(December 17, 1998)
Written by: Douglas Petrie
EXT. CEMETERY - NIGHT
We see a shot of the ground. It's grassy. Peaceful. Quiet. Then all of a sudden - WHAM! Two slayers (Buffy and Faith) get slammed down into it, hard. Vampires clutch their necks, baring down. Faith makes conversation.
So, what, you're telling me never?
Faith, really. Now is not the time.
I'm curious. Never ever?
Buffy and Faith each FLIP their attackers off them, start kicking ass. Only Faith won't shut up.
Come on, really? All this time and not
How many times can I say it? I have
Buffy PUNCHES the vamp…
KICKS the vamp…
And STAKES the vamp. DUST. (CGI)
He's just a friend.
Faith STAKES her vamp too. More dust. (off camera, no CGI)
What are friends for? I'm sorry.
It's just, all that sweating nightly,
side-by-side action, and you never
put in for a little after hours…
Thanks for the poetry, and no. I
love Xander, I just don't… love
Xander. Besides, I think it ruins
friendships to do stuff like that.
You think too much.
Buffy stops cold. Faith stops, too.
There's one left.
How do you know?
I think too much.
Buffy is looking at the ground (she stands on dirty road, not grass). There is a cacophony of tracks and footprints in the dirt. She mentally adds them up, one set leading her gaze to a tomb nearby.
A shadow moves subtly behind it.
Someone's hiding. The slayers go silent. Buffy points. Faith goes right. Buffy goes left.
Buffy silently counts off on her fingers: One, Two… but that's as far as she gets. Faith LEAPS straight over the top of the tomb, stakes in hand.
Impossibly fast, a third VAMPIRE flashes up from behind the headstone, grabs Faith, and using her momentum SLAMS her into the ground face-first.
The vamp turns to Buffy. Unsheathes a jewel-encrusted SWORD and DAGGER. Holds them in dueling position.
Buffy pulls a stake. FLASH! In one fast swipe, the vamp slices her stake clean in half. Buffy drops the useless wooden nub and kicks the vamp in the nuts. He howls in rage as Buffy kicks away both sword and dagger. He rushes Buffy, and SLAMS her up against a headstone. They struggle. His fangs approach her neck when suddenly - POOF! He's dusted. Dust clears, revealing Faith behind him. Faith grins, twirling her stake like a gunfighter.
Nicely diverted, B.!
She holds up her hand for a high-five. Buffy just looks at her like she's crazy.
That wasn't diverting! That was
fighting for my life, Miss Attention
Buffy storms away, pissed. Faith follows.
Hey, this isn't a Tupperware party,
it's a little harder to plan.
"The count of three" is not a plan.
It's Sesame Street.
Hey, they're toast and we're here so
it couldn't have been too bad. Who
were those guys, anyway?
No idea. They sure didn't look local.
Grab the weapons, would you?
Maybe Giles can…
But the sword and dagger are gone. Buffy and Faith look to each other…
INT. MAYOR'S OFFICE - NIGHT
BAM! The sword and the dagger slam down onto the Mayor's desk so hard, pens and pencils jump. Mr. Trick did the slamming.
The Mayor sits behind the desk, reading the paper. Allan, the Deputy Mayor, stands nervously to one side.
Check these out.
The Mayor laughs quietly as he folds the paper.
I just love the Family Circus. That
P.J.'s getting to be quite a handful.
He looks at the blades as he wipes the newsprint off his fingers with a moist towelette.
Well. Haven't seen anything like
this in… well, in a good long while.
Where is the owner of these fine
The common term is "slain". But
I've been seeing this breed around.
We expecting any trouble?
The Mayor stares at Trick, thinking.
Do you like Family Circus?
I like Marmaduke.
Oh! He's always on the furniture.
Nobody's tellin' Marmaduke what
to do. My kind of dog.
I like to read "Cathy".
The other two look at him like he is a bug. He stammers:
So, what about these swords?
What should we do about that?
Let's just keep an eye out. We've
got the dedication coming up in a
few days - we certainly can't have
anything interfering with that.
Well, maybe we should postpone
The Mayor loses all expression.
I'm thinking the honorable Mayor
hates that idea.
The dedication is the final step before
my ascension. I have waited longer
than you can imagine for this. After
the hundred days, I'll be on a higher
plane. And I'll have no more need for…
He doesn't say what, but he is staring right at Allan.
… Well, let's just say I won't be
concerned with the little things.
Mr. Trick, watch these people.
Anything you find out about them…
well, let's try to see that that
information reaches the slayers.
He picks up the short sword, looks at it.
With any luck, they'll kill each other.
And then everyone's a winner.
Everyone, of course, being me.
INT. LOUNGE - DAY
Buffy, Willow, Xander and Oz, lounging in the school lounge. All look on as Willow looks through an endless pile of thick manila envelopes. College catalogues. Xander reads over her shoulder.
Harvard, Yale, Wesleyan…
Wow, Willow. Looks like early
admission came early this year.
Hence the name.
M.I.T., Barnard, some German
Polytechnical Institute whose name
I can't pronounce… Is anyone else
intimidated? Because I'm just
expecting paper-thin slips with the
words "no way" written on them in
They're typing those now.
I'm so overwhelmed. I got in! To
colleges. Real live colleges! And
now they're wooing me. They're
The wooing stage is always fun.
But weird, too. Rejection I can handle
from my long years of training in the
field. But this…
I feel your pain, Will. Like, right
now? I'm torn between the fast-
growing industries of appliance
repair and motel management.
Of course, I'm still waiting to hear
from The Corndog Emporium, so…
He crosses his fingers: "Here's hoping."
Embrace it, Will. This is a great time.
There's nothing standing between you
and a whole new world.
Except - if I could suggest? Graduate.
Getting left back? Not the thrill ride
A HAND folds back the folder Xander is reading. He looks up. The hand belongs to Cordelia.
That's so cute, planning life as a loser.
Most people just turn out that way,
but you're really taking charge.
The comedy stylings of Miss Cordelia
Chase, everybody. Who incidentally
won't be needing a higher education
when she can just market her own
very successful line of Hooker Wear.
Well Xander, I could dress more like
you but, oh. My father has a job.
I won't waste the perfect comeback
on you now, but don't think I don't
have it. Oh yes, its time will come.
Cordelia's gone. Xander turns back to the group.
So. Life beyond high school. Anyone.
For the love of God, please, chime in.
I hear it's nice. And, a place I'll never
go if I don't pass Mrs. Taggart's chem.
I can help. Chemistry's easy. It's
just like witchcraft, only there's not
as much newt. What do you say?
Study jam at my house? Tonight?
The BELL RINGS. They all get up to leave.
I gotta check in with Giles, report on
last night's patrol.
Oh, that's right. He said he needed
to talk to you.
What about? Is he all right?
Well, he's looked better…
INT. LIBRARY - DAY
Giles HAS looked better - he's uncomfortable, bored and a teeny bit hostile. He is, however, trying to be polite about it.
The reason for his attitude is speaking to him. Incessantly. He is WESLEY WYNDAM-PRYCE, watcher. Young, not bad looking but a bit full of himself. Thinks he's Sean Connery when he's pretty much George Lazenby.
Of course, training procedures have
been updated quite a bit since your
day. Much greater emphasis on field
Oh yes. It's not all books and theory
nowadays. I have in fact faced two
vampires - under controlled
circumstances, of course.
Well, you're in no danger of finding
Controlled circumstances. Hello,
She has entered, looks over the new watcher with suspicion. He brightens to see her, shaking her hand.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce. It's very
nice to meet you.
Is he evil?
The last one was evil.
Oh, yes, Gwendolyn Post, we all
heard. A sad example of the
seductive power of dark knowledge.
Mr. Giles has checked my credentials
rather thoroughly and phoned the
council but I'm glad to see you're on
the ball as well, a good slayer is a
He smiles at her.
Is he evil?
Not in the strictest sense.
(a hint of peeve)
Well, I'm glad that's cleared up.
And as I'm sure none of us is anxious
to waste time on pleasantries, why
don't you tell me everything about
last night's patrol.
Anything else you can tell me?
A gently remonstrative look from Giles makes Buffy grudgingly continue.
One of them had swords. I don't think
he was with the other two.
Swords? One long, one short?
Both pointy. With jewels and stuff.
That sounds familiar.
He is rifling through some of his own books. Hands one open to Giles.
El Eliminati. Fift -
Fifteenth century duelist cult. Deadly
in their day, their numbers dwindled
in later centuries, due to an increase
in antivampire activity and a lot of
pointless dueling. They eventually
became the acolytes of a demon
called Balthazar, who brought them
to the new world. Specifically, here.
You seem to know them well.
I didn't get this job because of my looks.
I really really believe that.
I've researched this town's history.
So why haven't we seen them before
They were driven out a hundred years
ago. Balthazar was, happily, killed.
I'm not sure by whom.
And they're back 'cause…
Balthazar had an amulet, purported to
give him strength. When he was killed,
it was taken by a wealthy landowner -
I don't want to bore you with the details…
Little bit late…
…Named Gleaves. It's buried with
him and I believe the few remaining
Eliminati are probably looking for it.
For sentimental value.
So you don't think the amulet poses
a threat of some kind?
Not at all. None the less, we may as
well keep it from them. Buffy, you
will go to the Gleaves family crypt
tonight and fetch the amulet.
Are you not used to being given
Giles always says please when he
sends me on a mission. And
afterwards, he gives me a cookie.
I don't feel like we're getting off
on quite the right foot -
Faith enters as he speaks. Assesses the situation.
Ah! This is perhaps Faith?
Faith looks at him.
She turns on her heel and exits.
Now, why didn't I say that?
Buffy, do you think you could -
I'll see if I can get her back.
Don't say anything incredibly
interesting while I'm gone.
She exits. Wesley watches, trying not to be thrown.
They'll get used to me.
Giles sighs very quietly, takes off his glasses to clean them. Notices Wesley has taken his off and is cleaning them. Giles slips his back on.
EXT. FOUNTAIN QUAD - DAY
Buffy catches up with Faith, who's storming off campus.
Buffy catches up to her.
I know this new guy's a dork, but…
…I have nothing to follow that, he's
just a dork.
You actually gonna take orders from him?
That's the job. What else can we do?
Whatever we want! We're slayers,
girlfriend. The Chosen Two. Why
should we let him take all the fun
out of it?
That'd be tragic, taking the fun out
of slaying and stabbing and
Oh, like you don't dig it.
Liar. I've seen you. Tell me staking
a vamp doesn't get you a little bit juiced.
Faith stops, faces Buffy, folds her arms and waits. Buffy smiles, hesitates, looks away…
Aah! Can't fool me. The look in your
eyes right after a kill? Just get hungry
You are way off base.
Tell me that if you don't get in a good
slaying, after a while you start itching
for some vamp to show up so you can
give him a good…
She makes a stabbing motion and grunts.
Again with the grunting. I'm not
comfortable with that.
Hey, slaying's what we were built
for. If you're not enjoying it, you're
doing something wrong.
She starts to go.
Uh, what about our assignment?
Tell you what. You do the
homework, and I'll copy yours.
And she goes, leaving a pensive Buffy.
Faith saunters off campus, free. Buffy looks back at the school. Then back at Faith. On her face, we
EXT. CRYPT - NIGHT
Establishing. Buffy enters the Gleaves Family Crypt.
INT. CRYPT - NIGHT
Buffy enters, flashlight in hand, moving forward. She finds a grave. With some effort, she shoves the heavy stone covering aside, looks inside. NASTY CORPSE. No amulet.
She turns to the second grave. Shoves the cover aside. Inside, she sees the rotting corpse of a DEAD MONK. Wearing an ancient, ornate AMULET.
She reaches into the tomb to remove the amulet. And suddenly the tomb is filled with light. Buffy turns to see:
A torch comes into the crypt. Held by a vampire. Followed by another. Then another. Then another. They keep coming. Six torches in all. The vampires swagger in as a pack.
Buffy flips herself over the casket, stuffs herself into the first tomb, next to the ROTTING CORPSE.
She waits, trying to be silent.
The vamps enter. The head vamp, VINCENT, pulls the amulet off the corpse. They exit as a group.
Buffy listens. Nothing. She exhales a sigh of relief. Stands up, and the second she does - CLAP! - a hand GRABS her shoulder.
What are you doing, hiding in there?
Looking for an amulet. Wasn't really
counting on the special guest stars.
Six against one - hence the hiding.
Six against two now. Come on.
Faith runs out of the crypt. Buffy follows.
EXT. CRYPT - NIGHT
The vamps are getting away. We just see the last of them rabbiting down a manhole. Gone. Faith charges after them. Buffy pulls her back.
Wait. Stop. Think.
No. No. No.
It's a manhole. Tight space, no
escape - and six against two - not
unlike three against one.
And there might be more. Come on.
You're just going in? That's your
Faith stops, turns, looks at Buffy like she's crazy.
Who said I had a plan? I don't know
how many's down there but I wanna
find out and I'll know when I land
and if you don't come in after me…
Faith LEAPS, finishing with a big smile:
I might die!!
Gone. Buffy hesitates…
Shit. She can't believe this. No choice. Buffy runs, jumps, and DISAPPEARS down the hole, engulfed in TOTAL BLACKNESS.
INT. LIBRARY - NIGHT
Giles paces as Wesley goes over the watcher diaries, flipping pages.
These are all the diaries, then?
That's everything. Knock yourself
Ah yes. Here's your first entry.
"Slayer is willful and insolent." That
would be our girl, wouldn't it?
You have to get to know her.
"… her abuse of the English
Language is such that I understand
only every other sentence…"
This is going to make fascinating
(looking at his watch)
Where is she?
Not to fret. My mission scenario
has her back in a minute or so.
Shouldn't be any trouble.
He pops a licorice in his mouth as we CUT TO:
INT. SEWER - NIGHT
CRACK! Buffy comes staggering back into frame, having just been good and punched there by an unseen vampire. She turns to face TWO OTHERS. Lightning-fast, she backhands the first, one-tows the other and backs up right into…
Faith. Surrounded by vampires, fighting for her life - and grinning.
The two of them are right in the middle of one big mother of a FIGHT. Six vamps. Two slayers. And the only exit is a small round opening, twelve feet overhead.
You noticed that too?
The vamps ATTACK at once. WAR CRIES echo sharply through the tunnels. Buffy and Faith go total video game on them. Kicking. Punching. Staking. Anything but stopping.
One slams Faith against the slimy sewer wall. Buffy HURLS a stake. It flips end over end, catches him in the back, and we hear him get DUSTED.
But now Buffy's empty handed. Tow vamps rush her, one left, one right, and grab her arms. Their leader, VINCENT, a tall one, unsheathes a sword and dagger. He has the amulet tucked into his belt. He takes a fighting stance.
Let's settle this honorably.
Buffy KICKS the sword out of his hand. Brings the two thugs holding her CRASHING together. Vincent LUNGES with the dagger. Buffy holds the dagger off, but it takes both hands. Vincent takes his free hand, grabs Buffy by the back of the head.
Well, then, we'll just settle it.
Splash! Vincent shoves Buffy's head under the brackish water, face first.
Buffy! Son of a bitch, I'll…
But Faith can't even finish her sentence. She gets socked in the stomach by a big brute of a vamp. Another jumps her from behind. She fights them, two-against-one, watching as Buffy stays down.
Vincent smiles, holding Buffy's head under water. She struggles. Then weakens. Then stops.
Vincent holds her down just a little bit longer, just to make sure. The remaining vamps surround Faith. She's next. Vincent relaxes his grip, stands, is about to turn when…
Buffy WHIPS HER HEAD UP. Alive. Newly baptized. Eyes blazing a glint we've never seen before lighting her eyes. She's crazy. Grins.
She uppercuts Vincent, catching him clean under the jaw and lifting him a good two feet off the ground.
I hate it when they drown me.
Buffy grabs his sword from under the water. Lunges.
Faith grins at Buffy's transformation. She uses the distraction to kneecap one of the vamps holding her with a crisp sidekick. He goes down. She flips one who rushes her from behind. Clears an entrance. Palm-thrusts an onrushing vamp, sending nose cartilage straight into his brain.
Buffy's Errol Flynn. She fences Vincent, kills and oncoming vamp without breaking stride, keeps thrusting forward…
Faith checks that the entrance is clear.
B. - gotta go!
We came for the amulet…
She SWIPES her blade in a long, swinging arc - slicing the amulet's chain from around Vincent's belt. It drops to the ground. She scoops it up the second it lands.
…We're not leaving without it.
She clocks a vamp who's sneaking up behind her (without looking) with the blade handle. He's out.
Vincent and what's left of his men - RUN. A ragged, defeated gang, splashing away in defeat. Buffy, breathless, turns to Faith.
Tell me you don't get off on this.
Buffy stands tall, pockets the amulet, too cool.
INT. LIBRARY- DAY
Wesley, tut-tutting to himself quietly, cleans a small bit of muck off the amulet as he examines it up close.
Well. Looks authentic enough.
Of course, there are tests to be
made before actual verification…
How about verifying that your "nearly
extinct" cult was out in magnum
force last night? Faith and I got into
a serious party situation.
Are you all right?
I had to lather, rinse, and repeat about
five million times to get the sewer
out of my hair, but otherwise, I'm
of the good.
Perhaps there were a few more of
them than we'd anticipated, but
I'd expect you to be ready for
anything. Remember the three
key words for any slayer:
Taps his book for emphasis.
That's one word three times.
The bell RINGS.
Oh my God. I have a chem. test. It's
so sad that I'm happy about that.
Giles. We gotta talk.
Buffy, I must ask you to remember
that I am your watcher. From now
on, anything you have to say about
slaying, you say to me. The only
thing you need to discuss with Mr.
Giles is… overdue book fees.
Buffy turns to Giles.
About the overdue book fees.
Should have returned them on time.
She goes. Wesley frowns at Giles.
You're not helping.
I know. I feel just sick about it.
INT. CLASSROOM - DAY
MRS. TAGGART, chemistry teacher, hands out test booklets. Buffy talks with Xander and Willow.
It was intense. It was like I just let
go, you know, and I became this force.
I just didn't care any more.
Yeah, I know what that's like -
I don't think you can. It's kind of a
slayer thing; I don't even think I'm
explaining it well.
You're explaining it a lot, though…
All right. You have one period to fill
out your test booklets, periodic charts
are included in the back, and you're
on the honor system, so remember…
Angle on: Buffy, sitting between Willow and Xander, talking a mile a minute.
Well, the thing was, Faith knew I
didn't want to go down there -
Ahem. Ms. Summers?
Buffy sits straight, makes a contrite "zip" across her lips.
You have one hour.
Mrs. Taggart hands out the last of the tests. Leaves. And the second the door closes, Buffy launches right back in:
Okay, so the best part -
Buffy? Test. You know, the one you
didn't come over to study for?
Right. Got it. Sorry.
…so, we're in the sewers, right, and
Faith has three of them on her…
Hey. Whoa, can we resume Buffy's
ode to Faith later? Like when I'm not
How come your eye always twitches
when I talk about Faith?
What? No it doesn't.
Xander covers his eye.
Cut it out, we got a test to take, I'm
highly caffeinated and trying
Some of us care about school, you
Xander goes back to his test. Willow's immersed. Everyone in class sits hunched over their test booklets, except Buffy. Way bored. Then, tap tap tap! Buffy sees Faith - her nose pressed up against the glass of the classroom window.
Hey girlfriend. Bad time?
She holds up her test booklet. Faith nods, breathes steam onto the window. Finger-draws a heart. Then a stake through it. Looks at Buffy, wiggles her eyebrows…
You can't. Can you?
Buffy climbs out the classroom window. Kids laugh and point, but go back to their tests.
Buffy! This is fifteen percent
of the final grade, and that's…
Buffy's gone. Willow turns to Xander.
EXT. PALM COURT - DAY
Faith and Buffy stride off campus.
Uh, Faith? Unless there's a total
eclipse in the next five minutes - it's
Good for us. Bad for them. I found
That has potential…
They walk off together, picking up momentum.
INT. ABANDONED BUILDING - DAY
Dark. We see the silhouettes of several sleeping figures on the grounds. Pan across some half-constructed catacombs, made of mattresses and garbage. The windows are blacked out with spray paint.
It's almost peaceful. But…
CRASH! Two figures come smashing through the window. Buffy and Faith. They land, roll, and come up on their feet. Sunlight POURS in through the broken window behind them.
Vampires scream. Scramble out of the sunlight's path before bits and pieces of them burst into flame. Big chaos. Buffy and Faith each pull stakes.
Rise and shine, people.
This is your wake up call.
We DOLLY IN on the two girls, smiling in the moment before all hell breaks loose, but before it does we
SMASH CUT TO:
INT. BRONZE - NIGHT
Continuous - Buffy and Faith DANCE wildly. Strobe lights flare. Both slayers look a little beat-up. It only makes them sexier. They gyrate with abandon.
They own the Bronze.
Their dancing picks up a beat as two hunky CUTE GUYS join in. And these guys are good.
They can almost keep up with the slayers.
Buffy and Faith heat it up for their dance partners, the luckiest boys in Sunnydale.
Angle on: ANGEL. In the crowd, watching. Bummed. He turns to leave, but stops when he hears:
And WHOMP! Buffy comes flying into frame, jumping on Angel and wrapping herself around him.
Not leaving, are you?
Saw you making friends.
Them? Boys. I like you.
He lets her down. She stands. Very close.
What's the matter?
You're not afraid of little me, are you?
We better sit down.
He leads her to a table. They sit. Buffy tries to match his seriousness, but she can't help the playful smile that floats about her lips. He's just so CUTE!
Okay. I can sense this is a business
trip. What's the what?
Not as dead as you'd think. Word on
the street puts him in the packing
warehouse on Devereau. He's looking
-- his amulet. Yeah. It's supposed
to restore his strength.
From what I'm hearing, that's not
something we'd like to see happen.
Well, we've got the amulet.
I know, I spoke to Giles. But he said
you gave it to -
There you are!
He bustles to them.
Wow, speak of the really annoying
Well, you're certainly giving me a
run for my money.
(pulling her aside)
I think we should establish that when
you go out slaying, you leave me a
number where I can -
Where's the amulet?
Who are you?
He's a friend. Do you have it?
It's somewhere very safe.
Buffy reaches into his inside pocket and pulls it out.
How did you -
It pooches your jacket.
She hands it to Angel.
Now hold on a minute.
Walking around with this thing
is like wearing a target.
You'll put it somewhere safe that's
I'll do it now.
I'm gonna do a little recon on
Okay, people? Balthazar is dead.
Am I the only one who remembers
Buffy kisses Angel a hard goodbye.
You know me…
I mean it.
They split up. He goes out the front, Buffy heads for the dance floor. Wesley looks about, hapless.
What's going on…?
Angle on: The dance floor. Faith is dancing with the two cute guys simultaneously. No one's complaining. Buffy passes by, pulling Faith out towards the back with her.
EXT. WAREHOUSE - NIGHT
Establishing. A warehouse in the commercial district. We hear a horrible, low, burbling VOICE:
Let me tell you what I see.
INT. WAREHOUSE - NIGHT
We see a TANK. And inside the tank sits BALTHAZAR, a horrible, five hundred pound DEMON. Pale, pasty-white skin. Scales. A vampire ladles water onto his enormous expanse of a back, keeping him wet.
I see fear. And remorse. And the
pitiful look of faces which cry out
for mercy. What I don't see is
what I want to see and THAT'S
The room shakes. A vampire steps forward.
Lord Balthazar. We found it. We
had it. But, the slayers…
Already I'm bored.
Balthazar reaches out a big meaty hand and the vampire is sucked toward it by a mystical force, the hand closes around his head and crushes it. The body falls, a lifeless heap, on the ground.
Vincent. Come here.
Vincent, the vampire from the tunnels, steps forward.
Balthazar rests a heavy hand on Vincent's head. Whispers.
Let me tell you what I want to see.
EXT. WAREHOUSE - NIGHT
Buffy and Faith spy through a broken window, watching Balthazar and his minions, lit by the ring of torches.
Okay. We got ten, maybe twelve
bad guys and one big demon in
desperate need of a stairmaster.
I say we take 'em all, hard and
Okay. But - we need a little more
…none. We should get to the library.
Well, I guess Jacuzzi boy isn't
going anywhere, I just wish we -
She is scanning the neighborhood. Stops.
Oh. That's too good.
Buffy follows her gaze to:
A SPORTING GOODS STORE across the street. Buffy smiles and…
EXT. SPORTING GOODS STORE - NIGHT
CRASH! Faith kicks the door in.
INT. SPORTING GOODS STORE - NIGHT
Strides in through the broken frame. Buffy comes in after, looks around. They pass rows of soccer balls and camping equiptment. Go straight to the knives, bows and arrows, clubs.
Faith smashes a glass case, pulls out a bow, notches an arrow.
Think they're insured?
Strangely - not my priority.
Buffy tries prying open a locked case filled with KNIVES. Faith comes over to her.
B. When are you gonna get this?
A slayer's life is simple. Want?
She SMASHES the case.
Reaches in, hands Buffy a knife from inside.
Buffy sees another case, containing a pneumatic CROSSBOW. Tentatively SMASHES the case. Takes. A weird little smile on her face.
Want, take, have. I'm getting it.
Faith is going for more stuff - she's building up a head of steam TRASHING the place, when we hear - BANG! - a GUNSHOT. Both girls turn to see a tough-looking COP. Pointing a gun right at them. His (silent) partner behind, gun also drawn.
Drop your weapons and get down on
the ground! NOW!
INT. SPORTING GOODS STORE - NIGHT
Right where we left off - on a GUN. Pointing at the slayers.
I said drop the weapons or I fire.
Buffy drops her crossbow. Faith hesitates a moment, sizing up the situation, then lays her bow on the ground.
Now spread 'em!
Hands in the air where I can see
'em. Slow. Good.
(to the other cop)
The other cop begins cuffing the girls.
I like him.
She gives him a big, sexy wink.
INT. POLICE CAR - NIGHT
Buffy and Faith sit cuffed in the backseat of the police car. Buffy looks miserable.
That's some artillery you two are
putting together. You with one of
them girl gangs?
Yeah, we're the Slayers.
You wanna get out of here?
We see Buffy and Faith in the cop's rearview mirror, hands behind their backs. Buffy nods.
Faith slides down, brings her legs up against the seat in front of her. She looks at Buffy, who hesitates.
Can't save the world in jail.
Buffy slides down as well. Together they KICK. Hard. Both feet. The mesh metal barrier comes crashing up against the back of the cops' heads.
EXT. STREET - NIGHT
The police car swerves wildly, back and forth, accelerates, and CAREENS - SMASH! into a parked car.
ANGLE ON: HANDS
As the girls, back to back, unlock each other's cuffs. They are standing by the wrecked car. Their cuffs fall away. Buffy turns to the cops, looking concerned.
We should call an ambulance.
Five people already have, the racket
we made. And they're fine.
The cop moans.
Let's get out of here.
Faith starts to run. Buffy stares horrified at the wounded cop, who stirs back to consciousness.
Buffy and Faith run off into the night.
INT. BUFFY'S KITCHEN - DAY
The next morning. Too bright, and way too sunny. Buffy comes in the back door with the morning paper. She dumps it on the breakfast table, ripping through the paper, searching…
Buffy flinches, startled, double-checking headlines.
Some days you just want to wake
up and say, to hell with the diet.
You wanna make waffles? Big
I'm not really that hungry.
What did you and Faith do last night?
Nothing. I mean, it's not important.
Don't worry, I won't meddle in your
slaying. Just so long as you're being
She closes the paper. Nothing.
You sure about those waffles?
No thanks, but I could help make
them if you want them…
No, they only don't have calories
if I make them for you.
(off her look)
Mom logic. Are you done with the
Buffy hands it over. Joyce opens it as Buffy looks on, still uncomfortable.
Let's see what's happening in
INT. MAYOR'S OFFICE - DAY
FLASH! The Mayor stands out in a group of BOY SCOUTS, having their picture taken for the local paper. He thanks the boys and the photographer, the Deputy Mayor ushering them out as he speaks.
Thank you, fellas. Thanks a heap.
Have fun on the camping trip.
Don't forget to roast a wiener for
me, now! Bye bye!
The door closes. The Mayor smiles at Allan. He draws the curtains, plunging the room into utter darkness.
You can come out now.
Mr. Trick emerges from the darkness.
Backbone of America, those little
guys. Seeing the hope and courage
on their bright little faces - I swear,
I could just eat 'em up.
He heads for the cabinet.
So, any news about the Eliminati?
He opens the cabinet double-doors - and Vincent LUNGES OUT.
Vincent grabs the Mayor by the throat. Together they go crashing across the room and SMASH into the Mayor's desk set, knocking over a lamp and two chairs. Without hesitation, Vincent draws his sword. Prepares to thrust.
In the name of Lord Balthazar, die!
And a fist comes out of nowhere and PUNCHES Vincent square in the face. One shot. Knocks him out cold. Trick stands there, rubbing his knuckles. Grabs the sword. Spins it with a flourish and brings the blade tip right under Vincent's jawline. The Mayor stands, straightens his tie.
Thank you, Mr. Trick. That was
very thoughtful of you.
Why do they always got to be
sword fighting? It's called an uzi,
ya chump. Woulda saved your
ass right about now.
Curious how he could have gotten
all the way into my liquor cabinet.
Allan, don't we have security guards
working in this building?
Sir… I… I had no idea…
No need to swoon, Allan, but let's
try to keep things secure.
Lock him up.
He wakes up, he's just gonna try
and kill you again.
Yes. Yes, I expect he will.
And off Trick's confused expression, we CUT TO:
INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY
Balthazar speaks to his cowed minions.
Vincent made a noble effort. Man
to man, as befits a true warrior.
He had courage. He had honor.
And I have JACK TO SHOW FOR
He tries to calm himself, but he is seething.
It has been a hundred years since my
enemy crippled me. Now ultimate
power is within his grasp and I will
not see it happen. This town is MINE
to destroy. My amulet will give me
strength, strength to kill him, to kill
all my enemies, to burn this world to
a cinder! Forget about honor! Forget
about everything but getting my amulet!
Bring the watchers to me. Find the
Slayers and kill them. Kill everything
that gets in your way! GO!!!
INT. BUFFY'S BEDROOM - DUSK
Buffy, in her room, enjoys the scent of a small black bag of herbs which Willow dangles before her.
You like it?
Smells nice. What is it?
Just a little something we witches
like to call a "protection spell."
Good deal. Protection.
I'm surprised, spell stuff is usually
a lot more…
Stinky? That's why I added the aloe.
Give me time, and I could be the first
Wicca to do all my conjuring in a pine-
fresh scent. So what's the plan?
Blank stare from Buffy.
For tonight's slayage. We're going,
But, there's a "but" here, and it's…
but you shouldn't. Come. Tonight.
Is that cool?
A beat. Willow thinks this out.
Sure. Makes sense. You'll be facing
big, hairy danger…
Biggest. And, yes, hairy. Think
danger with a beard.
You're risking your life.
Right, and why risk yours?
Because I'm your friend.
I know, Will, and that's exactly
why I don't want you coming.
It's too dangerous.
But, I've done this sort of thing
before. Like a million times. I
can totally handle myself and
(holds up bag)
Minty fresh protection. So?
Willow looks hopeful. Buffy's looking for what to say.
Faith enters without knocking.
Ready? Gotta motor. Hey Willow.
Uh, look, I really should… but
later, we'll hang. Okay?
Okay. You go ahead, I'll just get
Buffy wants to stay and say more, but Faith's jumpy. Willow gestures, "go." They go. The door closes. Willow looks at her little magic bag.
EXT. ALLEY - NIGHT
Buffy and Faith walk, loaded for bear.
You're quiet tonight.
I just wanna get this done.
Yeah, I'm dying to test out the long
bow. I think it's gonna be my new
I can't believe you went back for
Hey, how do you feel about getting
some ribs? You know, after we're
Buffy turns to Faith - and a vampire drops down on her.
INT. LIBRARY - NIGHT
Wesley and Giles are getting along splendidly.
I didn't say you had emotional
problems! I said you had AN
emotional problem. It's very
My attachment to the Slayer is not a
problem. In point of fact it's very
The way you've handled this
assignment is something of an
embarrassment to the council -
If you want to criticize my methods,
fine. But you can keep your snide
remarks to yourself and while you're
at it, stop criticizing my methods!
Wesley stands, speaking softly.
The fact is, you are no longer qualified
to act as watcher. It's not your fault,
you've done well, but it's time for
somebody else to take the field.
Giles is looking beyond Wesley.
Well… no time like the present…
Wesley turns to see what Giles is looking at. And sees it's four vampires. All holding swords and daggers, ready to kill.
EXT. ALLEY - NIGHT
THWOCK! Buffy's fighting two vamps at once while Faith struggles to notch an arrow.
She drops the bow and simply jams the arrow into the chest of the nearest vampire. DUST.
Buffy dusts hers as well.
I think we got more coming…
The two girls move quickly down the alley, turn a corner -
A stray vamp LUNGES from the corner. Faith spins him, Buffy stakes him. Dusted. (CGI).
We may never even make it to the
They keep coming one at a time, we
got a shot.
They walk down the alley - and a hand reaches out and grasps Buffy's shoulder. She grabs her assailant and throws him against the wall by Faith.
That was too easy…
She stops. Eyes wide.
Too late. Faith STAKES the guy, right in the chest. She steps aside. Light from a street lamp illuminates the assailant's face. It's NOT A VAMPIRE.
It's the Deputy Mayor.
Bleeding. He looks in terror at the girls. Blood runs over his hand, out the corner of his mouth.
Buffy rushes to him as he starts to collapse - she holds him and lowers him gently down -
Don't move -
I didn't know… I didn't know…
The stake drops from Faith's hand.
We have to call 911.
Don't move, it's okay.
She puts her hand over the wound, trying to stem the blood.
I need a rag… something to…
But Faith hasn't moved. In the distance, police sirens can be heard approaching.
The Deputy Mayor grabs Buffy's arm. His breathing becomes a rattle.
Buffy reaches down, checks the guy's pulse. Pulls her hand back slowly. Looks at Faith, fear in her eyes. Long pause. Faith says nothing and the sound of sirens keeps growing louder…
EXT. ALLEY - NIGHT
Exactly where we left off. Two freaked slayers, one dead body, police sirens growing louder.
Buffy and Faith look at each other. Then, without a word, Faith GRABS Buffy's hand. Pulls her up and into a dead run.
EXT. ANOTHER ALLEY - NIGHT
Buffy runs alongside Faith. They reach a T - one side fenced, one partially blocked by garbage. They look - which way? Faith opts for the fence.
Wait, we should go back -
But Faith is over the fence and running like hell. Buffy hears a car screeching by at the end of the alley they came in - and she moves as well, frantically heading for the more garbagy route. She gets past the pile of cans and bags - and someone is on her.
Buffy. I've been looking for you.
She is breathing hard - looks at him pleadingly, but can't speak.
He takes it. She looks down to see it is covered in blood. She pulls it away.
I've just been to the warehouse, I was
waiting for you. They've got Giles.
She stares at him, the horror growing.
EXT. ALLEY - NIGHT
A cop car passes by. Beat. We see Faith slink back into the alley. Alone. Slowly, she approaches the body. Stands over it, looking down. Reaches out to touch it, but can't. She pulls her hand back.
INT. WAREHOUSE - NIGHT
Giles and Wesley stand together near the tank. Both men have their hands tied behind their backs. The four vampires are close by.
Wesley is in deep and reverent terror. Giles is merely assessing the situation.
Oh god, Oh God…
Doesn't look too promising, does it?
Stay calm, Mr Giles, we have to stay
Well, thank God you're here. I was
planning to panic.
What is that thing?
That would be your demon. You
know, the dead one.
There's no need to get snippy.
Bring them closer.
The two men are shoved up by the tank.
You know what I want.
If it's someone to scrub those hard to
reach areas, I'd like to request that
you kill me.
A vampire slugs him across the face. Giles takes it, smiles at the fellow.
You don't want to be doing that again.
Are you out of your mind? This is
hardly the time for games!
Why not? We're about to be tortured
He's not wrong about that.
Now hold on! We can deal with this
rationally. We have something you
want. You have something we want.
Ah, a trade… intriguing. No. Wait.
Boring. Pull off his kneecaps.
NOO!! The slayer gave it to
someone! A tall man! A friend of
hers! I'll tell you everything!
Shut your gob, you ninny! You'll
get us both killed!
But… I like to have… my kneecaps…
You will tell us everything.
What is this friend's name?
Ooh. Didn't actually catch it.
Tell you what. Let Captain
Courageous go and I'll tell you
what you want to know. How's
There is one deal! You will die
slowly or you will die quickly!
The man who has my amulet -
what is his name?
His name is Angel.
And before the vamps know what's happening, Angel LEAPS at them, vamp face on.
The vamp next to Giles draws his sword, brings it whistling down in a deadly arc. Wesley shrieks out a big ol' girly scream.
Buffy kicks the vamp out of the picture, his sword dropping to the ground. Buffy grabs it and Giles spins cooperatively, she slices him free of his bonds and hands him the blade. She turns and takes on the very next vamp, hand to hand.
Not that anyone is listening. Giles frees Wesley, pushing him into a more or less secluded corner of the warehouse (so we can separate his action from the rest).
One vamp engages Giles, sword to sword. The Watcher holds his own - he doesn't score a kill, but he pushes the vamp back and out of his arena.
A vamp grabs Wesley from behind, holding his neck in a vise-grip.
Uh… Mr. Giles?
Giles doesn't hesitate. He swings the sword in a straight arc, aiming right for Wesley's head. Wesley's eyes go wide. Giles yells:
Wesley tucks his head down just before the sword makes contact, revealing the vamp's head, behind him, in its place.
Giles CUTS THE VAMP'S HEAD OFF. DUST. Wesley, covered head and shoulders in dust, trembles. Looks up at Giles like he's some kind of madman.
Giles smiles grimly and hands him a sword.
Welcome to the field.
ANGLE: BUFFY fights like a trapped animal, literally in a corner. Angel gets backed up fighting the two vamps. Balthazar sticks his hand out and Angel is sucked back into his grasp. Balthazar GRABS HIS HEAD. He's about to crush it.
Buffy roundhouse kicks her vamp and LEAPS.
Balthazar applies pressure. Angel grimaces as he braces himself against the tank's edge, head turning.
Buffy grabs onto a rickety overhead light fixture. SNAP! Her weight brings the electric lights crashing down. She rolls out of the way as the fixture comes down, right into Balthazar's tank, ELECTROCUTING HIM.
With a hideous ROAR, Balthazar dies. Electric sparks shoot out of the tank. He flails. Splashes. It's horrible. Buffy can barely watch.
The two vamps left alive bolt.
The light show is over. Buffy, Angel, Giles and Wesley approach the demon's tank. A big white hand flops over the side, lifeless.
You killed him.
Yeah. Hooray for me.
Buffy turns to go when the puffy white hand SHOOTS OUT and GRABS HER. Buffy pulls herself from the demon's grip, way beyond wigged.
The demon is not quite dead. But almost. He speaks in a ragged whisper, the life almost out of him.
You think you've won?
Smoke pours from his mouth as he speaks.
When he rises… you'll wish I had
killed you all.
Balthazar dies, a mysterious smile on his hideous face. Buffy stares at him, turmoil ragin inside her.
And we hear a low, moaning CHANT start up in Latin, CUT TO:
INT. CITY HALL ROTUNDA - NIGHT
The rotunda. Candles everywhere. A pentagle is arranged on the floor in sand. The Mayor sits in the center. He chants in Latin.
Potestatem matris nostrae in
tenebris invoco… maledictum
filium tuum ab omni periculo
custodias nunc et in saecula!
I call upon the forces of our mother
in darkness, protect your unholy son
from harm… now… and forever!
And a small EARTHQUAKE shakes the building to its very foundation. Trick eyes the ceiling to see if it's going to cave in. But just as quickly as it started, it is past. Calm.
The Mayor stands like nothing happened.
I don't understand why Allan
would miss this. He's usually so
So? Did it work?
Let's find out. Open the cage.
Angle on: A CAGE. Sitting in the rotunda entrance, looking totally out of place. Inside, looking hungry and feral, Vincent crouches. Hasn't been fed in days. Trick puts his hand on the handle.
He hands Vincent his sword.
Okay! Now we're ready.
The Mayor gestures. He stands before the cage, straight up, defenseless. Trick opens the cage. Vincent doesn't hesitate. He comes roaring out and RIPS his sword STRAIGHT THROUGH THE MAYOR.
Beat. Trick watches in amazement as the Mayor HEALS INSTANTLY. The split down his center comes together. Becomes a thin red line. Then the line, too, disappears. Good as new.
The Mayor smiles. Nods, "not bad." Mr. Trick stakes Vincent from behind. Vincent dusts (CGI).
He reaches into his coat pocket, takes out a pad and pencil. A "To Do" list.
Angle on: The List. Among "Greet Scouts" "Plumber Union reschedule" "Call Temp Agency" the Mayor checks the box next to "become invincible."
This officially commences the hundred
days. Nothing can harm me until the
ascension. Gosh, I'm feeling chipper.
Who's for a root beer?
He smiles and walks out of the rotunda, a new man.
INT. FAITH'S MOTEL ROOM - DAY
Faith washes her clothes in the sink. The water's still a little red. She pours in more detergent. There's a knock on the door.
Faith freezes. Freaked until she hears:
Faith, it's me.
Wiping her hands, Faith opens the door. Barely looking Buffy in the eye, she goes back to the scrubbing.
Are you… how are you doing?
It's clear Buffy isn't doing great. Faith looks at her, giving away nothing.
Five by five. You know me.
Yeah. I know you think you can
handle this. And you're used to
being on your own. You got your
tough loner act down pretty well.
She yanks the sink plug and turns the faucets on full.
And maybe its not an act. But right
now, we need each other. We need
to talk about what we're going to do.
I was doing my job.
Being a slayer is not the same as
being a killer.
Faith says nothing. Wrings out her shirt.
You can't shut me out on this, Faith.
Sooner or later, we both have to deal.
I can help you.
I don't need it.
Yeah? Who's wrong now?
You can shut off all the
emotions you want, but there's
still the fact that sooner or
later, they have to find a body.
That gets Faith's attention. She faces Buffy.
Okay. This is the last time we're
having this conversation, and we're
not even having it now, you
understand me? There is no body.
I took it, weighted it, and dumped it
in a river. The body does not exist.
Buffy absorbs this.
But getting rid of the evidence isn't
making the problem go away.
It is to me.
Faith. You don't get it. You killed a
No. You don't get it.
(in her face)
I. Don't. Care.
We hold on Buffy's face a long time as the reality fully sinks in. Faith doesn't care.