Angel appears on the open hallway overlooking the lobby, holding a newspaper.

Angel: "Am I the only one who read this?"

Wes: "Read what?"

Angel: "Charlton Heston. Double feature! (Comes down the steps) At the Nu-art. "Soylent Green" and - "The Omega Man."

Gunn, eyes on his game: "Wow."

Angel: "It's two for one. Did I mention, Charlton Heston? Who's in?"

Fred jumps up and raises her hand: "That sounds great!"

Angel: "Fred. Wesley?"

Wes: "Well, I'm in the middle of translating Fassad's guide from the original Sumerian."

Angel: "Gunn. Cordy?"

They don't even look up at him, so he goes to grab his coat.

Angel: "Looks like it's just you and me, Fred. - Well, the worm certainly has turned."

Fred, giggling: "Y-y-yeah. The worm's turning and... (Stops smiling) Am I the worm?"

Angel: "No. You may not know this, Fred, but certain friends and co-workers have been known to accuse *me* of being the quiet, stay at home, sulky one. (All three of them turn to look at Angel) Some people - just don't know how to have fun anymore."

Wes is sitting behind his desk listening to Fred.


Fred: "And he opened every door for me and he paid for the tickets. And even bought a giant popcorn. And every few minutes he'd go like this (motions like she is tipping a tub of popcorn towards someone, laughs) . Because he wanted me to know it was okay for me to have some. (drops in a chair) And he's so lonely because he's the last man on earth."

Wes: "Angel?"

Fred: "No! Charlton Heston. The Omega Man? Omega being the last letter of the Greek alphabet so it's a metaphor. (Jumps back up) And he walks on the street side and not the building side. It's old-fashioned, but kind of chivalrous, you know?"



Wes: "We're back to talking about Angel."

Fred: "Right. And even though he didn't talk a lot, it was still okay. It was comfortable. It wasn't that awkward kind of quiet. You know that awkward kind of quiet?"

There is a moment of silence.

Wesley: "No. That's never happened to me."

She takes a hold of Angel and pulls him up out of his chair and into Wes' office.

Cordy: "Angel has something to say."

Angel looks from Fred, who smiles at him, to Wes. Holds up his newspaper.

Angel: "Hey, did anybody else see this? (Lays the paper down in front of Wes) Police found the body of a twenty-six year old Woodrow Raglan in a two-bedroom suite at the Elondria Hotel. Unnamed witness said it was as if his insides had just..."

Wes: "...collapsed. You know, there was something else like that - last week."

Cordy: "Uhm, may I just point out that no one is actually hiring us to look into this and that we should be doing more important things?"

Wes holds up a newspaper clipping: "Here. Ten days ago, a body - found in another hotel room - under similar conditions."

Angel: "What do you think? Spell, curse - serial demon?"

Wes: "Though to say. Worth a closer look."

Angel: "I'll say. Cordelia, open up a case file. We have to get on this right away."

Angel hands Cordy the file with the newspaper clipping as he walks past her out of the office.

Cordy: "Angel!"

Cordy hurries after him.  Wes and Fred look at each other.