Summary
Cordelia discovers that she has inherited Doyle's visions, and it plays havoc with her career. Meanwhile, Angel must save a new client from the creature that is hunting him, and a Rogue Demon Hunter comes to town.
Plot
Angel asks the Oracles to turn back time again. He points out that without Doyle he no longer has a contact to the Powers that Be. The Oracles tell him he will understand soon. For every door that closes, another door opens. Meanwhile, Cordelia is upset because she has nothing tangible to remember Doyle by. But not for long. While in the middle of an audition, she is taken off guard by a vision. She realizes that Doyle must have transferred his powers to her when he kissed her before his death.
They have a new client, an empathic demon named Barney, who is being stalked by a mysterious man on a motorcycle. Angel goes to Barney’s apartment to investigate and comes face to face with the stalker. It’s Wesley, Buffy’s former Watcher. He was fired by the Council and is now a Rogue Demon Hunter. He and Angel quickly realize that the demon Wesley is hunting is not Barney but another demon stalking Barney. They believe it is Kungai Demon is chasing Barney to steal his empathic abilities.
Angel and Wesley track down the Kungai in Koreatown, where the demon is on his deathbed. His horn, that holds his power, has been stolen. This injury is fatal. With his final breath, he names Barney as his killer and in his own language. Barney is back at Angel’s apartment with Cordelia. She tells him about Doyle and the gift that he passed on to her. Barney takes Cordelia captive and brings her to an auction, where he puts her “seer’s eyes” up for sale. A representative from Wolfram & Hart is the high bidder. However, before her eyes can be extracted, Wesley and Angel show up and save her.
Dialogue
>> Parting Gifts
What are you looking for?
Nothing. Doyle's special coffee mug.
Doyle didn't have a special mug.
Cordelia . . . get out.
What?
I mean of the office. Take the day off.
You scared the heck out of me.
You? I scared you? Look in the mirror lately?
Every chance I get.
I'm sensing a little performance anxiety here. Little trick: Picture everybody...
In their underwear.
I was gonna say dead, but hey, if that underwear thing works for ya...
First off, you should know -- right away, before there's any misunderstanding -- I'm a demon.
Appreciate your candor.
I just realized it's 3:45 in the afternoon. Middle of the day. If you're a vampire, why aren't you in your coffin?
A coffin. I hate that stereotype. You're a demon and you don't know anything about vampires?
Only what I learned from TV.
Vampires don't sleep in coffins. It's a misconception made popular by hack writers and ignorant media. In fact, you know, we can and do move around during the day, as long as we avoid direct sunlight. 'K? Got it?
What makes you think he means you harm?
I don't think he's tracking me down to tell me that I won the Publisher's Clearinghouse.
So you're a cheat.
I choose to think of it as going with my strengths.
Damn. I can't believe he did this to me.
Who did what?
Doyle! I thought our kiss meant something. And instead, he used that moment to pass it on to me. Why couldn't it have been mono or herpes?
I didn't ask for this responsibility, unlike some people who shall remain lifeless.
You had a vision.
Boy! Howdy! And guess what, you know how they *look* painful? Well they *feel* a whole lot worse.
You're my link to The Powers That Be.
I am nobody's link to anything. I lost control of my entire central nervous system. And I'm not sure, but I may have drooled a little. At my first audition in weeks!
What was it?
Uh, Stain-Be-Gone. It was a national, no less. They'll probably never call me again.
The vision! What was the vision?
Oh, pfft, who knows. It was a thing.
A thing?
An ugly, grey, blobby thing. What difference does it make?
The difference is if you saw it in a vision, this could be an ugly, grey, blobby dangerous thing.
I don't care. I want it out of me. And if kissing's the only way to get rid of it, I will smooch every damn frog in this kingdom!
Behave yourself. I don't want to find you two necking on the couch when I get back.
I'll wager you never thought you'd see me again.
To tell you the truth, I haven't given it much thought one way or another.
Interesting look for you. Motorcycle? Watcher's Council trying out a new image?
In point of fact, I no longer work for the Council. I came to the conclusion I was of greater good to the cause working autonomously.
They fired you.
And that's why I became a Rogue Demon Hunter.
You're a demon hunter?
Rogue Demon Hunter.
Doyle? He drank too much, and his taste in clothing was like a Greek tragedy. And he could be really sweet sometimes. You'll like this, he was half-demon -- a secret he kept from for, like, *ever*. I guess that's the reason he sometimes smelled weird.
What are you doing here? Are you working with Angel?
A lone wolf such as myself never works with anyone. I'm merely allowing Angel to assist me.
Oh. Wow.
I'm a Rogue Demon Hunter now.
Wow. What's a rogue demon?
I had someone by my side. He's dead now. I'm not gonna let that happen again. I work alone.
Are you alright, Wesley?
No, these pants tend to chafe my . . . legs.
Can I help?
Not unless you can explain to me why I have to suffer skull-splitting migraines getting visions so vague they require closed captioning.
I'm never going to forgive him for doing this to me.
For what? Choosing you? Trusting you with an enormous responsibility? Believing that you were the only one worthy of such a rare and important gift?
Did I mention the drooling?
I get the impression Doyle didn't have much by way of possessions?
No. No, he didn't.
Seems like he gave you the most valuable thing he had.
I hope you like your coffee black because the only lightener the boss has in his refrigerator is O positive.
If anything happens to Cordelia because of me . . .
Nothing's gonna happen to Cordelia. I won't allow it.
In case you're wondering, this is me looking for clues. Feel free to join in any time you want.
I'm a fool. A sniveling, great . . .
Ugly, grey, blobby thing.
Yes! I'm an ugly, grey, blobby . . . what?
I'm really not a seer. I only had a vision once, and I'm pretty sure it was just something I ate!
I never doubted for a minute you'd find me.
Well, I was lucky. I had a Rogue Demon Hunter on my side.
Not that he didn't have it coming. He was a horrible evil monster.
He did kill a lot of people.
Viciously mutilated their corpses.
Plus he started the bidding on me at a paltry $2,000.
This I frame for saving my life, and as a reminder that something of Doyle's is here in our office.
Well, I'll be off. Farewell Angel. Who knows when our paths will cross.
Wesley.
Do you even know where you're headed?
Rogue Demon Hunters rarely do. Wherever evil lurks, wherever the forces of darkness threaten humanity, that's where I'll be.
Oh, okay. Well, keep in touch.
Yes, yes, I will. But now evil lurking everywhere bids me onwards! So, I go.
Take care!
Yes.
No rest for the wicked fighters. Through storm and rain, heat and famine, deep painful gnawing hunger, I go.
Breakfast?
Ooo! I suppose so.
One of the perks of the job: After an all-nighter of fighting the lurking evil, we get eggs!
He's a good cook for someone on a liquid diet.