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Go Fish February 26, 1998 (Blue) Written by: David Fury & Elin Hampton |
| Teaser |
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EXT. BEACH - NIGHT The scene looks almost primitive, hedonistic as students dance around a BONFIRE to MUSIC emanating from a boombox. MOVING THROUGH the throng, and past the pyre, we find XANDER, WILLOW and CORDELIA warming themselves.
All I'm saying is, it was a stupid idea to have a victory party on the beach. it's officially nippy. So say my nips.
I think it's festive. A party with nature.
Well, it's the team's choice. It was their victory.
(scoffs) Team. Swim team. Hardly what I call a team. The Yankees... Abbott and Costello... Those were teams.
Jealous?
No. Yes. But more no than yes. I mean, look at that... XANDER'S POV - DODD McALVY a lanky student with bad skin dances with two pretty coeds.
Dodd McAlvy. Last month he's the freak with jicama breath who waxes his back. He wins a few meets and suddenly he's inherited the "cool" gene.
Hey, all I know is, my cheerleading squad's wasted a lot of pep on losers. it's about time our school excelled at something.
You're forgetting our high mortality rate.
(with pumped pride) We're number one! ANGLE: BUFFY sitting cross-legged in the sand, away from the crowd. SOFT MOONLIGHT highlights her features as she watches the tide roll in, looking positively...
Beautiful... She glances over. WIDEN to find CAMERON, a lean but muscular senior, as he sits next to her.
Isn't it?
Yeah. It's so... so...
Eternal. Our true mother giving birth to new life, and devouring old... Always adaptable and nurturing, yet constant and merciless.
(Impressed) Boy. I was just gonna go with 'big' and 'wet.' Cameron smiles at that, in a not uncharming way.
Me and some of the other guys on the team come out once a week to train in it. Swim against the current.
Funny. That's just how I feel most of the time. So, Cameron Walker... She holds up an imaginary microphone.
You've just won the state semi- finals, what are you gonna do now? He looks at her warmly for a moment. Buffy momentarily finds herself affected by his gaze.
I'm going to hang out with Buffy Summers. Get to know her. Taken aback, Buffy lowers the "mic."
Uh, whoa. Pause button. Cam--
Hey, no pressure. I'm just saying I like being around you, that's all. The look on Buffy's face cells us she feels the same way. They hear SHOUTS and LAUGHTER, the cruel, sadistic-type and turn to see... ANGLE: DODD pushing someone's head down into a metal beverage tub filled with ice water as several witnesses laugh. The someone pulls himself out, gulping for air. It's JONATHON.
C'mon, Jonny, you gotta hold your breath longer than that if you ever want to make the team. Somebody time him. As he shoves Jonathon's head back down into the tub, BUFFY appears. She grabs Dodd's wrist and twists his arm behind his back in an armlock. He lets go of the underclassman.
Hey! BUFFY notices INSERT: DODD'S FOREARM TATTOO a grinning, cigar-chomping shark.
Classy tat. I take it they ran out of Tweety-Bird. ANGLE: Dodd's feet as a delicate female foot sweeps them out from under him. He falls, looks up to see DODD'S POV - BUFFY standing over him. Cameron behind him, smiling.
What's your problem?
Had it coming, bro. One of Dodd's friends, GAGE, pulls him away.
Chill, dude. A bunch of us are gonna take a little night dip down the beach. You in?
(eyeing Buffy) Whatever. He and Gage take off. Buffy turns to Jonathon.
Let's find you a towel.
(incensed) Why don't you mind your own business. I can handle this without your help. He storms off. Buffy turns to Cameron
Isn't it fun to hang out with me? EXT. DOWN THE BEACH - MOMENTS LATER (NIGHT) WE MOVE with Dodd and Gage, walking to their little sub-party down the beach. It's really dark and a little creepy as they move away from the music.
Man, that chick gives me the creeps. Dodd suddenly stops, sensing something. He looks around. DODD'S POV - THE OCEAN We watch the surf roll in and out again. ANGLE: GAGE as he continues to trudge on. Then he pauses and sniffs the air with a sour expression.
Dude. What is that foulness? GAGE'S POV - EMPTY BEACH
Hey, Dodd! Dude! Getting no reply, he shrugs and moves off. As the camera PANS BACK, we HEAR a sharp SCREAM - nearly drowned out by the nearby crashing waves -- and a sickening, wet, RIPPING sound. The screaming stops. Then, a SHADOWY HUMANOID FIGURE rises up from behind a dune to move off, toward the sea. LOW ANGLE on a PILE of TORN CLOTHES and REMAINS -- cartilage and skin, STEAM rising off it in the cool night air. Clearly visible is the tattoo of the cigar-smoking shark. BLACK OUT.
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| Act One |
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INT. WILLOW'S COMPUTER CLASS -THE NEXT MORNING To the CLICKETY-CLICKING of several computer keyboards being typed upon, Willow walks among the desks of students working at their terminals. Peering over their shoulders, she's very into her nurturing teacher role. WILLOW'S POV - COMPUTER MONITORS All displaying PIE CHARTS in progress.
Okay, really good pie charts, guys. Good, good, good. She stops at Gage's desk, whom we recognize from the teaser.
Gage, your pie chart... It's looking a lot like solitaire... (looking closer) with naked ladies on the cards.
What's your point? THE BELL RINGS.
No point. As Gage and the rest of the students file out, PRINCIPAL SNYDER enters, pushing through the tide of exiting students, like a salmon swimming upstream. Passing Gage, he gives him a gregarious pat on the shoulder.
Nice work in yesterday's meet, son. Now let's go for it! Gage barely pays attention to him as he merges with the rest of the student traffic. The classroom now empty, a scowling Snyder approaches Willow. She moves to greet him.
Rosenberg. How's the class -- everything in order?
Well, actually --
Great. I've been talking to the board -- we're having trouble finding a competent teacher this late in the term. Do you think you can continue subbing through finals?
Oh, sure. I like teaching.
Isn't that nice. You're a team player and I like that. A team player wants everyone on the team to succeed. Wants everyone to pass.
(not getting the segue) Uh, yeah, okay...
I understand there's a problem with Gage Petronzi.
Oh, good, then you know. Well, besides the behavior problem, he won't do homework, his test scores are, well, actually he doesn't have any test scores since he never shows up when we have-- Snyder waves her off dismissively.
I'm not interested in any of that. I'm interested in why, when this school is on the brink of winning its first State Championship in fifteen years, you slap a crucial member of the team with a failing grade that would force his removal. Is this how you show your school spirit?
Yes. I mean, no. I mean, I'm just trying to grade fairly.
Gage is a champion. He's under more pressure than the other students. And I think we need to cut him some slack. He turns on his heels and walks away. Willow watches him go.
You're asking me to change his grade. Snyder stops and turns to her.
I never said any such thing. All I'm suggesting is you recheck your figures. I think you'll find a grade more fitting to an athlete of Gage's stature. Perhaps something in a 'D.' He swivels around, and exits. ON WILLOW She exhales in frustration. INT. HALLWAY - A SHORT TIME LATER (DAY) Willow is walking with Cordelia and Xander, who is clearly (though figuratively) bent out of shape.
Just like that? He actually told you to alter his grade.
Exactly. Except for the actually telling me to. But he made it perfectly clear what he wasn't telling me.
That is wrong. Big, fat, spanking wrong. It's a slap in the face to every one of us that worked hard and studied long hours to earn our D's.
Xander, I know you take pride in being the voice of the common wuss, but the truth is certain people are entitled to special privileges. They're called winners. That's the way the world works.
And about that nutty "all men are created equal" thing?
(rolling her eyes) Propaganda spouted by the ugly and less deserving.
I think it was Lincoln.
Disgusting mole and a stupid hat.
Actually it was Jefferson.
Kept slaves. (a challenge) Got any more?
You know what really grates my cheese? Buffy's not here to share my moral outrage about swim team perks... EXT. CAMPUS PARKING LOT - MEANWHILE (DAY) A Mustang pulls into a space and parks.
She's too busy being one of them. INT. CAMERON'S CAR - CONTINUOUS (DAY) Cameron shuts off the engine as he continues what's obviously been a drawn out monologue. Buffy sits beside him, bored senseless. The bloom is off the rose.
See, when I'm out in the vastness of the ocean, I never feel alone. It's like the sea is an old friend of mine. You ever hear of Gertrude Ederle?
(her brain dribbling out) No. No, I haven't, Cam.
First woman to swim the English Channel. Same thing. She used to talk to the ocean. Carry on entire conversations. I do that sometimes... Once---
(that's it) Listen, Cam, thanks again. I'd forgotten how nice it is to just talk... or, in my case, listen, without any romantic pressure.
Hey, I'm not about pressure. I want you comfortable.
Oh, I'm comfy. I'm practically nodding off! That's how comfy I --
Are you wearing a bra? Buffy reacts, stunned, as if slapped across the face. Then:
What? Not hearing her, he casually brushes his hand along her arm.
C'mon, tell me you haven't been thinking about this ever since last night.
What I'm thinking about is how much I'd better get out of here. As she reaches for the door handle, the electronic door lock is tripped with a sharp "CLUNK." INSERT: Cameron's hand on the door lock controls.
Relax. I'm not going to hurt you.
Oh, I'm not worried about me. He moves in to grope her, roughly. In a flash, she seizes his roving arm with her right hand, and slams his face into the steering wheel with her left. His car horn blares, the force causing it to stick.
Ow! You... broke my nose! As the horn continues its din, Buffy looks up to see the disapproving visage of PRINCIPAL SNYDER staring back at her through the windshield. INT. INFIRMARY - A LITTLE LATER (DAY) CLOSE ON a chemical ice pack being squeezed until it makes an audible "POP." ANGLE: NURSE GREENLIEGH an older, stocky woman, shakes the ice pack then hands it to CAMERON who holds it to his swollen nose, as he sits in a chair, an ace bandage wrapped around his wrist. PULL BACK to find SNYDER and BUFFY in the foreground, as she defends herself.
I wasn't the attacker. I was the attacked.
That's not how it looked from where I was standing.
I don't know what happened. First she leads me on, then she goes schizo on me.
(livid) Lead you on?! When did I lead you on?!
(to Snyder) C'mon, look at the way she dresses. Snyder nods. Buffy is suddenly self-conscious. COACH MARIN, a hulking bear of a man, enters.
(greeting him) Coach. Marin nods to Snyder, gives Buffy a cursory glance, then crosses to Cameron. Snyder signals for Buffy to sit.
How we doing, Cam?
Coach Marin. How bad does it look?
Well, luckily his nose isn't broken. But it sure as hell's gonna sting for a couple of days. Snyder pulls him away for a more privacy.
I mean, our chances of winning the State Championship. Can we still do it?
Oh. I'm gonna need Cameron back a hundred and ten percent. He's the best swimmer I got, now that Dodd... He trails off. Buffy notices his disturbed expression.
What happened to Dodd? Snyder and Marin share a look. Then Snyder turns on Buffy.
That's none of your concern. (re: Cameron) You'd better hope that boy's nose heals before the meet this Friday. The coach turns back to Cameron.
Walker, you better hit the steam room when you're done here. Try to keep those sinuses clear. (to Nurse) Ruthie, you take care of my boy. NURSE GREENLIEGH looks up from her paperwork.
I always do. MARIN turns back to Buffy.
And you, try to dress more appropriately from now on. This isn't a dance club. Marin and Snyder exit and Buffy's jaw drops. INT. LIBRARY - A BIT LATER (DAY) Willow and Xander are at the table with Giles. They'd been working at something as the table's littered with open books. At the moment, they patiently watch BUFFY rant, having just entered.
So now they're treating me like I'm the baddie. Just because he has a sprained wrist and a bloody nose... (realizing it doesn't look good) and I don't have a scratch... Which, granted, on the surface hurts my case a little, but, meanwhile, Cameron gets away with it because he's on the "aren't we the most" swim team, who, by the way, if no one's noticed, have been acting like real jerks lately... She suddenly notices the books and realizes everyone's just looking at her. She gets it. Something's happened.
(cautiously) And what's new with you guys?
Thank you for taking an interest. Apparently, some remains were discovered on the beach this morning. Human remains.
Dodd McAlvy's remains.
Vampires?
No. He was eviscerated. Nothing left but skin and cartilage.
In other words... "This was no boating accident!"
(to Giles) So, something just split him open and ate out his insides?
Like an Oreo cookie. The others look at her.
Except, you know, without the chocolatey cookie goodness.
Principal Snyder's instructed the faculty to keep the news quiet for now so as not to unduly upset the students.
For "students," read "swim team."
So, we're looking for a beastie.
That eats humans whole, except for the skin.
Doesn't make sense.
(agreeing) Yeah! Skin's the best part!
Any demons with high cholesterol? (off Giles' look) Later on, you're gonna think about that and you're gonna laugh. INT. STEAM ROOM - LATER (DAY) CAMERON sits alone, in a towel, gently nursing his swollen nose. We HEAR a HISS as fresh steam blows in, then quiet again, except for a faint DRIP. He leans back and closes his eyes. PUSH in on him. Closer. INT. OUTSIDE STEAM ROOM - AT THE MOMENT (DAY) SOMETHING'S POV - MOVING THROUGH THE LOCKER ROOM slowly, but deliberately, toward the steam room door. INT. STEAM ROOM - MEANWHILE (DAY) CLOSE ON Cameron's face. His eyes slowly open, as if he'd heard... what? He listens for a moment, then satisfied, closes his eyes again. The door JERKS OPEN and Cameron jumps with a start. ANGLE: COACH MARIN framed in the doorway.
Okay, son. I think you've had enough. Time to hit the shower. He lets the door fall closed. Cameron's heart beats like a Keith Moon solo. INT. LOUNGE - NIGHT Xander crosses from the hall toward the soda machine, counting out change.
Too much research. Need beverage. He collides with Cameron, who keeps going as Xander's change spills everywhere.
Watch it.
(picking up change) Oh, forgive me, your swimteamliness.
Loser. Cameron continues on toward the cafeteria.
Liking the nose, Cam. Good look for you. Cameron stops, turns.
Meaning what?
Meaning Buffy must not be on your list of privileges after all. Man, I love it when you guys mess with her. Cameron considers attacking Xander. Then --
You're lucky I'm hungry.
Cafeteria's closed.
Not to me. INT. CAFETERIA - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT The lights are off in here, moonlight streaming in through the windows. Cameron makes his way toward the back. He stops, hearing something. Moves forward more slowly. Sniffs, his face registering disgust.
God, what is that? INT. CAFETERIA - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT Xander puts in the last of his change, pondering.
Grape, orange. Grape, orange. A BLOOD CURDLING SCREAM -- accompanied by the sound of tearing and tables being knocked over -- emits from the cafeteria. Xander starts, then heads into: INT. CAFETERIA - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT Xander enters, runs well in, then stops, looking down. At his feet lay a pile of skin and Cam's torn clothes. Fighting the terror welling up inside him, he opens his mouth to call for help.
Anybody, hel-- He turns and finds himself face to face with A NIGHTMARE The thing has a spiny head, like a fish; palpitating gills at the side of its neck; large cold black bulging eyes that never close. Its gaping piranha-toothed jaw widens and lets out a PRIMAL CROAKING SCREECH. So does Xander. BLACK OUT.
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INT. LIBRARY - NIGHT CORDELIA AND XANDER are at the table, a large sketch pad sits in her lap. He stands over her shoulder, antsy. She draws as he talks.
(re: sketch) No, its mouth was bigger, and turned downward. (demonstrating) Like this. And with more teeth.
(losing patience) O-kay!
And what's that? I said gills, not dimples. Cordelia's had it with him. She puts down her pencil.
I'm doing the best I can. ANGLE: SKETCH -- an approximate rendering of the Gill Monster, with many differences, including, but not limited to, a too big mouth with too many teeth.
Is this what you saw, Xander? XANDER shifting restlessly.
(unconvincingly) Ye-ah. I think so... Pretty much.
(eyeing him) You're not sure.
(defensively) Well, it was dark. The think went out the window pretty quick. And I was... a little shocked when I saw it and...
Go ahead, say it. You ran like a woman. Xander shoots her a look.
Hey, if you saw this thing, you'd run like a woman, too. Willow, holding a computer printout, enters with Buffy.
Buffy was right. According to the statistics, Dodd and Cameron were the best swimmers on the team.
First and second, actually. And if my theory's correct, that means Gage Petronzi, the third best swimmer, may be the next item on the menu.
God, this is so sad. We're never going to win one State Championship now. (an anguished insight) I think I've lost the will to cheerlead.
Raise your hand if you feel her pain. No one does. Giles moves to Buffy.
If you're proposing these killings are not random, that would indicate a revenge motive.
And raise the possibility that someone brought forth this sea demon from whence it came to carry out that revenge. (hearing herself) "From whence it came?" I'm spending way too much time around you.
Who hates the swim team that much? (off their looks) Besides me, I mean. WILLOW thinks for a half beat, then excitedly raises her hand.
Oo...
Willow?
Jonathon! He was bullied by Dodd on the beach, remember?
(considering) And he did say he can take care of those guys himself. Good call, Will. You should question him.
Really? Me? (into it) I'll crack him like an egg.
Meanwhile, I think swimmer number three might benefit from your protection and watchful eye. Discreetly, of course.
I'm on it. She exits.
(to Giles) What about me? What can I do?
Well, you could go out in the parking lot and practice running like a man. Xander gives her a look. INT. LOUNGE - DAY GAGE is at a table, with his feet up, playing with a Gameboy. PAN ACROSS THE ROOM to BUFFY at another table, casually steals glances at him, as she pretends to flip through a magazine. HER POV - GAGE LOOKS UP in her general direction. BUFFY immediately averts her eyes, going so far as to reach down and "adjust" her shoe. INT. COMPUTER CLASS - MEANWHILE (DAY) The room's dark, except for a desk lamp. Jonathon sits alone near the front of the room. Willow sits on the edge of her desk, and stares at him for several beats.
So, you tried out for the swim team twice and never made it?
I'm asthmatic. I couldn't keep up.
You resented it, didn't you?
Maybe.
You hated being pushed around by Dodd and the others.
So?
You wanted revenge, didn't you? Didn't you?!
Yeah. Okay. I did! Willow smiles from ear to ear, a little cocky. Now moving in for the kill.
So you delved into the black arts and conjured up a hellbeast from the ocean's depths to wreak your vengeance. JONATHON squints at her.
(weakly) Didn't you?
What? No, I snuck in yesterday and peed in the pool. Willow's smile slowly fades.
(disappointed) Oh. (then, disgusted) Ew. INT. LOUNGE - LATER (DAY) PrIncipal Snyder and Coach Marin walk together, talking.
This is such a blow. Sooner or later the rest of my boys are gonna find out. How can I ask them to swim?
It's a terrible, terrible tragedy. We all feel your loss, Coach. I don't know two finer boys than Cameron and... that other one. He stops the coach, turns to him.
But I know they would want their friends to go on and win that State Championship. It's time to think of the team.
I don't have a full team as it is. If we don't find someone at tryouts this afternoon we won't be eligible to compete. As they start off again --
You'll find someone. All he has to do is wear a bathing suit, right? They clear frame, revealing Xander, who has been listening. After a moment, he follows them out of frame. INT. BRONZE - NIGHT Buffy, her hair secured fetchingly into a loose bun, with two ornate wooden chopsticks. Sips her drink as she watches BUFFY'S POV - GAGE shooting pool, by himself. As he lines up a shot, he looks up and sees her. BUFFY turns and moves past a pillar. Gage confronts her on the other side of it.
This me and my shadow act is getting old. What do you want from me?
(off-guard) Oh, I um... Okay. It's a little embarrassing, but, um... (blurting out) I'm a swim groupie.
(squinting at her) Uh huh.
Yep. There's just something about the smell of chlorine on a guy. Hmm, baby-- Gage turns to walk away, but Buffy quickly BLOCKS HIM. She appears tiny next to his large athletic frame.
Okay, my sex appeal seems to be on the fritz today, so I'll straight shoot for a while. There's some... thing lurking around making filets out of the populace and i think you might be next.
Uh huh. And you think that because...
It's already attacked... it's already killed some people. Gage looks at her for a few beats.
You're one twisted sister, you know that? Go find someone else to harass. He PUSHES her out of his way and moves to the exit. Buffy glares, doesn't follow. EXT. BRONZE - MOMENTS LATER (NIGHT) ANGLE: GAGE Walking down the deserted alley.
(to himself) Little wacko bitch pain in the-- From out of nowhere:
You've got to be talking about Buffy. Gage jumps, then sees ANGLE: ANGEL partially visible in the soft glow of a street lamp. He smiles at Gage, who eyes him, warily.
How'd you know?
She and I... had a thing once. Biggest mistake of my life.
My condolences, dude. He continues cn his way. Angel falls into step with him.
She's a real head tripper.
Tell me about it. The girl thinks she's God's gift or something.
Who is she, the Chosen One?
Exactly.
You know, what she really needs is for someone to knock her down a few notches. GAGE enjoying that idea.
That'd be sweet. Anyone in mind?
You're in luck, friend... Gage turns to see ANGEL, IN FULL VAMPIRE GLORY. Gage's eyes go wide with terror.
It so happens, I'm recruiting. Fangs bared, he lunges at Gage's throat. ANGLE: BRONZE DOOR as Buffy exits, in time to hear:
Hey! Get off! Noooo! She runs. Rounding the corner, she stops in her tracks, surprised. HER POV - GAGE dazed, but very much alive. He is holding his neck, in a daze, up against the alley wall. Next to him is Angel, wincing and SPITTING, as if he's tasted battery acid. He suddenly senses her and looks up. Without a word, and before he can react, Buffy nails him with a roundhouse kick to the face, which sends him reeling back. She reaches up to her bun, and pulls out the two THIN WOODEN STAKES. Her hair falls to her shoulders as she shakes it out. Angel stops.
Why, Miss Summers... You're beautiful. Buffy stands, ready to attack, stakes poised. Angel suddenly grabs Gage and hurls him into Buffy, sending them both sprawling. He hurries off, still spitting out the taste of Gage's blood. Buffy helps Gage up, grimly watching Angel disappear.
So that... Was that the thing that killed Cameron?
No. That was something else.
Something else?! She nods.
Unfortunately, there are a lot of something elses in this town. As he takes this in...
Well... g'night. She turns and casually walks away, TOWARD CAMERA, Gage in b.g. He suddenly snaps out of it and runs up to join her.
Walk me home? She smiles, wryly as they continue to walk OUT OF FRAME. INT. POOL AREA/SWIM PRACTICE - THE NEXT DAY COACH MARIN Blows a whistle as swimmers dive in for a practice run. GAGE gets out of the pool and turns to wave at ANGLE: BUFFY who sits in the bleachers with Willow and Cordy. She waves back.
He spit it out? I thought Angel liked blood.
He usually does.
You think his eyes were too big for his stomach?
I think there was something in Gage's blood Angel didn't like. As, for example, steroids.
That would explain all their behavioral changes.
And the winning streak.
Maybe whatever is in their blood is what's attracting this creature to them!
(to Cordy) Any luck researching our fish monster?
Zippo. We couldn't find any sea demons that match the description that Xander gave us. Not that Chicken Little was much of a witness. (then) Oh, my. CORDY'S POV - FEET AT LOCKER ROOM DOOR PAN UP the body of a well-built swimmer in Speedos.
That, girls, is my kind of... We see the swimmer's face. ANGLE: WILLOW shocked.
Xander? GIRLS' POV: Xander notices them and is horrified. He tries to cover himself with his hands.
Xander? What the hell are you doing?!
(quietly) I'm under cover.
You're not under much. Willow lowers her eyes, but keeps sneaking peeks.
Get out of here before somebody sees you impersonating a swim team member.
I don't do impersonations. I tried out for the team last night and I made it.
Really? Cordelia smiles. He's gone up nine levels of cool.
Figure I can keep an eye on Gage and the others when Buffy can't.
Like when you're nude. I meant to say 'changing.' ANGLE: MARIN sees Xander talking to the girls.
Harris, you can flirt on your own time. Xander leaves them.
I'm dating a swimmer on the Sunnydale swim team.
You can die happy. (to Willow) So, Will, what about Jonathon? He involved?
No, he just, uh... he sort of peed in the pool.
Oh. OH. ANGLE: THEIR POV: XANDER Dives into the pool. All the girls wince. INT. STEAM ROOM - DAY Post-practice. Xander sits in the steam room with Gage and another swimmer, SEAN. They all wear towels.
Don't you guys get claustrophobic in here? (no answer) I mean, what's the deal? You perspire a lot and can't breathe. SHIFT TO: INT. LOCKER ROOM/JUST OUTSIDE THE STEAM ROOM - CONTINUOUS ANGLE: the grate outside the steam room.
Or read. I mean, you could, but the pages would probably get all wet... The grate MOVES. INT. HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS - DAY Buffy is standing just outside the locker room, pretending to read a notice on the wall. The DOOR SWINGS open. Xander comes out, towel drying his hair.
You gotta love this undercover deal. Twenty minutes in a hot room with a bunch of sweaty guys.
Where's Gage?
He was right behind me, putting his sneakers on. But, they're not the Velcro kind, so give him a couple of extra minutes. He touches her lightly on the shoulder.
Tag, you're it. He disappears around the corner. INTERCUT WITH: INT. LOCKER ROOM - CONTINUOUS - DAY Gage sits on a bench, putting his sneakers on. He SMELLS something rancid, and makes a face. He SNIFFS the air, checking under his arms, his sneakers... no... Trying to locate the source of the horrific smell, he walks to the bank of lockers. Tension escalates as he OPENS one. INTERCUT WITH: INT. HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS - DAY ON BUFFY: She paces, nervously. Suddenly, a SCREAM comes from inside the locker room.
Help! Help me! She rushes in. INT. LOCKER ROOM - CONTINUOUS - DAY Buffy enters and sees HER POV - GAGE AND THE GILL MONSTER as the creature converges on Gage, near the grate outside the steam room.
Get behind me. Now! Do it! He does. She sizes up the creature, contemplating her next move, as the creature approaches. Then it stops. Buffy looks at it quizzically. And that's when Gage screams. She turns to find him doubled over.
Gage? He bolts upright, his face twisted in agony and slick with sweat. Or slime. His hands suddenly go to his chest and Buffy watches, horrified, as his body SPLITS WIDE OPEN down the middle. ANOTHER GILL MONSTER EMERGES from the molted casing that was once Gage Petronzi. ON BUFFY'S REACTION... BLACK OUT.
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INT. LOCKER ROOM - CONTINUOUS - DAY THE TWO GILL MONSTERS converge on Buffy as she backs away, their webbed feet SLAPPING aggressively on the hard floor. They BLOCK all exit potential. A monster moves toward Buffy. She kick boxes him in his BELLY, and he rolls back, crashing into a locker. The other creeps from behind. She whips around, jumps over a bench, and grabs a LACROSSE STICK from an open locker. While she rams it into his face, the other one slithers back and grabs her shoulder with his PIRANHA-LIKE teeth. CLOSE ON Buffy's face in anguish as the creature takes a healthy bite. She CRIES OUT in pain and backhands the creature, who staggers back, falls on its belly and SLITHERS down the open grate. As Buffy nurses her wounded shoulder, the other GILL MONSTER is about to spring when COACH MARIN grabs Buffy and pulls her away to safety. The Gill Monster does the same SLITHERING act down the hole. INT. INFIRMARY - A SHORT TIME LATER - DAY The nurse is finishing up dressing Buffy's wound.
I don't think you'll need stitches, but you should probably have your family physician take a look at it. WIDEN to see Giles and Marin standing over the table.
How are you?
I'm definitely feeling the burn. The nurse exits. Giles turns to Marin.
Well, the good news is, it would appear none of your team has actually died.
But the bad news is that they're monsters.
How could this happen?
Are you saying you don't know? Giles stares levelly at the coach. The coach sits, defeated.
You work so hard, you start winning suddenly... you like to think it's just you, you're just inspiring the boys to greatness. But in the back of your mind, you wonder...
You never asked the boys if they were taking anything?
(shakes his head) Maybe I was afraid to. INT. COMPUTER ROOM - END OF DAY ON WILLOW sitting at her computer, while Buffy and Xander stand on either side of her, their eyes glued to the screen.
(indicating screen) There.
(reading) "Dodd McAlvy... torn tendon. Gage Petronzi... fractured wrist... depression, headaches... "
It's all here in their school medical records.
All symptomatic of steroid abuse.
But is steroid abuse usually linked with 'hey I'm a fish'?
There must be something else in the mix. The point is, the boys were obviously drugged.
And Nurse Greenliegh treated each and every one of them. She must have known.
If steroids are that dangerous, why would they do that to themselves?
The need to win. Winning equals trophies equals prestige for the school. You see how they're treated. It's been like that forever.
Sure, discus throwers got the best seats at all the crucifixions.
Meanwhile, I'm breaking my nails battling the forces of evil and my French teacher can't even remember my name.
So what's the drill? Get Nurse Greenliegh?
(vehemently) Let's throw the book at her! (off looks) Or, a book...
She's probably gone home. It can wait. Xander, try to find out what these boys are taking, or at least how they're taking it. Pills, powder, syringes --
I'm looking-around-guy.
(to Buffy) What about you?
Giles is loading up the tranquilizer gun. We're going fishing. INT. SEWER TUNNEL - NIGHT It's very dark and creepy. Buffy and Giles move through the dank, filthy tunnel. She holds a FLASHLIGHT, and he holds his TRANQUILIZER GUN, as they trod through the murky sewage. They HEAR SPLASHING ahead of them. Buffy SHINES her flashlight in the direction of the noise, and Giles AIMS his tranquilizer gun, ready to shoot. ANGLE: A RAT making its way along the wall, retreating from them. BUFFY and GILES share a look, exhale warily, then continue on. Passing the OPENING to an offshooting tunnel. NEW ANGLE - FISH-GUY POV OF GILES AND BUFFY sloshing back the way they came. ANGLE: GILL MONSTER watching them from the darkness. EXT. SCHOOL - MORNING To establish. INT. LOCKER ROOM/STEAM ROOM - MORNING THE VISAGE OF XANDER Through the THICK STEAM. PULL BACK to see him and three other swimmers (among them, Sean) in towels. All of them, sans Xander, appear to be meditating. At least one is in a lotus position.
I'm feeling good. (no acknowledgment) Loving this swimming. (still ignored) Had some carrot juice this morning, a little wheat germ mixed in... Woke me right up. Nothing like it... Breakfast of state champions, you betcha. The other swimmers continue to meditate and breathe the steam deeply into their lungs. Xander cuts to the chase.
Okay, so, when do we get our next dose? Sean opens his eyes and looks at Xander.
What do you mean?
Who's carrying? I need a little something to improve my performance. Give me an edge. (loud whisper) The steroids!? Where are they?! The other swimmers share a look, then laugh.
You're soaking in it, Bud.
Huh?
(taking a deep breath) Aromatherapy... PUSH IN ON XANDER His eves darting around, as the realization sinks in. He tries to bottle his growing panic.
It's in the steam.
Ahh. The steam. (anxiously) And what steam would that be? INT. POOL - DAY Nurse Greenliegh is in heated discussion with Coach Marin, following him around the pool.
It's got to stop, Carl. These poor children --
Are you a quitter? here's no room for quitters on this team.
Listen to yourself! Do you understand what's happening?
We're very close to perfecting this. We just need to adjust the mix. He exits, and she follows, into -- INT. PUMP ROOM - CONTINUOUS - DAY
You can't be thinking of continuing to expose the boys.
They're gonna be the best. I don't settle for anything less.
They're gonna be monsters! Don't make this any worse. You've lost three.
Lost? They're not lost.
What? He grabs her and shoves her -- she falls right into: iNT. GROTTO/PUMP ROOM (INTERCUT) - CONTINUOUS - DAY She splashes down, surfaces again, looking up frantically.
Carl! What are you doing?
Looking after my boys. They may be out of the game right now, but we're still a team. She locks around, suddenly much more afraid. Turns, sensing movement.
And a team's gotta eat. Her eyes go wide -- and she is suddenly sucked down under the surface. Coach Marin looks contemptuously down at the water.
Quitter. BLACK OUT.
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INT. LIBRARY - DAY Xander paces the floor nervously, as Buffy, Willow, Giles and Cordelia digest the new info.
They've been absorbing the steroid mixture through the steam.
Not they. We. Me. We need an antidote, don't you think? Clock is ticking, people.
Let's not break out the tartar sauce yet. It's not like you were exposed more than once. Xander can only look at her.
(hopefully) Twice?
Three times a fishguy.
Whoa.
What am I gonna do?
You you you. What about me? It's one thing to date a lame unpopular guy. It's another thing to date the Creature From the Blue Lagoon.
(correcting her) "Black" Lagoon. The creature from the Blue Lagoon was Brooke Shields. (as an afterthought) And thanks so much for your support.
We need to find the rest of the swim team and lock them up before they get in touch with their inner halibut.
Yes, good. But we're also going to need to know exactly what was in the steroid gas so the hospital's toxicology lab can develop an antidote.
I'll have a little talk with Nurse Greenliegh.
You're really liking this whole interrogation routine, aren't you?
The trick is not to leave any marks.
Then I'm gonna visit the coach. Somehow I just don't believe that all he's been giving them is inspiration. INT. PUMP ROOM - A LITTLE LATER (DAY) The coach enters, followed by Buffy.
You've got quite an imagination, Missy.
Right now I'm imagining you in jail. (as to a child) You're wearing a big, orange suit and -- oh look! The guards are beating you!
You don't have any proof that --
Tell me what you put in the steam. He stops. The facade drops.
After the fall of the Soviet Union, documents came to light detailing experiments with fish DNA on their Olympic swimmers. Tarpon, mako shark... But they never cracked it.
And you did. Sort of. Why?
What kind of a question is that? For the win. To make my team the best they could be. Do you understand we have a shot at the State Championship?
Do you understand that I don't care? It's over. There's not gonna be any swim team this year.
Boy, when they were handing out school spirit you didn't even get on line, did you?
No, I was in the line for 'shred of sanity.' The coach raises a gun. Buffy stops.
Which you obviously skipped.
Get in the hole. He motions to the manhole. Buffy moves toward it.
IN. NOW! She drops in. INT. GROTTO - CONTINUOUS (DAY) HIS POV - BUFFY nearly chest deep in murky water below the school. HER POV - MARIN through the hole, looking down.
You think I don't care about my boys. But I do. They count on me.
(looking around) So you're gonna feed me to them?
Oh, they've had their dinner. ON BUFFY She feels something brush up against her. She turns with a start, and sees, with horror HER POV - NURSE GREENLIEGH'S MASTICATED CORPSE floats by.
But boys have other needs. Off Buffy's reaction... INT. POOL - A LITTLE LATER (DAY) Xander and Cordelia enter to find...
No one. Willow and Giles must've rounded up the rest of the swim team. Xander neurotically rubs the sides of his neck.
Does my neck look a little scaly to you?
Of course it's scaly, the way you keep rubbing it dry like an idiot. He approaches the door to the locker room. He turns to her.
I need to look in the mirror. Wait here. But feel free to come in if you hear me scream. She looks concerned as he goes inside. Cordelia walks around the pool, waiting. There is an eerie silence, and she watches the reflection of the pool water dancing along the walls. Suddenly, she hears the CREAK of the locker room door opening.
(not looking) So... Any gills yet? She hears A SPLASH and turns to see the pool water RIPPLING.
Xander, what are you-- As she bends down to look down into the pool. A GILL MONSTER is swimming along. Cordelia puts her hand up to scream, then, realizing...
Xander? The Gill Monster continues to swim. Cordelia paces it as she goes on:
Oh, my god... Xander... Xander. It's me. Cordelia. I-- I know you can't answer me, but... this is my fault. You joined the swim team to impress me. You were so courageous and you looked really hot in those Speedos. In the background, the locker room door opens again, though this time Cordelia doesn't hear it, and XANDER enters. He's taken aback to find Cordelia mid-conversation with the Monster. He slowly comes up behind her.
I want you to know I still care for you, no matter what you look like. We can still date -- or not date, but... I mean, I'll understand if you want to see other fish... And I'll try to make your quality of life the best it can be, whether you need little bath toys or whatever... She has ended up kneeling by the shallow end where it swims.
Uh, Cordy? Cordelia reacts with a start and turns around.
That's not me. Cordelia looks back at the monster as it lunges from the pool at her. She screams. Xander takes Cordy's hand and runs with her out the door. INT. LIBRARY - MOMENTS LATER (DAY) Giles locks the door of the book cage in which four swim team members are locked up.
Stay calm. Either we'll find an effective antidote, or... just stay calm. Willow re-checks her list and makes a face.
Everyone's accounted for, except Sean. Xander and Cordelia ENTER, overhearing.
Oh, I think we can safely say we found Sean. He was in the pool, skinless-dipping. Xander looks around.
Where's Buffy?
She hasn't come back yet. INT. GROTTO - MEANWHILE (DAY) ON BUFFY looking around for something to grab onto. A weapon, an escape... She listens. It's quiet, except for the steady dripping of the wet walls.
(quiet, worried) This is just what my rep needs. That I did it with the entire swim team. Then, behind her... TWO GILL MONSTERS rise up slowly from the water, unseen by Buffy. After a beat, they submerge again. INT. PUMP ROOM - MOMENTS LATER (DAY) Xander approaches the room cautiously. HIS POV: Coach Marin standing over the manhole.
What's up, Coach? The coach stands, visibly nervous.
Harris. How are you feeling?
A little dry. Nothing a nice lemon butter sauce won't cure. Where's Buffy? The coach looks over at: ANGLE: HIS GUN sitting on top of something (I don't know what's in a pump room, okay?), off to the side between them. INTERCUT WITH: INT. GROTTO - MEANWHILE (DAY) BUFFY reacts as if something's brushed her leg. Suddenly, A GILL MONSTER leaps out of the water at Buffy. She throws him off. He disappears under the murky water. Then ANOTHER one jumps. She pops him in the face, and he, too disappears. Then ANOTHER. They're fast, the water begins to froth with activity. INTERCUT WITH: INT. PUMP ROOM - SECONDS LATER (DAY) The coach makes a dash for his gun, grabs it just as Xander grabs him. Xander twists his arm, makes him drop it.
I don't like guns. He slams his elbow into the coach's face, dropping him.
Elbows are neat, though. INTERCUT WITH: INT. GROTTO - MEANWHILE (DAY) Buffy's breathing heavy, still holding off the Gill Monsters, but she's losing steam. She's not sure if she can continue. Then, she sees one, his head barely breaking the surface, making a run for her, like a shark bearing down on its prey. She stands as ready as she can to fend it off when suddenly A HAND reaches down. She looks up and sees BUFFY'S POV - XANDER stretching as far as he can.
Buffy! Hurry! With all the Slayer strength she can muster, Buffy springs herself up. She grabs his hand and Xander pulls her out just as the charging Gill Monster leaps. Missing her, the creature splashes back down into the murkiness. INT. PUMP ROOM - CONTINUOUS (DAY) Xander pulls Buffy all the way out. She shivers from the combo of damp clothing and stone cold fear. Xander takes off his outer sweatshirt and slips it over her head.
Thanks.
Just doing my part for our team. In that instant, COACH MARIN rises up, smashing a wrench into Xander's head. He comes at Buffy as Xander crumples -- Buffy is tired, but fends him off with a kick -- that sends him into the hole. She dives at the hole, reaches down.
Coach! Give me your hand -- The sounds of eating and screaming stop her. Xander crawls over to the hole, looks down as well.
(grim disgust) Those boys really love their coach. INT. LOUNGE - THE NEXT DAY Buffy, Willow, Xander and Cordelia sit at a table.
I've got to take a make-up Chem test at three, and I'm meeting some of the guys for plasma transfusions at five. It's turned into quite the busy afternoon.
The fun never stops with you, does it?
Giles seems pretty confident that the treatments are going to work.
Turning into a Creepy Crawler wasn't in my "Top ten list of things to do before I turn twenty."
(to Xander) I just want you to know that you've really proven yourself to me. And next year, you don't have to join the new team if you don't want. Xander looks at Cordy, touched.
I'd be just as happy if you played football. Xander's face drops. Buffy and Willow share a smile. Giles enters the lounge and beelines over to their table.
The people from Animal Control just left. Our creatures have apparently made a dash for it. So to speak.
No note?
Does that mean we have to hunt them again?
I don't think so. I don't think we'll see them anymore.
Where do you think they'll go?
Home. EXT. OCEAN - DAY Two scaly ridged backs break water, then disappear again. PAN TO see ANGLE: A GILL MONSTER'S HEAD it looks back at the CAMERA. The head disappears into the black ocean. BLACK OUT.
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