TEXT: Cordelia is sitting in front of her computer at Angel Investigations checking out a new computer program. Cordy: "Demons, Demons, Demons. Wow! They put a lot of thought into *that* title." Wesley: "It's a demon database. What would you call it?" Cordy: "I don't know. How about - Demon Database?" Wesley: "Ahh! A name rife with single entendre." Cordy: "Why isn't Wolfram&Hart in here?" Wesley: "Because they are lawyers, not demons?" Cordy: "Fine line, if you ask me. Yeesh. They have a lot of entries! Did you know that there is a dozen species indigenous to LA County alone?" Wesley: "Do they have the Vigories of Oden Tal?" Cordy: "Nope." Wesley: "Hmm. (Picks up a book) So - there is still a place in this world for traditional research." Cordy: "There are some ugly critters in here. Someone ought to create an intra-demon dating base. You know, like archfiend.org, where the lonely and the slimy connect. (Wesley looks at her) I was just joking Mr. Grouchy Pants. When was the last time you had a dating base?" Wesley: "For your information - I lead a rich and varied social life." Cordy: "Oh, I know. Every night it's Jeopardy, followed by Wheel of Fortune and a cup of hot cocoa. Look out girls, this one can't be tamed!" Wesley: "I'll admit it may not be as intoxicating as a life erected on high fashion pumps and a push-up bra." Cordy gets up: "Hey, if anyone is wearing a push-up bra around here it's (Sees Angel coming in) - Angel." Angel: "Did you two need to see a counselor?" Cordy with a smile: "No, I'm way too single entendre - to benefit from therapy!" Wesley
SUMMARY:
When an investigation goes wrong, Angel finds himself kidnapped by a demon fight club. He's trapped there, forced to fight other demons as part of a gladiator show. Cordy and Wes search for him, desperate to rescue Angel before it's too late. Meanwhile, Angel meets another Wolfram and Hart lawyer, Lilah Morgan. She promises to get Angel out of the club if he agrees to come over to Wolfram and Hart's side.