Eternity

S01E17

"We're doomed," Wesley intones while we stare at Angel's big head. Angel suggests various paths of escape, but Wesley shoots down all his suggestions. The trilling, tense music, combined with the fact that we see both of them in tight close-up so that there's no context, is the equivalent of a flashing neon sign that reads: "Ironic comedy punch-line ahead!" It turns out that they're not fighting the minions of darkness at all, they're just sitting in a sparsely populated theater, watching Cordelia star in A Doll's House. For some reason, when I saw the set I instantly thought of A Doll's House, and was amused to discover that my guess was right. Cordy's stiff gestures and line-reading are appalling, although she does enunciate very clearly, and that's why Angel and Wesley are so desperate to leave. See, it's a hilarious comedy gag! Cordy breaks character and calls, "Line!" before getting some prompting from backstage. "And I thought I knew eternity," Angel mutters. Welcome to my world, Angel. At least I get to enjoy the music during the credits, though.

After the usual Koyaanisqatsi shot of nighttime traffic, we cut to Cordy strolling down the street with an uncomfortable Angel and Wesley. She wants their opinion of her performance. Wesley finally comes up with "You took the role and made it your own." I have some problems with Cordelia's purported lack of acting ability, since she's demonstrated plenty of ability to schmooze and bluff, which is essentially acting. Admittedly, it's different from performing on stage and reading someone else's lines, but I still don't believe she'd be quite this atrocious. But that's me. Anyway, Cordy asks if Angel thought she was good, and he responds, "I wouldn't say it if I didn't think so." Cordy grins, then notices that Angel left himself a loophole, but is suddenly distracted and shouts, "There's Oliver Simon!"

Across the street is a crowd of people, and apparently Cordy's peripheral vision noticed and recognized a famous talent agent among them. Sure. She says, "I was at a party with him once," and then tells Angel, "You were there!" Angel stares for a moment at Oliver and mentions, "He gave me his card." That's a little reference to "City of" right there. Cordy is bitter that Angel made an impression with Oliver, but is distracted again when she sees who Oliver is with: "Rebecca Lowell!" We see a petite skeleton with dark hair in a red dress stroll out to the street. No one recognizes the name, so Cordy explains that Rebecca played "Raven" in On Your Own, which aired for nine and a half years before being cancelled by "the idiot network." They still don't know who she is. While Cordy complains about their ignorance of pop culture, Angel notices a car idling down the street. Rebecca, for no readily explicable reason, begins walking across the street intently, abandoning her manager and the crowd of people. The car begins moving down the street, while Angel runs across the hood of a parked car and into the street. Racing car. Rebecca blinded by oncoming headlights in the middle of the street. Angel running. Angel pushing Rebecca out of the way and rolling off the hood of the car before it speeds away. Angel's got on some fierce boots. Oliver and company (hee) scurry to make sure Rebecca is unharmed as Angel picks himself up. Rebecca approaches and asks Angel if he's okay. Cordy answers for him, insisting it was an honor to save her life. Rebecca tries again to speak to Angel, and Cordy explains that Angel doesn't know who Rebecca is. Rebecca seems stunned by the very idea while Oliver tries to give Angel a few bucks as a thank-you gesture. Oliver looks and acts a bit like Steven Spielberg, which also means he looks and acts a bit like Dawson Leery, which of course means that I've got several good reasons not to like him already. Rebecca introduces herself by saying, "I'm Rebecca," like she doesn't have a last name, and asks Angel, "You make a habit of this sort of thing?" Cordy says that he does, because he's "The Dark Revenger, only not too dark -- happy dark!" Wasn't it the "Dark Avenger" the first time, back in "Hero?" She scrambles for one of their business cards while Rebecca notices an a camera crew in the crowd and grumbles, "Who called E.T.?" Wesley twists around and wonders, "Emma Thompson?" Mark your calendars: Wesley made me chuckle! Oliver suggests that they put their own spin on the murder attempt, while I try to figure out what that might be. Are they really concerned that the tabloids might say she deserves to die? Because otherwise, exactly what "spin" is necessary? When Rebecca turns around, Angel is gone, and Cordy hands Rebecca their business card before being dragged away by Wesley. A blipvert shows Angel's collision with the car again, for anyone who missed it the first time.

At the office, Angel is doing some filing when Cordy bursts in, thrilled because "Last night's all over the front page of the 'Calendar' section" of the newspaper. She shows off the photo, pointing out that her elbow is visible in the corner. Angel tries to rain on the parade, saying it's no big deal, "We got a nice photo of Cordelia's elbow, and an article about me saving a TV star." Angel starts to leave the room when Wesley points out, "There's no mention of you." Angel steps back and cranes his neck around to look at the paper in a disappointed way. After a moment, he unconvincingly says that the omission as a good thing. Cordy is less calm, explaining that Rebecca hasn't had a show since On Your Own and that "We have to use this now before she's just another E! True Hollywood Story!" She claims that if they publicize what happened, stars will be lining up for Angel's services, because who knows when they'll need to be pushed out of the way of an oncoming vehicle? "Glad I beat the crowd then," says Rebecca, entering on cue with her burly bodyguards. Rebecca asks if she can talk to Angel, and when Angel invites her into his office, she turns to her bodyguards and says, "Stay." I already don't like her. Angel follows, but not before repeating the "Stay" instruction to Cordy and Wesley.

Rebecca looks around Angel's office curiously, and notices that he's "not fond of sunshine." She confirms that Angel has never seen On Your Own, and invites him to come by for a private screening "of the episode I didn't win the Emmy for." Angel rolls his eyes along with me, and thanks her for the invitation. Then Rebecca says she's been famous since she was fourteen, so it's refreshing to meet someone who doesn't care about her celebrity status. Angel says, as if he's contradicting her, "Seems like you're surrounded by people who care about you." Rebecca says, "They work for me; they're paid to care." Am I the only one who was really confused by this conversation? We finally get to the point as Rebecca pulls out a pile of threatening letters she's been getting. One of them reads, "I will make you love me. You will see me but I won't speak to you unless you see me There is no other way!" She says her stalker sends her notes written in blood and calls her on her private phone in the middle of the night. Did you consider changing your number? Angel interrupts to tell her that the letters aren't written in blood, and asks if she's called the cops. She explains that Oliver has told her to, but she doesn't want the tabloids to pick up the story. Changing topics at random, Rebecca says that she's up for a new TV show, and that she needs peace of mind. Angel describes the car that almost hit her and says he ran the license plates, and it was stolen. Then he explains he can't take her case. I guess because he only works for blonde stalking victims. Outside, we hear Cordy squeal, "Are you insane?" and then try to cover it by issuing a fake sneeze. Angel tells Rebecca, "You don't need me."

Cordy lectures Angel about throwing out "my first big connection in Hollywood." Wesley tries to interrupt, and Cordy whines, "He can fight off donkey demons that rip people's guts out, but he can't help one defenseless actress from [sic] a psycho?" Heh -- donkey demons. That's a little joke for people who remember "Lonely Hearts." The script is chock full of references to past episodes, ain't it? Wesley calmly explains to Cordelia, "He likes her. He's afraid of getting close." What is there to like about that bony, self-absorbed little -- oh, that's right, he liked Buffy, too. Wesley suggests that they find someone else who can help Rebecca. Then Cordy begins holding her head as if seeing a vision and groans, "It's Rebecca! She's in danger! Terrible danger!" She looks up to see that no one's buying it, and grumbles, "Because Mr. Distant has intimacy issues, I lose my brush with fame." She unexpectedly channels Jerry Lewis, claiming that "Just knowing a star makes your life better," and says she'd give anything to live in Rebecca's world.

But Rebecca's life is far from perfect. She lies the pool outside of her palatial home, wincing as someone waxes her eyebrows. I pause the tape to recover from this horrific glimpse of the Hollywood lifestyle. When I hit "play" again, her beautician tells her about facial liposuction, explaining that "you have to be proactive with deterioration." You couldn't find fat on Rebecca if you did exploratory surgery. Suddenly, there's a party going on at Rebecca's. Mournful music plays during the montage, which reveals that a collection of attractive people have come to eat, drink, and socialize, but, alas when the party's over, Rebecca is left alone in her gigantic, expensively-decorated living room. Which has been cleaned of any party detritus by some unnamed servant who's being grossly underpaid, no doubt. Overcome with emotion, I write a letter to my Congressman demanding that something be done to alleviate the terrible suffering of the self-absorbed idle rich. Rebecca strolls about her empty house, and the collar on her red blouse is turned up as if it's still 1985. Then the camera pans past a window, and we can see that there's someone lurking outside her house. Hearing a noise, Rebecca turns, and Angel crashes through the window, showering her with shards of broken glass. Luckily, her up-turned collar protects her jugular vein from any accidental punctures. Angel runs across the room and kicks a man wearing a ski-mask who is lurking behind Rebecca. The bad guy manages to escape by pulling a bookcase down on top of Angel. This is easy to do, since the bookcase is empty except for some vases from Ikea, and the lack of any books gives me yet another reason to dislike Rebecca. The bad guy runs out through the broken window while Angel crawls out from under the bookcase. Rebecca starts to ask if Angel's okay, then stares into the mirror hanging over the couch, noticing the absence of Angel's reflection. There's a knock at the door, and someone from outside shouts that they're going to call the police. I think Rebecca should invest in some better security, like maybe someone who would actually open the door to check on her if someone had just broken into her house? When Rebecca turns back, Angel has vanished.

Rebecca tells Oliver that she's fine and just wants to be alone while police investigate the scene. Because she's just like Garbo. Oliver says he'll deal with the press, then hugs Rebecca and tells her he loves her before leaving. Alone again, Rebecca walks into another room and says, "I know you're still here." Angel steps out from behind a corner and says that he isn't what she thinks he is. Rebecca seems skeptical, saying "No reflection; dark, private office; knowing those letters weren't written in blood... I guess what I would think is, vampire." Angel hesitantly mutters, "Then again..." Rebecca says it's impossible, and that Bela Lugosi and Gary Oldman were vampires. Angel says, "Frank Langella was the only performance I believed." I know I'm a sucker, but I chuckled at that. Rebecca asks if Angel drinks blood, and he says that he gave up drinking human blood. She responds, "There's a support group for everything in this town." , Rebecca is startled to learn that Angel is over two hundred years old. She reaches out, asking, "If I touch you, will you be cold?" She brushes her fingers over his big blocky head and says she's felt colder. Angel is surprised that Rebecca isn't frightened of him. She tells Angel that she lied to Oliver, and that she doesn't really want to be alone.

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While Rebecca jogs on a treadmill, she whines to Angel about how long it's been since she had to read for a part. "Suddenly I'm nobody again," she grouses. Angel tries to cheer her up by pointing out that she's still popular in the tabloids. She says, "According to those I've slept with Ernest Borgnine, and I'm bulimic." Angel says he's heard that Borgnine is a very skilled lover. Memo to the writers: How many times do I have to tell you, making fun of Angel is good, but giving Angel jokey lines is bad. Or at least, it's bad when his jokey lines aren't remotely funny. Rebecca has a brief moment of self-awareness as she says, "Listen to me, poor little rich girl." Angel uncomfortably tries to think of some way to disagree with her, but has trouble since she really is a twit, so the best he can do is to say that everyone has problems. Rebecca, delighted to turn the conversation right back to herself, says, "My problem involves getting this Fright Night guy off my back long enough to win this part." Fright Night, of course, did involve vampires, but not stalking, and I feel like a little joke was intended there, but I just can't figure out what it might have been. There's a knock at the door, although the captioning indicates, "[buzzer]" which I guess was changed when they realized that even Rebecca probably wouldn't have a doorbell just for her bedroom. Madonna maybe, but not Rebecca. She opens the door and takes some clothes from a maid, then asks Angel what his suit size is. Handing him the clothes she says, "I've got a premiere tonight. Can't go without my bodyguard."

Paparazzi blipvert. Angel escorts Rebecca down the red carpet into the theater. Angel's hair is parted neatly, which demonstrates why it's normally sculpted into such wild shapes, because he reaches unprecedented new levels of dorkiness when it's combed. Although if you compare it to Rebecca's hair, it doesn't seem so bad. Crowds of fans shout, "Raven!" The music lets us know that the ordinary tuxedoed gent lurking in the crowd is our mysterious stalker. Oh dear, he has a gun tucked under his jacket. Rebecca leads Angel out into that strange alley/hallway with catwalks that they always seem to end up in on this show. She explains, "I just come to these things for the photo-op; my driver knows to meet me out back." The stalker, up on the stairs, draws his gun and aims as Angel pushes Rebecca into a doorway. Angel leaps up and wrestles for the gun while Rebecca cowers, struggling and crying out as if the doorway is molesting her somehow. Angel and the stalker tumble down the stairs and trade punches. The stalker is finally knocked out, and Angel gives Rebecca a comforting hug to get her through the blipvert.

Rebecca is wrapped up in a police-issue blanket while Angel talks to the cops cleaning up the scene. I never knew the police were so concerned about people avoiding a nasty chill, but apparently the first thing they do is wrap crime victims up in afghans. Oliver hurries up and asks if she's okay. Rebecca says that she recognized the stalker: "He's a stuntman. You used to represent him." She points out that the stalker knew her private phone number, how to get into her house, and that she skips out on movie screenings. "Only you know all that," she concludes. Oliver insists that he never would have let Rebecca get hurt, but that he thought the publicity would help her career. Hey, so the stuntman was a fall guy! Paging Lee Majors! Oliver insists that he paid someone to terrorize Rebecca out of love, but Rebecca is strangely unmoved. Flowers would probably have been a better move there, Oliver. Or you could have at least terrorized her yourself, instead of hiring someone else to do it. I mean, sheesh, where's the personal touch? Rebecca dismisses her agent's declaration of love, and his peculiar way of showing it, to discuss more important matters: "I didn't get the part, did I?" Oliver confesses that the network thinks she's too "mature" for the role, but adds that Rebecca just needs to get some distance from her role as Raven. Rebecca whines that On Your Own is in syndication. "She'll always be there, looking younger and better and sweeter than me, forever." Until she gets rid of that little-miss-entitlement attitude, a saguaro cactus will have the same advantages. Oliver says, "Sweetie, your life is not over at twenty-four." Rebecca starts to shout, "I'm not twenty-four, I'm --" but Oliver hushes her before she can finish. Um, if she was in On Your Own for almost ten years, she would have been a teenager when she started, and it seems like it'd be pretty easy to find out how old she actually was, because I think there are some pretty strict rules governing how much work kids can do. Oliver says that nobody stays young forever, while Rebecca stares at Angel speculatively.

At the office, Wesley tells Angel that he got the preliminary forensics report, and the bullets in the stuntman's gun were blanks. Angel already knew that, though, because when he checked out the alley, "there were no holes in the wall, no chipped paint, nothing." Wesley thinks this is good news, but Angel isn't sure what will bother Rebecca more, "Being stalked, or not being stalked." I think Rebecca's going to be bothered no matter what; she's just that type. Rebecca, cleverly disguised with a baseball cap, strolls along on a shopping trip with Cordelia. Cordy is giddy about hanging out with a star, and thanks Rebecca for taking her instead of one of the many people hired to be Rebecca's friends. Rebecca says that none of them would know "what to get a two-hundred-year-old vampire as a thank-you gift." Cordy says Angel is impossible to shop for: "What on earth does he need? More socks?" Rebecca asks Cordy to tell her about Angel's history, and Cordy asks if Rebecca has eight hours to spare. When Rebecca replies, "I've got all day," Cordy squeals.

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Angel drunkenly tells Rebecca, "I used to be... a long time ago... I hurt a lot of people." Rebecca says that, according to Cordy, Angel's saved the world. Angel shrugs, "A couple of times I helped." Heh. He pensively adds, "But I almost had it sucked into hell once, too." While she toys with his shirt collar, Rebecca suggests that Angel deserves some happiness. Angel says, "That's probably not a good idea." She insists, "You can have what you've been craving all these long, empty years. We both can. Forever." Angel asks what she means, and by way of an answer, Rebecca tilts her head and brushes back her hair. Only her hair is in this short Dorothy Hammill-cut, so there really isn't anything that needs to be brushed back, and the whole thing looks so self-conscious and silly that I giggle for several minutes. At some point Angel started crying at his own pity-party, because there are tears running down the great poof's cheeks. He stands up, and says that Rebecca doesn't know what she's asking him to do, but Rebecca insists that she does. She points out that she wasn't frightened when she saw that Angel didn't cast a reflection in the mirror. He turns and says, "No, you weren't afraid. You looked into that mirror and all you saw was yourself. But that's all you ever see, Rebecca, and that's what frightens you." Oh, thank you, thank you; I like mean Angel so much more than broody Angel. Rebecca, who maybe hasn't been paying attention, tells Angel that he's supposed to help people. He grabs her by the wrist, drags her to the kitchen, and opens the fridge. As she struggles, he grabs a bag of blood and pushes it into her mouth, saying, "I think you need a taste of what it is you're really asking for." Then he squeezes it so that blood squirts all over her and into her mouth. I applaud and shout, "Cool!" Angel staggers back and apologizes while Rebecca gags, then asks, "What did you do to me?" He looks over at the glasses and figures out that she put something in his drink. Rebecca explains, "I just wanted you to relax a little, Angel. Lower your defenses a little." Angel grabs her and demands to know what it was. "Just a little happy pill!" she cries. Angel leans his head on her shoulder while Rebecca tearfully apologizes. Angel mutters, "Everybody's so sorry," and Johanna pointed out that the captioning has music notes around this line, as if Angel is bursting into song. Deaf people of the world, rise up in protest of the constant attempts to bewilder you. Although it might be exciting if, when Angel was re-cursed, the spell was done so that if he became happy, instead of being evil, he'd just sing all of his lines. Anyway, Rebecca says she wanted them both to be happy, and Angel, his face still hidden, insists that he is happy. Rebecca screams and pulls back as he nips her shoulder, and she looks up to see Angelus in vamp-face as he adds, "Perfectly happy." During the commercial break, I skip to the kitchen chanting, "I'm happy too, because he's going to have a personality again!"

Rebecca stares in horror while Angelus asks why she looks nervous. He picks up his glass again and explains, "You freed me," before smashing the glass against a beam in the ceiling. Waving the jagged stem at her, he says, "Remind me to get the name of your dealer before I kill you." He mentions that he's never killed a famous person before, but now there aren't any witnesses around to confirm his brush with fame. Then he's inspired, and says, "I know! We'll do it like we did back in the day! I'll keep your head on a stick as proof." Rebecca says he's just trying to scare her, and Angelus asks, "Is it working?" When she says it isn't, he throws her down a really odd little sunken thing in the floor and asks, "How about now?" Rebecca scrambles away as she says, "You're crazy." Angelus strikes a Fred Astaire pose on the step, which might be why they thought he was singing earlier, and corrects her, "I'm a vampire." She says, "This isn't you," and Angelus grumbles, "They always mistake me for the character I play, they never see the real me!" Rebecca tries to stammer out an explanation, that she "just wanted to --" and Angelus interrupts, "Be like me? Hey, I can't blame you; I'm one happy fella." Rebecca tries to run away, but Angelus blocks her and makes her an offer: "I'll torture you for a few unbelievably long hours and then you can tell me if this is the lifestyle for you." She tries to run up the stairs, but he pulls her back and pushes her against a desk. Maybe it's the hair, but suddenly I'm reminded of Jenny Calendar. Angelus just doesn't like brunettes, does he? Rebecca grabs a huge candlestick or sculpture or something hidden behind her back, and tells Angelus she's not going to run any more. As he steps closer, she whacks him across the face with the candlestick, knocking him down onto the couch. "Women!" Angelus grumbles as Rebecca bars herself inside the elevator. He stands outside the gates as she begins ascending.

Apparently Rebecca's having some problems managing the elevator, because she doesn't stop it until it's almost past the office upstairs. Seems like just waiting there might be a good move, but she opens the gates and begins climbing down. She screams as a hand grabs her leg, but it's only Wesley. As if that isn't reason enough to scream. Rebecca says, "He's trying to kill me," and Cordy responds, "You slut! You did it with it, didn't you?" I have such mixed feelings, because, wow, Rebecca's irritating, and yet she brought Angelus back to entertain me, so I can't hate her completely. After being questioned, Rebecca confesses that she slipped Angel some doximal. By way of explanation, Wesley says, "It induces bliss." Then he is forced to provide the nonsensical rationalization that will spoil all our fun, as he says, "It's synthetic; not true happiness." Rebecca offers, "This is really good stuff," but Wesley is undeterred: "He hasn't really turned. It's an illusion, not real." When Rebecca says that Angelus bit her, Wesley admits that it still might be wise to leave until the drug wears off -- way to fight evil, there, Wes. You don't think Angelus will kill other people if you guys don't hang around?

They start to leave, and suddenly the lights go out. "He's cut the power!" Wesley whispers. Because I've seen Aliens too many times, I respond involuntarily, "How could they cut the power; they're animals?" Then we hear Angelus call out, "Looks like somebody forgot to pay the power bill." Angelus steps into the shadowy room and adds, "I'd lay odds that the phone's dead, too." I don't know who they'd call even if the phone worked -- well, okay, maybe Kate. Wesley tells Angel, "What you're experiencing is not genuine. You've been fed a drug; it's simulating bliss." At first, I accidentally typed that as "you've been fed a rug," which is a pretty amusing image and I thought I'd mention it for everyone's enjoyment. So, Wesley's all up on the exact terms and loopholes of Angel's ancient gypsy curse, and even though this can't possibly have ever happened before, and he's pretty sure that the drug will only have a temporary effect, and there's no point in my going on, but: This. Doesn't. Make. Sense. However, I'll make a deal with the writers: if they bring Angelus back more often, I'll happily overlook whatever incoherent reason they use to justify it. Anyway, Angelus steps forward, and Wesley starts to warn him away. Angelus asks, "Did you suddenly grow a pair?" Then he adds, "You don't really have an inferiority complex. You're just simply [sic] inferior!" and tosses Wesley across the room into a corner. Wesley falls to the floor.

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Wesley arrives at Cordelia's apartment and asks why she paged him. I wonder why he didn't call to find out, instead of taking the time to visit her in person. She explains that she went shopping with Rebecca, interjecting, "You know they close off stores for her?" Okay so she's famous enough that she's tabloid fodder, stores throw out shoppers to give her privacy, and fans line the street to see her, but she can't get a part on a TV show? I don't buy it. Cordy gets to the point, saying that Rebecca asked a lot of questions about Angel, like where he's from, what his favorite color is (oh come on, how hard would that be to guess?), and "The exact specific details on how someone can make themselves into a vampire." It seems that Cordy is wondering if Rebecca might "maneuver Angel into an exchange of bodily fluids in order to make herself eternally young and beautiful thus saving her failing career." Ew.

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It's Cordy's turn for mockery. She stammers "Why don't you just, just-just-just..." Angelus mimics her in falsetto and then calls, "Line!" He imitates her performance as Nora and explains, in case she didn't get the point, "You were really, let me tell you, bad." Cordy tells him to stop, but Angelus refuses, since after all, Cordy didn't. "I mean, I've been to hell, but that was so much worse!" Cordy is near tears as Angelus tells Rebecca that "there wasn't a dry eye in the house; everybody was just laughing so hard." Stop snivelling Cordy; I thought you decided that you weren't a whiny little cry-Buffy. Angelus turns back to Cordy and suggests that she get Rebecca to coach her, since "Then you'd actually suck." Cordy suddenly removes the top from her water bottle and, pointing it at Angelus, tells him to get away. "What are you gonna do, melt me?" he asks. Cordy says she has prepared for this, and that the local parish priest comes by twice a month to bless her drinking water while Angel naps through the afternoon. She suddenly flings the water out at Angelus, and he recoils before looking up at her, unharmed. Cordy poses with the water bottle, saying, "And the Oscar goes to..." -- which was cute and all, but I'm not sure even Cordy would pause to daydream when faced with imminent death. Luckily, Wesley suddenly wakes up and lunges across the room. He pushes Angelus so that his head smashes into the bottom of the elevator, and then falls down through the shaft. Wesley and Cordy stare down at Angelus lying crumpled on the floor, unconscious.

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Angelus wakes up to find himself in bed, wrapped in lots and lots of chains while Wesley and Cordy sit nearby. Cordy asks if he's still evil. Angel says he's sorry, and Cordy asks, "Can I get another reading on that line, please?" Angel asks about Rebecca. Cordy says that she's gone, and that "she won't be keeping you on retainer as her bodyguard. I think it was the trying to murder her that lost you the gig." I hate to defend Angel, but to be fair, I think that just a little of the blame should be placed on Rebecca, here. Like, around one hundred percent of it. Angel apologizes again, but Wesley says it wasn't his fault, it was the drug. Wesley starts to leave, then stops to say, "You walk a fine line, Angel. I don't envy you." I'm not sure what that fine line might be, unless it's the one between despair and angst. Angel tells Wesley, "Nice moves up there," and now I'm not sure what he means either, because pushing Angelus down an elevator shaft wasn't really a bit of subtle kung-fu acrobatics. After Wesley leaves, Cordy says, "Here's something I never thought I would say to you: Wesley's right. Forget about it." Angel insists that he didn't mean it, but Cordy says, "Yes you did. And I'd appreciate it if you didn't try to weasel out of it. Angelus may not be the most relaxing company, but at least he's honest! Shouldn't I expect the same from the not-evil version of my friends?" Angel asks if things are okay between them, and Cordy concedes that she's "too big of a person [sic]" to let it interfere with their friendship. Angel stares at her shiny red leather pants and finally asks, "You're not going to untie me, are you?" Cordy snorts in a disparaging manner, and leaves the room.