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Let me do it.

Such a hungry little kitty.

Meow.

You've been a starved one,
haven't you, my sweet Willy?

Got you to feast on
now, pet.

Is this your home?
Their home.

Ambassador to... something
and his plump, lovely wife.

Till their spirits flew away
on fairy wings.

Psst. When Angelus
took them for dinner.

Angelus? Who the bloody
hell is Ange--

Look what I made.
It's called Willy.

William.

Where's Darla?
I want Darla to see William.

Darla and I had a little spat.

Her precious Master
sent for her.

You know Darla.
Master's pet.

Hmm. Poor Angelus.

Ah, don't fret, Dru.
We'll make up. Always do.

After a little tit for tat.

Shouldn't let that
spoil our fun here.

So instead of just feedin'
off of this William,

you went and turned him
into one of us.

Another rooster
in the henhouse.

You're not cross with me,
are you?

Cross?

Do you have any idea
what it's like having nothing
but women as travel companions?

Night in and night out.
Touch me again--

Don't mistake me.
I do love the ladies.

It's just lately
I've been wondering...

what it'd be like...

to share the slaughter
of innocents with another man.

Don't think that makes me
some kind of a deviant,

do ya?

Ah, I like this one.
You and me, we're gonna
be the best of friends.

Get the hell
away from me, Spike.

Would that I could,
you big ape.

Till then, why don't you
make us both happy
and give me what I want?

- You're not getting an office.
- You selfish sod.

The rest of your lot get to go
home to the nice and cozies.

Me, I gotta nest
in somebody else's roost.
It's not bleeding right.

You don't work here.
You haunt this place
and annoy me. That's all.

Job well done, eh?

At least give me Wesley's
office, since he's gone.

He's not gone.
He's on a leave of absence.

Yeah, right. Boo-hoo. Thought
he killed his bloody father.

Try staking your mother
when she's comin' on to you!

Well, that
explains a lot.

Spike--

Look. That was a long time ago.
She wasn't herself.

You got mail.
What?

It's addressed to you,
care of here.

Who the hell'd
be sending a post to a--

Ghost? Doesn't say.
Kinda heavy. Here.

Oh, you want me to--

If you don't mind.

Well, that was
a slap and a tickle.

There's nothing--

Good morning. Wolfram and--

Any more fireworks for me,
I'll be in here...

telling your boss
what a miserable bastard--

Bugger! That hurt!

Hold on.

Hey, I'm-- I can feel.

Stop touching me.

I-- Mmm. I can--

Hey. Mmm, mmm, mmm.
Oh, God.

It's bloody ambrosia.
Is this otter?

Hey, what's going--

I'm back, Charlie boy!
That's what's goin'.

He's corporeal.
When did this-- I mean, how--

- I don't know. He just--
- Must've been that box
of flashy I got in the mail.

- You got? From who?
- Don't know. Don't care.

But if you find out,
give him a bloody kiss
on the mouth for me.

Harmony, what is going on
with the phones?

Nobody knows. It's like
all over the office.

And all there is is--
on the other end.

Plus, now my computer's
freaking.

Harm.

-
- Get off! Ugh!

That's the idea. Need to borrow
your gal Friday for a bit.

- Permission denied.
- Wasn't asking.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God.

What? You think just 'cause
you're all solid now,
that I'm gonna go--

That's a very pretty
skirt you're wearing.

Taking a long lunch, boss.

And then when you leapt up
in the middle of the ceremony,

grabbed the priest's head
and squeezed it
till it popped like--

- Rotted melon.
- Yes.

Eyeballs dangling
from their sockets,

and you shouting,
"Frankly, Father,

thine eyes offend me."

Bloody priceless.

And beating the groom
to death with his own arm--

I mean, honestly, you're
a bloody killing marvel.

Yeah. Have a drink. Nah.

That's your spoils, mate.

I've had my fill.
Go on. Take her.

Nah. I think I might
go find Drusilla.

She's prowling for street
urchins in the East End.

Make her happy
if I joined her for a bit.

She's special, isn't she,
our Drusilla?

More than that.
She brought me into this world,

where I was meant to be.

It's like she's my destiny.

Yeah, she is a sweet plum.

I mean, a bit dotty
and brain-addled, but--

She's not-- She's just--

It's like she's still got
a bit of a child in her.

Perhaps two or three by now.
Driver, stop the coach.

Whoa. Whoa.

Happy hunting. Go on.
Just be home before sunrise.

You-- We need your office.
Get out.

What? I don't take
orders from a gho--

Hey! You can't--
Come on then.

Get your hands off!

Piss off!

You're not gonna believe this,
Jerry. I just got thrown out
of my own office.

That ghost pal of Mr. Goodfang--
I guess he's--

- Toner.
- Jerry!

Nobody replaces the toner!

Kill 'em, all of 'em-- phones
and computers. Shut 'em down.

Find out if we got some kind
of bug in the system
and who put it there.

You figure we're under
some kind of attack again?

I don't know what
to figure yet. Angel.

Oh, let me guess. The lab
computers are on the fritz.

Well, yeah, but that's just
the tip of the fritzberg.

The needles on our atmospheric
gauges started spiking into red.

Totally blew out
the instruments.

Like some kind of electrical
surge, like what's affecting
our phones and--

Well, yeah. That's what
I thought at first, but I think
it might be something else.

Never simple, is it?

He drank all my blood.
Harmony!

She's off having a nooner
with Blondie Bear, remember?

She's what?

You know, nooner. When you
have sex in the middle--

I know what a nooner is,
Charles. You said
she's with Spike?

- Uh, yeah.
He's corporeal again.
- Corporeal?

Yeah. He got something
in the mail. Flash, bam, boom--
he's a solid citizen again.

Oh, my God!
Why didn't you call me?

I'm sorry. We just-- you know,
we've had our hands full...

dealing with the glitch
in the office system,

which just so happens to
coincide with Spike being back,

and I can't believe
I'm just getting that.

You think whatever
recorporealized Spike's
doin' a number on the building?

Obviously they're connected.
Maybe when Spike's matter...

was reintegrated
into physical form,

it had some sort of ripple
effect on the immediate environment.

Or if those gauge readings are
correct, it could be the start
of something bigger, like--

The entire universe thrown
into catastrophic turmoil?

'Cause that's
what's happening, kids.

So you know
what's going on?

Only what I'm told, counselor.
Corporate seers alerted me
to the situation.

- Which is?
- It's a harbinger.

- Harbinger?
- Upshot is we've got trouble
with a capital "T,"

and that rhymes with "P,"
and that stands for "prophecy."

Shanshu.
Maybe you've heard of it?

Oh, God. That again, yeah.
I'm familiar. So?

So it talks about a champion--
a vampire with a soul...

who will play a pivotal role
in the apocalypse...
for good or evil.

Anybody's guess.
That part's hazy.

I thought the Shanshu
had to do with Angel
becoming human again after--

That's just the epilogue, princess.

And for the record,
the prophecy doesn't call
Angel by name.

Hold on. You're sayin'
because Spike's back,
you think he's--

I don't think anything.
All I can tell you...

is his very existence is
disrupting the order of things.

No argument here.

There were already two souled
vampires in the universe
before Spike fried.

Why is this happening now?
Key word here is "champion."

Spike gave his life
to save the world.
That gives him the cred.

But when he died and
became a ghost, case closed.

Now that he's back,
all bets are off, kids.

- Where are you going?
- To check on something.

You knew this would happen.
All that time I was working
on recorporealizing Spike,

you never mentioned--
Hey, I would've said something
if I'd known, sweetie.

My universe too, you know.

How'd you pull it off,
by the way--

bring Spike back?

You guys did do it, right?

Something came
in the mail for him.

The mail?
Like the amulet.

Yeah. Never did find out
who sent it.

The senior partners, maybe?

Watch the accusatory
stares, kids. I only know--

What you're told. Right.

So the seers told you
the phones and all
were a harbinger.

- Of what?
- Something worse...

and seriously dangerous.

What do you mean, dangerous?

Spi-- Spike!
Shh.

Don't talk.
Let's not spoil the moment.

Harmony! Agh!
What the bloody hell
has gotten into you?

- Your eyes.
- I'm not--

Not yours!

- Yeah, right. Not mine.
- Using me,

making me think, feel...
like yours.

- Let's just--
- You! You don't want me!

You want your Slayer whore!
I'll kill you!

Self-centered jerks!

Little thing
called being considerate.

Replace--

Yeah, well, then I see
Mr. Considerate here...

covered in blood,
makin' mashed potatoes
out of this fella,

and before I could get
to "What's wrong
with this picture?"

he clocks me
right in the coconut.

Sir, we have two more
attacks, one fatality.

Okay, seal off the building.
Nobody in and out till we know
what we got here.

Spell, virus, mass hysteria.
Yes, sir.

All channels, we have
a code black. Affirmative.
We are closing Pandora's Box.

Say, fearless leader,
if you don't mind,

what do you say I nurse this
bump with an ice pack...

while I barricade
myself in my office, huh?

Your call. Uh, Lorne,
do me a favor first.

Tell Fred I need to know
the second she figures out
what's causing this.

Yeah, gotcha.

Come on, Angel. You know
what's causing all this.
No, Eve, I don't.

This is just the
beginning. The fabric of reality
is starting to unravel.

For my money, it all
comes down to you and--
Spike.

I don't know what you put
in the watercoolers around here,

but your secretary
just started crying blood and
tried to rip me a few new ones.

- Harmony?
- Had to put
her porch lights out.

For the best.
Sure you understand.

Oh, yeah, you're a real hero.
And that's our problem
in a nutshell.

- Our problem?
- Eve's got this theory.

Fact, Jack.

There's only supposed
to be one candidate...

for the vampire-with-a-soul
hero part in the big show.

Two of you, and the wheel
of destiny starts to spin
off its axis.

That's why everything
and everyone's going mad.

Hold on a tick.
You're blaming this on us?

No, she's blaming it on you.

This town might not be
big enough for the both of you.

Well, screw
this town then.

Screw this devil's fun house,
Angel. And screw you,
for good measure.

I think I'll take the new
flesh and bones across the pond,
back to Europe.

Spike, by "town" I mean
this entire plane of existence.

You won't solve this
disequilibrium by leaving.
You might even make it worse.

Let's not make it worse.
We don't want worse.

I just went to the White Room
to see what the big cat
had to say.

- And?
- Cat's gone.

- Gone?
- The White Room too.

Elevator just opened up
into a howling abyss.

You ever heard a howling abyss?
Terrible sound!

Cat's gone,
means the conduit's gone,
means we're alone in this.

No contact with
the senior partners.

Just us and a big, gaping
tear in the balance
of the universe.

Spike... stay.

Please.

Europe will still be there
after we've worked this out.

- Maybe.
- Probably.

How exactly are you
gonna work this out, boss man?

You tell me we're makin' a tear
in the galaxy or whatnot. You're
just gonna sew that back up?

If there was just some way
to determine which one of you
the prophecy's about, maybe--

I just read
the Shanshu prophecy,
and there's nothing in it--

Hold on. You read the prophecy?
The one you don't believe in?

A load of rubbish,
you said.

Well, isn't that
bloody interesting.

- Spike.
- No offense. We need an expert
on the Shanshu scriptures.

- Fine, but Wesley's not here.
- No, but his department is.

- Maybe somebody there can--
- Do what?

I'm telling you.
I read the prophecy.

- You didn't read the prophecy.
- I didn't?

You read a translation
of the prophecy.

It's like comparing
the King James Bible with
the original Aramaic or Hebrew.

Much of the flavor,
the subtlety of usage,

the historical context
has been stripped away.

Read the prophecy. May as well
have read a 12-year-old's
book report on the subject.

I miss Wesley.

Okay, Sirk, point made.
Is there anything in the Shanshu
that can help us?

Yeah. What's it say
about me?

There is a newly translated
group of verses which may
perhaps prove relevant.

"The root of the tree
was split in two,

and each then
will seek nourishment
from the buried river."

- Sounds like a gardening tip.
- It's metaphor.

Please tell me I don't have to
explain metaphor to you people.

Sirk, the text.

Ah, here we are.

"Storm unleashed.
The balance will falter...

until the vampire with the soul
drinks from the Cup
of Perpetual Torment."

- More metaphor.
- No, that's real.

- So there's a cup.
- Perpetual torment?

Just know that's
not gonna taste very good.

"He will have the weight
of worlds upon him...

"binding his limbs,
grinding his bones to meal...

"until he saves creation...

or destroys it."

Uh, right.
So what's in it for me?

The vampire will have
his past washed clean.

And live again in mortal form.
Yeah, that part I know.

- Yeah, I'll bet you do.
- So Angel drinks from this cup.

Our computers go back on line,
phones stop ringing, and people
quit turning into maniacs?

Who says it's Angel
supposed to take the swig?

- Who says it's
about him at all?
- Oh, come on, Spike.

- You really think
this is about you?
- Why the bloody hell not?

Boys, let's focus
on the problem at hand. We don't
want to be wrong about this.

There is no wrong.
The drinking of the cup
is predestined.

That can't be changed.
Whoever drinks from it
was meant to.

And when one is confirmed
as the central figure
of the prophecy,

the universe
should realign itself.

So this cup thing--
Where is it? Does it say?

It does offer some details, yes.

Housed in the hidden
city of Petra. Mm-hmm.

Disappears during the Crusades.
Surfaces again in the Vatican.

Vanishes in the third year
of the Inquisition.

Then-- Yes. Interesting.

- What?
- It's in Nevada.

- Nevada?
- Death Valley, to be exact.

"The earth will thrash
and mark the appearance
of the cup at the Columns."

Columns.
That sounds vaguely--

"And the desert will swallow
cup and house whole, and--"

This can only be
loosely translated.

"And the fat lady
will sing no more."

- Opera.
- Opera?

Yeah. The Columns
was an opera house
in Death Valley.

In was buried
in an earthquake in '38.

Made headlines in Los Angeles.
It's only a few hours away.

I can get there and back
before morning.

Angel, we got a seriously
major crisis goin' on here.

Might not be the best time
to go runnin' after
some mystical cup.

I really don't have a choice.
If it's there, I'm gonna have to
accept the prophecy's real...

and hope that it stops
this madness.

In the meantime, you're
in charge. Keep this place
quarantined till I get--

Where's Spike?

Yello.

My Viper now, mate.
Possession's nine-tenths.

Oughta know that, runnin'
a law firm and such.

You think this is a game?
People are dying.

And one of us is going
to stop it. What do you know.
I vote for me.

There's no voting.
It's a prophecy,

and the Shanshu's
not about you, Spike.

Still can't accept it,
can you? Sad, really.

All these years believing
you're the signified monkey...

only to find out you're just
a big hunk of nobody cares.

- I really wish
you'd stayed a ghost.
- But I didn't, did I?

Burned up saving the world,
and now I'm back for real.

Wonder why that is. Oh, wait.
'Cause I'm the one, you git!

I don't have time to--
Krrr. What's that?
I'm losing you.

You're-- Krrr--
What do they call it?

Krrr. Oh, right. Breaking up.
You're breaking up.

- Spike, don--
- Ponce.

Idiot.

Yeah, I know
she's a vampire.

Just shoot her up
with some elephant tranqs
and put her in restraints.

Uh, yeah, whatever. That's okay.
Just-- Look. Get it done.

Over and, you know, out.

Always something
with this place, huh?
I mean, ghost fights,

id monsters,
killer cyborgs.

It's a wonder
with all the high jinks, you
people ever get any work done.

Funny, you always seem to be
around for the... high jinks.

- Lucky, I guess.
- Yeah?

And what else are you,
Eve, besides lucky?

Am I supposed to know
what that--

Playin' like you're just
a fresh, young thing
from Santa Cruz...

who somehow winds up connected
to the senior partners
of Evil Incorporated.

I never said
I was from Santa Cruz.

Just went to school there.
And if we're talking about
being connected, Charles,

you're the guy that talks
to the cat upstairs.

I think that makes you
a lot more connected to this
place than I'll ever be.

As far as the senior
partners are concerned,
I'm just a messenger.

Right. And I'm just
a mild-mannered attorney.

Don't be fingering
the robots.

Here we are then.

Two vampire heroes...

competing to wet our whistles
with a drink of light,
refreshing torment.

Is that what you think
you are? A hero?

- Saved the world, didn't I?
- Once.

Talk to me after you've done it
a couple more times.

Done talking, mate.
Got a prophecy needs fulfilling.

- Ta.
- Spike? Damn it.

Well, looks like you haven't
had your fill of her after--

The little children
didn't come out to play.

Did you miss me,
pretty William?

I'm sure he did, Dru.
After all, you are his destiny.

Oh, that's so sweet.

Thought it'd be
a little less goldeny,
what with the torment and all.

So, what do we do now?

What do you think?

Come on. Let's see how much soul
you really got in there.

Spike, we don't
have time for this.

Keep your knickers dry, Sally.
You're not gonna last that long.

Fine. We'll do it your way.

Oh, yeah.

Look at you, thinkin'
you're the big savior,

fighting for truth,
justice and soccer moms.

But you still can't lay flesh
on a cross without smellin'
like bacon, can you?

Like you're any different.

Well, that's just it.

I am, and you know it.

You had a soul forced on you
as a curse.

Make you suffer for all
the horrible things you've done.

But me--
I fought for my soul.

Went through
the demon trials.

Almost did me in a dozen times
over, but I kept fighting...

'cause I knew it was
the right thing to do.

It's my destiny.

Really? Heard it was just
to get into a girl's pants.

Six more cases.

That's what, a 30% increase
in the last hour?

32.4, but who's counting?

Any idea what
the specific trigger is?

None. There was
no common thread--

gender, age, position,
psych profile, blood type,
med history.

There doesn't seem to be
any pattern to this thing.

It seems like it could
affect any of us.
Is there anything we can--

Why are you answering
her questions, Fred?

We don't trust this bitch.

- She'll kill us all.
- Gunn.

- What are you, huh?
- Gunn, no!

What's really
in there? Huh? Huh?

Well, guess you gotta breathe.
Good to know.

You liar! You think we don't
know that you're behind this
or that you've been playin' us?

What are you, huh?
Show me. What are you?
A monster? Show me!

Used to hit
a lot harder, gramps.

No. Your head's
just gotten thicker.

You're not gonna win this time.

Vampire with a soul.

Nobody knows what side
he's gonna fight on...

when the big show
comes down.

- Except we already know which
side you're on, don't we?

Already made your choice.

Traded in your cape and tights
for a nice, comfy chair
at Wolfram and bloody Hart!

A little more complicated
than that.

You always were
a bit simple, Willy.

-
Don't touch her!
- A little late for that, Willy.

And I really don't like it
when you raise your voice to me.

William, don't play
such a sad tune.

Give us a kiss then.

Why did you-- You knew.
You knew she was mine.

Did I?

You knew bloody well!

You just don't get it
now, do you?

Well, you're new
and a little dim,

so let me explain to ya
how things are now.

There's no belonging
or deserving anymore.

You can take what you want,
have what you want,

but nothing is yours.

Not even her.

You're wrong. We're forever,
Drusilla and me.

Are we?

Ah, still the poet,
now aren't we, Willy?

William.
Right. William.

You know,
you really should find
a new name for yourself.

It just doesn't strike
the right note of terror.

Tell you what, William.

If you want her,
come and take her.

Come on, hero.
Tell me more.

Teach me what it means,

and I'll tell you why you can't
stand the bloody sight of me!

Tell it to your therapist.

'Cause every time
you look at me...

you see all the dirty
little things I've done,

all the lives I've taken
because of you!

Drusilla sired me,
but you made me a monster.

I didn't make you, Spike.
I just opened up the door
and let the real you out.

You never knew the real me.

Too busy tryin' to see
your own reflection,

praying there was someone
as disgusting as you
in the world,

so you could stand
to live with yourself.

Take a long look, hero.
I'm nothing like you.

No, you're less.

That's why Buffy
never really loved you.

Because you weren't me.

I guess that means she
was thinkin' about you...

all those times
I was puttin' it to her.

All right.
Let's finish this.

Take small sips.

It's gonna hurt
to swallow for a while.

- You're gonna be okay. Just--

You don't have to pretend
to care.

- What?
- Come on, Fred.

I know what you think of me.

Or what you all--

Look. What Charles said about us
thinking you're behind,

you know, everything--

He was under the effects--

Eve.

I'm not the bad guy.

How does it feel?

- You tell me.

Aaah!

Probably should've dusted you,

but honestly, I don't want
to hear her bitch about it.

Spike, wait. Wait.

That's not a prize
you're holding.

It's not a trophy.

It's a burden.

It's a cross.

One you're gonna have to bear
till it burns you to ashes.

Believe me. I know.

So ask yourself...

is this really the destiny
that was meant for you?

Do you even really want it?

Or is it that you just want
to take something away from me?

Bit of both.

Spike!

It's...

Mountain Dew.

Angel! God, what happened?

I fell down... some stairs.

Big stairs. Gunn.

We've tried everything--
medical, mystical.
Nothing's stopping it.

Still goin' on?
And getting worse.
What about the cup? Did you--

It was a fake.
Somebody set us up.
What? Who?

I don't know. Sirk was the one
who sent us there. Maybe he's--

Gone. Cleaned out his office
and pulled a puff of smoke.

Stairs, huh?

All right. Sirk's gone,
the cup is a fake,
but the madness is real.

- What are we gonna do about it?
- I say we start
by untying the brother.

Charles.

Am I in trouble?

Hey, what the hell happened?

Senior partners stepped in.
Apparently they were working
on the problem since it started.

They managed to temporarily
stabilize the universal equilibrium.

Temporarily. For how long?

What about Sirk and this fantasy
he fed us about the cup?

The partners don't know
a thing about it.
They're as angry as you.

- Really doubt that.
- Don't worry, Angel.

Sirk can't hide for long.
We'll bring him in, find out
who put him up to it.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have to go home
and ice my neck.

Uh, Eve.

Listen. I'm really--

Don't sweat it, counselor.
You have other things
to worry about.

The whole Shanshu thing's
still unresolved.

Still two vampires with souls.

Guess that's a question
for another day.

Any more days like today,
and there won't be another day.

Yeah, well, meantime,

this souled ex-ghost vampire's
got some corporeal drinking
to catch up on.

What do you say, Charlie boy?
Feel like gettin' pissed?

Oh, nah, man. My head feels
like it's gonna split open...

and toss my toys and candy
all over the floor.

You're way ahead of me.
Fair enough.

Maybe you should have
Fred check you out.

No. She'll just want
to strap me down again.

You okay?

I don't know.

He beat me, Gunn.

Who, Spike? Looks to me
like he got as good as he--

No. He beat me to the cup.

You mean the fake cup?
The make-believe fairy-tale cup?
So what?

No, you don't--

He won the fight, Gunn.
For the first time.

Doesn't matter if that cup
is real or not.

In the end, he--

Spike was stronger.
He wanted it more.

Angel, it doesn't
mean anything.

What if it does?

What if it means...

I'm not the one?

You know, funny thing
about throwing the universe
out of whack--

not as fun as it sounds.

On the plus side,
they totally fell for
the Cup of Torment thing...

just like
you thought they would.

And our Mr. Sirk
pulled off his vanishing act
without a hitch...

right under
the senior partners' noses.

And you might be happy to know
Team Angel is on red alert.

Could be they think the partners
just fired a warning shot
across their bow.

Oh, and by the way,

Spike didn't kill Angel,

but they did beat each other
to bloody pulps.

Well, it's a start.

Grr! Arrgh!