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Please.
You don't have to do this.

I-- I can get you money.
You don't have to--
Somebody, help!

Doesn't sound like
the lady's interested.

Maybe you're coming off
as too needy.

What ju--
I don't understand.

Look, don't try.

Just get yourself home.
Stay out of dark alleys.

You'll be all right.

But... who are you?

Doesn't matter.

Angel.

Area is secure.
Angel is unharmed.

Hostile's contained.
Sweep area and confirm.

- Angel, sir.
- Angel.

We got a report
of your movement.
Came for backup.

- I'm Agent Hauser.
I run your operations team.

Angel.

Hi. Glad we caught you.
Really would--

Get the forms from her.
Really would prefer you didn't
leave a rescue scenario...

until we had a chance
to control the scene.

Of course, that is
your decision, sir, but--
How did you guys--

Tracking monitor in your lapel.
And what a time-saver too, huh?

This is to confirm that
you have been rescued by Angel,

C.E.O. and president
of Wolfram and Hart.

And this is to indemnify
Wolfram and Hart against any--

If we can just get
a couple pictures of you two,
that would be great.

Now, uh, the vampire
that you terminated,

he actually did work for
one of your clients, so--

But, hey, first week,
no one will squawk, okay?

You run a law firm?

No. I mean--

Sort of.
Well, just lately.

I need you to initial here
concerning your immortal soul.

You did this for publicity?
No! I help... the helpless.

Would you like me to bring
your car around, sir?
Or anything? Anything at all?

Mocha? Latte, decaf.

Hey, Matt.
Wait up.

Did you get to the store?
They didn't have a lot.
I got Punisher.

My dad won't let me
read that.

Oh, man, it's so good.

He kills everyone.

You can borrow mine. Okay.

Do you have X-Men?
Which one?

Matthew.
It's pretty good.

We can talk about it
after class.

Okay, let's settle down, everyone.

Fred?
Wesley!

I'm always getting
turned around.

Can I help you
with any of that?
It's so big.

It does take
some getting used to.

Have you seen my lab?
It's giganamous,
and I'm in charge.

I'm sure you'll have
no trouble--

I don't even understand
half of what they're doing.

There's this machine, six feet
tall. It makes this noise:

Whoompa, whoompa.

Not a clue.
Well, I'm still stuck back at--
Why on earth are we here?

What? Because we're
crusaders against evil,

and now the law firm
that represents most of
the evil in the world...

has given us its L.A. branch
to run however we want,

probably in an attempt
to corrupt, divide
or destroy us,

and we all said yes
in, like, three minutes?

Your run-on sentences
have got a lot less pointless.

That's so sweet--
and a tad condescending.

You sure I can't help you?

Hi! Oh, um,
Wesley, this is Knox.

And I told you
to call me Fred.

A-Any minute now
I'm gonna start.

It's a promise
from me to you.

Can I help you with that?
Oh, thank you.

So, Knox, how long
have you been, um, evil?

Oh.
I just mix the potions,
you know?

And now that I'm taking orders
from el jefe here,

I'll probably be
saving the world
on a weekly basis.

Good for you.

Do you know how to get to
your office from here?
Why?

Did somebody
eat my bread crumbs?

It-- It's not that hard.
Uh, I'll-- I'll show you.

Thanks, Knoxy.

Oh. See ya.
Oh, it was nice to meet you.

Think fast!

Gotta be faster than that
in this place.

Cricket's more my game.
I've made up my mind.

How's Fred doing?
I'm sure Knoxy'll take
wonderful care of her.

Don't you think it's a bit
unseemly adding Y's to
the ends of people's names?

Does that mean I have to
call you "Wesle"?

Made up your mind about what?
Oh.

I want the one on the left.

This one makes me feel
a little bit less completely
out of place. I'd say 17% less.

Plus--
Little bit of a view
of the mountains.

Lived my whole life in L.A.,
now I find out
there are mountains.

A brother should be told.
It's very nice.

So's yours.
I mean, if it works for you.

We could switch if
you don't like the-- you know,
the kung pao or whatever.

Feng shui. Right.
What's that mean again?

That people
will believe anything.

Actually, in this place,
feng shui will probably have
enormous significance.

I'll align my furniture
the wrong way...

and suddenly catch fire
or turn into a pudding.

You having second thoughts?

You're not?
Man, do I look like
I belong here?

You got the mystical creds
at least. I just hit stuff.

I mean, even if this works and
we can turn this place around,
use it to do some good,

it's gonna be a long, long while
before any of us gets
anywhere near comfortable here.

Oh, sweetie, it's perfect.

Yes, it's perfect.
It's the project
you've been waiting for.

Yeah, it's Joanie Loves Chachi
meets The Sorrow and the Pity.

It's Joanie Loves Pity.
And you're--

Yeah, that carpet's great,
because I want our clients
to become dizzy and vomit.

Keep flipping, huh?
Yeah, you're a shoo-in.
The part's yours.

Yeah, I got a whole freezer full
of horses' heads downstairs.
No, I'm just kidding.

But, listen,
the producer's a client,
so read it and we'll talk.

Okay. Better.
Horrible and pathetic,
but better.

Lost, boss?

On a lot of levels. Did you hear
what happened to me last night?
You got lucky?

They put a tracer on me.

I was workin' the town,
helpin' the helpless--
the thing I like to do--

and the entire firm
shows up in the alley.
We'll make sure...

it doesn't happen again.
We're turning this place
inside out.

They want to see how I handle
running Wolfram and Hart,
they're gonna find out.

Everything must go.

Starting with that.

Hi. It's really neat
to see you guys.

I'm pretty sure
this is supposed to be
my office.

Never happen again.

I just wanted to, you know,
see your face.

You like to make an entrance.

You always open both doors
when you enter a room?

I don't need to
make an entrance.
I need to make an impression.

I'm gonna be
your liaison to the firm.

I'll help you find your way.
My name is Eve.

And just so we get
the whole irony thing
out of the way--

- Who do you answer to?
- The senior partners.

And if you're thinking--
which by the way, you are--

that you can use me
to get to them,
let go of the dream.

I answer to them.
I don't lunch with them.

Still, a pretty powerful
position for a young woman.

How exactly can you be sure
I'm either of those things?

Okay, let me tell you
how this works.

I thought I was in charge.

Of the Los Angeles offices
of a multidimensional corporation.

Now, I'm stressing
that last word because
that's what we are.

We're a business,
and we have a bottom line.

Now, you could take
your new client list and start
hacking away from the top down.

A lot of our clients are demons,
and almost all of them are evil.

Almost?

Things are always
more complicated
than they seem, champ.

You could shut this place down,

but then--

Well, then--
then you wouldn't
have it anymore.

The place closes down.
The connections dry up.
Evil goes next door.

This is the catch.

I'm explaining the catch so
you don't have to stand around
wondering what it is.

See, in order to
keep this business running,

you have to
keep this business running.

And that means
keeping your clients--
most of them anyway-- happy.

It means lettin' 'em
get away with stuff.

Sweetie, they were getting away
with it while you were all
sitting around your hotel...

waiting for the phone to jangle.

You're on the ins now,
and you can stop
the worst of it.

Maybe find some new solutions
to some old problems.

Come on.
Isn't anybody excited?

This is a crazy time of fun.

The most powerful evil around
has given a pivotal position
over to its sworn enemies.

You're not scared, are you?

Your client files
are all in there.

Might want to start
going through 'em.

This is unbelievable.

I think I've lost
my appetite.

Which is kind of a first.

Hmm. Well, this is interesting.

Apparently old Joe Kennedy
tried to get out of his deal
with the firm.

That explains a lot.

Yeah, but George Sr.,
he read the fine print.

There's no one these guys
don't have a piece of.

How are we even supposed to
start makin' things right?

Here's a winner.
Corbin Fries.

On trial for smuggling
Asian girls in for cheap labor
and prostitution.

Been charged with drugs,
gunrunnin'.
Nothin' stuck.

That's one of our human clients.
Looks like the trial's
not goin' too well this time.

Hmm. First good news all day.

I can't even remember
which pile is which.

I'll get my secretary
to go through it in the morning.

- Do I have a secretary?
- I imagine they'll
find you someone who can...

stomach the idea
of working for the side
of the righteous.

My impression is a lot of these
guys are just opportunistic.
They'll go with the flow.

You know we're gonna have to
check the whole staff,

make sure we don't have
any die-hard evildoers
plotting against us.

And here I was worrying
about the clients.

We're doing the right thing.

Right?

Well, uh, we're doin' it
tomorrow, exalted one.

My horns are fallin' asleep.

Yeah. You guys
go get some rest.

What about you?
I'll work a while yet.
Go on.

A lot simpler fighting vamps
on the street, wasn't it?

Tricked-out pickup,
loyal gang.

Just you and the pointy wood
against the living dead.

This gonna be a thing with you--
jumping out at people?

Or do you just not have
an office of your own?

I'm just wondering
if you're ready
for the next step.

Or if maybe
I'd like to go back
to livin' on the street,

eatin' garbage
and watching my buddies
get picked off one by one?

Yeah, that was the life.

So you're not backing out?

You don't know me,
or you wouldn't
ask that question.

I can see why
the senior partners
chose you.

Have fun.

You'll feel like
a new man.

What did she mean?

Tailor.
Guess I'm not dressed
for success.

Uh,

can I get a cup of coffee
or somethin'?

You have reached
Ritual Sacrifice.

For goats, press one.
Or say "goats."

Hello?
This is Angel's
office. How can I help you?

This is Angel.
No, this is his new assistant.

No, this is Angel.

Are you sure?

Less and less.
Can I get a cup of coffee?

Or if there's blood--
Oh. Right away.

To sacrifice a loved one
or pet, press the pound key.

Hello?
It's Wesley.
Can I stop in?

We might be into a situation.
Uh, sure.

Come on by.

- Harmony.
- Hey-- boss.

You're my secretary?

Assistant.

Explain why
I shouldn't kill you.

Secretary's fine.

No, it's not fine.

Where is it fine?
You've been working here?

- Yeah-huh.
- Why?

Well, duh.

I'm a single undead gal
tryin' to make it
in the big city.

I have to start somewhere.

And they're evil here.
They don't judge.

They've got
the necro-tempered glass.

No burning up.
A great medical plan.

- And who needs dental
more than us?
- This is surreal.

Now, before you go
threatening to fire me--

- I threatened to kill you.
- Don't let's quibble.

Before anything,
just think.

I'm strong.
I'm quick.

I'm incredibly sycophantic.

If that means what
that guy said.

And I type like a superhero--

if there was a superhero
whose power was typing.

And, hey,
we keep the same hours.

Creatures of the night...

unite?

How do you like your blood?

Tell me that's not--
It's pig's blood.

I'm totally off
the human blood.
That's not even a thing.

It tastes--
Pretty good, right?

The extra ingredient
is otter.

Angel, it's, uh,
one of our cases.

It's becoming problematic. Harmony.
Hey, Wes.

- You knew that she was--
- Wesley's the one that picked
me out of the steno pool.

But why? You--

I thought
a familiar face...

would be just the thing
in a place like this.

You turned evil a lot faster
than I thought you would. Nonsense.

We're gonna
get along great, boss.
The whole gang.

I mean, Cordy is gonna lose it
when she finds out I--

I mean,

you are gonna tell her
you're okay with this, right?

I mean,
I know she was mad at me for
trying to kill you all, but,

uh, she wouldn't--
I mean--
I thought she knew.

Cordy's sick.
She's in a coma.

Oh.

God, I-- I didn't--

What happened?
Is she gonna be okay?

We don't know.

Cordy was
my best friend, like,

my whole life.

She's my role model.

How can she--

So, anyway, I really think
you should not fire me,
and Wes does too.

Harmony, would you ask
the men in my office
to join us, please?

Righty-ho.

If there's a way
to help Cordelia,
we will find it.

What's the case?

Corbin Fries,
the lowest piece of pond scum
I've met in, oh, hours.

He's about to get 20 years
for kidnapping, pimping--
I saw the file.

Yeah, well, personally,
I think he deserves to be
eaten by weasels,

but he's hinting
we'd best help him.

Threatening, actually.

Mr. Fries.

I've been bringing him
up to speed on your case.
Terrific. Hmm.

Desmond Keel.
One of ours.

Nice to meet you.
I've heard, uh, things.

Would anybody like coffee?

Oh, yeah. Let's all chitchat
and have tea and crumpets
'cause I got so much time.

Here's the skinny.
Tomorrow, the D.A. puts my tit
in a wringer for good and all,

and that does not
stand with me.

Butt-munch here,
he got his law degree
at dog training school,

and the prosecution
has everything
they've ever dreamed of.

- Because you're guilty.
- Course I'm guilty.

What the hell are you
changing the subject for?

The point is
when Holland Manners was
runnin' things...

this would've never
got to trial.

Now, I bring a lot of money
into this firm--
more than most--

and I don't do that
so I can be handed over
to the frickin' law.

You...

gotta get me off.

It's strange,
my lack of incentive.

You think I give
a ferret's anus
about your new regime here?

Yeah, I know who you are,
and I care to the sum of zero.

You're my lawyers.

And if you don't do
every last thing
to keep me out of jail,

you will regret it.

Uh, we can't
dance around this one.

We're not in a position
to have anyone killed.

Not that we would.
And the jury's, uh, tamperproof.

Literally. I think one of
the D.A.'s shamans has conjured
a mystical shield around them.

So this one has to be won
on the merits of the case.

Uh, we have top men on this.
Who are doing jack.

I am not gonna be made
an example of.

Either you get me
off tomorrow--

- I think you should calm down.
- To hell with calm down.

Either you get me off,
or I drop the bomb.

Bomb?

Let me put it this way.

They bring in a conviction,
bye-bye, California.

I say the magic word,

the only people left standin'
are gonna be the ones
that are already dead.

Well, that's a relief.

I mean, hey!

Okay, well, we all know
why we're here,

so why don't we get started.

Uh,

Cindy Rabinowitz.

♪ There once was a woman
who loved a man ♪

♪ He was the one
that she took poison for ♪

♪ They say that nobody ever
loved as much as she ♪

♪ But me ♪

♪ I love you more ♪

So, he can read your mind?

Oh. While you're singing,
he can sort of feel out
your aura-- your future.

Should help us weed out
the, you know, most evilest,

which I'm sure you're not.

Hey, I'll go up there
right now, warble away.

I want you feeling
100% secure running this lab.

Yeah. That'll never happen
in this lifetime.

Uh, evil aside,

I'm not sure that I'm much of
the running things type.

I'm more the running away
from things type.

Why do I have trouble
believing that?
Maybe you're not very bright.

Hi, this is Fred.

Uh, I mean,
Practical Science Department.
This is the head--

Fred.

How may I help you?

Blow everybody up?
Well, he said "drop the bomb."
We don't know what that means.

We very nearly found out.
What? I'm not allowed to
hit people?

Not people capable of genocide.

Those are exactly
the types of people
I should be allowed to hit.

Hey, back to
the here and now, chickadees.

- Where do we stand?
- We need to find out
about this bomb...

and somehow disable it
in case that jury comes in
with a conviction.

We think it may have
some mystical element.

Fries said,
"I say the magic word."
He could mean exactly that.

Which is my department.
We also think it probably
isn't an explosive.

This isn't the sort of man
to risk his own life.

- So, that could mean
more magic--
- Or it could be a virus.

- Ebola kind of thing.
- Right.

The main thing is
any of this stuff could have
come from right here.

Keel, the lawyer,
says he doesn't know anything,
and I believe him.

- Why?
- He's terrified.

- It's goin' around.
- Fred, go through
the lab records.

See if Wolfram and Hart
deals in viruses.

Lorne, you're on the courtroom.
Monitor the case.
Let us know how it's going.

But lunch with Mary-Kate.

She was gonna tell me about
Ashley's new piercing.

I paged Gunn three times.
Still nothing.

Why isn't he here?
Why is she?

- Long story.
- Maybe not.

And I got
Spanky's address.
Spanky?

Freelance mystic. Showed up
in Fries's files a few times.

I'm gonna do some legwork.

- Can you get there by sewer?
- Not this time.

Oh, God,
they're so beautiful.

Sir.

Hauser, right?

We got word there's a floater
you wanted brought in.

How exactly
did you get that word?

That's my job, sir.
You want us to bring him in?

- I'll take care of it.
- Traditionally, my unit handles
all of the wet work.

I know you meant fieldwork.

Of course.

I'll take care of it.

Later on you can tell me
all about tradition.

So what do you want?
I'm here from Wolfram and Hart.
I'm here about a job.

Well, then,
get your butt in here.

Pardon the sweaty.
I was workin' out.
Uh, you want a drink?

Got a pitcher of daiquiris.
I'm good, thanks.

So am I.

And I'm about to be better.

Hmm.

So tell me,
why do they call you Spanky?

I'm a big Our Gang fan.

That's what I figured.

Look, buddy, I'm gonna be
up front with you.

I got nothin' against
people doin' their thing.

It's a wide
and wonderful world, but...

I don't spank men.

It's not a judgment.
Men have fine, firm asses.

You been to the Web site,
you know how much
I work on mine.

But when you said
Wolfram and Hart,

I assumed you were here
about a mystical job.

I am.

The one you did
for Corbin Fries.
Yeah?

Okay, I don't discuss
my old jobs.

- Mystic-client privilege.
- You're gonna tell me
what you did for Mr. Fries...

now or very soon from now.

I built him a container--
a mystical vessel.

You can put anything
you want in it.

- Like a bomb.
- A bomb, a curse,
a golden retriever.

Anything. I don't know
what he wanted it for.

The vessel just holds it
until the magic word
dissolves the vessel.

Okay, then, where'd you
place the vessel?

You know what I'm doing now?

I'm applying pressure
to your windpipe.

You'll pass out.

And then I'll let
Mr. Fries decide if
he wants you to wake up again.

Do you know what
I'm doin' now?

Not using my windpipe.

Vampire.

Capital "V."

And there's somethin' else
you should know about me.

I have no problem
spanking men.

"Charles Gunn"?

Hold on a sec.
This is deep stuff.

Looks like Demi might be
breaking up with Emilio.

I'm afraid the magazines
are a little out of date.

Then you shouldn't
keep people waitin'
for five hours.

Not nervous, are we?

No. Definitely
past nervous here.

So, I understand
you were in the White Room.

Spoke with
the Conduit himself.

That's between me
and the big cat.

We gonna do this thing?

By all means.
Please remove your shirt.

Oh, okay, this could be bad.
Bad what?
How, where?

We did do some work with Fries
on illegal pesticides,
rodent killers.

But this guy, Lopez--

The lab technician?
Yeah, I don't know him.

Oh, okay, he was fired.
Oh, no, I'm sorry.

- He was set on fire.
- That's interesting.

For working with Fries?
Maybe under the table.

There's a link to his name.
A cult.

The "Black Tomorrow."
Oh, thrills.

I think you were right, boss.

These guys specialized in
quick-fire disease scenarios--

sarin gases and viruses.

Which you all built.

Hey, no.

We've contained more plagues
than we've ever designed.

We're not all about
destruction here.

We have to find out
what he had access--

Department of-- Fred.

Angel. Yeah, it looks like
our client...

might be playing with a virus,

spread by touch
or maybe even airborne.

That's the bomb.
Safe guess.

So, did you find out
where he put it?

Angel?
Yeah.

I found out where he put it.

Matthew Fries,

do you want to spend
the rest of this class
in the corner?

Uh-uh-uh.
Slowly, slowly.

You want to stop?
We finished?

Not quite yet.
Then shut up and do it.

You got anything, Fred?

I'm not sure. We've isolated
a few strains which Fries
may have had access to.

Any antidote?
Nothing.

The antidote probably
died with the tech guy
that made the virus.

Fries must be immune.
There has to be--

And we're not even sure
which strain it is.

I'm trying, Wesley.

I'm not doing much better.

I can't disable the trigger
if I don't know the magic word.

Short of killing Fries--
And that could
trigger it too.

I know.

Back to our respective
grindstones, I guess.

He gonna be all right?

He does seem to be
taking it very personally.

Probably this place.

Gets to you.

Rough day at work?

His son.

He took a lethal virus,
and he stuck it inside his son.

Hits you where you live,
doesn't it?

Of course I know.

You lost your son.

Well, gave him up.

To save him.
Which you did.

He's happy
and well-adjusted now that
he has no memory of you.

And the rest of the world,
including your best friends,
never even heard of Connor.

That's not a name I want
passing through your lips.

And what would you like
passing through my lips?

News flash.
You're not cute
when I'm angry.

I'm just curious
how you're gonna play it.

Well, I'll isolate the boy,

if it comes to that.

Stop it from spreading.

Here's the news
from this sector.

If every case
hits you this hard,
you're not gonna last a week.

I don't want you
coming into my office again
unless I ask for you.

I don't want to hear another
word right now unless you
decide to start helpin' out.

How do you know I'm not?

I've increased
the solution to 30%.

Diagnostics are negative.

Yeah, I'd say we're
lookin' at a retrovirus,

spread by touch,
some derivation
of the phonaya strain.

Are you sure?

Couple more tests.
Are you running them?

I'll get someone on it.
Don't get someone on it.
Havesomeone on it.

Did we build this thing?
Do we have an antidote?

Do-- Do we have
an antidote department?

Do you do anything besides
pretending you're running
an evil Radio Shack?

Y'all are tired. I know.

I just want you
to understand...

that in a few hours a virus
is gonna start spreading
in the city...

that'll kill
every person in it.

And when blood starts streaming
out of our noses, eye sockets
and fingernails,

I'll have the intense
satisfaction of knowing...

that I'm dying with
the only people in the world
that actually deserve it!

Now, focus, people.
Work the damn problem!

You're the boss.

Your Honor, the defense
objects to this entire
line of questioning.

Yes, of course
the defense objects.
The defense always objects.

I'm curious, Mr. Keel,
is it just the sound of
people talking that offends you?

We still feel that this
line of questioning--

Angeltoes, Lorne.

Listen, I'm gonna go ahead
and recommend we get that boy
into isolation pronto.

How long do we have?

The defense is drawing it out,
but the judge is making merry
sport of him,

and-- well, now the jury
is lookin' at Fries
like he's O.J...

without the commanding performance
in Towering Inferno.

- Think he's gonna say the word?
- Before they even
deliver the verdict.

He's dead meat,
and he knows it.

I think Fries Jr.
is about to become
Patient Zero.

All right. Thanks.
Uh, I'll get to the school.
Stay in there.

Okay.
Let's show the new boss
how a threat is contained.

Terminate the kid?
This is a level one
possible contagion.

We take out the kid, the class--
anyone within 50 yards.

A clean sweep, people.
No survivors, no witnesses.

Fred's got the lab techs
on track for an antidote,
but it could be days.

Same with removing
the mystical container,
I'm afraid.

If we could get them to
suspend the trial--
Not gonna happen.

I gotta get to the school.
Uh, boss--

It can wait.
Maybe not.

Go to the courthouse,
Plan C. I'll let you know
when I've isolated the boy.

- The special ops team
already left for the school.
- What?

They left,
and they called for
the cleaners to meet there.

I have it from some of
the girls, cleaners means
a big job-- lots of bodies.

- How long ago?
- Ten minutes.

You'll never beat them
on the street.
I gotta try.

- Um, boss.

Your Honor, if I may,
the defense is now bordering
on the absurd.

How's it going?
- They've repeatedly tried to...

obfuscate the facts
of this case, calling
witness after witness--

Never mind.
Yeah. So what's the plan?

You've got a plan.
...more than patient while
the defense manufactures...

stalling tactic
after stalling tactic.

- And here I thought
we were desperate.
- I think we've all had enough.

Go! Go!

So it turns out,
with this new deal and all,

I own a helicopter.

- Where's the boy?
- You just missed everybody.

Oh. I probably
don't wanna be
breathing that.

Kid's still a threat,
which means you have him
isolated, probably nearby.

I can see why
they made you the leader.

- Do I even have to start
with how fired you all are?

That's not how it works.

Oh, right. Tradition.

- Why don't you show me
how that's done?
- Thank you, sir.

Take him out.

If there are no more objections,
I'll hear final summations.

Your Honor, the defense requests
one more minute to confer.

Another defense lawyer.
What a joy.

Uh, Your Honor, at this point
I'd like to cede the floor
to my colleague, Charles Gunn.

- So noted.
- Thank you.

Your Honor, the defense
moves for a mistrial.

You are, of course, joking.

Your Honor,
that's the second
prejudicial remark...

you've made
against the defense
since I entered the room.

What are your grounds
for requesting a mistrial?

You are, Your Honor.

I'm asking that you
recuse yourself
from this trial.

The thin ice you are on
is over very deep water.

"No judge shall be appointed
to try any case...

concerning a business colleague
or employee."

Permission to approach
the bench.

These are?

What are you doing
with my tax records?

The highlighted portions
indicate stock in
Oriental Bay Exports,

which is owned
by Loros, Incorporated,

which in turn is owned by
a consortium that includes...

the defendant,
Corbin Fries.

I have brokers who do my--

You submit that
I could possibly have known
about this connection?

I found out,
and I've been
on the case six hours.

The ice is melting, counselor.

The defense submits
it has learned how to swim.

I withdraw that statement
with apologies.

McCracken v.
the State of Maine,1954.

"Any financial dealing shall be
deemed the responsibility
of the interested party...

"regardless of number
or function of employees...

unless said party
has been judged
mentally incapable."

Permission to approach.

And furthermore,
the strain on my client's
several businesses...

has forced Oriental Bay Exports
to shrink its holdings of late.

If Mr. Fries is convicted,
the interest Your Honor
has in it...

would represent
a controlling interest.

I would prefer not to present
the rest of our findings
in front of the jury.

I'll see counsel
in my chambers-- right now.

You know that won't kill me.

It'll hurt.
That part's fun.

Agent Hauser,
I'm honestly beginning
to suspect...

that you're not
part of the solution.

You really think
you can solve the problem?

Come into Wolfram and Hart
and make everything right?

Turn night into glorious day?
You pathetic little fairy.

I'm not little.

That's exactly what you are.

You're minuscule.

A dust mote on the shelf
of that great institution.

You think I'm just
a trigger-happy jerk
who follows orders,

but I am something
you will never be.

I'm pure.

I believe in evil.

You and your friends,
you're conflicted.
You're confused.

We're not.

That is why you're gonna lose.

Because we possess
the most powerful thing
in the world.

Conviction.

There is one thing
more powerful
than conviction.

Just one.

Mercy.

What happened to mercy?

You just saw the last of it.

It's very simple, really.
Thank you.

Charles agreed to let us enhance
his mind with a comprehensive
knowledge of the law.

Without asking us?
Mother, may I?

- Without telling us?
- 'Cause I knew you guys would
freak. It's me here.

They didn't evil me up.
All I got stuck in my head
was the law.

And for some reason
a mess-load of
Gilbert and Sullivan.

- Standard. Great for elocution.
- How can you possibly know
they didn't do anything else?

'Cause I saw the man
in the White Room.

He does a lot of scary things,
but lying ain't one of 'em.

You needed a lawyer
to get by here.

Charles had
the most unused potential.

His degrees are all forged,
but he's the real deal.

You want me to sing for Lorne?
I can give him a little
Pirates of Penzance.

All of it, actually.

I would also point out that
he did just save the day...

without ever
resorting to violence.

How'd you do?

I think you guys
are gonna make it work.
Yay, team.

I'll see you around.

Of course, saving the day
meant getting the scumbag,

who was ready to
sacrifice his own son,
off on a technicality,

and then returning said son
to said scumbag.

Fred and I have enough time
to disable the charm now.

He won't be in danger.

Fries is gonna have to dial down
the criminal activities till
this thing comes to trial again,

which I can
draw out for months.

Is this gonna be
our lives now?

Fighting our own employees,
our own clients?

Are we really gonna
do any good?

Yes, we are.

We're gonna change things.

We came to Wolfram and Hart
because it's a powerful weapon,

and we'll figure out
how to wield it.

- Or kill ourselves with it.
- Yay, team.

Sooner or later
they'll tip their hand,

and we'll find out
why they really brought us here.

Meanwhile,
we do the work our way,

one thing at a time,
and deal...

with whatever
comes next.

Spike.

Spike.

Blondie Bear?

Grr! Arrgh!