Angel

Faith.

Come on.

It's okay.

Rest here.

You rest now.

I'll put your stuff here.

I'll be close.

Angel.

Yeah?

Nothing.

Bitch.

Not you, obviously.

I'm so sorry that I allowed this to happen.

It was Faith who allowed her elbow to collide with my face.

Not your fault.

At least you only got the elbow.

If it's any consolation, it looks like you were tortured by a larger woman.

- She's still here, I assume. - He gave her his bed.

- Wesley. - Angel.

I didn't expect to see you in today. How you feeling?

- As well as can be expected. - Good.

Doughnuts?

Developed a sweet fang, have you?

- You got jelly? - Whole selection.

Won't she find it difficult enjoying delicious jelly doughnuts...

...if she is, one assumes, bound and gagged?

- We already went through this. - You were right.

The police are ill-equipped to hold a slayer.

I see why you didn't turn her over.

But I don't see why the woman who brutally tortured me last night...

...this morning, gets pastries!

I don't have anything else downstairs.

Do you want to let her starve?

There are more humane ways to deal with a rabid animal.

- She's not an animal. - No?

She's a person. Don't forget, we don't give up on people.

Don't take the moral high ground with me after what she did.

I believe in helping people, not coddling killers!

Not long ago you wanted to rehabilitate her.

Not too long ago I had full feeling in my right arm!

- She wants to change. - There is evil in that girl, Angel.

It doesn't matter what she wants or says she wants. She'll kill again.

- He'll come around. - Wesley?

Sure! People always get a little funny...

...right after they've been sadistically tortured.

Well, you'd know. I need you to sign these.

- You see why we have to help, right? - Totally. Here.

We can't arbitrarily decide who's worth saving.

Oh, I know! And this one?

Thanks.

- Wait, those were all made out to you. - Yeah.

"Paid vacation"?

Like I'll stick around while psycho case is loose downstairs...

...with three tons of medieval weaponry? Not!

Oh, and I'm thinking:

Sugar high? Maybe not a great idea.

They gotta check in the back.

- See if the neighbors heard anything. - Right.

- Kate. What are you doing here? - I'm a detective, Kendrick.

See? I'm detecting.

- Heard we have a fugitive. - Yeah.

Felony arrest warrant from Sunnydale. I've seen it.

Is she the one who threw the party here?

The victim identifies her as his mugger.

Put him in the hospital, stole his keys and wallet.

We're lifting prints now. I bet we get a match.

Anything else?

Why are you examining a crime scene you're not assigned to?

- It looked interesting. - Right.

- You've heard the rumors. - What?

You know, she supposedly has some supernatural powers?

- Really? - Come on, Kate.

Everyone knows you've gone all Scully.

Anytime we get a weird case, you're there.

What's going on with you?

Scully is the skeptic.

Huh?

Mulder is the believer. Scully is the skeptic.

- Scully is the chick, right? - Yes.

- But she doesn't want to believe. - And you want to believe?

Oh, I already believe.

That's the problem.

Faith?

I have doughnuts.

I understand what you're going through...

...and I want to help.

But there are a few things you must do.

First...

...I need you to give me that knife.

You should be resting.

I've been asleep for eight months.

You rest.

- We found her. - Where?

- She's with him. - Is he dead?

Well, he is a vampire. So technically, yes, he is dead.

But not by her hand.

- She is his house guest. - What?

Our assassin hasn't done her job because she's rooming with the mark.

- We hired her to kill him. - I did say "assassin."

- He invites her to stay the night. - He's not easy.

He can't be bought. He can't be killed, even by a vampire slayer.

- Rumor has it he used to date one. - Who else knows about this?

No one outside of this room. Not yet anyway.

The senior partners won't like it.

We conspired with her, paid her half up front...

...and now she makes us look like fools.

So the question is, how are we gonna fix it?

I say we kill her.

Faith, no!

- You killed a man, - I don't care,

Faith.

You're in no condition to leave.

If you go, you'll run for the rest of your short life.

- It doesn't matter. - It does matter. It matters to me.

Why are you doing this? Why are you being nice?

Stop it.

You gonna move or do we fight?

- Am I your prisoner here? - No. You're not.

- So I'm free. - Don't know about that.

But the door's open.

Where will you go? Back out in that darkness?

I once told you that you didn't have to go out in that darkness.

That it was your choice. Well, you chose.

You thought that you could just touch it. That you'd be okay.

Five by five, right, Faith?

But it swallowed you whole.

So tell me:

How'd you like it?

Help me?

Yeah.

Hello, Wesley.

So, Los Angeles.

California.

Who knew you'd end up here?

It was as good a place as any to re-evaluate my life...

...after being asked to resign from the Council.

And the weather. I find it...

...dry.

They wouldn't give you dosh for the fare home?

No, they wouldn't.

Alchemists on the board of directors, and we still fly coach.

Miserly bastards.

A frugal lot, to be sure, but not stupid.

And willing to admit they've made a mistake.

- Made a mistake? - How would you like to come home?

- Back to England with us. - Home?

The Council's willing to reinstate you to your rightful position as Watcher.

It was a nasty business in Sunnydale, but nobody blames you.

Really? I rather got the impression they did when they sacked me.

As I said. Mistake.

One that can now be corrected with your help.

We know where she is, and we know you have access to her.

- No. I couldn't possibly. - Loyalty to a vampire now, is it?

It's all right. That's not why we're here.

A rogue slayer, Wesley. Far more dangerous than any single vampire.

- Surely you understand that. - All too well.

Then you'll help us?

Why come to me? You know where she is. Take her yourselves.

You three are the best. The Council's elite. The--

She cleaned your clocks, didn't she?

She's betrayed our calling, the Council, you.

She has power and the willingness to use that power for evil.

She must be stopped.

So how does this work?

There's no simple answer to that.

I won't lie and say it'll be easy, because it won't be.

You want to change. Doesn't mean the world's ready for you to.

The truth is, no matter how much you suffer...

...or how many good deeds you do to make up for the past...

...you may never balance out the cosmic scale.

I can promise that you'll probably be haunted.

Maybe for the rest of your life.

So how does this work?

Power level, time, start.

- That popcorn gonna be enough for you? - Yeah. I can live off the stuff.

- Tell Cordelia I'll pay her back. - It belonged to Wesley.

- Maybe we just don't mention it, then. - Maybe we do.

- Are you saying I gotta apologize? - Think you can?

I don't know.

How do you say, "Gee, sorry I tortured you"?

I'd leave off the "Gee."

And I think you have to ask yourself; Are you?

- What? - Sorry.

There are things you can't take back, no matter how sorry you are.

- I've got experience in that area. - You've done this for 100 years.

- I can't handle 10 minutes. - So handle the next five.

- I don't think I can. - Yes, you can.

- I hate that it hurts like this. - It's supposed to hurt.

All that pain you caused is coming back on you.

Feel it! Deal with it! Then maybe you've got a shot at being free.

I gotta be the first slayer in history sponsored by a vampire.

I've got experience in that area too.

Oh, God. "B." How will I ever make things right with her?

This isn't about Buffy.

There was only one person who tried to be my friend...

...who went out of her way when I didn't deserve it...

...and I screwed her. Not to mention her boyfriend. Only him, literally.

- Faith, we never actually-- - Not you. The new one.

Oh, my God.

- Angel, I'm so sorry. I-- - No. There.