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The plan — Ella and Thelma are ready to proceed with the next step, now that Leon is drugged up and snoring.

Ella: "And you're sure about his biggest fear?"
Thelma: "It's the same as any other bloke's, isn't it?"
Ella: "Oh, and you're so in tune with men."

Ha. But it's better than the other option, which is to decapitate Leon. So Thelma dives into Leon's dream and takes a dagger to his willie (though she seems to have a little trouble finding it at first). It seems to work — he wakes up and is suddenly the old Leon, wondering why he's in a cage.

And then he wants to know what he did, and when Ella tells him he killed Tom, and that Tom was in love with him, Leon doesn't take it very well.

Leon: "If you'd have involved me, this never would have happened. Why don't you trust me? Why do you have such a low opinion of me?"

I dunno: maybe because you're wearing a T-shirt that says Inside Deep Throat? (That's actually a great documentary: I highly recommend it, and not in a porny way, though I'm sure nobody will believe that.)

Thelma's listening through a Sprite can on the other side of the wall. I find it funnier than it really is.

Leon gets all serious and says things are just not going to work between him and Ella, because she'll never be proud of him and never love him the way he loves her. Oh, Leon. Let me say this again: there's no such thing as a perfect fit, and nobody will ever give you everything you need. That would be true even if Ella weren't hundreds of years old and a trained killer.

Leon: "You know, you were right all along: you're better off on your own."

Say Ella after these things, will you? Otherwise I'm just going to take them personally.

Leon crawls through the closet (that's how you get to the secret cellar space, which I don't think we knew before, but I might've just not been paying attention) and tells Thelma goodbye, and to look after Ella for him. Bye Leon, seeya, so long, farewell, etc.

(Yes, I should be nicer to him, but I just can't. He's just too naïve.)

The library — Malachi's still trying to convince Roxanne that he's not a sex-crazed demon. If only she knew how well that label fits him. Unfortunately, he seems to amuse her.

On the other side of the wall, Ella and Thelma plot:

Ella: "We can't think about Leon now, Thelma. We have to worry about Malachi."
Thelma: "Well, far be it from me to pass judgment, but I don't think we're doing very well. The whole school's kind of gone [in zombie voice] uhhh, Malachi..."
Ella: "Well, that's where you're wrong. See, the whole school hasn't."
Thelma: "Please tell me this is leading to the words 'cunning plan,' 'cause at the moment, I don't see a way of winning this battle."
Ella: "Thelma. Have I let you down before?"
Thelma: "Do you really need to ask that?"
Ella: "Fair point. You will help me though, yeah?"
Thelma: "Of course."
Ella: "Okay. Well, in that case, I have a very cunning plan."

I can't believe no one made a joke about cunni(ng) things. Well, I guess I just did. A rather bad one, but oh well.

The cunning plan — As Roxanne does tai chi, Thelma puts some of the magic you-can-see-ghosts-now drops in her sport drink. And then Thelma goes to the morgue and eats. What? I'm just telling you what happens!

But of course Thelma generally goes to the morgue for only one reason. When she gets back, she makes Ella close her eyes for the big unveiling. It's... um... well, it's an angel costume. And they just happened to have one of those at the morgue?? Oh, right, I suppose she managed to put it together somehow. I'm with ya now.

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