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- Previously.
- They want me back, Buffy. The military.

- This is good-bye? - Unless you give me
a reason to stay, I'm leaving tonight.

Riley!

- Are we having a conversation?
- What? No!

Maybe.

- We're getting married.
- Congratulations.

- Double meat is double sweet. Enjoy!
- Hey, Buffy.

We're here to support your
subsistence-level employment. Bravo.

You see, Buffy,

the thing you gotta learn
about the palace...

And this takes a while...

Is that job security all boils
down to one simple thing.

Politics. Now, I'm not
a political animal.

But you learn fast around here, or
it's... wham! Hello, glass ceiling.

I mean, it's not like we work at
burger world or the happy bun...

Where the power structure
is simple.

No. Here at the palace, you
gotta keep your friends close,

but your enemies... closer.

It's like machiavelli says...

You know machiavelli, right?

Tall guy, bleached mullet,
works day shifts?

I'm sorry. My bad. I keep forgetting
you dropped out of college.

- I'm reapplying.
- Good luck with that.

Well, gotta motor. Don't wanna
be late for night school.

- You go to night school?
- I'm working on my m.B.A.

Think I wanna spend the rest of
my life cleaning grease traps?

Ooh. Don't forget to lock up
before you go.

And the gum under the tables...

Be sure to give it a good
scrape before you leave.

- May I?
- See you tomorrow.

Yes, you will.

And the day after that
and the day after that...

And the day after that.

♪ Get the double treat
that's so double sweet ♪

♪ Oh, it's hard to beat
when the meat meets... ♪♪

Oh! Why can't I get that
stupid jingle out of my head?

Least of your problems
now, little girl.

Wait.
Okay.

Okay, let's do this.
Quickly.

What's that smell?

Geez, slayer! Is that you?
I've been working.

Where, in a slaughterhouse?
Doublemeat palace.

Oh.

You know what? Let's
just call it a night.

If it's all the same to you... and
you've been eatin' that stuff...

I'm not so sure
I wanna bite you.

You're dead.
You smell like it.

How do you get to say
I'm the one who's stinky?

Really, it-it's cool. I'll
just catch you next time.

Aw!

Oh, for Pete's sake.
Spike.

Ah, it's a fair cop.
You caught me, slayer.

However, in all honesty, I think we
have to say this one doesn't count.

After all, I wasn't
exactly hiding.

No, spike.

"No"? What kind of answer
is that?

You haven't even heard the question yet.
I don't have to.

We both know
what you're thinking.

And we both know that I'm not
the only one thinking it.

No. Not here.

Why not?

Dawn. She's inside waiting for dinner.
She's counting on me.

I'm not letting her down
by letting you in.

So it's the fear of getting
caught then, is it?

Reason number one
on a very long list.

It needn't be an obstacle.
Spike, I mean it. Come on.

I hear you're serious.
So am I.

I want you.
You want me.

I can't go inside, so...

Maybe the time is right...
For you to come outside.

Dawn.

Hey. Hi.

Rough night?
The usual.

I-I brought you dinner.

Oh, great.
Oh.

I-I know it's not
the most original these days,

but I made it myself.

I made hundreds, actually,
but this is the very best one.

It looks kinda squished.

Oh! Well, just... you know, just...
Give it a sec.

These babies really
bounce back, literally.

Buffy, it-it's not like
I don't appreciate it.

I do.
It's just that...

I can't eat this stuff another night.
I'm sorry.

Oh. No. It's all good.

I get it. Tell you what,
tomorrow night, I'll, uh,

I'll bring home the Fisherman's
nuggets with cheese.

Hey, workin' lady.
Rough night?

Why does everybody
keep asking me that?

No reason. I just thought you
were busy with the slayage...

'Cause of that grass stain.

Some vamp get rough with you?

- He's not getting any gentler.
- "He"?

They. Them.

You know, vampires in
the "general population" sense.

Now I'm gonna have to wash this.

Ready for a bold suggestion?
Blow it off.

Dawnie and I are headed
out to the bronze.

Um, do I have your permission?
And wanna come along?

You like how I slipped in that
permission request like that?

- Very smooth.
- You guys go.

- Really?
- Buffy, are you sure?

It might do you good
to get away from...

The doublemeat lifestyle
for a night.

- See your friends.
- Who'd love to see you.

I'm sure. I have seen
enough action for one night.

Home by 11:00.
On the dot.

Have a good time.

Somebody should.

♪♪

See, the seating chart
makes no sense.

We have to do it again.

We can't do it again.
You do it.

The seating chart's fine. Let's get
back to the table arrangements.

I'm starting to have dreams
of gardenia bouquets.

I am so glad my manly coworkers
didn't just hear me say that.

Will you stop
wolfing down those chips?

One more bag and you'll pop
right out of your cummerbund.

You're not even hungry.
You're just nervous.

Yeah! Wedding...
One week.

We have friends, family,
demons flying in,

a "to do" list
getting no shorter...

And do not...
Take my chips.

Hey, guys. How's
the soon-to-be newlyweds?

- Nervous?
- No!

Okay. I'll just
be over here then.

Your Arnold Palmer, milady.

Thanks. So, how are
Mr. and Mrs. high-strung?

I'm betting they explode.

You know, when I was little,
I used to spend hours...

Imagining what my wedding
to Xander would be like.

And now I look at them,

I just think... nee hee hee!

- You're awfully chipper tonight.
- Can't hide it.

Mm! Big wedding coming up...
Lots of date possibilities.

You and Tara are speaking again.

- You wanna call her, invite her over?
- Uh, no.

Too soon for so bold a maneuver.

But if I did call, she
wouldn't hang up on me.

- That's progress.
- Hence the happy.

♪♪

Garbage.
Oh!

Wait! Wait up, guys!

Wait! Oh!

Don't you want your garbage?

Hey, Buffy.

Oh, don't forget.
Today's trash day.

Thanks.

"Dear Ms. summers,
we are sorry to reject..."

- what's that?
- Nothing.

Huh.

The bronze was fun last night, in
a total home-by-elevenish way.

- You should've come.
- Maybe next time.

- Where are you going?
- School.

Oh. That's good.

Don't you want breakfast first?

Already made it.

See you this afternoon,
unless you're working.

Tonight then, or, you know,
tomorrow's cool.

Don't work too hard.

Bye.

And that's where even your best
political minds can drop the ball.

Zeitgeist. You're not taking the pulse
of the public, next thing you know,

you're l.B.J. Handing the
house keys over to Nixon.

Heard back from your college yet?
Yeah.

All right. You know,
we're out of special sauce.

I'll get it.

No, no. Your turn up front.
I'll deal back here.

You take the customers.

Welcome to the doublemeat palace.
How may I help...

You.

Hey.

Huh?

Riley. Sorry to just drop
in on you like this, Buffy.

It's you.
It's me.

You're here.
I know.

And... were you always
this tall?

Look, this isn't
the way I wanted it,

but something's come up, something
big, and we don't have much time.

You understand? Not a
word you've said so far.

Right. I should've
known, anticipated.

You're working. Just counter.
Not grill anymore.

I want to explain.
I just don't have time.

I've been up 48 hours straight tracking
something bad. Now it's come to sunnydale.

My hat has a cow.

I know that I'm putting you on the
spot showing up like this, but...

But, you know, here we are.
I need the best.

I need you, Buffy.
Can you help me?

Hello! Buffy?
People are waiting.

Buffy, I... Buffy, wait.

Buffy!

Look, I'm sorry
this is all so sudden.

If we get a minute, I'd
really like to sit down...

What is it?
Suvolte demon.

Rare, lethal. Nearly extinct,
but not nearly enough.

It's close.

What?
Sorry.

It's just...

You still carry around
all that James Bond stuff.

It's so cute.
I forgot.

Sorry. Carry on.

We've been tear-assing
through every jungle...

From Paraguay up,
taking out nests.

As soon as we put one suvolte
down, a dozen take its place.

They're breeders, Buffy. One turns into 10.
Ten become a hundred.

This gets out of hand and
there's a war with humans,

the humans are gonna lose.

So they're like
really mean tribbles.

Sorry. I've been dealing
with these... these geeks.

It's... it's a whole thing.

You ready for this?
Yes, please.

National forestry service!
We got a wild bear!

Everybody stand back!
Look out!

Split?

Riley!

You all right? I'll feel
better when we catch it.

It's too fast. I wouldn't
necessarily say that.

Nice wheels.
Came with the car.

Know where we're goin'? Got an idea.
The tag's online.

- We'll find it.
- How's your arm?

It'll heal.
How you doing?

- Complicated question.
- I just meant...

- I know.
- I hear ya.

I got some, uh, big stories
to tell you, too,

if we ever get half a second.

- Did you die?
- No.

I'm gonna win.

Here. No offense,
but this is black ops,

and you look like a pylon.

- Ninja wear?
- Battle gear.

Lightweight kevlar...
State of the art.

- What a surprise.
- Boys like toys.

Put it on.
Thank me later.

- You won't look?
- I'm a gentleman.

Okay.

So.

- The black ops life, it's working
out for you? - Don't suck.

- They got dental?
- Yeah. We're covered.

You know, there's not many people I'd
ask to risk their life for me, Buffy.

- It's really good to see you.
- Thanks.

You're welcome.

And, Buffy, love the hair.

I think we died in this car on the way to
the airport, and now we're stuck in hell.

The radio said no traffic.

It's a hell radio.
Of course it said so.

We'll never get to the airport in
time to pick up your stupid uncle.

It just gives my uncle Rory more time
at the bar. Trust me. He'll be happy.

Great. So he can sleep off his drunken
stupor on our newly reupholstered couch.

- He can't afford a hotel.
- Why are you defending him?

I'm not. I hate my uncle.
I hate my whole family.

That's why I'm marrying you...
to start a new family,

have children,
make them hate us.

One day, they'll get married... we'll sleep
on their couch. It's the circle of life.

Well, the gnarals are
teleporting in in 20 minutes.

If I'm not there to greet them,
somebody's getting incinerated.

Why did we ever agree to have
your friends, who are demons,

and my family, who are
monsters, stay at our place?

Well, I can only do
so much, Xander.

Planning this marriage is like
staging the invasion of normandy.

Without the laughs.
We should have eloped.

No! I've been through too
much planning this wedding,

and it is going to happen.

It is going to be
our perfect, perfect day...

If I have to kill every one of our
guests and half this town to do it.

Hmm. Cool ranch?

Cajun fiesta.

End of the line?
I don't see our demon.

It's not here.

Let me guess.

Down we go?

- Looks that way.
- That's a big first step.

So, Mr. Finn, got an extra
jet pack for a girl like me?

Sorry. Fresh out of jet packs.
Looks like we'll have to share.

This test line's built for one,
so if we go together,

and we're not hauling any gear...

- it'll just be you and me.
- I was never big on the hardware anyway.

- You hold on to me?
- If that's what it takes.

Come on.

Ready when you are, agent Finn.

Riley!

Hey. Hey there.

What exactly are you doing
with my husband?

"Husband"?

Wife.

And those aren't code names
like big dog or falcon or...

I didn't think so.

Buffy, meet Sam.
Sam, Buffy.

Pleasure.
Demon.

Mine.

- She's good.
- She's a special one.

How long have you been married?

Four months almost.
Mazel tov.

- Any children? - Buffy, I meant to
tell you when the time was right.

She caught up to us a hell of a lot
faster than I would've guessed possible.

- She does that.
- So you-you guys do this often,

you know, the whole "husband-wife
tag team demon-fighting" thing?

It's what brought us together. I
almost feel sorry for the suvolte.

But not quite.

- Call this your wedding gift.

So, guess that's
"mission accomplished."

She killed it.

Oh, honey.
That's okay.

"Okay"?

Wait. You guys have been
tracking this thing...

As a couple
for two days straight,

and you did want it dead, right?

- Oh.
- Let me guess.

Captain can-do over here
forgot to mention...

That this was
a homing operation.

But it's nice to finally
meet you, by the way. Knife.

- What is a homing operation?
- It's my fault. I should've explained.

That would've saved me
some... trouble.

Damn.

We're too late. Finn, how could
you recruit the slayer...

Without filling her in
on the objective?

- That'd be my question. - If we
weren't under severe time constraints,

I'd seriously think about
ripping you a new one.

- Stand down, soldier.
- He's your boss too?

Oh, he wishes.
We better regroup.

Buffy, I'd hate
to impose further,

but...
You got a safe house?

I-I have a house.
I think it's safe.

Sometimes you can't even leave.

Um... I know the way.

And I'll fill you in...
On everything.

Sorry the place is such a mess.

I haven't had a chance
to give it a good clean.

- Hey.
- Agent Finn returns.

Dawn. Geez, look at you. I think
you grew a foot and a half.

- A lot can happen in a year.
- Well, it's good to see you.

Hey, there's the man!
Life taker, heartbreaker...

You know, figuratively speaking.

Xander, Sam. Willow.
Hi.

- Hi.
- We got your call.

We're here to help.
Just like old times.

Except with you being all
big with the married life.

Hear you're gettin' hitched yourself.
Believe me. You're gonna love it.

Congratulations.
Really. Both of you.

Just so you know, I'm prepared to
hate this woman any way you want.

Thanks, but no. I don't
wanna seem all petty.

Well, that's the beauty.
You can't, but I can.

Please. Let me carry
the hate for the both of us.

Go nuts.

So, what brings you
back to town...

After you left suddenly
with no word?

Sam and I have been tracking a suvolte
demon through central America.

Killing machine, nearly mature.

Three months old
and growing fast.

These things start to kill the minute they're
hatched and leave a real clear trail.

Yeah. Just follow the villages with
nothin' in 'em but body parts.

Uh, dawn, are you sure you want
to be around hearing all this?

Oh, come on, Finn.
She looks all grown up to me.

That is, if it's all right
with you?

Uh, sure.
Yeah, it's fine.

So this demon
shredded your guys,

and now you're looking
for a little payback?

No. It came here
to the hellmouth to spawn.

But we think it already
hatched its eggs somewhere.

The plan was to track it, let
the demon take us to its nest.

And now they're going to hatch
a bunch of baby demon things?

- Unless we stop it. - Which means
we have to find the nest and fast,

before sunnydale turns into
the "troublemeat" palace.

I wish I'd said something else.

Okay, so we track down
the demon, find the nest.

Mr. and Mrs. Finn here make with the
killin', and everyone goes home happy.

But, seriously,
if forced to choose between,

uh, photographer
and place settings...

We can't track the demon.

I killed it.

So, who's hungry?
We got, uh...

- Ice cubes.
- All you can eat.

Buffy, it's good that you killed
the suvolte before it killed us.

- Disposable cameras.
- Di... huh?

Yeah, you know, little plastic
ones... 10 bucks a pop.

Arrange 'em like table settings.

Guests snap photos...
It breaks the ice.

Then when the wedding's over, you
get to take home the pictures.

I like it.

So, demon eggs... any timetable on
when we think they're gonna hatch?

Hatching's not the problem.

We think they're gonna
be sold on the black market.

There are some foreign military powers
that would love to have their own suvolte.

You could never train it, but
drop it on an urban population...

And it cleanses the area.

Is that a nice way of saying
it kills people?

Lots of 'em.
Money's been exchanged.

There's a dealer in town.
Calls himself "the doctor."

Willow, you think you can help
with a little locating spell?

I can't do the magics.

Riley says you're comin' on
as one major league wicca.

I got addicted,
the way addicts do.

Two teams.
No civilians.

I'll go out and look for our doctor.
You two find that nest.

Me and Sam together?

You come across a suvolte nest,
you're gonna want backup.

You know, I don't wanna be
draggin' down the slayer.

You've got speed and power
I can't even...

Let's go. Xander, are you
okay to stay with dawn?

- Yeah.
- - I'll check out some bars...

Willy's...
Some crypts that I know.

Hey, Willow.

I'm sorry.
I think I really...

Stepped in it in there.

Back in the jungle,
we had not one,

but two hard-core shamans
working for us.

They were workin' the dark magics and...
got addicted.

And now they're gone.

Gone as in...

There's nothing left.

I've never met anyone with
enough strength to quit before.

I'm just saying.

- Thanks for letting me tag along.
- - No problem.

Maybe not for you.

I gotta tell you, Buffy. I'm
a little bit intimidated.

I mean, patrolling with
the real live slayer.

You're like Santa claus
or Buddha or something.

- Fat and jolly?
- Legendary.

And it's not just slayer status
I'm talking about. It's you.

Riley talks about me?

He didn't say anything
for a long time,

but I could tell...
He was ripped up inside.

Good thing he has you.

More like miraculous.

I went down to central America
with the peace corps.

One night, my entire infirmary
got slaughtered by...

I didn't know what they were.

I got saved,

quit the corps,
joined the squad.

My first firefight, I met Riley.

We started talking, you know?

First about tactics,
missions, stuff like that.

And then about you.

He thinks I let him go.

Do you wish you hadn't?

I wish things were different.

I'm not trying to... I don't...

You know.

I didn't mean to put you
on the spot, Buffy.

There's no bad guys in this one.

The only thing that could help
Riley work it out was time.

Lots of time.

Took him a year to get over you.

I'm glad he's over me.

So, you seeing anyone new,
someone special?

You know, I'll just...
Take my time, you know.

I don't want to jump
right into anything.

I don't wanna, you know,
be defined by who I'm with.

Yeah. Better no guy than the wrong guy.
That's for sure.

Sam, you know what?
Um, I think we should split up.

Oh. I'm slowing you down.
I knew I would.

- This was just selfish of me.
- No. It's not.

There's this guy, uh, an
informant, but he's twitchy.

I show up with company,
and we get nothing.

Cool. I'm guessin'
Finn needs me about now.

He's probably off somewhere
gettin' his ass kicked.

You know how wild he gets.

Don't worry about ri and me.
We're good.

I noticed.

Buffy.
Hey, now.

If I'd have known you were
comin', I'd have baked a cake.

I need information.

Well, I suppose I could be helpful...
If the price is right.

I'm not sure I'm selling out at
doublemeat palace wages though.

I need to find a guy... dealer.
Calls himself "the doctor."

- Human?
- His traffic isn't.

- Clock ticking?
- Whatever he's doing, he's doing it soon.

Soon, but not now?

Tell me you love me.

I love you.
You know I do.

Tell me you want me.

I always want you.

In point of fact... shut up.

Well, looky here.

I don't usually use
the word "delicious,"

but I've got a wager this little
tableau must sting a bit, eh?

Me and your former?
Must kill.

What can I say?

The girl just needs a
little monster in her, man.

That's not why I'm here, doctor.

Oh, god.

Here I thought we'd run
you out of town, mate.

Last time I saw you,
if memory serves,

you were getting the juice
sucked out of you...

By some undead ladies of very
questionable reputation.

Now, be a good tin soldier
and, um...

Where are they, doctor?

Where are what? And why do
you keep calling me that?

Glad to be back in sunnydale.
Locals all speak english,

and I know who to beat
for information.

- It's all brought me here.
- Look, crew cut,

she's not your bint anymore,
and, if I can speak frankly,

she always had a little thing for
me even when she was shagging you.

Nice.
That's very distracting.

Now tell me before
I get unprofessional.

- Where are the eggs, spike?
- Eggs?

You're off your nut.

It must be those drugs they were
keeping you on. I did warn you.

We can do this the hard way, or
we can do this the fatal way.

Where are the eggs?

The doctor... it can't be spike.
No need to defend me, love.

Look, it... it can't be, okay?

He's too incompetent.
It's just spike, Riley.

Right. Deadly, amoral,
opportunistic.

Or have you forgotten?

I'm takin' this place apart until I
find that nest. Over my dead body.

I've seen enough of your dead
body for one night, thanks.

Well, you're not...

You coming?

Oh, this is... unconstitutional
is what it is!

- Here! There's nothin'
to see down there!

Riley, look, I'm not saying
that he's good, okay?

I'm just saying that he's not
capable of something as...

I can explain.

We're gonna need more weapons.
Spike screwed up.

You didn't keep 'em frozen,
did you, doctor?

You can stop
calling me that anytime.

If I may, the thing of it is, I'm
holding these for a friend who...

No more games.

Well, that's bloody funny
coming from you!

"No more games"?

That's all you've ever done
is play me.

And you keep playing with the
rules you make up as you like.

You know what I am. You've always known.
You come to me all the same.

- Can you shut him up?
- Not so far.

We better get outta here.

On second thought, stick around.

Riley, I... aim high!
Plenty of lead!

I'm not exactly gun girl.
You wanna live? Learn fast.

These things... never useful.

We have to pull out.

We need a way to contain
these things before... Riley!

Get down!

If you love Riley Finn so much,

maybe you should just marry him.

He's taken.
And that's not the point.

You think their marriage is
better than ours. Is that it?

No. But granted, I have a hard time
imagining Nick and Nora fury...

Hiding out from their own
relatives in the bathroom.

And I have no idea what Riley and Mrs.
Riley's wedding was like.

- Well, you haven't shut up about them.
- They have a great marriage.

And it bummed Buffy out,
but I can see it.

And, Anya, I really have no clue

what their wedding was like.

So our wedding...

Is not our marriage.

Separate things.
One fills me with a dread...

Akin to public speaking
engagements.

- And that would be the wedding.
- Which will be over soon.

- But our marriage...
- That lasts forever.

Ah, well. That works out
nicely then.

So, are you and Sam headed
back to central America,

or is that classified?

Nepal.
Sounds fun.

I'll send you a postcard.

Buffy, listen... Riley, I...

By mission parameters,
I'm done here,

but I have authorization
to take the doctor out.

You want me to do that?
Do I want you to...

How can you ask me...

I'm sleeping with him.

I'm sleeping with spike.

I had actually noticed that.

And then you come back, and...

And did you wait until your
life was absolutely perfect...

And then send that demon here, so
you could throw it in my face?

Look, you think
this was easy for me?

Yeah. I think it was a rollicking
adventure... fun for the whole family.

I was terrified
about seeing you again.

I'm sure my incredible pathetic-ness
softened the blow for you.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Riley, please don't
patronize... hey!

You want me to say that I liked
seeing you in bed with that idiot?

Or that blinding orange
is your very best color?

Or that that burger smell
is appealing?

You smelled the smell?

Buffy, none of that
means anything.

It doesn't touch you.

You're still the first woman
I ever loved...

And the strongest woman
I've ever known.

Now I'm not advertising
this to the missus,

but you're still
quite the hottie.

You know, it goes away
after many bathings.

This isn't about who's on top.

I know how lucky I am right now.

I love my work,
and I love my wife.

I know.

And I kind of love her too.

And so you're not in
the greatest place right now.

And maybe I made it worse. No.

The wheel never stops turnin',
Buffy.

You're up. You're down.

It doesn't change what you are,
and you are a hell of a woman.

Riley, that night,

I never got the chance
to tell you...

How sorry I was...

About what happened between us.

And you never have to.

Well, the wedding itself was
held in a military chopper...

Just before a hairy night drop
into hostile territory.

And just curious... what's a
chopper rental run these days?

Oh, well, actually, we commandeered
it from a local guerrilla squad.

So, cheap.
Ah.

Yeah.

You have my e-mail. You
promise you'll keep in touch?

You won't get traced? I don't
wanna lead the bad guys...

To your location by mistake.

- Our line's secure.
- Oh. Duh. Of course it is.

I keep thinking of you like regular
people, but, no, you're not.

Oh, right. Like demon-hunting is all
exotic to a girl from sunnydale.

So, you gonna say good-bye
this time or just...

Split all secret agenty
like last time?

Depends. I warrant a hug?

Good-bye, dawn.

I thought it would suck less this time.
It doesn't.

It was really nice
meeting you all.

You ready for Nepal, agent?

Soldier.

Firefights, bug hunts,
big body counts?

Yeah, I could use a break.

Bye!
Bye!

Bye, Riley!
Bye, Sam!

What a bitch.

So she's back.

Thought you'd be off
snoggin' with soldier boy.

He's gone.

So you come for a bit
of cold comfort?

The bed's a bit blown up, but
then that was never our...

I'm not here to...

And I'm not here to bust your chops
about your stupid scheme either.

That's just you.
I should've remembered.

This is worse then, is it?
This is you telling me...

It's over.

I've memorized this tune, love.
I think I have the sheet music.

It doesn't change what you want.

I know that.
I do want you.

Being with you...

Makes things simpler...
For a little while.

I don't call five hours
straight "a little while."

I'm using you.

I can't love you.

I'm just being
weak and selfish...

Really not complaining here.

And it's killing me.

I have to be strong about this.

I'm sorry, William.

Grr! Arrgh!