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Uh-huh. Oh, I promise you.
It'll be fabulous.

Believe me, Jerry. Yes.

It's Grapes of Wrath
in outer space. Uh-huh.

Oh, it's got heart.
Yes, it's got laser battles.

It's got a timely message
of interstellar poverty.

Uh-huh. Listen,
have your assistant
call my assistant.

We'll set somethin' up.
Good enough.

J.C., listen,
just got off
the Nextel with Big B.

Yeah, intrigued,
but wants to know who's
playing Tom Joad. Uh-huh.

Well, I'm pretty sure
that Henry Fonda's
dead, sweetie.

Yeah.
"Bring him back to life"?

Let me talk
to my science people.
Okay, no promises.

Directors. Harmonica!
Lorney Tunes!

Oh, the eyes, the hair,
the dress.

It's no wonder the fourth floor
has a crush on you.

Hey, tell me, priceless.
Where do I find Angel?

Just called.
He's on his way back in
from a field mission.

Though I wouldn't,
if I were you.
It sounds like he's in a mood.

Oh, don't worry, darlin'.
I've pulled the big boy
out of many a broodfest.

It shouldn't be that--

Ew.

Angel, how did the new
neural-intercept grenade work?

It didn't.

Right. I'll take it
down to Fred,
have her look at it.

Hey, Angelheart.
Wes, if you see Fred,

can you have her
pencil me in for later?

I've gotta talk to her about
Henry Fonda's big comeback.

All right. Angel,
we gotta have a confab.

Es muy importante.
Lorne--

It's about the party.
I've done all I can do
for the big to-do,

but we've still got
a few bugs to comb out
of the cootie garage.

A bridge too far?
Let me try it again.

Lorne, I've been out all night.
I'm beat up. I'm exhausted.

I'm covered head to toe
in Thraxis blood,
which actually kind of burns,

so this is all
gonna have to wait
until I take a shower.

You killed a Thraxis?
But--
Shower.

Van, why don't we
scratch the Thraxis
off of the invite list?

And you got a copy
of that print ad we're
gonna run this week?

- Yes. Right.
- What is this?

"Wolfram and Hart
wants to be up your alley"?

That's like a bus station
pickup line. Change it.

On second thought, burn it.
Grab yourself a bagel
or somethin' too.

You look a little waxy.

Ooh, ouch.

That's an adult-size bangaroo.
Hello!

Oh, Mr. Smiles?

Oh, come on.
You can't ignore me forever.

Well, fine.

Looks like you're gonna
have to slap a Band Aid
on that melon...

and draw a grin on
that bewitching green mug
and go right back out there.

On the count of nine, sunshine.

One, two, three--

The show stops for no demon, Lorne.

Four, five--
They're all waiting for you.

Six, seven--

They're counting on you.
Eight-- Comin' up on nine.

They're gonna eat you up
with a spoon because
you're so...

scrumptious!
Shut up!

♪ Don't-- Don't
leave me this way ♪

♪ I can't exist ♪

♪ I'll surely miss
your tender kiss ♪

♪ So don't leave me this way ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ Oh, my heart is full of love
and desire for you ♪

Hi.

The door was open.
Well, unlocked.

Well, I had a key.

So, uh, wow.

You take a long shower
for a guy.

Were we having some
gentleman's time?

"Gentleman's"?
I mean, I understand.

You're running the whole
circus now, a lot of pressure.

Especially with your hands-on
policy. No pun intended.

I'm sure you could
use a release.

No releasing, just bathing.
That's what one does...

after bashing open
a demonic piñata
full of rancid Tabasco.

- What do you want, Eve?
- You stood me up.

We had a 7:30, Angel.
A meeting.

Oh, right.
Uh, I'll get my pants.

So how's it going, Angel?

I don't know how
to answer that question.

I don't know. Good. Bad.

I spent years doing everything
I could to bring
this company down.

Now I'm the C.E.O.,
and I have to question
every move I make,

because any one of them
could be exactly what
the senior partners want.

So, no, I have no idea
how it's goin'.

Hey, at least
you can still get
your nocturnal jollies...

saving the downtrodden
from things that
go bump in the night.

You said it yourself--
"Everyone needs a release."

No, I said you
need a release.

Not everyone bottles
all this stuff up like you.

I don't bottle.
You bottle.

- I don't bottle.
-

Why does it look like
we're havin' a party in here?

Maybe 'cause we're
havin' a party in here.

The Wolfram and Hart
Halloween bash?

Ring a bell? Biggest event
on the company calendar?

I sent you a small
forest's worth of memos on it.

- We're havin' it here?
- You see what I'm up against?

That's what our
7:30 was about, Angel--
your party.

My party?
Yeah, listen, here's the snafu
in a nutshell, top cat.

Uh, nobody's comin'.

Well, some people are comin',
but the right people--

the A-list people--
they seem to be
giving it a miss.

And if they don't show up,
this shindig is gonna be a bust. Good.

Good?
Yeah, I wasn't too crazy
about this thing to begin with.

I mean, we are talking about
our clients, right?

Our evil clients.
Not the sort of folks I'd
really like to show a good time.

I'd be a lot happier
if the whole thing just
kind of fell through.

Then we can get back to--

Can't you just feel up
the big picture, Mr. Magoo?

It's not about good and evil.
It's about party.

Party! Capital P,
rhymes with me.

I'm about to have a stroke here,
'cause you're killin' me!

Listen, I can see that
you're in a state,

a mood, a snit, even.

So what say we
talk about this once
you've calmed down a bit?

Yeah, sure.
That's fine with--

Great. Your office,
25 minutes.

Was Angel mad?
Shouldn't he be?

We sent him out there with
a defective piece of weaponry.

Which "we"
are we talking about?

Fred, these
techno-mystical hybrids
are a complicated affair.

I don't know.
They seem kind of simple to me.

It's just a little handheld,
spell-casting robot, right?

So it's either the robot
or the spell that we
have a problem with.

Well, the grenade's core
enchantment looks operational,

so I think we're talking about
a faulty trigger mechanism.

No. Wait a minute.
I designed that
mechanism myself.

Yeah, that's right,
and I machined it.

It was beautiful work--
on both counts,
if I may say.

You may.

I agree,
as a sculptural piece.

But the device's trigger
may not have been
refined enough...

to actually
trigger the effect.

Happy Halloween, kids.

How do you know
your spell-casters
didn't screw up the payload?

Because I went over the work,
and I got that knowing feeling
you get when you know something.

Trick or treat?
Hi, Lorne. Hi.

What do you say we put away
your little sci-fi toys
for a little bit, huh?

Maybe we could talk about
something a little
more important,

like my monster mash.

Oh, yeah, your party.

Our party, Tweety Bird,
which, by the way,
is dying on the vine.

I could really, really,
really use some help
from you guys. Some backup.

I wasn't really planning
on going.

Wes, do you hear
this crazy talk?

Uh, well, I really
hadn't given much thought
to going myself.

Et tu, Brutuses?

Why is it so hard
to get anyone to
have any fun around here?

You should go.

It's the Halloween blowout
to end all blowouts.

Last year, uh,

they took a bunch of cows...

and put them in this
giant wicker effigy of Krishna,

doused it with Sambuca and--

Uh, well, anyway,
it's a hell of a good time.

I really wanna
get this operational
before Angel goes out again.

Yes, I'll stay too.
Wha--

I'm sure we can
work it out together. No.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Wes, Fred, you're coming.
Look at yourselves.

You're wound tighter
than Martha Stewart's watch.

Isn't there anyone else
who could fix the little
boo-boos on this thing?

I can do that.

It's probably the trigger
mechanism anyway.

Great.
Problem solved.

I'll see you two
in Angel's office,
15 minutes.

Hey, Lorne.
Hey, hey.

Uh, sorry to interrupt.
Not to be a pest,

but I just wanted to go over
a little stratego, amigo.

- Sorry?
- Um, you're my big gun, Gunn.

Ace in hole.
Ball in pocket.

You're the key
on my kite string.

Okay.

We gotta turn Angel around
on this whole party idea.

- We do?
- I know he's the boss
and everything,

but you're up and coming here,
and it's time for you to
spread your wings, legal eagle.

From now on, I want you
to stake out your territory,

and I want you
to keep it staked.

Stake. Territory. Sure.

Lorne, I'm a little busy
right now. I have
a deposition to get ready for.

But I will definitely
get to that. Great.

Just what I wanted to hear.
Angel's office, 10 minutes.

In my day, no self-respecting
creature of the night...

went out on All Hallow's Eve.

We left that to the poseurs--
the blighters who had to
dress up and try to be scary.

Magic windows.
Will the perks never end?

Ciao.

- What'd I miss?
- Us waiting.

Oh, right. Sorry.

So, uh, Angel, we just wanted
to take a moment...

and emphasize how important
this party really is to us.

I gotta say Lorne is right.

We gotta show all the big bads
that the new regime
is here to stay,

which, for the most part,
boils down to image.

And image-wise,
if this party doesn't kick ass,
we lose face.

And believe me, Milk Dud,
speaking as the head...

of your P.R. department,
we need all the face
we can get.

- "Milk Dud"?
- Said with affection.

Okay, listen,
I understand the whole
keeping-up-appearances concept,

but everyone comin' to
this thing is unrepentant,
dyed-in-the-wool evil.

Angel, a good host just doesn't
make these sort of judgments.

We don't know how many of them
are holdin' grudges against us
or against each other.

It's a perfect recipe for
an out-of-control bloodbath.

That's describing every good
party I've ever been to.

Listen, Angel,
don't worry about a thing.
This is my forte.

I ran Caritas for years--
a nightclub with
an open-door policy.

The good, the bad,
the hideously ugly--

They all bellied up
to my demon bar,

but they all played nicely
together while they were there.

This is exactly the kind
of ethical tightrope you've
got to walk now.

Which brings up another point--
your employees.

- Also evil.
- Here's your blood, bossy.

Boss.

Some of them, yes.
But all of them work hard
for this firm.

And Halloween--
Well, around here
it's like Christmas.

Simply put,
this is a morale thing.

Good luck.
Morale around here stinks.

- What?
- Uh-huh.
Everybody thinks you suck.

Well, come on, boss.
They're all out there
sweating through their Matsudas,

worried if you're
gonna ax them or,
you know, ax them.

Okay, look.
Hey, I haven't--

Okay, look, I may have killed
a couple of them--

And several clients.

And maybe some
potential clients.

Why do you think my
R.S.V.P. list is only a fifth
of the size of last year's?

- It's you, babe.
- What do they think--

I'm throwin' this thing
so I can slaughter them?

Fine. I surrender.
Go ahead, Lorne.

Put on your best dog and pony.
I won't get in the way.

I don't want you to sit back
and just let it happen, Angel.

I need you to get out there
and make it happen.
What does that mean?

Archduke Sebassis,

bona fide nobility
for the fiery down under,

commands over 40 legions.

He's the living end
of a pure bloodline
of demonic royalty.

Great. Just great.
Yeah, well,
also the very peak...

of the A-list mountain.

He's the crown jewel
of the underworld jet set.

If we convince him to come,

all the other glitterati
will just domino in
right behind him,

and then--
then we'll be in business.

This really matters to you,
doesn't it?

Of course.
The new Wolfram and Hart.
I mean, we have to--

No. I mean,
this really matters
to you... personally.

Yeah. You know, Angel, I--

I don't have
superhuman strength,

and I'm not a fighter,

and quantum physics
makes me nauseous.

I barely made a passing grade
in mystical studies.

But I'm on your team.

This is something I can do.

I believe it has a purpose
that can help you,
even if you don't.

I'm here, aren't I?
I agreed to this.

No, you did. You did.

And I promise
you won't regret it.

But, hey, let's say that
you let me do most of
the talking, huh?

You just kind of smile
and try not to rip
anybody apart, okay?

So, this is
the mighty Angel.

I've been told
many things about you.

A bit of
a restless frog, hmm?

Making lots of waves
in your little swamp.

Yeah. Well, I'm just trying
to keep the fly population down.

Yes.

Though I do prefer the tales
of your counterpart, Angelus.

Ah, you had flair
back then, child.

Well, I guess we all mellow
in our old age.

Your contempt is fragrant.

Uh, so, Your Lordship,

we were deeply grieved when
you declined our invitation.

I mean, we'd love
for you to reconsider.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, I mean,

a party just isn't a party
without the archduke.

- You're sure you
wouldn't like some?
- I'm fine.

But thanks.
Oh, come, come.

We're all blood drinkers here.
Ah, but that's right.

You choose to drink
the blood of swine.

- Filthy beasts.
- Actually,
that's a misconception.

Filthy! Yes.
Honestly, I don't know
how he does it.

Mmm.

Wow, this is--

You, uh-- You really--
You taste great.

Well, in light of
this amusing chat...

and of my long-standing
acquaintance with you, Lorne,

I will come to the gala.

That's wonderful news,
Your Lordship.

Well, we don't wanna waste
any more of your valuable time.

We'll-- We'll
show ourselves out.

I still think it's a trap,
My Lordship.

Maybe, Artode.

But I am in the mood
for intrigue.

So we'll go
to their celebration.

We'll just make sure
we're properly dressed.

♪ My heart is full of love
and desire for you ♪

♪ Now, come on down
and do what you gotta do ♪

♪ You started this fire
down in my soul ♪

♪ Now, can't you see
it's burnin' out of control ♪
Man, this is lame.

I mean, where's
the ritual sacrifice?

How do you get the ball rolling
without a ritual sacrifice?

Hey, guys, come on.
You're representing
our glorious firm here.

Dude, it's our night off.

Dude, this is your night on!

Now, mingle.
Mingle, mingle, mingle,
mingle, mingle!

All right.
Lorne!

Hey there, Devlin.
So, what are you
supposed to be?

You no get?
A human being.

Look, I do human being.

I proud my honor roll student.

Look at Lorne. I mean, God,
he's just so good at this.

- He fits in with everybody.
- Right. That's, uh--

So tell me.
That mask, uh,
it is rubber, right?

My other car a Lamborghini.

Okay. So, uh,
then, uh-- uh--

You be good and everything.

I guess I've always
hated parties.

I never know
what to do with myself.

I just end up
at the hors d'oeuvres table
trying to look occupied.

- Hey there, wallflowers.
- Wallflowers?

I need you to give me a hand
and help light the fuse
on this powder keg.

Look at the dance floor.
The only thing on it is Harmony.

Hey, you keep pushin'
that envelope, baby!

I'm afraid this really
isn't our element, Lorne.

- Yeah. We're wallflowers.
- No, no, no, no, no, sweetie.

You're the young,
the beautiful, the ready to--

Well, here's one problem.
You're totally sober!

It's Halloween.
You should be three sheets
to the wind already.

Try and get into
the spirit of things, okay?

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ My heart is full of love
and desire for you ♪

Angel, it is
a graveyard out there.

And all the guests want to meet
the new guy in charge.

Look, Lorne, I-- I--
I have things.

I'm busy.
I'm brooding.

- Oh, you're watching hockey!
- Yeah, but my team is losing.

Get up off your keister
and get out there!

I can't steer this ship
of fools by my lonesome.
I just can't do it!

Lorne?

Let's boogie, Sweet Tart.

Well, so, uh, over there,
we have the Britzai representatives.

We can get to them later.

Oh, and there's the elder
of the Fell Brotherhood.

Come on.
Let's go say hi.

Yeah!

Come on, Spikey.
Come dance with me.
You have got to be kidding.

Oh, come on.

Listen, chippie,
you can gyrate all you like.

I'll go to hell
before these ghost shoes
touch that dance floor.

Oh, Blondie Bear,
where is your Halloween spirit?

Dearly departed.

All this claptrap over a bit
of dusty old Druid nonsense.

The whole silly lot of you
can get hung, if you ask me.

What are you
even doing here then?

What am I doing here?

Yeah, Spike.
I thought you hated
these kind of things.

I would've thought
the same of you.
Oh, no, he's doin' great.

He's already not killed,
like, 100 guests.

He doesn't have to.

The party's already dead.
Oh, really, Spike.

Would it kill you to be
a little more positive, hmm?

The Archduke Sebassis!

- Oh, great honor, Your Lordship!
- Okay, sport, you're on.

And please, for me,
can you try
to be nice to him--

just this one time, huh?

Yes. Fine.
Sycophants, worms.

Don't writhe all at once.
It's sickening.

Archduke Sebassis.

Thanks so much for coming.
Yes, well--

Really, really thrilled
that you're here.

Artode, welcome, welcome.
Love the jacket, by the way.

It's Pylean.
Oh, made in Pylea,
my home dimension.

Not made in, made from.

I skinned it myself.

Anybody you know?

Well, great.
Thanks for dropping by.

And you look--
I don't have to tell you
how awesome you look.

You know how awesome you look.
He knows how awesome
he looks, right?

Angel, we don't want to
be greedy with His Eminence.

Thank you, Your Lordship.
Thank you.

Absolutely really thrilled
to have you here.

Okeydokey.
Okay, that'll do it.
Thank you. Come on.

Yeah, for eight
years straight, I went out
dressed as Raggedy Ann.

Sorry.

Sounds like fun, I suppose.

We never really celebrated
Halloween in England.

Oh, that's so sad.

Look, pot stickers!

Watch your step, guys.
Somebody peed all over there.

Well, that's just--
just wrong.

- Revolting.
- Castiglio!
Hey, how's the family?

There you are, Umbrigon.
How are you? Nice to see you.
Nice to see you.

Shouldn't be
a problem at all.
Sea Breeze, Tony.

So, come in next week,
'cause I'm sure we can
untangle that for you.

All right. Thanks.
Lorne!

Looks like this thing's
gonna work out.
Yeah. Fingers crossed.

Man, I wish I had
a tenth of your energy.
How do you do it?

I'll let you in
on a little secret.
I had my sleep removed.

A little procedure
they have here at the company.

Yeah, you know,
I haven't slept a wink
in about a month.

You had Wolfram and Hart
remove your sleep?

Lorne, that's great!

In and out, 20 minutes,
no scarring.

I'll tell you.
You oughta think about it.

It would go nicely with
that legal upgrade of yours.

Yeah, I'll definitely
look into that.
All right. See you later.

The vampire
is setting his trap.

Our antidetection spells
worked nicely, Artode.

They won't expect us
to be armed.

And if he tries something?

Kill them all.

Will you excuse me, Lordship?

Pee-pee.

I have to say I'm impressed.

I saw you with Sebassis.

I honestly didn't know
you had it in you.

Yeah, well, it was an act.
I think.

I picked up on that
from 100 yards away.

Yep, you were bangin' it out
to the cheap seats.

Funny, I was gonna say
the same thing
about that dress.

Oh, you two, really.

The sexual tension--
with a knife
you could cut it, huh?

Get a room.

This seems a little sudden.
Uh-huh.

Do you even have
a last name?
Do you?

Excuse me.

Ocupado.

Oh!
Whoo!

Conga!

Whoo!

Find Artode.

Ooh!

Hey, you want
a piece of me, buddy?

That's right.
Keep walkin'.

You walk alone!
You walk alone!
Careful.

Oh!

That thing's loaded.
So am I.

I mean, wow, Wes.

Wesley, I am
totally drunk-faced.

Because you can't
hold your--

What are you drinking?
Nothing.

You can't hold that.

Oh, yeah, lightweight?

How much have you had?

Including this, I've had...

about a third
of a half of this beer.

That's weird, right?

Yes, I think so.
I think that's weird.

There's Gunn.
Let's go ask him
if that's weird.

Hey.

Hey, Gunn,
is something weird going on?

Charles, you just peed
on my shoes.

I'll be damned.

That's weird.

Hey, is this a great party
or what?

Okay, something is definitely
wrong with this picture.

This might be
the greatest song ever written.

Yes, we appear to be
under the effect
of something-- a spell.

Spike, how long
have you been,

you know-- this?

It's great, isn't it?
I don't know.

It happened a bit after I
talked with Angel and Lorne.

Yeah, uh, Lorne told me
to think positively.

Lorne!

Whoo!

Hey, kittens!
Oh, that dance floor is smokin'!

What?

Come on, guys.
I'm tellin' you. I--
I did not do anything.

Angel, you in here? Angel?

What?

Hey, Angel's gettin' some.

- Good on you, mate.
- What's wrong with you?

What's wrong with--
What are you doin' with that--

- Hey, watch it, pal.
- He must be under
the effect of Lorne--

And Eve, too,
presum-- "presumily."

"Presumily."

- Lorne's doing it--
something to all of us.
- I am not.

Everything he's told us
to do, we're doing.

Spike's thinking positive.
Gunn is peeing
all over the office.

And we're a little bit drunk.
Yes, but not
because we drank.

Because Lorne told us
to be drunk.

Lorne told you to pee
all over the office?

- Lord, I hope so.
- This is crazy.

I am not doing this.
I would know
if I was doing this.

I don't even know what this is.
You know,
I really love your desk.

Well, I don't get it.
I thought Lorne was
just an empath demon.

Territory! Wait.
This morning, Lorne told me
to stake out my territory.

Right. Territorial marking,
taken a little too literally.

Hey, guys,
keep it in your pants!
Oh!

Hey, I did not tell Gunn
to go water the ferns.

- I did not do anything.
- You had your sleep removed.

What?
He hasn't slept in a month.

Oh, dear.
An empath demon deprived
of sleep for that long?

What does that
have to do with it?
Something, apparently.

- Lorne, why'd you let them
do that to you?
- Well, I had to do something.

I mean, you don't know
what I've had to deal with.

I mean,
I'm the center of gravity
in a town that's full of...

borderline-disorder celebrities
and power brokers.

I mean, all the hand-holding
and the ego stroking...

and the 4:00 a.m.
Jacuzzi strategy sessions?

I just couldn't keep up with it,
even without sleeping.

Why didn't you tell me?
Why didn't you tell us?
And I would've--

- What, fired me?
- I would've helped you, which is
what I'm gonna do now.

Well, I--
Well, I-- Okay.

- Wes, Fred,
go find Lorne's sleep...

and figure out a way
to put it back in his head.

- Yes, sir.
- Done and doner.

Lorne, you just stay tight
and try not to, you know, talk.

We've still got a party
goin' on. Someone has to make
sure there's ice in the drinks.

- Oh, right.
- Oh! Oh! Me! Me!
I'm your people person.

Gunn, go on the floor,
see if anyone else
is under the Lorne effect.

- Check.
- And stop with the--

- Do my best.
- And Eve, you stay here with me.

We'll have more sex. Okay.
I'm on it.

Brilliant plan. Excellent.

Icky.

Lorne's sleep should
be in here... somewhere.

Lorne's sleep.

Looking for Lorne's sleep.

You know, I think we have
pretty interesting lives.

Oh, I'd say that's true,
given the average.

And I'm having such
a good time right now.

We should do stuff like this
more often, you know?

Just hang out
like we used to.

- Friend stuff.
- Absolutely.

Frankly, I always--

Well, I always thought we'd
be better friends than we are.

Oh, we should be.

Let's be better friends
than we are... right now.

Great.
You know, share stuff,

talk to each other
and tell each other
what we're thinking.

Yes, that would be--
I would--

It would be nice.
We could be confidantes,

confiding confidentially.

I've been wanting to do that
for some time now.

What do you think
of Knox?

What a fantastic entrance.

- Sebassis?
- The nerve.

The raw nerve to lay a hand
on one of mine!

What is this?
Lower your weapons.

These darts are poisoned, vampire.

Powerful enough to put you
in a coma for a week.

Enough to kill any one of them
before their next heartbeat.

You murdered Artode.
I imagine we were to be next.

- I didn't murder anyone.
- Dress yourself, Angel.

You have a public execution
to attend.

- That's a big mistake.
-

Move!

- Hey!

Oh, boy.

Yeah. Somebody
really dipped his chip.

Okay, Sebassis.
I don't know
what's goin' on here,

but we are not behind it.

- Enough lies, vampire.
- Okay, everybody, okay.

Yes, the party's taken
an unfortunate turn momentarily.

- So let's not... fight.
-

"Sleep disorders,
Edelmyer complex,

Eldritch causes, empaths."

Hey, they don't just
do sleep here.

Madeline Chu in Accounting,
she had her ennui removed.

Here it is.
Lorne's sleep.

Now we just have to find
the delivery device.

This isn't good.

"The effects of long-term
sleeplessness...

"on the subconscious mind
of an empath...

can be catastrophic."

"Catastrophic"
sounds not good.

Under normal conditions,

Lorne has the ability
to read people's destinies,

but now I think
he's writing them.

So what--
instead of receiving,
he's transmitting?

And that's just phase one.

"If you sever the empath
from his subconscious
for too long,

that subconscious can--"

It can manifest.

What do you mean,
"manifest"?

Wait. Please wait.
I'm doing this. It's me.

I mean, it's not me.
But I haven't
been myself lately.

Somehow, I'm making
people do things,
and I'm controlling them.

Whoa!

Well, then, Pylean,
you're making me kill you.

Is that consistent
with your theory?

- Oh, my God!

It's m-me.

That's one
bitchin' big suit!

Lorne, what the hell is this?
Stop it! Stop killing!

Listen to me, me!

Oh, wow,
I must really hate myself.

Oh, come on,
come on, come on.

Did-- Did you press--

Oh.

Yeah.

Come on, come on, come on.

Sebassis, run.

Oh, sorry about that.

It's here! It's manifested!
Angel!

Shoot it, Fred! Now!

Oh. Oh! Oh.

Oh, my God!
They shot Lorney Tunes!

No, I'm-- I'm okay.

I'm just gonna rest my--
my eyes a little-- a little bit.

I gotta hand it to 'em.

I think this is better
than last year.

Uh, we-- we have people
who do that.

Oh.

- I-- I fixed our baby.
- What?

The-- The stun grenade.
I, uh-- I figured it out.

Oh.

What I can't figure out
is why I said I'd do it tonight.

Yeah. A lot of us are having
that kind of problem.

I kind of wished
you were here.

Well, the night is still young.

Well, I mean, no,
it's over, actually.

But, uh, did you-- do you
wanna get a cup of coffee?

Actually,
I could use a drink.

That thing-- I think
it was a manifestation
of Lorne's subconscious.

It peeled away from his mind,
using Lorne's
supernatural powers...

to punch its way
into our world.

"Punch" is the right word.
Why was it trying
to kill everyone?

I don't think it was.

It may have just
been processing
the conflicts...

that Lorne normally
deals with in his sleep,

acting out on
the emotional responses he has
to the people around him.

I guess Lorne makes
some judgments after all.
Eve--

So, I guess we should--
I don't know-- talk?

About what?

About what happened,
you know, back there, with us.

Angel, it's not like this is
the first time I've had sex...

under a mystical influence.

I went to U.C. Santa Cruz.

How you doin'?

I don't know.

I'm a slob.

Hey, I spoke
with Sebassis's people,
explained what I could.

Yeah, so what've we got?
Lawsuit? Demon war?

No. Seems like they enjoy
a little blood sport
at their social functions.

- Looks like we're okay.
- We're not okay.

We've been so focused
on the dangers outside...

that we didn't see
the ones within.

This place is tryin'
to change us, Gunn.

We can't ever forget that.

Pretty damn good party though.
I'll see you tomorrow.

Well, you know,
today, but later.

Oh, and your chair--
What?

Don't sit in it.
I already called Janitorial.

Why can't I--

You pissed in
the big man's chair?
That's fantastic.

Spike, can you please turn off
that warm fuzzy?

What, the Lorne thing?
Wore off. I just think
that's bloody fabulous.

All right, guys.
Good night.

Let Lorne get some sleep,
all right?

Out.

All right.
Just this once.

I'm sorry.

Hey, it's okay, Lorne.

Just try to get some rest.
Get some sleep. Mmm.

Yeah. 'Cause it's--
it's hard to--

It's hard bein'--
bein' the host of the party.

Bein'--

Stop tryin' to be.

Grr! Arrgh!