”
Turns on the light. It flickers before it finally stays on. Goes
to the sink to get a drink of water. The water is a dingy brown and
comes shooting out of the faucet, splattering all over her white shirt.
Cordy: “Yeah, well, of course.”
She goes to sit down on the couch and turns on the TV. There is a huge
cockroach on the screen.
Cordy picks the phone up with a groan and dials: “Hello? Hi, this
is Cordelia Chase from apartment 4B. (There are now three cockroaches
crawling over the TV screen.) I thought you were going to have the
exterminator in here today? - Well, if he had don’t you think
there would be.. (puts her foot down and squashes another cockroach, looks
down, the carpet is littered with dead bugs) Ah, oh god! Ahh!”
Cordy slams the phone down and picks up her address book: “Doyle,
She finds his number and dials.
Cut to Doyle’s apartment. The phone is ringing as he comes in. He
hurries in and turns on the light.
Dark brown skinned demon with spines along his jaw and along the sides of his
hairless head: “Hello, Doyle.”
Doyle: “I think you have the wrong place.”
Demon: “You owe money.”
Doyle: “It’s all about money. What about friendship and family
all those things that are priceless, like they say in those credit card
commercial? (Demon looks at him) Oh, yeah right. You’re a
demon of focus. I can see that. - I have your money right
Doyle walks over to a dresser and reaches into the top drawer. The
demon slams the drawer shut on his hand.
Demon: “You’re not stupid enough to have a gun in there, - right?”
Doyle: “Who, me? No way, man! Look!”
Doyle pulls the drawer out and hits the demon on the chin with it then runs
out the door.
Cut to Angel’s apartment. Beethoven’s ‘Ode to joy’ is playing on a
phonograph and you can hear the shower running. Hard knocking on the
door. Angel comes out of the bathroom all wet, wrapping a towel around
his waist and goes to answer the door. Cordelia steps in pushing a
couple of bags into Angel’s hands and walks past him into the apartment.
Cordy: “Oh god, Angel! It’s so terrible! Oh, my gosh.
(Turns around and holds up her hands) Don’t even look at me! I am
such a mess. I am the lowest of the lowest. (Gestures towards the
open door) and you’re going to want to get my other suitcase out there in the
Angel glances out the open door than back at her, still hunched around the
bags in his arms: “What happened?”
Cordy: “My apartment. It’s like the barrio – or the projects or
whatever, and I live there! I’m the girl from the projects!”
Angel almost drops one of the bags: “What? I don’t know about
Cordy: “Get this. I tried to call Doyle. I have sunk that
low. And there was no answer. So, here I am. Not that
you’re the last resort. It’s just that I have nowhere else left to go. (Goes
to sit down while Angel puts down one of her bags) Roaches. Live
one, dead ones. All skinny feet and creepy antlers.”
Cordy: “Oh, my god! I wonder how many stowed away in that
bag? (Angel looks down at the bag he is holding.) Also the water
is all brown and spurty, and not hot! I am dying for a shower.
(Angel puts down the other bag and holds on to his towel with both
hands) I – actually smell! Smell me. I never smell. I
didn’t know I could. - I’m just going to have to stay here until I can find a
decent place, however long that takes, and when I do you are completely
invited over. Hey, you can just dump my stuff on the couch – or let me
have the bed. What ever you feel good about. Also, my suitcase is
still out in the hall. (Picks up one of her bags) Your shower is
in here, right? You have mousse? – Of course you do.”
Cordelia disappears into the bathroom while Angel stands there scratching his
Cut to the next morning. Doyle unlocks the door to the office. As
he checks his watch (it’s 10 am) we see a dark bruise on his right hand.
Cut to Cordelia is sitting at the table wearing a white bathrobe and trying
to see her reflection in a metal vase. She is combing her wet hair with
Doyle comes out of the elevator: “Angel, you around?”
Cordy: “Hey, Doyle. (Angel comes walking into the kitchen wearing
boxers and a short open bathrobe) You ever get that feeling that you
just can’t shower enough? Like something’s happened and you’re never
going to get clean?”
Doyle stares at her: “What?”
Angel comes up behind him, to Cordy holding up one hand: “You got
peanut butter on the bed.”
Cordy: “Really? (Angel looks at her) I don’t think
so. (Angel shows her his hand) I’ll look.”
Doyle: “No, no, no, no, no. Angel man, how could you?”
Angel: “How what?”
Doyle: “Man, you know I was crazy about her, and I was wearing her
down, too. But no, handsome, brooding vampire guy has to swoop in, all
sensitive mouth and overhanging forehead (Angel feels his forehead with a
frown) How about leaving some scraps for the homely looking fellas who don’t
turn evil when they get some?”
Angel: “Cordelia stayed over because something’s wrong with her
place. I was on the sofa.”
Doyle looks over at the sofa: “Oh. (Angel raises his eyebrows at
him) That’s okay, I suppose.’
Cordy walks back in from the bedroom now dressed: “Angel, at some point
in the recent history *you* got peanut butter on your bed, and it’s
gross. I think you’re gonna have to change the sheets.”
Angel: “I don’t eat.’
Cordy: “Well then, I don’t even want to know how it got there.”
Angel stalks off towards the bedroom. Cordy sits down at the table and
begins to brush out her hair.
Doyle: “Hey, Cordy, you look great by the way.”
Cordy: “I wouldn’t know. The man doesn’t even have a
mirror. Like it would kill him to not see himself?”
Doyle laughs then asks: “Listen, I was wondering if anybody called
lately? Maybe asking about me or maybe wanting my address?”
Cordy: “Oh, yeah. Yesterday your cousin called, with one of those
names from your part of England.”
Doyle: “My part of England?”
Cordy: “Conner or Fergus – did he find you?”
Doyle sighs: “Yeah, he did, all right. But you see, a little ah -
warning might have been nice, give a fella a chance to neat the place up, you
Cordy stares at him: “Jeez, I just helped the guy as a favor to
you. (Doyle just looks at her and she stands up) Maybe next time
I won’t bother.”
Doyle: “Well, it’s not like you even have to pick up the phone.
You just let your friend Aura hang there.”
Cordy: “Ok, here’s an idea: How about you make me a list of people
you’re too good to talk to.”
Angel comes back in: “What going on?”
Doyle: “Nothing, just..”
Angel: “You got a bruise on your hand.”
Doyle looks at it: “Badminton.”
Angel picks up a towel from the chair: “And the reason there is a wet
towel on my leather chair?”
Cordelia gives him a big fake smile. Angel drops it back down with a
sigh and leaves the room.
Cut to later.
Doyle sees Cordy cut up Angel’s vinyl floor: “What are you doing?”
Cordy: “I just – I just wanted to see if he had hardwood floors under
there, you know? I – I might be here a while!”
Doyle looks at some trophies on the mantel behind him: “Well, the
things you learn! I had no idea Angel was Queen of the Winter Ball.”
Cordy: “Those are mine. (Groans as she keeps working on the
floor) Though stuff!”
Doyle looks at Cordy’s diploma: “Hey, you high school diploma is all
Cordy: “Yeah, it was a rough ceremony. (Gets up) Yup, there
it is. My whole life – pre here. Five trophies with some of the
shiny worn off.”
Doyle: “It’s good though you can look back. I never look back.”
Cordy: “Look back at what?”
Angel comes down the stairs dressed now: “Doyle, - you down here?
Oh, there you are. There’s a big guy there to see you. I’ll tell
him you’ll be right up.”
Doyle: “Oh, that’s great.”
Angel nods and heads back up the stairs. Doyle runs out the back door.
Cut to Doyle coming out another door. Angel is there, waiting for him.
Doyle: “You know it’s not nice to trick people!”
Angel: “You’re going to tell me what’s going on?”
Cut to Angel and Doyle talking in the office.
Angel: “You don’t even know who this demon is collecting for.”
Doyle: “All right, look, here’s how it works: I owe some people - other
people owe me. I do a favor for some guy and the debt goes away.
It’s a system of checks and balances.”
Angel: “And some of your checks didn’t balance.”
Doyle: “Well, it’ll work out. It just takes a little diplomacy –
the kind of thing you’re so good at, actually. Say, maybe you wouldn’t
mind taking a crack at it?”
Angel with a sigh: “We all have problems. It’s a matter of
priorities. And at the moment I’ve got a bigger one then you do.”
Doyle: “Bigger than a Kailiff demon?”
Angel: “Much. I’m thinking you can help me with mine and maybe I
can help you with yours.”
Doyle: “I don’t know, man. I mean, what’s your problem,
exactly? Because you know, vampire business is..”
Cordy clears her throat: “Hi! (Smiles and waves) I was just
wondering if you had any linoleum glue – for if it started curling up all
Angel: “I’ll be there in a minute.”
Cordy turns to go: “Ok.”
Angel to Doyle: “Find her an apartment and I’ll deal with your demon.”
Cut to a guy showing an apartment to Cordy and Doyle.
Doyle: “You know, I wish you would just let me call my guy.”
Cordy holding a newspaper: “I’m not going to get an apartment through
“some guy”. He probably judges the property value on how far the bus
ride is to the track.”
Doyle looks around: “Well, it can’t get any worse then this, can it?”
Cordy: “You can’t tell anything from the hallway.”
The apartment is tiny and totally mildewy.
Doyle: “Hey, you’re right. You know what I smell in here?
Cordy: “The next one will be better.”
Cut to a clean-cut guy leading them down some steps. He pulls a curtain
aside to reveal a toilet and sink.
Guy: “It’s like a community, you know? We share all the upkeep
Cordy to Doyle: “Oh, my urination just hasn’t been public enough
Guy: “Oh, we don’t believe in barriers. It’s the first rule of
the great leader. Ah, you can come to the meetings if you want.
Every morning at 5:00.”
Cordy: “Okay, that’s just a touch too early for me.”
Guy: “Oh, you’ll be up. The Chanting starts at 4:00.”
Cut to Cordy standing in the doorway of a nice apartment. There is a
big guy with a big gut standing next to her.
Big guy: “So, you’re a single gal – going to be living here
alone? Because I’m right across the hall and you can sleep easy knowing
that I’m the only other soul in the world with a key to that door.
(Smiles at her and tosses his keys in the air) You just think about
that while you look, okay?”
Cordy looks a Doyle and takes a deep breath: “Okay, just out of
curiosity, you said you know a guy?”
Doyle: “Finally. What is it with you and Angel? You got to
do everything the hard way.”
Cut to Angel looking around Doyle’s apartment. The Kailiff demon wraps
an arm around his neck from behind.
Cut to a lady in a suit letting Cordy and Doyle into a furnished apartment.
Cordy: “Oh, my gosh. Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?”
Doyle looking at Cordy’s back: “No, never.”
Cordy looks around: “It’s perfect. Really, really, it’s just – perfect.
(Looks in the bedroom) It’s amazing in there. (To Lady)
What’s wrong with it?”
Lady: “There’s nothing wrong with it. The previous tenant just
broke their lease last week. I don’t know how you even heard about
it. (Cordy smiles at Doyle) It’s quite a bargain, and the
furniture comes with. Do you think you want it?”
Cordy: “I – I used to have this. I – I was..”
Lady: “I guess it’s your lucky day.”
Cordy: “I used to have those, too.”
Doyle: “She’ll take it.’
Lady leaving: “I’ll fill out the rental forms.”
Cordy points at a wall: “First thing hire someone to take out that
Doyle: “I though you said it was perfect.”
Cordy: “Yes, and part of being perfect is that there being one tiny
flaw for me to fix.”
Doyle: “Ah, must be why you find me so fascinating.”
Cordy laughs: “Oh my gosh, I love my apartment. Your guy found
the perfect place. (Hugs Doyle) I love your guy!”
Doyle: “Yeah, well, it’s a pretty good day’s work for us, I
think. I take care of your problem; Angel takes care of mine. All
in all things are pretty sweet.”
Cordy grabs his arm and leads him out: “Yes! And I can move right
As they leave a face-like bulge appears on the wall Cordy wants to tear down.
Cut to the Kailiff demon throwing Angel against the wall in Doyle’s
apartment. Angel turns around, grabs the demon and pushes his face in
Angel in vamp face: “My name is Angel, what’s yours?”
Demon: “Screw you.”
Angel smashes his face in the wall: “My name is Angel, what’s yours?”
Demon growls and angel smashes his face in the wall again.
Angel: “Good start. Who do you work for?”
Griff: “He never gave me his card. (Angel throws him on the
floor) I don’t know his name, he gets his orders to me.”
Angel: “You can get a message back to him?”
Angel back in human face pulls the demon up.
Griff: “You’re letting me go?”
Angel: “No, I’m letting you up. - You were sent to collect
Griff: “At first. But I’m not seeing any money. So now
Doyle gets dead. A message to the others.”
Angel: “And your boss never gets his money. Pretty expensive
message when you add in whatever he is paying you.”
Griff: “My fees are very competitive.”
Angel: “I can get Doyle to pay you the money. You have my
Griff: “I saw what I saw, right? – You’re a vampire. - How
come you’re helping some little demon half-breed?”
Angel: “It’s a good offer. You should take it. On the other
hand you’re making me want to fight some more. You get lucky you might
last ten minutes. Really lucky and you’re unconscious for the last
Griff: “You get Doyle to pay, and he’s safe.”
Angel “Thanks. - Good meeting.”
Cut to Cordy sleeping in her new apartment. The radio on her dresser turns
on and switches to 1400 AM.
Radio music: “You always hurt the ones you love, the ones you shouldn’t
hurt at all..”
Some of the drawers on her dresser open and close.
Voice whispers: “What do you think you’re doing here? You never
should have come.”
Drawer slams shut and Cordy wakes up.
Cut to Angel’s apartment.
Doyle pacing; “I have to pay? Man, I should have just handled
this myself. I mean, I don’t have the money. And you can’t get
blood out of a stone.”
Angel: “They can get blood out of you. - There’s a price on
your head Doyle, they weren’t even looking for money any more.”
Doyle after a moment: “Thanks man, - you probably saved my life.”
Angel: “Can I ask you something? - Why do you live like
Doyle: “Why not live like this? I mean, what’s wrong with
it? (Angel just looks at him and Doyle sighs) Yeah, well, I
guess, it’s the kind of life that keeps your expectations from getting too
high. Seems like you’d understand that.”
Angel: “ I do.”
Angel: “I just don’t know why that’s important to you. -
This kind of life - sort of picked me. You don’t have to do it this
way. What happened?”
Doyle: “Don’t worry about it, okay? And things aren’t all gloom
in Doyle City. - I mean there’s bright spots – like
Cordelia. – I mean, she loves that new place so much, man. She’s
going to be grateful for a long, long time.”
Cut to Cordelia sitting up in her bed, scared. She turns off the radio
and tries to turn on the lamp beside her bed. It doesn’t work.
She reaches for the glass of water on her nightstand and it begins to
boil. Her bed is beginning to levitate.
Cordy: “I just knew this was to good to be true. I just knew
it! I’m from Sunnydale, you’re not scaring me, you know.
No. You’re not scaring me. You’re not scaring me. Not one
Cut to morning. Cordelia is still sitting up in her floating bed
rocking back and forth hugging a pillow. Suddenly the bed drops to the
Cut to Cordy dressed looking at herself in the mirror.
Cordy: “Bright, shiny morning - nothing bad here.”
As she looks to the side the gray specter of an old lady appears in the
mirror beside her reflection but Cordy never notices it.
Cordy steps into the living room and pulls a chair out from the wall.
The Chair slides back. Cordy pulls it out further and this time the
chair smashes back into the wall and one of its legs break. Cordy back
away from it and the curtain cord wraps itself around her arm. She
jumps away with a scream.
Cordy: “You know what? I get it. You’re a
ghost. You’re dead. Big accomplishment! Move
on! - You see a light anywhere? Go towards it, okay?
(Wind starts to blow paper scraps in Cordy’s face) Uh, cold wind, scary!
What are you going to do? Chap me to death? What else have you
There’s a knock on the door and Cordy jumps.
Angel from outside: “Cordelia, are you in there? (Cordy stares at
the door) - Cordelia!”
Cordy goes and hesitantly opens the door. Doyle and Angel are standing
Angel holds up a small potted cactus: “Cactus – housewarming present.”
Cordy: “Oh, hi – thanks.”
Doyle tries to come in and Cordy stops him.
Cordy: “Look I’m still getting it just the way I want. Maybe in a
day or two, okay?”
Doyle pushes past her: “Place looks great. You worry too
much. (Sees the broken chair) Don’t know what you had against
that chair though.”
Cordy looks at Angel still standing outside the door: “Oh, that’s right
you can’t come in. (Angel steps in) Wait! What about the
Angel: “You said when you got a place I was completely invited over.”
Cordy: “What? I didn’t even have a place then. These rules
are getting all screwed up. (Sees Doyle pull on the curtain cord) Oh my
god don’t touch that!”
Doyle pulling the curtain closed: “I’m just closing these so our boss
doesn’t burst into flames, if that’s all right with you?”
Cordy: “Yeah, I guess.”
Angel looks around the apartment: “This is nice. - How
about a tour?”
Cordy points in different directions: “Uh ha, this is the kitchen,
living room, I’m going to knock out that wall. And that’s about
it. Oh, and thanks for the cactus.”
A pair of scissors flies into the air behind Angel’s back and Cordy catches
it before anyone else notices.
Angel: “I can’t believe you can afford this.”
Cody sets the cactus down on a little table and opens the drawer to drop the
scissors in. Suddenly the top of it bulges up in the shape of a face
for a moment. Cordy slams the drawer shut.
Cordy to Angel and Doyle as they turn at the sound: “I bet you two want
lunch. There is this place down the street.. (One of the trophies on
the mantel behind the guys flies at Doyle’s neck and angel catches it)
That thing’s been doing that all morning. I think the - mantel is
Doyle: “That thing lunged at me!”
Angel looking around: “What’s going on?”
Cordy: “Okay, you’re right. It’s not the mantel. It’s a
very, *very* bad trophy.”
There is a moaning sound and the word ‘Die’ appears on the wall behind Cordy
as if blood was soaking through from the inside.
Doyle: “Dear sweet..”
Angel to Cordy to come over to them: “Come on.”
Cordy: “I am not giving up this apartment!”
Angel: “It’s haunted.”
Cordy: “It’s rent controlled!”
Doyle: “Cordy, it says ‘die’!”
Cordy: “Hey, maybe it’s not done. Maybe it’s ‘diet’. That’s
friendly. A little judgmental, sure. (to Angel) I’m not
giving it up. It’s perfect and beautiful. It’s so me. I
Angel trying to lead her out: “You don’t need this. It’s just a
place. You’re more than that.”
Cordy: “How? How am I more then that?”
Doyle: “We can cleanse it. - Well, we can try, can
we? Put the ghost to rest?”
Cordy to Angel: “Can we?”
Angel: “We can try. But we have to go now. We’ll figure it
out at the office.”
Cordy: “Okay. (As the guys try to push her out the door she turns
and yells into the apartment) Listen good, Casper, you haven’t won a
thing here! I’ll die before I give up the apartment, you hear me?
Angel and Doyle get her out and the door shuts.
Friendly little old lady voice: “All right dear, if that is what you
think is best.”
Cut to Angel’s office.
Doyle on the computer: “Lots of stuff here about the building.
Construction bids, city inspections.”
Angel: “Tenants. We need people who lived there.’
Cordy pouring some coffee; “And died there. That’s the
ingredients for ghosts, right?”
Doyle: “Yeah, yeah. This isn’t easy, you know?”
Angel goes to stand beside Cordy: “You know, this really is just a
place to live.”
Cordy: “No, It’s more. It’s beautiful, - and if it goes away it’s
Angel: “Like what?”
Cordy quietly: “Like I’m still getting punished.”
Angel: “Punished. (Cordy nods) For what?”
Cordy: “I don’t know. For what I was? For everything I said
in High School just because I could get away with it? - And then
it all ended, and I had to pay. - Oh, but this apartment – I
could be me again. Punishment over – welcome back to your life!
Like, like I couldn’t be that awful if I get to have a place like that?
- It’s just like you!”
Angel nods: “Working for redemption.”
Cordy frowns confused: “I – I meant because you used to have that
Doyle: “Hey, I found something! Ladies and gentlemen, we have a
death. (Angel and Cordy walk over to him) First person to ever
live in your place – Mrs. Maude Pearson.”
Angel: “How did you get that?”
Doyle: “Name carved over the entrance of the building – Pearson
Arms. I checked the obits for Pearson, we got lucky. Turns out
Maude Pearson built the place and took a unit there, too. And in 1946
she dropped dead of a heart attack in Cordelia’s living room - at age – 57.”
Cordy: “That’s it! That’s her.”
Angel: “I don’t know. It’s not a violent death. I mean, ghosts
Cordy: “It’s her, I know it. That place has that weird little old
lady smell, - like - like violets and aspercreme.”
Doyle: “No, they didn’t find the body for three weeks. So it
wasn’t violets there at the end I’m thinking.”
Cordy; “This is easy. Little old lady ghost, probably hanging
around because she thinks she left the iron on. Let’s get a nice
cleansing spell and do this thing!”
Angel: “Well, this is not an easy spell. I mean, hawthorn berries
and lungwort and bile. We need bile. I don’t know if we can get
Doyle: “I can. I know this guy in koreatown, he does these spells
all the time. I can get the stuff form him.”
Cordy: “Oh, goody! Another one of Doyle’s guys. Tell me, is
this the same guy that help me find my poltergeist-delicious apartment?”
Angel: “Doyle, go! Get what you need. (Doyle leaves. To
Cordy) I’m gonna try and get some more information. Maybe Kate can find
something. You wait here.”
Cordy with a sigh: “Little old lady ghost. How come Patrick
Swayze is never dead when you need him?”
Cut to later. The phone rings in Angel’s office.
Answering machine in Cordy’s voice: “Angel investigations, we help the
hopeless, if that’s you, leave a message.”
Angel voice: “Cordelia, are you there? Look, I think we can end
this whole thing.”
Cordy picks up the phone: “I’m here. About time you called. You
Angel: “Meet me at the apartment and we’ll figure out what to do.”
Hangs up the phone and leaves.
Cut to Cordelia unlocking the door to her apartment. She looks around
the dark and empty apartment.
Angel’s voice: “Cordelia, I’m in the bedroom.”
Cody steps into the bedroom: “Angel?”
She turns around and jumps back from the specter of Maude Pearson.
Maude in Angel’s voice: “You got my call.”
Cordelia runs out of the bedroom. The apartment door won’t open.
She flies backwards through the air. As she picks herself up Maude is
Maude in her own voice: “Poor thing. You just don’t fit in around
here, do you? - Too bad you wouldn’t leave my son alone.”
Cordy: “Your – your son?”
Cut to the police station.
Kate sipping a cup of coffee in front of the computer: “I wish I could
be more help.”
Angel pacing: “It’s okay. Just knowing the kind of things that
didn’t happen is a help. You know, eliminating the possibilities.”
Kate: “Now you’re talking like a detective.”
Angel: “I am a detective.”
Kate: “Well, you see the thing about detectives is that they have
resumes and business licenses and last names. - Pop stars and
popes, those are the one-name guys.”
Angel: “You got me. I’m a pope.”
Kate laughs then gets up as a guy come is to hand her a folder.
Guy: “Here you go.”
Kate looks at the folder: “Davis you are beautiful! Thank
you. (Guy leaves and she sits back down) Let’s take a look.”
Angel: “Jeez, I wasn’t sure you had records that old.”
Kate: “Neither was I. Let’s see. Maude Pearson. There
was an investigation into the death. - Okay, this guy, Detective
Randall, he thought the death was suspicious. The M.E. called it a
heart attack, but it seems there were problems with the son. He was –
Dennis Pearson. He lived with her. They argued a lot.”
Angel: “What about?”
Kate: “A girl. - His fiancé. His mom didn’t like
her. And Dennis skips town with her the day that mom drops dead – what
a co incidence. The cops never caught him.”
Angel: “Unavenged murder.”
Kate: “Sounds like.”
Angel: “There haven’t been any deaths in the same apartment since
Kate: “You saw me check. No murders, not even domestic dispute
Angel: “Not murders – suicides. (Kate stares at him)
There’s a kind of – the kind of killer that does that.”
Kate: “Makes it look like a suicide (After a moment she turns
back to her computer and starts to type) You know there are always
Angel leans over her shoulder and points at the screen: “There.”
Kate: “Margo Dressner – 1959 – and Jenny Kim 1965 – Natalie Davis five
years ago. All in the same apartment. This doesn’t make sense.”
Angel: “I got to make a call.”
Cut to Angel dialing on the payphone out in the hall.
Cut to Angel’s office. The phone rings as Doyle walks in carrying a box
full of stuff.
Doyle picks up the phone: “Ah - Angel Investigations. We hope
you’re hopeless. – No, wait, that’s,,”
Angel: “It’s me. Put Cordelia on.’
Doyle: “She’s not here. Hang on a sec, there’s a message.”
He pushes the button on the machine: “Angel voice: “Cordelia, are
you there? Look, I think we can end this whole thing.” - Cordy:
“I’m here. About time you called. You got something?” - Angel:
“Meet me at the apartment and we’ll figure out what to do.”
Angel: “That’s not me.”
Cut to Cordelia standing in front of Maude in her apartment.
Cordy: “Who ever you think you’re talking to, it’s not me. My
name is Cordelia.”
Maude: “Oh, that’s the name of a cheap small-town tramp trying to sound
better than she is. - You’re not good enough for my boy.
- This will never be your home.”
Cordy: “This is my home. My friends will come here.”
Maude: “You don’t have any friends. Why would anybody care about
you? Nobody really cares. You don’t *deserve* to live here.
You don’t deserve *anything*.”
Cut to Angel and Doyle driving down the road in his convertible.
Angel: “You were right about the ghost. It’s the old woman, Mrs.
Pearson. But she didn’t die of a heart attack her son killed her.”
Doyle: “Murder victim?”
Angel: “Right. Filled with rage and confusion. That’s why
she’s been killing people, she can’t rest until the truth comes out.”
Doyle: “Pretty strong ghost. (Check the stuff in the cardboard
box on the back seat) Bile, we should have gotten more bile.”
Cut to Cordy’s apartment.
Cordy: “I will leave, Please.”
Maude: “Oh, I don’t think so. (Chandelier crashes to the floor
behind Cordy) You’re worthless. (Pushes Cordy back) You’ve
never been kind. (A cable snakes out from where the chandelier used to
hang and snakes around Cordy’s neck) You’ve never been smart.
You’re a user. (The cord goes back up into the ceiling pulling Cordy up
with it.) You’re nothing. Everyone would be glad if you were
Cordy trying to keep the cord from choking her: “No.”
Maude: “Oh, come on. If anyone really cared about you, would you
be here? People let you end up here because they were happy to see you
Cordy goes limp and Maude disappears. The door breaks open and Angel
and Doyle charge in. Angel lifts her up and Doyle gets the noose off
her neck. Angel lays her on the sofa as she begins to cough.
Cordy panting: “The furniture and - and the wall and the blood, she’s
doing it - she is doing it all. - She’ll be back. She’s stronger than
us. She knows me.”
Angel: “We can stop her.”
Cordy crying: “No, no, we can’t stop her.”
Angel: “She’s made a connection with you, right? She thinks
you’re someone, - someone she blames for her murder. Cordelia, answer
Cordy: “I – I’m – I’m taking her son away. She thinks I’m taking
Angel: “That’s good. Her son was the one that killed her.
All right, you’re playing a role in her delusion, that gives you power.
You’re the one that can stop her. (to Doyle) Start the binding
circle, I’ll find the spell.”
Cordy keeps crying while Doyle lays out a circle with the stuff from the
box. There is paper and stuff flying around as Angel flips through an
Angel: “Bring the truth into the light. Let the villain be reveal
that a soul can take its rightful place for eternity.”
Doyle as bigger stuff starts to fly around: “Here she comes. She knows
what we’re doing.”
Angel: “We need Cordelia now.”
Doyle: “Cordy, get up!”
Angel: “Adduce veritatum in lucem. Accipitat laura suam requiatam
reposcant anima suum regnum. - Cordelia, stand in the circle and
strike at its center.”
Cordy sobbing; “What?”
Angel grabs her by the shoulder: “Damn it. Do you know what it
means? The ghost is in contact with you, she’s given you that.”
Maude whispers to Cordy: “They don’t care about you. They want to
you to fail. They know you’re a tarted up little whore.”
Angel hands the book to Doyle without looking away from Cordy: “Doyle,
Doyle takes the book: “Oh, man, Latin. One of those dead
languages you always mean to learn.”
Angel to Doyle: “V sounds like W say each vowel separately.”
Maude is still whispering to Cordy.
Angel grabs Cordy and shakes her: “You *do* know what to do. You
can stop all this. Do it.”
Cordy pushes him away crying: “I can’t.”
Angel: “Look at you. Are you gonna let her *do* this to
you? (Grabs her again) Damn it. You’re Cordelia
Chase. Are you just going to lie there like a weakling? Get off
your ass and be tough!”
Cordy sobs: “I can’t – I can’t!”
Angel: “You’re the biggest pain I have ever seen. Do it now!”
Cordy keeps crying.
Angel looks around: “This isn’t going to work.”
Doyle interrupts his chanting: “And its getting dodgy in here.”
Angel as stuff keeps smashing into the walls: “We’ve got to get her out
of here. This isn’t safe. Now. (He and Doyle grab Cordy and head
for the door) Lets go.”
The door opens and there are a human and two Kailiff demons pointing guns at
Griff: “No one’s going anywhere.”
The three move into the apartment.
The human looking at the destruction: “What’s going on?”
Angel: “You were going to let him pay.”
Griff: “I lied.”
Maude appearing behind the three thugs: “No more people!”
Human: “What is this?”
Griff never taking his eyes off Angel: “Ignore her. It’s just a
Maude from behind Cordy: “Get out!”
Light bulbs are blowing up everywhere, stuff is flying through the air.
Doyle pulls Cordy out of the way as the human shoots at Maude. The
bullet goes through her and breaks a tile surrounding the fireplace.
Maude: “You broke it!”
Angel starts to fight Griff as the human turns and runs. The other
demon pulls Doyle up and threatens him with his gun.
Doyle: “Look I’ll pay. Really! I’ve got a fin in my wallet
Maude: “This is my house!”
The kitchen drawer opens and the butcher knives are starting to hover.
Angel punches Griff and he goes down, he looks over and sees the knives.
Doyle ducks and the knives bury themselves in the other demon’s front.
Cordy is cowering against a wall.
Griff gets back up and throws Angel over the sofa. Cordy goes flying
backwards into the bedroom. The door slams shut on her. Doyle
jumps on Griff’s back.
Cut to the bedroom.
Cordy crying: “I’ll leave. I’m sorry your son killed you.
You can have the apartment. Just let me go.”
Maude: “It’s too late for that.”
Maude: “You know what happens next. Your friends are dirty.
They ruined my nice home.”
Cut to Angel kicking Griff’s butt.
Cut to the bedroom.
Maude: “I knew you were trouble right from the start. (Cordy
drops to the floor and sobs) I’m surprised that my son didn’t smell the
stench of poverty and failure on you. - *I* can.”
Cordy: “I’m sorry.”
Maude: “You better be sorry, you stupid little bitch.”
Cordy stops crying and slowly looks up at Maude: “I’m a bitch.”
Maude: “Take off the bed sheets, make a noose. Go on. It’ll
all be over soon.”
Cordy slowly gets up and looks Maude in the eye: “I’m not a sniveling
whiny little Cry-Buffy. I’m the nastiest girl in Sunnydale
history. - I take crap from no one.”
Maude: “You are going to make yourself a noose and put it around..”
Cordy: “Back off! Polygrip. - You think *you’re*
bad? Being all mean and haunty? Picking on poor pathetic
Cordy? Well, get ready to haul your wrinkly translucent ass out of this
place, because lady, the bitch is back.”
Cut to Angel and Griff fighting.
Cut to the bedroom.
Maude: “Do you think that I’m going to take that from trash like you?”
Cordy: “I tell you what I think. I think that you’re going to
pack your little ghost bags and get the HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!”
There is a flash and Maude gets thrown backwards through the wall.
Cut to Angel dropping Griff for the count. All the stuff flying through
the air suddenly falls down. In the resulting quiet Cordy comes out of
Doyle: “What happened? You did it!”
Cordy: “Yeah, well, she pissed me off.”
Angel: “Or maybe you found her center.”
Cordy looks up her eyes a glazed over all white.
Doyle: “Cordy? What wrong?”
Cordy picks up a metal lamp stand and begins to demolish the wall she has
been wanting to take out all along.
Cordy keeps hitting at it and finally manages to make a hole that reveals a
skeleton bound around with ropes. Maude screams.
Flash to the past. Maude is bricking up her son Dennis is the
wall. The radio is playing “you always hurt the one’s you love”.
Maude: “Look what you’re making me do, Dennis.”
Dennis: “Mom, stop it.”
Maude: “How are you going to leave now, huh? How are you going to
marry that streetwalker now. You are a nothing without me.”
Dennis: “Mom, don’t do this. Please. This is crazy.”
Cut to Maude putting the plaster finish on.
Dennis muffled: “Oh, god. Mom, I can’t breathe.
Please. Mom, let me out. Please mom. I’ll be good. I
promise. I won’t leave. Mom, please let me out. I can’t
breathe. Let me out!”
Maude hangs a picture on the finished wall: “This hurts me then it
hurts you. Good bye, Dennis.”
Maude gasps and collapses with a heart attack.
Cut back to Maude's ghost staring at the skeleton of her son. A white
light oozes out of the skeleton.
Doyle: "Dennis, I presume and probably not too happy with his
Maude: "Dennis, it was for your own good. I had to do
it. She would have made your life miserable. I'm sorry!
(The white light coalesces and heads for mom) Please! - Please!"
There is a great gust of wind and the white light obliterates Maude's
Cordy: "I knew I didn't like that wall!"
Cut to Doyle's apartment. Angel is watching him adding an extra lock to
Doyle: "There. Safe as houses."
Angel: "You're going to live like this?"
Doyle: "I don't see adding a deadbolt having a huge effect on my
Angel: "You know what I mean."
Doyle: "Yeah, there might be - misunderstandings. That sort
Angel: "You know I'll help you out."
Doyle: "For which I'm grateful."
Angel: "But - sooner or later I'm going to need to hear it."
Doyle: "Hear what?"
Angel: "The story of your life."
Doyle sighs: "And quite a tale it is, too. Full of ribald
adventures and beautiful damsels with loose morals..."
Doyle: "I will. - Just - give me time.
(sighs) The past, she don't let go, does she?"
Angel: "Hmm, she never does."
Cut to Cordy ensconced on the sofa in her new apartment.
Cordy on the phone: "God, Aura. I can't believe I missed
your calls! It’s that incompetent girl at work. But things are
going great. - Well, my new apartment for one thing.
Celebrities are practically on top of me. Oh, Steve Paymer, - that's
Dave Paymer's brother lives right down the hall. Oh, you'd know him if
you saw him. And my view, it’s amazing! - Yeah, I have a
room mate, but it's cool. I never see him. (Her can of diet root
beer slides away from her on the sofa table and she puts her hand over the
receiver) Hey, hey - Phantom Dennis, put that back. (Can slides
back. To Aura) All in all its working out great. (The TV turns on
and Cordy covers up the receiver again) Dennis, when I'm on the phone,
that's quiet time. (TV turns off) Thanks. (To Aura)
Sorry. So where were we? Tell me who's wearing what in
Sunnydale. - No! Well, she never did have any taste.
(Laughs) She is so nasty."
FADE TO BLACK