Buffy Episode #85: “Fool for Love” Transcript

     

    Written by Douglas Petrie

     

    Prologue

     

    1     EXT.   SUNNYDALE CEMETERY- NIGHT    1

     

    All is quiet in the mist-shrouded graveyard. Suddenly, the peace is shattered as BUFFY pounds a VAMPIRE dressed like a Van Halen reject to the ground.

     

    BUFFY

    You know, it's probably none of my business but I just gotta ask...

     

    The vampire lunges at her and she backhands it.

     

    BUFFY

    You smell this bad when you were alive?

     

    She kicks the vampire into a headstone.

     

    BUFFY

    'Cause if it's a post-mortem thing, then boy, is my face red...

     

    She flips him over the headstone and whips out a stake.

     

    BUFFY

    But just so you know, the fast-growing field of personal grooming has come a long way since you became a vampire.

     

    Buffy somersaults over the headstone, stake raised and ready to strike. But the vampire seizes her arm as she lands, spins her around and plunges the stake into Buffy's abdomen. Her eyes go wide with shock and pain as she looks down at the stake protruding from her body.

     

    Opening credit sequence.

     

     

    ACT I

     

    2     EXT.   SUNNYDALE CEMETERY- NIGHT    2

     

    Resume. Buffy looks down in horror at the stake in her gut. She grips the shaft and, with a gasp of pain, pulls it out. Her sweater is soaked with her blood.

     

    For the first time in a long time, Buffy feels fear. She turns and flees, trying to escape the vampire. The hunter had become the hunted. Her wound slows her, however, and she casts terrified glances over her shoulder.

     

    Suddenly, the vampire leaps in front of her and she stops with a gasp, looking around desperately for an escape route.

     

    ROCKER VAMPIRE

    You're going? But you were having so much fun a minute ago!

     

    Buffy brings the stake up but the creature easily knocks it from her grasp and tosses her against a nearby crypt. She doubles over in pain as the vampire picks up her stake and approaches with a predatory grin.

     

    Buffy is helpless. She realizes that this is the moment she's been dreading but always knew would come. She's going to die.

     

    As the vampire raises the stake for the killing blow, he's suddenly tackled to the ground by RILEY. He rains blows down on the demon and takes out a taser but the vampire knocks it from his hand before he can use it and takes off across the graveyard. Riley is about to give chase when he notices Buffy's obvious distress and rushes to her aid.

     

    RILEY

    Buffy! What happened?

     

    She holds up her bloody hands, then collapses in arms, unconscious.

     

    CUT TO:

     

    3     INT.   SUMMERS HOME- BUFFY'S ROOM- DAY    3

     

    Riley is applying first aid and dressing Buffy's wound.

     

    BUFFY

    I can't believe I passed out. Do you think I'm a total wuss now?

     

    RILEY

    Oh, yeah. I like a girl who can play a few hard sets of tennis with a major stab wound.

     

    BUFFY

    You said it wasn't that bad.

     

    RILEY

    I said I've seen worse. There's a difference.

     

    BUFFY

    Well, at least no major organs got kebabed.

     

    RILEY

    I still think you need to see a real doctor.

     

    BUFFY

    That would put me in a real hospital which would get my real mom real freaked out. I can't do it. Don't worry. Accelerated healing powers come with the Slayer package. And the boyfriend who comes complete with combat medical training? That's just a Buffy Summers bonus.

     

    RILEY

    So tell me about the bad guy- or guys. What do you think they were?

     

    BUFFY

    Vampire.

     

    RILEY

    How many?

     

    BUFFY

    One.

     

    Riley is surprised.

     

    RILEY

    So... what? He was like a super-vampire or something?

     

    BUFFY

    No, he was the regular kind. He just beat me.

     

    RILEY

    That ever happen before?

     

    BUFFY

    I'm in the best physical shape of my life. I mean, if you're asking how it happened, I don't-

     

    The door flies open and DAWN runs in.

     

    BUFFY

    Dawn!

     

    DAWN

    Sorry to interrupt the sex-capades. I just wanted to tell you that Mom's coming.

     

    Riley hides the bandages and tape just as JOYCE enters the room.

     

    JOYCE

    Hi, Riley.

     

    RILEY

    Hey, Mrs. Summers. How're you feeling?

     

    JOYCE

    I'm fine, bordering on chipper and tomorrow planning on being obnoxious.

     

    RILEY

    (smiles)

    Glad to hear it.

     

    JOYCE

    Buffy, when you have a minute I'd like to go over the grocery list for next week.

     

    BUFFY

    You got it.

     

    JOYCE

    (re: alcohol)

    Are you disinfecting something?

     

    BUFFY

    Huh? Oh, uh-

     

    DAWN

    Mine! Some nail polish experiments are doomed before they even begin.

     

    JOYCE

    But you keep pushing the envelope, honey.

     

    Joyce smiles and leaves, closing the bedroom door behind her.

     

    DAWN

    (smiles; to Buffy)

    Did I just pull a Slayer-related Mom cover-up thing? Come on, who's the man?

     

    BUFFY

    You are. A very short, annoying man.

     

    Stung, Dawn's smile fades.

     

    BUFFY

    If I show you something, you promise you won't tell?

     

    Dawn crosses her heart and Buffy lifts her shirt to reveal the bandaged stab wound. Dawn is awed.

     

    DAWN

    Oh, cool! (off Buffy's look) I mean, gross!

     

    BUFFY

    And Mom cannot know. Okay? You'll help me with the household stuff?

     

    DAWN

    Oh, sure. I save your butt and you dump all your chores on me. (off Buffy's look) I got it. You're covered. We're good. Just lucky it's not bikini season.

     

    Buffy smiles and strokes Dawn's hair.

     

    RILEY

    So Dawn takes household duty. I'll take tonight's patrol.

     

    BUFFY

    By yourself?

     

    RILEY

    Just a sweep.

     

    BUFFY

    Do me a favor? Will you take the gang along with?

     

    RILEY

    Okay. I will patrol with the group tonight.

     

    DAWN

    When do I get to patrol?

     

    BUFFY

    Not until you're never.

     

    CUT TO:

     

    4     EXT.   SUNNYDALE CEMETERY- NIGHT    4

     

    Riley moves stealthily among the headstones, ducking from shadow to shadow. He pauses behind a large marble slab and raises his arm, fist closed, and pumps it up and down twice before moving further into the cemetery.

     

    WILLOW, ANYA and XANDER follow about twenty yards behind him, munching potato chips and making no effort to conceal themselves.

     

    XANDER

    (to Willow)

    What's with the hand move? Does that like mean something?

     

    WILLOW

    It's code. I think it breaks down to "choo-choo".

     

    She mimics pulling a train whistle.

     

    ANYA

    It means to follow him. That, or wait here for him.

     

    They watch Riley's covert movements for a moment, then Willow turns to Xander.

     

    WILLOW

    Ask.

     

    XANDER

    (yells)

    Hey, Riley! What's the (hand gesture) all about?

     

    RILEY

    (exasperated)

    It means yell real loud so the vampires who don't know we're coming will have a sporting chance.

     

    XANDER

    (to Willow)

    See, now he's all mean and sarcastic.

     

    WILLOW

    That's because you were doing all the yelling, Mr. Stealthy-Pants.

     

    ANYA

    (to Riley)

    It's their fault.

     

    RILEY

    Guys, I'm thinking if we split up, we could cover more ground. Tell you what? I'll take the cemeteries, you guys get the Bronze.

     

    ANYA

    Are we not being covert enough?

     

    XANDER

    We're sorry!

     

    WILLOW

    Sorry.

     

    XANDER

    We'll be sneakier. Promise.

     

    He munches loudly on a handful of chips.

     

    RILEY

    Okay. Just ditch the chips and watch my back.

     

    WILLOW

    Done.

     

    She reaches into the bag and grabs a handful of chips herself before setting the bag down. Riley moves off into the cemetery again.

     

    XANDER

    (to Anya)

    You know what he's like? He's like a cat. You know, a big jungle cat. How come I'm not like that? It's just so cool.

     

    WILLOW

    (munching)

    I think you're cool.

     

    CUT TO:

     

    5     INT.   THE MAGIC BOX- NIGHT   5

     

    The reading table is piled high with books. GILES and Buffy are into some deep research.

     

    GILES

    Here's another one. Early 18th Century Slayer.

     

    Buffy closes her book with a sigh and sets it on the stack.

     

    BUFFY

    Good. Let's hope she'll be more helpful than this last one.

     

    GILES

    Why? What does it say?

     

    BUFFY

    Same as all the others. Slayer called... blah, blah... great protector... blah, blah... scary battles... blah, blah... oops! She's dead. Where are the details?

     

    GILES

    Details? Well, it says this Slayer forged her own weapons.

     

    He hands the book to Buffy.

     

    BUFFY

    Gotta love a gal with an anvil. But where are the details of the Slayer's last battle? You know, what made that fight special? Why did she lose?

     

    GILES

    You didn't lose last night, Buffy. You just-

     

    BUFFY

    Got really close. I slipped up, Giles. I've been training harder than ever and still I... (beat) And there's nothing in any of these books to help me understand why. I mean... look, I realize that every Slayer comes with an expiration mark on the package. But I want mine to be a long time from now. Like a Cheeto. If there were just a few good descriptions of what took out the other Slayers, maybe it would help me to understand my mistake, to keep it from happening again.

     

    GILES

    Yes, well, the problem is after a final battle, it's difficult to get any... well, the Slayer's not... she's rather...

     

    BUFFY

    It's okay to use the D-word, Giles.

     

    GILES

    Dead. And hence not very forthcoming.

     

    BUFFY

    Why didn't the Watchers keep fuller accounts of it? The journals just stop.

     

    GILES

    Well, I suppose if they're anything like me, they just find the whole subject too-

     

    BUFFY

    Unseemly? Damn. Love ya but you Watchers are such prigs sometimes.

     

    GILES

    Painful... I was going to say.

     

    Buffy and Giles share a meaningful look.

     

    GILES

    But you're right. Accounts of the final battles would be very helpful. But there's no one left to tell the tales.

     

    Buffy has a sudden revelation.

     

    GILES

    What?

     

    CUT TO:

     

    6     INT.   SPIKE'S CRYPT- NIGHT   6

     

    Buffy shoves SPIKE against the wall and holds him there.

     

    SPIKE

    Ow! (beat) Wait. Not ow. You feeling all right, Slayer? This stuff usually hurts.

     

    Buffy spins him around to face her.

     

    BUFFY

    Don't even start, Spike.

     

    SPIKE

    What do you want?

     

    BUFFY

    Slayers. You killed two of them.

     

    SPIKE

    (wary)

    I did.

     

    BUFFY

    You're gonna show me how.

     

    FADE OUT

     

     

    ACT II

     

    7     INT.   THE BRONZE- NIGHT      7

     

    Spike and Buffy sit at a corner table. Spike greedily drains a mug of beer while Buffy stoically watches.

     

    SPIKE

    You know, there quite a few American beers that are highly underrated. This unfortunately is not one of them.

     

    BUFFY

    Update, Spike. We're not here to discuss the fine choice of hops. It's about two Slayers: one in China during the Boxer Rebellion, one in New York.

     

    She holds up a wad of cash and snatches it back as he tries to grab for it.

     

    BUFFY

    Both got killed by you. Tell the tale, you get the cash.

     

    SPIKE

    Right. You want to learn all about how I bested the Slayers and you want to learn fast. Right, then. We fought. I won. The end. Pay up.

     

    BUFFY

    That's not what I-

     

    SPIKE

    What did you want, eh? A quick demo? A blow-for-blow description you can map out and memorize? It's not about the moves, love. And since I agreed to your little proposition, we can do this my way. Wings.

     

    BUFFY

    What?

     

    SPIKE

    Spicy buffalo wings. Order me up a plate. I'm feelin' peckish.

     

    Buffy sighs and turns to signal a waitress.

     

    BUFFY

    Excuse me-

     

    The movement aggravates her injury and she winces in pain.

     

    SPIKE

    As I thought. Some nasty thing got a taste of you.

     

    BUFFY

    Don't get all excited. I'm fine.

     

    SPIKE

    Oh, right. Stuck in a dark corner with a creature you loathe, diggin' up past uglies, 'cause you're fine.

     

    BUFFY

    Just tell me what I want to know.

     

    SPIKE

    I told you. No one's narrating on an empty stomach here.

     

    Buffy shakes her head in exasperation.

     

    BUFFY

    Were you born this big a pain in the ass?

     

    SPIKE

    What can I tell you, baby? I've always been bad.

     

    CUT TO:

     

    8     INT.   LONDON (1880)- VICTORIAN PARLOR- NIGHT   8

     

    A very different Spike is sitting and composing poetry off in the corner of a dinner party. The spirited laughter of the party-goers can be heard in the background. Spike's hair is long and unruly and he's dressed as a proper gentleman, complete with tie and reading spectacles. He's awkward and bookish- none of the confident swagger we're used to.

     

    SPIKE

    (to himself)

    Luminous... oh, no, no, no. Irradiant's better.

     

    A WAITER approaches and holds out a tray.

     

    WAITER

    Care for an hors d'oeuvre, sir?

     

    SPIKE

    Oh, quickly! I'm the very spirit of vexation. What's another word for "gleaming"? It's a perfectly perfect word as many words go but the bother is nothing rhymes, you see.

     

    The waiter smiles patronizingly and moves off into the crowd. Spike's eyes are drawn to CECILY, young woman just entering the party.

     

    SPIKE

    Cecily...

     

    He turns back to his poem with renewed purpose and jots down several more lines, then gets up and moves through the crowd toward her.

     

    TITLE CARD: London, 1880

     

    CUT TO:

     

    A group of young ARISTOCRATs- a woman and her two male companions- are gathered, discussing current events.

     

    ARISTOCRAT #1

    I mean to point out that it's something of a mystery and the police should keep an open mind.

     

    One of the men turns to Spike as he passes by.

     

    ARISTOCRAT #2

    (to Spike)

    Ah, William! Favor us with your opinion. What do you make of this rash of disappearances sweeping through our town? Animals or thieves?

     

    SPIKE

    (haughty)

    I prefer not to think of such dark, ugly business at all. That's what the police are for. (looks at Cecily) I prefer placing my energies into creating things of beauty.

     

    The third aristocrat snatches the poem from Spike's hands.

     

    ARISTOCRAT #3

    I see. Well, don't withhold, William.

     

    ARISTOCRAT #1

    Rescue us from a dreary topic.

     

    SPIKE

    (to Aristocrat #3)

    Careful. The inks are still wet. Please, it's not finished.

     

    ARISTOCRAT #3

    Don't be shy. (reads) "My heart expands/'tis grown a bulge in it/inspired by your beauty, effulgent." (laughs) Effulgent?

     

    Everyone laughs, mocking Spike. Uncomfortable, Cecily glances at Spike and walks off. Spike shoots Aristocrat #3 a sour look, snatches back his poem, and follows her.

     

    ARISTOCRAT #2

    And that's actually one of his better compositions.

     

    ARISTOCRAT #1

    Have you heard? They call him William the Bloody because of his bloody awful poetry!

     

    ARISTOCRAT #3

    It suits him. I'd rather have a railroad spike through my head than listen to that awful stuff!

     

    CUT TO:

     

    Spike approaches Cecily who is sitting on a sofa, away from the main party, and looking out the window.

     

    SPIKE

    Cecily?

     

    She turns and sighs when she sees him.

     

    CECILY

    Oh. Leave me alone.

     

    SPIKE

    (re: other guests)

    Oh, they're vulgarians. They're not like you and I.

     

    CECILY

    You and I? I'm going to ask you a very personal question and I demand an honest answer. Do you understand?

     

    He nods.

     

    CECILY

    Your poetry, it's... they're... not written about me, are they?

     

    SPIKE

    They're about how I feel.

     

    CECILY

    Yes, but are they about me?

     

    SPIKE

    Every syllable.

     

    CECILY

    Oh, God!

     

    SPIKE

    Oh, I know... it's sudden and... please, if they're no good, they're only words but... the feeling behind them... I love you, Cecily.

     

    CECILY

    Please stop!

     

    SPIKE

    I know I'm a bad poet but I'm a good man and all I ask is that... that you try to see me-

     

    CECILY

    I do see you. That's the problem. You're nothing to me, William. You're beneath me.

     

    She stands and walks off, leaving Spike devastated and alone.

     

    CUT TO:

     

    9     EXT.   LONDON STREET- NIGHT   9

     

    Spike staggers down the street in tears, ripping up his poems as he goes. He bumps into a passerby and drops the pages.

     

    SPIKE

    Watch where you're going!

     

    He gathers up the torn sheets and makes his way toward a nearby alleyway.

     

    CUT TO:

     

    10    EXT.   LONDON ALLEY- NIGHT    10

     

    Spike is sitting on a bale of hay and finishing the job of destroying his poetry. He looks up at the sound of a woman's voice to find DRUSILLA standing serenely in the dark alley with him.

     

    DRUSILLA

    And I wonder... what possible catastrophe came crashing down from heaven and brought this dashing stranger to tears?

     

    SPIKE

    Nothing. I wish to be alone.

     

    DRUSILLA

    Oh, I see you. A man surrounded by fools who cannot see his strength, his vision, his glory. (beat) That and burning baby fish swimming all around your head.

     

    Spike backs away from her, nervous.

     

    SPIKE

    That's quite close enough. I've heard tales of London pickpockets. You'll not be getting my purse, I tell you.

     

    DRUSILLA

    (smiles)

    Don't need a purse.

     

    She points to his heart and head in succession.

     

    DRUSILLA

    Your wealth lies here... and here. In the spirit and... imagination. You walk in worlds the others can't begin to imagine.

     

    Spike is riveted by her insight into his character.

     

    SPIKE

    Oh, yes! I mean, no. I mean... mother's expecting me.

     

    Drusilla opens the collar of his shirt.

     

    DRUSILLA

    I see what you want. Something glowing and glistening. Something... effulgent.

     

    Spike is beside himself. Finally someone who understands him.

     

    SPIKE

    (sotto)

    Effulgent.

     

    DRUSILLA

    Do you want it?

     

    Spike has never wanted anything more.

     

    SPIKE

    Oh, yes! (touches her chest) God, yes.

     

    Drusilla looks down for a moment as her face changes and her fangs descend. Spike reacts, more confused than afraid. She pulls back his shirt collar and buries her fangs in his neck. Spike cries out in pain but his cries quickly turn to moans of pleasure as Drusilla ends his human existence.

     

    CUT TO:

     

    11    EXT.   SUNNYDALE CEMETERY (PRESENT)- NIGHT      11

     

    Riley, Willow, Anya and Xander are crouched behind headstones as the Rocker Vampire who staked Buffy makes his way through the graveyard. Riley sees him first.

     

    RILEY

    Guys...

     

    XANDER

    What you got?

     

    RILEY

    That's him. Let's go.

     

    The vampire slips into a crypt as the four of them cautiously approach. Boisterous laughter can be heard coming from inside. Riley motions for the others to stay put as he steals up to the crypt entrance and peers inside. He sees the Rocker Vampire with four others and backs off, frustrated. He returns to the others.

     

    XANDER

    It sounds like a party in there.

     

    RILEY

    Forget about crashing. There's too many of them. We'll come back at daybreak when they're asleep and we're better armed. It's okay. We can kill them just as dead in the morning.

     

    CUT TO:

     

    12    INT.   THE BRONZE- NIGHT      12

     

    Buffy and Spike are shooting pool as Spike relates his story.

     

    BUFFY

    So you traded up on the food chain. Then what?

     

    SPIKE

    No, please. Don't make it sound like something you'd flip past on the Discovery Channel. Becoming a vampire is a profound and powerful experience. I could feel this new strength coursing through me. Getting killed made me feel alive for the very first time. I was through living by society's rules. Decided to make a few of my own. Of course, in order to do that... I had to get myself a gang.

     

    CUT TO:

     

    13    INT.   YORKSHIRE, ENGLAND (1880)- COAL MINE- DAY      13

     

    ANGELUS has Spike by the throat, choking him.