Summary: In LA- Angel loses his soul due to the contract with Wolfram and Hart. Lilah warns Wesley out of gratitude. He warns Fred and Knox, who manage to escape Angelus. Gunn is revealed to have been possessed by the panther demon in the White Room, and can shapechange. Oz shows up to deal with him, and they decide to contact Lindsey to find out how to destroy the contracts. Spike appears from a portal intended to produce a Tarok-Han as a human, but exhibits super-natural strength in escaping from the disappointed cultists. Drusilla visits Angelus and he rejects her. Angry and lonely, she finds Connor. She tells a warlock to replace his memories, and he tells her that an object from his former life is needed. She goes to the Hyperion and takes a Gameboy. Oz recognizes her, and they follow her. They try and fail to stop Connor from being restored. He runs away, and Drusilla follows him. She tells him how Angelus abandoned her, and he realizes they have something in common.
Scoobies: Robin Wood is offered a job as principal of Barrington High, near the remains of Sunnydale. The others decide that a new Watcher's Council is needed. A group of military operatives appear excavating the old Hellmouth. Buffy blackmails their general into meeting her, and he tells her that they are researching ways of enhancing their soldiers to fight Suvolte demons (As You Were), who are inexplicably becoming smarter, and that the research is being carried out by Matthew Walsh, a saner nephew of Maggy Walsh. Riley Finn is dead, and his wife Sam has gone on a vengeance mission against them. She tells him that someone may be controlling the Suvoltes, and takes him to Willow. Giles tells her that he is going to LA to ask Wesley to be a member of the new Watcher's Council.
Demon Bar-LA-Night(Spike, very drunk, is telling the story of his life. He's almost finished, and his audience consists of one slightly scared patron.)
Spike: And so we all go down there, an' there's about fifty billion o' the damn things, and the kids all go super-powered, and then this bloody Christmas decoration 'round my neck starts bloody glowin' and burns me up, an' then I get shot out o' a bloody portal to all these cult people, an' they don't look happy, an' I've gone bloody human! Then their leader, stupid thing with spikes stickin' out all over charges me, an' I kill that no problem, but the rest of 'em are still there, so I pick up this altar an' throw it at 'em, an' run off. Watcha think?
Patron: Uh. It's interesting. Excuse me, I have to go now.
(A man in a suit sits down next to him)
Man: Did I hear you say you used to be a vampire?
Spike: That's right.
Man: Fascinating. That is a twist. I assume your name is Spike.
Spike: Yeah. Who are you?
Man: Me? Oh, no one. I am merely a faithful servant of one who will be most interested in meeting you.
Spike: I'm not doin' a bloody interview. Who d'you think I am, Lestat?
Man: I'm afraid it is not wise to pass up an invitation from Wolfram and Hart. Nor do you have the option of doing so. Alav, Jutin, please bring Mr. The Bloody to the van. (Two Fyral demons grab his arms. The man peers forward interestedly as the amulet hangs out of his shirt.)
Man: Ah, this is the thing. I must agree with you, it is astoundingly tacky. (He reaches forward and touches it, then cries out and jumps back, sucking at his burned fingers)
Man: Of course. Only to be worn by a champion. I must say, we are doing rather well if they have to scrape the bottom of the barrel to the extent that you are considered worthy of this. I hope you enjoy your interview with Mr. Angel. (They drag him off)
Car-LA-Night
(Giles and a Slayer, Sandra are driving slowly along, looking for the Hyperion.)
Sandra: We're lost, aren't we?
Giles: We are not lost, we merely haven't found where we're going to yet.
Sandra: I don't think you have any idea where we are, either. In my book, that counts as lost.
Giles: I will admit that Willow's instructions have become somewhat less clear than they seemed when we set off. However… Sandra what are you doing?
Sandra: Vampire.
Giles: Oh excellent you are learning to sense them alre- get back in here!
(Sandra runs off into the night)
Giles: Damn it! (He gets out and follows her)
(Sandra runs into an alley in time to see a man get knocked back into a wall. She lunges at his attacker. He ducks under her swing and presses a knife against her throat. The man he was attacking gets up and runs at him. He turns keeping one hand at her throat and stabs the man, who turns to dust. Giles runs on, and stares at them.)
Giles: Sandra, this is an excellent lesson in why if there is a future you should restrain the urge to go running off into the night. (The man turns)
Wesley: Giles.
Giles: Ah. Willow was right, you have changed. Now let her go, you're on the same side.
Wesley: Any reason she attacked me?
Sandra: I thought you were a vampire.
Giles: She did sense one. It should still be around.
Wesley: I killed it.
Giles: You killed… well I think this is a simple case of mistaken identity. Please let her go Wesley. (He puts the knife back up his sleeve.)
Sandra: Wait a minute. This is Wesley? We're having him as a Watcher?
Wesley: What?
Giles: Thank you Sandra. I've come to offer you a post in the resurrected Watcher's Council. We are aware that times have changed and that the old mistakes of the past-
Wesley: I'm not interested.
Giles:-should not stand in the way of- what did you say?
Wesley: I'm not interested in joining. I have work here now.
Giles: I see. Well, um, Sandra, we seem to have wasted our trip.
Wesley: Not entirely. We have a problem you might be able to help with.
Giles: Which is?
Wesley: Angelus has returned, and Drusilla has woken an unidentified creature with great power. We haven't been able to call you, and Wolfram and Hart thugs are watching us, so we can't go personally. We are having trouble dealing with this alone, we're badly outnumbered.
Giles: You want me to call now?
Wesley: The sooner the better.
Giles: Alright. (Dials)
Dawn: Hello Watcher's Council.
Giles: Please don't answer the phone like that Dawn. You don't know who could be calling. May I speak to Buffy?
Dawn: Uh, she's not here.
Giles: In that case Willow.
Dawn: Also not here.
Giles: What where are they?
Dawn: Uh, right now? Probably on a helicopter.
Giles: What?
Dawn: They're going to Belize.
Giles: Wonderful. Now they choose to go on holiday?
Dawn: Uh, they took a bunch of weapons, loads of spell stuff and that troll hammer she fought Glory with. I think they're going on a kind of kill everything holiday.
Giles: Alright then, may I speak to Faith?
Dawn: Or, you actually tell me what's going on, and I could tell Faith. 'Cause right now, it seems a bit like you think a message is too important for me to handle.
Giles: Alright.
Hyperion-Night
(Wesley is still outside. There's a knock at the door. Oz goes to answer it.)
Lindsey: Hello.
Oz: Hi.
Lindsey: You've been looking for me.
Oz: Lindsey?
Lindsey: Yeah.
Oz: I'll get Lorne.
Lindsey: I was expecting Angel to meet me actually. He sulking that he needs my help again?
Oz: No, he's Angelus.
Lindsey: Uh oh.
Oz: That's the general feeling. Come in.
