Summary
Lindsey McDonald, Wolfram & Hart's wunderkind, finally has a crisis of conscience when a vicious, blind assassin is sent after a group of young kids. Now he must convince Angel that, despite his past actions, his motives this time are honorable.
Plot
Angel agrees to help legal but not so ethical whiz kid Lindsey McDonald crack the secret files of Wolfram & Hart to save a group of children from a demonic assassin. Said assassin also happens to be legally blind, quite the lethal weapon and on the Wolfram & Hart's payroll. Angel asks vampire hunter, Gunn to help him break into the Wolfram & Hart building and along with the assistance of Lindsey, our undead hero makes it in successfully even though the firm is full of traps.
Along his journey through the law firm's secret vaults Angel finds himself attracted to an ancient scroll and he grabs it as he runs out the door. Little does Angel know, the scroll holds a prophecy about the "vampire with a soul". Ultimately, Lindsay isn't quite sure if he can stick by his decision to betray the firm and sabotage the deadly mission. In the end, he chooses to stay with the firm, getting himself a nice raise and a much bigger office.
Dialogue
Demons with one eye, demons with twelve eyes, some with double vision. No blind demons. Perhaps Angel's discovered a new species?
What? Helen Kellerus Homicidilus?
Angel said it was as if she anticipated his actions before he carried them out.
A handy skill -- in a fight or on a date.
You found her?
Our first stop doesn't always have to be World of the Weird, you know. Sometimes actual human people can be just…awful.
The human eye is only capable of registering a small portion of the electromagnetic spectrum. But if Brewer were somehow equipped to see outside that range...
She'd be Superman.
How am I supposed to fight evil if they won't even put it behind bars?
She murdered a man right in front of me, and I can't even testify to that fact in a court of law.
Well, maybe in night court you could…
How am I expected to do battle if I can't even get into the ring?
It's their system, and it's one that works. It works because there's no guilt, there's no torment, no consequences. It's pure. I remember what that was like. Sometimes I miss that clarity.
But…not the trying to kill your friends and family part, right?
I don't want to be here any more than you want to see me. I don't have a choice.
You always have a choice. You sold your soul for a fifth floor office and a company car.
What was your father? A merchant, right? Linen and silk? Did pretty well. Had a couple of servants -- 'til you killed them.
Just the one.
I guess it's fair to say you've never seen anything like real poverty. I'm talking dirt poor. No shoes, no toilet. Six of us kids in one room. And come flu season it was down to four. I was seven when they took the house. They just came right in and took it. And my daddy's bein' nice, you know? Joking with the bastards while he signs the deed. See we had a choice -- you got stepped on or you got to steppin'. And I swore to myself I wasn't goin' to be the guy standing there with a stupid grin on my face while my life got dribbled out…
Ooof. I nodded off. Did you get to the part where you're evil?
I go back there; they're gonna kill me.
That's what we call an acceptable risk.
I get myself killed, that'll convince you I've changed?
It's a start.
Why are you going in at all? I thought Born Again Boy was gonna do it?
Well then, it seems pretty simple -- except for the you'll- definitely-get-caught factor.
Give me one good reason.
It'll be extremely dangerous.
Okay!
Woo-hoo!! My God! They told me it was true, but I didn't believe 'em. But damn, here it is! Evil white folks really *do* have a mecca.
Hey, guess what they've been doing all day.
Uh, saving the world?
Well, yeah! But they've been breaking encrypted computer files, too.
What are the odds, huh?
Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Okay. Willow says "Hey.
Are you telling me self-mutilating, psycho assassin chick reached enlightenment?
Sorry I'm late. Hope I didn't worry anyone.
We just figured you were dead.
There is a design, Angel -- hidden in the chaos as it may be. But it's there. And you have your place in it.
You're offering me my job back?
Oh no. I'm offering you a new job. A permanent one. With a thundering raise and ungodly benefits.