(Cut to Spike sitting in a chair, being bound by rope by Buffy.)

SPIKE: Grrr. Bloody hell, woman. You're cuttin' off my circulation.

BUFFY: You don't have any circulation.

SPIKE: Well, it pinches.



BUFFY: Get used to it. I have more important things to worry about.

SPIKE: I came to you in friendship.

(Buffy gives him a look.)

SPIKE: Well, all right, seething hatred, but I've got useful information, and I feel I'm being mistreated.

BUFFY: So tell me everything you know.

SPIKE: I'm too hungry to remember everything.

BUFFY: Then sit.

(Anya interupts from the stove, where she's stirring a pot.)

ANYA: Uh, how much butter goes in with these?

BUFFY: About half a stick and a quarter cup of brandy. (To Giles.) You do have brandy, don't you?

GILES: What? Oh, yes. Um, on the bookcase.

SPIKE: (hopeful) I wouldn't say no to a brandy.

(everyone ignores him)

BUFFY: (to Giles) What's wrong?

GILES: The victims. Apart from xander, Hus has targeted authority figures. Father Gabriel, the curator of the cultural center. Who else fits this pattern?

SPIKE: Just a small brandy.

• Spike's uneasy truce with the gang

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