It's Cordy's turn for mockery. She stammers "Why don't you just, just-just-just..." Angelus mimics her in falsetto and then calls, "Line!" He imitates her performance as Nora and explains, in case she didn't get the point, "You were really, let me tell you, bad." Cordy tells him to stop, but Angelus refuses, since after all, Cordy didn't. "I mean, I've been to hell, but that was so much worse!" Cordy is near tears as Angelus tells Rebecca that "there wasn't a dry eye in the house; everybody was just laughing so hard." Stop snivelling Cordy; I thought you decided that you weren't a whiny little cry-Buffy. Angelus turns back to Cordy and suggests that she get Rebecca to coach her, since "Then you'd actually suck." Cordy suddenly removes the top from her water bottle and, pointing it at Angelus, tells him to get away. "What are you gonna do, melt me?" he asks. Cordy says she has prepared for this, and that the local parish priest comes by twice a month to bless her drinking water while Angel naps through the afternoon. She suddenly flings the water out at Angelus, and he recoils before looking up at her, unharmed. Cordy poses with the water bottle, saying, "And the Oscar goes to..." -- which was cute and all, but I'm not sure even Cordy would pause to daydream when faced with imminent death. Luckily, Wesley suddenly wakes up and lunges across the room. He pushes Angelus so that his head smashes into the bottom of the elevator, and then falls down through the shaft. Wesley and Cordy stare down at Angelus lying crumpled on the floor, unconscious.
Angelus wakes up to find himself in bed, wrapped in lots and lots of chains while Wesley and Cordy sit nearby. Cordy asks if he's still evil. Angel says he's sorry, and Cordy asks, "Can I get another reading on that line, please?" Angel asks about Rebecca. Cordy says that she's gone, and that "she won't be keeping you on retainer as her bodyguard. I think it was the trying to murder her that lost you the gig." I hate to defend Angel, but to be fair, I think that just a little of the blame should be placed on Rebecca, here. Like, around one hundred percent of it. Angel apologizes again, but Wesley says it wasn't his fault, it was the drug. Wesley starts to leave, then stops to say, "You walk a fine line, Angel. I don't envy you." I'm not sure what that fine line might be, unless it's the one between despair and angst. Angel tells Wesley, "Nice moves up there," and now I'm not sure what he means either, because pushing Angelus down an elevator shaft wasn't really a bit of subtle kung-fu acrobatics. After Wesley leaves, Cordy says, "Here's something I never thought I would say to you: Wesley's right. Forget about it." Angel insists that he didn't mean it, but Cordy says, "Yes you did. And I'd appreciate it if you didn't try to weasel out of it. Angelus may not be the most relaxing company, but at least he's honest! Shouldn't I expect the same from the not-evil version of my friends?" Angel asks if things are okay between them, and Cordy concedes that she's "too big of a person [sic]" to let it interfere with their friendship. Angel stares at her shiny red leather pants and finally asks, "You're not going to untie me, are you?" Cordy snorts in a disparaging manner, and leaves the room.