INT. FAITH'S HOTEL ROOM - MORNING
ANYA stirs and wakes up. She rubs the sleep out of her eyes
and turns to find Faith's side of the bed empty. In fact,
Faith is absent completely. Anya lazily smiles rubs the
Mmm, Faith, oh what you can do for
a woman. If you were here now, the
things I'd do to you...and then let
you do to me again and so on and so
on. Where are you? I'm sure
wherever and whatever you're doing,
you are feeling plenty goodness.
The doorknob jiggles and the door opens slightly. Anya
lights up and jumps out of bed--naked--and positions herself
near the door. The door flies open causing Anya to fall on
her ass backwards. FAITH walks in carrying a huge box
labeled DELL. Faith puts it down on the floor and sees Anya.
Did I hit ya? If so--whoops.
Where were you?
Gettin' a computer.
Same reason as everyone else: porn.
You bought one at this hour?
Stole it around four--realized it
was pretty good exercise walkin'
around with it, so I took a stroll.
Stole? As in thievery? Why would
you do that?
Felt like it. Don't got enough
money. Store was closed and I
REALLY wanted the thing. Why do ya
Is that a trick question involving
your unstable emotional state?
You have fun last night?
More than I ever had at Six Flags
and Disneyland combined.
I'm glad to hear that. Now get the
fuck out...naked or clothed--your
Faith strides into the bathroom and slams the door shut.
Anya's hurt and disappointed.
And don't even think about takin'
my underwear as a souvenir.
INT. BUFFY'S BEDROOM - MORNING
BUFFY awakens with DAWN clinging to her asleep. Buffy
disentangles herself from Dawn and gets out of bed. She
sways and fixes her outfit, running her hand over the left
side, shoulder-down. She's icked out.
I love this shirt. I hate doing
You're grounded...next week, when
you're feeling better.
INT. SUMMERS BASEMENT - MINUTES LATER
Buffy walks down the steps and over to the washing machine.
She takes off her shirt and tosses it in. She looks
thoughtful and fingers her cheeks softly.
She walks over to the punching bag hanging from the ceiling,
admiring it for a moment before touching it and massaging
her forehead against it. She taps it with her hand causing
it to swing and prepares to hit it but before she can, the
chain snaps and the bag hits the ground. She eyes the bag
and then looks skyward.
If this is some kind of metaphor,
please--please come down here so I
can kick your ass.
INT. DRUSILLA'S LITTLE HOUSE - MORNING
DRUSILLA'S eyes flutter open. Her hand fondles her bandaged
neck sensitively. She scans the room and she GASPS with
dread at the sight of:
MISS EDITH HANGING FROM THE CEILING VIA ROPE TIED AROUND HER
Drusilla SCREAMS. SPIKE enters. Drusilla sees him and
You're not much of a looker
yourself at this moment love. So
I'll let that one go.
But--you are still--
--Kicking? Bet your sweetly
chilled rear on it. And you're
still screaming...a perfect match
I don't feel right Spike.
Comes with being a vampire who
loses a lot of blood...but I filled
you with plenty of fluids just like
the doctor ordered.
What did you do to Miss Edith?
She had it coming...told me to keep
the telly down during the game.
You know how I am when Manchester's
That bad girl tried to kill me--
inflict unwelcome pain on me.
She'll pay for it soon enough.
Pain begets pain--suffering can
only bring more suffering...once
you've experienced the
sensation...it's addictive. Don't
worry love, I've still got the
In addition to a soul.
Spike right up into Drusilla.
Quit carping on that! It's
irrelevant. Unless you want to end
up back in the ground with your
blasted dolls stuffed down your
throat and up your blowhole, you'll
shut up about something you have no
true grasp of.
Spike grabs Drusilla's face roughly and kisses her. She's
not receptive. After a few moments, he ends it.
Go back to sleep--revenge begins
Spike grins wickedly.