TEXT: Prologue: Angel's mansion. The lights are low. The logs in the fireplace are burning steadily. Candles are lit throughout the room. The camera pans across a blanket upon which are the remains of a cozy picnic dinner. Suddenly Buffy hits the floor in front of the fireplace hard on her back. She has her right knee pulled up to her chest. Angel crouches over her, holding himself up with his arms and grinning down at her. She uses her leg to throw Angel over her head. He flips backward and lands flat on his back. Buffy does a kick-up, bringing her up to a standing position, and spins around to face Angel as he gets to his feet. He hesitates for a moment before lunging at her with a wide punch that she easily ducks. She comes up behind him, and he turns around to face her. He tries a left-hand punch, but she inner form blocks it and flies into a half-spinning in-to-out crescent kick. Angel ducks it, but gets knocked off his feet when Buffy keeps on spinning downwards with a back leg sweep, sending him to the floor. She scrambles to grab a baguette from the blanket and rolls toward Angel. She comes up straddling him at the waist and plunges the long, thin loaf at his chest, stopping just short of penetration. Buffy: Gotcha! Angel: (defeated) Uhh! Right in the heart. Buffy: (smiling) Satisfied? Angel: I'm not sure that's the word. Buffy: (taken aback) Okay. She sets aside the baguette, stands up and takes a few steps away. Buffy: I didn't mean'satisfied' like... He grabs the baguette and gets up also. Angel: No, I, I wasn't trying to... Buffy: (awkwardly) 'Cause we're not having satisfaction in the personal sense. Angel: Of course. (exhales) Buffy: (smiles) I should go. (walks past him) Giles is... Angel: (turns
SUMMARY:
Giles secretly prepares Buffy for the Cruciamentum, an ordeal the Watchers' Council requires every Slayer endure on her eighteenth birthday. Giles helps Buffy, thereby affecting his job as a watcher.