TEXT: Angel: "You've had vision." Cordy: "Boy! Howdy! - Doyle kissed me just before he died and he passed it on to me!" Cordy in her new apartment.. Cordy: "I'm not giving up this apartment!" Angel: "It's haunted!" Cordy: "It's rent controlled!" Cordy talking to Aura in the phone: "Yeah, I have a room-mate, but it's cool. I never see him. (Her can of rootbeer slides across the end-table and Cordy covers up the receiver) Hey! Phantom Dennis, put that back!" Night, the office. Cordelia is putting on some lipstick using one of the lobby windows as a mirror. Angel: "You look nice." Cordy jumps and spins around, then looks back at her reflection in the window. There is a streak of lipstick from the corner of her mouth halfway up her cheek. Cordy pulls out a tissue: "And now I look like the Joker." Angel: "Sorry." Cordy fixes her lipstick: "Hopefully I'm still too young and carefree for a heart attack. Would it kill you to hum a little tune when sneaking up on people?" Angel looking at a file: "I don't hum. I'm confused here. Why is Mrs. Bensen filed under 'P'?" Cordy: "That's not a 'P' that's an 'F'. Or is it an 'R'?" Angel: "I don't know. Maybe we can be a little less - young and carefree with the filing?" Cordy: "Oh, it's an 'F'. I remember now." Angel blinks and scratches his neck: "All right, so... (Chuckles) Why is it Mrs. Bensen is filed under 'F'?" Cordy: "Because she is from France. - Remember what a pain she was?" Angel: "Yeah. It made me what to drink a lot." Cordy: "Well, that's the French for you." Wesley walks into the office: "Hello. I was just
SUMMARY:
After sleeping with a photographer she had seen a few times, Cordelia wakes up to find herself extremely pregnant; she and several other women are carrying the spawn of a Haxil Beast that uses men as sexual surrogates. Angel and Wesley must find a way to break the demon's psychic control over its human incubators before they deliver-an ordeal likely to be lethal to the hosts.