Rebecca is wrapped up in a police-issue blanket while Angel talks to the cops cleaning up the scene. I never knew the police were so concerned about people avoiding a nasty chill, but apparently the first thing they do is wrap crime victims up in afghans. Oliver hurries up and asks if she's okay. Rebecca says that she recognized the stalker: "He's a stuntman. You used to represent him." She points out that the stalker knew her private phone number, how to get into her house, and that she skips out on movie screenings. "Only you know all that," she concludes. Oliver insists that he never would have let Rebecca get hurt, but that he thought the publicity would help her career. Hey, so the stuntman was a fall guy! Paging Lee Majors! Oliver insists that he paid someone to terrorize Rebecca out of love, but Rebecca is strangely unmoved. Flowers would probably have been a better move there, Oliver. Or you could have at least terrorized her yourself, instead of hiring someone else to do it. I mean, sheesh, where's the personal touch? Rebecca dismisses her agent's declaration of love, and his peculiar way of showing it, to discuss more important matters: "I didn't get the part, did I?" Oliver confesses that the network thinks she's too "mature" for the role, but adds that Rebecca just needs to get some distance from her role as Raven. Rebecca whines that On Your Own is in syndication. "She'll always be there, looking younger and better and sweeter than me, forever." Until she gets rid of that little-miss-entitlement attitude, a saguaro cactus will have the same advantages. Oliver says, "Sweetie, your life is not over at twenty-four." Rebecca starts to shout, "I'm not twenty-four, I'm --" but Oliver hushes her before she can finish. Um, if she was in On Your Own for almost ten years, she would have been a teenager when she started, and it seems like it'd be pretty easy to find out how old she actually was, because I think there are some pretty strict rules governing how much work kids can do. Oliver says that nobody stays young forever, while Rebecca stares at Angel speculatively.
At the office, Wesley tells Angel that he got the preliminary forensics report, and the bullets in the stuntman's gun were blanks. Angel already knew that, though, because when he checked out the alley, "there were no holes in the wall, no chipped paint, nothing." Wesley thinks this is good news, but Angel isn't sure what will bother Rebecca more, "Being stalked, or not being stalked." I think Rebecca's going to be bothered no matter what; she's just that type. Rebecca, cleverly disguised with a baseball cap, strolls along on a shopping trip with Cordelia. Cordy is giddy about hanging out with a star, and thanks Rebecca for taking her instead of one of the many people hired to be Rebecca's friends. Rebecca says that none of them would know "what to get a two-hundred-year-old vampire as a thank-you gift." Cordy says Angel is impossible to shop for: "What on earth does he need? More socks?" Rebecca asks Cordy to tell her about Angel's history, and Cordy asks if Rebecca has eight hours to spare. When Rebecca replies, "I've got all day," Cordy squeals.