Spicule stays behind, miffed that somebody else got a few lines of dialogue. Harmony apologizes for being crabby with him, and asks if he wants to talk. Spicule silently wanders off. Harmony calls him a "Slayer-loving freak." Word.
In his office, Gunn shows Angel a voodoo doll someone made of him. Heh. The Wesley voodoo doll Selannia made is much cooler, though. Spicule suddenly speaks up from the doorway about how big the building is or something. He's gone back to hugging the coat around him again. Angel snaps that he's in a meeting. Spicule says, "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't care." Okay, heh. Gunn says that some of the employees aren't going to be happy about the changes they're making. He looks really nice in those clothes.
As if on cue, a lawyer marches into the office and asks if they're shutting down the Internment Acquisitions Division. Angel turns to Gunn and whispers, "Internment acqui...?" Gunn is Wesley, and Angel is Cordy? Gunn loudly translates for him: "Grave-robbing." Angel continues to look confused. The lawyer, whose name is Novac, sucks up briefly and insists that he likes the changes they're making, but adds that the grave-robbing gig is awfully profitable. Angel says that they'll have to do without. Novac starts to argue, but then Angel starts glaring at him. Novac nervously explains that they have a contract to provide bodies to one Magnus Hainsley, one of their oldest clients. Angel tells Novac, "You tell Mister --" he pauses and clears his throat, and Gunn quickly supplies, "Hainsley." See, Angel really has been lying about how great his memory is! I knew it! Angel continues, "--Hainsley that Wolfram & Hart is under new management and out of the grave-robbing business." Novac isn't too happy about being the bearer of bad news, but he dutifully heads for the door. Spicule tells Novac, "You don't have to take that," and talks and talks and talks about how Angel's just a bureaucrat now, and Novac eventually wanders off because going to face an angry evil magician would at least be interesting. Angel tells Spicule to get out. Spicule nyahs that he hates Los Angeles and is planning to leave just as soon as he says one or two dozen more things, and with a final "Get stuffed," he leaves.