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It comes down to trust.

Ours is a dangerous business.

Friends, enemies.

These lines--
they do not exist
for men like us.

There's no
Better Business Bureau
for what we do.

Customer complaints
are dealt with through...

killing, torture, beating,

sometimes fire.

We call it
word-of-mouth advertising.

If I'd known this was
going to be a seminar,
I'd have worn my name tag.

Just want to make sure
we know where we stand.

Right now you're standing
on the brink of my patience.

I agreed to meet
with your distributor,
Emil, not your muscle.

What?
Dante and Philip?

They're assistants,

here to make us
more comfortable.

Don't think of them
as muscle.

Are you hungry?

I could get Dante to fix you
a fish sandwich of some sort.

- This is a waste of time.
- Please. Please.

My distributor
is simply cautious.

He'd like me
to verify the merchandise
before we move forward.

Now... who is this?

My muscle.

What we've got here
is a modification of
the TS-113 sniper rifle.

We've altered its targeting
and firing mechanisms to fit
the parameters you gave us.

The scope works along
amplified thermal wavelengths.

Girl... you're making me
so hot right now.

Wow.

Turned on by a woman
holding an enormous gun.
What a surprise.

We replaced the delivery system
with a balantine energy charge,

eliminating the need
for conventional ammunition.

Wolfram and Hart has
200 units ready now.

We'll begin making more
once we receive payment.

And your boss doesn't mind
selling this exciting weaponry
to someone like me?

As long as it doesn't
show up in L.A.

We choose our battles, Emil,
and you sidestepped
the issue of payment.

You'll get your money.

You'll get nothing
until I meet with
your distributor.

I'm not going
through middlemen.
Ah!

Did you just refer to me
as a middleman?

You are lucky
Wolfram and Hart has such good
word-of-mouth advertising.

Here. Call this number.

He'll arrange everything.

To think,
I used to sell this guy
collapsible swords.

- Almost makes me--

You'll pay for that!

No one double-crosses me!

What hit that guy?
I'm not sure.

Down!

Yes, thank you, Wesley.
I'd love a gun.

I don't-don't want any--

Fred!

Fred?

She could've been killed.

Medical's optimistic.
She should be up and about soon.
That's not the point.

What the hell
was Fred doing there
in the first place?

I needed someone
who could explain the weapon convincingly.

Nobody else here knows
how to explain a gun?

I needed someone who wouldn't
arouse Emil's suspicions,
someone I could trust.

And so, conveniently,
the only person who could go
with you... was Fred.

- What does that--
- She shouldn't have been there.
It was a reckless decision.

Fred has more than
proven herself in the field.
There was no reason to think--

We found her
bleeding to death
on the ground.

From now on,
you clear it with me
before using any of my people.

- Your people?
- Got it?

- Kind of hard on him,
weren't you?
- Well, she could've--

Been killed.
So you said.

You're making
too big a deal about this.

From what I understand,
her wound wasn't all
that severe.

You weren't there.
You didn't see her.
But she's okay.

You're still
beating him up.
He can be careless.

Focuses too much
on the big picture?

Overlooks the people
involved?
Something like that.

Willing to risk anything
or anyone...

for the greater good.

But, hey,
I'm just asking.

Could it be there is
another reason...

you're getting so mad
at him about this?

Hmm.

Stealing your son,
for instance?

We don't talk about my son.

You don't trust Wesley,
do you?

I mean, I can see that.
He did turn Connor over
to your sworn enemy.

He didn't mean for that
to happen. He thought he was
doing the right thing.

And I guess
it all worked out.
Connor's okay.

You're happy.
Maybe Wesley knew what he
was doing after all.

Even if he doesn't
remember any of it.

That's got nothing
to do with--

I just want to
be kept informed.
That's all.

Is it?

Or are you worried about the
next time Wesley betrays you,
trying to do the right thing?

They gave me the all clear.
I was just coming down
to find you.

Though I do have to take
a boatload of antibiotics.

Apparently there's
some concern about where
that grappling hook's been.

We're taking the cyborg
apart in the lab right now.

You should see
how intricate it is.

It's like an M.C. Escher
picture, but with wires
and flesh instead of geese.

I'm sorry about
what happened, Fred.

Are you kidding me?

I feel bad because all I had
to do was hide, and I couldn't
even do that right.

I should have done
a better job protecting you.
What?

That didn't come out--

Do you realize
how patronizing that sounds?
Protecting me?

I just meant you
shouldn't have been there
in the first place.

- That's not for you to decide.
- Yes, it is, actually.

I made the call.
I screwed up.

Listen to you.
You're blaming yourself
because poor Fred got hurt.

Stop trying to be all valiant.
You're coming off
like a self-pitying child.

Hello, Father.
Oh, yeah. That's mature.

I wish I was your father.
I'd tell you to grow up.

It doesn't work.
I've tried.

What are you doing here?

You're Wesley's--
I see manners are still
my son's strong point.

Roger Wyndam-Pryce.
How do you do?

Winifred Burkle.
I-I didn't realize
you were--

Um, we were just--

I, um, have an employee
that I have to belittle...

and to show him
I'm in charge.

I-- I should let
you two catch up.

It was really nice
to meet you.

I'm sure I'll
see you again soon.
The pleasure is mine.

"Self-pitying child"?

Imagine how humiliating
that will be for her employee.

What are you--
Is Mom all right?

She's fine.

Sturdy as ever.

No, you and I
have business to discuss.

Business.

Oh. Of course. Please.

Sit down.

As you may well know,

the Watchers Council
was destroyed last year.

I heard.

The remaining
former Watchers,
myself included,

have decided
to re-form the Council,

and I've been sent
to contact you.

Are you saying the Council
wants me to come back?

Not necessarily.

Your name's proven to be
a point of contention.

There are some who believe
that your tenure as Watcher...

ranks as our most
embarrassing failure.

Really?

I beat out everybody dying
in an explosion...

as most embarrassing failure.

Friends and colleagues
lost their lives
in that event, Wesley.

A little respect.

Sorry.

The Council have agreed
to take you back,
pending my assessment.

I'm here
to evaluate you.

I see.

Well, I'll save you the trouble.
I'm not interested.

This is no time
to be stubborn, boy.

The Council
are giving you a chance
to clear your name.

Our name.

Sorry you made the trip,
but I'm perfectly happy
where I am.

Wolfram and Hart?

So this is the haven
of evil, is it?

Not anymore.
This isn't the Wolfram and--

Oh!
Sorry.

It's okay.
It's no problem.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

You have the wrong idea
about this place.
Do I?

The atrocities committed
by Wolfram and Hart
are quite well documented.

We're working
to change that.

Under our control,
this firm's becoming
a... powerful weapon,

one that I think
can make a difference.

Believe me,
we take our work here
very seriously.

Oh, you're killin' me!

If Louis Gossett Jr. wants
this foam party to happen,
he'll keep his mouth zipped.

I've been working
on this guest list
all week.

Yes, my entire week!

I don't care about
Iron Eagle II,Van.
Nobody did.

No, don't tell him that.

Wesley Wyndam-Pryce,
you should be ashamed.

I didn't know you had
a younger brother.
Lorne. Yes.

This is my father,
Roger Wyndam-Pryce.

How do you do?
Father?

Oh, I don't believe it.

Okay, I do believe it,
but only 'cause I heard you
were in the building.

Well, look at you.

It's like Winston Churchill
and a young Richard Harris...

had a beautiful
love child,

which, according to my sources,
may not be as ridiculous
as it sounds.

Lorne runs our
entertainment division.
Entertainment division?

I can see how that
would be very useful
in the fight against evil.

You'd be amazed at
how many horrible movies
we've stopped.

Gunn,
this is my father.
It's an honor.

This place
is buzzing about you.
You better watch out.

If you're anything
like your son here,
we might put you to work.

You might be out of luck.
Listen, the lab
called for you.

They're working
on RoboCop upstairs,
need your help.

RoboCop?
We had an encounter
with a cyborg last night...

while we were infiltrating
a weapons ring.

I should head up there.

Would you like
to come along?
Yes.

If I'm not in the way.
No. Not at all.

We found cybernetics
throughout the body,

in most cases
replacing entire
organic systems.

Was it human?
We think so.

The nervous system
seems human at least,

but the rest of the technology's
so foreign to us, we can't be
sure of anything right now.

This thing
really blurs the line
between human and robot.

Aha. So you're not ruling out
that a human being could have
boffed a robot.

Sex with robots
is more common
than most people think.

Um,

the cybernetics require
central processing
to function,

which means if we can
crack its memory,

we may find a record
of everything it's done
until this point.

And maybe figure out
who or what it wanted.

-
- Hey! Did you--

Sorry.

Um, so far
we haven't had much luck
decoding the encryption.

Seems to be
a binary-based system,
so we'll get there eventually.

We just have to find
the right transformed variable.

- Okay, I need you on this
till we get some answers.
- You've got it.

Let us know if you need
more resources.

Everyone, I'd like you
to meet my father,
Roger Wyndam-Pryce.

- Hello.
- Daddy, eh?

I always thought Wesley
was grown in some sort of
greenhouse for dandies.

- Spike.
- You've heard of me?

No. We've met.

1963, my colleagues and I...

fell upon you slaughtering
an orphanage in Vienna.

Killed two of my men
before you escaped.

Oh.

How've you been?

I didn't know your father
was coming to visit, Wesley.
I'm Angel.

Pleasure to meet you.
You really expect me
to shake that?

I'm not real comfortable
with hugging.

No.

I-I realize this may be
somewhat of a horror show
to you,

but, uh, I hope you can
keep an open mind.

- We really are doing
good work here.
- So I'm told.

Incessantly, in fact.

I heard we can be
of some use.

Of course. We were just
going over the autopsy.

- Fred, keep me posted.
- Sure.

We found a series
of symbols we haven't
been able to decipher.

Yes. Interesting.

We're reading trace radiation
signatures, so we've been
hesitant to crack it open.

It could be a bomb, some sort
of self-destruct device.

Let me help you with that.

Here.
You shouldn't.
Thanks.

Anyway,
we were wanting you
to decipher it...

before we went digging
around in there.

Wesley handles this stuff for us
all the time. He's a genius
when it comes to languages.

Oh, the academy didn't
make him head boy
for nothing.

Mind you, as I recall,
the pickings were
a bit slim that year.

The patent indicates
a Hellenic derivation.

I'd say early Moracian,
in fact.

It's a directive
of some sort,

a battle prayer.

Or a binding spell.

The full text is obscured.

I'll need to prepare some sort
of effective counter-spe--

What did you just do?

Unless I'm very much mistaken,
I've just activated the bomb.

Do you see
a trip mechanism?

You mean the one I just tripped?
Get everyone out of here.

We have to evacuate
the entire building.

Come on.
Everybody out of here right now. Wait.

What the hell
am I worried about?

Look for an incident device.
A switch or a circuit breaker
of some sort.

There's nothing. Fred!
You have to get out of here.

Get away from this building
as far as possible.

We have no idea how powerful
the blast can be.
What about you?

I'll stay with the bomb,
try to defuse it.
It could be our only--

What did you do?

These symbols were, in fact,
Dutrovic in origin,

not Moracian,
as you surmised.

When interpreted correctly,
these symbols spell out
the proper procedure...

for handling
the cyborg's power core,
including this fail-safe,

in case someone trips
the self-destruct device.

Quite simple, really.

- What happened?
- I can explain.

Apparently,
when Percy here
was younger,

he used to be known
as "head boy."

- Yeah, I already knew that.
- Right.

I have nothing else
to report.

I accidentally tripped
the cyborg's self-destruct
mechanism.

Anyone could have
made the mistake.

Wesley was just trying
to interpret some symbols
for us.

Luckily, my father was there
to correct my error.

Right. Your father.
Where is he, anyway?

Um, Lorne's keeping him entertained.

So I am covered
in cherries.

The police are just pounding
on the door, and Judi Dench
starts screaming,

"Oh, that's way too much
to pay for a pair of pants!"

Come to think of it,
that's probably not
the best idea.

- I'll go rescue him.
- I'm finished here too.

If you want,
I can have someone type up
the report about head boy.

- Get out.
- Suit yourself.

It was a stupid mistake.

Yeah, well,
your father's visit
just rattled you.

I find it hard
to think straight
when he's around.

Fathers and sons.
That can be torture sometimes.

Look, you should see this.
It came from your department.

Reports of assassins
that sound a lot
like our cyborg.

Well, a group of them
took out a demon cabal
in Jakarta.

Another group destroyed
the Tanmar Death Chamber.

Sounds like they're
doing our work for us.

- These are good guys?
- I don't know.

I should reference this
with the markings we found,
find clues as to their origin.

Well, get on it.
If these guys are
on our side,

somebody should tell 'em
before they start trying
to kill us again.

He was how old?

Oh, six or seven.
He must have taken the scroll
from my library.

Wesley, I was just
telling Winifred...

about the time
that I caught you
with the resurrection spell.

Oh, right.
I couldn't remember.

Why were you doing that?

A bird had flown
into my windowpane.

I think I was trying
to bring it back to life.

I can't believe you could
even read a resurrection spell
at age seven.

Oh, his mother thought
he was quite the prodigy.

Well, luckily I caught him,
or we'd have had zombie birds...

pecking out
his little eyeballs.

I was hoping to
enlist your expertise
in some research.

Oh, no. You're not gonna
try and blow me up again,
are you?

- Probably not.
- Well, then my expertise
is yours.

Would you excuse us?

This way.

Thank you.

The Dutrovic markings
suggest an eastern origin.

There might be something
in the journals of Saitama.

That, um... Winifred.

She seemed
to like you.

Yes, well, she's
a very special person.

So... you, uh,
think a lot of her?

She know how you feel
about her?

I'm really not going
to discuss this with you.
What?

Oh. You have
a girlfriend already.

Well, Wesley,
how am I supposed to
know these things?

For starters,
you might have asked.
Well, I'm asking now.

And what a surprise.
You're being defensive.

You want to talk about me?
All right.

The last girl I was with
I had to chop into
little tiny pieces...

because a higher power
saw fit to stab her
in the neck.

You don't want to
discuss it. Fine.

But spare me the sarcasm.
It's too embarrassing.

I have work to do, Father.

Look,
all I'm saying is,

if you like this girl,
tell her.

That's all.
No need for a tantrum.

The Saitama Codex.

What did you just do?

These are source books,
uh, templates.

Uh, I use them...

to call forth material
in our archive.

So you can simply call forth
anything as powerful
as The Saitama Codex?

The archive
is extensive.

We have, well,
almost any text
you can think of.

Do you realize
how dangerous
these books are?

In the wrong hands,
of course.
Yes. Yes, of course.

So you have them displayed,

open, on a table?

The most powerful items
in my department...

I keep secure in a vault.

I know what I'm doing, Father.

Well, I hope your vault
is a little safer
than this room.

Do you even have a lock
on that door over there?

Gaining access
to this building
isn't easy.

Believe me, the books
are safe where they are.

Not to sound
self-absorbed, but...

you can't seem to keep
your eyes off me.

Now, why would that make you
sound self-absorbed?

Don't think I haven't noticed.
You've been very keen on what
I've been doing lately.

How's it going,
by the way?

You able to affect
the world yet?

Does that scare you?

You worried that old Spike
might be busting loose
of your shackles?

What are you
talking about?

Save the innocent act.

Your here-to-help
cheerleader routine
may work on Angel,

but I see
right through it.

There's more to you
than you're letting on.

I could say the same
for you,

unless you really are happy
to haunt around here
for eternity.

Well, that's the problem,
isn't it?

I figure I'm trapped here
for a reason,

and you're part
of that reason.

The amulet that did this,
Wolfram and Hart
gave it to Angel.

Gotta assume they meant
to make him a ghost, not me.

So why am I here?

Why don't they
let me go?

Who said the amulet
was meant for Angel?

That's odd.

I know what this is.
You'll never take me
to hell, Pavayne!

Oh.

Well, that's just
something I say...

when, uh,
it gets dark.

What's happening?

We lost power, communications.

Can somebody please
shut off the--

That's better.
Not sure it is.

Think that means
we lost Security too.

Uh, something's wrong
with the elevator.

Get Security online.
I need to know if this
is a false alarm.

I'm thinkin' it's not
a false alarm.

- Does this sort of thing
happen often around here?
- We should--

Down!

Father!

What do you think you're doing?
I had attack priority.

We're not fencing.
We still follow
the basic rules.

There could be more
of them in the building.
We should get moving.

That thing went straight
for the templates when he
burst into the room.

You can't leave them
like that.
Grab the books.

Elysium.

In my days, we fought
werewolves, vampires,

the occasional
swamp man.

And now we have
protohuman, cybernetic
chain fighters.

Yes, well, times
are more complicated.

Yeah, I'm beginning
to realize that.

You handled that fellow
quite readily.

At least you haven't
gone soft.

What's our next move?

You're asking what I think?

Now, don't look
so shocked, boy.

Well, I think we should
contact the others, um,

find out to what extent--

Phase one complete.

Begin phase two.

In that office right here.

Mr. Wyndam-Pryce!

Winifred.
What are you-- We need
to get you to safety.

Now, listen.
Wesley's department
has monitored...

some sort
of spatial disturbance
on the roof.

He's gone to investigate.
He asked me to tell Angel immediately.

He sent you by yourself?
I'm quite capable
of taking care of myself.

I just happen to be
a bit lost.

Oh. Okay. Come on.

Good. You can feel pain.

- Can you speak?

Let me help you with that.

Stop. Stop. Excellent.

We're making progress.

Let's see if you have
a sense of self-preservation.

What is my father doing?
What did he take?

No. No.

Tell me
or you'll be destroyed.

You're bluffing.
The explosion will
kill you as well.

Yes, I suppose it will.

In fact, I'm guessing
it will destroy
this entire building,

killing everyone,
my father included,

which would be one way
to stop your plan.

Gunn!

Spike, what are you--

- Sorry.
I have to concentrate.
- Go--

Shh. Don't talk.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Angel!
Wesley's on the roof.
He needs your help.

Gunn, go find out
what's happening with Security.
Fred, go see who's injured.

I'll go find Wes.
I'm coming with you.

I don't have time--
He's my son.

Oh, Eve's stuck
in the elevator.

So tell Maintenance. Right.

Well, where the bloody hell
is Maintena--

Oh, to be honest,
I don't even care.

Wesley!

Wes!

Where's Wesley?
Oh, that's just the thing.

I'm sorry to have misled you,
but this was never about Wesley.

Atistrata.

It is, by the way,
a pleasure to meet you too.

Don't fight it.
It'll be easier for you.

Ready for extraction.
We're finished.

Not quite.
Hello, Father.

Walk away from this, Wesley.

You'll never understand what
we're trying to do here.

You're using
the Staff of Devosynn
to take Angel's will,

make him your slave.

Your cyborgs panic
a bit too easily.

That creature's
more dangerous to mankind
than you realize.

- You're wrong about him.
He's not what you think.
- He's a puppet.

He always has been.

To the Powers That Be,
to Wolfram and Hart.

Now he's ours.

You went to a lot of trouble
to get this staff.

You had us attacked,
you smuggled in a weapon.

You brought in an army
so you could escape.

I don't know why
you're doing all this,

but did you ever once consider
there might be another way?

Did you ever once consider
talking to me about it?

No. You've failed me enough
for one lifetime.

Wesley!

Fred? Get out of here!

What the hell
is going on?

You know what that vampire is
and what he's done,
and you follow him anyway?

Maybe I know what I'm doing.
Why can't you trust that?

You disgrace yourself
with the Council.

You join forces with him,
and you have the nerve to ask me
why I can't trust you?

I've done everything
you ever asked,

and I've done it well.

I asked for this, hmm?
I wanted to be humiliated?

No, I suppose I don't know
what you really wanted.

You never had any use for me
as a child, and you can't bear
the thought of me as an adult.

Tell me, Father.
What is it that galls you so?

That I was never as good
at the job as you?

Or that I just
might be better?

Oh, yes,
this is Los Angeles.

We have to talk
about our feelings.
Then maybe we'll hug.

It's doubtful.

Hand me that staff. No.

- Now, don't make me shoot you.

Go ahead.

- Do you know how powerful
that thing is?
- I don't care.

I will kill you for it.
Please believe me.

Oh, I believe you.
I was raised by you,
after all.

But I drop this,
the crystal shatters,
and Angel is restored.

So I reckon,
whether I live or die,
your plan has failed.

I see.
Well, then maybe if it's
someone you care about--

How are you doing?

You know the worst part
about losing your free will?

Having no control
over your body?
Well, there's that.

And... you get
really nauseous.

The effects should wear off
before too long.

Any idea where
these things came from...

and what they were trying
to do with me?

Great, like we don't have
enough to worry about.

Now the good guys
may be after us too.

We have to assume we crossed
some powerful forces when we
took over this company.

They're all trying to
bring us down. The perception
is that we're weak.

No. The perception is
I'm weak.

That's why
they went for me.

They're wrong.

You do what you have to do
to protect the people
around you.

You do what you know is right,
regardless of the cost.

I never really
understood that.

You're the guy that makes
all the hard decisions, even if
you have to make them alone.

Right now I feel like the guy
who shot his own father.

Ah, it was just a robot
with a fancy glamour.

That thing knew
everything about me.

If they had access
to the Watchers Council's
old files,

they'd have your
background information,
character assessments--

Psychological profiles.
Everything they need.

Like I said,
don't beat yourself up.

You know, I killed
my actual dad.

That's one of
the first things I did
when I became a vampire.

I hardly see how that's
the same situation.

Yeah, I didn't really
think that one through.

You should get
some rest.
So should you.

Heard what happened
up top.

Offin' your dad and all.

I don't know if you know this,
but, uh, I killed my mum.

Actually, I'd already
killed her, then she tried
to shag me, so I had to--

Thank you.

I'm... very comforted.

Right.

If you're here to tell me about
how you killed your parents,

perhaps you could wait
for another time.

What?

No. They're fine.

It's not like you killed
your dad either.

Right.

Part of you knew.

Even if you can't
admit it to yourself,

part of you knew
it wasn't him.

No.

I was sure it was him.

You were there.

I killed my father.

He was threatening
your friends.
He was threatening you.

He pointed a gun
at you, Fred,

so I shot him.

Wesley, I--

Oh, sorry to interrupt.

I--

But... Fred,

you're injured.

I know we're supposed to
work ourselves to death
and all, but...

I'm guessing that the firm
isn't enforcing that rule
as strictly as it used to.

And I thought I was going
to take you home.

Um, well--

Wesley and I were just--
Go.

You should go.

So the arm--
Have you considered
going bionic?

Hello, Mom. It's me.

No, everything's fine.

I was hoping to speak
with Father, actually.

Yes. All right.

Hello, Father. How--

Oh, I didn't realize
it was so early there.

I've had a bit of a--

Of course we have clocks
in Los Angeles.

Listen, I wanted to--

Nothing's wrong.

I just...
wanted to call...

and... see how you were.

Grr! Arrgh!