At the Hyperion, Wesley groans, "I don't believe it. On my desk?" Gunn suggests that maybe Angel was just "reclaiming" the desk. Wesley asks, "How, by marking it?" Ewie. As Wesley notes that this isn't typical Angel behavior, we see that Cordy and Fred are also in the office. Cordy says it's totally like Angel to do "the mystery dance with some cheap blonde." Fred corrects Cordy, noting that the woman was a cheap brunette. Cordy changes her mind and tells Wesley, "You're right -- this isn't like him." Gunn wonders who the woman was, but Wesley says that the question is, "Who was he?" Cordy sadly agrees: "We're all thinking it. He's Angelus again." Gunn tells Fred who Angelus is, but I doubt his explanation cleared anything up for her. Oh well, it spared us some repetition, at least. But Wesley vetos the Angelus theory by holding up the books that were tossed about in the room and wondering, "Why would Angel -- or Angelus for that matter -- need to read about vampires?" So the short version is, Wesley figures out that they're after someone who's hopping bodies, and that Angel's the latest victim. He asks Cordy if anything unusual happened when she and Angel were at the gym. Cordy fills Wesley in on the retirement home. Well, that was easy to sort out. Once they finally noticed something was wrong.
Angus is off on another midnight campaign. The grandfather who helped him up earlier spots him and asks if he's trying to "bust loose again." Angus tells him, "I can't really explain this, but I need to get out of here. Just don't turn me in." The man tells him that he doesn't have to turn Angus in: "Your kid was signing in at reception when I came down." "My kid?" Angus wonders. He turns around in time to see Marcel chatting with Ryan. As Ryan wanders off to make sure nobody's playing mah-jongg after hours, Marcel turns and grins at Angus. "Hi, Dad!" he says. Not a good situation, but you gotta figure that Angus is happy to see that Marcel didn't decide to take his body out sunbathing or anything.
After thinking things over during the commercial break, Angus decides his best move is to slowly move away down the hall. Marcel takes his time in following. He turns down the empty hallway, walks forward, then stops to sniff the air. He backs up and heads into the game room. He walks in, turns the light on, and Angus wallops him with a shuffleboard stick. Marcel easily takes the stick away. Angus fills in the final blanks by noting that Marcel "finally found a body that won't burn out," but that to keep it, he'll have to kill his old body. Which is to say, Angus. Angus adds, "I don't think you really know what you're getting into." Marcel menaces, "You're the one who doesn't seem to know what you had! Far as I can tell, you were the world's worst vampire! Vampires don't help people, you moron!" Angus says that Marcel may have attitude and power, but there's one thing he doesn't have: "Friends." What a terrible line. And it goes on: "Four of them, standing behind you with big heavy things!" Isn't there some part of the Geneva Convention that makes it a crime to give old actors terrible dialogue like this? Sure enough, Fred, Cordy, Gunn, and Wesley have entered the room with various weapons. So, if I've got this right, there's all kinds of rules and security to keep people in the retirement home at all costs, but crowds of armed loons can wander in off the street for a late-night visit. Marcel tries to play "I found the bad guy!" but nobody's buying it. Gunn marches up to Marcel with the crossbow leveled, but Angus hurriedly interrupts, "Don't stake him!" Marcel shoves Gunn and Wesley against the wall, and then Cordy and Fred start clocking him with baseball bats. Hee. Cordy drops her bat and pulls out a taser, which she uses to zap Marcel as he rushes for Angus. Marcel collapses.