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Becoming, Part One (March 9, 1998) Written by: Joss Whedon |
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ANGLE: A COBBLESTONE STREET Seen from directly above at night, moonlight raking across the cobbles. It may be difficult to tell exactly what we're looking at for a moment. Over this still image, a voice:
Here's the thing. There's moment in your life that make you. That set the course of who you're gonna be. Sometimes they're little, subtle moments. Sometimes. . . they're not. I'll show you what I mean. At that moment a man on horseback rides below us through frame and the camera arms down to reveal: GALWAY STREET - NIGHT Title reads: GALWAY, 1753 The street is near deserted, a couple of BEGGARS and DRUNKS. A pair of well heeled YOUNG GENTLEMEN are pushed out of a doorway, someone inside growling about deadbeats. One of the gents turns back, laughing. He is Angel.
We'll come back when we've found a bit more cash money. Keep the girls warm. (to his friend) Come on. We'll sneak in and take some of my father's silver. He'll never miss it. Eats with his hands, the pig. His friend falls down, drunkenly unconscious.
Or why don't you rest here.
ANGLE: A LADY of considerable means, heading alone into a dark alley. He starts after her. EXT. ALLEY - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT He comes in a few paces behind her.
So I'd ask myself, what is a lady of your station doing alone in an alley with the reputation that this one has? She turns slightly, a knowing smile playing across her lips. Those of us who know her, know her as Darla.
Maybe she's lonely.
In that case I would offer myself as escort. To protect you from harm, and to while away the dull hours.
You're very gracious.
It's often been said.
Are you certain you're up to the challenge?
Has a challenge been made, then? He approaches her slowly, still with a smile.
My lady, you will find that with the exception of an honest day's work there is no challenge I am not prepared to face. (reaches her, peers) God, but you're a pretty thing. Where are you from?
Around. Everywhere.
Never been anywhere, myself. Always wanted to see the world, but. . .
I could show you.
Could you, then?
Things you've never seen. Never even heard of.
Sounds exciting.
It is. And frightening.
I'm not afraid. Show me. Show me your world. She moves even closer to him, the sexual energy fair peaking between them as she touches his breast with her little hand.
Close your eyes. He does. She changes to vampface and bites down, hard. His eyes fly open. He is locked -- can't even struggle. Arms about her, body jerking with pain. She lets go and he collapses to his knees. She swoops down onto hers. Takes her finger and draws her fingernail across her chest. Draws blood. She takes him and holds his head to her breast. Makes him drink. He does, with increasing hunger. We see the two of them from afar, on their knees, Darla feeding Angel in perfect silence. EXT. GRAVEYARD - NIGHT (THE PRESENT) A speeding VAN wipes the frame with a roar of its motor to take us to the present day. Angel watches something from afar. His eyes are filled with the serenity of Evil; the garrulous boy of the flashback is long gone. He is watching: ANGLE: BUFFY As she battles two, count 'em, two vamps. One she throws as the other comes at her. She spars with the second vamp as the first circles silently around to her back. Buffy is well in control of the situation, very focussed.
Come on. Ooh, nice try. She easily parries another blow.
Now that was just sloppy. If you're not even gonna try, then. . . She hammers him -- pulls out a stake. Just as the first vamp attacks from the rear she slams the stake home in his chest (yes, she doesn't look behind her). The second vamp stops, worried.
I want you to give Angel a message for me. Tell him I'm done waiting. I'm taking the fight to him. You got that? Do you want me to write it down? Fury crosses the vampire's face -- he lunges -- and Buffy stakes his sorry ass. He dusts just like the first one.
All right, I'll tell him myself. She goes over to a spot nearby and helps up a groggy Xander.
I'm good, don't worry about me. . .
You know, you don't have to patrol with me.
Hey, I had that guy under control until he resorted to fisticuffs. (he shakes his head) What is that: five vampires in three nights?
But no Angel.
You really that anxious to come up against him?
I just want it over with.
I hear that.
We better get back. I haven't even started studying for finals.
Oh, yeah, finals. Why didn't you let me die?
Look on the bright side. It'll all be over soon. They walk off together. ANGLE: ANGEL Watches as they go.
Yes, my love. It will. BLACK OUT.
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| Act One |
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INT. MUSEUM ROOM - DAY We see a collection of articles for archeology and preservation. A MUSEUM WORKER takes a brush, starts brushing dirt off something we can't see. Another works beside him. Supervising them both is DOUG PERREN, museum curator.
(to a worker) Careful. Concentrate on this area. Through the door well behind them enters Giles, looking about.
Hello? Doug turns, approaches him.
Rupert Giles?
Yes.
Doug Perren. (they shake) Thank you for coming.
Not at all. I'm flattered to be asked.
Well, I talked to Lou Tabor at the Washington Institute, he said we had the best authority on obscure relics right here in Sunnydale.
He may have exaggerated slightly. Is this the. . . He indicates the object we've still yet to see.
That's our baby. Construction crew dug it up just outside of town, you know they're putting up those high-rises. They start toward it, slowly, the camera circling them.
I know there were Spanish settlers here from way back, we've found plenty of artifacts. But whatever's written on this. . . well, it ain't Spanish. And the camera finally comes all the way around to reveal the artifact in question. It looks not unlike a tomb or sarcophagus, a big block of dusty stone carved all over with demonic runes. (It may appear first as more of an obelisk -- it looks solid, not like something's inside.) It stands nearly ten feet tall, and four deep. The two workers are brushing the dust from the cracks between the letters. Giles comes very close, staring at it.
No. Not Spanish.
Any ideas?
(still scanning it) A few. . . none I'd care to share until I can verify. . . Have you dated this?
We won't have the results for a couple of days. I'm gonna go out on a limb and say "old".
GILES Yes, this predates any settlements we've ever read about. He looks along the side, finds a faint line running up it. He motions to one of the workers to hand him a brush.
May I? He brushes away a bit of dust. Find a crack.
You haven't tried to open it, I assume.
Open it? Giles points to a crack he has found. Doug looks at it.
I'll be damned. I figured it was solid. What do you think's in there?
I don't know.
I guess we won't find out till we open it.
If I could ask. . . wait. Let me work on translating this text. It might give us some indication as to what we'll find inside.
You don't want to be surprised?
As a rule, no.
All right. You're the expert. I'm pretty damn curious, though.
Yes. Yes, so am I. He stares at it. INT. CAFETERIA - DAY We are CLOSE ON a couple of fish sticks (wielded by Xander) in a heated recap of last night's fight. One of them is holding a stake (a toothpick) and one has an opened ketchup pack held to it. Toothpick Fishstick says:
You can't sneak up on me!! Tell Angel I'm gonna kill him - no -- wait -- I'm gonna kill you! Die! Die! Toothpick stabs ketchup pack -- and Xander squeezes the ketchup pack to signify blood spurting.
ARRGGHH!! Mother!! Ketchup pack falls dead and we widen to see Xander conclude his drama. At the table are Cordy, Willow, sitting on the lap of Oz, and Buffy.
Is that it?
That's it. ANGLE: THE FISHSTICKS as Xander has them take a little bow.
Scene.
Yeah, that's just exactly how it happened.
I thought it was riveting. I was a little unclear about some of the themes.
The theme is, Angel's too much of a coward to take me on face to face.
The other theme was "Buy American," but it got kind of buried.
(to Buffy) Are you sure you're ready to fight Angel?
Can everybody stop asking me that? Yeah I'm ready. Also willing, also able. It's the one test I might actually pass.
Don't say that. You're gonna pass everything. I'm gonna get you through this semester if I have to sweat blood.
Do you think you're likely to? 'Cause I'd like to be elsewhere.
It was only metaphor blood.
I think you'd sweat cute blood.
(to Buffy) Sixth period, after my computer class, we'll rock on Chemistry.
I'm ready to rock. You're the best, Will. Thanks.
Boy, Willow, you've really gotten the teaching bug. Taking over that computer class, tutoring. . .
I love it. I really do.
I think it's great to do that BEFORE you go out and fail in the real world. 'Cause then it's not like falling back on something, it's like falling. . . well, forward.
And almost sixty five percent of that was actual compliment. (to Cordy) Is that a personal best?
Gee, Xander, what are you gonna teach when you fail in life? Advanced loser-being?
I will teach. . . (eurotrash) . . . the language of love. He reaches for her, but she shrinks back.
Don't touch me! You have fish hands! He moves his hands toward her face.
Come, let me caress you. . . She laughs, batting away his hands.
CORDELIA Stop it! Principal Snyder appears, looking grim as usual. He clears his throat and everyone stops.
That's enough of that. (to Willow) And you. Are we having a chair shortage?
I haven't read anything about -- Oh! I get it. She jumps off Oz's lap, sits in her own chair.
These public displays of affection are not acceptable in my school. This isn't an orgy, people. It's a classroom.
(is he nuts?) Yeah, where they teach lunch. . .
Do you have something to say?
This is a cafeteria. I'm pretty sure.
Always with the wisecracks. One day you're gonna go too far.
Or I could go with the classroom theory. . .
Just give me a reason to kick you out, Summers. Just give me a reason. He stalks off.
How about, 'cause you're a tiny impotent Nazi with a bug up his butt the size of an emu?
Sums it up.
Don'tchya think?
Now 'lunch' I could actually teach.
I can see that. (as teacher) "Baloney. It's not a toy. Let's put it on the bread - The rye bread! Careful!" Lunch teacher.
(to Buffy) Do you want to come by tonight, do some cramming?
Maybe. . . I do have to patrol.
Again? Do you really expect Angel to turn up tonight?
No, I don't expect him to. And that's when he usually does. EXT. LONDON CHURCH - DAY (1860) - STOCK To establish. A title reads: LONDON, 1860 INT. CONFESSIONAL - MOMENTS LATER - DAY A poor but pious GIRL walks. If we see past the sanity, we might recognize Drusilla. She stops, crosses herself, and goes into the confessional. ANGLE: THE WINDOW opens between her and the priest. We see her through the latticework screen.
Bless me, father, for I have sinned. It has been two days since my last confession. ANGLE: THE OTHER SIDE OF THE CONFESSIONAL Has Angel in it, holding the body of a dead priest. He says nothing.
Father?
Uh, uh, two days? That's not very long. You must sin a great deal to be back so soon.
Oh, father. . . I'm so afraid. She is near tears. Angel finds himself both amused by his impromptu gig and strangely moved by the girl.
Hush, child. The Lord is very forgiving. Tell me your sins.
I had. . . I've been seeing again, father. Didn't try to, I swear! But yesterday the men were going to work in the mine and I had a terrible fright, my stomach all tied up and I saw a horrible crash, men screaming in the dark. . .my mum said to keep my peace, it didn't mean nothing but this morning they had a cave in. Two men died. A beat as she collects herself.
Go on.
(it pours out:) My mum says I'm cursed. My seeing things is an affront to the Lord. That only He's supposed to see anything before it happens. But I don't mean to, Father, I swear. I try to be pure in His sight and I do my penance, I don't want to be an evil thing.
Hush, child. The Lord has a plan for all creatures. Even a devil child like you.
(mortified) A devil. . .
Yes, you're a spawn of Satan, all the hail Mary's in the world aren't going to help. The Lord will use you and then smite you down, he's like that. She is crying.
What can I do?
Fulfill his plan for you, child. Be evil. Perform evil works. Attack the less fortunate. You can start small: laugh at a cripple. You'll feel better. Just give in.
No. . . I want to be good. . . I want to be pure. . .
We all do, at first. World doesn't work that way.
Father, I beg you. . . help me.
Very well. Uh, ten Our Fathers and an act of contrition. Does that sound good?
Yes, Father, thank you.
The pleasure was mine. (she starts to go) Oh, and my child?
Yes?
God is watching you. INT. GARDEN\MANSION - NIGHT (PRESENT DAY) Drusilla wanders into the garden from outside, crazy and evil, the way we know her and love her. Looking at the night. Spike is there to greet her.
Nice walk, pet?
I met an old man. I didn't like him. He got stuck in my teeth. (looks up) And then the moon started whispering to me. All sorts of dreadful things.
It's a naughty moon.
ANGEL What did it say? He enters the garden from inside.
Oh, look who's awake.
What did the moon tell you? Did you have a vision? Is something coming?
Oh yes. . . something terrible.
Where?
At the museum. A tomb. With a surprise inside. He puts his hand to her head.
You can see all that in your head?
No, you ninny, she read it in the morning paper. He holds the paper up. Angel looks at Dru, who smiles apologetically. Angel takes the paper, scans it. He is obviously excited by what he sees.
Oh, my. . . ANGLE: THE PAPER has a picture of the artifact on the front page. Dru comes up behind Angel, looks over his shoulder.
Is that what's been whispering to me?
Oh yeah. Don't worry though. Soon it'll stop. He looks at both of them, triumphant.
Soon it'll scream. INT. COMPUTER CLASS - DAY
Waaahhh. CLOSE ON: BUFFY'S PENCIL as she taps it on her chem book. She is staring at the book, and at her own notebook. She is tiny and helpless.
This doesn't make sense!
Well, sure it does, see. . . (looks at Buffy's work) Oh, no, that doesn't make any sense.
It's senseless.
It is. But at least you know that! So you're learning.
Yay me. (as Willow looks at her work) Oh well. It doesn't matter. I mean, in the real world when am I ever gonna need to use chemistry, math, history or the English language?
(re: notebook) Oh, I see your problem.
I'm a moron?
Will you stop that? You're not stupid. You've just had a lot on your mind. You can do all of this real easily but if you're just gonna give up then don't waste my time. A beat.
Wow. You really are a good teacher.
(smiling) Good pep talk?
I got the pep.
Okay. Look at this. It's a covalent bond -- which means these two atoms are linked by this one electron. You know, basic linkage. Hydrogen, Nitrogen, Chlorine. . . ANGLE: BUFFY'S PENCIL As she places it on her book -- it rolls off and falls into: ANGLE: THE SPACE BETWEEN THE DESK AND THE CABINET where it lands right next to the infamous yellow disk.
Oh. Hold it. She reaches in and grabs the pencil - her fingers almost brushing the disk -- but just missing it. She pulls the pencil out, straightens up.
Okay. I'm learn girl.
Well, you see --
Whoah. Deja vu.
Really?
The thing with the pencil - I have a perfect memory of being exactly like -- She bends down again with the pencil -- and this time she sees the disk.
--hey. She reaches in and grabs the disk. Holds it up.
I think you dropped this.
It's not mine. It might be something of Ms. Calendar's. They look at each other. Willow pops it in the computer. They wait to see it come up on the screen.
This feels kind of morbid.
Well, I've gone through most of her files already.
Does that make this less morbid or you really morbid?
I had to -- to teach the class.
Relax. I'm making with the funny. What does that say, "restoration"?
It's one of her spells, I think. You know, she wasn't a practicing witch, but she did dabble in --
Willow. Buffy is reading, her eyes getting steadily wider. Willow concentrates on the screen. Gets it.
Oh boy. The camera pushes in on Buffy, as Willow continues:
Oh boy. Buffy says nothing.
Oh boy. BLACK OUT.
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EXT. RUMANIAN WOODS - NIGHT (1898) We heard funereal chanting, some sobbing, as the camera moves (looking straight down) over the body of a beautiful GYPSY GIRL. She has been laid out in a funeral gown. A couple of women in shawls kneel by her, keening with grief. ANGLE: A GYPSY WOMAN Sits in a shawl, with a painted mark on her forehead. She speaks in very low Rumanian, waving her hands over an Orb of Thesulah. As she speaks, it begins to glow.
GYPSY WOMAN (Rumanian) Nici mort nici al fiintei te invoc, spirit al trécerii Reda trupului ce separa omul de animal Cu ajutorul acestui magic glob de cristal (Not dead, nor not of the living. Spirits of the interregnum, I call. Restore to the corporal vessel that which separates us from beast. Use this orb as your guide.) EXT. ANOTHER PART OF THE WOODS - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT Angel stumbles into frame, trying to get away from something. He drops to his knees, in obvious pain. Gets up and tries to run again. EXT. RUMANIAN WOODS - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT ANGLE: THE GYPSY WOMAN As she finishes her incantation, the glow envelops the orb, which disappears. EXT. ANOTHER PART OF THE WOODS - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT ANGLE: ANGEL Drops to the ground again, momentarily unconscious. CLOSE ON: HIS EYES As they glow briefly. He gets to his knees, groggy and bewildered, as an old GYPSY MAN approaches.
It hurts, yes? Good. It will hurt more.
Where am I?
You don't remember. Everything you've done. For a hundred years. In a moment you will. The face of everyone you have killed - our daughter's face -- they will haunt you and you will know what true suffering is.
Killed? I don't. . . And then it hits him.
Oh. . . no. . . no. . . We see the two of them from a distance, the old man standing over the kneeling Angel, as Angel begins to scream. INT. LIBRARY - AFTERNOON Xander, Cordelia and Giles are facing Buffy and Willow. Buffy holds a few sheets of printout in her hand. Everybody is quiet.
What are you saying?
The curse. This is it. She holds up the sheaf of paper. Giles steps forward, takes it, examines it.
It looks like Ms. Calendar was trying to replicate the original curse. To restore Angel's soul again.
She said it couldn't be done.
Well, she tried anyway. And it looks like it might have worked.
So he killed her. Before she could tell anyone about it. What a prince.
Well, this is good, right? I mean, we can curse him again.
It's not that simple. This points he way, but the ritual itself requires a rather more advanced knowledge of the black arts than I can claim.
Well, I. . . I've been going through her files and reading up and. . . I've been sort of checking out the black arts. Just for fun -- or, educational fun. I might be able to work this.
Willow, performing this kind of ritual, channeling such potent majicks through yourself -- it will open a door you may not be able to close.
Will, I don't want you putting yourself in danger.
And I don't want danger. "No" to danger. But I might be the best person to do this.
HI! For those of you who have just tuned in, everyone here is a crazy person. This spell might restore Angel's humanity? Well, here's an interesting angle: Who cares?
I care.
Is that right?
Xander, let's not lose perspective here --
I'm perspective guy! Angel is a killer.
Xander --
It's not that simple.
What, come back home, all is forgiven? I can't believe you people!
Xander has a point --
(turning on Cordy) You know just once I wish you would support me and I realize right now that you were and I'm embarrassed so I'm gonna get back to the point which is that Angel needs to die.
Curing Angel was apparently Jenny's last wish --
Yeah, well, Jenny's dead. Giles moves forward like he might actually strike Xander.
Don't you speak of her in that insolent --
(simultaneously) Can't you see what I'm saying --
BUFFY All right, stop it! They do.
(to Buffy) What do you want to do?
I don't know. . . What happened to Angel wasn't his fault. . .
What happened to Ms. Calendar is. You can paint this however you want. Way I see it you want to forget all about Ms Calendar's murder so you can have your boyfriend back. Buffy doesn't reply. She just turns and leaves the room, too distraught to deal (but not crying). Willow glares at Xander, who returns her gaze firmly.
Wow. Even I know that was insensitive.
(staring Willow down) Am I wrong? Willow doesn't answer. INT. MUSEUM ROOM - NIGHT Doug Perren is at his desk, working late. He is pooled in the light of his desk lamp. The object sits at the other end of the room, mostly in shadow. He hears something. Whispers? They drift past him, ethereal, unintelligible. He stops working, rises. Looks around him.
Hello? (after a beat) Danny? That you?
ANGLE: THE ARTIFACT As we approach it, moving inexorably toward the darkness. Doug reaches it, holds his hand slowly out. Touches it. The whispers grow louder. He moves his hand away and they subside. Puts it back and they grow. He steps closer to the artifact -- and Drusilla appears behind him in vampface. Takes a great honking bite out of his neck, hand over his mouth as he thrashes and strains. Angel, flanked by HENCHVAMPS, strides in, eyes on the artifact.
Let's see. . . I'll have one of these. (points at it) To go. The vamps throw ropes over it, securing it.
Be careful. I don't want this thing cracked. Your weak imitations of life depend on it. (to Dru, re: Doug) Save me some. INT. BUFFY'S BEDROOM - NIGHT Buffy is on the phone with Willow. As she talks, she loads her bag with weapons and crosses from her dresser.
Yeah, I'll do a couple of sweeps, then I'll stop by. (listens) Yeah, Xander was pretty much being a. . . (mildly shocked) Willow. Where'd you learn that word? My god. You kiss your mother with that mouth? (Listens) I don't know. I don't know what I want. She sees something in the drawer, stops.
Okay. I'll see you in a while. She hangs up, picks up the thing in the drawer. It is ANGLE: ANGEL'S CLADDAGH RING Buffy looks at it, silently. INT. UPSTAIRS HALL - MINUTES LATER (NIGHT) Buffy is on her way downstairs when Joyce stops her.
Where are you going?
Oh. Uh, to Willow's. To Study. Got two finals tomorrow.
All right. Make sure you two study. Don't talk about boys all night.
Oh, we don't like boys. I mean, while we're studying. We like boys. Some boys. . . As she's talking, she shifts and two crosses fall out of her bag. Joyce bends down to get them, looks at them.
You know, it's funny. I've just been kind of. . . religious. Lately.
Oh. Well, you know your father and I are both agnostic, we always thought you should decide for yourself.
Well, I'm learning. . . sort of searching.
Well, that's good. Joyce hands her the crosses. Not sure what to say.
Okay. She starts to go.
Get a ride back if you come home late. EXT. STREET - NIGHT Buffy walks along. She comes to a row of tall hedges. Stops, turning. Did she hear something? Someone BURSTS out from between the hedges right behind her. She spins, takes an attack stance.
You know, polite people call before they jump out of the bushes and attack you. ANGLE: KENDRA Is the person facing her. She smiles.
Just wanted to test your reflexes.
(not angry) Would you like to test my face-punching? 'Cause I think you'll find it's improved.
I was on my way to your house. Saw you walking. Couldn't help myself.
Which begs the question and don't think I'm not glad to see you but why are you here? Wait. Let me guess. Your Watcher has informed you that a very dark power is about to rise in Sunnydale.
That's about it.
Great. Did he give you any idea of what this dark power is? INT. MANSION - NIGHT As the artifact hits the floor with a rounding thud, kicking up dust. Angel regards it with excitement, Spike and Dru flanking him.
It's a big rock. I can't wait to tell my friends. They don't have a rock this big.
Spike, boy, you never did learn your history.
Let's have a lesson, then.
Acathla, the demon, came forth to swallow the world. It was killed by a virtuous knight who pierced the demon's heart before it could draw breath to perform the act. Acathla turned to stone, as demons sometimes do, and was buried where neither man nor demon would be wont to look. Unless of course they're putting up low rent housing. Boys?
Inside is the very stone demon of which Angel spoke, his face in a horrible grimace, a stone sword sticking out of his chest.
Oooh, he fills my head. . . I can't hear anything else. . . Angel approaches Acathla slowly, reverently.
Let me guess. Someone pulls out the sword --
Someone worthy. . .
-- the demon wakes up and wackiness ensues.
He will swallow the world.
And every creature living on this planet will go to Hell. My friends, we're about to make history. . . (turning back to them) . . . end. BLACK OUT.
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INT. LIBRARY - NIGHT Giles emerges from his office, joining Buffy, Kendra and Willow in the library. Kendra is putting her bag on the table (not: her bag should be long and go over her shoulder like a quiver -- her sword is contained therein.)
I've just been on the phone with the museum. The artifact in question is missing. And the curator has been murdered. Vampires.
And we're sure this thing was the Tomb of Alfalfa?
Acathla. And yes, the information Kendra's Watcher has provided seems conclusive.
Okay, can somebody explain the whole 'he will suck the world into Hell' thing? That's the part I'm not loving.
The demon universe exists in a dimension separate from our own. With one breath Acathla will create a vortex, a kind of whirlpool that will pull everything on Earth into that dimension, where any non-demon life will suffer horrible, eternal torment.
So that would be the literal kind of sucking into Hell. Neat.
(to Buffy) You think Angelus and the others are responsible for the theft of the tomb?
I'd bet folding money on it.
I can't believe you dated him. (off her look) I mean, he's got to be stopped.
We don't know where they are. They moved after Giles torched their house.
(to Giles) You did? Good for you.
It was nothing, really.
Willow. . . I think you should try to do the curse. Bring Angel back.
I tend to side with your friend Xander on this one. Angel should be eliminated.
I'll fight him. If I have to, I'll kill him. But if I lose, or I don't find him in time. . . Willow might be our only hope.
I don't want to be only hope. I crumble under pressure. Let's have another hope.
We have. She pulls a sword from her bag.
Blessed by the knight who first slew the Demon. If all else fails, this might stop it. (less confidently) I think.
Let's hope all else doesn't fail. (to Willow) How close are you to figuring out the ritual for the curse?
I need a day, maybe. And I need an Orb of Thesulah, whatever that is.
Spirit vault for the Rituals of the Undead. I've got one. (sheepish) I've been using it as a paperweight.
(to Buffy) This means I can't help you study for tomorrow's finals.
I'll wing it. Of course, if we go to Hell by then I won't have to take them. (sudden fear) Or maybe I'll be taking them forever. . .
Well, Angel has a ritual of his own to perform before he can remove the sword and awake Acathla. With any luck, that may take some time as well. INT. MANSION SIDE ROOM - NIGHT Spike is alone, pacing, thinking. We hear chanting from behind the door. Then:
Spike? He beelines for the chair, gets in just before she enters the room.
Spike, sweetie, the fun's about to begin.
It is? Seems more to me like the fun's about to end.
Don't be all gloomy.
Darling, if this works, everything changes. Think about it. In this world, we can be kings. In the next. . .
My Spikey's getting cold feet. Don't you worry about the next world. You'll always have me. . .
Will I? She doesn't answer. A SCREAM emerges from the main room -- that of a young man.
Oh! The blood ritual! To cleanse Angel. Let's go and see.
(giving in) Well, if there's blood. . . They go out into: INT. MANSION - NIGHT In the main chamber, where the statue stands free of its casing at one end. At the other, Angel waits as two vampires bring the young man before him. Angel looks at him, eyes glowing in reverent reverie.
I will drink. . . the blood will wash in me, over me and I will be cleansed, I will be worthy to free Acathla. (to Spike and Dru) Bear witness, as I ascend. (looking at the man) As I become. He changes to vampface. Bites. EXT. NEW YORK STREET - NIGHT (1996) A title reads: MANHATTAN, 1996 It's a dark, grimy district -- not many people out, and none with too much money. We pick up a HOMELESS MAN moving along in the shadows. He stops at a group of garbage cans, sees: ANGLE: A RAT Scurrying among them. The man makes a dive for the rat, but it gets away and he lands in a clatter among the cans. We see that is it Angel. He looks utterly lost and destitute -- not entirely sane, even. He sits, defeated as another figure approaches him. WHISTLER is young in appearance, and wearing a bad suit over a loud shirt. He looks like a bottom-ranked mafioso. His manner, like his outfit, is loud and grating.
God, are you disgusting. Angel starts, not used to being talked to. He starts to crawl back into the shadows.
This is really an unforgettable smell. This is the stench of death you're giving off here. And the look says crazy homeless guy, it's not good.
Get away from me.
What are you gonna do, bite me? Oh, horrors! A Vampire! Angel stops, staring at him.
Oh, but you're not gonna bite me 'cause of your poor tortured soul, it's so sad, a vampire with a soul, how poignant. I may physically vomit right here.
Who are you?
Let's take a walk. Come on. He starts to help Angel up. Angel is clearly weak. As he gets to his feet a respectable PASSERBY stares at the pair.
(to the passerby) What? Yes, he's my lover, you mustn't judge us! The passerby scurries off.
God, I hate people. EXT. A NEARBY STREET - MINUTES LATER - NIGHT The two are walking together. Whistler's doing most of the talking.
What are you eating, like a rat once a month? You're skin and bones here. Butcher shops are throwing away more blood in a day than you could stand. Good blood. You lived in the world a little bit you'd know that.
I want to know who you are. Whistler stops, faces him.
And I want to know who you are.
You already do.
Not yet. I'm looking to find out. 'Cause you could go either way here.
I don't understand you.
Nobody understands me. It's my curse. He walks a few feet away, to a SABRETT VENDOR.
(to the vendor) Dog me. (to Angel) There are three kinds of people that no one understands. Geniuses, madmen, and guys that mumble. My name is Whistler. Anyway, lately it is. My real name is hard to pronounce unless you're a dolphin. He pays, takes a big bite out of his dog.
You're not a vampire.
A demon, technically. But I'm not a bad guy -- not all demons are dedicated to the destruction of all life. Someone has to maintain balance, you know. Good and evil can't exist without each other, blah blah blah. I'm not like a good fairy or anything, I'm just trying to make it all balance -- do I come off defensive?
What did you mean, I could go either way?
I mean you could become an even more useless rodent than you are right now, or you could become. . . someone. A person. Someone to be counted.
I just want to be left alone.
You've been alone for what, ninety years? And what an impressive package you are. The stink guy.
You don't know what I have to deal with. What I've done.
You're annoying me! The self pity thing is not gonna bring in the chicks. It's a bore.
What do you want from me?
I want you to see something. It's happening very soon, we'd need to leave now. You see, and then you tell me what you want to do.
Where is it? EXT. LOS ANGELES HIGH SCHOOL - DAY (1996) Title: LOS ANGELES, 1996 We see Angel in the shadows (or indoors, depending on location) looking out into the bright sunlit courtyard. We see, as he does: ANGLE: BUFFY Walking along with her FRIENDS, talking. She is all of fifteen, completely carefree and not a little superficial.
So, I'm like, "Dad, you want me to go to the dance in an outfit I've already worn? Why do you hate me?"
Is Tyler taking you?
Oh my god! Where were you when I got over Tyler? He's of the past. Tyler would have to crawl on his hands and knees to get me to go to the dance with him. Which he's actually supposed to do after practice, so I'm gonna wait.
Okay. See you later. They go, Buffy saying to each one:
Call me. Call me. Call me. They all go and Buffy sits. She has waited for a moment when a MAN approaches her in a dark, rumpled suit. He looks vaguely nervous, and deadly serious. His name is MERRICK.
Buffy Summers?
Yeah? Hi. What?
I need to speak with you.
You're not from Macy's, are you? 'Cause I meant to pay for that lipstick. . .
There isn't much time. You must come with me. Your destiny awaits.
I don't have a destiny. I'm destiny-free. Really.
Yes, you have. You are the chosen one. You alone can stop them.
Who?
The vampires. Buffy stares at him for a good long while, a polite smile playing on her lips, trying to come up with a response. Finally she breaks down into:
Huh? EXT. GRAVEYARD - NIGHT (1996) Buffy crashes into frame, wide-eyed and terrified, a VAMPIRE right on top of her.
AAAAAAGHHHH! It snarls and snaps, trying to bite her. She throws it off. She goes scrambling for a stake on her hands and knees --
Oh god oh god oh god -- She comes up with it as the vampire charges her again -- she instinctively flips it onto its back.
Whoah! Wow. Collecting herself, she drops down and plunges the stake into its chest, pulling it out again. The vampire screams, but nothing happens.
Ooh, that's not the heart. . . She tries again, and the vampire's dying rasp tells her she's hit home. ANGLE: THE VAMPIRE Explodes into dust.
GAAAGHHH! She starts back from this unexpected effect, stays panting on the grass. We see a pair of legs come into the frame near her.
You see? You see your power? She says nothing, still staring at the spot where the vampire was. ANGLE: ANGEL Watching from the shadows. EXT./INT. BUFFY'S BEDROOM IN L.A. (1996) - NIGHT We see in from the outside. Buffy enters her bedroom, followed by Joyce.
Why didn't you call?
I'm sorry, Mom, I didn't know it was so late. Tyler and I were talking.
That boy is irresponsible.
It's my fault.
You know we worry, that's all. Dinner's in ten minutes.
Okay. Buffy moves into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. ANGLE: ANGEL Watches, obviously feeling for her. EXT. INT. BUFFY'S BATHROOM IN L.A. (1996) - NIGHT We see her go to the sink, take off her jacket. Splash her face. She is very shaken. Over her silent actions we hear the voices of her parents:
Did she say where she was?
She was with Tyler.
I don't want her seeing him anymore. Period.
You're over reacting, dear.
Don't do that! Don't talk to me like I'm a kid.
I don't -- forget it.
Just because you can't discipline her, I have to be the ogre.
I'm not having this conversation again. All right? Buffy stays in the bathroom, silent. INT. TUNNEL - NIGHT Angel jumps down at one end. At the other, Whistler waits. Angel slowly approaches him.
She's gonna have it tough, that Slayer. She's just a kid. And the world is full of big bad things.
I want to help her. I want to. . . I want to become someone. I want to help.
Jeez, look at you. She must be prettier than the last Slayer. (Angel looks down) It's not gonna be easy. The more you live in the world the more you see how apart from it you are. And this is dangerous work. Right now you couldn't go three rounds with a fruit fly.
I want to learn from you.
Okay. They start off together.
But I don't want to dress like you.
See? Again you're annoying me. INT. MANSION - NIGHT (PRESENT DAY) Angel lifts his face, blood on his mouth, from his victim. He walks slowly to the statue, the others watching him. He looks at his hand. It too has blood on it.
Everything that I am, everything that I have done, has led me here. This night. This act. (to the statue) You will be free. In a lightning-quick motion, he grabs the hilt of the sword. White light fills the room. BLACK OUT.
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INT. MANSION - NIGHT The light still fills the room, along with a crackling energy -- that stops in an instant as Angel is thrown back to the floor. He seems to have gotten an enormous electrical shock, and his vampface is gone. The sword is still in the statue. Angel looks at it, uncomprehending.
(singsong) Someone wasn't worthy. . . Angel rises, furious.
The ritual. There must be something I missed. The incantations, the blood. . . Dammit! I don't know. . .
This is so disappointing. What are we going to do? He stops. Turns to them.
What we always do in a time of trouble. Turn to an old friend. We'll have our Armageddon, I swear. He grabs an old vase from off a pedestal, rage and impatience seething in him, and hurls it against the wall. It shatters. INT. ENGLISH CLASS - MORNING The morning sunlight brightly rakes the classroom. Buffy is seated, along with Xander and Willow and Cordy, amidst the other students. They are all taking their final exam, scribbling in their bluebooks. The room is silent. The teacher sits at his desk, reading. INT. HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS - DAY The Camera dolly's behind a figure in the hall. She moves slowly, a shawl wrapped around her head, her clothes dark and shabby. INT. CLASSROOM - CONTINUOUS - DAY Buffy is frowning at her test when she hears:
Tonight. Sundown. In the graveyards.
(rising) Excuse me. . . Buffy looks up. The woman is standing in the classroom -- speaks to Buffy --
You will come to him. She pulls off her shawl, revealing her vamp visage, and moves toward Buffy, deliberately stepping into the sunlight. She begins to smoke. Kids start trying to move away. Buffy can't take her eyes off the vampire.
You will come to him or more will die! Tonight! Flames engulf her as kids scream and get out of there.
His hour is at hand! And she's gone, flamed out. The classroom is nearly empty except for our principals. Buffy still hasn't moved. INT. LIBRARY - JUST BEFORE SUNSET The gang's all here (minus Oz, plus Kendra). Willow is deep in a pile of books.
She said more would die. I have to go.
And I should go with you.
I need you here. Just in case. I'll be all right. As long as Angel's fighting me he's not doing this end of the world ritual and that's good. And with any luck. . . Willow? What do you think?
I'm not sure. I just want to cross check --
We don't have time. If this is gonna work I need it to work now.
I need maybe half an hour once we're set up.
Which means you just have to hold Angel off. Don't let him close on you. If the curse succeeds, you'll know.
Why don't you just wait here to find out if it worked? See if he phones you?
I can't risk him killing more people.
What if he shows up with an army?
I'll run away.
A Slayer never runs aw -- (off their looks) Good plan.
I'd better go.
Please be careful.
I will. Buffy starts for the door. Kendra runs up to her, hands her a stake.
Here. In case the curse does not succeed. . . This is my lucky stake. I have killed many vampires with it. (in a low voice) I call it Mister Pointy.
You named your stake.
(embarrassed) Yes.
Remind me to get you a stuffed animal. (Puts the stake in her jacket) Thanks.
Watch your back. Buffy exits. EXT. GRAVEYARD - NIGHT Buffy makes her way along in the dark. After a time:
Hello, lover. She turns to face him. He stands some twenty feet away, grinning nonchalantly. They begin circling each other, slowly.
I wasn't sure you'd come.
After your immolation-o-gram? Come on, I had to show. But shouldn't you be destroying the world right about now? Pulling the sword out of Al Franken, or whatever he's called?
There's time enough. I wanted to say goodbye first. You are the one thing in this dimension I will miss.
(suppressing emotion) This is a beautiful moment we're having here. Can we just fight, please?
(hurt) I didn't come here to fight!
No?
Gosh, I was hoping we could get back together! What do you think, do we have a shot? She glares at him.
All right, we'll fight. He lunges at her. INT. LIBRARY - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT Willow sits at the desk, the orb in front of her. Cordelia is waving a burning sage bush, not loving her task. Giles stands on Willow's other side, holding a volume. There are elaborate markings on the table and Willow has a painted mark on her forehead to match the Gypsy Woman's. Xander stands up on the balcony, watching. Kendra guards the door.
(Latin) Quod perditum est, invenietur. (What was lost, shall be found.)
Not dead, nor not of the living. Spirits of the interregnum, I call. EXT. GRAVEYARD - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT Buffy and Angel spar, Buffy still holding back. Buffy is thrown to the ground.
(quietly) Come on, Willow. INT. LIBRARY - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT
Let him know the pain of humanity, gods -- reach your wizened hands to me, give me the soul of -- ANGLE: XANDER As two vamps burst in behind him. He turns to fight --
Look out! ANGLE: KENDRA as she turns, two more burst in behind her. ANGLE: XANDER as he whips out a stake, makes for Vamp 1 as Vamp 2 comes down toward the ritual. Kendra punches Vamp 3, sends him into the wall. Vamp 4 passes her. As Vamps 2 and 4 converge in the middle, Cordy and Willow make for the stacks. Giles faces the vamps and they handily knock him down and out. Vamp 1 grabs Xander's wrist, bends it. We hear it snap and Xander's eyes go wide. Kendra spars with Vamp 3, knocking him out and going for Vamp 4, who stands over Giles. Vamp 2 leaps onto the table, over the railing and slams into a bookcase, knocking it over on Willow. She falls very hard, instantly unconscious. Xander falls to his knees, the stake dropping, Cordy tries to get out behind Vamp 1. He turns to get her and Xander rises, throws him into Vamp 2.
Go! Cordy races out as Xander picks up the stake in his good hand. ANGLE: THE DOOR Drusilla wafts in, eyes alight. ANGLE: KENDRA throws Vamp 4 through the window to Giles' office as Vamp 3 hits her from behind. EXT. GRAVEYARD - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT A quick exchange of blows.
Is it me, or is your heart not in this? He throws her back.
Maybe I'll just go home. Destroy the world. . . sulk. . . Buffy pulls out her stake.
I think Mister Pointy is gonna have something to say about that. Angel hesitates.
Come on. Let's finish it. You and me. Angel starts to laugh.
You never learn, do you? Little miss ego. 'You and me.' This wasn't about you. This was never about you. Her expression drains. She turns and bolts, Angel calling after her.
And you fall for it every single time! INT. LIBRARY - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT Vamp 1 knocks Xander unconscious, looks down at ANGLE: KENDRA who is fighting off the other vamps. She's getting tired.
Enough. The vamps back off. Kendra turns to face Dru. Dru drops her shawl, looking dreamily into the heavens. Kendra lunges and Dru evades, slashes at Kendra with her fingernails. Draws blood. EXT. STREET - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT Buffy races full speed for the school. INT. LIBRARY - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT Kendra and Dru spar, Kendra getting in some good hits, Dru mostly weaving and giggling. Finally Dru sees an opening and grabs Kendra's throat, pushes her against the wall. Kendra struggles, pulling at the arm. CLOSE ON: DRUSILLA'S EYES Boring into Kendra, hypnotizing her.
Look at me, Dearie. Be in my eyes. Be in me. CLOSE ON: KENDRA'S EYES as the will goes out of them. Dru steps back, letting go. Kendra stands still, swaying slightly. EXT. STREET - NIGHT Buffy runs. INT. LIBRARY - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT Dru pauses -- then slashes her fingers across Kendra's throat. Kendra's eyes widen -- she grabs her throat and blood wells out between her fingers. She drops.
(to Kendra) Night night. (to the vamps) Let's get what we came for, dears. Two of the vamps bend down and lift up Giles -- start dragging him out. INT. HALL/LOUNGE - LATER (NIGHT) Buffy bursts into the lounge, running as fast as she can. As the camera follows her she goes into slow motion, all sound bleeding out of the sound track.
Bottom line is even if you see 'em coming, you're not ready for the big moments. No one asks for their life to change, not really. But it does. Buffy enters the -- INT. LIBRARY - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT Sees the carnage. She spots Kendra lying on the ground, goes to her, cradles her on her lap -- tries to stop the bleeding as Kendra dies right in front of her.
So, what, are we helpless? Puppets? No. The big moments are gonna come, can't help that. It's what you do afterwards that counts. That's when you find out who you are. ANGLE: BUFFY AND KENDRA We see them from behind, Buffy still holding Kendra's head in her lap, when a policeman's GUN comes into frame.
Freeze!! ANGLE: TWO COPS are pointing their weapons, looking mighty tense. Buffy whips her head around to see them. BLACK OUT. Over the title: TO BE CONTINUED:
You'll see what I mean.
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