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Previously onAngel.

A Black Thorn is the senior
partners' instrument on Earth.

Wouldn't make it on the
circle's radar till he killed
one of his lieutenants.

Welcome to the fold.

We know what
you been doin'.

Involvare.

- All right.
We have six minutes.
- Till what?

The glamour collapses. As far
as anyone outside is concerned,
we're at each other's throats.

I'm talking about killing
every single member
of the Black Thorn.

You need to decide
if that's worth dying for.

- I'm in.
- I'm in.

Then we're all agreed.

Yeah. We're all one big
happy Manson family.

- We taking 'em all at once?
- Can't.

The Circle of the Black Thorn
is the most powerful group
in this plane of existence.

Together,
they'd vaporize us.

But separated,
they're just demons.

- When do we make our move?
- Soon.

In the meantime,
we keep up
the infighting.

The circle needs
to believe we're
comin' apart.

- What about Illyria?
- What about her?

Move like this, wouldn't
hate having Blue Thunder
in our corner.

Can't trust she'll
come down on our side.

Oh, trust me.
She's housebroken.
She was babysittin' Drogyn--

- She was with Drogyn?
- Relax. The two of 'em
were gettin' on well.

- You have to
get over there now.
- Why? What is it?

Drogyn's dead.

And, uh, how do
you know that,
Kreskin?

- Because I killed him.
- What?

Ow! You son of a--

Sorry. Didn't know
you were-- in conference.

I was just making
a closing statement.

Unless somebody
didn't hear me.

Up to you too, Wes. Illyria's
your responsibility. Make
sure she doesn't get twitchy.

Well, you've got
yourself a problem.

Nothing you have
to worry about.

Oh, not me.
Your new friends,
the Black Thorn.

They're very concerned.

Tell 'em to send me
a memo. I'm busy.
Trying to run a business.

You can tell them yourself.
They want to see you
right now.

No rest for the wicked.

Illyria.

Bloody hell.

Illyria,
can you hear me?

Who did this to you?

It was Hamilton.
Took Drogyn.

Straight to his buddy, Angel.

I'm telling you.
Our fearless leader
has fearlessly lost it.

There's no part of this
that makes any sense.
I mean, we could be next.

I don't think we're
being monitored here.

I'm not playing
to the crowd, Gunn.

I still don't trust the man.

We don't have to trust him.
We just gotta pray
the Black Circle does.

...the world's woe, now convene.

All is bound by the circle
and its thorns,

invisible, inviolate.

We, the seeds of the storm
at the center of the world's
woe, now convene.

The circle does not
abide secrets.

Which is interesting
for a secret society.

Remember your place, vampire.

My place is in the circle.

This morning's insurrection
did not go unnoticed.

You mean my people.
They tried to kill you.

An embarrassing affront,
to say the least.

And a stepping stone
to disaster.

You have ascended, Angel.
You should not be burdened
with this kind of--

Sebassis, your manservant
has become tangled in
my bodily fluids again!

My people
are the problem?

Some of them, yes.

Some?
Who missed the cut?

We're interested
in Mr. Wyndam-Pryce.

He seems intriguingly unstable.

Mr. Gunn, on
the other hand, does not.

Which is a pity.
He had so much potential.

He is not, however,
our greatest concern.

If the next words out of
your mouth are "Kill Spike,"
we just might have to kiss.

Spike is not the threat.
You are.

You've proven your loyalty
to the circle.

Regrettably, there's
something stronger than loyalty.

Hope.

This is the Shanshu prophecy.
- The original.

"The vampire with a soul
will play a pivotal role
in the apocalypse."

"And as a reward
will become human."

A paranoid person
might think you're
trying to manipulate us...

in an attempt
to fulfill this prophecy.

I have no desire
to become human.

Oh, good.

Then you won't mind signing
that pesky future away.

Through that document,
the prophecy can be undone.

Your signature there will
remove any opportunity...

that you will
ever earn your
once-precious humanity.

Will you sign it?

Of course.

- It's gotta be signed in blood.

Um, Angel?

Just wondering
where everybody is.

You ever miss it?

You were turned, what,
five years ago?

Oh, that.

Yeah. Graduation night.

I don't know. It's weird.

Part of me always knew life
would end after high school.

I was very popular, you know.
The whole golden years thing.

I don't remember what
it was like, being human.

It was too long ago.

Not so great.

Zits, dandruff, mortality.

Although,
I do remember...

my heart.

And the way it would thump
when I kissed a really hot boy
for the first time.

That was cool.

Angel, something's
going down, isn't it?

And everybody's
in on it except me.

You're not a part of this.
I could be.

I'm your assistant,
after all.

I could, I don't know,
assist you or something.

- Hamilton.
- Hamilton?

I need to get some things done,
pay a quiet visit
to Archduke Sebassis.

I'd like to keep our liaison
out of the loop.
Out of the loop?

That's where I live.
Distract him.
I don't care how.

Throw some punches at him,
some files.

Just keep him busy
for as long as you can.

What are you gonna do now?

One more thing
I don't want to.

You gotta be joking.

Why on God's green
and verdant earth
would I trust you?

Huh? Or you trust me?

'Cause it's not about us, Lindsey.

It's about them. The wolf,
the ram, the hart.

The ones we've been
fighting against forever.

You can't beat 'em.

Maybe they're not
there to be beat.

Maybe they're there
to be fought.

Maybe fighting them
is what makes human beings
so remarkably strong.

You're not talking about
the kind of strength
human beings have.

This is not about coveting
your neighbor's ass,

your buddy's job,
last Mallomar in the box.

You're talking about fighting
flesh and something that passes
for blood demons...

with enormous power,
and they will mow you down.

Maybe.

But I keep thinking that
once this world was theirs,
and now it's not.

Isn't it?

Give me the hell
on earth speech, Lindsey.

I know how bad things are,
how much sway
the demons hold.

I happen to be
the greatest mass murderer
you've ever met.

Never given you props
for that, have I?

There's always gonna be power,
and there's always
gonna be corruption.

- So again, I ask--
- 'Cause it's not what
I'm expected to do.

'Cause you're good
in a fight.

And let's say we come up
rollin' sevens and
this does go our way.

We tear up this firm,
someone's gonna
have to step in.

And I know that's what you want.
I'm a lot more comfortable
with the thought of you...

in that position
than anyone else.

- The devil you know.
- That'd be you.

And if you roll snake eyes?
Talk your way out of it. Tell
'em I forced you to help me.

Tell 'em I made
my scary face.

Believe it or not,
I was actually
talking about you.

I mean, you care about
being squashed like a bug?

You haven't heard
a word I've said.

For, like, years back.

You get a little
speechy, all right?
I breeze out.

I got the Cliff Notes.

Honor and humanity,
absolute good.
I heard it.

So here's the plot twist.
I'm in.

Why?

Everybody goes on
about your soul,
vampire with a soul.

Nobody ever mentions the fact
that you're really a vampire
with big brass testes.

This is gonna
be a circus!

I mean, win or lose,
you're about to pick
the nastiest fight...

since mankind drop-kicked
the last demon
out of this dimension.

And that you don't do
without me.

If you want me,
I'm on your team.

I want you, Lindsey.

Thinkin' about
rephrasing that.

Yeah, think I'd be more
comfortable if you did.

How's she doin'?
She needs more care
than I can provide here.

I have to get
some supplies from home.

Watch over her for me.

Fat lot of good that's
gonna do if Hamilton
makes another house call.

Hamilton did this?

- You didn't know?
- He brought Drogyn.

To the circle, so
you could kill him
to prove you'd gone over.

Say, any other tips on how
to be a hero we could share
with the boys and girls at home?

I didn't have a choice.
They would have killed
us both if--

We get it. We'd just like
to know if they're gonna
need the rest of us as proof.

- Pick us off one by one,
you know?
- No, they won't.

We're killing 'em all tonight.

I want you all
to do something for me,
for yourselves.

Take the day off.

What?

If we're plannin' to
assassinate the power elite
of the apocalypse tonight,

shouldn't we be
cowboyin' up?

We'll be ready. But, today,
I want you guys to go out.

Live. Do whatever you want.

Live the day
like it's your last.

'Cause it probably is.

♪ If I ruled the world ♪

♪ Every day would be
the first day of spring ♪

♪ Every heart would have
a new song to sing ♪

♪ And it'd sing of the joy
every morning would bring ♪

Hi.

Mmm. Nice crowd.

It can get
pretty ugly in here.
I gotta warn you.

What I'm after.

Couple more shots of courage
and I may make
my presence felt.

Your funeral.
Well, I never
had a proper one.

Charles!

Annie, how you doin'?

Oh, pretty good, I guess.

Got a bunch
of furniture donated.

Gotta move this stuff
to the new shelter.

Still fightin'
the good fight, huh?
That's the drill.

How are things uptown?
Well, more fight,
less good.

Seen Rondell or the guys?
I hit some of the old spots,
didn't see anyone.

They should be around.
Said they'd help me
haul this stuff.

You know how it is though.
Things come up.

You got much vamp
trouble these days?
Never goes away for good.

The boys help out though.
We're pretty safe.

Gives me time to concentrate
on the little things.

Crack, runaways,
abuse victims, psychotics--
the old gang.

Yeah, I remember.
It's not so bad.

We've had some really
decent donations,
and it's helping.

We actually have a part-time
paid psychiatric staff.

What if I told you
it doesn't help?

What would you do
if you found out that
none of it matters?

That it's all controlled
by forces more powerful and
uncaring than we can conceive,

and they will never let
it get better down here?

What would you do?

I'd get this truck packed
before the new stuff gets here.

- Want to give me a hand?
- I do.

One, two, three.

I don't understand.

It'll help you
heal faster.

If you really plan to
join us in this fight--
I will fight.

I've been broken
and humiliated.

I will return in kind
every blow, every sting.

I will shred my adversaries,

pull their eyes out just
enough to turn them towards
their mewing, mutilated faces.

You're a very
inspirational person.

Have I mentioned that?

You are what
I don't understand.

And that would
be different because?

Angel told you
to do whatever
you wanted... today.

Tonight you may all be dead.

Yes. Good point.

I am not what you want.

No.

Then why--
Don't I go off and have
one last perfect day?

Smell the flowers,
or skydive, or have a go
with Mistress Spanksalot,

or whatever the hell
one is supposed to do
in these situations?

- Mistress who?
- There is no perfect day
for me, Illyria.

There is no sunset or painting
or finely aged scotch...

that's going to sum up my life
and make tonight any--

There is nothing
that I want.

You want to be with Fred.

Yes. Yes, that's
where I'd be if I could.

I could assume her shape,
make her come alive again
this once for you.

But you would
never ask me to.

The first lesson a Watcher
learns is to separate
truth from illusion,

because in the world of magics,
it's the hardest thing to do.

The truth is that
Fred is gone.

To pretend anything else
would be a lie.

And since I don't
intend to die tonight,
I won't accept a lie.

Is it better?

It's better.

My soul is wrapped
in harsh repose.

Midnight descends
in raven-colored clothes.

But, soft. Behold.

A sunlight beam...

cutting a swath
of glimmering gleam.

My heart expands.

'Tis grown a bulge in it.

Inspired by your beauty...

effulgent.

Yeah!

- That was great, man.
- Thank you.

That was for Cecily.

All right, this
next one's called
"The Wanton Folly of Me Mum."

So she's a werewolf.
And an art student.

She does this
great pottery.
She made me a vase.

But it's the wolf part
that joneses you.

There's some full-moon love,
am I right? Fur flying?

Huh?

So vampires really
don't understand
the concept of jokes.

I understand jokes.

I was at the first taping
of the Carol Burnett Show.

Tim Conway was on fire.
It was special.

I know you're my father.

You got your memories back.

Yeah, they're mixed in there
with the new ones.

Kinda like a... bad dream
I had, I guess.

A very strange and violent,

at times inappropriately
erotic... dream.

You probably have
a lot of questions.

No. I don't want to
make a thing.

I get what you did,
you know.

And I'm grateful.

That's as far as
I want to take it, okay?

So, what are you
workin' on?

I am applying for
an internship.

I'm supposed to
write up a résumé.
Need any help?

Have you ever written
a résumé before? Ever?

No.

But I have very
nice handwriting.
You girl.

What are you thinkin' about?
Angel.

You simply
couldn't have said
a worse thing than that.

No. You know what I mean.
I do.

It's nice to know you're one
of the few things in my life
he didn't get his mitts on.

I don't believe Angel
trusts you.
It ain't about that, love.

It's about what he needs.
And right now, he needs
every hand he can get.

As long as I'm
fightin' on his side,
he'll play me fair.

Smoke clears, then we'll
see where we stand.

You sure you can handle
the Sahrvin?

They're sending me in
with karaoke boy.
How tough can they be?

With Lorne?
What's up? Worried
about his reading?

Said your future was
gonna be crappy?

He was probably tellin' you
that just to mess with you. Probably.

If this thing does go down,
I want you to stay
the hell away from it.

I'm not going to let
anything happen to you.

Damn. Girl, you gave up
immortality for me.

It's like something
out of a fairy tale.
We don't live in a fairy tale.

This may come out
a little pretentious,

but... one of you
will betray me.

Wes.

Oh. Can I deny you
three times?

Vail's the sorcerer
of the bunch.

You know that game.
You've seen his place.

He believes you'd
make a play for my spot.

- That's not very flattering.
- It'll get you in the door.

Illyria,
Izzerial the devil...

and three other members
of the circle dine together
almost every night.

I'll make trophies
of their spines.

Good to have you
on the team.

Gunn--
Yo.

Your friend, Senator Brucker,
has a campaign office
in West L.A.

You already know
she's pure hell spawn,

and she tends to surround
herself with vampires.

I was hopin' it'd be vamps.
Haven't dusted nearly enough
this year.

No offense.
It's all right.

Spike--
Right. First off,
I'm not wearin' any amulets.

No bracelets, brooches,
beads, pendants,
pins or rings.

Fine. All you need
is a rattle.

Ah, the baby.
And the legion
of the Fell Brethren.

I want the kid returned
to his mother and
the foster family dismembered.

Done and done.

Archduke Sebassis
has over 40,000 demons
at his command.

Other members
of the council fear him.

He's the key player,
so he's mine.

Lorne--
I'm not a fighter, Angelwings.

Never had the stomach
for it. Looks like
I'm your weak link.

I need you
to back up Lindsey.

- Still can't believe you
brought him in.
- He's part of this.

It'll be just as dangerous
for him as it will be
for everyone else on our team.

Mmm.

This just gets better
and better every day.

Anyway--
Mmm.

about Angel's secret plan--

So I guess we're
not goin' back to
the office after this.

The alley just
north of Hyperion.

Everyone who makes it
meets there.

We do any damage at all,
the senior partners
are gonna rain hell on us.

So be ready.

Hey, uh, Ange--

I'll do this last thing
for you, for us,
but then I'm out.

And you won't find me
in the alley afterwards.

Hell, you won't
find me at all.

Do me a favor.
Don't try.

Day went by fast, huh?

Try not to die.
You are not unpleasant
to my eyes.

Uh, thanks. You...
try not to die too.

Later, then.

What do you think
all this means for
that Shanshu bugaboo?

We make it through this,
does one of us get
to be a real boy?

Who you kidding?
We're not gonna
make it through.

Well, long as
it's not you.

I'm curious.

What makes you
think I won't kill you
where you sit?

Because you're smarter
than the others.

Smart enough to have
your doubts about Angel,

and rightly so.

He's... unpredictable.

And worse,
he has a conscience.

You make a very
persuasive argument.

Wait. It gets better.

I can't officially
comment on that.

But, off the record,
if Mr. Conley's recent
confession is true,

then he's a very sick man
who needs professional help.

One of the goals
of my next term in Washington...

is stronger federal guidelines.

Harmony, where's Hamilton?

Records room.
Been keeping him busy,
like you said.

Good. I gotta stop by
the penthouse,
but have my car ready.

And just make sure
Hamilton stays busy.

No problemo, boss.

Going out?

Why? You want to
order in?

I hear you already
have plans.

Gonna take that
when you visit Sebassis?

Now, why don't I think
that's a gift?

Aah!

Ah, oh!

- Oh, my God.
- Hamilton--

He's not my boyfriend.
I mean, I certainly
didn't betray you.

- Drop the act, Harm.
- It's not an act.
I'm really this nervous.

- I knew you'd turn on me.
I just didn't know when.
- What do you mean, you knew?

Loyalty really isn't
high on your list.
Oh, is that right?

I'll have you know
I am damn loyal, dumb-ass.
You betrayed me.

You are betraying me now,
even as we are talking.

Because you never have
any confidence in me.

No, because you
have no soul.

I would if you had
confidence in me.

- Get out of the building.
- Are you firing me?

Among other things, yes.

- Do you think I could
get a recommendation?
- Yeah, okay.

- But see, if you don't so much
live is the other thing--
- It's already in the desk.

Oh, you're the best!

Good luck.

Um, may the best man win?

So.
Yeah.

Did that hurt at all?

Little bit.
Ah!

But it's all
part of the job.

The senior partners have
expended an awful lot of
time and resources on you.

Personally, I would have
told them not to bother.

You're gutter trash.

That's where you
should have stayed,

drinking and whoring
your way through
an unremarkable life.

But the fates stepped in
and made you a vampire...
with a soul, no less.

A champion, a hero
of the people.

Yet, you still managed
to fail everyone around you.

Doyle, Cordelia, Fred.

They're all gone.
It's time you followed.

Did you really think
you were going to kill
Archduke Sebassis?

No. I think I already did.

I spiked his drink.

I figured you were
the one I needed
to be alone with.

Why?
So I could kill you?

Well, I thought
the fight would be
going a little better.

Oh.

Hello, Junior.
Name's Spike.

And lucky for you,
I'm on a strict diet.

Place the Holy Vessel
back in the bassinet.

Right.

Your influence
on this world is over.

The rest of the circle
will wither and die,

like you are about to.

You don't know who
you're dealing with,
do you, boy?

I mean, really.

I crap better magic
than this.

Now, then, let me show you
what a real wizard can do.

Why do you keep fighting?
You signed away
your Shanshu.

There's nothing in it
for you anymore.

People who don't care about
anything will never understand
the people who do.

Oh!

Yeah, but we won't care.

Care about that,
dress-for-less?

What the hell
are you doin' here?

Come on. You drop by
for a cup of coffee,
and the world's not ending?

Please.

Your families are protected...

against pedophiles
and other undesirables...

even in
the United States of--
Aah!

Looks like you boys
are gonna need to
find a new candidate.

And you wonder
why folks don't vote.

- Those guys were chumps.
- Now they're chunks.

Demon strength or no,
you're quite
the master swordsman.

Well, I couldn't have done it
without that high note
in "MacArthur Park."

Slays 'em every time.

Any word on
the rest of the team?

For all I know,
we are the rest
of the team.

I haven't heard squat.

That's weird.
They'll call.

No, I mean me
sayin' "team"...

and meaning it.

Kinda like the feeling.
Yeah, today.

You really done with 'em?

It isn't my kind
of work anymore.
It's unsavory.

Gee, I think it's
just getting interesting.

Yeah, I bet you do.

You don't trust me.
You don't think
a man can change?

It's not about
what I think.
This was Angel's plan.

Come on.

I could sing for you.
I've heard you sing.

Why-- Why'd you--

One last job.

You're not part of
the solution.

You never will be.

You kill me?

A flunky?

I'm not just--

Angel kills me.
You--

Angel--

Good night, folks.

Did you really think you
had a shot at this?

I can bend the very fabric
of reality to my will.

Your parlor tricks
could never kill me, boy.

Then I'll just have to do
this the old-fashioned way.

Yes, I suppose we will.

Oh!

Wesley.

This wound is mortal.

Aren't we all?

It was good
that you came.

I killed all mine.
And I was--

Concerned?

I think so.

But I can't help.

You'll be dead
within moments.

I know.

Would you like me
to lie to you now?

Yes. Thank you, yes.

Hello, there.

Oh, Wesley.

My Wesley.

Fred.

I've missed you.

It's gonna be okay.

It won't hurt
much longer,

and then you'll be
where I am.

We'll be together.

I-- I love you.

I love you.

My love.

Oh, my love.

How very touching
his meaningless death was.

But this fight
was never for mortals.

Oh!

Take your best shot,
little girl.

Oh!

What is with you people?

Connor!

Let me say this
as clearly as I can.
You cannot beat me.

I am a part of them,
the wolf, ram, and hart.

Their strength flows
through my veins.

My blood is filled
with their ancient power.

Can you pick out the one
word there you probably
shouldn't have said?

Wow! You really
are full of it.

What was that
you were saying
about ancient power?

You don't really
think you're gonna
win this, do you?

You don't stand a chance.
We are legion.
We are forever.

I guess forever...

just got a hell
of a lot shorter.

Ah!
Is he dead?

Yeah, he's dead.

Uh... that's not good,
is it?

Wolfram and Hart.
Looks like they're
taking the gloves off.

- What'll we do?
- You go home.

- This is my fight.
- That's some
serious macho-- Aah!

Go home now.
They'll destroy you.

As long as you're okay,
they can't.

Go.

What the hell
is going on?

We're gettin' kicked out
of the garden, Eve.

Where's Lindsey?
Where is he?

He's not
comin' for you.
You--

Time to go.

Go where?

Boo.

Anyone else?
Not so far.
You feel the heat?

It's comin'.

Finally got ourselves
a decent brawl.
Damn!

How'd I know the fang boys
would pull through?

You're lucky we're
on the same side, dogs,
'cause I was on fire tonight.

My game was... tight.

Supposed to wear that red stuff
on the inside, Charlie boy.

Any word on Wes?

Wesley's dead.

I'm feeling grief
for him.

I can't seem to control it.

I wish to do more violence.

Wishes just happen
to be horses today.

Among other things.

Okay. You take
the 30,000 on the left.

You're fading.
You'll last
ten minutes at best.

Then let's make 'em memorable.

And in terms
of a plan?
We fight.

Bit more specific?

Well, personally, I kinda
want to slay the dragon.

Let's go to work.

Grr! Arrgh!