TEXT: Prologue: Dublin, Ireland, 1838. It's Christmas time, and there is snow on the ground. The people in the streets are all dressed in warm cloaks. A carriage goes by. Behind it a very worried-looking young man hurries along the street. He constantly looks back to see if he's being followed. He passes a choir group singing "Silent Night", but pays them no mind. In a more crowded area he pushes his way through the people, eliciting a few comments on his rudeness. Suddenly a pair of arms reach out from an alleyway, pull him in and throw him to the snow-covered cobblestones. He looks up to see who his aggressor is, and finds Angelus standing over him, sporting his game face. Angelus: Daniel. Where were you going? Daniel: (afraid) You! You're not human. Angelus: (agreeably) Not of late, no. Daniel: (begs) Wh-what do you want? Angelus: Well, it happens that I'm hungry, Daniel, and seeing as that you're somewhat in me debt... Daniel: (frightened) Please, I can't! Angelus: A man playing at cards should have a natural intelligence or a great deal of money, and you're sadly lacking in both. Daniel tries to get up and flee, but Angelus grabs him by the coat and roars. Angelus: So I take me winnings me own way. Daniel: (looking up, terrified) The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures... Angelus: (interrupts) Daniel, be of good cheer. It's Christmas! He bites him violently on the neck. Cut to Angel's bedroom. He wakes from his dream with a start, and after realizing it was only a dream, he sits up in bed. Cut to a Sunnydale shopping district. In the window of an audio/video store a TV is tuned to the weather. Weatherman: It's going to be sunny and warm with temperatures continuing in the high 70s (about 25C) throughout the holiday weekend
SUMMARY:
The First Evil is driving Angel insane, appearing as victims of his past crimes, priming him to kill Buffy. Instead, he tries to kill himself.