[Transcript of "Buffy The Vampire Slayer" episode Some Assembly Required at buffyology.com.]
In every generation there is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer.
BUFFY sits atop the gravestone of Stephan Korshak, playing with her yo-yo.
C'mon, Stephan, rise and shine. Some of us have a ton of trig homework waiting.
Hey.
Buffy inhales a quick startled breath and turns around to face ANGEL.
Is this a bad time?
Are you crazy? You don't just sneak up on people in a graveyard. You make noise when you walk. You stomp or... yodel.
I heard you were on the hunt.
I'm supposed to be, but... lazy bones here doesn't wanna come out and play.
When you first wake up it's a little disorienting. He'll show.
It's weird to think of you going through that.
It's weird to go through. So... you're here alone?
Yeah. Why?
I just thought you'd have somebody with you. Xander or someone.
Xander.
Or someone.
She hops down off the gravestone.
Nope. Why? Are you jealous?
Of Xander? Please, he's just a kid.
Is it 'cause I danced with him?
'Danced with' is a pretty loose term. 'Mated with' might be a little closer.
Don't you think you're being a little unfair? It was one little dance, which I only did to make you crazy, by the way. Behold my success.
I am not jealous.
You're not jealous? What, vampires don't get jealous?
Stephan pulls himself out of the ground and peers at them from behind his gravestone.
See? Whenever we fight you always bring up the vampire thing.
Well, I didn't come here to fight.
The vampire lunges at her and knocks her into Angel. They fall to the ground, but Buffy quickly gets up.
Oh, right, I did.
Stephan throws a few punches which Buffy easily blocks. She punches him in the face several times and kicks him in the jaw, sending him stumbling into a large adjacent gravestone. She looks around frantically.
Where's my stake? I know I had a stake!
I didn't see a stake!
The vampire grabs a nearby shovel and comes at them again. Angel attacks, but Stephan brings the shovel up and hits him in the side of the face, knocking him onto his back. He leaves Angel lying there and steps toward Buffy. She meets him and jumps over the shovel as Stephan swings it at her legs. He swings it at her again, but she catches it, hits him again and breaks the handle. She spins around with her half and jams the broken handle into his chest. He falls over backward and bursts into ashes as he hits the ground. Angel gets up holding the side of his head.
What do you mean "He's just a kid"? Does that mean I'm just a kid, too?
Look, obviously I made a mistake coming here tonight.
He turns to leave.
Oh, no you don't. You can't just turn and walk away from me like that. It takes more than that to get rid of me.
With a yelp, she walks right into an open grave with an open and empty coffin at the bottom and hits the bottom with a thud. Angel walks over and bends down to look.
You okay?
I'm fine. Gee, I wish people wouldn't leave open graves laying around like this.
So another vampire has risen tonight.
She pokes her head out of the grave and looks across the grass.
I don't think so. Look at those tracks. Whoever was buried here didn't rise from this grave.
She climbs out of the grave and picks up a girl's shoe.
She was dragged from it.
Opening credit sequence.
Establishing.
Buffy and XANDER walk in and see GILES sitting in a chair and talking to another empty chair across from him. The chair seems to be making him nervous because he stutters through his entire conversation with it.
What I'm proposing is... and I don't mean to appear indecorous, is a social engagement, a date, if you're amenable.
Buffy and Xander stop and listen to him. Giles is displeased with himself.
You idiot!
Boy, I guess we never realized how much you like that chair.
Giles is startled and quickly gets up and faces them, embarrassed.
I was just working on--
Your pickup lines?
In a manner of speaking, yes.
Then if you wouldn't mind a little Gene and Roger, you might wanna leave off the 'idiot' part. Being called an idiot tends to take people out of the dating mood.
Hmm, it actually kinda turns me on.
I fear you. (to Giles) You also might want to avoid words like 'amenable' and 'indecorous', y'know. Speak English, not whatever they speak in--
England?
Yeah. You just say, 'Hey, I got a thing, you maybe have a thing, maybe we could have a thing.'
Oh, thank you, Cyrano.
I'm not finished. Then you say, 'How do you feel about Mexican?'
About Mexicans?
Mexican. Food. You take her for food, for which you then pay.
Oh. Right.
So this chair-woman. We are talking Ms. Calendar, right?
What makes you think that?
Simple deduction. Ms. Calendar is reasonably dollsome, especially for someone in your age bracket. She already knows that you're a school librarian, so you don't have to worry about how to break that embarrassing news to her.
And she's the only woman we've actually ever seen speak to you. Add it all up and it all spells 'duh'.
Now, is it time to have a talk about the facts of life?
You know, I'm suddenly deciding this is none of your business.
Y'know, because that whole stork thing is a smoke screen.
Giles stops and looks back at him, flabbergasted. Buffy laughs to herself.
So how did things go last night? Did Mr. Korshak show up on schedule?
More or less. Angel and I took care of him.
Angel.
Buffy shoots Xander a look.
There's something else, though. We found an empty grave.
Another vampire?
No. No, this one was dug up and the body was taken out.
Grave robbing? That's new. Interesting.
I know you meant to say gross and disturbing.
Yes, yes, of course. Terrible thing. Must put a stop to it. Damn it.
So... why does someone want to dig up graves?
Well, I'll collect some theories. It would help if we knew who the body belonged to.
Meredith Todd. Ring a bell?
No.
She died recently. She was our age.
Drawin' a blank.
Giles points to the computer.
Why don't we ask Willow to fire this thing up and track Meredith down?
Sign-ups for the Science Fair are going on. WILLOW is writing in her entry. ERIC walks up and points a camera at her.
Smile!
Hey!
He turns around and sees another girl.
Oh, look at those legs!
No, thank you.
CHRIS walks up behind Willow.
Eric, will you knock it off?
Eric looks at him, upset to have his fun spoiled.
Hey, Chris!
Hey.
He picks up an application. Willow peers over at him while he writes and he catches her looking.
Oh, I, was just wondering what you were gonna do this year.
Why?
'Cause every year you win and I place second, so I just thought I'd see what I'm up against.
You know what the key is? If Dr. Clark doesn't understand your experiment he gives you higher marks so it looks like he understands your experiment. (reads Willow's entry) 'The Effects of Sub-Violet Light Spectrum Deprivation on the Development of Fruit Flies'? That should do the trick.
CORDELIA arrives with her typical fanfare. She picks up an application form as well.
Okay, I'm doing this under protest. It is not fair that they're making participation in this year's Science Fair mandatory. I don't think anyone should have to do anything educational in school if they don't want to.
'The Tomato: Fruit or Vegetable'?
I wanted to do something I could finish in a weekend, all right?
Eric snaps a picture of Cordelia.
Stop it! What are you doing? (Eric takes another picture) We are under fluorescent light, for God's sake.
The camera loves you!
I didn't think yearbook nerds came out of hibernation till spring.
It's for my private collection.
Eric! Will you quit it?
Comin' through. Sorry. (Eric takes her picture) Sorry to interrupt, Willow, but it's the Bat Signal.
Okay, sure. See you later, Chris. Thanks for the tip.
Okay.
Eric raises his eyebrows at Cordelia suggestively. Disgusted, she turns and leaves as well.
Cordelia's so fine. Y'know, she'd be just perfect for us.
Don't be an idiot. She's alive.
Willow sits down in front of the PC as Cordelia walks in.
This shouldn't take long. I'm probably the only girl in school who has the coroner's office bookmarked as a favorite place.
Hi. Sorry to interrupt your little undead playgroup, but I need to ask Willow if she'll help me with my Science Fair project.
It's a fruit.
I would've asked Chris to help me, but then that would've brought back too many memories of Daryl.
I found it! Meredith Todd died in a car accident last week.
Of course I have learned to deal with my pain.
How was her neck?
Fine, except for being broken.
Giles comes out of his office.
Hello! Can we deal with my pain, please?
There, there.
He pats her on the shoulder and continues up into the stacks.
It says that Meredith and two other girls in the car were killed instantly. They were all on the Fondren High Pep Squad, on the way to a game.
You know what this means.
That Fondren might actually beat Sunnydale in the cross-town body count competition this year?
She wasn't killed by vampires. Somebody did dig up her corpse.
Eww! Why is it that every conversation you people have has the word 'corpse' in it?
Okay, so we got a body snatcher. What does that mean?
Here's what I've come up with. Demons who eat the flesh of the dead to absorb their souls. Or, it could obviously be a voodoo practitioner.
You mean making a zombie?
Zombies, more likely. For most traditional purposes a voodoo priest would require more than one.
So we should see if the other girls from the accident are AWOL, too. Maybe we can figure out what this creep has in mind if we know whether or not he's dealing in volume.
So we dig up some graves tonight?
Oh, boy... a field trip! Are you gonna call Angel?
I don't think so.
Yeah, why bother him, huh?
Angel and I have been... never mind. As far as Angel's concerned, I'm taking the night off, okay?
So, we're set then. Say, nine-ish? BYO shovel?
And I'll pack some food. Who else likes those little powdered doughnuts?
Me.
Cordelia?
Darn, I have cheerleader practice tonight. Boy, I wish I knew we were gonna be digging up dead people sooner. I would've canceled.
All right, but if you come across the army of zombies, can you page us before they eat your flesh?
Cordelia sneers at him and leaves the library.
Xander?
Huh?
Zombies don't eat the flesh of the living.
Yeah, I knew that. But did you see the look on her face?
Giles and Xander are digging while Buffy and Willow relax and watch.
I couldn't believe Angel. He was acting all jealous and he wouldn't even admit it.
Jealous of what?
Of Xander.
Because you did that sexy dance with him?
Am I ever gonna live that down?
No.
Anyway, he was being totally irrational.
Love makes you do the wacky.
That's the truth.
Y'know, this might go a lot faster if you femmes actually picked up a shovel, too.
Here, here.
Sorry, but I'm an old-fashioned gal. I was raised to believe that men dig up the corpses and the women have the babies. (to Willow) So, speaking of the wacky, what was Cordelia's whole riff about painful memories? Who's Daryl?
Daryl Epps. Chris' older brother. He was a big football star. All- State two years ago. He was a running... he was a running... someone who runs and catches.
Was he a studly?
Big time. All of the girls were crazy for him.
And he broke Cordy's heart? Thus possibly proving its existence.
He died. Rock climbing or something. He fell.
Man, that's lousy. Poor Chris.
Ever since then Chris has been real quiet. Kind of in his own world. I heard their mother doesn't even leave the house anymore.
I think we're there.
Buffy and Willow get up and go over to the grave.
By the way, are we hoping to find a body or no body?
Call me an optimist, but I'm hoping to find a fortune in gold doubloons.
Body would mean flesh-eating demon, no body would point toward the... army of zombies thing. Take your pick, really. Right, then...(to Xander) Go on.
You're closer.
Pathetic much? (climbs down) Move over.
She opens the casket.
Cheerleading practice is over and the everyone is heading home.
Guys, if we don't get this down by tomorrow, no one's gonna be led by our cheers. Practice.
Okay. See ya later.
Cordelia continues on to her own car parked across the lot. Soon she is alone. She hears a furtive sound and stops to look around.
Hello?
She continues to her car and starts to dig in her pack for her keys. She gets them out and breaks into a run toward her car. She nervously fumbles with the lock.
Xander Harris, if this is some kind of joke...
She drops her keys and they roll under the car. She kneels down and frantically reaches for them.
On the other side of her car she can see someone in black shoes approaching. She quickly gets up and starts to run. The man follows her and we see him walk past a garbage dumpster. When he's gone the lid opens, and Cordelia checks to see if the coast is clear. She pushes the lid up all the way, then turns around again to hop out, but is startled by Angel.
Cordelia. This is the last place I expected you to hang out.
Oh, God! God, it's you. Why were you following me?
I wasn't sure it was you at first. I'm looking for Buffy.
Buffy? Well, she's... big shock, she's at the graveyard.
She said she'd be home.
Well, she lied. Isn't she a rascal? Well, you're in luck. It just so happens that my night is free. Hold on, my skirt is caught.
She reaches behind her and works her skirt loose.
There.
She pulls out the source of the problem and realizes it's a severed human hand. She drops it and screams.
Xander can be heard outside in the hall.
So both coffins are empty. That makes three girls signed up for the army of zombies.
They come in through the doors.
Is it an army if you just have three?
Angel gets up from the table and faces them. Cordelia clings to his arm, still traumatized by her brush with dismemberment.
Zombie drill team then.
You're back.
Angel!
Xander.
Angel.
I thought you were taking the night off.
I was, um, but something came up.
Cordelia told me the truth.
That's gotta be a first.
As long as you're here, perhaps you could be of some help. Hmm? (to Buffy) Hmm?
We were investigating. Somebody's been digging up the bodies of dead girls.
I know. We found some of them.
You mean, like, two of the three?
I mean, like, some of them. Like parts.
It was horrible. Angel saved me from an arm. God, there were so many parts, they were everywhere. Why are these terrible things always happening to me?
Feigns a cough.
Karma!
So much for our zombie theory.
So much for all our theories.
I don't get it. Why go to all the trouble to dig up three girls only to chop them up and throw them away? It doesn't make any sense. Especially from a time-management standpoint.
Well, what I saw didn't add up to three whole girls. I think they kept some parts.
Could this get yuckier?
They probably kept the other parts to eat.
Question answered.
Why dispose of the remains five miles from the cemetery... at a school, of all places?
Maybe because whoever did it had some business in the neighborhood. Like, say, classes?
This was no hatchet job. Whoever made those incisions really knew what they were doing.
Yes, really. What student here is going to be that well-versed in physiology?
Well, I can think of five or six guys in the science club. And me.
So Will, come clean. Promise to never do it again and we'll call it a night. (no response) He joked!
Willow, why don't you get these guys' locker numbers so we can do some checking?
No. I have to go home now. I have to take a bath and burn my clothes.
You have to go? Aw, too bad. Keep in touch. Buh-bye.
I don't want to go alone. I'm still fragile. (to Angel) Can you take me?
Angel is in open-mouthed shock and looks at Buffy. She gives him a glare of disapproval.
Great! I'll drive?
Taking Angel by the hand, she leads the way out of the library as Angel gives Buffy another helpless look.
How about that? I always pegged him as a one-woman vampire.
MRS. EPPS is chain-smoking and watching videos of DARYL's games. His trophy sits on top of the TV. Chris comes out of the basement.
I'm going out, Mom.
She doesn't even look up. She just blows out another lungful of cigarette smoke. Chris walks over to the front door.
I'll be back later, okay? Mom?
Still no response. She takes another drag from her cigarette. Chris lets out a sigh of frustration and leaves the house. On the video, Daryl scores a touchdown and the team is holding him up high as the cheerleaders jump and wave their pompoms.
Dar-yl! Dar-yl! Dar-yl! Dar-yl! Dar-yl!
Daryl takes his helmet off and holds his fists up in the air, laughing and enjoying the moment.
Xander is working a locker combination from a list. Giles comes down the other hall toward them.
You understand, in my capacity as school official, this search is completely unauthorized, and I cannot condone it.
Fine, your butt's covered. Wanna grab a locker?
She hands him a sheet.
Yes, yes, of course.
Okay, Eric. Let's see what's on your annoying little mind.
Willow pipes up from the locker she's searching.
Nothing in here but back issues of Scientific American. Oh, I haven't read this one!
Nothing remarkable here.
Guys!
They look into the locker Xander has opened.
Your friend Chris Epps' locker.
Grey's Anatomy, Mortician's Desk Reference, Robicheaux's Guide to Muscles and Tendons.
Giles reaches in and pulls out a newspaper folded open to a picture of the three cheerleaders. The title above the picture reads 'Tragic Accident Kills Three'.
I think it's fair to say Chris is involved.
He's into corpses all right, but we still don't know why.
Yes, we do.
She opens Eric's locker door and shows them a collage of a woman made from parts of various pictures.
Eric sings while Chris works on a body.
I guess you'll say What can make me feel this way My girl. Talkin' 'bout my girl. My girl.
How's my baby?
She's not your baby.
She's not gonna be anybody's baby if we don't finish her soon.
I'm working on it.
So am I, friend. So am I.
He hangs up freshly developed pictures of Buffy, Willow and Cordelia to dry.
Willow and Xander are sitting on the railing as Buffy walks up.
Any sign of our suspects?
Not yet. I don't get it. Why would anybody wanna make a girl?
You mean when there's so many pre-made ones just laying around? The things we do for love.
Love has nothing to do with this.
Maybe not, but I'll tell you this: people don't fall in love with what's right in front of them.
Willow gives Buffy a sad, knowing look.
People want the dream. What they can't have.
Willow looks over at Xander longingly. Buffy understands only too well.
The more unattainable, the more attractive.
Willow hops down from her perch.
And for Eric the unattainable would include everyone... that's alive.
She starts to head down the stairs. Buffy and Xander join her.
Eric's sick enough to do something like this, but what about Chris? He seems like a human person.
I don't know. That thing with his brother was really hard on him. And he talked about death a lot. Maybe he just wanted to get one up on it.
But it's not doable. I mean, making someone from scraps, actually making them live.
If it is, my science project's definitely coming in second this year.
And speaking of love...
We were talking about the re-animation of dead tissue.
Do I deconstruct your segues?
Hey.
Oh! Yes. Hello.
Still no sign of our mad doctors?
What? Oh! Corpses, yes. Evil. Very good.
They see Jenny stop and talk to a student.
Did you bring it? (the student shakes his head) Tomorrow.
I forgot it.
Very, very good.
Okay, Giles, just remember, 'I feel a thing, you feel a thing...' But personalize it.
Personalize it?
She's a technopagan, right? Ask her to bless your laptop. Have fun.
Willow and Xander smile at Giles' reaction. Willow pats him on the shoulder and follows Buffy.
What? Oh! Don't...
Best of luck.
...leave?
Good morning, Rupert.
She continues on without stopping. Giles hurries to keep up with her.
Ms. Calendar?
Oh, no, please call me Jenny. Ms. Calendar's my mother.
Jenny, then.
They walk together.
You know, uh, Jenny, um...
Hmm?
Would it appear indecorous... no, not indecorous, um--
Yeah?
Well, um...
Rupert, look, I've gotta get inside and set up the lab.
What I'm proposing is...
The bell rings.
Ah! I gotta go! Sorry!
She disappears into her classroom.
You idiot!
Suddenly, she sticks her head back out.
Hey! Listen, if it's important, why don't you just tell me at the game?
Game? Oh, you're going to the football game?
Yeah, you seem surprised.
No! No, I just assumed that you spent your evenings downloading incantations and casting bones.
On game night? Are you nuts? You're going, too, right?
Oh, of course. Always do.
So we should just go together! Look, I could pick you up after school and we'll grab a bite to eat on the way if you like. How do you feel about Mexican?
Giles nods.
Good! Okay! And whatever it is you wanna tell me, you can just tell me then. Okay?
Okay! Tonight, then.
Jenny smiles and goes back into her classroom.
That went well. I think.
Willow is paging through a book.
I still don't get how Chris could do it. I mean, arresting the cell deterioration is one thing, but...
Hello! (holds up a Visible Head) I wanna get ahead.
Maybe an electrical current combined with an adrenaline boost.
For the love of God, can somebody scratch my nose?
Well, it's official. Chris and Eric didn't come to school today.
That's no coincidence.
Maybe they finished their project.
God! What if it worked? What if that poor girl is walking around?
Poor girls, technically.
What could she be thinking?
And what are they gonna do with her?
Giles enters.
I don't think we need to worry about that just yet. I spoke to a press person this morning about the remains. The police have finished sorting through them, and apparently they found three heads in the dumpster.
They only had three girls.
Precisely.
So, they don't have the whole... package?
Heads must be no good. Huh. I found 'em attractive enough. (off their look) Well, obviously I'm not as sick as Chris and Eric.
Based on what the police have put together, I would say they're one step short of completing their masterpiece.
One step.
The boys are hard at work on their grisly project.
We're running out of time. If we wait too long, the onset of atrophy in the limbs will be irreversible.
We can turn up the current. That'll buy us a day, at least.
We will lose the entire body if we don't attach a head soon.
We have time.
We don't! The crash with the girls was lucky. But we can't just keep waiting around for another lucky accident to drop a head in our laps. You know what we have to do. Hell, it's just one lousy girl.
I won't do it. I... I can't... kill anyone. (turns to the shadows) Please! Understand. I... I can't do that! Please don't make me.
But you gave me your word. You promised me, little brother. (moves into the light) That I wouldn't be alone.
DARYL's face is discolored and criss-crossed with stitches.
Chris is being pressured to take that final step to complete the project.
The body is perfect. And if we harvest a head tonight, she'll be ready by sunrise.
When you brought me back you promised you'd take care of me. I need this, Chris. I need someone.
Please don't ask me to do this. Don't ask me to take a life.
I tried to tell him. If you take a life in order to make a life, the whole thing is a wash. No harm, no foul.
Maybe you could... you could go out...
No!
Let people know.
They can't see me. Chris, you've always been smarter than me. You were always the brains. You're the only one who can help me now. Third and long, seconds to go. Where do you throw? Where do you throw?
Number five. Daryl's gonna drive.
Help me, brother.
Chris nods. Daryl hugs him.
Thank you. (to Eric) Show me!
Eric shows Daryl the pictures.
This one.
Ha, ha. A man of taste.
He grabs a pair of scissors and cuts Cordelia out of the photo.
My girl. Talkin' 'bout my girl. My girl
He snips her head off.
Willow is at the computer and the rest of the gang are waiting for her search results.
I checked the obits. Nothing that would make for a likely candidate.
They seem kinda picky for guys who had three heads to begin with.
Formaldehyde.
Formaldehyde. Yes, of course, it accelerates neural decay in the brain cells.
After a couple days they're useless. They're gonna need something really fresh.
How fresh?
As fresh as possible. Buffy, you don't think that they would...
I think anybody who cuts dead girls into little pieces does not get the benefit of any doubt. I want to end this thing now.
I second that.
Okay, fine. You guys go to Eric's. We can go to Chris' and meet up.
Oh! I'm supposed to be at the big game, I believe it's called.
Fine. Go ahead. We'll take care of this.
Well, yes, but shouldn't I--
Okay, then why don't we all meet there?
Fine. Yes.
Buffy? Don't be too hard on Chris. I mean, he's not a vampire.
No. He's just a ghoul.
They all leave the library.
Mrs. Epps answers the door for Buffy.
Hi. I'm a friend of Chris'. I kinda need to talk to him. Do you know if he's home?
Mrs. Epps goes back inside and sits down again without saying a word. Buffy comes in and closes the door.
So is he home?
Westbury game. November 17, '95. Daryl rushed 185 yards that night. Four TD's. He was MVP and he made All-City that season.
Yeah, that was a great one, but is Chris home?
I don't know. Is today a school day? Oh, watch! Watch this move! Daryl takes a kickoff, he sheds one, two, three defenders and he breaks into the open field for a 95-yard touchdown!
Buffy realizes Chris' mother is lost in her own world and looks around the house for some clues. She sees the basement door with its 'Keep Out' and 'No Admittance' signs.
He would have been nineteen next week.
Buffy goes over to the basement door and opens it. She quietly makes her way down the stairs and looks around a bit, then goes over to the table. There she finds the pictures of herself and Willow. She also finds the plans for the body with Cordelia's face pasted on top.
Cordelia!
We see Daryl quietly move up behind Buffy, but suddenly the door opens and they both look up. Buffy quickly hops over to the open basement window and climbs out, having never seen Daryl.
Cordelia is putting on her lip-gloss. JOY, the cheerleading squad leader, walks by with Lisa.
Cordelia, you coming?
Yeah, I'll be right out.
She finishes putting on her lip-gloss and sees Chris appear behind her in the mirror. She's startled and turns to face him.
Oh, god! Chris, you scared me. What are you doing in here?
He looks down and away from her.
Is something wrong?
She screams as Eric pulls a bag over her head and drags her off. Chris just looks away.
Buffy rounds a corner and sees Joy and Lisa coming down the stairs.
Joy! Lisa! Where's Cordelia?
Cordelia has a game to think about. She doesn't need losers like you.
I'm sorry, what did you say?
Eric has Cordelia on the floor, trying to tie her hands. Buffy comes running down the adjoining hall and stops to look into the locker room. Eric sees her and gets up to defend himself. Buffy comes running in and jump kicks him, sending him sprawling. She leans down and pulls the bag off of Cordelia's head.
Are you okay?
Oh, my god, Buffy!
Eric gets up and runs away.
Don't worry, he's gone.
I was on my way down to the field when Chris came in and all of a sudden someone jumped me.
Shh! Quiet down. Relax. Take it easy.
Cordelia hears the band music from outside.
That's the fight song. Oh my God, it's time for the cheerleader pyramid at mid-field. I've gotta go.
Well, are you sure you're okay to go out there?
Yeah, you don't understand, I have to go. I'm the apex!
As Cordelia runs out, Buffy hears a noise and looks around.
Chris? I know what you're trying to do. You and Eric. I know about the bodies from the cemetery. But you haven't hurt anyone yet.
Chris steps out into the open.
Look, I know what it's like to lose someone that you're close to. But that's no excuse. What you're doing is wrong.
I have to do this for him. He needs someone.
Who, Eric? He needs industrial strength therapy!
He always looked out for me. Stood up for me. He's all alone. Everybody loved him. And now he's all alone.
Who are you talking-- (realizes) Oh, my god!
Daryl is trashing the place.
You promised me! You promised I wouldn't have to be alone!
It's not too late.
Daryl comes over to him and lifts Eric off his feet by his shirt.
Nothing's changed! We can still do this! You and me. Your brother's not the only one who can create life. Whadaya say?
Daryl sets him down. Eric takes a few deep breaths.
Let's go scare you up a date.
Buffy and Chris descend the stairs looking for Daryl.
Daryl! Daryl? Daryl!
She takes a quick look around.
He's not here. Where else could he be?
But he would never go out. Unless...
He's gonna pick up where you left off.
She races up the stairs and out of the house. After a moment's hesitation, Chris follows her.
Cordelia is performing a cheer with the squad.
Go, Razorbacks, go! Go, team, go! Go, Razorbacks, go! Go, team, go!
On the field, the ball is snapped, thrown, caught and run in for a touchdown. The crowd goes wild.
Jenny and Giles coming from the refreshment stand. His arms are full of snacks and drinks.
I don't know what it is about football that does it for me. I mean, it lacks the grace of basketball, the poetry of baseball. At its best, it's unadorned aggression. It's such a rugged contest.
Rugged. American football?
They find their seats in the stands.
And that's funny because?
No! I just think it's rather odd that a nation that prides itself on its virility should feel compelled to strap on forty pounds of protective gear just in order to play rugby.
Is this your normal strategy for a first date? Dissing my country's national pastime?
Did you just say 'date'?
You noticed that, huh?
Hi, Ms. Calendar! Hi, Giles.
Hey, guys. What's up?
Eric's was a bust. Nothing there.
Yeah, nothing but a bunch of computer equipment and a pornography collection so prodigious it even scared me.
Did Buffy get back yet?
No. Perhaps you should circulate nearer the field, see what you can find.
Ignoring him, Willow and Xander slip under the railing and sit in front of Giles and Jenny. Xander reaches back and takes Giles' popcorn.
So, what's the score?
Giles and Jenny would clearly rather they had picked somewhere else to sit.
A view of the field from behind the spectators.
The teams are lining up for the next play. The ball is snapped.
Under the stands. Daryl is crawling along, looking for Cordelia. He sees the action on the field and stops a moment to watch and remember. A player on the field gets tackled, but has gained several yards and gets high-fives from his teammates. Daryl lowers his eyes a moment, then notices Cordelia. She takes a break from cheerleading and walks over to the coolers next to the bleachers for a drink. Daryl
comes up behind her as she drinks and grabs her. She screams, but her yell is drowned out by the crowd cheering another touchdown. The other cheerleaders jump and wave their pompoms. On the field the players help the scoring team- member up and pat him on the back.
Buffy and Chris arrive by the bleachers.
I don't see her. Do you?
No.
Buffy curses under her breath.
Cordelia has been blindfolded and tied to a gurney.
Please, what's going on? Just take off the blindfold. I promise I won't scream! I promise!
Daryl lifts the sheet from the headless body they've constructed.
She's beautiful!
No! It's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding.
Daryl puts the sheet down and goes over to Cordelia.
Please? Just take off the blindfold. I promise I won't scream. I promise!
Cordelia?
He takes off her blindfold. She takes one look at him and screams at the top of her lungs.
You can scream all you want. We're in an abandoned building.
Cordelia screams for help at an even higher pitch. Eric holds up a pan and threatens to hit her with it.
Okay, that's enough.
Cordelia stops her screaming, and Eric puts the pan back down.
You were always good to me. Always noticed me. But I ignored you. I'm sorry. I'm glad I have a second chance to tell you that.
Daryl?
I was thoughtless. I see that now. But I've changed. I've learned to appreciate how much it meant that you wanted to be with me.
We're ready.
Ready? Ready for what?
You're gonna feel a little pinch, maybe some discomfort around the neck area. But don't worry. When you wake up, you'll have the body of a seventeen-year-old. In fact, you'll have the body of several.
He lifts the sheet, and Cordelia lets out her most intense scream yet when she sees the body.
Buffy walks over to the cooler and finds Cordelia's pompoms.
He was here, Chris. Where did he take her?
To the rest of the body. To the lab.
Where is that?
I promised him that I...
Look, he'll kill Cordelia! You can't just give and take lives like that. It's not your job.
He's in the old science lab. Everything's set up there.
Thank you. Now find Xander and Willow and tell them what's going on.
She leaves quickly for the lab. Chris goes to find the others.
Eric is pouring gasoline into a sink.
Daryl, please. You don't have to do this.
We have to. So we can be together.
We'll be together anyway! I'll be with you, I promise!
Is that right?
Mm hm!
You see anything you like?
He goes over to the body and lifts the sheet.
And when you're finished you won't go out. You won't run away. But we can hide together.
Please! Please!
Eric holds a knife over a flame for a moment and then moves over to Cordelia.
Sterile enough for government work.
He bends over Cordelia to begin the procedure.
No! No, please!
There is a loud pounding on the door. It splinters and Buffy runs in. Eric turns around, sees her and throws the knife at her. She catches it in midair.
Buffy, help me!
Stunned by Buffy's catch, Eric runs away.
Daryl, listen. I know what you're doing, okay? Your brother sent me to stop you.
He wouldn't do that. My brother loves me.
Buffy, they're crazy!
It's okay, Cordelia. I'm gonna get you out of here.
No, I'm not done with her yet!
He turns to the instrument tray and grabs a cleaver.
I'm not finished!
He takes the cleaver back to Cordelia and raises it, about to bring it down on her neck. But Buffy rushes over, grabs Daryl's arm, knocks the cleaver away and punches him in the face. She scrambles around the table to continue the fight, but Daryl punches her hard in the head. He grabs her, slams her head into the instrument tray and throws her over Cordelia and onto the floor.
I won't live alone!
He pushes Cordelia's gurney aside and it knocks over the can of gasoline. The gas starts pouring out onto the floor.
I'm getting out of here!
Daryl grabs Eric by the shirt.
You have to help me!
Let go!
Daryl throws Eric aside and faces Buffy again. Eric slams into a barrel with his head and gets knocked out. Daryl comes at Buffy. She kicks him in the knee, and he collapses to the floor. She kicks him again in the gut as he tries to get up. He tries to get up again, and she kicks him in the face. He's not fazed, gets up and tries to swing at her. She ducks it. He tries again, and she ducks again and kicks him in the chest, sending him staggering backward and knocking the Bunsen burner to the floor, igniting the gasoline. Xander shows up.
Buffy!
Get Cordelia!
Xander!
Xander runs over to Cordelia and starts untying her.
Get me out of here!
Daryl seizes Buffy and flips her over onto the floor. As she gets back up, he grabs a canister and throws it at her. She ducks it.
The flames around Cordelia and Xander are starting to rise higher. Buffy kicks Daryl twice in the side.
C'mon! C'mon! Get it off!
Daryl grabs Buffy again, lifts her and holds on to her while she struggles to free herself.
Xander is getting nowhere with Cordelia's bindings and tries to find a knife.
Get it off! Get me outta here! C'mon!
Buffy continues to struggle in Daryl's grip as Giles and Willow arrive.
Xander gives up looking and decides to just wheel Cordelia out.
Willow and Giles spot Eric, pick him up and get him out.
Xander gives the gurney a good shove, hops on and they roll through the flames while Cordelia screams. He rolls off and Jenny helps him stop the gurney and between the two of them, they manage to get Cordelia loose.
Buffy hits Daryl in the neck and he lets go of her. She tries to kick him again, but he grabs her leg, lifts her up and throws her to the floor. Buffy is stunned and lies there motionless while Daryl grabs a desk and raises it over his head.
Daryl!
Daryl looks behind him and sees his brother there.
Don't!
Daryl looks back at Buffy and then notices the headless body surrounded by flames. He tosses the desk aside and rushes over to it.
She's mine!
Daryl!
Buffy gets up and stops Chris from running into the flames after Daryl.
Daryl!
Jenny and Giles watch, stunned as the flames engulf Daryl and his bride-to-be..
No. We'll be together always. No! Mine!
There are fire engines and police everywhere. Pan down from above to Chris and Buffy.
The first time he woke up after... he said I shouldn't have brought him back. I was just... tryin' to look out for him. Like... he would have done for me.
Angel walks up, worried.
I saw the fire. I figured you'd be here. Is everyone okay?
Yeah. We're okay.
Giles hands Jenny a cup of coffee.
Sorry about all this.
It's okay. Although a good rule of thumb for a first date is don't do anything so exciting that it'll be hard to top on the second date.
Believe it or not, since I've moved here to live on top of the Hellmouth, the events of this evening actually qualify as a slow night. (pauses and considers) Did you just say 'second date'?
You noticed that, huh?
Giles smiles back and takes a sip of his coffee.
Well, I guess that makes it official. Everybody's paired off. Vampires get dates. Hell, even the school librarian sees more action than me. You ever think that the world is a giant game of musical chairs and the music's stopped and we're the only ones who don't have a chair?
All the time.
Xander? I just wanted to thank you for saving my life. What you did in there was really brave and heroic and I just wanted to tell you if there was anything that I could ever do to--
Do you mind? We're talking here.
Cordelia is taken aback, rolls her eyes and leaves.
So where were we?
Wondering why we never get dates.
Yeah, so why do you think that is?
Angel and Buffy are strolling through.
God, the whole thing was so creepy. Well, at the same time, I mean... he did do it all for his brother.
Sounds like he took it a little over the edge.
Love makes you do the wacky.
What?
Crazy stuff.
Oh. Crazy, like a two-hundred-and-forty-one-year-old being jealous of a high school junior?
Are you fessing up?
I've thought about it. Maybe it bothers me a little.
I don't love Xander.
Yeah, but he's in your life. He gets to be there when I can't. Take your classes, eat your meals, hear your jokes and complaints. He gets to see you in the sunlight.
I don't look that good in direct light.
It'll be morning soon.
I should probably go. I could walk you home.
They look at each other for a long moment. Finally Angel begins to walk and Buffy accompanies him, her hand in his.
Pan down to Daryl Epps' gravestone: 1978 - 1996.