(December 2, 1997)
Written by: Joss Whedon
INT. FACTORY - NIGHT
SPIKE wheels into frame impatiently. Behind him, THE JUDGE sits calmly on the floor, his back to us. Spike turns to DRU, speaks low.
I'm not happy, pet. Angel and
the Slayer are still alive, they
know where we are, they know
about the Judge... we should
Nonsense. They'll not disturb
us here. My Angel is too smart
to face the Judge again.
What's Big Blue up to, anyway?
He just sits there.
Even across the room, the Judge can hear Spike perfectly. Without looking back he replies:
I am preparing.
(wheels around to him)
Yeah, it's interesting to me that
preparing looks a great bit like
sitting on your arse. When do
we destroy the world already?
My strength grows. And every life
I take will increase it further.
So let's take some! I'm bored!
I fought an army. They hacked
me to pieces. For six hundred
years my living head lay in a box
buried in the ground.
(turns to Spike)
I've learned to be patient.
Yeah, well, we're gonna need more
than patience if Angel and the Slayer are-
Dru cries out - a sharp pain hitting her. She trembles, stumbles back.
She cries out in orgasmic pain, dropping to the ground.
Dru! What is it? DRU!
She is breathing hard and fast, like an injured bird. Spike wheels up to her.
Darling, do you see something?
CLOSE UP: DRUSILLA
As the pain on her face washes away, replaced first by wonder, and then finally a smile.
INT. ANGEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
CLOSE ON: BUFFY
as she slowly wakes up. A moment to remember where she is and what has happened, then she turns to look at Angel.
She peers into the darkness of the room, pulling the blanket up as she sits. Finally calling out shyly:
There is no answer. She sits, a bit thrown. There is a flash of lightning and the following thunder takes us to:
EXT. ALLEY - NIGHT
Where the rain is still coming down. The camera finds ANGEL on his knees, in terrible pain. Lighting flashes again.
Buffy... Oh, no...
A terrible certainty crosses his face.
ANGLE: A WOMAN
of ill, if not actively professional, repute. She comes down the alley tentatively, a cigarette in her hand.
Hey. Are you okay?
He is bent down, facing away from her. He slowly rises.
You want me to call 911?
No... the pain...is gone.
She takes a big drag on her cigarette, looking curiously at his back.
He spins, vampire face on, and buries his fangs deep in her throat. Sucks hungrily for a few moments, the woman paralyzed and dying.
ANGLE: HER CIGARETTE
Falls in slow motion to the ground.
Angel lets her fall. Smiles and blows out the smoke she had inhaled.
I feel just fine.
INT. BUFFY'S HOUSE - MORNING
Buffy enters through the kitchen, tentatively. Her clothes are no longer wet but she is decidedly rumpled.
She listens for a moment for encroaching Mother. Coast is clear.
She moves through the dining room and starts up the stairs. She's halfway up when JOYCE enters from the living room. Before seeing Buffy she calls out -
Buffy instantly turns around and starts coming back down.
She stops at the base of the stairs, waiting to see if Joyce knows she was out.
Did you have fun last night?
Oh. Right. Always fun at Willow's.
She's a fun machine.
Not really. I ate a little.
I'm just gonna take a shower.
Well, hurry up and I'll run you to school
Buffy absently picks a bit of fluff off Joyce's shoulder. Joyce looks at her a moment.
Is something wrong?
No. What would be wrong?
I don't know. You just look...
She shrugs it off, heads into the kitchen. Buffy watches her go, then slowly heads upstairs.
INT. LIBRARY - MORNING
XANDER enters the library in a bit of a huff. Everyone else (WILLOW, CORDELIA, GILES and JENNY) are there. They turn to him, uniformly worried.
Well, the bus station was a total
washout and may I say what a
fine place to spend the night?
What a vibrant cross section
You saw no vampires transporting boxes?
No, but a 400 pound wino offered to wash my hair...
(seeing their expressions)
What's up? Where's Buffy?
She never checked in.
Neither did Angel.
And if the bus station was as
empty as the docks and the airport...
You think this Judge guy might
already be assembled?
Then Buffy could... We gotta find
them! We gotta go to that place,
that factory. That's where they're
holed up, right? Let's go!
And do what? Besides be afraid and die.
Nobody's asking you to go, Cordy.
If the vampires need grooming tips,
we'll give you a call.
Cordelia glares at him, stung.
Cordelia has a point. If Buffy and
Angel were... harmed, we don't
stand to fare much better.
Yeah, well those of us who were
born with feelings are gonna
do something about this.
Willow jumps up and joins Xander.
No, Xander's right. My God!
You people are all... Well...
I'm upset and I can't think of
a mean word right now but that's
what you are and we're going to the factory!
They start out - and run into Buffy herself.
We were just going to rescue you.
Well, some of us were...
I would have...
He didn't check in with you guys?
Is the Judge...?
No assembly required. He's active.
He nearly killed us. Angel got us out.
Why didn't you call? We thought...
Well, uh, we had to hide... stuck in
the sewer tunnels... and with the
hiding... we split up and nobody's
heard from him?
He didn't say where he was going?
No, we just... we just split up.
I'm sure he'll come by.
You're right. I'm sure.
Buffy, the Judge. We have to stop him.
What can you tell us?
Not much. I just touched him -
kicked him - and it was like a
sudden fever. If he'd gotten his hands on me -
In time he won't have to. The stronger
he gets... he'll be able to burn us all with a look.
Also not the prettiest man in town.
I'll just have to keep researching,
look for a weakness. You all should
get to your classes.
The kids start out.
I better go too. I'll go on the net and
search for anything on the Judge.
We'll stop in after classes, help you research.
Yeah, you might find something useful -
if it's in an I-Can-Read book.
She strides out. He follows, all a-huff. Willow and Buffy bring up the rear, coming out into:
INT. SCHOOL HALL - CONTINUOUS - DAY
Buffy's pensive. Willow looks at her, asks:
You don't think Angel would have
gone after the Judge himself, do you?
No... he'd know better than that.
Maybe he needed to... I don't know.
I just wish he'd contact me. I need to talk to him.
Watches the girls walk off, concerned herself.
INT. CLASSROOM - AFTERNOON
ANGLE: A CLOCK
Reads 1:43 pm.
Buffy sits as a TEACHER drones on about history. Buffy looks out the window, looks at her hands, at the clock. Her mind clearly not on her studies.
So, can somebody tell me some
of the differences between the
Bolsheviks and the Mensheviks?
What really separated them? Anyone?
The teacher looks to Buffy, who stares back for a moment.
Buffy rises and walks out of the class.
Miss Summers, I'm sorry, did you have
somewhere important to be?
Buffy doesn't hear. She's gone.
ANGEL: WILLOW AND XANDER
Watch her go, puzzled.
INT. HALL OUTSIDE ANGEL'S APARTMENT - AFTERNOON
Buffy comes down the steps and knocks on Angel's door. Nothing. She opens it and enters.
INT. ANGEL'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS - DAY
She walks tentatively in, looking about her.
INT. FACTORY - AFTERNOON
Spike is addressing a couple of his henchmen.
Soon as it gets dark, I want you
patrolling the street. Plus two
Men on the door and down in
the tunnels at all times, is that
clear? I don't want any more surprises.
They nod, because they are extras. Then they leave and Spike wheels to Dru, who lies face up on the table.
Are we feeling better, then?
I'm naming all the stars.
Can't see the stars, love. That's
the ceiling. Also, it's day.
She giggles, never taking her eyes off the ceiling.
I can see them. But I've named
them all the same name, and
there's terrible confusion. I fear
there may be a duel.
Recovered, then, have we? Did you
see any further? Do you know
what happens to Angel?
Well, he moves to New York and
tries to fulfill that Broadway dream.
It's tough sledding, but one day he's
working in the chorus when the big
star twists her ankle!
He steps forward from the shadows as he speaks, smiling coldly.
Still having trouble guarding your
perimeter, brother. Your boys downstairs
are going to wake up sore.
You don't give up, do you?
(noble tough guy)
As long as there is injustice in this world...
As long as scum like you is walking - or,
well, rolling - the streets, I'll be around.
Look over your shoulder. I'll be there.
Yeah, uh, Angel... Look over your shoulder.
Angel does, to see the Judge standing right behind him. Angel's eyes widen in fear. The Judge reaches out and puts his hand to Angel's chest. Angel begins to shake.
Drusilla watches wide-eyed, as Spike just grins contentedly.
Hurts, doesn't it?
Well, you know, it kind of itches a little.
The Judge looks at him in consternation.
Don't just stand there, burn him!
The Judge looks at his hand.
Gee, maybe he's broken.
What the hell is going on?
I cannot burn this one. He is clean.
Clean? You mean he's -
There is no humanity in him.
Couldn't have said it better myself.
Yeah, baby. I'm back.
INT. FACTORY - MOMENTS LATER - DAY
This news is still sinking in. Spike and Dru stare at Angel, circling him.
It's really true?
It's really true.
You've come home.
No more of this "I've got a soul" crap?
What can I say? I was going through a phase
This is great! This is so great.
Everything in my head is singing.
We're family again. We'll feed,
and we'll play...
I gotta tell you, it made me sick
to my stomach seeing you being
the Slayer's lapdog -
Angel grabs his throat suddenly, brings his face close to Spike's. And then kisses his forehead. Lets him go.
How did this happen?
You wouldn't believe me if I told you.
Who cares! What matters is he's back.
Now it's four against one, which are
the kind of odds I like to play.
We're going to destroy the world.
Do you want to come?
Yeah, destroying the world... great.
I'm really more interested in the Slayer.
Well, she's in the world, so it should work out.
Give me tonight.
What do you mean?
Lay low for a night. Let me work on her.
I guarantee by the time you go public,
she won't be anything resembling a threat.
You've really got a yen to hurt this girl, haven't you?
She made me feel like a human being.
That's not the kind of thing you just forgive.
What do you say, Dru? Do we let him play?
Yes... there's going to be a river of blood.
Be just like old times.
He runs his hand along Dru's arm.
Spike's smile slightly drains.
INT. LIBRARY - EVENING
Cordelia walks through the library, a book in hand. As she exits frame we see that Giles is in his office, reading. Willow is at the counter, on the phone. Xander, next to her, is both reading and listening.
Okay... No, no he didn't... but I'm sure
he'll... Buffy, he probably has some plan
and he's trying to protect you... well, I
don't know what, I'm not in on the plan,
it's his plan... No. NO. Don't even say that.
Angel is not dead.
Say hi for me.
Willow shoots him a look.
Okay... Yeah, we'll be here. Of course. Bye.
She hangs up. Looks at Xander.
Say hi for me?
What's the word?
She checked every place she
could think of. She even beat
up Willy the snitch a couple
of times. Angel's vanished.
He does do that on occasion, no?
Yeah, but she's extra wigged this
time - I guess 'cause of her dreams.
God, what if something did happen to him?
Is she going to join us here?
Yeah, she's just stopping at home first.
Willow goes back to her own book. Xander closes his -
-- and heads for the stacks.
ANGLE: BEHIND THE SHELVES
is Cordelia, who is also going through an old text. Xander rifles through some shelves, then making sure the others below can't see or hear him, he approaches Cordy.
This book mentions the Judge, but...
nothing useful... big scary, no weapon
forged can stop him... took an army to
take him down blah blah blah.
We need some insight. A weak spot.
Well, we're not gonna find it here.
She tosses the book on an already prodigious pile. As she starts looking for a new one, Xander manages:
I'm sorry I snapped at you before.
Oh yeah, I'm reeling from that new experience.
I was crazed. I wasn't thinking.
You were too busy rushing off
to die for your beloved Buffy.
You'd never die for me.
(with playful intimacy)
I might die from you, does that get me any points?
Come one, let's kiss and make up.
I don't wanna make up.
He starts to move away - she puts a hand on his shirt.
But I'm okay with the other part.
They haben der big smootchen. Xander moves his mouth near her ear and whispers:
Isn't it better when we're friends?
He moves back to look at her - and Willow is revealed between them, standing some 10 feet away. Eyes and mouth wide open, pain on her face like a blush.
They see her, Xander stepping back in guilty shock.
Willow! We were just-
But she's out of there.
As Willow blows past, he says:
Oh, Willow, did you find the index to-
And she's out the door. Xander passes:
Any luck with-
And he's out the door as well.
Well. Yes. Interesting children.
He turns back to his volumes, not even trying to guess.
INT. SCHOOL HALL - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT
Willow is almost out of it as Xander stops her with:
Willow, come on!
I knew it! I knew it! Well, not "knew it"
in the sense of having the slightest idea,
but I knew there was something I didn't
know. You two were fighting way too
much. It's not natural.
I know, it's weird...
Weird? It's against all the laws of
God and man! That's Cordelia!
Remember? The "we hate Cordelia
Club," of which you are the treasurer?
I was gonna tell you...
Gee, what stopped you? Could it be shame?
All right! Let's overreact, shall we?
We were kissing. It doesn't mean that much.
No. It just means you'd rather be with
someone you hate... then be with me.
She goes. Xander moves to stop her, thinks better of it.
EXT. IN FRONT OF BUFFY'S HOUSE - NIGHT
Buffy walks along the street. She reaches her house, then turns and leaves.
INT. ANGEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Buffy enters, goes to the bed. Angel steps up behind her.
She goes up to him, embraces him.
Oh, God, I was so worried...
Didn't mean to frighten you...
Where did you go?
I was freaking out. You just disappeared...
He breaks away, gets his shirt off the bed.
What, I took off.
Well, you didn't even say
anything. You just left.
Yeah, like I really wanted to
stick around after that.
After... What do you...
You got a lot to learn about men, kiddo.
Although I guess you proved that last night.
What are you saying?
Let's not make an issue out of it.
In fact let's not talk about it at all.
I don't' understand. Was I...
was it... not good?
She can barely get this question out - so it's like a kidney- punch that he starts to laugh.
No, you were great! Really.
I thought you were a pro.
God, Angel, how can you say
those things to me?
Lighten up. It was a good time.
Doesn't mean we have to make a big deal.
It is a big deal!
It's what? Fireworks. Bells ringing.
A dulcet choir of pretty little birdies.
Come on, Buffy, it's not like I've never
been there before.
He puts a friendly hand on her shoulder. She jerks away.
Get away from me.
I should have known you wouldn't
be able to handle it.
He starts to leave. She turns, a world of hurt in her eyes.
(a last plea)
Angel... I love you.
The son of a bitch actually winks at her.
Love ya too.
(turns to go)
I'll call ya.
He walks out the door.
Buffy is unable to move.
INT. GYPSY'S ROOM - NIGHT
It's shabby, but comfortingly homey little room. An armchair and small coffee table sit by the bed. The GYPSY MAN is in the armchair. Jenny sits facing him.
Do you know what it is,
this thing vengeance?
Uncle, I have served you.
I've been faithful and I need to know -
To the modern man, vengeance is
an idea, a word. Payback, one thing
for another, like commerce. Not for
us. Vengeance is a living thing.
It moves through the generations.
It commands. It kills.
Something has happened.
Something has changed.
Everything has changed.
You told me to watch Angel.
You told me to keep him from
the Slayer. I tried. But there are
other factors, there are terrible
things happening here that we
We control nothing. We are not wizards,
Janna. We merely play our part.
Angel could be of help to us - he may
be the only chance we've got to stop the Judge.
It is too late for that.
The curse... Angel was meant to suffer.
Not to live as a human. One moment of
true happiness, of contentment... one
moment where his soul that we restored
does not plague his thoughts - and that
soul is taken from him.
Then if he somehow has... if it's happened,
then Angelus is back.
I hoped to stop it. But I see now that
it was arranged to be so.
Buffy loves him.
And now she will have to kill him.
She rises, in a fury.
Unless he kills her first! Uncle,
this is insanity. People are going to die.
Yes. This is not justice that
we serve. It is vengeance.
You're a fool. We're all fools.
INT. SCHOOL LOUNGE - NIGHT
Xander is coming out of the bathroom (which is right off the lounge, in case you didn't know) and sees Willow heading toward the library.
Where did you go?
Home. Or, partway home.
Then I came back. Now I'm here.
I'm glad you came back. We
can't do this without you.
Let's get this straight. I don't
understand it. I don't want to
understand it. You have gross
emotional problems and things
are not okay between us. But
what's happening right now is
more important than that.
Willow, I just -
What about the Judge?
Where do we stand?
On a pile of really boring books
that all say exactly the same thing.
Let me guess. "No weapon forged..."
"It took an army..."
Yeah, where's an army when you need one?
Xander stops. Thinks.
Wow. Wow. I think I'm having a thought.
I am. I'm having a thought. And now I'm
having a plan.
The lights all go out.
And now I'm having a wiggins.
What's going on?
Let's get back to the library.
ANGLE: FROM THE END OF THE HALL
As they turn to go, someone steps into frame behind them. Angel.
They turn - but in the dark, they can't see his face.
Thank god you're okay!
Have you seen Buffy?
Yeah. What's up with the lights?
I don't know. Listen, I think
I might have an idea -
That doesn't matter now.
I've got something to show you.
Come here. And Xander, get the others.
He takes off down the hall a little perplexed. Willow starts toward Angel. She's a bit hesitant - probably doesn't even know why.
What is it, Angel?
INT. HALL - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT
Xander is heading down, stops, turns, uncertain.
INT. SCHOOL LOUNGE - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT
Willow comes closer to Angel - and now someone ELSE steps into frame behind her.
Willow, get away from him.
Willow turns, confused.
Walk to me.
She holds up a cross.
Ms. Calendar, what are you doing?
As she says this, Angel comes out of the shadows toward her. VAMP FACE on. Grin on as well.
Xander bursts through the double doors, stops when he sees Angel GRAB Willow.
Don't you do that...
Oh, I think I do that.
He's not Angel anymore. Are you?
Wrong. I am Angel. Angelus. At last.
Oh my God...
I've got a message for Buffy.
Then give it to me yourself.
She comes out of the darkness, down the hall he came down. He spins to see her. She is trying to be strong, but she is shaking.
Well, it's not really the kind
of message you tell. It sort of
involves finding the bodies of
all your friends.
This can't be you...
We already covered that subject.
As they talk, Xander, who is now behind Angel, takes the cross from Jenny and starts moving slowly toward Angel.
Angel... there must be some part
of you inside that remembers who you are.
Dream on, schoolgirl. Your boyfriend is dead.
You're all gonna join him.
Just leave Willow alone. Deal with me.
But she's so cute and helpless.
It's really a turn on -
Xander reaches around and shoves the cross in Angel's face. Angel roars, lets go of Willow. He knocks Xander to the ground - Buffy comes forward - Angel leaps at Buffy, grabs her. She is too wigged to do much more than stare at him.
Things are about to get very interesting.
He kisses her, hard - she tries to move her head away - then he tosses her to the ground like a rag doll and takes off, the double door swinging shut behind him.
Buffy is still semi-prone on the ground as the others come up to her.
Buffy, are you okay?
She just stares at the doors he exited by. She can't even speak.
INT. LIBRARY - EVENING
It's maybe ten minutes later. Everyone is gathered in the library, in various stages of freakingdom. We do not see Buffy yet.
And we're absolutely certain that
Angel has reverted to his former self?
We're certain. Anybody not
feeling certain here?
Giles, it was just - you wouldn't
have believed him. He was so...
He came here to kill us!
What are we gonna do?
I'm leaning toward blind panic, myself.
Rupert, don't talk like that. The kids.
I'm sorry. It's just, things are bad
enough with the Judge here. Angel
crossing to the other side... I just
wasn't prepared to deal with that.
None of us was.
And the camera finds Buffy, sitting off to the side by herself. Willow approaches her.
Are you okay?
Buffy shakes her head.
Is there anything I can do?
I should have known. I saw him...
at home and he was... different.
The things he said...
But you didn't know he had turned bad.
How did you?
You knew. You told me to get away from him.
Well, I saw his face.
Before Willow has time to consider that answer, Giles interrupts:
If we only knew how it happened...
What do you mean?
Well, something set it off. Some event
must have triggered his transformation.
This hits Buffy hard.
If anyone would know, Buffy, it should be you.
I don't... I ...
Did anything happen last night that might -
Giles, please. I can't... not now.
She starts out, distraught. Willow has her eyes locked on Buffy, realization sinking in.
Buffy, I'm sorry but we can't
afford to... Buffy!
Giles, shut up.
She says it levelly, eyes still on the departing figure of Buffy.
INT. SCHOOL HALL - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT
Buffy comes out and takes off at a good clip. Completely unable to deal.
INT. LIBRARY - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT
The others all react to Buffy's departure.
This is great. There's an unkillable
demon in town, Angel's joined his
team and the Slayer is a basket case.
I'd say we've hit bottom.
I have a plan.
Oh, no, here's a lower place.
I don't know what's up with Angel
but I may have a way to deal
with this Judge guy.
What do we do?
I'm gonna need... I think I'm gonna
need Cordelia on this one.
Boy, is that not lost on Willow.
And we'll need wheels.
Well, my car -
It might need to be bigger.
(steely-eyes, to Xander)
No problem. I'll get Oz. He has a van.
Nor is that lost on Xander. But he's grown-up enough to ignore it.
Care to let me in on the plan
that I'm a part of?
'Cause if I tell you what it is,
you won't do it. Just meet me
at Willow's in half an hour. And
wear something trashy - er.
I'm not sure we what we should
do about Buffy.
Assuming they don't attack tonight,
I think we should let her be.
I can't imagine what she's going
through right now.
I don't think any of us can.
INT. FACTORY - NIGHT
Angel is having a very different conversation with Spike and Dru.
You should have seen her face.
It was priceless. I'll never forget it.
So, you didn't kill her then?
Of course not.
I know you haven't been in the game
for a while, mate, but we do still kill
people. It's sort of our raison d'etre, you know.
You don't want to kill her, do you?
You want to hurt her. Just like you hurt me.
She smiles with such affection when she says it...
Nobody knows me like you do, Dru.
She'd better not get in our way.
Don't worry about it.
Spike, my boy, you really don't get it.
You tried to kill her and you couldn't.
Look at you. You're a wreck. She's
stronger than any Slayer you've faced.
Force won't get it done. You gotta work
from the inside. To kill this girl... you
have to love her.
INT. BUFFY'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
She enters quietly, shuts the door behind her. She stares blankly, trying to hold herself together. Goes to the dresser.
ANGLE: THE MIRROR
Hanging over it is the cross Angel gave her last year. She looks at it, then at herself in the mirror. Beginning to tremble, she looks at her hand.
ANGLE: THE CLADDAGH RING
Still on her finger. She pulls it off abruptly, letting it drop to the floor as the last vestige of her resolve crumbles.
Moves blindly to the bed, sitting. Lying, curled up, unable to stop the tears.
FADE TO BLACK.
INT. ANGEL'S APARTMENT - NIGHT (DREAM SEQUENCE)
As we see EXTREME CLOSE UPS of Buffy and Angel together - her hand on his back, his face in her neck, her eyes opening.
I love you...
ANGLE: VAMPIRE ANGEL
ROARS at us in close up, then disappears.
EXT. GRAVEYARD - DAY
Buffy stands at Angel's grave. Behind her and to the right stands a woman in black with a veil. Buffy looks behind her as the woman lifts the veil - to reveal Jenny, who looks straight ahead, ignoring her.
Buffy turns back and Angel is standing, in broad daylight, by his grave. He says serenely:
You have to know what to see.
Buffy looks behind her again, but Jenny is gone.
INT. BUFFY'S BEDROOM - MORNING
She awakens, still in her clothes. Steely purpose in her eyes.
INT. SCHOOL HALL - DAY
Buffy strides through the mass of students, paying no attention to anything around her.
INT. COMPUTER CLASS - CONTINUOUS - DAY
Jenny is standing before her desk talking in low tones to Giles. A few students sit at computers, working silently.
Buffy strides in, the grown-ups looking up as Buffy crosses the room to them.
She never breaks stride. It's one swift motion from walking to taking Jenny by the neck and slamming her down onto the desk.
Pencils and disks fly everywhere. Kids look up, stand, shocked as Giles -
-- tries to grab at her, Buffy shoving him away without even looking at him.
What do you know?
Jenny is wide eyed - Buffy is choking her, a murderer's calm in her eyes.
Giles stands again, coming forward -
Buffy, stop it!
Buffy lets Jenny up, who gasps for breath.
Should I get the principal -
I'll handle this. You're all dismissed.
The kids file out. Buffy never takes her eyes off Jenny.
Did you do it? Did you change him?
For God's sake, calm down!
Did you know what was gonna happen?
Buffy, you can't just go accusing
everyone around you of -
I didn't know exactly.
Giles stops, stares at Jenny. She cannot even look at the two of them as she continues.
I was told... I was sent here to watch
you. When they told me to keep you
and Angel apart, they never told me
what would happen.
I'm sorry, Rupert. Angel was supposed
to pay for what he did to my people.
And me? What was I supposed
to be paying for?
I didn't know what would happen
until after. I swear, I would have told you...
So it was me. I did it.
I think so. I mean, if you...
I don't understand.
The curse. If Angel achieved true
happiness, just a moment of...
he would lose his soul.
But how do you know that you
were responsible... Oh.
Buffy nods. There is a moment of uncomfortable silence.
If I could do anything -
Curse him again. Can't you do that?
Those majicks are long lost,
even to my people.
But you did it once, I mean it
may not be too late to save him...
It can't be done. I can't help you.
Then take me to someone who can.
INT. GYPSY'S ROOM - NIGHT
He sits in the armchair, his back to us, when he hears the footsteps. He turns his head only slightly.
I knew you would come.
I suppose you want answers.
The Gypsy Man stands, spins, terror in his eyes.
But thanks for the offer.
You! Evil one...
Evil one? Oh, man, now
I've got hurty feelings.
What do you want?
A whole lot. Got a lot of lost time
to make up for. Say, I guess that's
kind of your fault, isn't it?
The Gypsy holds up a cross, which Angel knocks out of his hand, grabbing his neck.
You gypsy types, you go and curse
people, you really don't care who
gets hurt. Of course, you did give
me an escape clause, so I gotta
thank you for that.
He pushes the old man back so he's sitting on the bed.
You are an abomination. The day you
stop suffering for your crimes, you are
no longer worthy of a human soul.
Well, that pesky critter's all gone.
So we can get down to business.
He kneels in front of the old man.
Don't worry, it won't hurt a bit...
after the first hour.
Off the Gypsy's look...
EXT. OUTSIDE AN ARMY BASE - NIGHT
Oz's Van pulls up by a wall (the back of the armory) with a high window in it. Oz is driving, Willow beside him.
The back door slides open and Xander and Cordy pile out. She is dressed less sophisticatedly than usual. He has a tight hawaiian shirt and dockers. Hair very neat, ala Reptile Boy. He moves to Oz's window.
Wait here. When you hear that window
open, get the ladder out, go up and we'll
pass you the package. Okay?
Xander and Cordy head around a corner.
EXT. BY THE ARMORY - MOMENTS LATER - NIGHT
They squeeze through the edge of a cyclone fence that runs to the armory, head down the length of the building.
Security here is a joke.
I really should report it.
Who are we supposed to be again?
You're supposed to be a girl.
Think you can handle it?
A couple of soldiers pass. Xander suavely nods to them. They nod back and pass without comment, because they are extras.
ANGLE: THE ARMORY DOOR
As Xander and Cordelia round the corner and head for it. They are almost there when:
He's the guard on duty. Not huge, but tough. Eyeballs Xander. Xander looks slightly busted. Tries not to stammer.
Identify yourself right the Hell now.
Private Harris, with the... 33rd.
33rd are on maneuvers.
Right. And I'm on leave. From them.
You always spend your leave
sneaking into the armory, buddy?
And who is she?
Hi. I'm not a soldier.
Xander pulls the soldier aside.
Look, I just want to give her the tour,
you know what I'm saying?
Well, you know the ladies... they love
to see the big guns. Gets 'em all hot and
bothered. Can you cut me some slack,
give me a blind eye?
Why should I?
Cordy watches them. It looks like Xander's going down in flames.
Well, if you do, I won't tell Colonel
Newsome that your shoes ain't regulation,
your oakleafs are on backwards and you
hold your gun like a sissy girl.
He takes the gun and positions it correctly in the soldier's hands. Smiles winningly. Begrudgingly, the soldier smiles back.
You got twenty minutes, nimrod.
I only need five.
He herds Cord in, pokes his head back out to say -
Uh, forget I said that last part.
He shuts the door as the soldier moves on.
INT. ARMORY - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT
All we see (or ever shall) is a very dark room full of crates that cut off our view of the rest of the room.
Okay, what was that?
And also, who are you?
I got turned into a soldier?
I still remember all of it! I know
procedure, ordinance, access codes,
everything. I know the whole layout
of this place and I'm pretty sure I
can put together an M16 in fifty
Well I'm sort of impressed.
But let's just find the thing and leave.
They start looking.
So looking at guns makes girls
want to have sex? That's scary.
Yeah, I guess...
Well, does looking at guns
make you wanna have sex?
I'm seventeen. Looking at linoleum
makes me wanna have sex.
INT. OZ'S VAN - NIGHT
As Oz and Willow wait for the others in not entirely comfortable silence...
I wish they'd hurry...
So, do you guys steal weapons from the army a lot?
Well, we don't' have cable,
so we have to make our own fun.
I get you.
Do you want to make out with me?
With me. Make out. Do you want to?
That time you said it backwards.
Forget it. I'm sorry.
Well do you?
Sometime when I'm sitting in class,
I'm not thinking about class, 'cause,
that could never happen, and I'll think
about kissing you and then everything
stops. It's like, freeze frame. Willow kissage.
She is drawn in by this - so a bit taken aback when instead of kissing her, he just looks out the window again. There is a moment of confused silence before he remembers himself and speaks again.
I'm not gonna kiss you.
What? But... freeze frame...
Well, to the casual observer, it looks
like you want to make your friend
Xander jealous. Or even the score,
or something. That's on the empty
side. You see, in my fantasy, when
I'm kissing you... you're kissing me.
She can't reply - she's touched, but she knows he's right about Xander. Oz smiles at her, serene.
It's okay. I can wait.
We hear the window opening, as do they.
He gets out of the van. Willow watches him, real affection suffusing her gaze.
INT. GYPSY'S ROOM - NIGHT
Buffy, Giles and Jenny enter. They stop, Jenny putting her hand over her mouth.
We don't see much - maybe a hand - but we can hear flies buzzing about the remains.
Buffy looks down at the body - then her eyes drift over to the wall.
ANGLE: THE WALL
on it is written: WAS IT GOOD FOR YOU TOO?
It isn't written in ink.
Buffy, he's doing this deliberately.
He's trying to make it harder for you.
He's just making it easier.
I know what I have to do.
She looks at him, summoning her resolve.
INT. FACTORY - NIGHT
The Judge steps forward as two vampires put a coarse, monkish robe around his shoulders.
I am ready.
Drusilla breezes in, all excited. She places herself on Spike's lap.
Have a good time.
You'll be able to hear the screams.
Angel also joins them.
Too bad you can't come with.
We'll be thinking of you.
(glares at him)
I won't be in this chair forever.
What if your girlfriend shows up?
I'm gonna give her a kiss.
Drusilla plants a huge kiss on Spike, then takes Angel's hand and leads him out. As Angel passes the Judge he remarks:
Don't you look spiffy.
INT. GILES OFFICE - NIGHT
Xander and Oz set an oblong wooden crate down on the desk. Buffy comes up to it as Giles starts to open it with a crowbar. (Willow and Cordy may be visible in the background, loading weapons into a gymbag).
Happy Birthday, Buffy.
Hope you like the color.
Giles, we'll hit the factory first
but we may not find them. If
they're on the offensive we need
to figure out where they'll go.
He pries it open. Jenny comes into the office tentatively. Buffy still looks at the box.
This is good.
Do you... is there something I can do to -
Buffy never looks at her. Everyone is made plenty uncomfortable by the silence.
I just want to help.
She looks pleadingly at Giles. There's no joy, nor anger in his reply. Just a decision.
She said get out.
Slowly, Jenny does. A moment before Xander turns to Buffy.
Do you want me to show
you how to use it?
Yes I do.
INT. FACTORY - NIGHT
Buffy and Giles enter the empty space, the others waiting at the door.
I knew it.
And we haven't a bead on
where they would go?
I don't know.
hides in the shadows, chair behind the boiler.
There's not a lot of choices in
Sunnydale. It's not like people
are gonna line up to get massacred.
That strikes a chord with Oz.
Uh, guys? If I was gonna line up,
I know where I'd be.
INT. MULTIPLEX/MALL - NIGHT
We see people, not surprisingly, lined up, waiting inside for movies to open. They are in a huge, arched hallway. At one end is a domed room with a giant concession stand in the middle. At the other end is the mall, a large balcony overlooking the area and facing the concession stand.
We see various angles of the busy space - people shopping, waiting, buying tickets or popcorn. The we see:
ANGLE: THE DOORS ON THE BALCONY LEVEL
open, the Judge striding in. Dru and Angel flanking him, the other vamps (say, three) behind.
A businessman is on his way out, head down, oblivious. The Judge gestures at him - not touching - and the man shakes, burns (CGI), drops.
(to the vamps)
Lock the exits, boys.
The vamps spread out.
(to the Judge)
It's all yours.
INT. MALL HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT
As Buffy and the gang arrive from another entrance, full of purpose. Xander and Giles still carry the box by its rope handles.
Everybody keeps back. Damage control
only. Take out any lesser vamps if you
can. I'll handle the smurf.
INT. BALCONY SECTION OF MALL - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT
The Judge comes to the center of the balcony, looks down on the people who are too busy shopping to notice him.
There are two staircases leading down from the balcony, people on both.
The Judge spread his arms and connects with the nearest two on either stair. They start to burn, slowly, eyes wide, then we CUT WIDE as the energy from the Judge shoots from them to more people, and more, till he has created a huge web of energy, scores of people caught in it, starting to shake.
An arrow suddenly whips into the Judge's chest. He stumbles back, the power cut off.
ANGLE: HIS VICTIMS
We see some of them fall to the ground, hurt but alive.
The Judge pulls the arrow out of his chest, quietly seething.
ANGLE: THE CONCESSION STAND
As we ARM up it, up the center, to find Buffy standing on top of the popcorn machine (or highest point of the stand), holding her crossbow.
I think I got his attention...
The Judge sees her, takes a step forward, throwing down the arrow.
You are a fool. No weapon forged
can stop me.
Buffy drops the crossbow -
That was then.
-- and hoists the rocket launcher Xander has procured for her.
This is now.
And then everything happens very slowly.
Sees the rocket launcher, starts to dive out of the way -
Does the same -
flicks a switch and sights up -
looks at the thing in confusion and just a touch of worry.
What's that do?
And Buffy fires.
The rocket streaks across the hall, high above the heads of the bystanders - straight toward the Judge -
-- and IMPACTS with a shuddering blast.
Drusilla gets pelted with debris. She looks back at the Judge.
Or rather, the place he was. It's smoke, rubble, and small fires.
Drusilla, whimpering, bails, her henchvamps following.
ANGLE: THE GANG
Come out from behind the concession stand as Buffy climbs down, tossing the launcher to Xander.
My best present ever.
Knew you'd like it.
Do you think he's dead?
Buffy is looking around her, her guard still up.
You guys pick up the pieces.
Keep 'em separate.
As they move to comply -
Pieces? We're getting pieces?
Our job sucks!
Buffy is still looking about - and then she spots him, off to the right.
Slips around a corner, past panicking civilians.
Rising smoke sets them off.
INT. MALL HALLWAY/CUL DE SAC - NIGHT
Buffy makes her way quickly but cautiously along, water cascading down everywhere.
She turns a corner, looking around her. This cul de sac has a pastry and coffee counter, not much else. Everything being soaked by the sprinklers. Buffy stops, listening.
She spins - and a fist knocks her hard to the ground.
Angel steps up, grinning. (Human face still on)
You know what the worst part was?
Pretending I loved you. If I'd known
how easily you'd give it up, I wouldn't
She rises, her fury bottled in calm.
That doesn't work anymore.
You're not Angel.
You'd like to think that, wouldn't you?
Doesn't matter. The important thing is,
you made me the man I am today.
She comes at him - and they trade vicious blows, Angel getting the upper hand.
INT. MALL - CONINTUOUS - NIGHT
In the wet, Xander and Willow look for Judge parts. Behind them, Oz finds:
They go to look.
INT. MALL HALLWAY/CUL DE SAC - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT
Angel drives Buffy back, toward the glass counter.
She hesitates, out of breath and frightened. He beckons to her.
Not quitting on me already, are you?
Come on, Buffy. You know you want it.
Okay, well, that's just it. She hits him in the stomach like a pile driver - He doubles over in pain - and she grabs him, thrusts his head right through the glass of the pastry case - then pulls him roughly up so the back of his head smashes through the glass top of the case.
And then she wails on him. Punching his face, round-housing him, just pummeling the guy, everything she's gone through pouring out in a hail of blows.
She sends him slamming back into the wall. He staggers back toward her, face cut and bloody, as she pulls a stake out and pulls back, ready to plunge -
She hesitates. Pain running through her face. Hand trembling. And finally lets the stake drop to the floor. Angel's smile is aggravatingly charming.
You can't do it. You can't kill me.
She kicks him between the legs, just about as hard as a person can.
He drops to his knees, mouth open in an extreme of agony that cannot even scream. She turns.
Give me time.
She walks away, leaving him gasping in the artificial rain.
EXT. IN FRONT OF BUFFY'S HOUSE - NIGHT
Giles' car pulls up, Giles at the wheel, an extremely subdued Buffy beside him. For a moment, they both sit in silence.
It's not over. I suppose you know that.
Buffy nods, not looking at him.
He'll come after you particularly.
His profile - well, he'll strike out at
the things that made him the most human.
You must be so disappointed in me.
No, I'm not.
But... this is all my fault.
I don't believe it is.
Buffy looks at him. She is close to crying.
Do you want me to wag my finger
at you and tell you, you acted rashly?
You did, and I can. But I know you
loved him, and he has proven more
than once that he loved you. You
couldn't have known what would
happen. The coming months are
going to be very hard - I suspect
on all of us. But if you're looking
for guilt, Buffy, I'm not your man.
All you will have from me is my
support... and my respect.
She says nothing, spilling eloquent tears.
INT. BUFFY'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
ANGLE: A T.V. (old movie) (comforting musical)
We pan off it to find Joyce entering the living room, holding a plate with a couple of cupcake on it, and a mug of cocoa.
Buffy is on the couch. Joyce joins her, setting the food down on the coffee table.
Did I miss anything?
Some singing. And some running around.
Joyce sets a candle in one of the cupcakes.
Here we go... I'm sorry I didn't
have time to make you a real cake.
This is perfect.
But we're still going shopping tomorrow.
Buffy nods as Joyce gets matches.
So, did you have a fun birthday?
What'd you do?
I got older.
You still look the same to me.
She lights the candle, pushes the cupcake over to Buffy.
Happy birthday. I don't have to sing, do I?
Buffy shakes her head, looks at the candle.
Well, go on. Make a wish.
A moment before she replies.
I'll just let it burn.
Joyce puts her hand to Buffy's hair, touching it softly. Affection and vague concern on her face. Buffy puts her head in her mother's lap, brings her feet up onto the couch.
They sit, Joyce playing gently with her daughter's hair. Buffy letting her eyes drift shut. The candle flickering bravely in the dark.
FADE TO BLACK