Connor's friend Elijah comes to Los Angeles and makes a bad first impression with Angel and Cordy. Willow finds out more information on their Big Bad. And someone kidnaps Angel in the dead of night.
BUFFY: What were you doing in my room? [at first Fadila thinks this is a rhetorical question. It is, but Buffy still wants to hear the answer.]
FADILA: Fighting back.
BUFFY: And what if they fought back?
ARIELLA: We're in the house.
BUFFY: They could still kill you with a knife thrown from outside. Or, what if the one who caught on fire decided to run in here? Wait. Madari had the fire extinguisher. Come down with me.
Fadila, Izora, Ariella and Dawn go down the stairs, with Willow and Buffy right behind them. Giles takes the four Potentials into the dining room. Buffy corrals Dawn into the kitchen.
DAWN: You think I was in on this?
BUFFY: So you were just an innocent bystander?
DAWN: I went upstairs to watch. Then Fadila came in.
BUFFY: And you sat and watched her light up and open fire? I could smell the smoke in my room.
DAWN: Not exactly.
BUFFY: You tried to stop her?
DAWN: Yes. I did. But when that didn't work, I lit up the arrow for her.
BUFFY: That would explain why the lighter's in you pocket. [Dawn looks down and wonders why she was stupid enough not to ditch the evidence]
DAWN: I thought that was safer than letting Fadila do it herself.
BUFFY: Taking the arrow away from her would have been even safer.
DAWN: Since when was I supposed to look after the Potentials?
BUFFY: You're supposed to look after the house.
DAWN: Okay. I get it. I'm sorry. It was a split-second thing. I wasn't thinking. [concealing the vision thing from Buffy makes her more likely to give ground on lesser matters. Buffy, meanwhile, knows Dawn is the least to blame of the five people involved.]
BUFFY: It's okay, Dawny. No one got hurt.
MADARI: You were busy. So was Buffy.
ARIELLA: It just seemed more, I don't know, efficient to do it ourselves.
GILES: You put all of us at risk.
IZORA: Always. We always have. That's what we do here.
FADILA: Look, Mister Giles, we had the extinguisher. We planned ahead. Nothing bad was going to happen. In fact, something good happened. They left. Because of what we did. [Buffy enters]
BUFFY: We weren't in any danger. We couldn't kill them. Nothing could be gained from attacking them.
ARIELLA: What could be gained by not fighting back?
BUFFY: You four aren't the only ones who live in this house. You're not in a position to decide what's best for the rest of us.
GILES: We don't want to punish anyone. Promise me you won't do anything like this again, and we'll be done with this matter. [the four girls assent] Thank you. [Buffy is shocked. Giles takes her arm and they walk into the kitchen.]
BUFFY: I don't believe this. They use Willow's room as a shooting platform. They light fires in my room. Near the curtains. Do you know what could have happened?
GILES: But it didn't. And it won't.
BUFFY: You really think they learned their lesson? After getting let off without even a slap on the wrist?
GILES: They did what they needed to. And they won't need to do it again.
BUFFY: You think what they did was right?
GILES: No. But I understand why they thought it was right. Don't you?
BUFFY: They thought they could hurt the enemy without getting hurt back.
GILES: Every girl is dead or injured. Except for them. Because they ran away.
BUFFY: Which was what they were supposed to do. They did exactly what we wanted them to.
GILES: Yes. But that doesn't make them feel any less guilty.
BUFFY: It's not their job to protect the other Potentials. That's my job.
GILES: I see they're not the only ones feeling guilty.
BUFFY: We all feel guilty. Every one of us. Even if we shouldn't. But that doesn't mean we should act on the guilt. That's the last thing we should do.
GILES: Not everyone possesses your self-control.
BUFFY: Maybe I should talk to them.
GILES: No. I don't think they believe they let you down. I think they believe they let the other girls down.
BUFFY: Then Kennedy should talk to them.
GILES: I know you mean well, but it would seem forced. The eight of them will be . . . sequestered inside this house for at least today. Probably longer. That will give them plenty of time to discover that the other girls don't blame them for what happened.
On Saturday night, Connor walks into the lobby in jeans and an olive green t-shirt over top of a black long-sleeve t-shirt.
ANGEL: Is that what you're wearing to the theater?
CONNOR: Theater? Oh! I forgot to tell you. I'm going out tonight with Eli.
ANGEL: I'm sorry. You're doing what with who?
CONNOR: Eli. From Sunnydale. He's in town.
ANGEL: Who again is Eli?
CORDY: Dawn's best friend's boyfriend. The blonde kid.
ANGEL: Oh. But why didn't you tell me you had plans when I bought the tickets?
CONNOR: That was Tuesday. Eli called on Thursday. I guess, with everything going on with Dawn, and the visions, the theater thing slipped my mind. [Connor leaves the lobby and goes back to his room to get his wallet]
FRED: What theater thing? You're taking Connor to a movie?
ANGEL: No. I was going to take him to see Les Mis.
GUNN: Les Mis? [chuckles] I'm sorry. You just don't strike me as the song-and-dance type.
ANGEL: Usually I prefer the classics: Frank Loesser, Rogers and Hammerstein, Kander and Ebb. But Les Mis is a timeless story about redemption, honor, defending the oppressed, helping the helpless.
CORDY: Over-identify much?
WES: You don't worry Connor will sympathize with Javert?
ANGEL: Why would he?
LORNE: A man who spends his life trying to track down a good guy for something he did in the distant past. Come on, Angel food.
ANGEL: Holtz? Javert is NOTHING like Holtz. Okay, maybe there are a few, small, surface similarities. But Javert had honor. They both killed themselves. But Javert took his own life rather than arrest a fugitive who had saved him. They're very different.
CONNOR: Who are? [Angel sees that Connor has returned. Everyone gets a little nervous]
ANGEL: Nothing. We were just talking about characters from the musical you're not going to see tonight.
CONNOR: We can do that some other time. But Eli's only in town for the weekend.
ANGEL: What about patrolling? Saturday's a busy night. I thought we were going to dust the bad guys together after the show. [clearly he had a whole father-son evening planned]
CONNOR: You can patrol alone for one night, can't you?
ANGEL: I thought you were looking forward to spending some time with me.
CONNOR: I'll be here tomorrow. And, like, every other day. I don't see why you're making such a big deal about this.
FRED: Is Eli meeting you here?
CONNOR: Yeah.
GUNN: In the hotel?
LORNE: I can take a hint. [Lorne starts to walk away]
CONNOR: You don't have to go. Eli knows what we do.
CORDY: Does he know what Angel is?
CONNOR: Yeah.
CORDY: He knows your parents are vampires?
CONNOR: Sure. He's cool with it.
GUNN: And he didn't think you were trippin' when you told him that?
CORDY: He is from Sunnydale. But that's pretty open-minded, even for someone from my town.
LORNE: Did he see my show? I wonder if he wants an autograph. Stop looking at me like I'm deluded. They loved me. I was a big fish in that tiny pond.
Elijah walks through the front door.
CONNOR: What up, Eli.
ELIJAH: What up, C-dog.
Angel has a problem with anyone who would refer to his son by such a nickname. Connor and Eli slap hands and then lightly knock their fists together. Eli's happy and easy-going, until the moment he lays his eyes on Angel. After that, he looks frightened and slowly backs away a couple steps.
CONNOR: What's wrong?
ELIJAH: That's him. That's the vampire I saw killing all those people at the Bronze.
CONNOR: That's my dad.
ELIJAH: What? You said your dad was good.
ANGEL: You're both right.
ELIJAH: You're good, but you were killing people?
ANGEL: I wasn't good back then. But I was good before that. And I'm good now.
ELIJAH: So you're good, except every now and then you fall off the wagon and slaughter everything in sight?
CORDY: Only twice. Ever. And it won't be happening again. [Eli looks at Connor]
CONNOR: He's good. Don't worry about him.
ELIJAH: It's okay. I'm cool. [chuckles nervously] And I thought MY parents were embarrassing.
ANGEL: Where are you and Connor going?
ELIJAH: To see Outkast at Pauley Pavilion.
GUNN: How'd you get tickets? That's been sold-out for months.
ELIJAH: My brother goes to med school there.
GUNN: So you're a hip-hop head?
ELIJAH: Not as big a hip-hop head as Connor. [everyone's surprised]
GUNN: You never mentioned that.
ANGEL: My son's a what?
ELIJAH: I'm more of an indie rock guy. But I like De La Soul, Tribe, Roots, Organized Confusion. Connor's mostly into hard core mainstream rap. The popular stuff I think of as mediocre. Like Jay-Z.
CONNOR: I thought you said Jay-Z has mad skills but sold out?
ELIJAH: No. I think Nas has mad skills but sold out. Illmatic's a minor classic. Didn't I give you that one?
CONNOR: I don't think so.
ELIJAH: You sure? I thought I gave you Nas's and Jeru's debuts.
CONNOR: You gave me Jeru.
ANGEL: [to Gunn, Wes, Fred and Cordy] Can someone explain to me later on what my son is talking about?
ELIJAH: By the way, are you Cordelia Chase?
CORDY: [smiles] Why yes. You've heard of me?
ELIJAH: You were a sophomore when my brother was a senior. David Campbell. He played volleyball.
CORDY: You're Davey Campbell's little brother? Emphasis on little.
ELIJAH: I know. I'm the short, unathletic one in the family. By the way, we've met before.
CORDY: We have?
ELIJAH: You threatened to kill me slowly and painfully. [All of Cordy's friends look at her suspiciously, assuming she did this when she was evil.] Not that I took you seriously. You were pretty steamed after my halftime practical joke.
CORDY: Hold on. [narrows her eyes. looks angry] Was your hair dyed red?
ELIJAH: [smiles] At it was a little longer than now. Yours was a lot longer, if I remember correctly.
CORDY: You're the little creep who switched our music!
ELIJAH: It was better than that suburban techno crap you usually used. I was trying to do you girls a favor.
CORDY: You ruined our routine during the big game against Central. You humiliated us in from of a thousand people.
FRED: What did he do?
ELIJAH: I switched their normal music with the Sex Pistols. [Wes and Fred laugh] And they did their cheers and dance steps for like ten seconds before they realized something wasn't right. That was the best part. Watching them cheer to it.
LORNE: That's not a prank. That's performance art. I dig. [Cordy gives him a look of death] In theory, I dig. And so long as no one I care about gets hurt in the process.
WES: Which song of theirs did you use? "God Save the Queen"? "Pretty Vacant"?
ELIJAH: "Holiday In The Sun." It's got a nice beat. You can cheer to it. And least I thought you could.
ANGEL: Are you the sort of young man who likes to get into trouble? [Cordy's not the only one getting bad vibes from Eli]
ELIJAH: What do you mean by trouble? It's not like I ever killed anyone.
Eli smirks at Angel, since Eli knows he can't say the same thing about himself. Eli doesn't know that Cordy can't say the same thing either. After a few seconds, Lorne breaks the tense silence.
LORNE: I'm still a little in the dark about what brought you here. You came all the way from Sunnydale for a concert?
ELIJAH: No. I came for pre-frosh weekend at Cal Tech. The concert was just a lucky coincidence.
FRED: [her face lights up] You're going to Cal Tech?
ELIJAH: Next fall. Chemical engineering.
FRED: I was a Physics major myself. Then a doctoral student. Chem-E's a good field, especially at a place like Cal Tech, but, in my view, and maybe I'm a bit partial, but Physics is –
ELIJAH: The queen of the sciences. I know. My stepdad has a PhD in Physics. Then he got a job and became a glorified engineer. Seems that's what happens to all Physics people when they go out into the real world. They become engineers. Or, demon fighters, in your case. Which I'm sure is rare. What were you, experimental or theoretical?
FRED: Theoretical.
ELIJAH: What was your focus?
FRED: I didn't get far enough along to really have one. But I wrote a paper on String Theory. It got published last November.
ELIJAH: As a grad student? That's pretty good. I'll have to check it out. I've done a little reading on String Theory, but your article's still probably way over my head. Which journal?
WES: I have a copy I can loan you.
FRED: I have ten. Some of which I think are under this desk. [reaches down under "check-in" desk] Here you go. [hands him a copy]
ELIJAH: Thanks. I can show it to my stepdad, tell him Connor works with the person who wrote it. I'm sure he'd be impressed. Though he might assume Connor's like a university lab assistant or something. Vampire slaying is sort of beyond his realm of possibility.
GUNN: How long's he lived in Sunnydale?
ELIJAH: Close to ten years.
GUNN: And he's never wondered what the hell's goin' on?
ELIJAH: We've never been attacked by anything. He works in Edgemont, which is twenty miles away. At night, we're either at home, in the car, or at a mall in another town. No reason to walk the streets at night. You know, suburban sprawl and all that.
CORDY: I suppose having no social life does reduce your chances of dying.
ELIJAH: That's true. Or you could look at it as natural selection. [Cordy was hoping he'd be hurt, or at least insulted, by her put-down. She doesn't like it when people respond in kind.]
WES: But I don't see how anyone could spend years living on top of the Hellmouth and not observe something out of the ordinary.
ELIJAH: Well, there was the time my parents, and all the other parents, acted immature when the band put pot in their candy bars. I thought that was a funny prank.
ANGEL: It wasn't pot. And it wasn't funny. There were babies who almost got eaten by a giant demon.
ELIJAH: So is that what usually happens when we get the mass weirdness? Like when everyone started singing and dancing – even the people who couldn't and shouldn't – or when no one could talk? We got two days of school off, and my parents couldn't yell at me. Actually, that one wasn't so bad.
CORDY: Those were after I left.
LORNE: About the singing and dancing – were their large group numbers? Hundreds of kids at school: I could imagine so show-stopping moments.
ELIJAH: There was this thing in the hallway. Two things, actually. One before first period, the other after last period. Everyone opened and closed their lockers with the beat, we formed this long line and danced down the hallways in perfect synchronized order. And in the cafeteria, two kids were gonna fight, but they did this whole "West Side Story" thing instead. Then the lunch ladies formed a kick line. That was rather disturbing.
CORDY: Were you around for that crazy Halloween when everyone became what they were dressed as?
ELIJAH: Yes. And, ironically enough, I went as a vampire. [Angel looks alarmed] But I didn't change. And neither did any of my friends. I saw everything going surreal all around me. Suffice it to say that was the first and only time I did shrooms.
ANGEL: You must have been pretty young back then.
ELIJAH: Twelve.
ANGEL: Fairly early for someone to be taking hard drugs.
ELIJAH: It's not like I was shooting up heroin. And I haven't. Or, anything else like that. Trust me, I'm not into that stuff.
CORDY: Could you sing for us?
ELIJAH: Didn't know I had to provide the entertainment.
CORDY: For Lorne. He can read someone while they sing, and see if they have anything to hide.
LORNE: Don't worry. I've done it to all of them. Some people pay me for the privilege.
ELIJAH: I'm not a, very good, singer.
LORNE: Trust me, kiddo. In this room, that puts you in the vast majority.
ELIJAH: Fine. Long as you promise not to laugh.
LORNE: No chance of that. Usually, when they're really bad, I cry.
Elijah tries to think of something to sing. Getting his mind read is quite strange. But meeting a friend's dad who's a vampire and very well could have killed Eli two weeks ago is far stranger. He decides to go with a Fountains of Wayne song he heard in the car on the way there. It seemed simple enough, hard to mess up.
ELIJAH: "I wanna sink to the bottom with you.
The ocean is big and blue.
I just wanna sink to the bottom with you.
Out on the highway, up in the air.
Everyone else is going somewhere.
They're going nowhere, and I'll be there, too.
I'm might as well go under with you.
I wanna sink to the bottom with you."
CORDY: Okay. That's enough. Right Lorne? [By now Cordelia is deeply regretting making Elijah sing. Angel's also a little wigged. Connor doesn't make the connection.]
LORNE: You betcha. I didn't pick up any alarm bells. [Elijah doesn't know why Angel and Cordy look so uncomfortable]
ELIJAH: Was I off-key?
LORNE: No. You were fine. Better than most.
ELIJAH: [smirks] Does that mean I passed the audition?
LORNE: Yeah. Have fun.
ANGEL: Be back by midnight.
CONNOR: What?
ANGEL: You heard me.
CONNOR: You let me stay out way later than that.
ANGEL: Not with friends.
CONNOR: Come on. Two am.
ANGEL: How long is this concert?
CONNOR: Eli and his brother were gonna take me to a party after.
ANGEL: A college party. With drinking.
CONNOR: I suppose there could be vampires. And that would be a good thing. Cause I could kill 'em. Save people.
ELIJAH: I think he was referring to another kind of drinking. [looks at Angel] Do you do that kind of drinking? I know Spike does, and he also smokes, but I think that's mostly for the look.
ANGEL: You know Spike?
ELIJAH: We've hung out a bit. He's got some interesting stories about the New York punk scene. Do you two know each other? Cause every time I ask him that, he changes the subject.
CORDY: You hang out with Spike? [she says his name with a look of revulsion, as if questioning Elijah's sense of judgement]
ELIJAH: We've talked. Did you know he killed Nancy Spungeon? I mean, his girlfriend did, but it was his idea.
WES: I've heard that rumor. But why would Spike frame Sid Vicious? Sid was his idol.
ELIJAH: He claims it was more the other way around. Spike was supposed to kill Sid, but chickened out at the last minute cause there were too many drugs in Sid's blood. He said the plan was to make Sid a legend by killing him off while he was still cool. By the way, Angel. You were wearing lots of leather when I saw you. Is that a vampire thing, or just an evil vampire thing? Cause it would be nice to have a rule-of-thumb to help me avoid the bloodsuckers. No offense.
ANGEL: None taken. I don't suck. And Connor, I think midnight is more-than-fair, considering how you sprung this on me at the last minute.
CONNOR: [sneers] One am.
ANGEL: On the dot.
ELIJAH: Let me guess: you'll be up waiting for him.
CONNOR: Let's go. [Connor and Elijah exit]
ELIJAH: Is your dad always this strict?
CONNOR: Sorry about him. He can be a real hypocrite sometimes.
ELIJAH: Tell me about it. He's giving you a curfew, but two weeks ago he was killing people.
CONNOR: Your parents are probably cooler.
ELIJAH: No. Connor, all parents are hypocrites. At least your dad can have a sense of perspective about things.
CORDY: I don't trust that boy.
ANGEL: I think Eli could be a bad influence on Connor.
LORNE: When did this become Theater Of The Absurd? He's not evil. He doesn't want to kill you. I say Eli's just about the best influence junior ever had.
CORDY: He must have fooled you. I can't believe you missed the warning signs.
LORNE: He's a nice, sweet kid. No dark side. Let's be honest. If anything, Connor could be a bad influence on him.
ANGEL: What are you trying to imply about my son?
LORNE: Put it back in your holster, cowboy. All I meant was that Connor could use a nice, non-violent, vengeance-free friend.
CORDY: Didn't he seem just a little bit too easy-going about demons and vampires? If he's really so normal, that stuff would have freaked him out.
GUNN: He's from Sunnydale.
CORDY: Which means he should have a healthy fear of things that go bite in the night.
ANGEL: Did he seem a little too irreverent to you? I wouldn't want Connor copying his disrespectful attitude.
FRED: Oh, get a grip. There's nothing wrong with him. Unless you have something against brains. I think it's great that Connor likes hanging out with smart people.
CORDY: It's the smart ones you have to watch out for.
FRED: Hey!
CORDY: Not you. Just smart people who live on the Hellmouth.
WES: Am I the only one who's more worried about Connor's influence on Elijah?
GUNN: No.
LORNE: I with you on that one.
ANGEL: If you're going to badmouth my first born, stop beating around the bush and tell me what you really think.
GUNN: We ain't bad-mouthing your boy.
LORNE: But Eli's a civilian.
WES: And Connor's never been around anyone who wasn't a demon fighter. I don't think he realizes how terrifying that sort of thing can be to an outsider.
CORDY: I wouldn't be so sure he's an outsider. What's the word on his goth girlfriend who hangs around Dawn? There's gotta be a story there.
ANGEL: Did Elijah introduce my son to violent music that's degrading to women?
LORNE: How could he not? Have you listened to the radio lately?
FRED: Angel, you're like a 250 year-old Ward Cleaver.
LORNE: Talk about a big generation gap.
GUNN: Why can't you be happy that your son's made a friend? It's not like Connor gets many chances.
ANGEL: It's not like I get many chances with him either.
Early in the evening, Willow returns home with the news about her chemical analysis.
WILLOW: I don't know how to put this.
DAWN: Is he something worse than a demon?
WILLOW: He's inorganic. A non carbon-based life form.
DAWN: So what's he made of?
WILLOW: Metalloids seem to be the building blocks. Tellurium. Germanium. There's also significant amounts of bromine, nitrogen, beryllium. Very strange, to say the least.
DAWN: I thought all demons were carbon-based?
WILLOW: They are.
GILES: So he's not a demon.
WILLOW: Not a naturally-occurring one.
GILES: What about a robot?
WILLOW: Possible, but not likely. I found no trace of any transition metals.
DAWN: Does it have cells?
WILLOW: Not exactly. But it did show signs of life when I looked at it under a microscope. Things were moving.
GILES: Could they be killed?
WILLOW: It was difficult. Pressure and heat sterilization didn't do the job. Neither did fire. Acid seemed to work. But it took a long time. I think radiation might work. But the fallout would kill all of us as well.
DAWN: You're saying we should throw acid on it?
WILLOW: Based on the amount I needed to kill the sample, and assuming he weighs as much as a normal man, it would take a ton of sulfuric acid about a week to finish him off. Assuming he doesn't, you know, take a shower and wash it away in the meantime.
DAWN: But acid might hurt him?
WILLOW: It's worth a try.
GILES: Essentially then, your tests showed that he has an unknown, but extremely resilient, bio-chemical structure.
WILLOW: In a nutshell.
ANYA: What about a locator spell?
WILLOW: Tried it. Since we have a part of him, it should be easy. But I got nothing.
GILES: He can teleport. Which means there's no reason for him to camp out here. He only needs to come here when he wants to fight.
At one-twenty, Connor and Elijah return to the hotel.
ANGEL: You're late.
CONNOR: Just a little.
ANGEL: What do I smell on you? Did you take any drugs?
ELIJAH: No, but we were around people who did. It was a concert. I know what you're thinking, and I wasn't using. For one thing, I had to drive. For another, I would never bring pot anywhere near Connor. Can you imagine him with the munchies? [Gunn, Wes and Fred laugh. Angel and Cordy don't. Angel goes up to Connor and smells his breath, confirming that he didn't drink.]
CONNOR: See dad. What did Eli tell you?
ELIJAH: This is nothing. When I saw Wu-Tang in 97, my mom had to wash my shirt three times to get out the smell.
GUNN: Where'd you see them?
ELIJAH: Long Beach Convention Center. All nine of them were there. Which was pretty rare. And Dirty was coherent. Which was ever rarer.
GUNN: Was that show over the summer?
ELIJAH: Yeah. July, I think.
GUNN: I was outside, killing vamps who tried to feed on people when they left.
ELIJAH: Oh. Thanks. So you do for LA what Buffy does for Sunnydale? [Angel scoffs]
ANGEL: We all do. And I'm the leader.
ELIJAH: So you were also there?
ANGEL: Well, no. I didn't come here for another two years.
ELIJAH: [to Gunn] You've been fighting vampires longer than Angel? [Gunn thinks about this and smiles]
GUNN: You're right. I think I have.
CONNOR: Really? You never mentioned that. Maybe I should've taken your advice more seriously. [thinks] And you know this town a lot better than my dad. Maybe I should go patrolling with you.
ELIJAH: I should probably head back to my brother's couch. Great meeting all of you. Don't worry, Connor. I'll say hi to Dawn for you. And, yes, she misses you as much as you miss her.
CONNOR: Tell David thanks for the ticket. [Eli leaves]
GUNN: I really like that Elijah.
CONNOR: I do too.
GUNN: He's got such great powers of perception.
CORDY: For a supposed geek, he sure knows how to lay on the charm.
CONNOR: Cordy. David said hi. He didn't know you were in town. Told me to give you his number.
CORDY: Thanks. [Angel looks jealous] So he's training to be a doctor. Not bad. Does he have a pot belly or a bald spot?
CONNOR: No. He said he did some modeling to pay for school and played club volleyball. Bragged about playing against a few of the guys on the UCLA team. Are they any good?
CORDY: Not really. They're just, perennial national champions. What kind of modeling?
CONNOR: How would I know?
CORDY: So David remembers me. What did he say about me? What did YOU say about me!? You didn't tell him that we, or that I, you know –
CONNOR: It's not like it was something worth bragging about. [Cordy looks hurt] You didn't seem too happy with my performance, either. He told me in high school you were hot but superficial. And a cock tease. I said you were still hot, but brave and generous and always helping others. I didn't say nothing about that last thing, cause I wasn't completely sure what he meant.
CORDY: I hope you didn't make me out to be some saint.
CONNOR: No. I didn't mention the glowing, or anything like that. Just that you were one of the nicest people I ever met. And one of the hottest, of course.
CORDY: Why thank you, Connor.
CONNOR: I'm going to bed now.
CORDY: Hold on. Does he expect me to call him? Because I'm used to the guy calling me. Or, I was. It's been a really long time since I've dated.
ANGEL: You're actually going out with this guy?
CORDY: Just a friendly reunion of two Sunnydale people. It would be rude of me to blow him off.
ANGEL: But he's Buffy's sister's best friend's boyfriend's old brother. You don't find that a little creepy?
CORDY: Let's not play Six Degrees of Buffy Summers.
FRED: That was five. But it's a small town. Anyone from there will always have some incredibly tenuous connection to your ex-girlfriend.
GUNN: Yeah. And it's nothing compared to your son sleeping with your ex's sister.
ANGEL: Did you have to bring that up?
WES: To point out the absurdity of your objections? I believe he did.
ANGEL: When did everyone turn against me?
CORDY: When did you become so paranoid?
GUNN: You got a right to be paranoid. Just not about us.
ANGEL: I know that, Charles. It's just, I went through so much to get Connor back, and part of me always fears he'll be taken away again.
CORDY: That's not going to happen. Are you jealous of David?
ANGEL: What!?
CORDY: A smart, tall, athletic, good-looking guy who's interested in me. You've always been insecure about taller men.
ANGEL: How do you know he's taller than me?
CORDY: He's like six-foot-four.
ANGEL: I'm not insecure. And I'd never want to be that tall. My center of gravity would be too high. I'd be a lousy fighter. Have fun with the beanpole, Cordy. Just be prepared to save his life when a vampire knocks him on his ass.
Around five in the morning, an hour before sunrise, Angel shoots up out of bed.
ANGEL: No. No! It can't be.
He grabs his chest, buts his shirt and shoes on, and rushes downstairs.
ANGEL: This can't be happening. Not now.
Angel runs outside and heads two blocks down the empty street before falling to his knees.
ANGEL: What's going on?
A shadowy figure standing behind Angel hits him in the back of the head with a baseball bat. Angel falls on his face, unconscious. The figure picks Angel up, slings Angel over his back, and carries him away.
NEXT: Angel meets his new arch-nemesis.