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He's been here.

Picking up loads
of trace signatures.

Fred.
Hair follicles,
enzymes and something--

Blood. But it's not his.

It's--

Oh, God.
I think God is out
at the moment.

Why would Greenway do this?
It was just a stupid
racketeering charge.

I told him we'd get him off
with probation so long
as he shut down operations.

He's a Wolfram
and Hart client--
our client.

Oh, and he's evil.
What are the odds?

- What do we do now?
- Now I find Greenway,
and I kill every inch of him.

You won't.
Five holy women.

This wasn't random. It's ritual.
He's jumped dimensions.

- What?
- Also, not shockingly, our
client practices black arts.

He's escaped through
a pan-dimensional doorway,

disappeared into any one
of infinite universes.

- Fred?
- My equipment's
not calibrated...

to track anything
out of this dimension.

Even if such a thing was
possible, it would take months
or maybe years.

- That's it.
- But probably months, or maybe
weeks, if I really pushed.

- I can't do this anymore.
- Do what?

Any of this. Living with it.
Running Wolfram and Hart.

I quit.

There's nothing more to discuss.
I'm resigning.

Gee, seems like a ripe topic
for discussion to me.

What happened
last night
was tragic.

- It's a terrible setback, but--
- Setback, Wes?

Status quo. Evil wins,

'cause instead of
just wiping it out,
we negotiate with it--

or worse, for it.

Angel, we're doing
the best we can.

It's not that you guys
aren't doing your jobs.

It's that we shouldn't be doing
these jobs in the first place--
or I shouldn't.

Let's say we've
all had a bellyful.

Any thought about
what'd happen to us
if we tried to say bye-bye?

The ramifications, I mean.

Think the senior partners
are gonna let us
breeze on out the front door?

- You're saying we're trapped?
- I'm saying we knew what
we were gettin' into...

when we signed up
for this gig.

Let's not start pretending
that this was some lease
with an option to buy.

Gunn, do you really think
they won't let us out?

Or is it that you just
don't want to leave?

Okay. Maybe I don't.

It's 'cause I believe in
what we're doin'.
We made the right call.

And I'm sure that
legal-brain upgrade they gave
you has got nothin' to do with--

We all got somethin'
out of this.

Yeah. It's Angel.

What?

What is it?

It's Cordelia.

Cordelia?

That chick's
in rough shape.

You'd think they'd give
Miss One-foot-in-the-grave
a private room.

Which brings me to-- Hey!

Couldn't you stick me someplace
that smells a little less
like ammonia-soaked death?

Ahh!

Cordy.
Yeah. It's me.

It's extraordinary.

You're-- You look--

- I don't want to say
really hot, but--
- Oh, yes, you do.

I'm a vision of hotliness.
And how weird is that?
Uh! Mystical comas.

You know, if you can stand
the horror of a higher power
hijacking your mind and body...

so that it can
give birth to itself?

- Really recommend 'em.
- You remember?

Last year?

Yeah. I remember everything,
pretty much,

at least until I
slipped into slumberland.

Maternal instincts aside,
I hope you kicked its ass
for me.

- Is everybody all right?
- Yeah.

- Uh, great. We're all--
- Yes, super.

Super, yes. Super.

- Hey, why don't we
get you outta here?
- Ahh! I love that plan.

I hope you brought me
some clothes, 'cause-- Damn.

- Oh. Well, we--
we weren't expecting--
- We could stop and buy some.

Ooh! Great! Shopping! Ha-ha!

I love that idea, 'cause,
you know, I'm not so ready
to go back to the hotel yet.

Not a problem.

- I can't.
- It's okay.

See?
It's just an office...

going about its day.

Uh, nothing scary
popping out at you.

Just regular people
going about--
Aah!

Yeah. I found
the scamp hiding in one
of the copiers, you know?

Livin' on nothin'
but toner fluid.
Can you beat that?

The slave, I mean.
I assume the archduke is
gonna beat him and all that?

That's-- Heh! Nothing.

- Hey, do you want
to see my office?
- Yeah.

Lorne!
Are you huggable?

It is so good to see--

Oh, my God. Gunn?
You have hair.

Oh. Heh! Yeah.
What'd you think,
I was prematurely bald?

- I wasn't.

Ohh. Hey, Fred.
Hi, Cordy!

Ohh. So where's Connor?

- Who?
- What do you mean, who?
Connor. Isn't he--

- Angel, where's your--

Aah!

I can't believe
you're here!

Likewise, especially since
the last time I saw you,
you tried to kill me.

Oh, Harmony, she's-- Actually,
sh-- she's my secretary.

Oh. Well, things just keep
getting better and better.

I know!
You and me, together again.

So, how was the coma?

Uh, Harmony,
I think Cordy's had
enough excitement for the day.

Why don't you--
Why doesn't everybody
get back to work?

- Great to see you.
- Bye.

We'll talk later.
Hey, listen, crumb cake.

When you're ready to splash back
into that acting pool,
just say the word.

I'll have you lunching
with Colin Farrell like that.

- Who's Colin Farrell?
- Cordy, I know there's a lot
to take in, a lot of changes.

But I promise you--
things here are workin' out.

Really?
Yeah!

With these resources,

there's nothin' we can't do,
no one we can't save.

Except maybe yourself.

What?

I had a vision...
from the you-know-what That Be.

That's what woke me up.
And you know something?

When higher powers
send you coma visions,
you better pay attention.

What'd you see?

You, in trouble.

Also...

these weird symbols--

glyphs, I guess--

on a wall...

and on flesh.

A tattoo,
and there's a woman behind you.

- You saw a woman in your vision?
- No, lunkhead, right now.
Behind you.

You weren't home upstairs.
Didn't think you'd mind me
using your private elevator.

Eve, I mind you breathing.
Get out.

Yeah. Sure.
Except I'm here to convey
the partners' concern.

Little issue of you
letting a client
skip out of our dimension.

The dead nuns we can deal with,

but the firm's out
10 million in bail costs.

I ask you-- is that any way
to run a business?
Who's your friend, Angel?

I'm Cordelia Chase.

Oh. My name is--
I didn't ask.

Right.

Cordelia Chase.

Oh, yeah. Angel talked a lot
about you... at first.

I thought I told Security
not to let you in this building.

Sweetie, I'm liaison
to the senior partners.

You honestly think
you have any control
over my comings and goings?

Well, maybe not my goings,
but you did have a way with my
comings at the Halloween party.

So you two
are groin buddies?

And I thought Darla
was rock bottom.
We're not--

Just... once.

There were
special circumstances.

Lorne told us to,
but mystically.

We'll talk business later,
big guy.
I'll let you two catch up.

And I'll let you walk out
of here with your head
still attached to your body.

Harmony, I want Security
keeping tabs on Eve
while she's in the building.

- Got it, bossy.
- That's the kind of person
you do business with now.

Angel, do you realize
what's happening? You've
made a deal with the devil.

Oh, come on, Cordy.
You're being a little
overdramatic. It's not that--

I gotta go.
Everything's in place.
I'll draw up the paperwork.

Good. Great.
Uh, racquetball Thursday?

Okay, then.

- Uh!
- What did I do?

Made the biggest mistake
of your life,

and I'm gonna make you pay.

Oh, yeah.

Feel my wrath,
gorilla throwin' barrels.

Bloody hell.

Really should knock
on a bloke's door,

especially one
that's got no qualms
about killin' trespassers.

Is that any way
to talk to your benefactor?

Just a little concerned
about you. You haven't been
out in the field lately.

In case you haven't been keepin'
up with the sports pages, I got
my bloody hands hacked off...

by that deranged Slayer
you sent me after. Yeah.

Sorry about that.

But, hey, good ol' buddies
at Wolfram and Hart managed
to reattach 'em just fine, huh?

You sit around here
and play video games.
Rehab, mate.

Workin' out the digits.

You got no idea
how rotten this feels.

Oh, amazingly enough, I do.

Yeah. Got my hand cut off
a few years back. Line of duty.

So believe me when I tell you,
I can feel your pain.

Oh, half of it anyway.
Give you that.

Don't forget
you've got a job to do.

The Powers That Be are countin'
on their champion. So are all
the other helpless people--

Don't need a pep talk, Doyle.
I already plan on goin' out.

You just get one of your visions
and tell me when and where.

That's what I--
That's what I like to hear.

Yeah?

We got a big problem.
Can this wait?

Kinda not.
Cordelia Chase is awake.

Really?
She's talking about
some vision she had,

steering Angel
right toward you.

Come on. You stupid plumber!

Bloody pathetic!

Well, now. Guess this calls
for a change of plans.
Hear me? You're dead!

"If you need help,
then look no further.

"Angel Investigations
is the best.

Our rats are low"--

It says rats.
"Our rates are low,
but our standards are high.

"When the chips are down...

"and you're at the end
of your rope,

"you need someone
that you can count on.

"And that's what
you'll find here--

"someone who'll
go all the way,

"who'll protect you
no matter what.

- So don't lose hope."
-

Sorry.
I was snooping.

- I found this.
- No, it's okay.

Just--
Uh, you couldn't sleep?

Oh, no sleep for me.
I've slept enough
for one lifetime.

Been a long while
since I've seen that.

- First soldier down.
- Yeah.

Doyle pissed me off
so righteously
going out like that.

But he knew.

He knew what he had to do.
Didn't compromise.

He used his last breath
to make sure
you'd keep fighting.

I get that now.

Cordy,

there are reasons I agreed
to take over Wolfram and Hart,
reasons you don't understand.

I understand just fine.

They seduced you
with all their fancy facilities,

manpower, threw a whole bunch
of money at you,

plied you with all these
expensive toys and penthouses
with spectacular views, and--

Really spectacular.

What was I saying?

- I've been seduced.
- That's right, pal.

They dazzled you
with shiny objects
and beautiful things.

- And there is no reason
you could give me for--
- Connor.

- Where is Connor?
Why did Gunn ask--
- They don't remember him.

It was part of my agreement
to take this job. The senior
partners altered reality.

Gave... Connor a life,
a real family, a childhood--

somethin' I could
never give him.

He's got no memories of us,

and no one remembers him...

except me and you...

and Eve, for some reason.

So, not only did you strike
a deal with your worst enemy
to give up your son,

you let them rape the memories
of your friends who trust you.

He was about to kill you
and himself.

He was so torn up.
I didn't have any other way
to stop him,

any way to help him.

- Connor's happy now. And--

And we're doin' fine here.
I mean, we've-- we've done
some great work here.

Don't give me that
"everything's fine here"
company line.

I'm not buying it
and neither are you.

And neither are
the Powers That Be.

Why do you think
they woke me up?
Gave me that vision?

They know you slipped the track,
and they want me to help
put you back on it.

You're wrong about the Powers.
They're not in
my corner anymore.

Looks like Spike
is their new champion.

Spike. Spike who?

Spike. He's got a soul now,
andhe saved the world.

And he's out there
on the streets-- you know,
helpin' the-- the helpless.

Okay. Spike's a hero,

and you're C.E.O.
of Hell, Incorporated.

What frickin' Bizarro World
did I wake up in?

I'm sorry.
I naturally assumed you'd be
lost without me. But this?

I am lost without you.

- You just forgot who you are.
- Remind me.

Oh, no.

That's for you
to figure out, Bubba.

I can tell you
who you were.

A guy who always fought his
hardest for what was right,

even when he couldn't
remember why,

even when he was miserable,
which was,

let's face it,
a not-small portion of the time.

He did right,
and that gave him something--

a light, a glimmer.

And that's the guy
I fell in--

the, um--

the guy I knew.

I see him around here,
and maybe I'll start believing.

Let me know if you do.

Do you ever wonder,

do you ever think about...

if we'd met up that night
and had a chance to--

All the time.

Guess we missed
our moment, huh?

Maybe we were meant to.

Or maybe people like us
just don't get to... have that.

Angel,

there are no people
like us.

You're not worried at all?

She's awake.

That means the Powers That Be
are getting nervous,
taking an interest.

Higher stakes.
That likes me fine.

We're not sittin' at
the five-dollar table anymore.

You know the house
always wins.

So the question becomes:
Whose house are we in?

Senior partners gave
that Eurotrash vampire
everything I'd worked for.

Couldn't let that slide.

They didn't see me comin'.

Maybe they're gettin'
too old for this.

It all comes back to Angel,
doesn't it?

He's still the center
of your universe.

No, baby.

You are.

Remember how I said,

"Let's not have your department
looking for those symbols
I saw in my vision.

Let's do this like we used to--
you and me, crackin' the books"?

Yes.
Well, that was dumb. What'd
you ever listen to me for?

I don't know.
I think I sort of missed this.

You and me and the books.
Kickin' it old school,
as they say.

And I never will again.

Wes,

last year when that,
um, higher, uh,

whatever...

took over my body,

did those things--

Nobody's talking about it.

What's to say?
We all understand it wasn't you.

Do you?

- You didn't kill Lilah.
- I know.

Still, um--

I'm sorry.

Huh! I just wanted
to tell you that before--

Hey, that's them.

Those, the tats.

Look. Ah!

Oh. Protection runes, derived
from the Enochian alphabet.

The ones from your vision
are symbols,

some kind of
concealment spell.

"Clouds before
the all-seeing eyes"--
Mm. Okay.

This part I didn't miss--
cryptic poetry.

They protect the bearer
from being viewed remotely,

from higher powers,
seers, mystics.

Or, transposed to today,
any means of
modern surveillance.

Somebody really
wants to stay hidden.

Place is like a rat maze,

complete with rats.

Spike. Well, well.

Heard you weren't evil anymore,
which kinda makes
the hair silly.

- Uh, or nice.

You took me on and lost,
remember, old man?
Yeah. Touch Cordelia again,

- get ready for
our very last rematch.
- She's evil, you gormless tit!

- Excuse me! Who bit whom?
- Did you call me a tit?
- I thought he had a soul.

- I thought she didn't.
- I do!
- So do I.

Well, clearly,
mine's better.
Look--

I see fangs,
I'm gonna play dentist.

- And you called this guy
the big hero?
- You called me a hero?

I didn't know you
were eating people.

- Ow!
- God!

It was a taste test,
you git.

Needed to know if what
my source said was true.

And actually, well,
you don't taste evil.

Demons are more astringent,
with a sort of oaky--

- What source?
- I got a guy.

Has an in with
the Powers That Whatsit.
Gets his visions.

- Visions?
- Yeah. Said Cordelia was
taken over by some big bad.

- Came to destroy you all.
- His vision's a rerun.

The thing that possessed Cordy's
long dead, Spike.

Well, looks like tattoo boy
was wrong this time.

Wait. Tattoos?
What kind of tattoos?

I don't know--
symbols, tribal-like.

This guy with the visions,
do you have a name?

Called himself Doyle.

No, he didn't kill her.
She's still alive.

Now they're talking... a lot.

Listen, babe, I'm almost there.
All right?
So get out of the building...

right now.

Can we have a word
with you, Eve?

- Now's really not
a good time. Ow!
- Let's go, Lilah Jr.

We've got a problem, Eve.
Damn right you do.

When I tell the partners
you assaulted me--

Couple weeks ago,
a man approached Spike,

told him that the Powers That Be
have some missions for him.

Spike, brain trust that he is,
went along with it. Hey.

He's the one who told Spike
to save me from the parasite--

the parasite you put on me
in the first place.

Oh, not this again.
Get out of that chair,

and I will feed you
those Manolo Blahniks--

which are stunning,
by the way.

Seems to me like
you and this guy
are workin' together.

Look. I don't know what
you're talking about. But you--
you can't keep me here.

- I have to leave.
- But the thing that really,
really pisses me off...

is that this guy
seems to be going by
the name of Doyle.

- Doesn't ring a bell.
- It does to me.

It rings a big frickin' gong,
and I want to know
who has the nerve...

to be using that name.

I'm gonna give you one chance
to tell me where he is.

Look. I don't know what--

Excuse me, boss?
Not now, Harmony.

Okay. But do I get
the afternoon off too?

What are you
talking about?
Everybody's gone.

The whole building cleared out
a few minutes ago.

What's goin' on, Eve?

Wakey, wakey.

I checked the server.
Message went out, Code 7, right
before the building emptied.

What's a Code 7, Eve?
I don't know.

Seriously.

Okay, this is getting us
nowhere. Angel, torture her.
What?

- What?
- You heard me.

Building's clearing out.
Means we don't have
a lot of time. Have at it.

I can't just... torture her.

Like, wha--
He's right, Cordy.

- If we sink to their level,
then--

- Harmony!
- Is this okay?

I mean, I am evil, technically.
I don't mind torturing her
for the team.

Yeah. Okay.

Come on, you hussy!
Spill it!

Okay, okay! Stop.
It's a fail-safe.

They built a fail-safe.

- Harmony, she's talking.
- She is?

Already?
Well, that sucks.

Look. The senior partners
were never certain they could
keep you under their thumb,

so they created a fail-safe,
housed it in the sublevels
of the building.

- What kind of fail-safe?
- I don't know what it is
exactly, but it's huge...

and alive and specifically
designed to destroy you.

How can I stop it?

Only way to shut it down's
in the chamber itself.

Well, if that's true,
then who activated it
in the first place?

- You were with us when
the building cleared out.
- Had to be someone else--

someone with the ability
to slip past Wolfram and Hart's
security systems.

Like our magically tattooed
faux Doyle.

Spike, I don't want to go in
blind. Anything else you know
about this guy?

Not much.
Uh, average size.

Dressed like an urban cowboy.
Got his hand chopped off once.

His hand?

He's back.

- Lindsey.
- Who?

Lock the building down.
Make sure he can't get out.
Don't trust security systems.

He won't show up
because of those tattoos of his.

There could be
a way to fix that.
I'll need some help.

- Oh, my dance card's free.
- Who is Lindsey?

A lawyer. Wolfram and Hart's
former golden boy, till he
ran off to go find himself.

Yeah. Should've stayed lost.
Harmony, guard Eve.

- She moves, eat her.
- Really? Thanks. Hm!

- Angel, you're not
going down there alone.
- Fail-safe's meant for me.

- I'm not gonna risk
anybody I care about.
- I'll go.

Okay. Be ready to evacuate.
This thing gets past me, get
the hell out of the building.

- Past us.
- No, no. Cordy--

Yeah. Save it, Angel.
You can order me around
all you want.

But I know my rights,
and I want to see a lawyer.

- What the bloody hell is this?
- Let's find out.

Zombies. Ohh, swell.

- We don't have time for this!
- Go on. I'll hold 'em back.

Come on, lads.
No need to be gentle.

We're all dead men here.

Bye-bye, Angel.

Hello, Lindsey.

And the hero arrives,
right on schedule.

And with a date.

Yeah. Dinner and a show,
and you're both.

Is this the part where
I get all weak in the knees?
Promise I'll never do it again?

Little late for that, Doyle.
There's always time
for redemption.

- Isn't that your whole thing?
- You had your chance.

I guess some people,
they just never change.

I did.

- You just gonna
lay there and bleed?
- Cordy, get out of here.

No.

Hang out.
This won't take long.

Angel!

Oh. Well, it's not the size
that matters, big guy.

- It's how you use it.
- Shut it down.

- Say "please."
- I wasn't talkin' to you.

Oh, right! On it.

-
- So, go and get yourself
a little mojo?

- Should never have come back, Lindsey.
- What can I say?

I missed you.

Uh, okay.
Let's try the blue one.

- Ow! Ah! Okay.
Not the blue one.

A little something I picked up
in Nepal. You like it?

They sell that crap
at the airport.

You know, all my
carefully laid-out plans,
my designs--

When you get right down to it,
this is pretty sweet,
too, huh?

Reason enough for me
to come back.

You, me,

fight to the death-- yours.

Seen your tough act before,
you squirt.

First time we ever met,
you put on a show--

huffing and puffing,
tellin' me I couldn't lay
a hand on your scumbag client.

- So you kicked him
out a window.
- Good times.

It was a defining moment.

Kinda like this one.

Ohh, crap.

- "Woodbury lichen."
- Check.

Where's our
dung beetle skeleton?
Already in the bowl.

Man, I should be down there.
Got enough Betty Crockers.
I should be throwin' some hurt.

"Sprinkle ingredients
with the arterial blood
of an unclean."

A demon.

We're unclean.
Like you're so April fre--

You sure that thing said,
uh, "arterial blood"?

- Sorry.
- Why don't they ever need
the urine of an unclean?

I've got plenty
of unclean urine.

Look. Uh, think I'm
making some right now.

That must've stung.

Worse than when you
cut off my hand.

Angel!

Who is this?

Who is this?

- I came to fight
the vampire with a soul.

Guess you shouldn't
have sold it, huh?

Look at ya. From champion
to pathetic corporate puppet
in just a few months.

Used to have fire
in your heart.

Now all you got in there
is that big, honkin' sword.

How's that feel, champ?
Could be worse.

Aah! If it had been
made out of wood,
you dumb-ass!

Now, you are gonna
give it up.

- Like that was so hard.
- No!

All those tattoos, all those new
tricks you've learned--

just don't matter.

Doesn't matter what you try.

Doesn't matter where I am
or how badass you think
you've become.

'Cause you know what?
I'm Angel.

I beat the bad guys.

You okay?
I've been worse.

So what now, huh?

Think you got it in you
to kill me?

Really don't think
I have to.

Sweetie,
your epidermis is showing.

I think I can
feel it working.

- Oh, damn.
- I think the senior partners
would like a word.

You don't think
they're angry, do you?

It's really been a pleasure.
Let's never keep in touch.

It's a new game, Eve.
If I were you,
I'd start thinkin' strategy.

- And here I am thinking revenge.
- And what do you imagine the
senior partners are thinking?

Well, uh, I'm thinkin'
Sea Breeze, compadres. I gave
up a lot of blood for this gig.

And I didn't get any.
I kept begging Eve
to run, but--

Well, I've been prancin' around
thinkin' I had a destiny.

- I'd love to drown my
embarrassment in a few pints.
- We should all go get a drink.

We haven't done that
in... ever.

- I'm in. Cat and Fiddle?
- Yeah. Unless, of course,
you're busy packing.

Uh, a drink sounds good.

I'll go get my coat.

Uh, you guys go ahead.
We'll catch up.

Oh, and, uh, Wesley?
You still work
the best mojo in town.

I bleed from the neck,
he gets the props.

So,

you feel good?

Yeah. I do.

I just--
I kinda feel bad about it.

My God.
You are a piece of work.

I just-- I just don't
feel like I deserve--

I mean, all I did
was beat up a tiny Texan.

It's not like
I helped anyone.
Sure you did.

Who?
Boy, I really do fall
for dumb ones.

You know how you're always
trying to save, oh, every
single person in the world?

Did it ever occur to you
you are one of them?

No, it-- it never did.

Well, you made the list,
gorgeous, and you needed
some help.

And you were the one
that helped me.

I did my part.

You know, Lindsey wasted
a lot of energy trying
to make me doubt myself.

I know it's not
even close to over.

I do feel like
I can do this.

Wolfram and Hart,
whatever's coming,
I feel like we can beat it.

I know.
You do?

I always did.

I-- I just needed you
to know it too.

So all that stuff about
the deals with the devil--
Is God's honest truth.

But you're bigger
than that.

You'll win this
in the end.

I, uh, just wish
I could be there to see it.

What do you mean?
You're not--

I can't stay.
This isn't me anymore.

You can say good-bye
to the gang for me.

Explain everything,

once you understand.

That's gonna be never.
I-- I need you here.

Don't make this hard, Angel.

I'm just on
a different road,

and this is my off-ramp.

The Powers That Be
owed me one,
and I didn't waste it.

I got my guy
back on track.

Cordy, there's just, uh--
We take what we can get, champ,
and we do our best with it.

I'll be seeing you.

Oh, what the hell.
One for the road?

You know, um, I--

I don't need to get that.

That... you have to get.

Oh, and you're welcome.

Hello?
Yes, I know, she's--

But that's impossible.
She's standin' right--

I'm sorry.

Yeah.

Uh, so when did she die?

Did she, uh--

She never did wake up.
I see.

Thank you.

Grr! Arrgh!