The bartender checks a mirror and sees that he looks sweaty, bloodstained, and there's a big flap of skin hanging off his forehead. He looks a little zombified, actually. He presses his flap of skin into place, which would have been more disgusting if it hadn't looked and sounded like plastic -- can't they redirect some of the money they get for stunts and put it into better prosthetics? Anyway, he heads back into the bar and proceeds to hit on every girl he can in an amusing parody of scam-artists at bars. Meanwhile, Angel tries to break open the basement door, but apparently the door to this empty basement is tougher than all those apartment doors he keeps bursting through. The bartender's cheesy lines ("Are you a dancer?" "That's a beautiful dress.") aren't working too well, perhaps because he's all bloody and gross. I don't care for the usual heavy emphasis placed on looks, but I gotta admit he's pushing the limits of hygiene there.
Having given up on the door, Angel spies some tiny, narrow windows (with what sure looks like daylight visible through them) up near the ceiling, and says they're getting out that way. Kate says, "It's almost twenty feet up," although the captioning has "thirty feet up." Angel pulls out his trusty grappling hook, which Kate looks at incredulously and says, "Who are you?" Warner Brothers has found a way to revive the Batman franchise, I guess. The grapple wraps around a beam near the windows, Angel tugs on the rope...and the beam crashes down to the floor. Hee hee hee! Kate pulls out the gun holstered on her ankle, goes to the door, and shoots out the lock. I would ask why she didn't do that in the first place, but it was worth it for that joke, so I don't care. Again I say: hee!
The bartender has left the bar, and is wandering down the street. Oh, and it's night still, so I guess there are just some super-bright lights outside those basement windows. Angel and Kate rush through the bar. The bartender is looking seriously unwell at this point; large portions of his face are peeled off. Angel and Kate run outside. The bartender grabs a girl and drags her into an alley past some guys who are hanging out around a fire blazing in a trash can. It's September. And, it's Los Angeles. And we've seen plenty of girls in spaghetti straps and t-shirts, so there's no chance at all that it's unseasonably cold and there's any reason to gather around a trash-can-fire. Maybe they're burning books? Oh well. Angel is right behind them, Kate has apparently vanished, perhaps to call for backup. Angel tackles the bartender and the girl runs away. More kicking and punching, which leads them near the convenient blazing trash can. The bartender tries to do some sort of tackle, and Angel flips him into the fire. The flaming bartender (which would be a great name for a drink, by the way) approaches Angel, but then Kate enters and starts firing her gun, driving him back until he collapses.