Enik reminds us all that Cordelia is cursed with the sight. Didn't we establish this pretty successfully about ten minutes ago? Enik adds that measures must be taken, blood must be spilled, and vagueness must be increased.

In a dungeon cell, Gunn tugs at the manacles binding his wrists while Angel and Wesley do nothing. Gunn announces, "No use. Things are made outta some kind of magical alloy." Wesley asks how Gunn can tell. Gunn says, "I can't. I'm just making myself feel better." Heh. There are more chains around their ankles, causing them all to hobble around in an amusing way. Wesley asks whether Angel's found anything, and from his post at the door, Angel says that the wood is six or seven inches thick. Wesley reports, "These impenetrable stone walls are proving to be rather --" Gunn interjects, "You say 'impenetrable' and I will kick your ass." Thank you, Gunn. Wesley mentions being horrified by stories about the Tower of London. Angel off-handedly remarks, "It wasn't that bad." More chitchat, and Angel suddenly moves toward the door and tells them all to shut up. Gunn and Wesley scurry over to try and eavesdrop with Angel, but he can hear better because of his super vampire powers. News to me. Angel says that the people in the hallway are talking about a girl who has visions. He reports hearing, "A covenant. A curse. Something about testing the girl for the sight." He looks back at them and adds, "They said she screamed." Wesley hisses, "Those bastards," hitting the "B" so hard he almost shatters it. Angel listens some more and says that they're going to be taken to a castle for sentencing. He says, "They're coming," and everyone scuttles away from the door, because if anyone finds out they've been listening, they'll get in real trouble. Or something. The door opens, and a helmeted guard orders them out. As they move into the hallway, they hear someone being whipped, and Angel tells Gunn and Wesley, "Be ready."

A pretend castle looms over the real village set, where a bull strolls down the street. Inside the pretend castle, Angel is escorted down a hall with Wesley and Gunn trailing behind. They find Cary, also shackled, waiting for them. Cary says, "Am I glad to see you. And so much less dead than I expected." Angel asks Cary what happened to him, and Cary goes on about tickertape parades and streamers for a minute before admitting, "Locked me in a room, pushed me around, asked a bunch of questions -- your standard film noir." Angel whispers that he got a lead on Cordelia, and Gunn and Wesley sidle up next to him. Angel relates what he heard about the curse and the Covenant to Cary. A guard calls for silence as the demon-at-arms arrives. He lectures Cary, "You abandoned your life-giver, betrayed your people, and now you consort with these animals. I will take great pleasure in watching them kill you slowly." The demon-at-arms wanders off, and Angel asks Cary, "Will they take us in separately or together?" Cary isn't sure, but guesses, "Together?" Everyone gathers to listen to Angel's plan, which I'm sure is really brilliant since his mind has got to be well rested after the vacation it's had during this episode. We'll never know, though, since we're forced to listen to the demon-at-arms telling his guards, "Drag the bodies to the village square. We will hang their corpses there as a warning." Then he calls to the prisoners and announces, "The Venerable Monarch of Pylea, General of the Ravenous Legions, Eater of Our Enemy's Flesh, Prelate of the Sacrificial Blood Rites, and Sovereign Proconsul of Death, is prepared to pass sentence upon you." I wanna be a Sovereign Proconsul of Death. I bet the conventions are awesome. Angel whispers, "One..." as the demon-at-arms turns and orders his guards to open the doors. Angel says, "Two," they walk into the room, and then he punches the guard behind him. What happened to three? You can't start an escape plan on the count of two! Oh, the captioning says "3!" but I checked several times, and Angel doesn't. Wesley shoves his guard away, but Angel is punched and goes down faster than a French prizefighter, and I think we get the idea of how good his plan was from that. The attempt to snatch still more defeat from the jaws of defeat is stopped abruptly when Cordelia clears her throat pointedly. Everyone stops and looks up. Cordelia sits on a throne. Wearing one of Princess Ardala's cast-off sequined bikinis. And people thought I was exaggerating about the Buck Rogers themes. "Hi guys," she says. The piano plinks "wacky" at us as the credits roll.