Cordy and Doyle find Spike is lurking in some shadows, because it's daytime, and he's a vampire, and vampires don't like sunlight, unless they're Angel. Spike asks for the ring, and they tell him they don't have it, but they know where it is. "And suddenly, I'm so painfully bored," says Spike. They insist that Spike must take them to Angel so they can make sure he's okay, and then they'll tell Spike where the ring is.

Spike enters the warehouse with Doyle and Cordy. They try to rush over to Angel, but Spike stops them and demands the ring. Doyle takes it out of his pocket and tosses it onto the floor past Spike. As Spike turns around to grab the ring, Oz crashes through the warehouse door with his van. Spike is knocked to the ground for some reason. As Cordy and Doyle free Angel and carry him to the van, Oz points two crossbows through the driver's window and says, with a little nod, "Spike." Spike looks taken aback. The Ozmobile zooms away. Spike looks around on the floor and realizes that both the ring and Marcus are gone. "Bloody hell," he sighs.

Marcus walks into the sunlight as the music of looming doom thuds into our skulls.

Johanna and I have another quick chat during the commercial break:

Johanna: [who likes Oz] My boyfriend saved the day.
Strega: My boyfriend made fun of Angel.
Johanna: My boyfriend used the word "laconic."
Strega: My boyfriend beat up Angel.
Johanna: My boyfriend drives a van.
Strega: My boyfriend has a cool leather trenchcoat.
Johanna: My boyfriend is in a band.
Strega: ...Okay, you win.

Still at the warehouse, Spike smashes some stuff. "I do the work. I do the digging. Fight off a slayer. Drive to L.A.. Hire the help. And what do I get?" The captioning said "fire the help," which is further evidence of that conspiracy I mentioned in a previous recap. As Spike turns a table over, we learn that the answer to his question is "Royally screwed, is what!" He continues, more calmly, "Well, that cinches it. No more partners. From now on, I'm my own man. A lone wolf. Sole survivor. Yeah! Look out, here comes Spike! The biggest, baddest, mother --" Before he can utter a very naughty word indeed, a beam of light coming through one of the bullet holes in the roof sets his hair on fire. Having extinguished the blaze, Spike concludes, "I really hope they kill each other." I think Spike probably needs a hug right about now. He had a rough day.