Angel and Lindsey blipvert down the road in the Angelmobile. Angel tells Lindsey about the guy who poked his eye out. Lindsey isn't in the mood for chatting. Angel says, "I guess it's a lot to carry. I mean, losing Darla...and even me in a way, as a place to focus your rage." He goes on poking Lindsey's psychological wounds for a while, and finally says, "You just keep on moping. You're good at that." I'd expect Angel to feel competitive about his moping abilities, actually. "I can out-mope you! I've had way more practice! You're not nearly as broody as I am!" Angel parks the car, and he and Lindsey open the trunk, revealing that they've got Ralph tucked away back there, wrapped up in duct tape. Angel pulls Ralph partly out of the trunk and asks, "That where you took him?" Ralph looks across the street at the storefront for Southern California Travel, and nods vigorously. Angel pops Ralph back in the trunk, and he and Lindsey head across the street. Angel says that if Wolfram & Hart's involved, there are probably window sensors and other complicated security measures. Lindsey says that he'll need a computer to hack into the system. He's a hacker now, too? Angel lifts his ax and says, "That seems like a big bother. Whaddya say we just fight, huh?" Lindsey automatically starts to put up his tiny dukes before Angel asks him to step aside. Finally comprehending, Lindsey moves away and Angel hurls the ax through a window. Is it a good idea to start a fight by tossing your opponents a big sharp weapon? Apparently it is, since a guy immediately rushes out to be decked by Angel. Angel and Lindsey head inside, and a couple more bad guys take part in the shortest fight scene ever. It's maybe ten seconds long. Wow. They stroll through the room for a moment and can tell, just from looking around, that the floor's hollow. Whatever. Angel opens the secret trapdoor, and does this whole part seem rushed or is it just me?
Downstairs, Angel and Lindsey find themselves in a spooky basement with about ten people sealed up in standard-issue cryogenic tubes. Some of the people are missing limbs. It would have been creepier, I think, if all of the people looked awake. Bradley does, when we get to him, but imagine if the people in all those tubes were moving just a little bit, enough to make it clear they were conscious? Yeah: creepy. Anyway, Angel says, "Your firm in action, Lindsey. A lot to be proud of, huh?" Lindsey is stunned to discover that Wolfram & Hart does icky, not-very-nice things. Not really. Angel spots a banner with a sigil on it, and says, "The Pockla blessed this place." He explains that Pockla demons "know how to regenerate flesh. [Which] probably explains why some of these transplants aren't taking too well." It does? If you say so. Angel points out Bradley Scott, the original owner of Lindsey's hand; Lindsey, of course, knows the guy. Well, isn't that convenient? Lindsey stares at Bradley and says, "We worked in the mailroom together." Bradley blinks blearily at Lindsey and hisses, "Kill...kill." Lindsey asks, "Kill who?" Bradley dutifully fulfills his role in the cliché by answering, "Kill me." This is the second time I've seen this exchange this week. Of course, the first time it was because someone's arms were being cut off and eaten by insane Sebaceans every time they regenerated, so it's not exactly the same. I hope.