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Previously on Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

I'm just a guy with his ear to the ground, but even I can feel it.

Something's coming. I don't know what exactly, but something's brewing.

It's so big, ugly and damned, it makes you and me look like little big puzzle pieces.

You're gonna live in that small room over there.

I know it looks like a closet, but it's a room now.

And I hate this plan. I just don't understand when his problems became your problems.

The school basement is making him crazy. We can't just leave him there.

Things are different now.

He has a soul.

Mom?

DAWN: Get off her, and let her talk to me.

Things are coming, Dawn. When it's bad, Buffy won't choose you.

No!

You don't know hurt.

This last year is gonna seem like cake after what I put you and your friends through,

and I am not a fan of easy death.

Fact is, the whole good versus evil balancing the scales thing?

I'm over it. But believe me, I'm going for a big finish.

(snarling)

"From beneath you, it devours."

Wha-- what do you mean? How do you know Spike?

What do you mean, how? He was the guy that, um-- Oh, what's the word?

Sired. Yeah. He was the guy that sired me.

(knocking)

(sighs) Okay, okay. I'm coming. I'm up.

It's 4:30 in the morning. Sweet mameloschn.

Who is it? BUFFY: It's me.

Buffy? Where's Spike?

Spike? Spike. Xander, is he here?

N-N-No, he's out.

U-U-Uh, at least he was when I got home. Any idea where he went?

I don't know. Creature of the night, Buff.

He's probably out creaturing.

Why? What happened?

Is he in trouble?

I hope not.

(Spike humming)

(resumes humming)

Nora?

Nora?

Buffy?

DAWN:She's not here.

Dawn? Oh, my God.

What are you...

Dawn, what happened here? What--

You're cut. I'm all right.

Let me see. Make sure.

I saw Mom.

What?

She was here, Willow. I-I saw her.

She was here, and she spoke to me.

Oh, sweetie.

No, she was-- She was right here, and--

and then she wasn't.

She-- It wasn't her.

What? Well, at least I don't think.

I-- I saw something, too. And it looked like...

someone else.

But it wasn't. I don't understand.

It's the Big Bad, Dawn.

The one we knew was coming.

But that's what she said.

Mom, she said that things were coming. That--

things were on their way and...

that she loved us.

So, it had to be her, right? I mean, her warning was true.

I don't know.

I just don't think we can trust anything right now.

So maybe the evil thing messing with you was here, too.

O-Only maybe it was the thing tryin' to keep...

Mom away.

'Cause she was trying to protect me.

Maybe.

Why would a vampire lie about who sired him?

What's that, some kind of status symbol for the undead?

My sire can beat up your sire?

I'm not saying I don't believe him.

You just don't want to.

Okay, let's look at this objectively.

Figure it out in a cold, impersonal C.S.I.-like manner...

'cause we're a couple of carpet fibers away from a case.

Spike can't be doing this. He couldn't if he wanted to.

Why not? Well, for one thing, pain chip, remember?

He can't hurt anyone. It didn't stop him from hurting you.

Hey, objective here.

Maybe the chip's not working anymore.

No, it's working. I've seen it. Is it?

Or is that what Spike wants you to think?

You think it's an act? I don't really know.

And neither do you. No. Mm-mmh.

Th-There's something, I-I can feel it.

He's-- He's different. He's changed.

And if it is an act,

then the Oscar goes to...

(door opens)

Well, this can't be good, you here at this hour.

There trouble?

No. No trouble.

I-- I was just-- W-We were just--

(chuckles) Right. None of my business.

No worries.

Spike, I--

H-How was your night?

Oh, it was all right.

And yours? Did you, uh...

bag any baddies?

One. Vampire.

Uh, someone I used to know, actually, a little.

Holden. Holden Webster.

You knew him, huh?

That must have been a picnic.

Yeah.

Well...

I'm gonna turn in before I drop.

Good night.

You see that? You see how he reacted when you mentioned Webs?

Cool as Cool Whip. What's up with that?

The sun's coming up. I need to get home and check on Dawn.

We need to keep an eye on Spike. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

When you say "we", you mean "me," and me's gotta go to work.

I got a big client meeting in a couple of hours. Xander, this is serious.

We cannot let him leave this house until we know if he's killing again.

We need to find someone that can watch him.

Uh-uh. Forget it, Harris. Come on, Anya. You said you'd do it on the phone.

Yeah, but that-- That was before you told me Spike's killing again,

and now you wanna leave me here alone with him?

You didn't mind being alone with him before. What was that?

Nothing.

Look, we don't actually know that he's killed anyone...

you know, lately.

It might all just be a mistake. Yeah, but you don't think so.

Okay, have-- have you searched his room for clues?

Trophies from victims? Killers like to keep trophies sometimes.

Scalps. Necklaces made from human teeth.

You know, it didn't occur to me to look, but thanks for the tip.

Okay, so you'll be safe in here. Plenty of sunlight for you to hide in.

What? That's it?

You're not at least gonna, like, leave me a crossbow

or a flamethrower, something to protect myself?

We don't want him to know we suspect anything.

Besides, if he tries to leave, I don't want you confronting him.

Call Buffy and let her know that he's on the move.

You're gonna be fine.

Better be.

Because if I get vamped, I'm gonna bite your ass!

Wouldn't be the first time. What was that?

BUFFY: Dawn?

Dawn! Buffy, it's okay.

She's okay. Not hurt. She's just exhausted.

Finally fell off to sleep. What the hell happened?

Downstairs looks like-- Hell happened? Yeah.

This big evil that's been promising to devour us,

well, I think it started chomping.

Oh, God. And it started with Dawn?

Both of us. Buffy, this thing knows us.

It made us think that we were talking to people we knew.

Mine said it came with a message from Tara.

But Dawn actually saw...

your mother.

This thing, it had me for a while. It...

I mean, before it started letting loose with the pulse-pounding terror, it--

but before that, the lies were...

very convincing.

It just seems real.

Lies? I mean, maybe--

maybe to confuse us, to mess us up.

O-Or maybe just to be cruel.

Vampire I killed last night told me Spike sired him.

Two nights ago.

W-- Well, that's impossible, right?

So-- So maybe it was another one.

A-- A fake-out. You got one, too.

It wasn't a real vamp.

Dusted real enough.

Buffy, do you think Spike is-- I can't.

(sighs) I hope not.

But if I'm wrong, and he is?

Then I have to see it for myself.

I have to be there to stop him.

(exhales)

Anya,

do be specific and tell a fella just exactly what you're doing here.

Well...

Spike...

I'm h-- here, obviously,

for, um--

sex.

Uh, beg pardon?

You and me. Here and now.

Let's go. (chuckles)

Let's... get it on, you big, bad boy.

Wait. Wait, Anya, just a minute. This is not exact--

Is that a stake?

Yes. Kinky.

Well, yeah, but what are you-- Shh.

No questions. No talking.

I can't help it.

I can't stop thinking about you and us in our...

brief but unforgettable time together.

I mean, it's-- Why else would I be here?

I mean, it's not like I'm snooping around

for proof that you're some sort of wacked-out serial killer.

(laughs) I don't why I said that. Forget I said that.

It's craziness talking. It's just nerves.

Nerves.

Nerves and-- and horniness.

Oh, just shut up, William, and take me.

Take me now!

(breathing heavily)

Uh--

(exhales)

Anya-- Hmm?

It's not that I'm not tempted-- Oh.

Obviously, if things were different, you're a right catch.

I got it. No problem.

I understand.

You think I'm fat. What?

Either that or the haircut. Ri-Ridiculous. The do's quite fetching.

Oh, right. Now you like the haircut. Love it.

Sure, as a friend. You know, you were a lot more fun when you didn't have a soul.

Oh, come on! Now, I've just explained to you--

All I'm saying is soulless Spike would have had me upside down and halfway to Happyland by now.

I need my pants.

Didn't mean to hurt your feelings, luv.

Who's hurt? I'm fine.

(chuckles) Right.

Look, uh, I've got things to do.

Don't stick around on my account.

(door opens, closes)

It's me. He's leaving.

(harmonica playing)

(hums along)

Hey, man, what's up?

So, um...

What kind of name is Spike, huh?

(giggles)

What, are you gonna make me guess?

(laughs) All right.

I'll guess...

you're a little bit bad.

Huh?

Am I right?

(chuckles) You a bad boy?

'Cause I don't mind.

You know, I was getting pretty bored waiting over there in that line.

I hate... waiting.

Know what I mean?

You know you want it.

You know I want you to.

Um,

is everything-- (growls)

(screaming)

There's my guy.

Now, doesn't that feel better?

How could you use a poor maiden so?

Did you kill her? What?

The girl, last night. What girl? What are you talking about?

I caught the first act. I missed the curtain call.

Did you kill her? Did you turn her? Is she one of your kind now?

D-Did you-- Are you following me?

Answer the question. Where is she?

Who knows? I talked to her is all.

Really? Looked like more than talking to me.

Well, I certainly didn't off her.

(scoffs) Where are you getting this?

You know I can't. Right. The chip.

No, not the chip! Not the chip, damn it.

(scoffs) You honestly think I'd go

to the end of the underworld and back to get my soul, and then--

Buffy, I can barely live with what I did. It haunts me.

All of it.

If you think that I would add to the body count now, you are crazy.

So, what, you just troll the promenade

looking for drunk coeds, 'cause you're hungry for conversation?

Oh, is that what this is? Right. What?

You're jealous. Don't play games.

Not now. Yeah.

You saw me chattin' up another bird, givin' the eye to somebody else.

Touched a nerve, didn't it?

Don't flatter yourself.

It burns, huh?

But you can't admit it, so you trump up some charge about me bein' back on the juice.

This vampire I killed told me. Told you what?

That I go out? Yeah, I talk to people.

Women.

Talk to them, 'cause I can't talk to you.

Oh, Spike, save it.

As daft a notion as "Soulful Spike the Killer" is,

it is nothing compared to the idea that another girl could mean anything to me.

This chip, they did to me.

I couldn't help it.

But the soul, I got on my own.

For you.

I know. B-- So, yeah, I go and pass the time...

with someone.

But that's all it is, is time.

'Cause God help me, Buffy, it's still all about you.

Spike, this vampire told me you sired him.

That doesn't mean-- He said you killed him.

Dumped him in a parking lot somewhere.

And you believed him? Vampires aren't-- I did follow you last night.

And you know what? You didn't look lonely or casual to me.

You looked like you were on the prowl.

You can't know that. So then tell me.

Tell me what happened? You-- You talked to her? Then what?

We talked. That's all I remember.

All you remember? I don't know. I go out.

I talk to people, or I don't. It's boring.

It all bleeds together. Well, if you seem to...

forget that much, then-- Not that.

The taste of human blood? That I'd remember.

You were camped out on the Hellmouth talking to invisible people.

Recently. How can you be sure of--

No! You are wrong!

You've got an accusation from a pile of dust and not a shred of proof.

So I'll get some.

Okay, guys, find me some evidence that he did this.

Really? Are you sure that's what you want?

Find me the proof that he didn't.

Well, you only think Spike is turning people, 'cause that vampire told you so, right?

But that night, I mean, we were all told things that weren't true.

Maybe. What?

What maybe?

Well, just because those weren't the spirits of, you know, our people,

just because it was some evil thing, doesn't mean what they said can't be true.

I used to tell the truth all the time when I was evil.

We can't assume anything. We need hard facts.

Well, if Spike is biting people again, then shouldn't there be more

dead people with neck trauma, right?

And we can find that. (typing)

(beeps) No.

No, we can't find that? But that's easy. The computer's a moron.

I mean, no, there's not really an increase in neck injuries. But--

But what?

Oh. Missing people. Eight maybe?

Oh, ten of them.

No bodies. They're just missing.

Mostly young, lots of girls.

So, it's true.

What that vampire told Buffy turned out to be true.

Maybe.

But it still doesn't prove that it's Spike.

Right now he's the only one who knows for sure.

(no audible dialogue)

WOMAN ON TV:Hi! How was work today, honey?

No, no, no! You're not goin' out.

I have to go. Buffy was very clear about the not leaving of you.

I know what the Slayer told you. It's not true.

Let me go, and I'll find a way to prove it.

Okay, I'm gonna list the reasons that won't happen. One--

Ow!

(guitar music playing)

* This is how it goes

* You'll get angry at yourself

* And think you can think of something else *

* And I'll hear the clanging of the bells *

* 'Cause I can't stop you, baby *

* 'Cause I don't have the bribery in place *

* No bright, shiny surface to my face *

* So I won't go near the marketplace *

She had blonde hair. A nice lookin' girl.

I was here talkin' with her.

The other night. I'm lookin' for someone who might've seen her.

No. Sorry. * 'Cause it's all about drugs

* It's all about shame

* And whatever they want

* Don't tell 'em your name

He hit you? Knocked me out.

He's been gone at least half an hour.

Any idea where he's headed?

* Oh, Mario

* Sit here by the window

One of them take your wallet?

What's that?

The way you're scanning that crowd, you look like you're out for blood.

I'm just lookin' for a certain bird I met here the other night.

Oh.

Is it me? Sorry, luv. Don't think so.

Not even if I ask nice?

Or are you the type that has to be convinced?

Friendly warning, pet. I'm the type best left alone.

Oh, I get it.

You'd rather I slip into something more comfortable.

Should we pick off the crowd one by one...

or block the exits and ravish the place?

Get away from me. What's with the wallflower act?

You didn't seem so shy when you were... biting me.

I'm not asking if you want to be soul mates.

Just... figured you'd wanna have some fun.

Mmm. I take him. You take her.

Or the other way around. Whatever.

No, you're lying!

So that all I was to you, a one-bite stand?

* Because nobody knows

* That's how I nearly fell

* Trading clothes

* And ringing Pavlov's bell

* History shows

* But rarely shows it well

* Well, well, well

* Because nobody knows

* That's how I nearly fell

* Trading clothes

* And ringing Pavlov's bell

(music stops)

* History shows

* But rarely shows it well

Hey, sweetheart, if you want to go in, go ahead.

Uh, actually, I need some help. I-I'm looking for this guy.

Bleached blond hair, leather jacket, British accent, kind of...

sallow but in a hot way?

Yeah, yeah. I know the guy. Billy Idol wannabe?

Actually, Billy Idol stole his look from--

Never mind. Has he been here?

This guy your boyfriend or somethin'?

No. I just-- I need to find him as soon as possible.

Yeah, he comes in here a lot lately.

Every night leaves with a different girl. Chicks like Billy Idol.

How many girls?

Look, this guy that's not your boyfriend guy?

If I were you, I'd lose him. He's a real player.

Man, I hate playing vampire towns.

Hello? It's me.

I'm seein'--

I think I'm remembering.

I think I've done some very bad things.

Where are you? I need--

I need to see you.

There's a house. 634 Hoffman Terrace.

I'll meet you.

You shouldn't have done that.

It's not time yet. (chuckles)

Not nearly. You're goin' against the plan.

But we can make it work.

Down here.

You won't come down?

I understand.

It's a risky proposition.

There's an order. The Slayer's not in order.

But it can't hurt to play. Get your claws in the mouse, you know?

You are not here.

All right, what do you want to show me?

I've been remembering.

It's the girl. I walked her home.

The one you saw.

And the one before that.

And I think I killed her.

And I think I-- I think I killed...

the lady who lived here.

And...

And there might be others.

Oh, my God.

Here.

I-- I think I buried them here.

Spike, why?

Well, I don't know, do I? I don't even know how.

I shouldn't be able-- * Early one morning

* Just as the sun was risin'

* I heard a fair maid singing in the valley down below *

* Oh, don't deceive me What? What is it?

* Oh, never leave me

* How could you use a poor maid so * Spike!

What are you doing?

Aaah!

Spike, listen to me. You don't wanna do this.

And it's just about to get fun.

Oh, God. (growling)

You know what I want you to do.

They're waiting for you.

Take her. Taste her. Make her weak.

Spike! No!

(growling)

I remember.

You've failed them.

Now she's gonna kill you.

You lose, mate.

Sorry, ma'am. But it's my job. (coughing)

Do it fast, okay?

He said you would do it.

Who said?

Me.

It was me.

I saw it.

I was here the whole time, talkin' and singin'.

There was this song.

What are you talking about? I don't know!

Please, I don't remember.

Don't make me remember.

Make it so I forget again!

I did what you wanted!

There's something here.

Oh, God. No, please, I need that.

I can't cry this soul out of me.

It won't come.

I've killed, and I can feel 'em.

I can feel every one of 'em.

There's something playing with us.

All of us.

What is it?

Why is it doin' this to me?

I don't know.

Will you... help me?

Can you help me?

BUFFY: I'll help you.

ANYA: And you believe him?

BUFFY: You didn't see him down there.

He really didn't know what he'd done.

It wasn't in his control.

Oh, an out-of-control serial killer.

You're right. That is a great house guest.

Wait. Is he--

Is he staying here? I don't know.

But I'm not letting him out of my sight, that's for sure.

Buffy, he's been feeding-- on human blood. That's gotta do stuff.

I'm not keeping him around just to help him.

I think there was something there

talking to him, making him do things.

Something like what was talking to us?

Maybe.

And if it was, then it's been screwin' with Spike big-time.

So, you want him around because...

Look, there's something evil working us,

and if we are ever gonna have a chance to fight it,

we need to learn everything we can about it.

This thing has been closer to Spike than any of us.

And if you want to understand it...

I'm gonna have to get close to Spike.

Nah, it's too dangerous. BUFFY: I don't have a choice.

Whatever this thing is, from beneath us, it's bad.

And it's only getting worse.

Oh, dear God!

Robson, are you here?

Robson!

(shallow breathing)

You, too?

Dear God, I thought you were-- Gather them.

What? It's started.

It's all right.

I understand. I'll take care of--