From behind the front desk, Cordelia hisses, "Angel's back." Wesley is too busy reading the business section to care. Cordy adds, "And he has Darla with him!" Wesley cares. They both walk out to greet Angel and Darla. Cordy eyes Darla's luggage and asks whether she's planning to sleep over. "I'm dying," Darla says. "So, just for the one night, then," Cordy replies. Angel explains, "Wolfram & Hart showed her some medical files, supposably [SIC!] proving that she's only got a few months left to live." Wesley guesses that Angel thinks this is a trick. Angel does, but he's determined that they won't take the bait. Darla tells Angel that he just doesn't want to believe it. Arms folded, Angel snaps, "I don't want to believe anything from them," without even looking at her. They do argue like they've known each other for a hundred years, I'll give 'em that. Darla says that she knows a few things about mind games, as does Angel: "We played them together for over a century." Cordy says, "Yes, but you were just soulless, blood-sucking demons. They're lawyers." When they leave that joke unspoken, it's passable. When they come right out and say it, they hurt me. Darla asks Angel, "And if you're wrong?" Angel sulkily insists that he isn't. He tells the MoG to "watch over her for a while," while he goes out to investigate. Darla says that Angel can't force her to stay, and Angel says she isn't a prisoner, he just wants a chance to help. As soon as the door closes behind him, Cordy announces, "First up, you're our prisoner." Wesley seconds that emotion. Cordy says that Darla's had a bad effect on Angel, "so, sorry about the dying, but if you try to escape, we will hit you." Wesley adds, "On the head." Cordy concludes, "With very large and heavy objects. 'Kay?"
Lindsey is having a drink in his apartment o' indirect lighting. I explain to Scooter about how Lindsey has a fake hand. Scooter picks up some hay in his perfectly functional front paws, as if to mock Lindsey. Suddenly, Lindsey's door is smashed open. Angel, standing outside, declares, "I might not be able to come in, Lindsey, but --" Lindsey calmly says, "Wipe your feet." Angel is nonplussed. Lindsey explicitly invites Angel in as he heads for the bar. After a second, Angel enters and promptly slams Lindsey's head back against the bar. Uh, Angel, you might want to close that door behind you before you start clobbering people. Lindsey asks whether Angel really thinks he needs to force Lindsey to co-operate. Angel asks, "'Need to'?" and then pushes Lindsey away. On one of the shelves behind Lindsey is a little Pegasus figure. Aw. I can understand that the WB wouldn't want to remind viewers that there are other entertainment options available to them, but Lindsey's walls are lined with shelves, yet there's not a book to be seen. They're all filled with knick-knacks. He's a lawyer, surely he'll have one or two books hidden away somewhere. Or even some CDs. Something. Anyway, Lindsey says that "those medical reports you saw were real." Angel saw them? Guess he read them over while Darla packed up all of her red dresses. Lindsey flings more files at Angel, offering him a second, third, and tenth opinion. Johanna says, "No one could possibly fake this many medical reports!" To save Angel the trouble of sounding out all the big words, Lindsey summarizes, "They all say the same thing: syphilitic heart condition. Terminal." As he pours himself another drink, Lindsey explains that since Darla was dying of syphilis before being vampire-ized, now that she's human she's "kind of pickin' up where she left off." Lindsey plugs a little plothole by adding that modern antibiotics could cure the syphilis, but "we're about a month and, what, four hundred years too late." Angel notes that Lindsey didn't believe the initial report either, and Lindsey says that he had to be sure, because he doesn't want Darla to die. Angel looks puzzled as he tries to figure out why that might be. Finally, he asks whether Lindsey is in love with Darla. Lindsey looks down. Angel chants, "Lindsey and Darla, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Sort of. In the sense that he says, "A few short months with her and you go all schoolboy. I was with her for 150 years." Lindsey says that Angel didn't really love Darla. Angel says that he wasn't capable of love, and neither is Lindsey. Lindsey says, "I'd save her if I could. And you can. But you won't." Neener neener. He says that Angel can waste Darla's remaining time searching for a cure, or he can save her himself. Angel asks, "And then what, Lindsey? You and her [sic] can be together? If I were to do it, if I turned her, how long do you think it would be before she hunted you down and had you for breakfast? I gotta say, I mean, that thought alone almost makes it worth it. But there's another way, and I'll find it." Flinging the files back at Lindsey, Angel leaves.
Cordy and Wesley are discussing the situation over mugs of, uh, something. Cordy complains that Darla is risking their lives as well as Angels. She adds, "After four hundred years of death and destruction, [it] seems to me you get voted off the island." Oh, those Survivor references. So topical. Although considering they've at least moved on from last season's O.J. gags, I guess it's a step in the right direction. Cordy and Wesley stop short as they realize that Angel is standing (or, in fact, slouching) in the lobby. He's staring at Darla, who's puttering in the odd atrium they discovered when Bethany visited. Angel says, "Give me a minute," and ambles over to the atrium. Darla's taken up night-gardening, it seems. She drops the jasmine she's fondling and looks up at Angel. After a moment, she says, "I told you it was the truth," and heads for the door. Angel says that they'll do something. Darla says, "I've been around long enough to know when something's a lost cause...unless..." Angel gives her the old "that's exactly what they want us to do" spiel. Darla doesn't care, and says, "It's what I need." Angel says that it isn't, unhelpfully adding, "I don't know what you need, I wish I did." Darla sighs and says that she doesn't know either, and then Angel says that she does. This is all very confusing. He adds, "You just can't see it, that's all. You need a little help."