Gunn looks into the Sharp house through a window as Wesley wheels up beside him. Gunn tells Wesley that the good news is Cordelia's alive. The bad news is, she's got three eyes. Wesley says, "The gestation may be nearly complete." So for the little girl, it took at least a day, but for Cordy it only takes a few hours? Okay. And when I say, "Okay," I mean, "Whatever, this episode has so many nonsensical things in it already that one more won't matter." For the record. Wesley wonders, "Where is he?"
He -- that is, Angel -- is getting plowed into by Lindsey's truck. Again. The Angelmobile drove off, the Skilosh ran away -- how much time did that take? Two minutes, maybe three? So why is Wesley wondering where Angel is, as if they've been waiting for hours? Fine, so Lindsey turns donuts around Angel, who hobbles toward the sidewalk to escape the terror of a tiny, jealous lawyer. Where has Lindsey been keeping this truck stashed? Was it in the closet, too?
It's been another minute, so Gunn & Wesley can wait no longer. They tell each other that they've done fine without Angel. Yeah, that's why Wesley's in a wheelchair: because they've done fine without Angel. Wesley declares that they won't sit idly by, and slowly, painfully, manages to stand up. Gunn agrees that it's time to rescue Cordy. Wesley says, "One more thing..." Gunn turns as Wesley declares, "I'm toppling over!" Gunn saves Wesley from the perils of physical non-comedy.
Lindsey's finished up the demolition derby with Angel, and now it's time for the fashion show. The truck screeches to a stop and Angel looks up from his strategic defensive position of "curled up in the street." Lindsey steps out of the truck in his boots, which he's coordinated with jeans, a wifebeater, and a plaid jacket. He's accessorized the ensemble with a trusty sledgehammer. Angel tries crawling away as Lindsey marches over to him. Lindsey insists, "You're gonna tell me everything. Everything you did with her. All of it. You're gonna tell me all of it." Each sentence is punctuated with a blow of the sledgehammer. Angel manages to groan, "Why?" A reasonable question. Lindsey explains, "'Cause I wanna hear it from you!" and then pounds the hammer into Angel's stomach. This is one of those guy things, I assume. Lindsey goes on pounding for a while, screaming, "Tell me!" Angel finally gasps, "No." At that, Lindsey gives up, goes back to his truck, and drives away. Not really. He goes back and reaches into the truck bed to grab a stake. He had the sledgehammer in the cab with him, but the stake was so darn bulky that he decided it would be better to keep it in the back. Where it stayed during all of his spinning and braking and crashing into Angel. Because stakes are heavy. Anyway, he picks up the stake and then turns to see that Angel is right next to him. Angel says, "I'm sorry, Lindsey," and then punches him. Lindsey drops his weapons of minimal destruction, because now it's his turn to play punching bag. Angel goes about punching and kicking as he says, "I'm sorry she'll never love you, I'm sorry [that] you're gonna have to live with that. I'm sorry I didn't try harder to help you when you came to me. I'm sorry you made the wrong choice." Lindsey is knocked to the ground, and sees the stake lying nearby. He reaches out to pick it up with his plastic hand, as if he could. Or maybe that hand has stake-fu grip. We'll never know, because Angel swings the sledgehammer down and smashes Lindsey's hand into little bitty pieces. Apparently it was porcelain, not plastic, all this time. Angel drops the hammer and adds, "Coulda been the other one. Just be glad I had an epiphany." That's #7. Angel adds, "Mind if I borrow your truck?" and kicks Lindsey in the head.