I’ll Take Away Your Bucket.

Gunn: 

This is it, Fred. 

 

No Angel, no Cordy.

We can't find Holtz. 

His psycho girlfriend's gone.

 

We got nothing.

 

Fred: 

There's still Wolfram and Hart.

 

Gunn: 

Right. We just stroll into their heavily guarded law offices

and ask Lilah, The Evil Bitch Queen,

for help finding out what happened to their archenemy, 

but, we're kinda broke, so it'll have to be pro bono.

 

Fred: 

I didn't say it would be easy.

 

Gunn: 

How's impossible?

 

They're Too Big. 

 

Without Angel, we can't afford pissing them off.

 

Fred:

Maybe we should think about asking...

 

Gunn:

No.

 

Fred after a beat:

Well, I'm glad we talked it over.

 

Gunn:

We already asked him for help twice.

 

Fred:

Then we'll ask him again.

 

Gunn:

Fred, Wesley doesn't give a damn about us.

 

Fred:

Have we given him a reason to?

 

Gunn:

He's made his choice.

Now he has to live with it.

 

Gunn turns and leaves the office.

 

A sweaty Lilah sinks down onto an equally sweaty Wes, both naked in his bed.

 

Lilah with a smile:

Hmm. That didn't suck.

Well - maybe just a little bit.

 

Wes:

Perhaps that is something we can expand on next time."

 

Lilah:

What makes you think there will be a next time?"

 

Wes:

Because you can't resist me."

 

Lilah pulls Wes head back by his hair and licks the side of his face.

 

Lilah:

I think you have that backwards.

 

Lilah rolls off him and gets out of bed.

 

Wes:

Where are you going?

 

Lilah:

Snack break's over.

Time I get back to work.

 

Wes:

And Wolfram and Hart does its best work after dark.

 

Lilah, getting dressed:

Sun's bad for your complexion. Ask Angel.

Oh, right. You can't, because of the whole

'wanting to smother you with a pillow' thing.

 

Wes:

Wouldn't think kidnapping his son

would have such a negative effect on our friendship.

 

Lilah:

You thought you were doing the right thing.

I hear that can be confusing.

 

Have you tried talking to him?

Maybe when he gets back you can...

 

Wes laughs.

 

Lilah:

What?

 

Wes:

I have no idea where Angel is, Lilah,

or what happened to him.

 

And I really couldn't care.

 

Lilah:

Wow. That was cold.

 

(Goes to sit on the edge of the bed)

 

I think we're finally making progress.

 

Come on. Doesn't it bother you just a little bit?

The not-knowing?

 

Wes:

That part of my life is dead.

Doesn't concern me now.

 

Lilah, looking at him: 

No, it doesn't.

 

Lilah leans down for a quick kiss goodbye,

but Wes grabs a hold of her hair and pulls her back for a deeper kiss. 

 

After a moment Lilah pulls back and Wes watches her walk out of the room.

 

As soon as she is gone he pulls on his pants then goes to unlock the safety bolt on his closet door. 

 

The door swings open to reveal a second one made of metal bars.

 

Wes: 

It's time.

 

Wes looks through the bars at a shackled and gagged Justine.

 

Wes: 

Let's go for a boat ride.

 

Break

 

Wes steers a small ship across the dark ocean.

 

Justine: 

So, what's it gonna be tonight, captain?

 

Bicycle, old tire, 

or maybe we'll get real lucky and catch us nice shopping cart. 

 

Here's a wacky thought: 

Why don't you swim down there yourself?

 

Wes flips a switch and looks down at a readout.

 

Wes: 

No contact. 

We'll try the next grid.

 

Wes walks over to the map laid out on the table and makes some markings.

 

Justine: 

You really think finding Angel is going to change anything?"

 

Wes: 

Everything Changes.

 

Justine: 

Well, I guess anything is better

than sitting around in my cage all day

with nothing to do but to fill my bucket.

 

Wes: 

Perhaps you should have considered that 

before slitting my throat.

 

Wes walks back to the steering wheel.

 

Justine: 

The Great Wesley Wyndham-Price,

the shining beacon of all that's good and pure. 

 

But wait, no! 

 

That's before he started banging The Enemy 

and keeping slave-girl in his closet.

 

Wes:

You were always A Slave, Justine. 

You just couldn't see the chains.

 

Justine: 

Thanks, Swami, I'll meditate on that.

 

Wes:

You think she would be disappointed?

 

Justine:

Who?

 

Wes: 

Your Sister.

 

(Justine turns away) 

That's where it all began, isn't it? 

 

Sister murdered by a vampire, 

consumed by a need of revenge...

 

Justine, 

spinning to face him: 

 

For Justice!

 

Wes: 

Is that what you call it? 

 

Turning A Son against His Father.

 

Justine: 

Angel got what he deserved.

 

Wes: 

We all get what we deserve. 

You and Holtz deserved each other. 

 

You two have so much in common. 

 

Pain, loss,

deep seated lack of anything approaching humor.

 

Justine: 

I don't know. We had a few laughs. 

Getting you to steal Angel's baby, now that was a good one.

 

Wes: 

Better than tricking Connor 

into sinking His Father 

to the bottom of the ocean?

 

Justine: 

Well, that was worth a couple of yuks, too.

 

Wes: 

Not much of a plan though, was it, really? 

 

Easy to figure out which door to kick in when Angel went missing. 

 

And not much harder to persuade you

to betray everything Holtz had given His Life for. 

 

Not that it was worth very much. 

 

Well, you should know. 

You're the one that ended it.

 

Justine picks up the wrench that was holding down the maps

and hauls back to hit the back of Wes' head.

 

Wes, 

without turning to look: 

I'll take away your bucket.

 

Justine tosses the wrench back on the table.