Angel (1999–2004): Season 4, Episode 1 - Deep Down - full transcript
As Fred and Gunn search for Angel, Wesley continues his affair with Lilah and conducts his own, more fruitful search.
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LORNE: Here you go.
FRED: Thank you.
GUNN: You gonna eat all that?
FRED: Till I'm fat and happy.
LORNE: These look good too.
CORDELIA: Stuffing?
CONNOR: What's that?
CORDELIA: Sweet potatoes.
LORNE:
Pass those over here, doll.
CONNOR: Are they good?
CORDELIA: Try them.
Back in Pylea, they used to
call me sweet potato.
Really?
Yeah, well, the exact translation
was "Fragrant Tuber," but...
You're not hungry?
No, I'm starving. I just...
I wanna freeze this moment.
You. Connor.
All of us.
Safe and happy and together.
Considering what we went through
over this summer.
To family.
To family.
As long as it's not mine.
- You can't toast with an empty glass.
- It's not bad luck, is it?
- Angel, relax. Things are back
to the way they should be...
...and nothing is ever
going to break us apart again.
And if anything tries...
...I'm going to have to go all glowy
and personally kick its ass.
I like it when you glow.
Well, play your cards right...
CONNOR:
Do I have to watch this part?
I could poke your eyes out.
Come on, Dad.
It'll stick up like yours.
You should be so lucky. Let's eat.
FRED: Rolls?
LORNE: Hmm those look good.
CORDELIA: Careful, those are hot.
GUNN: Now we're talking.
CONNOR: I like this.
CORDELIA: I thought so.
- Can I get the...?
CONNOR: Delicious.
- Carrots.
FRED: Smells so good.
GUNN: Get your hands out of my plate.
FRED: Peas?
CONNOR: Can I have the rolls?
WESLEY: The salt, please.
FRED: Kill me now
before my stomach explodes.
CORDELIA: Try the gravy.
- It comes in a little boat.
Could I get the...?
Cordy, what...?
Now look what you've done, silly.
Freeze the moment, Dad.
It'll last forever.
Deep Down
GUNN: You okay?
- No. You?
- Nope.
- Nice we still do things together.
How we doing?
About the same.
FRED: Charles!
Hang on.
GUNN: Your ass better be insured.
- Worry about your own ass, ese.
Warm bloods rolling down my street
hassling my hermanos. It ain't gonna fly.
- We're looking for the girl.
GUNN: Tell us where she is.
Who, Marissa?
I thought you guys were supposed
to be a couple detectives.
Or was that before
your buddy Angel went bye-bye?
- We found you, didn't we?
- And look what it got you.
We just want to talk to her, that's all.
Condemned building off Figueroa.
Top floor.
And tell her I want my CDs back, yeah?
GUNN: We'll pass it along.
- No, you know what? Better yet...
...I'll tell her myself.
Angel left you a little toy?
More than one.
Charles!
Did you see that?
Wasn't that cool?
That was cool.
FRED: You can't run off like that when
we're supposed to be working.
We've talked about that.
- Their gang was getting away.
GUNN: Let them.
What you don't do
is divide your strength.
- Sorry.
FRED: It was different in Quor-toth...
...but you're in Los Angeles now.
You're taking on a big responsibility.
You have to start thinking
about more than just yourself.
I know.
I know.
That thing with the axe was cool, huh?
Yeah, that was tight.
Now you get to clean it.
- Vamp's dust. Nothing to clean.
- Two coats of polish.
We gonna tell him?
- I don't wanna get his hopes up again.
- What about yours?
We have to keep trying.
I'm not saying we shouldn't
but we spent the last three months...
...chasing dead ends
trying to find Angel and Cordy...
...and the only thing
we're closing in on is an eviction.
It'd be a lot easier handling this crap
with Lorne pitching in.
Where's our future-reading empath demon
when we need him?
Mr. Big-Hit is too busy
"Danke Schoen"-ing
tourists to care about us.
- You try him again?
- Like, 60 times.
He's lost the mission, bro.
We're about to lose this whole place,
and you know you can't say "bro."
We need to start hustling up
some paying clients.
We will, as soon as we find Marissa.
Can I say "dog"?
Oh, this looks good.
"Condemned tenement on Figueroa."
Could be her.
Evil Dead was probably messing with us.
Not much chance she knows anything.
Angel's car was found by the bluffs.
That used to be her feeding ground.
She might be able to tell us
what happened...
...if we can find her.
CONNOR: Find who?
ANGEL:
Cordelia.
- I didn't think you were coming.
- You know me better than that.
Better than anybody.
I don't know if that's true.
Yes, you do.
It's so beautiful here.
ANGEL: Yes.
Yes, it is.
Just the way it should be.
But it's not.
This isn't how it happened.
I know.
I like this version better.
It was Connor.
He was here. He...
I can't remember what it was like...
...not knowing you.
Not being close to you.
I'm in love with you, Angel.
Deep down, I think I have been
for a long time.
I needed you to know that.
I need you, Cordy.
I need you.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
So why didn't you tell me?
We wanted to be sure.
We don't even know
if Marissa saw anything.
- But she could have.
FRED: Maybe.
We're gonna talk to her and find out.
- I'm coming.
GUNN: No.
- It's only one vamp. We can handle it.
- He's my father.
If she knows what happened to him, l...
Okay. Go get your weapons.
- Think that's a good idea?
- I'll keep an eye on him.
Getting information is a finesse job.
He's a blunt instrument.
You wanna tell him no?
You saw how much he's hurting.
How do you think he'll feel if all
Vampirella saw was sand and seaweed?
This is it. No Angel, no Cordy.
We can't find Holtz...
...his psycho girlfriend's gone.
Nothing.
- There's still Wolfram and Hart.
- We'll stroll into their guarded offices...
...and ask Lilah for help finding out
what happened to their archenemy.
But we're broke,
so it'll have to be pro bono.
I didn't say it would be easy.
How's "impossible"?
They're too big. Without Angel here,
we can't afford to piss them off.
- Maybe we should think about asking...
- No.
Well, I'm glad we talked it over.
- We already asked him for help twice.
- We'll ask him again.
Wesley doesn't give a damn about us.
Have we given him a reason to?
He's made his choice.
Now he has to live with it.
[MOANING]
That didn't suck.
Well, maybe just a little bit.
Perhaps that's something
we can expand on next time.
What makes you think
there will be a next time?
Because you can't resist me.
I think you have that backwards.
Where are you going?
Snack break's over.
Time to get back to work.
And Wolfram and Hart
does its best work after dark.
The sun's bad for your complexion.
Ask Angel.
Oh, right, you can't...
...because of the whole "wanting
to smother you with a pillow" thing.
Wouldn't think kidnapping his son
would have such a negative effect.
You thought you were doing
the right thing.
I hear that can be confusing.
Have you tried talking to him?
Maybe when he gets back you could...
[CHUCKLING]
What?
I have no idea where Angel is,
Lilah, or what happened to him.
And I really couldn't care.
Wow. That was cold.
I think we're finally making progress.
Come on. Doesn't it bother you
just a little bit, the not knowing?
That part of my life is dead.
It doesn't concern me now.
No, it doesn't.
It's time.
Let's go for a boat ride.
JUSTINE: So, what's it gonna be tonight, captain?
Bicycle? Old tire?
Or maybe we'll get real lucky...
...and catch us a nice shopping cart.
Here's a wacky thought.
Why don't you swim
down there yourself?
[BEEPING]
No contact. We'll try the next grid.
Do you really think finding Angel's
gonna change anything?
Everything changes.
I guess anything's better
than sitting around in my cage...
...with nothing to do
but to fill my bucket.
Perhaps you should've considered
that before slitting my throat.
The great Wesley Wyndam-Pryce.
The shining beacon
of all that's good and pure.
But, wait, no.
That's before he started...
...banging the enemy and keeping
the slave girl in his closet.
You were always a slave, Justine.
You just couldn't see the chains.
Thanks, swami. I'll meditate on that.
You think she'd be disappointed?
Who?
Your sister.
That's where it all began, isn't it?
Sister murdered by a vampire.
Consumed with the need for revenge.
- For justice.
- Is that what you call it?
Turning a son against his father?
Angel got what he deserved.
We all get what we deserve.
You and Holtz deserved each other.
You two have so much in common.
Pain, loss. Deep-seated lack
of anything approaching humor.
I don't know. We had a few laughs.
Getting you to steal Angel's baby,
that was a good one.
Better than tricking Connor into sinking
his father to the bottom of the ocean?
Well, that was worth a
couple of yuks too.
Not much of a plan though,
was it, really?
Easy to figure out which door
to kick in when Angel went missing.
And not much harder
to persuade you...
...to betray everything Holtz
had given his life for.
Not that it was worth very much.
But you should know.
You're the one that ended it.
I'll take away your bucket.
Or we could do it the loud way.
It doesn't matter.
Looks like she's out.
Man, that's just nasty.
I don't know how people live like this.
FRED:
Helps to be dead.
- One more reason to stay pink and rosy.
- Word.
So, what do you think?
From the smell, I'm guessing
she still lives here. Should we wait...
...for her to come back or...?
- No.
[MUSIC PLAYS]
We won't have to.
FRED:
Marissa, stop. We just want to talk.
- I don't know anything.
GUNN: You psychic?
MARISSA: No.
- Then let us ask a question.
- You know the bluffs by the beach?
- No.
You used to feed there.
Those bluffs.
Three months ago a friend
of ours went missing there.
Tall? Good-Looking? Weird hair?
FRED:
You saw him?
I see a lot of things.
What do you care?
He's my father. If you know...
You never let your guard down!
FRED:
Connor!
If he ain't dead, I'm gonna kill him.
What did you see?
Look, whatever I saw,
whatever I didn't see...
...it doesn't matter, okay?
Come on, handsome.
It'll be our little secret.
GUNN:
Connor?
Connor!
FRED: You all right?
- Where is she?
She attacked me. I had no choice.
Maybe you would have
if you weren't playing hero.
Do you know
what you just did?
Connor!
Three months of this
and he dusts our lead.
You know he wants to find Angel.
How do you think he feels?
It's not like he talks to me.
After everything he's gone through,
you need to be a bit more patient.
He's just a boy.
You sure about that?
Offspring of two vampires?
Last I checked,
that's not supposed to happen.
And jumping off a six-story
without busting your coconut...
...kind of sways me to the side
of "not just a boy."
Come on, Fred. His nickname
back in Quor-toth was "the Destroyer."
Unless you put "Conan"
in front of that, it's not a good sign.
He's Angel's son.
That's all that matters.
ANGEL: Beautiful, isn't it?
The way it should be.
What, no hug?
Just get it over with.
What's the rush?
I'm not going anywhere.
CONNOR:
No, you're not.
What are you laughing at?
I'll tell you later.
Dad!
Thanks.
Go easy, Mabel. Remember,
they're paying to see the green.
- Two minutes.
- Thanks, sweetie.
Bon soir.
Lorne? Lorne!
Hey, it's Fred. I've been trying to get a hold of you.
I'm sorry, hon. I've been booked
out the "wa" and past the "zoo."
If I get any hotter they'll
have to stamp me out.
Lorne, I know you're busy,
but we really need your help.
We had a lead, but it, uh...
...kind of died.
Did you talk to your connections?
Have they heard anything about Angel?
Not a peep. But if I Miracle-Ear anything
I'll send up a smoke signal.
That's my cue.
Take care of yourself...
...and make sure Fluffy's
getting enough love.
Lorne?
GUNN: He have anything?
- No.
And who's Fluffy?
Are you Fluffy?
- He called me Fluffy?
- He said, "Make sure..."
Wait.
You don't think
he was referring...
...to anything of mine
that's fluffy, do you?
Because that would
just be inappropriate.
Like deserting us? No leads, no clients.
Pretty soon, no roof
over my smooth, delicate head.
I could make you a paper hat.
It's going to be okay.
Angel and Cordy are out there
somewhere.
No matter what
the Powers-That-Screw-You...
...throw at us, we're going to find them.
LILAH:
You found Angel?
Young Gavin's had a breakthrough
with the psychics.
Brain boys finally earning their keep.
So where is he?
They haven't pinpointed
his exact location yet.
But they have ascertained that he's
safe and immobilized.
Really? Maybe you can lead them
in a rousing chant...
...and get them to muster up
a little more vague.
He's contained and out of play,
which suits our purposes just fine.
If our purpose is to get caught
with our prophesies down.
Angel is supposed to be a major
player in the Apocalypse.
The little pet project
the senior partners...
...have been working on
since the beginning of time.
Three months, and all you've
been able to ferret out is nothing.
Lilah, Gavin's work with the psychics
has uncovered some invaluable intel...
...in a variety of unexpected areas.
Care to enlighten us?
What I do in my personal time
is none of Gavin's business.
But everything's my business.
I'm not sleeping with him
for information.
Please don't tell me it's the chiseled jaw.
If you have his confidence,
we can play it to our advantage.
He doesn't know anything.
There's nothing to take advantage of.
Except you.
Staff meeting in an hour.
Don't be late. Gavin.
Solid contact. Definitely metallic.
Probably more junk.
Could be anything down there.
Better have a look, then.
WESLEY:
Justine.
Come on.
Congratulations. You're the big hero.
Your friends will throw you a party.
I wonder what the cake's gonna look...
Blood?
WESLEY:
Animal.
JUSTINE: Why hurry?
He's not going anywhere.
WESLEY: A vampire can exist
indefinitely without feeding.
But the damage to brain function
from starvation can be catastrophic.
Slowly.
All your energy wasted to save
that thing. For what?
A happy ending?
Everything like it was?
He hates you.
They all do.
And they're never going to
take you back.
- This going to be the yelling thing again?
- No, no yelling.
- He looks like he's going to yell.
- I do not.
- He always looks like he is.
- I'm not gonna yell.
- Where have you been?
- Out.
We were worried.
I'm sorry.
I shouldn't run off alone.
You'd think I'd know that by now.
It's that big, thick melon.
Your dad's got one just like it.
Angel's always flying off,
getting into trouble.
- I'm not like him.
- You're not as strong yet, but...
Like I care what you think?
What'd you say?
It's been a long night.
Why don't you go wash up.
I'm fine.
I try to be nice, and you see
what he does? He keeps pushing.
It's like... It's like he wants
me to lose it.
He's testing you. With Angel gone,
you're the alpha male.
Damn straight.
- Don't let it go to your head.
- That's not the direction it's flowing.
Let it ring.
What if it's a client?
Then the big dog better close the deal.
Angel Investigations.
Why is it like this?
LORNE: That's the age-old, bubby.
I'll fire you off a postcard
if I noodle an answer.
Life should be beautiful and bright.
But no matter how hard I try...
...everything I touch turns to ashes.
There goes that encouraging hug
I was planning.
Snap to, buckaroo.
The only one turning to ashes
is that patricidal pup of yours.
Hell, I'd take him on myself
if I wasn't just a crappy hallucination.
WESLEY: How is he?
- How do you think?
- He won't shut up.
ANGEL: I have to stop him.
You want to bitch-slap sourpuss
over there for practice?
I'm your cheering section.
Angel.
I have to do it.
Shh. You need to rest now.
"Silencio, peque?o beb?, no digas nada... "
"Mam? va a comprarte un sinsonte... "
"Y si ese sinsonte no canta... "
I should've killed you.
And me without my camera.
He's been down there too long.
Pig's blood isn't enough.
- He needs more substantial nourishment.
- Like what?
Screw you.
I'm not feeding that thing.
No. Your blood's too thin.
LINWOOD: We've got a lot of
ground to cover, so let's get to it.
But first, let's talk about Lilah.
Everybody had a chance
to review her file?
Good. Recommendations?
If I could just have a few minutes
to explain.
Your record speaks for itself.
Volumes.
Your failures at Wolfram and Hart...
...outstrip your successes
by an uncomfortable margin.
Perhaps you would fare better
at a less central office.
One of the third-world
dimensions maybe.
- Sorry.
- What was that?
I said, I'm sorry.
I've made mistakes.
But fear was never one of them.
Is there something you'd like to share?
Why haven't we contained
the vampire offspring for study?
We're assessing that situation.
The same way you're assessing Angel.
Why aren't we trying
to pinpoint Angel's location?
Lilah, this is my corner of the sky.
I decide when the sun rises
and when it sets.
Lack of long-term vision has always
been one of your shortcomings.
And lack of courage has always
been one of yours.
You're afraid of Angel and his son.
And that's the reason...
...for your daring strategy
of "wait and see," isn't it?
You're afraid.
And fear breeds weakness.
I'm hurt. Is that really
what you think of me?
Yes. And Mr. Suvarta agrees with me.
You spoke to a senior partner?
He was really very helpful.
Had some great hints on office furniture.
This is outrageous.
Are you telling me
that you went over my head?
Just under it, actually.
Mr. Suvarta didn't think Linwood's
corner of the sky was sunny enough.
You're all reporting to me now.
Get out.
Gavin.
Please, remove that.
- What?
- I brought you a snack.
I'm not hungry.
You're always hungry.
- What is it?
- Bologna.
No tomatoes?
No tomatoes.
- What do you say?
- Thank you.
You're welcome.
- Is he still mad?
- What do you think?
Sorry.
I can't imagine what you've
been through, Connor.
Being taken away by Holtz,
raised in that place.
It must have been horrible.
I know you're still hurting.
But I promise...
...it's not nearly as much
as you're gonna hurt...
...for what you did to your father.
FRED:
You think that's what Angel felt?
When you did it to him,
did he scream like you?
CONNOR: Why are you doing this?
- Don't even try.
FRED:
We got a call from an old friend.
Been playing a little Ahab.
- He's out there right now on his boat.
- With Angel.
That's right, Sparky,
Daddy's coming home.
I guess there's gonna be a spanking.
He's been down there all alone
for three months, and you knew.
Is that what you did to Cordy?
Stuff her in a box?
How could you do that to us?
We took you into our home...
...we cared for you,
and all this time...
How could you do that?
How could you...?
GUNN:
Fred!
JUSTINE:
He'll turn on you.
He won't be able to help it.
That's what he is.
Sooner or later, he will turn on
you and all your friends!
You just going to leave me?
You can continue being a slave,
Justine, or you can live your life.
Your choice.
FRED:
I would have done anything for him.
Now all I want to do is hurt him.
CONNOR:
Go ahead.
- Hurt me some more, Fred.
- Shut up.
You think I care?
You get used to it.
You don't feel anything, do you?
There's nothing inside.
Why don't you open me up
and find out?
- How could you do it to your father?
- He's not my father.
Yes, he is.
He got what he deserved.
And how soon before we deserved it?
I believe you're looking for this.
Angel.
- My God.
- Is he gonna be all right?
WESLEY:
In time. Maybe.
GUNN: He's out of it.
FRED: Oh, God.
GUNN:
He's gonna be okay.
What do we do? Wesley...
Where are you going?
I'm done here.
Why take so long
to tell us about him?
You knew what he could do to us.
You're human.
He wouldn't have hurt you.
I thought you were safer
not knowing.
We were safer? You really
don't care anymore, do you?
He'll need more blood. I'm fresh out.
FRED:
It's okay.
- God, he's freezing.
- I'll get some more blankets.
FRED:
Connor.
Sit down.
You're too weak to take me.
You really think that?
So, How was your summer?
Mine was fun.
Saw fish. Went mad with hunger.
Hallucinated a whole bunch.
You deserve worse.
Because I killed Holtz. Except I didn't.
I tried telling you that while you
were busy offshore dumping me...
...but I didn't know the whole score.
Holtz killed himself.
Actually, he had your buddy Justine
do it with an ice pick...
...just to make you hate me.
Even if...
- You still deserved it.
- What I deserve is open to debate.
But understand,
there's a difference between...
...wishing vengeance on someone
and taking it.
So now the question becomes...
...what do you deserve?
Daddy's not finished talking.
Wesley told me everything
that's been going on.
So as far as I'm concerned,
what you deserve rests on one answer.
Did you do something to Cordelia?
No.
- He's lying.
- No, I'm not.
GUNN: Just happened to disappear
the same night.
I'm telling the truth, okay?
I know.
I can tell.
Done enough lying
for me to know the difference.
The truth has a better sound to it.
Less nasal, you know?
Get up.
What you did to me was unbelievable,
Connor.
I got stuck in a hell dimension
by my girlfriend...
...for a hundred years,
so a few months under the ocean...
...actually gave me perspective.
Kind of a M.C. Escher perspective.
But I did get time to think.
About us. About the world.
Nothing in the world is the way
it ought to be.
It's harsh and cruel.
But that's why there's us.
Champions. Doesn't matter
where we come from...
...what we've
done or suffered...
...or even if we
make a difference.
We live as though the world were as
it should be to show it what it can be.
You're not a part of that yet.
I hope you will be.
I love you, Connor.
Now, get out of my house.
Angel!
All that talking, it really
takes it out of you.
FRED: He needs rest.
- I need Cordy. Now.
Wherever she is,
whatever she's going through.
We have to find her.
God, I am so bored.
---
LORNE: Here you go.
FRED: Thank you.
GUNN: You gonna eat all that?
FRED: Till I'm fat and happy.
LORNE: These look good too.
CORDELIA: Stuffing?
CONNOR: What's that?
CORDELIA: Sweet potatoes.
LORNE:
Pass those over here, doll.
CONNOR: Are they good?
CORDELIA: Try them.
Back in Pylea, they used to
call me sweet potato.
Really?
Yeah, well, the exact translation
was "Fragrant Tuber," but...
You're not hungry?
No, I'm starving. I just...
I wanna freeze this moment.
You. Connor.
All of us.
Safe and happy and together.
Considering what we went through
over this summer.
To family.
To family.
As long as it's not mine.
- You can't toast with an empty glass.
- It's not bad luck, is it?
- Angel, relax. Things are back
to the way they should be...
...and nothing is ever
going to break us apart again.
And if anything tries...
...I'm going to have to go all glowy
and personally kick its ass.
I like it when you glow.
Well, play your cards right...
CONNOR:
Do I have to watch this part?
I could poke your eyes out.
Come on, Dad.
It'll stick up like yours.
You should be so lucky. Let's eat.
FRED: Rolls?
LORNE: Hmm those look good.
CORDELIA: Careful, those are hot.
GUNN: Now we're talking.
CONNOR: I like this.
CORDELIA: I thought so.
- Can I get the...?
CONNOR: Delicious.
- Carrots.
FRED: Smells so good.
GUNN: Get your hands out of my plate.
FRED: Peas?
CONNOR: Can I have the rolls?
WESLEY: The salt, please.
FRED: Kill me now
before my stomach explodes.
CORDELIA: Try the gravy.
- It comes in a little boat.
Could I get the...?
Cordy, what...?
Now look what you've done, silly.
Freeze the moment, Dad.
It'll last forever.
Deep Down
GUNN: You okay?
- No. You?
- Nope.
- Nice we still do things together.
How we doing?
About the same.
FRED: Charles!
Hang on.
GUNN: Your ass better be insured.
- Worry about your own ass, ese.
Warm bloods rolling down my street
hassling my hermanos. It ain't gonna fly.
- We're looking for the girl.
GUNN: Tell us where she is.
Who, Marissa?
I thought you guys were supposed
to be a couple detectives.
Or was that before
your buddy Angel went bye-bye?
- We found you, didn't we?
- And look what it got you.
We just want to talk to her, that's all.
Condemned building off Figueroa.
Top floor.
And tell her I want my CDs back, yeah?
GUNN: We'll pass it along.
- No, you know what? Better yet...
...I'll tell her myself.
Angel left you a little toy?
More than one.
Charles!
Did you see that?
Wasn't that cool?
That was cool.
FRED: You can't run off like that when
we're supposed to be working.
We've talked about that.
- Their gang was getting away.
GUNN: Let them.
What you don't do
is divide your strength.
- Sorry.
FRED: It was different in Quor-toth...
...but you're in Los Angeles now.
You're taking on a big responsibility.
You have to start thinking
about more than just yourself.
I know.
I know.
That thing with the axe was cool, huh?
Yeah, that was tight.
Now you get to clean it.
- Vamp's dust. Nothing to clean.
- Two coats of polish.
We gonna tell him?
- I don't wanna get his hopes up again.
- What about yours?
We have to keep trying.
I'm not saying we shouldn't
but we spent the last three months...
...chasing dead ends
trying to find Angel and Cordy...
...and the only thing
we're closing in on is an eviction.
It'd be a lot easier handling this crap
with Lorne pitching in.
Where's our future-reading empath demon
when we need him?
Mr. Big-Hit is too busy
"Danke Schoen"-ing
tourists to care about us.
- You try him again?
- Like, 60 times.
He's lost the mission, bro.
We're about to lose this whole place,
and you know you can't say "bro."
We need to start hustling up
some paying clients.
We will, as soon as we find Marissa.
Can I say "dog"?
Oh, this looks good.
"Condemned tenement on Figueroa."
Could be her.
Evil Dead was probably messing with us.
Not much chance she knows anything.
Angel's car was found by the bluffs.
That used to be her feeding ground.
She might be able to tell us
what happened...
...if we can find her.
CONNOR: Find who?
ANGEL:
Cordelia.
- I didn't think you were coming.
- You know me better than that.
Better than anybody.
I don't know if that's true.
Yes, you do.
It's so beautiful here.
ANGEL: Yes.
Yes, it is.
Just the way it should be.
But it's not.
This isn't how it happened.
I know.
I like this version better.
It was Connor.
He was here. He...
I can't remember what it was like...
...not knowing you.
Not being close to you.
I'm in love with you, Angel.
Deep down, I think I have been
for a long time.
I needed you to know that.
I need you, Cordy.
I need you.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
So why didn't you tell me?
We wanted to be sure.
We don't even know
if Marissa saw anything.
- But she could have.
FRED: Maybe.
We're gonna talk to her and find out.
- I'm coming.
GUNN: No.
- It's only one vamp. We can handle it.
- He's my father.
If she knows what happened to him, l...
Okay. Go get your weapons.
- Think that's a good idea?
- I'll keep an eye on him.
Getting information is a finesse job.
He's a blunt instrument.
You wanna tell him no?
You saw how much he's hurting.
How do you think he'll feel if all
Vampirella saw was sand and seaweed?
This is it. No Angel, no Cordy.
We can't find Holtz...
...his psycho girlfriend's gone.
Nothing.
- There's still Wolfram and Hart.
- We'll stroll into their guarded offices...
...and ask Lilah for help finding out
what happened to their archenemy.
But we're broke,
so it'll have to be pro bono.
I didn't say it would be easy.
How's "impossible"?
They're too big. Without Angel here,
we can't afford to piss them off.
- Maybe we should think about asking...
- No.
Well, I'm glad we talked it over.
- We already asked him for help twice.
- We'll ask him again.
Wesley doesn't give a damn about us.
Have we given him a reason to?
He's made his choice.
Now he has to live with it.
[MOANING]
That didn't suck.
Well, maybe just a little bit.
Perhaps that's something
we can expand on next time.
What makes you think
there will be a next time?
Because you can't resist me.
I think you have that backwards.
Where are you going?
Snack break's over.
Time to get back to work.
And Wolfram and Hart
does its best work after dark.
The sun's bad for your complexion.
Ask Angel.
Oh, right, you can't...
...because of the whole "wanting
to smother you with a pillow" thing.
Wouldn't think kidnapping his son
would have such a negative effect.
You thought you were doing
the right thing.
I hear that can be confusing.
Have you tried talking to him?
Maybe when he gets back you could...
[CHUCKLING]
What?
I have no idea where Angel is,
Lilah, or what happened to him.
And I really couldn't care.
Wow. That was cold.
I think we're finally making progress.
Come on. Doesn't it bother you
just a little bit, the not knowing?
That part of my life is dead.
It doesn't concern me now.
No, it doesn't.
It's time.
Let's go for a boat ride.
JUSTINE: So, what's it gonna be tonight, captain?
Bicycle? Old tire?
Or maybe we'll get real lucky...
...and catch us a nice shopping cart.
Here's a wacky thought.
Why don't you swim
down there yourself?
[BEEPING]
No contact. We'll try the next grid.
Do you really think finding Angel's
gonna change anything?
Everything changes.
I guess anything's better
than sitting around in my cage...
...with nothing to do
but to fill my bucket.
Perhaps you should've considered
that before slitting my throat.
The great Wesley Wyndam-Pryce.
The shining beacon
of all that's good and pure.
But, wait, no.
That's before he started...
...banging the enemy and keeping
the slave girl in his closet.
You were always a slave, Justine.
You just couldn't see the chains.
Thanks, swami. I'll meditate on that.
You think she'd be disappointed?
Who?
Your sister.
That's where it all began, isn't it?
Sister murdered by a vampire.
Consumed with the need for revenge.
- For justice.
- Is that what you call it?
Turning a son against his father?
Angel got what he deserved.
We all get what we deserve.
You and Holtz deserved each other.
You two have so much in common.
Pain, loss. Deep-seated lack
of anything approaching humor.
I don't know. We had a few laughs.
Getting you to steal Angel's baby,
that was a good one.
Better than tricking Connor into sinking
his father to the bottom of the ocean?
Well, that was worth a
couple of yuks too.
Not much of a plan though,
was it, really?
Easy to figure out which door
to kick in when Angel went missing.
And not much harder
to persuade you...
...to betray everything Holtz
had given his life for.
Not that it was worth very much.
But you should know.
You're the one that ended it.
I'll take away your bucket.
Or we could do it the loud way.
It doesn't matter.
Looks like she's out.
Man, that's just nasty.
I don't know how people live like this.
FRED:
Helps to be dead.
- One more reason to stay pink and rosy.
- Word.
So, what do you think?
From the smell, I'm guessing
she still lives here. Should we wait...
...for her to come back or...?
- No.
[MUSIC PLAYS]
We won't have to.
FRED:
Marissa, stop. We just want to talk.
- I don't know anything.
GUNN: You psychic?
MARISSA: No.
- Then let us ask a question.
- You know the bluffs by the beach?
- No.
You used to feed there.
Those bluffs.
Three months ago a friend
of ours went missing there.
Tall? Good-Looking? Weird hair?
FRED:
You saw him?
I see a lot of things.
What do you care?
He's my father. If you know...
You never let your guard down!
FRED:
Connor!
If he ain't dead, I'm gonna kill him.
What did you see?
Look, whatever I saw,
whatever I didn't see...
...it doesn't matter, okay?
Come on, handsome.
It'll be our little secret.
GUNN:
Connor?
Connor!
FRED: You all right?
- Where is she?
She attacked me. I had no choice.
Maybe you would have
if you weren't playing hero.
Do you know
what you just did?
Connor!
Three months of this
and he dusts our lead.
You know he wants to find Angel.
How do you think he feels?
It's not like he talks to me.
After everything he's gone through,
you need to be a bit more patient.
He's just a boy.
You sure about that?
Offspring of two vampires?
Last I checked,
that's not supposed to happen.
And jumping off a six-story
without busting your coconut...
...kind of sways me to the side
of "not just a boy."
Come on, Fred. His nickname
back in Quor-toth was "the Destroyer."
Unless you put "Conan"
in front of that, it's not a good sign.
He's Angel's son.
That's all that matters.
ANGEL: Beautiful, isn't it?
The way it should be.
What, no hug?
Just get it over with.
What's the rush?
I'm not going anywhere.
CONNOR:
No, you're not.
What are you laughing at?
I'll tell you later.
Dad!
Thanks.
Go easy, Mabel. Remember,
they're paying to see the green.
- Two minutes.
- Thanks, sweetie.
Bon soir.
Lorne? Lorne!
Hey, it's Fred. I've been trying to get a hold of you.
I'm sorry, hon. I've been booked
out the "wa" and past the "zoo."
If I get any hotter they'll
have to stamp me out.
Lorne, I know you're busy,
but we really need your help.
We had a lead, but it, uh...
...kind of died.
Did you talk to your connections?
Have they heard anything about Angel?
Not a peep. But if I Miracle-Ear anything
I'll send up a smoke signal.
That's my cue.
Take care of yourself...
...and make sure Fluffy's
getting enough love.
Lorne?
GUNN: He have anything?
- No.
And who's Fluffy?
Are you Fluffy?
- He called me Fluffy?
- He said, "Make sure..."
Wait.
You don't think
he was referring...
...to anything of mine
that's fluffy, do you?
Because that would
just be inappropriate.
Like deserting us? No leads, no clients.
Pretty soon, no roof
over my smooth, delicate head.
I could make you a paper hat.
It's going to be okay.
Angel and Cordy are out there
somewhere.
No matter what
the Powers-That-Screw-You...
...throw at us, we're going to find them.
LILAH:
You found Angel?
Young Gavin's had a breakthrough
with the psychics.
Brain boys finally earning their keep.
So where is he?
They haven't pinpointed
his exact location yet.
But they have ascertained that he's
safe and immobilized.
Really? Maybe you can lead them
in a rousing chant...
...and get them to muster up
a little more vague.
He's contained and out of play,
which suits our purposes just fine.
If our purpose is to get caught
with our prophesies down.
Angel is supposed to be a major
player in the Apocalypse.
The little pet project
the senior partners...
...have been working on
since the beginning of time.
Three months, and all you've
been able to ferret out is nothing.
Lilah, Gavin's work with the psychics
has uncovered some invaluable intel...
...in a variety of unexpected areas.
Care to enlighten us?
What I do in my personal time
is none of Gavin's business.
But everything's my business.
I'm not sleeping with him
for information.
Please don't tell me it's the chiseled jaw.
If you have his confidence,
we can play it to our advantage.
He doesn't know anything.
There's nothing to take advantage of.
Except you.
Staff meeting in an hour.
Don't be late. Gavin.
Solid contact. Definitely metallic.
Probably more junk.
Could be anything down there.
Better have a look, then.
WESLEY:
Justine.
Come on.
Congratulations. You're the big hero.
Your friends will throw you a party.
I wonder what the cake's gonna look...
Blood?
WESLEY:
Animal.
JUSTINE: Why hurry?
He's not going anywhere.
WESLEY: A vampire can exist
indefinitely without feeding.
But the damage to brain function
from starvation can be catastrophic.
Slowly.
All your energy wasted to save
that thing. For what?
A happy ending?
Everything like it was?
He hates you.
They all do.
And they're never going to
take you back.
- This going to be the yelling thing again?
- No, no yelling.
- He looks like he's going to yell.
- I do not.
- He always looks like he is.
- I'm not gonna yell.
- Where have you been?
- Out.
We were worried.
I'm sorry.
I shouldn't run off alone.
You'd think I'd know that by now.
It's that big, thick melon.
Your dad's got one just like it.
Angel's always flying off,
getting into trouble.
- I'm not like him.
- You're not as strong yet, but...
Like I care what you think?
What'd you say?
It's been a long night.
Why don't you go wash up.
I'm fine.
I try to be nice, and you see
what he does? He keeps pushing.
It's like... It's like he wants
me to lose it.
He's testing you. With Angel gone,
you're the alpha male.
Damn straight.
- Don't let it go to your head.
- That's not the direction it's flowing.
Let it ring.
What if it's a client?
Then the big dog better close the deal.
Angel Investigations.
Why is it like this?
LORNE: That's the age-old, bubby.
I'll fire you off a postcard
if I noodle an answer.
Life should be beautiful and bright.
But no matter how hard I try...
...everything I touch turns to ashes.
There goes that encouraging hug
I was planning.
Snap to, buckaroo.
The only one turning to ashes
is that patricidal pup of yours.
Hell, I'd take him on myself
if I wasn't just a crappy hallucination.
WESLEY: How is he?
- How do you think?
- He won't shut up.
ANGEL: I have to stop him.
You want to bitch-slap sourpuss
over there for practice?
I'm your cheering section.
Angel.
I have to do it.
Shh. You need to rest now.
"Silencio, peque?o beb?, no digas nada... "
"Mam? va a comprarte un sinsonte... "
"Y si ese sinsonte no canta... "
I should've killed you.
And me without my camera.
He's been down there too long.
Pig's blood isn't enough.
- He needs more substantial nourishment.
- Like what?
Screw you.
I'm not feeding that thing.
No. Your blood's too thin.
LINWOOD: We've got a lot of
ground to cover, so let's get to it.
But first, let's talk about Lilah.
Everybody had a chance
to review her file?
Good. Recommendations?
If I could just have a few minutes
to explain.
Your record speaks for itself.
Volumes.
Your failures at Wolfram and Hart...
...outstrip your successes
by an uncomfortable margin.
Perhaps you would fare better
at a less central office.
One of the third-world
dimensions maybe.
- Sorry.
- What was that?
I said, I'm sorry.
I've made mistakes.
But fear was never one of them.
Is there something you'd like to share?
Why haven't we contained
the vampire offspring for study?
We're assessing that situation.
The same way you're assessing Angel.
Why aren't we trying
to pinpoint Angel's location?
Lilah, this is my corner of the sky.
I decide when the sun rises
and when it sets.
Lack of long-term vision has always
been one of your shortcomings.
And lack of courage has always
been one of yours.
You're afraid of Angel and his son.
And that's the reason...
...for your daring strategy
of "wait and see," isn't it?
You're afraid.
And fear breeds weakness.
I'm hurt. Is that really
what you think of me?
Yes. And Mr. Suvarta agrees with me.
You spoke to a senior partner?
He was really very helpful.
Had some great hints on office furniture.
This is outrageous.
Are you telling me
that you went over my head?
Just under it, actually.
Mr. Suvarta didn't think Linwood's
corner of the sky was sunny enough.
You're all reporting to me now.
Get out.
Gavin.
Please, remove that.
- What?
- I brought you a snack.
I'm not hungry.
You're always hungry.
- What is it?
- Bologna.
No tomatoes?
No tomatoes.
- What do you say?
- Thank you.
You're welcome.
- Is he still mad?
- What do you think?
Sorry.
I can't imagine what you've
been through, Connor.
Being taken away by Holtz,
raised in that place.
It must have been horrible.
I know you're still hurting.
But I promise...
...it's not nearly as much
as you're gonna hurt...
...for what you did to your father.
FRED:
You think that's what Angel felt?
When you did it to him,
did he scream like you?
CONNOR: Why are you doing this?
- Don't even try.
FRED:
We got a call from an old friend.
Been playing a little Ahab.
- He's out there right now on his boat.
- With Angel.
That's right, Sparky,
Daddy's coming home.
I guess there's gonna be a spanking.
He's been down there all alone
for three months, and you knew.
Is that what you did to Cordy?
Stuff her in a box?
How could you do that to us?
We took you into our home...
...we cared for you,
and all this time...
How could you do that?
How could you...?
GUNN:
Fred!
JUSTINE:
He'll turn on you.
He won't be able to help it.
That's what he is.
Sooner or later, he will turn on
you and all your friends!
You just going to leave me?
You can continue being a slave,
Justine, or you can live your life.
Your choice.
FRED:
I would have done anything for him.
Now all I want to do is hurt him.
CONNOR:
Go ahead.
- Hurt me some more, Fred.
- Shut up.
You think I care?
You get used to it.
You don't feel anything, do you?
There's nothing inside.
Why don't you open me up
and find out?
- How could you do it to your father?
- He's not my father.
Yes, he is.
He got what he deserved.
And how soon before we deserved it?
I believe you're looking for this.
Angel.
- My God.
- Is he gonna be all right?
WESLEY:
In time. Maybe.
GUNN: He's out of it.
FRED: Oh, God.
GUNN:
He's gonna be okay.
What do we do? Wesley...
Where are you going?
I'm done here.
Why take so long
to tell us about him?
You knew what he could do to us.
You're human.
He wouldn't have hurt you.
I thought you were safer
not knowing.
We were safer? You really
don't care anymore, do you?
He'll need more blood. I'm fresh out.
FRED:
It's okay.
- God, he's freezing.
- I'll get some more blankets.
FRED:
Connor.
Sit down.
You're too weak to take me.
You really think that?
So, How was your summer?
Mine was fun.
Saw fish. Went mad with hunger.
Hallucinated a whole bunch.
You deserve worse.
Because I killed Holtz. Except I didn't.
I tried telling you that while you
were busy offshore dumping me...
...but I didn't know the whole score.
Holtz killed himself.
Actually, he had your buddy Justine
do it with an ice pick...
...just to make you hate me.
Even if...
- You still deserved it.
- What I deserve is open to debate.
But understand,
there's a difference between...
...wishing vengeance on someone
and taking it.
So now the question becomes...
...what do you deserve?
Daddy's not finished talking.
Wesley told me everything
that's been going on.
So as far as I'm concerned,
what you deserve rests on one answer.
Did you do something to Cordelia?
No.
- He's lying.
- No, I'm not.
GUNN: Just happened to disappear
the same night.
I'm telling the truth, okay?
I know.
I can tell.
Done enough lying
for me to know the difference.
The truth has a better sound to it.
Less nasal, you know?
Get up.
What you did to me was unbelievable,
Connor.
I got stuck in a hell dimension
by my girlfriend...
...for a hundred years,
so a few months under the ocean...
...actually gave me perspective.
Kind of a M.C. Escher perspective.
But I did get time to think.
About us. About the world.
Nothing in the world is the way
it ought to be.
It's harsh and cruel.
But that's why there's us.
Champions. Doesn't matter
where we come from...
...what we've
done or suffered...
...or even if we
make a difference.
We live as though the world were as
it should be to show it what it can be.
You're not a part of that yet.
I hope you will be.
I love you, Connor.
Now, get out of my house.
Angel!
All that talking, it really
takes it out of you.
FRED: He needs rest.
- I need Cordy. Now.
Wherever she is,
whatever she's going through.
We have to find her.
God, I am so bored.