During the commercial break, I go channel-surfing, hoping to run across that creepy Twilight Zone slayer show. Found it! Cool. Justine is still pinned to the table when Holtz returns. He sits down and leans over so that he, like Justine, has his head resting on the table. I guess it's nap time. Later they'll get juice and saltines. Holtz puts a hand on the icepick (or whatever) as he explains, "I want you to go out and find others like you. People who have suffered as we have." He says she'll be able to recognize such people because "their eyes will look like this feels," and then he pulls out the icepick. Justine screams, and after a minute she wraps her wounded hand in the hanky Holtz offers. And then she punches him. Heh.

Angel strolls into the Hyperion's lobby gloating about the "five thousand smackaroos" he just picked up. I wish he'd gotten five thousand smacks instead. Fred explains that Wesley and Gunn are working on the Mysterious Case of the Dead Boyfriend. Fred and Cordelia are, of course, just sitting around watching the baby sleep. What else should they be doing? Angel makes sure that Cordy ran a credit check on the client. He seems a little bit fixated on money. Has anybody else picked up on that? I scream in terror as we suddenly cut to the baby-cam shot. Angel looks down at us, making goo-goo faces, while Cordy worries that they're working on too many cases simultaneously. "What if we're all out making money and some poor devil stumbles in here and needs our help?" she says, as the audience readies itself for an ironic punchline. Right on cue Cary, drunk, enters the lobby. Why is he drunk? He was chatting with an informant in his quest to track down Holtz. Cary relays the news that Holtz is trying to find humans who will help him kill Angel. Having done his best to move the story arc another inch forward, Cary figures his work is done for this episode.