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Thank you.
Thank you.

Mmm. Hey.

Okay.
Where did you learn
how to do that?

Which part?
Doesn't matter.

How are you?
I'm good.

You're not perfectly happy,
are you?

'Cause I got
my wooden stake right here.

That's not a stake.
I know I brought it.

You're safe.

Okay. And you? Good?

You... weren't thinking about
your little Roman friend or--

Nina, for the last--

Whoa.
Wow. Hey.

For the last...
very long moment, I haven't had
a single coherent thought.

I'm gonna take that
as a compliment.
You really should.

But now the brow is back.

If she's not
on your mind, then--

There's-- There's a lot...
more than usual goin' on.

Work?
Always.

You should get away.
Vacation? You know that word?

Go to Cabo, drink margaritas,
midnight skinny-dipping,
making love on the beach--

Did you catch
how I subtly included myself
in your vacation package?

Nina--

Too pushy, too needy.
I never even said it.

You should make love
on the beach all by yourself.

- It would be wonderful.
I mean it.
- But?

That there--

There are things
that-that I have to do.

Things I've already
set in motion that, uh--

I know I spent years
fighting to get somewhere,

to accomplish something,

and now that
I'm close to it,

I don't like what I see--
who I am.

You're a hero.
Not that word.

Well, you're my hero.

I may not always be.

Like you're not even there.

World trembled
before your feet once.

Now, paddin' around a place
you don't wanna be in,

and the rabble
don't even give you
so much as a polite yawn.

Do not presume I require
any creature's attention.

Wouldn't dream of it, Blue.

Still, you can't enjoy
haunting this place.

Less than what you were,
not knowing what to do
with yourself.

- Believe me, I've been there.
- And what do you know of it?

Long and fascinating tale.
Ghost story, in fact.

Short of it is,
take my advice.

Get out once in a while
before you go bats.

- Out?
- Out.

Outside? That place
just on the other side
of the window?

I've grown wary of this world
since my powers were depleted.

Strange. Though
I've been made more human,

this place
remains disconcerting.

Yeah. Well, I'm afraid
that never goes away.

Anyhow, I though Wesley
was giving you a primer
on all things human.

He and I are no longer
having intercourse.

Yeah. I--
You what? What?

He has ceased
communication with me.

Oh. Oh.
Communi--

My recent reversion
to the Burkle persona
disturbed him,

and he will not
tell me why.

You don't know?

You may not think
you're as powerful
as you were, Highness,

but looking like Fred,
for some of us,

is the most devastating
power you have.

Ah. And there's
the man himself.

Angel, I'd like you to meet
Senator Brucker.

Senator. Welcome
to Wolfram and Hart.

I go way back with this firm.
Back when Holland Manners
was in charge.

You'll find things
have changed a bit
since then.

Charles Gunn.
Head of our
Legal Department.

- Oh. And this is Ernesto,
my personal--
- Vampire.

Aide. I always forget your kind
can sense each other.

Well, I believe in
diversity on my staff.

- It was a big part
of my campaign.
- How commendable.

Harmony, you mind
gettin' us some coffee?
Coming up.

Oh. Thank you, no.
No coffee.

But if it isn't any trouble,
I think Ernesto might like
some blood.

Virgin, if you have it.
Room temperature's fine.

Sorry. We have
a "no human blood" policy.

I can offer you something
in a rodent. We have some
fruity, unassuming vole--

I think we could make
an exception to our policy
this time for the senator.

Couldn't we, Angel?

Harmony, the lab
might have something
in the blood bank.

Why don't you go
check it out?
Okay. You're the boss, boss.

Could I maybe
just have a teeny-weeny--

- No.
- Just thought I'd ask.

Well, Senator,
if there's anything you need,
please call on me.

Rest assured,
you're in good hands.

Shall we?

Angel. There's been
another fatality in Funville.
What?

That abandoned amusement park
downtown. Third victim
in as many nights.

Teeth marks strongly indicate
a Boretz demon.

Ah, bloody Boretz.
Nasty buggers.
Stink to high heaven.

Dress as transients to prey
on the homeless, poor sods.

This last victim was
a teenage girl. A runaway.

- She was ripped apart.
- There's not much
we can do about it now, huh?

Angel, we need to find
this demon and destroy it
before--

Somebody else dies?
Yeah, I know, Wes.

People are dying
every day all over.

- This girl's just
one more statistic--
- Stacey.

The statistic's name
was Stacey Bluth.

Well, you know we can't
save everybody, and we can't
sweat the small stuff.

Small?

Wes, I got a United States
senator waitin' for me,

so just find out what
you can about this Boretz thing,
and we'll talk later.

"Small stuff."
Listen,

you need some Boretz killing
done, I'll have a go.

I haven't had a decent tussle
since the blue meanie and I
stopped sparring.

Yes. All right.
Call me if you find anything.

I'll be in my office,
learning what I can.

He showed no regard
for my presence.

Not that you require
any creature's attention.

You wanna go
find somethin' to hit?

A Gulf War veteran
and Bronze Star recipient,

Mike Conley believes
ethics and integrity matter.

Finding solutions to problems
in our educational system,
health, and child care services.

And Mike Conley believes
in work and in home.

Your home is his work.

He's looking out
for your children's interests.

There. So you can see
my concern.

This Conley campaign's
a juggernaut.

Guy came out of nowhere with his
"Your home is his work" crap.

- Women voters are eating it up.
- And they were mine.

I had a lock on the chick vote,
and now my numbers are slipping.

I didn't claw my way up
from hell and get installed
in a human body...

just to have some pedophile
steal my Senate seat.

- Wait. He's a pedophile?
- Not yet.

But the public
better think he is
when you guys get through.

- Pardon me?
- Help convince Conley he is.

You've got some sort of
brainwashing capabilities
here, don't you?

What's that doctor's name?
Sparrow.

That's the one.
This sounds right up his alley.

Yeah, well, it's not up ours.
Look, I don't care
what kind of services...

you were used to getting with
this firm, but Holland Manners
doesn't live here anymore.

We're not about to ruin
a man's life and reputation
just so you can--

- We can do it.
- What?

Not sure how long
a reconditioning
like that would take.

- The election's in November.
- You're not
seriously considering--

Angel, you just made yourself
a very loyal ally in Washington.

- Angel, we need to talk.
- I'm with the senator now, Gunn.

Boretz demons. Classifications
and case histories.

What am I looking--

We got a serious problem.

- It's Angel. He's--
- Hold on.

Wes?

Aw, hell.

Nice one.

- Did I tell ya?
Ran into Ed the other day.
- Ed?

The grand potentate
whatcha-whosit
of the Fell Brethren?

Right.
How is Ed?

You know the Fells.
All they can talk about
is the baby.

"The baby's doin' this now."
"The baby's doin' that."

"What a wonderful
ritual sacrifice he'll make."
Yak, yak, yak.

Anyway, he couldn't say
enough nice things about you.

- Oh, great.
- Hey, you're really
comin' through, big guy.

- There's a real buzz about you.
- So, how much longer do I
have to wait for an answer?

Hey, these things take time.
Trust me. It won't be long now.

See? This isn't so bad now.

Little field trip
out in the--

well, what passes
in this city
for fresh air.

All we need now
is to bag ourselves
a Boretz demon,

we got ourselves
a perfect date.

Angel does not think...

the casualties of this creature
are important enough to avenge.

I think corporate living's
made him lose his love
for the hunt.

No worries.
More for me then.

It does not
serve his interest.

What are you on about?

I've seen this before
with many rulers.

Your leader
has been corrupted.
Hey. Hang on.

In the first place,
Angel's not my leader.

And in the second,
what the bloody hell
do you mean, "corrupted"?

It always begins the same.

A ruler turns a blind eye
to the dealings or battles
from which he cannot gain...

and a deaf ear to the counsel
of those closest to him.

As his strength increases,
so does the separation between
him and his follow--

Shh.

- You smell that?
- The odors of everything
in this world of men...

are equally repugnant
to me.

Bloody helpful.

You're wrong about Angel.

Not that I don't think
the sod could end up being
a megalomaniacal bastard,

it's just if he did,
I'd know it.

I'd feel it.

You'll have proof
soon enough.

A corrupted ruler
on such a path...

sees treachery and betrayal
all around him.

He cannot suffer intimates.
He will eventually
turn against them.

Guess I don't have to
worry about that,

'cause Angel and me
have never been intimate.

Except that one--
Mark me.

He will murder
one of you.

Actually,

he already has.

Drogyn.

Who is this?
The guardian
of the Deeper Well.

Greenskeeper of your graveyard,
so to speak.

My jailer.

- Illyria.
- Boretz.

Stay away from its mouth.
Its bite is poisonous.

Go for its knees!

I think there's a weak spot--

Okay. Yeah.
That might do it.

Drogyn. What the hell
are you doing here?

Don't give me your "Ask me
no questions, I'll tell you
no lies" bugaboo.

- I came to find you.
- Oh, so you tacked up a sign
on your tree,

waved bye to the Keeblers,
hopped the puddle,

and managed to sniff me out
in a city of ten million.

I can find anyone
who's visited the well,

be they in this world
or any other.

I came to-- to warn you.
- Warn me?

He's bleeding.
You're all torn up, mate.

What did this to you?
The Boretz, was it?

No.
It was Angel.

That'd look good
on a calf.

Pardon?
Thinking of getting
a tattoo, right?

Put a little more bad
in your bad-boy bank.
It should go on your calf.

Angel, something unusual
came across one of my--

Oh, I... didn't realize
you were occupied.

If you don't mind,
Hamilton--

Actually, Wes, we're... kind of
in the middle of something.

Why don't you try me later?

- Yes. Later then.
- Hey, Wes?

Shut the door
on your way out.

Hey.
Is Angel in there?

- He is.
- What's the weather report?

Cold. Icy, actually.

Well, he cut
six of my clients loose.
Didn't even tell me.

I spent all day
talking them off ledges
and off of pill bottles.

I sense that
suicidal celebrities
are beneath Angel's concern.

These are very pretty people
I'm talking about here, Wes.

Four of 'em
getting in shape
for Young Guns III.

- What'd he say?
- Nothing.

He and Hamilton
are in his office.

They're discussing
business strategy.
Hamilton?

Looks like Angel
suddenly started
channeling Leona Helmsley.

- He's not himself,
at any rate.
- What's happening to him?

Yes?

Spike.

It was a Sathari,

part of a clan
of demon assassins.

They fell upon me
last night.

The poison from his four blades
wearing heavy on my limbs--

Yeah. Rousing bit of rah-rah,
mate. Get to the goods.

Once I bested him, I tortured
the Sathari for hours,

until he confessed
who had sent him.

It was Angel.

Tell 'em why.

He said Angel was afraid
I'd find something
in the Deeper Well--

something that would uncover
the truth about his involvement.

- In what?
- Helping Illyria
escape from her tomb.

I thought the release
of her sarcophagus from
the Deeper Well was predestined.

- Yeah. What about that bit?
- That's what I thought
at the time,

but now I believe...

Illyria's resurrection
may have been planned.

- By Angel.
- Oh, that doesn't make
a lick of sense.

Why would Angel
want to spring an Old One?

- I don't think
that was the point.
- Then what was?

Before he died,
the assassin said something
about a sacrifice.

Someone... trusted and dear.

Are you saying...

that Angel was responsible for
what happened to Fred?

I mean, he may not have...
chosen her specifically, but--

Whoa! Let's put a kibosh
on that sentence before
it turns into an ass-kickin'.

Do you think
I gain pleasure in this?

I held Angel an ally,
a brother.

And you believe...
he may have murdered Fred.

I know this is difficult
for you, but Angel was involved.

The information
retrieved from the assassin--

- You ever think he was lyin'?
- No one lies when they're
at the mercy of my wrath.

- Then you're the liar, Aragorn.
- He has to tell the truth.

- It's a curse or something.
- How can we be sure?
We don't know this guy.

Gunn, this is Drogyn
the Battlebrand,

given eternal youth
a thousand years ago.

Demon bane, truth-sayer--

Watchers Council.

Percy did a paper.
Bully for him.

Drogyn, any idea
what this symbol means?

- No.
- Where'd you get that?

This afternoon, someone tapped
into the template interface,

sent a message to me,
and that symbol.

- Somebody's dropping clues.
- Playing games is more like it.

Put me on the short bus,
but I still can't wrap my head
around the notion...

that Angel had anything
to do with Fred, or any of this.

Angel's been doing
a number of things
out of character lately.

- We all noticed it.
- Yeah, but why
is this happening now?

Why the change?

Yes, why the sudden need
to tie up loose ends
like Drogyn?

- Unless--
- He's preparing
to make his move.

What kind of move
we talking about?

There's only one way
to find out. We ask him.

- Drogyn should stay here,
under guard.
- I'm not missing the fireworks.

Hey, Illyria.
You don't... care about
any of this nonsense, do you?

The intricacies of your fates
are meaningless.

Well and good.
You mind watchin' over
our friend Drogyn?

Aw, come on.
New place will do you good.

It's nice and cozy.
Help yourself
to some beer in the fridge.

Switch on the telly
if you get bored, and, uh,

feel free to play a little
Crash Bandicoot.

Give you lot
something to pass the time.

Crash Bandicoot?

Strike these four clauses
and wire it back to them.
See what they make of that.

- Yeah. See what they
make of that.
- Angel?

- Long dinner?
- We need to talk to you.

- Now.
- Boy's dead serious.

Are you comin' then?

Okay, what's on your minds?

- The question is,
what's on yours?
- Our friend Drogyn's in town.

- Is he?
- Yep. Bit marked up though.

Somebody tried
to have him killed.
Know anything about that?

Of course not.
Where is he?

He's safe. Good.

Now, can we get
back to business?

Or was there something else?

"Business." What "business"
are we in, Angel?

Do I really have to
explain this to you people?

We're in the business
of business.

Oil, software,
Worldwide Wickets--
The product doesn't matter.

It's the game that matters.
Get to the top, be the best,
have the most, win.

- Win what?
- You're still
missing the point.

That Angel talkin'?
'Cause it sounds
a lot more like Angelus.

Oh, if I were Angelus,
half of you would already
be dead, just for the fun of it.

One of us already is.
We havin' fun yet?

You wanna know the truth?

The truth is there's only
one of us who ever understood
how things really work.

- Lorne.
- Whoa. Hey, h-hey.

Can I not be the poster child
for your nervous breakdown here?

You didn't judge.
You didn't spend your life
obsessed with good and evil.

You do that, you get swallowed--
lost in the minutiae.

Good, bad, Angel, Angelus--
None of it makes a difference.

I wish it did, but--

You know, an ant
with the best intentions or
the most diabolical schemes...

is just exactly an ant.

And there is one thing
in this business--

in this apocalypse
that we call a world
that matters-- power.

Power tips the scale.
Power sets the course.

And until I have real power--
global power-- I have nothing.

I accomplish nothing.

And how you get this power--
Isn't pretty. Isn't fun.

You think it's Wolfram and Hart
getting to me here,

and maybe you're right,
because they've shown us
what power is.

From day one, they've been
callin' the shots,

and all we've done
is get shot at.

I have a chance
to change that.

And will you?

I mean, not to play
an old saw, but power does
traditionally corrupt.

I mean, you get
high up enough, and--

well, the people,
they do start to look like ants.

I can't worry about that.

- The small stuff.
- Angel?

That important phone call
from... that guy
about that thing--

It's on line three.

We're done here.
I have to take this.

Yeah. "The guy
about the thing."

The "small stuff"
that you can't worry about?

- Would that include Fred?
- I loved Fred.

- That's not an answer.
- Then I guess
you don't get one.

There's got to be something...
behind all this.

A reason.

It could be a ploy.

- For God's sake,
say something.
- What would you like me to say?

Tell you that Angel
loved Fred...

and that in an eon of eons
he would never harm her
in any way?

I wish I could, Wes.

But if he believes
what he's saying,
and I believe he does--

Doesn't make any sense.

Angel never cared
about power.

Well, he's never had any
to care about, has he?

Not real power,
even as Angelus.

And then just like that,
he's king of the mountain.

It's quite a view
from up there.

Tends to make people
want things.

Even if they start
with the... best intentions.

Angel's seen real power and...

he's not lookin' away.

He's gonna go for it, Wes.

You boys look like
you could use a hug.

Nina.

Angel. Hey.

Mmm. This is a nice surprise.

- Everything okay?
- Can we sit down?

Plane tickets?
I don't believe it.
We're getting away?

This is--
But I thought
you didn't have time.

Um-- Wait.
There are three tickets here.

We taking a chaperone?

My sister and Amanda?

I need you to be out of here.
It's typical.

You sleep with a guy,
and he sends your entire family
out of the country.

No, wait. That's actually
not that typical at all.

You couldn't just...
not call?

- It's not safe here.
- Is it ever?

I wanna be with you
if there's trouble.

You don't wanna be with me.
You don't wanna be near me.

- Because I might get hurt?
- Because I'm the thing
that'll hurt you.

What do you call this?

Look, how can I convince you
I wanna be with you?

Show me a fourth ticket.

Look, if--

If I get...
through this... intact,

I'll come for you.

We'll-- We'll have time.

You're the most amazing man
I've ever met,

but you're a crappy liar.

Go. I'm not askin'.

I'll go.

Why on earth
would I stay?

It is a test--
a task of some sort.

You must collect
those crystals...

and fruit.

Why?

Old One,

you have no right
to walk this earth.

Your time has passed.
You belong to the well.

Truly.

I wish now I had never been
brought out of it.

Do you?

I don't know.

I play this game.

It's pointless
and annoys me,

and yet I'm compelled
to play on.

Does that not--

Well, lookee lookee
who's making friends.

- Marcus.
- Dro? How have you been?

You're acquainted
with this creature. Yes.

- We go way back, don't we?
- Too far.

Mmm, the good old days.
So, I hear you're
living in a tree now.

The tree... is the entrance
to the Deeper Well.

I live in a cave.
It's... really quite pleasant.

Sure it's a peach.
Afraid you won't be
returning to it again.

You will not harm him.

Oh, you mean like this?

Uh!

Uhh!

Hang on, Dro.
This'll just take a second.

I gotta tell you.
I'm a little disappointed.

Didn't think a big scary Old One
bled this easily.

Maybe it's this skinny
little body you chose to infect.

Or maybe it's that ray gun
they shot you with
to keep you from exploding.

Or maybe...

you're... just...
not... that...

cool.

Yes, that's probably it.

What are you gonna do?
You gonna beat it out of me?

If you say so.

We all know
how this goes.

Spike beats you to a pulp,
you beg for mercy,
and we get what we came for.

Who needs all that rigamarole?
I told you.

I don't know why Angel
gave up that kid
or anything else.

Me and him,
not too close.

Now can I get back to
my game of solitaire?

- Where'd you get that?
- Doesn't matter.

- What does it mean?

Is that what
all this is about?

All these questions
about Angel?

No. No way.
No way they'd take Angel.

- Who "they"?
- Circle of the Black Thorn.

- Sounds like a little
sewing club for pirates.
- It's a secret society.

- Never heard of 'em.
- That's 'cause they're secret.

There's plenty
of these cabals about.

Usually spend
a lot of time in basements,

paddling one another's bums
to prove their manhood.

These are not frat boys, Spike.
Circle's small. It's elite.

They got connections
you boys can't even comprehend.

They're evil. Sure.

But evil's not the point.
Power is.

- Power.
- Okay, we get it.
They're badass.

- What do they do?

Geez.
You guys always this slow?

Huh?
Starts with "A"?
Ends in "pocalypse"?

It's a well-oiled machine,
this circle.

These people grease the wheels,
keep the parts in place,

make sure man's inhumanity
to man keeps rollin' along.

I thought the senior partners
were responsible
for the apocalypse.

Senior partners
are on a different plane.

Down here,
it's the players in the circle
that make things happen.

Hell, you-- you get tapped
by one of them,

that's kinda like
gettin' the keys
to the chocolate factory.

That's why you came back
to L.A., tried to kill Angel--

to get into the circle.

To be a Black Thorn
is to be the senior partners'
instrument on Earth.

Doesn't get bigger than that.

Looks like Angel succeeded
where you failed.

- He doesn't have it in him.
- Doesn't have what in him?

Well, for starters,
he's got to give up
the champion angle--

quit savin' girls in alleys.

Probably wouldn't even...
make it on the circle's radar...

till he killed
one of his lieutenants.

The senior partners,
the circle--

They're killing Angel
by degrees.

And we all watched it happen.

Guy I knew wouldn't want this--
wouldn't wanna be this.

Angel dedicated his life
to helping others.

Not because he had to,
but because it was
a path he'd chosen.

If he's been swayed from that--
influenced--

then maybe
there's still time.

We can bring him back.

He'd do the same for any of us,
regardless of our actions.

Yeah, but what if
he's skipped too far
down that evil brick road?

Th-- Th-Thank you.

Thank you.

The circle entwined.

Embrace this worthy son.

The thorn draws blood.

The thorn is the power
and the power is absolute.

Welcome to the fold.

Well done, Angel.

Well done.

See, didn't I tell ya
it was gonna happen?

And how about that lamb
we got you for the slaughter?
Any idea who that was?

Drogyn the Battlebrand.
Damn straight.

We got you some supercharged
warrior juice, not some schmuck.
You must feel great.

Okay. Let me introduce you
around to a few people.

Some of these folks you know,
some you don't.

Of course, you're acquainted
with the archduke.

Kudos, child.

I must say, it's gratifying
to see you've returned
to form, Angelus.

- It's still Angel.
- Ah. Well,
what's in a name, eh?

In the spirit
of our new alliance,

you must allow me to throw
a dinner party in your honor.

You know how I love parties.
It's nice to see you again
so soon, Angel.

Senator. I had no idea
you were so well-connected.

Well, I'm not gonna take
the White House in 2008...

on just my sparkling wit
and funding from
hostile governments.

I expect not.

Excuse us, Helen. Angel,
I've got someone here who would
like to pay his respects.

- Vail.
- You've been looking for me.

Actually, I've been...
looking like I'm looking
for you.

- Appearances, you know?

See, Cyvus, I told you
it was all good.

- Now why don't you two
shake hands? Come on.
- No hard feelings then.

Ultimately everything
worked out for the best.

Oh, your son,
he kills quite well. Thanks.

Got a great turnout
for your initiation.
Really?

Oh, yeah. Everybody's here.
Here, let me freshen that up.

- Might wanna stay down.
- Or what?

Careful. Don't wanna
get yourselves hurt.

We know what you been doin'.

Giving up the baby
to the Fell Brethren,
workin' for Senator Bitch,

tryin' to take out Drogyn
to cover up what you did
to Fred.

And for what?
To get in bed with
the Circle of the Black Thorn?

So you figured it out.

Yeah, a little singin'
from a jailbird we know
and loathe.

Lindsey.

And you believed him.
- Doesn't have a reason to lie.

- Doesn't need one.
- Unlike you?

What I do here
is my business.

You don't like how I conduct it,
you can leave before I kill you.

Kill us? Hard to believe we're
having trouble trusting you.

- Just telling it like it is.
- Then we have a problem.

I guess we do.

- We done?
- Let him go.

You don't give the orders.

Lorne, pull this thing
out of me.

Easy. I'm not in a great mood.

Good. Now, let's finish this.

Involvare.

All right.
We have six minutes.

- Till what?
- The glamour collapses.

As far as anyone outside
is concerned, we're still
at each other's throats.

- Aren't we?
- We don't have a lot of time,
so I'm gonna make this short.

Everything you think you know,
everything you've heard...
is a lie.

- Why should we believe you?
- Because I'm the one
who told it.

- Read any good books lately?
- You sent us the message?

- And the assassin
to kill Drogyn.
- So that part was true.

I knew Drogyn could
handle himself. I told
the assassin just enough...

to lead Drogyn to think
I played a part
in resurrecting Illyria.

I figured he'd come here
lookin' for allies against me.

Why would you want us
to believe you killed Fred?

- Because they
needed to believe it.
- The Black Thorn.

They needed to believe my own
people didn't trust me anymore.

They needed to believe a person
as good and as pure as Drogyn
considered me an enemy.

It was the only way
to gain their confidence.

Oh, so this whole Evil Angel
thing's been a big scamola.

Huh. I smell Oscar.

- When did this all start?
- Two months ago,
with a kiss.

- Though it didn't hit me
till later that night.

Cordelia gave you her visions.

One-shot deal.

She put me on the path,
showed me where
the real powers are.

But I couldn't see
who they were.

And then Fred died, and I wasn't
going to let that be another
random, horrible event...

in another random,
horrible world.

So I decided to use it,

to make her death matter.

And it worked.
I'm in.

I've seen the faces of evil.
I know who the real powers
in the apocalypse are.

So all that
"power tilts the scales" crap--

It's true.
We're in a machine.

That machine's gonna be here
long after our bodies are dust.

The senior partners will always
exist in one form or another
because mankind is weak.

Do you want me to point
my crossbow at him,

'cause I think he's gonna
start talkin' about ants again.

We are weak.

The powerful
control everything...

except our will to choose.

Look, Lindsey's a pathetic
half-wit, but he was right
about one thing.

Heroes don't accept
the way the world is.

The senior partners
may be eternal, but we can
make their existence painful.

You wanna take them on?

We're in a machine.
The Black Thorn runs it.

We can bring their gears
to a grinding halt,
even if it's just for a moment.

'Bout time we got
our hands dirty.

This isn't a "keep fighting
the good fight" kind of a deal.

Let's be clear.

I'm talking about killing
every... single... member...

of the Black Thorn.

- We don't walk away from that.
- Do we crawl away at least?

We do this, the senior partners
will rain their full wrath.

They'll make an example of us.

I'm talkin' full-on hell,
not the basic fire-and-brimstone
kind we're used to.

We know the drill.
No, you don't.

Ten to one, we're gone
when the smoke clears.

They will do everything
in their power to destroy us.

So... I need you to be sure.

Power endures.

We can't bring down
the senior partners, but
for one bright, shiny moment,

we can show them
that they don't own us.

You need to decide
for yourselves...

if that's worth dying for.

I can't order you
to do this.

Can't do it without ya.

So we'll vote...
as a team.

Think about
what I'm askin' you to do.

Think about
what I'm askin' you to give.

Kill 'em all.

Burn the house down
while we're still in it.

Somethin' like that.

I'm in.

I'm in.

Drop him!
Angel, you don't want
it to go like this.

Drop-- You and I--
Wes!
Let him go!

Angel, we've got
three people here!
Drop him!

Grr! Arrgh!