I Wouldn't Presume to Know What She Wants.

INT. ANGEL'S OFFICE - NIGHT 

A downtrodden Wesley sits in Angel's office, explaining the situation. 

WESLEY (deadpan) :

I didn't send her. 

We were discussing Gunn. 

I explained his situation, 

our inability to get him out. 

She nodded, created a portal, 

and disappeared. 

ANGEL (irritated) 

So she's just, what, helping you out? 

She's your little helper. 

WESLEY 

I would hardly call her— 

ANGEL 

Well, she sure was helpful beatin' me up. 

Wes, do you have any idea 

why she's doing all this for you? 

WESLEY 

Does it matter? She may be able 

to get him out. 

ANGEL 

Or she might get him killed. 

It doesn't track, Wes. 

Why would she take on 

any risk for us? 

WESLEY 

I doubt this poses a risk to her. 

She has The Power of a God. 

ANGEL 

She has The Ego of a God. 

WESLEY 

She was Ruler of The World, after all. 

This sort of thing goes to one's head. 

ANGEL 

Apparently. 

WESLEY 

I am making progress. 

There is distance, of course. 

She would never accept 

any of us as peers. But... 

I afford Her some amusement 

at the very least. 

It may be why She's 

still here. 

ANGEL 

She's still here because this place reeks of 

Influence. She had everything, Wes.

 Everything. You think she's not lookin' 

to get that back? 

WESLEY 

I wouldn't presume to know What She Wants. 

But I understand the resource, 

The Power she represents. 

If we could just find some way 

to integrate her, to 

convince her to — 

ANGEL 

To do what? Join The Team? 

A portal appears in Angel's office, 

and Illyria brings Gunn through it, 

pushing him to the floor 

at her feet. 

ANGEL 

Gunn. 

WESLEY 

(stands to face them, backs up 

to stand closer to Angel) 

Illyria. 

ILLYRIA 

(grabs Gunn by The Throat and 

lifts him into the air; Gunn gags) 

This Thing... 

ANGEL 

(approaches Illyria confrontationally) 

Let him go. 

ILLYRIA 

It's important to you. 

WESLEY 

(softly) 

Illyria, stop. 

ILLYRIA 

It holds value — Worth 

beyond price. 

ANGEL (angrily) :

I said, let him— 

WESLEY 

(touches Angel's arm, steps forward)

Yes, great worth. A great debt. 

You're talking of 

The Debt, aren't you... 

of What We Owe You? 

ILLYRIA 

(Gunn grunts as she drops him 

and he falls to the ground) 

Of What You Owe Me. 

(walks out of the office) 

ANGEL 

(watches Illyria leave, 

then smirks to Wesley) 

Go Team.