We get a shot of Wes and Fred, wearing gloves, bending over a
microscope sitting on Cordy's desk.
Kim: "...And they started playing this beyond industrial trash
noise funk day and night. And then it happened to me. - You saw
it. - Am I gonna turn into that?"
Wes: "No. You're human. They're not. What's happening to you isn't
permanent. It's just an infection."
Fred: "Which you can get rid of by taking twenty milligrams of
Cylenthium powder twice a day for a month."
Lorne: "Mystical antibiotic. I'll get you some."
Fred holds up a glass slide: "I thought your saliva was suspect.
What with being green and all... No offense, Lorne. Under the
microscope it showed traces of Penloxia."
Lorne: "Oh - they're Wraith-ers."
Kim: "Wraith-ers?"
Wes: "Demons that can make themselves look human - for a time.
(Shows her an entry in one of his books) Ten days, two weeks,
then they revert to what they really are."
Gunn: "I wonder why they would wanna look like musicians?"
Angel: "For the chicks. Musicians get the chicks! (Everyone turns
to look at him) What? They're gonna appear as dentists? Let's
take 'em out. (To Kim) Where are they?"
Kim: "In a rehearsal space. It's an old loading dock behind the
shop'n'go in Echo park."
Angel: "Wes?"
Wes: "You'll have to kill them. It's the only thing you can do
with Wraith-ers. You, Gunn, Fred can go. Lorne, stay here with
the baby. I have some business to take care of."
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