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Previously on Angel.

- ♪ You are my sunshine
My only sunshine ♪

♪ You make me happy ♪

She's being hollowed
out so this thing can claw
its way back into the world.

- Let's save the day.

a great monarch and warrior
of the demon age.

Why can't I stay?

This will do.

Fred?

Illyria?

My name.

You would presume
to speak my name?

Because I am returned
in the body of a human,
you think you can speak to me.

It's disgusting.
Who is Winifred Burkle?

I thought the humans would
have long died out by now.

Instead
you've grown bold.

So you don't know
who Fred is?
Nor care.

Bleat at me no longer.
We're done.

Yes.

We are.

Oh.

Now I remember.

Winifred Burkle
is the shell I'm in.

She's the woman
you killed.

This is grief.

I'm watching human grief.
It's like offal in my mouth.

If you stay here,
you'll taste it every day,
every second.

Look.
Humans rule the Earth.

They will last
for millennia,

like roaches
crawling everywhere,

crying and sweating...

and puking their feelings
all over you.

Go back.

Sleep until
the humans are gone.

They are stupid
and weak.

They'll kill
each other off,

and you can return
to the world
you deserve.

Leave this shell.

You seek to save
what's rotted through.

This carcass
is bound to me.

I could not change that
if I cared to.

But you have
opened my eyes to truth.

If the world is truly
overrun by humans,

then I have work to do.

Can't even get drunk.

Why would anyone ever make
a bottle this small?

It's inhuman.

Thousands would have died
if we'd saved her.

Yeah.

She wouldn't have wanted that.

Yeah.

I tried calling Wes.

There's no answer.

Guess she's gone then.

It's like a bloody tease.

It's, like, here's what
a bottle of Jack
would look like,

if you actually had one.

Or here's a drink,
but it's very far away.

What does that mean,
really?

It's a play on perspective.

Gone. Wh-What does it mean,
that she's gone?

Well, in the world of men,
a person dies,
they stay that way.

- Unless you're a vampire.
- Or the ghost of one
that saved the world.

Or Buffy.

Death doesn't
have to be the end,
not in our world.

Rules can be broken.

All you have to do
is push hard enough.

- Gonna torture him?
- Thinkin' about it.

Can I help?
I'm really good at it.

Thanks, but this is
kind of personal.

Why do you think I wanna help?
Because I've got some kind
of blood lust?

Well, okay, that too,
but Fred's my friend.

We went out for drinks
all the-- once.

And if Poindexter here
had anything to do
with hurting her,

then I'm in for a big,
fat pound of flesh!

Angel?

He's on his way back.
How's Fred?

- You tied Knox up.
- We're gonna torture him.

Good. Why?

He knows what's happening.
Been hiding it the whole time.
I need a few minutes alone.

He's involved in this?
Pretty sure.

- Why didn't you tell me?
- Yeah, buddy. Why didn't you?

- Shut up!
- I thought we
wanted him to talk.

- Whatever he knows--
- Doesn't matter anymore.
Fred's gone.

I'm sorry.
It's just, um--

It's not what you think.

It's-- It's beautiful.

Tell them.
Tell them what happened.

The infection--

Illyria consumed her,

took over her body.

Then it's still Fred, right?
This thing is just controlling--

She's... gone.

- You don't know that.
- Wait. I'm confused.

It looks like Fred,
but it's not?

She's so much more
than that now.
Beyond flesh.

Beyond perfection.

I loved Fred.
I really did.

She had a warmth
that took you in
and held you...

until everything
cold and distant
melted away.

She was the most beautiful,
perfect woman...

I ever met.

That's why I chose her.

She's the only one
that was worthy.

Wes, don't.

- We need him.
I know how you feel.
- You know--

You didn't feel her die.

She was shaking with pain
and terrified and so brave.

She was better
than anyone I've known.

Better than--

She's gone.

I know.

Now let's get her back.

So that's it?
England was a bust?
Not entirely.

We found out where
the sarcophagus came from.
There were thousands of 'em.

- Minus one.
- What about this Drogyn
character? He wouldn't help?

He couldn't.
We were too late.

I should have seen it.

Knox. He sang for me,
and I should have seen this.

- It's not your fault.
- If I'd concentrated harder,
read him better, maybe Fred--

There's a lot
we might have done,

starting with never coming
to Wolfram and Hart
in the first place.

We can beat ourselves up
over it later, but right now--

I'm sorry, Angelcakes.
I-- I got nothin'.

I'm sorry.

Lorne!
- No, let him go.

If he's doubting himself,
he won't be any good to us.

Lorne's right.
We should have
seen this coming.

Wouldn't have made a difference.
Drogyn said the sarcophagus was
preordained to be released.

Nothing could have
stopped it from arriving.

That's not
completely true.

I played a round
of piñata with lab boy
while you were gone.

The sarcophagus
was stuck in Customs,

and it should have
stayed there,
but someone got it out.

Who?

- I'm working on it.
- Oh. You're working on it.

Good for you, Charles.
Not a moment to lose.

Wes. I know you're hurting.
Keep your footing.

I need you sharp,
all of you, for Fred's sake.

- There is no Fred anymore.
- You don't know that.

I watched it gut her
from the inside out.

Everything she was is gone.
There is nothing left
but a shell.

Then we'll figure out a way
to fill it back up.

The thing only took over
her body. Just the tip
of the theological.

It's the soul that matters.

Trust us.
We're kind of experts.

What about her--
if her organs
have been liquefied?

Flash fried
in a pillar of fire,
saving the world.

I got better.

You really believe
there's a chance
of bringing her back?

Fred's soul
is out there somewhere.

We'll find it
and we'll put it back
where it belongs.

We'll make every son of a bitch
who had a hand in this pay.
We all on the same page?

Where do we start?
We need the big guns.

- Willow.
- Won't be the first time
she rattled the dead.

Last time I heard,
she was in South America.

We'll track her down
and get her here
as soon as we can.

In the meantime,
we need to contain Illyria.

Wes, you're the only one
who had contact.
Any idea where she's headed?

Hey! Come back here,
you little--

Oh, my God.

Fred?

I knew you'd come for me.
My life is yours.

I-- I worship you.

Yes, I know. Worship.

I've been waiting
so long for this.

I've loved you
from the moment I saw you.

I was 11.
You were ancient.

Pressed between the pages
of the forbidden texts.

I would stare at you for hours,
locked in my room.

My mom thought
I was looking at porn.

You are the Qwa'ha Xahn.

I am your priest.

I am your servant.

I am your guide
in this world.

I have taken your sacraments
and placed them
close to my heart,

according to
the ancient ways.

That's why you
were called to me.
We're bound together.

My last Qwa'ha Xahn
was taller.

I-I may be
shrinking a bit...

in the glory
of your presence.

This world--

it's not how I left it.

I'm sorry.

There's nothing
I can do about that.

But I can.

O-Okay.

Himalayas? I thought
she was in South America.

We got a branch in Tibet?
How 'bout a couple of Sherpas?
All right, look.

What do you mean,
she's not on this plane?
You just said--

Astral projection?
Is there any way to get
her astral over to L.A.?

Giles, this is
an emergency.

No. No, I'm not going to--

Don't put me on hold!

Never a witch around
when you need one.

It'll work out.

It has to.

I've been unreasonable...

because I've lost
all reason.

But I shouldn't be
taking it out on you.

I know you've done
everything you can.

I'm sorry.

So am I.

Yeah, I'm still at Wolfram
and Hart. What does that
have to do with anything?

Yeah. I understand.

- We're on our own.
- Good, 'cause I was wondering.

- Nothing's changed.
We find Illyria and--
- Smack her a good one for me?

So gonna leave a mark.

Is that it?

Yeah.

Yeah.

I'm ready to begin.

Or we could just
hang out.

A warrior.

I was beginning to wonder
if this world was void
of your kind.

Plenty of us
to go around, luv.

Two half-breeds
and a band of primitives.

Is this all
that challenges me now?

That and a whole lot
of bullets.

Enough to temporarily
incapacitate even you.

We know what you are,
Illyria. We've seen
the rest of your kind.

All the Old Ones,
sealed away forever,

like you were,
where you should have stayed.

You've taken
something of ours,

something very precious.

Stand down,
and I promise...

we won't destroy you
taking it back.

Your choice.

I decline.

Take her!

Sorry, boss.
Maybe if I'd stopped her
back in Gunn's office--

Did she toss you
out a window?
No.

Then you're one up on me.
Hey, what do you got?
Smoke and mirrors.

No trace of either of them.

If Illyria shows up again--
She won't. She got
what she came for.

- Knox?
- And some spiffy new threads.

- Any idea how she got past you?
- One second she was standing
there, the next, poof.

She's a teleporter.

No characteristic displacement
of the atmosphere
around her.

I fancied I saw a blur
just before she went Houdini.

Like she was pulling
a Barry Allen.

Jay Garrick? Wally--

- She was moving really fast.
- Or we were moving very slow.

- Great. She's superstrong,
and she can alter time.
- Well, that's not fair.

It makes it complicated,
but doesn't change
what we need to do.

Wes, take the lab apart, check
Knox's files, the sarcophagus,
anything to help get Fred back.

Come on. I got a degree
in tearing things up.

Never a truer word.

I got a few contacts
I could try, see if
anything shakes loose.

Great. Do it. Let's see
if we can track her down,
figure out where she's headed.

Any thoughts
on how we're supposed
to track Fred?

Or Illyria?
Or whatever the hell
that thing was?

We just do it.
That's all.

Back in the lab,
she was standing right
there in front of me,

but there was no scent, nothing.

It was like
she wasn't even there.

I know.

Look,

I want Fred back
as much as any of us,

but seeing her there
like that--

- Maybe she really is--
- No.

I lost Cordelia
because some thing
violated her,

crawled inside,
used her up.

No way in hell...

am I letting that
happen again.

I never trusted
that little nerd.

The rumpled hair,
socks that didn't match,

that cute,
lopsided grin.

So totally playing it up.

I mean, who did he think
he was fooling?

Besides all of us.

Um, shouldn't you be wearing
one of those...

moon suits?

I think this has done
all the damage it's going to. Right.

Mind if I put one on?

She was curious.

That's why Fred didn't put it
into containment immediately.

How things work.

What makes them special.

She was always searching
for what other people
couldn't see.

She was just curious.

I think I hate her
a little for that.

- Wes.
- Hand me the pry bar.

The girl of your dreams
loved you.

That's more than
most people ever get.

I know,

but it isn't enough.

Wes! Stop it!
Wes!

Appreciate the urge to smash,
but that's not helping.

No.

But this might.
I thought that was supposed to
be unbreakable or something.

Time.

The markings refer to a series
of concussively timed intervals.

This gem is the focal point
of the sarcophagus.

It might be useful,
if it isn't already drained.

Got me beat.
All I found was a cell phone
and a cheese sandwich.

Was it Knox's?

It had his name written
on the bag, with a little smiley
face in the "O," the big girl.

- The cell phone, Harmony.
- Oh. Um, I think so.

Got a Rick Springfield
screen saver, which opens up
a whole new set of questions.

Outgoing numbers
have all been deleted.

Same for incoming calls.

What about missed calls?

Knox couldn't have
erased them if he didn't have
his lady phone on him.

Three in
the last few hours,

all from the same person.

Always messy when you
have to open them up.

That's why I prefer
the less invasive procedures.

Never got used to
the sight of blood.

Ugh.
Still makes me nauseous.

Then this is gonna be
an uncomfortable conversation.

I'm disappointed in you,
Mr. Gunn.

All the knowledge
and deductive reasoning
we've implanted in your brain,

and it's taken you this long
to sniff your way back to me?

- Been a little preoccupied.
- Ah, yes. Miss Burkle.

How is she?

You want to get real straight
with me real fast.

Of course.
Customer's always right.

Everything you know,

or there won't be enough of you
to stitch back together, Frankenstein.

The sarcophagus contained
the essence of an Old One,

a race of ancient demons
dead and buried
for millions of years...

in a place called
a Deeper Well.

Not hearing anything
I don't already know.

Why do you think
I'm telling you?

How do you
bring Fred back? How?

You can't.

I don't believe that.

You know a way.
You have to.

Get the sarcophagus
released from Customs...

in exchange for making
your cerebral alterations permanent.

That was the bargain
and the extent
of my involvement.

Then take it back.

Everything you put in my head--
the law, the knowledge--
take it back.

Take more.
Leave me a vegetable.
I don't care.

Just bring her back, please.

Bring her back.

There's nothing left
to bring back.

Miss Burkle's soul
was consumed by the fires
of resurrection.

Everything she was...

is gone forever.

For better or worse,
you made a deal, Mr. Gunn.

I suggest you learn
to live with it.

Is there something you'd like
to tell me, Charles?

Knox was in contact
with the doctor.

But you already know that,
don't you?
Yeah, one of my sources--

Don't.

What he said about Fred,

about her soul--

Is it true?

What did you do, Charles?

It was just
a piece of paper.

I was losing it--
everything they put
in my head,

everything that
made me different,

special.

And he could fix it,
make it permanent.

So I signed a piece of paper.
It was a Customs release form.

I didn't think anyone
would get hurt.

Nothing from Wolfram and Hart
is ever free.

You knew that.

I couldn't go back
to being just the muscle.

I didn't think
it would be one of us.

I didn't think
it would be Fred.

I understand
not wanting to go back,

not wanting to be
who you were.

I understand it,
and I can forgive it.

But you knew
what was happening to her.

You knew who was responsible,
and you didn't say anything.

You let her die.

I'm less forgiving
about that.

What the hell did you do?
What I had to.

I don't remember seeing
"stab Gunn" on the agenda
this morning.

I avoided the major organs.
He'll probably live.

That's supposed to
make it all right?
Nothing is all right!

Nothing will ever
be all right.

We'll get her back, Wes.
No, we won't.

Fred's soul was--

Fred's soul was destroyed
resurrecting Illyria.

Are you sure?

- What about Gunn?
- He let the sarcophagus in
to Wolfram and Hart.

What he knew, when he knew it--
It doesn't change what happened.

He let her die.

So did I.

At the well
in England,

there was a way
to save Fred,

but only if thousands
of others died in her place.

As much as I love Fred,
I couldn't let that happen.

I need you to bury it--
everything you're feeling,
everyone you wanna hurt.

I need you
to put it aside and focus
on what has to be done.

Illyria.

We need to stop her before--
She unleashes hell on Earth?

What'd you get
out of the doctor?

Screams,
various fluids...

and a name--
Vahla ha'Nesh.

Vahla ha'Nesh.
What does that mean?

It's her temple.

This is where she was supposed
to be resurrected.

That's Illyria.
In its native form.

What are these
smaller bits?

Her army of doom.

There's a shock.
They were entombed
with her.

- Waiting for her return.
- To Los Angeles?

This is where her temple was
millions of years ago,
and it's still here.

You think I would've remembered
seeing something like this
parked next to the Ralph's.

It's out of phase
with our time stream.

- Only Illyria
can open the gateway.
- Any idea how we stop her?

Your breed is fragile.

How is it they came
to control this world?

Opposable thumbs?
Um, fire?

Television.

What they lack in strength,
they make up
in extraordinary sneakiness.

You are deceivers.
Yes. All of them.

They deserve
to be punished.
"They"?

You don't consider yourself
part of your race?
Not anymore.

I'm with the king.

Open the gateway.

Raise your army.

Wash humanity from the face
of the Earth...

and reclaim
what was lost to you
so many millennia ago...

when the world
was ruled by--

- Be silent.
- Right.

Sorry. My bad.

- The gateway's blocked.
- I was afraid of that.

Wolfram and Hart probably
threw a lock on it.

They're big
on things happening
on their timetable.

The wolf, ram and hart?

In my time, they were weak,
barely above the vampire.

Huh.
I guess they beefed up.

But not to worry.

I brought my skeleton key,
just in case.

There's some stuff
you need to sign.

I don't think Angel wants me
to be signing anything
right now.

Yeah.

Um, that's what these
are about.

Nobody else could stomach
bringing these down?

Is it true,

what they're saying
about you?

I guess it is.

How could you do that
to your friends, to Fred?

Because I was weak.

Because I wanted to be
somebody that I wasn't.

'Cause I don't know
where I fit.

'Cause I never did.

'Cause a thousand other reasons
that don't mean a damn...

'cause she's gone.

She's gone,

and she's not coming back...

because of me.

I did this,

and I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Showtime.

Any seats left?

If not, we can just
stand in the back.

Guys, you should scan
the headlines here.

- You can't win this.
- Then we all die trying.

Why?

Let's start with you
walkin' around looking like
the woman you murdered.

You think your actions
will restore her.

- No.
- Yet you seek a confrontation
you cannot win.

What you're trying to do--
raise your army,
reclaim your world--

innocent people would die,
like Fred.

- I can't let that happen.
- You are the protector
of these creatures?

- Yes.
- You'd fight for their lives?

Yes.

Even this one?

Is that an issue?

I-Is my life in peril,
boss? King?

You're about
as low as it gets, Knox,
but you're a part of humanity.

That isn't always pretty,
but it's a hell of a lot better
than what came before.

And if it comes down
to a choice between you
and him,

then, yes, I would
fight for his life,

just like
any other human's,

because that's
what people do,
that's what makes us--

Were you even listening?

You've destroyed
my Qwa'ha Xahn.

Yeah, okay,
but you've gotta admit,
he had it coming.

It offends me
that you think he matters.

You're right.
He's not the problem.
You are.

Unimpressive.

What's the rush?

How?

From your sarcophagus.

It's connected to you.

I'm connected to it.

Sneaky.

You're too late.
My army will rise.

This world will be mine
once again.

No.

It can't be.

It's gone.

My world is gone.

Now you know
how I feel.

No army of doom
scorching the Earth.

Huzzah for our side.

We need to close the gateway
to Illyria's temple, permanently.

I don't want
any more surprises.

What about the leather queen?
She still has enough juice
to be a threat.

We regroup,
and we take care of it.

Wes?

It's all we can do.

I'll be in the lab.

Long day.

That offer still good?

Send me abroad,
roving agent and all?

Yeah, it's still good.

Great.

Maybe you should
send Gunn...

before Wes
has another poke.

- You're not leaving?
- It's what she would've wanted.

It's what I want.

I don't really
like you.

I suppose I never will.

But this is important,

what's happening here.

Fred gave her life
for it.

The least I can do is give
what's left of mine.

The fight's coming, Angel.

We both feel it.

And it's gonna be
a hell of a lot bigger
than Illyria.

Things are gonna get ugly.

That's where I live.

You grieve still...

for a single life.

Why are you here?

I--

I'm uncertain.

This place...

was part of the shell.

Don't call her--

The woman you killed
had a name.

This is important
to you.

Things have names.

The shell.

Winifred Burkle.

She can't return to you.

I know.

Yet there are fragments.

When her brain collapsed,

electrical spasms channeled
into my function system.

Memories.

Please.
Wesley, why can't I stay?

No.

Leave.

I have nowhere to go.

My kingdom is long dead.

Long dead.

There's so much
I don't understand.

I become overwhelmed.
I'm unsure of my place.

Your place is with
the rest of your people--

dead and turned to ash.

Perhaps.

But I exist here.

I must learn to walk
in this world.

I'll need your help,

Wesley.

If I were to help you
find your way,

you have to learn
to change.

You mustn't kill.

You killed the Qwa'ha Xahn
in defiance of your leader.

He murdered
the woman I love.

And that made it just.

No. It wasn't just.

I'm probably the last man
in the world...

to teach you what's right.

But you will.

If I abide,
you will help me.

Yes.

Because I look like her?

Yes.

We cling to
what is gone.

Is there anything
in this life but grief?

There's love.

There's hope...

for some.

There's hope that you'll
find something worthy,

that your life will
lead you to some joy,

that after everything,

you can still
be surprised.

Is that enough?

Is that enough to live on?

♪ Well, it's not hard to see ♪

♪ Anyone who looks at me ♪

♪ Knows I am just
a rolling stone ♪

♪ Never landed anyplace
to call my own ♪

♪ To call my own ♪

♪ Well, it seems like
so long ago ♪

♪ But it really ain't
you know ♪

♪ I started off a crazy kid ♪

♪ A miracle I made it
through the things I did ♪

♪ The things I did ♪

♪ Well, someday I'll go ♪

♪ Where there ain't
no rain or snow ♪

♪ Till then ♪

♪ I travel alone ♪

♪ And I make my bed ♪

♪ With the stars
above my head ♪

♪ And I dream of a place ♪

♪ Called home ♪

♪ And someday I'll go ♪

♪ Where there ain't
no rain or snow ♪

♪ Till then ♪

♪ I travel alone ♪

♪ And I make my bed ♪

♪ With the stars
above my head ♪

♪ And dream of a place ♪

♪ Called home ♪

♪ Someday I'll go ♪

♪ Where there ain't
no rain or snow ♪

♪ And dream of a place ♪

♪ Called ♪

♪ Home ♪

Grr! Arrgh!