Credits. I can't get that damn song I made up last week out of my head. Now I wish I'd spent more than five minutes on it.
Whoa, crazy spinning "Ray of Light" cityscape blipvert. Cut to Merl, packing. I don't think the iMac is gonna fit in that suitcase. He walks across the room and almost crashes into Angel. Merl moans, "Can't you knock?" Angel says, "You don't make that funny expression when I knock. Or if you do, I don't see it." That made me almost kinda sorta laugh a teeny bit. Merl explains that he's leaving town, Angel is unhappy to hear that. "Who's gonna tell me all the fun facts about my friends?" he grumps. Merl says, "Big meeting tomorrow night, some top-level Wolfram & Hart brass, I think it's a new demon account. 9:30, Diaghilev, and that concludes my career as a professional informant, all right? Consider it a freebie, just like every other bit of information I've ever given you." He sounds bitter. I suspect Angel is the wrong guy to try to out-bitter. Diaghilev is an upscale Franco-Russian restaurant. Thank you, Google. The Tournedos Igor Stravinsky looks yummy. Angel asks why Merl is leaving, and Merl whines about a steady stream of beings who threaten him to get information. He also complains about how at least Wesley understood what a working relationship was, by which he means, Wesley paid him. Like Wesley had a choice -- he couldn't intimidate a kitten, much less Merl. Anyway, Merl says, "You don't care about anyone but yourself," so that we get this week's obligatory "bad selfish Angel" reminder out of the way. Merl snidely asks about Angel's former employees, "They doin' all right? Aw, gee, lemme guess: you never even bothered to check." Angel broods about what a bad, bad man he is. Thanks a lot, Merl. We sure haven't seen that particular expression enough.
The sun does its march across the screen. Anne instructs another mute employee. Then she spies Kenny, and sits down with him and his girlfriend. She tries to find out what they were so scared of last night. Kenny insists, "It was cold out there, I was getting frostbit [sic]." Anne points out, "It was sixty-five degrees outside." Kenny explains that he's from Florida. Anne insists on the truth. Kenny finally explains that the he and Les (the girlfriend, I presume) were panhandling (which, when you think about it, is an odd word) when a policeman hit him and threw Les against a wall. Anne asks if the cop was trying to arrest them, but Kenny insists that the cop just attacked them. A light bulb goes off over Anne's head as she says, "I think I know someone who might help."