Devlin shows how poorly he takes rejection, then comes to the rescue when Spike and Dru are attacked by vampire hunters. Angel chafes as the idea of a third ensouled vampire, by Fred welcomes the idea. Elektra puts the moves on her new boy toy. And Willow and Kennedy talk about Jeta.

"What did you do to me? What did you do?" Something feels wrong. She stands up and lunges at Devlin, who holds out what first looks like a blonde wig. But it takes only a second for Sheena to realize it's her scalp. He smiles as her screams echo down the tunnel. Slowly, fearfully, she raises her hand up and touches her bare cranium. She screams even louder.

"You used me to get to Spike. You used me, and made me like you, made me care for you. You think I'd let you get away with that?"

"Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God! You sick fuck!" Devlin licks her blood off the glass shard he used to scalp her.

"Your brain will dry up in a couple hours. Course you'll probably go mad before then."

"How could you do this to me?"

"Some like staking. Some, beheading. Others favor immolation. I prefer to keep a souvenir." He waves her scalp. She lungs at him, but Devlin runs away and leaps onto the side of a passing train. Sheena falls to her knees and cries in terror and desperation.

Late that night, when Spike, Dru and Elektra return home, Spike senses something. "He's been here."

"Dev's back," Elektra asks hopefully. Spike looks down under Devlin's bed and pulls out the fresh scalp.

"No. Just dropping off a souvenir." Dru grabs it and rubs the hair against her face.

"No. A gift."

"A better gift would be my brother," Leks sulks. Spike puts his arms around her.

"Don't worry luv. He'll be back. He's done this before. Sometimes your brother likes go out on his own. But he always returns."

"Like a pigeon," Dru adds.

"I wanna go look for him."

"Maybe tomorrow night. Sun's about to come up."

"And you need to get your rest. Come, deary. Let me tuck you in and sing a lullaby."

Devlin's crossed over into Brooklyn, ensuring Elektra won't find him cause she never goes to the outer boroughs. On his second night, he found the headquarters of the city's hot new vampire hunters in an abandoned tenement. They lived in actual homes, had actual normal lives and jobs, and kept their gear hidden at home, so there wasn't much left for a nosy vampire to take. The building had been home to a nest a vampires who tormented the neighborhood until these locals banded together to take them out. He thought of squatting there, as an act of defiance, but decided that was too risky. Instead, Devlin killed someone in the area each of the next four nights. He watched their patrols, measured how quickly they showed up on the scene, and how many fighters there were. The frustrated men decided they couldn't find this new killer because he lived in Manhattan and didn't linger in the area after doing his thing. Devlin followed them across the Williamsburg Bridge, running on the sidewalk a fair distance behind their cars. They canvassed the Lower East Side, checked in with two fellow vampire fighters in the Alfred Smith Homes, and heard that there was some recent activity in the East Village. The two locals had been afraid to check it out on their own, but eagerly joined with the eight visitors from Brooklyn.

Elektra loved the East Village for its grimy, slimy, desperate energy. Plus, squatters didn't enjoy protection against unwanted vampire entry. After finishing off three struggling artists, Leks, Spike and Dru took out a few homeless people in Tompkins Square Park. That's where their enemies picked up their trail. Elektra carelessly skips down a street in Alphabet City while her parents whisper sweet, twisted nothings in each other's ears. They all have their vampire faces on. Spike hears cars approaching on either side. He lets go of Dru. "Isn't this a one-way street?" The headlights approach. "Leks! Get over her!" She rushes to her father, not quite aware what's going on.

"Do you miss my touch," she asks hopefully, putting one hand on his butt and the other on his crotch.

"Not now." He pushes her away. Then he sees a man step out of a van holding a homemade crossbow that has a wooden stake running along the bottom and sticking one foot out in front of the steel bow arc.

"Are we being attacked," an excited Leks asks.

"Run," Spike orders.

"Go along deary."

"I wanna help," the kid sister whines.

"We'll handle this."

"We're family!"

"Silly bint. It's your bloody funeral." Elektra's only a few months old and Spike hasn't grown too attached.

The drivers stay at the wheel, in case the vampires try to make a run for it. Every few seconds, they gun their engines menacingly. With their high beams on, everyone has a good look at the cornered enemy, who all of a sudden don't seem so imposing. Spike counts the humans as they slowly empty out of their vehicles, weapons in hand. "Eight on three. I like those odds." But Dru seems less sure of their chances.

"It's naught right. I'm losing awl my babies. My baby is gone."

"His loss, pet."

"And ours."

"Bollocks."

"Bollocks yourself," a tall red-headed youth holding an ax shouts out.

"That doesn't even make bloody sense," Spike chuckles.

"Bollocks, bloody, blonde hair," the man holding the crossbow notes. "You must be one who killed that nigger Slayer."

"That's racist," Elektra screams. "You're a racist!"

"You're a killer," a short man with dark curly hair holding a baseball bat replies.

"So. Least I'm not a racist." Even mass murderers could be politically correct.

Crouching atop a nearby building sixty feet in the air, Devlin looks on, torn between wanting to help his family and wanting to punish them for neglecting him.

"Are you the sucker who's been killing in Rockaway," a tall man with a sharpened pool cue asks.

"Hell no," Elektra shouts. "Only a loser would go to that rathole." The man with the crossbow aims and fires for her heart. Spike leaps in front of his daughter and takes the arrow in his stomach. He may not be too attached, but he still has a paternal instinct to protect his baby.

"No matter," the tall man replies, suspecting they don't have the right vampires. "Your kind deserves to die."

"Yes. But not tonight. And not by you," Spike answers defiantly. The eight men who've circled round the trio attack. Spike ducks an ax, knocks the swinger down and throws another man to the curb. But he gets whacked in the back of the head by a 2x4. Dru's hit in the face by the back end of a pool cue. Elektra leaps above her attackers, but once her feet hit the ground one man grabs her from behind while another goes for the stake. She wants to kick him away, but his stake is longer than her leg. In fact, it's more spear than stake. So she jumps, and lifts the man holding her six inches in the air. The stake goes through her stomach and out her back, poking the man behind. She breaks free and punches the fellow who impaled her, but gets a brick in the back of the head from a third man. He then throws the brick at Dru's forehead, knocking her away from a man she was about to bite. Another fighter pounds her back with a 2x4 until she goes down. Dru rolls around as men poke at her, trying to get her heart. Instead, they get her left forearm, right hand and right lung. Spike grabs an ax with his right hand and a man's throat with his left. But the tall man with the cue stick whacks his right eye with the back end, then pops his nose, bloodying it. Spike faces his new opponent, who twirls the stick in his right hand. "Look at the big boy, twirling his pretty baton," Spike taunts.

"I'm gonna do what that guinea bitch couldn't."

"Hey! Watch your language!" Spike jumps up above an attempt to sweep his legs. "The girl had honor."

"What's a 'sucker no about honor?" Spike reaches for the stick, but the man pulls it back. He attacks, but the man takes two steps back, then whacks Spike's right knee.

"Help," Elektra yells as three men wail away at her with baseball bats and lead pipes.

"Baby," Spike responds, turning round to see his two women in dire trouble. Dru's on the ground, in the fetal position, growling. Spike knows it's her preferred defensive posture when confronted by an armed mob that lacks fire. She can block thrusts to the heart, rip away sticks, and kick men who get too close. One fellow shoots a crossbow at her, but she grabs the arrow with both hands and uses to point to poke at her attackers. But Elektra doesn't have a defensive posture. She has never encountered a significant attack. The men are pounding her mercilessly, joking about "tenderizing" the enemy. However, once Spike's taken a few steps, his attacker approaches from behind. Spike turns, grabs the cue just in time and goes for a right hook. The man blocks it and head-butts Spike, further hurting his nose. He then sends his cue straight for Spike's groin, barely missing his vitals but going clear through his upper right thigh. Spike groans mightily as the man lands a right hook to his face, then a right kick to his chin. "Nikki had class," Spike spits, outraged by the attempted crotch shot. "Not like you ponces."

"If you like her so much, why didn't you make her your girlfriend," the vampire fighter jokes back, swinging his cue the way Spike swung his cue when telling Buffy how he killed Nikki. Spike attacks. The man levels his cue. Spike grabs the weapon with both hands when the point is against his chest. His hands start to burn.

"Bloody hell!" Seems the bigoted but brave and resourceful vampire hunter went to the trouble of coating his weapon with holy water, just in case a vampire tried to turn it into kindling. Spike groans and pushes the cue and the man holding it back a few steps. "Just for that, I'm gonna make it really hurt," he vows. But before Spike can wreak his vengeance, he sees the man's left eye fall out of its socket, and the man fall on his face. Standing behind the dead man is Devlin.

"You stupid boy! Did you hear wut I told him?" No he couldn't fulfill his bow. Spike immediately starts laughing. As the fight began, Devlin climbed down the fire escape and pried off an 18 inch-long rusted metal rod from one of the balconies. When things began to look bad for his family, he jumped to the ground, snuck up behind the enemy's leader and jammed the rod through the back of his skull. "Hey! You're leader's dead," Spike turns around and announces. Dev picks up his body so everyone can see the rod protruding out of his face. With that, the dynamic of the fight quickly changes. One of the cars backs up and speeds forward to try to ram Dev and Spike, but they rush into the brawl, and the driver can't risk hitting his own men. Dru and Elektra rise. Mommy bashes two men's skulls together and snaps another's neck. Spike pounds on two of the mean men bullying his precious daughter, while Leks goes after the third one, tossing him into a staircase, punching him several times in the face, and biting him on the hands, neck, legs, chest and neck. The man with the crossbow shoots the fast-moving Spike in the neck. Spike turns and attacks, the arrow still in him. The man tries to stake Spike, who rips away the crossbow and bites his neck. His screams, as well as the screams of the man Elektra is mauling, cause four of the five remaining fighters to run. The last fighter engages Devlin with an ax. Dev ducks the blows, but can't get in a good shot, and is forced to place defense. Once the fighter quickly realizes he is alone, he jumps in one of the cars just before they both race away. Spike limps over to his son.

"Brilliant. Brave. Cunning. And you didn't do so bad yourself." They both laugh. Spike kisses Devlin's forehead and puts his right arm around his shoulders.

"Told ya you needed me."

"Your mother and me, we woulda found a way out. By Leks, well, I think she did need her big brother to see her through." Only now, after she's finished draining the body, does Elektra realize her brother's there. She hobbles over and hugs him.

"You're back! You're back!"

"You think I'd miss a good fight?"

"He really is my son," Spike jokes. Their combat lust is one of the few traits they have in common at this point in their lives. Drusilla slowly makes her way to Devlin, then slaps him with her left hand, deeply disappointing the boy.

"Bad boy. Leaving your mummy and your sister." She slaps him again. "Bad boy!" Devlin thinks for a few seconds, then picks up the leader's eye off the ground.

"My penance." He notices his mother start to smile, puts the eye on his tongue, and leans towards her. She kisses him, and takes the eye on her tongue, then puts it in her left hand and studies it.

"He doied happy."

"Never saw me coming." Dru puts her bloody right hand, with has a hole through it, to his face.

"My dear young boy has a gift." He stares into her eyes and feels his knees buckle. Then he puts his left hand to her right hand, pulls it to his mouth and sucks the blood out of her wound. At the same time, Dru reaches her left arm out, pulls Spike's head towards her and licks the blood from the arrow wound to his neck. Elektra busies herself by grabbing hold of the metal rod through the leader's head and spinning him round and round, faster and faster. Finally, she lets go of the rod, and the body flies through a second floor window. A light comes on, and a woman screams. Spike and Dru laugh and hug their daughter. Spike's black pants hide his hideous groin wound, but Elektra smells the blood.

"Oh no! Did they get your? - " she puts her right hand down his pants and smiles as she feels around. "Noooo. Thank God. Or Satan. Whoever." She puts her left hand to his wound and falls to her knees. "I'll hafta have a look at this." She licks her left palm and smiles at the thought of taking care of Spike. Dru puts her left arm around Spike's shoulders and her right arm around Devlin's, staring in her son's eyes. This is the first time he's ever helped out for his parents when they were in a bind.

"You knew, what to do." After all, Dev didn't just join the brawl. He turned it around with a single quick, dramatic gesture.

"Wasn't too hard to figure out, mummy. They weren't even watching me."

"You're invisible," she whispers into his left ear. "Neva forget."

Devlin rushes into the bathroom after Debbie took her shower and grabs her from behind as she brushes her hair. "Didn't see you there," she says, looking in the mirror.

"I'm used to that."

"Oh, come on," she responds, turning around. "Spending most of my waking, and all my sleeping, hours with you isn't enough?"

"I'm gonna miss you."

"It's just for the weekend."

"Lousy environmentalist teachers, wanting to make you appreciate nature."

"Do demons live in the wilderness?"

"Sure. But not in National Parks where Rangers would try to study and catalogue them."

"I can't believe I asked that," Debbie jokes. "I'm going camping and the first thing I think about are finding demons to kill."

"You can always kill a few classmates," Dev jokes back. "I hear you and Francine don't get along too well."

"Don't kid about that stuff."

"Why? Cause you think I might kill her? Ya know, cause it's my nature."

"Dev. Honey. We're passed that."

"No we're not. Otherwise you'd be out of that robe, I'd be out of these boxer shorts - "

"We're about more than sex. At least, I hope we are."

"I talked to Spike. I'm getting the soul."

"So I'll sleep with you again?"

"That's part of the motivation." Debbie turns around. "At least I'm being honest. We're great together, babe. And anything that can bring us closer, I'll do. Plus, once you get the soul, the reason you got it doesn't matter. Hell, Angel didn't even choose his and you like him."

"I'd still kill him for you." Devlin smiles. "I mean, if he tried to get between us." Deb thinks about this. "Okay, that's kind of sick as romantic gestures go - "

"But we're kind of sick to begin with." Deb hugs him.

"God help us."

"You think he'd help me get my soul back?" They both laugh.

"Oh no you don't," Angel says to Spike in the conference room.

"You're scared of a little competition!"

"Does he really want it," Fred asks hopefully.

"It's Debbie," Angel responds. "She wants a vampire with a soul."

"She wants DEV with a soul," Spike replies.

"Whether or not a given vampire desires a soul is irrelevant to us," Wesley asserts.

"I thought you people were about saving souls," Spike asks.

"What's wrong with puttin' a little more good in the world," Fred wonders. Wes is peeved she's pushing for this.

"You took his soul, you give it back," Angel pointedly tells Spike. "This isn't our problem."

"The boy can make a difference. Why won't you give him a chance?"

"Opportunity cost," Gunn finally says.

"What," Spike asks.

"What could we do during the time we'd be helping this vampire?"

"Save the world," Angel surmises. "Save a life."

"If you're so worried about your offspring, perhaps you should keep them from killing," Wes tells Spike, who looks shocked. "Two deaths last night. Both men in their early thirties. One was a partner at a large law firm. The other was a rather well-connected bond trader. The lawyer died in his car. The broker in his bed. Both we found in an aroused state, with their trousers down."

"Leks," Spike asks.

"Who," Fred wonders.

"Elektra. Why would she come back?"

"After all the fun she had last time," Angel offers ruefully, remembering his busted kneecap.

"I can sense Dev when he's close. But I can't sense Leks."

"However, you know where she would go."

"I'll hit the usual haunts tonight."

"The Police Chief is very adamant about finding the culprit."

"I blame the men. What were they doing with a seventeen year-old girl?"

"I don't know. What were you doing with her," Angel asks.

"Oh! You're one to talk when it comes to seventeen year-old girls!"

"Can we stop talkin' about jailbait," Fred requests. "Living or undead?"

"The sacrificed alternative," Gunn announces appropo of nothing.

"Did you get enough sleep," Angel asks him.

"Helping the vampire get his soul is not worth our time."

"Something we agree on."

"But it might be worth the time of our employees. Every minute they spend researching this topic is a minute they can't spend perpetrating evil on this city." Angel tries to think of a rebuttal, but can't. Fred smiles.

"Thank you Charles," Fred says. "You put things in perfect perspective." Wesley feels some residual jealousy. Also, he doesn't like losing an argument, whether or not it's to Fred's old boyfriend. But he has to relent. Who knows what evil potions his men could concoct if he left them to their own devices.

"Better to have the evil ones do busywork," he offers, restating Gunn's point.

"Then it's settled," Spike announces, standing up. "Perfect!"

"Oh what the Hell," Angel concedes. "Maybe I have started a trend. Become an inspiration, even."

"No you haven't," Spike angrily retorts.

"He's taking after you. Who did you take after?" Spike growls and reaches across the table.

"Can ya'al grow up for a second and realize this is a good thing for all of us," Fred asks.

"It is," a mildly alarmed Wesley wonders.

"The more Champions the better, right?"

"Devlin is NOT a champion," Angel barks.

"Champion-in-Training," Spike says in a tongue-in-cheek reference to Sunnydale.

"It will be good to learn the totality of ways to ensoul a vampire," Wesley concedes. "In case we ever have any more emergencies," he adds as an aside to Angel.

"By the way, if anyone needs me this afternoon - ," Spike begins.

"We won't," Angel snaps.

"I have to be at the Los Angeles County School of the Arts at two for a modeling engagement."

"A what," Angel asks.

"Claire suggested it to me. I'm sure your art school girlfriend has had you model."

"Well. Umm - "

"Are you gonna be naked," Fred asks sheepishly.

"I'm not sure. Eh," he shrugs. "I got nothing to be ashamed of."

Alexander finds Elektra waiting at his locker. She wears a sleeveless silver top, short black skirt and high black boots, and her long hair is beautifully coifed. The clothes are from a shopping trip yesterday, and the hair from a stop at the hairdresser's this morning. "You like," she asks.

"Like what," Alex dimly responds.

"My new look."

"Yeah," he says with a goofy smile and a deep breath. "It's, well, what's not to like?"

"You don't look so bad yourself," she replies, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt.

"Thanks . . . How are your classes," he finally stammers.

"Forgettable. I kept thinking about you." She gazes up into his eyes and smiles. Elektra can actually see him begin to blush.

"I had fun last night."

"Wanna go out tomorrow night? Ya know, for something a little more substantial than coffee."

"Uh, I'm a - I can't." Leks takes her hands off him and feels crushed. Who was he to resist her charms? "There's this class field trip. We leave tomorrow at like five am." Now things were suddenly looking up. Way up.

"Class . . . the Junior class?"

"Yeah."

"The WHOLE Junior class?"

"Yeah." Debbie the Slayer was a junior! This must be what mummy was referring to.

"How long are you going to be gone?"

"We get back Sunday." Two nights. That wasn't a lot of time. But it just might be enough.

"I hope you won't forget about me."

"No. You've made quite an impression." Excellent. No mortal could resist her seductions. And few immortals, come to think of it.

"Here's a little something to remember me by. Last night, I had this dream." She whispers her fantasy into his right ear while putting her left hand on his shoulder and her right hand on his chest. As the story intensifies, she lowers her right hand to his stomach, then his belt. His eyes bug out, and Alex takes a step back.

"Whoa! Here?"

"Not right here," she replies, twirling her hair. "Maybe in a closet. Or the basement. Not much chance of getting caught down there."

"This school has a basement?"

"Oh yeah."

"How do you know? You just got here."

"I like to explore."

"R-right. I could tell, from your little dream."

"I like to say the best way to live your life is to make your dreams into reality."

"Oh. Whoa." He was so delightfully dim. "You wanna, with me?"

"I'm attracted to you. You're attracted to me. Why fight it? Life's too short." Especially when she has her say about it. And Alex's life will indeed be short if he refuses.

"This isn't some sort of prank? Am I being punked?" Elektra rolls her eyes.

"I never joke about that kinda thing. Tell you what: we got the same lunch period. I'll meet you back here then. We'll take things from there." As Elektra walks by, she puts her right hand to Alex's jaw to turn his head so he can watch her walk away. The bell rings, the boy takes several deep breaths, a long drink of water, and rushes off to class.

At a very different school, Claire tries to close the curtains as discreetly as possible before the sculpture class where Spike is to pose. "We need natural light," the teacher insists.

"No you don't. Besides, he's shy. He doesn't want people to peek in."

"This man is a friend of yours?"

"A friend of the family. He did some work for my older brother." Technically, that was true. Spike did kill one of the vampires that was occupying their funeral home. Claire slips out before the students arrive. Spike saunters in five minutes late in his usual black attire.

"Let the fun begin," Anita – Claire's best friend – says to her boyfriend Russell, who happened to be Claire's boyfriend until he slept with their male teacher. Spike takes off his jacket and stands on the pedestal. The male teacher (a different one than Russell slept with) looks at Spike as if the model doesn't understand his role.

"Oh. You want the shirt off." Spike takes it off. The teacher's still looking at him. "The full bloody monty?"

"You do understand that my students are working on the human form," he says condescendingly to the apparently dim model.

"Then why the bloody hell am I here," Spike jokes before taking off his shoes and doffing his pants.

"This is so voyeuristic," Anita says to Russell, who stares at the model. "We're all seeing Claire's boyfriend in the buff. How would you feel if everyone in class saw me naked?"

"Um. Umm. I don't know if that's an, um, apt," he stammers.

"Oh my God. Are you - "

"Anita," the teacher says. "Focus on your own work. Can you please turn forty five degrees to your left," he adds to Spike.

"Like a bloody piece of meat," Spike grumbles as he complies. "I'm getting paid at the end, right?"

Gretchen returns home to Rome, and receives a hug from Giles. "Gosh. It's like I just got back from the Great War," she jokes about his overly enthusiastic welcome. Rupert looks at the bruise under her right eye.

"Are you okay? Are there, er, internal injuries?"

"Not on me. Like I told you already, I gave better than I got."

"I'll say," Dawn offers. "You threw holy water on her breasts and stuck a cross on her, uh, other naughty part," she finishes with an alarmed Buffy glaring at her.

"You told Dawn about that," Buffy asks Gretchen, still trying to protect her sister's innocence.

"That, and a couple other things I didn't tell Giles."

"Like how she ripped the skin off the vampire's chest!"

"My, isn't that a pleasant image right before lunch," Xander quips. Also, the gory detail ruins his ultra-sexy impression of the fight. "By the way, perhaps if you had some more backup, she wouldn't have gotten away. Someone who could blend better in that setting. Not that I go to strip clubs, I just mean - "

"Nicole and Sherri are all right," Giles inquires.

"Nikki should be healed and ready to go in a day or so. But with Yetta and her, ahem, companions gone, I don't know how much more fighting there is in Paris right now. I think we should send them to Lille."

"I'll consider that," Giles replies.

"Don't I get a say," Buffy asks sarcastically.

"Of course," Giles replies with a laugh. Gretchen's so assertive and so close to Giles that sometime Buffy feels the new woman crowds her out.

"Would you call a woman with four girlfriends a slut," Willow asks Kennedy.

"At the same time?"

"Yep."

"I'd call her lucky," Kennedy jokes.

"Is that supposed to be some sort of hint?"

"Will, you know you're the only girl for me. But I would like to get my hands on that vampire. To kill her."

"Right. Not because she's supposed to be some molten-hot sex bomb women will die for."

"Of course not."

"Course, if you did, she might just turn herself into a bird and skedaddle."

"But you could counter her magic."

"Of course. Those simple tricks? Child's play. Then again, conjuring a mirage that moves and talks is pretty advanced. Well below me. But still, pretty up there."

"She would be a fun change of pace. How come I never get naked women thrown at me?"

"Cause then you'd be all work, no play."

"It's always these grungy vampires in some dirty, smelly alley."

"The vampires in Rio don't seem to like the nice neighborhoods," Willow quips.

"They did, but ever since we got here, they've needed better places to hide."

"We've certainly cleaned up this town," Willow says, sitting down on the couch and putting her left arm around Kennedy.

"We're not finished yet. I mean, the vampires are still killing plenty of poor people."

"But you can take one night off."

"Oh. You mean tonight."

"We could stay in, watch some DVDs, snuggle." Kennedy kisses Willow.

"As great as that sounds, I need to show Vida some action."

"As opposed to showing me some action?"

"She's new. She needs experience. But I'll be back."

"You always get back after I'm asleep."

"Then why don't you go to bed later and wake up later? This magic stuff can be done at any time, right?"

"Yes, but when I meditate, I like to be in sync with the tides, and the lunar cycles, in order to maximize - "

"I get it. It's complicated. How bout I call it a night after Vida's killed her first?"

"I don't want people to die because we want to, you know, get busy."

"There's no reason to keep her out too long and risk anything until she's more experienced. No point in wearing her out."

"Do your job. I'll try to drink more coffee. Oh, and if LesboGypsySlut shows up - " Kennedy laughs.

"She won't."

"I know, but if she does, tell me so I can get out my shotgun and shoot her out of the sky."

"We don't have a shotgun."

"It was a joke."

"I know. Besides, if she's as magical as they say, she'll know better than to come near you."

NEXT: Elektra is pissed to discover her new boy used to be Harmony's old boy. Fred tells Devlin about his options. Devlin invites Harmony to a special party. Jeta recalls rescuing some Jews from the Nazis. And Leks tries to remind her brother of his family obligations.