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Previously onAngel.

I'm Angel.I'm-I'm Kate.

Are you maybe in need of some rescuing?

[ Kate ] You're telling me you're an investigator?

Look, I know what this looks like.

[ Gun Cocks ]

So do I.

- I've been tracking you since last May. - [ Grunts ]

- [ Gunshots ] - [ Angel ] We're on the same side.

- Move! - You just have to trust me.

I didn't thank you for saving my life.

Aaaaah!

Gosh, Spivey, sorry.

I guess I have a problem expressing myself verbally.

It's something I struggle with.

You stood me up.

You were gonna come to the station...

and answer a few questions, remember?

I forgot?

Not something a girl likes to hear.

I guess we'll just skip the informal invitation...

and, uh, do the more formal thing.

You have the right to remain silent...

but I wouldn't recommend it.

Kate: Look at the pictures.

Spivey: I looked at the pictures.

What's in the pictures?

Me and Little Tony Papazian.

I don't know where he is.

How long are we gonna do this?

So you haven't seen him since the day...

this picture was taken?

[Sniffs]

The day County Supervisor Caffrey was found murdered.

I heard it was a suicide.

[Sigh]

Supervisor Caffrey shot himself.

It happens.

In the back of the head?

Wrapped himself in plastic, and he locked himself...

in the trunk of his car.

He'd been depressed.

Where's Little Tony?

Burbank. Stockholm. The planet Mongo.

I have no idea where he is.

I'm losing patience with this crap.

I'm not.

I'm just getting started.

I had a big breakfast. I could do this all day.

Doesn't she ever have to pee?

Fine. You want to play all day?

Play with yourself.

You charge me or get me gone...

'cause I'm telling you nothing.

Look at the pictures.

Bite me.

Where is he?

Kate, Kate.

Sorry.

Yeah, well, we should have gotten you...

out of there hours ago.

He's not gonna talk.

Then Little Tony's good as gone.

We can't find him, and I don't know anyone who can.

It's about time!

Not a lot of enchanted swordsmiths open on Sunday.

[Groans]

Make sure you cut off all the limbs and both heads this time.

Remember to bury the parts separately.

I don't want this thing...

coming back to life again.

That's it?

Gonna go clean out the nest.

I'll see you back at the office.

Ok, am I wrong in thinking...

that a "please" and "thank you"

is generally considered good form...

when requesting a dismemberment?

Well, he appreciates us in his own...

unappreciative way.

You know what I think?

I think he uses his tortured-creature- of-the-night status...

as a license to be rude and insensitive.

Sure, he's polite to the helpless and the downtrodden...

but he ignores the people that are closest to him...

the people who matter the most, you know?

Can you say clueless?

Does giant tentacle spew come out with dry cleaning?

Oh, good, you're back. Cordelia, you need to--

No.

I don't care what horrible thing's about to happen.

Asteroids are hurtling towards Earth.

Unspeakable evil is rising in the San Fernando Valley.

Jar Jar is getting his own talk show. Whatever.

I don't want to hear about it.

Not until you ask us how it went.

Call your mother back.

She phoned saying she'd like to speak with you...

and what are you talking about?

You do remember leaving us in a sewer...

with a giant calamari?

Yeah, and you're both here.

So I assume it went ok, right?

Yeah, it went ok.

Of course it went ok, ok?

That's not the point.

So there is a point?

Being that it is possible to brood...

and show a little interest in the feelings of others.

Oh, she thinks you're insensitive...

and, not to bring up the irony, but consider the source.

So I'm a little reserved.

Doesn't mean I don't care.

It's like you don't have a pulse.

I don't.

Well, spend a little time...

listening to how the living interact.

Kate.

Angel.

Got a minute?

Sure.

Coffee?I'm fine.

Mr. and Mrs. Spock need to mind-meld now.

His name's Tony Papazian.

Street name-- Little Tony, and he's a bad guy.

We've already got an indictment against him...

for the murder of a county supervisor.

Just one problem.

We don't know where to send the subpoena.

You can't find him.

He's still in the city, we're pretty sure.

But all my sources are dry.

Want me to look into it?

I'll pay for whatever you can get.

I already owe you favors. You don't need to--

This isn't a favor.

It's a job. That's how we do it.

This number is my direct line.

All right.

Time's a factor. Tony's looking to skip town.

Got it.

You find him, you call me.

Nothing above nor beyond.

You cannot be a part of this.

You don't want to get a reputation...

for going outside the department.

I don't want to get a reputation for getting you killed.

Anything?

Plenty here on Papazian.

Known acquaintances, hangouts.

But you've got to figure the cops have already been over all this.

Yeah, but we haven't.

Uh, Cordelia, I wanted to, you know...

thank you so much...

for going through those coroner reports.

Because I can imagine how not fun it is...

to read about...

you know, coroner stuff.

Lame.

What do you got?

The weebies.

This guy clearly has anger management issues.

You've got victims and victim parts washing up...

all over the Southern California coast.

Long Beach, San Pedro, Carlsbad.

Pull up the tidal flow charts for the last 10 months.

Match them to the dates of these murders.

Tides. What, you think this guy's got some primary dumping ground?

Maybe all these victims originate from the same spot?

Somewhere Little Tony feels safe.

Daddy.

Katie.

I saw you. Were you planning on saying hi?

I figured you're working.

I'm not here very long, anyway.

Just dropping off some pension forms up in records.

If you think you got a lot of red tape on the job...

wait till you retire.

Harlan says they're throwing you...

a send-off at the Blue Bar.

Just some of the guys looking to give me a hard time.

Not a big deal.

Well, he said I should say something...

you know, just a few words to mark the occasion...

seeing as you're my father.

That would be fine.

Don't go to any trouble.

It's no trouble, really.

Officer: Detective, you got a call on 229.

Thanks.

I guess I better--

Yeah.

Lockley.

8843 Hyperion Way, right off Pier 39, San Pedro.

You found him? You're sure?

Max Salvage Depot, northwest side.

Got some muscle on hand.

I'm on my way. Just get out of there.

Angel: Damn it.

And don't forget to water my plants.

Sure thing.

And talk to them. They like that.

Hi.

This is exciting, isn't it?

I just love boat trips.

Who's the mook?

Herb Saunders, Baltimore.

It's Herb Saunders.

Cripes, the freeways you people have in this town.

I've been driving around in circles all day...

but the brochure did say boats leaving every 2 hours.

I think you're still lost.

That's not the boat to Catalina?

No.Are you sure?

I could have sworn the ticket said Pier 39.

It's here somewhere. I just had it.

Come on, get out of here.

Benny, I don't like that guy.

It was the hat, wasn't it?

I knew the hat was too much.

Hi, Tony.

Which part of "just get out of there" gave you the trouble?

I had to do something.

I mean, he was getting away.

So you decided to dress like a road flare...

and put my ass and yours on the line?

Look, just go.

I'll figure out something to tell my lieutenant.

[Car Engine Starts]

I want my phone call.

Gotta cancel the suite in Yerevan?

Think you can still get your deposit back?

You, uh, you've been running after me for a long time...

haven't you, sweetheart?

If I'd have known how bad you wanted me...

I--I might have had you catch me a little sooner.

If I had known how much you needed the exercise...

I might have let you run a little longer.

Receptionist: Wolfram and Hart.

Little Tony: Get me Lee Mercer.

Yes, Mr. Papazian.

We're already well aware of the situation.

And are you aware I've got a certain thorn in my side?

Oh, yes. We understand the factors very clearly.

And I think I can say with some confidence...

that thorn is about to be removed.

Permanently.

Here is your copy of our petition to the courts...

to transfer our client out of this precinct.

What for?

For his own safety, Lieutenant.

Aww, is he afraid to stay with us?

Do you need a night-light?

You got a pretty mouth, Katie.

Hate to see it get broken.

I want that stricken from the record.

Mr. Papazian is under tremendous stress...

due to the abuse suffered at the hands of your officers...

and an as-yet unnamed assailant...

we believe was in league with Detective Lockley...

at the time of the arrest.

I wouldn't know about that, sir.

I saw you talking to him.

Yeah, was that before or after you murdered Supervisor Caffrey...

you fat piece of--That's enough.

I want her verbal abuse entered in the record.

- Thhh-- - That "thhh," too.

All of Mr. Papazian's rights will be duly respected while--

Mr. Papazian is a very important client at Wolfram and Hart.

Any further violation of his rights...

and there will be serious repercussions.

And what exactly the hell does that mean?

It means we'll open this case to the court of public opinion.

It means we'll shine a light...

in the darkest corners of this precinct...

and give the people a view of the brutality...

and callousness of this police force...

that will make Mark Fuhrman look like Gentle Ben.

Everybody should have a lawyer like this one.

So how nice is it to finally have...

a simple "find the crime lord" case?

Over and done with.

Yeah.

Wait. You've got pensive face.

I've always got pensive face.

Pensiver face.

I'm not so sure this thing...

is so over and done with, that's all.

There's something about Little Tony.

What something?

Mmm, just a feeling I got.

Mm-hmm.

What?

Nothing.

I just find it endlessly fascinating...

how your instincts are so highly attuned...

when it comes to boring old evil...

but you have yet to make any mention...

of these new shoes.

Look, Cordelia.

Women's shoes. Men--

Great shoes. New?

So you were right. Papazian's planning something.

What'd you hear?

Papazian's planning something.

That's it?

Johnny Red says, quote, "Papazian's planning something."

I thought he might be planning something.

See? You were right.

Home run, Lockley.

Way to go.Nice work, Lockley.

No, your dad paid for the drink.

Tony Papazian, huh?

Yeah.

Well, congratulations.

Thanks.

Here's hoping the bust doesn't fall apart...

before you finish filing the paperwork.

Damn lawyers, huh?

Yeah.

Harlan.

You see this?

Sensitivity training?

Everyone's gotta take it.

Word is it's because what you did to Papazian.

What I did?

Oh, somebody's gonna answer for this.

Think they'll make us hug?

I'm not hugging you, sweat boy.

Glad I'm getting out.

In my day, we didn't need any damn sensitivity.

I'm guessing not too many of you...

want to be here right now.

Quick show of hands. Who actually wants to be here?

Well, I'm not gonna waste your time.

What I am gonna do is give you some tools...

to help you experience the full range...

of human emotions.

Learning that won't just make you better people...

it'll help you diffuse volatile situations...

in the field.

It'll allow you to manage some of your aggression...

so you won't feel so tired all the time.

In short...

it'll make you better cops.

One of the tools we use is this.

It's called a talking stick.

I know, it sounds silly.

But it works, if you give it a chance.

It's our contract with each other.

Whoever holds this has the freedom...

to express himself or herself completely...

without judgment, within the confines of this room.

Heath?

I don't think so.

Go ahead. Give it a try.

Now why don't you start by telling us...

something about your family.

How you grew up. Any siblings?

Six brothers.

And what was that like?

I learned to hit back pretty quick.

Your brothers went kind of hard on you, huh?

Where were your parents?

It was just my mom.

She did the best she could.

So you had to get tough right out of the gate.

Shut down your emotions?

It's ok.

You have our permission to be honest.

Is there something that you always wanted to say to your mother...

but never could?

Will you marry me?

Kate.

You'd like to share something?

We'd like to hear it.

No, I don't, really.

Afraid?

Genuine emotion makes you uncomfortable.

That's ok.

Your inappropriate sarcasm masks anger.

And do you know what anger is, Kate?

It's just fear.

Fear of being hurt. Fear of loss.

You've been hurt, haven't you, Kate?

And you're afraid of being hurt again.

Who are you afraid is gonna hurt you?

Man: Hell if I know.

Yeah, but you told me you heard something, right?

"Planning something." That's all I heard.

Who'd you hear it from?

Guys that work for Little Tony.

They're in my Thursday night spinning class.

What did they say exactly?

Well, they weren't actually talking to me.

They were talking to a couple of guys...

in Izzy Brancato's crew.

I overheard on account of they had to shout over the bikes.

What, and all these guys are at your gym?

Yeah.

Why, you got some kind of thug rate special there?

No, but if you want to sign up...

I get a discount for bringing you in.

Hey, guys. What was said?

Right. Izzy's boys...

they say to Little Tony's crew...

you know, now L.T.'s in the clink...

they get to look for new employment.

But L.T.'s guys say no.

'Cause no stupid bitch is gonna get the best of L.T.

You know what that means?

I think it stands for Little Tony, yeah?

It means he's going after Kate.

Angel.

We need to talk.

I know. I want to apologize for the other night.

You don't have to do that.

Well, that's not what my sensitivity trainer says.

That's pretty goofball, right?

Still, thanks for what you did.

You're welcome.

Listen, what are you doing tomorrow night...

around eightish?

My father's having this retirement party thing...

with a bunch of his old cop buddies.

I'm supposed to say a few words.

It'd be nice if there was at least one person there...

who wasn't, you know, armed.

It'd be a favor.

Sure.

Ok, that was easy. I'm relieved.

Something wrong?

Kate, I think you may be in real danger.

Ok, the relief part's done.

Look, I've heard some things.

I don't know the specifics yet...

but I think Papazian's taking a contract out on you.

Wow.

Yeah, I'm gonna stay on this--

He's really acting out, isn't he?

Well, yeah. He wants you dead.

Oh, I get that.

I'm just saying he must be in some kind of pain...

to have to strike out at others in that way.

Are you ok?

God, listen to me.

Suddenly I'm Dr. Laura.

Next thing, I'll be talking about processing and my inner child.

I'm sure I'll be back to my usual level of cynicism in no time.

I'm sensing some tension.

I think you should tell me.

What are you feeling?

Concerned.

We went to great effort and expense...

to get you into that precinct.

Is it working?

Of course it's working.

After tomorrow's session...

you'll see results.

Incredible results.

That makes me feel all warm inside.

Boy, I'm scared.

And excited.

And consumed with dread.

And glad you're here.

I doubt even one of Little Tony's hired guns...

would try something in a room full of cops.

What? Oh, that death threat hanging overhead.

No, I meant speaking in public.

Well, what's that old saw--

picture your audience in their underwear?

Way ahead of you.

Happy retirement, Daddy.

All right. See you later.

Who's this?

This is Angel. He's a friend.

Angel, this is my father.

Hello, Mr. Lockley. Congratulations.

For what? All I did was live this long and not get shot.

Why do you do that?

Do what?

Pretend important things don't matter.

So, Angel, how long you been seeing Katie?

We're, um, pretty new friends.

Well, good to see her out with a man.

I was starting to wonder if she didn't lean in another direction altogether.

Lieutenant: All right, everyone.

Before we cut the cake...

the other Officer Lockley-- the good-looking one--

would like to say a few words. Kate?

[Applause]

Hi, everybody.

Welcome to the end of an era.

Now the old man would like us to believe...

he could care less about all this attention and free booze.

But I know him better than that.

He put a lot of years in on the job...

and he made a difference in a lot of lives.

And now it's over.

It's a huge deal, no matter what he says.

In fact, I don't really know...

what he's gonna do with himself.

He forgot how to be anything but a cop a long time ago.

And maybe, maybe that's--that's why I became a cop, too.

After Mom died, you stopped, you know.

It was like you couldn't stand the sight of me.

Her face, her eyes looking up at you.

But big girls don't cry, right?

You said gone's gone, and there's no use wallowing.

Worms and dirt and nothing, forever.

Not one word about a better place.

You couldn't even tell a scared little girl a beautiful lie.

[Sobs]

God, I wanted to drink with you.

I wanted you to laugh once with me.

The way you laughed with Jimmy here or Frank.

What the hell'd they do to her in that class?

My best friend Joanne.

Her mom was soft, and she smelled like macaroni and cheese...

and she would-- she would pick me up on her lap...

and she'd rock me.

She said she wanted to keep me for herself.

That I was good and sweet.

Everybody said I was.

Do you realize that you have never told me that I'm pretty?

Not once in my life.

Keep going, Katie.

Well, I can't anymore, Dad.

I can't campaign for the office of your beloved daughter.

You closed your heart after Mom left us, and that's it.

[Sobs]

That was so damn brave.

Are you kidding me?

Her old man's party wasn't the forum.

She can't worry about protecting him.

Let it out, Dale.

I always knew your mother was controlling.

I'm passive- aggressive?

I'm hearing a lot of denial.

She abused the process. I'm gonna tell her.

With that breakthrough?

You're completely blocked.

Your need for catharsis is not the issue here.

I'll give you catharsis.

For God's sakes, Jimmy, keep it together, will you?

Take him back to his precinct.

Let him sleep it off with the drunks.

You should do likewise!

Come on. Let's go.

All right, I'm here. What's the big emergency?

These middle-of-the-night hours...

are really eating into my potential social life.

Why I ever thought it was a nifty idea to work for a vam... triloquist.

Hi.

Hi. Drink this.

You have the most intense eyes.

I see such an old soul.

He gets that a lot, you know.

I thought that enigmatic thing was just an act to get women.

The truth is, you don't have an insincere bone...

in your body, do you?

Kate, I need you to tell me about the sensitivity training.

Who's running it?

You wanna go? It's pretty wonderful. Gets you where you live.

- I need to know his name. - We all need... so much.

What's her deal? Too much, uh--

Thumb sucking?

Alcohol, dummy.

Don't look at me like that.

I'm not the one that needs to brush up on her finger pantomime.

It's something to do with this training that she had at work.

♪ Someone's got a crush ♪♪

What?

It's right there. How he feels about you.

And you don't know what to do about it.

Please! We just joke around.

Where is the truth? Where is the truth?

He's hiding behind Mr. Humor.

I mean, look at-- look at Doyle. Really look at him.

What do you see?

A bad double-poly blend?

That's defense, Cordelia.

Maybe you should try to open your heart to a new possibility.

Hey, you know, she's starting to make some--

Angel!

I got his address. 322 Fletcher.

What are your secrets? What aren't you telling me?

I'm so glad we came down to watch Late Night with creepy cop lady.

You came down here to stay with her while I find this guy.

Don't let her out of your sight.

What's going on here?

That's a good question, Allen.

Can we get you some coffee or Valium or both?

He walked out on me. He just walked out.

Oh... he'll be back.

Not Angel. My father.

Oh.

I have to find him.

Maybe you should just hold off on that for the time being.

Angel said we should wait here.

I hear what you're saying, but I need to find my daddy now.

Detective Lockley, you're not exactly yourself at the moment.

- Why don't we all just-- - Help each other.

Right. By staying here together.

We could, but see, I have this--

Personal problem you're gonna share till dawn?

Gun, and I don't wanna come off as insensitive...

but if either one of you try and stop me...

I'll have to blow you the crap away...

because I'm gonna find my dad.

Which demon do you worship, huh?

Which one gives you your power?

A whole bunch, actually.

I'm a polytheist.

I'm not here to play games.

You have rage. I get that.

What did you do to Kate Lockley?

You know what anger is? It's just fear.

I know what fear is. I can smell it right now.

That's good. Give yourself permission to open up.

What were your parents like?

My parents were great.

Tasted a lot like chicken.

Why don't you talk, huh?

I'm sorry I was insensitive, George.

Listen, I'm having an epiphany.

Not right. All trapped together that way.

The bigger ones picking on the weaker ones.

It's not right.

Makes them more brutal than they were when they came in.

Remember this, brothers.

An act of kindness is just as manly--

Dad!

Daddy!

You want to talk about whiplash?

I'll tell you about whiplash.

I've got emotional whiplash from having to deal with people like you...

day in and day out.

If anyone's the victim here, it's me.

I've alienated my friends, my family.

My own children are afraid of me.

I can't even make love to my wife.

I hear what you're saying...

but I don't think you're listening to your mugger's feelings at all.

Ooh, boy.

What are you two--It's Kate. We followed her here.

She's totally lost it. She looked ready to do some damage.

It's not just her, by the looks of things.

The whole place is going nuts.

This is so not good.

I think someone needs a hug.

Huh?

[Groans]

Hey, what's your damage?

I think you just found Mr. Sensitivity.

He was right in here all the time, just waiting to come out.

Gosh, what our folks do to us, huh?

Please, Daddy, if you're there, pick up. We need to talk.

Daddy!

Ahhh... he put the whammy on you!

You stink with whammy.

She's right.

The talking stick-- it's cursed all right.

There's a stick that talks?

Cordelia, do you have any idea just how precious you are?

Let's just talk about the stick.

He uses it as a talisman.

Anyone who handles it becomes infected.

He admitted it to me after I... threatened him with physical violence.

What's his trip?

Wolfram and Hart-- the firm hired this guy to neutralize the police...

so Little Tony could make his escape.

It'll wear off.

Soon?

So there was never any contract on Detective Lockley?

Little Tony's plan all along was to kill her himself.

Poor guy.

Poor guy?

Well, he's got issues.

Angel, man, you gotta snap out of this!

Right now. It's time for you to get all vampy-- grrr! Kate needs you!

I don't want to. You both withdraw when I go vamp. I feel you judge me.

We won't judge you. Will we? Give it a try.

Closeness is too important to me right now.

Angel, man, Kate is in there.

Along with killer guy.

We're closed.

You're the police. You can't close!

Why not? Haven't we done enough?

It's always "find this, rescue that" with you people.

Well, see how you like it.

I wanted to express my regret...

for having treated you so shabbily.

So I composed a poem about it.

"I saw a leaf, and I did cry."

It hurts, doesn't it, when people don't listen?

When they reject you?

You know?

I ought to.

For 2 years, I've been saying to you with everything I have...

"Love me, Kate. Need me the way I need you."

But you never notice...

never return my desire.

You just sit at that desk next to mine...

smelling the way you do, taunting me.

You guys, you're working for Little Tony now.

You'll find I'm stern...

but fair.

Now come on. Let's go kill us a lady cop.

Cordelia: We need a rock.

Angel: I can't say that I'm very comfortable with all this.

Don't argue. This is the only way in.

Doyle: Here, this one should do it.

Aim for the window.

I was.

Give me that.

Nice arm.

Angel, now it's your turn. Come on.

Come on. Let's go!

Wow. That's vandalism.

We'll take care of it later.

We should leave a note.

Would you come on.

What's the magic word?

Urgh!

I don't believe "urgh" is the magic word...

if one would call it a word.

And even then, certainly not a magic one.

We don't have time for this.

There's always time to be considerate of others, Cordelia.

Oh, please.

See, that wasn't so hard now, was it?

Thought you finally had it over on me, huh?

Thought you were smarter than Little Tony.

Nobody beats me, baby. Not even a stone bitch like you.

I am not a bitch!

I'm just protected.

No one protecting you now.

Angel: Hey!

I'm feeling some serious negative energy in this room.

Go on. Take care of him.

Oh, I've been wanting to see you again.

I'm sure he'd say the same thing...

but that gun really makes you come off as hostile.

That and the body Language. It's so closed.

Yeah.

- Angel, man, fight, don't talk. - We are so dead.

Now... why don't we all sit down together...

and process this?

Seems that sensitivity training I paid for...

really took, huh, nancy boy?

How do you think that makes me feel?

Ok, now I'm feeling unheard.

You know, Anthony, you can be a rainbow...

and not a...

"painbow."

I mean, it really is all up to you.

You.

No, you.

Come here.

Anyone for vomit?

It's so sad, isn't it?

Some people just really need to live in the problem.

What do I pay you for?

Where the hell are you? I want my limo here now.

I'm afraid that's not possible, Mr. Papazian.

What? What are you telling me?

You shot up a precinct and attempted to murder a police officer...

in full view of witnesses.

We can't risk that kind of exposure.

You're the one set this thing up.

We opened a door for you. The point was for you to walk through it...

not blast your way out.

The senior partners feel you've become a liability.

We can't waste valuable energy on you...

when there are more pressing issues at hand.

Pressing issues? What pressing issues?

Our relationship is terminated, as is this phone call.

Morning.

Yeah, right.

How do you feel?

Pretty foolish. You?

I'm all right.

Internal Affairs is investigating the Blue Bar.

They think someone there spiked the punch.

Seems like everybody went a little crazy.

I know I did with my dad.

Well, maybe it helped.

Did I-- Did I say anything to you?

I'm a little fuzzy myself.

Good.

I should get back to work.

Yeah, me, too.

Hi. Katie.

Got your messages on my machine.

Yeah, that was kind of a bizarre night.

Lockley: Katie.

No, don't say anything.

You make an idiot out of yourself...

embarrass me in front of the guys.

Don't bring that up ever again.

Far as I'm concerned...

didn't happen.

Grr! Arrgh!