Cordy, near tears, tries to explain to Maude that she's not whoever Maude thinks she is, and insists that her friends will be coming. Maude answers, "You don't have friends. Why would anyone care about you?"
Angel drives to the apartment while explaining to Doyle that Maude's son killed her, and that Maude can't rest till the truth comes out. Doyle speculates that he should have gotten more bile. Hey, I offered.
Maude continues to tell Cordy that she's worthless and that no one will miss her as the dining room chandelier crashes to the floor. Some wiring spools down from the ceiling and wraps around Cordy's throat while Maude goes on with her self-loathing seminar. Up goes Cordy, who passes out, and Maude vanishes just as Angel and Doyle burst in. Cordy is eased to the floor, where she coughs and gasps, and then begins sobbing and hysterically telling them "She'll be back, she's stronger than us. And she knows me!" While the moaning and wind start again, Angel tries to calm Cordy down, saying "She thinks you're someone -- someone she blames for her murder." Cordy explains, "I'm taking her son away. She thinks I'm taking her son." Angel explains that Maude's son killed her, and adds, "You're playing a role in her delusion, that gives you power. You're the one who can stop her." Doyle sets up some rocks and stuff in a circle as Angel starts reciting from his handy spell book. Books and ashtrays fly across the room, crashing into walls. Angel tells Cordy to stand in the circle, but she just keeps crying.
The ghost whispers to her, "They don't care about you. They want you to fail. They know you're a tarted-up little whore with no money and no future..." Angel tells Doyle to chant, and gives him the spell book, along with a quick primer in pronouncing Latin. Angel tries tough love with Cordy, telling her that the ghost is doing this to her, and that she's not a weak little quitter, concluding with, "You can be the biggest pain I've ever seen! Do it now!" As Doyle mangles some Latin, and more objects fly around and smash into things, Angel decides maybe they should give up. Dragging Cordy with them, they head for the door. Suddenly Quentin Tarantino grabs the camera, because the door swings open and we zoom toward three guns, aimed into the room by Griff and two of his dapper friends. "No one's going anywhere," says Griff, pretending to be Samuel L. Jackson.
As Griff, his obviously demonic friend, and his not-obviously-but-still-possibly demonic friend enter the room, Angel whines, "You were going to let him pay." "I lied," explains Griff.