Opening scene


Wesley researches a demon from one of Cordelia’s visions.
Wesley is sitting in front of a book open to a woodcut of a demon.

Wes: "Honestly, have you ever seen anything lovelier? So---graceful, so full of life. And those eyes... make you feel like you're the only man in the room."

Cordelia starts to question Wes about his romantic feelings towards Fred.
Cordy: "Fred."

Wes: "Oh.---Yes---but, you know---timing. I'll make my move when I feel the iron is hot."

Cordy tells him he had better strike soon, tells him she
was the ditziest bitch in Sunnydale, could have had any man she wanted. Now she is all superhero-y and the best action she can get is an invisible ghost who's good with the Loohfah."
Turns from filing away her notes to look at Wes. Wes looks at her for half a moment then looks back down at his book.

Wes: "I'm sorry. I missed that last part."

Cordy says he is a gentleman.
Angel steps in.
Angel: "Who's doing what with the Loofah?"

Wes, getting up: "Not Loofah, Looh-fah. Nooctm... Skumth. It's a demon."
Cordy (to Angel): "So, you went with the dark clothes today."
Angel: "Ask me why I'm smiling."
Cordy: "I will, because it's scaring me."
Angel pulls some tickets out of his back pocket and holds them up.
Angel: "We---are stepping out."


Shot of the Hyperion by day.

Gunn and Fred return from breakfast and Gunn compliments Fred’s appearance. She is clearly affected by this, but Gunn doesn’t notice.

Instead while walking into the lobby he spots Angel with the tickets, and tells Angel he will cover the cost.
Angel tries to tell him the tickets aren’t for the show he wanted ;

Gunn is disappointed when he hears of the ballet because he expected tickets to see Mahta Hari the best band in LA.
Angel’s simply excited that he’ll be able to see the show by the same company that he witnessed in 1890.
Angel: "Oh, yeah. Yeah. I saw their production of Giselle in eighteen-ninety. I cried like a baby. And I was evil!"

Fred: "I-I think it sounds exciting!"
Wes: "Yes."
Gunn says he’s lost all trust in Angel, but Cordy and everyone else are in.

At the theatre

The director of the ballet company, wearing a Russian cross with a red stone in the middle on his tie and another man are walking backstage at the theater.
Man: "It's such an honor to have the company here, I have to say. All of LA is buzzing. To have the Blinnikov performing Giselle... I can't imagine what's tonight's going to be like."
Director: "It will be the performance of a lifetime."
The camera angle changes so that we are looking down on them from the rigging past some gray-skinned hands while hearing some strange giggling.
Director: "I guarantee it."


Intro

Cordy and Fred are in a fancy clothing store.

The guys are all going to be wearing tuxes, so they have to be dressed up as well. Fred is clearly uncomfortable.
Fred: "Are you certain this is the place for us?"
Cordy decides to talk to Fred about Wes, but Fred mistakenly thinks she is talking about Gunn.

Fred: "It---it's not like we've said anything or... but he's so sweet... and commanding, and I feel so comfortable around him...(Looks down) I mean, I don't even know if he feels..."

Cordy: "He feels."
Fred, looking up: "Feelings?"
Cordy: "Oh, there is definite feelings. We find the right outfit for tonight, there may be actual feeling."
Fred: "And then we have to find a dress for you. Something that will make Angel crazy."

Cordy: "Fred, sweetie. Angel \B{is} crazy."
Fred: "Well, I know he's gonna wanna look his best for you."
Cordy: "That's right. The world's champion is gonna spend all day worrying about his outfit!"


In Angel’s room
Later that night;


Lorne is wiping at the back of Angel's tux jacket with a rag.
Connor is sleeping soundly, and while Angel was singing Connor’s lullaby, Lorne read Angel, and knows he has feelings for Cordelia.
Angel tries to deny it.
Angel: "You're not supposed to be reading me. Anyway, you read me wrong."
Angel sits down on the edge of his bed and starts to put his shoes on.
Lorne: "Sorry, strudel. It's not just when you're singing. We got a little term back in Pylea. Kyrumption?"
Angel: "I know it."
Lorne: "Okay. When two great heroes come together..."
Angel: "There will be no coming together, okay? Everything we've been through together and all anybody wants to talk about is..."
Lorne: "Can't fight Kyrumption, cinnamon buns. It's fate. It's the stars. Kyrumption is..."

Angel gets up: "Stop saying that. And stop calling me pastries."
They are both stopped when Cordy walks in, looking ravishing.
Both of them turn to look at Cordy standing in the doorway, showing off her dress.
Angel: "You---you look like..."

Cordy: "Like a ballet fan? (Comes swaying into the room) An aficionado? A devotee, in fact? (Reaches up to adjust Angel's bow-tie) Tonight I've decided that we don't have to be our incredibly dreary selves. (Smiles at Angel) Tonight we're just a couple of young sophisticates enjoying an evening of classical dance. How does that sound?"

Angel: "Sounds just right."

Meanwhile, Gunn is delaying coming out into public in his tux. Fred is all done up, and waiting for Gunn to emerge. She finally coaxes him out, and they both look at each other, taking in how great the other looks.
Wesley comes in drapes Fred's stole over her shoulders.
Wes: "Not at all. (Notices Gunn) Finally came out of hiding."

Gunn motions towards Fred: "And look at my reward."
Wes: "Yes. Isn't she a vision."
Gunn: "A lot of that going around."
Cordy is walking down the steps on Angel's arm.
Cordy: "Thank you, but no thank you. There will be no visions tonight."
Angel: "How can you be sure?"
Cordy: "I had a vision."
Wes drapes her jacket over Cordy's shoulders.
Cordy: "Thank you. (Whispering) The iron is hot."
Wes looks from Cordy to Fred. They all walk out of the lobby.


The gang arrives at the ballet,
Fred looks around the theater lobby with a big smile on her face.

The gang settles into their seats. Wes, Fred and Gunn are sitting together in one row. Angel and Cordy have seats in the row just behind them.
Angel: "Sorry they're not closer. Getting five seats together..."
Wes: "Don't be silly. Best place. We get the whole panorama from here."
Cordy: "Besides, back here we stand less chance of setting off the 'under seventy' alarm."
Angel: "Back in the day I'd always get box seats. Or I'd just eat the people who had 'em.'
Cordy: "Don't lets reminisce. We're here. Enjoy."

The camera pans down to the stage as the curtain opens. As the ballet begins we pan up to a box, where the Russian director is watching the performance.

We get a shot of Cordy snoring in her seat. She jerks and moves, without waking so her head is now lying against Angel's shoulder, still quietly snoring away.

In the row in front of them Wes glances at Fred, while Gunn is leaning forward, intent on the stage, a smile on his face. Fred looks over at Gunn and smiles. Angel, Cordy still snoring, is watching the performance, a frown spreading over his face.

The act comes to an end and people begin to applaud.
The cheering and clapping at intermission rouses Cordy from her sleep.
Cordy looks at Angel's jacket where her head was resting.

Cordy: "That isn't drool, is it?"
Angel: "It's okay. Matches the back."

The group is walking out in the lobby.

Gunn cannot stop gushing about the performance. Wesley asks Angel if much has changed since he last saw it, and Angel says that nothing has changed – the dancers are even the same.

Fred: "That's impossible. We're watching the exact same troupe you saw in nineteen-ninety?"
Gunn: "I think he said eighteen-ninety."
Fred: "Oh. Okay, that's much more impossible."
Angel: "So, somebody wanna tell me how we're watching a show starring people who should have died sixty years ago?"

The gang exchanges looks but no one volunteers any ideas.

Cordy: "Well, it's a puzzler. Are there snacks?"
Possibilities fly, including the fact that the dancers could be vampires.

Angel: "Not it. I'd know. I'd sense it."
Wes: "Even all the way back there... (Angel looks at him) ...with the---panoramic view?"

Angel decides to go backstage to check it out. He sends the others back to their seats, but Cordy decides to come with him.
Wes: "How will the dancers keep time without your rhythmic snoring?"

The lights flicker and a soft chiming sounds to indicate the end of the intermission.
Cordy to Wes: "Don't think that's not coming back to haunt you."

Angel and Cordy are descending some stairs and spot a big security guard standing in front of the door at the bottom.

Cordy: "Check out the zeppelin."
Angel: "Awful lot of muscle for a ballet company."
Angel knocks the guard out. When they get backstage, they see it goes on forever.

Cordy: "Okay. You saw the building as we drove by. Do you remember it going on forever?"
Angel glances past her down a corridor that stretches on without an end in sight.
Angel: "It's clearly a spell, or a time flux, or something. I don't think we wanna be rushing in here."
Cordy: "Well, lets get the others and talk options."
They turn back to the door they just came through, but instead there is just another corridor, stretching on forever.
Angel: "Works in theory."

Wes, Fred and Gunn are watching the dance. So is the director up in his box.

Angel and Cordy are walking down the corridor. They hear a soft sobbing, and follow the sound.

Angel opens a door and they enter.
Angel: "This is her dressing room."
Cordy: "The prima ballerina."
Angel: "It's unchanged."

It is opuylent, and cluttered with costumes, jewelry and cosmetics. The room is warm, and Cordy knows that someone would always meet her here. Cordy sits down at the dressing table and picks up a little chain with a cross on it.

Cordy: "She would wait for him here."
Angel: "It's warm. It's very warm."
Cordy turns to look at him: "I feel it."
Angel: "Something happened here."
Cordy stands up: "Angel?"
Angel: "Yeah?"
Cordy: "I want you---to undress me."
Angel: "You what?"

He struggles with what she has just said, but then she is herself again. Angel is now possessed, and Cordy is repossessed. They come together, and they can’t keep their hands to themselves.

Angel steps closer: "Is that what you want?"
Cordy: "Please... I..."
Angel: "You want me to make love to you right here?"
Cordy: "You know I do."
Angel caresses her cheek and leans in closer.
Angel, whispering: "But you're afraid."
Cordy: "What if he finds us?"
Angel: "I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid of anything."
Cordy, whispering: "I'm only alive when you're inside me."

They start kissing.


We see the prima ballerina dancing with the lead dancer.
Cordy and Angel are still kissing passionately .When Cordy brings her hand up (the hand with the cross) to Angel’s face. The cross brushes his face, suddenly there is a hissing sound and Angel jerks away, putting one hand up against the side of his mouth and cheek.

Angel: "Ah! Cordelia."
Cordy: "Yes."
Angel: "I'm sorry."
Cordy: "No. We so need to be out of here."
Angel: "Yes."
They're both breathing rather fast as they move back together.
Cordy, not trying to get away: "This isn't out of here."
Angel: "I know.---Right."

Remaining on the verge of another kiss they move across the room. Cordy turns so that her back is to Angel, snaking one of her arms up behind his neck.

Cordy, breathless: "Open the damn door."
Angel: "Kinda hard."
Cordy: "Kinda noticed."

Never losing touch with Cordy's body, Angel reaches around and twists the door handle. Breaking apart, they hurry through the open door, and Angel slams it shut behind them.

Cordy: "Whoa!"
Angel, leaning with his back against the door: "That's a fair assessment."
Cordy, points at the door: "What the hell is that place?"
Angel: "There's spirits in there. Energy trapped in time. It took us over."
Cordy: "Yee. Scary.---Well, it's a good thing it wears off right away."

Cordy laughs as both of them look down. Angel takes off his tux jacket and folds it over his arm, strategically positioned in front of his body.

Angel: "Yeah. Good thing."

At Angel’s room

Lorne tucks Connor into the crib in Angel's room singing softly a lullaby.
Lorne, singing: "Go to sleep, lullaby, you've been fed and you're sleepy. You'll be with uncle Lorne, who in no way resents not being asked to go to the ballet."

Lorne sits down by a desk and picks up a magazine.
Lorne, singing: "And is certainly, not thinking, of selling you to the first vampire cult that makes him a decent offer..."
The camera moves through the lobby, and up the stairs. Turns down the hallway.
Lorne is reading the magazine, humming to himself. He stops and glances towards the door. Puts the magazine down as he gets up.
Lorne picks up Angel's fighting ax, leaning against the nightstand next to the rubber ducky, and heads for the door.

The door opens as Lorne reaches it and his eyes go wide.

Lorne: "Oh my god."


Angel and Cordy are wandering down a hallway.

When Cordy realizes she said something important. The prima ballerina had a secret lover, and Angel thinks that is the reason why they are stuck there.
Cordy says they have to go back into the room, and find out more.
Cordy: "All we have to do is play the scene. Get in, get out. No one gets happy."

Angel: "What if there is---no more talking in that scene?---Look, I've been possessed by the spirits of old lovers before. Never goes well."

Cordy pulls out the necklace with the cross and holds it up.
Angel isn’t thrilled with this plan, because he has feelings for Cordy.

Up in the theater, Fred is watching the ballerina and the lead dance. Wes' hand slowly moves towards Fred's hand, resting on her knee---just as Gunn's hand does the same.

Fred realizes Angel and Cordy haven’t come back. They’ve been gone far too long, and she says they should go find them. Gunn doesn’t want to go because he will miss the end of the ballet.

Cordy and Angel are back in the dressing room of the ballerina, standing a few feet apart.

But nothing is happening.They are both wooden and rushing through the part of the re-enactment.
Angel awkwardly takes a hold of Cordy's shoulders and pulls her closer.

Angel: "Well, I'm not afraid of anything."

Cordy squints her eyes closed and leans in to give Angel a quick smooch. Then they both look around the room.
Angel: "Maybe it only works the one time. You know, when the energy..."
Cordy reaches up and pulls Angel into a passionate kiss. The cross necklace drops from her fingers behind Angel's back.

Fred and the guys come across the unconscious security guard.
Gunn: "At least Angel left us a trail."
We hear mixed laughter and crying and two shapes move away as Gunn, Fred and Wes step over the downed guard and through the door.

The director is up in his box, watching the ballerina dance. We see two pairs of white-gloved hands on the back of his chair and hear the same mix of laughter and crying.

Director: "Deal with them. I can't be bothered right now."
The two shapes move away.

In the dressing room,

Angel is laying Cordy back on the lounge in the ballerina's dressing room, covering her neck with kisses. They are all over each other, Cordy as the ballerina tells Angel (her lover Stefan) that she fears Kurskov, because he has power to make things difficult for them. Stefan doesn’t hear her, and they continue to kiss passionately on the couch.

Cordy: "This is wrong."
Angel: "Hush."
Cordy: "You don't know him.---He has power."
Angel: "The power to do this?"
Cordy gasps, takes a deep breath---and another.
Cordy: "Stephan, his power is unnatural. He could..."
Angel: "What? Kill us?"
Cordy: "Worse."
Angel: "Kurskov owns the company. He doesn't own you."

Cordy: "He doesn't know that. He thinks I'm his. (Sits up as a Russian accent enters her speech) That I dance for him. He is nothing but a deluded fan. He thinks I love him."

Angel: "Come away with me. Now. Tonight. We'll disappear. Even \B{he} won't find us."
Cordy: "I...---Stephan, everything I worked for is here."
Angel: "You can still dance."
Cordy: "Can I? I don't... Not yet.---Maybe when we're..."
Angel: "Don't. Don't make promises."
Cordy: "Help me.---Help me be not afraid."

She sinks back onto the lounge and Angel goes back to kissing her neck. Angel slides Cordy’s dress off her shoulders,


Fred, Gunn and Wes are walking the corridors.

Gunn: "This is very not right."
Fred: "Do you hear it?"
Wes: "There is something."
Two shapes flit across the corridor behind them, unnoticed. We can hear low moaning.

Wes: "Someone's in pain."
Fred: "Either that, or someone's in fun."


Angel is working his way south of Cordy's belly button, covering her bare skin with kisses.

Cordy, moaning: "Oh, no. (Suddenly her eyes widen and she sits up) Oh, no!"
Angel straightens up just in time to get knocked to the floor by one of Kurskov’s lackeys.

Cordy peeks over the back of the lounge and watches as the minion, his face painted to resemble a comedy mask (forever smiling) hits Angel across the chin with a hard right.   Angel hits back, knocking the minion to the floor.  Cordy, pulling the straps of her dress up onto her shoulders

Cordy throws up her hands to shield herself as Angel charges at her. Cordy lets out a scream as Angel launches himself over her, tackling the minion set to attack Cordy from behind.


The others out in the corridor follow the sounds of the fight.

Gunn: "Now that sounds less like fun."
One of Kurskov's minions, wearing a gray 'tragedy mask' come up behind Gunn. Gunn lets out a scream as the minion stabs him from behind with a sword. Fred cries out in anguish

Another sword wielding minion is confronting Wesley. Wes: "Fred, stay between us."

Gunn: "I need to..."
Fred picks up a prop and wallops the tragedy minion as Gunn drops to his knees with a groan.

Fred: "Wesley!"

Wes catches the tragedy minion's sword as Fred tosses it to him and engages the 'comedy' minion.

Wes: "Can you handle the other?"
Wes glances back to see Fred continuing to wallop on the sobbing 'tragedy' minion, before turning back to face his own foe.

Wes: "Well, then. Just us."

Cordy is throwing cushions and whatever else comes to hand at a laughing 'comedy' minion, while Angel has the 'tragedy' minion on the floor, choking it. The 'comedy' minion slashes at Cordy with its sword. Cordy picks up a short stick, decorated with swaths of ribbons. Looks at it as she dodges another swing, then over towards Angel.

Cordy: "A little help!"
The 'tragedy' minion pulls out a stiletto and stabs Angel through the heart with it. Angel: "Thank you."

Angel pulls out the stiletto, knocks the 'tragedy' minion across the chin, then stabs it through the heart with its own sword, at the same time throwing the stiletto to skewer the 'comedy' minion through the throat.

Cordy watches the minion drop to the floor then hurries over to Angel.

Angel: "You alright?"
Cordy: "Yeah. We gotta move."
Angel looks from one minion to the other.
Angel: "You think they're not dead?"
Cordy: "You just looked \B{really} hot doing that."
Angel: "Oh."
Cordy nods: "Yeah."
Angel: "Run."

They jump up and run out the room, Angel taking the minion's sword with him.

Wes is fencing with the 'comedy' minion out in the corridor. The minion, with its grotesque comedy mask, is laughing the whole time. After some fancy sword and curtain work, Wes manages to run it through with his blade.

Wes: "Who is laughing now?"
The minion lets out a weak laugh.
Wes: "Well, you. But I still win."

Fred helps Gunn to bind his wound.

She is clearly distressed by the possibility that he is seriously hurt. The tension between them builds, and they come closer together.

Gunn: "Hey. (Gunn carefully reaches out and pulls Fred against him) Hey. (Gunn strokes Fred's shoulder then pulls back and tries to look into her eyes) You really that worried about me?"

Fred, not looking at him: "You probably think I'm an idiot."
Gunn, quietly: "I think if you care that much---the wound is definitely deep."
Fred raises her eyes to look at him: "The light is dimming?"
Gunn: "And all I ask (looks at her lips) is one (slowly leans forward) last..."

They kiss softly. The camera pulls back and we see Wesley standing a little way away watching them, his face reflected in a polished brass mirror. Wesley slowly turns and walks away.

We hear the sound of a sword tip dragging along the floor, see black clad legs shambling into view. Their owner drops to his knees and we see that it is Wesley. He bows his head, then turns it to look at the camera as and ominous music begins to play. The shot of Wes' face blends into a shot of Kurskov watching the prima ballerina dance on stage.

Gunn and Fred are getting to their feet as Angel and Cordy come up a branch of the corridor.

Angel: "You guys alright?"
Fred: "Charles got stabbed."
Gunn pulls up his shirt as Cordy hurries over to take a closer look.
Angel looks at the dead minions.
Angel: "The same guys that attacked us."
Fred: "Cordy---your tag's showing."

Fred tucks the tag back away.

Gunn: "Any idea where we are or what the hell?"
Angel, shifting on his feet: "Yeah. Cordy and I hit kind of a mystical hotspot back in one of the dressing rooms."

Cordy tells them what they have learned about the Prima Ballerina; that she had a lover, but she was afraid of what the Count would do to her if he found out.
He had some type of power.
Wesley walks in, and says the Count was a wizard.

They all turn to see Wes standing on the threshold of one of the corridors archways, sword carried loosely by his side. Wes tells them the Count was so obsessed with the girl he pulled her out of time so she could dance for him forever.

Gunn: "And now we're stuck here?"

Wes says if they can distract the Count, Angel could destroy his power source, and put the ballerina back into time.
Angel goes to find the Count, when they notice one of the dead minions is slowly rising, begins to shake, then splits in two, one wearing a tragedy mask and sobbing, the other wearing a comedy mask and laughing. Angel grabs them both in a head lock under each arm and breaks both their necks. As soon as they hit the floor they start shivering and splitting each into a new pair of theater minions.
Fred: "The more we kill, the more he makes."

Cordy, pointing: "Look!"

For a moment the wall of the corridor wavers, revealing another reality behind it.
Wes: "And that is draining his energy. Angel, try and find a way to the stage. The count will be watching."
Angel starts to walks away, muttering under his breath that the Count probably has a box.
Wes puts a hand on Angel's arm as he walks past and Angel stops to look at him.

Wes: "Find his power center and destroy it. We'll try and loosen his hold."

Gunn: "By making more monsters? Man with the frightening plan!"

A minion comes up the corridor and Angel spin kicks it, breaking its neck before heading past it.

Cordy, pointing: "Back here. They can't surround us."

They all move into the corner Cordy indicated. Cordy picks up one of the minion's swords, handing its stiletto to Gunn as he and Fred walk past her. Wes puts a hand on Gunn's arm.

Wes: "You two---(Looks from Fred to Gunn, then back to Fred)---stay close together. I'll take point."
Cordy, coming up beside him: "I hope you're in a killing mood."
Wes: "I should do alright."

We get intercut shots of the ballerina dancing on stage, the gang fighting the minions, and Angel looking for a way out of the corridor maze. The wall next to Angel flickers and after a split second's hesitation, Angel leaps at it---and lands in the wings off the stage. He sees the ballerina standing there watching from just off stage, waiting, at the same time the ballerina also comes dancing off the stage, her image shivering and dissolving as she passes from the view of the theater audience.

Angel: "Hello?"
The ballerina's head whips around and she stares at Angel.
Ballerina, speaking with a Russian accent: "Who are you?---There's no one...---You're new."
Angel: "I'm pretty old, actually. (Slowly walks closer) I've seen you dance."
Ballerina, looking out on the stage: "Everyone sees me."
Angel: "It was Giselle then, as well."
Ballerina: "Always."

Angel looks past the ballerina and sees Kurskov up in his box.
Angel: "I know what's happening. Count Kurskov---he's punishing you."
Ballerina: "He made me. He owns me. And when I dance it is only for him."
Beside Angel the air shivers as a row of dancers materializes and passes out onto the stage.
Angel: "Do you believe that?"

The gang all have swords now, fighting the minions.

Wes: "It's working!"
Gunn: "Yeah, there are dozens of them. Yay us!"
Wes: "It has to be weakening his hold."

Angel reaches out his hand towards the stage and it vanishes from view in mid-air.
Angel: "I can help you. But you have to do something."

Angel tells her that it is up to her to stop the dancing. She has to change her dance, and this change will cause the Count to lose his power. She is not sure she can do it, but she wants the dancing to stop.
Resolved, she dances onto the stage, towards a waiting gentleman.
Instead of continuing to him, she changes the choreography, and moves away.
Up in his box, Kurskov jumps up out of his chair.

Kurskov: "No!"
The dancers begin to fade.

As the ballerina begins to dance again, the body of the lead dancer shivers and dissolves. The ballerina stops, holding a pose, and looks up defiantly at Kurskov's box. Angel run out onto the stage and with two great leaps lands in Kurskov's box. He grabs him by the lapels and pulls him close.

Angel: "Hey, where is your power centre?
Kurskov: "How dare you?"
Angel: "I'll guess."
Angel smashes the jewel in the centre of the Russian cross-shaped medal hanging around Kurskov's neck.

A wave of blue light races out, washing over the ballerina on the stage, washing over the minions attacking the gang. Gunn stops in mid-swing to look around as his sword, the minions and the corridor dissolve into a modern day back stage room.

On the stage the ballerina looks up at Angel. Angel gives her a slight nod and she sinks down, folding her body on top of her outstretched leg, in something like a deep bow, before dissolving away.

Kurskov: "You have no right."
Angel: "Save it."
Out in the audience people begin to applaud.

The count begins gasping for breath and he says how unfair this all is.
That she was his love.
Angel: "Yeah. You love her that much? (Hauls back and clocks Kurskov on the chin, dropping him to the floor) Start a website."

Angel leaves the box.
He turns back to the stage, where the grateful ballerina takes one last bow before disappearing.


Hyperion, night. In his office

Wesley dresses Gunn’s injury and watches on in emotional agony as Fred and Gunn exchange loving looks.

Fred smiles at Gunn. We see that Angel was watching them. He turns away, a slight smile on his face. Out in the lobby Cordy is brushing at her dress.

Cordy: "Do you think I can still return it? Because otherwise we're gonna have to take on a lot more cases."
Angel: "Cordy."
Cordy: "You know, we should probably just not talk about---our little adventure. Anything that might have been seen, anything that might have been, oh (lets out a laugh) perky."
They both agree to forget whatever happened between them while they were possessed.
Angel turning away: "I just wanna pretend it never happened."

Cordy: "Exactly."
Angel: "Wipe it from my memory."
Cordy: "What?---Was it, like, disgusting?"
Angel: "No! I, ah... I would, I would just want... If we were to...---I would just want it to be...---new. Start at the beginning."
Cordy shaking her head: "Lost me in the middle."

Angel: "Cordy---you and I, we've been working together for---a long time. (Cordy lets out a short 'duh' kind of laugh) What I mean is, you've become a truly extraordinary woman. (Cordy grins) I know we haven't always gotten along, but---I think that we, you know, we..."

Cordy: "Groo?"
Angel: "Yes! We---we-we grew---closer together, I think..."
Cordy runs past Angel yelling: "Groo!"
Groo: "Princess!"

Angel turns to see Cordy throw herself into the Groosalug's arms as he comes down the stairs. Groo catches her in a tight hug, swinging her around.

Cordy: "Oh god! I can't believe it!"
Fred and Wes come out of the office at the noise.

Groo looking deep into Cordy's eyes: "I feared you'd forget who I was."
Cordy, running a hand down the side of his face: "Remind me."
They kiss.

Lorne comes downstairs,
walks over to stand next to Angel, who isn't taking his eyes of Cordy and Groo.

Lorne informs Angel that Pylea has formed a republic and with no need for a leader, Groo returned for his true love : Cordelia.
Dejected, Angels goes upstairs to check on Connor, despite the fact that his son is sleeping.
Fred and Wesley watch on, .
Fred: "Well, that's a surprise. I thought for sure she was meant to be with Angel. I guess you never can predict those things. (Turns to look at Wesley) You know?"

Wes, looking at her, after a beat: "No. I guess you never can."
Fred gives him a smile, then turns back to watching Groo and Cordy.