Outside, Buffy tries to make a plan with Sheila, who yells to someone called "Meat Pie," and walks off. Xander and Willow join Buffy. Xander somehow already knows the task Snyder has assigned them. We see Meat Pie, who looks like he's in costume for the title role in the major motion picture Fabio Goes To West Hollywood. Xander and Willow talk about how "bad" Sheila is, which is almost always a false description in TV-land. Exhibit A: Jen Lindley. Buffy mopes that Snyder thinks she's as bad as Sheila, and that as the Slayer she sometimes needs to cut classes and fight. Xander says it's no big deal, as long as something bad doesn't happen. Buffy and Willow round on him for jinxing them, saying that now something bad is destined to happen. Willow: "What were you thinking?" Willow, it's Xander. He and his cerebellum aren't exactly on speaking terms. Buffy and Willow stomp off. Xander weakly calls after them that maybe nothing will happen. C'mon, Xander -- this isn't "Older And Far Away."
Night. "Welcome To Sunnydale" sign. A pickup truck runs over it. There's no one in the passenger seat. Maybe Dru's lying down in the back. Punk music plays as the door opens and we see a boot hit the ground. The camera pans up the famous duster to show Spike in vamp face, cigarette in his mouth. He lights up, and smirks to himself, "Home sweet home." Now that's what I'm talking about. Credits.
Factory. Some loser in vamp face is blathering about how someone needs to take the Master's place, and that the one that kills the Slayer should wear his mantle. Or his leather jacket -- it was pretty cool. The Anointed One asks Yakula if he can do it, and he says yes. He exposits that the coming Saturday is the Night of St. Vigeous, and that their power will be at its peak. He chatters that when he kills her, it'll be the greatest event since the Crucifixion. "And I should know," he smarms, "I was there." Behind him, Spike's sneering voice cuts in, "You were there? Please!" He continues that if every vamp that said he was at the Crucifixion were telling the truth, it would have been like Woodstock. Without the music or the drugs, of course. Although I hear that human blood is like a drug these days. Great. I enjoy addiction metaphors on this show about as much as I enjoyed having shingles. Getting back to pleasant episodes, Yakula makes an impotent threat. Spike turns and walks away, reminiscing that he was actually at Woodstock. "I fed off a flower person, and I spent the next six hours watching my hand move." Yakula rushes at him, but Spike closes that hand into a fist and knocks Yakula out without looking back. Ha! Back in 1997, I fell in love with Spike at that very moment, not least because he spared us any further lines from Yakula for the rest of the scene.