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I don't see why it
has to be this way.

There are plenty
of good schools
in the area.

I know.
And I have a nice room
and I could meet a nice boy.

And we could get married
and live in my nice room.

He'd have to be smallish.
And have sweet little babies
that can sleep in the drawer.

I do not see a downside
to this plan.

Daddy, I love you like pancakes,
but I'm getting the hell
out of here.

- Language.
- She should say it.

That's where she's going--
Hell-A.

It's Los Angeles.
The City of Angels, remember?

And if you meet
one angel there,
I'll eat the dogs.

Bunch of junkies
and spoiled movie actors.
That's who you're gonna meet.

In the graduate
physics program at UCLA?

- You don't know.
- Sweetie, why don't you check
the Chevy one more time.

Chevy's fine.
I slept in a drawer
till I was three.

Didn't stunt me none.

Oh, did you call Bethany?
Is it still okay?
Late as you like.

She says
they'll leave you a key
in case they turn in.

I know I'm forgetting something.

Well, you just call us up,
we'll drive it up to you,
move in. No problem.

Mom.
I'm just scaring you.

Don't worry.
I'll call you lots.

I know you will.

I can't make the trip
without Feigenbaum.

He doesn't quite
look up to it.

Hush.
He's the master of chaos.
He'll love L.A.

- All my junkie
movie actor friends.
- Don't you joke.

You're gonna promise me
you're gonna be careful.

I'm gonna study, Mom.

I'm gonna learn
every damn thing
they know up there,

and then figure out
some stuff they don't.

And I'll be careful.

I'll even be dull, boring.
Cross my heart.

I think we got the nest.
The others
are finishing a sweep.

Nasty little buggers.

Kinda cool physiologically.

They reproduce
by vomiting up crystals...

that attract and mutate
the microbes around them
to form eggs.

Are you trying
to turn me on?

It is kind of romantic.

A roaring fire.
A snug little nest.

Fuss, fuss. The thing
was about to strike.

It was on your back.
What was I supposed to do?
Ask me to turn around.

Heat of battle.
Wasn't time.
You just like stabbing me.

I-I'm shocked!
Shocked that you'd say that.

I much prefer hitting you
with blunt instruments.

You know, we only
asked you along because
we felt sorry for you.

If it weren't for me,
you'd be bug food,
so stop whinging.

- Angel?
- I'll be all right, Fred.

No, I just want the bug.

It's in pretty good shape,
and I'd like to take it back
to the lab.

Always like a new specimen.

Whoa. Uh--

What's this?

- Delivery.
- Ancient Relics is
two floors down.

Invoice reads
Science Department.
Winifred Burkle.

Do you need me to sign?
Been signed.

Okay.

♪ We're three little maids
who all unwary ♪

♪ Come from a ladies'
seminary ♪

♪ Freed from its genius
tutelary ♪

♪ Three little maids from school
Three little maids ♪

♪ And you don't stop
with all the ladies
and the gangsta butt go-- ♪

- What's up?
- I should ask you.

- You seem unutterably cheery.
- I am.

I am. Look. I gotta
be straight with you,

'cause this is kinda
blowing my mind.

- Tell me.
- Fred and I are getting
back together.

She was so keyed up
from last night's fight,
she asked me over.

We ended up
talking for hours
like old times.

All of a sud-- I can't even
keep this up, 'cause your face
is gonna make me weep.

Wes, I am so messing
with you.

I-- Oh. No, I--

Come on.
Brother gets a dig in?
That's my right.

So, you know about--
It's on every BlackBerry
in the building.

No secrets
in the House of Pain.

And is that all right
with you-- Fred and me?

Last year, you wouldn't
have asked me that question.
The man becomes civilized.

It's cool.

Our thing's long done, and
I know how you feel about her.

Thank you.

And to add
the necessary boilerplate,

you ever hurt her, I'm gonna
kill you like a chicken.

Acceptable terms.

- On to the real fun.
- You seemed like
something was up,

before you made that tasteless
and horrible joke at my expense.

Lindsey McDonald.

- You know where he is?
- Settle for "was"?

He can hide
from the senior partners,
but not from the D.W.P.,

and not from
my many, many ears.
He was living here.

Under the name Doyle.
The way he was messing
with Spike and Angel,

could be he had
some other schemes
laid out.

Senior partners
took him out fast.

I don't even think
he had time to pack.
Worth checking.

Nice work.
You should tell Angel.
You can tell him.

- I ain't going in there.
- It's bollocks, Angel!

It's your brand of bollocks
from first to last.

You can't ever see
the big picture.
You can't see any picture.

I am talking
about something primal,
all right?

Savagery.
Brutal animal instinct.

And that wins out
every time with you.

You know, the human race
has evolved, Spike.

Oh, into a bunch
of namby-pamby,
self-analyzing wankers,

who could never
overcome aggressors--
We're bigger, smarter,

plus there's a thing called
teamwork, not to mention
the superstitious terror...

of your pure aggressors.
You just want it to be
the way you want it to be.

It's not about what I want.

Is this something
we should all be discussing?

No.

It just sounds
a little serious.

It was mostly theoretical.
We--

We were just
working out a--

Look. If cavemen
and astronauts
got into a fight,

who would win?

Huh.

You've been yelling
at each other
for 40 minutes about this.

- Do the astronauts
have weapons?
- No.

I couldn't find
any invoice on it.

I thought maybe
you went crazy on eBay.

No, no eBay.
After the commemorative
plate incident,

I'm living clean.

Did you run
a spectral analysis?

Yeah. Everything's
bouncing off it,
which doesn't thrill me.

Yeah, let's not be hasty
about opening it.
It's probably just a mummy.

Mummies can be
a lot more trouble
than you think.

And you're seeing
Wesley now.

Uh, oh. Okay.

Uh, that's not connected
to mummies in some way.

No. I just wanted
to get it out there.

Uh, and I'm totally
good with it.

I-- You know,
I know I've made,
uh, advances.

I-I'm sorry.

No. I didn't want to
make you uncomfortable.

I love working with you,
and that's plenty for me.

You're sweet.

Want me to get
our HazMats on this baby?

Yeah. And, uh, see about
where it came from.

What happened?

Oh, I don't know.
It opened, and there was air.

Are you okay?
Uh, I think so.
That was odd.

Harmony just pulled me out of
a very promising poker game...

down in Accounts Receivable,
so this better be good.

Oh, and by the way,
all the guys down there agree...

that astronauts
don't stand a chance
against cavemen,

so don't even start.

Look. I can't
do this anymore.

Admitting defeat,
are you?

You and me,
this isn't working out.

Are you saying
we should start
annoying other people?

I'm saying
you should go.

You really can't stand
the competition, can you?

That isn't the--

The way I figure it
is Lindsey brought
you back as a spirit...

bound to this place
so you'd become...
invested in it.

He only made you corporeal again
once you'd gotten used to it,
attached to it.

I'm not attached.
I just don't have
anywhere else to go.

What if you did?
Look. Wolfram and Hart...

has got offices
in every major city
in the world,

and a lot more out of it.

I'll give you the resources
you need to go anywhere--
cars, gadgets, expense accounts.

You fight
the good fight,
but in style.

And, if possible,
in Outer Mongolia.

A roving agent.

Sort of a 007
without the poncey tux.

- Go anywhere I want?
- Anywhere. Everywhere.

Hmm.
Anywhere but here.

But that doesn't
make any sense.

I just call it
like I see it.
But the cavemen have fire.

That's what they live with
in their caves.

The astronauts should at least
have some sort of weapon.

Hey there.

I was just on my way
to thinking of an excuse
to see you.

And how is that
working out?

Really great.
Where you coming from?

Oh, Medical. I breathed
some old mummy dust.

Had to make sure
I didn't discover
any new germs.

You all right.
They shooed me right off.
Mummy-free.

Good. I was hoping
to take you out tomorrow night.

And I don't feature you
wrapped in bandages.

Take me out where?
Can it be a secret?

Oh, sheesh.
Get a balcony, you two, huh?

You'll still find me
for lunch though, right?

I'll just look
where the sun shines.

♪ You are my sunshine
My only sunshine ♪

♪ You make me happy ♪

Get Medical.
Someone get Medical now!

It's my boys.

Haven't had this many
big strapping men
at my bedside...

since that night
with the varsity lacrosse team.

That was a joke.

Well, you sure gave us all
a big scare, Freddles.

Yeah, you just need to rest.
Lab's doing some blood work.

I'm a mummy, aren't I?
I've fought
plenty of mummies.

And none of them
were as pretty as you.
Almost none.

Now you all are being
too comforting.

What's really up?

You're sick,
and you're making it worse
by worrying.

We've got that sarcophagus
under the scope.

If it gave you anything,
we'll isolate it
in a few hours.

So, you don't know
what it is?

Yet.

- Okay.
- We're gonna work this.

Shouldn't take long.

Handsome man saves me.

That's how it works.

Let's get crackin'.

"Get crackin'."

He's such an old fogy.

I know you've gotta
go be book man.

Yes.

Just hit that light.
I'll be here in a heartbeat.

Assuming I still have one.

Hush.

Wes and Fred?
You didn't know?

I didn't know.

How's she handling it?
She's smarter than
all of us.

She knows it's bad.
How bad?
What do we know?

Whatever she's got,
it doesn't match with
the pathogens in our archives.

It's mystical,
and it's not ours.
What about the sarcophagus?

My team is cross-checking
the symbols, but it's also
new territory for us.

Angel, what exactly
is happening to her?
You talked to the doctor.

They have something?
Yeah, I, uh--

Some parasitic agent
is working its way through--

I mean, as near
as they can tell--

Get to the point.

Her organs are cooking.

In a day's time,
they'll liquefy.

No, not this girl.
Not this day.

Look, Wes.
You gotta tell me
what was in that box.

I need a name,
a history, anything.

We can't get it open.
Not even the lasers--
Where did it come from?

It just showed up.
No return address.

Didn't recognize the guy
who brought it in,

come to think of it,
the middle of the night.

- This was deliberate.
- Senior partners?

It doesn't add up,
but I'll hit the White Room,
talk to the conduit.

All right, look.
If the senior partners
didn't do this,

you gotta get them
to help us.
Any way I can.

What about Doyle?
Uh, Lindsey. The man
likes to play his games.

I was looking
to work the streets,
and we've got his address.

For all we know,
he's probably sitting there, laughing.

If there's muscle work
to do--
Let's make it twice as fast.

And baby makes three,
in case anybody
feels like singing.

- Good. Guys--
- You don't have to say it.

I'll say it anyway.

Winifred Burkle. Go.

I'm sorry to interrupt.
I just need to know if the
Holbein clan history was here.

It was supposed to
be faxed to my office.
It can wait.

These guys
are really important.
I just need--

I mean, the whole company
can't be working
Miss Burkle's case.

- Of course.

Jennifer, please send
anyone else who isn't working
Miss Burkle's case to me.

Hello?

Here, kitty, kitty?

Look. I know
there's someone in here,
and it ain't just me.

I'm not going anywhere till--

Well, what do you know?
It is just me.

You don't wanna
be here.

I never wanna be here.
What happened to the cat?

The physical form of the conduit
is determined by the viewer.

So, I'm looking at me
because what?

We're gonna play
a mirror game?
Get our mime on?

You are failing.
I'm not the issue here.

I believe
that you think that.

You can't let this
happen to Fred.

This is the part
where I need to be clear.

I am not your friend.
I am not your flunky.

I am your conduit
to the senior partners,

and they are tired
of your insolence.

Oh, yeah, they are not here
for your convenience.

I didn't come
for a favor.

- We can make a deal.
- Deals are for the devil.

Do you want someone else--
a life for hers--
you'll get it.

You can have mine.

I already do.

No sign of Lindsey.
Look for plans.

Well, I'll be damned
all over again.

Don't touch me!

Hiding out from
the senior partners, Eve?

How many sick days do you get
before they dock you?

- What do you want?
- Fred's dying.

Some mystical parasite.
Ring a bell?

No, I don't know
what you're talking about.

What about your boyfriend, love?
He got some
wacky scheme brewing?

- Sending coffins about?
- You two stay away from me.

Look, Eve.
This happens quickly
or very, very slowly.

Sarcophagus.
Older than anything
we know.

Lindsey and I had nothing
to do with that.
I'm not lying. I-I'm not.

Have you...
heard from him?
About him?

Oh, this is
truly poetical.

You're not saying
what we need to hear.

Why would we do
anything to Fred?
Why would we even care about--

Oh! Oh, I'm sorry.
That was a knuckle-buster.

I'm Jake LaMotta over here.
It's pathetic.

Oh, here's the thing, Eve.

You're going to sing for me,
and I'm going to read you
right now.

And here's one more thing.
Winifred Burkle once told me...

after a sinful amount
of Chinese food, and in lieu
of absolutely nothing,

"I think a lot of people
would choose to be green.

Your shade,
if they had the choice."

If I hear one note,
one quarter note...

that tells me
you had any involvement,

these two won't even
have time to kill you.

Oh, and anything
by Diane Warren will also
result in your death.

Well, except
"Rhythm of the Night."

I wanna help.
I swear to you.
I've got nothing against Fred.

Say it with a song
in your heart.

♪ Pretty as a picture ♪

♪ She is like a golden ring ♪

- She's clean.
- You've been wrong before.

Yeah, and I might be now,
but she reads clean.

Her future's
not too bright, but--

- What do you mean?
- Well, nothing's
written in stone... lately,

but, uh, if I was about
to face your future,

I'd make like
Carmen Miranda and die.

Wait. Please.

Are you gonna tell
the senior partners where I am?

- Hell of a bargaining chip.
- No, they can't help you.
I mean it.

If you're talking about
a sarcophagus that doesn't match
anything in our records,

there's nothing
that's not in our records.

Except what came before--
the Old Ones.

The original demons,
before humankind.

They were all driven
out of this dimension.
The ones that were still alive.

But long before that,
they were killing each other
all the time.

And they don't die
the way we do.

Wesley may not know it,
but his source books
can conjure up anything.

And not just our own stock.

Tell him to look
for the texts
that are forgotten.

The oldest scrolls.

You need to find
the Deeper Well.

It's called Illyria,
a great monarch and warrior
of the demon age,

murdered by rivals
and left adrift
in the Deeper Well.

Which is what?
A burial ground.

A resting place
of all the remaining Old Ones.

This one
ain't resting. No.

I don't think this is
merely an infection.

Fred's skin is hardening
like a shell.

I think she's being hollowed out
so this thing can use her
to gestate,

to claw its way
back into the world.

That's speculation.
Either way she dies.

- Do we have any chance
of finding this Deeper Well?
- I already have.

It's in England,
in the Cotswolds. That's
the location to the inch.

Lorne, tell Harmony
to prep the jet.
We can be there in 10 hours.

You can be there in four.

We have really good jets.

It will have a guardian,
maybe several.

- Let 'em send an army.
- How do we know going there
is gonna do squat?

The Deeper Well
is almost like a prison
for the dead.

If something gets out,
it's written it can be
drawn back from the source.

- That's our shot.
- We'll keep working here,
but, yes, I think it is.

If nobody thinks
it's too ridiculous,
I'm going to pray.

No, it's appreciated.

- Time is not on our side.
- Nobody's on our side.

Come on.

Let's save the day.

Fred, you can't be doing this.

Please, Wesley,
I am exactly the person
to be doing this.

Something
could have been missed.

Whatever it is that's happening,
we will stop it.
I swear to you.

- I have to work.
- You have to lie down.

No, I am not--
I am not the damsel
in distress.

I am not some case.
I have to work this.

I lived in a cave
for five years,

in a world where they killed
my kind like cattle.

I am not going
to be cut down
by some monster flu.

I am better than that.

But I wonder...

how very scared I am.

I swear on my life
we will stop this.

But you must be back in bed.
That's where I need you
to fight.

Like I'm six years old.

This is
a house of death.

That can call up
any book you need?

Every one.

Then bring it.

Take me home.

I've never flown before.

I've been
in a helicopter.
They don't...

go this high.

Back to the mother country.

Hey, after we save Fred,
we should hit the West End.
Take in a show.

I've never seen Les Mis.

Halfway through the first act,
you'll be drinking humans again.

Can't lose her, Spike.

You won't.

I lost Cordy.

You're not hearing me.
I know you've got healers
working for you.

I don't care if
the Old Ones scare them.

I don't care if
the Old Ones kill them.
Get their asses down here,

or you're gonna be
in a world of hurt.

No, I am not talking
about a lawsuit. I'm talking
about bones that go crunch.

And if you think--

We freeze her.
Take her down to Cryogenics.

If we can't stop this thing,
maybe we can just, you know,
freeze it,

in its tracks,
till we can come up
with something.

You know for sure
you can do that?

Let's test it out.

I finally get you
up to my bedroom,
and all you wanna do is read.

You dozed off.

Was I making
too much noise?

Not enough.

I need noise
to keep me here.

Is it today?
I mean--

You only slept for an hour.

That's an hour
I don't got now.

Angel and Spike
are on their way
to finding your cure.

And I shouldn't like
to be the thing
standing in their way.

And book man?
Book man came through.

I think I gave them
what they need.

Feigenbaum.
What?

I-I have to find him.

He's the master of--
I have to have
Feigenbaum here.

Who is Feigenbaum?

I don't remember.

Shh.

Is it terrible?

At a time like this,
I'm worried about
how crappy I look.

You're the most beautiful thing
I've ever seen.

Do you always like
splotchy girls?

It's my curse.

Read to me.

The Dreadhost's Compendium
of Immortal Leeches?

Can that be
any book in the world?

Name one.

"She was such a little girl
that one did not expect...

"to see such a look
on her small face.

"It would have been an old look
for a child of 12,

"and Sara Crewe
was only seven.

"The fact was, however,
that she was always dreaming
and thinking odd things,

"and could not herself remember
any time when she had not
been thinking...

"things about grown-up people
and the world they belonged to.

She felt as if she had lived
a long, long time."

When is a door
not a door? When it's not
soddin' well there.

Right there.

You wanna bet
that's the entrance
to the Deeper Well?

Either that,
or Christmasland.

Do you ever have any fun?

- I'm about to.

And they even
brought us weapons.
Strategy?

- Just hold my hand.
-

- Saint Petersburg.
- Thought you'd forgotten.

Damn it!
No, don't say "Damn it."

You got me all up
in this Walt Disney mojo,
don't say it's--

They're impervious
to the cold.

The blood tissue freezes,
but they just keep working away,
like it's a sunny day in L.A.

I-I'm sorry.

- Okay, so that's a bust.
What else you got?
- I don't, um--

God, I can't think,
I'm so nervous.

Look. I'd never
tell her this,

but I care about Fred
more than I--

She's like no one
I've met, you know?

I do.

Nothing would make me happier
than to be the white knight
in this situation...

and have her look at me
the way that--

I mean, I-I don't
just care about Fred.
I-I practically worship it.

You said "it."

- What?
- Not "her."
You said, "I worship it."

Oops.

Is that all?
We haven't even started.

I'd say that's enough.

Drogyn.

Angel.

You're the keeper
of the well.

- Have been for decades.
- Well, who in the bloody--

Do not ask me
a question!

If you ever ask me
a single question,
I will kill you outright.

Don't think for a moment
that I can't.

He can.
He would.
Eh?

- You're here about Illyria.
- Yes.

- Walk in.
- But how--

What did I just say to you
not one moment ago?

Don't...

ask.

Seriously, he doesn't
like questions.

Why the bloody hell not?

He can't lie.

You did this!
You did all of this!

Technically,
that's not the case.
I just played my part.

Why? You couldn't stand
the thought of Wes winning her,
so you kill her?

No. I meant everything
I said about her.

I chose Fred
because I love her.
Because she's worthy.

You think I'd have my god
hatched out of some schmuck?

What are--

This was all set in motion
millions of years ago, Charles.

And there's just no way
to stop it.

Angel and Spike.

Oh, they're really on track,
but it doesn't matter.

Angel's not gonna
save her.

- You don't know Angel.
- I'm not being clear.

I don't mean that Angel
is going to fail to save her.

I mean, he's gonna
let her die.

Would you read to me
some more?

Of course.

Oh, the light
hurts my eyes.

But I don't want you
to turn it off.

But it hurts my eyes.

Everything's so bright
and hollow.

Cavemen win.

Of course
the cavemen win.

I would never have thought
you'd end up here, Angel.

I could say the same.
So you two know each other.

That was a statement.
I already know that you do.

I'll tell you
as much as I can.

The Old Ones
were demons pure.

They warred
as we would breathe, endlessly.

The greater ones were interred,
for death was not always
their end.

Illyria was feared
and beloved, as few are.

It was lain to rest
in the very depths
of the well.

Until it disappeared
a month ago.

Someone took it from
under your nose a month ago,
and you didn't miss it till now?

That makes you
quite the crap jailer,
doesn't it?

Also a statement.

Your friend
likes to talk.

So much, he's even
right sometimes.

The man I remember
couldn't be stolen from
so easily.

The tomb
was not stolen.
It disappeared.

I believe it was predestined to
as part of Illyria's
escape plan.

And as for
my not noticing--

Well, my charges
are not few.

Bloody hell.

How far does this go down?
All the way.

All the way
through the Earth.

So, the coffin disappeared, teleported,

but it was brought to us.

Illyria
was a great power.

So great, that after
millions of years dead,

somewhere on this Earth
it still has acolytes.

There's only
a few of us now.

I came to L.A.
because I knew that's where
its kingdom had been.

It was supposed to teleport
back to the base of its power,

but the continents drifted,
which they do.

I had others help me
get it here, but then
it got stuck in--

would you believe it--
Customs.

But you took care of that.

You signed the order to bring it
into the lab, so you could get
another brain boost.

It's like I said.
I'm just one small part...

of a great machine.
Angel's gonna save her.

What he's fighting against
is older than
the concept of time.

I couldn't stop it.
There's nothing left
to do now but wait.

Wait and try
and figure out exactly
what you want to tell your--

Oh, God!
I've sinned!

I've sinned,
and I'm being punished.

I don't know what's wrong.

I never got a B-minus before.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.
Make it stop.

It's been freed,
the demon's essence.

Yeah, it's been freed.
Why do you think we're here?

And what's your favorite color?
What's your favorite song?

Who's the goalkeeper
for Manchester United?

How many fingers
am I holding up?
You wanna kill me? Try.

I don't have time
for your quirks.

The power to draw back
Illyria lies in there.

It requires a champion
who has traveled from where
it lies to where it belongs.

- You got two of those
right here.
- But I didn't know it was free.

If we bring the sarcophagus
back to the well,

it will draw Illyria
out of your friend...

and into every single person
between here and there.

It will become
the mystical equivalent
of airborne.

It will claw into every soul
in its path to keep
from being trapped entire.

Tens, maybe
hundreds of thousands...

will die in agony...
if you save her.

No.

That's madness.

This is a place
of madness.

I'll prepare the spell.

Your choice.

Hell with the world.

Why did we go there?

Why did we think
we could beat it?

It's evil, Wesley.

It's bigger than anything.

- I don't believe that.
- No! I'm with him!

You won't leave me now?

- We're so close.
- I will never leave you.

Hmm.

Oh!

That was bad.

But it's better now.

You won't leave me?

I won't.

My boys.

I walk with heroes.

- Think about that.
- You are one.

Superhero.

And this is my power.

Do not let them take me.
Not me.

That's right.

That's right.

He's with me.

Spike.

This goes
all the way through...

to the other side.

So, I figure,
there's a bloke...

somewhere around...
New Zealand,

standing on a bridge
like this one,

looking back down at us.

All the way down.

There's a hole
in the world.

Feels like
we ought to have known.

Will you kiss me?

Would you have loved me?

I've loved you...

since I've known you.

No, that's not--

I think maybe
even before.

I'm so sorry.

No, no, no.

I need you
to talk to my parents.

Th-They have to know
I wasn't scared...

and that it was quick.

That I wasn't scared.

Oh, God!
You have to fight.

You don't have to talk.
Just concentrate
on fighting.

Just hold on.
I'm not scared.

I'm not scared.
I'm not scared.

Please, Wesley.

Why can't I stay?

Please.

Please.

This will do.

Grr! Arrgh!