Scott calls Buffy over in the cafeteria. He's sitting with Pete and Debbie. Scott gets on Buffy for eating only Jell-O, and she says she didn't sleep well. Debbie tells her not to tell Mr. Platt, or he'll have her start a "dream journal." That wouldn't be the best way to be declared sane, would it? "Dear Dream Journal: Last night I dreamt that there were no vampires and that Sunnydale wasn't on a Hellmouth and that I was just a normal girl, not the Slayer. Isn't that crazy?" Or some such. Debbie thinks Platt is a quack, but Buffy sticks up for him. Debbie concedes that he's funny, but sometimes she doesn't like the things he says. Scott says that his mom says therapy can be "completely helpful." In my last recap, I mentioned that Scott was about as interesting as herbal tea. I now realize that I did herbal tea a disservice with that statement. Pete: "Yeah, but your mom has the wattage of a Zippo lighter, Scott." Oh, all right: heh. Scott: "I hope you realize I don't actually know these people. I thought you would like me better if I had friends, so I hired them." I'm trying to think how to encapsulate my feelings about that line. I think I may have to quote Faith in "Doppelgangland" -- it was "just like fun, only boring." Scott nicely compliments Buffy on her appearance, but her mind is obviously elsewhere, and she quickly makes excuses and leaves. Pete: "Check out Scotty, liking the manic-depressive chick." Marti Noxon is trying to make me hate him. The thing is, it's totally working. What a dick. Scott looks worried, or at least a little less blank than usual.
Buffy visits the mansion. Angel is calmer than the night before, encouraging Buffy to ask him if he understands her. He doesn't respond, and she slowly walks over and touches him. He freaks, snarling at her, and she runs out. Quick shot of the metal support around which the manacles are chained, looking not too sturdy at all.
Debbie and Pete are cooing at each other. Debbie says she has to meet a friend, but Pete convinces her to duck into a dark room with him. They mack until Pete notices an empty jar that has a phosphorescent green residue inside on the bottom. He's concerned whether she drank it. She denies it. He earnestly asks her what's going on.
Buffy enters Mr. Platt's office. She tells him not to say anything or to turn around. Wow, I just bet he's not dead. I mean, people are never dead on TV in this situation! This is the first part of the episode that's both contrived and hackneyed, and I don't know whether to be annoyed that the episode goes downhill from here, or to be relieved that another Marti Noxon episode is going to crash and burn. You make the call. Buffy babbles that she's in trouble and can't tell her friends. Because we all know how well keeping secrets from your friends works. In tears, she says she's "so scared. It's this guy -- he..." and she walks forward and sees Platt's arm extended limply, holding a cigarette with way too much ash at the end of it. She finishes her sentence in horror: "He's come back." The camera pans over to reveal a very dead Platt, the right side of his face mauled. Well, color me stunned -- I didn't see that coming!