Giles becomes a local celebrity. But his girlfriend has a problem with the new Slayer. Angel tries to coexist with Xander. Buffy thinks Faith coexists a little too well with Dawn's friends. And Angel does his best to cheer up Cordy.
It's 7 am, Monday morning. The gang is in Buffy's kitchen, eating breakfast. The Potentials eat standing up around the island. Andrew's cooking omelettes. Buffy, Xander, Anya, Dawn, Giles and a groggy Faith sit at the kitchen table. All of them are dressed, except for Anya, who's in her bathrobe. Buffy scans that morning's Sunnydale Times, looking for possible monster attacks. As befits that town, The society page is next to the obituaries.
DAWN: How do you feel about working with Angel?
XANDER: He's not working with me. Not if he wants his house to not fall down.
DAWN: But you'll be around him all day. And you'll have power tools.
ANYA: If he insults you, you could give him a nasty sanding. Or amputate his limbs with a circular saw. So much for the customer always being right.
XANDER: Vampires are nocturnal. I'll only be there in the daytime. Hopefully we won't cross paths.
DAWN: But you may see Connor.
ANYA: Or Cordelia.
XANDER: They're not paying me enough for that.
GILES: I thought you charged them $20,000?
XANDER: You're right. They are paying me enough.
BUFFY: Where did Angel get that kind of money?
XANDER: It's Cordelia's money. Demon tribute, from when she was all-powerful.
ANYA: You're laundering demon money? Even I never sunk that low.
XANDER: There's no laundering. I'm keeping the money. I mean, I'm giving most of it to my crew, and they're keeping it too.
BUFFY: Oh my God!!
XANDER: What's, Buffy?
BUFFY: I don't believe this!
FAITH: Figured by now you'd seen it all.
BUFFY: Not this. Giles, you're in the paper!
FAITH: No.
GILES: Did they spell my name right? Is there a picture? Is it a good picture?
XANDER: Why would Giles be in the news?
BUFFY: Because he went on a date.
FAITH: That is news.
ANYA: What kind of banner headline will they run when he has sex?
BUFFY: "Mayor Estella Santos was spotted Saturday at Benucci's with raffish Brit Rupert Giles."
GILES: [smiles] I'm raffish?
FAITH: Did you say mayor? [Faith goes quiet, sinks into her chair and looses her appetite.]
BUFFY: "Mister Giles, currently unemployed, is the former Head Librarian at Sunnydale High School."
Giles looks wounded.
GILES: Well that was just catty.
ANYA: And completely accurate.
XANDER: G-man has a job. It's just a secret job.
GILES: Thank you, and please don't ever call me that again.
FAITH: I'm sorry, did you say mayor?
Buffy, Giles and Xander realize how awkward this could be. Of course, Anya doesn't.
ANYA: She's not evil like the Mayor you supported. In fact, I think Giles said something about her family having a century-long blood feud with him.
GILES: Faith, I understand if this is uncomfortable for you. Estella is a wonderful woman, and I'm sure she won't hold any animus towards you.
FAITH: Please. I'm totally five by five. We're all sleeping with someone's old enemy.
GILES: I suppose with us that is more than merely a saying.
XANDER: Scary, but true.
GILES: But I'm not sleeping with Stella. We only met three days ago.
BUFFY: Counting the days. Sure sign you're falling for her.
GILES: Do I gossip about your relationships?
BUFFY: No. [looks nauseous] Thank God.
ANYA: We're just preparing you for the inevitable media onslaught.
GILES: Don't be ridiculous.
ANYA: She is a public figure.
DAWN: Almost a local celebrity.
XANDER: Before long you'll be fending off the paparazzi.
ANYA: This is the Hellmouth. Couldn't we let the vampires eat the paparazzi?
A few minutes later, the gang heads out. Xander leaves for Los Angeles. Anya finds herself spending the morning alone with Andrew. She'll be so happy when Spike wakes up. Everyone else goes to school. Buffy and Faith are walking towards the front door.
FAITH: Huge. Cold. Bland. Reminds me of the slammer. Do they have an exercise yard?
BUFFY: Just a basement filled with ghosts. Did your prison have that?
FAITH: I wish. [pauses] Are we getting along?
BUFFY: No. I'm pretty sure we're just faking.
FAITH: Good. So explain to me again what's up with this.
BUFFY: We train here.
FAITH: Since when?
BUFFY: Friday. Giles thought it would do the girls some good to get out and about. Plus, back then the house wasn't safer than anywhere else.
FAITH: Now that's changed. Shouldn't Giles want to keep the girls under wraps?
BUFFY: The First doesn't do public attacks in broad daylight. And put yourself in the Potentials' place.
FAITH: Good point. I would have also hated being trapped for months in a house with you.
BUFFY: See! There's that good old-fashion animus bubbling up to the surface.
FAITH: Nice to know I haven't lost my touch. What does the school think of this? What do the other kids think?
BUFFY: Giles knows some administrator. The same guy who got him the librarian job. Most of the students haven't noticed. Just like when we used to train at school.
FAITH: But this time you've come back in force, B. With a whole team of Slayers.
BUFFY: A couple months ago, the Hellmouth made everyone in school go insane.
FAITH: Kids round here must be used to the weirdness. Or, you're just not the head-turning type. We'll see how big a splash I make.
At ten in the morning, Angel is awoken by the loud clamor of construction. He meets Lorne in the third floor hallway. Angel's wearing black slacks and a gray v-neck long-sleeve t-shirt. Lorne is in pink slippers and an aqua bathrobe.
LORNE: And I thought destroying this place made a racket.
ANGEL: You can't sleep either?
LORNE: Not even on the fifth floor, with earplugs. This must be toughest on you, chief, on account of your hearing aides being permanently set at eleven.
ANGEL: The pounding I can block out. It's the high-frequency noise from the saws that drives me crazy. I'm sure it also drives away customers. How can I get my business back on its feet with all this going on?
LORNE: The others are trying to figure it out downstairs. They found a reasonably quiet cubby hole in the basement with a phone jack. If it's okay with you, I'm thinkin' of slipping back into my own hole-in-the-wall on Melrose. At least until the day laborers head out. I'm not much for construction workers who aren't dancing with indian chiefs.
ANGEL: Go ahead. We're more of a five-to-nine business anyway.
With the stairs under repair, Angel takes the elevator down to the lobby. The first thing his sees is Xander cutting wooden boards with a circular saw. Xander doesn't notice until he's finished cutting, turns off his circular saw and pulls back his goggles. For Angel, the noise is literally deafening.
XANDER: Angel! You here to check out our work!?
ANGEL: No! Just passing through!
He looks around and walks along the back of the lobby. Xander instructs some of his crew. Angel grabs his left arm and turns Xander around.
ANGEL: Why are the columns wood!
XANDER: What!
ANGEL: Why are the columns wooden!
Xander laughs. He thinks Angel's joking. After a few seconds he realizes the naive client is serious.
XANDER: These are just the molds!
ANGEL: The what!
XANDER: The molds!! We don't start pouring until Wednesday!
ANGEL: Oh. Why so late?
He suspects Xander the contractor of dragging this out to pad his bill. Xander condescendingly puts his left arm around Angel's shoulders and walks him away from the din of the workmen.
XANDER: How many indoor two-story art deco columns have you poured?
ANGEL: How many have you poured?
XANDER: That's not the issue. You focus that pretty undead head of yours on demon-killing and damsel-saving and all the other things you're so good at. Leave the rebuilding to me. Kapish?
Boy, was Xander asking for it. But Angel would prefer his lobby in its original condition. Still, there was Angel's galling problem of Xander (of all people!) trying to out alpha-male him. He couldn't let that stand. So Angel went bumpy and quickly turned his head to the right, so he is looking Xander in the eyes. Xander removes his left hand from Angel's shoulder and jumps six feet back. Watching Xander catch his breath, Angel know he had made his point. His face returns to human form. Xander quickly regains his composure.
XANDER: I'm glad you see my point.
Xander turns around and goes back to work. Angel walks downstairs and follows his friends' voices to the room where they have set up shop. It was noticeably quieter than the upper floors.
ANGEL: The concrete floor really muffles the noise.
FRED: Hey Angel.
ANGEL: Any calls?
GUNN: Nope. Too early.
ANGEL: Glad to know I didn't miss anything.
WES: Suppose someone did call. From here, we'd hardly be able to do anything. No books. No internet connection. I can't see why we shouldn't repair to my offices for the week. Lillian would welcome the company.
ANGEL: But if we went to your office and used your secretary to handle our business, wouldn't that give the appearance that we were working for you?
WES: Perhaps. That is, if you are more worried about appearances than efficiency.
GUNN: If you still got your own crew, what are you doing over here? Lending a hand in your spare time?
WES: I was going to suggest a merger of our two agencies. It does seem rather wasteful for us to compete rather than joining forces and combining our resources.
ANGEL: You don't expect me to agree to a merger of equals? I agree that that it's immature for us to poach clients from each other and not work together. But there's no way I'm letting you own as much as the rest of us combined.
WES: Which is why I'm proposing no such thing. I plan to sell my agency to Clifford and Lillian and bring the more difficult and lucrative clients — the ones Cliff can't handle — over here. All I'm asking for is a quarter share, the same as the rest of you.
FRED: I have a share? No one ever told me I have a share.
GUNN: Who does own Angel Investigations?
ANGEL: I do!
GUNN: Not after you ditched us.
WES: And when you returned, you agreed that the four of us were equal partners.
FRED: Ya'al need to fill me in on what happened here before we met.
GUNN: So Angel and me owned the business after you and Cordy left for . . . personal reasons.
ANGEL: Where is Cordy?
FRED: I ran this place all summer. I kept us one step ahead of eviction. Shouldn't I get a piece?
WES: I think you should.
Fred looks at Gunn.
GUNN: Damn straight. I thought Angel had made you a partner a long time ago.
FRED: Angel?
ANGEL: Okay. And if Cordelia wants in, she gets one too. Even though it's my name on the letterhead.
GUNN: What do you need the extra green for?
ANGEL: To each according to his needs? What country are we in, again?
WES: You pay no taxes. Your housing is paid for by the company. The only expenses you have are for blood and clothing.
FRED: And pig's blood's like half the cost of milk. No wonder you can afford such nice designer knock-offs.
ANGEL: Excuse me? Did you say knock-offs? You take that back right now.
GUNN: Were you like this before Cordy?
ANGEL: Where is she? And where's my son?
FRED: Connor didn't like the noise. He went to the library.
ANGEL: What library?
GUNN: The one you liked to break into for research even though we got a computer right here.
ANGEL: They have a T-1 connection. And I get more done using two machines at once. You're telling me Connor is reading?
FRED: You didn't know he was literate?
ANGEL: I knew my son could read. I didn't know he liked doing it. What does he read?
FRED: Couple days ago he asked me somethin' bout existentialism.
Angel smiles and his eyes light up.
ANGEL: Chip off the old block.
GUNN: Please don't be havin' a moment.
ANGEL: You have a problem with me feeling proud of my own son?
FRED: We have a problem with you tempting fate to make you its bitch. Every time you have one of these moments of mini-happiness, something bad happens. Angel, you have to be careful. You have zero-sum karma.
WES: You believe the Curse has become atomized?
FRED: Don't you think there are gradients?
WES: It may appear to be that way. But you're mixing concepts. Gypsy curses have nothing to do with karma.
FRED: Why not? Aren't the Gypsies from India?
WES: Interesting point. It could be an atavistic holdover.
ANGEL: Can you not talk about be like a test subject when I'm standing five feet away?
Fred puts her right hand on Angel's left shoulder.
FRED: I'm sorry, Angel. We're just tryin' to help ya.
GUNN: No you ain't. You're taking my simple advice and making it wordy and pointless.
FRED: Maybe we were getting a little post-structuralist for a moment there.
GUNN: That's the sorta wack-ass wordplay I was talking about.
Faith and Buffy stand against the wall, just inside the entrance of the high school commons, where the Potentials and about two hundred students are eating lunch.
FAITH: Don't they seem smaller?
BUFFY: Younger maybe. It's not like I've grown.
FAITH: I haven't. But they still seem smaller than when I was their age.
BUFFY: It is strange being on the other side.
FAITH: Did the guys stare at us this much back then?
BUFFY: You just didn't notice. I didn't either. Until that day I heard their thoughts.
FAITH: Say what?
BUFFY: Killed a telepathic demon. Got its power. Went insane. Wouldn't recommend it.
FAITH: [laughs. shakes her head.] I can't get over how the girls all have their own little mini-Xanders.
BUFFY: Faith, those are their boyfriends.
FAITH: You mean boy toys.
BUFFY: They don't think like you did.
FAITH: Hell no they don't. They're with them the morning after. And they weren't with them the night before. But they're still playthings. Just like Xander was. Or coulda been, in your case. Don't tell me if those girls went solo those guys wouldn't be tagging along after them on grave patrol.
BUFFY: Are you saying that you think those boys only like them because they kill things?
FAITH: It doesn't hurt. Ya know, I bet this is why there's all this Slayer secret identity crap. Just an excuse to keep us from dating.
BUFFY: I always thought there was a lot more to it than that.
FAITH: Maybe. I probably ditched the day they explained it all. [Faith spots Dawn at a table with four other people] Well lookie there. Dawny's got friends. And more than one to boot. Things really have changed.
BUFFY: Kit and Carlos. Plus their honeys. First day of school, Dawny and those two were attacked by dead people.
FAITH: [grins] So she finally got her own little Scrappy Gang. What about the other two. What's their story?
BUFFY: No story. I'm pretty sure Denise and Elijah haven't been attacked by anything demon-y.
FAITH: Of course! That's Eli. Connor told me about him.
BUFFY: He did? There's not much to tell.
FAITH: Not according to Connor. He made it sound like Eli's his best friend.
BUFFY: That would make Eli his only friend.
Elijah and Kit ask Dawn who's standing next to Buffy. They decide to walk over and meet the new Slayer. Carlos demurs. He doesn't want Denise to think he has a thing for Slayers.
FAITH: Here come the Scrappies.
ELIJAH: Hey Buffy.
KIT: Yeah. Hi.
Now that they've avoided being rude by acknowledging Buffy's presence, they look at Faith and more-or-less forget Buffy's even there.
ELIJAH: So you're Faith. Connor told me about you. Called you the cool Slayer. [Buffy does not look amused]
FAITH: That sounds like him.
KIT: So Lindsey's back in Tupelo?
FAITH: Since yesterday.
ELIJAH: When does the trial start?
FAITH: Next week, I think.
KIT: I did a Lexis search and found a couple articles on it. Looks like a pretty tough case.
FAITH: He says those are the only ones worth taking.
Kit sighs. Elijah smiles. Buffy can't believe Faith and these two kids she's never met are chatting like old friends.
ELIJAH: Whatta guy.
KIT: Are all of you like that?
FAITH: Like what?
KIT: You know. Like Buffy. Seems everyone she knows is some kind of hero. Except, you know, us two.
Buffy appreciates the compliment. Kit could sense that Buffy was feeling slighted.
ELIJAH: And I'd like to keep it that way. [takes his girlfriend's hand, looks at her and smiles]
While the girls were in the cafeteria, Giles and Estella went out for a quick bite to eat. Afterwards, they walk back into the the makeshift training room.
ESTELLA: I'm sorry about that article.
GILES: Perils of celebrity, I suppose.
ESTELLA: You're a celebrity?
GILES: [chuckles] The last time I checked, you were the only glamorous public figure in this room.
ESTELLA: You can tone down the self-deprecating charm. I already like you, Rupert. You're not the first man I've gone out with since becoming mayor. But you are the first whose name the local paper saw fit to print.
GILES: How many other men?
ESTELLA: Three. Two of them only once. The other for three months. How many women have you dated in the last three years?
GILES: In Sunnydale? Only you.
ESTELLA: Guess you save your swinging ways for London.
GILES: Around here, I can only meet people through my work.
ESTELLA: I know how hard that can be. You mostly meet demons. I mostly meet politicians.
GILES: And based on my personal observations, most people would view the demons as better prospects.
ESTELLA: Sad but true. That was a joke, right?
GILES: I suppose one could see it as humorous.
Stella decides to change the subject rather than find out what Rupert is getting at. She doesn't know about Spike. Stella is well aware of who Angel is, but doesn't know anything about his love life.
ESTELLA: Vince was wondering if you needed anything else.
GILES: No. The facilities are more than adequate. Was the audio-visual equipment his idea?
ESTELLA: He thought it could be useful.
GILES: It has been. The girls can watch their sparring sessions and we can point out any bad habits before they set in.
ESTELLA: My brother will be happy to hear that. I should probably be heading back now.
GILES: It was good to see you again.
ESTELLA: Any problems, just let me know.
GILES: That's very kind of you.
ESTELLA: Well, I do have some power to make things happen.
GILES: It's refreshing — and rare — to hear someone say that who's on my side.
Buffy and Faith walk back into the room. Estella looks at Faith and starts quivering. Giles looks at her, looks and Faith and tries to figure out what's going on.
GILES: Er, Faith, this is Estella.
BUFFY: His girlfriend.
GILES: Well, that may be a tad presumptuous. Stella, is something wrong?
ESTELLA: We need to talk.
Estella grabs Rupert's arm and leads him out of the room and into an empty hallway where they can be alone.
BUFFY: What gave her the wiggins?
ESTELLA: What is she doing here!? Why isn't she in prison?
GILES: She was released last week.
ESTELLA: She came up for parole already? We were supposed to be notified.
GILES: There were extraordinary extenuating circumstances. Why are you so upset? Oh. Of course. You know that she worked for Mayor Wilkins.
ESTELLA: It's more than that. Richard and our family always had an understanding. We wouldn't try to kill him, and he wouldn't try to kill us. But in his last few months, he reneged with a vengeance.
GILES: That would have been after he became impervious.
ESTELLA: Vince suspected something was going to happen on Graduation Day. As Superintendent, he had the power to move the ceremony to another day. Publicly, he said that having the ceremony during a solar eclipse would be a bad omen for the graduates' futures. He pushed the event back a week.
GILES: Which would have severely undercut the Mayor's plans.
ESTELLA: Hence the assassination attempt.
GILES: He tried to - ? [Giles figures it out] FAITH tried to kill your brother. I'm sorry. I had no idea.
ESTELLA: Vince got a tip and fled town with his wife and kids two hours before she showed up at his house. The security cameras caught it all. Faith knew she was being taped. She trashed the place, looked up at a lens, and made it very clear that if my brother set foot in Sunnydale, she'd gut him. She also made various threats against his wife and his children which I'd rather not repeat. They had no choice but to stay away until Richard was dead. Vince was overruled in absentia by Snyder, and the show went on as scheduled.
GILES: I understand your trepidation. But —
ESTELLA: Since I was still in town, I was the one who had to look over the tapes. She's psychotic. There's no other way to put it.
GILES: She was psychotic. Faith's changed. She's on our side now. Do you think I would allow her to be here if she wasn't?
ESTELLA: So she, out of all his evil little minions, is one who's rehabilitated? The one he referred to as his daughter? Richard never had children. Tell you the truth, he didn't even like kids. She was the only one he ever got close to. Ever. And now, the girl who would have given her life for him is willing to give it for you?
GILES: She doesn't fight for me.
ESTELLA: She fights for herself. In other words, she could go either way, depending on the circumstances.
GILES: Stella, I give you my word, the Faith you see today is an entirely different young woman from the one you knew.
ESTELLA: You need two Slayers. Before, Buffy could always get the job done. This new thing's too powerful for her to defeat on her own?
GILES: Quite possibly. And even if it weren't, I would still want Faith around. Remember, she tried to kill Buffy on more than one occasion. And if Buffy trusts her, I don't see why you can't. I'm sorry, but you don't understand this situation.
ESTELLA: You're right. I don't. I've never had a mortal enemy become my ally. Have you?
GILES: Yes. On several occasions, if fact.
ESTELLA: Your ways are very different than ours. [rueful chuckle] I believe in redemption, salvation, the forgiveness of sins, all that good stuff. But I also believe in self-preservation. After Richard's death, we came into possession of most of his records. He kept very good, very neat, very legible records, which is what you'd expect from him. We were able to find and eliminate all of his operatives. Except for Faith. Since she was already incarcerated, and was supposed to remain so for a VERY long time, we thought we didn't need to bother.
GILES: Are you saying that you killed other humans who were in league with the Mayor?
ESTELLA: There weren't too many of them. Maybe seven, possibly eight. Plus a few half-demons.
GILES: You've taken human life.
ESTELLA: No me personally. My family's been fighting the Forces of Darkness for two centuries. We know a few people who can take care of that kind of thing.
GILES: I can't believe what I'm hearing. You're talking about ordering executions as if that were just another part of your job description. Which is exactly what your predecessor did.
ESTELLA: Rupert, you should know better by now. It was them or us. Did you think they'd give up once their boss was dead? In this town, the bad guys never give up. Even when they know it's a lost cause. Only one way to be sure they'll never hurt you again.
GILES: Apparently, there are two.
ESTELLA: We can't all be saints and reform the bad guys like you do.
GILES: To be honest, I played no part in reforming Faith.
ESTELLA: So it was Buffy. Of course. The Slayer bond.
GILES: No. As a matter of fact, Buffy tried to kill her. But only to save the life of another.
ESTELLA: I think you made my point.
GILES: Which point? That Faith can't be trusted?
ESTELLA: Touche. Looks like we've both lost this argument.
GILES: Funny. I thought we both of us won.
ESTELLA: Same difference. I'll trust you on this second Slayer. Just understand if I act a tad uneasy around her.
GILES: Not a problem. I feel more than a tad uneasy about a few of the people I live with. [mostly Spike. also Andrew, but to a much lesser degree.]
It's 6:00 pm. Angel sits in his office. Fred, Gunn and Lorne walk amongst the scaffolding and concrete dust of the now-deserted lobby.
LORNE: I don't care what Paul Simon says. I love the sound of silence.
GUNN: It's nice to have the place to ourselves again.
FRED: Wouldn't mind a few clients disturbing our peace and quiet.
LORNE: They'll come, sugarplum. Once they figure out we're back in business.
Cordelia comes downstairs and knocks on Angel's open door. He looks up from the book he was reading.
ANGEL: You've never had to knock.
CORDY: Lately, I've done a lot of things I've never done before.
ANGEL: Is that why you were in your room all day?
CORDY: I assumed you wouldn't get any work done while the hardhats were busy fixing all the damage I did.
ANGEL: Also, they would have whistled at you and made obscene comments.
CORDY: It's kind of you to try to make me feel better.
ANGEL: It really is the least I can do.
Cordy walks on into the room. Angel stands up and moves out from behind the desk.
CORDY: Right now, empathy isn't the way to go. You don't want to feel what I'm feeling. You already have too much torment to borrow other people's.
ANGEL: You have a right to feel sorry for yourself. But it won't help.
Cordelia looks outraged at this suggestion.
CORDY: You think that's what this is? You think I'm some simpering, weepy, little crybaby?
ANGEL: No. Which is why you shouldn't act like one. It doesn't suit you.
CORDY: And what does suit me? Helping people? Trying to make the world a better place? We both saw how that ended up.
ANGEL: It doesn't make sense.
CORDY: That I became evil because I fought evil? Tell me about it.
ANGEL: That's not what happened. We don't know why -
CORDY: My life was taken from me?
ANGEL: All I know is, it wasn't your fault.
CORDY: How do YOU know that? I don't even know that.
ANGEL: Then we find out. It's better being a recluse.
CORDY: I've kept to myself for two days. You of all people should know that doesn't make me some self-pitying guilt-bomb who's hiding from the world. Sorry. I didn't mean it like that.
ANGEL: Sure you did. That's who you are. Or were. It's one of the things I miss about you.
CORDY: Yeah, this place must be pretty dull without me.
ANGEL: It can never be dull around here. Maybe a little bland.
CORDY: Any new cases?
ANGEL: Right now, you're the only one.
CORDY: So that's all I am to you now? A project?
ANGEL: We want to help you find the truth.
CORDY: You mean you want to help me.
WES: And me.
GUNN: Me too.
LORNE: Ditto, cupcake.
FRED: And ya can count me in.
Cordelia sees the four of them looking in.
CORDY: Dammit. I forgot to close the door. Didn't this scream Private Conversation to you guys?
LORNE: There's the Cordy we know and love.
CORDY: Fine. You can help. Just don't go getting all mushy on me.
ANGEL: We need to talk to the Powers.
LORNE: Don't you have a connection to the Oracles?
ANGEL: I tried to see them last year. They said I've used up all my visits for at least three years.
LORNE: How many times did you meet with them before we met?
CORDY: The Oracles are just messenger boys. They only know what they're told.
GUNN: Then we contact whoever it is that's telling them.
CORDY: There is an easier way. I remember how to summon Skip. If anyone knows, it's him.
FRED: Who's Skip?
CORDY: My guardian angel. Or my evil guardian angel. He made me part demon. Then he made me a Higher Being.
WES: An interrogation. With Angel in the room, I'm sure we can extract a confession. [Fred and Gunn look at Wesley like he's a sadist] Cordelia said he could be evil.
CORDY: It's not that easy. He could teleport out of this dimension in the blink of an eye. Or he could stop time and walk away.
ANGEL: You're saying we need a way to make sure he stays put. What kind of demon is Skip?
CORDY: I'm not sure. Large. Probably very strong. And armour-plated.
WES: He has some sort of shell?
CORDY: No. Skip has metal plates over his skin. Or that is his skin. I've never checked underneath.
LORNE: Magical. And ironclad. That's just peachy.
FRED: That's it! Lorne, you did it.
LORNE: If you insist.
FRED: We just stick him to a big magnet.
GUNN: Sounds a little too Loony Tunes.
FRED: I've read that magnetic fields distort magical energy. That could prevent him from using his powers to escape.
WES: Only an immensely powerful electro-magnetic field.
FRED: Good. Cause that's the only kind I got.
Everyone looks at Fred. She'll have to explain.
NEXT: The Reapers terrorize the Potentials, causing Buffy to go on the offensive. Plus, Skip explains why the Powers exploited and abused Cordelia. He also tells them what happened to Cordy's visions.