[Transcript of "Buffy The Vampire Slayer" episode Passion 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.
Extreme overhead shot, looking straight down onto the people below. They are dancing in a slow, sensual rhythm to the music of a live band.
The crowd below. BUFFY and XANDER dance together and exchange a few words as they move. Behind them CORDELIA and WILLOW sit at a table and chat.
Suddenly ANGELUS is there, standing beyond the tables near the base of the stairs. He watches them dance. His voice narrates throughout the scene.
Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping... waiting. And though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir...
He begins to move around the room, all the while keeping his gaze riveted on Buffy.
...open its jaws and howl.
Willow and Buffy walk out of the Bronze. Buffy has her arm hooked into Willow's. Cordelia and Xander are behind them with their arms around each other. They walk past a couple, apparently engaged in a kiss. We stop on the couple.
The man lifts his head from the woman to reveal Angelus, feeding off the woman. He lets the woman's dead body fall to the pavement and steps out into the alley, watching the group as they walk away, completely unaware of his presence. His face morphs and his fangs and ridged brow disappear.
POV from outside the window: Buffy walking around her bed. On her way, she pauses by the window and looks out. She lifts the blinds a little. Satisfied that no one's there, she walks back over to her closet, unzipping the back of her dress along the way.
Later. She's in her pajamas now. She sets her alarm and gets into bed. She reaches over to turn off her light and settles in to sleep. Close in on her then widen to include the window in shot. Reveal Angelus outside, staring in at her.
Later. Close in on a sleeping Buffy. A shadow moves across her bed and a hand reaches over to stroke her hair. Reveal Angelus, sitting on the edge of her bed and looking down at her.
It speaks to us... guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have?
Opening credit sequence.
Pan from the foot of her bed up to her face. She stirs and wakes and looks over at her clock, but her attention is drawn to an envelope left next to her on the pillow. She picks up the envelope as she sits up noticing that it's blank. She opens it, takes out the paper inside, unfolds it and can only stare in disbelief.
A view of the paper. On it is a pencil sketch of her sleeping.
He was in my room.
GILES is behind the counter checking in various books and Xander and Cordelia are talking quietly at the research table. Buffy walks past him as he looks up.
Who?
Angel. He was in my room last night.
He comes out from behind the counter and follows her over to the table.
Are you sure?
Positive. When I woke up, I found a picture he'd left me on my pillow.
A visit from the pointed-tooth fairy.
Wait, I thought vampires couldn't come in unless you invited them in.
Yes, but once you've invited them in, thereafter they're always welcome.
Y'know, I think there may be a valuable lesson for you gals here about inviting strange men into your bedrooms.
Oh, god! (to Xander) I invited him in my car once. (to Giles) That means he can come into my car whenever he wants.
Yep, you're doomed to having to give him and his vamp pals a lift whenever they feel like it. And those guys never chip in for gas.
Cordelia looks away, disgusted.
Giles, there has to be some sort of spell to reverse the invitation, right? Like a barrier, a no shoes, no pulse, no service kind of thing?
Yeah! that works for a car, too?
Yes, well, I could check on my--
Xander suddenly hops up from his chair.
Hello!
They turn to see JONATHAN and a girl come into the library.
Excuse me, but have you ever heard of knocking?
We're supposed to get some books. On Stalin.
Does this look like a Barnes & Noble?
This is a school library, Xander.
Since when?
Yes, third row. Historical biographies.
Thanks.
He and the girl walk past them, up the stairs and into the stacks. The others watch them go until they disappear. Xander indicates that they should leave. He and Cordelia pick up their things and start out. Giles looks at Buffy, confused, but follows.
What... oh!
Jonathan comes back out of the stacks.
Hey, did you say that was the... hello?
Xander and Cordelia lead Giles and Buffy as they walk the halls.
So Angel has decided to step up his harassment of you?
By sneaking in her room and leaving stuff at night? Why doesn't he just slit her throat or strangle her while she's sleeping or cut her heart out? (off their looks) What? I'm trying to help.
Yes. (to Buffy) Look, it's classic battle strategy to throw one's opponent off his game. He's just trying to provoke you... to taunt you, to goad you into some mishap of some sort.
The (sing-song) nah-nah-nah approach to battle?
Yes, Xander, once more you've managed to boil a complex thought down to its simplest possible form.
Giles, Angel once told me that when he was obsessed with Drusilla, the first thing he did was to kill her family.
Your mom.
I know. I'm going to have to tell her something. (to Giles) The truth?
No. You can't do that.
Yeah. The more people who know the secret, the more it cheapens it for the rest of us.
But I've got to tell her something. I've got to do something. Giles, Angel has an all-access pass to my house and I'm not always there when my mother is. I can't protect her.
I told you I will find a spell.
What about until you find a spell?
Until then, you and your mother are welcome to ride around with me in my car.
Buffy, I understand your concern but it's imperative that you keep a level head through all this.
That's easy for you to say. You don't have Angel lurking in your bedroom at night.
I know how hard this is for you. (off Buffy's look) All right, I don't. But as the Slayer, you don't have the luxury of being a slave to your passions. You mustn't let Angel get to you. No matter how provocative his behavior may become.
So what you're basically saying is, 'just ignore him, and maybe he'll go away'?
Yes. Precisely.
Hey, how come Buffy doesn't get a snotty 'once again you boil it down to the simplest form' thing?
Buffy sneers at him.
Watcher's pet.
JENNY CALENDAR is teaching computer science.
Don't forget, I need your sample spreadsheets by the end of the week.
The bell rings and she walks to her desk.
Oh, and I want both a paper printout and a copy on disk. Thank you.
She catches Willow's attention before she goes.
Willow.
Yes?
I might be a little late tomorrow. Do you think you could cover my class till I show?
Really? Me? Teach the class? Sure!
Cool.
Oh, wait. What if they don't recognize my authority? What if they try to convince me that you always let them leave class early? What if there's a fire drill? What if there's a fire?
Willow, you're going to be fine. And I'll try not to be too late, okay?
Okay. Good. Earlier is good. (smiles) Will I have the power to assign detention? Or make them run laps?
Buffy and Giles appear at the door.
Hey, Will.
Hi, Buffy. Rupert.
Giles looks away.
Willow, I thought I might take in a class. Figured I could use someone who knows where they are.
Willow glances sheepishly over at Jenny and then heads out of the classroom.
Sorry. I have to talk to her. She's a teacher and teachers are to be respected, even if they're only filling in until the real teacher shows up, because otherwise chaos could ensue.
Giles now steps into the classroom, hands in his pockets.
How have you been?
Not so good, actually. Since Angel lost his soul, he's regained his sense of whimsy.
Well, that sounds bad.
He's been in Buffy's bedroom. I need to drum up a spell to keep him out of the house.
She reaches into her desk and picks up an old book and hands it to Giles.
This might help. I've been doing a little reading since Angel changed. I don't think you have that one.
Thank you.
So, how's Buffy doing?
How do you think?
I know you feel betrayed.
Yes. Well, that's one of the unpleasant side effects of betrayal.
Rupert... I was raised by the people that Angel hurt the most. My duty to them was the first thing I was ever taught. I didn't come here to hurt anyone and I lied to you because I thought it was the right thing to do. I... I didn't know what would happen. I didn't know I was going to fall in love with you.
She pauses for a moment before looking up at Giles.
Oh, god. Is it too late to take that back?
Do you want to?
I just want to be right with you. I don't expect more. I just want so badly to make all this up to you.
I understand. But I'm not the one you need to make it up to.
She looks at him, understanding. He gives her a little smile and raises the book.
Thank you for the book.
He turns and walks out of the room.
Buffy and JOYCE are having dinner. Buffy is picking at her food. Joyce puts down her fork, folds her hands and leans forward on the table toward her daughter.
Okay. What's wrong?
It's nothing.
Come on. You can tell me anything. I've read all the parenting books. You cannot surprise me.
Buffy puts down her fork, puts her hands in her lap and looks over at her mother.
Do you remember that guy Angel?
Angel... (thinks) the college boy who was tutoring you in history?
Right. He... I... (whispers) Oh, god. We're sort of dating-- were dating-- going through a serious off-again phase right now.
Don't tell me. He's changed. He's not the same guy you fell for?
In a nutshell. Anyway... since he changed, he's been kinda following me around. He's having trouble letting go.
Buffy, has he done anything--
No! No, it's not like that. He's just been hanging around... a lot. Just sending me notes, that kind of thing. (off Joyce's look) I just don't want to see him right now. I mean, if he shows up, I'll talk to him. Just... don't invite him in.
Willow is in her pajamas, walking around with her cordless phone to her ear, talking to Buffy who is also preparing for bed.
I agree with Giles. You need to just try and not let him get to you. Angel's only doing this to try to get you to do something stupid. I swear, men can be such jerks sometimes. Dead or alive.
I just hope Giles can find a keep-out spell soon. I know I'll sleep easier when I can... sleep easier.
I'm sure he will. He's like Book Man. Until then, try and keep happy thoughts and...
Willow notices something on her bed.
And what? Willow?
Willow holds the phone between her cheek and shoulder and reaches down for a blank envelope on her bed.
Willow?
Willow turns back toward her aquarium. Pan around the tank for a shot of her through the fishless water. She opens the envelope and finds a string. When she
pulls on it, out come her fish, strung together one after the other. Horrified, Willow drops the phone to the floor.
Buffy and Willow are sitting on her bed. Behind them, a string of garlic cloves hang on the wall. Willow has a stake in her hand and she's fidgeting nervously, looking around.
Thanks for having me over, Buffy. Especially on a school night and all.
No problem. Hey, sorry about your fish.
Oh, it's okay. We hadn't really had time to bond yet. Although for the first time, I'm glad my parents didn't let me have a puppy.
It's so weird... every time something like this happens, my first instinct is still to run to Angel. I can't believe it's the same person. He's completely different from the guy that I knew.
Well, sort of, except...
Except what?
You're still the only thing he thinks about.
SPIKE sits in his wheelchair in the foreground at the head of the table. DRUSILLA wafts in behind him, holding a puppy behind her back.
I brought something for you.
She shows him the whining puppy.
Poor thing. She's an orphan. Her owner died... without a fight. Do you like her? Hmm?
She slips her hand beneath his jacket, massaging his chest.
I brought her especially for you... to cheer you up. And I've named her... Sunshine! (offers the puppy to Spike) Open wide. (he looks away) Come on, love. You need to eat something to keep your strength up. Now, rrrrr, open up for mummy.
I won't have you feeding me like a child, Dru.
Angelus strides in.
Why not? She already bathes you, carries you around and changes you like a child.
Why, Angel. Where have you been? The sun is almost up and it can be so hurtful. We were worried.
No we weren't.
You must forgive Spike. He's just a bit testy tonight. Doesn't get out much anymore.
Well, maybe next time I'll bring you with me, Spike. Might be handy to have you around if I ever need a really good parking space.
Have you forgotten that you're a bloody guest in my bloody home?
Angelus stands over him menacing, leering.
And as a guest, if there's anything I can do for you... any responsibility I can assume while you're spinning your wheels... (re: Drusilla) Anything I'm not already doing, that is.
Spike shoves him away, furious.
That's enough!
Angelus smiles and laughs.
Aww...
She leans down to Spike, gives him a peck on the cheek and puts the puppy in his lap.
You two boys... fightin' over me and all. Makes a girl feel--
Suddenly she looks up and moans loudly in pain. Angelus steps over to her, concerned.
Dru, what is it, pet?
The air. It worries. Someone... an old enemy is seeking help... help to destroy our happy home. Ohhhh...
Pan across a display table covered with arcane occult paraphernalia. Reveal a pricing gun sticking prices on two of the jars. The SHOPKEEPER continues on to price other items in his inventory.
Jenny walks around the railing in front of the shop and approaches the entrance.
Jenny walks in the door and looks around. The shopkeeper looks up from his work.
Welcome. How may I serve you today? Love potion? Perhaps a voodoo doll for that unfaithful--
I need an Orb of Thesulah.
Oh, you're in the trade. Sorry about the spiel but around Valentine's Day I get a lot of tourists shopping for love potions and mystical revenge of past lovers. Sad fact is, Ouija boards and rabbits' feet, that's what pay the rent around here. So how did you hear about us?
My Uncle Enyos told me about you.
So you're Janna, then. Sorry to hear about your uncle.
Thank you.
The shopkeeper walks into the back room and comes back out with a wooden box. Jenny opens it, examines the contents, then hands him a credit card for payment. He rings up her purchase.
He was a good customer. Well, there you go: one Thesulan Orb. Spirit vault for the rituals of the undead. I don't get many calls for those lately. Sold a couple as New Age paperweights last year. Yeah, I just love those New-Agers, boy. They helped to send my youngest to college. By the way, you do know that the transliteration annals for the ritual of the undead were lost. Without the annals, the surviving text is gibberish.
And without a translated text, the Orbs of Thesulah are pretty much useless. Yeah, I know.
Well, I only mention it because I have a strict policy of no refunds.
It's okay. I'm working on a computer program to translate the Romanian Liturgy to English based on a random sampling of the text.
Yecchh. I don't like computers. They give me the willies.
Well, thank you.
You're welcome.
She takes the lid off of the box as she slowly walks toward the door.
By the way... not that it's any of my business, really, but what are you planning on conjuring up? If you can decipher the text?
A present for a friend of mine.
She lifts the Orb out of the box. It begins to glow as she looks into it.
Really? What are you going to give him?
His soul.
Willow and Buffy are chatting as they walk along the sidewalk and up the steps.
We'll be in hiding, probably...
Hiding?
Siberia.
Well, good morning, ladies. And what did you two do last night?
We had kind of a 'pajama party sleepover with weapons' thing.
Oh. And I don't suppose either of you had the presence of mind to locate a camera to capture the moment?
I have to go. I have a class to teach in about five minutes and I have to arrive early to glare disapprovingly at the stragglers. (sees Jenny arriving) Oh, darn. She's here. Five hours of lesson planning yesterday down the drain...
You know what? I'll see you in class.
Buffy leaves Xander, jogs up to Jenny and confronts her.
Hey.
Hi. (beat) Is there something that... Did you want something?
Look... I know you feel badly about what happened and I just wanted to say...
Jenny looks at her expectantly.
Good. Keep it up.
Don't worry, I will.
Jenny turns to go.
Oh, wait. He misses you. He doesn't say anything, I mean, but I know he does. And I don't want him to be lonely. I don't want anyone to.
Buffy, you know that if I have a chance to make this up--
We're good here. Let's just leave it.
She walks away.
Giles talks with a couple of students while searching through his briefcase for some fliers.
I put it here somewhere. Oh, yes, yes. That's it. Could you hang those up? Thank you. (Buffy arrives) Buffy. So how was your night?
Sleepless, but no human fatalities.
Cordelia walks up to them.
I found a ritual to revoke the invitation to vampires.
Oh, thank goodness. I actually had to talk my grandmother into switching cars with me last night.
The ritual's fairly basic, actually. It's just the recitation of a few rhyming couplets, burning of moss herbs, sprinkling of holy water...
All stuff I have in my house.
Hanging of crosses...
Willow nails a cross next to her French doors and pulls the curtain over to hide it.
I'm going to have a hard time explaining this to my dad.
You really think it'll bother him?
Ira Rosenberg's only daughter nailing crucifixes to her bedroom wall? I have to go over to Xander's house just to watch 'A Charlie Brown Christmas' every year.
I see your point.
Cordelia is looking at Willow's aquarium.
Although it is worthwhile to see him do the Snoopy Dance.
Willow, are you aware that there are no fish in your aquarium?
Willow looks sad.
You know, Cordelia, we've already done your car. Call it a night if you want.
Right. Thanks. And you know I'd do the same for you if you had a social life.
She picks her coat up from Willow's bed and sees a blank envelope there.
Oh. This must be for you.
She hands the envelope to Willow. Willow gives Buffy a worried glance and opens it but when she sees what's in it, she hands it to Buffy.
It's for you.
Buffy unfolds the paper and reveals a pencil sketch of her mother sleeping.
Mom.
Joyce arrives home in her Jeep. As she turns into the driveway, Angelus approaches. Joyce sees him as she pulls to a stop and turns off the engine. He approaches her open car window.
Mrs. Summers, I need to talk to you.
She gets out of the Jeep with a bag of groceries in her arms.
You're Angel.
Did Buffy tell you about us?
She told me she wants you to leave her alone.
I can't. I can't do that.
You're scaring her.
Joyce turns and heads for the house and Angelus follows her.
You have to help me. Joyce... I need to be with her. You can convince her. You have to convince her.
Look, I'm telling you to leave her alone.
He stands in front of Joyce, blocking her way into the house.
You have to talk to her for me, Joyce. Tell her I need her.
She moves around him.
Please... look, I just want to get inside, okay?
She lets go of her bag with one hand and rummages in her purse for her keys but she can't keep her grip on the bag and it falls. Several oranges roll out and around. Angelus rights the bag and scrambles to pick a few of the oranges up.
You don't understand, Joyce. I'll die without Buffy. She'll die without me.
Are you threatening her?
Please... why is she doing this to me?
I'm calling the police now.
She forgets the grocery bag and goes to the door. There she fumbles with her keys, trying to find the right one. Angelus comes up next to her as she finally gets the right key in the lock.
I haven't been able to sleep since the night we made love.
Joyce looks up at him, shocked by the revelation that Buffy is no longer a virgin.
I need her. I know you understand.
Just leave us alone.
She opens the door and rushes in.
Angel tries to follow her inside, but an invisible barrier keeps him from crossing the threshold. Buffy and Willow walk calmly down the stairs as Willow reads Latin from a book.
Hicce verbis consensus rescissus est. (By these strong unanimous words, permission to enter is rescinded.)
Sorry, Angel. Changed the locks.
She slams the door in his face.
Jenny is at her desk working on the translation software. Behind her, Giles appears and stands in the doorway.
Hello.
She starts and looks up at him. She quickly types a few keystrokes and the screen changes. Then she turns back to him.
Oh! Hi.
You're working late.
Special project.
Oh.
I spoke to Buffy today.
Oh! Yes?
She said you missed me.
Well, she's... a meddlesome girl.
Rupert... okay, I don't want to say anything if I'm wrong, but I may have some news. Now, I need to finish up here. Could I see you later?
Yes. You could stop by my house.
Okay.
Good.
Jenny turns her attention back to her computer.
The Shopkeeper turns out the light by the front entrance and heads toward the back as a woman holding a puppy opens the door and steps in. He speaks to her as he blows out some candles.
Sorry, honey. We're closed.
He looks up and sees Drusilla standing there, staring at him.
Wh... What do you want?
Miss Sunshine here tells me you had a visit today. But she worries. She wants to know what you and the mean teacher talked about.
Jenny is still working at her computer. She taps a few keys, then looks up at the screen. A status bar appears over the Romanian text and zips across it.
Come on, come on...
The bar disappears and an English translation scrolls next to the original text.
That's it! It's going to work! (she saves the result to disk) This... will work.
She pops out an unlabeled floppy disk and sets it against some books near the edge of her desk. In the meantime, a hardcopy has started to print out. She wheels
her chair over to the printer and looks it over. Sensing something, she looks up to see Angelus sitting at a desk at the back of the class. She gasps and jumps out of her seat. She slowly moves toward the door.
Angel... how did you get in here?
I was invited. The sign in front of the school... 'Formatia trans sicere educatorum.'
'Enter all ye who seek knowledge.'
What can I say? I'm a knowledge seeker.
Angel, I've got good news.
I heard. You went shopping at the local boogedy-boogedy store.
He picks up the Orb on her desk.
The Orb of Thesulah. If memory serves, this is supposed to summon a person's soul... from the ether... store it until it can be transferred.
The Orb begins to glow as he looks into it. Jenny edges away from him.
You know what I hate most about these things?
Jenny screams as he heaves it into the chalkboard behind her. It shatters into pieces.
They're so damn fragile. (menacing) Must be that shoddy gypsy craftsmanship, huh?
Jenny has backed into the wall and trembles with fear. She starts to inch her way toward the door. Angelus reaches over to the PC and turns the monitor so he can see it.
I never cease to be amazed how much the world has changed in just two and a half centuries.
Jenny has reached the door and tries to open it. It's locked.
It's a miracle to me. You put the secrets to restoring my soul in here...
He shoves the computer off her desk and onto the floor, ruining it. The monitor shatters and starts to burn. Angelus tears the printout from the printer.
It comes out here. 'The Ritual of Restoration.' Wow. This brings back memories.
He starts to tear the printout in half.
Wait. That's your--
Oh, my cure? No, thanks. Been there, done that and dÈjý vu just isn't what it used to be. (re: fire) My... isn't this my lucky day. The computer... (holds the paper over the flames) and the pages. Looks like I get to kill two birds with one stone.
He crouches over the fire to warm himself. Jenny starts toward the back door. Angelus looks back up at her, his demon revealed.
And teacher makes three.
She starts to run but Angelus roars and leaps after her.
No!
He throws her into the locked door and it breaks open. She looks back at him, scrambles to her feet and begins to run.
Oh, good. I need to work up an appetite first.
Jenny runs from door to door trying to find a way out of the school, but all the doors are locked. She sees Angelus pursuing, walking slowly but implacably toward her.
Jenny bursts through the door and runs along the colonnade. Angelus is not far behind and continues after her at a quick pace. Soon he is running as well. Jenny reaches the next building and struggles with the door as Angelus runs toward her leering. She yanks hard at the door several times and it opens.
Jenny pulls the door closed behind her as Angelus slams into it. She turns and tears off down the hall as Angelus rips the door open and follows her. Jenny slams a cleaning cart into Angelus and he stumbles over it while she rushes up the stairs.
Overhead shot: Jenny ascends the stairs at a fast run but Angelus is nowhere to be seen.
Jenny runs up onto the landing and right into the arms of a waiting Angelus. She screams when he seizes her. He chuckles as he looks into her eyes. He puts one hand on the back of her head and touches her lips with the fingers of the other.
Sorry, Jenny. This is where you get off.
He takes his fingers from her lips and puts his hand under her chin. In one swift, violent movement, he twists her head and snaps her neck. Her body goes limp and she collapses to the floor, dead. He looks around, breathing heavily from the thrill of the kill.
Ah... I never get tired of doing that.
Giles steps up to the door and knocks. Willow opens it.
Willow, good evening.
Hi. Come on in. Here's the book.
She hands him the spell book she has been using.
Right. I guess I should do my apartment tonight. The ritual go all right?
Oh, yeah. It went fine. Well, it went fine until Angel showed up and told Buffy's mom that he and Buffy had... (nervously) Well, you know, that they had... you know. You do know, right?
Oh, yes. Yes. Sorry.
Oh, good, 'cause I just realized that being a librarian and all, you maybe didn't know.
Oh, thank you. I got it.
You would have been proud of her, though. She totally kept her cool.
There is an awkward moment of silence.
Okay, well, I'll tell Buffy you stopped by.
Would you... perhaps I should intervene on Buffy's behalf with her mother. Maybe... say something?
Sure! Like what would you say?
He looks up the stairs, at a loss. Willow opens the front door.
You will tell Buffy I dropped by?
You bet.
Buffy is sitting on her bed. Joyce is pacing, trying to take in what she's hearing.
That stuff with the Latin and the herbs... he's just real superstitious.
Oh.
We just thought if--
Was he the first? No, wait. I don't want to know. I don't think I want to.
Yeah. He was the first. I mean, the only.
He's older than you.
I know.
Too old, Buffy. And he's obviously not very stable. I really wish... I just thought you would show more judgment.
He wasn't like this before.
Are you in love with him?
I was.
Were you careful?
Mom, this is no time--
Don't 'Mom' me, Buffy. You don't get to get out of this. You had sex with a boy you didn't even see fit to tell me you were dating.
I made a mistake.
Yeah, well, don't just say that to shut me up because I think you really did.
I know that! I can't tell you everything.
How about anything? Buffy, you can shut me out of your life-- I am pretty much used to that. But don't expect me to ever stop caring about you, because it's never going to happen. I love you more than anything in the world. (beat) That would be your cue to roll your eyes and tell me I'm grossing you out.
You're not.
Oh, well... (sighs) I guess that was the talk.
So how'd it go?
I don't know. It was my first.
Giles arrives at his front door and sees a red rose on it. He hears the faint strains of Puccini's La BohÈme wafting from inside. He takes the rose, inhales its aroma and smiles, then opens the door and goes in.
He steps in and calls out.
Hello?
No answer
Jenny?
He puts his briefcase aside and steps over to the coat rack.
It's me!
He takes off his coat and hangs it up. He looks around and notices a chilled bottle of champagne and two long-stemmed glasses on his desk. On top of the crystal ice bucket is a folded piece of paper leaning against the bottle. He sets down his keys and the rose and takes the note. He unfolds it and reads the one word written on it: Upstairs. He smiles and looks up toward the loft. He takes off his glasses and sets them and the paper down as he runs his fingers through his hair, takes the bottle and the two glasses and starts up the stairs. The opera music builds as he nears the loft. There is a rose on each step.
When he reaches the top he is smiling in anticipation. He sees Jenny lying on the bed, but after a moment his smile fades as he realizes she isn't moving. The opera reaches a crescendo as he drops the bottle and glasses and they shatter on the floor. He stares in horror at Jenny's corpse; her dead eyes stare back at him.
Later. Giles is leaning against the wall by the front door staring blankly into space. The coroners take Jenny's body away. A police officer approaches him.
Mr. Giles, I need to ask you to come with us. Just to answer a few questions.
Of course. Yes. Procedure. I need to make a phone call... if that's all right.
The officer looks over at the phone and back at him, giving him tacit permission.
Yes.
Angelus looks in through the dining room window. Buffy and Willow walk through and into the living room.
Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... and the ecstasy of grief.
The telephone rings and Buffy runs back into the dining room to get it.
Hello. Giles, hey! We did the thing. It worked. What?
As she listens to Giles, her expression becomes increasingly blank. She lowers the phone from her ear. Willow is there now too, and takes the phone from Buffy.
Giles?
Buffy leans against the wall and slides down against it to the floor.
What? No! No! (begins to cry) Noooo!
Angelus gloats as he feeds off their grief. Joyce comes into the dining room when she hears the crying and holds Willow. Buffy stares off into space then finally lowers her head onto her knees. Angelus smiles and leaves.
Cordelia and Xander arrive to pick up Buffy and Willow, who are waiting for them in the driveway. Xander opens the passenger door and gets out.
Where's Giles?
No luck. By the time we got to the station, the cops said he'd already left. I guess they just wanted to ask him some questions.
Cordelia, will you drive us to Giles' house?
Of course.
But don't you think he wants to be left alone?
I'm not worrying about what he wants. I'm worried about what he's going to do.
They all get into the car and drive off.
The roses have all been trampled and broken. We turn the corner and sweep across the area below. Giles' weapons chest is open and almost empty. He walks across the room, drawing a sword. The opera record still spins on the old Victrola. A large bag sits open with various weapons stashed inside. He adds a small can of gasoline, grabs the bag and heads out of the apartment. Close in on the desk and pan down to a pencil sketch of Jenny lying dead on the bed.
Xander pushes the door open. A piece of yellow crime scene tape is stretched across the doorway.
Hello? Giles?
He ducks under the tape and walks in. Willow and the others follow. Xander goes over to the desk and looks around.
I guess Giles had a big night planned tonight.
Buffy picks up the sketch of Jenny and hands it to Xander.
Giles didn't set this up. Angel did. This is the wrapping for the gift.
Buffy starts for the stairs.
Oh, man. (sighs) Poor Giles.
Willow finds the nearly-empty weapons chest.
Look, all his weapons are gone.
But I thought he kept his weapons at the library.
No, those are his everyday weapons. These were his good weapons. The ones he breaks out when company comes to visit.
Buffy comes back downstairs.
So he's not here.
Well, then where is he?
He'll go to wherever Angel is.
That means the factory, right?
So Giles is going to try to kill Angel then?
Well, it's about time somebody did.
Xander!
I'm sorry, but let's not forget that I hated Angel long before you guys jumped on the bandwagon, so I think I deserve a little something for not saying 'I told you so' long before now. And if Giles wants to go after the... fiend that murdered his girlfriend, I say, 'Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!'
You're right.
Willow and Cordelia look at Buffy, shocked.
Thank you.
There's only one thing wrong with Giles' little revenge scenario.
And what's that?
It's gonna get him killed.
Angelus is being lectured to by an extremely ticked off Spike.
Are you insane? We're supposed to kill the bitch, not leave gag gifts in the friends' beds.
But, Spike, the bad teacher was going to restore Angel's soul.
What if she did? If you ask me, I find myself preferring the old Buffy-whipped Angelus. This new, improved one is not playing with a full sack. (off Angelus' look) I love a good slaughter as much as the next bloke but his little pranks will only leave us with one incredibly brassed-off Slayer!
Don't worry, roller-boy. I've got everything under control.
Suddenly, a Molotov cocktail whips in and bursts on the table, setting it ablaze. Drusilla runs away with Spike right behind her. Angelus is sent reeling as a crossbow bolt slams into his shoulder. He looks up in pain as Giles walks resolutely toward him with a baseball bat. Angelus rips the bolt out and throws it aside while Giles dips the end of the bat into the flames, catching it afire. He swings and hits Angelus full in the face, then again on the return swing. Angelus staggers and falls down.
Jeez, whatever happened to wooden stakes?
Giles rains down blows on Angelus' back and Drusilla makes a move to intervene, but is held back by Spike.
Uh-uh. No fair going into the ring unless he tags you first.
Angelus staggers to his feet, but Giles cracks the bat across his face, knocking him down again. As Giles continues to beat him, Angelus collapses to the floor. Angelus tries to get up, but Giles swings into his jaw from below with savage force, throwing Angelus onto his back. He raises the still-burning bat over his head, swinging downward with both hands. But Angelus catches the bat in mid- swing, snarling with rage. They begin to struggle and Angelus quickly gains the upper hand, seizing Giles by the throat and lifting him off his feet. The bat clatters to the floor.
All right. You've had your fun. But you know what it's time for now?
Angel drops Giles to the floor as he staggers from a powerful blow to his back. Reveal Buffy as she picks him up and slams him into the staircase.
My fun.
Sensing the tide has turned, Drusilla quickly wheels Spike away.
Buffy kicks Angelus in the face and then shoves him onto the floor. He grabs for her, flips her over and tries to escape up the stairs. Buffy stand up with Giles' baseball bat, pushes it between the stair rungs and trips Angelus. He falls back down the stairs, kicking out at her and knocking her to the floor, then turns and scrambles back up the stairs.
Buffy climbs up a stack of crates to the catwalk above and cuts Angelus off. She kicks him in the back of the knee and he collapses onto the railing. He quickly recovers and the fight continues, the two of them trading vicious blows and throwing each other into walls and crates of packing material.
Angelus starts to laugh as she takes him by the coat and slams his head into the catwalk railing.
Are you going to let your old man just burn?
She looks down and sees the flames closing in on Giles. Angelus takes advantage of the distraction and grabs her legs, lifts her and throws her over the railing. She manages to control her fall and land on her feet near Giles. Angelus takes off down the catwalk and out of the building.
Buffy helps Giles to his feet and she supports him as they make their way from the smoke-filled building.
Buffy and Giles emerge, coughing from the smoke. He pushes Buffy away from him.
Why did you come here? This wasn't your fight!
She punches him in the jaw and he spins and falls to the pavement.
Are you trying to get yourself killed?
She begins to cry and bends down to hug him. He is also crying as he hugs her back.
You can't leave me. I can't do this alone.
Angelus narrates as Giles approaches his home.
It hurts sometimes more than we can bear.
Giles tears the tape from his doorway and stares at it for several seconds.
If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank...
We pan across a small pond over to Jenny's grave.
Without passion, we'd be truly dead.
Giles kneels down and lays some flowers on her grave. He looks at her name on the headstone for a moment before standing back up. Buffy is there next to him.
In my years as Watcher... I've buried... too many people. But Jenny was the first I've loved.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't kill him for you... for her... when I had the chance.
CU of the gravestone. It reads simply
Jennifer Calendar
I wasn't ready.
The students all wait at their desks for the teacher to arrive. Willow walks in and stands at the front of the room.
But I think I finally am.
Hi. Principal Snyder asked me to fill in for Ms. Calendar... until the new Computer Science teacher arrives. So I'm just going to stick to the lesson plan she left.
She walks around to the desk and pauses, looking over Jenny's books and personal effects.
I can't hold on to the past anymore. Angel is gone. Nothing's ever going to bring him back.
Willow puts down her own books and in the process nudges the stack on the desk. As a result, the diskette containing the restoration spell's translation falls between the desk and the filing cabinet next to it. It hits the floor and spins around a few times before coming to rest, hidden in the shadows.