Upstairs, Wesley is reading the ingredients list for a magical tattoo-undoing spell. Gunn claims he'd like to be down in the fighting. I wish I believed him. Wesley says he needs the ingredients of "an unclean -- a demon." Everyone stares at Cary. Cary moans, "Why don't they ever need the urine of an unclean? I've got plenty of unclean urine." Gunn pulls out a great big knife. Cary adds, "I think I'm making some right now." Pee jokes are funny, I don't care what you say.
Lindsey and Angel duel and fight and taunt and Lindsey's shirt just falls open somehow, although I suspect Cordy gave him the idea. Angel asks if the tattoos covering Lindsey's chest hurt. Lindsey expositions, "Worse than when you cut off my hand," and it's back to the duelling. Now in slo-mo! Fight, fight. Lindsey plunges his sword through Angel's chest. Then Lindsey takes his shirt off and throws it at Angel, so as to taunt him more provocatively. Lindsey says, "From champion to pathetic corporate puppet in just a few months." He asks how the sword feels, and Angel finally grunts, "Could be worse. If it had been made out of wood, ya dumb-ass," and then yanks the sword out, and they fight some more. This really didn't need to go on so long. Cordelia keeps randomly hitting buttons until the gadget holding the jewel reopens. She retrieves the jewel, and the machinery shuts down. Lindsey shouts, "Noooo!" and if he...oh, I don't care. The plot is stupid. The moments, I like. But the story is idiotic. The music gets extraordinarily epic as Angel tells Lindsey, "It doesn't matter what you try. It doesn't matter where I am, or how bad-ass you think you've become, because you know what? I'm Angel." He throws Lindsey across the room, and if we'd just stopped there I could deal, but then the music soars as Angel adds, "I beat the bad guys," and my soul hurts. Lindsey asks if Angel's ready to kill him. Angel says he doesn't have to, and Cordelia says, "Sweetie, your epidermis is showing," which is another bad line. Especially since it's only after their quips that Lindsey's tattoos begin to lift up from his skin swirlingly, and vanish.
Cut to Wesley doing an incantation. As Wesley chants in Latin, Fred gives him a look of total, inexplicable lust. Wesley says, "I think I can feel it working." Fred doesn't actually say, "So can I," but she doesn't need to. I wouldn't mind if it wasn't so out of nowhere. She gets moist for Latin? What?