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Earshot (February 11, 1999) Written by: Jane Espenson |
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EXT. PARK - NIGHT BUFFY RUNS, flat out, chased by a horrible, non-human shape. Then she STUMBLES and falls. Stepping into frame next to her: two not-human feet and the tip of a tail. Trouble. But she smiles and ROLLS suddenly and SWEEPS the demon's feet and draws a knife, towering over the demon, still on the ground.
You demons just can't resist a run-and-stumble, can you? For the first time she gets a good look at its face: scabby, oozy and mouthless. She shudders and moves closer with the knife when... it's KICKED out of her hand and caught by the demon on the ground! She whirls and faces the kicker: a SECOND DEMON, identical to the first. She and it circle each other... she's positioning it between herself and the first demon, who now has the knife. Just when the second demon is between her and the first, the first demon THROWS the knife... right at the back of its partner's head. Incredibly, without looking, the second demon DUCKS... the knife sails over his head, right at Buffy. She grabs it out of the air in one quick move and faces the second demon.
Say "Uncle". Oops. No mouth. She lunges forward and STABS it. She has to wrench the knife free, and as she pulls her left hand away, a SMEAR OF THICK LIQUID glistens on Buffy's skin. She doesn't notice it, and the liquid starts to GLOW. Buffy straightens her clothes, brushes off dirt, unaware, as the glowing liquid SOAKS INTO her skin, leaves no trace. BLACK OUT.
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INT. LIBRARY - DAY Buffy and Willow enter the library, where Oz, Xander and Giles are discussing the Ascension.
Scabby Demon got away?
Scabby Demon number two got away. Scabby Demon one, big check in the "Slay" column.
I don't like this "no mouth" thing. It's disquieting. (realizing) Unless they have them somewhere else...
Good morning, girls. We've just been researching the Mayor's upcoming Ascension.
It's pretty riveting stuff.
What do we know?
What don't we know?! Tell her, Giles.
Well, based on the supposed date, Graduation Day, and the Mayor being impervious to harm, I've cross referenced...
He's a cross referencing fool.
...and I have eliminated several possibilities. It is not the ritual flaying of the demon Azorath, nor the... the- (off their looks) I don't know what's going to happen.
That was kind of an anticlimax.
So we don't know anything? The whole thing with Angel and Faith was for nothing?
No, no. If nothing else, Angel's charade succeeded in bringing Faith's treachery into the open. And this information about the Ascension will prove useful; I just have to put it together. WESLEY hurries in.
Terribly sorry. I was detained. Official Council business. Giles, you were talking? Buffy scratches her hand... where the demon goo got on it.
I was just filling Buffy in on my progress regarding researching the Ascension.
Oh? And what took up the rest of the minute?
(very humble) Touche. My work is, after all, unofficial, and my sources are limited. I'm sure, however, with the resources of the Council behind you, that you have something to add. We're all ears. Giles sits down with the others, and makes a show of staring at Wesley with intent interest.
Well, I... I am pleased to state with certainty that the demon Azorath will not be involved in- Everyone is getting up, collecting their books.
I'm sure we'll find out more soon. Buffy, Xander, Willow, Oz exit.
(scornful; to Wesley) The demon Azorath. INT. HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS (DAY) The hall is full of posters and banners: "Go Razorbacks!" and "Future 1999 Division Champs!". Oz kisses Willow and splits off, the other three hit their lockers.
Have you talked to Angel lately?
Not really. Seeing him bad again, even pretend bad... and with Faith...
He only smootched her for the greater good.
I don't know... to the naked eye, it looks like fun. Or maybe it wasn't, maybe he was never tempted... I just wish I could be sure.
As always, I advise you to ask.
Like he'd tell me. Absently, she scratches the back of her hand. Two tall, athletic boys walk through the hall: basketball players. One of them is PERCY, Willow's tutoring project. The other is HOGAN MARTIN. He's clearly a star, not just athletic, but charismatic and good-looking.
Hogan! Great game, man!
Thanks!
(to the student) Just wait till tonight.
Hogan Martin. Thinks he's so hot. Like we should all be awed by him 'cause he can put a ball in a net.
Hey, Xander.
He said my name! He knows my name! They stop by the Buffy group.
Willow, hey.
Hi.
I can't make the study session after school today. Can we do it fifth period?
Okay. Did you do the reading?
Most of it...
Percy...
I'll finish it at lunch.
That's my little trooper.
I don't know what you're doing to him; I actually heard him complete a sentence. Had a clause and everything. The two sportsmen start to leave. Percy addresses Willow as they go.
You're gonna watch the game, right?
Wouldn't miss it.
See ya, Hogan.
You're going to the game? I didn't think you watched basketball.
I didn't either. But I've really been getting into it, and now we're in the championship and it's so exciting! It's too bad you're patrolling 'cause we're all going, Xander and Oz. Everybody.
Right. Everybody who isn't currently Buffy. She is still scratching her hand. She stops, looking at it. Puzzles. INT. GILES' OFFICE - DAY Buffy is studying her irritated hand while Giles looks through his books.
You touched one of the demons.
A "good touch," not a "bad touch." Anyway, it's been itching like crazy. No big. Just another problem for the good people at Lubriderm, right?
These are the demons in question? He shows her a drawing of the two from the Teaser.
In the disgusting flesh.
Hmm.
What?
Oh, it says that they can infect a host --
Infect? Infect?... Infect?
Infect a host with "an aspect of the demon." That's all it says. I say, that's rather terse, isn't it?
I'm going to get an aspect of them? Like, a part of them?
Of course, there are many other explanations for your hand. A new fabric softener can cause irritation. But just in case, I'd advise you not to try to track the one that got away. Let's minimize your exposure. Buffy is staring at the picture. These demons have no appealing aspects.
A part of the demon. I hope it's not the outside part. EXT. FOUNTAIN COURT - DAY Pep rally. CORDELIA is one of the cheerleaders. They're doing little routines and chants in honor of each of the players on the team. Buffy, Willow, Xander and Oz look on from the crowd.
H-O-G-A-N. IT'S HOGAN! GO HOGAN! The cheerleaders wave their pompoms around the star player. He waves. The crowd YELLS and APPLAUDS. Buffy absently runs a hand over her hair.
Is it just me or is this really lame?
I don't know. Usually I enjoy lameness, and this is leaving me cold. Willow is idly flipping through the school newspaper, "The Sunnydale High Sentinel." The headline: "GRADES ARE MEANINGLESS".
Well, according to Freddy's latest editorial the pep rally is a place for "pseudo-prostitutes to provoke men into a sexual frenzy, which, when thwarted, results in pointless athletic competition". They all watch the cheerleaders bounce.
GET THE BALL AND STUFF IT! STUFF IT!
The downside being...
The school paper is edging towards depressing lately. Have you guys noticed that?
I don't know; I always go straight to the obits. Buffy runs her hand over her hair again. Willow gently nudges her over to the edge of the crowd where they can talk.
Buffy? What are you doing?
Nothing. (then, an admission) Checking for horns.
Oh, Buffy. You know, I don't even think Giles is right about you becoming like a demon. He's totally burnt, dealing with Faith and this Ascension thing. Between you and me, he's not doing his best work.
But what if he's right? I'm suddenly gonna grow a demon part and I don't even know which one. It could be scales, or claws, or -- (off Willow's look) --what?
Was it a boy demon? Buffy's face is a study. BACK BY THE CHEERLEADERS Xander and Oz watch the cheerleaders.
T-O-M. IT'S TOM! GO TOM!
They're really very good.
Well, their spelling's improved...
You know, Oz, I look at all this beauty. All these... healthy young women and I wonder why I even wasted my time with Cordelia. Look at her, she's no better looking than the rest of them.
None of them are really my--
Oh my god. He's looking at her. Oz turns and sees Wesley standing at the edge of the crowd, watching the rally.
He's got his filthy adult Pierce Brosnan-y eyeballs all over my Cordy.
You're a complex man, aren't you? BACK BY WILLOW and Buffy Buffy is pouring out her heart to Willow... a close moment between good friends.
I'm just... I'm really scared, Will. There's something in me and I can't stop it, I can't find it, and what if it changes me, not just the way I look, but... I could be something that's not me anymore.
Yay! Whoo-hoo! (then) Sorry. They spelled Percy. I had to show support. He's needy. But I heard you. Really. And I understand. I would be frightened too. But-- The rally is breaking up. The opportunity for private talk is over. Xander and Oz join the girls.
Let's keep it between us for now, okay?
Okay.
Man, I'm pumped for the game tonight.
It's gonna be fun. (off Buffy) If you like that sort of thing.
That's okay. Patrolling is fun too. EXT. STREET - NIGHT Buffy patrols alone, carrying her Slayer bag. No fun. She sighs and rubs at her hand. She takes a mirror out of her bag, looks at her face.
Well, I've still got a mouth. ANGLE: THE MIRROR Positioned so Buffy could see someone standing behind her. There's nothing there. She turns and finds herself facing ANGEL. She jumps.
Sorry.
It's okay. I didn't see you so I should've known you were there. What are you doing here?
It's a dangerous time. You know, with Faith...
Yeah. Faith... She, well... Faith. What can you say about her? She waits, but Angel says nothing about her:
I just want to make sure you're okay. That you're safe. Buffy looks searchingly at Angel.
And the fact that you're right here. Does that mean Faith's around? Are you keeping me safe by tracking me or by tracking her?
I'm tracking you. (beat) Something's bothering you.
Oh, lots of things. Will Angel bring up Faith now? No. Buffy sighs.
The most recent is this demon. Two, actually. Ooky-looking with extra ook. Well, I kind of... got one of them on me, and now I might get a big case of the bumpies or a tail or something...
"An aspect of the demon."
You now the drill...
By rumor. But that doesn't mean anything. Sometimes demons exaggerate their power.
Demon-hype. Or maybe not. But, hey, I spend all my time here in the dark anyway. Not like I'd be at a game or out with friends or something where people'd see me and my new monster-part. Buffy stands up and walks. Angel follows, takes her by the arm. She stops.
Believe me, I won't let anything hurt you if I can help it. And no matter what happens, I'll be with you. I'll love you even if you're covered with slime.
I liked everything up until that. INT. LOUNGE - MORNING (DAY) Willow, Xander, and Oz are on their feet, rehashing last night's game.
Could you believe it? Right at the buzzer! Three points for the win!
It was intense.
Yeah, for a minute there I thought you were gonna make an expression.
I felt one coming on, I won't lie...
I've never seen anyone jump like Hogan Martin. They should call him "The Jumper."
Or a name that isn't an article of women's clothing.
Shush. They all quiet down as Buffy enters.
Ooh. Quietness. We either lost the game or we won and you don't want me to feel bad. Cordelia enters and talks with some friends of hers nearby.
Yeah, well, it wasn't really a good game.
Yeah. Tall hoop, but then, tall guys, so what's the point.
Pretty dull. Cordy must have been listening, because she's all over this.
Are you guys crazy? It was an incredible game! I've never cheered so hard in my life. I've still got knee-marks on my back. (off their looks) From the pyramid. And she gives up. She moves across the room to her friends.
(to Buffy) Yeah, well. I still bet patrolling was way better. Because, wow, important.
I thought I saw a four-legged demon. But it was a dog.
(interested) A weredog?
Regular.
Tough luck.
Yeah. Xander is looking over at Cordy.
I wonder if she and Wesley have kissed.
It really bugs you, huh?
What?
Cordelia and Wesley. Smootching.
Man. You read my mind. We push in on Buffy as it dawns on her that, in fact, she did. BLACK OUT.
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INT. HALLWAY - MORNING (DAY) Buffy walks slowly toward the library. Teachers and other students pass her. She turns a corner and almost runs into MR. BEACH, a teacher.
(pleasantly) Whoa there. You watch where you're going now.
Sorry, Mr. Beach. I will. As he leaves...
Students. If we could just get rid of all the students... Buffy stops and stares at his retreating figure. Starts walking again, looking more carefully about her. A NERDY BOY walks by.
And when I'm a software jillionaire and you're all working at Arby's, who's the loser then? He's gone. A HARASSED LOOKING GIRL goes by.
Maybe I'll take French, I said. How hard can it be? French babies learn it. Idiot. As that statement is just fading, over the top of it, another starts:
I swear, some day my pants are gonna fall right off. She looks over, sees a group of BAGGY-TROUSERED GUYS lounging by a locker. One of them hitches up his pants uncomfortably. Buffy stifles a laugh.
God, Buffy's so beautiful. She is passing a CUTE GUY, sees him glancing at her. Pleased, she stops and comes back a step, pretending to dig in her purse.
She has the sweetest face I ever saw. And that body... Man I'd love to -- ANGLE ON: BUFFY Reacting to what is clearly the filthiest ending the above sentence could possibly have. She hurries away, past ANOTHER GUY. He looks at her and she reacts to his, even filthier, thought. She hurries, arms crossed protectively over her body, and enters: INT. LIBRARY - DAY Buffy follows Giles around as he selects and pulls books.
Is this the thing? The aspect-thing? Because, I've got to say, it's better than a tail. I mean, it's hard enough getting jeans that fit right anyway...
Buffy. Slow down. I'm not even convinced that you're experiencing genuine mind-reading. Most likely, you're projecting...
When I came in, a minute ago, you thought, "Look at those shoes. If the fashion magazines told her to, she'd wear cats strapped to her feet." Giles stares at her, stunned.
I... that...
And by the way, cat-shoes? I mean, what is that?
Of course. 'Aspect of the demon'. The demons are telepathic. That's why they don't need mouths. I should have known. Just before his voice-over is done, Giles starts speaking:
Of course. The demons are telepathic.
I know. You just told me. That's why they don't need mouths. And you should have known.
I... this is astounding.
It was happening in the hall. Principal Snyder has "Walk Like an Egyptian" stuck in his head. And the boys in this school are seriously disturbed. It was strange, but, Giles, it's like this whole secret world is open to me. Think what I can do.
It would be useful. You can anticipate an opponent's moves, turn their plans against them...
Oh, way better than that. CLOSE ON BUFFY:
Jealousy! PULL BACK TO REVEAL WE ARE IN: The history teacher, MS. MURRAY, faces the class. Buffy, Willow and Xander are in the class, along with NANCY and FREDDY and others.
(surprised) Buffy. Right. Very good. Willow and Xander look at Buffy with surprise. So does NANCY, a competitive girl.
I knew that. Nancy frowns at Buffy. Buffy looks at her innocently.
Jealousy, clearly, is the tool that Iago used to undo Othello. But what's his motivation? What reason does Iago give for destroying his superior officer? Under the end of Ms. Murray's speech, we hear:
"Cassio has my place...Twixt my sheets he's done my office..."
(working it out) Well, he was passed over for promotion, Cassio was picked instead... and people were saying Othello slept with his wife. Everyone looks at her.
(surprised) Buffy did the reading. (more surprised) Buffy understood the reading.
When did she study? Was I supposed to study? Ms. Murray's kind of hot.
I was going to say Cassio. I hate her. Buffy looks sweetly at Nancy.
Any other reason? Nancy jumps in fast, before Buffy can talk:
Race!
Uh... good, Nancy. Can't overlook that. Nancy smirks.
Look at them, scrambling for the teacher's praise like pigeons for old bread crusts. Buffy looks around... sees FREDDY, dressed in black, slumped in his desk with a dark and brooding look.
(whispered to Willow) Who's that guy?
Freddy Munson. He writes those editorials for the school paper. He's sardonic.
Bread crusts. That's deep. I should write that down.
Iago makes a lot of references to Othello's color, but he never specifically cites race as a motive. Is there something else at work here? Buffy listens intently as she speaks, translating the teacher's thoughts into her words...
Well, he sort of admits himself that his motives are... spurious, he just does things because he enjoys them... sort of... Well it's almost like he's not a person, like he's a force of nature - the dark half of Othello himself, Othello's fear and rage sort of... embodied... Everyone stares at Buffy.
(raggedly overlapping) Whoa.
Buffy. Really. Very astute. I said something quite like that in my dissertation.
I know. I mean, I agree. With that.
Yes, and doesn't that also explain Othello's readiness to believe Iago? Within seconds he turns on Desdemona, belies that she's unfaithful. And we're all like that; we all have little internal Iagos telling us our husbands or our girlfriends or whatever don't really love us. We can never see what's in their hearts. We doubt. We worry. Buffy's smiles fades, as she's reminded of another part of her life.
Most of us don't go to as extreme measures as Othello, thank goodness... INT. MANSION - DAY Angel, sleepy-eyed and tousled, opens the door. Buffy is there. He flinches at the indirect sunlight and steps back.
Hi. Sorry about the daytime. I just ducked out of school and that's when they have it. Buffy enters and sits on the sofa -- even in the middle of the day, the place is dark.
You look good. I mean, I saw you last night, but sometimes things change real quick. I mean, really quickly. Listen to me, I'm talking like Faith. Buffy concentrates, trying to hear Angel's thoughts.
Not that she was so bad to have around. Before the evil. I think she was hurting a lot. Some people, protective-type people, might be drawn to that, I guess. She listens... nothing.
The thing about Faith... Angel looks Buffy right in the eyes, and...
You can't get into my mind.
How did you--? And why not?
It's like the mirror. The thoughts are there, but they create no reflection in you. (then) You got your "aspect of the demon."
Yeah. Giles doesn't know how long it's going to last, but it's okay. A little headachy, but...
You don't have to play games with me, Buffy. Ever.
Well, you're not exactly Joe Here's What I'm Thinking.
So ask me.
Oh. But that would make sense.
What do you want to know about? Faith? How I felt kissing her? Pretending to have no soul? Watching you suffer?
Well, since you want to talk about those things...
I hated hurting you. It cut me deeper than I've ever been cut. More than I can stand. Buffy is moved. She rests her head on his shoulder, just for a moment... not quite a hug, but a tiny step forward.
Thank you. Um... and the Faith part of the question? I mean, I guess I'd understand... she's got this whole "bad girl" thing going on...
Kissing her meant nothing. I don't want a bad girl. I've done that before. I've lived a long time, Buffy, and I'm past that. I've been with dozens of girls like her. More.
Oh, this honesty stuff is fun.
There's no comparison. In 243 years I've loved exactly one person.
Oh. (beat) It's me, right? He smiles.
Next time, just ask.
Okay.
And Buffy, be careful with this gift. A lot of things that seem good and strong and powerful... they can be painful.
Like, say, immortality?
Exactly. I'm dying to get rid of that.
Funny.
(intensely) I'm a funny guy. INT. LIBRARY - DAY The whole group: Buffy, Willow, Xander, Oz, Cordy, Giles and Wesley. Trying to absorb new info.
She can read our mind? Our every impulse and fantasy?
Every one.
Oh god.
I don't see what this has to do with me.
I don't see what this has to do with me.
Well, I think it's good. Right? I mean, you enjoy your other Slayer powers.
Yeah! It'll be fun. Did you see Nancy Doyle's face in English class?
She's hardly even human any more. How can I be her friend now? She doesn't need me.
No, I need you! I do.
Okay, who are you talking to? Because you are just so creepy right now. Giles speaks, Buffy listening to thoughts during his monologue -- she pays no attention to him (and neither do we).
Well, there must be some precedent for this sort of occurrence. I'll start researching it. Wesley, you'll give me a hand?
Of course.
I am my thoughts. If they exist in her, Buffy contains everything that is me and she becomes me. I cease to exist.
Huh.
What am I going to do? I think about sex all the time. Sex. Help. Four times five is thirty. Five times six is thirty-two... Naked girls. Naked women. Naked Buffy. Oh, stop me.
Xander, is that all you think about?
Actually...? Bye. Almost running, Xander exists.
Xander has just illustrated something. Chances are, you're all going to find yourself thinking whatever you least want Buffy to hear. It's a matter, of course, of mental discipline... Under his speech we hear:
Look at Cordelia. No! Don't look at Cordelia! She's a student! Oh, I am bad. A bad, bad man. Buffy looks at Wesley. He knows he's caught.
Excuse me. Wesley exists to the office. Giles watches Buffy interact with her friends.
What's it like, Buffy?
Oh, Will, it's... weird. And please, don't think I don't need you, because I really want to share this. It's... like all these doors opening into all these little worlds and I can just walk in. As Buffy talks, she starts to hear, underneath:
She knows so much. She knows what Oz is thinking. I never know that. Before long she'll know him better than I do...
Willow... don't think that.
I can't help it!
No one else exists either. Buffy is all of us. We think, therefore she is.
I'm sorry, Buffy. I just can't... She gets up to go. Oz rises also, focussed on Willow.
If you don't need me, I'm gonna follow the redhead.
Okay. They exit. And Buffy's alone with Giles and Cordy.
Well, I guess I won't write that book "Win Friends Through Telepathy."
Whatever. I wonder when I can go.
Whatever. Can I go? Wesley sticks his head out from Giles' office.
Can you hear me thinking in here? I could go out in the hall.
(to Wesley) You know what? You stay. I'll go. I'm getting a headache. Buffy exits alone. INT. HALLWAY - DAY Buffy walks from the library toward the cafeteria. Among others heading to the cafeteria: Mrs. Beach, Freddy, Nancy. The hallway is full of people doing completely ordinary things. Some look happy. Most look blank. Buffy overlapping thoughts. It's impossible to pair the thoughts with their owners... it's as if the thoughts are in the air.
She is so hot. I swear I will scream from boredom. No one's ever going to love me. What if I never get breasts? I can't believe the test is today. Get rid of the students, it's that easy. What if I'm the last virgin in the world? Buffy's face reflects the building confusion and pain. She rubs her forehead, and actually stumbles as she walks. INT. GILES' OFFICE - DAY Giles and Wesley, surrounded by open volumes. Giles finds something.
Here. It's happened before. A man in Ecuador, quite recently.
Can we contact him?
I would say not. He can't communicate with anyone.
Dead?
No. He's in complete isolation. The power. He can't shut it off. Buffy stands a little unsteadily in line as the LUNCH LADY plops unappetizing food onto students' plates. In the b.g. are Nancy, Freddy, Mr. Beach, Hogan and Larry, among others.
(overlapping) I hate my body. He is so cute I can't even look at him. Am I normal? When am I ever going to need to know algebra? Buffy stands there. Eventually Jonathan addresses her:
Are you through with the potatoes? Startled, Buffy looks at him.
She doesn't even know I'm here. She moves away.
They're all just like rats in a maze. Look at everyone, they think this matters. If I stand in just the right place I can sort of see into the armhole of her top. Buffy moves automatically down the line to get her dessert.
He has the cutest butt. If I'm not valedictorian I'm going to die. I want her, I can't have her, I hate her. Buffy, dazed, walks toward a table. It's impossible to pick out any one thought anymore... it's cacophony. Buffy sways. Then the cacophony fades. All the noise of the room fades away, and one voice sounds alone. It's whispery, harsh and distorted. It could be male or female, and it's definitely crazy.
This time tomorrow, I kill you all. BLACK OUT.
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INT. CAFETERIA - CONTINUOUS (DAY) Buffy stands in the middle of the room, holding her tray, looking around. People move and talk, but we can't hear them. Silence. Buffy sways and drops her tray. It lands silently. Food spatters. Then the normal sounds of the cafeteria fade back up, now including the normal applause and hooting that follows a dropped tray. Buffy reaches out, grabs the nearest arm, swings a student around, face-to-face.
Hey!
She's gone nuts. Buffy lets them go, grabs someone else.
Wow, she DOES have a violent streak. Buffy spins, grabs Jonathon.
(dreamy) She touched me. And then it's a building chorus again:
(overlapping) I hate being here. I bet she's done it lots of times. He's such a show-off. Everyone's staring at my hair. I hate him. Didn't she wear that skirt yesterday? The sound gets LOUDER. It BUILDS BACK UP to unintelligible noise. Buffy pushes Jonathan away, but keeps turning in place, searching with her eyes. BUFFY'S POV OF ROOM (360 degrees) Faces, most staring back at her, swim in the front of her. ANGLE ON: BUFFY A Steadicam shot circling her as she spins and the noise continues to get LOUDER. Her eyes close and she DROPS TO THE FLOOR. She's out cold. FADE OUT. FADE IN: EXT. SKY - BUFFY'S POV A ring of concerned faces: Giles, Willow, Oz, Xander. Cordelia's there too, but less concerned.
(overlapping) I think she's walking up./She's okay./ Thank goodness./Her eyes are opening./I'm cold. EXT. PINE GROVE - DAY Buffy sits up with Giles' help.
Are you all right?
I told them not to move you. They probably severed your spinal cord.
I'm okay.
Buffy--
Really, I am. Listen. There's a killer in the cafeteria.
I've been saying for years that the lunch lady's going to do us all in with that mulligan stew. I mean, what the hell is a mulligan?
Someone was thinking it. "This time tomorrow, I kill you all." I have to find them.
You didn't recognize the voice?
No.
Boy or girl?
I don't know. It was so full of... anger and pain, it was hardly human. She gets up and starts walking toward the school. As she gets closer to the building, the CACOPHONY starts building in her head. She stumbles. Giles catches her, steers her farther away. The noise fades.
You can't.
I have to find them.
Are you sure they meant it?
Yeah. I mean, who hasn't just idly thought about taking out the whole place with a semi-automatic? (off their looks) I said idly.
I know the difference. He, she, whoever, they meant it. They're going to do it.
(overlapping) How horrible./Who could it be?/She looks so tired./I bet it was Hogan./ I'm not getting any warmer.
Shut up! Her friends recoil. Buffy holds her head.
I'm sorry. I just mean... stop thinking so loud... or so much...
You have to go home, Buffy. I'll take you home.
Yeah, okay. But, you guys, you have to do this. Go back in there, make a list, everyone in the cafeteria. We've got to find the killer before lunch tomorrow!
We'll do it, Buffy. A list of all the students.
Nancy was there. She's scary. Teachers too. Mr. Beach thought something about getting rid of us...
(to Buffy) Come on. Willow leads the others back to the school as Buffy and Giles walk slowly toward his car parked at the edge of the triangle. She leans on his arm slightly.
I can't shut it out, Giles. I mean, it's like this... invasion of my head - strangers walking around in there. Look at this, I can't even be around people. Not that they're clamoring to be near me now anyway. Even you.
I'm sorry, Buffy. It's hard for all of us. But Wesley and I are looking for a way to help.
I'm going to be okay, aren't I? You know, even if you can't get rid of it?
You'll be fine. I promise.
If it doesn't go away, she'll go insane. Buffy stops and stares at him. INT. LIBRARY - LATER (DAY) Willow, Xander, Oz and Cordelia.
We have a list of the people in the cafeteria. I'll do some computer work, match it against the FBI mass-murderer profiles. We can rule some people out.
I'm still having trouble with the idea that one of us is just gonna gun everybody down for no reason.
(sarcastically) Yeah, 'cause that never happens in American high schools.
It's bordering on trendy at this point.
Besides which: Sunnydale high. Center of Evil and all that. So let's get to work. We have till lunch time tomorrow. We hope. INT. BUFFY'S ROOM - AFTERNOON (DAY) Joyce is tucking Buffy into bed. Buffy is pale and shaky.
There. You look better already.
Thanks Mom-- Joyce exits into the hall.
I'm just getting you another pillow. Joyce is back with the pillow.
I don't really need -- Joyce is out again.
Just getting another blanket!
Mom! Joyce is back with the blanket.
How about some soup? Chicken and stars?
Mom. Stop it. Come sit with me.
Well... I've got... laundry...
Why are you... Buffy gasps.
You had sex with Giles. You had sex with Giles! Joyce is heading for the door.
It was the candy! We were teenagers!
On the hood of a police car?!
I'll be downstairs! Feel better! Joyce exits.
(called after) Twice?! INT. LIBRARY - LATER (DAY) Willow has her computer set up on the table. With Xander, Oz and Cordy looking on, she takes a list out of the printer.
Okay. I've taken our list and narrowed it to a dozen strong suspects. She hands out papers to Xander, Oz and Cordy.
These are your personalized assignments.
Oh, I was hoping there'd be assignments.
I think I should work with Wesley.
You have no shame.
Oh, like shame is something to be proud of.
Be quiet! Sorry, but this is important. Talk to everyone on your list. Use the sample questions. Today, people! They head out...
(called after) Oh! Write neatly and label your worksheets! INT. LIBRARY - LATER (DAY) Jonathan, utterly confused, sits in the darkened room at the table facing a desk lamp. Willow stands up and turns the lamp head toward him. He pulls back and squints into the light. The scene becomes a reprise of the interrogation in "Go Fish".
Fantasies are fun, aren't they Jonathan?
I guess.
We all have fantasies where we're powerful and respected. Where people pay attention to us.
Maybe.
But sometimes the fantasy isn't enough, is it, Jonathan? Sometimes you have to make it so people don't ignore you. Make them pay attention. You know what I'm talking about, don't you?
You want me to pay attention? EXT. BASKETBALL COURT - DAY Oz is talking with Hogan, the basketball star, who practices jump shots with a ball. Oz holds his "worksheet".
This is for the yearbook?
(nodding) "Personality profiles".
Can you ask it again?
Do you ever feel that you've created a false persona for yourself of the guy who does everything right, and how much of a strain does that put on you to maintain it?
Huh. Wow. I guess... moderate strain? Is that a good answer? I want to get this right.
Uh-huh. Oz checks something off on his list. INT. CLASSROOM - DAY Mr. Beach is erasing the blackboard in an empty room. Cordelia enters.
Hi, Mr. Beach. I was just wondering if you were planning on killing a bunch of people tomorrow? Oh, it's for the yearbook. EXT. PINE GROVE STAIRS - DAY Xander addresses three cute girls.
Okay, so 'turn offs' include smoking, insensitive men and Birkenstocks. Now, your idea of the perfect romantic evening... INT. SCHOOL NEWSPAPER OFFICE - DAY Oz enters. No one there. Oz looks at the framed front pages on the walls. Headlines include: "TEACHERS FAIL COMPETENCY EXAM," "SCHOOL DEATH TOLL SETS RECORD," "DEPRESSION LINKED TO SCHOOL," "APATHY ON THE RISE, NO ONE CARES," and "DROP-OUTS FIND HAPPINESS". Oz exits. ANGLE ON: FREDDY Hiding under the desk. INT. LIBRARY - NIGHT Giles and Wesley, surrounded by books and magick supplies, including a vial of liquid. They look rumpled and tired.
Well, it seems to be coming along all right.
Yes, Buffy's being driving mad, we have no proof this will work and it still requires the heart of the second demon, which we have no idea how to get without the slayer.
Negative thinking doesn't solve problems.
Berk. INT. BUFFY'S ROOM - NIGHT Buffy stands at the window, looking out. VIEW FROM BUFFY'S WINDOW PAN across some typical Sunnydale houses. Over the first house:
Look at him smiling, like he thinks I don't know about her... This overlaps with:
She doesn't know a thing. I can't believe I'm getting away with this. This overlaps with thoughts from the next house:
I should've just quit. No job's worth that crap. And over the third house:
One more drink. That'll do it. Just one more and I can sleep... Buffy shudders. She closes the window, the curtain, but now:
(overlapping) Twenty years with that company.
Does he think I can't smell her perfume?
It's just a little drink.
He shouldn't even be the boss.
The bottle's almost empty anyway... Buffy curls up on the bed, pulls the pillow over her head. EXT. PARK - NIGHT The surviving mouthless demon is flung backwards into frame -- airborne for far longer than a human assault could ever accomplish. Angel, in vamp face, bounds in after him, pressing his advantage. The demon fights back with a series of hard punches that snap Angel's head back. But, on the last punch, Angel side-steps, and grabs the demon's arm, and throws the demon to the ground. Angel flings himself onto the demon, pinning it... But the demon flips Angel off him. Angel is still finding his feet when the demon is on him... catching him brutally in the head with big sweeping kicks. Angel staggers back, shaking his head to clear it. But the demon is gone. Angel looks up at the still-dark sky, worried. INT. BUFFY'S ROOM - MORNING (DAY) The room is dark. Buffy is on the bed, twisting and mumbling. Joyce is in a chair, wrapped in a blanket -- she has clearly been sitting up all night. She gets up and wearily crosses to the window and parts the curtains. She squints out at the early morning light. INT. SCHOOL LOUNGE - MORNING (DAY) Willow holds her list and talks to Nancy.
Do I often imagine classmates are spying on me or otherwise acting suspiciously?
Right.
Not 'til just now. INT. HALLWAY - DAY Freddy walks down the hall, turns a corner and sees: Oz, knocking at the door of the school newspaper office.
Freddy? You there? Freddy ducks back, out of sight. Oz gives up, and walks past where Freddy is hiding. Freddy runs off the other way. INT. SCHOOL LOUNGE - DAY Xander and Larry are there.
What? Talk louder, dude.
(discreetly) I'm just saying it's got to be frustrating. Having this secret? You gotta be kind of filling up with resentment, unexpressed rage waiting to burst out. Today at lunch.
(loudly) What secret? Being gay?
Shhh!
Man, I'm out. I'm so out I got my grandma fixing me up with guys.
Oh. That's... nice?
But it sounds like you're having a rough time with it.
Again, may I suggest shhh?
Look, just do it. Freddy hurries by, making his escape from Oz. Larry spots him.
(to Xander) Look there. That weird Freddy Munson guy who does the school paper?
He's gay?
No, dude, but I bet he'd put in, like, a coming-out announcement for you. Something tasteful. INT. BUFFY'S ROOM - MORNING (DAY) Buffy is still curled on the bed, hands clamped over her ears, every muscle tense and tortured. Joyce and Giles look in on her from the doorway. Buffy MOANS.
I can't stand this. I keep wondering if I'm hurting her, with my thoughts.
You're not. Not anymore. She can't pick one thought out of the... din. He's interrupted by the DOORBELL, followed by urgent KNOCKING. INT. FOYER - DAY Joyce runs down the stairs, Giles following. Wesley is there (he's been downstairs), opens the front door and steps aside, allows a shrouded figure in. Smoke curls off the blanket. The figure beneath shrugs off the coverings... it's Angel. He holds the vial. Now the liquid inside GLOWS.
I got it. INT. LIBRARY - DAY Willow, Xander, Oz and Cordy compare results. The table is covered with their scattered lists, and a copy of the school paper. Headline: TEAM WINS SENSELESS CONTEST.
He's the only one we couldn't find?
Yeah. Freddy Munson.
The newspaper guy? But we can't figure out it's him without the worksheet, right? Xander has picked up the copy of the paper.
Uh... we do have this, people. Today's editorial titled, "BIG GAME DRAWS MINDLESS, BRAINDEAD MOB."
Does he mention the cheerleaders? Because we were on. INT. BUFFY'S ROOM - DAY Angel is alone with Buffy. He tries to lift her into a sitting position on the bed. She fights him, weakly.
No. No!
I'm going to help you. Buffy opens her eyes.
Who? She doesn't know him. That hurts. He holds the glowing vial of liquid to Buffy's mouth, forces some into her. Then he settles her in the bed and kisses her lightly on the lips. But as he stands up, she gasps and CONVULSES. He grabs her, holds her, trying to control her flailing limbs.
Giles! EXT. FOUNTAIN COURT - DAY Students hang a new banner: "1999 CHAMPS!" Larry crosses through. Nancy sits on a bench, reading. CUT TO: A BIRD'S EYE VIEW OF THE FOUNTAIN COURT As our gang passes through at a fast walk. PULL BACK TO REVEAL we are: INT. TOWER - DAY Jonathan looks down at them. He kneels by a case on the floor. Opens it. Inside, separated into parts, is a rifle. BLACK OUT.
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INT. BUFFY'S ROOM Angel kneels beside the motionless Buffy, holding her hand. Joyce and Giles stand nearby. Buffy opens her eyes.
Thank God.
Buffy? She looks at him. Absolutely blank. Until...
Angel?
Are you all right? Do you hear thoughts?
(tries) No... (looks to Giles) Did you find the killer? INT. SCHOOL NEWSPAPER OFFICE - DAY Freddy sits at his desk, writing. The door opens. Willow, Xander, Oz and Cordy enter. Freddy starts to stand up, then drops back into his chair -- caught.
Okay, Oz. You got me. What are your friends going to do? Hold me down?
You better believe it, Buster. You can't threaten a big murder without getting us pretty darn ticked.
Murder? What murder? You're not here about the review?
The review? Freddy hands a paper to Oz.
Last Thursday.
(reading) "'Dingoes Ate My Baby' play their instruments as if they had plump Polish sausages taped to their fingers..."
Sorry, man.
No. It's fair.
I get a lot of hate mail. I sorta figured you were bringing yours personally. He indicates a box. Cordy perches on the edge of the desk and starts idly opening and reading the mail from the in-box.
Hey, if you happen to find a tasteful announcement about me from Larry --
Xander. We have to figure this out.
Oh, we have no shot. The killer could be anyone. We lose.
We still have a few minutes. Buffy is standing in the doorway. There is general excitement:
Buffy!
You're okay! Can you hear thoughts?
No.
And just when I wasn't thinking about sex.
Okay. Here's the new plan. We try to get Snyder to evacuate the school and just hope our bad guy isn't waiting outside with--
(reading) "By this time tomorrow, you'll all know what I've done." Slowly, everyone turns and stares at Cordy. CLOSE ON: CORDELIA
"...I'm sure you understand that I had to do it, and that although death is never easy, it is the only way." She tosses the letter aside.
God, doesn't anyone write in to praise the cheerleaders? We are so unsung. Willow scrambles for the discarded letter. Looks at the signature.
Jonathan. Ooh. I had him in my grasps, the slippery weasel.
Split up. Find him. INT. CLASSROOM - DAY Oz looks in, flinging the door open on the run. The room's empty. He moves on. INT. LIBRARY - DAY Willow runs in, looks around, heads up into the stacks.
Jonathan? Are you in here? INT. CAFETERIA - DAY As Xander runs into the cafeteria, a few other early customers start drifting in.
(urgently) Jonathan? He looks past the counter into the kitchen.
Ooh. Jell-O. INT. LOUNGE - DAY Cordy sees someone from the back. Is it Jonathan? She spins him around, her hand cocked back to punch. It isn't. She pushes the terrified boy away and grabs another one... EXT. FOUNTAIN COURT - DAY Buffy pushes her way through the between-class crowd. She looks around frantically. She looks up and sees the glint of sunlight off metal, a gun muzzle in the tower! She runs up the exterior staircase. Nancy, in the courtyard, watches Buffy run. Buffy reaches the second level. She JUMPS up, grabs the eaves and, using super-human Slayer strength and dexterity, she FLIPS herself over onto the roof.
I could have done that. INT. TOWER - DAY Jonathan is putting the rifle together. The muzzle protrudes over the edge of the tower. EXT. ROOF - DAY Buffy runs on the roof. She reaches the edge of the tower and JUMPS... INT. TOWER - DAY ...CRASHING through into the tower. Buffy LANDS, ROLLS right into the line of fire of the rifle.
Get away from me! She comes up slow, eyes on him.
Okay, Jonathan, you wanna point that somewhere else?
You better not try and stop me.
No. No stopping. I'm just here for the view. Hey look, city hall.
Go away.
Never gonna happen.
You think I won't use this?
I don't know, Jonathan, I'm just --
Stop doing that!
Doing what?
Stop saying my name like we're friends. We're not friends. You all think I'm an idiot. A short idiot.
I don't. His hands tighten on the gun. He's getting angry.
I don't think about you much at all. Most people here don't. Bugs you, doesn't it? You've got all this pain, all these feelings and nobody's paying attention.
You think I just want attention?
No, I think you're in the bell tower with a high powered rifle because you want to blend in. Believe it or not, Jonathan, I understand. About the pain.
Oh, right. 'Cause the burden of being beautiful and athletic, that's a crippler.
I'm sorry, I was wrong. You are an idiot. This stops him.
My life happens very occasionally to suck beyond the telling of it. More than I can stand sometimes. And not just me. Every single person down there is ignoring your pain because they're way too busy with their own. The beautiful ones, the popular ones, the guys that pick on you... everyone. She comes around to look down at the courtyard. He looks as well, his grip on the gun loosening.
If you could hear what they're feeling - the confusion, the loneliness... It looks quiet down there. It's not. It's deafening. They stand side by side for a moment, looking down.
You know I could have taken the gun by now.
I know.
(holds out her hand) Rather do it this way. Slowly, he hands her the gun. Her hand is shaking a little as she takes it and unloads it.
I just wanted it to stop.
Well, mass murder is not actually doctor recommended for this kind of pain. And by the way, prison? A lot like high school, only instead of noogies --
What are you talking about?
Actions having consequences, stuff like that --
I wouldn't ever hurt anybody. I came up here to kill myself. Off her look: INT. KITCHEN - DAY Xander sneaks in, heads right for the Jell-O. He's just scooping out a big wobbly spoonful when he glances to one side and sees the Lunch Lady, pouring powder from an enormous container marked "RAT POISON" into the mulligan stew. They stand there for a second and stare at each other. Boy with Jell-O. Woman with rat poison. Both caught. Finally it occurs to both of them that the thing she was caught doing was worse than what he was caught doing. She lunges for Xander and he bolts back into the cafeteria. INT. CAFETERIA - DAY By now the place is filling with people. Some of them have already loaded their trays with stew.
Rat poison! Rat poison! Everyone stares at him. At one table, diners are already dipping their utensils into the stew. Xander OVERTURNS the table. Stew flies!
Drop your spoons! Step away from the spoons! The Lunch Lady SCREAMS out of the kitchen, holding a huge CLEAVER and lunging for Xander. He yelps and runs, his feet slipping in the spilled stew. He falls. The Lunch Lady is closing in on him when Buffy steps right in front of her.
Okay, let's calm down.
Vermin you're all vermin... you come in and you eat and you eat! Filth!
I don't see this being settled with logic. The Lunch Lady lunges at her with the cleaver. Buffy knocks it aside with her bare hand, hitting the flat of the blade. The woman strikes again and Buffy kicks-and-punches, knocking the Lunch Lady backwards into tables and chairs and unconsciousness. EXT. SCHOOL - MORNING (DAY) Students stream toward the school. Among them, Willow and Buffy, carrying books.
So you're feeling better about Angel.
Yeah. I mean, we talked, and he ripped the heart out of a demon and fed it to me, and later we talked some more.
See, that's how it should work. Giles falls into step with them.
Good morning.
Hi, Giles. Oh, I should get to the yearbook office. I'm going to give them the murderer questionnaires. They really are good reading. They ad lib good-byes as Willow heads off, and Buffy and Giles walk on together.
How are you?
Lovin' the quiet. Nobody in here but me.
And Jonathan? How is he doing?
Pretty crappy. His parents are freaking, he's suspended, and toting a piece to school not exactly earning him a place with the 'in' crowd. But I think he's dealing.
It's good of you to check up on him.
It's nice to be able to help someone in a non-slaying capacity. But he's starting to get that look, like he's gonna ask me to the prom.
Well, you know, it would probably help his self esteem if --
What am I, Saint Buffy? He's like three feet tall.
Good to see you've emerged from your psychic adventure more or less intact. Feel up to some training?
Sure. We can work out after school. You know, if you're not too busy HAVING SEX WITH MY MOTHER! BLACK OUT.
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