Buffy asks if the ritual will kill Angel, and Giles says yes, which is the worst news of all, since it's not like Spike would have killed him afterward anyway or anything. The gang starts to research where the ritual will take place. Willow reassures Buffy that they'll save Angel, but Kendra opines that their priority is to stop Dru. I admire Kendra's devotion to duty, but it seems obvious that the two goals go hand in hand here, as Buffy points out -- three guesses as to what I'm going to say next -- snittily. "Are you gonna help me or are you gonna get out of my way?" Kendra, with a dramatic pause, a cheek-suck, and an eye-roll: "I'm wichew." What chew talkin' 'bout, Kendra? Buffy: "Spike is going down. Nobody messes with my boyfriend." Geez, Buffy, is this project to eliminate Spike a ten-year undertaking? I'm surprised "municipal planner" wasn't one of your career aptitudes. Although Spike did technically "go down" in only four years, so good job there, I guess. ["Drummer, can we get a rim-shot? Thanks." -- Sars]
Dru sings the "run and catch" song as she opens a box and retrieves a small pitcher of what is soon revealed to be holy water. She tells us a few factoids about her mother, and kneels beside Angel, who's now shirtless, with each arm lashed to one of the bedposts. You know, he really did look pretty good back then. When did he go all pasty and puffy? Are he and Xander on the same diet? As Dru continues to disseminate information about her mother about which I care approximately as much as the scheduled release date of Corey Feldman's next album, she pours some holy water on Angel's chest, and he gasps in pain. All you people reading this at work can take solace in the fact that no matter how many unctuous middle managers you've had to deal with today, Angel is having a worse day than you are. Dru's enjoying herself at first, but when Angel starts to tell her he'd undo his crimes against her family if he could, her tone turns emotional and vicious, and she eventually dumps the entire pitcher on his chest, eliciting a scream. As much crap as I give her for her accent, and the character in general, Juliet Landau did a very nice job with that scene, possibly because it involved direction other than "swan about crazily until everyone watching wants to slap you into the middle of next week."