Back in the showroom, Spicule is -- surprise! -- talking. He suggests that Hainsley might be lonely, so maybe he "picks out one of these painted pigeons and shows her a good time." Ew. Off Angel's look, Spicule defensively insists, "I'm sure they don't mind." And if they do mind, maybe Hainsley can run out and get a soul afterward. Angel grunts that he minds, and wasn't Spicule just five minutes ago talking about how Angel should be up in arms about his bucket o' lawyer? Oh, I see, Spicule has decided that it's all about him. For a change. He moans that the dead folk around them are lucky, because "nobody's shoving them back into the stinking world against their will." Angel glares at Spicule and repeats, "I mind!"
The butler enters and announces that Hainsley asked him to send Angel and Spicule back to Wolfram & Hart. "In a manner of speaking..." he evils, and then whips out some butcher knives and makes with the swishy-swishy sound effects. Angel, looking bored, reaches behind him and picks up a teaspoon from a cup one of the posed bodies is holding. He throws it across the room, and it ends up embedded in the butler's skull. Sometimes I make things up in these recaps, but honest, that's what happened. Johanna didn't see this part, and she didn't believe me when I told her about it. Spicule boggles, "A spoon?" The butler pulls the spoon out of his head and glares at Angel. Spicule continues his color commentary: "Okay, that's more --" And then the butler collapses. "Disappointing, really," Spicule concludes. I've decided to like that, not so much for the Tick reference but because...well, come on, it's certainly not what I expected. Angel tells Spicule, "I know you can't help me, but could you maybe not root for the other team?" Spicule says he'll cheer on anyone who might take Angel down a notch. Angel sighs, "What is your problem?" and Spicule goes off on a younger-brother whiny-ass tirade as we return to the world of ADR: "You're king of a thirty-floor castle, with all the cars, comfort, power, and glory you could ever want, and here I save the world, throw myself onto the proverbial hand grenade for love, honor, and all the right reasons, and what do I get? Bloody well toasted and ghosted is what I get, isn't it? It's not fair." "It's not fair"? How old are you? Angel loses his temper in turn, and he looks seriously pissed off, which seems almost excessive because he's dealt with bigger problems than Spicule for a while now. On the other hand, as we've established, he's had a very, very long day already. Anyway, he looks furious as he snaps, "I spent a hundred years trying to come to terms with infinite remorse. You spent three weeks moaning in a basement, and then you were fine! What's fair about that?" Hee. Spicule just looks distracted, probably because if anyone starts to point out his own questionable character he stops listening, and then he asks, "Are you getting blurry, or is it --" And poof, he vanishes. Angel makes some more exasperated gestures and leaves.