London, England. A group of Slayers are advancing, chasing after a group of vampires and what appears to be their leader, a horned, skeletal demon. They call themselves the Fraser Gang. Ignoring Faith‘s orders, Nadira surges ahead, racing after her quarry: the vamp with the stolen brief case. Faith, unable to go after her, is tackling the horned demon. And she’s not doing brilliantly. She thinks she’s surrounded by crazy people. The demon touches her, and she instantly feels a deep chill in her bones.

Nadira is still after the vamp, who’s hiding, behind a corner, gun in hand. He fires several shots at Nadira, who is struck in the leg. The vamp is dusted from behind by an unknown assailant, decapitated. Nadira doesn’t see who just saved her life. She yells after Faith that she’s on her way. The briefcase is theirs.

Faith claims to be five by five, tangling with the demon. Nadira is all rage, no brains. Faith thinks about Nadira and then realises that she’s only here to distract herself as well. She has to. She doesn’t want to think about what Angel said a few hours ago. Distracted, the demon horns Faith in her stomach and floats into the sky. As he’s getting away, another briefcase, this one full of cash, in his possession, he warns Faith to stop digging into affairs that don’t concern her. As he flies off, he tells her to keep the ‘merchandise’.

Faith gets up. Great. Times are tough. “Demons are dealing coke now!” she tells the others. Nadira corrects her: she’s not an expert on drugs, but the substance they’ve found the demon peddling is not cocaine. Faith thinks it smells like sour milk. She’ll investigate with the Watcher diaries. Nadira points out that the vamp she was chasing was killed by someone she didn’t see: who would be running around London with a broadsword? She asks Faith if she knows, but Faith just claims that anyone against the vampires is a friend to her. She’ll let Nadira know if anything comes up. As she walks away, avoiding the subject, she hopes Nadira hasn’t noticed.

She arrives back on the nearest rooftop where she finds Angel, cleaning the blood and dust off his broadsword. She tells him that he’s stupid for stirring Nadira up – she will try to kill him. She hands him the merchandise, which Angel inspects. It’s an ingredient for his plan to bring Giles back from the dead. Faith is still not completely onboard. Angel tells her that Giles didn’t die a natural death. Faith tells him that his neck was snapped – there’s nothing mystical about that. She also points out that if he had known how to do this before, why didn’t he use it on Cordelia when he had Wolfram & Hart behind him?

Angel knows its not that cut and dried. Resurrection spells have always existed. They’re not used as much because they’re dangerous and difficult. And they only work on a body, not the soul, hence the zombie thing. Faith is glad he knows the arguments against his plan, and reminds him that magic doesn’t exist anymore. Angel tells her that Giles’ life was steeped in magic. He was a Watcher and a warlock. Magic enables a connection to the people who wield it, connections to their soul.

Faith stops. “You think you can put his soul back together? He’s Giles! Not a damn car engine! Why can’t you let him rest? What you gonna do next, dig him up?” Angel takes some time before he answers: “Not until I have to.” Faith looks at him, first with stunned silence and then, a moment later, in seething anger. “I’m out,” she declares, waving him away and walking out the room. Angel grabs her arm from behind.

“Faith, I know how it sounds and it wouldn’t be possible – ff he hadn’t left us the Watcher’s Files. Giles is going to tell us how to bring him back.” He holds out one of Giles’ books to her. She’s a little reticent: she thought she had helped Angel back to his feet after Twilight, but she’s beginning to think his obsession with resurrection is what did it. She feels helpless and useless. Angel tells her that he’s not crazy and places his hand on her shoulder, gently. “I know you think I’ve lost it. That’s okay. I don’t need you to believe me, but I do need your help.”

Faith isn’t sure anymore. He thinks he can fix the worst thing he ever did. If I convince him he’s wrong, I take away his reason to exist. And what’s my plan B? Walk away? Ride shotgun on his crazy train? I just got my life together. What happens when he goes off the rails?

She’s about to answer when she looks up, sees her reflection on a mirror. Except he was there for her when nobody else was, pulling her from the wreckage of her life while the rest of the world was having a party! She owes him.

Faith’s silence has convinced Angel that she’s not interested and he says he understands. But this is something he has to do. He tells her he’ll be back later that night, picking an axe from the weapons rack. She notices, takes it off him, declaring it her lucky axe. She looks at his grin, telling him to knock it off: she’s standing by him since he was the only one who didn’t write her off. That buys him a wingman for the evening. As she grabs her stuff to leave, she tells him that “I got your back.”

Somewhere in the EastEnd of London, is Demon Town. Inside a bar, creatures fight and flirt and talk and cheer, enjoying whatever it is they do. Faith and Angel don’t get any funny looks as they enter: Faith asks why the demons need a fight club as a reason for violence, but Angel tells her that without the magic, the hierarchy has slipped: vampires used to be the lowest of the lower species – now they’re bordering on celebrities. And the magicians who controlled them before have lost everything.

At the bar, Angel approaches a spikey-faced demon named Kurth. Kurth cheekily asks him who he’s talking to: Angel or Twilight, in which case he says, the author of the books looks litigious. Kurth, Angel explains, works for a man named Fraser. Their racket essentially sells body parts to rich people. Kurth tells them that now there’s a higher class of business: he offers Angel a seat, but Faith loses her patience. She lunges for Kurth in a bid to threaten info out of him, but he has an extra arm that emerges from his back! As it reaches for Faith, Angel rips it out of it’s socket, causing Kurth to scream in agony. Other demons are starting to notice, and one, a horned creature resembling a goat, smacks Angel to one side, screaming that vampires are getting too big for themselves. Kurth takes advantage of Angel’s new argument to flee, although Faith notices him go. Angel tells her to leave him: it’s all part of his plan.

Later, the pair of them are covered in bruises and cuts, walking home, through the streets of London. They clearly won the fight. Faith is wondering how the plan works: do they get punched and bruised so much it all comes together and they blend into the night? Is that it? “Best. Plan. Ever,” she sarcastically retorts.

Angel had a plan though. He’s using Kurth’s lost appendage to follow his blood. Faith is surprised that Angel would mutilate someone just to use them as a tracker, but he insists she’s seen him do worse. She jokes that sometimes he has Catholic guilt and he goes real quiet. She reminds Angel that he told her once that if you’re not careful, you start to enjoy the violence, but she’s concerned: what happens if Angel doesn’t feel anything at all?

Angel looks at her, but doesn’t answer her question. He’s too busy looking down into an alley way, where Kurth has knocked on the door of a private establishment, hidden from view. The demon Faith fought, the drug peddler, answers the door and Kurth begins to negotiate with him for a ‘dose’ – although he has no cash. The demon, whose name is Baphon, tells Kurth that he is good for nothing and doesn’t wish to concede, but since Kurth is the only worker he has right now, and he doesn’t have time to train a replacement – he has no choice. Put the payment comes out of Kurth’s wages. This doesn’t bother Kurth – he gets his drug.

Once Baphon gives him a vial of the same sour milk liquid Faith smelt earlier, Kurth pours it down onto his back and sighs in relief. Suddenly, as he was expecting, the arm which Angel pulled off regrows, as if it had never been missing!

Faith looks on in confusion: she thinks she missed an episode? “These guys are selling juice that grows back people’s arms?” Angel says no. That’s just Kurth. “That was the blood of a Mohra Demon. It can regenerate any organ, any wound, even necrotic tissue.” Faith looks at him. “You saying it could raise the dead?” He tells Faith that it happened to him once. It made him human. And he undid it for reasons he doesn’t want to get into. His point is, it works.

Angel explains more. “One of the more recent entries in the Watcher Files talks about the Fraser Gang abandoning their organ-selling racket for something better.” He knew they were up to something, but until the fight tonight he didn’t know exactly what. He looks at her, puts both his hands on her shoulders and, peering into her dark eyes, tells her: “This is it, Faith. This is how we get Giles back. His body, at least. The soul is a whole other thing, but one step at a time.” She glares at him, stern look on her face. “Are you with me?” he asks.

His answer comes as Angel and Faith, in formation, come crashing through the skylight straight down upon Baphon and his lackeys below. Faith shouts a warning about Baphon’s chilly touch, but Angel tells her that his power is in his horns, and slices them off, angering Baphon. He tells Faith she should read the files more.

As he fights, Faith watches him. Look at him. Like a kid in a candy store, cause he has a purpose again. And now he thinks he has a partner to share it with.

Angel’s sword goes through one demon, a green flame creature. Angel says that this beast calls for a banishment spell. Faith tells him to ignore the books and just throw something flammable at it. She pulls her lighter from her pocket and throws it in the demon’s direction. She goes up like an accelerant and is dust in seconds. The demon doesn’t even have time to scream. Faith points out that its for reasons like this she got booted out of chem class.

As the demon burns, Faith is worried that she’s killed their lead suspect, but Angel, already killing another demon, tells her that there will be plenty more. She picks up some of the Mohra blood, most of it being destroyed in the fire. The blood that has been spilled is evaporating quickly. Faith tries to grab some for their uses, but Angel tells her that they must have a fresh supply. He grabs Baphon and asks him where the Mohra is… Where do they get the blood?

Baphon agrees to help them, providing they let him walk. He’s useless without his horns. Faith watches as the demon spills his guts. She knows Angel hasn’t lost it, but she doubts this plan is going to work. We can’t bring Giles back. He told me so.

Months ago. Giles’ apartment. Giles is telling Faith that the library stored here is the most extensive of it’s kind in the world. Everything they need should be in here. Faith asks if that includes time travel, to say, help her go back in time and save people, or save someone before they die? Giles looks at her.

She knows that it can’t happen. She sips her coffee, still piping hot. She appreciates Giles helping her square things with the cops – it is nice to not be wanted anymore – but it doesn’t change what she did. Giles tells her that he doesn’t want to dismiss her concerns, but the Deputy Mayor was evil, his death was an accident. Faith also reminds him about Professor Worth. He had a daughter who still visits the Sunnydale crater every year. Drops flowers in.

Giles says they could make excuses, say she wasn’t in her right frame of mind, but he knows she feels guilty. They cannot go back in time and fix their mistakes. “We can punish ourselves for them in pointless, indulgent ways. Acts that serve no purpose beyond wallowing in self-pity. Or we can try to atone for them.”

Now, as she watches Angel throttle Baphon, she thinks Angel is nuts. She came along to keep him out of trouble. And okay, he’s saved the world five or six times and spent two lifetimes trying to do right. But he still sees himself as a monster and won’t let himself off the hook unless she makes him.

Elsewhere, Kurth is lucky to have escaped Angel and Faith with his life – and new arm – intact. As he walks through an alley, he’s interrupted by Pearl and Nash, floating in green light, around him. Pearl says that she’s heard a rumour, that Kurth knows where a Mohra demon is being kept. He tells them that his supplier is out for now, but Pearl grabs him and tells him that they’re afraid they can’t wait. He uses energy beams from his eyes, removing another of Kurth’s arms. Pearl tells him that now, he can’t wait either.

She cradles his chin in her hand. “You know the kids who liked to pull wings off flies? We like to pull things off them. Take us to your source,” she coos, until the anger comes into her voice, her threatening tone scaring Kurth senseless. “Or we demonstrate…” she says, reaching for his other arm…