Spike chats with Faith. Buffy, Faith and the Potentials take the fight to the First. And Angel and Spike reluctantly join forces to do Buffy a big favor.
Spike can't get back to sleep, so he goes up into the kitchen and has a cup of blood. Andrew is washing the dishes. Giles is drinking a cup of tea.
SPIKE: Rupert, I heard about your social engagement with the new lady friend last night. So you waited until Angel had his soul back before you started dating again. Smart move.
Enraged, Giles grabs a wooden spoon in his right hand. A blood vessel pops up on his forehead. Spike calmy walks by him and towards the basement stairs.
SPIKE: I'm not the vampire you should be mad at, mate.
Lorne enters Angel's office. He sits at his desk, going over his books.
ANGEL: Hey Lorne. You look serious, Something wrong?
LORNE: Last week, I went to Sunnydale.
ANGEL: You did what? Why would you do go to the Hellmouth?
LORNE: Lindsey was performing at this place there called the Bronze. I decided to check him, and the town, out.
ANGEL: Yeah. I heard he went over real well.
LORNE: So did I. Sang a song or two before the singing lawyer went on.
ANGEL: You didn't know it wasn't a demon bar?
LORNE: I did. People ate me right up. Just like in Vegas, except without the production values. If you can sing, they don't care what you look like. Have you looked at Mick Jagger?
ANGEL: I suppose you have a point.
LORNE: Thanks, but that's not the point. I figured that a club in a town as demon-infested as Sunnydale would have some sort of protection spell. So I was shocked to learn the place was naked. Isn't that terrifying? A vampire gang shows up, Buffy's somewhere else for the night, and you have a bloodbath on your hands.
ANGEL: She always gets there in time to prevent disaster.
LORNE: Yes, but only because the hick demons in that Hellhole are complete morons. And I'm sure individual vampires go that club to feed all the time, taking a victim here and there.
ANGEL: You're not wrong.
LORNE: So you agree the place could use a protection spell?
ANGEL: A lot of places could.
LORNE: Now you're singin' my song, Angelpie. Anyway, I talked to Buffy and her gang of well-meaning amateurs. And Spike happened to insinuate that he knew the Furies. I decided to take a chance, pay the girls a visit, thinking maybe they'll do the job for him.
ANGEL: They wouldn't. Not for Spike.
LORNE: You're right.
ANGEL: I you want, I can talk to the ladies.
LORNE: See cupcake, the problem is, they won't do it for you, either.
ANGEL: What? That has to be a mistake. Do they think I'm still evil?
LORNE: They want both of you.
ANGEL: I won't. You told told them I won't. Didn't you?
LORNE: Of course.The ladies insisted it was all or nothing. I told them the answer was nothing. On top of the extreme hyper-ick factor, they were being greedy. Two for one? So, buddy, I figure, if there ain't a snowball's chance of this thing happening anyway, I might as well negotiate. See what they're willing to give.
ANGEL: What did you promise them? Please don't tell me –
LORNE: Nothing. Nothing at all. However, I feel obliged to tell you what transpired.
ANGEL: I really hate where this is going.
LORNE: Two for two. How bout that? Then I thought, what about one better. Since nothing was gonna happen anyway, why not? Cause, these ladies really seemed to want you two. [gulp] Together. I wanted to see how much they wanted you.
Angel stands up. He looks very aggravated.
ANGEL: Lorne, please don't tell me you made a deal. Please. I'm begging you.
LORNE: The Bronze. This hotel. Buffy's house. No human or demon violence.
Angel paces back-and-forth, his hands on his forehead. Finally, he looks at Lorne.
ANGEL: Buffy's house? No loopholes.
LORNE: Watertight. I'm sorry. I don't mean to impose. I just figured –
ANGEL: I know. If something happened, and I could've prevented it. I can't believe we're discussing this.
LORNE: Your call, chief. I told the Furies to expect nothing.
Angel agonizes for a few more seconds.
ANGEL: What time do they want me over there?
Faith walks down into the basement. Spike sits on the cot.
SPIKE: Some of us have to lurk in the darkness. What's your excuse?
FAITH: Came for the space. Prison was less crowded than this house.
They each pull out a cigarette. Spike lights up and tosses his lighter to Faith. She lights up and tosses it back.
FAITH: Why would a vampire smoke? You can't breathe. Well, you can. But you can't take anything in. Is it for the look?
SPIKE: You're the one keeping up appearances.
FAITH: What's that supposed to mean?
SPIKE: Acting like the good girl. Posing like you're still the bad girl. Make up your bloody mind.
FAITH: Thirty seconds, and you think you know me?
SPIKE: I know enough.
FAITH: You don't know jack about me. You're just talking about yourself. Used to wanna kill B. Now you're crashing in her basement.
SPIKE: I had a good 120 year run as Big Bad. But I know how to quit while I'm still ahead. Before I'm, say, in a coma.
FAITH: You really are full of it. From what I hear, B put you in a wheelchair.
SPIKE: Cheap shot. I'm walking away from her, my back turned, and she tosses something heavy into the back of my skull. Knocks me down. Which wouldn't have mattered if a bloody pipe organ hadn't fallen on top of me. What about you?
FAITH: She had a knife. I didn't. She stabbed me.
SPIKE: Fair enough. [thinks for a couple seconds] You see a pattern?
FAITH: Buffy wins cause she's the better cheater.
SPIKE: Spot on. You're right about one thing, Faith. I don't know you. But I hear you're the opposite of Buffy, least in terms of personality. Am I wrong?
FAITH: I'd like to think you're not.
SPIKE: Which makes you a bad girl who deep down wants the boring, safe things in life. Like having that blow-dried preppie tycoon carry you back to Tara where the two of you can sip mint juleps on the veranda and watch the little kiddies run off to the ole swimming hole or bayou or, whatever the bloody hell it is that's wet down there.
FAITH: Put a lotta thought into that, didya Spike?
SPIKE: Bollocks. Didn't your dear boy Angel tell you I never think before I speak? I leave that to the slow-witted.
FAITH: So if you think I'm the opposite of Buffy, that means you think she's what – a good girl who wants to be bad? Wonder where you get that from. [pauses] Oh. Right. That why she only nailed you when you were evil?
SPIKE: You don't know a bloody thing about us.
FAITH: Oooh. Touched a nerve. Hey, I'm on your side. I knew she had a wild side long before you did. Long before she'd admit it.
SPIKE: She tried boring. Didn't like it as much as you do.
FAITH: You slagging Angel?
SPIKE: Wusn't talking about him. Angel's too frustrating to be boring.
FAITH: You mean that other guy. The one I screwed.
SPIKE: You shagged Riley?
FAITH: Once. When I was in Buffy's body. Right after I met you. Wait a sec. Are you comparing LIndsey to G.I. Joe?
SPIKE: Hell no. If I insulted your precious beau's honor that badly, you'd have every right to stake me. Or, at least to TRY to stake me.
FAITH: Please. I could dust your punk ass in a second.
SPIKE: I'd drain you dry before you even got the chance. [playfully flicks some ash in her direction]
FAITH: Care to put that to the test, blondie?
SPIKE: Maybe when you're not on-the-mend. I don't much like meat that's already been tenderized.
FAITH: Fair enough. After all, it ain't as much fun to play with beasts while they're still locked in their cage. Thanks for the light.
Drops her cigarette butt on the floor, puts it out with the sole of her shoe and walks upstairs.
ANGEL: So what's on tap today? Any calls?
GUNN: No. Hope it stays that way for the next month.
FRED: Won't argue with that.
ANGEL: Come on guys. What's the matter? Aren't you glad we're back in business.
FRED: Tickled pink. And black-and-blue.
Angel sees the large bruise under her right eye, not to mention the bandage on her neck where he bit her. All that time in the Amazon dimension made him forget it was only yesterday that he beat the crap out of his friends.
ANGEL: Of course. I'm sorry. It slipped my mind.
GUNN: Maybe I'll be up for some demon-killing tomorrow. Long as the demons ain't to tough.
FRED: How bout baby demons? I could kill some of those.
ANGEL: So how come Wesley isn't here? Is he still trying to fly solo?
FRED: Not today.
ANGEL: Beg your pardon.
FRED: You didn't know?
ANGEL: Didn't know what?
GUNN: He's with Kelly.
ANGEL: Wesley's working with Kelly? [Gunn and Fred look at Angel as if he's stupid] Oh. [Angel looks a little distressed] Ohh. Wesley spent the night with Kelly? The two of them are . . . Kelly's with HIM?
FRED: Are you jealous?
Angel bursts out laughing.
ANGEL: Jealous? Of course not! Why would I be jealous?
GUNN: She is your type. Ain't that why you went after her so hard?
ANGEL: You think I'm attracted to Kelly because Angelus wanted to bite her? Angelus also wanted to bite Fred. That doesn't mean I'm attracted to you. Not that I don't find you attractive, Winifred. I just don't have feelings for you. No, I do. I love you. But as a friend, of course. Not in the way that Gunn does, or did, or, anyway, you get my point, right? What were we talking about again?
Being in front of both Fred and Gunn had made the whole scene doubly awkward.
FRED: Kelly.
ANGEL: Right. Kelly is not my type. I don't know why you would automatically assume that she is. [Gunn and Fred roll their eyes] She just didn't strike me as the type of woman who would go for Wesley.
Wesley sits up in bed. Kelly walks back into the room after taking a shower. She's wearing Wesley's bathrobe.
WES: Back to wearing clothes, I see.
KELLY: Just a brief relapse. I promise. [unties the robe as she walks towards the bed]
WES: I thought you had to leave.
KELLY: Don't hafta be back until 0700 tomorrow. You don't mind if I crash here tonight, do you? [smiles] I don't mean to impose.
WES: No need to apologize. I don't mind you being [she takes off the robe] imposing.
Wes takes a few seconds to catch his breath. Kelly gets back into bed and climbs on top of him. She puts her right hand to his forehead and then runs it through his hair.
KELLY: You feelin' okay?
WES: Sublime.
KELLY: I meant your wounds from yesterday. Normally a guy as banged up as yourself needs time to convalesce.
WES: True. But there are different ways of . . . convalescing. And I've found that when I'm hurt this badly, the worst thing to be is alone. [Wes smiles, touches her face with his right hand, runs it through her hair.]
KELLY: Is that why you took up with Lilah?
WES: Perhaps. But why I was with Lilah has nothing to do with why I'm here with you.
KELLY: Didn't mean it like that. It's just, ya always wonder bout the one who came before. Don't you?
WES: No. Not with you. That's not my concern. Honestly, I could care less.
KELLY: You don't find it a little unfair I know so much more about you that you do about me?
WES: I know all I need to know about you. It doesn't matter who came before me. [thinks for a second] So long as he wasn't a vampire, or a demon of some sort.
KELLY: Nope. Haven't crossed that frontier. And, honestly, I don't ever plan to. [laughs]
WES: Glad we're in agreement on that score. [pauses] So who was it?
KELLY: I knew you were curious.
WES: Only because you want me to be.
KELLY: You're getting quite good at catering to my wants. [smiles down at him] His name was Burak. Turkish special forces. About six months ago we worked together hunting down aquatic demons in Lake Van.
WES: Real wet work. Forgive the pun.
KELLY: Wet and wild and dangerous. And cold.
WES: I suppose that's one way to conserve body heat.
KELLY: It was more than that. Burak was a great guy. Brave. Ruggedly handsome. Dark, dry sense of humor. Still, I can't deny that fighting for our lives underwater in skin-tight wetsuits by day and huddling next to a fire in a wooden shack by night may have heightened the mood.
WES: I imagine it would. Do you still have the wetsuit?
KELLY: Why. Got any sea monsters round here?
WES: Not that I'm aware of. But there's no harm in making sure.
KELLY: You scuba?
WES: I've always wanted to learn. Always meaning since you brought it up. So what happened to Burak? Have the two of you kept in touch?
KELLY: A month after I left, he died fighting a pack of Heyashi demons in the Pontus.
WES: I've read about them. They can be quite ferocious, with their claws and giant poison tongue.
KELLY: He held them off long enough to save the rest of his platoon. Like I said, heroic. It didn't help that I jinxed him.
WES: What are you talking about?
KELLY: Most of the men I've slept with end up dead within six months.
WES: Demon-fighting is a dangerous occupation. And to be fair, my last girlfriend was also killed by a demon. And the one before her was nearly killed.
KELLY: Still, I probably should have told you before we –
WES: It wouldn't have made a difference. [kisses her]
KELLY: Because you like to live dangerously?
WES: No. Because you're worth the risk.
WILLOW: We found our bad guy.
DAWN: He's in the caves. In this cave. Probably about 300 feet in from the entrance. [hands Buffy a topographical map]
BUFFY: Sounds like he's afraid.
FAITH: He should be. Let's go get him.
BUFFY: And walk right into a trap? We have no idea how many of his friends are with him.
FAITH: From what Giles said, the longer we wait the more of these guys we'll have to face. The sooner we move, the easier it'll be.
BUFFY: Not if we're surrounded in a small, dark space with no chance of escape.
FAITH: That's why we hit 'em in the daytime. They won't see us coming.
GILES: Yes. But even with the element of surprise, the two of you could still be greatly outnumbered.
FAITH: Then we don't go alone. These girls can fight, can't they?
BUFFY: I don't know if they're ready for something like this.
KENNEDY: I think we are.
Buffy turns and sees that Kennedy has entered the dining room. The rest of the Potentials are still in the living room.
FAITH: That's perfect. [Faith smiles at Kennedy. Buffy doesn't like that she's moving in on her leadership position] The two of us, the ten of them, with Giles making sure the newbies don't get in over their head. I think we can do this. [she walks into the living room to get her weapons]
BUFFY: Now?
FAITH: Why waste time?
Buffy pokes Faith where her stab wound is. She flinches and grabs her stomach.
FAITH: I'm good to go. Long as you got my back. [pulls out the weapons she took from the Reaper she killed. The Potentials crowd around her, since Faith's the only one to kill a Reaper so far.]
BUFFY: Giles, you can't let them do this.
GILES: It's been three days, and they haven't made another attack. My guess is they're still waiting for the others to arrive.
BUFFY: And if they're not?
GILES: We'll be careful. And with you in charge, I'm sure we can deal with any eventuality.
BUFFY: Right. I'm in charge. For a moment there I wasn't sure.
About a half-hour later, Lorne calls for Spike.
SPIKE: They want what!!? No bloody way! You told them that. Good. So why are you calling? You dickered! No way in bloody hell I would I even consider it. Angel can protect his own bloody castle. No, I don't know why they think we're a package deal. No bloody clue. Goodbye Lorne. Hold on. Wut was that? The house. Demon and human. No tricks? Cuz if there are, you'll be scraping dead Furies off the ceiling. An airtight sanctuary spell. Okay. One moment. [Spike puts his right hand to his forehead and looks down at the floor, agonizing for a few seconds] What's the address?
Buffy, Faith and the rest are about to enter the cave.
BUFFY: Remember. Stay together. Not like last week when you broke ranks to chase down those Bringers. You remember what a close call that was. And these guys are a whole lot tougher than Bringers.
KENNEDY: We'll play it safe. I promise.
The other Potentials nod in agreement.
BUFFY: Giles, keep them in the rear, just in case you need to escape.
FAITH: Relax B. And keep it down so the bad guys don't hear us coming.
Buffy glares at the usurper Faith. Everyone quiets down and Buffy and Faith enter. The Potentials, arrayed in a circle with Giles in the center, follow at a distance of 100 feet. Enough light shines through the cave opening to allow them to see what's around them. No Reapers try to surprise them while they're on-the-move. Three hundred feet in, at the back of the cavern, Buffy spots one Reaper. He is sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall, his face covered by his hat, as if taking a nap. Buffy and Faith slowly tiptoe towards him, Faith to Buffy's left. Buffy carries one long sword. Faith has the short but thick sword-and-dagger combination she took from the Reaper she killed. They get within six feet. Still he doesn't stir. Buffy hears something move thirty feet to her left. Shadows prevent her from seeing what's over there. But she sees a quick metal glint.
BUFFY: Faith! Duck!!
A Reaper standing along that wall tosses his hat with the sharp metal brim at Faith. Heeding Buffy's advice, she ducks in the nick of time. The hat sails on towards Buffy, who parries it away with her sword. Taking advantage of this diversion, the Reaper who was sitting against the wall suddenly stands up. He swings the sword in his right hand for Faith. She steps back and blocks the blow. Then he steps to his left and thrusts at Buffy with the dagger in his left hand. She backs up out of the way. He tries a right roundhouse. Buffy moves her head back out of the way. Faith comes at the Reaper from behind. But the Reaper to her left now charges at her back.
BUFFY: Faith. Watch out!
Buffy swings her sword at the Reaper who is between her and Faith. Faith turns and kicks the other attacker with a left reverse kick. As Giles and the Potentials watch this fight with concern, two more Reapers come at them from behind, cutting off their retreat. The girls stand shoulder-to-shoulder, swinging their swords and axes to keep the attackers at bay. Each Reaper has to deal with two or three Potentials. Giles stands right behind them, ax in hand, ready to offer assistance. One of the Reapers thrusts his dagger at Kennedy and his sword at Rose, who is to Kennedy's left. They both block the blows. Amanda, who stands to Rose's left, grabs a taser is her right hand and shocks the Reaper on his right elbow. The demon twitches and retreats six feet backwards. Giles heard the electric shock and naturally wonders what Amanda is using. (Tasers aren't part of Buffy's arsenal.) The startled Reaper takes a few seconds to recover. Then he waits a few more seconds, hoping a few of the girls will come out and attack him. They don't. Meanwhile, the other Reaper swings the sword in his right hand at Molly. She blocks it with her ax. He spins clockwise, thrusting his dagger at Rona, who stands to Molly's right. She blocks it with the short sword in her left hand. When the Reaper comes back around, he launches a right roundhouse kick at Molly's face. Rona hits his right calf with the mace in her right hand. Instinctively, Molly takes a step backwards from the foot flying towards her face. Now there is a gap in the circle to Rona's left and Chao-Ahn's right. Giles tries to step forward, but collides with Molly as she steps back. Rona tries to stab him with her sword. He blocks it with his dagger and raises his sword to behead her. Chao-Ahn swings her saber at the Reaper's right arm. He realizes that if he goes for the kill, chances are he'll fail and lose his arm. Using his excellent reflexes, the Reaper spins backwards and counter-clockwise, avoiding Chao-Ahn's blow. Molly steps forward and swings her ax, forcing the demon to take another step back. He decides to probe another part of the line, attacking Fadila and Ariella. The other Reaper goes after Izora and Madari.
Faith goes toe-to-toe with her adversary. They fight with identical weapons, and easily block each other's attacks. Faith gets knocked down by a quick left roundhouse kick. When the Reaper approaches and is about to swing his sword at her knees, Faith sweeps his legs out. Both of them stand up and resume fighting with their swords, which become entangled. The Reaper tries to overpower Faith and push her to the ground. Behind Faith, Buffy swings at her opponent. He blocks her sword with his dagger and slashes at her neck with his sword. Buffy ducks, spins around and sweeps out his legs. The Reaper quickly vaults back to his feet. Buffy gives him a straight right kick to the face. He staggers backwards, and Buffy closes in. Suddenly, the Reaper regains his balance and floors Buffy with a right roundhouse kick thrown too quick for Buffy to react. While she's on her back, the Reaper turns to his right. He takes off his hat and prepares to fling it at Faith's neck. Buffy vaults to her feet, immediately leaps at the Reaper and chops off his right hand an instant before he could release the deadly headgear. The other Reaper looks over Faith's shoulder and sees his comrade's amputated limb on the ground. Faith exploits this distraction to push him away from her. Buffy beheads her Reaper and runs over to Faith. Not wanting to take on two Slayers all by his lonesome, the Reaper turns to his left and makes a run for it. His two comrades abandon their fruitless attacks on the well-ordered Potentials and join him. Buffy and Faith pursue, but stop when they reach the Potentials. The swift-footed demons quickly reach the cave opening and disappear.
BUFFY: That was a disappointment.
FAITH: I know. We only got that one.
GILES: I think you should take note of the half of the glass which is full. Twice they've attacked us, and twice they've fled. We don't fear them anymore. And once a demon loses the ability to strike fear in his adversary's heart, he stands almost no chance of success. It's the same thing that happened to Spike.
SPIKE: I have to go out.
ANYA: Are you crazy?
SPIKE: Why? Because I think I have the right to come and go as I please? [opens the front door]
ANYA: No. Because it's the daytime.
Spike gets to the end of the porch and realizes Anya's right. He ducks back inside.
SPIKE: A few weeks in the sun, you start to take it for granted. [Spike grabs his blanket] Tell Buffy I had to go care of something very important. I'll be back later tonight.
ANYA: And what would this spur-of-the-moment mission be?
SPIKE: I can't go into it.
ANYA: Oh. You're playing secret agent. Can I play, too?
SPIKE: I'm serious. You'll thank me when I come back.
ANYA: You're goin' back to Scyra!
SPIKE: No I'm not.
ANYA: Liar.
SPIKE: I'm not leaving the dimension. I promise.
ANYA: Okay. I'll take you at your word and tell Buffy you ran off to an undisclosed location to do unidentified things for no known reason.
SPIKE: Tell her whatever you bloody well want. I don't care.
Spike puts the blanket over his head, runs out the door and dashes to his car parked on the street. He climbs in and races off. The windows are covered with foil and cardboard. Willow walks into the hallway and stands next to Anya.
WILLOW: Where's Spike going?
ANYA: He wouldn't say.
WILLOW: Back to Amazonia?
ANYA: I don't think so.
WILLOW: Why not? You don't think he'd chose a week as a god over three hours in the basement?
ANYA: He doesn't have the spell. I don't think he bothered to memorize it. Also, the portal's too small to drive his car through.
WILLOW: Then where's he going?
ANYA: You're usually not this curious about Spike's comings and doings. There's a reason for that, isn't there?
WILLOW: Good point.
It's five in the afternoon. Angel stands in the vestibule of a luxury high-rise apartment building. He anxiously checks his watch. Spike comes running inside, smoke coming off his blanket.
SPIKE: They wouldn't let me in the bloody parking garage. I had to run two blocks to get here.
Angel presses the button. On a camera in their apartment, the Furies can see both men in the vestibule. They push a button, and Angel and Spike enter the lobby and step into an elevator. Angel pushes the button for the 30th floor. The two vampires stand on opposite sites of the elevator car, not making eye contact. Angel wears black pants, a blue silk button-down shirt, and a long black leather coat. Spike wears black jeans and his red button-down shirt. Both of them would rather be anywhere but in this elevator with each other.
ANGEL: You know I'm only doing this for Buffy.
SPIKE: You mean you don't care if your friends and your first-born are safe?
ANGEL: You know what I meant.
SPIKE: Cuz I'd be more than happy to take your home off the menu. Giving my body to the people it's your job to look after. You owe me for this, mate.
ANGEL: Please don't use that word.
Spike shudders at his deeply unintentional entendre. Throughout the conversation, they look at the floor.
SPIKE: What's taking this elevator so bloody long?
They spend a few seconds in silence, then the elevator stops and the doors open. Spike and Angel walk out. When they get to the Furies' door, it magically opens. They make a left and enter a very large room. The ladies are levitating on the opposite side of the room.
FURIES: Hello Angel. Hello William. Mmmn . . .
Spike and Angel glance at one another like two men about to dive off a cliff into shallow, rocky waters. It will be the last time they'll look at each other for quite a while.
Faith, Andrew and the Potentials are in the living room watching the tape Andrew made of Lindsey's performance at the Bronze.
FAITH: You usually tape concerts?
ANDREW: No.
FAITH: You ever tape them?
ANDREW: This was my first. I think I did a good job of framing the performers and dealing with the lack of light.
FAITH: Why did you tape this one? [Faith worries Andrew has a crush on Lindsey]
ANDREW: I tape a lot of things.
MADARI: He's made tons of tapes of Buffy.
FAITH: What kinds of tapes? [this Andrew guy seems very strange, not to mention obsessive]
AMANDA: Fighting. And normal stuff around the house. He's taped all of us.
ANDREW: I'm trying to document our epic quest for posterity.
FAITH: Got nothing else to do. I hear ya. [laughs] Lindsey was right when he said I wouldn't like his music. Sure looks good in a cowboy hat, though. Had a feeling he would.
GILES: Spike didn't tell you where he was going.
ANYA: How many times do I have to say "He wouldn't say"?
BUFFY: And you just let him go?
ANYA: You think my post-demon self could stop him? He said it was about something that could help us.
XANDER: He helped us just by leaving the house. [Willow and Giles smirk]
GUNN: You know where Angel is, but you can't tell us?
LORNE: He's not in any danger.
CONNOR: How come you can know but we can't?
CORDY: Angel running off at night, not telling anyone where he's going – it's just not . . . no, it is like him. But not right now. He's been good for a day! It's way too early for a Blue Period relapse.
CONNOR: What's a blue period? (It's that nihilistic time in a vampire's life when he abandons his friends and spawns. But Cordy knows this is not the time for her brutal frankness.)
FRED: Yeah. What does that mean?
CONNOR: He shouldn't be going out alone.
GUNN: Angel can take care of himself.
CONNOR: No he can't. [half-smirk. Gunn sees the glint in Connor's eye and knows that Connor's referring to the time he dumped Angel into the ocean. There's still a bit of Angelus in the boy after all.]
FRED: Ah don't understand. What is Angel doin' that you can know about but we can't?
Eleven O'Clock. Spike and Angel stand in opposite corners of the room, putting their pants and shoes on. The Furies recline and levitate a few inches above three fainting couches, languorously smoking water pipes and sighing happily.
FURIES: Sanctuary granted.
Angel and Spike button up their shirts, then look at the three women.
ANGEL: Thanks for, um, keeping your end of the bargain.
SPIKE: Yeah. Thanks for not welching. Cheers, pets.
FURIES: You're welcome. Always. Mmmmmmn. [inhale. slowly exhale smoke up into the air. Then they turn their heads to face the vampires and smile. Angel and Spike sheepishly smile back. Angel hopes Buffy doesn't ever move to a new house. The Furies seem to want a return engagement.]
Angel and Spike leave the apartment. They both reach for the elevator button. When their fingers are a few inches apart, both men pull their hands back. After waiting for a few seconds, Angel reaches out and pushes the button. They have to wait a long time for the elevator to come up. They look at the carpet, facing in opposite directions. After what seems like an eternity, the elevator door opens. Both of them take a step to get in. Then they pull back. Angel walks in first. Then Spike. They lean against opposite walls. Halfway down, Angel decides to break the silence.
ANGEL: No one hears one word about this.
SPIKE: I'd rather be tortured than talk.
ANGEL: I can arrange that.
SPIKE: Looking at your face is torture enough.
ANGEL: I'm sick of you, too.
SPIKE: I feel like going another century without seeing you.
ANGEL: Make it two centuries.