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Buffy wakes up in the morning to discover a piece of paper sitting on her pillow. She unfolds it to discover a sketch of her face while she was sleeping.
Buffy knows that Angel must have been in her bedroom during her sleep. At the library, Buffy pleads to Giles that he find a spell that would reverse the invitation into her home.
Buffy and Giles then stop by Jenny Calendar’s computer class to meet Willow, who has just been assigned by Jenny to fill in as class teacher the next day for the first few minutes.
As Buffy and Willow leave, Jenny does her best to apologize to Giles, who insists that Buffy is the one who deserves the apology. Jenny also gives Giles a book that she has been reading since Angel lost his soul.
That night, Buffy tells her mother during dinner that Angel has been sort of stalking her lately. Buffy asks Joyce to never invite him into the house. Later, Buffy talks to Willow over the phone. During their conversation, Willow notices an envelope on her bed.
She opens it and discovers that all the fish from her aquarium have been removed and strung along a wire, which she slowly pulls out of the envelope.
Willow quickly retreats to Buffy’s house to spend the night. At the factory the next morning, Spike grows increasingly tired of Angel’s presence.
Their argument is interrupted by Drusilla, who falls onto the table in pain, for she senses something going on that may endanger them.
What she senses is Jenny’s visit to the local craft shop. Jenny purchases an Orb of Thesulah which she needs to restore Angel’s soul.
The shopkeeper warns her that the transliteration annals have been lost for many years, but Jenny tells him that she’s working on a computer program that could translate the text.
The next morning, Giles gives Jenny’s book to Buffy and points out the revoking spell that he just found. Buffy and Willow first help Cordy perform the steps on her car.
The three of them then perform the spell in Willow’s house. While there, Cordy notices a piece of paper left on Willow’s bed. Willow unfolds it, then hands it to Buffy.
It is a sketch of Joyce, asleep and completely unaware of Angel’s presence. Buffy and Willow race to her house to perform the spell. Joyce soon pulls into the driveway, where Angel waits for her to get out of the car.
Angel pleads with Joyce to help him get Buffy back, and he eventually mentions the night they made love. Joyce finally unlocks the front door and enters the house.
Angel tries to follow her in, but a force holds him back. He then sees Buffy and Willow coming down the steps, and the door is promptly slammed in front of him. Back in Jenny’s classroom, Giles walks in.
She tells him that she may have some good news, so Giles invites her to stop by his house later. Meanwhile, Drusilla visits the shopkeeper after hours and asks him what he’s been up to with Jenny Calendar.
Jenny finally completes her program. She saves the translated text on a floppy disk which she removes from the disk drive.
As she prints out the text, she notices that Angel is sitting in the classroom. He destroys the Orb of Thesula, her computer, and the print-out.
Angel then chases Jenny through the school halls before finally catching her in front of the second floor window. In a single instant, Angel snaps Jenny’s neck, then drops her to the floor.
Meanwhile, Giles stops by Buffy’s house to pick up Jenny’s book so he can perform the revoking spell at his house. Upstairs, Joyce talks with Buffy about her irresponsibility.
When Giles gets home, he hears opera music playing and finds a rose on his door. He enters and finds chilled wine, glasses, and a note that simply reads “Upstairs”.
He follows a path of roses up the staircase, but what he finds is everything but romantic. Jenny’s dead body lies in his bed, and Giles drops the glasses and wine to the floor.
Giles stares blankly ahead as the coroners take Jenny’s body out of the house. The cops then ask Giles to come with them to the police station to answer a few questions. Giles asks if he could first use the phone.
As the phone rings at Buffy’s house, Angel watches from outside, through the windows. He watches Buffy’s face as she gives the phone, then slowly collapses against the wall behind her.
Willow immediately bursts into tears, and Joyce runs in to console her. After a while of recovery, Xander and Cordy arrive to give Buffy and Willow a lift to Giles’ house.
At this very moment, Giles stuffs his weapons into a duffel bag and takes off for the factory. Buffy and the others arrive too late, but they know where he’s headed.
At the factory, Giles throws a flame bomb into the middle of the floor, setting it ablaze. Before Angel can run, an arrow pins him against a post behind him.
As he pulls it out, Giles ignites a club in the flames and proceeds to beat Angel repetitively with it. Finally, Angel grabs Giles by the neck and picks him up, but Buffy arrives just in time to take over the fight.
Their battle carries on to the catwalk above, but before Buffy can finish Angel off, he reminds her of Giles, who remains collapsed by the rapidly spreading flames.
He then throws Buffy over the rail, but she lands on her feet and rescues Giles, thus allowing to Angel to escape once again.
Outside, Giles is furious at Buffy for interfering in his fight, but she punches him and tells him to never leave her alone. Another day, another morning, Giles and Buffy stand over Jenny’s grave. Buffy has finally realized that she is ready to finish Angel.
In the computer classroom, Willow takes over as substitute teacher until the new teacher can arrive. As she arranges Jenny’s desk, she unknowingly drops a disk through a crack between the desk and a file cabinet. There the disk lies, the key to Angel’s restoration.
Over which, a VOICE…
FADE UP ON:
INT. THE BRONZE – NIGHT
The place is teeming with the hip, young, non-speaking extra crowd. WE HEAR MUSIC, MUFFLED
CONVERSATIONS and AMBIENT NOISE, but no SPECIFIC DIALOG.
On the dance floor, BUFFY shares a “friendly” dance with XANDER as WILLOW and CORDELIA watch
from a table.
WE CIRCLE around just outside the perimeter of the crowd, always focusing on the sensuously
gyrating Slayer on the floor.
ALL MOTION SLOWS TO A LANGUID CRAWL (SLO-MO) as we recognize ANGEL, a face in the back of
the crowd across the room. From the shadows, he watches Buffy with a fierce intensity, his eyes
fixed in an unblinking, unsettling stare.
…it is born…
The rest of the world seems to part as WE BEGIN A SLOW PUSH in on Angel, keeping Buffy in the
…and though uninvited, unwelcome, unwanted…
SOMEONE walks by FOREGROUND, WIPING THE SHOT, REVEALING that Angel has vanished.
…like a cancer, it takes root.
EXT. ENTRANCE TO THE BRONZE – (LATER THAT) NIGHT
WE STILL HEAR only AMBIENT NOISE and MUFFLED TALK as Buffy and pals exit the Bronze, moving
past a COUPLE necking carnally in a dark niche. The couples’ passion hides their faces.
It festers. It bleeds. It scabs…
As our gang passes the couple, the FEMALE slides to the ground like a spent rag doll, revealing the
MALE to be a “post-suck” Angel in vamp face.
Now, having dropped his human shield, Angel watches Buffy walk away. We see him MORPH to
…only to rupture, and bleed anew.
INT. BUFFY’S BEDROOM – (ANGLE IN THROUGH WINDOW) – NIGHT
From outside, as Buffy closes the window, locks it, then turns and begins to remove her dress from
It grows… it thrives…
OVERLAPPING DISSOLVE TO:
INT. BUFFY’S BEDROOM – (SHORT TIME LATER) NIGHT
Buffy, now in night-wear, crosses to her bed, crawls under the blankets.
She reaches to turn off the bedside lamp. She doesn’t notice Angel, now silhouetted by moonlight, at
…until it consumes.
OVERLAPPING DISSOLVE TO:
INT. BUFFY’S BEDROOM – (LATER THAT) NIGHT – WIDE SHOT
As Buffy now sleeps soundly. No sign of Angel.
WE START A SLOW PUSH IN ON HER. A beat, then-
JUMP THE PUSH:
To jarringly CUT THE DISTANCE to the sleeping Buffy IN HALF. Still SLOWLY PUSHING IN. Another
JUMP THE PUSH AGAIN:
We’re now in close. Buffy’s angelic face, eyes closed, lies atop the pillow. WE’RE STILL MOVING IN
NOW VERY CLOSE, as Buffy shifts only slightly, and a single thin lock of hair cascades down onto her
…so, it must die…
Suddenly, a HAND SLICES INTO FRAME, reaches for Buffy…
…and gently lifts the errant strand of hair back off her face.
The hand withdraws from her face.
WE GO WITH IT, pulling back to reveal ANGEL, sitting on her bed.
END OF TEASER
INT. BUFFY’S BEDROOM – MORNING
A security blanket of sunshine lights the room as Buffy wakes. A smile. The promise of a new day.
Buffy rolls onto her side, coming face to face with an envelope made of parchment paper. The
envelope is propped against the side of her pillow at eye level.
She sits up, heart-beating, picks up the envelope.
CLOSE ON: THE PARCHMENT ENVELOPE
She removes a sheet of parchment paper, unfolds it to reveal a CHARCOAL SKETCH – skilled,
accurate, lovingly rendered – of Buffy sleeping, her head on her pillow… obviously drawn while she
slept the night before.
He was in my room…
INT. LIBRARY – DAY
GILES, Xander and Cordelia are here. Buffy has obviously just arrived as she crosses to join them.
Angel. He was in my room last night.
Positive. When I woke up, I found a picture he’d
left under my pillow.
A visit from the pointed-tooth fairy.
Wait, I thought vampires couldn’t come in unless
you invited them in.
Yes, but if you invite them in once, thereafter, they
are always welcome.
Ya know, I think there may be a valuable lesson for
you gals here about inviting strange men into your bedrooms…
Oh, my god! I invited him into my car once!
That means he could come back into my car
whenever he wants!
Yep. Now you’re doomed to having to give him and
his vamp pals a lift whenever they feel like it. And
those guys never chip in for gas.
Giles, there has to be some spell to reverse the
invitation, right? I mean a barrier – “no shoes, no
pulse, no service” kind of thing?
That also works for cars.
Well, I could certainly check my-
All eyes turn as two STUDENTS step into the library. They both freeze at the four pairs of eyes fixed
Hel-lo… excuse me, but have you ever
heard of knocking?
We’re supposed to get some books.
On Stalin. For a report.
Does this look like a Barnes and Noble?
Xander! This is the school library.
(to the student)
Yes, third row, historical biography.
Okay… uh, thanks.
The Students pass them, walk behind the shelves.
Buffy, Giles, Cordelia and Xander look at one another for a beat, frustrated. Silenced.
So… about-ay ee-thay ampire-vay…
Giles nods, and the gang crosses to the doorway and exits.
After a beat, one of the Students emerges from the stacks.
Uh, did you say that was…
INT. HALLWAY/EXT. COURTYARD – MOMENTS LATER
Xander, Buffy, Cordelia and Giles walk the empty hallway.
So, apparently Angel has decided to step up his
harassment of you.
By sneaking into her room at night and leaving stuff?
Why not just slash her throat, or strangle her in her
sleep, or cut out her heart…?
What? I’m trying to help.
It’s a classic battle strategy, to throw ones
opponent off his game. He’s trying to provoke you.
To taunt you… goad you into a misstep of some sort.
The “nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah” approach to battle.
Yes, Xander, once again you’ve managed to boil
a complex thought down to its simplest possible form.
Giles, Angel once told me, when he was obsessed
with Drusilla, one of the first things he did was to
kill her family…
I’m going to have to tell her… something.
No! You can’t do that!
Yeah. The more people who know the secret,
the more it cheapens it for the rest of us.
But, I have to do something. Angel has an all
access pass to my house and I’m not always there
when my mom is. I can’t protect her.
I told you, I’ll look for a spell…
What about until you find a spell?
Until then, you and your mom are welcome to
ride around with me in my car. You can protect her there.
Buffy, I understand your concern, but it is
imperative you remain level-headed in this.
Easy for you. You don’t have Angel lurking
in your bedroom at night.
I know how hard this is for you. But as the Slayer,
you do not have the luxury of being slave to your
passions. You mustn’t let Angel get to you, regardless
of how provocative his behavior may become.
There you go. You Zen, you win.
Great, so basically, what you’re saying is, “Just
ignore him and maybe he’ll go away.”
Hey, how come Buffy doesn’t get a snotty “once
again you boil it down to its simplest form” thing?
(then, to Buffy)
INT. JENNY CALENDAR’S CLASSROOM – SAME TIME
Willow sits in the front row of JENNY’S computer class.
Don’t forget I need your sample spreadsheets by
the end of the week.
The BELL RINGS. The exodus begins.
(calls after them)
And I want both a paper print-out and a copy on disk.
(to an exiting Willow)
I may be a little late coming in tomorrow. Do you
think you could take over my class until I show?
Really? Me? Teach the class? Sure!
Oh, wait… but what if they don’t recognize my
authority? What if they try to convince me that
you always let them leave class early? What
if there’s a fire drill? What if there’s a fire?
Willow… Willow, you’ll be fine. I’ll try
not to be too late, okay.
Okay… good. Earlier is good.
(then, a bit of a smile)
Will I have the power to assign detention?
Or make ’em run laps?
Willow and Jenny turn to see Giles and Buffy standing at the doorway to the hall. Buffy and Jenny’s
eyes meet. There’s still a little tension there.
(trying, a greeting)
Hello, Rupert… Buffy.
(doesn’t respond to Jenny)
Hey, Will. I thought I might take in a class. I could
sure use someone who knows where they are.
Willow looks from Jenny to Buffy, then crosses quickly to join Buffy at the door.
(Sotto to Buffy, re: Jenny)
Sorry. I have to talk to her. She’s a teacher. And
teachers are to be respected. Even if they’re only
filling in until the real teacher shows up. Otherwise,
chaos could ensue, and…
Buffy and Willow exit. Giles lingers.
How’ve you been?
Not very well. Since Angel lost his soul, he
seems to have regained his sense of whimsy.
That sounds bad.
He’s been in Buffy’s bedroom. I’m going to have
to drum up a spell to keep him out of the house.
(hands him a book)
Might help. I’ve been… reading up since
Angel changed. I don’t think you have that.
How is Buffy doing?
How do you think?
Rupert, I know you feel betrayed.
Yes, that’s one of the unpleasant
side effects of betrayal.
I was raised by the people Angel hurt the most. My
duty to them was the first thing I was ever taught. I
didn’t come here to hurt anyone. I lied to you
because I thought it was the right thing to do. I didn’t
know what would happen.
I didn’t know I was going to fall in love with you.
He’s surprised – moved.
Oh god – is it too late to take that back?
Do you want to?
I want to be right with you. I don’t expect… more.
But I want to make all this up to you.
I understand. But I’m not the one you need to
make it up to. Thank you for the book.
INT. BUFFY’S DINING ROOM – THAT NIGHT
Buffy and JOYCE sit for dinner. Buffy picks at her food, preoccupied. Joyce notices.
Okay… what’s wrong?
Come on, you can tell me anything. I’ve read
all the parenting books, so you can’t surprise me.
Do you remember that guy, Angel?
Angel…? The college boy who was tutoring
you in history?
Right. Well, he’s… and I’m…
We’re sort of dating. Were dating. We’re going through
kind of a serious “off again” phase right now.
Don’t tell me. “He’s changed. He’s not the same
guy you fell for.”
In a nutshell. Anyway, ever since… he changed…
he’s been kind of following me around.
(a little heavier)
Having a little trouble letting go.
Buffy, has he… done anything…?
No, no. He’s just been hanging around… a lot.
Leaving me notes… I just don’t want to see him
right now. I mean if he shows up, I’ll talk to him
but… just don’t invite him in.
INT. WILLOW’S BEDROOM – (LATER THAT) NIGHT
Willow is in a night shirt as she moves around the room, talking on the phone. She shuts her
computer screen off.
(into the phone)
I agree with Giles, you need to just try and not
let him get to you. Angel’s only doing this to try
to get you to do something stupid.
I swear, men can be such jerks sometimes…
…dead or alive.
INT. BUFFY’S BEDROOM – SAME TIME – INTERCUT – NIGHT
Buffy sits up in bed, her back against her headboard, as she talks on the phone.
I just hope Giles can find a “keep out” spell soon.
I know I’ll sleep easier once I can… sleep easier.
BACK TO: WILLOW’S BEDROOM – NIGHT
Willow absentmindedly taps fish food into an aquarium without looking as she putters around.
I’m sure he will. He’s, like, BookMan. Until
then, just try to keep happy thoughts and…
Willow crosses toward her bed, sees a large parchment paper envelope on her pillow. She trails off
on the phone as she picks up the envelope, opens it.
“And”… what? Willow…?
THE CAMERA STARTS DRIFTING, keeping Willow in frame as she pulls something from the envelope:
one end of a long, thin gold necklace. So far, so good as the chain unspools.
THE DRIFTING SHOT moves to where WE SOON SEE WILLOW through the glass and water of the
AQUARIUM in the FOREGROUND.
And just as Willow pulls out the last of the necklace, WE REALIZE that there are NO FISH IN THE
Because the gold chain is like a 14 karat stringer to her HALF DOZEN DEAD TROPICAL FISH AT THE
SMASH CUT TO:
INT. BUFFY’S BEDROOM – SHORT TIME LATER – NIGHT
Willow and Buffy now sit up side by side, backs against the headboard in Buffy’s bed. Both are
heavily laden with crosses and weapons, amazingly alert and wide-eyed.
Thanks for having me over, Buffy.
Especially on a school night and ll.
Hey, no problem. Sorry about your fish.
It’s okay, we hadn’t really had time to bond yet.
I just got them for Hanukkah. Although, for the first
time, I’m glad my parents didn’t let me have a puppy.
It’s so weird… Every time something like that
happens my first instinct is to run to tell Angel.
I can’t believe it’s the same person. He’s the
complete opposite of what he was.
Well… Sort of, except…
You’re still the only thing he thinks about.
There is a beat of SILENCE. Then…
(pointing to crossbow by Buffy’s feet)
…are you using that?
EXT. YARD OUTSIDE BUFFY’S BEDROOM WINDOW – SAME TIME
As Angel smiles from the shadows, turns and leaves.
INT. THE FACTORY – JUST BEFORE SUNRISE
SPIKE is chairbound, brooding, as DRUSILLA enters from the shadows, her hands held behind her.
Spike… Love… I’ve brought something for you…
Drusilla produces a cute, tiny PUPPY from behind her back, holds it out as she approaches Spike.
Poor thing. She’s an orphan. Her owner died…
without a fight. Do you like her, Spike? I brought
her especially for you, to cheer you u p.
(kneels in front of Spike)
I’ve named her “Sunshine.”
(to Spike, as if to a child)
Spike turns his head away defiantly.
Come on. Love. You need to eat something to
keep your strength up. Now, open for Mommy…
I won’t have you feeding me like a child, Dru!
Why not? She already bathes you, carries
you around and changes you like a child.
Drusilla lights up as she turns to see Angel entering.
My Angel! Where have you been? The sun is
almost up, and it can be so hurtful. We were worried.
No, we weren’t.
You must forgive Spike. He’s just a bit testy
tonight. Doesn’t get out much anymore.
Well, maybe next time I’ll bring you with me,
Spike. Might be handy to have you along if I
ever need a really good parking space.
Have you forgotten that you’re a bloody
guest in my bloody home?!
And as a guest, if there’s anything I can do for
you… any… responsibility I can assume while
you spin your wheels…
(purposeful leer toward Dru)
…anything I’m not already doing, that is…
Awww, you two boys… fighting over me…
makes a girl feel-
Dru trails off, her words giving way to a frightened, child-like CRY. She closes her eyes, holds out her
Dru! Pet? What is it?!
The air… it worries. Someone… an old enemy
is seeking help to destroy our happy home.
INT. “DRAGON’S COVE” MAGIC STORE – EARLY MORNING
A dimly lit, creepy looking storefront. Odd, wrinkled forms suspended in murky liquid in jars, things
woven from hair, and totems carved from bone fill the dank, decaying shelves. Black paraffin candles
flicker in every crevice.
A shriveled, dark-featured JUJU MAN in a dakhi robe takes a glass jar containing something that
looks like an animal fetus from a shelf, looks it over… then slaps a price tag on it with a yellow, plastic
price tagging gun. He turns as the DOOR CREAKS OPEN behind and Jenny enters.
Welcome. How may I serve you today? Love
potion? Perhaps a voodoo doll for that unfaithful…
I need an orb of Thesulah.
(drops the creepy voice)
Oh, you’re in the trade. Follow me.
Sorry about the spiel, but around Valentine’s
Day, I get a lot of tourists shopping for love
potions and mystical revenge on old lovers. Sad
fact is, Ouija boards and rabbits’ feet are what
pay the rent here.
He ducks through a curtain. Jenny follows him.
It is neat, well-lit, uncluttered, modern… unlike the “show room” outside.
So… how’d you hear about us?
My uncle, Enyos, told me about you.
Ah, you must be Janna, then. Sorry to hear
about your uncle. He was a good customer.
JuJu pulls a box from a shelf. There is a crystal globe inside.
Here ya go, one Thesulan orb. Spirit vault
used in Rituals for the Undead.
(shakes his head)
Nasty folk, the Undead… Love to shoplift.
Insist on haggling…
Jenny takes the box, handing over her credit card (the transaction continues over the following)
Don’t get much call for those lately. Sold a
couple as “new age” paperweights last year.
I do love the “new agers.” They paid for my
youngest to go to college.
By the way, you do know that the
transliteration annals for the Rituals for the
Undead were lost. Without the annals, the
surviving text of the Rituals is gibberish.
And without a transliteration text, the orbs of
Thesula are pretty much useless. I know.
I only bring it up because I have a strict
policy on no refunds.
It’s okay. I’ve been working on a computer
program for rendering the Romanian liturgy to
English, based on random sampling of the text.
(shakes his head)
Ahhhn, I don’t like computers, myself.
They give me the willies.
By the way… none of my business, really,
but what are you planning to conjure up if
you can decipher the text?
A present for a friend of mine…
Oh, yeah. What are you gonna give him?
She holds the orb up. In her hand, it begins to glow.
(at the orb)
END OF ACT ONE
EXT. HIGH SCHOOL CAMPUS – MORNING
Buffy and Willow walk toward the school.
Xander joins them.
Well, good morning, ladies. And what did
you two do last night?
Oh, we had kind of a pajama-party-sleepover-
Ah, and I don’t suppose either of you had the
presence of mind to locate a camera to capture
I have to go. I have a class to teach in about five
minutes and I need to get there early to glare
disapprovingly at the stragglers.
Oh, darn. She’s here…
Buffy turns to look where Willow is looking.
ANGLE ON: JENNY – BUFFY’S POV
As she also walks toward the entrance.
PAN TO: GILES
Giles watches Jenny from a distance. His sense of longing is almost palpable.
Five hours of drawing up lesson plans
yesterday down the drain.
Giles sees Buffy seeing him, guiltily crosses inside.
BACK WITH: BUFFY, XANDER AND WILLOW
As Buffy registers Giles’ reaction
I’ll see you guys in class.
Buffy angles away to interrupt Jenny on her way inside.
Hi. Is there something – did you want something?
(trying to start)
Look, I know you’re feeling bad about what
happened and I want to say… good. Keep it up.
Don’t worry, I will.
She turns to go – Buffy stops her with:
Wait. I, uh –
(one more try)
He misses you.
This is not what Jenny expected. Buffy continues:
He doesn’t say anything to me, but I know he
does. I don’t want him to be lonely.
(avoiding her eye)
I don’t want anyone to.
Buffy, if I have a chance to make it up to you-
We’re good here. Let’s leave it.
A moment, and she goes.
INT. SCHOOL HALLWAY – DAY
Buffy finds Giles. Cordelia sees them and crosses.
Buffy… so, how was your night?
Sleepless… but no fatalities.
I found a ritual to revoke the invitation
Oh, thank goodness. I actually had to talk my
grandmother into switching cars with me last night.
Giles gives Cordy an incredulous look, then back to Buffy.
The ritual itself is fairly basic, actually: recitation
of a few simple rhyming couplets, burning of moss
herbs, hanging of crosses, sprinkling of holy water…
Great. All stuff I just happen to have lying
around the house.
Giles and Buffy start away, leaving Cordelia behind.
Holy water?! But… my car has leather upholstery!
EXT. WILLOW’S BEDROOM – NIGHT
CLOSE ON: WILLOW AND BUFFY
WE’RE LOOKING IN THROUGH A WINDOW IN WILLOW’S BEDROOM, with Willow and Buffy inside,
I’m going to have a hard time
explaining this to my dad.
Willow produces a wooden cross, holds it up TOWARD CAMERA, and starts nailing on it with a
INT. WILLOW’S BEDROOM – NIGHT
Buffy looks on as Willow nails the last of four wooden crosses to the frame around her French
windows. Behind them, Cordelia pokes around Willow’s room, bored.
You really think this’ll bother him?
Ira Rosenberg’s only daughter nailing crucifixes
to her bedroom wall? I have to go to Xander’s
house just to watch “A Charlie Brown
Christmas” every year.
I see your point.
Although, it is worthwhile just to see Xander
do the Snoopy dance.
Uh, Willow, are you aware that there are no
fish in your aquarium?
Willow reacts, a hint of sadness wells up.
You know, Cordelia, we’ve already done
your car. You can call it a night if you want.
Like a shot, Cordelia crosses to her coat on Willow’s bed.
Sure, two’s company, three’s… not. And you
know I’d do the same for you if either of you
had a social life.
Cordelia picks up her coat from Willow’s bed, revealing a parchment paper envelope on the pillow.
Oh, hey… this must be for you.
Willow and Buffy exchange a concerned look. Willow takes the envelope, removes the paper inside,
glances at it.
She reacts with concern, then holds the page out to Buffy.
It’s for you…
Buffy takes the paper from Willow.
CLOSE ON: THE PAGE
With a charcoal sketch of a sleeping Joyce Summers.
EXT. STREET IN FRONT OF BUFFY’S HOUSE – NIGHT
As Joyce turns her car into her driveway, the headlights sweep across Angel, who seems to appear in
front of the car out of nowhere. Joyce SLAMS ON HER BRAKES.
Oh, my God…!
Angel crosses to open the door for Joyce.
Mrs. Summers, I have to talk to you.
Did Buffy tell you about us?
Joyce steps tentatively from the car with a grocery bag.
She told me she wants you to leave her alone.
Angel goes with Joyce as she starts toward the house. He hovers close, making her cross difficult.
I can’t… I can’t do that.
You’re scaring her.
You have to help me. Joyce, I need to be with
her. You can convince her. You have to
Joyce fumbles for her keys on the fly. She’s starting to wig.
I’m telling you to leave her alone…
You have to talk to her for me, Joyce. Tell
her I need her. She’ll listen to you.
Please, I just want to get inside…
Joyce finally gets her keys out, but drops the grocery bag in the process. She bends down to gather
up the contents.
Angel bends down, almost nose to nose with Joyce.
You don’t understand, Joyce. I’ll die without
Buffy… She’ll die without me.
Are you threatening her?
Please! Why is she doing this to me?
Joyce abandons the spilled bag and calmly moves to her front door now, Angel right with her.
I’m calling the police, now.
Joyce reaches the front door, jams the key into the lock.
I haven’t been able to sleep since the night we
made love. I need her, I know you understand.
Joyce, floored by Angel’s statement, finally gets the door open, stumbles inside. She turns back
toward Angel, her eyes wide in fear as he is right there.
But, as Angel hits the doorway, he is stopped short. It’s as if an invisible shield covers the opening.
A NOISE BEHIND JOYCE. She turns, and Angel looks up as Buffy descends the stairs in the house,
holding burning sage. Willow stands at the top of the stairs behind her, reciting from Jenny’s book.
“… his verbes, consenus rescissus est.”
(by these words, consent repealed.)
Buffy breezes past Joyce to just inside the open doorway, face to face with Angel, who is unable to
move any closer.
Sorry, Angel. I’ve changed the locks.
Buffy slowly, coolly closes the front door in Angel’s face, leaving him stranded on the porch.
And revealing Joyce, standing behind the door, fixing Buffy with odd expression.
INT. JENNY CALENDAR’S CLASSROOM – NIGHT
Jenny is at her terminal, intently working at her computer. The orb of Thesulah sits next to her on the
She glances up to see Giles in the doorway, hovering. She turns off her monitor guiltily.
You’re working late.
I spoke to Buffy today.
She said you missed me.
She is a meddlesome girl
But the truth of it is on his face.
Rupert, I don’t want to say anything if I’m
wrong, but I may have some news… I have
to finish up – can I see you later?
Yes. You could stop by the house.
There’s heat here, but no kiss. He goes, both of them in better moods than before. She turns back to
the monitor, concentrating again.
INT. “DRAGON’S COVE” MAGIC SHOP – NIGHT
The neon “OPEN” sign is turned off as the JuJu man makes preparations to close for the night.
THE SILHOUETTE OF A WOMAN in a long gown falls across the glass door. After a beat, the woman
steps into the shop.
Can’t you read the sign?
Drusilla approaches him, holding the PUPPY from before.
Wh-what do you want?
Miss Sunshine here tells me you had a visit
today… But she worries. She wants to know
what you and the mean teacher talked about?
INT. JENNY CALENDAR’S CLASSROOM – NIGHT
CLOSE ON: JENNY
Her face is lit by the glow of the computer monitor. She scans the screen intently as it scrolls by.
Come on… come on…
Suddenly, something on screen catches her eye. A wave of incredible joy washes over her face.
That’s it! This will work.
(a small laugh)
This will work.
Jenny uses the mouse to initiate the print command. A nearby printer begins spitting out pages as
Jenny ejects a 3.5 inch disk from the disk drive, takes it out, putting it on the edge of her desk by
She rises, REVEALING ANGEL, who was obscured by the monitor. She GASPS.
Angel! How did you get in here?!
I was invited…
(off her puzzled look)
The sign in front of the school:
“Formatia trans sicere educatorum.”
“Enter, all ye who seek knowledge.”
What can I say? I’m a knowledge seeker.
Jenny backs away, terrified, as Angel comes nearer.
Angel… I have good news.
I heard. You went shopping at the local
boogedy boogedy store.
Angel reaches her desk. He picks up the orb. It glows again briefly in his grasp.
The orb of Thesulah. If memory serves, this is
supposed to summon a person’s soul from the
ether, store it until it can be transferred.
(stares into the orb)
You know what I hate most about these things…?
Angel hurls the orb against the wall with tremendous force, shattering it into a hundred pieces.
They’re so damned fragile. Must be that
shoddy Gypsy craftmanship.
As Jenny backs away, Angel crosses to in front of the monitor. He stares down at it, shakes his head.
I never cease to be amazed by how much the
world has changed in just two and a half
centuries. It’s a miracle to me. You put the
secret to restoring my soul in here…
Angel swipes the computer and monitor to the floor, where they crash, then begin to spark and
He turns back to the printer, which holds the pages.
…and it comes out here.
He takes the pages from the printer, scans them and smiles.
The Ritual of Restoration. Wow, this brings
He starts to tear the pages.
Angel, wait…! That’s your-
My what? My “cure.” No thanks. Been there,
done that. And déjà vu just isn’t what it used to be.
Then, he looks down, sees the computer and monitor on the ground. They are smoking, and a small
flame licks up now.
Well, isn’t this my lucky day. The computer
and the pages. Looks like I get to kill two
birds with one stone.
Angel tosses the pages onto the computer fire, which quickly begins to consume them.
He then turns his attention back to Jenny, who watches in horror, backed into a nearby corner. He is
now in vamp face.
And teacher makes three.
Angel leaps across the room, slamming Jenny against the wall.
Jenny rises, dazed and bleeding from a gash on her forehead.
Jenny looks around, bolts for the door and out into the hallway outside. Angel smiles after her.
Oh, good… I need to work up an
INT. SCHOOL HALLWAY/LOUNGE – SAME TIME
Jenny flees in panic. She reaches the lounge, runs outside, Angel not far behind.
EXT. COURTYARD – CONTINUOUS -NIGHT
Jenny runs out in the darkness, Angel close behind. Up ahead – a door. It’s locked, but after a few
tries, Jenny slams it open with her shoulder. Angel is right behind her – but she slams the door,
literally, in his face.
INT. HALLWAY/STAIRS/LANDING – CONTINUOUS – NIGHT
She enters the hall. Angel is almost on her when she reaches a cleaning cart, pushes it in his way. He
tumbles as she runs up a flight of stairs. She just reaches the landing when Angel comes up the
opposite side, charging and grabbing her.
She screams. He clamps his hand over her mouth.
Sorry, Jenny. This is where you get off.
He snaps her neck. She falls, dead.
I never get tired of doing that…
END OF ACT TWO
EXT. BUFFY’S FRONT YARD/FOYER – NIGHT
Giles knocks on Buffy’s door. It opens to reveal Willow.
Hi. Come on in. Here’s the book.
She hands him Jenny’s book.
(a beat, then)
Yes, I should do my apartment tonight.
Did the ritual work out all right?
Oh, yeah. It went fine.
Well, it went fine up until the part where Angel
showed up and told Buffy’s mom that he and
Buffy had… well, you know, that they had…
they had… you know…
(dawns on her)
Uh, you do know, right?
Oh, yes, sorry.
Oh, good. Because I just realized, that
being a librarian and all, maybe you really
No… thank you, I got it.
You would have been proud of her,
though. She totally kept her cool.
Okay. Well, I’ll tell Buffy you stopped by…
Willow starts to close the door.
Wait! Do you think I should perhaps…
intervene on Buffy’s behalf with her
mother? Maybe say something.
Sure! Like what would you say?
Well, like… for instance, I could say… that is…
So, you will tell Buffy I dropped by, then?
You bet. As soon as she comes back down
from talking with her mom.
INT. BUFFY’S BEDROOM – SAME TIME
The two of them sit in an uncomfortable silence.
That stuff with the herbs and the Latin,
that’s, um… He’s just real superstitious.
Some more silence.
I figure if we’re careful not to –
Was he the first?
Buffy looks at her, busted.
No. Wait. I don’t want to know.
Or, I don’t think I want to –
Yes. He was the first. I mean, the only.
He’s older than you.
Too old, Buffy. And he’s obviously not
very stable. I really wish… I thought you
would show more judgment.
Mom, I – he wasn’t like this before.
Are you in love with him?
Were you careful?
Don’t ‘Mom’ me, Buffy – you don’t get to
get out of this. You had sex with a boy you
didn’t even see fit to tell me you were dating.
I made a mistake.
Don’t just say that to shut me up because
I think you really did.
I know that! Mom, my life is so…
I can’t tell you everything.
How about anything? Buffy, you can shut me
out of your life, I’m pretty much used to that,
but don’t expect me to stop caring about you
’cause it’s never gonna happen. I love you more
than anything in the world.
Buffy says nothing. Joyce waits a moment, somewhat spent.
That would be your cue to roll your eyes
and tell me I’m grossing you out.
You’re not. I’m glad.
The silence warms between them.
Well, I guess that was the talk.
How did it go?
I don’t know, it’s my first.
Well, what did you tell Grandma when you…
I don’t think she knows…
EXT. WALKWAY LEADING UP TO GILES’ APARTMENT – NIGHT
Giles crosses up the walk toward his front door. Note: Opera music plays over this scene.
Giles reaches his front door, where he finds a single red rose angled between the knob and the jamb.
The corners of his mouth twitch slightly upward in a bit of a grin.
He lifts the rose to his face, sniffs it. The bit of a grin becomes a full-bore smile of anticipation.
INT. GILES’ APARTMENT – CONTINUOUS
As the door opens, and Giles pokes his head in.
Giles hear MUSIC – SOMETHING SOFT AND ROMANTIC – coming from an album on his TURNTABLE.
Then, he sees the wine chilling in the bucket on his desk, next to a pair of crystal stemware wine
A note on a piece of PARCHMENT PAPER attached to the ice bucket reads simply, “UPSTAIRS.”
A flustered smile wrinkles Giles’ face as he takes the wine bottle and glasses, crosses toward the
Giles starts tentatively up the stairs leading to his bedroom, through the votive candles that line the
stairway on either side, and over the roses strewn over the steps.
As he takes the last few steps to the loft, his bed comes into view. WE SEE that there is a woman in
his bed. We recognize the hair as being Jenny’s.
As he smiles, a sort of overwhelmed happiness. A gleam twinkles in his eye. He is about to say
The happiness fades from his smile. The smile fades from his lips. The gleam fades from his eyes.
And all color drains from his face.
What he sees is horrific.
NEW ANGLE: FROM BEHIND GILES, AT ANKLE LEVEL
With the bed in the distance. Giles’ feet are on the top step. They don’t move.
Neither does Jenny Calendar.
THE WINE GLASSES AND BOTTLE FALL FROM HIS HAND, CRASH to the floor, spreading glass and
vino across the loft.
EXT. OUTSIDE GILES’ APARTMENT – LATER – NIGHT
CLOSE ON: GILES
Looking weary, distraught. The red and blue lights of emergency vehicles wash across his sallow,
Giles looks down as a sheet covered body is wheeled out past him by the PEOPLE FROM THE
Giles is in shock, showing no emotion, mostly because… well, because he’s in shock.
Mr. Giles, we’re going to have to ask you to
come with us, just to answer a few questions.
Of course… yes… procedure.
(a flicker of life)
I need to make a telephone call first…
if that’s alright.
EXT. BUFFY’S FRONT YARD – LOOKING IN THROUGH THE FRONT WINDOW INTO THE LIVING
ROOM/DINING ROOM – MOMENTS LATER
WE’RE TRACKING BACK VERY SLOWLY, as WE WATCH Buffy and Willow through the window.
Buffy is reliving the “sex talk” she just ended with her mother.
So, was it horrible?
Passion… it drives some to distraction…
It wasn’t too horrible…
Then. Buffy reacts to the (UNHEARD) RINGING TELEPHONE.
…some to despair…
She lifts the receiver with her usual upbeat mood, and turns to lean with her back against the wall.
(unheard dialog, into phone)
(unheard dialog, over the phone)
(unheard dialog, into phone)
Giles! Hey, we finished the sp-
(unheard dialog, into phone)
Jenny… Ms. Calendar… she’s been killed…
On the phone, Buffy’s face goes slack and she starts to slide down the wall until she’s sitting on the
(unheard dialog, into phone)
…some to vengeance…
(unheard dialog, into phone)
It was Angel…
Willow notices, crosses quickly to Buffy, kneels down in front of her, as Buffy lets the phone receiver
fall to the floor. –
-Willow picks up the phone.-
(unheard dialog, into phone)
(unheard dialog, into phone)
Willow. Angel’s killed Jenny.
-After a moment, the shock of the conversation begins to register on her face.-
Willow CRIES OUT, —
(unheard dialog, anguished cry)
What? No… Oh, no…
-the first sound WE CAN ACTUALLY HEAR OUTSIDE, as the faint MUFFLED PAIN leaks out through the
window, into the night air.
Joyce enters, sees Willow crying, goes to her, holds her.
Willow! My god, Buffy, what’s wrong?
Has something happened?
Watching. Loving it.
It drives some to murder… and others to madness.
EXT. BUFFY’S FRONT YARD – MOMENTS LATER
Buffy and Willow run from the house as Cordelia’s car pulls up to the curb.
Garlic strings and about a dozen crosses dangle from the rearview mirror like bulky Christian air
fresheners. Xander is in the passenger seat, Cordelia behind the wheel. They both look shaken.
The girls go to the car as Xander and Cordelia come out and meet them at the curb.
Well? Where’s Giles?
No luck. By the time we got to the station,
the cops said he’d already left. I guess they
just wanted to ask him some questions.
I still don’t get it. Why Ms. Calendar?
She was so… harmless.
Because Angel’s a blood-sucking coward.
They pick on the harmless.
And we’re sure it was Angel?
It was Angel, alright.
Did Giles say… is Ms. Calendar going
to… you know, be a vampire?
Cordelia, will you drive us to Giles’ house?
But do you think maybe he wants to be alone?
(as they get in)
I’m not worried about what he wants. I’m
worried about what he’s going to do.
INT. GILES’ APARTMENT – SAME TIME
NOTE: This scene should, ideally, be filmed in one, continuous Steadi-Cam shot.
WE START ON GILES’ BED. The sheets and bedding have been stripped away by the Coroner.
From OFFSCREEN, a SOFT “POP, POP, POP”, almost like the sound of dripping water, plays in an
endless loop under.
Then, a CLANG of METAL ON METAL rings out, followed by the SOUND OF SHUFFLING FOOTSTEPS.
WE MOVE OFF THE BED NOW, TRACKING ACROSS THE FLOOR TOWARD THE STAIRWAY.
WE MOVE PAST THE BROKEN GLASS and spilled wine and begin down the stairs. The remains of the
roses still litter the stairs, although now they have been trampled flat by the shoes of long-gone
E.M.S. and Police personnel.
Most of the votive candles have burned down to nothing, although a few are flickering out their last
Another CLANG OF METAL ON METAL as WE REACH the bottom of the stairs and PAN ACROSS the
source of the constant FAINT POPPING SOUND – the needle of the turntable POPS, POPS, POPS as it
searches in vain for more music at the end of the still revolving romantic album from before.
WE MOVE OFF THE TURNTABLE NOW, and PAN ACROSS to an open sling bag on Giles’ desk. The bag
contains a potpourri of weapons, from a crossbow to a mace to an old dueling pistol to wooden
A GASOLINE CAN is tossed on top of the other weapons, and the bag is lifted by Giles.
WE MOVE UP TO GILES’ FACE. His eye are almost impassive, filled with scary cool rage as he hefts
the bag to his front door and, with a grim determination, slips out into the night. He’s a man on a
WE STAY BEHIND, still inside the apartment, as we TILT DOWN to an entry table just inside the door.
ON THE TABLE: a PARCHMENT PAPER ENVELOPE and the SHEET OF PAPER that was inside it: a
CHARCOAL SKETCH of a deceased JENNY, her head lying on Giles’ pillow, her eyes open.
END OF ACT THREE
INT. GILES’ APARTMENT – (FIVE MINUTES LATER) NIGHT
Just as we last left it. The already slightly ajar door cracks open wider and Xander pokes his head in.
Xander ducks under the yellow CRIME SCENE tape to enter the room, followed by Buffy, Willow and
The group fans out, starts poking around.
Xander crosses to the empty wine bucket, sees the single rose on the desk, and the album cover
propped up next to the still revolving turntable.
(re: album cover)
Looks like Giles had big plans for the night.
Giles didn’t set all this up…
Buffy is at the entry table by the front door. She has Angel’s sketch of Jenny in her hand.
Buffy puts the picture down, crosses to the stairs and up.
…Angel did. All this is like the pretty gift
wrap he wrapped Ms. Calendar’s body in.
Oh, man. Poor Giles.
ANGLE ON: WILLOW
By an open and very stripped-bare trunk.
Look, all his weapons are gone.
But, I thought he kept his weapons at the library.
Those are his everyday weapons. These were
his “good” weapons. The ones he only breaks
out when company comes to visit.
So, it is what we were afraid of.
Giles isn’t here.
Well, then, where is he?
ANGLE ON: BUFFY
As she comes back down the stairs. She has a distant, unfocused look in her eyes.
He’ll go to wherever Angel is.
That means the Factory, right?
So, Giles is going to try to kill Angel, then.
Well, it’s about time somebody did.
I’m sorry. But let’s not forget that I hated Angel
long before all of you guys jumped on the
bandwagon. So, I think I deserve something
for not saying “I told you so” long before now.
And, if Giles wants to go after the… fiend who
murdered his girlfriend, I say
“Faster, Pussycat. Kill. Kill.”
There’s only one thing wrong with Giles’
little revenge scenario.
And, what’s that?
It’s gonna get him killed.
INT. THE FACTORY – SAME TIME
Spike rolls around, livid, as Angel stands to the side and Drusilla plays with the puppy.
(bellows at Angel)
Are you insane?! We’re supposed to kill
the bitch, not leave gag gifts in her friends’ beds.
But, Spike… the bad teacher was going to
restore Angel’s soul
And what if she did? If you ask me, I find
myself preferring the old Buffy-whipped
Angelus. Because this new, improved one
is definitely not playing with a full sack.
Drusilla WHIMPERS like a hurt puppy.
Hey, I love a good slaughter as much as the
next bloke, but his hijinks will only serve to
leave us with one incredibly brassed-off Slayer…
Don’t worry, roller boy. We don’t have
anything to worry about. I’ve got
everything under control.
Almost before the words are out of his mouth, a Molotov cocktail hits the table, igniting it in a ROAR
All three move away from the table, looking around.
An arrow hits him square in the shoulder. He stumbles back in pain, struggling to take out the arrow
and looks up to see
striding calmly toward him.
As he approaches, Giles pull from his shoulder bag a Louisville Slugger. In the same motion he
swings the bat into the flame, catching the end on fire.
Angel is just pulling the arrow out of his shoulder as Giles hits him square in the face with the
flaming baseball bat.
Angel falls back. He looks up at Giles, blood on his face, smiling ruefully.
Geez, what ever happened to wooden stakes?
Giles hits him over the shoulder, bringing him to his knees.
They don’t hurt enough.
He hits Angel again and again, the bat making flaming arcs as Angel is driven further to the ground.
ANGLE ON: SPIKE AND DRUSILLA
Drusilla takes a step toward the fight, but Spike puts a hand on her arm to stop her.
Ahn-ahhh… no fair going into the ring
unless he tags you first.
ANGLE: GILES AND ANGEL
Giles swings again, but Angle knocks the bat away. Comes up at Giles, punches him hard, then grabs
him in a choke hold.
All right, you’ve had your fun. But you
know what it’s time for now?
Buffy comes up behind Angel, staggers him with a kidney punch. He lets go of Giles, gasping for
breath, as Giles drops to the ground unconscious.
She hits Angel, kicks him, drives him back.
ANGLE: SPIKE AND DRUSILLA
as they fade into the shadows, escaping.
ANGLE: THE FLAMES
as they spread to the chairs and nearby boxes.
Angel decks Buffy and takes off, scrambling up to the gangway. Buffy runs after, jumps onto a box,
thence to another, thence to the gangway where she tackles Angel.
Buffy gains the upperhand as the spar, leaning Angel against the railing, the fire raging below them.
You know, even when I feed off other
girls, the name I call out… is yours.
Suddenly Buffy sees
on the ground, out cold, the fire reaching closer to him.
Angel takes her moment of distraction to knock her down. He takes off.
Buffy is momentarily torn but then she jumps down and drags Giles to safety as he begins to regain
They head out the door.
EXT. INDUSTRIAL PARK OUTSIDE THE FACTORY – CONTINUOUS
As Buffy and Giles are met by Willow, Xander and Cordelia.
Are you okay?
Giles turns on Buffy.
Why did you come here?
This was not your figh-
WHAP! Buffy decks Giles with a single, wicked, angry punch to the face. He falls back, gets to his
You don’t understand…
She is fighting back tears as she advances on him. He is still on his knees, practically shaking.
How could you do that? You’re trying to
get yourself killed? You can’t! You can’t
leave me alone… not now… I can’t do this
There’s a lost girl in that last sentence. Giles stares at her, despair draining the fight out of him.
Buffy goes to him, drops to her knees, holds him tightly. He hangs limp in her arms, looking at
The others stand, watch, as she holds him.
Passion… is the source of hope…
EXT. GILES’ APARTMENT – NIGHT
As Giles approaches his front door, hesitates, then pulls down the remnants of the yellow POLICE
CRIME SCENE tape.
…and the cause of despair…
EXT. CEMETERY – DAY
CLOSE ON: A BUNCH OF FLOWERS
As they are carefully laid on the ground.
It is the source of life…
TILT UP: TO A TOMBSTONE – “JENNIFER CALENDAR”
…and the cause of death.
Giles and Buffy stand next to Jenny’s grave.
In my years as a Watcher, I’ve buried…
too many people. Some I knew… most I
didn’t. Jenny is the first one that I’ve loved.
Sometimes, I wonder if any good ever
comes of it.
Comes of what?
Falling in love. Letting your emotions call
the shots for you. Because if there is an
upside, I sure haven’t come across it.
You’re right about that rule of yours.
You’re the Watcher, I’m the Slayer… we
don’t have the luxury of passion. It just
gets in the way. Life’s easier without it.
Yes. It’s just not… life.
I’m sorry I couldn’t kill him for you…
for her… when I had the chance.
INT. JENNY CALENDAR’S CLASSROOM – DAY
Willow stands at the front of the classroom, a lesson plan notebook clutched in front of her. She is
running the class for a day, but she gets no joy from the assignment.
…but I think I’m finally ready…
Principal Snyder has asked me to fill in
for Ms. Calendar, until the new computer
teacher arrives… so, I’m just going to stick
to the lesson plan that she left…
Willow sets the lesson plan notebook on Jenny’s desk, inadvertently knocking the 3.5 inch disk with
the copy of Thesulah’s translated Restoration Ritual over the edge.
WE FOLLOW THE DISK, as it drops, getting wedged in the small space between the desk and the
Just out of sight.
…because I know now that there’s
nothing that’s ever going to change him
back to the Angel I fell in love with.
AS WE MOVE IN CLOSE ON JENNY’S HIDDEN COMPUTER DISK behind the desk, we-
END OF SHOW
In every generation there is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against
the vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer.
The Bronze. The camera extends out from the catwalk, looking straight
down onto the people below. They are dancing to the slow, sensual rhythm
of “Never an Easy Way” performed by Morcheeba.
Lyrics: Think I slip the net / But I cut myself free
Cut to the crowd below. Buffy and Xander are dancing together, but not
close, and exchange a few words as they move around. Behind them
Cordelia and Willow are sitting at a table and chatting.
Lyrics: I’m not losing yet / So don’t forget me / I’ll say it, replay
A man crosses in front of the camera, temporarily blocking the view, and
when he’s gone by Angelus is standing beyond the table near the base of
the stairs. He watches them dance. His voice narrates throughout the
Lyrics: …and try tomorrow
Angelus: It lies in all of us.
Lyrics: I’ll say it, replay it…
Lyrics: …and live with sorrow
Angelus: …waiting… And though unwanted…
Lyrics: You’d think I’d learn by now
Angelus: …unbidden… it will stir…
Lyrics: There’s never an easy way
He begins to move around the room, all the while keeping his stare on
Angelus: …open its jaws, and howl.
Lyrics: I’ll get through somehow / I’m on my knees to pray
Cut outside to the alley. Willow and Buffy come walking out of the
Bronze. Buffy has her arm hooked into Willow’s. Cordelia and Xander are
behind them with their arms around each other.
Lyrics: You’d think I’d learn by now / There’s never an easy way
They walk past a couple, apparently engaged in a kiss. The camera stops
on the couple.
Lyrics: I’ll get through somehow…
The man lifts his head from the woman, and it’s Angelus, just finishing
a bite. He lets the woman’s dead body fall to the pavement. He steps out
into the alley, leaving the woman’s body lying there, and watches the
group as they walk away, completely unaware of his presence and his
deed. He morphs into his human guise and begins to follow.
Cut to a shot into Buffy’s room from outside of her window. Buffy walks
around her bed past the window. On her way back she pauses by the window
and looks out. She lifts the blinds a little and scans around. Seemingly
satisfied that no one’s there she walks back over to her closet,
unzipping the back of her dress along the way.
Cut to later inside her room. She’s in her pajamas now. She sets her
alarm and gets into bed. She reaches over to turn off her light and
settles in to sleep. The camera closes in on her a little and turns to
include the window in the shot. Angelus is outside looking in.
Cut to even later in her room. The camera closes in on a sleeping Buffy.
A shadow comes across her bed, and a hand reaches over to stroke her
hair with its fingers. The camera pans over to the person, and it’s
Angelus, sitting on the edge of her bed and looking down at her. He
continues his narration as the camera pulls out for a shot of him
sitting next to her while she sleeps.
Angelus: It speaks to us… guides us… Passion rules us all. And we
obey. What other choice do we have?
Opening credits roll. Buffy’s theme plays.
~ ~ Part 1 ~ ~
Morning in Buffy’s room. The camera pans from the foot of her bed up to
her face. She stirs and wakes. She opens her eyes to look over at her
clock, but they fix on an envelope left next to her on her pillow. She
lets out an inquiring moan, pushes her hair back and picks up the
envelope as she sits up. She looks down at it and sees that it’s blank.
She opens it, takes out the paper inside, unfolds it and can only stare
at it in disbelief. Cut to a view of the sheet. On it is a pencil sketch
of her sleeping.
Buffy: He was in my room.
Cut to the library. Giles is behind the counter checking in various
books. Buffy walks past him toward the table as he looks up.
Buffy: Angel. He was in my room last night.
He comes out from behind the counter and follows her over to the table.
Xander and Cordelia are there also.
Giles: Are you sure?
Buffy: Positive. When I woke up, I found a picture he’d left me on my
pillow. (crosses her arms)
Xander: A visit from the pointed-tooth fairy.
Cordelia: Wait, I thought vampires couldn’t come in unless you invited
Giles: Yes, but, uh, once you’ve invited them in, thereafter they’re,
they’re always welcome.
Buffy looks down, then over at Xander as he speaks.
Xander: Y’know, I think there may be a valuable lesson for you gals
here about inviting strange men into your bedrooms.
Cordelia: (realizes) Oh, God! (looks at Xander) I invited him in my car
once. (looks at Giles) That means he can come into my car whenever he
Xander: Yep, you’re doomed to havin’ (Cordelia looks at him) to give
him and his vamp pals a lift whenever they feel like it. And those guys
never chip in for gas.
Cordelia looks away, disgusted.
Buffy: Giles, there has to be some sort of spell to reverse the
invitation, right? Like a barrier, a no shoes, no pulse, no service kind
Cordelia: Yeah, that works for a car, too?
Giles: Yes, well, I-I-I could check on my…
Xander: (hops up from his chair) Hello!
They all look behind them and see Jonathon and a girl come into the
Xander: Excuse me, but have you ever heard of knocking?
Jonathon: (gestures to the library before him) We’re supposed to get
some books. On Stalin. (nods)
Xander: (points at Jonathon) Does this look like a Barnes & Noble?
Giles: This is a school library, Xander.
Xander: Since when?
Giles: (to Jonathon) Uh, y-yes, yes, uh, third row. (gestures to the
stacks) Historical biographies.
He and the girl walk past them, up the stairs and into the stacks. The
others watch them go until they disappear. Xander points out of the
library. He and Cordelia pick up their things and start out. Giles looks
at Buffy, confused, but follows.
Giles: What… (gets a look from Buffy) Oh!
Jonathon comes back out of the stacks.
Jonathon: Hey, did you say that was the… (sees they’re gone) Hello?
Cut to the hall. Xander and Cordelia lead Giles and Buffy as they walk
Giles: So Angel has decided to step up his harassment of you?
Cordelia: By sneaking in her room and leaving stuff at night? Why
doesn’t he just slit her throat or strangle her while she’s sleeping or
cut her heart out? (gets looks from everyone) What? I’m trying to help.
They’ve left the hall and walk along the colonnade.
Giles: Yes. (to Buffy) Uh, uh, look, it’s-it’s classic battle strategy
to throw one’s opponent off his game. He-he-he’s just trying to provoke
you. Uh, to taunt you, to, to goad you into, uh, some mishap of some
Xander: (looks back at Giles) The (sing-song) nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
approach to battle?
Giles: Yes, Xander, once more you’ve managed to boil a complex thought
down to its simplest possible form. (Xander smiles)
Buffy: Giles, Angel once told me that when he was obsessed with
Drusilla, the first thing h-he did was to kill her family.
Xander: (stops and looks at her) Your mom.
Buffy: I know. I’m gonna have to tell her something. (sits on a wall
and looks at Giles) The truth?
Giles: (approaches her, waving his finger) No. You-you-you-you can’t do
Xander: Yeah. The more people who know the secret, the more it cheapens
it for the rest of us.
Buffy: But I’ve gotta tell her something. I’ve gotta do something.
Giles, Angel has an all-access pass to my house, and I’m not always
there when my mother is. I can’t protect her.
Giles: (flustered) I told you I will find a-a spell.
Buffy: What about until you find a spell?
Cordelia: Until then, you and your mother are welcome to ride around
with me in my car.
Giles: Buffy, I-I understand your concern, but it’s imperative that you
keep a level head through all this.
Buffy: That’s easy for you to say. You don’t have Angel lurking in your
bedroom at night.
Giles: I know how hard this is for you. (gets a look from Buffy) All
right, I don’t. But as the Slayer, you don’t have the luxury of being a
slave to your, your passions. You mustn’t let Angel get to you. No
matter how provocative his behavior may become.
Buffy: So what you’re basically saying is, ‘just ignore him, and maybe
he’ll go away’?
Giles: (exhales) Yes. Precisely.
Xander: Hey, how come Buffy doesn’t get a snotty ‘once again you boil
it down to the simplest form’ thing?
Giles and Buffy both look over at him. He looks her up and down.
Xander: Watcher’s pet.
Cut to Jenny’s computer science class.
Jenny: Don’t forget, I need your sample spreadsheets by the end of the
The bell rings, and she walks around behind her desk.
Jenny: Oh, and I want both a paper printout and a copy on disk. Thank
She looks down at her desk for a second, then back up and reaches her
arm out to get Willow’s attention before she goes.
Willow: (approaches the desk) Yes?
Jenny: Um, I might be a little late tomorrow. Do you think you could
cover my class till I show?
Willow: (smiling brightly) Really? Me? Teach the class? Sure!
Willow: (suddenly worried) Oh, wait. W-what if they don’t recognize my
authority? What if they try to convince me that you always let them
leave class early? What if there’s a fire drill? What if there’s a fire?
Jenny: (reassuringly) Willow, you’re gonna be fine. And I’ll try not to
be too late, okay?
Willow: (calmer) Okay. Good. Earlier is good. (smiles) Will I have the
power to assign detention? Or make ’em run laps?
Buffy and Giles appear at the door.
Buffy: Hey, Will.
Jenny and Willow look over at her.
Jenny: Hi, Buffy. Rupert.
Giles looks down.
Buffy: (ignoring Jenny) Willow, I thought I might take in a class.
Figured I could use someone who knows where they are.
Willow glances over at Jenny with her eyes and then starts to walk out
of the classroom.
Willow: (to Buffy) Sorry. I have to talk to her. She’s a teacher, and
teachers are to be respected, (they exit the room) even if they’re only
filling in until the real teacher shows up, because otherwise chaos
Giles has let the girls go, and now steps into the classroom. His hands
are in his pockets.
Jenny: How have you been?
Giles: Uh, not so good, actually. Uh, since Angel lost his soul, he’s
regained his sense of whimsy.
Jenny: Well, that sounds bad. (crosses her arms)
Giles: He’s been in Buffy’s bedroom. I-I-I need to drum up a spell to,
uh, keep him out of the house.
She reaches down to her desk and picks up an old book.
Jenny: This might help. (hands it to Giles) I’ve been doing a little
reading since Angel changed. (crosses her arms again) I don’t think you
have that one.
Giles: Thank you. (leafs through it)
Jenny: So, how’s Buffy doing?
Giles: (closes and lowers the book) How do you think?
Jenny: (faces away) I know you feel betrayed.
Giles: Yes. Well, that’s one of the unpleasant side effects of
Jenny: (looks down at her desk) Rupert… I was raised by the people
that Angel hurt the most. (looks up at Giles) My duty to them was the
first thing I was ever taught. I didn’t come here to hurt anyone, (looks
away) a-and I lied to you because I thought it was the right thing to
do. I… I didn’t know what would happen. I didn’t know I was gonna fall
in love with you.
She pauses for a moment before looking back up at Giles. They exchange a
meaningful look, but then she looks away again.
Jenny: Oh, God. Is it too late to take that back?
Giles: Do you want to?
Jenny: (looks at him) I just wanna be right with you. I don’t expect
more. I just want so badly to make all this up to you.
Giles: I understand. But I’m not the one you need to make it up to.
She looks at him, understanding. He gives her a little smile and raises
Giles: Thank you for the book.
He turns and walks out of the room. She just watches him go.
Cut to the dining room at Buffy’s house. She and Joyce are having
dinner. Buffy is just picking at her food. Joyce puts down her fork,
folds her hands and leans forward on the table toward her daughter.
Joyce: Okay. What’s wrong?
Buffy: (looks at her mom) It’s nothing. (looks at her plate)
Joyce: Come on. You can tell me anything. (Buffy eyes her) I’ve read
all the parenting books. You cannot surprise me.
Buffy puts down her fork, puts her hands in her lap and looks over at
Buffy: Do you remember that guy Angel?
Joyce: Angel, the, um… (thinks) the college boy who was tutoring you
Buffy: Right. Uh, he… I-I… (looks down and whispers) Oh, God. Um…
(looks back up) We’re sort of dating, were dating, um, going through a
serious off-again phase right now.
Joyce: (smiles) Don’t tell me. He’s changed. He’s not the same guy you
Buffy: (smiles nervously) In a nutshell. (loses the smile) A-anyway,
um… since he changed, he’s been kinda following me around. He’s having
trouble letting go.
Joyce: (concerned) Buffy, has he done anything…
Buffy: No! No, it’s not like that. He’s just been hanging around… a
lot. Just sending me notes, that kind of thing. (gets a concerned look
from Joyce) I just don’t wanna see him right now. I mean, if he shows
up, I’ll talk to him. Just… don’t invite him in.
Cut to Willow’s room. She’s in her pajamas, walking around with her
cordless phone to her ear.
Willow: I agree with Giles. You need to just try and not let him get to
you. (heads for her desk) Angel’s only doing this to try to get you to
do something stupid. (closes her laptop) I swear, men can be such jerks
sometimes. Dead or alive. (goes to her new aquarium)
Buffy: I just hope Giles can find a keep-out spell soon.
Cut to Buffy sitting on her bed, also in pajamas, talking into her
Buffy: I know I’ll sleep easier when I can… sleep easier.
Cut to Willow sprinkling fish food into her tank.
Willow: I’m sure he will. He’s like book-man. (puts away the food)
Until then, try and keep happy thoughts and…
She sees something on her bed. Cut to Buffy.
Buffy: And what?
Cut to Willow.
Willow holds the phone between her cheek and shoulder and reaches down
for a blank envelope on her bed.
Willow turns back toward her aquarium. The camera follows her and pans
around the tank for a shot of her through the fishless water. She opens
the envelope and finds a string. She pulls on it, and out come her fish,
strung together one after the other. Willow loses her grip on her phone
and it falls to the floor.
Cut to later in Buffy’s room. She and Willow are sitting on her bed.
Behind them is a string of garlic cloves hanging on the wall. Willow has
a stake in her hand that she’s fidgeting with nervously while she looks
Willow: Thanks for having me over, Buffy. Especially on a school night
Buffy: No problem. Hey, sorry about your fish.
Willow: Oh, it’s okay. We hadn’t really had time to bond yet. Although
for the first time I’m glad my parents didn’t let me have a puppy.
Buffy: (stares into space) It’s so weird… Every time something like
this happens, my first instinct is still to run to Angel. I can’t
believe it’s the same person. He’s completely different from the guy
that I knew. (looks at Willow)
Willow: Well, sort of, except…
Buffy: Except what?
Willow: (looks at Buffy) You’re still the only thing he thinks about.
Buffy looks down at her hands.
Cut to Spike’s warehouse. He’s in his wheelchair in the foreground at
the head of the table. Drusilla comes in behind him, holding a puppy
behind her back.
Drusilla: I brought something for you. (brings out the whining puppy)
Poor thing. She’s an orphan. (reaches Spike) Her owner died… (smiles
at him) without a fight. Do you like her? (he looks at her) Hmm?
(reaches her hand into his jacket and rubs his chest) I brought her
especially for you… (pulls at his jacket) to cheer you up. (raises the
puppy) And I’ve named her… (sweetly) Sunshine! (offers the puppy to
Spike) Open wide. (he looks away) Come on, love. You need to eat
something to keep your strength up. Now, (waves the puppy around) rrrrr,
open up for mummy.
Spike: I won’t have you feeding me like a child, Dru. (wheels around
Angelus: (comes in) Why not? She already bathes you, carries you around
and changes you like a child.
Drusilla: Why, Angel. (he smiles at her) Where have you been? The sun
is almost up, and it can be so hurtful. (looks at Spike) We were
Spike: No, we weren’t.
Drusilla: You must forgive Spike. He’s just a bit testy tonight.
Doesn’t get out much anymore.
Angelus: Well, maybe next time I’ll bring you with me, Spike. Might be
handy to have you around if I ever need a really good parking space.
Spike: Have you forgotten that you’re a bloody guest in my bloody home?
Angelus: (steps closer) And as a guest, (leans in) if there’s anything
I can do for you… Any… responsibility I can assume while you’re
spinning your wheels… (looks over at Drusilla) Anything I’m not
already doing, that is.
Spike: (shoves Angelus away angrily) That’s enough!
Angelus smiles widely and giggles.
She leans down to Spike, gives him a peck on the cheek and puts the
puppy in his lap. He holds the puppy as she steps away and goes around
Drusilla: You two boys… fightin’ over me and all. (stops between two
chairs) Makes a girl feel…
Suddenly she looks up and moans loudly in apparent pain. Angelus steps
over opposite her across the table, looking concerned.
Spike: Dru, what is it, pet?
Drusilla: (bent over in pain, breathing hard) The air. It worries.
Someone… an old enemy is seeking help… (Angelus throws Spike a look)
help to destroy our happy home. (leans against a chair) Ohhhh…
Cut to a tarot shop. The camera pans across a display table with a skull
in a covered glass bowl, a small gong hung between two horns, a pig
fetus in formaldehyde, what looks like a large crab also in formaldehyde
and another jar. A pricing gun waves into view and puts prices on the
last two jars. The shopkeeper continues on to price other things.
Cut outside. Jenny walks around the railing in front of the shop and
takes the steps down to the entrance. Cut inside the shop. She comes in
the door and looks around. The shopkeeper looks up from his work.
Shopkeeper: (with a Rumanian accent) Welcome. How may I serve you
Jenny: (faces him) Uh…
Shopkeeper: Love potion? Perhaps a voodoo doll for that unfaithful…
Jenny: (interrupts) I need an Orb of Thesulah.
Shopkeeper: (drops the accent) Oh, you’re in the trade. Sorry about the
spiel, but around Valentine’s Day, I get a lot of tourists shopping for
love potions and mystical revenge of past lovers. (goes behind the sales
counter) Sad fact is, Ouija boards and rabbits’ feet, that’s what pay
the rent around here. (goes into the back) So how did you hear about us?
Jenny: (checks out a few things) My Uncle Enyos told me about you.
Shopkeeper: (looks out at her) So you’re Janna, then. (she looks at
him) Sorry to hear about your uncle.
Jenny: Thank you.
Shopkeeper: (comes back with a round wooden box) He was a good
customer. Well, no, there you go. (sets it down and opens it) One
Thesulan Orb. Spirit vault for the rituals of the undead. (Jenny reaches
into her purse) I don’t get many calls for those lately. (she pulls out
her wallet) Sold a couple as new age paperweights last year. (she hands
him a credit card) Yeah, I just love those new-agers, boy. They helped
to (imprints the card) send my youngest to college. (fills in the form)
By the way, you do know that the transliteration annals for the ritual
of the undead were lost. (hands her the form and a pen) Without the
annals, the surviving text is gibberish.
Jenny: And without a translated text, the Orbs of Thesulah are pretty
much useless. (signs) Yeah, I know. (hands him his copy)
Shopkeeper: Well, I only mention it because I have a strict policy of
no refunds. (puts the lid on the box)
Jenny: It’s okay. I’m working on a computer program to translate the
Rumanian liturgy to English based on a random sampling of the text.
Shopkeeper: Yecchh. I don’t like computers. They give me the willies.
Jenny: Well, (takes the box) thank you.
Shopkeeper: You’re welcome.
She takes the lid off of the box as she slowly walks toward the door.
Shopkeeper: By the way… (she looks back) Not that it’s any of my
business, really, but, uh, what are you planning on conjuring up? If you
can decipher the text?
Jenny: A present for a friend of mine. (lifts the Orb)
Shopkeeper: Really? What are you gonna give him?
She looks into the Orb and it begins to glow.
Jenny: His soul.
~ ~ Part 2 ~ ~
Sunnydale High School. Willow and Buffy are chatting as they walk along
the sidewalk and then up the steps.
Buffy: We’ll be in hiding, probably… (inaudible)
Xander: (jumps up behind them) Well, good morning, ladies. And what did
you two do last night?
Willow: We had kind of a ‘pajama party sleepover with weapons’ thing.
Xander: Oh. And I don’t suppose either of you had the presence of mind
to locate a camera to capture the moment.
Willow: I have to go. I have a class to teach in about five minutes,
and I have to arrive early to glare disapprovingly at the stragglers.
(sees Jenny arriving) Oh, darn. She’s here. (walks off) Five hours of
lesson planning yesterday down the drain…
Buffy: (sees Jenny, too) You know what? I’ll see you in class.
She leaves Xander, jogs up to Jenny and gets in front of her.
Buffy looks at Jenny a moment, then averts her eyes.
Jenny: Uh, is there something that… Did you want something?
Buffy: Look… I know you feel badly about what happened, and I just
wanted to say…
Jenny looks at her expectantly.
Buffy: Good. Keep it up.
Jenny: (not surprised) Don’t worry, I will.
Buffy: (holds up her hand) Oh, wait. Um… (looks at her) He misses
you. He doesn’t say anything, I mean, but I know he does. And I don’t
want him to be lonely. I don’t want anyone to.
Jenny: Buffy, you know that if I have a chance to make this up…
Buffy: (interrupts) We’re… good here. Let’s just leave it.
She walks away. Jenny watches her go.
Cut to the lounge. Giles is talking with a couple of students while
searching through his briefcase for some flyers.
Giles: I put it here somewhere. (finds the flyers) Oh, yes, yes.
That’s it. (hands the flyers to the students) Could you, um, hang those
up? (the students nod) Thank you. (sees Buffy arrive) Buffy. So, uh, so
how was your night?
Buffy: Sleepless, but no human fatalities.
Cordelia comes up to them.
Giles: I-I found a ritual to revoke the invitation to vampires.
Cordelia: Oh, thank goodness. I actually had to talk my grandmother
into switching cars with me last night.
Giles: Um, the-the-the, uh, the ritual’s fairly basic, actually. It’s
just the recitation of a few rhyming couplets, burning of, uh, moss
herbs, sprinkling of holy water… (turns down the hall)
Buffy: (starts to follow) All stuff I have in my house.
Giles: Hanging of crosses…
Cut to Willow’s room. She nails a cross next to her French doors and
pulls the curtain over to hide it.
Willow: I’m gonna have a hard time explaining this to my dad.
Buffy: You really think it’ll bother him?
Willow: Ira Rosenberg’s only daughter nailing crucifixes to her bedroom
wall? I have to go over to Xander’s house just to watch ‘A Charlie Brown
Christmas’ every year.
Buffy: I see your point.
They go to her bed. Cordelia is looking at Willow’s aquarium.
Willow: Although it is worthwhile to see him do the Snoopy Dance. (puts
down the hammer)
Cordelia: Willow, (faces them, arms crossed) are you aware that there
are no fish in your aquarium?
Willow frowns and whines.
Buffy: You know, Cordelia, we’ve already done your car. Call it a night
if you want.
Cordelia: Right. Thanks. And you know I’d do the same for you if you
had a social life.
She picks her coat up from Willow’s bed and sees a blank envelope there.
Cordelia: Oh. (picks it up) This must be for you.
She hands the envelope to Willow. Willow gives Buffy a worried glance
and opens it. When she sees what’s in it she hands it to Buffy.
Willow: It’s for you.
Buffy unfolds the paper and sees a pencil sketch of her mother sleeping.
Cut to Joyce driving home in her Jeep. Cut to a view of her from the
lawn nearing the house. As she turns into the driveway the camera pulls
back, and Angelus’ legs come into view. Joyce sees him as she pulls to a
stop and turns off the engine. He approaches her open car window.
Angelus: Mrs. Summers, I need to talk to you.
Joyce: (gets out with a bag of groceries) You’re Angel.
Angelus: (pushes the door closed) Did Buffy tell you about us?
Joyce: She told me she wants you to leave her alone.
Angelus: I-I can’t. I can’t do that.
Joyce: You’re scaring her.
Angelus: You have to help me. (she starts toward the house) Joyce…
(follows her) I need, I need to be with her. Y-you can convince her. You
have to convince her.
Joyce: Look, (Angelus gets in front of her) I’m telling you to leave
Angelus: You have to talk to her for me, Joyce. Tell her I need her.
Joyce: (goes around him) Please, look, I-I just wanna get inside, okay?
She lets go of her bag with one hand and rummages in her purse for her
keys, but she can’t keep her grip on the bag, and it falls. Several
oranges roll out and around. Angelus rights the bag and scrambles to
pick a few of the oranges up.
Angelus: You don’t understand, Joyce. (she finds her keys) I’ll die
without Buffy. She’ll die without me.
Joyce: Are you threatening her?
Angelus: Please… Why is she doing this to me?
Joyce: I’m calling the police now.
She forgets the grocery bag and goes to the door. There she fumbles with
her keys, trying to find the right one. Angelus comes up next to her.
She finally gets the key in the door.
Angelus: I haven’t been able to sleep since the night we made love.
Joyce looks up at him in surprise.
Angelus: I need her. I know you understand.
Joyce: (opens the door) Just leave us alone. (rushes in)
Cut inside. He tries to follow, but comes up against an invisible
barrier. Buffy and Willow come down the stairs. Willow reads a Latin
verse from a book.
Willow: ‘Hicce verbis consensus rescissus est.’
Translation: By these strong unanimous words [Angelus’ permission to
enter] is rescinded.
Buffy: (comes up to him) Sorry, Angel. Changed the locks. (slams the
door in his face)
Cut to Jenny’s classroom. She’s at her desk working on the translation
program. She takes a sip of coffee from her mug and sets it back down.
She types a few keystrokes, then stares at the screen. Behind her Giles
appears and stands in the doorway.
She startles and looks at him. Quickly she types a few keystrokes, and
the screen changes. She turns back to him.
Jenny: Oh! Hi.
Giles: (steps into the room) You’re working late.
Jenny: Special project.
Jenny: I spoke to Buffy today.
Giles: Oh! Yes? (sits on her desk)
Jenny: Mm. (looks away) She said you missed me. (plays with a pencil)
Giles: Well, uh, she’s… a meddlesome girl.
Jenny: (looks at him) Rupert… Okay, I don’t wanna say anything if I’m
wrong, but I may have some news. Now, I need to finish up here. Could I
see you later?
Giles: Y-yes, yes. You could stop by my house.
Jenny: Okay. (smiles)
Giles: (smiles and gets up) Good. (smiles wider, then goes)
Jenny turns her attention back to her computer.
Cut to the tarot shop. The Shopkeeper turns out the light by the front
entrance and heads toward the back. A woman holding a puppy opens the
door and steps in.
Shopkeeper: Sorry, honey. (blows out some candles) We’re closed.
He looks up and sees Drusilla standing there.
Shopkeeper: (nervous) W… What do you want?
Drusilla: (looks at the puppy) Miss Sunshine here tells me you had a
visit today. (stares up) But she worries. (looks at the shopkeeper) She
wants to know what you and the mean teacher talked about.
Cut to later in Jenny’s classroom. She’s still working at her computer.
She taps a few keys, then looks up at the screen. A percent complete
window appears over the Rumanian text, and the bar zips across it.
Jenny: Come on, come on…
The bar disappears, and a translation scrolls up next to the original
Jenny: That’s it! (exhales and smiles) It’s gonna work! (saves the
result) This… will work.
She pops out an unlabeled yellow floppy disk and sets it aside by some
books near the edge of her desk. In the mean time a hardcopy has started
to print out. She wheels her chair over to the printer and looks it
over. She looks up and sees Angelus sitting in a desk at the back of the
class. She gasps and jumps out of her seat.
Jenny: Angel… (slowly moves toward the door) How did you get in here?
Angelus: I was invited. The sign in front of the school… ‘Formatia
trans sicere educatorum.’
Jenny: ‘Enter all ye who seek knowledge.’
Angelus: (giggles and gets up) What can I say? I’m a knowledge seeker.
(comes toward her)
Jenny: (frightened) Angel, I-I-I’ve got good news.
Angelus: I heard. You went shopping at the local boogedy-boogedy store.
(sees the Orb on her desk and picks it up) The Orb of Thesulah. If
memory serves, this is supposed to summon a person’s soul… from the
ether… store it until it can be transferred.
The Orb begins to glow as he looks into it. He glances up at Jenny for
an instant. She edges away from him.
Angelus: You know what I hate most about these things?
Jenny screams as he heaves it into the chalkboard behind her. It
shatters into hundreds of pieces and a lot of dust.
Angelus: (smiles) They’re so damn fragile. (loses the smile) Must be
that shoddy gypsy craftsmanship, huh?
Jenny has backed into the wall and trembles with fear. She starts to
inch her way toward the door. Angelus reaches over to the PC and turns
the monitor so he can see it.
Angelus: I never cease to be amazed how much the world has changed in
just two and a half centuries.
Jenny has reached the door and tries to open it. It’s locked. He turns
the monitor back around.
Angelus: It’s a miracle to me. You, you put the secrets to restoring my
soul in here…
He shoves the computer off her of desk and onto the floor. It breaks,
and the monitor shatters and sparks and starts to burn. Angelus tears
the printout from the printer.
Angelus: It comes out here. (looks at the paper) ‘The Ritual of
Restoration.’ Wow. This, this brings back memories.
He starts to tear the printout in half.
Jenny: Wait. That’s your…
Angelus: Oh, my cure? (finishes tearing) No, thanks. Been there, done
that, and deja vu just isn’t what it used to be. (sees the fire) My…
Isn’t this my lucky day. The computer… (holds the paper over the
flames) and the pages. (warms his hands) Looks like I get to kill two
birds with one stone.
He crouches over the fire to warm himself more. Jenny starts toward the
back door. Angelus looks back up at her sporting his game face.
Angelus: And teacher makes three.
She starts to run for it, but Angelus roars and quickly jumps and grabs
hold of her.
He throws her back into the locked door, and it breaks open. She looks
back at him, scrambles to her feet and begins to run.
Angelus: Oh, good. I need to work up an appetite first.
Cut to the halls. Jenny comes running, opens the door to the lounge area
and runs to another set of door to outside, but they are locked. She
runs back into the lounge, sees Angelus coming and runs further down the
hall. Angelus pulls open the doors and follows her at a fast walk.
Cut outside to another hall exit. Jenny bursts through the door and runs
along the colonnade. Angelus is not far behind, and continues after her
at a quick pace. Soon he starts to run as well. Jenny keeps running,
checking behind her every so often. She reaches the next building and
struggles with the door. She looks back and sees Angelus running toward
her with an evil grin on his face. She yanks hard at the door several
more times before it opens, and she runs in.
Cut inside the hall. Jenny pulls the door closed behind her and Angelus
slams into it. She starts to run down the hall. Angelus has to yank at
the door a couple of times before it opens for him, too, and he runs in
after her. A cleaning cart is in the hall by the stairs, and Jenny grabs
it and pushes it into Angelus. He slams into it and flies over it and
onto the floor while she rushes up the steps.
Cut to a view down the stairs from above. Jenny runs up and out of view.
Angelus isn’t on the floor below anymore. He’s nowhere to be seen.
Cut to a landing by a large arched window. Jenny runs up onto it and
right into a waiting Angelus. She screams when he grabs hold of her. He
chuckles and looks into her face. He puts one hand around behind her
head and touches her lips with the fingers of his other. The view out of
the window is of the park beyond with the palm trees lit up. A car
Angelus: Sorry, Jenny, this is where you get off.
He takes his fingers from her lips and puts his hand under her chin. In
one swift movement he twists her head and snaps her neck. Her body
collapses to the floor. He looks up and around, breathing heavily from
the running and the excitement.
Angelus: Ah… I never get tired of doing that.
~ ~ Part 3 ~ ~
Buffy’s house. Giles steps up to the door and knocks. Willow comes to
the door and opens it.
Giles: Willow, good evening. (steps in)
Willow: Hi. Come on in. (closes the door, hands him the book) Here’s
Giles: Right. (looks the book over) I guess I should do my apartment
tonight. (looks up) The ritual go all right?
Willow: Oh, yeah. It went fine. Well, it went fine until Angel showed
up and told Buffy’s mom that he and Buffy had… (nervously) Well, you
know, that they had… you know. You do know, right?
Giles: Oh, yes. Yes. Sorry.
Willow: (relieved) Oh, good, ’cause I just realized that being a
librarian and all, you maybe didn’t know.
Giles: Oh, thank you. I got it.
Willow: You would have been proud of her, though. She totally kept her
There is an awkward moment of silence.
Willow: Okay, well, I’ll tell Buffy you stopped by. (smiles)
Giles: (looks up the stairs) Would you, um… Perhaps I should
intervene on, on Buffy’s behalf w-w-with her mother. Um, maybe… say
Willow: Sure! Like, what would you say?
Giles: (looks up the stairs again) W… Uh…
She reaches for the doorknob and opens it.
Giles: You will tell Buffy I dropped by? (goes out)
Willow: You bet. (closes the door)
Cut to Buffy’s room. She’s sitting on her bed. Joyce is pacing, trying
to take in what she’s hearing.
Buffy: That stuff with the Latins and the herbs, uh, he’s just real
Joyce: (sits with her eyes closed) Oh.
Buffy: We just thought if…
Joyce: Was he the first? (opens her eyes) No, wait. (stands up) I don’t
wanna know. (paces) I don’t think I want to.
Buffy: Yeah. He was the first. I mean, the only.
Joyce: (stops and looks at her daughter) He’s older than you.
Buffy: I know.
Joyce: Too old, Buffy. And he’s obviously not very stable. I really
wish… (sits again) I just thought you would show more judgment.
Buffy: (looks at her mother) He wasn’t like this before.
Joyce: Are you in love with him?
Buffy: I was.
Joyce: Were you careful?
Buffy: (looks away) Mom, this is no time…
Joyce: (gets up again) Don’t ‘Mom’ me, Buffy. You don’t get to get out
of this. You had sex with a boy you didn’t even see fit to tell me you
Buffy: (nods) I made a mistake.
Joyce: Yeah, well, don’t just say that to shut me up, because I think
you really did.
Buffy: I know that! (looks up at her) I-I can’t tell you everything.
Joyce: How about anything? Buffy, you can shut me out of your life, I
am pretty much used to that. But don’t expect me to ever stop caring
about you, because it’s never gonna happen. I love you more than
anything in the world. (sits next to Buffy on the bed) That would be
your cue to, uh, roll your eyes and tell me I’m grossing you out.
Buffy: You’re not.
Joyce: (inhales) Oh, well… (exhales) I guess that was the talk.
Buffy: So how’d it go?
They look at each other.
Joyce: I don’t know. It was my first.
Cut to Giles’ apartment. He arrives at his door looking at his keys. He
looks up and sees a red rose on the door and can hear the music of the
opera “La Boheme”, by Puccini, coming from inside. He takes the rose,
inhales its aroma and smiles. He opens his door and goes in. Cut inside.
Giles pokes his head in.
He sees no one there, so he steps in and closes the door behind him.
He puts his briefcase aside and steps over to his coat rack.
Giles: It’s me!
He takes off his coat and hangs it up. He looks around again and sees a
chilled bottle of champagne and two long-stemmed glasses on his desk. On
top of the crystal ice bucket is a folded piece of paper leaning against
the bottle. He sets down his keys and the rose and takes the note. He
unfolds it and on it is one word: Upstairs. He smiles and looks up
toward the loft. He takes off his glasses and sets them and the paper
down. He runs his fingers through his hair, takes the bottle, looks at
it, takes the two glasses and starts up the stairs. The opera music gets
louder as he nears the loft. The camera follows his footsteps as he
climbs the stairs. There is a rose on each step. When he reaches the top
he is smiling. He sees Jenny on the bed, but she isn’t moving, and his
smile quickly fades. The opera reaches a crescendo as he drops the
bottle and glasses, and they shatter on the floor. He continues to look
at Jenny’s body. Her dead eyes stare back at him.
Cut to later. Giles is leaning on the wall by his front door staring
blankly into space. The coroners take Jenny’s body away. A police
officer approaches him.
Officer: Mr. Giles, I need to ask you to come with us. Just to answer a
Giles: (still staring blankly) Of course. Yes. Procedure. (looks at the
officer) I need to make a phone call… if that’s all right.
The officer looks over at the phone and back at him, giving him tacit
Giles: (whispers) Yes. (goes to the phone)
Cut to Buffy’s house. Angelus is looking into the dining room through
the window from the porch. Buffy and Willow walk through it and into the
Angelus: (narrates) Passion is the source of our finest moments. The
joy of love… the clarity of hatred… and the ecstasy of grief.
The telephone rings, and Buffy runs back into the dining room to get it.
She picks it up from the phone stand and turns so Angelus can see her
Buffy: Hello. Giles, hey! We did the, the thing. It worked. What?
As she listens to Giles her expression becomes increasingly blank. She
lowers the phone from her ear. Willow is there now, too, and takes the
phone from Buffy.
Buffy leans against the wall and slides down against it into a crouch.
Willow: What? No! (puts the phone down) No! (begins to cry
Angelus gloats as he looks into the window. Joyce comes into the dining
room when she hears the crying and holds Willow. Buffy looks off into
space, then finally lowers her head onto her knees. Angelus smiles and
Cut to later. Cordelia and Xander drive up to Buffy and Willow, who are
waiting for them. Xander opens the passenger door and gets out.
Buffy: Where’s Giles?
Xander: No luck. By the time we got to the station, (closes the door)
the cops said he’d already left. (Cordelia closes her door) I guess they
just wanted to ask him some questions.
Buffy: Cordelia, will you drive us to Giles’ house?
Cordelia: Of course.
Willow: But don’t you think he wants to be left alone?
Buffy: I’m not worrying about what he wants. I’m worried about what
he’s gonna do.
They all get into the car.
Cut to Giles’ apartment. The camera sweeps down the stairs. The roses
have all been trampled and broken. The camera turns the corner of the
staircase and sweeps across the area below. Giles’ weapons chest is open
and almost empty. He walks across the camera’s path, drawing a sword.
The camera continues around the room, over to his old Victrola, where
the opera record has played out but is still spinning. The camera pulls
back past the desk where Giles has a large bag sitting open with various
weapons stashed inside. He adds a small can of gasoline, grabs the bag
and heads out of the apartment. The camera closes in on the desk and
pans down to a pencil sketch of Jenny lying dead on the bed.
~ ~ Part 4 ~ ~
Giles’ apartment. Xander pushes the door open. A piece of yellow crime
scene tape is stretched across the doorway.
Xander: Hello? Giles?
He ducks under the tape and comes in. Willow and the others follow.
Xander goes over to the desk and looks around.
Xander: I guess Giles had a big night planned tonight.
Buffy: (picks up the sketch of Jenny) Giles didn’t set this up. Angel
did. (hands Xander the sketch) This is the wrapping for the gift. (heads
Xander: Oh, man. (exhales) Poor Giles.
Willow finds the nearly empty weapons chest.
Willow: Look, all his weapons are gone.
Cordelia: But I thought he kept his weapons at the library.
Xander: No, those are his, uh, everyday weapons. These were his good
weapons. The ones he, uh, breaks out when company comes to visit.
Buffy comes back downstairs and stops on the corner landing.
Willow: So he’s not here.
Cordelia: Well, then where is he?
Buffy: He’ll go to wherever Angel is.
Xander turns to face the girls.
Willow: That means the factory, right?
Cordelia: So Giles is gonna try to kill Angel then?
Xander: Well, it’s about time somebody did.
Xander: I’m sorry, but let’s not forget that I hated Angel long before
you guys jumped on the bandwagon. So I think I deserve a little
something for not saying ‘I told you so’ long before now. And if Giles
wants to go after the, uh, (looks up at Buffy) fiend that murdered his
girlfriend, I say, ‘Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!’ (looks back at Willow
Buffy: You’re right.
Willow and Cordelia look up at Buffy.
Xander: Thank you.
Buffy: (takes the rest of the steps down) There’s only one thing wrong
with Giles’ little revenge scenario.
Xander: And what’s that?
Buffy: It’s gonna get him killed.
Cut to Spike’s warehouse. Angelus is being lectured.
Spike: Are you insane?! We’re supposed to kill the bitch, not leave gag
gifts in the friends’ beds.
Drusilla: (cuddles her puppy) But, Spike, the bad teacher was going to
restore Angel’s soul.
Spike: What if she did? If you ask me, I find myself preferring the old
Buffy-whipped Angelus. This new, improved one is not playing with a full
sack. (gets a look from Angelus) I love a good slaughter as much as the
next bloke, but his little pranks will only leave us with one incredibly
Angelus: Don’t worry, roller boy. I’ve got everything under control.
A Molotov cocktail swooshes in and bursts on the table, setting it
ablaze. Drusilla runs away with Spike wheeling right behind her. They
stop out of reach of the flames. Angelus cuts across at the end of the
table and gets hit in the shoulder with a crossbow bolt. He grabs it to
pull it out while looking to see who his attacker is. Giles walks toward
him with a baseball bat. Angelus pulls the bolt out and throws it aside.
Giles puts the end of the bat into the flames, and it catches fire. He
swings it and hits Angelus in the face, then again on the return swing.
Angelus staggers and bends down.
Angelus: Jeez, whatever happened to wooden stakes?
Giles whales on Angelus’ back several times. Drusilla makes a move to
intervene, but is held back by Spike.
Spike: Uh-uh. No fair going into the ring unless he tags you first.
Angelus stands back up, but Giles swings the bat into his face twice
again, making him fall once more. He continues beating on him, making
Angelus collapse all the way to the floor. Angelus tries to get up, but
Giles swings into his jaw from underneath. He wields the still burning
bat over his head, but as he brings it down Angelus catches it, and they
begin to struggle. Angelus quickly gains the upper hand, and takes Giles
by the throat, lifting him off of his feet. He drops the bat.
Angelus: All right. You’ve had your fun. But you know what it’s time
He gets kicked in the back by Buffy and lets Giles fall to the floor.
She pulls him back and slams him into the spiral staircase.
Buffy: My fun.
She kicks him in the face and then shoves him onto the floor. Drusilla
quickly wheels Spike away. Buffy kicks Angelus in the face again as he
tries to get up, and then lunges at him. He grabs her, flips her over
and tries to get away up the stairs. Buffy gets back to her feet fast
with Giles’ dropped baseball bat in hand and pushes it between the stair
railings to trip Angelus up. He falls and she grabs one of his legs. He
kicks out at her with it and knocks her off of him and onto the floor.
He scrambles up the stairs. Buffy gets up quickly. She sees a stack of
crates, runs up it to the catwalk above, and meets Angelus there. He
swings at her, but she ducks and kicks him in the back of the knee,
making him collapse onto the railing. She grabs a loop of rope, throws
it around his neck and yanks him back and forth between the railings
several times, then kicks him in the chest, making him stagger back and
fall onto his butt. He gets up fast, but she grabs onto a pipe above her
head and swings with both feet into his chest again, making him fly back
into a barrel and some ducting. She waits on the catwalk for him to come
at her again, ready to fight. He charges, and she takes him and diverts
him past her and onto the catwalk grating, where he lands with his head
against one of the vertical railing bars. She kicks his face, and
follows up with several punches and another kick. He starts to laugh as
she grabs him by the coat and bangs his head into the railing a couple
Angelus: Are you gonna let your old man just burn?
She looks down and sees the flames getting higher and nearer to Giles.
Angelus takes advantage of the distraction and grabs her legs, lifts her
and throws her over the railing. She manages to control her fall and
land on her feet near Giles. Angelus takes off down the catwalk and out
of the building. Buffy wakes Giles and gets him to his feet, and she
supports him as they make their way from the building also. Cut outside.
They both come out coughing from the smoke. He pushes her away from him.
Giles: Why did you come here?! This wasn’t your fight!
She punches him in the jaw, and he spins and falls to the pavement.
Buffy: Are you trying to get yourself killed?!
She begins to cry and crouches down to hug him. He cries and hugs her
Buffy: You can’t leave me. I can’t do this alone.
Cut to Giles’ apartment building. Cut to his door, still with the crime
scene tape across it.
Angelus: (narrates) It hurts sometimes more than we can bear.
Giles tears the tape from his doorway and just stares at it for several
Angelus: (narrates) If we could live without passion, maybe we’d know
some kind of peace. But we would be hollow.
Giles enters his apartment.
Angelus: (narrates) Empty rooms, shuttered and dank…
Cut to the cemetery. The camera pans across a small pond.
Angelus: (narrates) Without passion, we’d be truly dead.
The camera pans past Jenny’s gravestone. Giles kneels down and lays some
flowers on her grave. He looks at her name on the headstone for a moment
before standing back up. Buffy is there next to him.
Giles: In my years as… Watcher… I’ve buried… too many people. But
Jenny was the first I’ve loved.
Buffy: (looks up at him) I’m sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t kill him for
you… (looks down at the grave) for her… when I had the chance.
Cut to a shot of the gravestone. It reads just ‘Jennifer Calendar’.
Buffy: I wasn’t ready.
Cut to Jenny’s classroom. The students all wait at their desks for the
teacher to arrive. Willow walks in and stands at the front of the room.
Buffy: (voiceover) But I think I finally am.
Willow: Hi. Principal Snyder asked me to fill in for Ms. Calendar… u-
until the new computer science teacher arrives. So I’m just gonna stick
to the lesson plan she left.
She walks around to the front of the desk and looks over the books and
things that are there.
Buffy: (narrates) I can’t hold on to the past anymore. Angel has gone.
Nothing’s ever gonna bring him back.
Willow puts down her own books, and in the process nudges a few books
aside a little. As a result the yellow disk that Jenny had set next to
the books gets pushed off of the edge. It falls between the desk and the
small filing cabinet next to it. It hits the floor and spins around a
few times before coming to rest leaning against the side of the cabinet.