At the office, Cordelia is re-enacting her audition for a commercial while Doyle watches. Doyle is wearing yet another shirt that he must have stolen from Pacey. Can't the WB afford separate wardrobes for its shows? The phone rings, but Cordy keeps talking until Doyle asks if she plans to answer the phone, at which point Angel appears in the doorway to add, "Good question." Uh oh, the boss is here! Cordy tries to answer the phone but the answering machine has already picked up. Turns out it's someone improbably named "Aura" calling to chat with Cordelia. Cordy reaches for the phone, but then decides not to answer. When Doyle asks why, Cordy says that between her sucky apartment and failing acting career, she's "not up for leading the parade of pain." Doyle suggests that if her place is that bad, Cordy could spend a night at his apartment sometime. Swing...and a miss! Cordy calls goodnight to Angel and leaves.
Angel is reading in his office when Doyle enters and demands to know all about Cordy. Angel offers, "Well, I know that she can't type or file...until today I had some hope regarding the phone." Asked who Aura is, Angel explains that she's one of Cordy's old Sunnydale pals, and claims that "people called them the Cordettes," which I don't remember happening, plus I thought Harmony was the leader of their little gang. They repeat the fact that Cordy used to be rich, and now she isn't. Cordy arrives home to find her door lock sticking, her lights flickering, her water faucets spewing sludge, and roaches crawling on her TV. Big ones, too. Ew. She calls the manager to ask why the exterminators haven't come. While on the phone, something crunches under her foot. Yup, now there's squished roaches on the carpet. Ew, ew, ew. Cordy searches for Doyle's phone number. I don't like bugs, so already this episode is working on me. Doyle hurries into his apartment to answer the ringing phone, but is interrupted when someone inside says, "Hello Doyle." He turns to see a dapper demon of color behind him.
After the credits, Doyle tries to sweet-talk the demon, who is demanding money. This works about as well as it does when he tries it on Cordelia. This particular demon has a number of spikes poking out over his head and along his jawline, but he's wearing a nice jacket so I don't think he's so bad. Doyle claims he has the money, and starts to open a dresser drawer. The demon slams the drawer on Doyle's hand and asks, "You're not stupid enough to have a gun in there, right?" Doyle denies any subterfuge, pulls the drawer all the way out, and then clobbers the demon with the drawer and scampers away.
A record of "Ode to Joy" is playing at Angel's, while the sounds of water running can be heard in the background. At a knock on the door, Angel wanders out, fresh from the shower and wrapping a towel around himself. This scores very high on the list of things I never wanted to see. Anyway, he opens the door, and it's Cordy, carrying a number of bags and suitcases. She explains that she can't stand her apartment, and adds, "Get this: I tried to call Doyle -- I have sunk that low -- and there was no answer, so here I am. Not that you were the last resort, it's just that I had nowhere else left to go." Heh. I can't help noting the painting of an elf playing a flute on the wall behind Angel in this scene. Has he been shopping at Renaissance Fairs? During her ranting, Cordy also turns the record off, halting "Ode to Joy," which is, I'll confess, an unusually subtle bit of foreshadowing for this show. Cordy goes on to complain about the roaches, describing them as "all skinny feet and creepy antlers," which causes Angel to wonder, "Antlers?" She ignores him, and suddenly wonders how many roaches might be hidden in her luggage. Angel looks perturbed by that idea. Cordy concludes by saying she needs a shower, and that she'll have to stay at Angel's place until she finds a new apartment. In return, when she gets resettled, Angel is welcome to come visit. "Hey, you can just dump my stuff on your couch or let me have the bed, whatever you feel good about." She heads for the shower, stopping to ask, "Do you have mousse?" After looking at Angel again, she realizes, "Of course you do." Exit Cordy, who did a good job even though she had virtually all the dialogue there.
Doyle enters the office the morning, looking all shifty and nervous. As usual. He descends into the vampcave and finds Cordy sitting at the breakfast table in a robe, combing her hair while using a shiny tea kettle as a mirror. Hee. She greets Doyle and asks, "You ever get that feeling like you just can't shower enough, like something's happened and you'll never be clean?" While Doyle tries to follow that line of thought, Angel enters, wearing boxers (black, naturally) and a red robe. Which I really wish he'd tied around him. Please, make him put clothes on! He's also got some sort of unidentifiable pendant hanging on a chain around his neck, I guess to draw attention to his shiny, pale chest. Ugh. He complains that Cordy got peanut butter on his bed. Cordy denies any responsibility, but goes to examine the evidence. Doyle has the predictable comedic misinterpretation: "You know I was crazy about her, and I was wearing her down, too! But no, handsome brooding vampire guy has to swoop in, all sensitive mouth and overhanging forehead." Angel questioningly feels his eyebrows. I'm really a sucker for any jokes making fun of Angel's appearance. Doyle goes on, "How about leaving some scraps for the homely looking fellas who don't turn evil when the get some?" Angel explains, Doyle is reassured. Cordy returns, now wearing a pinkish pleated skirt that laces down the front, which is low on her hips so there's a gap between it and her skanky little top, and who is dressing these people? Cordy insists that Angel must have gotten peanut butter on the sheets. When Angel points out, "I don't eat," she responds, "Well, then I don't even want to know how it got there." Ew. Given Angel's clear declaration that he does not eat, and how regular the inconsistencies are becoming, I expect we'll see him dining on steak sometime soon.
Angel leaves to wash his sheets, and Cordy complains about Angel's lack of mirrors. "Like it'd kill him to not see himself?" Heh again. Doyle asks if anyone has called the office lately trying to find him. Cordy says yes, his cousin called yesterday, "With one of those names from your part of England." Doyle more or less lets that pass, and when Cordy asks if his "cousin" found him, he says yes. "But you see, a little warning might have been nice. Give a guy a chance to neat the place up, you know?" Cordy says she was just trying to do Doyle a favor, and maybe she shouldn't have bothered. Doyle points out that Cordy doesn't pick up the phone when her own friends call, so there's no need to make an effort for him. Cordy suggests, "How about you make me a list of the people you're too good to talk to?" Meow! Go Cordy. Angel enters, and asks what's happening. Doyle insists it's nothing, and when Angel notices the bruise on Doyle's hand, Doyle claims he got it playing badminton. Angel is suddenly distracted, and asks, "And the reason that there's a wet towel on my leather chair?" Cordy tries to smile winningly, and Angel grabs the towel and sulks away.
Some time later, Doyle is stealing one of Angel's books when he notices Cordy slicing up the linoleum in the kitchenette with what looks like a butter knife. Cordy explains that she wanted to know if there were hardwood floors underneath. Uh. Okay. Cordy has also set up her trophies, tiara, and diploma on a nearby shelf. The diploma is a bit singed around the edges, as a little nod to those who saw the last season finale of Buffy. Angel comes downstairs -- which reminds me, how come sometimes they take the elevator and sometimes they take the stairs? It's only one floor, isn't it? I'm pretty damn lazy, and even I wouldn't take an elevator just to go down one level. Anyway, Angel tells Doyle, "There's a big guy here to see you. I'll tell him you'll be right up." Doyle nervously thanks Angel. As soon as Angel starts back up, Doyle dashes to the back door, or something. As he scurries around another corner upstairs, Angel steps out in front of him and asks, "You gonna tell me what's going on?" That was pretty sneaky. For Angel. I'd really like a map of this building's layout, because what I've seen makes no sense.
A blipvert spares us from hearing about plot points we already know. Doyle asks Angel for help dealing with this demon trouble. Angel says he has his own priorities, but if Doyle can help him, maybe he can help Doyle. But we are interrupted before we learn what Angel needs help with, as Cordy enters, asking "I was just wondering if you had any linoleum glue...for if it started curling up all over." Angel sounding, and no doubt feeling, like a stressed father who's very close to snapping, says very, very quietly, "I'll be there in a minute." Cordy heads back downstairs, and we wait eagerly to find out what on earth Angel could possibly want help with. Oh, the suspense! Well, it turns out Angel wants Doyle to help Cordy find a new place. I didn't see that coming.
Doyle claims he can use his contacts to locate an apartment, but Cordy won't let him, so...cue the wacky apartment-hunting montage! There's the tiny one-room apartment. There's the commune, with a very public toilet and group meetings at 5 AM. Cordy says that's too early for her, but the perky cultist says, "You'll be up: the chanting starts at four!" Finally, there's the place with the slimy landlord (could this be Pantalone?), who scratches his belly as he points out how safe Cordy will be with him just across the hall. Cordy reluctantly asks Doyle if they can ask his friend for help, which causes a blipvert. During all this wackiness, Angel is in Doyle's apartment, thinking. We know he's thinking because he's holding his fingers up near his mouth. He picks the dresser drawer up off the floor and leans in, peering into the empty slot in the dresser. Oh, he was thinking so hard because he was trying to figure out how to put the drawer back in! But he'll never get the chance to try out his theory, because that's when the dapper demon grabs him from behind.
Melissa Gilbert, or someone who looks an awful lot like her, escorts Cordy and Doyle into a charming furnished apartment. It's also got a fireplace, just like Angel's place. I had no idea that fireplaces were so common in Southern California apartments. ["They're not." --Wing Chun] Cordy declares that it's perfect, and agrees to take it. Let's all just choose to believe that they discussed how much rent was already, and we didn't see that part, okay? As Half-Pint goes to fill out the "rental forms" (Is there some reason I don't know to avoid the word "lease" there?), Cordy gestures to a dividing wall and says, "First thing, I hire someone to take out that wall." Doyle says he thought she said it was perfect, but Cordy explains "Part of it [sic] being perfect is there being one tiny little flaw for me to fix." Doyle suggests, "That must be why you find me so fascinating." Cordy, bless her, snorts but otherwise ignores him. Not only can she afford this place for what she was paying to live in the roach hotel, but she can afford to plan modifications to the architecture? Cordy and Doyle stroll away, so they don't notice when that wall Cordy dislikes start to morph out into the shape of a face. Uh oh, it looks like it's Angel versus The Frighteners!
So, in End of Days am I supposed to root for Arnold Schwarzenegger and against Gabriel Byrne? 'Cause that's not gonna happen.
Oh, hey, remember back when that demon grabbed Angel? Well, they're still fighting. Angel slams the dapper demon's head into various things and learns that his name is Griff, and that since Doyle hasn't repaid his mysterious employer, Griff is going to kill Doyle. Griff asks why a vampire would help "some little demon half-breed." Angel threatens Griff, and Griff agrees to let Angel get the money from Doyle. Meanwhile, Cordy sleeps in her new home. The radio switches on, playing "You Always Hurt the Ones You Love," drawers mysteriously open and close. A woman hisses, "What do you think you're doing here? You never should have come." The captioning adds, "What do you think you are, you little tramp?" A drawer slams shut suddenly, waking Cordy. Back at the office, Doyle says Angel didn't do much good, since Doyle still doesn't have the money to repay his debt. Eventually it occurs to him to thank Angel anyway, though. Angel decides to switch from vampire detective to vampire psychiatrist, and asks Doyle why he lives the way he does. Doyle says it keeps his expectations from getting too high, which I don't think is much of an answer, and theorizes that Angel would understand that. Angel says he does, but points out, "This kind of life sort of picked me. You don't have to do it this way. What happened?" Doyle insists, "Things aren't all gloom in Doyle City." Doyle City? Doyle says that Cordy is one of the bright spots in his life, which suggests just how bad things are for Doyle, and he speculates about how grateful Cordy will be to him for her new apartment. Well until she learns that he only helped her so Angel would protect him, at least.
Cordy is sitting upright in bed, listening to a variety of creepy noises. She turns the radio off, but can't get the lamp to come on. When she reaches for a glass of water on the nightstand, it begins boiling. As the bed begins bobbing up and down, Cordy starts to shout, "I'm from Sunnydale! You're not scaring me, you know!" By the time the sun comes up, Cordy is pulling a Rain Man, rocking back and forth on the floating bed, which suddenly drops to the floor. We find her looking into the bathroom mirror, reassuring herself, "Bright, shiny morning. Nothing bad here." She opens the medicine cabinet and when she closes it she's looking down, so she doesn't see the rumpled old dead lady behind her in the mirror. Cordy moves to the living room, where she pulls a chair out about two inches from the wall, which seems like an odd thing to do, but what do I know about interior decorating? As she starts to move on, the chair slides back against the wall. Cordy chuckles a little, and pulls the chair out several feet. This time the chair smashes into the wall and breaks. As she backs up, a curtain cord thingy (do those things have a name?) begins wrapping around her arm, and as she wriggles away Cordy reverts to shouting again. "You know what? I get it! You're a ghost, you're dead! Big accomplishment; move on! You see a light anywhere? Go towards it, okay?" A wind begins blowing, scattering packing material and rocking the lamps. "Oooo, cold wind! Scary!" responds Cordy sarcastically. "What are you going to do, chap me to death?" Hee hee!
The wind dies away suddenly when there's a knock at the door. Cordy opens it to find that Angel and Doyle have come to visit. Man, it just gets worse and worse for her, doesn't it? Angel is holding a teeny tiny little pot with a teeny tiny little cactus in it. Angel says, "Cactus. Housewarming present." That was a weird enough demonstration of Angel's lousy social skills that I kind of liked it. Cordy tries to tell them to come back later, when she's done settling in, but Doyle pushes his way through. Cordy looks back to see Angel still leaning in the doorway, getting a tan or something, and says with a rather pleased tone, "Oh, that's right, you can't come in." Angel immediately steps inside and shuts the door. "Wait, what about the rule?" Cordy asks. Angel reminds her that she invited him to come over when she got a new place. "What? I didn't even have a place then! These rules are getting all screwed up!" says Cordy, echoing the thoughts of many viewers. Then Cordy notices that Doyle has picked up the, um, curtain cord thingy, and she exclaims, "Oh my god, don't touch that!" Doyle says he's just closing the curtains "so our boss doesn't burst into flames." No comment.
Angel asks for a tour, which Cordy provides by pointing and saying rapidly, "This is the kitchen, living room, I'm gonna knock out that wall and that's about it." As she mentions that wall a pair of scissors goes flying straight for Angel, who happens to step out of the way, allowing Cordy to catch them with no one the wiser. Particularly Angel, who wasn't that wise to begin with. Cordy opens a cabinet drawer, and as she drops the scissors in the bottom of the drawer begins to bulge up into a face. She slams the drawer shut, and turns back to her visitors, suggesting they might want to step out somewhere for lunch. One of Cordy's trophies dives off the mantel toward Doyle, but Angel catches it. Cordy claims that the mantel is uneven, but by now even Angel has noticed something is amiss. Cordy tries again, suggesting that "It's a very, very bad trophy." Creepy noises start up, and Cordy turns to find "DIE" written on the wall behind her. As the letters begin to drip bloodily, Angel suggests they leave. Cordy rebels, saying she will not give up her apartment. "It's haunted," Angel points out. "It's rent-controlled!" she responds. "Maybe it's not done yet, maybe it's 'diet!' That's friendly! A little judgmental, sure...I am not giving it up! It's perfect, and beautiful, it's so me. I need it!" Angel tries to argue, pointing out "You don't need it, it's just a place. You're more than that." Johanna says that this was a nice thing for him to say, and that Angel's actually a really nice guy, yet she continues to deny being in love with him. I know better. Cordy asks Angel, "How am I more than that?" rather plaintively. Doyle suggests that maybe they could cleanse the apartment, which Cordy begs Angel to do. Angel says that they can talk about it back at the office, and as he and Doyle drag Cordy through the door she shouts, "Listen good, Casper! You haven't won a thing! I'll die before I give up this apartment!" In the empty room we hear the ghost respond cheerily, "All right dear, if that's what you think is best."
Less than two weeks till Dogma opens. Yay!
Doyle is searching the web for information about people who might have lived, or died, in Cordy's apartment. What kind of specialized search engine do they have? Angel tries his vampire shrink act with Cordy, pointing out that it's just a place to live. She says no, it's more, and that "if it goes away...it's like I'm still getting punished." Angel asks what she's being punished for, and Cordy shrugs. "I dunno, for how I was. For everything I said in high school just 'cause I could get away with it. And then it all ended and I had to pay. But this apartment -- I could be me again! Punishment over, welcome back to your life. Like, I couldn't be that awful if I get to have place like that. It's just like you." Angel nods, and says, "Working for redemption." Cordy frowns and replies, "Um, I meant because you used to have that mansion." I don't like the idea of Cordy regretting her behavior, but a funny joke at the end helps the medicine go down. Doyle discovers the very first tenant of her apartment was Maude Pearson, who died of a heart attack in the living room. Cordy says that must be the ghost, because "the place has that weird little old lady smell, like violets and aspercreme." Cordy is all reved up to cleanse that ghost right out of her hair, but Angel is less positive. Paging through a book, he says, "It's not an easy spell. I mean, hawthorne berries, and lungwort, and bile. We need bile. I don't know if we can get everything." I've got some bile to spare, if they really need it. But Doyle claims to know yet another guy, someone "in Koreatown who does these spells all the time." Cordy ungratefully asks if this is the same guy who helped find her "poltergeistalicious apartment." Angel sends Doyle on his way, and leaves Cordy to surf the web while he goes to consult with Kate.
That night the office phone rings. The answering machine starts recording, but when Cordy hears Angel's voice she picks up the phone, and he tells her to meet him back at her apartment. She enters her place, and hears Angel calling her from the bedroom. She goes in, but no one's there. Then she turns around and runs right into ol' Maude, who says "You got my call," in Angel's voice. For some reason I can accept that the ghost can imitate voices perfectly, and dial a phone, but I would like to know how she had Angel's number, and how she knew that only Cordy was there when she called. Cordy races back to the front door, but she can't get it open. Suddenly she's thrown across the room. When she picks herself up, Maude is there saying "Poor thing, you just don't fit in around here do you? Too bad you wouldn't leave my son alone." "Your son?" asks Cordy. Maude attacks Cordy with a blipvert.
Kate apologizes that she can't be more help to Angel. He says that eliminating possibilities helps. "Now you're talking like a detective," says Kate. Angel claims that he is a detective. Kate points out that detectives have résumés, business licenses , and last names. "Pop stars and Popes, those are the one-name guys, " she says. But Popes have several names, even if they are all first names. Despite this, Angel says, "You got me. I'm a Pope." Leave the comic relief to Cordy, Angel. A junior deus ex policeman comes in with some old files. We learn that Maude's death was considered suspicious because she had a lot of arguments with her son, Dennis. Apparently Maude didn't like Dennis's fiancé, says Kate, "and Dennis skips town with her the day that mom drops dead. What a coincidence." There weren't any other murders in that apartment, so, for no readily apparent reason, Angel asks if there were any suicides. He explains to Kate, "There's a kind of a killer that does that." "Makes it look like a suicide?" she asks. When he doesn't really answer, she turns back to the computer and searches for suicides at the apartment. I'd like to know what story he gave to Kate to explain why he wondered if anyone had ever died in this particular place, but whatever. Sure enough, they discover that three women have killed themselves in that apartment over the years. Angel goes to call the office, and Doyle answers. Angel asks for Cordy, but Doyle says she isn't there. Doyle plays the message on the machine, and when Angel hears his voice telling Cordy to go the apartment, he says, "That's not me," and hangs up before Doyle has time to explain that your voice always sounds strange when you hear it on a recording.
Cordy, near tears, tries to explain to Maude that she's not whoever Maude thinks she is, and insists that her friends will be coming. Maude answers, "You don't have friends. Why would anyone care about you?"
Angel drives to the apartment while explaining to Doyle that Maude's son killed her, and that Maude can't rest till the truth comes out. Doyle speculates that he should have gotten more bile. Hey, I offered.
Maude continues to tell Cordy that she's worthless and that no one will miss her as the dining room chandelier crashes to the floor. Some wiring spools down from the ceiling and wraps around Cordy's throat while Maude goes on with her self-loathing seminar. Up goes Cordy, who passes out, and Maude vanishes just as Angel and Doyle burst in. Cordy is eased to the floor, where she coughs and gasps, and then begins sobbing and hysterically telling them "She'll be back, she's stronger than us. And she knows me!" While the moaning and wind start again, Angel tries to calm Cordy down, saying "She thinks you're someone -- someone she blames for her murder." Cordy explains, "I'm taking her son away. She thinks I'm taking her son." Angel explains that Maude's son killed her, and adds, "You're playing a role in her delusion, that gives you power. You're the one who can stop her." Doyle sets up some rocks and stuff in a circle as Angel starts reciting from his handy spell book. Books and ashtrays fly across the room, crashing into walls. Angel tells Cordy to stand in the circle, but she just keeps crying.
The ghost whispers to her, "They don't care about you. They want you to fail. They know you're a tarted-up little whore with no money and no future..." Angel tells Doyle to chant, and gives him the spell book, along with a quick primer in pronouncing Latin. Angel tries tough love with Cordy, telling her that the ghost is doing this to her, and that she's not a weak little quitter, concluding with, "You can be the biggest pain I've ever seen! Do it now!" As Doyle mangles some Latin, and more objects fly around and smash into things, Angel decides maybe they should give up. Dragging Cordy with them, they head for the door. Suddenly Quentin Tarantino grabs the camera, because the door swings open and we zoom toward three guns, aimed into the room by Griff and two of his dapper friends. "No one's going anywhere," says Griff, pretending to be Samuel L. Jackson.
As Griff, his obviously demonic friend, and his not-obviously-but-still-possibly demonic friend enter the room, Angel whines, "You were going to let him pay." "I lied," explains Griff. Maude materializes behind the three gunbeings and shouts, "No more people!" Griff's two buddies are a little weirded out by the materializing old lady and the wind and all, but Griff says, "Ignore her, it's just a ghost." That's no way to talk to Maude, pal. She pops out in front of them, shouting, "Get out!" and making the light bulbs explode. Doyle and Cordy dive, or fall, to the floor, and one of the gunbeings fires at Maude. Naturally, the bullet goes through her and chips part of the fireplace, leading Maude to complain, "You broke it!" Angel attacks Griff, and the less obviously demonic guy runs away. Doyle is having less luck with the other demon, but luckily, sorta, that's when Maude starts flinging knives at everyone. Doyle ducks out of the knives' path, and so much for the obviously demonic guy. Griff and Angel keep practicing for the Fight Club meeting. Cordy is suddenly lifted up and sucked into the bedroom. Doyle tries to help Angel battle Griff, while Maude complains to Cordy,"Your friends are dirty. They ruined my nice home." Hey Maude, you're the one painting the walls with blood and smashing stuff. Maude goes on to say that she can smell poverty and failure on Cordy, who collapses in tears on the floor, saying, "I'm sorry." Maude responds, "You'd better be sorry, you stupid little bitch." Suddenly Cordy stops crying and looks up, repeating, "I'm a bitch." "Take the sheets off the bed, make a noose, go on," suggests Maude, "It'll all be over soon." Cordy stands up, looking very calm and collected, and not at all like she's been sobbing hysterically for the past ten minutes. Then she says, "I'm not a snivelling, whiny little cry-Buffy." Snerk! Double-snerk, considering how Buffy's been acting lately. Cordy continues, "I'm the nastiest girl in Sunnydale history. I take crap from no one." Maude keeps trying gamely, telling Cordy to make a noose, but Cordy interrupts with a firm "back off, Polygrip! You think you're bad? All mean and haunty? Picking on poor, pathetic Cordy. Well get ready to haul your wrinkly, translucent ass out of this place, 'cause lady, the bitch is back." Hee, and yay! Maybe we can get Maude to scare a spine into Joey, too. Angel and Griff keep fighting, but Angel is pinned against the wall by a haunted armchair. Cordy finishes up her own brand of exorcism, telling Maude, "I think you're gonna pack your little ghost bags and get the hell out of my house!" Maude screams and falls back, vanishing, as the various flying objects in the living room suddenly crash to the floor. Angel is freed from the ghostly chair, and quickly manages to snap Griff's neck. Ick.
As Doyle and Angel pull themselves back together, Cordy comes out. Doyle asks what happened and Cordy explains, "She pissed me off." Suddenly Cordy gets the White-Tinted Contacts of Ghostly Possession, grabs a nearby floor lamp, and starts smashing through that darn wall. Maude reappears, looking frightened, as Cordy reveals a little cubby behind the bricks, containing a skeleton. Maude screams, causing...no, not a blipvert, but a full-fledged flashback. "You Always Hurt the Ones You Love" plays in the background, as a live Maude efficiently walls her son up inside the brick wall. "How are you gonna leave now?" she chirps. Dennis pleads for his life to no avail. Maude finishes up the wall, plasters over it, and just as she hangs a painting on the finished product, has a heart attack. Back in the present, Maude trembles as the skeleton of her son suddenly glows, and a spooky mist begins oozing out of the wall. The mist congeals into a pretty cool looking CGI skull, which turns toward Maude as she begs for forgiveness, and suddenly lunges at her. Maude is vaporized. Cordy comments, "I knew I didn't like that wall."
Doyle adds a new deadbolt to his door while Angel practices for that psychiatry degree. "You know I'll help you out," he tells Doyle. Doyle thanks Angel, and Angel continues, "But sooner or later I'm gonna need to hear it." Doyle asks what "it" is, and Angel says, "The story of your life." Man, I hope that's off-screen, because I actually don't need to hear it. Doyle says he'll tell all eventually, blah, blah, they share a moment. Cordy is at her place, talking to Aura on the phone, bragging about her apartment. She says, "Yeah, I have a roommate, but it's cool; I never see him." Cordy's non-product-placed can of generic diet root beer begins sliding across the end table, and Cordy covers the phone to say, "Hey, Phantom Dennis, put that back." The Phantom Dennis. Tee hee hee! The soda slides back into position, but then the TV comes on. Cordy has to explain, "When I am on the phone, that's quiet time." Click. "Thanks!" says Cordy. Cordy returns to discussing Sunnydale gossip, and so ends the show. I hope we get to see more of Cordy's ghost-management in future episodes. And I predict that Doyle will become jealous of Dennis.