6.10
Wrecked
GILES VOICEOVER:
Previously:
Buffy punching Spike.
Spike punching Buffy.
SPIKE: Looks like I'm not as toothless as you thought, sweetheart.
BUFFY: How?
SPIKE: You came back wrong.
Tara and Willow at the Bronze.
TARA: Willow, you are using too much magic. What do you want me to do,
just ... sit back and keep my mouth shut?
WILLOW: Well, that'd be a good start.
Willow doing the forget spell.
WILLOW: Forget.
Tara and Willow arguing.
TARA: I know you used that spell on me. What is wrong with you?
TARA: I don't think this is gonna work.
Willow crying. Tara packing her stuff.
WILLOW: Are you saying you're gonna leave me?
Willow turning the rat back into Amy.
BUFFY: Amy? How've you been?
AMY: Rat. You?
BUFFY: Dead.
AMY: Oh.
WILLOW: It's nice, having another magically-inclined friend around.
Willow and Amy causing havoc at the Bronze.
WILLOW: There's gotta be someplace, like, bigger than this.
AMY: It's way too early to go home yet.
Willow smiling.
Warren stealing the diamond from the museum.
JONATHAN: It's beautiful.
WARREN: Boys, congratulations, Phase One of the plan is now complete.
Spike and Buffy in the abandoned house.
SPIKE: I'm in love with you.
BUFFY: You're in love with pain.
Buffy throwing Spike against the wall.
SPIKE: Afraid I'm gonna-
Buffy kissing Spike.
The building falling apart while Spike and Buffy do their thing up against the
wall.
Spike and Buffy falling through the floor.
Episode opens on a television, with cartoons playing. Pan across to reveal Dawn
and Tara asleep on the sofa in the Summers living room. Tara is sitting up while
Dawn is lying with her head in Tara's lap. It's daylight.
A loud noise from the TV wakes Tara up. She looks around in surprise. Dawn wakes
as well.
DAWN: (yawning) What time is it?
TARA: (looks at her watch) Almost seven. God, I just closed my eyes for a
minute.
DAWN: (squinting at the TV) Hm. And now there's cartoons. (frowns
sleepily) Plus, a mother of all night-wedgies.
TARA: (looks around) Uh-oh.
DAWN: It's not tragic. I'm sure as soon as I stand up-
TARA: No, Dawn ... why didn't anybody wake us up? Where is everyone?
Cut to upstairs. Dawn opens the door to Buffy's room, revealing the neatly made
bed that has clearly not been slept in. Dawn and Tara look in, look confused.
Dawn walks down the hall with Tara following.
Dawn opens the door to Willow's bedroom. The bed is also neatly made and not
slept in.
DAWN: Willow didn't come home either. They were out all night.
Dawn fidgets nervously, turns to Tara.
DAWN: Where are they?
TARA: (walks closer) I'm sure they're fine, Dawnie. I'm sure they just
... lost track of time.
Dawn looks uncertain.
Cut to the abandoned house. Rubble, bits of broken wood and plaster and
cardboard everywhere. Pan across to reveal a bare foot.
Suddenly Buffy sits up with a gasp, naked and holding her black leather skirt
over her chest. She looks around fearfully, panting, frowning.
Behind her Spike begins to stir. Buffy senses he's awake and jumps to her feet,
wrapping the skirt around her body. She stands a few feet away while Spike
continues to lie there naked looking up at her. We see that they both have
bruises and hickeys on their faces. Spike has fingernail marks on his chest, as
well as another hickey.
BUFFY: (frowning) When ... (looks down at Spike) When did the building
fall down?
SPIKE: (looks around, frowns) I don't know. (Buffy looking alarmed) Must
have been sometime between the first time and the, uh...
He smirks. Buffy looks disgusted.
BUFFY: Oh. (wincing, whining) Oh my god.
Wolf howl, opening credits.
Guest starring Elizabeth Anne Allen, Jeff Kober, and Amber Benson as Tara.
Written by Marti Noxon, directed by David Solomon.
Act I
Open on the abandoned building. Buffy is now wearing her white blouse and black
leather skirt, and is putting on a shoe.
BUFFY: Shoe, need my shoe. (looking around)
SPIKE: What's the hurry, luv?
We see Spike still lying there naked with one hand behind his head looking very
pleased with himself.
BUFFY: The hurry is I left Dawn all night. And don't call me love. (continues
looking for shoe)
SPIKE: You didn't seem to take issue with that last night. (smirking) Or
with any of the other little nasties we whispered.
BUFFY: (stands up) Can we not? Talk? (putting on her second shoe)
SPIKE: (sighs) I just don't see why you have to run off so quick. Thought
we could- (waggling eyebrows)
BUFFY: Not gonna happen. Last night was the end of this freak show.
Buffy goes to walk past Spike but he reaches up and grabs her arm. She gives a
little yelp of surprise. Spike pulls her down onto his lap. She struggles a bit.
SPIKE: Don't say that.
BUFFY: What did you think was gonna happen? What, we're gonna read the
newspaper together, play footsie under the rubble?
Spike shifts her so that he's holding her with one arm. He puts his other hand
up under Buffy's skirt. She makes an expression of pleasure.
SPIKE: (softly) Not exactly what I had in mind.
Buffy pushes his hand away, struggles against him.
BUFFY: Stop!
SPIKE: (grinning) Make me.
BUFFY: No! No!
She continues struggling for about another half second and then grabs his face
and kisses him. She puts her arms around his neck and moans. They kiss for a
moment.
BUFFY: (pulling back) No, no, I-I have to-
SPIKE: Stay. I'm stuck here. (looks upward) Sun's up.
Buffy looks at Spike for a moment, resumes kissing him. More moaning. Spike
turns her around and lays her down on a conveniently placed pillow, lies on top
of her. He moves down to kiss her neck. Buffy moans again. Spike lifts himself
up to look at her.
SPIKE: I knew. I knew the only thing better than killing a slayer would
be f-
BUFFY: What?!
Buffy shoves him away and gets up angrily, moves a few feet away. Spike remains
sprawled on the floor.
BUFFY: Is that what this is about? Doing a slayer?
SPIKE: (smirking) Well, I wouldn't throw stones, pet. You seem to be
quite the groupie yourself.
BUFFY: Shut up. (wiping her mouth with the back of her hand)
SPIKE: I'm just sayin' ... vampires get you hot.
BUFFY: *A* vampire got me hot. One. But he's gone. You're just...
Beat. Spike waits to see what she'll say.
BUFFY: You're just convenient.
Spike looks hurt. He stares at her. Buffy's lip trembles like she might cry.
Spike stands and begins putting on his pants.
SPIKE: (angrily) So, what now? You go back to treating me like dirt till
the next time you get an itch you can't scratch? (Buffy just looks at him) Well,
forget it. (fastening his belt) Last night changed things. I'm done being your
whipping boy.
BUFFY: Nothing's changed. It was a mistake.
SPIKE: Bollocks! It was a bloody revelation.
Buffy still looks like she might cry.
SPIKE: (walks closer to her) You can act as high and mighty as you like
... but I know where you live now, Slayer. (softly) I've tasted it.
He leans in as if to kiss her but she pulls back.
BUFFY: Get a grip. Like you're god's gift.
SPIKE: (chuckling) Hardly. (stops smiling) Wouldn't be nearly as
interesting, would it?
He leans in to kiss her again. Buffy pushes him away and starts to walk off, but
he moves to intercept her.
BUFFY: No! Let me go!
Spike stops her, puts his arms on her shoulders and holds her still. Buffy
glares at him.
SPIKE: I may be dirt ... but you're the one who likes to roll in it,
Slayer. You never had it so good as me. Never.
Buffy pushes his arms off.
BUFFY: Uhh, you're bent. (moves past him to put on her jacket)
SPIKE: Yeah, and it made you scream, didn't it?
BUFFY: (very angrily) I swear to god, if you tell *anyone* about last
night, I will kill you.
SPIKE: (skeptically) Right.
Spike reaches into the back pocket of his jeans and pulls something out.
SPIKE: You're gonna want these, too.
He holds up a pair of lacy white panties. Buffy scowls and punches him in the
face. He staggers backward and goes down out of shot.
Cut to the Summers kitchen. Tara is ladling pancake batter onto a pan on the
stove.
TARA: Pancakes?
Dawn enters, walks toward the fridge.
DAWN: Uh, sure. (goes to the fridge, takes out a carton of orange juice)
Um, should we call Xander? What if they're all in a ditch somewhere? (closes
fridge) Ditches are bad. Mom always used to talk about the ditches.
Dawn takes a glass and pours orange juice. Tara takes the pancake batter bowl to
the sink and adds some water.
TARA: Nobody's in a ditch. We'll call, but ... we'll give them some time
before we wake them up.
Tara turns back to the stove.
TARA: Funny shapes, or...? (sighs)
Sound of the back door opening. Both Tara and Dawn turn.
Willow and Amy enter, chattering.
WILLOW: It'll wear off in a day or-
Willow stops as she spots Tara. They look at each other.
WILLOW: (nervous) Hey.
TARA: (nervous) Hey. I just ... B-Buffy didn't come home last night ...
either, so...
WILLOW: Uh, hey, uh ... this is Amy. Amy, Tara, Tara, Amy.
AMY: (smiles) How you doin'?
TARA: Fine, I ... I'd b-better g-get going. (turns to go)
WILLOW: (to Tara) Amy! Amy the rat? (to Amy) Sorry.
AMY: No, that's fair. I was a rat.
TARA: (confused) When...
AMY: Last night. It's nuts, everything's different. I mean ... (grins at
Willow) the Bronze, for one thing. (to Tara) And Willow! She's a freaking
amazing witch now. (Tara looking upset) I couldn't even keep up with her last
night.
WILLOW: Amy.
AMY: No, it's true! (to Tara) I mean, I can do some transmography, but
she is messing with dimensions and everything, it was awesome! This blowhard
dude, first she made his mouth disappear? Thank god. And then-
Tara continues looking angrily at Willow.
AMY: I'm talking too much. Sorry. It's just been ... you know ... me and
a bag of pellets for the last few years, so...
TARA: No, it's, it's fine. It's just, um, I, I re-really need to go. (turns
to leave)
WILLOW: Tara, uh, you left some stuff upstairs, it's in-
TARA: (walking away) I'll get them later.
WILLOW: Tara!
Tara walks down the hall toward the foyer. On the way, she passes Buffy who has
just come in the front door. Buffy gives Tara a confused look and continues into
the kitchen. Buffy walks with a slight limp. She still has visible bruises
and/or hickeys on her face.
DAWN: Buffy! Uh, where were you, are you okay?
BUFFY: I'm fine.
DAWN: You're not, you're all sore and limpy.
BUFFY: I, I'm not ... sore, I just... (sits down with a grimace of pain)
... I had a fight, you know, the ... all-nighter kind.
DAWN: Figured. I knew that's why you didn't call. So, what's the big bad?
Uh, should we be worried?
Buffy looks around at Amy sitting beside her and Willow standing by the fridge.
BUFFY: No. I mean, I, I think you guys are, are safe. (to Willow) Tara
was here?
WILLOW: I guess she stayed over with Dawn.
BUFFY: You guess? Where were you?
WILLOW: (indicates Amy) We went out, kinda lost track of time.
BUFFY: Oh.
Both Buffy and Willow look guilty.
WILLOW: I never would have if I knew you weren't coming home.
BUFFY: No, o-of course, I mean, you know, it wasn't ... intentional. (Dawn
listening) And, you know, everyone's safe. (to Dawn) You are, right? You're
okay?
DAWN: Oh, yeah. I mean, um, I think my pancakes are burning, but...
Willow looks over at the stove, walks slowly over and turns it off.
Shot of the pan with a very burnt pancake on it.
DAWN: (OS) Tara was making...
WILLOW: (staring at the pancake) I've, uh ... I've gotta get some sleep.
BUFFY: Me too. (gets up painfully)
AMY: Yeah. (gets up) I should go home. Dad's expecting me.
WILLOW: Okay. I'll call you later.
AMY: (going to the door) Yeah, good.
Amy leaves. Buffy looks at Dawn.
BUFFY: You sure you're all right? I'm sorry about everything.
DAWN: It's okay. You should rest. You're beat from monster-wrestling all
night.
BUFFY: (quietly) Yeah. Right. (very quietly) Thanks.
Buffy goes toward the front.
WILLOW: Yeah, I'm gonna crash too. Night Dawnie.
Willow follows Buffy. Dawn remains standing in the kitchen.
DAWN: No problem. I'll just ... (to herself) go find some awake people.
Cut to upstairs. Willow walks into her room, closes the door, lies down on the
bed fully dressed. She closes her eyes for a moment, opens them again.
Shot of the window with lots of light streaming in through the open curtains.
WILLOW: Claudete.
She gestures at the window. Nothing happens. She lifts her head and looks at the
window.
WILLOW: (louder) Claudete! (gestures)
Still nothing.
Willow frowns, gets up tiredly, walks over and closes the curtains with her
hands. Goes back to the bed still frowning, lies down and closes her eyes.
Cut to the magic shop. Anya and Xander sit at the round table looking at books.
XANDER: All these demons are starting to look alike. You got reptiles ...
reptiles with horns ... reptiles with gills.
Shot of Buffy standing by the counter looking at books, glancing over at Xander.
XANDER: And I'm still finding nothing of the 'steal a diamond, freeze a
guy' variety.
Shot of Anya looking very interested in her book.
XANDER: Ahn, would you hand me that one next to you?
Anya doesn't respond.
XANDER: Great, we're not even married yet and already you've stopped
listening to me.
He reaches across her to get a book. As he picks it up, something falls out of
it and onto the table.
Close shot of it. It's a magazine called "Bride & Joy."
Xander looks at it, puts his hand on the book Anya's reading and tips it down.
Reveal that she's actually reading a bridal magazine hidden in the demon book.
XANDER: Anya!
ANYA: I'm sorry, but this is pointless! (Buffy coming over) We've been
researching forever, and we're not even close to finding out who robbed that
museum.
BUFFY: What's up?
XANDER: Anya has a theory. She thinks that Martha Stewart froze that guy.
ANYA: Don't be ridiculous. Martha Stewart isn't a demon. (to Buffy) She's
a witch.
XANDER: Please, she- (pauses) Really?
ANYA: Of course. Nobody could do that much decoupage without calling on
the powers of darkness.
BUFFY: Guys, while this is fascinating, we still have work to do.
ANYA: I know I do! (looking at bridal magazine) I can't decide whether to
put my bridesmaids in cocktail dresses ... (Buffy and Xander rolling their eyes)
...or the traditional burlap with blood larva.
XANDER: The traditional what?
ANYA: Well, I was a demon for a thousand years, you don't expect me to
turn my back on all the ways of my people.
BUFFY: Uh, can I weigh in on this whole me wearing larva-
ANYA/XANDER: No.
Buffy sighs in irritation, sits.
ANYA: (to Xander) At least I'm not asking you to perform the groom's rite
of self-flagellation.
Xander is about to reply but Buffy interrupts.
BUFFY: Uh, guys! There's something out there? (Anya and Xander looking
embarrassed)
XANDER: There is. And as much as I hate to admit that my ... bizarre
bride-to-be has a point ... we're gettin' nowhere here, Buff. Maybe it's time to
try something new. You know? Hit the streets, get Spike on it.
BUFFY: No! No, no Spike. And no hit the streets, we, we, we stay put, you
know? Away from distractions. We'll figure this out.
ANYA: What about Willow, can't she do something?
BUFFY: Maybe. But she's home sleeping.
XANDER: Sleeping? She sick?
BUFFY: No, she was out late. With Amy. (Xander looks annoyed)
ANYA: And I'm bizarre. At least I didn't dump you to hang out with an
ex-rat.
BUFFY: No, it's not like that, you know, she's just ... helping Amy
through a transition.
XANDER: And making herself a playmate to do magic with. Someone who won't
monitor her like Tara.
BUFFY: No, Willow's a grownup. You know, maybe she doesn't need to be
monitored.
Xander stares at her.
BUFFY: You know, she's going through something, but we're not her. I mean
... m-maybe she has reasons for acting this way. (Anya staring at her) And, so
what if she crossed a line? You know, we all do stuff. Stupid stuff. But, then
we learn. And, and we learn, and, and we don't do it again. Okay, so, you know,
who are we to get all judgey?
XANDER: Not judgey, Buff. Just, observey.
ANYA: Yeah, all we're saying is, she's acting different. You know, she's
not herself.
Anya and Xander return to looking at books. Buffy stares at them, looks
contemplative.
Cut to the street. Amy and Willow walk along, past the coffee shop. It's night.
Various people walking around, sitting and drinking coffee, etc.
AMY: So what do you wanna do? It's gonna be hard to top last night.
WILLOW: Yeah, I don't know if I can. I felt awful today, and I couldn't
do magic. Took me all day to get my powers back. I think we should just take it
easy.
AMY: (steps in front of her and stops) I have a better idea.
WILLOW: What?
AMY: I know this guy ... and he knows spells that last for days. And the
burnout factor is like, nothing.
WILLOW: Really? He's a warlock?
AMY: I guess. Look, I am not kidding you. This guy ... will blow your
mind. He will take you to places that you can't even imagine.
Willow looks uncertain. She turns and resumes walking. Amy falls into step
beside her.
WILLOW: Is it dangerous?
AMY: Would that stop you?
They walk on, out of shot.
Cut to an alley. Amy and Willow walk out from between two buildings and turn
toward an open space. They walk forward slowly.
AMY: This is it.
WILLOW: Where? I thought you said the guy lived around here.
AMY: He does. (stops walking) You can't feel it?
We see a long stretch of alley in front of them, apparently empty.
WILLOW: What do you-
Amy takes Willow's hand and holds it up to the air, moves it horizontally.
AMY: Here.
WILLOW: It's hot.
Amy grins excitedly, turns toward Willow and walks backward into the open space.
AMY: Come on.
The air ripples around her as she walks backward, and then she disappears.
Willow stares, puts out her hand and walks forward.
Her hand and arm, and then her whole body, ripple and disappear.
Cut to inside a building. Amy stands there smiling. She turns to look at the
closed door.
Willow appears, coming through the door (the still closed door) still with her
hand in front of her. The door ripples as she walks through it. She looks around
wide-eyed.
Pan across the room. It's fairly run-down with some old chairs and sofas, old
lamps, etc. We see a bunch of young people sitting on the sofas looking strung
out.
AMY: It's cool, isn't it? The place is cloaked.
WILLOW: Yeah.
AMY: Moves around a lot too. Keeps Rack out of trouble.
WILLOW: Rack, who's-
They both turn as another door opens and a man comes out. He gives them a look
and walks forward.
GIRL: (anxious) Rack, Rack, it's my turn.
GUY: No, man, you said I was up.
GIRL: Bull, I've been here for hours!
Rack ignores them, walks toward Amy and Willow. He has long stringy hair, an
amulet around his neck, a scar on his face, and his eyes point in different
directions.
RACK: I believe these two are next.
Amy and Willow exchange a look. Amy looks pleased, Willow nervous.
Blackout.
Act II
Open on the inner room of Rack's place. Willow, Amy, and Rack enter. Willow
still looks nervous. Amy is removing her jacket. She wears a sleeveless top.
AMY: Thanks, Rack, for taking us. (puts her jacket down) I know it's been
a while. You'll never believe-
RACK: You were a rat.
AMY: How did you know?
RACK: (chuckling) I hope that taught you not to mess with spells you
can't handle. You should leave that in the hands of a professional.
He rubs his hands together. Little sparks of magic fly off them. Willow watches
with interest.
Rack continues to rub his hands together with magic effects. He stares at
Willow.
RACK: Oh. This one's givin' off vibes. (walks closer)
WILLOW: (nervous) I don't mean to ... vibe at you, I, if it's in a
negative way.
RACK: (walks around behind her) No, no, I-I mean you ... have power,
girl, it's just (waving his hands around her body) coming off you in waves.
WILLOW: (embarrassed) Not so much.
Rack walks around in front of her, stares at her. It's creepy.
WILLOW: I mean, I-I can do stuff, but, I get tapped out quick, and I've
used practically every spell I know.
RACK: And what do you want me to do about that?
WILLOW: (uncertain) I-I don't know, I, I thought- (looks back at Amy) Amy
said-
RACK: Amy said. Amy said I could help you. But did Amy say how you could
help me?
WILLOW: No, I-I have some money, a-a bit-
RACK: (shakes head) Not money.
WILLOW: (nervous) Well, I could help you with your computer, I'm really
handy-
Rack walks forward, holding out his hand toward her chest.
RACK: Just relax, I'm not gonna hurt you. You gotta give a little to get
a little, right?
Willow looks very nervous, looks at Amy.
AMY: (whispers) It's okay. It's over fast.
Willow nods hesitantly, turns back to Rack.
RACK: That's right. I'm just gonna take a little tour.
He puts his hand over Willow's chest, not actually touching her.
Suddenly a bolt of magic goes from his hand into her body. Willow gasps and
closes her eyes. Rack closes his eyes too. Magic sparks and red light continue
swirling around his hand and Willow's body. Both panting. Amy watches intently.
After a moment the magic breaks off and Rack takes his hand back, opens his
eyes, looks at Willow, grins a little.
He leans forward, puts his fingers on Willow's chin and puts his face next to
her, whispers in her ear.
RACK: You taste ... like strawberries.
He pulls back. Willow still has her eyes closed with an expression of ecstasy.
Cut to later. Amy stands in the middle of the room spinning around and around
with her arms held out at her sides. Dreamy music.
Shot of Rack reclining on a sofa nearby, holding in his hands what looks like a
glass ball with a reflection of Amy spinning around inside it.
Amy continues to spin faster and faster until she's a blur.
Rack looks upward. Pan slowly up to reveal Willow on the ceiling. She lies there
with her shirt almost completely unbuttoned, her hair spread out across the
ceiling. She writhes slowly, a small smile on her face.
Willow opens her eyes, looks down.
Shot of the room from her perspective with sofas around the perimeter and a
round table in the middle of the room surrounded by cushions.
Bright green grass begins to sprout, covering the entire floor and all the
furniture.
Willow closes her eyes again, rolls over onto her stomach on the ceiling. Blurry
motion suggesting the passing of time. She rolls back over onto her back.
The grass and bright green trees and bushes continue to grow on the floor.
Willow continues to writhe in ecstasy on the ceiling.
We see a figure of a person moving in the foliage but can't make it out.
Willow opens her eyes and looks.
We see what looks like the bare legs of a person being dragged under a bush.
Willow frowns a little.
Then a red-skinned demon comes out from under the bush and snarls up at Willow.
Willow gives a short scream and falls from the ceiling. She lands on her stomach
on the floor. All the grass and greenery is gone -- it was a hallucination.
Willow just lies there on the floor. Zoom in on her face. Her eyes are closed.
Suddenly she blurs into motion. She's standing up, in a room full of people (the
Bronze?). Her eyes are completely black.
Another blur of motion and suddenly she's standing on the street in front of the
Magic Box, the store all lit up behind her. Zoom in on Willow. She pants and
looks around, her eyes still black.
Another blur and she's back on the floor. She slowly opens her eyes, which are
now normal. She frowns, gets up to a kneeling position. We see that she's in her
bedroom. She kneels there panting and looking around with a frown.
Cut to the bathroom. The shower is running. A pair of hands press against the
wall underneath the showerhead. Pan over to reveal Willow standing with her face
under the water, crying.
Cut to the bedroom. Willow walks out of the bathroom, wearing a red robe. She
walks slowly into the room.
We see a box of clothing with the word "TARA" on it. Willow slowly
takes a sweater and skirt from the box, takes the clothing over to the bed and
lays it out, sits on the bed beside it.
She waves her hand over the clothing. Slowly the fabric begins to billow up and
fill out.
The clothing animates and sits up. There's no head or hands, just the clothing
filled with air.
Willow leans over and lays her head against the sweater's chest. The sleeves
wrap around her like arms hugging.
Cut to: overhead shot of Sunnydale. The sun is setting.
Cut to: external shot of the Summers house.
Cut to the kitchen. Dawn stands at the stove with a pan. She uses her fingers to
flip over a flat piece of bread on the pan.
DAWN: Ow.
Willow walks in.
DAWN: Ow, ow! Ow. (sucks on her fingers)
WILLOW: Or you could do it the hard way.
DAWN: Spatulas are for wimps. I'm making peanut-butter-and-banana
quesadillas. You want?
WILLOW: (opens fridge) No thanks. I'm, uh, more in water mode.
Willow takes out a bottle of water, walks over to the island and sits. Dawn
removes her food from the pan and puts it on a plate.
DAWN: Ow. Ow. Ow. You sure? It's my own brand-new invention.
WILLOW: I'm sure. No, my ... tummy's feeling kinda rumbly.
Willow drinks water. Dawn takes a bite of her creation.
DAWN: (mouth full) Your loss. Very delicious.
Dawn takes her plate and goes to sit beside Willow.
DAWN: Buffy called. She said she was going straight from the Magic Box to
do some patrolling.
WILLOW: Oh, did she need help?
DAWN: No, she was just calling to check in. For like the tenth time
today. I think she's feeling all Joan Crawford 'cause of the other night.
WILLOW: Yeah, about that, I'm ... I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have
assumed Buffy would be here.
DAWN: (smiling) Right. Assume would make you an ass out of me. Heh, um,
or, uh, something. Anyway, please, it's cool. I mean, it's not like I even
needed Tara to stay over. I'm so totally fine on my own.
Willow nods and smiles.
DAWN: (anxiously) But, you are gonna be around tonight, right? (eating)
WILLOW: (earnestly) Right, totally! Uh, we can do something if you want.
A movie maybe?
DAWN: (smiling) Really? But I thought you weren't feeling so good.
WILLOW: Well ... nothing a little Dawnie time won't fix. (Dawn smiles) If
you feel like baggin' the peanut butter, I'll even buy you dinner.
Dawn smiles with extreme relief.
DAWN: Thank god! (picks up her plate) Remind me never to invent that
again. Yecch.
She takes her plate to the trash and throws away her creation. Willow drinks
more water.
WILLOW: Great, this'll be great. I'll just grab the paper and see what's
playing.
DAWN: I'll leave a note for Buffy on the refrigerator. That's the first
place she goes after patrolling. She's such a pig after she kills things.
Willow goes off. Dawn turns to write on a pad of paper attached to the fridge
with a magnet.
Cut to later. Buffy enters the house. It's dark and quiet. She starts toward the
kitchen, hears a noise from upstairs, pauses and frowns, looking up.
BUFFY: (calls) Hello?
She starts up the stairs, her shoes making a lot of noise.
BUFFY: Willow?
She reaches the top, looks around the hall.
BUFFY: Dawn?
She starts into Dawn's room, pauses, looks toward Willow's room, moves in that
direction.
Cut to Willow's room. The chest of magic supplies sits on the floor, its lid
open, magic supplies strewn randomly around the floor. Buffy walks over to it,
squats down to look at it.
We see a person sneaking out from behind the door.
Buffy whirls around, jumps up and grabs the person, pinning her against the
wall. It's Amy. She gasps. She's holding something against her chest with both
hands.
BUFFY: What's going on?
AMY: (nervous) Uh-oh. (nervous chuckle) Busted.
BUFFY: (shakes her) Where's Willow?
AMY: (talking too fast, twitchy) She said - she said I, I-I could- (Buffy
grabbing the thing she's holding) -wait!
BUFFY: What is this?
It's a plastic baggie with some herbs in it. Buffy tries to wrestle it out of
Amy's hand.
AMY: It's not what you think it is, it's sage!
Buffy finally gets it free, sniffs it.
BUFFY: That is what I think it is. (tosses it aside, grabs Amy again)
What's going on? Where's Willow and Dawn?
Amy rubs her arm nervously.
AMY: I ... I saw - I saw her, but that was - I like your coat. When does
the slayer find time to shop?
BUFFY: (shakes her again, slamming her against the wall) So they didn't
let you in?
AMY: (smiles nervously) Not that they know of.
BUFFY: What else did you take?
AMY: (shakes her head quickly) Nothing. (Buffy slams her against the wall
again) Ow!
BUFFY: What else?!
Buffy lets go Amy's arms and begins searching Amy's pockets.
AMY: Please! Please, I need this stuff. Willow wants me to have it, she
understands.
Buffy removes several plastic bags and glass vials from Amy's pockets.
BUFFY: Understands what? Breaking into someone's house for kitchen
spices? (tosses the stuff aside) No, I don't think so.
AMY: You should. She's as bad as I am, worse. (Buffy frowns) Bet she's at
Rack's right now.
BUFFY: Rack's?
AMY: A place. He does spells, heavy stuff. (resentfully) Willow's his new
favorite.
BUFFY: She's there? (slams Amy against the wall again) With Dawn? (shakes
Amy)
AMY: (sickly) Ohh, don't shake me again, super strength. I think I'm
gonna boot.
BUFFY: Then tell me where this place is, and I won't.
AMY: Well, it's downtown, but it moves.
BUFFY: What do you mean, it moves?
AMY: It's downtown, I'm, I'm not sure where it would be tonight exactly-
BUFFY: (shakes her) Tell me how to find it.
AMY: You just kinda have to feel it out ... oh god, I think I'm gonna-
Amy puts her hand over her mouth and rushes toward the bathroom. Buffy looks
disgusted, turns to leave.
Cut to the street. Willow and Dawn walk along together.
WILLOW: So, uh, the burger was good? You liked it?
DAWN: (smiling) Are you kidding? It was like a meat party in my mouth.
(pauses) Okay, now I'm just a kid, and even *I* know that came out wrong.
(Willow gives a small smile) Uh, it was good. But you should have had something.
WILLOW: I will. I'll eat. I'm ... saving myself for popcorn. (pauses) The
other day, you had fun?
DAWN: (frowns) Mm, what other day? Give me a Mon or a Fri here, something
to work with.
WILLOW: The other day with Tara.
DAWN: Oh! Uh, yeah. I-I mean, it was, it was nice. Uh, but it wasn't a
laugh riot. She's sad and everything.
WILLOW: Did she say something?
DAWN: Uh, not exactly. I can just tell, by the way she was acting.
WILLOW: Oh.
Willow seems distracted. Dawn looks anxious.
DAWN: Uh, are you sure you're okay? You look a little-
WILLOW: No, I'm fine. And Tara's in her new place and everything, she's
all settled in?
DAWN: Um ... we really didn't get into ... well... (looking around) Is
this right? I-is this the way to the movies?
WILLOW: Oh yeah, I'm, uh, I just, uh, took you the long way around. But
we're almost there. I, uh, just have to make one quick stop first.
Willow walks into an alley. Dawn frowns, follows.
Cut to Rack's place. Willow and Dawn come rippling through the wall and door.
Dawn looks around nervously.
DAWN: What is this place? Why is it hidden?
WILLOW: I don't know, it's cool, isn't it? Okay, you just hang here for a
minute ... and I'll, I'll be back. (starts to go, pauses) You want me to conjure
you a magazine or something?
DAWN: Well, what about the movie? It starts at nine.
WILLOW: (nodding, twitchy) We'll make it. I, I'll just be a minute. And
it doesn't matter if we miss the trailers.
Willow stumbles to the other door, opens it, goes in, closes it.
Dawn stares after her.
DAWN: (to herself) I like the trailers.
Blackout.
Act III
Open on Dawn sitting on one of the sofas in Rack's waiting room. She rubs her
thighs nervously, looks up at the clock.
Close shot of the clock, which reads 10:05.
Dawn stares in front of her, fidgeting a little.
A sleazy-looking guy comes and sits down next to her, putting his pack of
cigarettes on the coffee table and one lit cigarette in his mouth. Dawn looks
disgusted, gets up and moves away. She walks over to a corner and stands there,
hugging herself nervously.
Cut to Rack reclining on a sofa.
RACK: What do you think, strawberry? (magic sparkles on his hand) Can you
handle some more?
He shoots a bolt of magic upward. Peppy rock music begins.
Pan along the stream of magic light to reveal Willow hovering in midair,
surrounded by a bubble of magic. The stream coming from Rack's hand adds to the
bubble.
Close shot of Willow's face with her eyes closed.
Cut to a view of outer space. Blackness and stars all around, stars moving past.
The music changes to something dreamy and futuristic. Willow's erratic breathing
is very loud.
Willow floats in the starscape, dreamily. She reaches out her hand to touch some
of the stars.
Suddenly a bright red rift appears ahead of her. Willow frowns, her eyes still
closed.
The same demon from her other hallucination walks through the rift, holding a
woman in his arms. The woman dangles limply as if dead.
Willow screams.
Cut back to Rack lying there watching her. He smiles as Willow's scream
continues.
Cut to Spike's crypt. Spike lies in bed sleeping. A large pillar candle suddenly
flies over and hits him in the stomach. He sits up, startled.
Reveal Buffy standing at the foot of the bed holding another candle. There are a
few more candles on the table by the bed.
BUFFY: God, do you sleep through anything? I was like yelling, and
nothing. (puts candle down)
Spike sits up on the edge of the bed. He's completely naked.
SPIKE: I'm a bit knackered. Had a long night. (leers)
Buffy scowls, turns to grab something.
SPIKE: Someone should teach you how to use candles in foreplay, luv.
Buffy throws his pants at him.
BUFFY: Get dressed. Dawn's missing.
SPIKE: Again? Ever think about a Lojack for the girl? (Buffy just looks
at him) What's the story?
BUFFY: She went out with Willow.
SPIKE: Willow? (grinning) That's kind of a sorry excuse to come by. If
you want the touch all you need to do is-
BUFFY: Spike. Willow's into something. Okay, her and Dawn have been
missing for hours. There, there's some guy named Rack.
SPIKE: (frowns) Rack?
BUFFY: Yeah, he's, uh, some sort of-
SPIKE: I know who he is, he deals in magic. Black stuff, dangerous.
BUFFY: I've been all over downtown and I can't find his place.
SPIKE: Because he cloaks it. You can't feel it unless you're into the big
bad - a witch or a vampire or-
BUFFY: So let's go!
Spike stands up, still naked. Buffy quickly turns her back.
SPIKE: (scoffs) Oh, that's right. Hide your blushing eyes.
Cut to Rack's place. Dawn still stands there fidgeting. She looks up at the
clock. It now shows almost 11:00.
Dawn sighs, fidgets, looks around. Starts walking toward the rear door.
SLEAZY CIGARETTE GUY: Hey, wait your turn.
As Dawn approaches the door, it suddenly opens and Willow comes out, smiling.
WILLOW: Hey Dawnie. It's movie time.
DAWN: (angrily) Do you know how long I've been out here? It's too late
for the movie. And that guy smells like-
Dawn notices that Willow's eyes are completely black.
DAWN: (nervous) Are-are you, are you okay?
WILLOW: Fine. Let's get outta here.
Willow turns to leave. Dawn looks anxious, follows.
Cut to the two of them walking down the alley. Willow walks unsteadily,
occasionally bumping into Dawn.
WILLOW: So, what do you wanna do, cutie? (smiling)
DAWN: (sullen) It's late. I just wanna go home.
WILLOW: Uch! No way! I said we were gonna have fun, and we're gonna have
fun.
Shot of the two of them from the back, POV of someone watching and following
them. Cut back to the front view.
DAWN: (nervous) I'm serious, I think we should just get out of here.
WILLOW: (mocking) ' I think we should just get out of here.' (another
shot from behind) Come on, Dawnie, it's grownup time, do you wanna play with the
grownups or not?
Dawn looks upset. Another shot from behind as whatever's following them gets
closer.
DAWN: Why are you acting this way?
WILLOW: Oh, don't get all weird on me, we're fine. Everything's fine.
Another shot from behind. Now we see the thing following them, although it's
hidden by shadows. It's definitely demon-shaped. It snarls and continues
following.
Cut to a different street. Buffy and Spike walk along, peering into alleys.
BUFFY: Anything?
SPIKE: Not yet. I might pick up on it if you stop asking me about every
two seconds.
BUFFY: Spike, if you're dragging this out...
Spike rolls his eyes and stops walking. Buffy walks around in front of him,
turns to face him.
SPIKE: What, so I can linger near your precious self? Get a grip.
BUFFY: Like you've never drawn things out before.
SPIKE: Maybe, but we've been through this, haven't we? Things have
changed.
BUFFY: Will you quit that? The only thing that's different is that I'm
disgusted with myself. That's the power of your charms. Last night ... was the
most perverse ... degrading experience of my life.
SPIKE: (smiles fondly) Yeah. Me too. (resumes walking)
BUFFY: (walks alongside him) That might be how you get off, but it's not
my style.
SPIKE: (scoffs) No, it's your calling. Gave me a run for my money,
Slayer.
They walk in silence for a moment.
SPIKE: Now, I admit it. You've had me by the short hairs. (softly) I love
you. (glances at her) You know it. But I got my rocks back. You felt something
last night.
BUFFY: Not love.
SPIKE: Not yet. But I'm in your system now. You're gonna crave me, like I
crave blood. And the next time you come crawling, if you don't stop being such a
bitch, maybe I will bite you.
BUFFY: (stares, stops walking) That, that's it! I want you out of my
life! Out of my work, out of my home-
SPIKE: Too late for that. You invited me in already. (Buffy scowls) And
as for your work, you need me. Like tonight.
BUFFY: I'll find Dawn myself.
SPIKE: (rolls eyes) You really gonna put your little sis in danger just
to spite me?
Buffy glares.
Cut to Dawn and Willow still walking. Dawn looks extremely nervous.
DAWN: Willow. (shot of Willow staggering along) I'm serious. I'm going
home.
WILLOW: Uch, then go! God, I thought we were gonna hang.
DAWN: (alarmed) Well, you're not coming with me?
WILLOW: Well, I don't know. (smiling) Maybe I could just, uh, pop you
back!
DAWN: With magic? (shakes head in disgust)
Suddenly Dawn hears a noise. She stops, looking very fearful.
DAWN: What's that?
WILLOW: What? I didn't-
DAWN: Uh ... I'm getting out of here.
Dawn begins to walk, very fast.
WILLOW: Aw, Dawnie, don't. It was probably a cat or something like that.
Dawn turns to look back at Willow, turns back again and the demon steps out in
front of her. It's the same demon from Willow's two hallucinations earlier. Dawn
moves back, staring in horror. Willow looks alarmed, comes up to her.
WILLOW: Oh, it's okay, he's not real.
DAWN: (scared) Seems real! Very! Real!
DEMON: You summoned me, witch.
WILLOW: (nervous, moving back) I, I didn't-
DEMON: Did. You raised hell with your magicks.
The demon growls, reaches out with a clawed hand and slashes Dawn's cheek. She
shrieks. Willow moves in front of her. The demon holds his bloody finger up to
his face.
DEMON: Fresh.
WILLOW: Don't! She has nothing to do with it, it was me!
DEMON: Yessss.
Dawn cowers behind Willow as the demon approaches.
Suddenly Dawn kicks out her foot, catching the demon square in the middle. He
flies back into a pile of garbage. Dawn and Willow run off.
The demon gets up and runs after them.
Cut to another street. Dawn and Willow come running around the corner.
DAWN: He's coming! He's too fast!
WILLOW: Open!
We see a parked car. The doors swing open.
WILLOW: Get in!
Willow and Dawn jump into the car, Willow in the driver's seat, Dawn in the
passenger seat.
WILLOW: Close!
The doors close. The demon comes running around the corner.
WILLOW: Drive!
The car starts up and takes off with an extended screech of tires.
The demon continues running after the car.
Willow sits in the driver's seat laughing. Dawn stares at her in horror.
DAWN: What are you doing?!
We see Willow moving her hand in front of the steering wheel. The wheel turns in
the direction she moves her hand, making the car veer crazily from side to side.
Dawn holds onto the sides of the car and screams. The demon continues pursuing.
WILLOW: Woo! (laughing)
Dawn stares at Willow, terrified. The car zooms down the street and into an
alley. Dawn continues screaming.
WILLOW: (looking back over her shoulder) Take that, scuz-
The car goes into an alley, through an arched entrance, and slams into a
concrete pillar.
Blackout.
Act IV
Open on the same scene. The car sits with its entire front end smashed in, smoke
curling up from it.
Pan in closer and we can see Dawn still in her seat. No sign of Willow. Dawn
lifts her head and groans.
DAWN: Oh god.
She gets her door open and climbs out, clutching her left arm with an expression
of pain. There's blood on her face. She limps slowly around the front of the
car, looks over at the car and rushes over to the driver's-side door. We get a
quick glimpse of Willow slumped over the steering wheel.
The demon appears, leaping down right in front of Dawn. She screams and pushes
him away. She drops to the ground and begins crawling underneath the car.
The demon crawls over and grabs Dawn's leg.
Cut to Buffy and Spike walking along. Sound of Dawn screaming. They both look to
their right, exchange a quick look and rush off toward the sound.
Cut back to the alley. Dawn screams and kicks as the demon drags her out from
under the car. Her fists clutch at the ground.
The demon pulls her all the way out and she throws a handful of dirt in his
face. He lets her go and rubs at his eyes. Dawn gets up and tries to run away,
but he grabs her. Dawn shrieks and hits at him with her fists.
The demon backhands her and she flies quite a way down the alley, lands on the
ground. She gets up on all fours and tries to crawl toward the stone wall.
The demon comes over with one leap and snarls at her.
BUFFY: Dawn!
Buffy tackles the demon, carrying him away from Dawn. They both roll, get up.
Buffy punches him and they both go down again. Lying on the ground, she tries to
kick him but he grabs her leg and shoves it away, gets up. Buffy gets up too,
kicks the demon.
Spike crouches next to Dawn to look at her injuries.
Buffy ducks a couple of swings and then punches the demon. He punches her, then
she kicks him and uses her leg to sweep his feet out from under him. He goes
down. Buffy tries to grab him but he flings her off. She flies a few feet
backward, lands in a crouch. She gets up and does a flying kick, then the demon
grabs her shoulders but she breaks free and punches him. He punches her in the
face, picks her up and throws her at the stone ceiling. She hits the ceiling and
falls to the ground, gets up and faces off with the demon again.
The demon growls and snarls, but as he advances, he begins to tremble all over.
BUFFY: (bemused) *Now* you're scared? (shrugs) Better late than never.
Buffy frowns as the demon begins to scream and steam comes off of him. He
dissolves into a shower of sparks and smoke.
Reveal Willow standing behind where the demon was. Magic sparks still crackle
around her fingers. She walks forward and leans heavily against the wall. Her
eyes are completely black and there's blood on her face.
Buffy stares at her. Willow stands there panting.
DAWN: (OS) No, no!
BUFFY: Dawn.
Buffy rushes over. Dawn still sits on the ground cradling her arm against her
stomach, crying, with Spike hovering beside her.
BUFFY: What happened? Are you okay?
DAWN: (crying) Uh ... He was after Willow, she made the car drive, don't!
(Buffy tries to look at her injured arm) No, don't!
BUFFY: I need to see, okay, let me see your arm.
Buffy murmurs reassuringly and tries to pull Dawn's arm gently away from her
body. Willow rushes up.
WILLOW: Dawn? Oh god, there's blood. (Dawn crying)
BUFFY: (to Spike) Okay, we need to get her to a doctor.
WILLOW: Is she okay? Is she okay?
Buffy and Spike help Dawn stand up.
BUFFY: Back off, Will, I got her.
Buffy, Dawn, and Spike begin walking. Willow watches anxiously.
WILLOW: No, Dawnie!
BUFFY: I mean it, stay away from her!
Willow runs around in front of them.
WILLOW: (crying) Dawnie! Dawnie, I'm so sorry! (Dawn glaring at her) I'm
so sorry, it was an accident! I didn't see, I'm so, so sorry.
Beat. Dawn glares angrily at Willow. Then Dawn slaps her across the face.
WILLOW: (shocked) Dawnie! Dawnie, don't!
The others resume walking as Willow continues to cry and beg.
WILLOW: Dawnie, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...
Willow falls to the ground crying hysterically.
WILLOW: I'm sorry! I'm sorry... (crying)
The others pause. Spike looks at Buffy, gives a slight nod, leads Dawn away.
Buffy turns to look at Willow, walks slowly over to her with a stern expression.
BUFFY: (harshly) Get up.
WILLOW: (crying) I screwed it up, everything, Tara...
BUFFY: (grabs Willow's arm, pulls her to her feet) Yeah, you know what,
you did screw up, okay? You could have killed her! You almost did!
WILLOW: (crying) I know! I know! I can't stop, Buffy! I tried and I
can't.
BUFFY: You can.
WILLOW: (shakes head) I can't! I can't, I ju ... god, I need help.
Please! (sobbing) Please help me, please.
Willow puts her arms around Buffy and continues crying.
WILLOW: Please.
Buffy slowly lifts her arms and hugs Willow back. Willow continues crying.
Cut to the Summers house. Willow sits on her bed, a blanket wrapped around her,
her eyes closed. Zoom in slowly on her.
Buffy appears in background, in the doorway, leans against the wall with her
arms crossed. Willow opens her eyes, looks over.
WILLOW: Is she okay?
BUFFY: She's sleeping. The E.R. doc gave her something for the pain, it
knocked her out.
WILLOW: (anxious) But she's gonna be all right?
BUFFY: It's a fracture. You know, it's gonna take some time.
WILLOW: (looks away, whispers) God, I'm ... sorry. I'm so...
BUFFY: I just don't understand. I don't understand why you'd go to see
somebody like Rack, and I certainly don't understand why you'd drag Dawn into
it.
WILLOW: I don't know. The magic, I ... I thought I had it under control,
and then ... I didn't.
BUFFY: Because of Tara?
WILLOW: No. It started before she left. (pauses) It's why she left.
BUFFY: (pauses) Seemed like things were going so well.
WILLOW: It was. But I mean ... if you could be ... you know, plain old
Willow or super Willow, who would you be? (looks at Buffy) I guess you don't
actually have an option on the whole super thing.
BUFFY: Will, there's nothing wrong with you. You don't need magic to be
special.
WILLOW: Don't I? I mean, Buffy, who was I? Just ... some girl. Tara
didn't even know that girl.
BUFFY: You are more than some girl. (walks into the room) And Tara wants
you to stop. She loves you.
WILLOW: We don't know that.
BUFFY: I know that. I promise you.
WILLOW: I just ... it took me away from myself, I was ... free.
BUFFY: (looks down, pensive) I get that. More than you- (breaks off) But
it's wrong. People get hurt.
Buffy goes to sit beside Willow on the bed.
WILLOW: If something had happened to Dawn tonight ... something worse...
BUFFY: I know.
WILLOW: No, I don't think you do. I-I ... I was out of my mind, I ... I
did things I can't even...
Buffy continues looking pensive.
WILLOW: It won't happen again, I promise. No more spells. I'm finished.
BUFFY: (frowns) Good. I think it's right. To give it up. (pensive) No
matter how good it feels.
WILLOW: It's not worth it. Not if it messes with the people I love.
Buffy still has her pensive expression, not exactly thinking about Willow's
issues.
WILLOW: The magic wasn't all great. I won't miss the nosebleeds and the
headaches and stuff.
BUFFY: There you go.
WILLOW: Or ... keeping stinky yak cheese in my bra. (Buffy frowns) Don't
ask.
BUFFY: Now I don't have to.
WILLOW: 'Cause it's over.
BUFFY: Exactly. It's over.
They both nod and give each other nervous looks, tentative smiles. Then both
look away and stop smiling.
Cut to later. Willow lies in bed panting and sweaty, staring at the ceiling, one
hand clutching her stomach, the other clenched into a fist on the pillow.
Cut to Buffy's room. Pan across the windows. On each window several strings of
garlic cloves are hanging.
Pan down to reveal Buffy sitting on her bed, knees drawn up to her chest,
twirling a cross in her hands. There's garlic festooning the bedframe as well.
Buffy hugs her knees, looks around nervously.
Blackout.
In Loving Memory Of J.D. Peralta.
Executive Producers: Joss Whedon and Marti Noxon.