Season 3 | Episode 41 | Revelations

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Episode Summary

After Dingoes Ate My Baby finishes its set during a particularly crowded night at the Bronze, Oz joins Willow, Xander, and Cordelia at their table. Hoping to divert attention away from her and Xander’s uneasiness around each other, Willow brings up the topic of Buffy acting differently as of late.

Cordy suggests that Buffy might have found a new man. Buffy stops by briefly before heading off with Faith towards the cemetery for a rendezvous with Giles. In no time, Buffy and Faith are battling two newly-risen vampires while their Watcher observes.

After successfully vanquishing the vampires, a woman arrives on the scene. She criticizes Buffy and Faith’s performance, then identifies herself as Mrs. Gwendolyn Post — Faith’s new Watcher.

Upon returning to the library, Gwendolyn Post informs Giles, Buffy, and Faith that she has been sent by the Watchers’ Council to serve as Faith’s Watcher, as well as report back to the Council about the situation in Sunnydale with Giles and Buffy.

In addition, Gwendolyn has information regarding a demon named Lagos, who has come to Sunnydale in search of a deadly weapon called the Glove of Myhnegon.

It’s apparent from the start that Gwendolyn doesn’t have a great deal of respect for Giles’ abilities, as she mocks both his resources and his efficiency. After Faith leaves with her newly appointed Watcher, Buffy goes to the mansion for her own training session with Angel.

In the heat of the moment, they nearly kiss before Buffy pulls back at the last second. As she leaves, Buffy casually mentions Lagos’ name, which brings a look of concern to Angel’s face.

Back at the library, Giles’ frustration steadily grows due to his difficulty in finding any relevant information on Lagos. He vents that frustration on Xander, demanding that he either help with the research or leave.

Xander joins an exhausted Willow in the search through the books, and they settle down behind one of the stacks. One thing leads to another, and Willow is soon madly kissing Xander. Completely lost in their passion, neither of them realizes that Giles is merely a few feet away.

His voice breaks them out of their spell and brings them to their feet. Luckily, the librarian is too focused on the book in his hands to notice what Willow and Xander were doing.

Giles tells them that he discovered the possible location of the Glove of Myhnegon: inside the Von Hauptman family crypt in Restfield Cemetery. Xander immediately volunteers to go to the cemetery and check out the crypt.

Meanwhile, Buffy and Faith decide to call it a night and postpone the rest of their patrol through the numerous cemeteries of Sunnydale. While Buffy heads home to sleep, Faith passes through Shady Hill Cemetery, where she finds the demon Lagos rummaging through a tomb.

Faith engages the demon, but she quickly ends up on her back with the wind knocked out of her. She can only watch as Lagos gives up his search through the tomb and walks away. Finding the glove is the only thing on Lagos’ mind.

Over at Restfield Cemetery, Xander arrives at the Von Hauptman crypt just in time to see somebody walking out of the entrance. To his surprise, Xander recognizes the person as Angel, who is carrying a wrapped object in his hands.

Without being noticed, Xander follows Angel back to the Crawford Street mansion and witnesses yet another surprise through the window: Buffy, with her arms wrapped around Angel… kissing him.

After Xander leaves, Buffy and Angel break their kiss and regain control of themselves. Angel brings Buffy over to the object which he took from the crypt, then unwraps it to reveal the Glove of Myhnegon.

Angel stops Buffy from touching it, warning her that the glove cannot be removed once you put it on. At Giles’ apartment, Gwendolyn Post relaxes while Giles locates an illustration of the Glove of Myhnegon in one of his books.

As they take a tea break, Xander bursts in with an urgent announcement concerning Buffy for Giles’ ears only. Buffy enters the library the next morning with good news about the glove, only to find Giles and all of her friends sitting around the table with serious looks on their faces.

After she sits down, Giles tells her that her secret about Angel is officially out in the open. Buffy tries to defend her stance, emphasizing the fact that Angel is no longer the uncontrollable murderer that he became after his fateful “moment of happiness”.

However, her friends refuse to accept Buffy’s excuses, especially Xander. Fed up with his accusations, Buffy grabs Xander by the arm and questions his motives for wanting Angel dead. Giles stops the debate and sends everybody back to class before things get out of hand.

Buffy follows her Watcher into his office and reassures him that Angel got the glove before Lagos could find it. Giles, however, doesn’t want to hear any more of Buffy’s excuses. He reminds her of how Angel tortured him months ago.

Giles then acknowledges the fact that Buffy was wrong to keep Angel’s return a secret from her Watcher, and she has gravely disrespected him by doing so. Meanwhile, Gwendolyn pays a visit to Faith’s place.

While assuring Faith that her intentions are pure, Gwendolyn alludes to Giles’ secret meeting with Buffy and her friends. Faith is not pleased to be left out of that equation. Back at Sunnydale High, Buffy finds Willow at her locker and asks if everything’s all right between them.

Preoccupied with her own secret, Willow does not hesitate to pardon Buffy for keeping Angel’s return under wraps. Buffy then tells her friend that she plans to wait in front of the Von Hauptman crypt and kill Lagos when he arrives.

Later that night, Faith finds Xander at the Bronze, shooting pool by himself. Xander fills Faith in on the news that Angel’s back in town, the Glove of Myhnegon is in his possession, and Buffy has no problems with any of this.

Faith decides to kill Angel, and Xander is eager to tag along. As they head towards the library, Gwendolyn enters Giles’ office and finds out that the Glove of Myhnegon has been found and is currently in the mansion on Crawford Street.

Giles then surprises her with a spell he discovered that can destroy the glove. The spell creates a living flame, which can incinerate the Glove of Myhnegon.

After Giles turns around, Gwendolyn picks up a statue and bashes him in the head twice, sending him to the floor, unconscious and bleeding. At Restfield Cemetery, Willow is about to divulge her secret to Buffy about her new relationship with Xander when Lagos suddenly appears.

After a rough fight, Buffy grabs the axe from Lagos’ back and uses it to chop his head off. As they head back to the library, Faith and Xander arrive to collect a few weapons from the armory in the bookcage. On their way out, Xander hears a moan coming from Giles’ office.

He finds Giles on the floor, quickly losing a lot of blood. Faith believes Angel did this, but Xander points out the lack of bite marks. Faith doesn’t care about that detail, and she leaves for the mansion while Xander calls for an ambulance.

Aware of the method for destroying the glove, Angel completes the spell for the living flame. He then turns around to see that Gwendolyn Post has entered the room. She concocts a lie to convince Angel that the living flame can strengthen the glove if the spell was miscast.

As Angel turns his back to her, Gwendolyn picks up a shovel and strikes the back of the vampire’s head, knocking him to the floor. Meanwhile, Buffy and Willow arrive at the library, where paramedics are in the process of bringing Giles out to the ambulance.

Before he is taken away, Giles tells Buffy that she must destroy the glove with living flame. Xander tells Buffy that Faith is already on her way to the mansion, convinced that Angel needs to die.

Buffy tells Willow to find the spell for the living flame, then dashes towards the mansion, where Gwendolyn is trying to open the locked chest which contains the glove. Back at the library, Xander and Willow finish the preparations for the spell and head to the mansion.

Before Gwendolyn can open the chest, Angel hops to his feet, his face morphed to its vampire state. Gwendolyn breaks the shovel handle in half and tries to stake Angel, but he easily knocks the weapon away and throws Gwendolyn into the wall.

As he moves in to grab her, Faith arrives and sees her new Watcher about to be murdered by a vampire. Faith overwhelms Angel and is about to finish the job when Buffy arrives and stops the stake’s descent.

Buffy tries to convince Faith that Angel is not the enemy, but Gwendolyn urges her Slayer to do her job. Faith and Buffy begin to fight each other. Their battle takes them crashing through a window and into one of the outside courtyards.

Xander and Willow arrive in the midst of the fight. Xander tries to stop them, but Faith tosses him aside and continues the fight.

Using the Slayers’ distraction to her advantage, Gwendolyn opens the chest and pulls out the glove and knocks Willow to the floor with it, then puts on the Glove of Myhnegon, which latches itself to her arm.

As she raises the glove above her head and chants in Gaelic, thunder begins to rumble over the mansion. The loud thunder stops Buffy and Faith, and they turn their attention towards Gwendolyn.

As they watch on, Gwendolyn screams a command which causes lightning to strike the glove from the sky, then fly out from the glove towards its target. Buffy and Faith dodge the blast, but just barely.

As Willow gets up from the floor, Gwendolyn turns and fires a lightning bolt in her direction. Angel runs in and pushes Willow out of the way of the bolt.

Faith runs around the room to draw her fire away from Buffy, who picks up a shard of the broken window and throws it at Gwendolyn’s gloved arm. The glass cuts right through her arm, causing it to fall to the floor by Gwendolyn’s feet.

The dismemberment causes the glove to fire again, but since it is now beneath her, the lightning flies down from the sky and strikes Gwendolyn, burning her into oblivion.

The next morning, Oz, Willow, Xander, and Cordy talk in the lounge about Buffy and Angel, as well as destroying the Glove of Myhnegon with the living flame.

Xander concedes that having Angel around again will be fine as long as Buffy doesn’t repeat the same mistakes that led to the lifting of the curse. Buffy arrives and makes peace with Xander.

Giles then walks into the lounge and tells the group that Gwendolyn Post was kicked out by the Watchers’ Council a couple years ago.

After school, Buffy visits Faith’s place. She tells Faith to not worry about trusting her, but Faith still feels betrayed and is not in the mood for conversation. As Buffy turns to leave, Faith begins to tell her something, but decides to keep it to herself for now.

Shooting Scripts

Teaser

INT. BRONZE – NIGHT
DINGOES ATE MY BABY finish playing a ballad. Applause. The BAND MEMBERS all take their best
rock-star bows. All but OZ. He just unstraps his guitar, drops offstage, passes a gaggle of wide-eyed
GROUPIES and joins WILLOW at her table.
Willow, stuck between XANDER and CORDELIA, looks mighty happy to see him.

WILLOW

Oz! Hey. Have a seat. Except, we
don’t have any seats.

True. The place is packed. No chairs.

CORDELIA

Can I just say, I liked this place before

it got popular?
XANDER

You can, you have, and you will in
our future, I’m sure.
OZ

No problem, I’ll just scrunch.

Oz scoots in, pressing Willow to Xander. (Yikes!!) Willow pulls back; Xander mushes up close against
Cordelia.

CORDELIA

Xander – why are you giving me a

lap dance?
XANDER
What, I just like you.
WILLOW
(too fast)

And that’s very beautiful. I think it’s
great when two people like two people
and want to be close to them instead

of anyone else.
XANDER
Hear, hear.
OZ

Yeah, well put. Um, can I snag a sip?
WILLOW
Sure.

XANDER
You got it.

Willow and Xander both reach for Willow’s soda – and their hands TOUCH. Instant SPAZ-OUT. Willow
knocks over the glass. Xander whips his hand back so fast – CRASH! – it knocks over a passing
WAITRESS’S tray.

Mock applause from the room.

XANDER
(to crowd)

Thank you, we’re here through Saturday,

enjoy the veal.
CORDELIA
Why are you guys so hyper?
WILLOW

Hey, speaking of people and things
they do that are not like usual, anyone
notice Buffy acting sort of different?

XANDER

Let’s see… killing Zombies, torching
sewer monsters, freeing the enslaved
populace of a parallel dimension…
nope. She’s pretty much the same

old Buffster.
WILLOW

I just mean, she’s off by herself a lot
more. And she’s kind of distracted.

CORDELIA

Think maybe she’s got a new honey?

WILLOW

A boyfriend? Why wouldn’t she tell us?

CORDELIA

Excuse me. When your last steady
kills half the class, and then your
rebound guy sends you a dump-o-gram?

It makes a girl shy.
XANDER

But we’re the best of Buffy’s bestest
buds. She’d tell us.
BUFFY (O.S.)
Tell you what?

They all look up to see BUFFY standing there. Looking on expectantly. Small pause. Willow fills the
gap:

WILLOW

About your new boyfriend. Who we
made up. Unless we didn’t.

BUFFY

This was a topic of discussion?

OZ

Raised, never discussed.
CORDELIA

So? Are you with somebody or not?

All eyes turn to Buffy. Buffy smiles to herself.
BUFFY

Well, I wouldn’t use the word “dating,”

but I am… going out with somebody.

Tonight.
WILLOW
(excited)
Really? Who?
FAITH strides up to the table. Grunts hello to the group.
FAITH
Yo, what’s up.
(to Buffy)
Time to motorvate.

Buffy puts her arm around Faith.

BUFFY

Really, we’re just good friends.

EXT. GRAVEYARD – NIGHT
Buffy and Faith are in mid-fight, as they both get TACKLED by TWO big, nasty-leather VAMPIRES.
ANGLE ON: Giles, standing on the sidelines, watching anxiously. We see what he sees: two separate
and distinct fighting styles in action.
Buffy uses her attacker’s momentum against him, rolls, comes up on top. Faith just shoves her vamp
off her. The two slayer/vampire opponents square off.

Buffy lets her vamp make the first move. He lunges. She ducks under him and comes up with a well-
practiced combination of roundhouse kicks. Draws her stake…

Faith takes the fight to her guy, barraging him with a series of crude, hard shots to the head. Draws
her stake…
Giles watches as the two slayers stake the two vamps at the exact same moment. DOUBLE DUST.
Buffy turns to Giles.

BUFFY
Synchronized slaying.
FAITH
New Olympic category.
BUFFY
What do you think?
MRS. POST (O.S.)
Sloppy.

Huh? Buffy, Faith and Giles turn to see MRS. GWENDOLYN POST emerge from the darkness. Mrs. Post
is a prim, tidy, and not unattractive Englishwoman in her mid-thirties. She clicks off her stopwatch
and briskly critiques:

MRS. POST
(to Faith)
You telegraph punches,
(to Buffy)

leave blind sides open and, for a
school night slaying, you both take
entirely too much time. Which one

of you is Faith?
FAITH

Depends. Who the hell are you?

MRS. POST

Gwendolyn Post. Mrs. Your new

watcher.

Off their reactions:

BLACK OUT

END OF TEASER
Act One

INT. LIBRARY – NIGHT
Emergency meeting in the library. Giles looks on anxiously as Mrs. Post rummages through his prized
book collection, less than impressed. Buffy and Faith sit together.

FAITH

I’m telling you, I don’t need a new
watcher! No offense, lady, I just have
this problem with authority figures.
They end up kinda dead.
MRS. POST

Duly noted, and fortunately, it’s not

up to you.
(to Giles)

Mr. Giles – where do you keep the
rest of your books?
GILES
I’m sorry, the… rest?
MRS. POST
Yes, the actual library.
(beat)
Oh. I see.
GILES

I assure you, Mrs. Post, this is the
finest occult reference collection…

MRS. POST

…this side of the Atlantic, I’m sure.
Do you have Hume’s Paranormal
Encyclopedia?
(Giles doesn’t)
The Labyrinth maps of Malta?

(nope)

I suppose you have Sir Robert
Kane’s Twilight Compendium?

GILES
Yes, I, I do have that.
MRS. POST
(condescendingly
disdainful)

Yes, of course you do. I’ve been sent
by the council for a very important
reason. Faith needs a watcher. I am
to act in that capacity, and report back.

FAITH

Excuse me, Mary Poppins, you’re

not listening…
GILES

Now, Faith, if the council feels you
need closer observations, well of
course we’ll all cooperate –
MRS. POST
(to Giles)

The council wishes me to report
on the entire situation here.
Including you.
BUFFY

Ooh, academic probation’s not so
funny today, is it Giles?
MRS. POST

The fact is, there is talk in the council
that you’ve become a bit too… American.

GILES
Me?
BUFFY
Him?
MRS. POST

Operations here seem somewhat
haphazard. Sloppy. Faith. Sit
up straight and pay attention.

Faith, surprised, does exactly as she’s told. Giles urgently motions for Buffy to do the same, but she
just throws him a look.

MRS. POST

A demon named Lagos is coming
here, to the Hellmouth. Mr. Giles,
an illustration of Lagos, if you please.

Giles scrambles through his materials, looking…
MRS. POST
Perhaps later. Lagos seeks the
Glove of Myhnegon. No record of
this glove’s full power exists. We do
know it is highly dangerous, and
cannot fall in the hands of a demon.
Lagos must be stopped.
GILES
What do you propose?
MRS. POST
(witheringly)

If it’s not too radical a suggestion, I
thought we might kill him. I suggest
two slayers at full strength for a
coordinated hunt. We believe the
glove to be buried in a tomb
somewhere, so Lagos will be headed

for the cemetery.
GILES

Well, there is more than one in Sunnydale.

MRS. POST
I see. How many?
GILES
Twelve. Within city limits.
MRS. POST

Ah. Well, we shall have to take them
one at a time. Anything in your books
that might pinpoint the exact location
of the tomb would be useful but then,
we cannot ask for miracles. We’ll
begin tomorrow at sunset. Faith!
With me, please.

She exits, Faith trailing along.

GILES
Well. That was bracing.
BUFFY

She’s an interesting lady. Can we

kill her?
GILES

I think the council would tend to frown
on that. Well. What do you say to
some training?

INT. MANSION – SUNSET (DAY TWO)
Buffy is practicing Tai Chi together with Angel. Angel’s showing her how to move. She imitates his
motions, mirroring him. Both lightly sweating. Together they flow like water.
He touches her arm, positioning her. He lets his hand slide down her arm, and she slips her fingers
between his. He gently pulls her toward him. Whispers.
ANGEL
Buffy.
BUFFY
Angel…

Getting closer. Bare arms wrap around wet torsos. Buffy and Angel are now body to body, face to
face. Their lips closing in on each other.
Buffy pulls back. Angel lets her. Moment over. Buffy busies herself packing a Slayer-Night bag of
weapons, talking to distract herself.

BUFFY

I gotta go. Big night for us slayer-types.
People to see, demons to kill, you know
the drill. Better hurry before somebody
figures out what we’re doing.

Buffy hauls the bag over her shoulder, starts to head out, but Angel stops her in her tracks with:

ANGEL
What are we doing?

Buffy puts the bag down.

BUFFY

Training. And almost kissing. I’m
sorry. It’s just… old habit. Bad habit.
Habit to be broken.

ANGEL
It’s hard.
BUFFY

It’s not that hard. Cold turkey. That’s
the key to quitting.
They look into each other’s eyes for a long moment.
BUFFY

Do you think they have a patch for this?

ANGEL
You have to go.
BUFFY
I really do.

Buffy picks up her bag, heads for the door.

BUFFY

I’m gonna vent a little hormonal angst
by going out there and killing a
Lagos, whatever that is.

The name catches Angel’s attention.

ANGEL
Lagos?
BUFFY

Yeah, he’s some kind of Demon looking
for an all-powerful thingimibob and
I’ve got to stop him before unholy
havoc’s unleashed and it’s another
Tuesday night in Sunnydale.

She reaches the door. Stops. Can see Angel’s thinking. Tries to read his expression, but can’t.

ANGEL
Be careful.

Beat. Buffy approaches Angel, to kiss him goodbye. Stops herself. Not happy. Just leaves.
Angel stands there a moment, then crosses the Mansion, grabs his coat and throws it on as he too
heads out the door.

GILES (V.O.)
This is intolerable.

INT. LIBRARY – NIGHT
Giles reviews some books Willow and Xander have outlined for him. Tosses them aside.

GILES

There’s not a word here about Lagos
or the Glove. We don’t have time
for this near-missing. Find all you
can about the demon: His strengths,
weaknesses, place of origin, and
most importantly, how he plans to
use that glove.
XANDER

Hey, you’re not the Watcher of me.

GILES

Then go home. But if you choose to

stay, work.
Giles turns and leaves them behind the stacks.
WILLOW

Ugh. It’s late, I’m tired… what does
he want from us, anyway?
XANDER

The number of a qualified surgeon who
can remove the British flag up his butt.

WILLOW

My eyes are so blurry, everything
looks like a Fred Astaire movie.

Willow rubs her eyes. Xander stops studying. Watches. Can’t help it; he gently replaces Willow’s
fingertips with his own, gently massaging her closed eyes.
WILLOW
Mmm.
Willow lets herself enjoy the sensation, then manages:
WILLOW
Stop.
Xander withdraws his hands. Willow opens her eyes.
XANDER

Right. Stop means no and no means

no, so, stop.

They both go back to studying. Beat. Willow lunges forward and kisses Xander full on the lips. Beat.
He kisses her back. It gets passionate fast. The heat’s still rising when – CLAP! A book falls into frame
before them. Willow and Xander leap three feet apart. We see their P.O.V.:
Giles is standing directly before them. They freeze. Long beat. Did he see them? Or not? No way of
telling…

GILES

Willow. Xander. You may stop your…
studying, I have what I need.

XANDER
(changing subject)
W-What’ve you got?
GILES

A likely location of the Glove of
Myhnegon. Housed here, in the Von
Hauptman family crypt.
XANDER

The big one in the Restfield cemetery.

I know it well.
WILLOW

That’s great, Giles. How’d you find it?

GILES
(icy)
I looked.

XANDER
Where’s Buffy at?
GILES
I’m not sure.
XANDER

Well I could stake out this crypt, give
her a heads up if she shows…

GILES
Yes, by all means go.

Xander shares an embarrassed glance with Willow, slides by Giles without making eye contact, and
runs out the library.

WILLOW

I can keep studying. I think we’re right
on the verge of a real Lagos breakthrough.

GILES
No, I think we’re done.
Giles leaves the stacks, looking at his book. Off Willow’s unhappy look:
EXT. STREET – NIGHT
Buffy and Faith are headed to the next cemetery, in mid conversation.

FAITH

Ronnie. Deadbeat. Steve. Klepto.
Kenny. DRUMMER. Eventually I
had to face up to my destiny as a loser
magnet. Now it’s strictly get some
and get gone. You can’t trust guys.

BUFFY

You can trust some guys. Really.
I’ve read about them.
FAITH
So. What about you?
BUFFY

Like, me and boys me? Not much to

tell, these days.
FAITH

Yeah, but you’ve gotta have stories.
I mean, I had my share of losers, but
you boinked the undead. So? What

was it like?
BUFFY

Life with Angel’s complicated. Was.
It’s… a little hard to talk about.

FAITH
Try.
BUFFY

All the Angel issues, they’re still kind
of with me, so… you know?

Faith’s hurt by the slight shrug-off, but hides it.

FAITH

Sure, whatever. You know what?
We’re 0 for 6 tonight. Let’s blow

this off.
BUFFY

I am kind of beat… but Shady Hill
is pretty close.
FAITH

I’ll swing through it, it’s on my way

anyway.
BUFFY
Alone? I don’t want –
FAITH

I got Miss Priss on my back now, I
don’t need another baby sitter. I’ll
holler if I’m having any fun.

BUFFY
Okay…
FAITH
Later.

Faith takes off. After a moment, Buffy goes in a different direction.
EXT. GRAVEYARD – NIGHT
Faith goes crunching through the graveyard alone, kicking leaves. She stops. Hears the sound of a
massive stone scraping against massive stone. Hollow and empty. Then all of a sudden – WHAM!
The lid of a stone tomb comes flying into frame, landing at Faith’s feet.
She looks up.
Faith’s P.O.V.: The DEMON LAGOS is here. He’s a seven foot Wall of a creature. Decked out in ancient
battle gear, complete with a BATTLE AXE strapped across his back. He’s ripping through a tomb,
searching for something like a dog digging for a bone. Scatters the tomb’s contents over his shoulder.
Faith grins.

FAITH

Son of a bitch… My lucky night.

Faith attacks Lagos with a flying kick that would cripple a human. Lagos barely feels it. He turns, a
ltitle confused. Definitely not in trouble. Faith slugs him three times hard with a left-right-hook
combination. The punches could knock out a heavyweight. Lagos barely feels them.
Lagos SWATS Faith backhand. She goes flying. Smacks the back of her head hard on a tombstones.
That hurt. Faith leaps to her feet, rushes Lagos – and he greets her with a massive fist to the gut,
lifting her off her feet. One more blow and Faith goes down.
Faith looks up, unable to catch her breath. But Lagos isn’t after her – he’s forgotten her already. He
finishes ransacking the tomb. Empties it. Bellows in frustration. Lumbers off through the graveyard,
still looking for the Glove off Myhnegon.
Faith gets to her feet. Painfully stands upright. Spits, watching Lagos get away.
EXT. GRAVEYARD (ANOTHER LOCATION) – NIGHT
Xander crosses the graveyard alone, stealing nervous glances over his shoulder as he goes. It’s no
fun being out here.

XANDER

Hey Giles – here’s a nifty idea. Why
don’t I alleviate my guilt by going out
and getting myself really, really killed?
He sees the tomb. Heads for it, when he notices the door is open.
Xander scoots back out of the way, out of sight, hidden behind a tree trunk. Sounds come from inside
the tomb. Xander cautiously peers around the corner – and FREEZES.
XANDER SEES ANGEL. Alive. Holy shit.
Angel comes out of the tomb, carrying a filthy bundle. Xander can’t breathe. Closes his eyes tight.
Angel, unaware he’s being watched, heads off to the Mansion.
Xander waits to make sure Angel’s out of sight. He takes three deep breaths, pulls himself together,
and FOLLOWS.
We track with Xander as, crossing the graveyard, he reaches into his jacket and pulls out a STAKE.
EXT. MANSION – NGIHT
Xander sneaks to the window, looks inside. We see what he sees:
INT. MANSION – NIGHT
Xander’s P.O.V., through the dirty glass, we can see Buffy and Angel, wrapped in one another’s arms,
KISSING with full and tender passion.

BLACK OUT

END OF ACT ONE
Act Two

INT. MANSION – NIGHT
Big fat CLOSE-UP of Buffy and Angel KISSING. Really enjoying themselves, both knowing they
shouldn’t. pulling every bit of sensual pleasure they can out of each other. Finally, slowly, they pull
apart. Look each other deep in the eyes.

BUFFY
Oh, God…
ANGEL
Buffy…
BUFFY

What am I doing? What are YOU doing?

ANGEL
I don’t know…
BUFFY

Shame on you! Oh, God. I… I don’t
even know why I came back here.

ANGEL
It’s good you did.

Angel reaches out to Buffy. She flinches. Then realizes he’s reaching for her hand. A little confused,
she gives it to him. He leads her across the Mansion floor, to the bundle he stole from the tomb.

ANGEL

I think I have what you’re looking for.

BUFFY

Great. Just, wherever this was
giftwrapped? Remind me not to shop

there.

Angel unwraps the bundle, raising up a small cloud of dust. The dust settles, revealing THE GLOVE
OF MYHNEGON: a huge, four-fingered, chain-mail and spiked glove.

ANGEL
The Glove of Myhnegon.
BUFFY

The world’s ugliest fashion
accessory.

Buffy reaches out to touch the glove. Angel sharply pulls her back away.

ANGEL

Don’t. Once it’s put on, the glove can
never be removed.
BUFFY

So, no touching. Kind of like us.

Angel removes his hand from Buffy’s arm.

BUFFY
Sorry. Cheap shot, I know.
(sighs)

But at least the glove’s safe. You hold
onto it, I’ll tell Giles in the morning.
(a yearning beat)
At least he’ll be happy.

INT. GILES’ APARTMENT – NIGHT
Giles’ eyes are as wide as a twelve year-old boy reading Playboy. He’s looking at volume III of Tobin’s
Spirit Guide. He places the book for Mrs. Post to see, spreading the pages.

GILES

There! The wood engraving, see?
The Glove of Myhnegon.
Mrs. Post, keeping her distance, looks down on the picture.
MRS. POST

Yes, engraved by Father Theodore
of Wolsham, based I believe on
very sketchy and unreliable folk
legends. The pictures are fun to
look at, Mr. Giles, but one ought
to read the nice words as well.

GILES
Ah, yes… Well.
(at a loss)
Some tea, perhaps?

Mrs. Post smiles at his discomfort and nods. Giles goes to the kitchen cupboard.

MRS. POST

I know you must find me tiresome –
but it’s insidious, really. A person
slips up on the little things…

Giles has returned with tea makings – including a BOX OF TEA BAGS. Mrs. Post takes it from the tray

  • looks at Giles pointedly.

MRS. POST

And soon everything’s gone to hell
in a handbasket.

She puts the box of tea bags back on the tray. Reaches into her own handbag and unearths a tin of
LOOSE TEA. Speaks as she fixes a tea ball.

MRS. POST

For example, Buffy, your slayer –

GILES
(offended)
Is nowhere near either hell or
a handbasket, thank you.
MRS. POST

Not yet. But the signs are daunting.
Finding the Glove of Myhnegon is
of the utmost urgency. Yet – Buffy’s
attitude toward it is most casual. And
your ability to influence her seems – negligible.

(then)

I can see why the council of watchers

is concerned.
GILES
(fuming now)

Mrs. Post. I assure you – Buffy is both
dedicated and industrious. And I am
in complete control of my slayer –
Boom! Xander bursts in the door, breathless. He blurts out:
XANDER

Giles. We have a big problem.

It’s Buffy.

Awkward Beat. Giles whisks Xander aside, motions for him to lower his voice. Xander whispers
intensely.
Giles’ face grows grimmer by the sentence.
Mrs. Post, not looking over, sips her tea.

MRS. POST

Would you like some assistance?

GILES

(smiles through gritted teeth)
Thank you, that won’t be necessary.

OMITTED
INT. LIBRARY – DAY
Buffy moves into the library, all smiles. Stops dead when she sees Giles, Xander, Willow, Cordelia &
Oz – waiting for her, their expressions grave.
BUFFY

Hey, enough with the tragedy masks.
Lagos is outta luck – I found the magic

mitten thingy!

Nothing. They just look at her.

GILES

You’d better have a seat, Buffy.

Now Buffy’s getting scared. What’s the big? She sits.
BUFFY
What? Is somebody hurt?
XANDER
(cool)

Not yet. But it’s only a matter of time.

GILES

We know Angel is alive, Buffy. Xander
saw you with him.

Buffy closes her eyes. Busted.

GILES

It appears that you’ve been hiding him.
And that you lied to us –
WILLOW
(cutting him off)
Nobody’s here to blame you, Buffy.
We all do things we’re not proud of –
but this is serious. You need help.

BUFFY

It’s… It’s not what you think.
XANDER

Hope not – because I think you’re
harboring a vicious killer –
WILLOW
(to Xander/hard)

Hey. This isn’t about attacking Buffy.
Remember – “I” statements only?
“I feel angry.” “I feel worried…”

CORDELIA

Fine. Here’s one. I feel worried –
about me! Last time around, Angel
barely laid a hand on Buffy – he
was way more interested in
killing her friends –
BUFFY

But he’s better now. Willow cured
him and – somehow – he came back.

XANDER

Better for how long, Buffy? Have
you even thought about that?

BUFFY

What is this? Demons Anonymous?
I mean, I don’t need an intervention

here –
GILES

Don’t you? To hide this – to take into
your own hands…

BUFFY

I was going to tell you! But I didn’t
know why he was back or anything.
I wanted to wait –
XANDER

For what? For Angel to go psycho
again the next time you give him a

happy?
BUFFY

I’m not going to – We’re not together

like that!
OZ

But you were kissing him.

Buffy’s nailed by this factoid – but she can’t deal. There’s silence before she says to Xander, with
forced calm:

BUFFY

You were spying on me? What gives

you the right?
CORDELIA

What gives you the right to suck face
with your demon lover again?

BUFFY
It – it was an accident!
XANDER

What? You tripped and fell on his lips?

BUFFY

It was wrong. It can’t happen again.
But I – I’d never put you guys in danger.
If I thought Angel was going to hurt anyone –

XANDER

You’d stop him. Like you did last time
with Ms. Calendar.

This hits Buffy hard. She’s at a loss.

WILLOW

Buffy – when it comes to Angel –
you can’t see straight. That’s why
we’re all going to help you face this.

BUFFY

But – he’s good again. I swear. He
even found the Glove of Myhnegon
for us. It’s at the mansion.

Xander stands – he’s had enough.

XANDER

Right. Good plan. Leave tons of
firepower with the scary guy.
(to Buffy/pointed)
And leave us to clean up the mess.

Xander moves toward the weapons cabinet. Buffy grabs him hard by the arm. Stops him.

BUFFY

You’d love an excuse to hurt him,

wouldn’t you?
Xander yanks his arm away. Backs off from her, appalled.
XANDER

I don’t need an “excuse.” I think
“lots of dead people” actually constitutes

a reason.
BUFFY

Right, this is all nobility, you’re not
jealous or anything –
CORDELIA

Hello? Miss not-over-yourself-yet?

BUFFY
Don’t start with me –
WILLOW

Giles, no one’s doing the “I” statements!

GILES
(standing)

That’s enough! Everybody. Buffy’s
heard our concerns. And her actions,
while ill-advised, were understandable…
and the question of Angel… It can’t
be solved while tempers run this hot.

A beat. Everybody stares at their shoes.

GILES

Our priority right now is retrieving the
Glove of Myhnegon from the mansion
and finding a way to destroy it. Now –
all of you – back to your classes.
They all file out. Giles heads into his office, Buffy following.
INT. GILES’ OFFICE – DAY

BUFFY

Thanks for the bail. I know this is a
lot to absorb, but Angel did find the
glove. That’s good, right? Angel did

a good…

Giles turns, his face a hardened mask.

GILES
Be quiet.

The words are a cold slap in the face.

GILES

I won’t remind you that the fate of
the world often rests with the Slayer.
What would be the point? Nor shall
I remind you that you have jeopardized
the lives of everyone you know by
housing a known murderer. But sadly
I must remind you that Angel tortured me.
For hours. For pleasure. You should

have told me he was alive. You didn’t.
You have no respect for me, or the job

I perform.

Lecture over.

BUFFY
Giles…
Giles waits. Buffy has nothing to say. She walks out, gutted.
INT. FAITH’S MOTEL ROOM – DAY
Faith sits in front of the TV, carving stakes. There’s a knock at the door. Faith BOLTS from her chair –
assumes a battle stance, fresh stake at the ready.
FAITH
It’s open.
Mrs. Post enters. Sees Faith – doesn’t bat an eye.
MRS. POST

A word of advice? Vampires rarely
knock. Especially in daylight.

She moves inside – takes the place in.

MRS. POST
So… this is your home.
FAITH

Yeah. The decorator just left. Cost
me a pretty penny – but a motif like
this don’t come cheap.
MRS. POST
Faith. Do you know who the
Spartans were?
FAITH

Wild stab. Buncha guys from Spart?

MRS. POST

They were the fiercest warriors known
to ancient Greece. And they lived in
quarters very much like these. You

know why?

Faith doesn’t answer. But she’s listening.

MRS. POST

Because a true fighter needs nothing else.

Mrs. Post picks up one of Faith’s home-made stakes, examines it with tacit approval.

MRS. POST

I’m going to be very hard on you,
Faith. I will not brook insolence, or
laziness. I won’t allow blunders like
last night’s attack. You will probably
hate me a great deal of the time.

FAITH
Ya think?

MRS. POST

But I will make you a better slayer,
and that will keep you alive. You
have to trust that I’m right. God
only knows what Mr. Giles has
been filling your head with.

FAITH
Giles is okay.
MRS. POST

His methods are unfathomable to
me. I find him entirely confounding…
(catches herself in reverie)
But that’s not important. Let him
have his games and secret meetings –

FAITH
What meeting?
MRS. POST

I don’t know. Something between
Buffy and her friends.
FAITH

I guess that doesn’t include me.

MRS. POST

And why does he let her socialize
so much, it hardly seems… No
matter. Do you feel like doing
some training?
FAITH

Training, as in punching and kicking

and stabbing?
MRS. POST
That’s the idea.
FAITH
I’m your girl.

INT. SCHOOL HALLWAY – DAY
The nicest sound in the world – the end of school BELL. Students pour out of classes, liberated for the
day. Willow walks to her locker, flips the combination, opens. She stuffs a seemingly never-ended
supply of books (both school books and rare occult texts) into her bookbag.
Buffy approaches, tentative.

BUFFY
Hey.
WILLOW
Hey!
BUFFY

So, on a scale of one to a million, how
much are you hating me right now?

WILLOW

Zero. Negative digits. Not even peeved.

BUFFY

Okay. Mother Theresa? Could you

stop possessing the body of Willow
now. I need to talk to Willow.

WILLOW

It’s me. I just think, you were scared,
you kept a secret. That’s okay. Secrets
aren’t bad. They’re normal. Better
than normal. Secrets are good! Must
be a reason we keep them, right?

BUFFY
(a little confused)
I guess…
WILLOW

So, you going to the Bronze tonight?
Or are you slipping away for a
not-so-secret rendezvous with Angel?

BUFFY

None of the above. I want to kill this
Lagos guy. Peace offering to Giles.

WILLOW

Well, Angel has the glove now, right?

BUFFY

Yeah. But Lagos doesn’t know that.
Sooner or later he’s bound to turn up
at that crypt looking for it.
WILLOW

And instead he finds Buffy in a bad mood.

BUFFY

We are the great strategists of our day.

INT. BRONZE – NIGHT
Crack! A rack of pool balls scatter. Xander’s shooting.
FAITH
You look pissed.

Xander looks up to see Faith, holding a pool cue.
XANDER
Rough day.
FAITH
Tell me about it.
XANDER
Rather just shoot.
FAITH

Don’t think I don’t know what you and
your pals were talking about behind my

back today.
XANDER
Yeah? And what was that?

FAITH

More about this glove deal than
you’re saying.

XANDER

The Glove of Myhnegon? Right.
How’d you like a hit of some real news:

(beat)
Angel’s still alive.

Faith FREEZES. Her eyes turn to deadly slits. She grips her pool cue white-knuckle tight. Listens.
Xander punctuates his sentences with crisp shots.
FAITH
The vampire.
XANDER

Back in town. Saw him myself. Toting
the famous and popular glove.

FAITH

Angel. Guy like that, with that kind of
glove… could kill a whole mess of people.

XANDER

Said the same thing to Buffy myself.
Weird how she didn’t seem to care.

FAITH

Buffy knew he was alive. I can’t

believe her.
XANDER
She says he’s clean.
FAITH

And I say we can’t afford to find out.
I say I deal with this problem right now.

I say I slay.

Xander cracks off one last shot.

XANDER
Can I come?

INT. GILES’ OFFICE – NIGHT
Giles arranges his books before him, nervously readying his little occult presentation. Mrs. Post
enters. Her late night look is not as severe. Glasses off and hair down – she’s softer. But her manner
is hardly coy. She’s still in charge.

MRS. POST
You wanted to see me,
Mr. Giles?
GILES

Yes. I’m sorry about asking you here

at this hour.
MRS. POST

Please. A good watcher is awake and

alert at all hours.
GILES
(sensing tiredness)
Would you like some tea?
MRS. POST
(dropping the stiff act)

God, yes, please. I’m completely

fagged out.

As he starts to prepare some tea –

MRS. POST

I spent the afternoon training with
Faith. She doesn’t lack for energy.

GILES

She’s your first slayer, I take it?

MRS. POST

If you’re questioning my qualifications –

GILES
(softly)

I’m not. I have complete respect
for your methods, in my own,
American way.

She smiles a bit, taking the dig.

GILES
I also have the glove.
(off her look)

It’s not on me, but I believe it’s safe
for now. There’s a mansion on
Crawford Street, a… friend of
Buffy’s is keeping it there.

Mrs. Post takes this in, stunned. This is big.

MRS. POST

We have to get to it. Immediately.
Hide it before someone else finds it.

GILES
Or better still. Destroy it.

With this, Giles turns an illustrated Latin text toward Post so she can read it.

MRS. POST
Destroy it?
Pleased, Giles continues – responds to her surprise.
GILES

I know. I didn’t realize it could
be done either. It requires transforming
fire into Living Flame and burning
the glove… It’s complex, but I believe
I have all the necessary materials. We
can drive over there now and be done

with it.
MRS. POST
(overwhelmed)
I must say, Mr. Giles – good show.

Giles takes this in – a small but real victory. He starts collecting his things when: WHAM! Mrs. Post
brings a heavy statue CRASHING DOWN on his head.
Giles takes the blow and somehow remains standing – a look of terrible confusion on his face.
GILES’ POV

As Mrs. Post rears back, lifting the statue again –
MRS. POST
Good show indeed.
And the statue comes CRASHING DOWN towards him.

BLACK OUT

END OF ACT TWO
Act Three

EXT. GRAVEYARD – NIGHT
Buffy and Willow hang out on the tomb steps, waiting for Lagos. Buffy paces. Willow, sitting, looks
around nervously.

WILLOW

Um, not to downplay my own slaying
abilities, which in some circles are
considered formidable, but… shouldn’t

Faith be here?
BUFFY
(shrugs)

Tried calling, no one home. But if
you’re feeling any Demon-o-phobia,
please. Splitting’s totally an option.
You’re not the one in trouble with Giles.

WILLOW
(not true)
That’s true.
BUFFY

How long you think he can stay mad,

anyway?
WILLOW

The emotional Marathon Man?

Willow shrugs, “who knows.” Buffy nods.

BUFFY

Guess I can’t really blame him. But
you know – it’s weird. Now that my
secret is out with Angel, I feel… better.

WILLOW

Well sure you do. You’ve just had this
big burden lifted. Keeping secrets is

a lot of work.
(beat)

One could hypothetically imagine.

BUFFY
You have no idea.
WILLOW

None whatsoever! But, can I ask you
something? When you were with Angel,
and nobody knew about it, did that make
things feel, you know… sexier, somehow?

BUFFY

Like, the forbidden fruit’s sweeter
kind of deal? Not really. Too much
pressure. After awhile, it even makes
the fun parts… not so fun.
WILLOW
Huh.
BUFFY

What makes you think all the secret
stuff is sexy, anyway?
WILLOW

No reason. Just wondering. Gotta keep
asking the big ol’ questions when you’re
blessed with this girl’s thirst for
knowledge and okay I admit it there’s
something I have to tell you.

BUFFY
What?

Buffy watches Willow struggle with herself.

WILLOW

Okay. This’ll make me feel better, right?

(big breath)

I’ve always thought of myself as a good
person. Floss, do my homework, never
cheat. But lately, and please don’t
judge me, but… I just want you to be
the first to know that, that… there’s
a demon behind you.

Not what Buffy expected. She spins just in time to see big, pissed-off LAGOS – RUSHING HER, arms
spread like an NFL linebacker, appetite for destruction.
Buffy nimbly leap-frogs over Lagos’s rush. Turns to Willow.
BUFFY
We’ll pick up in a minute.

Buffy stands between Lagos and the tomb entrance, ready to rock. Lagos lumbers forward. Buffy
tries taking him on, Faith-style. Slugs him hard. Again. Again. He just keeps coming. Swings. Buffy
barely ducks under his punch in time – it SHATTERS a stone crucifix.

BUFFY

Okay. A plan “B” would be nice.

Lagos throws a roundhouse right. He’s strong but slow. Buffy ducks under his huge swinging fist,
takes advantage of her speed, gets around behind Lagos and rips the ancient battle axe off his back.

BUFFY
Now we’re talking.

Lagos throws another punch. Buffy ducks under it and comes up swinging… with the axe. No one’s
more surprised than Lagos when Buffy CUTS HIS HEAD OFF.
ANGLE ON: Lagos’s head and body fall to the ground, not especially near each other.
Beat. Willow joins Buffy.

BUFFY

So what were you going to tell me?

WILLOW

Oh. I, um, opened my S.A.T. test
booklet five minutes early. Doesn’t
seem that important now, does it?

Buffy smiles.

BUFFY

My lips are sealed. Come on.

She slings the axe over her shoulder.

BUFFY

Let’s go bring Giles some happiness.

INT. LIBRARY – NIGHT
Boom! The library doors slam open. Xander and Faith stride in, stepping in synch.

XANDER

Good old Sunnydale Library. Comes
fully equipped with reference books,

file cards…

He pushes open the cage doors. Camera tracks in with him, revealing the ARMORY.

XANDER
…and weapons.
FAITH
Beauty.
XANDER
I call crossbow.
FAITH
You got it.

Xander, a little excited despite himself, pulls the crossbow off the wall, checks its sightlines. Faith
takes a couple of stakes and a mean looking scimitar.
XANDER
All right. Ready to go?
FAITH
That I am.

They head out together when we hear a MOAN come from within the library. Xander stops.

XANDER
Wait.
FAITH
What?

We hear the moan again, louder. Xander runs around the counter, looks down to see:

XANDER
Oh my God. Giles!

ANGLE ON: Giles, on the floor, badly wounded. Xander pulls a phone by its cord to him while cradling
Giles’ head.

XANDER

Giles – can you hear me? What happened?

FAITH
Gee, let me guess.
XANDER
(dialing 911)
Hold it – stop – think a minute.

FAITH

Yeah, I’m thinking. Thinking Buffy’s
ex-meat did this.
XANDER
This isn’t Angel’s style.
FAITH

The guy’s a demon! How much more
proof do you need?
XANDER
Bite marks would be nice…
(into phone)
I have a medical emergency.
Sunnydale High.
FAITH
Screw this waiting crap.
XANDER

Faith – we don’t help, Giles could die!

FAITH

Yeah – and he’s gonna have a whole
lot of company, unless I do something

permanent.

Faith storms out of the library.

XANDER
Wait!
FAITH

For what? You to grow a pair? You
handle the baby-sit. I’m going to

kill Angel.

Boom – she’s out the doors, loaded with weapons. Xander wants to stop her, but has to stay with
Giles.

XANDER
Damn it!

INT. MANSION – NIGHT
Angel, alone in the Mansion, stands before a BLACK IRON CHALICE the height of a floorlamp. It is
placed in the center of the room (midway between the double doors and the fireplace). A small fire
burns within the bowl. His back to the fireplace, Angel performs the process Giles described: turning
ordinary fire to Living Flame. Holding up a handful of gritty, purple-ish powder over the fire, he
sprinkles it over the flames.

ANGEL
(in Latin)

Exorere, Flamma Vitae. Prodi
ex loco tuo elementorum, in
hunc mundum vivorum.

ANGEL
(English Translation)
Arise, Flame of Life. Come
forth from your place of the
elements, into this world of
the living.

The third time he chants this – WHOOSH! – The fire becomes LIVING FLAME. Colored fire rises,
bathing the walls in eerie light.
INT. LIBRARY – NIGHT
Buffy and Willow enter the library, Buffy saying:
BUFFY

Giles HAS to be psyched that we
showed up stuffy old Mrs. Post –

Buffy freezes.

BUFFY
Oh, God.

We see what she sees: Giles, lying barely conscious on a stretcher, surrounded by a team of
paramedics. One checks his pulse, another bandages his head while the team leader barks orders
into her walkie-talkie.

PARAMEDIC
Sunnydale Medical we’ve got a
Caucasian male, mid-forties,
blunt object head trauma. Prep
E.R., we’re bringing him in.
(to group)
Lifting.

The paramedics lift the stretcher’s metal support stand. It locks into place. They wheel him out.
Buffy’s in the way.

BUFFY
What happened?
PARAMEDIC
No time for this.
GILES
Wait!

Giles stops the stretcher’s momentum by grabbing Buffy’s arm with his last remaining strength.
Fighting to stay conscious, he tells her:

GILES

The Glove… of Myhnegon.
Must destroy…
PARAMEDIC
(to Buffy)

You want him to live? Get out
of the way.
GILES
(to Buffy)
Use… Living Flame.
PARAMEDIC
Move!

Buffy does. The paramedics wheel Giles out the library doors. Gone. Buffy whirls on Xander.

BUFFY
What happened?
XANDER

Your boyfriend’s not as “cured”
as you thought.
BUFFY

What makes you think Angel did this?

XANDER
We saw what you saw.
BUFFY
So you just assume…
XANDER
I didn’t. Faith did.

This sinks in with Buffy and Willow.

BUFFY
What did you tell her?
XANDER

Only what everyone knows. She’s a
big girl. Came to her own conclusions.

Buffy sees the crossbow in Xander’s hands. Gets it.
BUFFY

How much of a head start’s she got?

XANDER
Ten minutes.
BUFFY
Why’s she doing this?
XANDER

Because she’s a Vampire Slayer.

Buffy glares at Xander in disbelief. Xander stares right back, not flinching, not giving an inch.

BUFFY
She’s not killing Angel.
(to Willow)

Check Giles’ research, find a way to
destroy the glove. I’m going to stop Faith.

Buffy turns and does not run, but strides purposefully out.
Xander turns to Willow.

WILLOW
Shut up and help me.

She rips open a book and shoves it into his arms.
INT. MANSION – NIGHT
The Living Flame roars in its chalice bowl, fat flames high, fully ready.
Angel turns back toward the (unlit) fireplace when Mrs. Post steps out of the shadows.

ANGEL
What do you want?
MRS. POST
Gwen Post. Mr. Giles sent me.

ANGEL
What for?
MRS. POST

To help you destroy the glove. Is that

the Living Flame?
ANGEL
Yes.

He doesn’t trust her, and she senses it.

MRS. POST

Look, I’m sorry to be abrupt but
Lagos is on his way here now.
If you’re doing the ritual incorrectly
it will only make the glove more

powerful.
ANGEL

All right. I dug up some Cadlinroot,
get ready to throw it in.

She crosses to the flame, where there is some roots, some dirt and great big spade, how convenient.

MRS. POST
Good. Where’s the glove?
ANGEL
In the trunk.
He turns toward it. The trunk is by the fireplace.
As he turns, Mrs. Post takes the shovel. With no expression or hesitation she CRACKS Angel across
the back of the head. Angel goes down.

MRS. POST

That’s what I love about this town.
Everyone is so helpful.

BLACK OUT

END OF ACT THREE
Act Four

INT. MANSION – NIGHT
Mrs. Post crosses to the trunk. It’s padlocked.

MRS. POST
Oh, bugger.
She grabs the spade and smashes the lock once, twice.
The lock splinters off. Mrs. Post is about to drop the spade when behind her, Angel rises into frame,
full VAMP FACE on.

ANGEL
That hurt.

She turns, some eight feet from him.

MRS. POST

It was supposed to kill you. If you’d
been human, it would have. But…

She cracks the shovel over her knee. Insta-stake.
MRS. POST
I believe this is your poison.

He comes at her – she tries to stab him but he knocks the stake from her grasp, throws her toward
the fire. She lands next to it and tries to get up and run toward the double doors but he’s on her,
grabs her – she punches him and he returns in vicious kind, knocking her nearly out.
He’s about to hit her again when the doors fly open and Faith hurtles out, tackling him as Mrs. Post
crumples unconscious against the wall.
Faith comes up, sees Mrs. Post. Genuine concern washes over her face.

FAITH
Mrs. Post…?

Mrs. Post groans, indicating life and then Angel rises. Faith faces him, furious.

FAITH

I can’t believe how much I’m gonna

kill you.
ANGEL

You’re not getting that glove.

FAITH
Wanna bet?

What we have here is a failure to communicate. Then we have violence.
Faith attacks Angel, who’s still groggy from Mrs. Post’s shovel-shot. He’s weak by vampire standards,
but still a vampire – he throws a strong right. Faith blocks it; lands a better one. She kicks his ass
across the room, toward the couch. Follows him there and really pummels him. One last crack and
he’s on the table, too weak to move.
She raises her stake high for the kill. Brings it whistling down – when a HAND shoots out, grabs her
wrist – stops her.

FAITH
What…?
Faith looks up to see – the hand belongs to BUFFY.
INT. LIBRARY – NIGHT
We catch Willow and Xander in the middle of a frantic, late night occult chemistry experiment. Xander
reads Latin (badly and phonetically) from one of Giles’ books as Willow “guesstimates” the correct
amounts of herbs, roots and powders to create Living Flame.
XANDER
(in Latin)
“…deinde addends dimidium
laterem ungularum bisulcarum
contusarum…”

XANDER
(English translation)
“…adding then half the ingot
of ground, cloven hooves…”

(stops)
And that’s all she wrote.
Think we got it?

Willow inspects the resulting mixture.

WILLOW

It’s either the catalyst for Living
Flame, or just some really smelly
sand. We have to test it.
XANDER
Let me double-check…

Xander turns page. Stops. Goes silent.

WILLOW
What.
XANDER
I know what the glove does.
Xander shows Willow what he’s found. (We don’t see it, but they sure do).

WILLOW
There’s no time to test this.

They pack up their stuff and scramble out fast.
INT. MANSION – NIGHT
Buffy stands between Angel and Faith. Angel, crippled from Faith’s attack, lies bent over and
helpless. Buffy gets in defensive position. Faith’s wild-eyed. Adrenaline’s pumping through.

FAITH

Never stop a slayer when the blood is up.

BUFFY
Can’t let you do it, Faith.
FAITH

You’re confused, Twinkie. Let me

clear you up:
(pointing)

Vampire. Slayer. Dead vampire.

BUFFY

Faith, there’s a lot you don’t understand.

MRS. POST
Faith…

They look over. Mrs. Post is still too weak to get up, but she calls to Faith. Buffy looks confusedly at
Mrs. Post and Angel – what’s going on?

MRS. POST

She doesn’t… know… She’s blinded

by love…
BUFFY
Faith, no…

But Buffy is sounding a little unsure herself.

MRS. POST
Faith… trust me…
A look passes between Faith and Mrs. Post. Buffy steps up to Faith –

BUFFY
We can figure this out –

CRACK! Before Buffy can finish, Faith whirls and punches Buffy with a left hook that nearly takes her
head off. Buffy snaps back and the two slayers square off.
And they start.
Slayer vs. slayer. No weapons, categorically no holds barred. It’s fast, brutal and balletic.
EXT. MANSION – NIGHT
The two girls explode through the glass doors, sending shards everywhere. They are on their feet in
a moment and the fight continues, neither girl making much headway.
INT. MANSION – NIGHT
Willow and Xander run into the Mansion (from the double doors), breathless. They see Mrs. Post,
rush to help her.

MRS. POST
The glove…
XANDER
We’ll get it.
MRS. POST
(to Xander)
Help Faith…

A crash turns his attention to the garden. He rushes out to see, Willow helping Mrs. Post up.
EXT. MANSION – NIGHT
The slayer fight’s in full force. Xander rushes out.
XANDER

What are you – stop! Guys, listen!

He steps in the middle – and Faith backhands him into a wall. Buffy decks her hard for that one.
INT. MANSION – NIGHT
Willow opens the trunk, Mrs. Post digging in and producing the glove.

MRS. POST
Finally!

She swings the glove and homeruns Willow into the corner (not far from the sofa).
Mrs. Post, standing before the Mansion fireplace, looks up to the sky and PUTS ON THE GLOVE OF
MYHNEGON.
The Glove of Myhnegon, activated by living contact, COMES TO LIFE. Click click click click click! The
ancient spikes around the cuff all DIG INTO the flesh of Mrs. Post’s forearm, ringing around the arm,
attaching itself permanently.

MRS. POST
(in Gaelic)

Tar chugam a chumhacht Myhnegon!

MRS. POST
(English translation)
Come to me, power of Myhnegon!
EXT. MANSION GARDEN / INT. MANSION (INTERCUT) – NIGHT
Faith and Buffy are suddenly stopped by THUNDER that sounds all around them. They stop, look into
the house and see Mrs. Post holding the glove in front of her gleefully. Faith takes a step to the door,
betrayal etched on her face.

FAITH
What’s going on?
MRS. POST

Faith, a word of advice. You’re an idiot.

She lifts her hand up like a gun.

MRS. POST
(in Gaelic)
Tar frim!
MRS. POST
(English translation)
Come through me!

BOOM! The Mansion skylight SHATTERS as a burst of LIGHTNING comes crashing through, sending a
shower of glass shards exploding downward.
The lightning STREAKS straight towards Mrs. Post’s glove. An ENERGY BEAM SHOOTS FORWARD
from Mrs. Post’s hand, streaking across the Mansion, straight toward Faith. Buffy slams into her, the
two diving for safety as the energy beam hits the tree behind them, which explodes into flame. (i.e.
there is a fire ball and then a lot of burning branches – no parts coming off).
Willow stands and Mrs. Post turns to her.

MRS. POST
(in Gaelic)
Tar frim!
MRS. POST
(English translation)
Come through me!

Lightning, energy – and this time Angel makes the save, rising and pushing Willow out of the way.
The beam explodes a piece of wall – and singes Angel, catching an arm and part of his back with
flame as he hits the ground.
Willow grabs a tapestry off the Mansion wall and WRAPS it around Angel’s prone body – dousing the
flame.
ANGLE: Buffy and Faith

BUFFY
Can you draw her fire?
FAITH
That I can.

She’s all cold fury now.

BUFFY
Then do it.

Buffy looks around for a good sized shard of glass.
Faith dashes into the living room. Mrs. Post spins –
MRS. POST
(in Gaelic)
Tar frim!
MRS. POST
(English translation)
Come through me!

— and fires. Faith flips up the coffee table before her, blocking the flame. Crouches behind it.

MRS. POST
There’s nothing you can do to
me now. I have the Glove, and
with the glove comes the power!

BUFFY
I’m getting that.

She has a very large, triangular shard of glass in her hand. With dazzling alacrity, she hurls it.

MRS. POST
(in Gaelic)
Tar frim!
MRS. POST
(English translation)
Come through me!

The shard spins through the air.
The shard spins through Mrs. Post’s shoulder.
The shard smashes against the far wall.
The gloved arm, severed, drops harmlessly to the floor.
Mrs. Post screams – and the lightning STRIKES HER. She SCREAMS as her body is engulfed in
swirling, wrap-around blue streaks of unnatural electricity. Her screams build as the frenzy of
electricity grows, multiplies, out of control, until…
Mrs. Post BURSTS INTO FLAME. Total immolation. Nothing left but smoke – she is gone.
The deafening sounds within the Mansion are replaced with silence.
ANGLE ON: The glove, now dis-attached from living flesh – Click click click click click! – slowly
separates itself, spike by spike, from Mrs. Post’s severed arm.
WIDER ANGLE ON: the group. Coming together, all tired, hurt, confused, wary… all silent.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. SCHOOL LOUNGE – DAY
Cordy and Xander are with Oz and Willow.

CORDELIA

So there’s no more glove thingy?

XANDER

A little Living Flame, a little mesquite…

gone for good.

OZ

Sounds like we missed a lot of fun.

XANDER
Then we’re telling it wrong.
WILLOW

What do you think Buffy and Angel

are gonna do?
XANDER
Boy do I don’t know.
WILLOW

He saved me from a horrible flamey
death. That sort of makes me like

him again.
XANDER

Well, as long as he and Buffy don’t
get pelvic, we’ll be okay. I guess.

Buffy approaches.

BUFFY

What are you guys talking about?

OZ

Oddly enough, your boyfriend. Again.

BUFFY

He’s not my boyfriend. Really and
truly. He’s… I don’t know.

She turns to Xander.

BUFFY
Are we okay?
XANDER

Yeah. Seeing you kissing him, after
everything that happened… leaned
me toward the postal. But I trust you.

CORDELIA
I don’t. Just for the record.

Giles approaches now as well.

BUFFY

Let me guess. Gwendolyn Post,
not a watcher.
GILES

She was kicked out by the council
two years ago for misuses of dark
power. They swear there was a

memo…
BUFFY

I’d better go. Little more damage

control.

She takes off, the others watching her.

WILLOW

The whole Angel thing is so weird.

GILES

Yes, well, we’ll have to let that one
unfold, won’t we?
CORDELIA

Okay but when there’s a big massacre
who gets the I-told-you-so?
XANDER
You get the I-told-you-so.
CORDELIA
Just so we’re clear…

INT. FAITH’S MOTEL ROOM – DAY
Faith’s watching daytime TV by herself, sitting on a ratty sofa, feet propped up on some stolen plastic
milk cartons. She’s flicking channels. Calls out:
FAITH
Come in.
Buffy tentatively comes in. Faith’s eyes never leave the TV.
BUFFY
Place looks nice.
FAITH
Yeah, real Spartan.

Pause.

BUFFY
How are you doing?
FAITH
Five by five.
BUFFY

I’m interpreting that as good…
Faith offers nothing. Buffy approaches the sofa hesitantly.
BUFFY

Mrs. Post, or whoever she was, she
fooled us all. Even Giles.
FAITH

Yeah, well, you can’t trust people.
I shoulda learned that by now.

BUFFY

This may sound funny coming from
someone who just spent a lot of time
kicking your face, but you can trust me.

FAITH
Is that right?
BUFFY

I know I’ve kept secrets, but I didn’t
have a choice. I’m on your side.

FAITH

I’m on my side. And that’s enough.

BUFFY
Not always.
FAITH
So, is that it?
BUFFY
I guess…
FAITH
I’ll see you, then.
BUFFY
Yeah.

She starts slowly for the door, unsatisfied. Faith looks equally unhappy, stops her with:

FAITH
Buffy?
BUFFY
(stops)
Yes?

But Faith can’t do it. A beat.

FAITH
Nothing.

Another moment, then Buffy leaves.
EXT. MOTEL – CONTINUOUS – DAY
Buffy closes the door behind her, thinking. A moment more and she exits frame.
INT. FAITH’S MOTEL ROOM – DAY
ANGLE: FAITH
Still sitting on her bed. Alone.

BLACK OUT

END OF SHOW

Transcripts

Prologue
The Bronze. People are coming and going. Cut inside. It’s especially
crowded tonight. Dingoes Ate My Baby (Four Star Mary) are on stage
finishing the last song of their set, “Run”.
Lyrics: If I could walk out
Oz looks out into the crowd, a smile for Willow on his face. She is
sitting at a table with Xander and Cordelia. They have to share it with
some other people, it’s so crowded.
Lyrics: You know I’d never lie
The song ends with Oz’s last chord understated and fading. The crowd
begins to applaud and cheer as Devon takes his bows. Oz lifts his guitar
from his shoulder, leans the instrument against the back wall of the
stage and heads down the stairs at the side of the stage to join the
gang at their table.
Willow: (smiles) Oz! Hey! Have a seat… Except, we don’t have any
seats.
Oz: It’s okay. I’ll just scrunch in.
Willow nudges over a bit with her stool to make room for Oz at the
table, and bumps into Xander. She gives him a nervous look. Xander
hurriedly scoots over a bit as well, nudging up hard against Cordelia.
Cordelia: Xander, why are you giving me a lap dance?
Xander: (smiles weakly and strokes her arm) What? I just like you.
Cordelia pulls her arm away from him and squirms around a bit to get
comfortable again.
Willow: (stammers, smiling nervously) And that’s very beautiful. I
think it’s great when two people like two people and want to be close to
them instead of anyone else.

Oz smiles to himself, enjoying it as always whenever Willow does that
cute stammering thing.
Xander: (also nervous) Here, here!
Oz: Yeah. Well put. (points at a cup) Hey, can I snag a sip?
Willow: Sure. (reaches for her cup)
Xander: (reaches also) Yeah, you got it.
Their hands touch as they both reach for her cup. They look at each
other in surprise and instantly jerk back their arms. In doing so they
knock a tray of drinks out of the hand of the waitress standing behind
them. Xander slips off of his stool and tries to catch them, but of
course he’s too late, and can only look down at the spilled drinks.
Around him the crowd begins to applaud his graceful maneuver. He goes
with the situation and raises his hands to the crowd in acknowledgment.
Willow, however, is embarrassed.
Xander: Thank you! (turns around) Thank you. (waves) Uh, we’re here
through Saturday. Enjoy the veal. (smiles)
Willow is terribly embarrassed now and tries to hide her face. Xander
gets back on his stool. Oz reaches for a cup on his own.
Cordelia: Why are you guys so hyper?
Oz takes a drink from Willow’s cup.
Willow: (nervously tries to cover) Hey! Speaking of people and things
they do that aren’t like usual, anyone notice Buffy acting sort of
different?
Oz grimaces at the drink and puts the cup back on the table.
Xander: Let’s see, uh, killing zombies… uh, torching sewer monsters,
and… No, that’s pretty much the, uh, (grins weakly) same old Buffster.
Willow: (concerned) Well, I just mean, you know, she’s off by herself a
lot more, and she’s kind of… distracted.
Cordelia: (smiles) Think maybe she has a new honey?
Willow: A boyfriend? Why wouldn’t she tell us?
Cordelia: Excuse me? When your last steady killed half the class, and
then your rebound guy sends you a dump-o-gram? It makes a girl shy.
Xander: But we’re the best of Buffy’s bestest buds. She’d tell us.
Buffy: (arrives behind them) Tell you what?
Willow: About your new boyfriend, who we made up. Unless we didn’t?
(gives her an inquiring look)
Buffy: (raises her eyebrows) This was a topic of discussion?
Oz: Well, raised, but never discussed.
Cordelia: So, are you dating somebody or not?
Buffy angles her eyes up and sways around a bit, considering what she
should say.
Buffy: I wouldn’t use the word ‘dating’, (looks at them) but I am going
out with somebody. Tonight, as a matter of fact.
Willow: Really? Who?

Faith puts her hand on Xander’s shoulder and pulls him aside a little so
she can squeeze in.
Faith: Yo, what’s up? (nudges Buffy’s shoulder) Hey, time to motorvate.
Buffy: (puts her arm around Faith) Really, we’re just good friends.
The two Slayers head out of the club together.
Cut to a cemetery. Buffy and Faith both roll onto their backs, side by
side, each with a vampire on top of them. Buffy backhand punches her
attacker while Faith struggles to get control over hers. Buffy’s vampire
tries to punch her, but she redirects his arm to hit the ground next to
her. Giles watches calmly while sitting behind them on a nearby bench.
Buffy is still on her back while her assailant is now standing over her,
throwing punches down at her. Faith log rolls away from them, taking her
attacker with her. Giles takes off his glasses and begins to clean them.
Faith manages to roll on top of her vampire. She yanks him by the lapels
of his jacket to a standing position, spins half-way around and throws
him into a log roll over a stone bench. He hits the ground and keeps on
rolling. Buffy is up now, and ducks a half-spinning jumping hook kick
from her vampire, and then sidesteps to avoid a punch. Faith jumps up
onto the bench and then back down to the ground. Her attacker aims a
punch at her face, but rethinks his maneuver and decides to snap kick
her in the gut. Thinking quickly, Faith grabs his foot and throws it
over his head, forcing him to flip over in a back layout. He lands hard
on his stomach. Buffy throws a punch at her assailant’s face, but he
ducks it. She tries for another one, but he blocks it. She then aims for
his stomach with another punch, but is blocked yet again. The vampire
tries to punch her, but she latches onto his arm and yanks him
backwards, then forwards, and twists his arm, sending him flipping onto
his back. Giles calmly watches and takes notes.
Faith has a firm grip on her attacker, and throws his head backward,
sending him flying backwards onto a bench. His momentum carries him
sliding over it. Faith jumps up onto the bench, following him over,
ready to attack. Buffy sends her vampire spinning back to the ground
with a two-kick combination of a roundhouse followed by a hook kick. She
pauses for a moment to let him get back up, and then roundhouse kicks
him in the gut, followed immediately by a punch to his face as the
momentum of her kick carries her around. Giles picks up his cup of
coffee and continues his calm vigilance.
Faith jumps down from the bench and roundhouse kicks her vampire in the
face. Buffy roundhouse kicks hers again in the stomach. Faith punches
her vampire in the stomach and takes aim with her stake. Buffy shoves
hers against Faith’s, and they end up back to back. The Slayers both
plunge their stakes into their respective demons simultaneously, causing
them both to explode into ashes. After the dust settles, they give each
other a high-five and head over to Giles.
Buffy: Synchronized slaying.
Faith: New Olympic category?
Buffy: (to Giles) Whadaya think?
Giles lowers his coffee cup, but keeps it held at mouth level.
Gwendolyn: Sloppy.
They all turn to look at the woman who’s just walked into view. Her hair
is pulled up in a severe hair style, and she has a very serious look on
her face.
Gwendolyn: You telegraph punches, leave blind sides open and, uh, for a
school-night slaying, take entirely too much time. Which one of you is
Faith?

Giles looks back at the girls.
Faith: Depends. Who the hell are you?
Giles turns back to the woman.
Gwendolyn: Gwendolyn Post, Mrs. Your new Watcher.
The two Slayers exchange a look, then look over at Giles. He is still
holding his cup and staring at Mrs. Post, too dumbfounded to speak.
Opening credits roll. Buffy’s theme plays.
~~ Part 1 ~~
The library. Giles is leaning against the stair railing, cleaning his
glasses. Buffy is sitting near the middle of the large central table.
There are several books lying open on it. Faith is standing by a corner
of the table, addressing Mrs. Post, who is looking through some of
Giles’ collection.
Faith: I’m telling you, I don’t need a new Watcher. No offense, lady.
(Gwendolyn looks at her) I just have this problem with authority
figures. They end up kind of dead.
She nods sarcastically and takes a seat next to Buffy.
Gwendolyn: (walking past the table) Duly noted, and fortunately, it’s
not up to you.
Buffy and Faith exchange a look. Gwendolyn walks around the table below
the railing of the upper level, looking around at the few stacks there
are in the study area of the library, apparently unaware that the main
stacks are up the stairs and through a set of French doors, well out of
view.
Gwendolyn: Mr. Giles, where do you keep the rest of your books?
Giles: I-I’m sorry. (slips on his glasses) The rest?
Gwendolyn: Yes, the actual library.
Giles gives her a confused look.
Gwendolyn: Oh. (smiles thinly) I see.
Giles: I can assure you, Mrs. Post, this is the finest occult reference
collection…
Gwendolyn: (interrupts) …this side of the Atlantic, I’m sure. Do you
have Hume’s Paranormal Encyclopedia?
Giles looks away, knowing that while his collection is superior, it is
still not complete.
Gwendolyn: The Labyrinth Maps of Malta?
Buffy gives him a hopeful look.
Giles: It’s on order.
Gwendolyn: Well, I suppose that you have Sir Robert Kane’s Twilight
Compendium?
Giles: Oh! Uh… (looks around) Yes, I… (spots the book) Yes! (pulls
it out) Yes, I do. (holds it up)
Gwendolyn: (unimpressed) Of course you do. (paces past him) I have been
sent by the council for a very important reason. Faith needs a Watcher.

I am to act in that capacity and report back.
Faith: (leans forward in her chair) Excuse me, Mary Poppins, you don’t
seem to be listening.
Giles: (interrupts) Faith, if the council feels that you need closer
observation, then… we will all, of course, cooperate.
Faith leans back again, not at all happy with the situation.
Gwendolyn: The council wishes me to report on the entire situation
here, (to Giles) including you.
That takes Giles by surprise.
Buffy: Mm! Academic probation’s not so funny today, huh, Giles? (rolls
her eyes innocently)
Giles glares at her. She just gives it right back to him.
Gwendolyn: The fact is, there is talk in the council that you have
become a bit too… (inhales) American.
Giles: (taken aback) Me?
Buffy: (surprised) Him?
Gwendolyn: A demon named Lagos is coming here to the Hellmouth.
(condescendingly) Mr. Giles, an illustration of Lagos, if you please.
Giles: (a bit flustered) Oh, uh… (looks at the books on the table)
Yes. Uh…
He sits at the table and begins to look through one of the books.
Gwendolyn: Perhaps later.
Giles stops looking, very taken aback. He begins to seethe.
Gwendolyn: Lagos seeks the Glove of Myhnegon. No record of this glove’s
full power exists, but we do know it is highly dangerous and must not
fall into the hands of a demon. Lagos must be stopped.
Giles folds his hands over his books and looks up at her.
Giles: What do you propose?
Gwendolyn: Well, if it’s not too radical a suggestion, I thought we
might kill him.
Giles turns his head away from her and takes off his glasses.
Gwendolyn: I suggest two Slayers at full strength for a coordinated
hunt.
Buffy gives Faith a look. Faith just gives Gwendolyn an even stare.
Gwendolyn: We believe the glove to be buried in a tomb somewhere, so
Lagos will be headed for the cemetery.
Giles: There is more than one in Sunnydale.
Gwendolyn: I see. How many?
Giles: Uh, twelve, within the city limits.
Gwendolyn: (takes a deep breath) Well, we’ll just have to take them one
at a time.
Giles puts his glasses back on and starts to look through his books

again.
Gwendolyn: Anything in your books that might pinpoint the exact
location of the tomb would be useful, but then, we cannot ask for
miracles.
Giles lets his book drop to the table and makes a point of looking
directly away from her, rubbing his fingers, keeping his cool.
Gwendolyn: We will begin tomorrow at sunset. Faith… (Faith almost
startles) With me, please.
She gives Faith a thin smile and walks from the library. Faith gives
Buffy a glance, then follows her out. Giles visibly relaxes when they’ve
gone.
Giles: That was bracing.
He slaps his glasses onto the table and leans his lips into his fist.
Buffy: Interesting lady. Can we kill her?
Giles: (lowers his fist) I think the council might frown upon that.
His expression indicates he’s considering it anyway, but soon discards
the notion.
Giles: Well… (stands up) How do you feel about a spot of training?
Cut to Angel’s mansion. He and Buffy are practicing T’ai Chi in front of
the great fireplace. Angel concentrates on the exercises, but Buffy
watches his moves and does her best to mirror them. They each begin with
their arms stretched high above and ahead of them, hands together. They
lower their arms to waist level with a graceful bend at the elbows.
Buffy glances over at Angel, watching his elegant movements. She turns
her attention back to the exercise, and crosses her right wrist over her
left. They both sweep their crossed arms in a wide arc from left to
right, and then draw their hands in to their waists and make a quarter
turn to their left, so that Buffy has her back to Angel. They both
extend their arms and slowly raise them, never stopping their fluid
movements, until their hands are again held high. Angel takes the two
steps over to Buffy and puts his hands over hers. Buffy looks up at his
hands on hers as he pulls her arms down and around her. She slowly turns
to face him and angles her face up toward him. Their lips almost meet
when Buffy suddenly pulls away and walks over to one of the two couches
set at right angles to each other to get her things.
Buffy: Uhh… I gotta go. Big night for us Slayer types.
Angel turns away, a confused expression on his face. Buffy pulls on her
backpack.
Buffy: People to see, demons to kill. (starts to leave) Better hurry
before somebody figures out what we’re doing.
Angel: (pulls on his shirt) What are we doing?
Buffy: (stops) Training. (quietly) And almost kissing.
Angel looks at her and steps toward her as he buttons his shirt. Buffy
turns to face him.
Buffy: Sorry. It’s just… (smiles weakly) old habit. (loses the smile)
Bad, bad habit to be broken.
Angel: It’s hard.
Buffy: It’s not hard. (with resolve) Cold turkey. That’s the key to
quitting.

They both look at each other for a long moment, knowing it’s just not
that easy.
Buffy: (weakly and desperately) You think they make a patch for this?
Angel: You have to go.
Buffy: I really do.
Angel looks away as Buffy turns again to go. She only gets a couple of
steps when she sighs and turns to face Angel again.
Buffy: I’m gonna try and vent a little hormonal angst by going out
there and killing a Lagos, whatever that is.
Angel faces her again upon hearing that demon’s name.
Angel: Lagos?
Buffy: Some demon looking for some all-powerful thingamabob, (Angel
sits, suddenly worried) and I gotta stop him before he unleashes unholy
havoc, (sees his worried look) and it’s another Tuesday night in
Sunnydale.
Angel can’t bring himself to look at her again, and so just stares off
into space.
Angel: Be careful.
Buffy turns and heads out of the mansion. Angel watches her back as she
goes, and when she’s gone, he gets up to start some work of his own.
Cut to the library. Giles is sitting at the large table reading through
a book with a dozen other volumes open and spread out in front of him.
Willow is standing behind the railing of the stack level behind him.
Xander is standing at the end of the table. Giles looks up from his
book.
Giles: Oh, this is intolerable. (slams the book shut) There’s not a
word here about Lagos or the glove. (stands up) We don’t have time for
this (drops the book in frustration) near-missing. (turns to Willow and
Xander) Just find out all you can about the demon, its-its-its
strengths, its-its weaknesses, (begins to pace) its places of origin,
(stops and yanks off his glasses) and most importantly, (points at
Xander with his glasses) what it plans to do with this blasted glove.
Xander: (gives Giles an annoyed smile) Hey, you’re not the Watcher of
me.
Giles: Then go home. But if you choose to stay, then work.
He makes frustrated tracks into his office. Xander stares after him for
a moment, then starts up the stairs to the stack level for more
research. Willow steps over to meet him.
Willow: Ugh… It’s late. I’m tired. What does he want from us, anyway?
They head into the stacks.
Xander: The number of a qualified surgeon to remove the British flag
from his butt?
They stop at a spot where a few books are lying open on the floor and
sit down. Xander takes one of them and starts to look through it.
Willow: My eyes are all blurry.
She leans forward and rests her head in her hands for a moment, then
starts rubbing her temples with her fingers.

Willow: Ohh…
She moans as she rubs. Xander looks over at her, concerned. He sets down
his book, nudges a bit closer and reaches over to do the rubbing for
her. When she feels his fingers at her temples, Willow drops her own
hands into her lap and lets him minister to her, letting out a few more
moans.
Willow: Oh, stop.
Xander: Right. (continues rubbing) Stop means no… (keeps rubbing) And
no means no, so, um… (finally stops) stop.
He leans back away from her. She sits up a bit. He takes his book again
to continue his research. Suddenly Willow reaches for him, grabs his
face and plants a hard kiss on his lips. Xander responds and puts his
hands around her to pull her closer. They kiss passionately for a few
seconds, when Giles suddenly comes walking by, his attention focused on
a book in his hands as he reads. Willow and Xander don’t notice him at
all.
Giles: Willow, Xander…
They stop kissing and quickly scramble to their feet.
Giles: …you can stop your, uh, studying.
They wipe and cover their mouths in guilt, but aren’t yet sure if
they’ve been caught since Giles is looking at a bookcase. Willow bites
her nails nervously.
Giles: I’ve got what I need.
Xander: (trying to be cool) What have you got?
Giles: Uh, the probable location of the Glove of Myhnegon. (faces them)
It’s, uh, housed in the Von Hauptman family crypt.
Xander: Yeah, that’s that big one over at the Restfield Cemetery.
Willow: Yeah, well, that’s great, Giles. Um, how’d you find it?
Giles: I looked. (continues his reading)
Xander: Where’s Buffy at?
Giles: Uh, I’m not sure.
Xander: Well, I’ll go check out this, uh, crypt. (starts out) Um, tell
her heads-up if she, uh, stops by. (leaves)
Giles: Yes, by all means, go.
Willow: (nervously) A-and I’ll just keep studying. I think we’re on the
verge of a big Lagos breakthrough.
Giles: (looks up from his book) No, I’d say we’re done.
He starts back out of the stacks. Willow lets out a deep sigh, ridden
with guilt and halfway convinced that they’ve been caught.
Cut to the streets at night. Faith and Buffy walk along as people and
cars go by.
Faith: Ronnie, deadbeat. Steve, klepto. Kenny… drummer. Eventually, I
just had to face up to my destiny as a loser magnet. Now it’s strictly
get some, get gone. You can’t trust guys.
Buffy: You can trust some guys. (gets a doubtful look from Faith)
Really, I’ve read about them.

Faith: (laughs) Yeah. So, what about you?
Buffy: You mean like, me and guys me?
Faith: Mm-hm.
Buffy: Not much to tell these days.
Faith: Yeah, but you gotta have stories. I mean, I’ve had my share of
losers, but you… you boinked the undead. What was that like?
Buffy: Life with Angel’s… was complicated. It’s still a little hard
for me to talk about.
Faith: Well, try.
They stop walking.
Buffy: Look, Faith, all the Angel issues are still kind of with me, so
if you don’t mind, I’d rather not.
Faith: (shrugs) Yeah. (shrugs) Yeah, whatever.
Buffy looks away.
Faith: You know what? We’re oh for six tonight. Why don’t we just blow
this off?
Buffy: Yeah. I am kinda beat. But-but Shady Hill’s pretty close.
Faith: I’ll swing through it. It’s on my way anyway.
Buffy: Alone? I-I don’t know if I’d…

Faith: I got Miss Priss on my back now. I don’t need another baby-
sitter. I’ll holler if I’m having any fun.

Buffy: (smiles thinly) Okay.
Faith: (nods down the street) Later. (goes)
Buffy: Thanks.
She watches her go for a moment before turning and heading home.
Cut to Shady Hill cemetery. Faith walks around a hedge and into view,
scanning the graveyard as she goes. Suddenly the lid of a stone coffin
slams into the ground in front of her. She jerks back, startled but
unhurt. In front of her she sees Lagos, a warrior demon, grabbing things
out of the coffin and throwing them aside as he quickly rummages through
it.
Faith: (to herself) Son of a bitch. It’s my lucky day.
She starts to run toward him and jumps into a flying side kick to Lagos’
back. He hardly budges and turns his head to see who is disturbing him.
Faith grabs his arm and whips him around to face her. She backhand
punches him in the face and instantly follows up with another swing to
his face, then punches him in the gut and again in the face. She pushes
him away slightly to get some distance between them, and then roundhouse
kicks him in the side. Unfazed and tired of the interruption, Lagos
grabs her by the neck and throws her high and far. She slams into the
side of a mausoleum and falls to the ground. Lagos turns his attention
back to the open coffin. Faith scrambles to her feet and starts to run
at him again. Lagos hears her coming this time and turns to face her.
She tries to grab his neck, but he blocks her arm and does an uppercut
to Faith’s diaphragm, which makes her airborne once again. She hits the
ground hard and starts to struggle for breath. Lagos ignores her and
goes back to his rummaging. He pulls the last of the coffin’s contents

out, sees that it’s nothing he wants and throws it aside in disgust. He
wastes no time getting out of there, stomping right past Faith, not
giving her even so much as another glance. With her breath knocked out
of her, Faith is unable to get up to pursue him.
Cut to Restfield cemetery. Xander finds his way through the gravestones
to the Von Hauptman family crypt. His breathing is heavy and nervous. He
finds the crypt and peeks at it from behind a bush, making sure no one
and nothing else is around. He steps out from behind the bush, nervously
looking around while he makes his way toward the crypt.
Xander: (smiling, dripping with sarcasm) Hey, Giles, here’s a nifty
idea: why don’t I alleviate my guilt by goin’ out and gettin’ myself
really, really killed?
He stops in his tracks when he thinks he hears a noise. Sure enough, a
second later he can hear the sound of stone grinding against stone
coming from inside the crypt. He swiftly ducks behind a group of bushes,
crouches down and waits to see who will come out. A figure soon comes
out of the crypt and pulls the door closed. In its arms it holds
something wrapped in a bunch of rags. The figure turns its back to
Xander as it grabs the outer iron gate and swings it closed as well.
Xander rises up just a bit so he can better see who it is. The figure
turns around again and begins to cautiously make its way out of the
graveyard. As it nears Xander, he sees that it’s Angel. Xander doesn’t
take his eyes off of him as he walks past. When Angel is far enough
ahead of him, Xander comes out from behind the bushes, pulls out his
stake and starts to follow.
Cut to the atrium at Angel’s mansion. Xander sneaks down the stairs to
the main gallery and tiptoes over to a window where he can see inside.
There, to his shock, he sees Buffy with Angel, kissing passionately.
~~ Part 2 ~~
Angel’s mansion. He and Buffy are kissing passionately. The camera
circles around them as they continue kissing. Suddenly Buffy breaks it
off and takes a couple of steps backward and looks away from his face.
Buffy: Oh, God…
Angel: (confused) Buffy…
Buffy: What am I doing? (looks up at him) What are you doing?
Angel: (still confused) I don’t know.
Buffy: Shame on you!
Angel doesn’t know how to respond to that. He puts his hand to his
forehead. Buffy heads over to her things on the couch.
Buffy: Oh, God, I… I don’t even know why I came back here.
She starts to pull on her jacket. Angel steps over and takes it from her
hands.
Angel: It’s good you did.
Buffy looks up to him, waiting for an explanation.
Angel: I think I have what you’re looking for.
He leads her by the hand over to a pedestal where the thing he got from
the crypt lies, still wrapped up in rags.
Buffy: Great… Just, wherever this was gift-wrapped, remind me not to
shop there.
He unwraps the rags to reveal their contents. It’s an ancient-looking

glove made of leather, chain mail and plate mail. There are small spikes
along the plates that cover the back of the hand and the forearm. Ringed
around the opening are ten hinged claws that look something like crab
legs, but made of steel and very sharp.
Angel: Glove of Myhnegon.
Buffy: The world’s ugliest fashion accessory.
She reaches out to touch it. Angel quickly stays her hand with his.
Angel: No, don’t. Once you put it on, the glove can never be removed.
Buffy: So… no touching. (nods, looks at their hands) Kinda like us.
Angel gets the hint and releases her hand. He wraps the glove back up in
the rags.
Buffy: You hold on to it. I’ll… I’ll tell Giles in the morning. At
least he’ll be happy.
Cut to Giles’ apartment. He is researching through a book at his desk.
Gwendolyn walks in front of the camera and around to Giles’ side. He
seems to have found something.
Giles: Ah! Yes. There we are.
In the book is a sketch of a battle scene with an inset of the glove. It
resembles the real thing only vaguely. He sets the book down for her to
see.
Giles: There’s a wood engraving. See? The Glove of Myhnegon.
Gwendolyn: (looks at it, unimpressed) Yes, engraved by Father Theodore
of Wolsham.
Giles: Yes.
Gwendolyn: Based, I believe, on very sketchy and unreliable folk
legends. The pictures are fun to look at, Mr. Giles, but one really
ought to read the nice words as well.
Giles looks up from the books, but stares ahead, not wanting Gwendolyn
to see the look of raw annoyance in his eyes. In the kitchen the tea
kettle begins to whistle.
Giles: Ah. (stands up) Yes. (puts his hands in his pockets) Some tea,
perhaps?
He strides into the kitchen. Gwendolyn takes the few steps over to the
bar where he has two cups already set out for the tea and sits on one of
the stools. Giles grabs the kettle from the stove.
Gwendolyn: I know that you must find me tiresome, but it’s insidious,
really.
Giles pours the hot water into one of the cups. Gwendolyn looks down at
the teabag in her still empty cup, takes it out and sets it aside.
Gwendolyn: A person slips up on the little things, and soon everything
has gone to Hell in a handbasket.
Giles doesn’t say anything to her rejection of his teabag. She opens her
purse and pulls out a small box with her own supply of tea.
Gwendolyn: For example… Buffy, your Slayer…
Giles: (struggling to control his voice) Mrs. Post… (pours her hot
water) I can assure you that Buffy is both dedicated and industrious,
and I am in complete control of my Slayer.

Suddenly his apartment door whips open, and Xander runs into the room.
Xander: Giles! We have a big problem. It’s Buffy.
Gwendolyn give Giles a snooty look.
Giles: Will you excuse us?
He walks very stiffly from the kitchen and nods to Xander to follow.
They go to the far side of the room and whisper between themselves.
Gwendolyn takes her own teabag and puts it in her cup to steep.
Gwendolyn: Would you like some assistance?
Giles and Xander stop their whispering and look at her.
Giles: (smiling thinly) Thank you. That won’t be necessary.
They go back to their private discussion. Gwendolyn looks at her cup to
see how far along her tea is.
Cut to Sunnydale High. Cut to the library. Giles paces slowly in the
main area. Behind him the door opens, and he hears someone walk in. He
slowly turns to see that it’s Buffy.
Buffy: Lagos is out of luck. I got the magic mitten thingy.
She stops to see that Xander, Cordelia, Oz and Willow are all sitting at
the center table looking as glum as Giles does.
Buffy: What’s with all the tragedy masks?
Giles: (indicates a chair) Better take a seat, Buffy.
Xander gets up out of his chair, nudges it over a bit so it’s at the
head of the table, and steps away to stand next to Cordelia. Buffy
slowly steps over to the chair.
Buffy: What’s going on? (sits)
Giles: We know Angel is alive. (Buffy looks shocked) Xander saw you
with him. It would appear that you’ve been hiding him and that you lied
to us.
Buffy looks away, trying to absorb this new turn of events.
Willow: Nobody’s here to blame you, Buffy. But this is serious. You
need help.
Buffy: (looks up at Willow) It’s not what you think.
Xander: Hope not. Because I think you’re harboring a vicious killer.
Buffy can’t believe Xander’s callousness.
Willow: (trying to mediate) This isn’t about attacking Buffy. Remember,
‘I’ statements only. ‘I feel angry.’ ‘I feel worried.’
Cordelia: Fine. Here’s one: I feel worried… about me! Last time
around, Angel barely laid a hand on Buffy. He was way more interested
in killing her friends.
Buffy: But he’s better now.
Xander: Better for how long, Buffy? I mean, did you even think about
that?
Buffy: (stands up) What is this, Demons Anonymous? (starts to leave) I
don’t need an intervention, here.

Giles: Oh, don’t you? (Buffy stops and faces him) You must’ve known it
was wrong seeing Angel or you wouldn’t have hidden it from all of us.
Buffy: (desperate and defensive) I was going to tell you, I was. I-it
was just that I… I didn’t know why he came back. I just wanted to
wait.
Xander: For what? For Angel to go psycho again the next time you give
him a happy?
Buffy: (raising her voice defensively) I’m not going to… (raises her
hand to him) We’re not together like that.
Oz: But you were kissing him.
Willow gives Oz a quick look, then looks at Buffy, worried. Buffy thinks
about the implication of Oz’s accusation, and looks at Xander.
Buffy: You were spying on me? (steps toward him) What gives you the
right?
Cordelia: What gives you the right to suck face with your demon lover
again?
Buffy: (defensive again) It was an accident.
Xander: What, you just tripped and fell on his lips?
Buffy: It was wrong, okay? I know that, and I know that it can’t happen
again. But you guys have to believe me. I would never put you in any
danger. If I thought for a second that Angel was going to hurt anyone…
Xander: …you would stop him. Like you did last time with Ms.
Calendar.
Buffy is completely taken aback by Xander’s totally insensitive and
unfair attack, and can’t utter a word in response. Willow senses that
it’s time to intercede.
Willow: (nervously) Buffy, I feel that when it comes to Angel, you
can’t see straight. And that’s why we’re, we’re all gonna help you face
this.
Buffy: But he’s better now. I swear. Look, you guys, he’s the one that
found the Glove of Myhnegon. H-he’s keeping it safe for us in the
mansion.
Xander: (spreads his arms) Right! Great plan. Leave tons of firepower
with the Scary Guy, and leave us to clean up the mess.
He makes tracks to leave the library, intent on doing something about
this. Buffy takes him by the arm and spins him around to face her.
Buffy: You would just love an excuse to hurt him, wouldn’t you?
Xander: I don’t need an excuse. I think lots of dead people actually
constitutes a reason.
Buffy: Right. This is all nobility. This has nothing to do with
jealousy.
Xander gives her a haughty grin, but is interrupted before he can
continue.
Cordelia: Hello? Miss Not-Over-Yourself-Yet?
Buffy: (shakes her head in warning) Don’t you start with me.
Cordelia looks to Giles for support.

Willow: (upset) Giles, no one’s doing the ‘I’ statements!
Giles: That’s enough! Everybody. Now, Buffy knows our concerns, and her
actions, however ill-advised, can be understood. (Cordelia shakes her
head) Our… priority right now is to retrieve the Glove of Myhnegon and
try to destroy it. Now, all of you, back to classes.
One after the other they all get up, gather their things and go. Giles
goes into his office, his hands firmly stuffed into his pockets. Once
there he takes off his jacket and hangs it around the back of his chair.
Buffy follows him and stops by the office door.
Buffy: (uneasily) Thanks for the bail in there.
Giles doesn’t face her, and instead unbuttons his vest.
Buffy: I know this is a lot to absorb, but Angel did find the glove,
and that was a good…
Giles: (interrupts) Be quiet. (slowly turns to face her) (sternly) I
won’t remind you that the fate of the world often lies with the Slayer.
What would be the point? Nor shall I remind you that you’ve jeopardized
the lives of all that you hold dear by harboring a known murderer. But
sadly, I must remind you that Angel tortured me… for hours… for
pleasure. You should have told me he was alive. You didn’t. You have no
respect for me, or the job I perform.
Buffy averts her eyes in shame. Giles turns back to his desk, sits down
and leans back in thought. Buffy just stands in the doorway for a long
moment before leaving quietly.
Cut to Faith’s motel room. There is a knock at the door. Faith opens it,
stake raised and ready. She is surprised to see Gwendolyn standing
there. She lowers the stake as Mrs. Post enters.
Gwendolyn: A word of advice? Vampires rarely knock. Especially in
daylight. (closes the door)
Faith: Oh, right.
Gwendolyn: (looks around) So… this is your home.
Faith: Yeah. (gestures around the room) The decorator actually just
left.
Gwendolyn: Faith, do you know who the Spartans were? (leans against the
dresser)
Faith: Wild stab: a bunch of guys from Spart? (sits on the bed)
Gwendolyn: They were the fiercest warriors known to Ancient Greece. And
they lived in quarters very much like these. Do you know why? Because a
true fighter needs nothing else. I’m going to be very hard on you,
Faith. I will not brook insolence or laziness. And I will not allow
blunders like last night’s attack. You will probably hate me a great
deal of the time.
Faith: (smiles sardonically) You think?
Gwendolyn: (steps over to the bed) But I will make you a better Slayer,
(sits next to Faith) and that will keep you alive. You have to trust
that I am right. God only knows what Mr. Giles has been filling your
head with.
Faith: Giles is okay.
Gwendolyn: (stands) His methods are unfathomable to me. I find him
entirely confounding. But that is not important. Let him have his games
and secret meetings.

Faith: What meetings?
Gwendolyn: Oh, I don’t know. Something with Buffy and her friends.
Faith: Oh, right. I guess that doesn’t include me.
Gwendolyn: And why does he let her socialize so much? It hardly
seems… No matter. Would you like to do some training?
Faith: Training? (stands up) As in kicking and punching and stabbing?
Gwendolyn: (smiles) Yes, that’s the idea.
Faith: I’m your girl.
Cut to the halls at Sunnydale High. The bell rings. Buffy walks around
the corner and stops when she sees Willow at her locker. She takes a
breath to calm herself and heads over to her friend.
Buffy: Hey.
Willow: Hey! (continues gathering her stuff)
Buffy: So on a scale of one to a million, how much are you hating me
right now?
Willow: (jumpy, trying to hide her feelings) Zero. You were scared, you
kept a secret, you know? (zips closed her backpack) That’s-it-it’s okay.
I mean, secrets aren’t bad. You know, they’re normal. (slips her pack
onto her shoulder) They’re better than normal. They’re good. Secrets are
good. Must be a reason why we keep them, right? (closes her locker)
Buffy: Yeah, I guess.
They start down the hall.
Willow: So, are you going to the Bronze tonight, or, uh, are you gonna
sneak away for a not-so-secret rendezvous with Angel?
Buffy: None of the above. I’m gonna try and kill this Lagos guy. Peace
offering to Giles.
Willow: Well, Angel has the glove now, right?
Buffy: Yep. But Lagos doesn’t know that. I figure sooner or later he’s
bound to show up at that crypt looking for it.
Willow: Ah, but instead he finds a Buffy in a not-so-good mood.
Buffy: That’s my brilliant plan.
Cut to the Bronze that evening. Xander makes his breaking shot at a pool
table. He goes over to the pocket where he accidentally sank his cue
ball, retrieves it and walks back around the table to continue
practicing. Faith approaches the table.
Faith: You look pissed.
Xander: Rough day. (chooses his shot)
Faith: Tell me about it.
Xander: (places the cue ball) Rather just shoot. (aims his cue stick)
Faith: Don’t think I don’t know what you and your pals were talking
about behind my back today.
Xander: (takes his shot) Yeah? And what was that? (looks for his next
shot)

Faith: More about this glove deal than you’re saying.
Xander: The Glove of Myhnegon? Right. (aims his cue stick) How’d you
like a hit of some real news: Angel’s still alive.
He takes his shot and starts walking around the table again, looking for
his next shot. Faith looks at him in wide-eyed surprise.
Faith: The vampire.
Xander: Back in town. Saw him myself. Toting the popular and famous
glove.
He bends down again to take aim for his shot.
Faith: Angel.
Xander makes this shot and watches the balls ricochet.
Faith: Guy like that, with that kind of glove, could kill a whole mess
of people.
Xander: Said the same thing to Buffy myself. Weird how she didn’t seem
to care. (aims for his next shot)
Faith: Buffy knew he was alive.
Xander takes his shot.
Faith: I can’t believe her.
Xander: (walks around the table) She says he’s clean.
Faith: Yeah, well, I say we can’t afford to find out. (has Xander’s
full attention) I say I deal with this problem right now. I say I slay.
Xander: Can I come?
He puts down his cue stick and they head out.
Cut to Giles’ office at the library. He is researching at his desk. He
hears footsteps and turns around to stand up and see who it is.
Gwendolyn: You wanted to see me, Mr. Giles?
Giles: (grabs his coat) Yes. I do apologize for bringing you in at this
late hour. (pulls it on)
Gwendolyn: Please. A good Watcher must be awake and alert at all hours.
Giles: Would you like some tea?
He tosses his glasses onto his desk and steps over to his tea-making
implements to prepare his teapot and two cups.
Gwendolyn: God, yes, please. I’m completely knackered. (goes to Giles’
chair) I spent the afternoon training with Faith. (sits) She doesn’t
lack for energy.
Giles: (chuckles) She’s your first Slayer, I take it?
Gwendolyn: If you’re questioning my qualifications…
Giles: No, I’m not. (pours water from the kettle into his teapot) I,
uh, have the utmost respect for your methods… (faces her, holding the
teapot) in my own American way. (leans against his desk) I also have the
glove. (Gwendolyn looks at him expectantly) Oh, not actually on me, but,
uh, I believe it’s safe. It’s in a mansion on Crawford Street. A-a-a
friend of Buffy’s is keeping it there.

Gwendolyn: (stands up) Well. We must get to it. Immediately. Hide it
before someone else finds it.
Giles: Or better still, destroy it.
Gwendolyn: (surprised) Destroy it?
Giles: (stands up and sets down the teapot) Yes, I-I… I didn’t think
it could be done either, but… (goes to his desk for a book) It
involves transforming fire (show her the book) into Living Flame and
immolating the glove.
Gwendolyn reads the pages where Giles indicates.
Giles: I-i-it’s complex, but, uh, I believe I have all the necessary
materials.
He goes back to his desk and checks his gathered inventory.
Gwendolyn: Well, (puts the book down) I must say, Mr. Giles… Good
show.
She steps up behind him and hits him across the back of the neck with a
wooden tribal statue. His knees give and he stumbles, but doesn’t fall.
He turns to face her, giving her a stunned look.
Gwendolyn: Good show indeed.
She swings the statue again at his temple. It hits him hard, and he
falls unconscious to the floor.
~~ Part 3 ~~
The Restfield Cemetery in front of the Von Hauptman family crypt. Willow
paces and Buffy sits on a stone bench while they wait for Lagos to show
up.
Willow: Um, not to downplay my own slaying abilities, which in some
circles are considered formidable, but shouldn’t Faith be here?
Buffy: I tried calling, but no one was home. Look, if you’re feeling
any demon-o-phobia, please, splitting is totally an option. You’re not
the one in trouble with Giles.
Willow: That’s true. (continues pacing)
Buffy: How long do you think he can stay angry at me, anyway?
Willow: The emotional marathon man? (shrugs)
Buffy: Yeah. I can’t really blame him. It’s weird, though. Now that my
secret… Angel, it’s all out in the open… I feel better.
Willow: Well, sure you do. This big burden’s been lifted. I mean,
keeping secrets is a lot of work. (stops pacing) One could
hypothetically imagine.
Buffy: You have no idea.
Willow: (laughs uneasily) None whatsoever. But… (sits next to Buffy)
Can I ask you a question? (Buffy nods) When you were with Angel and
nobody knew about it, did that make it feel, you know, sexier somehow?
Buffy: Not really. It’s too much pressure. After a while, it even makes
the fun parts… not so fun.
Willow: (disappointed) Oh.
Buffy: (wondering what’s up) What makes you think all this secret stuff

is sexy, anyway?
Willow: (nervously defensive) Nothing. I’m just wondering. Gotta keep
asking the big old questions when you’re blessed with this girl’s thirst
for knowledge and… (gives in) Okay. There’s something I have to tell
you.
Buffy: What?
Willow: (gets up) Okay. This will make me feel better, right? You know,
I always consider myself a good person. Floss, do my homework, never
cheat. But lately, and please don’t judge me on this, but I want you to
be the first to know that, that… (sees Lagos) there’s a demon behind
you.
Buffy looks behind her and kicks her legs up to spin herself around on
the bench. She uses the momentum of the spin to start a running attack.
She jumps into a twin pike kick to Lago’s stomach. It has no real effect
on Lagos, just making him take a step backward as she falls flat to the
ground. Willow looks on, worried and unable to help. Lagos reaches down
for Buffy and grabs her by the neck. He pulls her up only to flip her
back down to the ground in a sloppy front tuck. She lands hard on her
back. Willow wants to help, but can only watch. Buffy gets to her feet
and comes at Lagos with a combination of a punch to the gut and the
face, a half spin, a backhand punch to the face, another half spin and
another backhand punch. She tries for an elbow jab, but he blocks it,
grabs her arm and reaches for her leg, and lifts her up above his head.
Willow is afraid for her friend and waves her hands wildly in protest.
Willow: Don’t…
Lagos suddenly drops Buffy, and she lands hard on her back. Willow
cringes at the sight. Buffy quickly gets to her feet and steps to her
right as Lagos swings a fist at her head. He misses her and smashes his
fist into a stone cross. Taking advantage of the opening, Buffy steps in
and front snap kicks him in the gut, following up with a roundhouse kick
to his face, a full spin and another roundhouse kick to his crotch.
Lagos doubles over in pain. Willow winces at how painful it looked.
Buffy spies the battle-ax on his back.
Buffy: Now we’re talking.
She grabs the ax, pulls it from its sheath and swings it around as Lagos
straightens back up. In one stroke Lagos is suddenly headless. His head
rolls along the ground a ways before coming to rest. Willow pumps her
fists into the air in front of her.
Willow: Yes!
She quickly plays down her gesture into crossed arms. Buffy comes
walking back to her.
Buffy: Sorry about that. So, what were you saying?
Willow: Oh, I… (decides against a confession) I opened my SAT test
booklet five minutes early. (Buffy gives her a blank look) Just doesn’t
seem important now, does it?
Buffy: (smiles) Your secret’s safe with me. (looks at Lagos’ body) Come
on. Let’s go bring Giles some happiness.
She shoulders the battle-ax, and the two girls head for the library.
Cut to the library. Faith and Xander barge in and head for the cage, and
the weapons cabinet within.
Xander: Good old Sunnydale library. Fully equipped with reference
books, file cards… (opens the cabinet doors) and weapons.
Faith: Beauty. (reaches in)

Xander: I call crossbow. (reaches for it)
Faith: You got it.
They gather an array of weapons. Xander grabs some bolts for the bow.
They close the doors when they have what they want.
Xander: All right, ready to go?
Faith: That I am.
They start to head out, when Xander hears a moan coming from Giles’
office.
Xander: Wait.
Faith: What?
Xander hurries into the office. He sets down the crossbow when he sees
Giles on the floor and kneels down to help him.
Xander: Oh, my God. It’s Giles! (holds his head) Giles, can you hear
me? (looks around) What the hell happened?
Faith: Gee, let me guess.
Xander: (trying not to panic) Stop. Hold it. Just think a minute.
Faith: Yeah, I’m thinking. Thinking Buffy’s ex-meat did this.
Xander: (grabs the phone) It’s not Angel’s style. (dials 911)
Faith: The guy’s a demon! How much more proof do you need?
Xander: Bite marks would be nice. (into the phone) Yeah, I have a
medical emergency. Sunnydale High.
Faith: Screw this waiting crap. (starts to go)
Xander: Faith, if we leave, Giles could die!
Faith: (from the checkout counter) Yeah, and he’s gonna have a whole
lot of company, unless I do something permanent. (starts to go again)
Xander: Wait!
Faith: For what? You to grow a pair? You handle the baby-sit, and I’m
gonna kill Angel. (strides out)
Xander: Damn it!
He waits on the phone, holding Giles’ head.
Cut to Angel’s mansion. He has a fire going in an urn and several small
bowls of powders in various colors on a small table.
Angel: Exorere, Flamma Vitae. Prodi ex loco tuo elementorum, in hunc
mundum vivorum.
Translation: Arise, Flame of Life. Come forth from your place of the
elements, into this world of the living.
He shakes some of a green powder into his hand, throws it into the
flame, and it begins to burn green.
Angel: Exorere, Flamma Vitae. Prodi ex loco tuo elementorum, in hunc
mundum vivorum.
Translation: Arise, Flame of Life. Come forth from your place of the

elements, into this world of the living.
He shakes some of a red powder into his hand, throws it into the flame,
and it begins to burn red.
Cut to the library. Buffy and Willow open the doors and walk in.
Buffy: Giles is gonna be psyched that we showed up stuffy old Mrs.
Post.
They see the paramedics there with Giles on a gurney. Buffy tosses the
battle-ax over the counter.
Buffy: Oh, my God. (runs to Giles’ side)
Paramedic: (into her radio) Sunnydale Medical…
Buffy: What happened?
Paramedic: (into her radio) …Caucasian male, mid-forties…
Buffy: Giles…
Paramedic: …blunt object head trauma. Notify ER, we’re bringing him
in.
Buffy: What happened?
Paramedic: No time for this. (starts to wheel him out)
Giles: (feebly) Wait… (the paramedics stop) Buffy, you must… must
destroy the glove.
Paramedic: (sternly) You want him to live? Get out of the way.
She and her partner quickly roll Giles from the library.
Giles: Use… Living… Flame…
Paramedic: Move!
They slam the library doors open with the gurney and turn down the hall.
Willow looks at Xander, worried and wanting to know what went down.
Buffy watches until the gurney has disappeared, then also turns to
Xander for an explanation. He just gives her a blank stare.
Buffy: What happened?
Xander: Your boyfriend’s not as cured as you thought.
Buffy: What makes you think that Angel had anything to do with this?
Xander: We saw what you saw.
Buffy: So you just assume?
Xander: I didn’t. Faith did.
Willow gives Buffy a concerned look.
Buffy: (very worried) What did you tell her?
Xander: Only what everyone knows. She’s a big girl. Came to her own
conclusions.
Buffy: (angry) How much of a head start does she have?
Xander: Ten minutes.
Buffy: (steps over to Willow) Go through Giles’ research. Figure out

how to destroy the glove.
She glares at Xander for a second, not believing that he could actually
do such a thing, and then runs from the library. Willow watches her go,
then looks at Xander accusingly. He tries to say something, but Willow
doesn’t let him get a single word out.
Willow: Shut up and help me.
She heads for Giles’ office. Xander follows close behind.
Cut to Angel’s mansion. The red Living Flame burns intensely in the urn.
Angel turns around to get the glove, but stops when he sees Gwendolyn
walk in. He stares at her unwaveringly.
Angel: What do you want?
Gwendolyn: Gwen Post. Mr. Giles sent me.
Angel: What for?
Gwendolyn: To help you destroy the glove. (looks at the urn) Is that
the Living Flame?
Angel: Yes.
Gwendolyn: (goes to the table by the urn) Look, I’m sorry to be so
abrupt, but Lagos is on his way here now. (looks it over) If you’re
performing the ritual incorrectly, it will only make the glove more
powerful.
Angel: Alright. (steps up to the flame)
Gwendolyn: Good. Where is the glove?
Angel: It’s in the trunk.
He turns around again to get the glove from the trunk. Gwendolyn grabs a
shovel that’s leaning against the table and swings it hard into his
head. He falls to the floor unconscious.
Gwendolyn: That’s what I love about this town. Everyone’s so helpful.
~~ Part 4 ~~
Angel’s mansion. Gwendolyn hurries over to the trunk and tries to open
it. She finds it locked.
Gwendolyn: Bugger.
She tries yanking at the old padlock, but it doesn’t give.
Gwendolyn: Bugger!
She takes the shovel and jams it into the padlock a few times. The old
lock breaks readily. She reaches down to remove it. Behind her Angel
gets up from the floor sporting his game face.
Angel: Okay…
Gwendolyn looks at him in surprise.
Angel: That hurt.
Gwendolyn: (holds the shovel defensively) It was supposed to kill you.
If you’d been human, it would have. But… (breaks the handle over her
knee) I believe this is your poison.
She swings at Angel’s midsection with her long makeshift stake, but he
sidesteps her to avoid the blow. She swings back the other way, but this

time aims for his face, and he ducks it. She swings again, but Angel
middle blocks the hit and takes the opportunity to punch her in the
face. She falls down hard and loses her grip on the shovel handle. She
scrambles onto all fours and starts to make a run for it. Angel circles
around the urn with the Living Flame, grabs her by the back of the neck
as she rises to her feet, pushes down on her neck to stop her and throws
her against a wall. She slides to the floor nearly unconscious. Angel
grabs her by the shoulder just as Faith barges in holding a long club
with a steel hook embedded in the business end.
Faith: Mrs. Post!
Angel lets go of Gwendolyn, roars and faces his new adversary.
Faith: (intensely angry) I can’t believe how much I’m gonna kill you.
Angel: (stands his ground) You’re not getting that glove.
Faith: You wanna bet?

Before she has a chance to attack with her club, Angel does a low in-to-
out crescent kick, knocking it from her hands. Faith body checks him,

but he easily absorbs the blow, taking only a slight step backward.
Gwendolyn begins to come to, and watches the fight. Angel does a
backhand swing to Faith’s head, making it snap back and to the side. She
whirls back around, infuriated, and delivers a backhand punch to his
face followed immediately with another punch. Angel tries to return with
a punch, but he swings too wide, and Faith has plenty of time to duck
it. Angel’s follow through leaves him in an awkward position, and Faith
takes immediate advantage. She bends over his right side and holds onto
him for support as she kicks up backwards, hitting him in the head with
a reverse snap kick. He is dazed with pain. She steps away from his side
and stomps down on the back of his right knee, causing him to collapse.
Faith grabs Angel by the shirt and launches him into the air. He lands
on one side of the couch and backrolls over the coffee table to the
other section set at a right angle. He is severely stunned. Faith runs
over to him, sees that he is defenseless and raises her stake. She
swings down hard with it directly at his chest, when out of nowhere an
arm reaches in and stays her swing. She looks to her side and sees that
it’s Buffy.
Faith: (very confused) What?
Buffy grabs her by the waist and throws her away from Angel.
Cut to the library. Willow and Xander are grinding and mixing powders
for the spell to invoke Living Flame.
Xander: Think we got it?
Willow: Well, it’s either the catalyst for Living Flame or just some
really smelly sand. (looks at Xander, worried) We’ll have to test this.
Xander: I’ll double-check.
He reads through his book, and Willow notices his suddenly intent stare
while reading.
Willow: What?
Xander: I know what the glove does.
He angles the book so she can read and points to a passage. She quickly
absorbs the information.
Willow: There’s no time to test this.
She quickly grabs a plastic bag and pulls it open. Xander blows out the
candles on the table, grabs the grinding bowl and pours the mix into the
plastic bag. Willow spins the neck of the bag to seal it, and they both

race out of the library.
Cut to Angel’s mansion. Buffy is faced off against Faith, ready to
fight.
Buffy: I can’t let you do it, Faith.
Faith: You’re confused, Twinkie. (smiles ironically) Let me clear you
up. (points at Angel) Vampire. (points at herself) Slayer. (points at
Angel again) Dead vampire.
Buffy: There’s a lot that you don’t understand.
Gwendolyn: (groggy) Faith…
The two Slayers look over at her.
Gwendolyn: (weak from her fight) She doesn’t know. She’s blinded by
love.
Buffy: Faith, no.
Gwendolyn: Trust me.
Faith looks back and forth between them.
Buffy: (drops her guard) Faith, we can figure this out…
Faith does a full spinning hook kick to Buffy’s face. She takes the hit
hard, falling to her knees. Faith delivers two roundhouse kicks to
Buffy’s gut while she’s still on the floor. Buffy stands up and does an
uppercut punch to Faith’s right arm, knocking the stake from her hand.
Buffy backhand punches Faith in the face, and punches her in the chest.
She shoves Faith backward, and Faith takes a few stumbling steps, trying
to steady herself. Buffy does a jumping double roundhouse kick,
alternating her legs, both of which are blocked by Faith. Buffy tries a
backhand punch, but Faith blocks it. Buffy whirls around and punches
Faith in the face with her other hand, catching Faith off guard. Faith
leans in again and tries to punch Buffy, but she middle blocks it and
punches Faith in the gut and again in the face. Faith drops to the
floor, but thinks fast and tries to sweep kick Buffy’s legs out from
under her, but Buffy jumps to avoid it. Faith scrambles back up, and the
two girls face off again. Buffy blocks two roundhouse kicks from Faith.
Buffy tries a high out-to-in crescent kick, which Faith easily ducks.
Faith rises back up and does a spinning back kick that hits Buffy
squarely in the back, sending her to her knees. Faith rushes up behind
her and grabs her in a choke hold around her neck. Buffy grabs Faith’s
arm and twists her body around, trying to throw Faith off, but to no
avail. She grabs Faith’s fingers and pulls them backward, cracking her
knuckles.
Faith: Auuuugh!
Now Buffy is able to throw Faith off with a twist of her body, and both
girls end up on the floor. Faith rolls into a wall, hitting her back
against a corner. Buffy scrambles to her feet and runs at Faith, but she
snaps out her leg and trips Buffy, making her fall again. Buffy rolls
over her back and to her knees. While she is still crouched, Faith comes
in for an axe kick, trying to hit her on the way down. Buffy cross
blocks her leg, grabs her ankle and raises her arms, throwing Faith off
balance and to the floor. Faith quickly gets to her feet, and the two
Slayers face off once again. Buffy rushes Faith and grabs her by the
waist. The two of them go crashing through the French doors out into the
atrium. When the glass has fallen, they both roll away from each other
and to their feet, facing off a fourth time. Faith gives Buffy an angry
look, spins all the way around and backhand punches Buffy in the face.
Faith tries another backhand punch, which Buffy blocks. Faith punches
Buffy in the gut and does another backhand punch to her face, this time
connecting and forcing Buffy to her hands and knees. Faith advances on
her, but Buffy does a crouching back kick to her stomach, making her

stagger backward into a metal garden chair. She quickly gets up, grabs
the chair and throws it at Buffy, who sidesteps it, and it clangs to the
stone walk.
Cut inside. Xander and Willow come running into the mansion and find
Gwendolyn still dazed by the wall.
Gwendolyn: The glove! It’s in the trunk.
Xander: (reassuringly) We’ll get it.
Gwendolyn: (to Xander) Help Faith.
Cut to the atrium. Faith does a half-spinning crescent kick, which Buffy
ducks, but gets hit instead with Faith’s next roundhouse kick. Faith
swings a punch at Buffy, but she ducks it and blocks a backhand from
Faith as well. Buffy fakes a punch and instead elbows Faith in the gut.
Faith ducks the next punch. Buffy pushes Faith backwards and does a half
spinning hook kick to her face, almost making her lose her balance.
Cut inside. Xander looks up at the two Slayers fighting it out. He
rushes out to intercede. Willow helps Gwendolyn to her feet.
Cut to the atrium. Faith does a jumping roundhouse kick, which Buffy
ducks. Xander comes rushing out through the broken doors.
Xander: What are you… (sees them faced off again and gets between
them) Stop! Guys, listen!
Faith grabs him by the shirt and throws him into a lamppost. He bounces
off of it and hits the stone walkway hard. Back at the doorway, Buffy
does a diving punch, knocking Faith in the head and making her cry out
in pain.
Cut inside. Gwendolyn makes a beeline for the trunk with the glove. She
throws the lid open and unfolds the rags wrapped around the glove.
Reverently she takes the glove out of the trunk and cradles it in her
hands.
Gwendolyn: (smiling wickedly) Finally.
Behind her Willow is confused by her words and actions. Sensing Willow’s
proximity, Gwendolyn swings the glove around in a wide arc, hitting her
in the face. She falls to the marble floor unconscious.
Cut to the atrium. Faith punches, but Buffy blocks. Buffy tries to
punch, but is also blocked. Faith tries again, and is blocked again.
Buffy grabs onto Faith’s throat, and Faith reaches up to try to pry
Buffy’s hand off of her.
Cut inside. Gwendolyn holds the glove in her left hand and looks down at
it. Slowly she slides her right arm into the glove. Once it’s inside,
she makes a fist with the clawed fingers. Suddenly the metal claws
surrounding the glove’s opening begin closing, puncturing her arm one at
a time until all ten have become permanently embedded in her forearm’s
flesh. She holds up her gloved arm and smiles maniacally at the sight,
seemingly oblivious to the pain. She extends her arm above her, up
toward the huge skylight and recites the Gaelic spell that will invoke
the power of the glove.
Gwendolyn: Taou huogan maqachte milegaing!
Translation: Be mine, the power of Myhnegon!
Up in the sky lightning strikes and thunder booms. Outside Buffy and
Faith stop their fighting to see what’s going on. Inside Gwendolyn
breathes excitedly as she waits for the power to become hers. Lightning
strikes again above the skylight. Outside Buffy and Faith stare at
Gwendolyn, still holding onto each other, not yet willing to take the
chance on releasing their grip. Inside Gwendolyn stares intently up at

the sky, awaiting her reward for being the new wearer of the Glove of
Myhnegon. Outside the two Slayers realize their fight is no longer with
each other, and let go.
Faith: What’s going on?
Gwendolyn allows herself to be distracted, lowers her gloved arm and
looks over at Faith.
Gwendolyn: (smiling maliciously) Faith! A word of advice: you’re an
idiot.
Faith and Buffy both look at her in disbelief. Gwendolyn once again
raises her arm to the sky and utters the words that will call forth the
power of the glove.
Gwendolyn: Tauo freim!
Translation: Be free!
On the floor Willow wakes up and turns around just in time to see a
blindlingly bright bolt of lightning smash through the skylight and
strike the glove. Shards of shattered glass fall everywhere, but
Gwendolyn ignores them and rejoices in her new-found power. She turns to
face the Slayers and extends the glove toward them.
Gwendolyn: Tauo freim!
Translation: Be free!
The bolt of energy leaps from the glove at the two girls. They scramble
out of the way, and the bolt hits a tree in the atrium, instantly
setting it ablaze. Buffy and Faith look at it in amazement, then turn
their attention to what they can do about Gwendolyn. Angel also comes to
now, and quickly takes in the situation. Willow gets to her feet and
begins backing away, stiff with fear, staring at Gwendolyn in shocked
horror. The would-be Watcher spins around and aims the glove at her.
Gwendolyn: Tauo freim!
Translation: Be free!
Thinking fast, Angel jumps to his feet and rushes toward Willow. A
lightning bolt shoots through the skylight, hits the glove and is
redirected at Willow. Angel reaches her just in time and roughly tackles
her to the floor out of harm’s way. The bolt hits the fireplace instead
and leaves a deep scorch mark in the marble. Outside Buffy comes up with
a plan.
Buffy: (to Faith) Can you draw her fire?
Faith: You bet I can.
Buffy: Go do it.
Faith gets to her feet and runs into the mansion. Gwendolyn sees her
coming. Faith ducks into a hallway and keeps running. Gwendolyn surmises
that Faith will appear at the other hallway leading from the opposite
end of the room, and extends her arm in that direction.
Gwendolyn: Tauo freim!
Translation: Be free!
Another lightning bolt strikes the glove and is sent in the direction of
the hallway just as Faith comes running out of it. She dives behind the
couch, avoiding the blast from the glove. Thrilled with the power that
is now hers, Gwendolyn holds the glove up before her, staring at it with
lustful desire in her eyes.

Gwendolyn: There’s nothing you can do to me now.
Outside Buffy sifts through the broken glass, finds a larger shard, gets
to her feet and runs into the mansion.
Gwendolyn: I have the glove. With the glove comes the power.
Buffy: I’m getting that.
Gwendolyn looks over at Buffy in surprise. Buffy throws the shard of
glass end over end. It flies like a spinning blade at Gwendolyn and
slices cleanly through her upper arm, severing it and the glove from her
body. With nothing to control it now, the power of the glove becomes
erratic, and small bolts and sparks leap from it in random directions.
Another bolt of lightning strikes through the skylight, and not having a
target this time, hits Gwendolyn in the chest, with a few small tendrils
going in through her eyes. She screams at the top of her lungs as her
body begins to writhe in pain. Everyone watches helplessly as she keeps
screaming and the lightning bolts keep coming. Buffy shuts her eyes to
the sight. A moment later, with one final bright lightning strike,
what’s left of a one-armed Gwendolyn vanishes in a bright flash of light
and energy. A few small arcs of electricity are all that remain as the
last of the energy dissipates, and the mansion is again in relative
darkness. Buffy opens her eyes. Willow and Angel get to their feet.
Outside Xander gets up also and heads inside. Faith stands up from
behind the couch. All that is left in the center of the room are bits of
glass and framework from the skylight, a cloud of smoke slowly rising
upward and the Glove of Myhnegon with Gwendolyn’s severed arm still
firmly in its grip. One by one the ten claws open up, releasing it.
Cut to Sunnydale High the next day. Cut to the student lounge. Willow
and Oz are sitting on one of the couches across the coffee table from
Xander and Cordelia, who are sitting on the other.
Cordelia: So there’s no more glove thingy?
Xander: No. Little Living Flame, little mesquite, gone for good.
Oz: Sounds like we missed a lot of fun.
Xander: Then we’re telling it wrong.
Willow: What do you think Buffy and Angel are gonna do?
Xander: Boy, do I don’t know. (nods)
Cordelia gives him a strange look.
Willow: Well, he saved me from a horrible flamey death. That sort of
makes me like him again. (smiles thinly)
Xander: Well, as long as she and Angel don’t get pelvic, we’ll be okay,
I guess.
Cordelia doesn’t like the way Xander phrased that, and crosses her arms.
Buffy walks up the stairs to meet them. Xander sits up straight.
Buffy: What are you guys talking about?
Oz: Oddly enough, your boyfriend. Again.
Buffy: (looks down sadly) He’s not my boyfriend. (sits next to Xander)
Really, truly, he’s… (sighs) I don’t know.
She looks over at Xander and Cordelia. They both look back.
Buffy: (hesitatingly) Are we cool?
Xander: Yeah! Just seeing the two of you kissing after everything that
happened, I leaned toward the postal. (pauses) But I trust you.

Cordelia: I don’t. Just for the record.
Buffy raises her eyebrows, not all that surprised. Behind her Giles
clears his throat, and she turns to face him. He’s leaning against the
railing with a large bandage on his left temple.
Buffy: Let me guess: Gwendolyn Post: not a Watcher.
Giles: Yes, she was. (cautiously takes the steps) She was, uh, kicked
out by the council a couple of years ago for misuses of dark power. They
swear there was a memo.
Buffy: Well, I better go. (to Xander) Little more damage control.
She gets up and heads out of the lounge.
Willow: (sighs) The whole Angel thing is so weird.
Giles: (slowly sits next to Xander) Yes, well, we’ll have to see how
that unfolds, won’t we?
Cut to Faith’s motel room. She’s lying on the bed, flipping through a
magazine and watching Dragnet in black and white. A man opens his door
to talk with the officers.
Man: Yes, sir?
Friday: Police officers. My name’s Friday, this is…
There’s a knock on Faith’s door.
Man: How are you?
Faith: Come in.
Buffy opens the door, peeks in and then comes into the room.
Buffy: Hey.
Man: Called the police just a little while ago. Talked to a man down
there. I didn’t get his name, though.
Buffy: The place looks nice.
Faith: Yeah, it’s real Spartan.
Friday: Can you show us where they broke in, please?
Buffy: How are you?
Faith: Five-by-five.
Buffy: I’ll interpret that as good.
Faith doesn’t respond, but just continues paging through her magazine.
Buffy: Look, Gwendolyn Post, or whoever she may be, had us all fooled.
Even Giles.
Faith: (without looking up) Yeah, well, you can’t trust people. I
should’ve learned that by now.
Buffy: I realize this is gonna sound funny coming from someone that
just spent a lot of time kicking your face… but you can trust me.
Faith: (looks up, amused) Is that right? (tosses the magazine aside)
Buffy: I know I kept secrets, but I didn’t have a choice. I’m on your
side.

Faith: I’m on my side, (nods) and that’s enough.
Buffy: (shakes her head) Not always.
Faith: (shrugs) Is that it?
Buffy: Yeah, I guess.
Faith: Alright. Well, then, I’ll see you.
She averts her eyes and stares at the TV. Buffy takes the hint and
turns to go. Faith shakes her head, having a second thought.
Faith: Uh, Buffy?
Buffy: (faces her expectantly) Yeah?
Faith reconsiders again for a long moment, and changes her mind again.
Faith: Nothing.
Buffy lowers her eyes, disappointed. Slowly she turns back to the door,
opens it and leaves.
Faith looks around her Spartan room and inhales and exhales deeply. Cut
outside. Buffy goes over to the stairs and pauses for a moment, staring
sadly into space, and then starts down the steps. Cut inside. The camera
pulls back on Faith alone in her bed, staring out of the window for a
moment, then back at the TV.

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