February 8, 2001 (Blue)
Written by: Marti Noxon
INT. DARK ROOM - DAY (DAY 1)
Buffy, looking cautious and wary, moves through a darkened room full of coffins. Very shmuck baity. Something bad is going down here. She stops in front of one… There's something about it…
Harsh fluorescent overheads wash the room in sickly yellow light. Buffy starts and we see GILES at the doorway to what we realized is a casket "showroom" in a funeral parlor.
Buffy. There you are…
He enters, followed shortly by DAWN and a FUNERAL DIRECTOR.
Are you alright?
(looking at casket)
Did you find something?
(nods & points)
That model is beautiful. In fact,
all of the caskets in this room are
top of the line.
However, given your budget, it might
not be the-
Before the funeral director even gets the words out of his mouth, Giles raises a hand and stops him, silently indicating that he will take care of it. Buffy doesn't pick up on this exchange, and the funeral director changes his tune-
It's a fine choice. It speaks to
your deep feeling for the deceased.
Buffy is about to move off but notices that Dawn is hesitating. Looking uncertainly at the coffin of choice.
You don't like it?
It's not that. It's just - what if
mom… What if she'd like something
I mean, how do we know? For sure?
She's the one who has to be in it forever.
Buffy can't think about it this way. It hurts too much. She ends the discussion. Not unkindly, but on no uncertain terms.
Dawn. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea,
you coming along…
It's fine. It's just-
I'm serious. You shouldn't have
to deal with this stuff-
If you'd like a few more minutes
No. It's fine. It's done.
A beat. Dawn nods. Buffy moves off - retreating into her own space.
Giles lays a reassuring hand on Dawn's back before heading after Buffy and the funeral director.
But Dawn barely registers it. She lingers, looking at the coffins - stung by Buffy's brusqueness. Lost.
INT. BUFFY'S HOUSE - DINING ROOM - NIGHT
Buffy and Giles sit at one end of the table going over paperwork and reviewing Joyce's funeral arrangements. Buffy looks stressed and exhausted - but she's glad for the work at hand. In fact, everyone - with the exception of Dawn - has retreated into efficient busyness as their predominant coping skill. This includes Xander and Willow, who sit with Dawn the other end of the table, eating a casserole dish. Or, to be more exact, Willow and Xander are eating. Dawn's hovering - too agitated to sit down.
I checked prices with a few
different florists. The funeral
home is competitive.
Let's just go with them, then.
What color flowers?
White. They're nice.
What about an announcement?
People are going to be expecting
a wake after the burial if we
don't say something.
We could put a line in the program.
Expressing your mother's preference
not to have one.
There's no wake?
Mom didn't like them.
(smiles a little)
She said pot lucks are depressing
enough as it is.
She said that? When?
Right before she went in for her
operation. We had a talk about
what she wanted. In case…
She never said anything to me.
I'm sure she just didn't want to
upset you, Dawnster.
Now you better get working on
that dinner. You've barely touched it.
I'm not feeling very casserole-y.
That's a shame. 'Cause you've got
about 9000 of them in the kitchen.
You could open your very own
Mrs. Kaplan brought some enchiladas
over. Or there's chicken stuff. I saw
That's okay. I'm not really hungry.
(helping himself to more)
Shouldn't stop you. Eating can provide
You should eat, Dawn.
Why should I? You're not.
This isn't about-
She stops as THE PHONE RINGS. Looks to Giles.
I'm phoned out. Can you? I mean,
unless it's Dad.
Giles gets it. Buffy and Dawn listen attentively.
Hello? Yes… They did. Thank you…
The service is tomorrow at three. Do
you know the Brown Brothers Mortuary?…
Giles trails off as he moves into the living room. Buffy's agitated now.
I can't believe he hasn't called yet.
Your Dad's still AWOL, huh?
The number he left for us in Spain is
no good. And I've left messages all
over the place.
We should try his girlfriend's place-
I don't have that number. I told you.
But we could ask one of his friends at
work or something.
Buffy's getting irritated, but tries hard to maintain.
Dawn. I tried that. Okay?
(to Willow and Xander)
What do you think? Just a line that
says "following the burial, there will
be no wake-" or gathering? "there
will be no gathering at the request of
Joyce?" That's lame.
Willow starts to clear some dishes, coming in and out of the kitchen.
What are we going to do - after?
I mean, we're not just coming back
here are we?
I guess. I don't know. How about "At
the request of the family, there will be
no wake following the burial?"
Good. It's got flow.
I don't want to come back here.
Dawn's last comment goes unnoticed as Willow returns from the kitchen and Xander moves to Buffy, who's looking at the program lay out.
Where do I put it? On top, here?
Or on the bottom?
Maybe I could go to your place tomorrow?
Yeah. After everything? I don't want
to come back to the house and stuff.
I don't want to be here.
But maybe you and Buffy should… It's
sort of a question for your sister. It's
fine with me.
Buffy and Xander are engrossed in the program lay out.
Can I go to Willow's tomorrow
after the service?
Buffy's a little thrown by the question.
If you want. I guess so…
Dawn doesn't wait for her to change her mind. Eager for something to do, she starts out of the room.
I'll get my sleeping bag out of the attic.
But she stops in the foyer when she sees a bunch of mail on the floor near the mail slot. She picks it up. Reads it, stricken. Willow notices.
Dawn turns to them, her expression tight.
It's for mom.
Buffy moves to her, as does Giles - who comes from the living room, off the phone now. A pained beat in which all the activity and avoidance is halted. It's a gut punch, for Dawn most of all. But Buffy just regroups - forges ahead.
Do we call the post office about
this? Maybe we need to fill out
a form or something.
Buffy moves back to the table with Giles. They continue talking but we stay-
I'll call tomorrow. First thing.
I haven't even started to think
about the bills and everything…
Dawn just looks at the mail. At her mother's name.
EXT. BUFFY'S HOUSE - NIGHT
A little bit later. Xander and Willow exit the house, both in fairly grim mode.
You going home?
I'm stopping by my mom's first.
Been doing that a lot.
Yeah. I thought maybe I'd
stop by your mom's too.
(off Willow's look)
Well, I'm not going to my house.
Those people are scary-
Spike's on the path - holding a large bunch of flowers which he was just about to put on the steps. Xander's expression hardens.
You've got to be kidding.
I'm not going in.
He stoops to deposit the flowers but Xander stops him.
And you're not leaving those. This
isn't the time for your crap, Spike.
You actually think you're going to
score points with Buffy this way?
Spike stands back up. Livid.
This isn't about Buffy-
Bull. We're all hip to your doomed
obsession. You're rising to new lows,
man. Or, lowering… towards them.
They're for Joyce.
Like you care about her.
Xander's right in his face. This could get ugly.
Guys - not here.
Xander doesn't blink - but Spike backs off. He addresses Xander and Willow, indignant but sincere-
Care? Joyce was the only one of
the lot of you that I could stand.
And the only one with a daughter
you wanted to shag. I'm touched.
I liked the lady. Understand, monkey
boy? She was decent. Didn't put on
airs. Always had a nice cuppa for me…
And she never treated me like a freak.
Willow looks swayed despite herself by Spike's heartfelt admission. But Xander's not buying it.
That's it. Spike gives. He drops the flowers at their feet.
Think what you want.
Angrily, he moves off. Willow stoops to pick up the flowers.
Unbelievable. Guy thinks he can put on
a big show and con Buffy into being his
Willow looks up from the flowers, a little thrown.
He didn't leave a card.
Xander examines the flowers. Sees that she's right. They both look after the retreating Spike, surprised.
INT. BUFFY'S ROOM/DAWN'S ROOM - DAY (DAY 2)
The next morning. Looking through the open door into Buffy's room. Dressed and ready for the funeral, Buffy sits on her bed, motionless, eyes fixed on the middle distance.
Now we move down the hall to Dawn's room and find her alone as well. She's also sitting on her bed, her expression sorrowful…
EXT. CEMETERY - DAY
Joyce's burial. In a real (i.e. not our parking lot) cemetery. Buffy and Dawn, both looking small and vulnerable, stand around the grave with the Scoobies and a fair sized group of people we've never seen before. People from Joyce's other life - friends and gallery patrons, etc… Buffy has her arm around Dawn, offering what comfort she can. A minister speaks, but his words are distant…
…we commend to almighty God
our sister Joyce Summers…
Buffy holds her tears. Staring at-
As it begins its descent into the ground.
…and we commit her body to the
ON BUFFY AND DAWN, ET AL
Dawn is weeping now. The rest of the gang is gathered around them, grieving for Buffy and Dawn, but also for themselves…
CLOSE ON A SHOVEL
As an unseen man DIGS INTO A PILE OF DIRT with a sharp, gravelly crunch and then casts the first pile of dirt into the casket.
…earth to earth…
CLOSE ON DAWN
Who starts as the dirt hits the top of the coffin. She turns away into Buffy's side - can't handle it.
…ashes to ashes…
Who stares ahead - eyes still willed dry. Just one moment at a time.
…Dust to dust…
ON THE CONGREGATION
The voice of the minister and the congregation continues over various images as the funeral ends. (Note: much of this should be very close. The perspective of an overwhelmed five-foot-two person.
The Lord bless her and keep her,
the Lord makes his face to shine
upon her and be gracious to her,
the Lord lift up his countenance
upon her and give her peace. Amen.
- The service ends and Giles, Xander, Willow, Anya and Tara make their way to Buffy and Dawn - the first to hug them and speak unheard kindnesses before they move off…
- Many other people come to Buffy and Dawn and touch them. Talk to them. But the girls don't really hear much. They're lost in a sea of unfamiliar faces and hands…
- Dawn nods absently to a man whose talking at her (we might never see his face - just a suit…) She's watching a workman continue to fill Joyce's grave.
- A woman Buffy's never met before cries and gives Buffy her rosary.
- Another woman with a young toddler, who clings to her hip, talks kindly to Dawn.
Dawn, expressionless, puts her hand out to the baby, who wraps her tiny fingers around Dawn's…
- Other than the Scoobies, most of the people are gone now. The Scoobies begin to make their way toward their parked cars.
CLOSE ON BUFFY
As Tara approaches her.
Hey. Dawn is kind of ready to go…
Is it okay if we take her?
Buffy glances at Dawn, who is standing nearby with Willow. Willow is talking gently to her, an arm around her… Dawn's gaze is downcast, not looking at anybody.
Yeah. She should probably
get out of here.
What about you? We can wait,
if you want.
I'm okay. Thanks.
Tara nods, understanding. Moves to Willow and Dawn - says something, and they start to leave.
Who casts a worried look back at Buffy and the grave. Buffy doesn't notice her little sister's gaze…
WILLOW, TARA & DAWN
ON BUFFY AT THE GRAVE
As everyone drifts away. And she's finally alone.
EXT CEMETERY - NIGHT
It's later and it's dark. Buffy still stands alone at Joyce's grave, lost in private grief. Something moves at her shoulder.
It's ANGEL. His face full of compassion and sorrow.
I'm sorry I couldn't come sooner.
A beat. Buffy silently nods… Then her hand slips into his. They stand this way for a long moment, contemplating the grave together in silence.
INT. WILLOW'S ROOM - NIGHT
Willow and Tara are just finishing making a bed on the floor for Dawn, who sits nearby, quiet and red-eyed from crying.
There you go.
(pats the floor)
Best mattress in the house.
Good for the back.
Dawn nods absently.
How about something for your tummy,
Dawn? Aren't you hungry at all?
Dawn crawls on to her bed. Lays down. Pulls a pillow close and hugs it. Willow is beside herself, wanting to comfort her somehow. She moves to Dawn - rubs her back.
Oh… Dawn. This just sucks,
doesn't it? I wish I could help more.
(off her silence)
The only thing is, it'll get better.
I promise. It'll take time - but it
won't hurt so much after a while.
You don't know that.
Sure she does. We're witches.
We know stuff.
(a little angry)
So - what? Life just goes on and I
forget mom? Is that what you're saying?
Not forget. No. You…
Willow looks to Tara - help me here.
You make a place in your heart for
her. It's sort of like she becomes part
of you. In the things she showed you
and taught you… The way you live
your life. Does that make sense?
But Dawn doesn't appear to be listening anymore. Her gaze is fixed someplace else. She sits up.
Nothing. Dawn appears to be in her own world now.
Hey. We don't have to talk about it.
We can just go to sleep.
Dawn rises and crosses the room. Tara and Willow watch her, concerned.
I don't want to sleep.
Okay. We can just sit.
Whatever you want.
Good, because I know. What I
want to do now.
Both Willow and Tara look relieved. An activity.
Great. What are you up for?
Well, you're witches… And
you do magic and stuff…
You want us to teach you something?
A glamour or - or I can make a stuffed
Dawn turns to them - a magic book in hand. Her expression both pained and determined.
I want to do a spell.
I want to bring Mom back.
OFF WILLOW AND TARA
INT. XANDER'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Xander and Anya have just finished making love. She lies on top of him… They're both sweaty and glowy from good loving. They hold each other.
That was different.
In a better way.
It was more… intense.
Very intense, actually.
It's because of Joyce.
She died. She's gone forever.
Yeah. I kinda picked up on that.
Well, she got me thinking… About
how people die all the time… And
how they get born too… And how
you kind of need one so you can
have the other.
True. It would get kind of crowdy
and stinky on Earth if nobody vacated.
And when I think about it that way,
it makes death a little less sad and
sex a little more exciting.
Again I say - huh?
Well, I just feel like I understand sex
more. It isn't just about two bodies
smooshing together. It's about life.
Got it. What makes you feel more
alive than the good stuff?
Exactly. Sex is like a big party for
our aliveness. But it's more than that.
It's about making life.
Right. When two people are much
older and way richer and far less stupid-
Breathe. You're turning colors.
I'm not ready to make life with you.
But I could, we could. Life could
come out of love and our smooshing
and that's beautiful… It all makes me
feel like we're part of something bigger.
Like I'm more awake somehow, you know?
Xander takes this in. Moved.
Yeah. I do.
He pulls her closer. Kisses her tenderly.
INT. WILLOW'S ROOM - NIGHT
Pretty much where we left off. Dawn with the spell book. Tara and Willow trying to comprehend her request. Tara approaches Dawn - her tone caring but emphatic.
Of course you want to bring your
mother back. And I wish we could.
But it's not possible.
Why? You guys do magic for all
kinds of things.
We do, but…
This is different. Magic can't be
used to alter the natural order of things-
All you do is mess with the natural
order of things! You make things
float and disappear and, and-
But we don't mess with life and death.
Dawn - I know how bad you hurt-
You don't! They put her in the ground-
They did, and it's awful and unfair -
but this isn't the way.
I'm not even sure it's possible, Dawn.
I mean, I've seen things about resurrection.
There are books and stuff…
Willow wavers for a moment. Why can't it work? She looks to Tara.
But I guess… the spells backfire?
That's not the point-
That's not the point. The point is,
it's bad. Because…
She looks to Tara… Because why?
Because witches can't be allowed to
alter the fabric of life that way, for
selfish reasons. We'd manipulate the
world until it came unglued.
You can't understand this now - I
don't expect you to… But as painful
as death is, it's part of nature. Wiccans
took an oath, a long time ago, to honor that-
So it is possible then. To bring someone
back. They wouldn't have taken an oath
if they didn't know they could do it-
Maybe "they" could, but we can't. Even
if it wasn't wrong, it's the most advanced
form of dark arts. Way beyond our grasp.
(a bit reluctant)
She's right, Dawn. It's too dangerous.
We can't go there.
An awful beat as Dawn takes that in. She throws the spell book she's holding to the ground.
You said you wanted to help me.
Dawn moves to her bed and lies down again, all hope gone now. Acutely feeling her failure to offer solace, Willow reaches out to her.
Dawn shrugs Willow's hand off her and turns her back to her. Willow and Tara glance at each other - pained.
EXT. HILL IN CEMETERY - NIGHT
It's much later now. Almost morning. And Buffy and Angel sit against a tree on a rise that overlooks the cemetery. She's leaning into Angel with his arms wrapped around her - keeping her warm and close. They're in the middle of what's clearly been a long conversation.
…the funeral was… It was brutal…
But what I'm really worried about
That's what I don't know. Up 'til
now I've had a road map - things
to do, every minute, that had to do
And tomorrow the stuff of everyday
Which everybody expects me to know
how to do because I'm so "strong."
Not right away. I'm sure everybody
understands that you need time.
Time's not the issue. I'm good at
sticking wood in vampires, but Mom
was the strong one in real life. She
always knew how to make things better,
what to say…
You'll find your way. Not all at once, but…
I don't know…
I keep thinking about it, Angel. When
I found her. If I'd gotten there ten
You said they told you it wouldn't
have made a difference.
Buffy offers the following like a horrible confession. It's her dirty secret.
No. Probably wouldn't have made
a difference. The exact thing they
said was probably. I haven't told
That doesn't make it your fault.
You couldn't have done anything
I didn't even start CPR until they
told me to. I fell apart. That's
how good I am at being a grown up.
If I just had me to worry about…
Angel pulls her closer.
It's okay. It's okay. You don't feel
like it now, but you are strong, Buffy.
You're going to figure it out. And
you have people to help you. You
don't have to do it alone.
Buffy looks at the sky, scared and small.
It's going to be light soon.
I can stay in town. As long as you
How's forever? Is forever
good for you?
There's a bad idea. I'm seriously
needy right now.
Angel strokes some hair from her face. Says tenderly-
Let me worry about the neediness.
I can handle it.
Raw and vulnerable, Buffy looks at him - wanting to believe it. Wanting him closer still. She leans forward and kisses him. He responds gently - meaning to comfort, but the intensity builds quickly, the desire bubbling just under the surface. Buffy would like nothing better to forget herself with him - and he feels it powerfully. They break away from each other, breathing hard.
You'd better go.
Don't be. I'm so grateful you came,
Angel. I didn't think I was going to
make it through the night.
We have a few more minutes until
I have to go.
Buffy nods, burrows deeper into him.
Angel closes his arms even tighter around her. They are both pained and comforted by the powerful bond between them.
And they fall into silence, together until the dawn.
EXT. HOSPITAL GROUNDS - NIGHT
Ben walks along a deserted outdoor pathway that leads from one wing of the hospital to another. He stops when he sees a cloaked figure lurking near a street lamp.
Tell my sister I'm sick of running into
her Jawa rejects.
Ben tries to walk by who we now see is JINX.
But, sir, the Most Delightfully Mood
Skip the lips to her backside.
Just say it. Glory.
Yes, well - she bade me come to you.
The news of your relationship with the
We don't have a relationship. I've seen
her around, that's all.
But you attempted to court her,
did you not?
Reference to this only makes Ben more irritable.
You're more fun when I hit you.
(cutting to the chase)
It's just, The Lovely And-
(off Ben's look)
Glory would like to encourage this
interest of yours in the slayer. It
might lead to information about the Key.
Ben advances on Jinx, intimidating.
And why would I share that with The
Most Unstable One?
Time is running short, sir. Every moment
you fight Glory, you're only fighting
yourself, you see?
Fine. Let the best me win.
Let Glory understand this. I'm not helping
her find the Key. I would never do that to
Ben stops himself. Oops. He just said too much. Jinx's eyes widen…
Än innocent?" The Key? That's an…
interesting choice of words.
Ben could kill himself for his big mouth. Jinx gets both excited and extremely anxious.
No. That's not what I-
I - I understand. I'm sorry to have
bothered you. I'll take my leave-
Jinx starts to move off but Ben grabs him, freaking out.
You understand what? When I said
it's innocent… I didn't mean that the
Key is… It's not a person.
Of course not, sir. Now if you would-
Now Ben is in full panic.
You're going to run and tell her, aren't
you? Do you understand what's going
to happen if she finds the Key? How
many people are going to die? I
won't be responsible-
Please. I heard nothing-
Ben grabs a knife from Jinx' own belt - desperate.
I can't let that happen. Don't you see?
With that, Ben brutally STABS JINX in the abdomen. Jinx cries out and then collapses in his arms. It's quick and brutal.
Ben's eyes dart around desperately. He's still alone on the path. After a terrified beat, Ben drags Jinx' body into some bushes and dumps it. Then he takes off - leaving Jinx for dead.
INT. WILLOW'S ROOM - DAY (DAY 3)
It's the next morning. Willow and Tara are quietly getting ready for school. Dawn is still under the covers in her makeshift bed - awake but turned to the wall. Tara and Willow exchange worried glances.
CLOSE ON WILLOW
As she looks at Dawn again. Desperate to help somehow. After a beat - she moves to Dawn.
Hey. We're heading down for
I'm not hungry.
That's okay. It's just, we have
class after that. I don't know if
you want to go home or…
Dawn turns to Willow. Her eyes are swollen and red. She looks like she was up half the night crying. Willow takes this in, pained.
I was going to sleep some more.
Giles said he would pick me up,
Willow considers this for a beat. Then -
Okay. Sure. Hang out. I have a
break around lunch time, I'll come back.
I might not be here.
I'll try my luck. A noonish Dawn
break would make my day.
Dawn just looks away. Clearly still hurting and angry. Willow feels the sting. She gets up, starts to gather her stuff.
Take care, Dawn.
Again, Dawn doesn't respond. Willow casts one more worried glance back at her before following Tara out.
CLOSE ON WILLOW
As, unnoticed by Tara and Dawn, she surreptitiously raises a finger and focuses on a book on the shelf, magically making it push out of the stack in front of Dawn. It doesn't fall - but it sticks out pretty far.
Tara and Willow exit. Dawn's about to lie back down when she spies the book hanging out of the bookshelf. That wasn't like that before… Dawn gets up and grabs the book.
CLOSE ON BOOK
It's title - "History of Witchcraft"
As she opens it and reads the chapter headings.
"The Golden Age of Levitation…
War of the Warlocks… Resurrection,
A Controversy Born."
A beat as Dawn takes this in. Then she hungrily turns the pages to the chapter in question.
INT. MAGIC BOX - DAY
Giles is behind the counter, going over some ledgers. Dawn is with him, giving things a good once over with a feather duster. We notice that she's looking very carefully at everything she "cleans."
You don't have to do that, Dawn.
You're more than welcome to relax…
Now we see Anya, who trails after Dawn - just a little threatened at having another person infringing on her territory. But also wanting to be nice to Dawn.
Yes, sit down. We have some very
amusing chicken feet you can play with.
Don't you watch television? I -
thought all children despise effort
and enjoy cartoons.
I like being useful. Keeps my mind
Giles takes this in, happy to provide her with distraction.
Then useful you shall be. I can
always use a hand-
But you have a hand. A paid hand.
A hand that isn't the hand of illegal
(cuts her off)
Giles glances at Dawn - let her be. Anya gets his drift-
-but of course it's wonderful that you
find doing my job distracting. I am
Anya busies herself - working hard at being unthreatened.
Yes. Carry on, Dawn.
Is there anything I should know?
Like… off limits stuff? Willow
told me that some of the books
and things are kind of dangerous.
Quite right. But all those items
are labeled and kept off the floor.
Giles indicates THE BALCONY that looks over store. The one with the library ladder leading up to it.
Our most potent texts and potions
are all up there. If somebody asks
for anything in that area - just come
and get me.
Okay. Anything else?
If you like, I'll teach you how to work
the cash register. Then you can ring up sales.
Anya overhears this - gets alarmed all over again.
Ring sales - with the money? She gets
to fondle the money?
Anya would go on - but a customer approaches the desk.
Hello customer! I'll help you - unless
you would like help from a darling little
girl who doesn't know anything.
I - excuse me?
It's okay. You can take her.
A tad exasperated, Giles grabs some boxes off the counter.
Yes - go ahead, Anya. Dawn can watch
the counter while I go to the store room.
Anya takes the confused customer by the arm, leading her away…
How may I serve you?
Well… I'm looking for something nice
for a Seer's Empowerment Ceremony.
Under ten dollars.
What an exciting request! I have
Anya and the customer move out of sight. Giles and Dawn share a look. Then-
I'll just be a moment.
Giles heads into the back. As soon as he's gone, Dawn makes for the OFF-LIMITS BALCONY with her book bag in hand. She checks to see that Anya's not paying attention, which she isn't - because she's much too focused on being the best employee ever…
Dawn stealthily climbs the ladder and scrambles onto the balcony. Once there, Dawn wastes no time. She pulls a folded piece of paper from her pocket. It's a page torn from the history book she found at Tara's and Willow's, and it has the name of a spell book and some items needed for a resurrection potion. Dawn checks her paper and pulls one of Giles' ancient books from a low shelf along with a few small viles of potion ingredients. She quickly stuffs the items into her bookbag and checks to see if the coast is clear. It is.
Dawn gets a rung or two down the ladder - but freezes when Giles emerges from the stock room. She holds her breath as Giles passes below her, unaware that she's above him. Giles crosses to Anya and the customer. As soon as he's far enough away, Dawn heads down the ladder and throws her book bag into a corner-
Dawn looks up guiltily. Caught. Giles stands over her, having crossed back her way.
Why don't you come watch this
transaction Anya's doing. Then
I'll let you try it.
It's clear that he has no idea what she was up to. Relieved, Dawn bounds to the register. We stay on her bulging book bag, which sits in the corner, unnoticed…
You got it.
EXT. CEMETERY - NIGHT
It's dark and even the caretaker is long gone. Nobody there to notice the small figure kneeling at Joyce's grave.
CLOSE ON DAWN
Who, scared and shaking, holds the stolen book while reading the directions…
What she sees clearly upsets her. But, determined, she starts to dig into the soil with her hands - fighting tears.
I hope it's just dirt you're after.
Panicked, Dawn reels and sees a grim-faced SPIKE standing over her.
If the spell calls for anything more
than that you're into Zombie territory
and that's bad news.
Spike… I wasn't-
I know good and well what you're
up to. That book you're holding is
Please. Don't tell Buffy. I just…
I have to get her back. I have to.
A beat as Spike contemplates Dawn's anguish, the grave…
I'm not going to tell, little bit.
I'm going to help.
INT. GILES' APARTMENT - NIGHT
Giles looks through his record collection, finds what he's been looking for… Puts it on and sits down with a whiskey. It's Cream. The same album he and Joyce listened to together in the classic Buffy episode, Band Candy. Giles settles in, listening to the music.
EXT. STREET - NIGHT
Spike leads Dawn down a dark and creepy street toward an old apartment building.
I've never used this bloke's services
myself - but there's talk. Word is,
he knows everything there is to
know about resurrection spells.
He notices Dawn hanging back a little, unsure.
Come on now. No worries.
Dawn picks up the pace, but casts a sidelong glance at Spike.
You don't have to be all nice to me.
I know why you're doing this.
Do you now? Enlighten me.
I'm not stupid, Spike. You're,
like, stalking my sister. You'd
do anything to get in good with her.
Spike stops, exasperated.
Do you want my help or not?
I… Yeah, I just-
Then don't go guessing at stuff
you don't understand. And Buffy
never hears about this, okay? She
found out what I was doing, she'd
drive a redwood through my chest.
So if you don't want credit, why
are you helping?
Spike looks away, embarrassed by his admission-
Don't like to see Summers women
take it so hard on the chin, is all.
And I'm dead serious. You breathe
a word of this to Buffy and I'll see
to it that you end up in the ground,
Dawn takes this in, a little spun by both his sincerity and his harsh follow-up.
Yeah. Got it.
Fine. Let's get on with it then.
Spike moves off. Dawn follows.
INT. GLORY'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
GLORY paces angrily, TWO MINIONS trailing nervously after her.
Where is he?! He should have
been back hours ago-
One of the minions, MURK, speaks up-
I'm sure Jinx is on his way, Your
New and Improvedness… He's
Furious, she turns on Murk and the other minion, who stop short, terrified.
He'd better be loyal. If any of you
even thought about taking sides with
Ben, I'd drop-kick your de-frocked
butts back into-
She stops short as Murk sheepishly lifts a small plate with a tasty candy truffle on it. Glory totally shifts gears.
She grabs it as she BRUTALLY BACKHANDS MURK, who goes flying. Then she pops the chocolate into her mouth, savoring it…
She advances again on her petrified minions, who back away… Fortunately for them the living room doors part, and TWO MORE minions ENTER, dragging a nearly unconscious JINX with them. Glory takes this in, shocked-
The minions deposit Jinx on the floor.
Glory runs to him. Lifts Jinx up.
Mind the rug, honeys.
Blood's a bitch.
She helps him to a chair. Sit him down.
Was this the Slayer? I'll pull
her wings off, I'll-
Raging, she starts BEATING ON HERSELF - pulling out her own hair, screaming-
You pointless, stupid lump! Ooooh!
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!
The Key… He told me-
Just as quickly as she went into the rage, she stops. Draws closer again.
The key? What about the Key?
Jinx can barely talk through his agony - and his ass-kissing is decidedly sub-par.
He indicated that it was…
a person, Most… uhhh…
The Key's in human form?
I believe so… Good One.
Jinx! You robed stud! You're
my man! I'm even going to let
you slide on the lame toadying,
on account of your dying and stuff…
Glory paces, excited.
So the Key's all secreted away in
a flesh wrapper, huh? This narrows
the search from now on in a serious
way… I mean, we didn't have a clue.
It could have been a log, or a bicycle
pump or whatever - am I right?
No reply. Jinx has passed out. Glory turns to a minion.
Get him fixed, would you? I want to
hear the whole story again without all
that annoying moaning.
INT. DOC'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
The place is the typical old guy apartment. Dark and musty. Newspapers stacked all over and maybe a few cats running around. A few aging, suffering plants and a Lay-Ze Boy recliner complete the picture.
The door is unlocked and Spike and Dawn enter the apartment cautiously, taking in their surroundings.
This place belongs to a magic guy?
It smells like grandpa.
Hey! Anybody home?
A beat and DOC comes shuffling out of another room. He's a good-natured, very old man. He's wearing suit pants and a crisp white shirt, complimented by a worn bathrobe and slippers.
Hold your horses…
I know you.
Don't think so, mate.
No, you're that guy. That guy always
hangs around down at the corner mart.
Big into dominos, aren't you?
Can't say that I am.
Look, we came because-
That's crazy, isn't it? I'd swear you
were him. I mean, your hair's a
different color and you're a vampire,
but other than that…
What day is it, anyway?
No kidding? Would have sworn it was
Wednesday… see, that's the brain -
first thing to go.
(back to Spike)
Guy's name is Rocko. That's not
your name, is it?
Dawn shoots Spike a look. This guy doesn't seem like he could tie his shoes, let alone help them.
Maybe we should just go.
Now, now - just because the lights
are dim doesn't mean the juice is
all gone. What can I do for you?
This one's mum kicked it a few
Oh. I'm sorry.
We're wondering what can be done
about it. Heard you're the one to ask.
Doc looks a little taken aback at this.
Oh, no… That's…
You don't want to mess with that.
I know a couple of tonics, make
the grieving fly by.
I don't want any tonics.
Jeez. I don't know…
Please. I can pay you. Not all at
Can you help or not, old man?
We have to act fast.
Doc takes a long look at Dawn, feeling her need. Then-
Either one of you witches? Got
experience with spells of this
Didn't think so.
Without warning - Doc PLUCKS A HAIR FROM DAWN'S HEAD.
Doc holds the hair under a light. Examines it closely.
Your mother's a good candidate, at
least. Strong DNA. Magic can
scramble things up real good -
you gotta have nice strong molecules
for the body to make the trip in
any kind of shape.
Dawn nods. Pretending she understands.
Doc shuffles off to a tall stack of newspapers, starts shifting through them, mumbling to herself.
Spike and Dawn glance at each other. Then Dawn sees something, registers alarm.
CLOSE ON DOC
As he moves to another stack of papers and we see what Dawn's seeing - just a hint of REPTILIAN TAIL curling from under his bathrobe. But before we can really make it out, it's gone again - disappearing into his clothes.
Creeped out. She looks to Spike, but he's lighting a cigarette - missed it. Dawn shakes it off as -
Finally finds what he was looking for, a SPELL BOOK lost amidst the junk. He comes back to his desk and sits, gesturing for the others to do the same. Dawn hands him the torn page from Tara's book.
I've already gathered some ingredients,
but the spell I found - there's stuff I
Doc glances at her paper, then thumbs through his book - reading. Rambles absently.
It's all going to change with cloning…
Everybody'll have a double on ice.
The first you conks out? Loved-ones
just call up your replacement. Then
again, we might not make it that
long, mad cows could get us first-
Doc notices that Dawn could care less about this - she wants to know what's in that book.
But that's not now. Now - you've
got a Ghora demon standing between
you and success. That's the translation
Ghora… I've heard of those.
Yeah, they like to stick close to the Hellmouth.
Egg of the Ghora gives life. It's key
to the spell. No egg, no resurrection.
Simple as that.
Can you buy it? This egg, or…
If this was like making an omelet,
everyone would try it. No, you have
to steal the egg from the demon's nest.
And the Ghora won't be happy about it.
Where do we find this demon?
Hold on, Rocko. First things first.
You'll need an image of your mother.
A photo, painting…
Doc starts writing something on a small pad of paper.
Once you get all your ingredients
together, including the egg, mix
them up, put them in the center
of a sacred circle with that picture
of your mother and…
He rips the paper off the pad and hands it to Dawn like a prescription.
…say this incantation three times.
She's not going to appear - "poof!"
It takes a while. But she'll come to
you. Got it?
Dawn's eyes are wide with excitement. This might actually work.
Something goes wrong, the only way
to reverse the spell is to destroy the
image of your mother, understand?
I'm not going to change my mind.
Doc takes this in. His tone grows more serious.
It's a tricky spell, girl. I can't say
for sure that your mother will come
back exactly like she was. Sometimes
things get a little… off.
But she'll still be my mother.
Doc smiles reassuringly, but his words are less comforting.
More or less.
Dawn takes this in. It's clear she simply doesn't want to entertain what this might mean.
Doc stands, and Dawn and Spike follow.
And the Ghora?
Right, sorry… Go in the sewer entrance
near Tracy Street. You'll see an opening
on your left. Can't miss it. Just follow
Doc stops as he notices Dawn reaching into her pocket and counting out some bills.
No, no. Keep your money.
Oh. Thank you-
Dawn meets Doc's kind eyes as he offers his hand.
You just keep in touch. Let me know
how it goes.
CLOSE ON DOC
As Dawn takes his hand - Doc's eyes go COMPLETELY BLACK for just a moment, another hint of unnerving evil.
As she quickly takes her hand back, scared - but Doc looks normal again.
I - I… will.
INT. SEWERS - ENTRANCE TO GHORA'S LAIR - NIGHT
Spike, who now carries an axe, and Dawn approach the entrance to the Ghora's lair. It's a rough tunnel that leads deep UNDER the sewers.
It's here. Just like he said.
So at least we know the old
coot isn't completely daft.
Look. You'd better let me
snatch this egg thing on my own.
No way. I'm going.
No. You're not. I've got no idea
what's down there. I deliver you
back to your sister in pieces, that'd
be the end of me - wouldn't it?
You need me, Spike. Someone's
got to get the egg while you
distract the Ghora.
How? You said yourself you're not
even sure what you're dealing with.
Now come on.
With that, Dawn starts down the tunnel. A frustrated beat - then Spike follows after her.
Well, look at that - bitty Buffy.
INT. GHORA'S LAIR - NIGHT
Spike and Dawn are in the Ghora's lair, which is basically a cave with a big depression in the middle where the Ghora nests. They both peer at the sleeping creature over a large boulder. The Ghora is a huge reptilian beast - but because it's laying down it's hard to tell too much else about it. They can see it's eggs nestled safely behind it.
Spike and Dawn duck behind the rock - confab.
Doesn't look so bad.
Wait 'til it wakes up. That's usually
when the bad starts.
I can't get to the eggs unless it moves.
I'll make it move. You just be ready.
With that, Spike heads around the rock, brandishing his axe. Dawn watches - waiting for her moment to go.
Hey! Ghora! Heads up!
The Ghora wakes - rears up. It is indeed snake-like, and for the first time we see that it has THREE HEADS, not one. Spike reacts - nonplussed.
Right then. Heads it is.
The Ghora slithers menacingly toward Spike - who recovers from his initial shock and fends off it's three fang-filled heads with his axe.
ON GHORA'S NEST
Dawn swiftly grabs one of the eggs and makes off with it.
Who bobs and weaves, ducking Ghora heads. He spies Dawn making her way toward the entrance of the lair, egg in hand. Trying to back the creature away so he can join Dawn - Spike HURLS his axe toward the Ghora. It embeds right in the center of the left head. The beast cries out and backs off, at least temporarily. Dawn, near the entrance with egg in hand, calls out-
Spike! Come on!
Spike runs to join Dawn. As they scramble up an embankment, Dawn slips - and the egg falls from her grasp, tumbling down the embankment and BREAKING. The Ghora sees this and GOES INSANE. Dawn's beside herself. Spike keeps moving toward safety.
Leave it, Dawn. Troika there
knows what we're after-
I can't. Mom-
It's too dangerous, and I don't have-
But Dawn's already sliding down the embankment, heading back for the nest.
As Dawn races toward the nest, the Ghora roars with fury and prepares to strike at her with it's two remaining heads. But right before the monster connects its hit with a LARGE ROCK. And another. And another.
SPIKE, desperate, rains rocks on the Ghora.
DAWN grabs a second egg and runs for safety.
THE GHORA CHARGES SPIKE - whipping Spike's legs out from under him with it's tail and sending him sprawling. Dawn sees this from where she now stands, near the entrance to the lair.
One of the Ghora heads catches SPIKE IN THE SIDE - takes a big bite. Spike bellows and YANKS HIS AXE OUT OF THE CREATURE'S LEFT HEAD - THEN PLUNGES IT BACK INTO THE CREATURE'S CHEST. The Ghora falls back in agony. Spike scrambles to his feet and runs for the lair entrance, grasping his side in pain. Dawn helps him to safety, wincing at his wound.
Did you get it?
Dawn shows him the egg.
Don't be sorry then.
And they exit the lair.
INT. JOYCE'S ROOM - NIGHT
Dawn, shaking with anticipation and fear, sits on the floor of Joyce's room on a folded white sheet while she prepares the spell. First she mixes the egg and the other ingredients in a bowl. Then she removes a vial of BLOOD from her coat. She pours the blood on the sheet and spreads it with her fingers, making a circle… Then she places the spell ingredients and a photo of her mother in the center of a circle.
Finally, she pulls the piece of paper with the incantation Doc gave her on it. She begins, her voice shaky-
Osiris, giver of darkness, taker of
life, God of Gods - accept my
offering… Bone, flesh, breath -
PUSH IN ON JOYCE'S PICTURE
Bone, flesh, breath…
As the candle-light flickers off it…
EXT. CEMETERY - NIGHT
The night is moonless, very dark… The wind's whipping…
Looking down on JOYCE'S GRAVE we PUSH IN…
INT. JOYCE'S ROOM - NIGHT
CLOSE ON DAWN
As, wide-eyed and trembling, she leans close to the flame…
I beg of you - return to me.
INT. WILLOW'S ROOM - NIGHT
Tara is working on her homework at Willow's desk - but rather than looking at her book, she's gazing out the window - lost in thought. Willow is laying across her bed with a journal, writing and thinking. Willow taps the journal with her pen, trying to remember something… Then-
What did I have for breakfast
this morning? Do you remember?
I want to say bagel but I think
that was yesterday. You had
eggs, sunny side up. I remember
because they were wiggling at
me like little boobs…
What are you writing this for?
Tara leaves her desk and comes and sits next to Willow on the bed.
Yeah, I figured, you know…
Life goes by fast. If you don't
write it down, a lot of it just
gets… lost. And I want to
Down to every last bagel.
Willow lays her hand over Tara's…
Down to every last everything
I do with you.
They look at each other lovingly for a beat, then Tara's gaze shifts - noticing something.
Tara gets up - goes to the bookshelf across from them.
What happened to "History of
Willow sits up, alarm and guilt rising.
I - it isn't there?
Tara shakes her head, turns to Willow - concerned.
Dawn must have taken it.
What? No, she didn't. She did?
That book has a whole section
on resurrection spells.
This is bad. This is really bad…
Now Willow looks worried too. And regretful.
But it's just a history book. It
might answer some of her
questions - but it's not like she
could do any harm with that
stuff. Could she?
It doesn't have a "how to" guide,
but it refers to specific resurrection
spells and potions.
Willow stands - fully freaked.
I didn't- I mean, hey! How'd
she know that?
I don't know. But she could get
into major trouble with that information.
God. What else did she take-
Tara gives Willow a look - how would she know? Willow starts to ramble nervously-
I think. I think she took nothing else
but maybe she did and we should look,
because who knows? I don't.
No. We can't waste time on that now.
Who knows what she's up to…
Willow takes this in - dread rising.
We need to call Buffy. Now.
INT. BUFFY'S HOUSE - FOYER - NIGHT
The phone is ringing as Buffy enters. She grabs it just before the last ring-
Hello? Hey Tara. Yeah, I just got in-
Buffy's cut off as, unheard by us, Tara starts to tell her about the magic book. Buffy's expression turns to one of fear and concern…
INT. JOYCE'S ROOM - NIGHT
The spell continues as Dawn does the final incantation. Dawn now looks a little altered - like the spell has put her in a mild trance.
…Bone, flesh, breath - yours,
eternally. Bone, flesh, breath -
I beg of you - return to me.
The spell ingredients suddenly ignite. Before Dawn can really react to this, Buffy BURSTS INTO THE ROOM.
Buffy stops, stunned. She sees Joyce's photograph in the spell circle - and she knows. Buffy picks up the photo, appalled-
What have you done?
Dawn stands - too disoriented from the spell to answer. Buffy's tone grows frantic.
What have you done?!
Dawn's eyes are wide with fear and excitement.
She's coming. She's coming home.
This hits Buffy like a slap in the face. Dawn pushes past her and runs for the stairs. Buffy remembers herself and chases after her.
INT. BUFFY'S HOUSE - FOYER/LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Dawn bolts down the stairs, heading for the door - but Buffy, who still holds Joyce's picture, is right on her heels. She grabs Dawn before she can reach the door and they move into the living room as they fight.
You have no idea what you're
messing with! Who knows what
you actually raised - what's
going to come through that door-
I know. It'll be her-
No. Tara told me these spells go
bad all the time. People come back wrong-
She won't. He told me. Her DNA-
Buffy shakes Dawn hard at this - and the photo of Joyce slips from her grasp and falls to the floor.
Who told you? Who helped you?!
Nobody! Now let me go-
You have to stop it, reverse it-
Dawn. You know this is wrong.
You know you can't let this happen.
Not to Mom.
But I need her. I don't care if she's…
I'm not like you, Buffy, I don't have
What? Of course you do.
You have me-
I don't! You won't even look at me!
It's so obvious you don't want me
That's - that's not true-
It is! And the way you've been acting!
Mom died and it's like you don't even care!
Now Buffy is beyond surprised - she's appalled and hurt.
God - of course I care. Of course I do.
How can you think that?
How can I not? You haven't even cried!
You've just been running around like it's
all been some big chore - cleaning up
after mom's mess-
Buffy loses it. Silences Dawn with a SLAP. Not hard enough to really hurt her, but hard enough to shock and scare the hell out of both of them. Buffy's hand flies to her mouth. Both girls are shaking with emotion now - and as Buffy continues, she starts to unravel… All the careful control comes undone. Her true anguish emerges and tears start to come at last as they continue arguing…
I've been working - I've been busy,
because I have to… be…
You don't. You're avoiding me-
I'm not. I have to do these things,
'cause… 'cause when I stop, then
she's really… gone. And I'm trying,
really trying to take care of things…
But I don't even know what I'm doing…
Mom, she always knew-
Nobody's asking you to be Mom.
Well, who's going to be if I'm not?
Huh, Dawn? Have you thought
about that? Who's going to make
things better? Who's going to take
care of us?
Buffy weeping openly now, desperately. Dawn watches, helpless and scared as Buffy devolves, becoming smaller and more childlike.
I didn't mean to push you away…
I didn't… I just didn't want you to
see me… I mean… Oh, God…
What are we going to do, Dawny?
I'm so scared-
Buffy stops abruptly. A LOUD SHUFFLING on the porch stops them. The sound of whoever's coming isn't quite right - like the person is limping or dragging something. Both Buffy and Dawn catch their breaths - look toward the living room window.
ON LIVING ROOM WINDOW
Where a SILHOUETTE THAT LOOKS DISTINCTLY JOYCE-LIKE slowly shambles across the drawn curtains. Except it doesn't look quite right. Something's off about it. It disappears from the window. A long beat. Then-
THERE IS A KNOCK ON THE DOOR.
CLOSE ON BUFFY
Whose expression crumbles - she's a lost little girl.
Who now looks afraid and uncertain. This doesn't feel right. Everything Buffy said is sinking in. This is someplace they shouldn't go.
Almost involuntarily, Buffy starts for the door -
Buffy LUNGES FOR THE DOOR AS DAWN QUICKLY TAKES JOYCE'S PHOTO FROM THE FLOOR AND RIPS IT APART.
CLOSE ON DOOR
As Buffy flings it open. There's nobody there. Nothing but darkness and harsh wind.
A stunned, pained beat as it sinks in, in all it's finality - Joyce is gone.
Buffy turns to Dawn, sees the scattered pieces of the photo on the floor… Somewhere beyond the pain she understands that it was the right thing to do. But at the moment, she's mostly still the child - in desperate need of solace.
Dawn moves quickly to Buffy and embraces her… They hold each other tightly…
Buffy's cries intensify, and although Dawn means to comfort - her tears come as well.
We stay on the girls for a long beat as they cling to each other.