Directed by: Scott McGinnis
Summary:
Cordelia has trouble with her apartment and she commardeers Angel's. Angel doesn't really like living with his uninvited house guest and he asks Doyle to find her a new apartment and he will help Doyle with his problem with a demon collecting debts. Doyle finds Cordelia her dream home but there is only one propblem, someone in that apartment wants her dead.
Cordelia has trouble with letting go.
Cordelia: I am not giving up this apartment!
Angel: You know, this really is just a place to live.
Cordelia: I’ll leave. I’m sorry your son killed you. You can have the apartment. Just let me go.
Angel: It’s haunted.
Cordelia: It’s rent controlled!
Doyle: Cordy, it says "die"!
Cordelia: Hey, maybe it’s not done. Maybe it’s "diet". That’s friendly. A little judgmental, sure. I’m not giving it up. It’s perfect and beautiful. It’s so me. I need it!
Angel: You don’t need this. It’s just a place. You’re more than that.
Cordelia: How? How am I more then that?
Doyle: We can cleanse it.Well, we can try, can we? Put the ghost to rest?
Cordelia to Angel: Can we?
Angel: We can try. But we have to go now. We’ll figure it out at the office.
Cordelia: Okay. Listen good, Casper, you haven’t won a thing here! I’ll die before I give up the apartment, you hear me? I’ll die!
Cordelia: No, It’s more. It’s beautiful and if it goes away it’s like...
Angel: Like what?
Cordelia: Like I’m still getting punished.
Angel: Punished. For what?
Cordelia: I don’t know. For what I was? For everything I said in High School just because I could get away with it? And then it all ended and I had to pay. Oh, but this apartment... I could be me again. Punishment over... welcome back to your life! Like, like I couldn’t be that awful if I get to have a place like that? It’s just like you!
Angel: Working for redemption.
Cordelia (frowns confused): I... I meant because you used to have that mansion.
Maude: It’s too late for that.
Cordelia: No.
Maude: You know what happens next. Your friends are dirty. They ruined my nice home. I knew you were trouble right from the start. I’m surprised that my son didn’t smell the stench of poverty and failure on you. I can.
Cordelia: I’m sorry.
Maude: You better be sorry, you stupid little bitch.
Cordelia (stops crying): I’m a bitch.
