"Lonely hearts"

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Angel Episode #02: "Lonely Hearts" Transcript

Written by David Fury

 

Disclaimer: This is for all the poor people that have been left without a WB station, and no infringement on anyone’s rights was intended.

 

 

Angel sits alone in the dark in his office. Doyle comes in and turns the light on, causing Angel to blink form the sudden light.
Doyle: “Hey, you know, maybe we should go over this thing again of you getting out in the world and involving yourself with people. It’s Friday night. It’s the most social night of the week! A couple of lookers like us should be out there enjoying the nightlife. Not sitting here in the dark like some kind of…”
Angel: “… some kind of vampire?”
Doyle: “Well, yeah. - I was going to say Slacker, but, yeah, to you, Mr. Obvious. - You got to come out, man!”
Angel: “Why?”
Doyle: “Because we deserve a night of fun, don’t you think? I mean, it breaks up those nights of death and mayhem. Plus we could toast the new business, you know, the three of us. (whistles tilting his head towards the outer office)”
Angel gets up: “Yeah, Doyle, if you want to ask Cordelia out, just do it yourself.”
Doyle: “I don’t even know if she likes me, man, - unless you put a word in for me, - you know, just tell her what a great guy I am!”
Angel: “I barely know you.”
Doyle: “Perfect. That should make it easier for you then.”
Cordelia walks in the outer office: “Hello.”
Doyle: “You know, I am…-when you’re talking me up to her, don’t let her in on that me being half demon. Because, you know, women can be a little funny about that.”
Cordelia walks in: “They’re finally in.”
Doyle to Angel: “There in.” Goes to stand next to Cordy.
Angel: “Okay…?”
Cordelia: “Your cards.”
Doyle: “The cards.”
Cordelia: “Your calling cards to leave with people so they know how to reach you.”
Doyle: “Great idea! Calling cards. It’s not like you have a signal folks can shine in the sky when ever they need help, you know?”
Angel takes a card: “Hey, look at that, there is our number. It’s right next to a… a um - a – a butterfly?”
Doyle looks a Cordy’s face then back down at the card he is holding: “It’s obviously not a butterfly, you idiot. It’s a – a bird. No, no, wait, it’s an owl. A – a bird that hunts at night. Brilliant! It’s a- a…”
Cordelia: “It’s an angel!”
Angel: “An angel. Right. It’s an angel!”
Doyle to Cordy: “Brilliant. So obvious and so clever on so many levels…”
Cordy: “Oh, shut up!” Hits him in the chest with the back of her hand.
Doyle doubles over with pain: “Oh, jeez…”
Cordy taken a back: “Come on, don’t be such a baby. I barely hit you.”
Doyle moans and kicks the desk then falls back, throwing the cards up in the air.
Angel jumps to grab him: “He, hey, hey, Doyle!”
Flash to out of focus scenes of a dance club.
Angel: “Are you okay, man?”
Doyle: “Yeah, I’m okay.”
Angel: “What did you see? What did you see?”
Doyle: “It’s a bar. Uh, I think I recognize it. It’s one of those terminally-stuck- in-the-eighties places.”
Angel: “Yeah, and?”
Doyle: “That’s it. No faces popped out at me, man. Just, just a feelin’”
Cordy: “What feeling?”
Doyle: “Something’s gonna happen.”
Angel after a beat: “Looks like you got your wish. Looks like we’re going out after all.”

Cut to the entrance of a nightclub named D’oblique. A girl with long blond hair sits at the bar looking unhappy. A dark haired guy comes up to her and points at the empty stool next to her.
Kevin: “May I?”
Sharon: “What? Oh, sure, sure.”
Kevin: “Kevin.”
Sharon: “Sharon.”
Kevin: “God, I just hate places like this, don’t you?”

Intro

Cut to the bar. Kevin and Sharon have moved to a table.
Kevin: “When I was a kid I thought: you grow up, you meet *her*, and everything sort of falls into place.”
Sharon: “Yeah, I had that. - Only I had a him, where you had a her. _ Actually I just had a Ken and Barbie.”
Kevin: “Ken and Barbie had it easy. They never had to come to places like this. But you’ve got to try. I mean, what if she was here and you missed her because you were – I don’t know – too burned out to still believe? - You know what I mean?”
Sharon nodding: “I know exactly what you mean. You have to believe that someday you’re going to meet someone special.”
Kevin: “I think I have. - Oh, god. I can’t believe I just said that! I mean, I think you’re special – but it just sounded so…”
Sharon: “No, it sounded nice – Kevin.”
Camera pans to Angel, Cordy and Doyle coming down the steps leading into the club.
Cordy: “Ooh, classy! - Okay, now what?”
Angel: “All right. Look, let’s split up. Look for someone that might be in trouble.”
Doyle: “Or for something that’s about to cause it.”
Cordelia hands Angel a couple of his new calling cards and they split up.
Angel steps up to the bar.
Bartender: “What can I get you?”
Angel: “Um, I’m just wondering, have you noticed anything unusual tonight?”
Bartender: “Unusual?”
Angel: “Yeah, you know, - out of the ordinary – possibly even - dangerous?”
Bartender: “Don’t worry. It’s early yet. The real hot women don’t mosey in until around 11:00.”

Cut to Cordelia walking up to a black guy and handing him a calling card.
Cordy: “Hi! If you’re in trouble, just call this number. We can help.”
Moves on to a couple sitting at a table.
Cordelia handing a card to the girl: “Hi. Being harassed by someone or something? Just dial us up, day or night. (to the guy) You look troubled. Are you troubled - or is that just your lazy eye? - Anyway, call us, we are very discreet.”
Moves on to the next table: “Hi, how are you?”
Doyle grabs her and pulls her away form them: “Hey, hey, hey! This isn’t a marketing seminar here, princess. You’ve got to stay a bit more below radar.”
Cordelia: “What radar?”
Doyle: “The police? You know the service our friend Angel provides - might put some people in mind of the V-word.”
Cordelia: “Vampire?”
Doyle: “No, Vigilante. You know there are laws against this. You need to chat people up a little more casual like. You know, hi, what’s your name? How’s life treatin’ ye? What’s that you say? Minions from hell gettin’ you down?”
Cordelia: “I’m an actress, a student of the human animal. I don’t need to talk to people to know their story.”
Turns to point at guy dancing.
Cordy: “You see jazz-hands over there? Mama’s boy. Peter Pan complex. (points at a short haired blonde) Self-absorbed closet-dud, with a big ‘the world owes me’ chip on her shoulder. (points to Sharon leaving with Kevin) Check out Sarah-plain-and-tall. Has or comes from big money.”
Doyle: “How do you know all that?”
Cordy: “Well, you’ve got to be rich to snag the Calvin Kline model she’s leaving with.”
Doyle: “Yeah, well, they’re all riveting insights and such, but we need to find someone that’s in trouble?”
Cordy: “How’s Angel doing?”

Cut to Angel standing by the bar. A guy is walking away from him shaking his head.
Angel: “No seriously, I wasn’t hitting on you!” Massages the bridge of his nose with a sigh and leans back against the bar.
Blond girl sitting at the bar with a drink: “Are you okay?”
Angel: “What?”
Girl: “No, no, nothing. - Sorry.”
Angel: “No. Am I okay?”
Girl: “Well you just looked - bad. - Not that you look bad, you look very nice… I think I’m just going to have my drink.”
Angel: “Thanks.”
Girl: “For thinking you look bad, or thinking you look good?”
Angel: “You choose. - I’m Angel.”
Girl: “I’m – I’m Kate.”
Kate: “So do you come here a lot?”
Angel: “First time. It’s really…”
Kate: “Easy? Yeah. I prefer those cool bars that are hard to get into, but I can’t get into them. - Anyway, this is close to home. - So, did you – did you just stop in?”
Angel: “I’m sort of looking for someone.”
Kate: “I’m sorry, if am I keeping you…”
Angel: “No, no, no, I’m just looking for someone to – rescue? - Are you maybe in need of some - rescuing?”
Kate stares at him in disbelief: “Well that’s the strangest line I’m going to hear tonight.”
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