July 22, 1999 (White)
Written by: Joss Whedon
EXT. GRAVEYARD - NIGHT - (NIGHT ONE)
Amidst the creepy headstones we find Buffy and Willow. Willow sits leaning against a stone, pouring over a UC Sunnydale course book, trying to choose courses for Buffy. Buffy stands, paces a bit, restless and a little unsettled by the thought of college.
Propped up on the headstone are a couple of crossbows. Stakes and crosses also lie about. Just behind Willow is a fresh grave.
She looks out in the night as she says this. From her attitude, she could be talking slaying.
Ah! Introduction to the Modern Novel.
"A survey study of twentieth century
novelists...", open to freshmen...
You might like that...
Introduction to the Modern Novel.
I'm guess I'd probably have to read
the modern novel.
Maybe more than one.
I like books, I just don't wanna take
on too much. Do they have an
Introduction to the Modern Blurb?
Ooh! Short story.
Oh, no, it conflicts. With Psych.
Maybe I shouldn't take Psych.
Oh, you gotta! It's fun, and you can
use it for your science requirement.
Anyway Professor Walsh is supposed
to be great, she's like world renowned.
How do you get renowned? Do you
have to be nowned first?
Yes, first there is the painful nowning
process - wait. "Images of Pop Culture".
This is good. They watch movies, shows,
She scurries down next to Willow, looks with her.
Isn't college cool?
How did I miss that one?
Well, you did sort of leave your
course selection to the last minute.
Sorry, Miss "I chose my major in
(nose in the air)
That's an exaggeration. I just think,
you know, it's fun to be prepared.
You don't wanna be caught unawares.
ANGLE: FROM JUST ABOVE THE GRAVE
As the girls talk, their backs more or less to us, a HAND shoots out of the grave in foreground.
A vampire starts clawing his way out of the grave. Neither girl sees.
I've been busy, you know? It's been
a slay-heavy summer. I haven't had a
lot of time to think about life at UC
It's exciting, though, huh?
Yeah. Gonna be an adjustment...
Sure. It's like five miles away.
Giles says I have to be secret identity
gal again. If too many people know
I'm the slayer, I'm a target blah blah
That makes sense.
Gonna be tough. With a roommate...
As they continue to talk, the vampire pulls himself out of the grave and stands behind them. He approaches, grinning hideously.
He sees the crossbows and whatnot. Stops, considering whether it's worth the fight. Still neither girl notices.
I'm psyched for college, definitely.
I'm just wondering how it's gonna
work with my extracurricular activities.
I gotta make sure it doesn't take the
edge off my slaying. Gotta stay sharp.
The vampire has, by this time, wandered off. Buffy looks back at the grave...
Is that guy ever gonna wake up?
EXT. CAMPUS - DAY - (DAY TWO)
CLOSE ON: Buffy. Looking about, her orientation package clutched to her breast. Just a bit overwhelmed.
WIDER ANGLE: As well she might be. THE CAMPUS is a milling cacophony of students, shouting, greeting each other, running around, protesting this, leafleting about that, being college students. In the midst of it all, Buffy looks just about as small as she feels.
The voice of a STUDENT VOLUNTEER rings out to one side - Buffy turns to hear, or mostly hear:
Freshmen! We're doing this by folder
color! If you're not holding a yellow
folder, you're in the wrong group!
You belong up by Wiesman hall.
Buffy, having caught most of this over the general noise, looks for her folder. There is a green thing that might be it, but no yellow. She looks about her for some guidance, but there's none, and she finally trudges in the general direction of where the student volunteer pointed.
To the other side, she sees a protest in progress, twenty or so kids and a guy and a girl - both alt-rock hippy types, both pretty pissed off about something. Behind them, an amateurishly painted banner that reads: IT HAS TO STOP! The girl shouts into a megaphone:
WHAT DO WE WANT?
Twenty kids respond with twenty different answers, all rendered unintelligible in the din.
When do we want it?
Buffy tries to get through the back of the crowd, is suddenly handed a leaflet as she clears. The earnest fellow - dark, wearing a turban - foists it upon her with:
Rally tomorrow night. We have to let
the administration know how we feel.
She gets a few more paces and a conservative young woman hands her another leaflet.
Have you accepted Jesus Christ as
your personal savior?
Well you know I meant to, and then
I was busy all day...
She is trying to keep going, but this is getting to be too much. Her third leaflet comes from an exceptionally nonserious guy.
Party Thursday at Alpha Delt. Gotta
be there - free jello shots for freshmen
women. That's our guarantee.
Right. Do you know where Wiesman
ANGLE: WILLLOW comes bounding down to meet Buffy. Her hand is also full of leaflets and folders, but unlike Buffy, she's in heaven.
Hey, Will! Boy am I glad to see you.
They fall into step together.
Isn't it cool?! There's so much stuff
Yeah!... Almost, one might say, too much...
I got all my courses, except I had to
switch Modern Poetry for Ethnomusicology,
but that's cool, West African drumming,
I think it's gonna change everything for
me. Have you met your roommate yet?
(Buffy shakes her head)
Me neither. Hope she's cool.
I see you got ticketed too.
Oh yeah! It's great. I've heard about
five different issues and I'm angry
about each and every one of them.
(looking at Buffy's)
What'd you get?
(holding up the last one)
I didn't get jello shots...
(looks through hers)
I'll trade you a Take Back the Night...
Buffy hands over all of them, which Willow happily takes.
Are we headed anywhere near
Wiesman? I need to get my I.D. Card.
Oh, I got mine first thing. The lines
are really long now. You should have
Well, I hope that I learn from this, and that I grow.
I'm being annoying, aren't I?
No, it's nice that you're all excited.
It's just... In high school, knowledge
was pretty much frowned upon. You
really had to work to learn anything.
But here, I mean, the energy, the
collective intelligence -- it's like this
force, this penetrating force, I can feel
my mind just opening up, you know,
letting the place just thrust into it and...
spurt knowledge... into... that sentence
ended up in a different place than it
started out in.
I get it, though, I do. I'm all for spurty
knowledge, really, I just... it's a little
overwhelming, you know? Don't you
(trying to be nice)
Well, I mean... Boyfriend!
She refers to OZ, who wanders down to greet them.
It's my on-campus boyfriend!
Kissage from Will and Oz, not entirely of the G-rating.
Gee, I forgot to pick mine up. That
line's probably really long now too.
Kissage over now.
How are you doing?
Good. This is pretty much a madhouse,
(jumps on it)
Oh, isn't it overwhelming? I was saying
that - aren't you just completely disoriented?
Finally matriculating with us, very cool.
Tell me you guys are playing this week.
Thursday night. Alpha Delt.
Ooh! I have that one.
I'm bringing the wrecking crew. Jello
SHOTS! Do you know where they're
distributing the work study applications?
Back of Richmond hall, next to the auditorium.
Thanks. See you, bro.
He turns to Buffy, tries to find common ground.
The band's played here a lot. But it's
still all new. I don't know what the Hell's going on.
(to a student)
INT. LIBRARY FOYER/STAIRS/LIBRARY - A BIT LATER (DAY)
The girls enter, looking for:
(picks an entrance)
Library! Come on.
They walk across the foyer and up the stairs.
It's too bad Giles couldn't be librarian
here. Be convenient.
Well, he says he's enjoying being a
Gentleman of Leisure.
Gentleman of Leisure. Isn't that just
British for "unemployed?"
Uh huh. He's a slacker now.
Speaking of slack, have you heard
anything from Xander?
Not for a while. He's still doing his cross
country see-America thing. He said he
wasn't coming back until he'd driven
to all fifty states.
Did you explain about Hawaii?
Well, he seemed so determined...
I hope he gets back soon. It'd be fun
to get the gang together, you know,
hanging out in the... library...
They've entered. The library is not exactly like their old high school haunt. It's somewhat more unbelievably gigantoid. Willow is clearly as excited by it as Buffy is unnerved.
Isn't it amazing?
You know, I never wanted to hurt
Giles' feelings, but occult books aside,
our old library didn't have the greatest
selection. But this...
It's, yeah... it'll be great if we ever
need a place for... the Nuremberg rallies...
It's like a REAL library!
Someone shushes them.
She takes off with manic glee, leaving Buffy to look about her with somewhat less.
INT. STUDENT STORE - DAY
Buffy makes her way through the shelves of books, a bunch stacked in her arms. There is chaos here as well - it's thick with students.
Willow joins her with a basket.
Buffy gratefully dumps her books on top of Willow's.
I can't wait till Mom gets the bill
for these books. I hope it's a funny aneurism...
Introduction to Psychology. Up there.
She has found their psych textbooks. They are up high, too high for Willow to reach with her burden.
This store discriminates against short
I think there's a protest next week.
She grabs the bottom most one - it sticks out - and pulls, causing the whole pile on top to tumble off the shelf and on to the head of a kneeling student.
Oh! Oh god, sorry!
I'm okay. It's okay.
He stands, shaking his head. RILEY FINN is a junior, tall and good looking, with an open, honest face. He smiles wryly at the diminutive pair.
Well. That was bracing.
I'm so, I just... the books were too high,
and then everything was bad.
She scrambles to pick them up. He kneels.
Let me give you a hand.
He sticks a few books on a lower shelf.
Let's put a few down here.
(re: books, as he hands
So, are you girls taking Intro Psych,
or do you just want me dead?
Uh-huh. I mean the first one.
Well, you'll have a lot of fun. Professor
Walsh, she's quite a character.
You've taken it?
I'm a T.A. I'll be helping the professor
out. I'm sorry, I've forgotten my manners
in all the concussion. I'm Riley.
Willow. And this is my friend Buffy.
It's nice to meet you both.
I'm nice to meet.
Before Buffy can work out what went wrong with that sentence, Willow continues.
Do you know if we're gonna cover
operant conditioning in the first semester?
I heard that was kind of Professor Walsh's
Absolutely. You know her treatise on
I know of it...
It's not on the syllabus but it's a fascinating
read, if you're into that sort of thing.
They have it here.
I'll show you.
The three of them start off together.
I don't meet a lot of freshmen that
know that much about psychology.
Well, it's fascinating.
Yeah, 'cause... you know, everyone's
got a brain...
Riley smiles politely at this lamest of comments. Buffy trails behind the other two, awed by her own ineptitude.
Or, almost everyone...
INT. BUFFY'S DORM ROOM/HALL OUTSIDE - DUSK
Buffy makes her way through yet more students to get to hr room. She enters to find her new roomie, KATHY, setting up her side of the room.
Oh! Are you Buffy?
Yeah, it's nice to meet you.
So. It's a pretty nice room.
I was surprised, 'cause you hear horror
stories about freshman housing. You
took the right side.
Uh, yeah, but if you wanted to be
on the right...
No no, I just wanted to make sure
that was what you wanted. Are
you excited for classes tomorrow?
I bet there's a lot of parties to go to
this week, too. Not that I'm a crazy
partier - and I'm not always this hyper,
either. I'm just excited.
I know. Me too.
As she continues to talk Kathy puts up a Backstreet Boys poster.
I'm really glad they put me with
someone cool. I can tell you're cool.
I just know this whole year is gonna
INT. BUFFY'S DORM ROOM - NIGHT - (NIGHT TWO)
Lights are out. It's two thirty in the morning. Buffy lies wide awake.
Kathy sleeps soundly, making smacking noises with her lips, plus the occasional snore and mutter. Superfun.
EXT. CAMPUS - DAY - (DAY THREE)
To establish. Students head for classes.
INT. LECTURE HALL - DAY
It's a large classroom. Like huge, and packed with students. Buffy takes a seat near the back as Professor RIEGERT talks. He is a charismatic, eccentric figure with a fairly booming voice.
The point of this course is not to
critique popular American culture, it
is not to pick at it or look down upon
it. And it is not to watch videos for credit.
The students laugh. Buffy turns to the students next to her and whispers:
Did he say if this course is full yet?
The point is to examine its structures,
its schemata and recurrent themes and
there are two people talking at once.
I know that one of them is me.
Buffy stops, looks around her.
The other is a blond girl. You.
Blond girl. Stand up.
Buffy does, meekly.
I'm very excited to hear what you
have to say that's worth interrupting
my lecture for.
Getting off to kind of a slow start.
I just didn't know if the class was still
open, if we could still sign up...
(holds up attendance sheet)
If your name isn't on this sheet then
you are wasting everyone's time. Are
you on the sheet?
No, but -- I was told that --
Do you understand? You are sucking
energy from everyone in this room.
You are taking their time, their energy.
They came here to learn. Get out.
I didn't mean... to suck...
Leave! Thank you.
Buffy leaves, too ashamed and hurt to speak.
INT. HALL/LECTURE HALL - DAY
Buffy glumly makes her way down the hall to her next class. She pauses, not sure where she is, as Riley comes up from nearby.
If you're looking for psych, it's through here.
They walk a bit.
How's your head?
Yesterday... in the store... You
Oh, no, sure I remember you. You're
My head's fine. It just stung for a bit
and I lost most of my basic motor
functions. No biggy.
They have entered the class.
We're here. I'm sorry, I'm trying to -
Right. Have fun.
Um, I'm just wondering - Professor
Walsh isn't planning to yell at me
and kick me out of her class, is she?
It's not on her lesson plan...
She turns to see Willow waving for Buffy to sit with her and Oz. As Buffy takes her seat, Professor MAGGIE WALSH sweeps into the room. She is a down to earth, likable woman in her fifties. As smart as she is strong willed. She peers at her students a moment as they quiet down.
How was Pop Culture?
I decided not to take it. It seemed dull.
Okay. This is Psych 105, Introduction
to Psychology. I'm Professor Walsh.
Those of you who fall into my good
graces will come to know me as
Maggie. Those of you who don't will
come to know me by the nickname
my T.A.'s use and think I don't know
about, the Evil Bitch-Monster of Death.
Some laughs. Buffy is too twitchy to laugh herself. She realizes she's in for some tough sledding here.
Make no mistake: I run a hard class.
I assign a lot of work, I talk fast and I
expect you to keep up. If you're
looking to coast through this, I
recommend Geology 101. It's
where the football players are.
EXT. PATH IN WOODS ON CAMPUS - NIGHT - (NIGHT THREE)
Buffy walks. She stops, looks around her. The end of a perfect day: she's lost.
Frustrated, she continues. Looking about her for a signpost or anything, she suddenly bumps (MUSICAL STING) into the innocuous figure of EDDIE.
She jumps back, startled, as does he.
Oh. Wow. Sorry.
No, I'm sorry. Wasn't looking.
Did you, uh, lose your way?
No, no, I'm just heading to Fischer
Hall, it's right... uh, I know it's... on
the Earth planet, I'm sure of that...
Recently voted Most Pathetic, uh huh.
(shows her map)
Well, I'm lost, and I have a map, so...
Ooh! I come in second.
She comes next to him and looks at the map.
I'm Buffy, by the way.
Eddie. Edward. I mean - Edward.
But I aspire to be Eddie.
Okay, here's Fischer Hall...
Yeah, and this is Dunwirth, that's my
dorm, but it's us I can't find.
Are we the blue part?
Yes. Okay, I came from here, so, we
go... that way.
To the bike path.
You sound very certain. I'm in.
They start walking.
Are you taking Psych 105 with
Yeah. I mean, I'm gonna try. She's not
afraid of the long words, is she?
She's pretty intense. A lot of the courses
are really tough.
I'm a little upset. I had it on good
authority this was a party school.
I think it gets easier.
Yeah, I still feel like carrying around
a security blanket.
Of Human Bondage. Have you ever
(never heard of it)
No, I'm not big on... porn... I mean
I've cut way back.
No, there's no actual bondage. It's
just a novel. I've read it like ten times,
I always take it everywhere. Security
Oh. I don't really have one - unless
you count Mr. Pointy.
Hey, bike path!
They have come to the bike path. They stop and Buffy hands Eddie the map.
Thanks. It's nice to know I'm not the
only entirely confused person on campus.
I suspect there's a lot of us.
I'll look for you in Psych.
Yeah, maybe we can help each other
figure out what the hell they're talking
Maybe even make it through the year.
They part ways, both somewhat reassured by the encounter. Camera follows Eddie as he walks away, then turns back to look at the departing figure of Buffy. Possible crush formation.
He turns around and bumps into someone else.
She's about the age of a senior, and has been for more than thirty years. Face very white, lips very red, attitude very dangerous. Punked out, schoolgirl style, and flanked by three big vamps. Her name is SUNDAY, and she leers at little Eddie with predatory glee.
As Eddie steps back, terrified...
Did you lose your way?
INT. EDDIE'S DORM ROOM - NIGHT
It's a single, empty and dark. Suddenly the four vampires who were with Sunday SWEEP in, two with boxes. The four of them instantly start packing up the place. Two fill boxes, one throws stuff on the bed, one pulls down the posters. We
TIME CUT to a minute later as they are finishing. The guy who threw the stuff on the bed pulls the blanket up around it and ties it into a bundle. Hoists it as they go.
Poster guy has been scribbling something. He is the last to go, dropping it on the now bare bed as they file out. A note, on a single piece of loose-leaf.
INT. LECTURE HALL - DAY - (DAY FOUR)
The class is filing out. Maggie and Riley confer at her desk as Buffy cranes to find Eddie.
Looking for someone?
You've made a friend? Good for you.
Buffy is distracted as she says it. Where is Eddie?
INT. EDDIE'S DORM ROOM/HALL OUTSIDE - DAY
Buffy is entering Eddie's room as his R.A. talks to her.
Yeah, Eddie just took off. Packed his
stuff, left a note. It happens sometimes.
Some people just can't handle it.
There's always a few kids lose it early
in the first semester and bail. The weak
ones, I guess.
He wanders off. Buffy looks about at the
empty room, feeling pretty weak herself. She sits on the
She pulls out Eddie's copy of Of Human Bondage. Turns it over in her hand, suspicion growing on her face.
INT. ABANDONED FRAT - DAY
Lies dead in the corner. A vampire passes him, taking us across the room.
The place is somewhat trashed, artsy murals and graffiti on the peeling walls. Piles of stuff taken from years of Freshmen rooms. That rock and roll music the kids are listening to nowadays blasts from a box.
At one end of the great hall sits Sunday, going through Eddie's CD's.
Boring, boring, slightly less boring,
boring, astonishingly boring... we gotta
kill some cool people. Will someone
She is answered by DAV, another girl vamp and basic Sunday wannabe, who is trying on one of Eddie's sweaters.
You're the one who said pick on the
weak ones. Thin the herd and all that.
Does this sweater make me look fat?
No, the fact that you're fat makes
you look fat. The sweater makes you
You're such a loser.
Hey. Words can hurt like a fist.
Check it out.
ROOKIE is male, and basically a stoner in vampface. (They are all in vampface except Sunday.) (And just for the record, there's another vamp: Tom. He won't speak.)
Rookie holds a rolled up poster.
Do we have a Klimt?
He unrolls the poster -- it is indeed the Klimt painting of a kiss.
A big score for Klimt!
He crosses to a wall that is plastered with posters -- Klimt kisses on one side, Monet water lilies on the other. In between is a small dry erase message board with totals tallied up.
Monet still well in the lead, but look
out for team Klimt coming from behind.
He sticks up the poster with a staple gun, marks the addition on the board.
Freshmen, Man, they're so predictable.
And you can never eat just one.
Yeah, I'm hungry.
What a shock. We eat when I saw we eat.
We could hit the tunnels...
We eat --
She goes Vampface --
--WHEN I SAY WE EAT!
Shakes it off.
God, lighten up.
I think it's funny when you scream.
It's like, whoah...
I need better lackeys. I swear. I
shouldn't even bring you guys on
Great. Why don't you let dead Eddie
get your dinner?
That's pretty much the plan.
And as she says it, the camera races back to dead Eddie, as his eyes suddenly snap open.
INT. GILES' APARTMENT - DAY
The door is slightly ajar, so Buffy swings it open, calling:
There is no answer. Music plays, a Van Morrison album that perhaps has drowned her out. She enters, looking up towards the bed area, and so does not notice OLIVIA in the kitchen until she actually speaks.
Rupert, is this blue cheese, or it is
just cheese that's gone blue?
Buffy turns as Olivia emerges from the kitchen, wedge in hand.
She is fairly striking, black, somewhat younger than Giles but old enough to see Buffy as nothing more than a child. She wears an oxford shirt that may well be Giles', and as far as we can see, nothing else.
The two women regard each other, surprise on both sides.
You're not Giles.
You're not Giles either -- unless he
had a much more interesting week
than I did.
Olivia smiles at that.
The door was open, I just -- Giles
does still live here, right?
Giles emerges from the back room, wearing a dressing gown over his clothes -- elegant, but decidedly casual.
He appears. Rupert, you have a guest.
Is this a bad time?
No, uh, forgive me. This is Olivia.
Old friend, stopping over for a few
Couldn't pass through Sunny Cal
without looking up old Ripper.
Buffy is a... was a student of mine.
And how is University?
Kind of like high school. In the sense
of that I sort of need help.
Ah. Help. Yes.
But this looks like a bad time.
No, you guys talk. I'll go slip into
something a little less comfortable.
She exists into the back.
So, trouble with your, uh, studies?
It's a bad time.
You keep saying that.
Well, it looks pretty bad! I think someone
has just a little too much free time on
I'm not supposed to have a private life?
No, because you're very very old and
Well, before I succumb to the ravages
of age, why don't you tell me what
brings you here.
There's a student missing.
Eddie. He's supposed to have left
school, but I don't think he did. I met
him outside last night -- I went back
there and right near where I saw him
there was a struggle.
You suspect vampire activity?
That was my first thought. Actually,
that was my only thought.
What do you mean, "and"? And we
need to stop them! Eddie's R.A. said
kids disappear a lot. There could be a
group of vampires working the campus.
We need research, and charts and stuff.
I'm still not sure where I come in.
You haven't described anything you
can't do yourself.
Okay, remember before you became
Hugh Hefner, when you were a watcher?
Officially, you no longer have a watcher.
Buffy, you know I will always be here
when you need me. Your safety is more
important to me than anything. But
you are going to have to look after
yourself. You're out of school now
and I can't always be there to guide
Oh. Okay. I'm sorry to bug you.
No. You're right. I can deal. I was
just... yeah. I'm on it. Thanks.
I'm here if you need me.
She exits. Giles looks after her, concerned, as Olivia enters the room more fully dressed.
So. Did you help her out?
I'm not sure.
EXT. CAMPUS - NIGHT (NIGHT FOUR)
Buffy is dressed for hunting, but there are quite a few people out. She wanders a bit, brow furrowed.
How am I supposed to hunt in this
mob? Don't you people have homes?
She stops, sees:
Off in the distance. He seems to spot her --
--and then takes off. Buffy gives chase.
EXT. ANOTHER, MORE SECLUDED PART OF CAMPUS - MOMENTS LATER
Buffy turns a corner, easily catching up with Eddie.
Eddie, wait up! God, I was worried
something had happened to you and
yes of course did because you're a vampire.
This last because she has spun him around and been confronted by a grinning vampface.
He lunges for her. She easily throws him, whipping out a stake.
You will be.
He rises slowly, a new appraisal of the girl in his eyes. He charges her again -- she dusts him easily. Buffy looks down at his ashes, alone.
Except for the five vamps who step out of the shadows, surrounding her. Sunday is directly behind, and it is she who guesses first.
Wow, I heard you might be coming
here. This is -- well, I mean, what a
challenge. A slayer.
She just can't keep the boredom out of her voice.
And you are...
I'm Sunday. I'll be killing you in a
minute or so.
You know, that threat gets more
frightening every time I hear it.
Are we gonna fight, or is there just
gonna be a monster sarcasm rally?
I'm in for a piece.
Everyone gets to play...
She's putting on an act -- she's actually unnerved by the odds here. And Sunday can smell it.
Guys. This is totally mine.
Okay, but you gotta share the eatins',
'cause I'm thinking slayer blood's gotta
be, whoah, like thai stick.
I thought people in college were
supposed to get smarter.
I think you had a lot of misconceptions
about college. Like that anyone would
be caught dead wearing that.
Buffy looks down at her outfit, genuinely concerned -- and looks back up to Sunday's fist smashing her face.
Buffy flies back, hits the ground. She scrambles back up but Sunday is on her, easily dominating with rain of well placed blows.
Don't take this the wrong way, but --
A SLAMMING fist to the face --
You fight like a girl.
Buffy comes back, gets a couple of good shots in -- then Sunday grabs her arm and pulls it out, slams her hand on it. We hear something splinter and Buffy SCREAMS. Another blow and she drops to her knees, holding her useless left arm.
Did you think you were gonna show
up on my campus and just swing with
the In Crowd?
Kick to the face. Buffy rolls away, comes up breathing hard. Bloodied and broken.
Come on. What do you got?
Sunday is all glee, waiting for Buffy's move.
Buffy turns and runs away.
The other vampires start to give chase, but quit pretty quickly.
ANGLE: ON CAMPUS
Clear of the vampires, Buffy continues running for her life. Terrified, defeated.
Watches with utter contempt the place where Buffy fled.
INT. BUFFY'S DORM ROOM - NIGHT
Kathy lies sleeping, occasionally snorting and making teethgrindy noises.
Buffy s sitting on her bed, tending her wounds. Her left arm is clearly in a lot of pain -- she flexes it and winces, settling it gently in her lap. She looks out the window, saying nothing.
EXT. CAMPUS - DAY - (DAY FIVE)
Buffy walks slowly. She sees Willow and Oz across the quad. A moment's hesitation. She puts her hand to her bruised cheek.
She takes off, making sure they don't see her.
INT. ABANDONED FRAT - DAY
LAUGHTER fills the hall, as the vampires sit around discussing the fight with Buffy.
No, the best part was when you ragged
on her clothes. She was all like, "nooo,
not the ensemble..."
Those jeans? With the little patches?
She has no one to blame but herself.
I heard they're coming back.
Not if I kill every single person who
Still think you should have let us have
a piece. Could have finished her off.
Oh, she's not lasting the night! She's
a done deal.
In face.... guys, you're gonna hit the
INT. BUFFY'S KITCHEN - DAY
Buffy enters through the back.
There is no reply. Buffy moves through the kitchen, looking at everything, taking comfort from home.
INT. UPSTAIRS HALL/BUFFY'S BEDROOM - MOMENTS LATER - DAY
Buffy crests the stairs (despite the lack of a pit) just as Joyce emerges from the bedroom (despite the lack of a bedroom).
Buffy! Honey, how are you?
She gives a big ol' comforting momhug.
How's college? Have you been
They started it.
As long as you're being careful... I
didn't think you'd show here for a
Well, I didn't have classes today, and
everything is so hectic, I just thought
it'd be nice to come home and crash for
She is at this point looking at her room.
ANGLE: HER ROOM
Is entirely filled with crates, objects d'art, and no small amount of packing straw.
Uh, well, yeah... I really didn't think
you'd be back for a couple of weeks...
I didn't move anything of yours, it's
still your room.
You've filled it with packing crates.
But I didn't move anything...
If it's still my room, shouldn't I be
able to fit in it?
It's just for a couple of weeks while
we do inventory at the gallery. I really
didn't think you'd be coming back so
Neither did I.
INT. BUFFY'S KITCHEN - DAY
Buffy is leaving, stops to get an apple from the fruit bowl and does not eat it.
The phone rings. Buffy moves to it and picks it up.
The person on the other end hangs up. Buffy hangs up herself, and after a moment she exits, depositing the apple back in the bowl.
INT. BUFFY'S DORM ROOM/HALL - AFTERNOON (DAY)
Buffy makes her way down the hall and opens the door to her dorm room. She enters to see her side of the room completely cleared out -- in exactly the same manner Eddie's was.
Kathy is nowhere to be seen. Buffy takes a note off her bed, sits as she reads it. From her face, it's clear it's more or less the same as Eddie's.
ANGLE: THE NOTE
In a fair approximation of Buffy's handwriting, it reads:
"This is all just too much for me. I have decided to take off. Sorry I didn't have time to say goodbye but I need to be by myself. Good luck this year. Buffy."
A little death sentence from Sunday.
INT. BRONZE - NIGHT - (NIGHT FIVE)
A sad, slow, Splendid song is being performed on stage as Buffy walks in.
She makes her way through the crowd, passively seeking a familiar face, or at least a familiar vibe. She takes a seat not far from the stage, looks at the crowd. Suddenly she spots:
In the crowd, turning about almost seeing her.
She starts to rise, emotion blooming on her face, when she realizes it's just:
ANGLE: SOME GUY THAT LOOKS LIKE ANGEL
Buffy settles back, disappointed. Doesn't even notice the guy next to her till he starts talking.
The whole world in front of her, and
she comes back to this dive.
When did you get back?
Couple of days ago.
You freak of nature! Why didn't you call?
I knew you guys were starting the
whole college adventure, I didn't
want to, you know, help you move.
She hits him playfully.
I missed you. How was your trip? Is
America nice? I hear it's nice.
There was some purple mountains
majesty, I'm gonna have to say.
What'd you do? What'd you see?
Come on, tell!
You saw the Grand Canyon...
Well, I saw the movie "Grand Canyon".
On cable. Really lame.
(a little confused)
Basically I got as far as Oxnard and
the engine fell out of my car. And that
was literally, so I ended up washing
dishes at the fabulous "Ladies Night"
club for about a month and a half while
I tried to pay for the repairs. Nobody
really bothered me or spoke to me there
until one night one of the male strippers
called in sick and no power on this
Earth will make me tell you the rest of
that story. Suffice to say I traded in my
car for one that wasn't made entirely of
rust and came trundling back home to the
arms of my loving parents and everything's
exactly as it was except I sleep in the
basement and I have to pay rent. How's
No power on this Earth.
Okay. College is great.
Uh huh. Once more with even less
She sits again, and he comes around and sits next to her.
No, really. Willow's in heaven -- Oz
got this great off-campus house with
And you're sitting alone at the Bronze
looking like you were just diagnosed
with cancer of the puppy.
It's just... it's this vampire. She took
me down, and I'm not sure how to
Then where's the gang? Avengers
assemble, let's get it going.
I don't want to bug them... just starting
school, they don't need this...
Okay, Buff. What's the what here.
I don't know, I just... what if I can't cut it.
Can't cut what? Slaying?
Buffy, this is all about fear. It's
understandable, but you can't let it
control you. Fear leads to anger.
Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to
anger... no wait... Fear leads to hate,
hate leads to the dark side... hold on...
Hate... no First you get the women,
then you get the money, then you
get... okay forget that.
Well, thanks for the dada-ist pep
talk. I feel much more abstract.
The point is, you're Buffy!
Yeah, sure, in high school I was Buffy...
And what, in college you're Betty
Yes, I'm Betty Louise Plotnik of
Blue Falls Missouri. Or I might
as well be.
Buffy, I've been through some fairly
dark times in my life. Faced some scary
things, among them the kitchen of the
fabulous "Ladies Night" club. Let me
tell you something. When it's dark and
I'm all alone, and I'm scared or
freaking out or whatever, I always
think, "What would Buffy do?"
You're my hero.
Buffy soaks this in, looks at him.
Okay, sometimes when it's dark and
I'm alone I think, "What is Buffy
Can that be one of those things you
never ever tell me about?
It's a deal.
He stands, all momentum.
Let's put this bitch in the ground,
what do you say?
I think I say thank you.
And nothing says "thank you" like
dollars in the waistband. Okay. What
do we do first?
INT. ADMINISTRATION OFFICE - NIGHT
A portion of the door has been punched out and it is ajar. By the light of a single lamp and a computer screen, Buffy and Xander work. Her at the computer, him at files and newspapers.
Kids disappearing every year. Not
too many. Just enough so everyone
believes they up and left.
I can't believe the vampires took your
stuff. Murder I expect, but petty larceny
just seems so... petty.
Well, they have to be keeping it
somewhere. On campus or real near by.
How far back do the disappearances
Seems like they weren't too common
till like '82.
Magic number. Check it out.
Buffy comes to his side, reads:
Psi-Theta loses its charter, building to
be closed for renovation.
1982. And look here.
He pulls a later paper:
The former psi-Theta fraternity house
lies dormant while zoning issues drag
on before the city council... I think we
have a winner.
Looks pretty cherry...
You up for a little reconnaissance?
You mean where we all a paint and
sculpt and stuff like that?
No, that was the renaissance.
It's been a long week. Let's go
look at the house.
Off they go.
EXT. CAMPUS - NIGHT
Buffy and Xander make their way to the outskirts of campus, come to an old boarded up building.
EXT. ROOF OF ABANDONED FRAT - MOMENTS LATER - NIGHT
Buffy and Xander crest the roof. Buffy climbs onto the skylight.
INT. ABANDONED FRAT - NIGHT
FROM BUFFY'S POV. The vampires go over her stuff.
EXT. ROOF OF ABANDONED FRAT - NIGHT
Oh. OH! That's my skirt. You'll never
fit in that with those hips!
Xander joins her.
We have to kill them.
We need weapons.
I don't see my trunk down there. It
was under my bed. If they missed it -
Mr. Gordo! Get your filthy -- ooh!
Okay. Go to my room. If my weapons
trunk isn't there, try Willow's. I'll
keep an eye on these -- my diary...
that's so unfair...
He takes off. Buffy continues to watch as
ANGLE: BUFFY'S POV
Sunday pulls a blouse out of a box and starts laughing, showing it to everyone.
Laugh all you want. This time, we
play it my way, and the rules are
just a little bit --
The skylight collapses.
INT. ABANDONED FRAT - NIGHT
The vamps scatter as Buffy falls right in front of them in a shower of glass and wood. She lands badly on her left arm, pain shooting through her as she looks up helplessly at the five monsters.
INT. ABANDONED FRAT - NIGHT
Buffy rolls over, tries to get up. Her left arm touches the ground and she winces, nearly screaming in agony.
Sunday approaches, flanked by vamps.
Who the hell...
She sees it's Buffy.
Say, don't I know you from beating
the crap out of you?
Buffy scrambles away, backed up against the wall.
Just thought I'd drop in... get it?
Drop in?? Boy. Tough room.
She smiles pathetically, looks about for a weapon, anything.
I have to say, you've really got me
now. This is a diabolical plan. Throw
yourself at my feet with a broken arm
and no weapons of any kind, how
am I ever gonna get out of this one?
You've got a nice setup here.
But you made one mistake.
(coming in close)
Really? What was that?
(dropping the act)
Well, I'm not actually positive yet,
but statistically speaking, people
usually make at least --
Sunday PUNCHES her in the face.
INT. BUFFY'S DORM ROOM - NIGHT
Kathy is talking with Oz and Willow, as they all puzzle Buffy's empty space.
It seemed kind of weird.
(looking over the note)
Weird's a pretty good word for it.
Buffy would never just take off. It's
just not in her nature except for that
one time she disappeared for several
months and changed her name but
there were circumstances then. There's
Does Buffy have a history of emotional
problems? 'Cause on my request form
I was pretty specific about a stable
I don't think this is her writing.
I bet there were circumstances. We've
probably been so wrapped up in our
own petty lives that we totally missed
the circumstances. We're bad friends.
Let's think this through.
How can you be so calm?
Long, arduous hours of practice. Now
either Buffy took off, or she's been
robbed, or --
It's a prank!
He comes in, hugs Willow.
How are my guys!?
He moves from Will to Kathy, hugs her hard, suddenly realizing:
I don't know you, do I?
And this is very intrusive, isn't it.
He pulls away.
He turns to Oz.
Do we hug?
I think we're too manly.
What's a prank?
Prank? Oh! The room! Some friends
of Buffy's played a funny joke, they
took her stuff and now she wants us
to help get it back from her friends
who sleep all day and have no tans.
Oh, those friends.
They're funny guys.
Xander looks under the bed. Nothing there.
So they took the chest. Well, let's go
then and go to our friend. It was nice
meeting you, Kathy.
You too. Stop by sometime.
They file out.
INT. HALL OUTSIDE BUFFY'S DORM ROOM - CONTINUOUS (NIGHT)
The three pick up speed.
Let's go to Will's, get supplies.
Is Buffy in danger?
She's in a holding pattern. We've got
INT. ABANDONED FRAT - NIGHT
Buffy is slammed to the ground. She sees in front of her:
ANGLE: BUFFY'S WEAPONS TRUNK. Under some of her other stuff. She crawls towards it.
Sunday steps between her and it and picks up something else: Buffy's Class Protector umbrella.
Oh, this is my favorite item. What
better way to say, I am the very most
You don't want to touch that.
This arm's not looking so good. It
might have to come off.
Buffy is getting fed up.
You wanna know the truth?
I only need one.
And before Sunday can react Buffy decks her, spin kicks -- starts a furious assault on the vampire. One solid kick sends Sunday to the ground. She comes back up in vampface and Buffy hits her again.
Dav attacks Buffy from the rear but Buffy is ready for her, flips her into the corner.
This is starting to suck...
Sunday comes back up but Buffy is a one armed machine, sends her back. Buffy grabs a tennis racket and BREAKS it over the face of Dav, who flees. Buffy now has a stake. Tom, Jerry and Rookie edge towards exits as well.
ANGLE: the entrance.
As the three vamps come toward it, it bursts open. Xander, Willow and Oz rush in and engage Jerry and Rookie. Willow puts a crossbow bolt into Rookie's heart as Xander and Oz take out Jerry. Tom makes it out the door at top speed.
Approaches a shaken Sunday.
When you look back at this, in the
three seconds it takes to turn to dust,
I think you'll find the mistake was
touching my stuff.
Sunday attacks, Buffy parries, Sunday grabs her stake hand -- then viciously squeezes her other arm. Buffy blanches. The stake stops.
What about breaking your arm?
She squeezes harder.
How does that feel?
Let me answer that question with a
And she does, sending Sunday staggering back.
And for the record, the arm is hurt.
She PUNCHES Sunday with her LEFT ARM, sending Sunday literally across the room.
It's not broken.
Sunday lands in a pile of old freshman possessions. She slowly scrambles out.
Buffy turns to her friends as they come from the door. Back to Sunday, she picks up her racket stake.
Hey, Buff. You need a hand?
Sunday rises behind her, several yards away.
Buffy spins the stake in her hand. Backhand HURLS it across the room without even looking at her target.
It hits Sunday in the chest, driving her back into the wall, into dust.
A moment, as the group settles into victory.
INT. CAMPUS OUTSIDE ABANDONED FRAT - NIGHT
The group exit the frat, all laden down with Buffy's stuff.
So, all that other stuff in there, that's
just gonna sit there, right? I mean,
nobody owns it in the strictest sense...
Seems wrong somehow.
Dibs on the rowing machine.
He runs up to her, out of breath, laden with weapons.
What's with the arsenal?
Buffy, I've been up all night. I know
I'm supposed to teach you self-reliance,
but I'm not leaving you out there to
fight alone. The hell with what's right!
I'm ready to back you up. Let's find
that evil and fight it together.
Great. Thanks. We'll get right on that.
They walk on, Giles joining them.
The evil is this way?
My room is.
Giles, can you get this box on top?
He helps Will with her burden.
College not that scary after all, huh?
It's turning out to be a lot like high
school. Which I can handle. You
know, at least I know what to expect.
EXT. ANOTHER PART OF CAMPUS - NIGHT
Tom, The silent vampire, makes his way through the shadows, afraid for his life. He stops. Hears something. Turns.
A TASER shoots out at him, wires attaching to his body and sending massive jolts of electricity through his body. He collapses to the ground, unable to do anything but look. He sees:
ANGLE: THREE FIGURES
Emerging from the darkness. They are dressed much like commandoes -- camouflage pants, sweaters -- with ski masks and infrared goggles covering their entire faces. The two not carrying the taser carry shiny hightech rifles. They all move silently, gracefully, approaching the fallen vampire.
His paralyzed face. His terrified eyes.