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Any psychiatric nurse,
please pick up extension 432.

Any psychiatric nurse,
please pick up extension 432.

Hey, Doc? Running low
on diazepam... again.

Call Jacobson over at county
and see if they can spare any.
Give me one.

Okay. Um--

"In a mellifluous manner."
Seven letters, ends in a "Y."

Give me another one.

Dr. Rabinaw!

It's Phillip.

What happened?
I-- I don't know.

He started convulsing
right after he took his meds.

- How much lithium
did you give him?
- Lith-- No, he gets Thorazine.

Thorazine?
He's manic-depressive.
He doesn't need a sedative.

I'm sorry.
I must've gotten them mixed up.

Who didn't get
their Thorazine?

Oh, God.

Peterson!

It's all right, Dana.

It's me, Dr. Rabinaw.
Remember?

Just take it easy.
I want you to listen to me.

You're very sick,

and we just...

want to make you better, okay?

Oh, no.

- No!
-

Yes, I know, but he wouldn't
have pled nolo contendere
if he'd known...

about the exculpatory evidence
being withheld
by the prosecutor.

Look, set up a meeting with
Judge Braeden, closed chambers.

Well, screw the D.A. He's the
one trying to pull a fast one.

Let him read about
it in the paper.

You sure that's a good idea?

Playing chicken
with the district attorney
of a major metropolitan city?

Just a little
professional rivalry.

You want ugly? See us
go at it on the golf course.

You play golf?
Since-- What?

All part of the mojo
the big boys installed.

Half the cases that cross
our desk are settled out
on the links...

before they ever make it
to trial.

Nine holes instead
of a jury of your peers.

Just what the founding fathers
had in mind.

Well, sometimes you gotta work
the system before it works you.

That our new motto?

Look, I know our move to
Wolfram and Hart hasn't been
all flowers and candy.

But we've been able to do some
serious good while we're here.

Lives saved, disasters averted,
with all our fingers and souls
still attached.

End of the day, I'm thinkin'
we made the right choice.

Maybe we made a mistake
comin' here.

- What's goin' on?
- Parasite Eve,
right on out the door.

- You're firing her?
- Well, that's one option.

A generous one,
considering she tried
to kill you.

Okay, first, the parasite
she allegedly sicced on you
wasn't meant to be fatal.

No. Just send you
into a permanent
hallucinogenic coma.

And what's with the "alleged"?
You don't believe
I know it was her?

It's not about what I believe.
It's about the evidence.

This isn't a courtroom, Gunn.
Things work with a bit more
immediacy in the real world.

She's liaison to
the senior partners.

You don't get to be that
without serious juice.

Move against her without
solid proof, and it could end
in a long, bloody fight.

Okay, fine. I think
I liked you better when you
just wanted to hit people.

Rational thought.
It's an acquired taste.

Wait a minute.
So we're not gonna snap Twiggy
into little sticks?

- Gunn's right.
We can't risk it... yet.
- We'll restrict her access.

Keep a closer eye on what
she's up to. Play her like
she's been playin' us.

Boss, we just got a tip some
loony's hatched from the bin.

- A who did a what?
- A girl over in the nuthouse
went all Cuckoo's Nest.

- Hacked up a couple of guards,
went over the wall.
- Really not our department.

- Notify the authorities.
Make sure they're on it.
- Okay.

But they better bring a priest.
Looks like this chick's gone
all kinds of Exorcist.

- Wait a minute.
She's possessed?
- Duh.

Didn't I say that?

I'll get a team together.
No. Wait.

I don't wanna go stormin' in
with troops until we know
what we got here.

I've seen a few of these
possession cases. They have
to be handled very carefully.

Real finesse job.

Oh.

Bitty slug I saved you from
scramble your brains after all?
Come to check yourself in?

What are you doin' here,
Spike?
Didn't get the memo?

Hero of the people now.
Then go and annoy them.

When I'm done.
Heard one of the simples
went for a stroll.

And I'll get her back,
without your help.

Goody for you,
'cause not offering it.

Look, shouldn't you be out
on the streets, protecting
the city from people like you?

I go where I'm needed.
Which isn't here.

Gentlemen, may I help you?
Can I help you?

Other way around, Doc. I'm--
Here to get
your patient back.

Angel.
Wolfram and Hart.

A lawyer?
I already told the police
everything I know.

Well, let's go over it again,
just in case you left out
any details.

Yeah, what he said,
but with a bit more
of a threat at the end.

She was a special case.

Her family was murdered
in their home when she was ten.

Whoever did it took Dana
and tortured her for months.

She was found one day
naked and bleeding,

wandering the streets,
barely functional.

- Nearly catatonic ever since.
- Looks like
she snapped out of it.

Several months ago
her condition changed.

Increasing levels
of agitation...

accompanied by
explosive outbursts
of inhuman strength.

- Right. Demon possession.
- That's ridiculous.

- Look, you're
not helpin', Spike.
- No, I'm doing.

You can hang out for
the show-and-tell me nothing.

I got a demon
needs repossessing. Ta.

Sorry. He's--
Is pathological idiot
an actual condition?

May I suggest that
you stop your friend?

If he finds Dana,
he's gonna wind up dead
like the others.

Yeah, but he'll just
end up comin' back.

What isn't he tellin' me?

Rabinaw videoed
all his sessions with her.

Show me.

Um--

Uh--

Hey, you gonna pay for those?

Excuse me.

Miss, you can't
just eat those like that.

You gotta take 'em
up to the register
and pay for 'em first.

Hey, come on.
Knock it off, would--

All right, now.
You just stay right like that.

I don't wanna
have to hurt you.

And that's with the Thorazine.

These tapes
are all of her?
Most of 'em, yeah.

Rabinaw's planning on
writing a book on her.

That's why he doesn't
want anybody to know
about these. Putz.

You're the one that called
Wolfram and Hart?

My cousin's a paralegal there.
Told me about the big shake-up.

Lots of positions opening.
So I thought, hey,
Uh-huh.

maybe if I tipped you on this,
I could get my foot in the door.

Oh, wait.

They're pretty much
all like that.
Bunch of monkey gibberish.

It's Romanian. Oh.

You-- You understand
what she's saying?

Yeah, I do.

Wyndam-Pryce.

Check with our police
informants. Get her
last known sighting.

I need a tactical assault team
on the ground in five minutes.

Nonlethal ordnance.
You think that's wise?

I've been brushing up
on demonic possessions--
That's not what's happening.

Look, there were drawings
of demons in her room.

Hundreds of them.
Some with a little girl in them.

I thought it was Dana,
but they're all different.
It's not her.

Are you sure?
Multiple personality manifestations...

are often associated
with cases of possession.

It's not just the drawings.
I saw a tape of her.

She was speaking
a half dozen languages.
One of 'em was Romanian.

Likin' the view, are we?

What say we have
a nice, quiet chat about
mistreating little girls?

Demon to demon.

She was yelling
about being chosen.
She's not a demon, Wes.

She's a Vampire Slayer.

What are you grinnin' at?

Oh, yeah. Look at the big,
bad demon hidin' inside
the helpless little girl.

Why don't you come on out
of there and let's have
a proper go, mate.

Or you could do that.

Sorry, luv.
I don't speak Chinese.

What happened?

I just thought I'd see
what it was like to
bounce off the pavement.

Pretty much what I expected.
Stay out of it.
Tactical's on the way.

Oh, right. Sure,
she'll hang around
till they show up.

You should have waited.
Hey, keep your knickers on.

At least now I know
what we're dealing with.
It's a Chinese demon.

Maybe a water dragon or one
of those elemental thingies.

What?

A psychotic Vampire Slayer.
How many times you gonna
keep saying that?

Just trying to wrap
my lobes around it.
A psycho Slayer.

And you let her get away.
At least I was trying
to stop her.

Oh, how'd that work out?
At least I know
the game now, don't I?

I killed two Slayers
with my own hands.

I can handle one
that's gone daft in the melon.
You're not handling anything.

Wes contacted Rupert Giles.
He sent in his top guy
to retrieve her.

Angel.

We were just about to--
Spike?

- Oh, for the love of--
- Spike?

It's you.
It's really you.

My therapist thought
I was holding onto false hope,
but I knew you'd come back.

You're like-- You're like
Gandalf the White,

resurrected from
the pit of the Balrog,
more beautiful than ever.

He's my Frodo.

He's alive.

You two know each other?

Uh, yeah.

Uh, we-- we saved
the world together.

I mean, Buffy helped,
but it was mostly us.

So what happened? Last I heard,
you went all pillar of fire
down in the Hellmouth.

Can we save memory lane
till after we contain...

this psychotic super-powered
killing machine?

We were just about to bring
everyone up to speed
on Slayer mythology.

I'll take it from here,
Pryce. Best they hear it
from an expert.

Oh, right.
Let the top man have a go.

Please, enlighten us.

Gather round and attend
to a most unusual tale.

A tale I like to call...
the "Slayer of the Vampyres."

Eons ago, on the dark continent,
three wise elders decided...

to fight evil with a taste
of its own sinistro.

They took a young girl,
and they imbued her
with the power of a demon.

Thusly, the first Slayer
of the Vampyres was born.

But, alas, the existence
of a Slayer is often brutal
and short-lived.

And the Primitive,
as she was called,
boasted no exception.

But the elders had foreseen
this inevitability...

and devised a way
for her power to live on.

In every generation,
one is chosen.

Yes, attractive, slender woman.

There are many Potentials,
as we experts call them.

Hundreds, maybe thousands
per generation.

Each of them experiencing
vivid dreams,

some say nightmares,
of the heroics of past Slayers.

But only one can be chosen.

That's, uh, really great.

But we actually know all that.

You think you know, my good man.
You think you know.

Wait. So if there's
only one Slayer,

what is little
Miss Whack Your Head Off
doing scampering around?

A little Sunnydale surprise.

Six months ago, Buffy,
Vampyr Slayer extraordinaire,

had her lesbian witch make
with the beaucoup de magie.

- One light show later--
- All the Potentials
become Slayers.

An army of Slayers.

Brilliant stratagem.
But with the Watchers
Council destroyed,

how will these new Slayers
receive their necessary--

Mr. Giles and a few
key Sunnydale alum...

have been tracking
down the recently chosen,

guiding them, training them,
giving them the full X-Men,

minus the crappy third act.

But this Dana girl,
she's an anomaly that no one
could have foreseen.

Tortured, traumatized,
driven insane by Yoda-knows-who.

And then the dreams of demons
and superpowers she's always
had suddenly become real.

The dreams of Slayers
are usually just that-- dreams.

But Dana's
mental instability may be
making them seem more real.

My hypothesis exactly, Pryce.

I see Mr. Giles may
have been wrong about you.

That explains why that skirt
was yappin' at me in Chinese.

Must've thought she was
the Slayer I took out back
in the Boxer Rebellion.

You mean the Slayer
you murdered.

Well, I didn't have
a soul back then, did I?

Right. 'Cause having one now
is making such a difference.

You corporates go ahead
with your talky-talk.

Anybody needs me,
I'll be out doin' his job.

Spike.

You think this is a joke?
Only if you're
the punch line.

We're the last two people
that should be confronting her.
She's a Slayer.

She has every reason to hate us,
and she's unstable.

In her mind, there probably
aren't any good "vampyres."

Vampires.
She exists for one reason--

to destroy creatures like us.

Dance of death.
Eternal struggle.
Right. Got it.

- You will, when she's
staking you in the heart.
- What do you want me to do?

Go all boo-hoo
'cause she got tortured
and driven out of her gourd?

Not like we haven't done worse
back in the day.

- Yeah, and it's somethin'
I'm still paying for.
- You should let it go, mate.

It's startin'
to make you look old.

Hey, you okay?

You hurt?

Miss?
You need some help?

Maybe Spike was right.
Maybe we should just
get out there and find her.

And then what? Kill her?
What's happening
isn't her fault.

She is non compos mentis.
Not that it'll matter when
she's staking you in the pump.

We know that
she's been sighted at these
locations since her escape.

Tactical's doin' a nonengagement
sweep, but they'll have to
cover over at least 60 blocks.

That'll take days,
if we're lucky.

We have to narrow it down.
Witnesses say it was like
she was looking for something.

- We have to figure out what.
- Well, why not start
at the source?

- The asylum?
- No. Where all this
started for her.

- She was abducted
from home, right?
- That was over 15 years ago.

Houses have long memories, Angelcakes.

You just gotta know how
to get 'em to talk.

All right, fine, set it up.

But let's get Andrew in on this.
See if he knows... anything.

- Um, I don't think he's here.
- What? Where'd he go?

Right.

We can play cat and mouse
all night.

Or I could wedgie
you unconscious
and be done with it.

Bravo. I see your senses
seem to be as...

well-honed as your
Viggo Mortensen pectorals.

What are you doin'
out here, Andrew?

This is where the action is,
bro. On the mean streets.
Can you dig it?

Go back to Wolfram and Hart.
Don't have time for games.

That's good,
'cause Andy ain't playin'.

You're not the only one
who's changed. Mr. Giles
has been training me.

I am faster, stronger
and 82% more manly
than the last time we--

Hardwood floors,
central air,

original wainscoting throughout.

She's a real charmer,
from top to bottom.

The walls scream with
the blood of the innocent.

I'll be in the car
if you have any questions.

And remember,
it's a seller's market.

You sure this guy's reliable?

Oh, yeah.
Vernon's top-drawer.

He does all
Tom Arnold's readings.

- What are you pickin' up?

Fear.

Anguish.

Pain.

He needed them to suffer.

Who?

She doesn't know him.

She tries to be still.

Invisible.

But he senses her.

She's gone.

Where?
Where did he take her?

Dark.

The floor is cold.

The air is thick with dust.

And the smell.

Sickly sweet like molasses.

A basement.

That's where her pain lives.

Let's try the blue one
this time.

Well, mostly I talk to Rupert.
But we all check in.

Xander is in Africa.
He sent me a mbuna fish.

And Willow and Kennedy
are in Brazil.

They're based out of Saão Paulo,
but, um, every time I talk
to them, they're in Rio.

What's it smell like?
Blood, I mean.

Metallic, sort of.
You ever taste a penny?

No. Wait. No.

Smells like that.

So, uh, heard
from Buffy lately?

Yeah, of course.
Uh, she's in Rome.

Dawn's in school there.
Italian school.

Oh, Rome, eh?
Never pegged her
for the expatriate show.

Yeah, she was rounding Slayers
up in Europe.

Decided she liked it there,
I guess.

I think that, uh--

I think she needed a break
from California.

Wait a minute.

She doesn't know you're alive,
does she?

I don't think so.
I mean, I don't know.
Does she?

No. No, no, she can't.
I mean, I would have
heard about it.

We would have had
a conference call.

Why haven't you told her?

Hello, Buffy, it's Spike.
I didn't burn up
like you thought.

How are things?

Do you want me to tell her?

'Cause I'm really good
with those delicate, personal--

No, don't tell her.
I'll take care of it.

Got it.

You're a loner,
playin' it cucumber,
as in "cool as a."

- Just keep your mouth shut.
- No problem, brother.

You're a troubled hero.
A creature of the night.

El criatura del noche.

Living by his own
rules, unafraid
of anything, anyone.

Hey, how'd it go?
I want to find the guy
who killed Dana's family.

His name, his past,
his whereabouts, everything.

Police never caught him.
Well, we're not the police.

Search our files,
talk to our contacts,
raise the dead if we have to.

Just find him. Lorne,
I wanna know where he took her
after he abducted her.

The psychic narrowed
it down to a basement
that smells like molasses.

We can do better.
Start cracking the whip.

You got it, chief.
Danny, we're gonna need a whip!

So I say, "Well,
the two of us disagree
with you, hombre."

And he's all,
"The two of you?"

And I say, "Yeah, me
and my electric net."

And then--

What's wrong?
Blood.

Smells different. Stronger.

Like nickels?

Dead end?

It's her blood.

All right, pet.
No getting away.

Got your scent locked in now.
I can track you for miles.

No escaping.

That's right, no escaping.

All the same, don't want
to have to hurt you.

It doesn't hurt
if you hold still.

Right.

Heart and head.

Have to get home.

It doesn't hurt
if you hold still.

You're a real sack of hammers,
aren't you?

Hey, don't worry. I used to date
a girl who wasn't all there.

Heart and head.

Stab the heart,
cut off the head.

- Only way to be sure.
- That's Slayer talk, isn't it?

- Keep cutting till you see dust.
- Right.

Let me explain.
You got visions, right?

Vampire, Slayer memories
kickin' around in your head.

Which is tough, 'cause it
sounds like you're past midnight
on the crazy clock anyway.

Please don't.

I have to get home to my son--
to my Robin.

Robin?

Oh, hey, you're talkin'
about Nikki, the Slayer
I offed back in--

Uh, yeah, you probably don't
want to think about that, pet.

- William the Bloody.
- No, no, no.

That's not gonna lead
anywhere good. You wanna
focus on what's real.

Head and heart.
Don't be scared.
Now, we're gonna--

You little minx.

What did you do to me?
Yellows make you weak.

Not weak anymore.

All right,
now you've made me mad.
Don't cry.

They can't hear you.

Stop!

Daddy's gone.
He can't hear you.

Goin' down, luv.

One way or the other.

Piece by piece,
yellow makes you weak.

Brown makes you sleepy.

Can't hurt me anymore.

You crazy little--

I never--
Shh. Hold still.

Count backwards.

Ten, nine,

eight, seven--

Tactical found the body here,
Fourth and Camden. Great.

She's staying in the area.
Let's get aerial surveillance
up, thermal imaging.

- Have 'em go block to block,
five-mile radius.
- What are they lookin' for?

I mean, this is an industrial
area. Most of the buildings
have a basement of some sort.

- Lorne, any luck with
the psychics on this place?
- No, nothin' new.

It's still cold, creepy,
and smells like molasses.

What about-- I almost said
the words "molasses factory"
out loud.

Whiskey.

Oh, God bless you, kitten.
I was just about
to suggest the same thing.

No, I mean when you're cookin'
up whiskey, it makes the whole
room smell like molasses.

Look for a distillery.
Get maps from ten years ago.

- Andrew--
- We were attacked.

I think she got him.
I think she got Spike.

Piece by piece.

What did you do--
Shh.

Stay quiet.
I'll let you go.

You hammer sack.

What did you do... to me?

Losing all your pieces.

Not weak.

Can't touch me anymore.

Oh, God.

I can't feel my--

No!

No more Daddy, no more Mommy,
no more hands.

You can't touch me
ever again.

I never touched you.

- Shut up!
- Stop!

You've got it wrong.

Your brain's all jumbled.
I never hurt you.

It wasn't me.

I've done my share of bad,
but you're not one of 'em.

It's someone else.

You've got me confused
with another man.

Let me go!
Let me go! Stop!

Look. Visions are mixing
with your real memories,

right,
all stuffed in your head.

Other Slayers, other places--
New York, China.

That's what you're remembering--
other Slayers.

You killed her.

Yes. But--

You killed them both.

That and worse.

But I was never here.

It doesn't matter!

Head and heart.
Keep cutting till you see dust.

Dana, look,
I'm here to help you.

The man who tried
to hurt you,
his name is Walter Kindel.

He tried to rob a liquor store
five years ago,
and the police shot him.

He's dead, Dana.
Hold still.

He can't hurt you anymore.

Can't hurt me.
Not weak anymore.

That's right.

Strong.

Slayer.

Now!

We got her. Move in.

Get the med team
down here, now!
You heard. Let's go.

Get it prepped,
put surgical on standby.
We'll be there in ten minutes.

Oh, for God's sake!
Tell the shaman no cadavers.

We've got his hands.

Go, go.

Chain her into the van.
I want armed guards ridin'
with her in the back.

That's all right, boys.
I'll take her from here.
What?

Totally appreciate your help on
this one, big guy. Never could
have found her without you.

But you've got enough problems
of your own to worry about.

Get out of the way, Andrew.

She's a Slayer.
That means she's ours.

Yeah. Sorry.
Not how it works.

Load her up. Don't hesitate
to tranq her
if she so much as--

I don't think
you heard me, Angel.

You think we're just gonna
let you take her back
to your evil stronghold?

Well, as they say in México,

no,

we're not gonna let you.

She's psychotic, and I'm not
turning her over to you.

You don't have a choice.
Check the view screen, Uhuru.

I got 12 Vampyr Slayers
behind me, and not one
of them has ever dated you.

She's coming with us,
one way or another.

You're way out
of your league.

I'll just clear this
with Buffy.

Where do you think
my orders came from?

News flash-- nobody in our camp
trusts you anymore.

Nobody.

You work for Wolfram and Hart.

Don't fool yourself.

We're not on the same side.

Thank you for your help,
but, uh, we got it.

So that's it?

Just gonna let him take her?

She's one of theirs.

They can handle it.

Besides,
you heard the man.

We got enough problems
of our own to worry about.

Come to tap-dance on
the patient, have we, Doc?

I'd give you the finger,
but apparently...

I won't have the motor skills
till the drugs wear off.

A lot of pain?

More than I'd like.

But not as much as you would.
Just what I deserve.

I didn't say that.

No. I did.

The lass thought
I killed her family.

And I'm supposed to,
what, complain...

'cause hers wasn't one
of the hundreds of families
I did kill?

I'm not saying
you're right.

'Cause, uh, I'm physically
incapable of saying that.

But, uh,

for a demon,

I never did think that much
about the nature of evil.

No.

Just threw myself in.

Thought it was a party.

I liked the rush.
I liked the crunch.

Never did look back
at the victims.

I couldn't take my eyes
off them.

I was only in it
for the evil.

That was everything to me.
It was art,

the destruction
of a human being.

Geez, I would've considered
Dana a masterpiece.

What happens to her?

I don't know.

Um, Andrew and
the Slayers took her.
Didn't trust us to help her.

Andrew double-crossed us?

That's a good move.

Hope for the little ponce yet.

Though the tingling
in my forearms tells me
she's too far gone to help.

She's one of us now.

She's a monster.

She's an innocent victim.

So were we...
once upon a time.

Once upon a time.

Grr! Arrgh!