In disjointed slow-mo, we see: Angel grabbing the waitress who spoke ill of him earlier; Darla opening a cut on her chest; Angel and another girl in the bar; Darla standing in a courtyard; Angel making merry; Angel putting the make on Mary; Darla saying "You know what to do;" Angel; Darla; and the big old siring of Angel scene, as seen on Buffy. While Angel sucks at Darla's chest, Kate says, "So, why this sudden urge to have lunch?" Turns out she's talking to her father, as they stroll along a pier-side park of some sort. He says "Lunchtime, isn't it?" and finally confesses that he wanted to spend time with her. They sit down and start munching on hot dogs, and Mr. Lockley abruptly asks, "So, how's Angel?" Kate is a bit startled by this question. Mr. Lockley asks, "That ain't a Mexican name, is it?" Kate says she doesn't think so. He asks if she's still seeing Angel. Kate continues to look baffled, and says, "We were never seeing each other, Dad." Oh, these are always such fun conversations to have with your parents, aren't they? Mr. Lockley asks what's wrong with Angel: "He married?" Kate says no. "West Hollywood?" Again, Kate says no, but how can she be sure? She explains that Angel's just not her type. Mr. Lockley asks if Angel has a job, and Kate tells him Angel's a private investigator. For cops, he's not very good at interrogating, and she's not very good at noticing when she's being pumped for information. Mr. Lockley asks if Angel is any good, and Kate says that he is, "And he doesn't mind working nights." Kate asks if her dad really took her out to lunch to ask about Angel. Mr. Lockley says that Angel "made an impression." She asks if he liked Angel. "Not really," Mr. Lockley confesses. "Then what's this all about?" Kate wonders. Mr. Lockley finally says, "It's not good to be alone, Katie." Kate looks pensive.

At Angel's, Wesley is playing with his monster dissection kit. He announces that the demon was definitely a Kwaini, but there's something strange about it. Wesley shows Angel what looks like nice flank steak and says, "Think of it as the creature's adrenal gland. Normally, it would be the size of a walnut." He says that the "inflammation" was caused by a substance he found in the Kwaini's system. Circulatory system, nervous system, we don't know; just its system. Wesley hands Angel a bottle of the amber fluid he found. He says, "It's synthetic, and it seems to contain properties not unlike street PCP." As opposed to the PCP you find in finer department stores. Wesley adds, "I did identify eye of newt as one of the ingredients, but, one suspects, added chiefly for taste, rather than kick." Angel summarizes that the Kwaini was high, "and the delivery guy was probably carrying." Since the drug enhances strength, Angel asks what it would do to a demon that's already powerful. "I shudder to think," Wesley replies. Just then Cordy comes down the stairs, wearing a flowery spandex midriff-baring top, a pink jacket, sunglasses, and a blonde wig. She whines about the security system not being turned on. It appears that Cordy has been following the delivery guy. And she wore this outfit so that she'd be less noticeable? She whines about the traffic. She whines about parking. Angel says, "It's not like in the movies, is it?" Cordy says, "No. Fortunately, I am," and uses that as a nonsensical segue into pulling out the video camera she used while trailing the delivery guy. I'm astonished that Cordelia doesn't ask how Angel can afford these gizmos but can't give her a raise. Instead of just telling them what he did, she shows Angel and Wesley some stills of him delivering various innocent parcels. Wow, it's so much more enthralling with visual aides. Then there's a shot of an exotic car place that he spent a long lunch at, and several shots of him outside the shop, all but shouting "Hey, watch me put more mysterious brown packages in my delivery bag!" Anyone care to guess why he didn't put them in his bag while he was inside? Me neither.