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She's either counting
oxygen molecules...

or analyzing the petri dish
she just put into her mouth.

Or sleeping.
I can never quite tell.

You sure this is
a good idea?
We have plenty of petri dishes.

- I meant--
- I know what you meant.

- You don't have to do this
all yourself.
- Who else is there?

We're running out of people.
We're getting no further
with Gunn--

I'm not leaving Gunn
in a hell dimension.
We'll get him out.

In the meantime,
I need you to let us
help you with her.

She's my responsibility.
She's our responsibility.

If she's gonna be here,
there are things
that we should be doing.

Testing her powers,
studying her.

She put a whole petri dish
in her mouth?

Illyria can be...

difficult.

Testing her might be hard
without getting someone
seriously hurt.

We'll make Spike do it. Good.

She doesn't understand
our world.

She needs someone to guide her.
She needs--

When was the last time
you slept?

You're not her savior.

I need you here, working,
not off drinking yourself
into a coma, chasing ghosts.

Fred's dead, Wes.
You're still alive.

Start acting like it.

We didn't know where else to go.

Our son was
getting the mail.

We could see him
from the living room.

He was walking
across the driveway,
and this van--

It must've been goin' 50,
60 miles an hour.

It hopped the curb,
and it ran right into him.

It slammed him right into
the side of the garage,

and then...
backed up and sped off.

The police think
this was intentional.

- Has Homicide found the van?
- You don't understand.

Our son's not dead.

He's not?

- He's fine. The van hit him,
he got right up.
- He hardly has a scratch.

Police said it was dumb luck.
But if you saw it--

One of the officers
called us later,
said our son might be different.

He mentioned that there was
a law firm in Los Angeles that
dealt with... things like this.

Harmony, would you ask Angel
to come in here, please?

Our son's downstairs.
He thinks that we're here
to set up a trust.

We didn't know
what else to tell him.

- Please, will you help us?
- Of course.

Hey, Dad.

What--

- What are you--
- Dad?

Yeah, it's okay.
Come on over.

You know, they have
dried scorpions in
the vending machines downstairs.

Angel, good. This is
Laurence and Colleen Reilly,

and this is their son--
Connor. Hi.

- Nice to meet you.
- The Reillys need to talk
about some issues...

regarding Connor here,
and I thought we could--
No.

- What?
- I'm sorry.

There must be some mistake.
We can't help you.

A van ran him down.
He got up
and walked away-- unharmed.

How did they find us?
A police officer
mentioned our name.

Said we might
be able to help.

We're not taking this case.
Why not?

Because with everything
goin' on, we don't have time...

to be dealing with
small stuff like this.

"Small stuff"?
This is what we do.
Or what we're supposed to do.

They need help.
They seem like good people.

All the more reason
to get 'em out of here.

We know what this place
does to good people.

What was it?

What am I--
I was lookin' for somethin'.

It's okay.

Found it.

You break so easily.

Why do you bother
getting back up?

Right. We need to set
some ground rules.

First off, no more
punching me in the face.

Secondly, when I
punch you in the face,

you tell me how you feel,

so I can write that down
on my clipboard.

Third, no touchin'
my clipboard. Fourth--

I enjoy hurting you.
We're gonna have to
fix that, 'cause I'm--

- How goes it?
- I've been hitting
the half-breed.

He makes noise.

We're off to a bit
of a rough start.

But don't worry.
I'll break her.

She's not a horse, Spike.

You know, this room
is equipped with
automated training devices.

You don't have to test her
by just allowing her
to pummel you.

We're workin' on the basics.
But don't worry.
I'm writing it all down.

Okay, fine.

You reek of frustration.
Curls off of you
like smoke.

Actually, luv,
we call that scotch.

Twelve-year Lagavulin,
if I'm not mistaken.

Good choice.

It's nothing.
I'm just, uh--

I had a slight disagreement
with Angel.

Oh, old broody pants
got you wound up, eh?

Keep in mind he can't get laid
without maybe goin' crazy.

- It makes it funny.
- In my time,

a leader would punish
your insolence with death.

- We're not being insolent, Illyria.
- I am.

It's just, uh, I don't
always understand Angel.

Yet you
follow him willingly.

You're loyal to him.
He's earned it.

I trust he knows
what he's doing.

- What the hell is goin' on?
- Angel? I'm at your disposal.

My son walks in
through my door!

You make him
walk right out again.
I found that interesting.

I want him as far away
from here as possible.

Yes. It might have been smart
to get some information
out of him first.

It could help us
understand what's happening.
I'll tell you what.

Why don't you just tell me?

Let's be clear about this.

Things run differently now.

I'm not a little girl,
and you and I...

won't be making love
on this couch anytime soon.

And with that in mind,
how can I help you?

The senior partners
and I had a deal.

Yes, you did.
They took your son--

your raging,
psychopathic son--

gave him a new family,
changed his memories,

changed everyone's memories, actually,

in order to give him a new life,
a normal life.

And I came to work here.
And we couldn't be happier.

The senior partners
honor their deals.

And believe me,
they have no desire to upset...

such a profitable partnership.

So this is just--
an unfortunate coincidence.

Oh, no, I didn't say that.
I said the senior partners...

weren't behind it.

This isn't an accident.

Someone out there's
trying to send you a message,

and they're using
your son to do it.

Where are we
supposed to go now?

I'm sure there's someone else
who can, uh, handle our trust.

Um, just so you know,
you guys don't have to
keep pretending.

I know we were there
because of the van thing. Oh.

I'm sorry, honey.
It's just-- It was--
It's cool.

My parents are liars,
and I can never trust
them again, but it's cool.

Look, I know
you guys are worried,

but the whole point
is I'm okay.

I got hit, and I'm okay.
That should make you happy,

not like, you know,
mental patients.

I mean, it turned out fine.

It's the getting-hit part.

We thought you were dead.

Hey, have some faith in me.
Connor--

All right. Look, you guys.

I'm not saying
this isn't weird and all.

But we'll get through it.
You don't have to be scared.

Get off--

Hey!

Mom!

Whoa.

Oh, my God!
Connor, listen to me.

You almost broke
that guy in half.

That was awesome!

Seriously, that was the coolest
thing I've ever seen.

Well, it's not a big deal.

I mean, I do stuff
like that a lot.

- There was this one time
in France--
- Connor!

Dad. Dad.

I'm okay.
We need to get him
to a hospital.

We got doctors
at Wolfram and Hart.
We can help.

And you and I have some things
we should probably talk about.

Yeah, I kind of figured.

Your dad's gonna be fine.
He's in good hands.

Or claws, as the case may be.
They're good doctors.

What were those things
that attacked us?

Some kind of demon.
We're lookin' into it.

Is that what I am?
Some kind of demon?

No.
Then what am I?

The best we can tell,
you're a healthy,
well-adjusted kid...

with, uh,
enhanced abilities.

And you're a vampire.

So, demons, vampires,
doctors with claws,

and I'm some sort
of superhero.

Okay.

You're taking this
pretty well.

What am I supposed to do, complain?

I just don't know how
I'm gonna explain it
to my parents.

You got family?

No.
Right. Vampire.

So, what are you,
like, 500 years old?

No, I'm, uh--
Do I look 500?

Do you spend
all your time making out
with other vampires,

like in Anne Rice novels?

No. Well, I used to, but--

You have a girlfriend
at least?
I can't afford to.

Must be lonely.
I keep busy.

Right. So, you guys,
like, fight crime...

and save the world here,
that sort of stuff?

Well, that's the idea. Wow.

Is everyone here
a superhero?
This place must be insane.

It's mostly paralegals
and secretaries.
Pretty boring, really.

You filthy harlot!

I'm gonna tear your neck out!

You wanna meet
some of my coworkers?

Okay.

Guys, you wanna come here
for a second?

What is she?
She's a-- um, a--

Well, to be honest,
I really don't know.

She's some sort
of ancient demon.
She have any powers?

Glad you asked.

So far, I've established
that she can hit
like a Mack truck,

selectively alter
the flow of time...

and, uh, possibly
talk to plants.

I'd like to keep Spike
as my pet.

Connor, this is Spike
and Illyria.

- Guys, this is Connor.
- Hi.

Um, I like your outfit.

Your body warms.

This one is
lusting after me.

Oh, no. I--

It's-- It's just, uh--
It's the outfit.

I guess I've always had
a thing for older women.

- They were supposed to fix that.
- What?

Nothing. Connor has
brought us a case.

We're looking into it.
Just showin' him around.

Hey, you kids, uh, playin'
with the training room?

Whoa! Man, this place is
way better than college.

Ange-babe, uh,
Wes is requesting
your presence upstairs.

Has a little demon info
for your peepers.

It's nice meeting you.
You're in college?

Yeah.
Where at?

Stanford.
Really?

- That's them.
- Kith'harn demons.

In Los Angeles,
they're the known henchmen...

of a warlock
called Cyvus Vail.

- What do we know about him?
- He's powerful.
Heads up a large demon empire.

- Has tendrils
stretching throughout L.A.
- "Tendril" tendrils?

- Metaphor tendrils.
- What does he want with me?

If he's using his Kith'harn
demons, he's not trying
to remain anonymous.

Where are you going?
To go visit Mr. Vail.

- I'll come with.
- No. You're here.

We know hardly anything
about this man.
If he's trying to bait you--

- It's not up for discussion.
- At least take backup.

I said I'd
take care of it, Wes!
Drop it.

Get me everything you can find
on Cyvus Vail.

Did you kill
all of my guards?

All the ones I could find. Mmm.

I should have given them
the day off. Mmm.

I wasn't trying
to kill your son, you know.

I simply needed him
to understand...

what he is capable of.

- How do you know about Connor?
- I built him.

These are everything
the clerk had on Vail.

And this was down
wandering around
Human Resources.

- Spike is resting.
- Thank you, Harmony.

Here we go.
Vail listings
under "accounts paid."

Wolfram and Hart
did business with him?
Yeah, it looks like...

he was one of their go-to
warlocks when it came
to the magical mojo.

He specialized in
memory restructuring,

mind control,
temporal shifts.

- Oh, boy.
- What is it?

You could buy Bolivia for
what we paid him on this one.

Not just him.
He supervised some of...

the most powerful sorcerers
on the West Coast.

With manpower like that,
I'm guessin' he
wasn't doin' card tricks.

Some sort of
reality shift, and it--

Huh.

What?

It happened on the day
we took over Wolfram and Hart.

Could you help me up?
I'd have one of my guards
do it, but,

well, you know.

Thank you.

When Connor was five,
he got lost
in a department store.

He wandered off while
his family was shopping.

It scared the poor child
nearly half to death.

That never happened!
Yes.

But he remembers
it happening.

He remembers screaming
in the middle of the store.

He remembers his mother
rushing towards him,

and he remembers his father...

sweeping him up into his arms.

- You built his memories.
- I did.

He is some of my finest work.

- What do you want?
- I need someone dead--

a demon... named Sahjhan.

Sahjhan.

I believe you
tussled with him before.

He's a nasty little cur.

He's gone.
I trapped him in a bottle.

An urn, actually.

It's a morbid thing.

It doesn't really go
with my decor.

He's trapped.
Let him rot.

Urns tend to break.

Long-lost enemies
tend to return.

I need finality to my affairs.

Do you know what
an Orlon Window is, Angel?

A fascinating
little spell.

It allows warlocks
such as myself...

to see the past
as it once was.

You have to be careful
with it though.

If it were to break
around someone whose mind
had been altered,

then all his old memories
would come rushing back.

Careful, Angel.

I gave Connor his happy life.

Are you certain
you can kill me...

before I can
take it away from him?

I... built your son.

I am not the sort of man
you want as an enemy.

Fine. I'll do it.
I'll kill Sahjhan.

If it were that simple,
I'd do it myself.

No, the prophecy
is quite clear.

There is only one person
who can kill Sahjhan.

Connor.

So, you see our problem.

I turned your son
into a healthy boy,

and now I need you...

to turn him back
into a killer.

- He wants me to kill somebody?
- A demon... named Sahjhan.

I fought him before.
Why me?

- Why do I have to do it?
- Because you're special.

There's a prophecy that says
you're the only one
who can kill him.

Why are we even
entertaining this?

Vail's made some
convincing threats.

Since when do we
give in to threats?

He's not threatening you.
He's threatening my family.

We can't trust anything
from Vail.

He did a massive spell
the day we took over
Wolfram and Hart.

- Until we understand why--
- Is he pretty strong?

- This Sahjhan?
- That's a bit of
an understatement.

Last time you fought him,
Sahjhan nearly killed you.

- Is that true?
- This is different.

Like I said, you're special.

- We don't have a choice, do we?
-
Of course we have a choice.

We just need time
to figure out what Vail did.

We don't have time.

If I kill Sahjhan,
Vail will leave my family alone?

What are we waitin' for?

Please!

Please! Please!
I'll do whatever you say.
Please!

No! No! No!

Sorry to interrupt.

Um, I'll just need a minute.

Do you know
what this thing is?

It's a gibbet.
Has he put you in it yet?

He'll get around to it.

Eventually, he gets around
to everything down here.

Mr. Gunn,
I'm Marcus Hamilton,

your new liaison
to the senior partners.

I have a proposition
for you.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yes.

It occurs to us that you
might want to get out of here.

We can help with that.

I've been by your offices,
seen your friends.

Strange, there's
not much activity on
the "Rescue Gunn" front.

We're not asking you for much.
All we need you to do--

Can I have my necklace back?

Come on, Sparky. Let's go.

This heart ain't
gonna cut itself out.

Thank you for your time.

No, no, no!
Please! Please! No!

No!

You're not alone in this.
I'll be right there with you.

You're gonna hold Sahjhan down
while I stab him?

The prophecy doesn't say
you can't have a little help.

That hardly seems fair.
Fair's not something
we worry about.

Maybe you should.
I'm not a bully.

If I'm gonna do this,
you gotta let me do it my way.

Now I just gotta figure out
what my way is.

You'll have your
whole life for that.
Might as well start now.

All right.
Let me show you a few things.

Well, yeah.

I'm all noble and stuff,
but I'm not an idiot.

I've been in one fight
in my entire life,
and you bailed me out of it.

Should I take
one of these with me?
An ax or whatever this thing is.

Sorry.
That's okay.

Probably, uh, stay away
from the weapons for now.

Okay. Sorry.
All right, look.

You're faster than Sahjhan.

Use it.
He talks a lot.

He'll try to lull you
into slowing down.
Don't listen.

Hit him quick.
Keep moving.

Do you really think
I can do this?

I know you can.

You are so concerned
with names, dates, times.

Reality's been changed.

Define "change."

The world is as it is.
Not necessarily.

You are a summation
of recollections.

Each change is simply
a point of experience.

We are more
than just memories.

And yet Fred changed
the moment her memory did.

- Fred's memories were changed?
- In places.

Can you see
what they were before?

No. They're gone.

Does this change
your view of Fred?

Is she still the person
you thought she was?

No.

None of us are.

This place smells like
a retirement home.

Welcome.
I've been waiting for you.

Oh, Lord, look at him.
Shh!

Listen, Vail,
we won't be staying long.

Here's how it works.
I kill this Sahjhan thing,
and we walk.

You come near my family again,
and I'll slit your throat.

And if that doesn't kill you,
I'll chop your whole head off.

And if that doesn't work,
I'll--

I'll just keep stabbing you
till you-- till you
bleed to death.

- Understand?
- I do.

Good.

So, where is he?
Right through there.

Okay.

See you later. Wait.
He's gonna talk to you.

Don't let him distract you.
I won't.

Even if he's on the ground,
do not take your eyes off him. Okay.

Whatever you do, do not--
Dude, you're startin'
to freak me out.

Right. Sorry.

Oh.

Sorry. Go get him.

I'll be right over here.

What am I suppo--

Okay.

He can't see us anymore.
Why not?

I can't risk
Sahjhan getting loose.

He has a nasty habit
of trying to kill me.

But don't worry.
Your boy is very brave.

I'm sure he'll do you proud.

Open sesame, or whatever.

Thank you, mortal,

for releasing me
from my cursed prison.

In gratitude,
I grant you three wishes.

- Really?
- Nah, I'm just messin' with you.

- Oh.

I do appreciate it though.

That urn wasn't exactly
a day at the spa.

- I owe you one.
- Right.

Well, before you
start trying to kiss me,

I should probably tell you,
you and I,

we're, uh--
we're supposed to fight.

- Is that right?
- Yeah.

Now, why would you want--

Ah.

- You're him.
- Yeah. I'm me.

Hi.

You can take a moment
if you want.

There's some weapons and stuff
over here if you think
you'll need 'em.

- Thanks.
- He's talkin' to him.

Why is he talkin' to him?
I told him not to talk to him.

Been a while since
we've seen each other.

How'd Quor'toth
work out for you anyway?

Uh, worked out great.
Thanks for askin'.

You know, I've had a long time
to plan for this moment.

I figured you'd be
a lot more... intimidating.

Yeah. Well, I figured...

I was going to Tony Roma's
with my folks tonight,
but I'm here.

- Learn to cope.
- I'll work on it.

Sorry. Not your fight.

Ow! God, that really hurt.

Did it?
Yeah.

I'm sorry. Do you need
to call a time-out?

No, I'm all right.

Open the doorway right now.

Or you'll what? Relax.

Your son has to grow up
sooner or later.

Sit back and watch
his future unfold.

There's no need
to bring back the past
if we don't have to.

You know,
I went to a lot of trouble
to get rid of you.

What a colossal waste of time
that turned out to be.

Open it now--

You changed the world.

Wes, what are you doin'?

- You sold us out
to Wolfram and Hart.
- Be careful.

Is this your 30 pieces
of silver?

Wes, give me that.

He doesn't follow you
any longer.

These prophecies are turning out
to be pretty overrated.

I've gotta tell you.
You're making a good case...

for the whole concept
of free will.

You changed the world.

He's my son, Wesley.
Connor's my son.

Did you trade her?

- Did you trade Fred
for your son?
- What?

Everything that's happened since
we took over Wolfram and Hart,

everything that's
happened to... her--

Did you know?
Was Fred the price?

No. Wes, I can explain.

- Just put that down.
- Why are you so afraid of this?

He said it would
bring back the past.

- Would it undo what you've done?
- No.

- It won't bring her back.
- Let's find out.

No! Please.
You have to trust me.

I can't. Not anymore.

Connor.

Lucky shot.

Connor?

Whoa. You see that?

I went a little hard core
there for a second.

That guy made me
really cranky.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

I guess.

I don't really like people
touching my neck, you know?

Connor, uh--

Hey,

can we... get outta here?

I'd like to go back,
see my parents.

This whole fighting thing--
I'm not--

I'm not sure
it's for me.

You betrayed Angel.

You stole his son.

He tried to kill you.

Yes.

Are these the memories
you needed back?

Does this now
make you Wesley?

At least I know
what happened.

Do you?

There are two sets
of memories--

those that happened
and those that are fabricated.

It's hard to tell
which is which.

Try to push reality
out of your mind.

Focus on
the other memories.

They were created
for a reason.

To hide from the truth?

To endure it.

I thought sunlight
burned you up.

- Special glass.
- Cool.

You should, like,
make a whole suit out of it,
like the pope has.

How's your dad?

He's fine.
They're releasing him now.

I should warn you.
He's pretty pissed.

I told him that you
took me out demon fighting...

and, uh,
almost got me killed.

He wants to have
a talk with you.

- All right. I'll, uh--
- I'm kidding.

Man, you gotta lighten up.

He thinks we spent
the whole night doing tests.

I told him I could bench-press,
like, 1,000 pounds.

What are you gonna tell them
about who you are?

The truth, more or less.
I'll tell them
that I'm different.

I'll tell them it's...
actually a good thing.

I'll tell them
to stop worrying so much.

Well, they're parents.
Yeah, I know.

They'll feel better
knowing you're
looking out for me.

We still haven't found Vail,
but we will.

I'm not too worried
about him.

There's nothing he can show me
I haven't already seen.

Anyway, I just wanted
to say good-bye.

I gotta go back
to my life now.

Oh.

Do you really
have to leave... right now?

I kind of think I should.

I need to take care
of my parents.

This isn't their world.
They really don't
feel safe here.

You gotta do what you can
to protect your family.

I learned that from my father.

Grr! Arrgh!