Angel
Angel

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Evil 101

The MoG call around in the dark house to see if anyone's home. Connor spots some family photos and asks if the mother is the priestess. Cordy says, "I think all the women in the family are." If that's not a Charmed shout-out, it sure reads as one. Cordy looks at a table covered with mail and papers. She sniffs and frowns, "What is that?" They all peer into the kitchen, where the bodies of the family are rotting quietly. Oops.

After the ads, Wesley gives his insightful opinion: "We're too late." How do they manage without him? But then he adds, "Again," which amuses me. Cordy wonders how Satan always knows what they're going to do: "It's like he's psychic." Wesley examines the bodies while Connor wonders if Satan is watching them at the Hyperion. Cordy suggests that Angelus could have tipped Satan off. Wesley says that the family has been dead for days, so it couldn't have been Angelus. Connor is horrified at the idea that the bodies have been there all that time. I guess Connor doesn't have super-sniffing powers, considering it took a few minutes for anyone to notice the smell. Wesley guesses that nobody noticed anything with all the other wackiness in the city lately. Cordy grouses that they should have guessed this would happen, and Wesley agrees. How could they have predicted it, exactly, when they only found out the priestesses existed about an hour ago? Wesley says they should look around and then call the cops. Connor stares into space, unmoving. After about two seconds of searching, Wesley picks up a piece of paper and says, "A banishment incantation. At least, I think it is." Oh, great. It's probably a casserole recipe. Cordy guesses that the Svear were trying to banish Satan. "It seems so," Wesley agrees. Wesley still hasn't learned any lessons about jumping to conclusions, has he? Connor turns to look at a calendar on the fridge, helpfully allowing us to establish that it's January on the show. Or possibly next October, but January seems like a safer bet. The 23rd has a heart drawn on it, with the note "Daddy's birthday." Connor looks at the bodies again and makes for the door.

Connor runs outside and then has to go all the way out to the sidewalk because there's nothing nearby to puke behind. He finally doubles over behind a landscaping element. Cordelia follows, and sits down next to him. She says, "It's different, isn't it?" She says that dead demons are blobs, vampires turn to dust, but humans aren't so tidy. Connor whimpers, "That's not..." and a tear trickles down his cheek. She asks what's bothering him, and Connor looks pained as he sighs, "Family." He's working himself into a nice brood when a vampire suddenly leaps into view. It's a pretty impressive leap, too, although I'm not sure what the point of landing ten feet past Connor and Cordy was. Landing on them would make more sense. Connor deals with his angst by punching the vamp a few times, but then another one attacks Cordy, knocking her down. Connor pulls a stake out of his boot and dusts one vamp, then throws the other into some trashcans in the street. The vamp starts to stand up, and then there's a squeal as he's suddenly run down by Wesley's SUV. Which means that sometime in the past thirty seconds, Wesley raced out and got in the car, which was parked right in front of the house. So he passed them while they were fighting. And got into the car before the vamp had been thrown into the street. He was totally running away. More vamps are visible in the background as Cordy quickly hops into the car. Connor follows, and the vamp under the car grabs his boot. He gives a kick and slams the door. The car races away.

Angel

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