(November 19, 1998)
Written by: David Fury
INT. MANSION - NIGHT
The CAMERA FLOATS PAST FLICKERING CANDLES casting shadows that dance across the walls, PAST a blanket laid out with various foodstuffs: bottled mineral water, French bread, grapes, etc. Gothically romantic. Apropos of the mood, we soon hear HEAVY BREATHING and...
BUFFY's head falls into frame, her brow sweaty, muscles taut, straining, her hands gripping the shoulders of ANGEL, appearing in frame, above her.
A moment, and she brings her knees up hard, flipping him over her and onto his back. THUD! Buffy springs to her feet. Angel quickly recovers and he rushes her.
They tussle. She sweep kicks his legs out from under and he hits the floor hard, knocking the wind out of him.
Swiftly, Buffy snatches the French bread, ROLLS over to Angel's prone body, then kneels on his chest, pinning him, the bread poised over his heart like a stake.
Right in the heart.
She tosses the bread back. They are still entwined, still close.
I'm not sure that's the word...
A little close to home - self-awareness intrudes and discomfort sets in. She quickly stands.
Well, I didn't mean satisfied
No, I wasn't trying to -
'Cause we're not having satisfaction,
in the personal sense...
(gathering her stuff)
I should take off. Giles is -
Waiting for you. I know.
She stops, realizing the moment has passed and she can relax.
Thanks. For the work out.
Am I going to see you this weekend?
You probably have plans...
Birthday, right. Actually, yeah, I do
have a thing.
A thing? A date?
Nice attempt at casual. It is a date.
Older man. Very handsome. Likes it
when I call him "Daddy."
It is your father...
She nods, happily.
He's taking me to the ice show. It's
great fun. And I could definitely use
a little more fun.
INT. LIBRARY - NIGHT
CLOSE ON: Buffy's glum face.
She is staring at a crystal dangling right in front of her from a leather string.
And this one?
WIDEN to find GILES holding the string and Buffy sitting at the table, a variety of stone and crystals laid out before her. She scrutinizes the crystal with a lack of enthusiasm.
For charm bags, money spells,
and cleansing one's aura.
Okay, so: how do you know when
your aura's dirty? Somebody come
by with a finger and write "wash me"
Buffy, I'm aware of your distaste for
studying the vibratory stones, but as
it's part of your training, I'd appreciate
your glib-free attention.
Sorry. I just figure with Faith on one
of her unannounced walkabouts
someone should be out patrolling.
Faith is not interested in proper
training, so I rely on you to keep
up with yours.
I hate being the "good" one.
And as for patrolling, you'll be out
there soon enough, why so anxious?
Buffy appears self-conscious.
Let's just say I've got a lot of energy
to burn off.
Due time. For the present, if it's not
entirely beyond your capabilities...
try to concentrate.
Giles places a large BLUE CRYSTAL before her. Buffy sighs heavily, then lazily eyes the crystal.
Faint WIND-CHIMES are heard...
EXT. PLAYGROUND - LATER (NIGHT)
The CHIMES blend into the RUSTY SQUEAKS of child swings, a small whirligig, moving slowly in the night breeze.
Then, a SCREAM as a VAMPIRE'S airborne body comes crashing down near the top of a slide. Gravity takes him for a ride to the ground.
in prime fighting mode, easily dominating her adversary.
Wow, that was really funny looking.
Could you do that again?
I'll kill you for that!
For that? What were you trying to
kill me for before?
She deftly roundhouse kicks the vamp in the face, sending him sprawling onto the whirligig.
She whips out a stake and holds it high.
Okay, so here's the deal -
WHOOF - she suddenly appears DIZZY and staggers a bit.
THE VAMP eyes her suspiciously. Then, seeing an opportunity, he LUNGES, throwing her to the ground.
Instantly, he's on top of her, much like Angel earlier, only this time Buffy's far from in control.
The vamp GRIPS the stake in Buffy's hand and, with little effort, twists it until the sharp point touches her chest.
He pushes down on the stake hovering over her heart and WHISPERS to her in a manner both intimate and obscene:
Let me know if I'm not doing this
terrified and struggling, but weak and disoriented, as the stake presses down on her chest.
EXT. PLAYGROUND - CONTINUOUS (NIGHT)
As before, the vampire has a scared, woozy Buffy pinned, pressing the stake down toward her heart.
The pain brings her focus back and she gives the vamp a ferocious HEAD BUTT. He rolls off her, nursing a bleeding brow.
As Buffy wearily pushes herself up, she spots
lying on the ground where it was dropped. She scrambles toward it on all fours as the vampire recovers and sees her.
Snarling, he DIVES at her. Too late. Buffy turns over, and he impales himself on the stake propped up in her hands. Dust.
Buffy sits up, brushing off dust, trying to shake off her near death experience.
She opens and closes her fists, feels her arms. Finally, concerned, she stands, takes a last glance around, and walks away.
As she moves off, the CAMERA PANS to find a FIGURE, unseen by Buffy, lurking in the shadows.
PUSH IN on him to discover, in the half-light, the face and graying hair of an OLDER MAN watching her.
INT. LIBARAY - EARLY MORNING (DAY)
Giles enters for the day, carrying his case, engrossed in some old book, half noticing:
BUFFY - a throwing knife in hand, concentrating intently at some unseen target.
Bit early in the day...
She lets it fly (off-camera) - THWACK - then grimaces.
Giles, something's wrong.
Giles follows her gaze to the:
ARCHERY TARGET WITH KNIVES EVERYWHERE
sticking out of walls, a bookcase, book bindings - only one or two made the target, though none in the immediate vicinity of the bull's-eye.
Ah. Maybe you shouldn't -
She hurls another knife - thwacks way wide.
-- do that anymore.
On top of that, I got a bad case of the
dizzies last night and almost let a vamp
stake me. With my own stake!
(throws again, wide)
I am way off my game, my game's
left the country, it's in Cuernavaca,
what's going on here?
Well... probably you've just
contracted a flu-bug or something.
Buffy registers the possibility with grave disappointment.
Oh, no. Not sick. I can't get sick.
Buffy, with precautions, there's no
reason to think you'll end up in the
hospital like last time.
No, my father's coming up to take
me to the ice show. We do it every
year for my birthday. If I cancel on
him, it'll break his heart.
Perhaps you should take it easy for
the next forty-eight hours. Forego
any more patrolling until you're
feeling yourself again.
No, no - I think I need to spend a
little more time training...
Buffy throws another knife (off-camera), followed by the CRASH of breaking glass.
EXT. SUNNYDALE HIGH SCHOOL - PALM COURT - DAY
Buffy sits with XANDER, WILLOW and OZ, under a tree, having their lunch as other students mill about.
An ice show. A show performed
on ice. And how old are we, again?
I saw "Snoopy on Ice" once when
I was little. My dad took me backstage
and I got scared and threw up on
I know you all think it's just a big,
dumb, girly thing, but it's not.
Some of the skaters are Olympic
medal winners and my dad buys me
cotton candy, a different stuffed
animal wearing fuzzy skates every year
and okay it is a big, dumb, girly thing,
but I love it.
Not so girly. Ice is cool. It's water.
But it's not.
I think it's sweet you and your dad
have a tradition, 'specially now that
he's not around so much.
Ixnay on the caramel corn if you're
Okay, but we're still talking party,
right? I mean, some of us relish
celebrating the birth of the Buf.
Maybe it's time to call a moratorium
on parties in my honor. They tend to
go badly. Monsters crash, people die...
Eighteen is a big one, Buffy. You
can vote now. You can be drafted.
You can vote not to be drafted.
Still, I think maybe I'll just
celebrate this one with quiet
Where's it written quiet reflection
can't be combined with cake and
INT. BUFFY'S KITCHEN - EVENING (NIGHT)
CLOSE on a small MYLAR BALLOON with the ever so cute picture of a duckling blowing out candles on a birthday cake. The balloon sticks out of a pleasant, though not extravagant, bouquet of flowers on the table.
WIDEN to find JOYCE at the stove, stirring sauce. We hear a DOOR SLAM.
They're not... They're from your
It takes Buffy a nanosecond to register its meaning. Her face goes slack as she notices a small card with two tele-tickets attached to the bouquet. She sits down at the table, her back to Joyce.
His quarterly projections are
unraveling and he can't afford
to take off right now. He promises
he'll make it up to you. It's all there
in the note...
PUSH IN on Buffy.
as she removes the note and tickets and eyes them stoically.
If you want, I could ask someone
to cover for me at the gallery. I
mean, if you want me to take you...
TILT DOWN to BUFFY'S HAND
as, unseen by Joyce, she crumples the unread note.
Do you want me to go?
Buffy pulls herself together and puts on a brave smile, then turns to face her mother.
That's okay. Really. I was thinking
earlier how nice it would be to have
a quiet birthday.
EXT. ABANDONED BOARDING HOUSE - NIGHT - ESTABLISHING
Large and broken down. Overgrown shrubbery. Dead lawn. A faded sign near the end of what once was a walk dangles limply from its rotted post: "SUNNYDALE ARMS. ROOMS TO LET. BREAKFAST INCLUDED. INQUIRE WITHIN."
INT. ABANDONED BOARDING HOUSE ANTEROOM - NIGHT
MOVING THROUGH a DARK sparsely furnished anteroom, past the staircase, BRICKED UP windows - in and out of pockets of light generated by different fixtures. A real spook house.
For a few moments, we observe a weary YOUNG MAN perched at the top of a teetering stepladder, laying mortar and the final bricks in the frame of a windowsill.
SWING AROUND to discover we've been in the P.O.V. of
QUENTIN TRAVERS, whom we recognize as the older man from the playground: his manner and dress are British academia. (For all intents and purposes, he's Giles in thirty years.)
ANOTHER YOUNG MAN, looking as overworked as the first, descends the stairs, his work clothes splattered with mortar. TRAVERS turns to him.
How much longer, Hobson?
Five, maybe six hours, sir.
Travers checks his watch.
Once you've finished, you and Blair
can get some rest...
... but sleep in shifts.
Travers follows a LOW, GUTTURAL SOUND that's been droning on for some time to a heretofore unseen large, heavy wooden CRATE propped up against the wall, next to a mantelpiece. The wood is old and scarred. The lid padlocked in four places. HUM emanates from it.
We're getting very close...
He takes a step or two toward the box.
PUSH IN on a small slit cut out near the top, though the darkness reveals nothing.
P.O.V. FROM INSIDE CRATE - TRAVERS STARING BACK
Whatever it is inside, it's HUMMING. Softly, tunelessly; echoing within its confines.
... the Slayer's preparation is nearly
INT. LIBRARY - NIGHT
Buffy sits again at the large reference table, as Giles lays out the chorus line of stones and crystals before her. She's making conversation, he's all business.
I mean, I know there's cartoon
characters but they also do pieces
from ballets and operas... Brian
Boitano in Carmen, it's a life changer...
He doesn't actually play Carmen...
But a lot of sophisticated people go.
Giles moves the large blue crystal in front of Buffy.
I thought we'd start with the
Grounding Crystal again.
... it's the kind of thing fathers do
with their daughters...
Now, look very carefully for the tiny
flaw at its core.
I mean if someone were free they'd
take their daughter or their... student...
(still nothing from Giles; sotto)
... or their Slayer...
Buffy, I think we need to concentrate
Buffy sighs a little, looks at the crystal.
Look for the flaw at its center.
BUFFY'S P.O.V. - CRYSTAL
PUSH IN on it as those faint WIND CHIMES fade in.
keeping a fixed stare, her eyes no longer blinking.
He studies her for a bit. She's FROZEN. And Giles doesn't seem a bit surprised. He reaches under the table, picks up his case and from it produces a small leather box. He opens it to reveal one FREAKIN' HUGE HYPODERMIC NEEDLE filled with a faintly yellow liquid. Turning back to Buffy, he swabs her arm and (off-camera) injects her. She doesn't flinch.
One more swab then he quickly shoves the hypo back into the box, the box back into his case, the case back under the table. Satisfied that all is as it was, he reaches out...
CLOSE ON: The crystal as Giles' hand envelopes it, breaking the optic connection. Buffy blinks back to life.
What? Did I zone on you? Sorry,
must be this flu-bug I'm nursing.
Best take care of that. Why don't
Call it a night. Good idea. See ya'.
Buffy turns to leave.
ON GILES as he watches her intently, his warm look quickly evaporating and replaced with a steely-eyed demeanor.
EXT. SCHOOL - FOUNTAIN QUAD - THE NEXT MORNING (DAY)
Amid the mid-morning bustle, Buffy and Willow emerge.
How goes it with Amy the rat?
Good. She really likes the new
exercise wheel. When she runs,
her little nose wiggles so happily...
I meant, how goes it with changing
her back into a human being?
Oh. Still working on it. But I did
get her the cutest little bell -
She stops when they overhear:
You don't do that to me!
Buffy looks over to see
CORDELIA and GUY, a hulking wrestler-type, hovering menacingly over her, in a secluded corner. Though speaking in reasonably hushed tones, Guy's anger is unmistakable.
I waited for you at the Bronze all
night! What's the story?
Came to my senses. And the big
He grabs her arm, roughly.
You made me look like some
kind of dork in front of my posse.
First of all, "posse?" Passe.
Second, anyone with a teaspoon
of brain would know not to take
my flirting seriously. Especially,
with my extenuating circumstances.
Rebound. Look it up.
She turns to leave and he throws her against the tree.
I'm not through here.
A hand grabs his arm.
I beg to differ.
She pulls. His arm does NOT budge. Guy looks at her like she's a loon. Buffy tries again with both hands, STRAINING. He casually SHOVES her away - she slams into the wall and slides to the floor. Willow immediately rushes to her side.
Cordelia stares aghast at the prone Buffy, then turns to Guy and RAINS BLOWS on his chest and shoulders. Guy cowers.
What is wrong with you?
The chick started it.
As Guy continues to retreat from Cordelia's assualt...
ANGLE ON WILLOW AND BUFFY
Are you okay?
Buffy stares up at her, looking very not.
INT. SCHOOL HALLWAY - MINUTES LATER (DAY)
Buffy catches up to Giles.
Okay, I just got swatted down by
some no-neck and rescued by Cordelia.
What the hell is happening, Giles?
All right. Calm yourself.
Are you getting the big picture here?
I have no strength. No coordination.
I throw knives like... like...
She looks at him, her face a mask of fear and vulnerability.
Like I'm not the Slayer.
They stand speechless for a moment.
Giles tentatively reaches out to put a hand on her shoulder, then notices the black and blue mark where Guy shoved her.
Should see the one farther south.
Buffy, I assure you, given time,
we'll get to the bottom of whatever's
causing this... anomaly.
Giles eyes her uncomfortably. She's too upset to notice.
I give you my word.
You're having doubts...
INT. ABANDONED BOARDING HOUSE PARLOR - DAY
A sitting room with bricked-up windows and fireplace. Giles sits on a sofa, absentmindedly stirring a cup of tea.
I understand your concerns, of course, Giles.
WIDEN as Travers sits in a chair across from Giles.
But you lodged your appeals with
the watcher's council. And, still,
they've decided to go forward.
There's nothing we can do now but
You know, I've always had nothing
but the utmost respect for the council.
I've followed their dictates to the letter.
The Cruciamentum is not easy. For
slayer or watcher. But it's been done
this way for a dozen centuries.
Whenever a slayer turns eighteen.
It's a time-honored rite of passage-
(cutting him off)
It's an antiquated exercise in
cruelty. Locking her in this tomb...
(re: Kralik's crate)
unleashing that on her.
If any one of the council still had
actual contact with a slayer they'd
see. But I'm the one in the thick of it.
Which is why you're not qualified to
make this decision. You're too close.
I'm not. No test is necessary of
her - especially not one as...
as perverse as this.
I'm appealing to you as a friend and
colleague, Quentin. I know you can
put a stop to it.
Quentin seems struck by Giles' words. A beat. Then his resolve returns.
I'm sorry. A slayer must be more
than physical prowess. She must
have cunning, imagination... a
confidence derived from self-reliance.
Believe me, once this is all over - your
Buffy will be stronger for it.
Or she'll be dead for it.
INT. BOARDING HOUSE FRONT HALLWAY - DAY
Hobson is working at the open front door, adjusting a large spring mechanism. Giles starts out, escorted by Travers.
Giles stops and turns to him.
If this girl's everything you say,
then you've nothing to worry about.
Giles nods slightly and, wordlessly, exits.
Sir, if you can spare me for a short
spell, I'll need to make a run to the
hardware store. I just need -
A SCREAM cuts him off. A BLOOD-CURDLING, WET YOUR PANTS, FERAL SHRIEK. Hobson and Travers exchange a look as Blair appears.
Take care of it.
Blair and Hobson go to work.
INT. BOARDING HOUSE ANTEROOOM - CONTINOUS (DAY)
CLOSE ON: Blair's hand as he removes a key ring from his pocket and starts unlocking the padlocks.
Travis stands by, wielding a large FIRE AX. The two young watchers pry open the crate's lid.
CLOSE ON: Eyes, clenched shut, partly from light sensitivity, but mostly from searing pain. All at once, they snap open.
His name is ZACHARY KRALIK. He's a vampire, clearly. But the eyes reveal, not just demonic evil, but MADNESS. Heavy steel brackets bind him to the back of the box. His thin wiry frame is dressed in a pale green jumpsuit and trundled up in a STRAIT JACKET. Blair and Hobson are momentarily stopped by Kralik's gaze, until they are startled by:
Come on! Come on!
Blair attends to one of two PRESCRIPTION BOTTLES on a nearby mantel. He places two pills on the tip of a thin, metal telescoping wand. Standing a few feet away, Blair directs the wand to Kralik's mouth. The vampire is oblivious, too caught up in his pain.
Kralik. Your pills. Open your mouth.
Kralik takes the pills. Now Hobson approaches the crate with a pair of tongs that hold a glass of water. Standing to the side, he brings it to the vampire's lips. Kralik drinks voraciously, water dribbling down his chin.
That's enough. Close it up.
The watchers close the lid and reattach the locks. Travers crosses to the crate, inspecting their work.
Are you sure he's containable?
I am. As long as we give him his
KRALIK'S P.O.V. - TRAVERS
peering through the slit
And the opportunity to kill a slayer.
INT. LIBARAY - LATE AFTERNOON (DAY
Buffy, Willow, Xander and Oz are scattered about combing through piles and piles of books.
Aha! A curse on slayers - oh, no,
wait. It's "lawyers."
Maybe we're on the wrong track
with the spells, curses and whammies.
Maybe what we should be looking for
is something like slayer kryptonite.
Faulty metaphor. Kryptonite kills.
(recovering comic book geek mode)
You're assuming I meant green
kryptonite. I was referring, of course,
to red kryptonite which drains Superman
of his powers.
Wrong, gold kryptonite's the power-
sucker. Red kryptonite's the one
that mutates Superman into weird -
They turn and look at he. She indicates their environs.
Buffy and Willow now settle in a quiet corner away from the geek squad.
Buffy, I know you're definitely,
without a doubt, going to get your
But - what if you don't?
Buffy looks at her, thrown.
I mean, there's a slight, eensy
possibility and it just seems like,
maybe, it's a good thing to get on
out there and discuss. Just in case.
Buffy tries to cover her fears on the matter.
Okay. If I don't' get my powers
back - I don't. I'll deal.
On the short side for a discussion.
I mean, there's a plus side to being
a regular girl. The whole not-bleeding-
As for example.
Then there's the buying outfits without
worrying if they're good for bleeding-
and-killing-and-dying in. There's a lot
of good to it.
Actually, it could really open up-
Willow doesn't have a chance to finish before Giles enters. Buffy anxiously stands, her brave front disappearing.
Did you find out... anything?
Giles takes a deep breath, considering his answer.
He looks pained as Buffy registers resigned disappointment.
INT. BOARDING HOUSE BEDROOM - NIGHT
Hobson enters, Blair is sleeping on a cot. Hobson lies down. We hear THAT SCREAM again. Blair bolts awake - looks at Hobson.
It's your shift.
Blair reluctantly gets up and exits as Hobson pulls the pillow over his head and tries to go to sleep.
INT. BOARDING HOUSE ANTEROOM - NIGHT
Blair opens the last of the padlocks and raises the lid revealing Kralik who appears to be in excruciating pain. Blair takes off to the kitchen with the nearby empty glass.
Kralik takes note of Blair's departure, then purposefully strains within the strait jacket, SCREAMING as he pulls.
INT. BOARDING HOUSE KITCHEN - NIGHT
INT. BOARDING HOUSE ANTEROOM - NIGHT
With one last mighty effort, the strait jacket TEARS LOUDLY and Kralik's right arm is free.
returns with the water, glancing at Kralik who appears delirious with pain, though as strait-jacketed as ever.
Blair places the pills at the end of the wand, then, hanging as far back as he can, offers it to the seemingly pain-stricken vampire. The vampire doesn't take them.
They're right in front of you!
The watcher apprehensively moves in a bit.
Can't see... Can't reach it...
BLAIR'S FEET inch forward.
Open your ey-
With startling suddenness, Kralik's hand grips Blair's throat - his eyes bulge as he's lifted off the ground.
Shhh... Everything's okay now...
kicking in the air. We hear the SOUNDS OF FEEDING as the pills and wand clatter to the ground and roll away.
INT. MANSION - NIGHT
A gift, wrapped in cloth, tied up with twine.
ON BUFFY AND ANGEL
Who sit together as she unwraps a book: an old edition of Browning's Sonnets. She lifts the front cover.
INSERT: A one word inscription, signed by Angel: "Always."
BACK ON BUFFY AND ANGEL
Buffy, clearly touched but also clearly bothered by something, closes the book.
Angel. Thank you. It's beautiful.
Angel looks unsure, reading her mood.
You really like it?
Buffy tries for more enthusiasm. Leafs through the book.
Of course I do. It's thoughtful and
sweet and, uh, full of neat words to
learn and say like "wilt" and
Then why did you seem more excited
last year when you got a severed arm
in a box?
Buffy sees that she's nailed. Lets down.
I'm sorry. Really - I love the book.
And I love what you wrote.
It's just... Suddenly, there's this
chance that my calling could be a
wrong number. I guess it's freaking
me out a little.
What if I have lost my powers, Angel?
I mean, for good?
You lived a long time without them.
You can do it again.
Buffy stands - agitated.
But what if I can't? I've seen too
much now. I know what goes bump
in the night. Not being able to fight
it - what if I just hide under my bed,
all scared and helpless...
Or what if I just get pathetic?
Hanging out at "The Old Slayer's
Home" - talking people's ears off
about my glory days... showing them
Mr. Pointy, the stake I had bronzed...
Angel moves to her, speaks soothingly.
Buffy. You couldn't be helpless or boring.
Not even if you tried.
Oh, don't be so sure. Before I became
the Slayer I was... well I don't want
to say shallow, but... let's just say a
certain person who shall remain nameless,
let's call her "Spordelia", looked like a
classical philosopher next to me. If I'm
not the Slayer, I mean... what do I have
Why would you like me?
I saw you before you became the
I watched you, I saw you called. It
was a bright afternoon, out in front
of your school, you walked down the
steps and I loved you.
Because I could see your heart. You
held it before you for everyone to
see and I worried that it would be
bruised or torn. More than anything
in my life I wanted to keep it safe,
to warm it with my own.
She folds into his arms, whispers.
A moment, as he holds her.
Or, taken literally, incredibly gross.
I was just thinking that too.
INT. ABANDONED BOARDING HOUSE ANTEROOM - NIGHT
The LOW, TUNELESS, HUMMING of Kralik drones on as we see Blair's corpse lying at the foot of the crate.
TIGHT ON: Blair's face as it MORPHS to vampire form and his eyes snap open. He gets to his feet.
You're up. I was afraid I drained
you too much. I do that sometimes.
Wordlessly, Blair picks up the ax and moves toward Kralik.
Ever have a tune that you can't get
out of your head? Playing over and
over and over? Drives me nuts.
Blair raises the ax above his head.
SERIES OF QUICK CUTS
as the ax comes down where the brackets are bolted in.
Finally, Kralik steps out of the box, the strait jacket slips off of him. He's completely free.
Thank you. That's much better.
He turns his head, cracking his neck.
It's a game, you know. We're not
going to play by their rules... But
that doesn't mean we're not going
to play. Call in your friend... and
we'll discuss it over dinner.
INT. BOARDING HOUSE ANTEROOM/FRONT HALL - NIGHT
All is quiet as Giles enters from the front hallway.
He peers in to the parlor to find it empty, then takes a wary glance toward
THE CRATE, its lid closed, its contents, silent.
Finding no one, he crosses to the staircase and starts up the stairs, continuing to call out.
Hello? Quentin? Hob-
Something causes him to hesitate. He lifts his hand off the banister and turns it into the light. His palm is WET and TACKY with BLOOD. He quickly glances up to the top landing, then at the crate. Squinting in the dim light, he notices for the first time the unlocked padlocks and open latches.
His eyes widen as terror seeps into them. Instinctively, he backs away from the crate, the KICKS one of the staircase's vertical posts. Once, twice... It breaks off and Giles picks up a makeshift stake.
He cautiously moves to the box, takes hold of the lid. Summoning his courage, he RIPS IT OPEN.
Empty. Just shattered brackets, a torn strait jacket and splintered wood. Then Giles notices something else...
A STAGGERED TRAIL OF BLOOD
leading to a closed door to the right of the mantelpiece. Crossing to it, he turns the knob and opens the door slowly, his stake poised and read...
INT. BOARDING HOUSE PANTRY - CONTINUOUS (NIGHT)
TIGHT ON: Giles' hand, as it fishes along the wall for a light switch. Finding one, he flicks it on.
BLOOD, EVERYWHERE - Streaked and splattered all over the wall, the door. We don't see what's in that room but Giles does. He quickly slams the door shut...
INT. BOARDING HOUSE ANTEROOM - CONTINUOUS
...pulls out a handkerchief and gags. He takes one more anxious look around, then bolts from the house.
EXT. STREET - NIGHT
Buffy walks along the empty street, lost in thought as she peruses her new book, completely unaware of
THE TWO FIGURES in her path. Startled, Buffy stops and looks up to see...
TWO DRUNK CONSTRUCTION WORKER TYPES loitering on a corner, eyeing her. As she passes them, one calls out:
Hey, sweet girl... how much for a
lapdance for me and my buddy?
She freezes. Slowly she turns and starts toward them. Then stops. What's she gonna do about it? Frustrated, she keeps walking, turning down a back alley.
"Walk me home? Don't be silly,
Angel. I can take care of myself."
Then, she hears something: HUMMING. LOW, GUTTURAL, TUNELESS.
She looks around. Nothing. Unnerved, she looks behind her.
Hummers - big turnoff. I like guys
who remember the lyrics.
No response. She turns back around and GASPS, finding herself smack up against...
Wish I could. But my mind's not
what it used to be.
She tries to pull away, but he grabs her sleeve. Instinctively she hits him in the face. Twice. He doesn't feel it at all. Her terror builds as she WHIMPERS:
Let me go.
Didn't say please.
He pulls her closer, fangs bared. Then her sleeve slips off her arm. She uses the opportunity to scramble out of her coat, then retreats a few steps, only to find
blocking the way. She takes off in the opposite direction, running for her life.
Help! Somebody help me!
Kralik gestures with his head and Blair gives chase.
Buffy looks around, desperately, then spots a high chain-link fence and makes for it.
Help me please!
She LUNGES for the fence, but, with her leaping ability on the fritz, she can't... quite... reach the... top.
Frantic, she suddenly notices a small hole in the chain link a few yards in front of her. She looks back to find Blair is almost upon her. Sprinting as fast as she can to the opening, she clumsily pushes herself through. The jagged cut links in the fence scratch her face, her arms.
Blair grabs her leg. She SCREAMS, then manages to pull away, staggering backwards. Blair's hand is reaching for her. Before she can get her baring, she's bathed in an INCREASINGLY BRIGHT LIGHT. She turns and squints into its source.
HEADLIGHTS from an oncoming car. Buffy tries to wave it down.
Stop! Please! I need-
The car never slows, almost mowing her down.
She looks back to the fence to see Blair scaling it. She SCREAMS and turns to run, failing to notice the LIGHTS from another oncoming car, heading straight for her.
Too late to jump out of the way, Buffy braces to be hit. At the last instant, the care swerves to her right and screeches to a halt. The passenger door swings open and Buffy sees...
She gets in and Giles puts pedal to metal even before she has the door closed, which is pertinent since Blair is at her door pulling on it. Finally Buffy manages to kick him off. He hits the road and rolls for a few feet.
LOW ANGLE - As the headlights get smaller in the distance, and Blair pulls himself up, we see
IN THE FOREGROUND - Kralik's pale green legs standing in the middle of the street.
INT. GILES' CAR - MEANWHILE (NIGHT)
Buffy shivers uncontrollably, her breathing sharp and erratic.
I... couldn't... couldn't fight
them... I was...
Shame washing over him, Giles swallows hard, then turns his eyes back to the road. Buffy is welling up with tears.
I was helpless...
INT. LIBARAY - NIGHT
Buffy is wrapped in a blanket to stave off shock. She speaks to Giles quietly:
I hit him... it felt like my arm
was broken, it hurt so much...
Giles, I can't be... just a person,
I can't be helpless like that...
We have to find out what's
happening to me.
He places the box in front of her, opens it to reveal the hypo and a vial of pale yellow liquied.
It's an organic compound of muscle
relaxants, adrenal suppressors...
The effect is temporary. You'll be
yourself again in a few days.
With a quivering hand, she takes it from him and stares at it with growing revulsion. Giles deposits something on the table in front of her. The blue crystal.
A mesmerizing crystal. Stare at it
for more than a few seconds and
it puts one in a deep trance. While
you were... under, I-
(in a stunned haze)
Giles swallows hard.
It's a test, Buffy. The Tento di
Cruciamentum. It's given to slayers
when they reach - if they reach
their eighteenth birthday.
He pauses for a reaction, but Buffy just stares at the hypo.
The Slayer is disabled then
entrapped with a vampire foe
whom she's to defeat in order to pass.
The vampire you were to face
has escaped. His name is Zackary
Kralik. As a human, he'd murdered,
tortured, more than a dozen young
women before being committed to a
sanitarium for the criminally insane
when a vamp-
He ducks just in time as the leather box comes flying at his head, the hypo and vial SHATTERING against a bookcase.
Giles looks over at Buffy, on her feet, still shaking, though now more with rage than shock.
You bastard! All this time you saw
what it was doing to me. All this
time and you didn't say a word!
I wanted to...
In matters of tradition and protocol,
I have to answer to the Council.
Buffy buries her face in her hands.
My role in this was specific... I was
to administer the injections, then
direct you to the old boarding house
on Prescott Lane-
I can't hear this, I can't...
Buffy, please -
Who are you? How could you do this
(reaches for her arm)
I'm deeply sorry, Buffy, you have to
If you touch me I'll kill you.
You have to listen to me. Because I
have told you this, the test is
invalidated. You'll be safe, I promise.
Whatever I have to do, to deal with
Kralik and to win back your trust -
You stuck a needle in me. You
What's going on?
She has entered, surveys the scene. Two portraits of misery.
Oh god. Is the world ending? I have
to research a paper on Bosnia for
tomorrow but if the world's ending
I'm not gonna bother.
Buffy starts out of the libaray.
Buffy you can't walk home alone -
It isn't safe!
He moves toward her - she turns.
I don't know you.
Did something take her memory?
Ji-ylls. He hangs out here a lot.
Cordelia... could you please drive
Her voice is small, plaintive. Cordelia kindly responds:
Buffy starts out. Cordy follows, saying to Giles:
But if the world doesn't end, I'm
gonna need a note.
INT. BUFFY'S DINING ROOM - NIGHT
Joyce is at the table, bills laid out, doing household finances when she hears- or senses-something. If we hear it at all, it sounds like faint crying. She crosses to the front door...
EXT. BUFFY'S HOUSE - NIGHT
...and opens it. A look of grave concern crosses her face when she sees someone balled up in a fetal position at the foot of the porch. She immediately recognizes the coat.
She goes to Buffy and touches her arm. The figure rolls over.
INT. BUFFY'S KITCHEN/DINING ROOM/PORCH - NIGHT
Buffy enters from the back door, still shaken and upset. She warily eyes the flower arrangement on the table, then grabs the bunch and tosses it in the garbage under the sink.
That's when she notices:
BUFFY'S P.O.V. - The front door, AJAR.
As she looks closer, light from the porch spills in the open doorway illuminating a small square object. Buffy crosses to it and picks it up.
CLOSE ON: a Polaroid photo of a terror-stricken Joyce - with Kralik, his hand resting menacingly on her throat.
BUFFY blanches, then turns the picture over. Written in silver marker, across the black backing: "COME."
INT. BUFFY'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Buffy, dressed for battle, throws her weapon's bag on the bed and proceed to stock it: stakes, crosses, crossbow... She stuffs a jar of holy water in her coat pocket, a cross in her back pocket.
Done, she grabs the handle and lifts the bag off the bed... WITH UNEXPECTED DIFFICULTY. She puts it down again, REACTS to its heft, coupled with her diminished strength. She throws the bag's strap over her shoulder, and with great effort, lugs the heavy thing out.
FLASH CUT TO:
INT. BOARDING HOUSE CELLAR - NIGHT
Mother... May I call you mother?
Joyce's frightened eyes squint in the blackness, then...
FLASH! Joyce is startled, blinded by the popping flashbulb of a polaroid camera, followed by the WHIR of a developing picture being spat out.
My mother was a person with no
self-respect of her own, so she
tried to take mine, ten years old
and she had the scissors, you wouldn't
believe what she took with those...
FLASH! Joyce cringes from the assault on her dilated pupils.
She's dead to me now. Mostly 'cause
I killed and ate her. But also because
time's been a healing salve. I'm
shunned by my kind... I'm aware
FLASH! And in it, we focus on:
ANGLE: A pitcher of water and a glass, which sit on a stool. Kralik's pills beside them.
But it's okay. I can be sealed inside
a box for six years, give or take, and
not care. Because I know I won't be
alone much longer. I'll have your
daughter. I won't kill her... I'll make
her like me. Different. She'll go to
sleep and when she wakes up... your
face will be the first thing she eats.
(off Joyce's terrified look)
I have a problem with mothers. I'm
aware of that.
Joyce, terrified beyond words, violently and vainly struggles.
FLASH CUT TO:
INT. BOARDING HOUSE FRONT HALL - NIGHT
Buffy enters, moving slowly into the dark space. And it is dark - there may be a couple of lamps on, but they only serve to throw huge shadows across the walls. Great portions of the space drop completely off into black.
Kneeling down, Buffy sticks a stake in the doorway, letting the door close on it, keeping the door just slightly ajar. She stands and pulls a loaded crossbow from her shoulder bag. Not knowing where to go, and with no real sense of the layout of the place, she heads to the left, into the parlor.
INT. BOARDING HOUSE PARLOR - CONTINUOUS (NIGHT)
She moves through this dark space slowly as well, trying not to shake. There is a doorway at the other end and she approaches it. Summoning her courage, she opens it.
It opens onto a brick wall.
INT. BOARDING HOUSE FRONT HALL - NIGHT
We see the stake as Blair pulls it out, lets the door swing shut.
INT. GILES' OFFICE - NIGHT
Giles is on the phone, getting nothing but ringing, when Travers walks in. Giles hangs up.
I've been trying to reach you.
I was on watch, by the boarding house.
Then you know what's happened.
He's killed Hobson. And made Blair
his own - your perfectly controlled
test has spun rather impressively out
of control, don't you think?
It changes nothing.
Then allow me. I've told Buffy
That is in direct opposition to the
Yes - interestingly enough, I don't
give a rat's ass about the council's
orders. There will be no test.
The test has already begun.
Giles stares at him.
Your slayer entered the field of play
about ten minutes ago.
I don't know - I returned there just
as she entered.
Giles starts for the door - Travers steps in his way.
Giles, we have no business interfering -
Giles grabs him and throws him out of his way. Travers hits the cabinet by the wall, stumbling not to fall.
This isn't business.
INT. BOARDING HOUSE PARLOR - NIGHT
Buffy drops her cumbersome bag. She inches forward, crossbow at the ready. She comes back out into:
INT. BOARDING HOUSE FRONT HALL - CONTINUOUS (NIGHT)
She goes to the door - sees it's shut and unopenable.
Blair steps out behind her.
She spins, fires, but it goes wild, and he grabs the crossbow, wrenches it from her grasp. He grabs her throat - she wriggles free and ducks into the
INT. BOARDING HOUSE PARLOR - CONTINUOUS (NIGHT)
and makes for her bag behind the sofa - Blair comes in and climbs on the sofa, grabbing at her over the back of it, she scuttles away, not time to get a weapon, Blair comes around the sofa and Buffy backs up next to a bookcase-
Blair comes and she pulls the bookcase down on him, lots of extremely heavy things fall on him, just his arm and head exposed. Dazed, he grabs Buffy's ankle - she grabs a table lamp and brings it down on his head - again - again -
His hand goes limp. Buffy is breathing hard, definitely more freaked than usual. A moment and she goes for her bag, taking the whole thing with her.
INT. BOARDING HOUSE FRONT HALL - CONTINUOUS (NIGHT)
Buffy moves slowly out, looking about her. Looks toward the stairs, then in front of her, toward the anteroom. Moves that way, when a whisper seems to come from all around:
Hide and seek!
Buffy spins -- where did it come from? A moment more and she moves into the
INT. BOARDING HOUSE ANTEROOM - CONTINUOUS (NIGHT)
She comes near the crate. It is closed, just as it was when Giles found it. She puzzles at it a second, approaching - and Kralik leaps out of it like a jack in the box, grabbing the girl.
She squirms. He smiles.
Why did you come to the dark
of the wood...
He takes the bag with one hand, looks in it.
... to bring all these sweets to
He tosses the bag aside, grabs her with his other hand. Makes with the teeth.
Buffy pulls a cross from her back pocket and holds it up to him. He lets go, moving back a bit and hissing.
Cross still held out, Buffy inches toward her bag. Kralik suddenly grabs her hand, cross in it. He pulls open his jumpsuit and shoves her hand in, holding the cross against his chest. He smiles as smoke begins to stream out of the jumpsuit. Moves her hand down just a bit to his stomach -
A little lower... there.
-- like he's got an itch. He beams with nearly sexual gratification.
Buffy jerks her hand away, frightened and repulsed. She bolts away from him, down the hall into:
INT. BOARDING HOUSE KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS (NIGHT)
-- where she slams the door behind her. Gets her bearings-nothing useful here-and moves across to exit out the other side, which puts her in:
INT. BOARDING HOUSE FRONT HALL - CONTINUOUS
at the opposite end from the door, under the stairs.
She looks up them - this must be where her mother is. She moves slowly toward the foot of the staircase, expecting Kralik to seep in from the anteroom and head her off.
He doesn't. There is only silence.
Buffy reaches the stairs and moves quickly up them.
Kralik's hand bursts through the rails and grabs her ankle.
She's halfway up and he's on the hall floor, having followed her through the kitchen. One yank and her legs come out from under her, she falls, her head hitting a step HARD, a WHITE FLASH of pain as she momentarily blacks out -
-- as she comes to in a second, he's still grabbing at her - she fumbles for a splintered rail, jabs it at his face. He snarls and withdraws enough for her to get up.
Blood is coming down her face where she hit her head - a small stream, but more than the Slayer is used to shedding. Hand to her head she limps up the stairs as Kralik comes around to the foot. She enters the
INT. BOARDING HOUSE UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS (NIGHT)
and quickly dashes into the
INT. BOARDING HOUSE BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS (NIGHT)
and slams the door shut behind her, bolting it.
It's pitch black in here. Buffy stumbles, looking for a light.
A huge SLAM and the door shakes, Kralik outside trying to break through. Again. Buffy still stumbles about - till her hand finds a dangling light cord. She pulls it.
The room is lit by a bare bulb. Every square inch of wall space is covered with polaroids of Joyce. Every inch. Buffy wigs at first - then looks more closely:
ANGLE: A PHOTO OF JOYCE
Behind Joyce is clearly the boiler. She's in the basement.
Kralik's fist BURSTS through the door, starts reaching for the bolt. Buffy looks - there's another door and she goes out it, coming out again into the
INT. BOARDING HOUSE UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS (NIGHT)
To one side is the laundry chute. The other leads back downstairs - she heads that way but Kralik steps in the way, grabs her. Not smiling.
If you stray from the path you
will lose your way.
He bears down on her neck - she fights wildly but she's just a girl, pinned and wriggling as he gets his mouth closer to her, he whispers urgently -
I won't take it all, I won't take it all...
Buffy is helpless, still making one last effort to push him away - and he rears back, roaring. Clutching his head.
Buffy tries to take the moment to get by him, but he SLAMS her against the wall. She's dazed as he fumbles in his pocket, pulls out his bottle of pills. With shaking hands, he tries to open it.
Buffy darts forward and grabs the bottle, racing AWAY from Kralik, down the hall and she dives into the laundry chute, two feet in front of him reaching for her:
INT. LAUNDRY CHUTE - CONTINUOUS (NIGHT)
Buffy shoots down it, head first, as Kralik - obviously too big to fit - grabs futilely for her. He is screaming.
INT. BOARDING HOUSE CELLAR - CONTINUOUS (NIGHT)
Buffy comes out of the chute and hits the ground hard. She almost can't get up. Then she hears:
She looks up to see Joyce tied to the chair. She pulls herself up, clothes torn, head bloodied, shaking. But not down.
Buffy, we have to get-
Buffy holds her fingers to her lips. Looks around for a weapon, an idea.
ANGLE: THE DOOR
Is just BLOWN off its hinges by the force of Kralik's blow. He comes down the stairs, screaming:
Where are they?! Where are they?!?
He's dazed with pain, but twice as lethal. He moves into the cellar - sees Joyce still tied up -
Buffy tries to slip by him upstairs but he grabs her, throws her against the wall. He pulls the pills from her fingers and rips off the top, pouring them into his mouth. Grabs the water glass we saw earlier and washes them down.
The pain subsides almost instantly. He turns to Buffy, who has sunk down into the corner.
You almost got away little girl.
I almost lay down and -
He stops, sudden pain wrenching his gut. He is still holding the glass and the bottle of pills - he looks at Buffy.
What did you... My pills...
Very calmly, Buffy shakes her head. She holds up a small, and now empty, container. Of holy water.
Kralik's eyes go wide.
As does his mouth, which smokes, sizzles, and is eaten away from the inside.
As Kralik's whole body begins to tremble and crack, Buffy stands.
If I had the Slayer's power... I'd
be punning right about now.
Buffy stares her deadpan warrior stare at the space he used to occupy. A moment, and she moves to Joyce, starts untying her.
Buffy, thank God you're okay.
I can't get these. They're too tight.
Well, can't you just-
Not right now. Maybe there's some
She moves away - and Blair is right behind her, looking pissed.
As Buffy spins, Blair moves - and is tackled from the side by Giles.
The two of them go crashing into a tool shelf - Blair turns on Giles, punching him with jaw-snapping force.
Buffy looks around for a weapon - and a stake pops out of Blair's back, pushed through the front by Giles. Blair dusts, leaving Giles and Buffy staring at one another.
Congratulations. You pass.
INT. LIBRARY - NIGHT
Buffy sits at the table, holding a wet cloth to her head. Travers stands before her, Giles stands nearby. Nobody looks wildly happy.
You exhibited extraordinary courage
and clearheadedness in battle. The
council is very pleased.
Do I get a gold star?
I understand that you're upset -
You understand nothing. You set that
monster loose and he came after my
You think the test was unfair?
I think you better get out of town
before I get my strength back.
We're not in the business of 'fair',
Miss Summers. We're fighting a war.
You're waging a war. She's fighting
it. There is a difference.
Mr. Giles, if you don't mind-
The test is done. We're finished.
Not quite. She passed. You didn't.
Neither Giles nor Buffy knows what to say.
The Slayer isn't the only one who must
perform in this situation. I have
recommended to the council, and they
have agreed, that you be relieved of
your duties as watcher effective
immediately. You're fired.
On what grounds?
Your affection for your charge has
rendered you incapable of clear and
impartial judgment. You have a father's
love for the child and that is useless
to the cause.
A moment, as Buffy registers the truth in this. Giles does not even look at her.
It would be best for you not to have
further contact with the Slayer-
I'm not going anywhere.
No, well, I didn't expect you to adhere
to that. However, if you interfere with
the new watcher or try to countermand
his authority in any way you will be dealt
with. Are we clear.
We're very clear.
(turning to go)
Yes. Well. Colorful girl.
He throws a look at Giles and walks out. Neither Giles nor Buffy says anything for a while. She puts the rag to her head and winces-
--with pain. Giles moves to her, instinctively.
Let me see...
She looks up at him. A moment of silence, and she slowly hands him the rag. He dips it in water and squats down, inspecting the wound, dabbing it with the rag.
She says nothing. Lets him tend to her.
INT. BUFFY'S KITCHEN - DAY
Buffy, Willow, Oz, Xander and Joyce mill about. They have all been making lunch together, talking, making with the lemonade.
I just can't believe Giles was fired!
How could Giles get fired?
So how did you manage to kill Kralik?
Oh, she was very clever.
(off Buffy's look)
You go ahead and tell it, dear. You tell
But when you say fired, you mean fired?
You're not cruising past that concept
anytime soon, are you?
It's just-he's been fired! He's
unemployed! He's between jobs!
Giles isn't going anywhere, Will.
He's still librarian.
Okay, but I'm writing an angry letter.
Nothing's really gonna change. The
important thing is, I kept up my
special birthday tradition of gut-
wrenching misery and horror.
Bright side to everything.
Buffy grabs the peanut butter, tries to open the jar as she continues:
Things won't ever be exactly the same,
but once I... get back to... full...
She can't do it. Xander smiles at her condescendingly.
Give you a hand with that, little lady?
Playful daggers in her eyes, she hands him the jar.
You're loving this far too much.
He takes the jar-
Admit it. Sometimes you just need
a big strong...
-- and., smiling, completely fails to open it. He struggles, manfully, the smile fixed all the while to his face.
Uh, Will? You wanna give me a hand?