Wesley and Gunn are in stocks, listening as Robin orders their execution for collaborating with the enemy. Wesley asks Gunn to forgive him, and Gunn says he has a plan: "We die horribly and painfully, you go to hell, and I spend eternity in the arms of baby Jesus." That was a long way to go when a simple "sit on it!" would have sufficed, but I agree with the sentiment. I'm just wondering about the stocks. I mean, if you're going to chop off someone's head, do you want his neck covered with planks of wood? The rebels should know better, living in a culture that seems a tad obsessed with head injuries. Did Garth Ennis co-write this? As Will Scarlet gives the head-hacking order, an arrow suddenly appears in the executioner's tummy. Trombli soldiers to the rescue! Er, yay? They rush up shouting, "Death to the other-worlders!" and a fight ensues. Gunn and Wesley stand up, with their arms bound and the stocks still fastened around their necks. They're both gonna need chiropractors. Naturally, they knock people over as they look around to see the action. Sometimes it might even be intentional. Hard to say. Harder to care.
Angel wakes up in the cave, having finally recovered from his twitch-fest. Fred enters and starts jabbering about how she found some berries to put in the oatmeal, which isn't really oatmeal, but she likes to call it that. Angel stumbles over to the pool to check out his reflection, and Fred mentions that he spent the night "caterwauling." He might not have nightmares if he'd stop looking at his hair. Angel apologizes; Fred says she understands. She insists that he'll get better, and gives him a bowl of oatmeal. She's kinda acting like he's a big dog she's adopted. Maybe she can teach him to sit up and roll over. He's already demonstrated his ability to play dead. Angel disagrees, and says, "Back in L.A. it's bad, but here it's..." Fred backs away and says, "Maybe you got [sic] a beast in you, but I know what it is to be squirrelly and a freak with no one to..." No one to finish your sentences? Yeah, I know what that's like, too. Fred asks whether the pseudo-oatmeal is okay, and suddenly blurts, "Tacos!" Which makes me want to shout, "Shuttlecocks!" but that's a long, sad story. Fred asks whether they still have tacos back on earth, and Angel cheerfully says that they do. Luckily, she doesn't inquire about McRibs. Fred wins my heart by saying, "I've been trying to make an enchilada out of tree bark." Angel asks how that's working out, and Fred wrinkles her nose and admits, "There's work to be done." During an earlier episode, when Fred started jabbering inanely, Johanna told me, "Now you've got your very own Willow." I'm sticking to what I said about Drusilla, which is that flaky female characters who talk nonsense are acceptable if they're actually meant to be crazy, and not just adorably quirky. I admit that Fred's right on the line there, but I'm trying to give her the benefit of the doubt.