Lindsey's new hand has a mind of its own.

Written by: David Greenwalt. Lorne... Andy Hallet. Summary: Angel is alone in the city of angels, helping people but keeping his distance, until he meets Doyle, a half demon who gets messages from the Powers That Be and he tells Angel that he needs to make a connection to the world and to the people he saves. Doyle's vision sends him to Tina, a struggling actress who tries to get away from her boyfriend, Russell. Angel ends up saving Cordelia from being Russell's dinner and she makes herself Angel's secretary in Angel Investigations.

Since Angel already bribed Cordelia with clothes, he decided to try food. Angel got in touch with his inner 5 year old. Angel the crime scene investigator.

Quotes: Cordy: I am not giving up this apartment! Angel: It’s haunted. Cordy: It’s rent controlled! Doyle: Cordy, it says "die"! Cordy: 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. Cordy: How? How am I more then that? Doyle: We can cleanse it.Well, we can try, can we? Put the ghost to rest? Cordy to Angel: Can we? Angel: We can try. But we have to go now. We’ll figure it out at the office. Cordy: 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! Angel: You know, this really is just a place to live. Cordy: No, It’s more. It’s beautiful and if it goes away it’s like... Angel: Like what? Cordy: Like I’m still getting punished. Angel: Punished. For what? Cordy: 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. Cordy (frowns confused): I... I meant because you used to have that mansion. Cordy: I’ll leave. I’m sorry your son killed you. You can have the apartment. Just let me go. Maude: It’s too late for that. Cordy: 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. Cordy: I’m sorry. Maude: You better be sorry, you stupid little bitch. Cordy (stops crying): I’m a bitch.