March 6, 2001 (Yellow)
Written by: Rebecca Rand Kirshner
INT. CLASSROOM - DAY (DAY 1)
Buffy enters the classroom as the class lets out. She makes her way to the front of the room where PROFESSOR LILLIAN is trying to yank a jammed slide cartridge out of a slide projector.
Um, Professor Lillian?
He looks up briefly, then back to the projector.
Sitting in the back today, Buffy?
No. I'm sorry I missed the lecture.
Was it good? I mean, I'm sure it was...
Embarrassed, she turns her attention to the slide projector.
Want me to try?
Thanks. The cartridge is struck.
I actually just came by to tell you
that I have to drop this class. All
my classes. I'm not finishing the
She looks at him, sad but resolute.
I'm sorry. I wish... but I can't be
in school now. I've got to take care
of my sister.
I thought you might... I was sorry to
hear of your loss.
She nods. Stops with the projector.
Um, so I have these forms from the
Registrar's office that I need you to
She hands him a form from her shoulder bag. As he signs it:
Seems like they're trying to make it
harder to get out of college than to get in.
He hands it back.
But she doesn't leave, just looks at him.
Is there something else?
Oh no. Yes. Actually, yeah. I
wanted to tell you how much I
loved this class. It's like, in the
middle of all this, I'm paranoid
that you'll think I don't like poetry.
As she talks, she tries to wrest free the slide cartridge.
I mean, I know I wasn't the best
student. But I learned a lot. And
I really like poetry.
At this, the cartridge is finally released and comes flying out of the projector, landing on the floor.
I really do.
He smiles at her, touched by her outburst.
(re: slide projector)
We'll let the AV guys hand that.
I'm glad you like poetry, Buffy.
You know, I wish I had time for it.
But I don't, I just don't right now.
He nods. Looks at her.
Maybe short poems?
Yeah, like those Japanese ones,
you know, that sound like a sneeze?
Right, maybe those. And hopefully
I'll be back next semester.
I hope so.
Off Buffy, trying to look hopeful...
And here comes the very picture of
INT. HOSPITAL - DAY
Ben dashes down the hallway towards DOCTOR MCCARTHY, his wry-looking superior. As Ben approaches, he's smoothing his rumpled hair.
Benjamin, this is a pleasant surprise.
I'm sorry I'm late.
You're not late.
(looking at his watch)
You can't be late to a job you
don't have. Interestingly enough,
I've decided to give your job to
someone who'd actually do it.
Dr. McCarthy's real feelings start to break through his ironic stance:
Honest to God Ben, I've been calling
you for two weeks. Where the hell
have you been? I didn't want to...
I'm sorry to fire you, but I need
someone I can count on.
I haven't been here...
I haven't been here in two weeks.
(to the Doctor)
There's an explanation for this.
Which I can't exactly give you.
I... can I just tell you it's not my fault?
Sure. You can also tell me that the
dog ate your homework; or maybe
eating Twinkies made you do it; or
maybe, yeah, that there's a really
wicked demonic creature living inside
you that takes control of your body
and forces you to do its bidding.
Take responsibility for your actions, Ben.
Ben is furious.
I...I...this. Forget it. Just forget it.
He starts to walk away.
Ben turns around, hopeful.
I'm going to need to ask you for
your ID Badge.
Ben unclips his picture ID badge and looks at it. There it is, some small but real evidence of his existence separate from Glory. He tosses it back towards the Doctor.
Take it. It's worthless anyway.
The Doctor misses and the picture falls to the ground. Lies there: Ben's smiling face.
INT. LOCOR ROOM - SOON AFTER (DAY)
Ben's face is contorted by fury. He stands at his locker, throwing stuff into a duffel bag. Muttering to himself, in great mental pain.
This is so unfair. You're taking
everything away from me. Everything
that I worked for. I earned. I care about.
These are my choices. This is my life,
and you're ruining it.
He pauses, feeling something dangerous rumbling inside him. Panic floods his eyes. All of a sudden, he's not angry, he's scared, pitiful.
No...no...not here...not now.
He clutches at his face, trying to hold on to himself.
I'm Ben. I'm Ben. I'm Ben.
I'm Ben. I'm Ben!
ANGLE ON BEN'S FIST as he BANGS it against the locker door for emphasis.
I'M BEN! I'M BEN! I'M BEN!
But he's not strong enough.
BEN'S HAND as it trembles and then morphs, the fingers thinner, then nails longer and polished in red. The fingers drum against the locker door.
Pull back to reveal GLORY as she dusts herself off, smoothing her hair.
INT. GLORY'S APARTMENT - BATHROOM - DAY (DAY 2)
Glory luxuriates in a large lion-foot bathtub just brimming with bubbles. Three minions -- JINX, MURK, and a new guy, SLOOK -- kneel around the tub, blindfolds tied tight around their eyes.
They are armed with various bath items and delicacies: a loofah, a tray of Mimosas, a box of chocolates, magazines, etc. Glory stretches, relaxing.
Ahh. They got this part right.,
that's for sure. Lot of sucky things
in this dimension. Bubble baths?
Not one of them, know what I mean?
I am in most thunderous agreement,
oh glittering, glistening Glorificus
I wasn't talking to you.
Begging your pardon, and begging in
general, but were you talking to me?
Ew! Yeah, right. Like any of you
have ever bathed anyway.
Oh, but we do, your Scrumptiousness.
We bathe in your splendiferous radiance,
How about you shut up and listen to
me, you disgusting little fools. Okay,
now I asked for the Key, and you
brought me a vampire. A pulseless,
impure, follicley-fried vampire. Loofah.
Murk hands her a loofah.
Glory extends one leg up in the air and begins to exfoliate.
Now, what I think we have here is a
failure... FOR YOU TO DO YOUR
FRIGGIN' JOBS. Pardon my French.
With a shaking hand, Slook hands her a Mimosa in a fluted glass. She sips it.
Mmm, vitamins! So, I think you
better rack your little Minion brains
and tell me everything that you saw
when you were spying on Buffy and
her wacky pals. Everything. Then
I'll figure out who the Key is.
INT. PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE - DAY
Buffy and Dawn sit side by side, across the desk from the Junior High Principal, a handsome Hispanic woman with graying hair, PRINCIPAL STEVENS. They are mid-conversation.
You lied to me, Dawn?
Dawn studies her fingernails.
Didn't lie, exactly...
Oh, yeah? What about all the times
I asked you how school was and you
Well it was! You didn't ask if
I was in it...
when it was fine...
Buffy shakes her head, nonplussed.
(to the Principal)
I don't know what to say. I guess
you probably know it's been a really
hard time for Dawn these last few
months and not that that's an excuse--
I understand. Your mother was a
lovely woman and we'll all miss
her very much.
I know how difficult it must be.
It is. For Dawn, especially.
I mean, she's just a kid.
Principal Stevens looks off, lost in thought.
(eyes back on Buffy)
I think we both know that Dawn is
a lot more than "just a kid."
Buffy and Dawn look startled. Does she know...?
She's a talented young girl with
a sharp mind.
(looking at Dawn)
When she puts the effort in.
Dawn self-consciously looks away.
Look, I realize there's been some
ball dropping, but I'm sure this'll all--
Dawn. Why don't you wait outside for
a few minutes.
Dawn throws a sheepish glance at Buffy, then stands, moves to the door and exits.
BUFFY watches her go, then turns back to
PRINCIPAL STEVENS, whose demeanor's become a bit more serious. They stare at each other for a moment.
ON BUFFY'S expression of dread...
INT. MAGIC SHOP - DAY
A quiet day. An OLDER COUPLE browses the shop. GILES sits behind the counter.
WILLOW and XANDER sit at the table. Willow reads a school book. Xander studies a comic. ANYA stands nearby, observing the Older Couple, scrutinizing them. Xander notices.
Honey, old saying: "A watched
customer never buys."
They would if they were patriotic.
Willow and Xander exchange a look.
Okay, I'm going in.
Yes. I've recently come to realize
there's more to me than just being
human. I'm also an American.
I suppose you are, in a matter of
speaking. You were born here.
Your mortal self.
That's right, foreigner. So I've
been reading a lot about the good
ol' US of A, embracing the
extraordinarily precious ideology
that helped to shape and define it.
Capitalism. A free market dependent
on the profitable exchange of goods
for currency. A system of symbiotic
beauty apparently lost on these old
people. Look at them.
ANYA'S POV - The kindly-looking couple browsing, having a nice time.
Perusing the shelves, undressing the
merchandise with their eyeballs...
all ogle, no cash. It's not just
annoying, it's un-American.
(looking over at them)
Yes, appalling. Almost as if they no
longer think money can buy happiness.
Totally. Un-American. And you know
what else is un-American? French people.
You don't say.
From what I hear, they don't tip.
French old people, that's really the
bottom of the barrel, huh?
Ahn, how 'bout we try being a bit
less prejudiced and a bit more inclusive?
(then, indicating him and Willow)
Not us, just you.
I'm going to make those fogies buy things.
As she crosses to the other side of the shop...
Buffy and Dawn enter.
Hey, what's up? It's Dawn Giovanni
and the Buffster.
So all went well at the university,
Yep. I'm all dropped out.
Good on you. Welcome to the real world.
Why do people who don't go to college
always refer to everything outside of
college as the "real world"? Like
college is some imaginary realm with
elves and witches and...
(thinks about it)
Lotta fun to be had on the outside.
Well, this is just for now. I'm
thinking I'll probably go back
And that's cool too. Whatever you
choose, you've got my support. Just
think of me as...as your...
You know, I'm searching for
'supportive things' and I'm coming
up all bras. So. Something slightly
more manly preferably, think of me
as that. Seriously, whatever you need.
Thanks. Actually, I need to speak to
Giles alone for a minute.
Cool. That's cool.
Willow, mind watching the till?
Not at all.
As Giles and Buffy cross to the back room, Buffy looks at Dawn.
Um, Dawn, why don't you get started
on your homework, okay? If you need
Will, could you...?
Willow gives a comforting nod as Buffy and Giles exit.
INT. TRAINING ROOM - DAY
Buffy is slumped on the training mat, her head resting against a punching bag. Giles stands.
I don't know what to do... She's
messing up. I'm messing up.
It's... a mess.
You're going to have to put your foot
down with her.
I try. My foot's not used to being
I want you to do it. Can't you be
No, Buffy, I don't think so.
Please? Pretty please? C'mon, your
feet are way bigger than mine! I mean,
you're so much more a grown-up than
me. She needs an authority figure, a
strong guiding hand. She'll listen to you--
Just like you always have?
He raises his eyebrows.
Then perk up your ears. I may be a
grown-up, but you're her family. Her
only real family now. She needs you
to do this.
A moment passes as Buffy lets this sink in. Slowly, she drags herself up from the mat.
Right. She needs me.
As she heads towards the door:
Me the grown up. Me the authority
figure. The guiding hand and stompy
foot that is me.
That's the spirit.
Okay, I can do this.
I know you can.
For a second Buffy loses her gumption:
(sucking it up)
Right. Here we go.
As they exit the training room into the Magic Shop proper:
Early to bed, early to rise;
balanced breakfasts; hospital
corners; museum visits. It's a
new beginning: discipline, authority...
INT. MAGIC SHOP - CONTINUOUS
She enters and sees something.
ANGLE: Willow, Anya, and Xander, lying in the shape of a triangle on the floor of the Magic Shop. Dawn stands in the middle of them. Willow and Dawn are laughing hysterically.
What is this?
Dawn freezes when she hears Buffy. Willow throws an exaggerated, 'Oops, busted' look to Dawn.
Dawn, I thought I told you to do
Anya and Xander seem embarrassed; they exit to another part of the shop. Giles follows.
Please don't lie to me.
We were acting out a geometry
problem. 'Cause I just read this
really neat article that said kids
learn math better when you tap
into their visual learning patterns;
you know, using the right brain too,
instead of just the left and stuff
So we made a triangle with our
bodies. And that's when I called
Xander 'obtuse' and he got all
grumpy and then Dawn said we
were 'acute' triangle and, well...
Right. Well, you know what? I think
maybe Dawn should do her geometry
But it was working. I was really
Go get your stuff.
Dawn goes to gather her schoolbooks and backpack.
(under her breath)
Fine, don't listen to me.
(to Buffy, trying to
lighten the moment)
Don't get all grouchy at her... Who
among us can ignore the allure of really
funny math puns?
It's really important Dawn finishes
her school work right now.
I know it is. And I'm a big fan of
school. You know me, I'm all: 'Go
school, it's your birthday'! Or
something to that effect.
Look. I know you mean well but you
just don't understand. And there's
no way you could.
I do so understand. You're stressed out--
I'm more than stressed out.
I'm freaked out.
Yeah. Well, maybe you need a little
break to de-freak. You could come to
the World Culture Fair, if you want,
with me and Tara.
Nah, I don't think so.
C'mon, you could bring Dawn and it
could be really fun. I mean educational-
type fun, in a discipliney sort of way.
Supposedly the highlights last year
were baked sushi and some inexperienced
yogis who tried to walk on burning coals and--
Can't do it Will. But don't worry.
It's not like I don't have a life.
I do. I have Dawn's life.
Buffy firmly leads Dawn out of the shop. As they exit, Dawn turns her head to Willow and rolls her eyes. Off Dawn's look we cut to:
INT. GLORY'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - DAY
Glory has a new expression on her face: a look of confidence and near serenity.
So it's her. Under our noses all
this time. I like the detail work
those monks did. Quirks, foibles,
passions. It's all so cute, so human,
ya know? Pretty convincing really.
But not convincing enough.
They sand by the door to her apartment. Glory's dressed now and Jinx, Murk, and Slook stand all in a row, awaiting her orders.
You all know your assignments.
I think it's time to collect the Key.
They move to exit.
INT. WILLOW'S DORM ROOM - DAY
Willow and Tara getting ready to go to the fair, Tara getting both their jackets from the closet as Willow puts on her shoes.
It wasn't anything, really; Buffy was
just being kinda crabby at Dawn about
Well, it's understandable...
Sure it is! I'd totally be blowing
off classes if I was in Dawnie's shoes.
Sweetie, you wouldn't blow off
class if your head was on fire. And
I meant Buffy.
Understandable. About the crabby; I
mean she has to look after Dawn now.
Yeah, but not in a 'Miss Minchin's
Select Seminary for Girls' way, I
mean she'll just make Dawn even
I had to deal with my brother's
problems after, I mean -- you
really can't know what it's like to--
I know that.
Slight pause -- there was a touch of bitterness, just a touch, in that reply.
I didn't mean--
No, I just, I mean I know I can't
know what you went through, I
just... It's no big.
I made you mad.
All I meant was that--
--It's okay, the whole Buffy thing
just -- Forget it.
No, please, if I... I mean, tell me
if I said something wrong. Otherwise
I know I'll say it again, probably often
and in public.
No, I was snippy gal, it's just... I
know I can't, on some level... it's
like my opinion isn't worth anything
because I haven't been through... I
didn't lose my mom, so I don't know...
Well I'm not the expert, I mean, I
only lost one... Do I act like I'm
the big Knowledge Woman?
Is that "no" spelled Y-E-S?
S-O-R-T of... it's just... I mean I
just feel like the junior partner
sometimes, you've been doing
everything longer than me, you've
been out longer, and practicing
witchcraft way longer--
--Oh but you're way beyond me there.
In just a few -- I mean it frightens me
how powerful you're getting.
Beat. That was definitely the wrong thing to say.
That's a weird word.
(knows damn well)
It frightens you? I frighten you?
That's so not what I mean. I meant
Well I took Psyche 101 -- I mean,
I took it from an evil government
scientist who was skewered by her
Frankenstein-like creation right
before the final -- but I know what
a Freudian slip is.
Don't you trust me?
With my life!
That's not what I mean.
Can't we just go the fair?
I'm not feeling real multicultural
right now. What is it about me that
you don't trust?
It's not that. I worry. Sometimes...
You're changing so much, so fast,
I don't know... where you're heading...
Where I'm heading?
I'm saying everything wrong.
I think you're being pretty clear.
It isn't the witch thing -- this is
about the other changes in my life.
I trust you. I just... I don't know
where I'm gonna fit in. In your
life, when --
When I 'change back'? Yeah, this is
just a college thing, just a little
experimentation before I get over
the thrill and head back to boys' town.
You think that?
She is pretty confrontational here. Even Tara is surprised that she meets it halfway:
You know, I'm really sorry I didn't
establish my lesbo street cred before
I got into this relationship. But you're
the only woman I've ever fallen in love
with, so how on earth could you possibly
take me seriously?
And she's heading out.
Have fun at the fair.
She's gone. Tara is stricken.
EXT. BUFFY'S PORCH - DAY
We see two minions creeping up to be near the window. Push in to see:
INT. BUFFY'S HOUSE - DINING ROOM - DAY
Buffy and Dawn sit opposite each other at the dining room table. Dawn is doing her homework and Buffy is folding laundry. Buffy talks excitedly; her energy high.
Okay, so I think the next step is to
make a chart. A schedule. I'll write
down all the things you're supposed
to do and when you have to do them
and there'll be a box for everything
and you can make a big x in it when
you're accomplished your task.
Dawn looks up from her homework, giving Buffy the evil eye.
What? You want gold stars, you can
have gold stars--
I don't want gold stars. I don't
want any of this.
I'm just trying to give you a normal life.
Well, good luck.
Buffy looks at Dawn. They hold each other's eyes.
What? What am I doing wrong now?
This is for real, Dawn.
No, it isn't. I'm not real, so why
would my exciting graph of chores
be real? Who cares if a Key gets an
Dawn puts down her pen, shoves her homework to one side defiantly. Buffy pushes it back in front of her.
It's not a graph. It's a chart.
And you are real.
Yeah? Those Monks put grades K
through Eight in my head. Can't we
just wait and see if they drop Nine
in there too?
Dammit, Dawn, this is serious!
Why? Why should I care about any of this?
Because they'll take you away!
Shocked, Dawn stares at Buffy. Buffy collects herself.
Take me away? What do you mean?
They'll take you away from me.
That's what your principal told me
when you weren't in the room. If
I can't make you go to school, I won't
be found fit to be your legal guardian.
A beat as Dawn takes this in.
Where would I go?
I don't... Dad, maybe? Or foster
care? I didn't... I didn't really
want to ask.
You could've told me that.
I just did.
Dawn stares at Buffy, silently asking her for a way out of this. Buffy shrugs, helpless, not knowing how to make it better.
A SAD SONG STARTS
They sit together, but they're far apart.
INT. MAGIC SHOP - DAY
THE SAD SONG PLAYS
Willow sits by herself in the front corner where the cushions are. She's lonesome and sad, scared and emotionally bruised by her first real fight with Tara.
Across the show, Giles and Anya work at the cash register, oblivious to Willow's solitary pain.
Willow's lost in thought. Then she seems to have come to a decision. She looks towards the door.
EXT. CAMPUS - DAY
THE MUSIC CONTINUES as we pan to the campus grounds.
The sun is out and the quad is overtaken by college kids enjoying the Arts Fair. There are booths set up with food, art and music of different cultures. In the distance we see a long Chinese Dragon puppet, weaving through the crowds. A Hispanic kid in Lederhosen is hitting on a pretty girl. Flags are flying, people are playing different instruments, and in general a happy chaos reigns.
ANGLE: TARA ALONE ON A BENCH.
Alone amongst all this jubilation, she sits watching the happy students as they pass. Her face blank with sorrow.
THE SONG ENDS and we can hear one of the loneliest sounds in the world: other people laughing when you're depressed and alone.
ANGLE: A FEMALE HAND SLIDES UNDER TARA'S.
It gives a gentle squeeze.
ANGLE: TARA'S FACE
She starts to smile. Willow has found her! She turns toward her friend.
WIDER: TARA AND GLORY
It's not Willow sitting next to Tara. It's Glory. Tara's expression changes to shock and fear.
This seat taken?
ANGLE: THE HANDS
Glory squeezes, securing the grip.
INT. MAGIC SHOT - DAY
Willow still looks blank. But she's on her feet now. She wanders over near the counter. Giles is cutting open a package wrapped in twine.
I hope this isn't another return.
Everyone wants petrified hamsters,
then they're never happy with them.
He takes in Willow's blank appearance.
Are you all right?
Willow nods sadly.
Ah yes. Your good mood is both
obvious and contagious.
I had a fight with Tara. It was awful.
As Giles talks, he picks a piece of merchandise off the counter, moves through the swinging doors to put it on a shelf. Willow follows him. [NOTE: WE ARE ESTABLISHING A SIDE DOOR TO THE SHOP HERE].
You two don't quarrel much, do you?
Never. 'Til today.
Well, it's over now.
Over? How can it be over?
I just found her!
The quarrel is over.
Giles senses something at the side door. He barely registers it.
And you'll feel better when you make
your apologies. Then you'll know you
can fight without the world ending.
Giles casually rests a hand on the doorknob of the side door.
I know it must seem bleak now, but as
they say, "This too...
IN ONE SWIFT MOTION, HE YANKS THE DOOR OPEN
A Minion--Slook--who was spying outside the door comes tumbling forward.
THEN, JUST AS QUICK, GILES SLAMS THE DOOR HALF-WAY SHUT, CRACKING IT against the Minion's skull, and OPENING IT so the Minion falls forward into his arms.
During this commotion, Anya has run to join the others. She and Willow stare at Giles.
Giles pulls Slook into the open area of the store. Getting a grip on the Minion's hair, Giles shoves him down onto his knees.
Now, what do we have here?
He's one of those things that
work for Glory.
Yes. How helpful.
The Minion looks Giles square in the eye.
I do indeed work for the God. Let me
go if you do not wish to incur her anger.
But she's not here. What a marvelous
opportunity for you and me to talk.
I will never betray Glorificus.
I will never talk, no matter what
Actually, you're talking quite a lot.
But not about the right things.
Tell us why you were here.
No words shall pass my lips that
would bring peril to Glorificus.
Giles holds the Minion's gaze. Without looking away.
Quickly you two, on the counter...
get the twine. Let's tie him up.
We follow Anya and Willow as they grab the lengths of twine off the counter.
They are startled by A LOUD CRUNCH AND AN ANGUISHED GASP OF PAIN.
Anya and Willow turn to see:
Pale and sweaty. Trembling at Giles' feet.
Don't... I'll tell you anything.
Please. Whatever you want to
know. Just... I'll... anything...
(casual, almost sheepish)
He changed his mind.
I'm... I'm supposed to watch. We're
watching the Slayer's people.
While Glory fetches the Key.
A horrible pause.
Glory knows who the Key is?
Panic fills their eyes.
We've got to call Buffy.
Too late. Too late. Glorificus will
find the witch and there's nothing
you can do to stop her.
Witch. What do you mean--
(as it hits)
She is the new one among you. It
wasn't hard to figure out. The
Glorious One will have found her
by now. She will have her Key.
Willow's adrenaline is racing; she's ready for action. Heading to the door.
Willow, wait. I'll go with--
No. Call Buffy. Go look in Tara's
room. I'm going to check the Fair.
And she's out the door.
EXT. CAMPUS - DAY
Glory sits next to Tara on the bench still holding her hand.
This is nice. Just hanging out.
Just us girls.
Tara stares forward into the crowd of people laughing, playing, oblivious.
You like this sort of thing,
Before Tara can say anything...
GLORY SQUEEZES TARA'S HAND. So hard that WE HEAR BONES SNAP.
Tara GASPS, in terrible pain.
(soft and horrible)
Don't make a sound.
Tara's eyes dart to TWO BIG GUYS IN RUGBY SHIRTS
Nuh-uh. They won't help you.
The couple passes buy. Tara's eyes move to a group of THREE BICYCLE COPS
I'd kill them. You know that.
There's no one here that can stop me.
She indicates people as they pass. Saying to Tara in a soft and terrifying voice:
I'll kill her. And them. And I'll
kill him. And him. And her. And
it'll be all your fault.
With that she gives Tara's hand another BONE CRUNCHING SQUEEZE. Tara nearly retches with pain. Her face is blanched of color. But she doesn't call out. Doesn't say a thing.
BLOOD STARTS TO SEEP FROM BETWEEN THE CLENCHED HANDS. APPARENTLY BONES HAVE BROKEN THE SKIN. THE BLOOD SLOWLY DRIPS THROUGH THE SLATS ONTO THE GRASS BELOW.
It's kind of funny, isn't it?
All these people here and nobody
who can do a thing. Not a person
who can help you. That's people
for you; pretty worthless.
She smiles at Tara.
But Keys on the other hand... Keys
are worth a very lot.
Tara's eyes widen, an awful realization. She makes a tiny shake of her head but it's too late.
GLORY GRABS TARA'S BLEEDING HAND AND BRINGS IT UP TO HER LIPS. SHE CLOSES HER EYES AND TAKE A BIG LICK OF THE BLOOD. SAVORS IT.
Suddenly, her eyes open. SHE GAGS! SPITTING THE BLOOD ON THE GROUND!
You lying little tramp. You're not
the Key. You're nothing. Just
another worthless human being.
I hate being lied to. It makes
me feel so betrayed!
Glory suddenly smiles.
Hey! Do you want to make it all
better? If you tell me who the KEY
really is I'll let you go. Think about
it. You think your hand hurts? Imagine
what you'll feel with my fingers wiggling
in your brain.
Tara looks at her in terror.
It doesn't kill you. What it does is
make you feel like you're in a noisy
little dark room. Naked, and ashamed.
And there are things in the dark that
need to hurt you 'cause you're bad.
Little pinching things that go in your
ears and crawl on the inside of your
skull. And you know that if the noise
and the crawling would stop, you
could remember how to get out.
But you never ever will.
She says it with the quiet unhappiness of someone who has experienced true madness herself. Tara is speechless with fear.
Who is the Key?
Tara looks at her, realizing that Glory will surely brainsuck her anyway. She thinks of Dawn, of Buffy.
Tara closes her eyes, jutting her chin forward proudly as tears spill down her cheeks; her expression indignant, offering her head to Glory: she'll never talk.
Glory reaches out, slides a hand down the side of Tara's face.
EXT. CAMPUS - DAY
Willow, running as fast as she possibly can. Faster. The crowd of students a blur as she pushes through them: a juggler, a group of cheerleaders in uniform. Her eyes wild, looking for Tara.
SHE SEES TARA. About ten yards away.
GLORY IS ABOUT TO BRAINSUCK TARA. She remains seated beside Tara, her fingers poised at Tara's temples, holding Tara's head pressed ear to ear to her.
Willow keeps running, pushing people out of her way. She begins a spell:
By force of heart, and mindful power,
By waning time and waxing hour...
GLORY'S FINGERTIPS PUSH JUST A FEW CENTIMETERS INTO TARA'S CRANIUM.
I echo Diana, um, when I decree...
what is it... what is it...
GLORY'S HANDS PLUNGE DEEP INTO TARA'S HEAD. GLORY WRITHES IN ECSTASY.
No...NOO! That she I love must now be...
It's too late.
Free. TARA!! NOOOOO!
Through the passing people, WILLOW SEES GLORY SMILE AT HER.
WILLOW LUNGES TOWARDS GLORY...
BUT THE CHINESE DRAGON IS IN BETWEEN THEM.
And when it has passed, GLORY IS GONE.
Willow goes to Tara, who still sits on the bench.
Tara! Are you okay?
It's dirty. It's all dirty. And all
over me. Dirty, dirty, bad. Bad!
Willow clutches Tara to her as she begins to cry.
Tara, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry.
Tara looks pleadingly at Willow, her eyes trying to communicate something her brain won't help her say.
It's under my skin. Dirt, dirt, dirt...
Willow rocks Tara, rubbing her back like she was soothing a baby.
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - DAY
Tara sits up on an examination table. She is wearing a hospital gown, looking scared and pitiful. Her injured hand is in a cast.
Willow sits on the doctor's stool, holding Tara's good hand. She's obviously been crying.
Giles, Xander, and Anya stand near them. The mood is bleak. Everyone listens as Doctor McCarthy--the same Doc who fired Ben earlier--talks to them.
Can't she go home now?
Unfortunately, no. Hospital policy
dictates we keep her for the night.
Does she have to? I can take care
of her at home.
It's poisoned. Why don't I tell you
that? It's got to be checked though.
Is she your sister?
It has to be verified of course.
Anyone could tell you that.
Of course. Of course.
She's my everything.
Well, you can get her released first
thing in the morning. But she's got
to spend one night in the psych ward,
just for observation. We'll keep an
eye on her, do a couple basic tests
and then you take her home. Does
that sound fair?
Willow nods blankly.
Well, you hold tight then, and I'll
send a nurse by in a few minutes
to pick up Tara.
He leaves. Willow stays near Tara, kissing her head, having a few private moments.
The others stand together awkwardly.
Words cannot express how much I hate
And yet the same words I say when
I hit my thumb with a hammer keep
coming to mind.
It's like Communism.
Buffy enters and goes straight to Willow.
Will. I'm so sorry.
She holds her tight.
Tara looks at Buffy and smiles a strange smile.
They kill mice.
Buffy tries to hug Tara; Tara remains stiff.
I'm sorry it took me so long. But I'm
here now and Dawn's safe with Spike
so I can stay as long as you need me.
Willow nods to show her gratitude.
I'm so scared.
Nothing to be worried about, kid...
INT. CAVES - DAY
Spike and Dawn walk through the creepy caves together. Dawn carries a flashlight. Spike is limping, still bruised and battered from episode 18.
No one's gonna hurt you.
Oh yeah, the same no one who did
that to you?
What, these? Just a few bruises.
Nothing to write home about.
Dawn doesn't respond. She looks grave.
Hey, chin up, Platelet. And don't
get scared. Maybe Glory doesn't
want to kill you. Maybe it's something--
They keep walking. Then Dawn stops, slumps to the ground. She buries her head in her hands. Spike kneels beside her.
After a moment, he tentatively reaches out a hand to pat her head.
Just as she whirls at him, her eyes flashing:
You want to know what I'm scared of, Spike?
In an instant, Spike withdraws his hand and makes like he was just planning on running it through his hair--cool-like.
Me. Right now, Glory thinks Tara's
the Key. But I'm the Key, Spike. I am.
And anything that happens to Tara is
'cause of me.
She points at Spike's bruises.
Your bruises, your limp... That's all
me, too. I'm like a lightning rod for
pain and hurt... and everyone around
me suffers... and...
And dies. I... This stupid Key must
be something horrible... to cause so
What do you know?
I'm a vampire. I know something
about evil. You're not evil.
Maybe, maybe not. Maybe I'm not evil
but I don't think I can be good.
Another beat as Spike thinks.
Well, I'm not good, and I'm okay.
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - DAY
CLOSE ON TARA'S FRANTIC FACE as her wheelchair is pushed out of the room by a nurse. She strains to look back at Willow.
Don't... please don't with that
treachery. I told the cats. And
now I beg my mother, sitting all alone.
'Bye Tara. I'll see you tomorrow.
I love you.
At the last second, Willow can't let Tara go. She tries to follow her out the door, but Xander catches her in his arms. Holding her.
Will, no. It's just for one night.
Yeah, I know. But it's a whole night
and I don't think I can sleep without her.
You can sleep with me.
You know, that came out a lot more
lesbian than it sounded in my head.
Will, you just have to rest. Right
now there's nothing you can do.
Willow looks up, determined.
Yes, there is.
Buffy looks at her, understanding.
No. No way...
Willow exits into the hallway. Buffy follows.
INT. HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS
You can't even think about taking
Willow faces Buffy. Strong.
You saw what she did to Tara.
I can't let her get away with it.
No, you have to let her get away with
it. Even I'm no match for her, you
But maybe I am.
Willow starts to walk down the hall. Buffy blocks her way.
You're not. And I won't let you go.
It's not your choice, Buffy; it's mine.
This is not the time.
When, Buffy? When is? When you feel
like it? When it's someone you love like
I love Tara? When it's Dawn, is that it Buffy?
No. When we have a chance. We'll
fight her when we have a chance.
You wouldn't last five minutes
Willow. She's a god.
Willow nods, slowly. Then she slumps as if every atom in her body is giving up.
Fine. I'll wait.
It's the only choice.
Willow turns around and walks off in the opposite direction.
Can I do anything--
Just let me be alone.
Buffy watches her go, slowly making her way down the hall.
INT. THE MAGIC BOX - DAY
Sharp change of pace. Willow moving quickly now. As she enters the closed shop. And makes her way to the balcony ladder, nimbly climbing it.
She's now in the special OFF-LIMITS SECTION that Dawn pilfered in episode 17. Her movements are quick and decisive; she doesn't worry about leaving things as she found them.
A SERIES OF CUTS:
She spots some of the move evil, dangerous potions: she pockets A SMALL LEATHER BAG FULL OF POWDER and a RED GLASS BOTTLE.
CUT: She yanks open a drawer filled with TALISMANS, RUNES, as well as NUMEROUS KNIVES and JEWELED DAGGERS.
CUT: She's at the book shelf, looking for something. After a beat, she begins feverishly PULLING BOOKS OUT, letting them fall upon the floor.
CUT: When all the books have been removed from the shelf, she sees what she wants, pressed against the back of the shelf:
A GIANT BLACK LEATHER BOOK WITH A HUGE BRASS LOCK ON ITS PAGE SIDE
She HEAVES IT TO THE GROUND where we can see its title:
SHE HEFTS AN AXE AND SWINGS THE BLADE AT THE BRASS LOCK.
THE LOCK BREAKS OPEN AND THE DANGEROUS PAGES BEGIN TO FLUTTER AS IF IN A SUDDEN WIND.
INT. GLORY'S APARTMENT - BEDROOM - DAY
Glory paces, energetically rifling through some DRESSES on hangers, considering them and tossing them aside, letting them fall just anywhere. The Minions scurry to pick them up as they drop.
Too summery, too power-suit, eugh,
way too nineties, and... oh.
She stops. Turns, holding the last dress up against her.
What do you think?
For just a basic show up and
slaughter your enemies thing.
The minions pause, a little thrown. Glory's waiting.
The garments themselves merely serve
to heighten your magnificence, oh
Glory nods, satisfied.
She goes into the:
INT. GLORY'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - DAY/EVENING
You know, I think I'm a little buzzed
from eating that witch. What a mind
she had. Nummy treat.
...Is your grace not the slightest
bit... concerned about...
What, about the Slayer? Don't be
stupid. I know I'm closing in. The
Key's as good as mine. Girl like
Buffy's got just so many friends.
All I gotta do is rip through 'em,
one by one, until I finally...
SUDDENLY THERE'S A RUMBLING. Glory stops. Listens.
THE SOUND GROWS LOUDER, LIKE A CONSTANT THUNDER. The Minions look to Glory.
THE ROOM BEGINS TO SHAKE EVR SO SLIGHTLY. A VASE FALLS FROM A TABLE AND CRASHES TO THE GROUND.
THE ROOM BECOMES DARKER; OUTSIDE, DAY HAS TURNED TO NIGHT.
Did anybody order an apocalypse?
THEN VERY QUICKLY: THE BOLTS AND LOCKS ON THE DOOR UNLOCK THEMSELVES AND THE DOOR FLIES OPEN.
AND WILLOW IS THERE. NOT STANDING, BUT FLOATING A GOOD FOOT AND A HALF ABOUT THE FLOOR.
Her arms are extended at her sides, palms facing front. Her hair and clothes are blowing behind her as if she stands at the bow of a boat.
AND HER EYES. Her eyes show no pupils, no irises, they are completely black. And they GLOW.
SHE MOVES TOWARDS US, TOWARDS GLORY.
Incanting all the while, almost inaudible at first, but growing:
Kali, Hera, Kronos, Tonic...
The Minions run in terror, secreting themselves somewhere at the back of the apartment.
Air like nectar thick as Onyx...
Cassiel by your second star...
It's the lover.
That's so cute.
GLORY STRIDES TOWARDS WILLOW. But only gets a couple steps before:
Hold mine victim, as in tar!
Suddenly, Glory's stopped cold - caught in the mire of Willow's spell. She pushes forward but it's hard -- Something invisible making the air impossibly viscous.
GLORY SNARLS LIKE AN ANIMAL SNARED IN A TRAP.
Willow speaks in a strange and warbling voice, like a fairy tale's wicked witch.
I. Owe. You. Pain.
And on the word "pain," WILLOW'S EMPTY EYES GLOW BRIGHTER. SHE RAISES BOTH ARMS, AIMING TEN FINGERTIPS STRAIGHT AT GLORY. ENERGY BLASTS FROM HER FINGERTIPS.
Glory gets engulfed in the wave of unholy energy. We see and hear her do something she's never done before:
INT. CAVES - EVENING
Buffy, Spike and Dawn in the caves. They are mid-conversation. Dawn looks devastated. Buffy tries to protect her by down-playing what has happened to Tara.
So, what'd the doctors say? Is Tara...
like those guys in the mental ward,
or, is it different somehow?
They said there's no way of knowing
'Cause... none of those guys got
better. I mean, none of them.
Dawn honey... Tara might not either.
Buffy tries to comfort Dawn as Dawn buries her head in her hands, starting to cry.
It's all my fault.
It's not your fault.
She was looking to go all paybacky
on Glory for a minute there, but I
cooled her down a little.
Actually, a lot.
She's not gonna do anything rash, then.
I explained, you know, there was no point.
So, you're saying a powerful and mightily
pissed-off witch was planning to go out
and spill herself a few pints of God blood
Spike fixes Buffy with a quizzical look. Waiting...
You think she'd...? No. I told
Willow, fighting Glory'd be suicide...
I'd do it.
Buffy looks at him. He looks to the ground.
Right person. Person I loved.
And back to her eyes.
I'd do it.
Think, Buffy. If Glory'd done that to me...
Buffy stands motionless a moment, thinking. It hits her. And without a word, she BOLTS out of there...
INT. GLORY'S APARTMENT - EVENING
Close on Willow's face, streaked by tears, her eyes glowing eerily. She no longer floats, standing on the ground now.
The apartment has been trashed. Curtains pulled down, furniture broken. We see the remnants of Willow's spells: the leather bag on the floor; broken red glass from the potion bottle.
Across the room, A LARGE MIRROR SHATTERS ON THE WALL, its SHARDS falling on Glory, raining down around her. Glory LAUGHS.
Is that it? Is that the best you can do?
Despite her laughing, she looks like she's taken a few blows. Her dress is torn, she staggers just a little...
You think I care about all this?
The apartment, the clothes...
As she says this she stands up straight and rips off her dress, revealing a full black slip.
I don't give a rat's ass when it
comes right down to it.
She BACKHANDS WILLOW, FLINGING HER ACROSS THE ROOM.
WILLOW LANDS ON A LARGE CHAIR WHICH TAKES ON HER MOMENTUM, CATAPULTING ACROSS THE FLOOR, AND TIPPING OVER ONTO WILLOW.
Sucking on your girlfriend's mind,
now that was something to treasure.
WILLOW FREES HERSELF, STANDS, AND NEVER TAKES HER EYES OFF GLORY.
A LEATHER BAG slides across the floor, fast, by itself. Stops right in front of Willow. Unties itself and opens up like a flower.
What's this? Bag of tricks?
Suddenly A DOZEN KNIVES FLY STRAIGHT UP OUT OF THE BAG, INTO THE AIR, POINTING AT GLORY - THEY FREEZE IN MID-AIR...
Bag of knives.
WHOOSH! THE ENTIRE DOZEN KNIVES ALL FLY STRAIGHT FORWARD AT GLORY SIMULTANIOUSLY.
GLORY STANDS HER GROUND, AND, FASTER THAN THE EYE CAN FOLLOW, BATS THE KNIVES OUT OF THE WAY. ONLY ONE OR TWO GET THROUGH HER DEFENSE. AND THE ONES THAT DO - BOUNCE OFF.
Glory laughs, LIFTS A TABLE AND CHUCKS IT AT WILLOW WITH INCREDIBLE FORCE. SMASH!
Willow, CRIES OUT, in pain as the table hits her. She goes down. But manages to return the volley:
Spirit of serpents now appear.
Hissing, writhing, striking near.
The carpet Glory stands upon suddenly RISES UP from all four corners (CGI). The corners begin twisting themselves around Glory like a huge snake.
Now this is getting weak...
As she says this, Glory simply WALKS THROUGH the twisting carpet. It EVAPORATES as she passes. (NOTE: THIS EFFECT IS ALL IN ONE SHOT).
Willow, injured, watches as Glory approaches. Glory comes closer to Willow, clutches her face in one hand, taking a good look at her prey.
And so are you, honey.
WILLOW'S EYES HAVE TURNED BACK TO NORMAL. She is weak.
WILLOW SPITS IN GLORY'S FACE. Glory doesn't move, lets the spittle slowly drip off.
You're going to regret that.
Glory grabs Willow by one wrist and drags her across the room with ease. Willow slides along the floor like a wounded animal.
Glory scoops up a knife from the floor without breaking stride. She lifts Willow up, holding her against the wall by her wrist.
You know what they used to do
to witches, Lover?
Glory raises the knife high into frame, ready to plunge it into Willow. Willow can watch but she can't move.
The knife blade comes whistling down - then STOPS. Glory's wrist is held fast. She looks up to see - BUFFY.
They used to bow down to gods.
Buffy twists Glory's wrist straight back, making her drop the knife with a small cry of pain.
Buffy lets loose with a solid ROUNDHOUSE KICK, tagging Glory square in the head and sending her whole body whipping sideways.
BUFFY PRESSES THE ATTACK, LANDING A QUICK SERIES OF BLOWS. GLORY TAKES THEM IN STRIDE, THEN COUNTERS. BUFFY EVADES GLORY'S BLOWS, BACKS UP AGAINST THE COUCH...
AND IN A MOMENT OF TREMENDOUS STRENGTH, BUFFY PUSHES THE FAINTING COUCH AT GLORY, KNOCKING THE WIND OUT OF HER.
Buffy picks the groggy Willow up off the floor.
Glory thrusts the couch aside and strides forward toward Buffy and Willow with purpose and confidence.
Willow weakly raises up one hand, holds it palm-out at Glory:
And Glory STOPS - stuck again. She presses against her invisible barrier - unable to move forward...
This isn't over.
Buffy helps Willow to her feet and they run out the door.
Do you hear me? It isn't over!
INT. TARA'S ROOM - DAY (DAY 3)
Suitcases and boxes filled with Tara's belongings lie on the floor, some closed, some still awaiting more stuff.
Tara sits crossed-legged on the bed wearing flannel pajamas and a blank expression. Willow, Buffy, and Dawn sit on the edges of the bed, around her. Willow looks exhausted. Buffy opens a bag of sandwiches.
The mood is peaceful, safe. Like they've found a quiet eddy in the storm. Though they joke, they're neither boisterous nor forced, just dear and tired friends allowing themselves to have a moment of calm.
Eggplant, that's me. And, what is
this, peanut butter and... ew, salami,
Dawn takes the sandwich from her.
Yeah, like eggplant is normal. It's
what - half-egg, half-plant? 'Cause
that's just unnatural.
Willow holds up her chicken sandwich.
What's Tara got?
I got her tuna. Does she like...
Tara, you like Tuna?
Plastic and their six sisters.
Six sick sisters. Willow?
We'll just start a little slow today,
okay? Buffy, can I have that?
She indicates some applesauce. Buffy hands it to her. Willow looks to Tara.
Willow opens the jar and fills a spoon. Then gently, tenderly, she feeds Tara. Like a child.
There we go. Yeah, that's my girl.
It's okay. I'm right here.
Tara smiles. Willow fills another spoonful.
Can I help?
Will lets Dawn feed Tara as she talks to Buffy.
What are you gonna need?
I don't know... They gave me a lot of
stuff to keep her calm. They said I
might need to restrain her at night,
but... Sometimes she's fine, she looks
at me and she's fine.
I'm sorry I couldn't have...
It's okay. I can do this. I'm
gonna take care of her. Even
if she never... She's my girl.
I know you do.
Willow and Buffy lock eyes. Then Willow returns her attention to Tara (no longer being fed) and whispers just for her:
Hear that, baby? You're my always.
Willow kisses Tara's forehead and SUDDENLY THE ENTIRE WALL GETS RIPPED OUT RIGHT BEHIND HER.
Our girls are blasted by the raw sunlight, suddenly exposed, vulnerable.
Blinking into the light, they see their worst nightmare:
I told you this wasn't over.
No! The place is cracking, cracking.
No, no, no...
Tara, it's okay. It's okay.
Tara looks at Dawn and suddenly is fixated, as if seeing a rainbow for the first time:
Look at that... the light,
it's so pure...
(pointing at Dawn)
Such a pure green energy.
It's so beautiful.
Tara starts to cry at the beauty of Dawn, the Key.
GLORY'S EYES LIGHT ON DAWN.
DAWN LOOKS TO BUFFY.
BUFFY LOOKS AT GLORY.
But she knows it's too late. GLORY KNOWS.