(October 8, 1999)
Written by: David Fury
INT. XANDER'S BASEMENT - NIGHT
We see Xander sticking a knife directly at camera. Pull back through the eye-hole of a pumpkin to watch from inside the pumpkin face as Xander carves at it, framed in the pumpkin's sorry face.
I dunno, I was going for ferocious scary,
but it's coming out more dryly sardonic.
CUT OUT to Xander, WILLOW and OZ, sitting on a blanket spread across the floor, carving pumpkins. We immediately realize our view has been through the "eyes" of Xander's lamely sculpted JACK-O'-LANTERN, which the three scrutinize.
It does appear to be mocking
you with its eye-holes.
Yet its nose-hole seems sad and
full of self-loathing.
What do you think, Buff?
ON BUFFY, pensive, lying on her side. Her hand is feeling around in the bowl of PUMPKIN PULP.
Just thinking about the life of
a pumpkin. Grow up in the sun,
happily entwined with others…
Then somebody comes along,
cuts you open and rips your guts out.
She pulls out a handful. The others warily share a look.
O-kay. And on that happy note…
Got a treat for tomorrow night's
second annual Halloween screening, people:
(grabs video box)
Prepare to have your spines tingled
and your gooses bumped by the terrifying…
(reading box spine)
You know, maybe it's 'cause
of all the horrific things we've
seen, but hippos wearing tutus just don't
unnerve me like they used to.
Phantasm! This was supposed
to be Phantasm. Stupid video store.
But anyway I thought we were
doing the Alpha Delt thing.
The scary house? It sounds a little lame.
It actually borders on fun. You have
to go through the whole scary house
maze to get to the party and it's usually
worth getting to. Those guys go all out.
As witnessed last Friday.
Yeah? What? There's a party?
Didn't we tell you?
It's cool. You guys have a little
college thing. Hey, fine by me.
I got better things to do than tag
along to some fraternity-
You can come.
But only because I lied about having
better things to do.
ON BUFFY, pensive.
A blast will be had by all.
Buffy gets up.
I'm gonna get going.
Now? The night's…
(checks his watch)
Okay, a little mature, but still…
I'm sleepy. But you guys have fun.
You want me to come with?
(shaking her head)
She exits. The others share a concerned look.
She didn't even touch her pumpkin.
(eyeing it, disturbed)
It's a freak with no face.
Our girl's still suffering from
a little post-Parker depression.
Bailing on the Buff. Does anyone
else wanna smack that guy?
A show of hands.
EXT. SUNNYDALE STREET - NIGHT
Buffy walks casually along the quiet suburban street, lost in thought. A gentle WIND blows, rustling the shrubbery, allowing just the right touch of schmuck bait.
TWIG SNAPS and Buffy raises her eyes on alert. She scans her surroundings, listening. From out of the bushes springs--
A DEMON. Buffy steps back, startled, and PALMS HIM HARD in the face. He staggers back.
Ow! Geez, that hurts!
The demon reaches up and RIPS OFF his face. It's a rubber mask and underneath a young TEENAGE BOY, cupping his nose.
What the hell is wrong with you?
Before Buffy can explain or apologize, he runs off.
(under her breath)
That's what I'd like to know.
INT. ROCKET CAFÉ/HALLWAY - DAY
PANNING ACROSS the mid-morning bustle of students, we find Buffy and Willow, on line, loading up on edibles.
I've got the basics down: levitation,
charms, glamours… I just feel like
I've plateaued, wicca-wise.
What's the next level?
Bringing forth something
from nothing… It gets you
pretty close to the primal
forces. A little scary…
Nobody's pushing, Will.
If it's too much, don't do it.
"Don't do it?" What kind
of encouragement is that?
This an "encourage me" talk?
I thought it was a "share my pain."
Oz joins them, overhearing.
I don't know. Then again,
what's college for if not
I can handle it. I'll know
when I've reached my limit.
Oh. Didn't encourage her, did you?
Where's supportive boyfriend guy?
Picking up your dry-cleaning.
But he told me to tell you he's
afraid you're going to get hurt.
Brutus. Caesar, betrayal,
trusted friend, backstabby…
No, I'm with you on the reference,
but I'm not gonna lie about the fact
that I worry. I know what it's like to
have power you can't control. Every
time I start to wolf out I touch something
deep dark… it's not fun. But whatever
you decide, you know I'll back your play.
There is a hugly moment between them. Buffy smiles.
See? Concerned boy is sweet boy.
I know. I kinda like him worrying anyway…
As they talk, Buffy hears LAUGHTER. She turns to see
PARKER, entering the dining hall with a few friends, having a good time. Nothing weighing heavy on that conscience.
BUFFY, anxious and uncomfortable, turns to Willow and Oz.
You know, I'm… I forgot to… be hungry…
The hell with it. She abruptly bails, abandoning her tray.
Willow looks at Oz, then follows Buffy outside the café.
Buffy, don't let jerky Parker chase you away…
He didn't. Just don't want to deal right now. Taking
a little holiday from dealing, happily vacationing
in the land of not coping.
Know what? You're gonna feel better after the
party tonight. Maybe you'll even meet someone.
Willow, I don't want to meet someone.
I've reached my quota on someones.
Anyway, I think I should probably patrol.
Tonight? But, it's Halloween.
I'll double-check with Giles, but I'm pretty
sure he'll want me on active Slayer duty.
He doesn't really care about the whole
EXT./INT. GILES' APARTMENT - DAY
Buffy's on the front porch as the door opens revealing
GILES, holding a bowl of candy, and wearing a huge SOMBRERO.
Happy Hal-lo, Buffy.
Oh. My. God.
An awkward beat.
It's a sombrero.
And it's on your head.
It seemed festive. Come in.
She enters and discovers some cheap Halloween decorations in his foyer. She looks at him and he holds out the bowl.
Giles, what is going on here?
You hate Halloween.
I've never said any such thing.
As my watcher duties took
precedence, I simply hadn't
taken the time to embrace its
inherent charms. Until now. Look!
He turns on his shaking Frankenstein doll. The doll immediately starts to DANCE as TINNY MUSIC ("Monster Mash") emanates from it.
Heh heh… see how he… shakes…
(turns it off)
Right, is there something you wanted?
Thinking I should patrol tonight.
Maybe stake out the cemetery,
or some of the more inviting-
(re: his hat)
Could you please take that off?
I see. Is there some specific
danger you're sensing?
No. But then we were caught
off guard when your pal Ethan
turned everyone into their costumes.
True. But what happened then
was anomalous. Creatures of the
night shy away from Halloween.
They find it all much too crass.
Hard to believe.
I promise you, there's little chance
of any supernatural activity tonight.
Buffy looks disappointed.
EXT. ALPHA DELT FRAT HOUSE - DAY
INT. FRAT HOUSE - FRONT HALL - DAY
Boys are decorating. Two move a keg through the hall. Josh is setting up the skeleton. A frat brother, EDWARD, comes up bearing spiders in plastic bags and an old book.
I come bearing spiders.
The sound system's not gonna
cut it. It's nothing but lame.
You want me to call Oz?
He can probably hook us up.
Do it. If we cannot scare the
young women, they will not fall
into our arms. We'll have womanless
arms. Halloween is not about thrills
and chills and funny costumes. It's
about getting laid.
Is there any holiday that's not about getting laid?
Arbor day. Call Oz.
Done. And, oh - hey. You wanted a
symbol to paint upstairs? Something mystical?
(opens book to large depiction of the Symbol of Gachnar)
Check this out.
INT. XANDER'S BASEMENT - DAY
CLOSE ON KEYS getting snatched up. PULL OUT to find Xander throwing on a jacket, pocketing his keys. He turns to the stairs and comes face to face with
ANYA, standing over him. Xander gasps with surprise.
(catching his breath)
Anya. You really gotta get this
knocking thing down. How did you-?
Your Uncle Roary let me in. Does he
always smell like peppermint?
The man likes his schnapps.
What are you doing here?
You haven't called. Not once.
You said you were over me.
And you just accepted that? I only
said what I thought you wanted to hear.
Well, that's the funny thing about me:
I tend to hear the actual words people
say and accept them at face value.
I accept that.
(with some affection)
I can't say seeing you falls into
the realm of a bad thing.
(off his nod)
I thought we could go out tonight for our anniversary.
It's been exactly one week
since we copulated.
(her eyes narrow)
Did you forget?
No! Of course not. It's just
that I already have plans
with Buffy, Willow and Oz.
It's Halloween, you know.
I don't understand.
Well, every October 31st, we mortals
dress up in masks and-
No, I understand that inane ritual. It's those people -
you continue to associate with them though you
share little in common.
What are you talking about?
I mean, they go to college, you don't.
They no longer live at home, you do…
Hey, those things… The bonds of true
friendship transcend any…
Could we just change the subject?
Okay, okay. Don't get upset with me.
I just wondered.
If you want, you can come with
me tonight to this party. You could
observe healthy human relationships
and catch a rare glimpse of the ever
elusive frat guy throwing up on himself.
You mean, like, a date? Is that what
this is? Are we dating?
There are definitely date-like qualities at work here.
She smiles, pleased. He escorts her up the stairs.
You'll need a costume.
Dress up. You know, something scary.
Scary. Scary how?
Anya, you - ex-demon - terrorized mankind for
centuries. I'm sure you'll come up with something.
INT. LECTURE HALL/HALLWAY - DAY
Post-class. RILEY confers with PROF WALSH at the podium. As a few students straggle out, Buffy enters, tentatively.
Excuse me, Professor Walsh…
Riley and Prof Walsh look over.
I came to pick up today's assignment.
I wasn't able to get to class because
of some personal-
(looks her over)
I count four limbs, a head, no visible
scarring so I assume your personal issue
was not a life threatening accident of any
kind and am therefore uninterested. You got
problems, solve them on your own time.
Prof Walsh gathers some papers, and moves to the exit.
Miss another class and you're out.
BUFFY stops holding her breath.
She means it, you know.
Yeah, I got the impression she wasn't
saying it to make me laugh.
You've got to be aware your work's
taken a little downturn lately. I can't
remember the last time I saw your hand up.
Does stretching count?
He smiles slightly.
Things get pretty intense freshman year,
as I dimly recall. Too much fun? Or not enough.
Well, you just gotta keep your priorities.
Professor Walsh is worth your time.
I'll do this stuff tonight.
It's Halloween. You're not gonna dress up and party?
I just have a lot of -
Look, I may be out of line here; it's not my business,
but you seem like the kind of person who makes things
hard on themselves. Halloween ain't a night for responsibility.
It's when the ghosts and goblins come out.
That's actually a misnomer -
Well, I didn't mean real ones. But there's
some good scary fun to be had on campus tonight.
What are you doing?
I'm gonna sit here and grade papers.
Well, thanks for the pep talk… coach.
Don't make fun. I worked long
and hard to get this pompous.
No. I mean it.
She goes. He sits behind the desk, looks out at the door a moment, then gets to work.
INT. FRAT HOUSE - ATTIC "GOAT ROOM" - DAY
SHOOTING DOWN on a dark floor, then PULL UP to reveal
An occult-ish SYMBOL, freshly painted on the wooden slatted floor, Chaz putting the finishing touches on it with a small brush; the occult book next to him, lying open.
ON OZ and XANDER as they enter, carrying a large AMP.
Watch where you're walking, guys.
Paint's still wet in spots.
Oz and Xander carefully step over the symbol and cross past
JOSH unwrapping plastic spiders on the floor.
Thanks for the loan, man. Our sound system sucks.
Mi Casio es su Casio.
They put down the amp. As Oz goes to work hooking up wires, Xander's attention is drawn to the icon.
Interesting little design. What's it mean?
No clue. Got it from that book.
(indicates a tome nearby)
Lotta cool stuff in there about -
Distracted, he goes to the bowl of grapes and picks one up.
Wow. Peeled. You guys know
how to spoil your guests.
Eyeballs, man. You blindfold chicks,
have 'em put their hands in the bowl,
then tell 'em it's eyeballs. They love that.
And here I was wasting time buying 'em flowers
and complimenting them on their shoes.
So you go through the whole house of
horrors downstairs and end up here.
Sweet. You fratly guys have a nice set up.
Hey, mighty mighty Alpha Delts.
You should think about pledging.
Before Xander can answer…
Xander's a civilian.
Ohh. Townie, huh? Didn't know.
He looked so normal.
Sure we should let him come to the party, Oz?
Xander's irritation has mounted.
Hey, standing right here!
Josh laughs. Xander forces a bitter chuckle. Oz smiles, tries the sound system. We hear ambient spooky noises: THUNDER, GHOSTLY MOANS, SCREAMS, etc.
Oz cocks his head. Xander notices.
Sensing a disturbance in the Force, Master?
Left speaker's sputtering a little.
He takes out a pocket knife, unfolds it and moves behind the offending piece of equipment.
And you think stabbing it is the proper response.
I'm trimming the wire. There
might be a short-
He sticks the side of his hand in his mouth.
Cut myself. It's okay.
CLOSE ON his smarting hand as he waves it, in pain.
SLO-MO as droplets of his blood are flung through the air, splashing down upon the painted floor. After a moment, BLUE SPARKS flare up at the points of the impact…
SHOOTING DOWN again on the symbol, as this BLUISH energy radiates throughout the symbol like an electrical charge. This time, as we PULL BACK, the CAMERA TURNS, skewing the image, as the spooky sound effects CD plays on.
Oz, you bleed to death,
I got dibs on your equipment.
PAN DOWN to the fallen TARANTULA, lying on the edge of the symbol. Unseen by anyone, a BLUE SPARK touches it. A beat. The spider MORPHS into a real tarantula and skitters away.
INT. BUFFY'S DINING ROOM - DUSK (PREVIOUSLY SCENE A)
EXTREME CLOSE-UP - BLOOD-RED. WIDEN to see it's red felt being pushed through a sewing machine as a NEEDLE pistons through it.
CUT OUT to find JOYCE sitting at the sewing machine. Buffy sits at the dining room table, wearing a simple off-white peasant dress.
Thanks again for doing this at the last minute.
I'm just glad I could find it.
She holds up a red, hooded cape.
Try it now. I let down the hem
and loosened it a little around the neck.
Buffy puts it on.
Joyce just looks at her, smiling wistfully. Buff notices.
Somebody's getting nostalgic face.
I'm sorry. You look just like that
little girl who wore this, what is it,
five, six years ago.
When Little Red Riding Hood
was the cutting edge in costumes.
Your father used to love taking you out.
Oh, he was such a pain! Twelve years old
and I can't go trick-or-treating by myself.
They're both laughing now.
He wanted to keep you safe.
Nuh-uh, he wanted the candy.
I was only the beard.
Not true. The candy was for me.
Your father loved spending time with you.
Buffy sobers a bit.
Not enough, I guess.
The lightness of the shared moment melts away as Joyce looks at her; Buffy suddenly self-conscious.
Boy, that just paved over
Memory Lane, didn't it?
You know the divorce had
nothing to do with you.
I don't know… I just kinda feel like
there's a pattern here. Open your heart
to someone and he… he bails on you.
Maybe it would be easier to just not let
anyone in anymore.
Joyce joins her.
I thought it would be easier.
(off her look)
You must have noticed I'm not
the social butterfly I was when
I was with your father. I don't
think I made one friend the year
we moved to Sunnydale.
Why was that?
Fear. I didn't believe I could trust
anyone again. It's taken time and
a lot of effort, but I've got a nice
circle of friends now. Don't get me
wrong, I'm still a little gun shy.
Certainly didn't help that my last
boyfriend turned out to be a homicidal robot.
This makes Buffy smile. Joyce takes her hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze.
But I'll always be here for you.
And you have Mr. Giles. And
your friends. You'll see. There's
nothing to be afraid of.
PUSH IN on Buffy, not entirely convinced.
EXT. CAMPUS GROUNDS - NIGHT
PANNING across the lighted paths, amide the happy SQUEALS and HOWLS of college kids having fun, we see
POCKETS OF HALLOWEEN REVELERS on their way to various parties and plans. Some of the trees have t.p. in them.
The PAN comes to rest on Buffy and Willow's dorm.
INT. BUFFY AND WILLOW'S DORM ROOM - NIGHT
Willow is on the phone, finishing putting on her costume.
No, I'll meet you at your place…
Yeah, Buffy said she was coming
but I haven't seen her. We have to
make sure she has fun. We have to
force fun upon her… yeah, and if
Parker shows up, we'll just, you know,
axe murder him! That's halloweeny.
'Kay. See you in a bit.
She hangs up, puts her hood up and enters into the
INT. BUFFY AND WILLOW'S DORM HALL - NIGHT
Closing the door as a male HALLMATE in drag approaches.
Willow! You gotta stop by the room.
Oh, the lord told me to lead the French
army in battle or I would…I love your
She walks down the hall, where everyone is going from room to room, excited, costumed. She passes a couple in a typical public college fight. He's a giant lobster, she's a big present.
I know you were flirting with her!
Do we have to do this every time?
I love you, you know that…
Willow exits the hall.
EXT. FRAT HOUSE - NIGHT - ESTABLISHING
The house is decked out in various holiday trappings. Candles burn along the walkway and in some windows. All the while, the pre-recorded SPOOKY NOISES emanate from within, as does the faint sound of some eerie ALTERNATIVE ROCK SONG…
INT. FRAT HOUSE - GOAT ROOM - NIGHT
…which now plays louder in Party Central, which is in three-quarter swing. A STROBE LIGHT flashes. MOVING THROUGH the party-goers, JOSH escorts RACHEL, who wears a blindfold. She is moving from bowl (spaghetti, a cauliflower head) to bowl (grapes). They're both giddy.
Okay, Rach. What's in the next one?
You guys are sick. This is so gross!!
Here. Give me your hand.
He takes her hand and directs it to the bowl of peeled grapes.
They're eyeballs, Rachel! Eyeballs! Ahhahaha!
They SHRIEK playfully as she lifts her blindfold and brings up a fistful. She looks at it for a beat and her smile melts.
RACHEL'S P.O.V. - A fistful of… EYEBALLS. REAL EYEBALLS.
ON RACHEL as her eyes go wide and she SCREAMS…
EXT.STREET - NIGHT
Blending into the SQUEALS of excited, young, Trick-or-treaters, making their way down the street. PANNING with them, we come to rest
ON BUFFY, in her full "Red-Riding Hood" attire and carrying a basket, waiting at a street corner.
Xander, wearing a classic black tuxedo, joins her.
(quite the wolf)
Whatchya got in that basket, little girl?
Just in case. Like the tux, Xander.
Bond. James Bond. Insurance, you know -
in case we all turn into our costumes again,
I'm going for cool secret agent guy.
Hate to break it to you, but you'll probably
end up cool head waiter guy.
As long as I'm cool and I wield some kind of power.
Willow and Oz arrive. She's dressed as "Joan of Arc." Oz appears to be in his street clothes.
Will… Medieval Will.
Hail, ye olde…varletty… thou.
I'm Joan of Arc. I figured we had a lot in common,
seeing as how I was almost burned at the stake. Plus
she had that close relationship with God.
And you are… ?
Oz places a sticky tag on his chest. A single word is written on it in black magic marker: "God."
They start walking up the street.
Wish I'd thought of that before I put
my deposit down. I could've been God.
As they come to another corner, which goes off into a slightly wooded area, they almost collide with
TWO COMMANDOS, night-goggled and ski-masked. The two groups stare at each other for a moment.
Like your outfits. Very stealthy.
The commandos look at each other, then drip back into the shadows. As our gang continues on…
What were they supposed to be?
ON XANDER, walking with the others.
Oh, yeah. I invited Anya to join us, but
she's having some trouble finding a scary
costume, so she's going to meet us there.
Perfect. Everybody's got a date
but third-wheel Buffy.
Buffy, you're not a third-wheel.
Technically speaking, you're a fifth wheel.
Willow elbows him, then takes Buffy's arm.
We're gonna have the best time.
INT. FRAT HOUSE - GOAT ROOM - NIGHT
PANDEMONIUM. Music from the CD player inexplicably blares BACKWARDS. A STROBE LIGHT provides the only illumination. Over everything, we hear a booming VOICE coming from nowhere - and everywhere.
FLASHES OF IMAGES:
-- People fleeing in terror. A few, including Josh and Chaz, make it out before the doors SLAM shut, trapping the rest.
-- A student lies dead in the corner, blood on her face.
-- Two sobbing COEDS, clinging to each other, cowering.
-- A FRAT GUY falls over a table, tipping it. Bowls of very real guts and brains fly off, spill everywhere. Now on the ground, he looks up as a SHADOW envelopes him and he SCREAMS.
-- the dead student's eyes snap open and she starts to giggle.
INT. FRAT HOUSE - HALL 1A - CONTINUOUS (NIGHT)
The strobe lights are going here as well for some reason.
Chaz runs, frantic - the camera CHASING him from behind, some ten feet or so off the ground.
INT. FRAT HOUSE - HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS (NIGHT)
Lights still strobing, a terrified Josh comes careening TOWARD CAMERA, throwing scared, startled, glances at the morbid Halloween dressings he passes, as if expecting them to attack. He rips the rasta wig and hat from his head.
Help me!! Oh God, help m-
Suddenly, with a YELP, he STUMBLES out of frame.
INT. FRAT HOUSE - FRONT HALL - CONTINUOUS (NIGHT)
(Strobe here as well). Josh trips over his own feet, and stumbles to the bottom, BREAKING HIS NECK.
EXT. FRAT HOUSE - NIGHT
Buffy, Oz, Willow and Xander arrive at the front door.
Let the horrors begin…
As the others enter, Buffy glances down at her feet.
BUFFY'S P.O.V. - A novelty RUBBER WELCOME MAT. The mat features the image of a drooling ghoul and reads: "HELL COME."
INT. FRAT HOUSE - FRONT HALL - NIGHT
They slowly make their way in. Except for the pre-recorded SPOOKY NOISES, it's quiet (as in no living soul). COBWEBS abound; as do ANIMAL BONE MOBILES. LIT CANDELABRAS cast long shadows across the walls and a fire burns in the FIREPLACE. There is no strobe, and no dead Josh.
The joint's not jumpin'. Where is everybody?
Oz indicates a large CANVAS draped in front of the staircase. Attached is a sign: "STAIRS OUT! DETOUR" with an arrow pointing down a hallway.
Follow the signs.
They move to the right, entering:
INT. FRAT HOUSE - HALL #1 - CONTINUOUS (NIGHT)
They cross toward the hallway, taking in all the "spooky" props, including a creepy dummy's head. Buffy smiles at the hokiness.
Terrifying. If I were Abbott and Costello,
this would be fairly traumatic.
She is caught in a cobweb, waves it off her.
That part was realistic.
Well, frat boys not obsessive with the cleaning.
That might not be decoration per se.
Out of the darkness…
THE SKELETON races toward them. Freaked, Xander staggers back just as it suddenly comes to a stop at the end of its track.
I wasn't scared. I was in the spirit.
We'll all back you up on that story, Xander.
Even if they question us separately -
Everyone else notices the tarantula crawling on her shoulder before she does. Various reactions cause her to look and SCREAM and shoo it off her. It scuttles away. She spins and dances in full spaz attack, looking to see if there are more on her.
Is it gone? Are there more? Is it off?
Okay, that is NOT sanitary.
Why don't we get to the party part of the party.
(as they go)
Are you sure they're off me?
INT. FRAT HOUSE - HALL #2 - A BIT LATER (NIGHT)
They turn a corner into here. Oz looks puzzled.
I thought this led…
He can't remember exactly. The group keeps moving till Buffy stops. Kneels. Touches the carpet.
What is it?
She looks at her hand.
Okay, actual creeps have been given.
Bravo frat boys -
Shh. Do you hear that? Sounds like "squeaking."
It's these rented shoes. Patent leather.
I asked the guy to break them in for me-
No. I hear it, too. Something else. Something like…
She slowly looks up. They all do. Hanging about three feet above their heads are a cluster of bats.
A moment of silence, and the bats DESCEND.
We hear HIGH-PITCHED SQUEAKS as the kids are set upon. Everyone swats at them, trying to beat them away. One flies into Buffy's hair, she pulls it off and throws it to the ground as the rest fly off. Oz looks at the downed bat, then picks it up.
Oz, don't. It might be-
Rubber. It's made of rubber.
They all share a look.
What the hell's going on?
Look, maybe it's nothing. Maybe it's
just a neat trick. Something done with wires or-
Amidst the pre-recorded NOISES, the BOOMING VOICE bellows:
Everyone looks around, then at each other.
Or it might be something else.
EXT. FRAT HOUSE - NIGHT
CLOSE ON big, pink, floppy feet, going up the walkway to the house. TRAVEL UP to discover
ANYA wearing a big, pink, floppy BUNNY SUIT. She arrives on the front porch and stops. She looks around, quizzically.
ANYA'S P.O.V. - the FRONT DOOR'S GONE. No doorway, no molding, just wall.
TILT DOWN to the "HELL COME" MAT, in front of solid wall.
ON ANYA. Not sure what to do, she pounds on the wall.
She moves around the side of the house, looking for some way in. She rounds the corner and hears… BANGING and YELLING. She steps back, looks up at the second floor and sees:
RACHEL, terrified, struggling to get the window open. She looks over her shoulder at some approaching evil and SCREAMS.
Help me! Somebody please help m-
Without warning, the window SHRINKS to nothing, swallowing up the screaming coed, leaving nothing but wall.
ON ANYA, stunned, and with only one burning concern.
She hurries off, with purpose.
INT. FRAT HOUSE - HALL #3/STAIRS/FRONT HALL - NIGHT
The kids come in through the opposite side they left from, stop to look.
REVERSE ANGLE - The staircase is gone. Only wall.
Where's the stairs?
Where's the door?
This is the way we came in, right?
We just went in a circle.
The SPOOKY SOUND EFFECTS shut off to everyone's relief.
Thank the Lord.
ON OZ, standing on a chair by a speaker - its wires torn out.
Hey, I have a neat idea.
Let's get out of here.
And you were so anxious for me to come.
I'm serious, Buffy. We don't know what
we're dealing with.
My turn, did anyone hear that?
Well, once I start dealing with it,
I'll get a good idea what it is I'm dealing…
(cocks an ear)
Do you hear something?
Like I said.
They hear a faint HISSING. Buffy searches for its source.
Sounds like a hissing.
It's like a "sss" noise.
(a little annoyed)
Thought the word "hissing"
kinda covered that nicely.
Buffy comes to a door and opens it. Inside, sits…
CHAZ, cowering in a fetal position, rocking back and forth.
… I'm s-sorry, I d-didn't know…
didn't know, I'm s-so sorry…
Chaz. What's happening?
What is it?
INT. FRAT HOUSE - HALL #1 - CONTINUOUS (NIGHT)
ANGLE: THE SKELETON
We dolly in at its head as the kids talk, then pan down to the knife in its hand.
INT. FRAT HOUSE - FRONT HALL - CONTINUOUS (NIGHT)
Everyone's still huddled around the murmuring Chaz.
Chaz, what's alive? What happened here?
He's in shock.
All right, we get him out of here.
She stands as she says it - and the skeleton is right behind her, knife raised. It STABS HER in the back.
She turns as it raises the knife again and slams the heel of her hand into its face. It staggers back. She kicks it viciously in the face and it falls in a heap -
-- landing as the same crappy plastic skeleton they encountered before.
Buffy pulls off her cape.
Let me see.
He moves to her, but Oz gets there first, examines the cut in her back. (We mostly see a ripped dress with some blood.)
I think the cape got most of it.
Could need stitches.
We need a bandage or something.
BLOOD CURDLING SCREAMS. They look around, but they can't tell from which direction.
Chaz grabs the door and shuts himself back in the closet. They all turn at the slam.
Cowering in the closet is starting
to seem like a reasonable plan.
They all look. There is just wall where the door was.
Buffy reaches down and opens her basket. Pulls out a crossbow.
I'm gonna find my way upstairs,
see if there's people there. You guys
find a way out of the house and use it.
You're telling us to run away?
And leave you behind?
PUSH IN on Buffy.
We need help. We need the only person
who can make sense of what's happening.
INT. GILES' APARTMENT - NIGHT
Giles sits dejectedly in a chair - the sombrero resting beside him, the bowl of candy in his lap. It's apparent he hasn't had a single trick-or-treater. One by one, he unwraps and eats little bars of chocolate.
Suddenly, KNOCKING at his door. Excitedly, Giles springs up, brushes the wrappings off himself and throws on his sombrero.
Jush mo-munt… Comeng…
He swallows and opens the door.
Anya burst in.
Xander's in trouble! You've got
to do something! Right now!
Are you listening? Xander's trapped!
Where are Buffy and the others?
Oh. They're trapped too.
But we've got to save Xander.
Slow down. I need you to be more specific.
We were supposed to meet at this house.
I get there, but there's no door where a
door should be. Then I see a girl in a
window. Then - pffft - she's gone.
She vanished from the window?
Window vanished from the house.
(thinking, to himself)
Hmm. Reality and matter distortion…
Like a summoning spell's temporal flux.
Nevermind. Let me get my supplies.
He starts grabbing BOOKS, TALISMANS and the like. Anya eyes him, impatiently.
I shouldn't worry too much about Xander.
At least he's among friends.
INT. FRAT HOUSE - FRONT HALL - NIGHT
ON BUFFY and WILLOW, bickering, their voices overlapping. Xander and Oz stand by.
Will, I'm telling you-
Telling me? You're TELLING me?-
I can't do my job if I'm worrying
about each of your safety-
It's not your decision-
Gotta disagree with you there-
Of course, you do-
Let's all take a breath. Buffy, maybe we-
(not hearing him)
Being the Slayer doesn't automatically
make you boss. You're as lost as the rest of us-
So what are we talking about?
It's a simple incantation. A guiding spell.
For travelers when they become lost or disoriented.
And how's it work?
Willow hesitates, then…
It conjures an emissary from the
beyond that… lights the way.
Conjuring? Let's be honest, Will,
your basic spells are usually
That's it! Willow's seeing red.
Oh, yeah? Well, so's your face.
She takes off down the long hall, beginning to take off her costume. Buffy follows, as do the others.
INT. FRAT HOUSE - FRONT HALL/HALL #1 - CONTINUOUS (NIGHT)
What? What does that mean?
Willow turns back to her, angry.
I'm not your sidekick.
Then continues on. Oz goes after her.
Will, hang on.
Buffy stands, dejected and irked. Xander comes over to her.
Well, that was a bunch of laughs.
Look, Buff, we're all tired and a
little on edge. Maybe Willow's
overreacting. I'm sure part of it's
'cause of how you've been pushing-
away girl lately. But now's not the
time to let that stuff tear us apart.
Buffy looks in his direction.
What I'm saying is, I'm still with you.
Right by your side, all the-
(eyes darting around)
Funny. Nice to see you haven't
lost your sense of inappropriate humor.
Xander! Where are you?
Okay, cut it out, Buffy!
Skit over. I'm right here.
Buffy walks right past him, muttering.
This is so typical of him.
She enters another hallway, momentarily out of Xander's sight.
ON XANDER, as he desperately looks at his hands, touches his chest and face as if to make sure he's still there. Then he moves to follow her. As he enters the hallway…
INT. FRAT HOUSE - SHORT HALL - CONTINUOUS (NIGHT)
He turns a corner…
… and finds it empty. No Buffy.
ON XANDER, his fear growing as he realizes he's alone.
INT. FRAT HOUSE - HALL #3 - A BIT LATER
Willow and Oz make their way down a hallway. Willow is throwing off her chain-mail and pulling off her helmet, leaving them on the ground.
She thinks I'm not ready to be a full blown
witch. I can control dark forces just as good
as anyone. It's not that hard, a guiding spell…
I'm careful and all…
This floor used to have windows…
INT. FRAT HOUSE - FRONT HALL/STAIRS - CONTINUOUS (NIGHT)
To find the stairs back in place.
Stairs! Look, we found stairs.
He's distracted, rubbing his hand as they head up the dark stairs.
Buffy didn't find the stairs. No sir.
I don't think you guys are thinking clearly…
They reach the top as he holds up his hand to take a look at it.
ON OZ' HAND - Dark, matted hair covers it. His fingernails are yellowed and sharp, almost claw-like.
INT. FRAT HOUSE - HALL #3A - CONTINUOUS (NIGHT)
They turn a corner.
Okay, we should go up to the
Goat room and see if -
She stops and looks at him, a shadow masking his face.
He turns his face into the light. She gasps.
ON OZ - Hair has sprouted all over his brow and face, his teeth have taken on a jagged quality.
Oh. Not good.
B-but, you can't be.
There's no moon tonight.
I have to get away.
He starts off. Willow grabs his arm.
No. We need to just find something
to restrain you… A rope or some kind of chain…
Or… or… I can do the guiding spell.
I know I can make it work.
We can get out of here and…
and find Giles. He can help-
He pushed her away - his sharp nails, accidentally, tearing her forearm, causing her to wince.
ON OZ - The feral look in his eyes giving way to something else… dread.
ON WILLOW'S ARM, as a tiny trickle of blood appears below the hand holding it.
NEW ANGLE - They look at each other for a moment, stunned. Then Oz takes off down one hall.
Oz! Oz!!! Don't leave me!
He's gone. Her voice ECHOES throughout the deserted hallway: "…leave me…leave…me…"
INT. FRAT HOUSE - HALLWAY - NIGHT
Xander enters a hall, hears Will:
She appears, moving down the hall.
We got trouble. There's something
terribly wrong with Buffy. She can't
even tell that I'm -
Xander stops, defeated. She can't see him either. She looks around, upset.
Oh God… Okay, guiding spell.
Okay. Yeah. I can do it.
She takes off. Xander turns back and, with mounting frustration, knocks a small pumpkin off a side table. Exits at a good clip.
INT. FRAT HOUSE - HALL #1A - CONTINUOUS (NIGHT)
Xander wanders through, aimlessly. He comes to a wall mirror and stares at himself.
There I am. Didn't go anywhere.
Great. Just have to live with the
fact that no one else can see me!
He suddenly notices the reflection of the DUMMY HEAD on the wall behind him. It speaks.
I can see you.
Blood starts pouring out of its mouth and eye sockets.
Xander wigs and runs as the Dummy Head cackles.
INT. FRAT HOUSE - BATHROOM - NIGHT
We creep along a wall to find Oz crouched against it, head in his hands, trying to get though the mother of all bad trips.
Not gonna change, not gonna change,
not gonna change…
INT. FRAT HOUSE - HALL #3A - MEANWHILE (NIGHT)
ON WILLOW, her eyes closed, concentrating, mid-incantation.
Aradia, goddess of the lost.
The path is murky. The woods
are dense. Darkness pervades.
I beseech thee… Bring the light.
A small GLOW appears in mid-air, in front of Willow. It burns more intently. Willow watches it, her anxiety growing.
Then - FLASH - a firefly appears, hovering in front of her.
Whoa. Hey. I did it.
I did you. Hi.
The firefly seems to wait expectantly.
Right. You're waiting for
instructions. Lead me to Oz.
The fly starts off toward the doorway. She follows for a moment, then, reconsidering, stops.
Wait. I should try to find those people
trapped upstairs first.
Lost in thought, she doesn't notice the firefly suddenly SPLIT into TWO FIREFLIES.
Even if I get them, we still need
to find a way out of the house.
(turning back to fly)
Okay, here's what I think we-
She turns in time to see the TWO FIREFLIES SPLIT into FOUR.
Hey. What's going…
The fireflies continue to multiply at an alarming rate.
She's immersed in the swarm. She swats them away from her face, her eyes, as her terror mounts.
Stop it! Get off!
A few fireflies fly into her mouth. She gags, coughing, choking on them. Terrified, she flees, trying to escape the growing swarm. She SCREAMS.
INT. FRAT HOUSE - SHORT HALL - NIGHT
Buffy freezes. Was that…
Another SCREAM, which seems to Buffy to be coming from a room down the hall. She sprints to the door, goes through and
INT. FRAT HOUSE - BASEMENT - NIGHT
Comes out at the top of a staircase that is no longer there. She falls…
… hitting the ground HARD and dropping her crossbow. Winded and hurting, she becomes vaguely aware of something next to her and looks over at it.
WIDEN to reveal a PLASTIC NOVELTY GRAVESTONE, its "engraving" reads: "I.M. DEDD, R.I.P."
Unnerved, she looks around her and discovers she's in a dimly lit room with concrete walls.
WIDEN FURTHER to see other faux headstones staggered about the floor, with various gag inscriptions: "HERE LIES ROD. N. CORPSE," and "DEACON POSING, DIED WHILE DOZING," etc.
Basement. I'm in the basement.
She gasps as a RASPY VOICE from the shadows adds:
Still on the ground, Buffy looks around toward the shadows, wincing in pain as she does, but sees nothing.
Dead Josh steps shakily out of the shadows, head at an unpleasant angle. Corpse colored, with a bruise around his neck.
They all ran away from you. They always will.
Open your heart to someone and…
He laughs, raspingly. Buffy says nothing, just glares at him, the truth of it stinging.
But don't fret, little girl.
You're not alone…
And HANDS shoot up out of the ground all around her.
INT. FRAT HOUSE - BASEMENT - CONTINUOUS (NIGHT)
Hands grab Buffy, pinning her down as zombies pull themselves out of their "graves". She struggles with them, tries to get up, but can't break free.
EXT. FRAT HOUSE - MEANWHILE (NIGHT)
GILES is one the front porch, feeling around the featureless wall where the front door once was. He refers to a musty reference book in his hands. A large duffle bag at his feet.
WIDEN to see ANYA, watching him.
We're going to have to create a door.
He bends down to the duffle, and digs in it for something, pulling out a few items in the process: books, crystals, etc.
ON ANYA, fascinated.
Create a door. You can do that?
He brings up into frame a CHAINSAW, gunning it.
You may want to step back.
CLOSE ON THE SAW making contact with the wall, emitting a HIGH SQUEAL. Sawdust flies.
INT. FRAT HOUSE - BASEMENT - MEANWHILE (NIGHT)
BUFFY SCREAMS in frustration and terror, still battling the zombie onslaught. All five of them are out of their graves now, piling on her, trying to pull her limbs off, bite her - zombie stuff.
She pushes them off long enough to get to her feet.
No matter how hard you fight,
you just end up in the same place.
She's tiring as they keep coming back for more. They won't stay down.
I don't see why you bother.
She gets knocked down. Looks and sees a small door in the dark under the entrance. Crawls to it as the zombies grab at her heels. The space gets more and more cramped, darker and darker, but she makes it to the door and tries to open it, throws her weight into forcing it, once, again -
INT. FRAT HOUSE - GOAT ROOM - CONTINUOUS (NIGHT)
As Buffy tumbles in, kicking the door shut behind her. She is wild eyed, breathing hard, at her wit's end. She looks around her, sees:
BUFFY'S P.O.V. - Pockets of pale, terrified students, cowering in corners, hiding behind overturned tables, shaking, rocking back and forth, mad with fear.
The Goat Room.
OZ, crouched on the floor, his head buried in his hands.
Willow bursts in from ANOTHER DOOR, slamming it shut behind her. She's hysterical, slapping and scratching at her body. Buffy goes and tries to hold her, but Willow resists.
Get them off me! Get them off!!!
Buffy looks up to see Oz - normal, not a werewolf - taking Willow's arm. She looks at him, shaking, eyes, unblinking.
C-couldn't… get them… off. F-f-fireflies.
T-too many! And they flew… in my mouth…
And my eyes… and I… couldn't breath and…
It's okay. We're okay.
We're not okay. We have to get out of here.
NEW ANGLE - XANDER, standing off by himself.
I'd offer my opinion, but you jerks
aren't going to hear it anyway. Not
that "didn't go to college boy" is worth
listening to, might as well just hang out
with my new best friend, "Bleeding
Dummy Head" for all you dorks care.
Buffy crosses to him and gives him a sharp shove.
What is wrong with you?
Y-you heard that? You can see me?
Good. Oh God, that's good.
The house separated us. It wanted to scare us.
But we… we got away.
No, it brought us here. We got so
scared we ended up… here. Why here?
She looks down at the floor. The others follow suit.
HIGH ANGLE as they all slowly back away, revealing and surrounding the occult-ish SYMBOL painted on the floor.
I saw them painting it.
They were copying it out of…
(scanning the room)
He crosses to the OCCULT BOOK, lying atop a table. She looks at the opened page. She studies the page for a moment.
I think this is Gaelic.
Can you translate?
BAM! BAM! BAM! Loud BANGING and POUNDING fills the room coming from all around them. Things SCURRY within the walls, SCRATCH at the doors.
Will. Give me something.
Okay. Um um um, the icon's
called the Mark of Gachnar. I
think this is a summoning spell
for something called…
She hesitates as she struggles to translate.
Yes! Somehow the beginning
of the spell was accidentally
triggered. Gachnar's trying to
manifest itself. To come into being.
It feeds on… fear.
Our fears are manifesting.
We're feeding it. We have to stop.
Well if we close our eyes and say
it's all just a dream it'll stab us to
death. These things are real.
Buffy tries to think.
It's feeding on us…
if we can get everyone out…
The bolted doors suddenly SLAM, nearly buckle as something behind them tries to get in.
Great plan! Let's go!
He runs over and yanks open the other door, revealing a
CHAINSAW WIELDING MANIAC! Xander SCREAMS (as do others), then looks closer.
Giles? Look, it's Giles!
With a chainsaw.
Anya enters behind Giles and runs to Xander.
Glad you could make it…
The walls closed up behind us.
He crosses to Willow, takes the book.
Gachnar, of course. Its presence infects
the reality of the house, but it hasn't
achieved full manifestation. We can't
allow it to come into being.
But… if it did, I could fight…
Buffy, this is Gachnar.
He shows her an illustration. Her eyes widen in horror.
INSERT - PICTURE of Gachnar. A horrific, powerful-looking, visage. Underneath, a few Gaelic words.
Okay, let's shut it down.
Whatever we're doing, let's do it fast.
I have it: "The summoning spell for
Gachnar can be shut down in one of
two ways. Destroying the Mark of Gachnar…"
Without warning, Buffy gets down on one knee, punches through the floor, and pries up the splintered floorboards, bisecting the icon, destroying it.
The SOUNDS abruptly stop. Buffy smiles smugly, pleased with herself. Giles' tone becomes quite peevish.
"… is not one of them and will,
in fact, immediately bring forth
the Fear Demon, itself."
He looks at the desecrated symbol and glares at Buffy.
A DEEP RUMBLING begins…
They turn and step back.
CLOSE ON GACHNAR, the Fear Demon, rising into frame, manifesting itself. It's grotesque, horrifying as it flexes its muscles, feels the power that course through-
Suddenly, it hesitates and looks high above him.
GACHNAR'S P.O.V. - BUFFY standing over it, dwarfing the TINY demon. Giles, Willow, Oz, Xander and Anya join her.
This… is Gachnar?
ON BUFFY AND OTHERS
Big overture, little show.
BUFFY'S P.O.V. - GACHNAR, ranting and shaking his fist.
(shaking his fist)
I am the Dark Lord of nightmares,
the bringer of terror… Tremble
before me! Fear me!
He's so cute.
Who's a little fear demon?
C'mon, who's a lit-tle fear demon?
Don't taunt the fear demon.
Why? Can he hurt me?
No, it's just… tacky. Be that as it may,
Buffy, when it comes to slaying…
Size doesn't matter?
They're all going to abandon you, you know.
GACHNAR'S P.O.V. - BUFFY'S FOOT as she brings it down, SQUASHING him (accompanied by appropriately SQUISHY SFX), and sending us into
INT. GILES APARTMENT - NIGHT
The gang's all there, filling up on Giles' leftover candy. Giles is pouring over books.
Quality treats here, Giles.
Please, finish them.
This is much better. There is no problem
that cannot be solved by chocolate.
I think I'm gonna barf.
Xander is looking at Anya.
That's your scary costume?
Bunnies frighten me.
Oh, bloody Hell - The inscription!
What's the matter?
I should have translated -
(showing her book)
The Gaelic inscription under
the illustration of Gachnar.
What's it say?
Off their mild reaction -