Interior of Spike's car. Spike is groovin' to his own music, looking forward to some good, healthy torture and death. How pleasant. And as a bonus, he might actually get Dru back. He grins at the thought.
Well I don't tell jokes,
And I don't take notes.
You been sayin' there ain't much hope.
You got nothin' on me!
Apparently he is singing to a very absent Buffy. The road ahead winds on as he sings.
I got friends uptown
And they don't talk down.
They been keepin' me safe and sound.
We got somethin' to be!
So in case you hadn't noticed, I'm all right!
Not like I saw before.
Things used to be so hopeless, but not tonight!
Tonight I'm walkin' out that door....
Time does funny things... or rather, we shoot the camera towards the sky and show the sun setting, sped up so that it only takes three beats of the song. Spike pulls over to one of those gas station/junk store places. He walks in and buys a few bottles of whisky. He exits again, but instead of getting back in the car, he jumps onto the hood, proceeds to sit there sipping whisky and singing as the sky darkens from firey red to starry black.
I'm not gonna cry.
I'm waving good-bye,
And I know this time,
You got nothin' on me!
He glances back towards Sunnyhell, grinning. "Nothin', you hear that, Fluffy? I don't owe you another bloodydamn thing!" He giggles and hops back into the car.
Well it ain't that tough.
Just more of the usual stuff...
He grins at the thought of Dru chained to a wall.... then Dru no longer chained to a wall and wearing very little clothing.... Then... heh heh........... >:-) (the author is very much aware that her audience has a collectively dirty mind. Fill in the blank yourselves.)
I got friends uptown
And they still come 'round.
They been keepin' me safe and sound.
We got something to be!
Spike takes another swig of whiskey. More playing with time. He is now standing outside a building which, we assume, is where Drusilla is hiding. As he steps up to the door, he turns back to a dream-Buffy. She holds a stake up and smirks in a patronizing manner.
So don't you try to save me with your advice,
Or turn me into somebody else,
'Cause I'm not crazy and you're not nice.
Baby, keep it to yourself!
He reaches out and "pops" the dream-Buffy. Grinning, he kicks the door in. "Dru-SIIIIILLA!" he calls. "Daddy's home, pet!" Zoom out. Camera focuses on a window of the apartment. We see two shadows -- Dru and Spike. Dru backs towards the window, but is grabbed by Spike and thrown, willingly, out of our view. Spike stands there a second, then joins her. A moment later, the light goes out.
I'm not gonna cry,
And I'm waving good-bye,
And I know this time
You go nothin' on me!