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Open on a shot of L.A., day. Pan across the skyline. Cut to exterior
of the Hyperion. Cut to inside. Pan up to the second-level balcony.
Shot down a hallway. At the other end, a head peeks around the corner.
Cut to closer shot of Fred looking nervously down the hall. Sound of a gate opening. 
CORDELIA: (O.S.) I understand people who drink too much... Fred looks alarmed, pulls back the way she came. Cut to downstairs, exterior courtyard. Cordy, Gunn, and Wesley enter from outside. CORDELIA: I understand people who leave a little note on the parking meter that says it's broken when it's not. I don't understand people who worship demons. GUNN: Yeah, especially a lur-ite demon. The stink on that thing. You a prince of the underworld, bro, take a jacuzzi once in a while. Cordy laughs. They enter the lobby and we see they are dirty and rumpled from fighting. WESLEY: It's sad. The only way some people can find a purpose in life is by become obsessed with demons. Cordy sits on the sofa as Gunn opens the weapons cabinet and Wesley puts down a bag. Gunn gives Wesley a rag and they both begin cleaning their weapons. WESLEY: By the way, Gunn, technically that wasn't a lur-ite, it was a mur-ite. A subspecies of the lur-ite. The male sports a small telltale fin just behind the third shoulder. (points to his shoulder) GUNN: Sure glad to know we're not the sad people obsessed with demons. Cordy takes out a small mirror and checks her hair. WESLEY: Well, we have to be a little obsessed, we're detectives who specialize in these things. CORDELIA: (still looking in mirror and playing with her hair) But ... we're not sad. WESLEY: (putting away weapon in the cabinet) No, no, we're a happy and rambunctious lot if I ever saw one. Gunn gives him a skeptical look. WESLEY: Not going to humor me even a little, are you. CORDELIA: Uh-uh. Cordy lies down on the sofa and stretches out. WESLEY: I realize we sacrifice a great deal of our ... social lives, but we have to. Work demands it. GUNN: True. I mean, who's got time for love when you're out there doin' it with the demons? (Wesley gives him a look) Didn't that come out sad and wrong. CORDELIA: Yeah. (Wesley resumes cleaning weapons) GUNN: I need to get out more. Speaking of, anybody talk to Fred lately? (both he and Wes look up at balcony ) CORDELIA: Not talk. Glimpsed. She pokes her head out of her room once in a while. Gunn sits on the stairs, removes his jacket. WESLEY: Nice girl. CORDELIA: Nice, but not making the giant strides towards mental health. (sits up) She's been hibernating up there for three months now. WESLEY: Ever since Angel went away. She's become quite attached to him. GUNN: Angel groupie. I get that. He rescued her from Pylea. CORDELIA: (sighs) I miss Pylea. WESLEY: I would think you might. You were there a week, they made you queen. (Cordy smiles nostalgically) Fred was there five years, she was a slave, a runaway ... (leans against the counter) ...they nearly chopped her head off. (looks up at the balcony) All those years she spend hiding out alone in that cave. 
GUNN: She survived. Girl's strong. CORDELIA: Girl's trading one cave for another. How strong is that? 
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