Richard explains he's not himself, "what with the wedding only a few days off now." Embarrassed pause as we watch the other shoe clunk to the floor. Richard says, "I wasn't supposed to say that yet, was I?" Cordy takes a seat on the couch and asks Richard to go on as she grins. I think they're making Cordy's switch from barely tolerating Doyle to being jealous of his wife just a tad too rapid. Angel manages to pry Cordy out of the room, claiming that they need to work on some reports. As they leave, Harry says, "Hun-bun," causing me to vomit, "I think I should handle this from here." Exit the mole. Doyle asks indignantly, "You're marrying that guy?" Harry says that she's definitely "the yin to his yang, but it works. He's got a good heart, Francis. Just like you." I think that one should not make any comparison between the current husband and the future husband, even if it's favorable. Doyle says, "Maybe, but the container? Can I get a side of bland with that bland?" He asks again why Harry came to see him. "To see my face when I found out? To see if it cut?" he whines. Harry says absolutely not, and then explains that she just needs Doyle to sign the divorce papers. Doyle takes them, but says he wants to have some time to look them over, "just to make sure I'm not buying an ostrich farm." Harry agrees, and says she'll be back in a few days. Harry turns and leaves, telling Doyle it was good to see him again.
Angel finishes pouring one glass of scotch and starts to pour a second, but Doyle covers his glass before Angel can start to fill it. "Harry's right," he explains. "This stuff does me no good." Angel sits down. I wonder if Angel was really going to drink with Doyle. As it is, Angel is left to toy with his glass, never even sipping from it, which is a bit of a waste. Especially when he has such a good motive to drink, in the form of Doyle blathering on about his failed marriage. Doyle says, "We weren't even twenty when we got married. Crazy about each other. You know, when things go wrong and you're young like that, you don't just say hey, thanks for the blender, I wish you well. You fight. You tear each other apart until one of you can't take it." Angel looks like he might be thinking, "Or you kill her Computer Science teacher and she sends you to hell." Doyle says, "She did the walking, but she had reason. I wasn't exactly the man she married. I changed." Angel tells Doyle that's only natural, since they were married so young. Doyle responds, "What, to sneeze and sprout demon face? That's decidedly unnatural." Angel is surprised that Doyle didn't mention that he was a demon to his wife-to-be, but Doyle says that he didn't know about it at the time. "I never met my dad," Doyle begins, and despite the threat of hearing all about Doyle's childhood, Angel still doesn't touch his scotch. The man's a masochist. Basically, Doyle's mom kept his supernatural bloodline a secret, hoping that it wouldn't affect him. And it didn't, until his demonic side manifested when he was twenty-one, and thus ended Doyle's hopes of having his own children. Angel tells Doyle, "I'm sorry," prompting Doyle to gruffly end the pity party and say that it was all for the best, since he's "too much of a wild man to be the stay-at-home type, anyway." Doyle observes that Richard seems like a decent guy. "Definitely friendly," agrees Angel. Then Angel makes the terrible mistake of trying to comfort Doyle, and adds, "Only, he seemed a bit, uh..." As if he had a huge mole on his cheek? Doyle jumps up and shouts, "Exactly! I knew he was no good!" Soon enough, Doyle has made Angel agree to tail Richard and make sure he isn't, y'know, evil or anything. Angel makes one request: "Just don't tell Cordelia. She'll want to charge you." Doyle pats Angel's shoulder to distract him, and gulps down Angel's glass of blipvert.