Cut to the Angelmobile racing down the city street. Cordy starts having a vision in the back seat, and Wesley tells Angel to pull over. Cordy sees a guy loading a revolver, and tells Angel to turn the car around. "We're almost there!" he whines. Cordy keeps groaning, and Angel adds, "She should have done this before we left the hotel!" Hee. Cordy finally pulls a stake out to get Angel's attention, and he pulls a 180. Props to MisterAlex, who noted that the skidmarks from a previous attempt are visible as they turn. And so they drive off into the blipvert.
People chit-chat outside a coffee shop. Suddenly Darla throws Drusilla into the frame. And against a car. And against anything else handy. "Did I do something to displease you?" Dru wonders. Instead of simply assuming that this is a publicity stunt, some of the onlookers try to intervene in the catfight, and get walloped for their trouble. Dru is thrown out into oncoming traffic. And hit by it. But she's fine. Darla runs out into the street, grabs Dru, and demands, "Why?" Dru insists, "For you, all for you. I thought it was what you wanted." She does not add, "Plus, y'know, since I dumped Spike, I don't have anyone who puts up with my craziness, and I thought you might be my friend." Darla stares at Dru while a guy in an SUV honks his horn at them. Dru cries and adds, "All alone in the dirt! We've lost our way, and the little worm won't dance if he's told to." My guess is, that worm'll dance plenty if Buffy tells him to, if you know who I mean, and I think you do. Darla takes Dru into her arms for a loving hug. The SUV driver finally steps out and asks if they're going to move. The girls look up at the boor who's interrupting their special moment, and darn it, they do look purty together. But the boor is unmoved, and suggests that they "take the make-out session on home. The rest of us have lives." Darla walks over to him and predictably responds, "Not for long," as she vamps out. She slurps him on down and then smiles at Drusilla. Go, Darla. I hate SUVs. Dru says, "You're all new again!" and playfully pokes Darla's nose with her finger. Darla suggests they go shopping. And so they ease on down the road, working their hips for the cameraman.
Rock and roll blares from a boom box as a kid sits in front of his Satanic-death-metal shrine and says, "Morgog, I worship you." He goes on about sacrificing his life to Morgog as Angel and the MoG enter. They're in a auto-repair shop or a garage or some damn thing like that. Angel starts to step forward, but Cordy says, "This kid's ready to snap, crackle, and pop." She says they have to handle him with care. Angel interrupts Cordy's sudden burst of sensitivity by tossing the boom box against a wall. Then he grabs the gun and says, "I'm not here to hurt you, kid." As he removes the bullets, he adds, "Morgog's not the way. Morgog couldn't find his way to his hairy spine-hump without a road map. So don't go killing yourself, it's not worth it!" He looks around hesitantly at the surroundings and unconvincingly says, "You've got, y'know...a million reasons...to live...I bet." Heh. Angel tosses the revolver into a barrel of oil and turns to leave. Wesley says that they aren't done, but Angel says that he is. Wesley suggests that there was a reason for Cordy's vision, and Gunn suggests that maybe the reason was to keep Angel from going to Wolfram & Hart. Angel tells them that they can help the kid, because he's got more important things to do.