Mr. Lockley visits the car shop to tell some baddies about Angel investigating him. He asks what is in the packages, and says, "We agreed that I'd use my department connections to facilitate movement of your untarriffed auto parts. We didn't agree that I'd be removing evidence from crime scenes, or pumping my own daughter for information." Mr. Lockley doesn't seem like the kind of guy who'd use the word "facilitate." One of the baddies, who's apparently been on "Felicity," and thereby entered the WB stable never to escape, says they appreciate the "extra lengths" Mr. Lockley has gone to. He pulls out one of those manila envelopes that bad guys always keep their money in. Mr. Lockley takes the envelope and gives the baddies some advice: "Whatever it is you're moving in your little brown packages, dial it down for a while." Glaring at them, he leaves. The baddie who gets to have dialogue turns and asks, "Any instructions on how we should proceed with this Angel person, sir?" A great big demon with a melty plastic face, and eyebrows that make Angel's look dainty, marches out and growls, "Kill him." The baddie protests that doing so might scare off Mr. Lockley. Pleatherface replies, "Kill Lockley too. God, do I have to think of everything around here? Someone give me an adrenal gland!" and marches out again.