Angel drunkenly tells Rebecca, "I used to be... a long time ago... I hurt a lot of people." Rebecca says that, according to Cordy, Angel's saved the world. Angel shrugs, "A couple of times I helped." Heh. He pensively adds, "But I almost had it sucked into hell once, too." While she toys with his shirt collar, Rebecca suggests that Angel deserves some happiness. Angel says, "That's probably not a good idea." She insists, "You can have what you've been craving all these long, empty years. We both can. Forever." Angel asks what she means, and by way of an answer, Rebecca tilts her head and brushes back her hair. Only her hair is in this short Dorothy Hammill-cut, so there really isn't anything that needs to be brushed back, and the whole thing looks so self-conscious and silly that I giggle for several minutes. At some point Angel started crying at his own pity-party, because there are tears running down the great poof's cheeks. He stands up, and says that Rebecca doesn't know what she's asking him to do, but Rebecca insists that she does. She points out that she wasn't frightened when she saw that Angel didn't cast a reflection in the mirror. He turns and says, "No, you weren't afraid. You looked into that mirror and all you saw was yourself. But that's all you ever see, Rebecca, and that's what frightens you." Oh, thank you, thank you; I like mean Angel so much more than broody Angel. Rebecca, who maybe hasn't been paying attention, tells Angel that he's supposed to help people. He grabs her by the wrist, drags her to the kitchen, and opens the fridge. As she struggles, he grabs a bag of blood and pushes it into her mouth, saying, "I think you need a taste of what it is you're really asking for." Then he squeezes it so that blood squirts all over her and into her mouth. I applaud and shout, "Cool!" Angel staggers back and apologizes while Rebecca gags, then asks, "What did you do to me?" He looks over at the glasses and figures out that she put something in his drink. Rebecca explains, "I just wanted you to relax a little, Angel. Lower your defenses a little." Angel grabs her and demands to know what it was. "Just a little happy pill!" she cries. Angel leans his head on her shoulder while Rebecca tearfully apologizes. Angel mutters, "Everybody's so sorry," and Johanna pointed out that the captioning has music notes around this line, as if Angel is bursting into song. Deaf people of the world, rise up in protest of the constant attempts to bewilder you. Although it might be exciting if, when Angel was re-cursed, the spell was done so that if he became happy, instead of being evil, he'd just sing all of his lines. Anyway, Rebecca says she wanted them both to be happy, and Angel, his face still hidden, insists that he is happy. Rebecca screams and pulls back as he nips her shoulder, and she looks up to see Angelus in vamp-face as he adds, "Perfectly happy." During the commercial break, I skip to the kitchen chanting, "I'm happy too, because he's going to have a personality again!"
Rebecca stares in horror while Angelus asks why she looks nervous. He picks up his glass again and explains, "You freed me," before smashing the glass against a beam in the ceiling. Waving the jagged stem at her, he says, "Remind me to get the name of your dealer before I kill you." He mentions that he's never killed a famous person before, but now there aren't any witnesses around to confirm his brush with fame. Then he's inspired, and says, "I know! We'll do it like we did back in the day! I'll keep your head on a stick as proof." Rebecca says he's just trying to scare her, and Angelus asks, "Is it working?" When she says it isn't, he throws her down a really odd little sunken thing in the floor and asks, "How about now?" Rebecca scrambles away as she says, "You're crazy." Angelus strikes a Fred Astaire pose on the step, which might be why they thought he was singing earlier, and corrects her, "I'm a vampire." She says, "This isn't you," and Angelus grumbles, "They always mistake me for the character I play, they never see the real me!" Rebecca tries to stammer out an explanation, that she "just wanted to --" and Angelus interrupts, "Be like me? Hey, I can't blame you; I'm one happy fella." Rebecca tries to run away, but Angelus blocks her and makes her an offer: "I'll torture you for a few unbelievably long hours and then you can tell me if this is the lifestyle for you." She tries to run up the stairs, but he pulls her back and pushes her against a desk. Maybe it's the hair, but suddenly I'm reminded of Jenny Calendar. Angelus just doesn't like brunettes, does he? Rebecca grabs a huge candlestick or sculpture or something hidden behind her back, and tells Angelus she's not going to run any more. As he steps closer, she whacks him across the face with the candlestick, knocking him down onto the couch. "Women!" Angelus grumbles as Rebecca bars herself inside the elevator. He stands outside the gates as she begins ascending.