Somnambulist
Kate: Our suspect will be a white male. To the observer, he will not seem a monster. His victims put up little or no struggle, so it's likely he's charming, attractive, but in his core, he's a loner. Possibly a duel personality who once the crime has been committed retains no memory of the act. He will not view his victims as subhuman. Rather, it's himself he sees as something other than human. A superior species. Stalking his prey, getting to know them. It's unlikely he'll be married, thought he may have recently come off a long-term relationship that ended badly. We look for a precipitating event in such cases like this, and a painful breakup is always at the top of our list. Prior to failing, this relationship may have marked in an active period in our suspect's life. He would have regarded it as a lifeline. His salvation. But once ended, resulted in his resitabism. What is not in question is his experience. He's been doing this for a very long time. And he will do it again
Cordy: He's good now. And he is my friend. an nothing you or anyone else can do will make me turn on a friend.
Cordy: Ok, so you've been having nightmares. It doesn't mean that -
Angel: They're not nightmares. I've enjoyed them.
Cordy: Oh.
Penn: Why are you here?
Angel: To kill you.
Angel: It's gonna take direct sunlight, decapitation, or a stake through the heart.
Kate: You're telling me children's stories.
Angel: I'm telling you the truth.
Kate: No. I don't believe you.
Angel: I know you don't. You won't let yourself. Even after what you saw, you won't let yourself, which is why you'll lose.
Kate: I've heard enough.
Angel: (grabs her cross necklace) No, you haven't heard a word. And you won't. Not now. Not yet.(she sees his hand smoking) Cause there's some things in this world you're just not ready to face.
Angel: Sorry what I did to you, Penn. What I turned you into.
Penn: A first class killer? An artist. A bold reinterpreteur of the form.
Angel: Try cheesy hack. Look at you. You've been getting back at you're father for over 200 years. It's pathetic and cliched. You probably got a killer's shrine on your wall. Newsclippings, magazine articles, maybe a few candles. Oh, you are so prosaic.
Kate: Angelus. Isn't that what he called you - Angelus? I looked it up, it's all right there. A demon with the face of an angel. A particularly brutal bastard by all accounts. Oh, and no, you can't come in.
Kate: What are you going to do?
Angel: Well, first I'd thought I'd stop everything and tell you my plan. Or better yet, why don't I just show you.
Penn: Well, you were right about one thing, Angelus. The last 200 years has been about me sticking it to my father. But I've come to realize something . . . It's you. (attacks Angel) You made me! You taught me! You approved of me in ways my mortal father never did. You are my real father, Angelus.
Angel: (starts to win) Fine. You're grounded.
Cordy: They were just dreams, Angel. They weren't even your dreams. It didn't mean anything.
Angel: But I enjoyed it.
Cordy: It'd probably be ok if you never mentionned that part, ever, again.
