Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm going now.
Walk with me upon Itiashup again.
Or... Oh. Thought.
Violence does that. You know, instinct takes over.
I present to you Professor Gerhardt of the Anthropology Department.
Well, the important thing is not to panic.
Oh, no. I'm done coughing.
- Sarcasm accomplishes nothing, Giles. - It's sort of an end in itself.
The part where I help you.
- I'll go. I need the air. - Not alone.
No. She cut off her ear, then killed herself, then dumped the body...
Why. Won't. You. DIE!
I've got information - about the soldier boys you were fighting. I've got the inside scoop.
- So tell her. Help her. - If she sees me, it'll be worse.
You're supposed to be digging.
What, to this Chumash spirit vengeance guy?
- How could someone not have a ricer? - Well, do you have one at home?
Just kinda tough gettin' going today.
Fine, OK. But someone still has to go warn the dean.
- Buffy. - He's formed a raiding party.
You know how I feel about her. If there was any way...
- Sometimes vengeance is justified. - You know I didn't mean you.
- We still don't know what we're gonna do. - Maybe I can find something.
Some nice, nonjudgmental way to, you know, kill him?
I feel lousy.
But I feel we should tell her. I don't like keeping this secret.
Will, anything in those books about how to stop a Native American spirit guy?
Oh. Right. The knife was some sort of Indian artefact.
And for proof to bring back to their accusers...
Enough!
- Sounds nice. - It is.
Well, I think that's a shame. I love a ritual sacrifice.
To commemorate a past event, you kill and eat an animal.
I'm powerful and I'm beautiful and I don't need you to complete me.
Buffy, it is for to be slaying sometime soon, yeah?
Father?