Angel, Season 2

Lindsey:
Lilah. Something happened?

Lilah:
I can't do it anymore, Lindsey.

[Lilah slowly walks in. Lindsey drops his stuff and closes the door.]

Lindsey:
Do what?

Lilah:
The waiting. I'm sitting in my office and every time there is a noise or the phone rings... One of us is gonna die, Lindsey.

Lindsey:
Everybody dies, Lilah.

Lilah:
But not everybody ends up in a dog-food processing plant in San Pedro.

Lindsey:
May not happen to you, Lilah. You got a fifty-fifty chance of surviving this thing, just like me.

Lilah:
That's not good enough. There is a way out of this.

Lindsey:
How?

Lilah:
We don't wait for them to choose one of us, we choose each other instead. If we stick together we can beat them. We could leave, you and me, tonight. They'd have no choice...

Lindsey:
No choice but to hunt us down, which they would.

Lilah:
No. Not if we took files, as insurance.

Lindsey:
Take files?

Lilah:
Yes. Look. I've heard the rumors. We both know that it worked for you once before. You knew just what to take. And this time you won't have to assume any of the risk. You just tell me which files to steal and I'll get them. And then we can get out of here. End this mess together. Are you in?

[Lindsey strokes the side of Lilah's face and leans in as if to kiss her, while his hand slips down into her blouse and pulls out a wire.]

Lindsey:
[speaking into the tiny microphone] But Lilah, I would never steal files from my employer. I'm shocked at the suggestion. [With a snort of laughter he retrieves his jacket, portfolio and keys.] Forget about the frame job, sweetheart. They're gonna kill who they're gonna kill. [Opens the door.] Just take it like a man.

[Lindsey blows her a kiss and leaves.]