Gunn says that Angel has a plan. Angel explains his plan thusly: "I get to the offices before they stop me." Gunn says, "See? -- What? That's the plan? Walkin' real quick was the plan?" I. Love. Gunn. So much. Cordy tells Angel, "You're all insane, and angry, and...insane! You need help!" Angel says that he isn't insane or angry. The elevator doors open again, and this time there's a guard outside. Although apparently the guard didn't come because of the vamp-detectors, since he looks surprised and grabs for his stake-baton, which I still want one of. One of which I still want. Whatever. I'm tired. Angel grabs the baton and jams it down into the guard's shoe. Yow! "Man, that's nasty," says Gunn. Not to mention scrapy. Angel leaves the elevator, and, in a piece of dialogue that we're not supposed to think was dubbed in later, admits, "Maybe I am a little angry." "Maybe?" shouts Cordelia as she follows. "Hm," says Gunn, as they head back for the grating. Roll credits. Wow, that was the shortest teaser ever. And, I'm guessing, it is a teaser which implies lots and lots of wackiness in this episode. As if the title weren't a big signpost reading: "Danger! Watch for falling prats!"
Two Japanese businessmen are karaoke-ing to "I Got You, Babe." We have definite confirmation of wackiness. Gunn looks around and asks, "What I want to know is, how I live in L.A. all my life and not know this weird-ass stuff was going on." Cordy says, "Oh, the ass is even weirder than you think," which I quote because that's a strange yet funny line. Wesley explains that the "host" (still no name, damn it!) reads the futures of those who perform. Okay, I can't stand calling him "host" any more. His name's Cary. Cary Okie. I'm sorry, I'm no good at naming people. Feel free to suggest other options. Gunn shakes his head, conveying more than I ever could. Cary is looking...dapper? Natty? Or just peculiar, depending on your point of view, not to mention whether or not watching Buffy has completely annihilated your fashion sense. So. He's wearing a blue-green suit over a pink shirt (lapels spread over the jacket, natch). And a polka-dot hanky. And a cravat. No, really. Cary asks if Angel's doing okay, and Angel admits that he's "a little...rocky." Cary says, "You're Rocky, and Rocky II, and half of the one with Mr. T. Tell me about it." Angel speaks in ellipses: "I feel this...like...I have to do something...and if I don't let it out I'll explode and then...when I do something it feels...I think maybe...this is it..." Finally, Angel gives up and says, "I'll sing if I have to." Cut back to Gunn, asking whether Angel is going to sing. He is properly horrified by the mere idea. Luckily, Cary tells Angel that no singing is required: "A break for you, a break for me, a break for Mr. Manilow." He leaves out, "A break for the already-tried-beyond-measure audience," but we all know he's thinking it. Cary writes down an address and hands it to Angel. He says, "It's an address in Ojai, a friend of mine. Even though, does he ever call? Does he ever write? Good guy, though." Hee. A bartender named Ramon strolls by with a drink for Cary, who declares, "I was just thinking, I'd rather be drinking!" Apparently this friend is one "T'ish Magev," who Angel identifies as a powerful swami. Cary says, "He'll shock your chakras, fillet your soul." Just when I think I couldn't like Cary more, the song finally ends, and he stands up and declares that the businessmen were "Cher-riffic!" Angel returns to the MoG and says, "We're going. I don't have to sing." Cordy bursts out with, "Oh, thank GOD! I mean, for your sake, because I know you don't like to do that."