The ninth episode to Law and Order, titled ‘Villain’, finally airs on Televison after a bunch of hiatuses and episode switching. Families who enjoyed the new show got together with popcorn and drinks. Today is the day that Cordelia could learn who played the victim—but she is at a funeral.
“For people who need help at night,” Wesley’s character is speaking in Demon Language under the cover that it’s a different unknown language on television. “In Los Angeles; there’s a private investigative service out there for you.
Wesley’s character lights a cigar.
“Angel Investigations; we help the helpless. That is their motto.” He takes out some cards and spreads them out in a ‘u’ shape. There is knocking heard from the door from behind him. “When things get tough and the domino’s fall in what feels seems lost. We—they can take care of your problems; with a Psychic, a team member who makes it seem the case will go right, and another to help get your problems solved.”
We see that Charless Gunn comes into the building; where Cordelia and Doyle are redecorating using paint.
“Is this Angel Investigation?” Gunn said, as Doyle recognizes him.
“We are in the middle of painting,” Cordelia said. “And yes, we are.”
“Actually. . . “ Wesley’s character begins correcting himself. He blew smoke right at the camera. “It’s not about getting your problems solved; it’s about helping the helpless get their problems dead; preferably.”
Other friends of Gunn are waiting outside.
“I’m Charles Gunn, and I have a vampire problem.” Gunn said. “And I did like Villain. That was a nice go there!”
Cordelia and Doyle share a puzzled reaction.
“And here is where you should go. . .” Wesley gives the address and phone number to the entire world. He gave them a new platform; soon enough it would become Angel Investigations International.
“Villain?” Doyle and Cordelia ask.
“Law and Order episode.” Gunn said, as Cordelia drops her paint brush. Doyle had a flicker of a image pass through his eyes; it wasn’t a bad vision that hurt him, it was harmless for once. “It was this dude who spoke in demon language; only way we could decipher it was from a nerdy demon ‘fan’ who happened to be watching it with us.”
Cordelia broke into tears, and Doyle comforted her.
“Was it something I said?” Gunn asks, concerned.
“No.” Doyle said, as he too felt guilt for letting a man like Wesley die.It wasn’t only because of Angel’s betrayel that they were in this road. “Dat man ya seen on screen is dead, and he was part of tis team. We don’t have a leader; but dat’s allright.”
Cordelia sniffles.
“Because we are a team.” Cordelia takes Doyle’s hand. “And . . . we’ll help you—while we are still getting back on our feet---Under one condition.” She held up her index finger. “You help us paint!”
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. . .Street Punks place. .
. . . Probably 5:30 PM. . .
"We help the Demons who need help in the neighborhood." The Street Punk, otherwise known as Bobby Newheart, is talking to a young crowd.
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Angel - City of Fear
FanfictionDoyle didn't have much with him, even after death. If he even decided to make something else as a neat reminder of him it probably would have been gone in a night. An Irish, half-bred demon who received visions from The Powers That Be. Angel and Cor...
