Wesley tells the gun-toting thug, "That -- that -- that won't kill me." The thug shrugs (look, I made a rhyme!) and asks Wesley to go with him. Wesley plays it calm...ish...and says he doesn't see any reason to do what the thug says. The thug points out that while the gun won't kill a vampire, it will kill a human wearing an ugly blouse and hair extensions. I'm paraphrasing. Wesley agrees to go along but adds, "I shan't be cooperative." "Shan't"?
Wacky music plays wackily as the thug and that wacky Wesley wak, sorry, walk up to the front door of a large house. The building is guarded by some guys in black robes, which makes me wonder whether the Tribunal gang is moonlighting as a security company. The thug opens the door and steps inside, followed by Wesley. Without turning around, the thug says, in a voice so deep that Blue Whales can hear it, "I invite you in." Wesley, who has already entered, leans his head waaaay back as he jumps back through the doorway, and then re-enters as the thug turns around. Two older gentlemen step into the foyer, and at this point I'm guessing that most of this episode's cast has been, or will be, extras on The Sopranos, but since I only just got HBO, I haven't seen any episodes and won't recognize them. Sorry. Anyway, the taller guy says, "I'm not saying it was on purpose -- it's just, obviously, someone gives your drivers their instructions." The shorter guy says, "And your drivers? One little overreaction. You never know what that's gonna lead to." This conversation will never, ever be explained. Drivers? The taller guy says that it's nice that they "cleared it all up," and the shorter guy responds, "I think you understand me perfectly, Paul." At last, someone has a name! As Paul heads for the door, he glances at Wesley, and overhears the thug introduce Wesley as Angel. Paul leaves. The shorter guy leads Wesley into a study and introduces himself as "Magnus Bryce," and then identifies the thug as "Benny." Bryce has scored major points with me by giving everyone names. Plus, Bryce was the name of the young genius programmer on Max Headroom, from which I adopted the term "blipverts." Talk about a cleansing burst of synchronicity.