(November 17, 1997)
Written by: Marti Noxon
INT. BUFFY'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
It's late. All is dark and peaceful. BUFFY stirs in her sleep, wakes. Reaches for a glass of water on her night stand, finds it empty. A beat. She climbs out of bed-
INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT
Still half-asleep, Buffy pads down the hallway. From the shadows behind her emerges DRUSILLA, ripe, carnivorous blood staining her mouth. A truly horrifying sight.
Dru stalks Buffy - is a heartbeat away from grabbing her when Buffy senses something and turns.
There is nothing there. Buffy shrugs it off, moves to the bathroom door. She opens it and enters-
INT. THE BRONZE - NIGHT
Buffy wanders in, still in her pajamas. The MUSIC is haunting, otherworldly-
WILLOW is at a table, having coffee with a MONKEY - who wears a little hat and a vest. She turns and waves. Buffy, puzzled, waves back.
Buffy turns and sees JOYCE, who is drinking coffee out of a large cup and saucer. Joyce looks concerned - addresses Buffy.
Do you really think you're ready, Buffy?
CLOSE ON JOYCE'S HANDS
As the saucer slips from her grasp. The plate falls to the ground and shatters.
Who looks from the broken plate tack to her mother - but
JOYCE IS GONE.
Buffy turns again, wanders to the dance floor - which is alive with sexual energy. Couples writhe sensuously to the music - totally entwined, into each other - oblivious to her.
The crowd parts and Buffy sees ANGEL on the other side of the dance floor. They meet eyes - smile. Through all the oddness - it is a moment of true connection, love. They move toward each other.
Just as Buffy is about to reach Angel, DRUSILLA appears again behind him. Dru STAKES ANGEL in the back - so swiftly and suddenly that Buffy can't act in time to save him.
Buffy reaches for him.
CLOSE ON THEIR HANDS
Buffy's hand touches Angel's - AND IT CRUMBLES TO ASH.
ON BUFFY AND ANGEL
She looks up at ANGEL - makes a moment of desperate eye contact before he EXPLODES INTO DUST. Now DRUSILLA is fully revealed behind him - leering. She addresses Buffy, relishing every moment of her suffering.
Happy Birthday, Buffy.
SMASH CUT TO:
INT. BUFFY'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Buffy BOLTS up from her bed, waking in horror from her DREAM. She's panicked, sweating...
INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE ANGEL'S APARTMENT - DAY
Buffy knocks at Angel's door. A little tentative.
A beat - then, muffled-
He opens the door. Just out of bed. Nicely rumpled.
Hey... Everything okay?
They move inside.
INT. ANGEL'S APARTMENT - DAY
The shades are drawn. It's dark as a tomb. Good thing, too.
That's what I was going to ask you.
You're okay, right?
Sure. I'm fine. What's up?
Buffy moves into his arms, relieved. Angel's happy to hold her, if a bit confused.
I had this dream. Drusilla was alive.
It was awful-
She killed you. Right in front of me.
I saw the whole thing.
Angel strokes her, trying to soothe.
It was just a dream. It wasn't real.
But it felt so real.
It wasn't. Here I am.
Buffy moves away from him now, her anxiety mounting.
This happened before, Angel.
That dream I had about
the Master... It came true.
Still, not every dream you have comes true.
I mean, what else did you dream last night?
Can you remember?
Buffy thinks, then
That... Giles and I opened an office
supply warehouse in Las Vegas.
You see my point.
Yeah. But, I mean, what if Drusilla is alive?
We never saw her body.
She's not. But even if she was - we'd deal.
He moves to her. Draws her back into his arms.
But, what if-
Angel silences her with a kiss. Tense at first, Buffy relaxes into it. The intensity grows fast. Finally-
What if what?
Sorry. Were we talking?
They kiss some more. The bed in the corner entices. They both feel it - glance there - but don't go there.
I... have to get to school.
And they kiss some more.
God. You feel-
You have to go to school...
Still kissing, Angel picks her up and moves her to the front door. Now they kiss against the door. Finally pull back.
Alright. This is me.
Buffy opens the door, but pauses for one last kiss. Then-
You still haven't told me what
you want for your birthday.
Okay. I will...
They smile. Neither one wants to end the moment.
This was nice. I like you first thing in the morning-
It's bed time for me.
Then I like you at bed time.
She realizes how that sounds. Stammers
I mean... You - know what I mean...
I think so.
What do you mean?
That I... I like seeing you.
And the part at the end of the
night when we say goodbye,
it's.., getting harder.
Buffy waits for an agonizing beat before he responds. Then-
Yeah. It is.
They just look at each other. Afraid to say any more.
"I like you at bed time?" You actually said that?
EXT. SUNNYDALE HIGH - DAY
Buffy and Willow are walking toward school together.
I know. I know.
Man. That's - I don't know,
that's moxie or something!
Totally unplanned. It just came out.
And he was into it? He wants
to see you at bed time, too?
Buffy stops walking. Suddenly feeling the weight of this.
Yeah. I think he does.
I mean, he's cool about it-
Of course he is. Cause' he's cool.
He would never, you know
Right. He's not the type.
Willow. What am I going to do?
What do you want to do?
Well... WANT isn't always the right thing...
To do, I mean. To act on want can be wrong.
But, to not act on want. You could
watch your whole life pass you by-
Carpe diem. You told me that once.
Seize the fish?
Not carp. Carpe. It means seize the day.
(a long beat)
I think we're going to... seize it, Will.
Sooner or later. Once you get to a
certain point - seizing is sort of inevitable.
This sinks in. They start to walk again - slowly.
Buffy notices OZ, guitar in hand, walking ahead.
Ooh, speaking of wow potential, there's Oz.
What are we thinking? Any sparkage there?
(glowing a bit)
He's nice. I like his hands.
Ooh, fixation on insignificant detail.
Definite crush sign.
I don't know, though. I mean, he is a senior...
You think he's too old cuz he's a senior?
Please. My boyfriend had a bicentennial.
That's true, I guess... I just...
You can't spend the rest of your life
waiting for Xander to wake up
and smell the hottie. Make a move.
Do the talking thing.
What if the talking thing becomes
the awkward silence thing?
You won't know unless you try.
Come on, Will - seize the fish!
Buffy smiles, moves on ahead. Leaving Willow to her task.
ON WILLOW AND OZ
Will gathers her courage as she catches up with OZ. He's pleased to see her. In his Oz-ian way.
(re: guitar case)
Do you have a... a gig tonight?
Practice. The band's kind of moving towards this
new sound where we suck. So, practice.
I think you guys sound good.
I bet you've got a lot of groupies.
It happens. But I'm living groupie-free
nowadays. I'm clean.
I'm gonna ask you if you wanna
go out tomorrow night. I'm actually
kind of nervous about it. It's interesting.
Oh. Well, if it helps at all, I'm gonna say yes.
It helps. It adds a comfort zone.
You wanna go out tomorrow night?
I can't !
I like that you're unpredictable.
It's Buffy's birthday and we're
throwing her a surprise party.
But, you could come. If you wanted.
Don't wanna crash...
No, that's fine. You could be my... date.
All right. I'm in.
He takes off, Willow standing in place, a little shocked.
I said date...
INT. SCHOOL HALLWAY - DAY
CORDELIA'S at her locker. XANDER hangs around, trying to look like he's not hanging around.
So, Buffy's party. Manana.
Right. Just because she's "miss save the world"
we have to make a big deal. I have to cook
I'm chips, and dips girl.
Horrors. All that opening and stirring.
And shopping and carrying.
You should have a person
who does such things for you.
That's what I've been saying
to my father. But does he listen?
Xander leans in. They talk in hushed tones.
So, you're going. I'm going.
Should we - you know - go?
A long beat.
I don't know... This thing. With us?
Despite our better judgement -
it keeps happening. Maybe we should
just admit that we're dating.
Groping in a broom closet is not dating.
You don't call it a date until the guy spends money.
Fine. I'll spend - then we'll grope.
Whatever. It's just some kind of
whacked that we feel we have to
hide from all our friends.
Well, of course you want to tell everybody.
You have nothing to be ashamed of. I, on the
other hand, have everything to be ashamed of-
Know what? 'Nuff said. Forget it.
Must have been my multiple personality
guy talking. I call him Idiot Jed, Glutton for Punishment-
He moves off. Cordelia closes her locker, catches up to him.
Let me... Think about it. Can I pick out your clothes?
For the party?
For pretty much... every day.
She walks off. Xander watches her, chagrined, then sees GILES in the-
INT. SCHOOL LOUNGE
Xander moves to him.
Good morning. I trust that everything
is in order for the party.
Absolutely. Ready to get down,
you funky party weasel?
Giles sees BUFFY and MS. CALENDAR approaching.
Ah. Here comes Buffy. Remember -
discretion is the better part of valor...
You could have just gone - "shhhh."
Are all you Brits such drama queens?
Giles would respond, but Buffy and Ms. Calendar have now joined them. Xander turns to Buffy
Buffy! I feel a pre-birthday spanking coming on.
Buffy gives Xander a look that would melt steel.
I'd - curb that impulse, Xander.
Check. Cancel spanking.
What's the matter, Buffy? You look fatigued.
Rough night. I had a dream that
Drusilla was alive - and she killed
Angel. It really spun me. I even
went by Angel's on the way to
school to make sure he was okay.
There's a line I haven't tried.
"I just dropped by to see if you're
dead." It says caring. Concerned.
Please. I didn't go over there for smootchies -
Well. When I found out he was okay
I was relieved, and so, naturally...
Someone stop me.
So, Angel's alright?
Yeah, but... I've just got this bad feeling.
This wasn't a normal dream.
You feel it was more of a portent?
I don't know. I don't want to start
a big freak-out over nothing.
Still. We should be on alert. If Drusilla
is alive then we may be facing
a cataclysmic state of affairs-
Again. So many words.
Can't you just say we'd be in trouble?
Go to class, Xander.
He starts to move away. Stops.
Notice the economy of phrasing.
"Gone." It's simple. Direct.
And he's off.
I guess I should get gone, too.
Don't worry yourself unduly, Buffy.
This could be nothing.
I know. I should keep my Slayer cool
and all, but, it's Angel. Which automatically
And she heads to class. Calendar and Giles watch her go -then move down the hall toward the library. Giles' expression now betrays the fact that he is more concerned than he let on.
What? You really think Buffy's
INT. LIBRARY - DAY
Calendar and Giles enter - continuing their talk.
I guess it makes sense. I mean,
all of Buffy's senses are heightened.
Why should her intuition be different?
Precisely. It's not unheard of for the
Slayer to start having prophetic dreams
and visions as she approaches adulthood-
Adulthood? Buffy's seventeen tomorrow,
Giles. Don't rush her.
I'm not the one rushing her. While
I'm loathe to say it, the fact is -
the Slayer rarely lives into her
mid-twenties. It follows that she'd
exhibit signs of maturity early on.
Her whole life-cycle is accelerated.
Still, you should be careful about
treating her like a grown-up. Like -
this thing with Angel. Have you
even talked to her about it?
I - I suppose I try not to pry.
Maybe you should, a little. The
way she talks - it's clear she has
intense feelings for him
Well, yes. They're friends-
They're more than friends and you know it.
A beat as this sinks in.
I'm not her father, Jenny.
She looks up to you. She'll never
actually say that, but she does.
And I just think, at her age, it's
easy to get in. over your head.
She could make some bad choices
here. Trust me on this one.
I'll keep an eye to it. Right now
I'm worried enough trying to
think of the right birthday present.
INT. FACTORY - NIGHT
CLOSE ON: A LARGE AND ORNATE CAST IRON BOX.
DALTON, the vampire transcriber, arrives at the door under the balcony laden down with the box. It is rectangle shaped, but has an odd peg and groove device at one end - as though it is meant to fit with another piece.
I have your package.
A voice emerges from the shadows.
Just put it on the table. Near the other gifts.
Dalton moves away as SPIKE ROLLS out of a dark corner of the factory. He's IN A WHEELCHAIR, disabled from the accident at the church - deathly pale and scarred from buns.
Are you dead set on this, pet?
Wouldn't you rather have
your party in Vienna?
Now we REVEAL DRUSILLA, brimming with vitality, who pushes Spike into the main room of the factory for a PARTY. It is being decorated by two VAMPS. Creepy Drusilla style, natch. Two boxes similar in look but different sizes are on the table. Dalton adds his to the pile.
But - the invitations are sent.
Spike knows this is true - although he doesn't like it.
It's just, I've had it with this place.
Nothing goes off the way its supposed to.
-until my celebration. My gatherings are
always perfect. Remember Spain? The bulls?
I remember, sweet. But Sunnydale is
friggin' cursed for us. Angel and the
Slayer see to that.
Shhhh. I have good games for everyone. You'll see.
She sees some flowers woven about two of the chairs. Stops, suddenly shaking.
These flowers are wrong.
They're all wrong - I can't abide them!
She screams with genuine horror and tears them off the chairs - then stops, as suddenly as she begun. Spike looks wearily at the two vamps.
Let's try something different with the flowers, then.
Can I open one? Can I? Can I?
Just a peek, love. They're for the party.
She goes to the boxes.
POV FROM BOX
We see Dru open it, look inside with rapturous glee.
You like it, baby?
Oh, it reaks of death. This will
be the best party ever.
Because it will be the last.
She SLAMS the box closed.
INT. BUFFY'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY
It's morning and Joyce is clearing plates from the breakfast table while Buffy gets ready to leave for school. There is an open birthday card near Buffy's place.
Mall trip for your birthday
on Saturday. Don't forget.
Space on a mom-sponsored
shopping opportunity? Not likely.
So, does seventeen feel any different than sixteen?
Funny you should ask - I actually woke
up feeling more mature, responsible and level-headed.
Really? That's uncanny.
And yet, true. I now possess the qualities
one looks for in a licensed driver.
You said we could talk about it again
when I was seventeen.
You've been seventeen for forty-eight minutes.
First of all - you promised you'd
stay out of trouble in school.
I try. You know I do. But
Principal Snyder has it in for me-
I know. But... You behind the wheel,
it worries me.
It worries all moms. It's biological
imperative. But I'm going to drive
sooner or later, so we might as well
deal sooner - right?
Joyce turns to her - a plate in her hand. The same exact pose and expression she had in BUFFY'S DREAM.
Do you really think you're ready, Buffy?
CLOSE ON JOYCE'S HANDS
As the plate slips from her grasp - shatters on the floor.
ON BUFFY & JOYCE
Oh, damn it.
She stoops to pick up the pieces. Buffy just stands there, power-freaked by the dream deja-vu.
Grab the broom, would you Buffy?
Nothing. Joyce looks up. Buffy's gone. The
back door SLAMS. Joyce looks after her skittish daughter,
Calendar enters, Loaded down with her bag, books, cup of coffee, etc. She sets some stuff down near a terminal. Turns the computer on-
Jenny. Jenny Calendar...
Calendar spins - sees THE OLD MAN we saw earlier outside the school. He's standing at her desk, reading her nameplate -speaks with a DISTINCT YUGOSLAVIAN ACCENT.
A beat as Jenny comprehends his presence in her classroom.
You startled me.
You look well. Comfortable.
Jenny becomes increasingly uncomfortable.
Yes. I'm fine. I - I know I haven't written
as much lately. I've been busy-
I cannot imagine what is so important that
you ignore your responsibility to your people.
I've been working. And... distracted. I'm sorry.
The elder woman has been reading signs.
Something is different.
Nothing's changed. The curse still holds.
He's still tortured by all that he's done-
No. The elder woman is never wrong.
She says his pain is lessening. She feels it.
There is - what?
The old man's eyes fill with fire. He cannot believe what he is hearing.
What? How could you let this happen?
I promise you. Angel still suffers. And he
makes amends for his evil. He even saved my life.
So you just forget? That he destroyed
the most beloved daughter of your
tribe? That he killed every man,
woman and child who touched her life?
Vengeance demands that his pain be
eternal, as ours is. If this - this girl -
brings him even one minute of happiness.
That is one minute too many.
I'm sorry. I thought-
What? That you are Jenny Calendar now?
You are still Janna, of the Kalderash people.
I know, Uncle. I know...
Then prove it. Your time for watching
is past. The girl and him - it ends now.
No matter what you must do, take her from him.
I - I will see to it.
He moves off, exits. Leaving Calendar a total mess.
INT. SCHOOL HALLWAY - DAY
Cordy and HARMONY stroll to class. See XANDER and WILLOW hanging in the LOUNGE in the BG.
Hello. I'm having, like, a totally
Xander Harris. Is it just me, or
does his shirt almost match his pants?
Harmony looks. Shrugs.
Almost. Why do I care?
Well. If you look at him a certain way -
is he vaguely.., cute?
As XANDER does some spazzy dance for Willow's amusement.
Oh yeah. I'm hot for spaz boy.
Are you tripping, Cordelia?
A beat. Cordelia laughs a little too loud.
You thought I was serious? Please.
I was just testing you! Ha.
I'm hot for spaz boy. Good one.
INT. SCHOOL LOUNGE - DAY
Xander and Willow are at the snack machine.
So we're all set. I've got all the decorations.
And I think Cordelia's bringing snacks and stuff.
Yeah. She said she was. Which was
thoughtful. Don't you think?
(takes the leap)
Hey. Cordelia: not as horrible a person
as we once thought? I mean, she's
obviously trying to be helpful.
But, you wouldn't ever, like, be able
to be friends with her or something.
You mean, like hang out and
take Cosmo tests together?
I mean - actually elect to be in her presence.
I don't know. She's better -
but she's still Cordelia.
(nods to the hall)
CORDELIA and HARMONY are joined by a few other Cordettes. They all SQUEAL in greeting. Jump up and down.
ON WILLOW AND XANDER
Example: what is the shrieking thing?
They just saw each other yesterday...
And now, watch - Cordelia's going to
model her new outfit-
ON CORDELIA, ET AL
Sure enough - Cordelia spins around, showing off her mini-dress. More shrieks.
ON WILLOW AND XANDER
Note the reaction -
like Cordelia invented clothes.
They're not bad people, Xander.
It's just - we are of two worlds.
(can't help herself)
And theirs is bad.
Xander lets this sinks in.
Right. Of course you're right.
What was I thinking?
Now OZ approaches. Willow immediately gets shy, happy.
Hey. So - tonight?
I'm there. Feeling surprise-y.
Can I pick you up?
Xander's watching them, unsure what to make of all this.
Yeah. That would be... Here-
She writes it on her pad - tears it off and gives it to Oz.
I have your address.
He moves off. Xander looks at Willow - a little shocked.
Is this a date?
Yeah. It's a date.
Shouldn't you meet him or something?
Are you sure you should be giving
some stranger your address?
He's not just some stranger, Xander.
He's a friend. He took a bullet for me.
So? I would've taken a bullet for you.
Nobody offered me one.
Off Willow - enjoying Xander's
Buffy and Giles are in mid-conversation. Very intense.
-and then my mom broke the plate.
It was exactly like I saw it in my
dream, Giles. Every gesture. Every
word. Beyond creepy.
Yes. I'd imagine-
Now Willow and Xander enter the library. See Buffy.
Hey! The woman of the hour.
It's happy birthday Buffy!
They move to her to give her a hug - but sense her mood.
Not - happy birthday Buffy?
It's just... A piece of the nightmare
Buffy had the other night
actually came to pass.
Something happen to Angel?
He's fine. For now. But if part of what
I had a dream about came true-
Then all of it may come true.
And Drusilla might be alive.
In the dream, I couldn't stop her.
She blind-sided me, Giles. Angel
was dead before I knew what happened
Even if she is alive, we can still protect
Angel. Dreams are not prophecies, Buffy.
You dreamt the Master had risen, but you
stopped it from happening.
You ground his bones to make your bread.
That's true, except for the bread part.
I guess we're one step ahead. But Giles,
I'd like to stay that way.
Absolutely. Let me read up on Drusilla,
see if she has any particular patterns.
Why don't you meet me here at 7:00?
Map out a strategy.
Okay. What do I do till then?
Go to class.., do your homework...
Oh, right. Be that Buffy.
She grabs her book bag, heads out. The others watch her go.
That is not a perky birthday puppy.
So much for our surprise party.
Man. This Slayer gig is 24/7. Can't even
stop for a little pinata-bashing.
Bummed, Willow starts to get up, collect her things.
I bought little hats and everything.
Oh well, I'll tell Cordelia.
No, you won't. We're having a party tonight.
It looks like Mr. Caution Man talking,
but the sound he makes is funny.
Buffy's surprise party is going
to go exactly as we've planned.
Except I won't be wearing the little hat.
He has dignity.
But Buffy and Angel -
-May well be in danger. As they have
been before, and, I imagine, will be again.
One thing I have learned in my tenure here
on the Hellmouth is that there is never a
good time to relax. But Buffy is only
turning 17 this once. She deserves a party.
You're a great man of our time.
And anyway, Angel's coming . So she'll be
able to protect him and have cake.
INT. SCHOOL HALL OUTSIDE LIBRARY - NIGHT
Buffy arrives for her appointment with Giles, heads toward the door but IS STARTLED BY CALENDAR - who steps from the shadows.
God. I didn't see you there.
Sorry... Giles wanted me to tell you that
there's been a change of plans. He wants
to meet you someplace near his house.
I guess he had to run home and get a
book or something.
Yeah, 'cause heaven knows there aren't
enough books in the library-
He's - very thorough.
Which is not to bag. It's kinda manly in
an obsessive/compulsive sorta way,
don't you think?
I have my car. I can drive, if you want...
They move off.
Calendar drives, appears anxious. Buffy looks out the window.
So - where are we headed, anyway?
Calendar doesn't reply.
EXT. ALLEY BEHIND THE BRONZE - NIGHT
The car pulls into the dark alley. Slows.
INT. CALENDAR'S CAR - NIGHT
We're going to the Bronze?
I'm not sure. Giles gave me an address.
I'm just following his directions -
Buffy sees something out the window. Grows alert.
WHAT BUFFY SEES
Where three suspicious-looking guys are
checking around furtively as they MOVE ANOTHER RECTANGLE-SHAPED CAST IRON
BOX from the loading dock to a waiting truck
This looks funky. Stop for a sec.
Calendar slows the car.
Buffy - maybe you shouldn't.
Sorry. Sacred duty, yadda, yadda, yadda
She opens the car door. Steps out. Calendar watches.
What is this...?
Off Calendar's worried
Buffy sneaks toward the possible crooks. One turns - IT'S DALTON - in full Vamp face. Buffy recognizes him.
Every time I see you you're stealing
something. You should talk to
somebody about this klepto issue.
WHUMP! Buffy is attacked by A HULKING VAMP - she fights him off, but is distracted when she HEARS THE TRUCK START. She looks and sees that DALTON is now in the back of the truck with the box, struggling to close the cargo gate.
Buffy leaves the hulking vamp and LEAPS for the driver's side of the truck - gets the door open and STAKES the vamp behind the wheel before he can get the truck in gear.
Now Buffy moves to the back of the truck to intercept Dalton and the box. Dalton knows he's no match for her and RUNS OFF, leaving the BOX behind.
A beat as Buffy catches her breath. Then the
HULKING VAMP is on her. FITE! (and if we can afford it) FITE!
Giles, Willow, Oz, Xander, Cordelia and Angel all huddle in the dark. The Bronze is decorated for Buffy's birthday and the place is empty except for the gang. Angel looks anxiously at the clock on the wall.
Where is she?
They hear the sound of some kind of disturbance on the other side of the back wall of the Bronze.
Shhh! I think I hear her coming-
EXT. LOADING DOCK - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT
Buffy and the hulking vamp continue to
battle. She knocks him back - but he's up again in an instant, BODY
Another beat of quiet as everybody lies in wait. Until-
BUFFY AND THE HULKING VAMP come CRASHING THROUGH THE WINDOW BEHIND THE STAGE AT THE BRONZE! Glass flies everywhere. They LAND ON THE STAGE, struggle briefly but BUFFY has the upper hand. She STAKES him. Dusto-rama.
A long, stunned beat. Everyone stares. Then Cordelia POPS from behind a couch.
That pretty much sums it up.
ON BUFFY, ANGEL AND GILES
As they move together.
Buffy, are you okay?
Yes - what happened?
There were these vamps in the alley.
And one of Dru's guys was-
(stops - notices)
What's going on?
(a bit lamely)
Yeah, happy birthday.
You guys did all this for me?
You are so sweet!
You're sure you're okay?
is still staring at the spot where the vampire turned to dust. Willow approaches him.
Are you okay?
Yeah. Did everybody else see
a guy turn into dust?
Uh, sort of...
Yep. Vampires are real,
lot of 'em live in Sunnydale,
Willow'll fill you in.
I know it's hard to accept at first...
No, actually, it explains a lot.
MISS CALENDAR comes in the door with the IRON BOX that the vamps left. She's struggling under its weight.
Can somebody give me a hand here?
Angel and Giles move to help her. They put the box down on a table.
Those creeps left this behind.
What is it?
I have no idea. Can it be opened?
Buffy moves to the box, runs her hands under the lid.
It feels like it has some kind
of release... There.
Buffy slowly lifts the lid. Everyone peers into the box. A beat as their faces register shock and amazement.
ANGLE: IN THE BOX
is a powerful, heavily armored ARM.
Then the ARM shoots from the box - GRABS BUFFY BY THE NECK.
INT. THE BRONZE - NIGHT
That live human-looking arm? Very bad. Very much gripping Buffy's neck.
Angel grabs her, takes hold of the arm. Finally manages to pry the thing's fingers from Buffy's neck, one by one, and wrestle it back in the box. He slams the lid shut, locks it.
ANOTHER stunned beat of silence as Buffy gasps for breath.. Then-
Clearly - the Hellmouth's answer to
"what do you get the Slayer who has everything?"
Good heavens, Buffy, are you alright?
Angel is helping Buffy to a chair. She sits.
Man. That thing had major grip-
What - what was that?
(matter of fact)
Looked like an arm.
Angel, troubled, gets up and moves to the box. Checks it over more carefully.
It can't be- She wouldn't...
What? The vamp version of "snakes in a can?"
Or do you care to share?
Buffy reads Angel's expression. Moves to him.
It's a legend. Way before my time.
Of a demon brought forth to rid
the earth of the plague of humanity.
To separate the righteous from
the wicked... And burn the righteous
down. They called him the Judge.
This obviously registers with Giles.
The Judge... This is he?
Well, not all of him...
Uh, still needing backstory here...
He couldn't be killed.
He looks to Angel for confirmation, and continues as Angel nods:
An army was sent against him.
Most of them died, but they were
finally able to dismember him.
But not kill him.
The pieces were scattered -
buried in every corner of the earth.
You think they left his heart in San Francisco?
(aside to Xander)
I had that thought too.
So all these parts are being brought here.
By Drusilla. The vamps outside were Spike's men.
She's just crazy enough to do it.
Do what? Reassemble the Judge?
And bring forth Armageddon.
Is anyone else gonna have cake?
No takers. She moves to the cake.
We have to get this out of town.
You've got to do it. You're the only one
who can protect this thing.
What about me?
You're just gonna skip town for a few months?
She's right. I have to take this to
the remotest region possible.
But that's not months.
I can catch a cargo ship to Asia,
maybe trek to Nepal...
You know - those wacky, newfangled
flying machines are much safer than
they used to be...
I can't fly. There's no sure way to
guard against the daylight.
I don't like this any more than you do,
Buffy. But there's no other way.
Tonight. As soon as possible.
But - it's my birthday.
Calendar moves to Buffy - puts a hand on her shoulder.
I'll drive you to the docks.
Buffy and Angel meet eyes. Buffy knows he has to go - but she's desperate for him not to.
Everyone stands silently amid the festive
decorations. This was not the way it was supposed to happen.
The vampire DALTON stands QUAKING with fear before Drusilla, who is seriously unhappy. Spike is in his chair nearby.
You lost it? You lost my present?
I know... I'm sorry-
Bad turn, man. She can't have
her fun without the box.
The Slayer, she came out of nowhere.
I - I didn't even see her.
Drusilla moves to DALTON - snakes one hand around his neck. With the other, she lifts Dalton's glasses from his face and drops them to the floor. Steps on them.
Make a wish.
She points HER RAZOR SHARP FINGER NAILS at his EYES. Pulls back, about to strike. Dalton cowers.
I'm going to blow out the candles
Dru, sweet. You might give him
a chance to find your lost treasure.
He's a wanker, but he's the only
one we've got with half a brain.
If he fails - you can eat his eyes
out of the sockets for all I care.
I'll get it. Please. I swear.
Dru considers. Then slowly lowers her hand. She picks DALTON'S TWISTED, SHATTERED GLASSES off the floor - places them on his nose. Potemkin style.
Hurry back, then.
Off Dalton. He doesn't like these reindeer
Angel, who holds the IRON BOX, and Buffy move furtively down the docks toward a large CARGO ship. They stop when they are still some distance away. Angel sets the box down.
I should go the rest of the way alone.
Buffy tries to smile, be the brave little soldier. Can't.
I'll be back.
Buffy nods - unconvinced.
When? Six months? A year?
Who knows how long it will
take. Or if we'll even-
If we'll even - what?
Just, if you haven't noticed, someone
pretty much always wants us dead.
Don't say that. We'll be fine.
But we don't know.
We can't know, Buffy. Nobody can.
That's just the deal.
A pained beat. Then-
I... have something for you. For your
birthday. I was going to give it to
you earlier, but...
He pulls a small box from his coat. Hands it to her.
CLOSE ON THE BOX
As Buffy opens it. Inside is a SILVER RING WITH TWO HANDS HOLDING A HEART ENGRAVED ON IT.
My people... Before I was changed,
they exchanged this as a sign of devotion.
It's a Claddagh ring. The hands represent
friendship, the crown represents loyalty.
The heart, well, you know... Wear it with
the heart pointing toward you, it means you
belong to somebody.
Buffy just looks at him. He lifts his own hand. He is wearing a ring like the one he gave her. Heart turned in.
Buffy's trying hard not to lose it.
Put it on.
She does. Heart pointing in. Looks at it. Then at him.
I don't want to do this.
So - don't go.
They both know he has to. He takes her into his arms and they kiss. The potentially last kiss kind of kiss. Then-
He never gets to finish because DALTON AND TWO OTHER VAMPIRES suddenly leap on them from a CARGO NET THAT HANGS ABOVE THEIR HEADS.
Vamp #1 takes on ANGEL, while #2 knocks BUFFY to the ground. Dalton makes a bee-line for the BOX.
Angel! The box!
Angel beats vamp #1 off him - at least for the moment - and TACKLES DALTON. The box falls from Dalton's hands.
While Dalton and Angel struggle, Buffy is engaged with Vamp #2. They fight fiercely, but Vamp #2 manages to knock Buffy into a THICK WOOD PYLON. Buffy hits her head hard, is momentarily stunned. Vamp #2 then SIDEKICKS her legs out from under her, sending her sprawling OFF THE EDGE OF THE DOCK and INTO THE WATER.
Angel hears the SPLASH just as VAMP #1 grabs the IRON BOX. Angel turns to look for Buffy
She's gone. In the soup. Angel sees Vamp #1
making off with the box - but he has no choice. He drops Dalton and DIVES
OFF THE DOCK TO BUFFY'S RESCUE. Dalton runs off.
Angel fishes a dazed Buffy out of the water
(we see this from the back at a good distance, if you know what I
Giles, Willow and Xander are gathered - waiting for Buffy and Calendar to return. There are a number of books open on the table. Giles checks his watch.
They should be back by now...
Maybe Buffy needed a few minutes
to pull herself together.
Poor Buffy. On her birthday and everything.
It's sad. Granted. But let's look at
the up-side for a moment. I mean,
what kind of future could she have
really had with him? Working two
jobs. Denny's waitress by day, Slayer
by night. Angel's always in front of
the tube, with a big ole' blood belly...
And he's dreaming of the glory days
when Buffy still thought the whole
creature of the night routine was a big turn-on...
You've thought way too much about this-
That's just the beginning. You want to
hear the part where I fly into town in my
private jet and take Buffy out for prime rib?
Xander does not see Buffy - who enters in a new outfit.
And she cries?
Dru's guys ambushed us. They got the box.
She took Angel to his apartment
to get clothes. I had some here.
And we were needing clothes because.
We got wet. Giles, what do we know?
The more I study the Judge, the less
I like him. His touch can literally
burn the humanity out of you. A
true creature of evil can survive
the process. No human ever has.
So what's the problem? We send
Cordy to fight this guy and we
go for pizza.
Can he be stopped? Without an army?
"No weapon forged can kill him."
Not very encouraging. But if we
can keep them from assembling him...
We need to find his weak spots. And
we need to figure out where they'd be
This could take time.
We better do a round robin.
Xander, you go first.
Xander moves to the phone.
Everybody calls everybody's mom
and tells them they're at everybody else's house.
Thus freeing us up for world savage.
And all-night keggers.
What, only Xander gets to make dumb jokes?
on the phone.
Hey, mom. Listen, Willow and I are studying,
I'm gonna stay over here... uh huh...
INT. LIBRARY - NIGHT - LATER
The clock reads 2:00 am. Willow and Xander are at the table, looking through books and research material. Calendar is absorbed in work at the computer.
I think I read this already...
I can't get over how cool Oz was about all this.
Gee, I'm over it.
You're just jealous cuz you didn't
have a date for the party.
No, I sure didn't...
Giles moves with Angel from the stacks to his office - stops.
WHAT HE SEES
BUFFY, asleep at his desk.
Who looks at her kindly, backs away.
It seems Buffy needed some rest.
Yeah. She hasn't been sleeping well.
You know, tossing and turning.
She told me. Because of her dreams.
INT. GILES' OFFICE - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT
WE MOVE IN CLOSE ON BUFFY,
INT. FACTORY - NIGHT - BUFFY'S DREAM
Buffy, dressed for a party in a SLEEK BLACK DRESS, moves through THE FACTORY, which especially dark and spooky. Black and tattered party decorations hang down from the ceiling. Buffy has to push them aside as she moves forward.
Ahead of her, a female figure darts among the streamers. Buffy follows her-
Hello? Who is that?
The figure turns. It's MS. CALENDAR, who promptly ducks back into the shadows. Buffy reacts, confused.
Now Buffy TURNS, sees ALL THE CAST IRON BOXES in a circle. She moves to them - reaches for one - but is stopped by DRUSILLA'S VOICE.
Now, now. Hands off my presents.
Buffy looks up. Drusilla, wearing the SAME DRESS that Buffy has on, stands with ANGEL IN HER GRIP, holding a GLEAMING KNIFE TO HIS THROAT. She starts to draw it across his neck.
CLOSE ON BUFFY
Now Buffy looks around, terrified. Angel and Drusilla have suddenly vanished.
INT. GILES' OFFICE - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT
Buffy's EYES snap open. Angel is standing over her, gently shaking her shoulder.
Buffy, not quite out of the dream world, moves into his arms, shaking and terrified.
I'm here. I'm right here.
CLOSE ON BUFFY
Wide-eyed and full of fear.
INT. FACTORY - NIGHT
Another pair of FEMALE EYES. Wide-eyed in a different way -with excitement.
WIDEN TO REVEAL
Drusilla, in the DRESS FROM BUFFY'S DREAM.
She claps her hands with delight as we continue to widen, until we see HER PARTY IN FULL SWING. There are a number of VAMPS dressed to the nines - drinking, reveling. Spike rolls up to Drusilla - he has a SMALL, HEAD-SHAPED CAST IRON BOX in his hands.
Look what I have for you, ducks.
Ah! The best is saved for last.
Drusilla takes the box from Spike.
WE FOLLOW DRUSILLA
As she moves around a corner. We see for the first time that the rest of the IRON BOXES have all been assembled. They fit together perfectly - creating the form of a LARGE MAN.
Drusilla moves to a foot stool, PLACES THE LAST BOX. As soon as the box is attached - A SURGE OF ENERGY SURROUNDS THE BOXES. It continues for a moment, then abates. Now the boxes ALL OPEN AT ONCE, revealing THE JUDGE.
He's enormous, dressed in black armor. His skin is sickly pale BLUE. There is something primordial about him - not quite fully formed. His eyes open - revealing SOLID BLACK. No iris. No light. He is horrible. Terrifying.
Drusilla - thrilled. She grabs Spike's hand.
He's perfect, my darling...
Just what I wanted.
INT. FACTORY - NIGHT
CLOSE ON THE JUDGE
As he takes his first, LUMBERING steps out of the BOX. His aura is that of deadly indifference. He is a killing thing, not good or evil.
ON DRUSILLA AND SPIKE
Drusilla starts to move forward, but SPIKE holds her back.
I'd let our guest make the first move, precious.
Drusilla pauses. The JUDGE TURNS TO THEM.
A beat. He takes another step. STARTS TO LIFT HIS HAND TO THEM. Spike immediately rolls forward - getting in his face. Well, sort of...
Ho! Ho! What's that, mate?
You two stink of humanity.
You share affection. Jealousy...
Yeah, what of it? Do I have to remind
you that we're the ones that brought you here?
I have no alliances.
Right then. You want to go back in the little boxes?
A long beat as the Judge considers this. Then-
You may live. You will help me serve my purpose.
Works for me.
Drusilla moves to the Judge, points to the assembled PARTY GUESTS, who have gathered to watch.
Would you like a party favor?
The judge nods. Scans the crowd. His eyes land on DALTON.
CLOSE ON DALTON
Getting the drift. Uh oh.
Points to Dalton.
This one - is full of feeling.
The Judge nods to a VAMP MINION.
Bring him to me.
What's with the bringing, mate? I thought
you could just... zap people.
My full strength will return, in time.
Until then - I need contact.
Dalton is brought before him, pleading. But THE JUDGE raises his hand to his chest.
Dalton begins to SHAKE AND SMOULDER. Then the JUDGE'S HAND GOES TO HIS CHEST. Dalton's flesh BLACKENS and CRUMBLES. Finally, FLAMES shoot from his eye sockets and he falls into a burned-out heap.
A stunned beat as all gathered take in this hideous sight. Then Drusilla STARTS TO CLAP and jump like a small child.
Do it again! Do it again!
INT. LIBRARY - NIGHT
Buffy comes out of the office, Angel on her heels. She starts gathering her weapons, etc. Giles, Calendar, Willow and Xander react to her urgency.
Buffy? Are you alright?
She had another dream.
I think I know where Drusilla and Spike are-
Very good. However, you need a plan.
I know you're concerned, Buffy, but
you can't just go off half-cocked.
We have a plan. Angel and I go to the
factory to do recon. See how far they've
gotten assembling the Judge. You guys
fan out and check places the boxes may
be coming into town. Ship yards, the airport...
We have to stop them from getting all
the boxes in one place-
Yes, well... That's quite a good plan, actually.
This thing is nasty and it's real, Giles.
We don't have time to wait
for it to come get us.
She heads out the door. Angel follows her. A beat while everyone reacts to General Buffy.
INT. FACTORY - NIGHT
Buffy and Angel steal in through a dark doorway to the balcony. They keep out of sight, talk quietly.
Angel. Maybe I should go in alone.
I mean, if my dreams are so true-
I'm not letting you go by yourself.
Buffy knows she can't fight him on this.
Okay - what do we do if the Judge
is already put together?
I'll deal with it. You keep your distance.
Buffy looks at him. Blinks.
We're going to have to get over this
virtuous thing or we're dead meat.
If he's assembled, we retreat. Together.
Get the others and make a battle plan.
They creep along the UPPER DECK AREA of the factory. Peer over the edge.
WHAT THEY SEE
ON BUFFY AND ANGEL
I saw this. The party...
Angel nods - then grows alarmed, seeing
something downstairs. Buffy follows his gaze to
Who strides across the room with Spike and Drusilla. He seems to SENSE something. Stops.
What? What is it?
The Judge doesn't reply. Just starts scanning the room. Then looks UP.
ON ANGEL AND BUFFY
Angel grabs Buffy - speaks in an urgent, hushed tone.
We have to get out of here-
They move quickly toward the WINDOW THEY CAME IN, but find TWO VAMP MINIONS have come up the back way. Another TWO BLOCK the only other escape route.
OFF BUFFY AND ANGEL, caught.
INT. FACTORY - MOMENTS LATER - NIGHT
Buffy and Angel are BROUGHT BEFORE THE JUDGE by the minions. Spike and Dru are digging it, big time.
Well, well. Look what we have here - crashers.
I'm sure our invitations just got lost in the mail-
Drusilla moves to Buffy - examining her closely. Runs a finger along her cheek. Buffy holds her ground, defiant.
It's delicious. I only dreamed you'd come.
Angel tries to shake off the minions restraining him.
Leave her alone-
Yeah, that'll work. Now say pretty please -
Now the JUDGE STEPS FORWARD. Sets his sights on BUFFY.
Chilling, isn't it? She's so full of good intention.
The Judge starts to MOVE TOWARD HER. But ANGEL BREAKS FREE from his captives - moves in front of her.
Take me. Take me instead of her.
The JUDGE is almost on top of him. Angel starts to shake -just like Dalton did.
You're not clear on the concept, pal.
There is no "instead". Just first and second
And if you go first - you don't get
to watch the Slayer die.
She motions to the minions, who move in on ANGEL again, drag him away from the Judge.
Now THE JUDGE MOVES TO BUFFY, who struggles against the vamps holding her. She manages to KICK the Judge.
No, Buffy - don't touch him!
Sure enough - Buffy starts to TREMBLE UNCONTROLLABLY.
CLOSE ON ANGEL
Who sees THE CLUSTER OF TELEVISIONS HANGING
OVER THE JUDGE and the CHAIN THAT HOLDS IT UP.
Getting weaker. She's moments away from the burn.
Who SUMMONS ALL HIS STRENGTH, knocks the vampires off him and dives for the chain that holds the televisions.
Before the vamps can get to him, he YANKS THE CHAIN FROM THE GROUND-
ON THE JUDGE
As he reacts to the GROANING LOAD ABOVE HIS HEAD. He manages to JUMP CLEAR as the thing FALLS, and CRASHES THROUGH THE FLOOR! The hole it opens reveals A SEWER TUNNEL that runs under the FACTORY FLOOR.
Buffy takes advantage of the confusion that follows this spectacle, breaks free from the vamps and runs to ANGEL.
She moves to HOLE in the floor and they LEAP IN. Drusilla sees them, calls to her minions.
INT. SEWER TUNNEL - NIGHT
Angel and Buffy run down a tunnel with a pair of minions not far behind. It's RAINING, so the tunnels are especially DAMP and hard to negotiate.
They turn a corner, duck into a dark alcove. The MINIONS RUN PAST - not seeing them in their hiding place.
EXT. STREET NEAR ANGEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
The rain continues as Buffy and Angel cautiously emerge from the sewers.
I think we lost them-
Angel looks at Buffy - shaky, exhausted, soaking wet again. Her shirt is ripped in the back and she has a bloody cut.
Come on. You need to get inside.
She nods. He leads her off.
EXT. SHIP YARD - NIGHT
Giles and Calendar return from A SHIPPING OFFICE, get in his car.
Well that was a big zero.
No box, no, vamps.
INT. GILES' CAR - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT
Perhaps you ought to go home and
get some sleep. I'll continue from here.
Like I could sleep, Giles.
Yes, I feel rather restless myself.
Buffy and Angel can handle
themselves, of course, but...
I know. I'm worried too.
Giles nods. Calendar takes his hand, tries
on a smile to cover her mounting guilt.
Buffy and Angel enter his apartment. He turns on a few lights.
You're shaking like a leaf.
Let me get you something.
He goes to his wardrobe. She moves about a little aimlessly, the way a person does on somebody else's turf. He comes back with a SHIRT and some SWEATS, leads her to the bed.
Put these on and get under the covers.
Just to warm up.
She nods, waits. He gets it - turns his back to her.
Buffy starts to take off her shirt - winces with pain.
I - I got cut or something on my back.
Can ... Let me see.
He turns back. Buffy's holding her unbuttoned shirt around her. Angel moves to the bed. Sits on the edge, gently moves her shirt off her shoulder so he can see her injury. He touches her back - looks at the wound, which is small.
It's already closed. You're fine.
A beat. She's still turned away from him. They are both obviously affected by being this close. This vulnerable. She leans back into him. His arms go around her. He breathes her in...
You almost went away today-
We both did.
He holds her tighter. For an intoxicating beat.
Angel. I feel, like - If I lost you...
But you're right. We can't be sure.
She turns. They are face to face.
You - what?
A long moment. Angel finally says exactly what's been on his mind for some time.
I love you.
I try not to, but I can't stop-
Me too. I can't either.
They kiss. A kiss that is the beginning of something much bigger and they both know it. Angel stops - pulls away.
Buffy. Maybe we shouldn't-
Don't. Just... kiss me
And he does. They do. Tenderly - full of emotion. They lie gently back on the bed and OUT OF FRAME.
INT. ANGEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
A CRASH OF LIGHTENING wakes ANGEL. Buffy is sleeping next to him, the covers pulled up around her naked shoulders.
Angel sits on the side of the bed - holds his head in his hands, clearly in terrible pain. He coughs, looks anxiously to Buffy, afraid of waking her.
EXT. STREET NEAR ANGEL' S APARTMENT - NIGHT
It's still raining as Angel, dressed now, moves into the street. He holds his coat close to him, staggers a few feet, then falls to his knees.
CLOSE ON ANGEL
He looks to the sky, racked with pain, desperate-