This episode was originally broadcast on April 14, 1997. Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson
~~~~~~~~~~ Prologue ~~~~~~~~~~
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.
Darla: The Slayer.
Collin: I'd annihilate her.
Master: (inhales) Out of the mouths of babes...
Master: You have a personal interest in this.
Darla: (disappointed) I don't get to have any fun.
Cut to an alley. Three tough guys are lighting up cigarettes. The Three come around a corner at a steady, deliberate pace. The men see them coming and leave.
Cut to The Bronze. A cockroach is being chased along the floor.
Boy: Get it! Go get it, right there!
Girl: I got it!
She holds the roach up to the bartender and drops it into his jar.
Girl: Free drink, please.
The bartender nods his head and goes to get the drink.
Willow: Ah, the fumigation party.
Buffy: (not paying attention) Oh.
Willow: It's a lot of fun... What's it like where *you* are?
Buffy: (looks up and smiles) I'm... sorry, I was just... thinking about things...
Willow: So, we're talking about a guy?
Buffy: Not exactly a guy. For us to have a conversation about a guy, there'd have to be a guy for us to have a conversation about. Is that a sentence?
Willow: (smiles) You lack a guy.
Buffy: I do. Which is fine with me, most of the time, but...
Willow: He's not around much, it's true.
Buffy: (looks dreamily) When he is around... it's like the lights dim everywhere else. You know how it's like that with some guys?
Xander is on the dance floor, making a fool of himself. He dances up to a girl.
He backs away and bumps into Cordelia.
Cordelia: Ouch! Please get your extreme oafishness off my two-hundred- dollar shoes!
Xander: I'm sorry, I was just...
Xander: Oh, so you noticed.
Xander: Yeah, Thanks for being so understanding.
Xander: Y'know, hey, I don't know what everyone's talking about. That outfit doesn't make you look like a hooker! (laughs)
Willow: Just sitting here, watching our barren lives pass us by. (sees a roach) Oh, look, a cockroach. (stomps it)
Buffy lifts her eyes to see and then turns them back down.
Buffy: Alright, now I'm infecting those nearest and dear to me. I'm gonna call it a night. (gets up)
Willow: Oh, don't go!
Xander: Uh, yeah! It's early! We could, um, dance!
Buffy: Rain check? Good night. (leaves)
Willow: Want a free drink?
Cut to the street. Buffy is walking home. She senses something and stops to look behind her. Nothing. She continues and walks past an alley. She hears a breath and stops.
Buffy: It's late, I'm tired, and I don't wanna play games. Show yourself.
One of The Three roars and drops down to the sidewalk behind her. She reaches into her coat, pulls out a stake and quickly spins around to stake the vampire. Another of The Three grabs her arm as she swings.
Buffy: (surprised) Wuh!
The third member comes up on her other side and grabs her other arm.
Buffy: Ooo! Okay, okay, nice...
They pull her into the alley and up against a fence. The first one approaches her.
Buffy: Okay, okay... Look, I really don't wanna fight all three of you... unless I have to.
She snap kicks
him in the crotch, elbows the third, and tries to punch
the second. He blocks her swing and thrusts his knee into her gut,
slamming her into the fence. The other two recover and grab her again.
Opening credits roll. Buffy's theme plays.
~~~~~~~~~~ Part 1 ~~~~~~~~~~
Angel: Good dogs don't... (punches the vampire) ...*bite*!
Buffy is surprised, but quickly regains her head. Using the support of the two vampires holding onto her arms, she kicks up with both feet and hits them both in the face with a straddle kick. One of them grabs her again and holds her against the fence. Angel continues to fight the other two, punching one and snap kicking the second. One of them pulls a piece of iron bar off of a window.
Buffy: Look out!
Angel turns around, only to be sliced in the chest with the bar. Buffy shoves an open palm into her assailant's chin, pushing him off of her, punches him once in the gut and then slams both fists into his head. Angel is bent over in pain and is about to be stabbed again. Buffy quickly side kicks his attacker in the face, and he falls back away from Angel. She helps Angel up.
They come running out of the alley. The Three get up and give chase.
Buffy: Get in! C'mon!
She rushes inside. Angel is right behind her. Buffy slams the door on one of the vampire's hands. He struggles a moment, but pulls his hand back out. She slams the door shut and locks it. The vampire looks in through the glass. Another one looks in through the window.
Angel: It's alright. A vampire can't come in unless it's invited.
I've heard that before, but I've never put it to the test.
(leans on the door, sees his wound) Oh... I'll go get some bandages,
She heads into the kitchen. Angel looks out the window one last time and follows her. He takes off his jacket and his T-shirt. Buffy looks at him from behind and sees his tattoo of a griffin straddling a large "A" below his right shoulder. She brings over the first aid kit.
Buffy: Nice tattoo. (exhales) I was lucky you came along. (looks up at him) How did you happen to come along? (begins to bandage him)
Angel: I live nearby. I was just out walking.
Buffy: So, you weren't following me? I just had this feeling you were.
Angel: (smiles) Why would I do that?
Buffy: You tell me. You're the Mystery Guy that appears out of nowhere. I'm not saying I'm not happy about it tonight, but... if you are hanging around I'd like to know why. (finishes bandaging)
Angel: Maybe I like you.
Joyce: Hi! What are you doing?
Buffy: There's a lot of weird people outside at night...
Buffy: ...I just feel better with you safe and sound inside. You must be beat.
Joyce: I am. We're a little gallery. You have no idea how much...
Buffy: (interrupts) Well, then why don't you go upstairs and get into bed, and I can bring you some hot tea?
Joyce: That's sweet! (suspiciously) What'd you do?
Buffy: Can't a daughter just be concerned about her mother?
Angel: Nice to meet you.
Buffy: I'll say good night and do the same!
Joyce looks back down at her daughter and nods.
Cut to Buffy at the front door holding it open.
Buffy: Good night! We'll hook up soon and do that study thing!
She closes the door. Angel is still there behind it. They go up the stairs and into her room. She closes the door quietly.
Angel: Look, I don't wanna get you in any more trouble...
Buffy: And I don't wanna get you dead. They could still be out there. (moves to the center of the room) So, uh, (realizes) oh... two of us, one bed. That doesn't work. (faces him) Um, why don't you take the bed? Y'know, you're wounded...
Angel: I'll take the floor.
Buffy: Uh, no, that's not...
Angel: (reassuringly) Oh, believe me, I've had worse.
Buffy: Okay. Um, then why don't you check and see if the Fang Gang is still loitering and, um, keep your back turned while I change?
Angel: I don't see them.
Buffy: Y'know, I'm the Chosen One, it's my job to fight guys like that. What's your excuse?
Angel: Uh, somebody has to.
Buffy: Well, what does your family think of your career choice?
Angel: They're dead.
She has finished changing and comes over to him.
Buffy: Was it vampires?
Angel: (faces her) I-it was.
Buffy: I'm sorry.
Angel: It was a long while ago.
Buffy: So, this is a vengeance gig for you.
Angel: (pauses) Y-you even look pretty when you go to sleep.
Buffy: Well, when I wake up it's an entirely different story.
They go over to her bed. She hands him the comforter from it.
Buffy: Here. Sleep tight.
He lays the comforter down on the floor next to her bed. She gets into her bed and he lies on the comforter.
Buffy: Do you snore?
Angel: I don't know. It's been a long time since anybody's been in a position to let me know.
He turns his head to look at her. She smiles and settles in to sleep.
Cut to the library the next day.
Xander: He spent the night? In your room? In your bed?
Buffy: Not *in* my bed, *by* my bed.
Willow: That is so romantic! Did you, uh... I mean, did he, uh...
Buffy: (smiling) Perfect gentleman.
The girls exchange smiles.
Buffy: What? Saving my life? Getting slashed in the ribs?
Xander: Duh! I mean, guys'll do anything to impress a girl. I-I once drank an entire gallon of Gatorade without taking a breath. (grins)
Willow: It was pretty impressive. Although later there was an ick factor.
Giles: (coming to the table) Can we steer this riveting conversation back to the events that happened earlier in the evening? (Buffy sits down) You left The Bronze and were set upon by three unusually virile vampires. (puts a book in front of her) Did they look like this?
Buffy: Yeah. What's with the uniforms?
Giles: Well, you weren't here from midnight until six researching it.
Willow: No, I was sleeping.
Buffy: (turns to him) What?
Cut to the Master's lair.
Vampire: We failed in our duty, and now our lives belong to you.
Master: Pay attention, child. You are the Anointed, and there is much you must learn. (crouches beside him) With power comes responsibility. True, they did fail, but also true, we who walk at night share a common bond. The taking of a life -- I'm not talking about humans, of course -- is a serious matter.
One of The Three raises his head in hope.
Collin: So you would spare them?
Master: Hmm. (gets up) I am weary, and their deaths will bring me little joy.
Master: Of course, sometimes a little is enough.
He looks over at Darla as she kills the next one, then continues away.
Buffy: Cool! Crossbow! (lifts it out, sees the bolts) Huh. Check out these babies. (takes out a bolt) Hmm. Goodbye stakes, hello flying fatality. What can I shoot?
Giles: Um, nothing. The crossbow comes later.
He takes the crossbow from her and goes to put it back. Buffy is disappointed.
Giles: You must first become proficient with the basic tools of combat. (Buffy looks bored) And let's begin... (comes back with two poles) ...with the quarterstaff. Which, incidentally, will, uh, require countless hours of vigorous training. (hands her one) I speak from experience.
Giles: You never know with whom or what you'll be fighting. (puts on his head pads) And these traditions have been handed down through the ages. (grabs his staff) Now, you show me good, steady progress with the quarterstaff, and in due course we'll discuss the crossbow. Put on your pads.
Buffy: (laughs) I'm not gonna need pads to fight you.
He makes several thrusts and she parries them all. She takes the offensive, pushes his staff to the floor and punches him in the face. She comes around with the staff into his back, and again to knock his legs out from under him. He falls onto his back. She stands over him.
Giles: (stunned) Good. Let's move on to the crossbow.
Cut to the Summers house at night. Cut to Buffy coming into her room. She closes the door and looks around.
She turns on her desk lamp.
Buffy: Brought you some dinner. It's a little plateless, sorry.
She hands him a plastic bag full of food that she pilfered from dinner. He accepts it and looks at it.
Buffy: So! What'd you do all day?
Angel: Uh, I read a little.
Buffy looks over to her diary. It's out of place.
Buffy: My diary? You read my diary? (goes to put it in a drawer) That is *not* okay! A diary is like a person's most private place! (comes back to him) I... You don't even know what I was writing about! 'Hunk' can mean a lot of things, bad things. And, and when it says that your eyes are 'penetrating', I meant to write 'bulging'.
Angel: Your mother moved your diary when she came in to straighten up. I watched from the closet. I didn't read it, I swear.
She just looks at him.
Buffy: Oh! (looks down, realizing what she just said) Oh.
Buffy: (looks down) Hey, no big. Water... over the bridge, under the bridge...
Angel: When I am all I can ever think about is how badly I want to kiss you.
Buffy: ...over the dam... (looks up at him) Kiss me?
Angel: I'm older than you, and this can't ever... I better go.
Buffy: H-how much older?
Angel: I should...
Buffy: (approaches him) ...go... You said...
They kiss. They kiss again. They kiss passionately. She puts her arm around him. The kiss goes on for several moments. Angel suddenly pulls back and looks away.
Buffy: What? What is it? What's wrong?
He turns to face her and growls. She sees he has his game face on and screams. He takes a last look at her and jumps out of the window. He slides down the roof and off onto the ground. Buffy goes to the window and watches him run away. Her mother comes running into the room.
She backs away from the window. Her mom takes her by the shoulders. She looks at her mom and shakes her head.
Buffy: Uh, nothing. I saw a shadow.
They both look out the window.
~~~~~~~~~~ Part 2 ~~~~~~~~~~
The next morning at Sunnydale High. The team is walking up the steps from the street toward the building.
Giles: A vampire isn't a person at all. (clears his throat) It may have the movements, the, the memories, even the personality of the person that it took over, but i-it's still a demon at the core, there is no halfway.
Willow: So that'd be a no, huh?
Alright, uh... (sits also) ...you have a problem, and it's not
a small one. Let's take a breath and look at this calmly and
Giles: (crouches down) Uh, it is a Slayer's duty...
Xander: I-I know you have feelings for this guy, but it's not like you're in love with him, right?
Buffy looks away.
Xander: You're in love with a vampire?! What, are you outta your mind?!
He looks at Cordelia. She's looking somewhere else, but turns to him.
Cordelia looks back at another girl wearing the same dress she is.
Cordelia: Where did you get that dress? (pursues her) This is a one-of- a-kind Todd Oldham. Do you know how much this dress cost? Is this a knockoff? (checks the label) This is a knockoff, isn't it?! Some cheesy knockoff! This is exactly what happens when you sign these free trade agreements!
The two girls disappear into the building.
Buffy: You think *we* have problems...
Cut to the hall outside Angel's apartment. He comes through the door and goes to his apartment door. He unlocks it and goes in. Cut inside. There are a bunch of old books stacked along the wall. He closes the door and goes over to turn on a lamp. When he straightens back up he senses a presence.
Angel: Who's here?
Darla: A friend.
He quickly faces the voice. Darla comes out of the shadows wearing a Catholic schoolgirl uniform.
Darla: Hi. It's been a while.
Angel: A lifetime.
Darla: Or two, but who's counting?
Angel: What's with the Catholic schoolgirl look? Last time I saw you it was kimonos.
Darla: And last time I saw you it wasn't high school girls. (flares the skirt) Don't cha like? (approaches Angel) Remember Budapest? Turn of the century? You were such a bad boy during that earthquake.
Angel: You did some damage yourself.
Darla: Is there anything better than a natural disaster? (walks away) The panic. The people lost in the streets. It's like picking fruit off the vine. (reaches the bed) Nice! You're living above ground, like one of them. You and your new friend are attacking us, like one of them. (walks to the window) But guess what, precious? You're not one of them.
She draws the window blinds open, letting in a stream of sunlight. Angel is blinded, and he stumbles backward to get out of the light.
Darla: Are you?
Angel: No. But I'm not exactly one of you either.
Darla: (walks to the fridge) Is that what you tell yourself these days?
She opens the refrigerator and sees the bags and bottles of human blood.
Darla: You're not exactly living off quiche. (closes the fridge) You and I both know what you hunger for. (goes over to him) What you need. Hey, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's who we are. It's what makes eternal life worth living. (smiles and touches him) Mm. You can only suppress your real nature for so long. You can feel it brewing inside of you. I hope I'm around when it explodes.
Angel: Maybe you don't wanna be.
Darla: I'm not afraid of you. I bet she is, though. (starts to leave) Or maybe I'm underestimating her. Talk to her. Tell her about the curse. Maybe she'll come around. And if she still doesn't trust you, you know where I'll be.
She exits the apartment, leaving an angry Angel behind.
Giles: Here's something at last.
Xander: Can you please warn us before you do that?
Buffy: They got that right.
Xander: (clears his throat) I'm not saying anything, I have nothing to say.
Buffy: Yeah, it's a, it's a bird or something.
Xander: Now I'm sayin' something. You saw him naked?
Giles: Not long for a vampire. Uh, two hundred and forty years or so.
Buffy: Huh! Two hundred and forty. Well, he said he was older.
Giles: (sits and looks through the diary) Angelus leaves Ireland, uh, wreaks havoc in, in Europe for, uh, several decades, and then, um, about eighty years ago, the most curious thing happens. He, he comes to, uh, to America, um, shuns other vampires, and, and lives alone. There's, there's no, no record of him hunting here.
Willow: So he *is* a good vampire! I mean, on a scale of one to ten, ten being someone who's killing and maiming every night, and one being someone who's... not.
Giles: I say that there's no record, but, uh, vampires hunt and kill. It's, it's what they do.
Xander: Fish gotta swim, birds gotta fly.
Buffy: He could've fed on me. He didn't.
Xander: Question: a hundred years or so before he came to our shores, what was he like then?
Giles: Uh, like all of them. Uh, a vicious, violent animal.
Cut to the Master's lair.
Master: How can my children learn if I do everything for them?
Darla: But you've gotta let me take care of the Slayer.
Master: Oh! You're giving me orders now!
Darla: (walks away) Okay, then, we'll just do nothing while she takes us out one by one.
Darla: So do I.
Master: (considers) Why would he kill her if he feels for her?
Darla: To keep her from killing him.
Cut to the school at night.
Willow: Okay, so let's review.
Buffy: Huh? (comes back to earth) Oh! Um, reconstruction... Uh, reconstruction began after the... construction, which was... shoddy, so they had to reconstruct.
Willow: After the destruction of the Civil War.
Willow: Are we gonna talk about boys, or are we gonna help you pass history?
Willow: No, no, no, no. No speaking up. That way leads to madness and sweaty palms.
Darla peeks out from behind the stacks.
Buffy: (smiles) Unbelievable!
Darla continues to watch and listen.
Willow: Wow! And it is kinda novel how he'll stay young and handsome forever, although you'll still get wrinkly and die, and... Oh, and what about the children? (Buffy looks at her) I'll be quiet now.
Buffy: No, it's okay. I need to hear this. I need to get over him so I can...
Willow: So that you can... (makes a stabbing gesture)
Buffy: Like Xander said, I'm the Slayer, and he's a... vampire. God, I can't! He's never done anything to hurt me... (collects herself) Okay, no, I need to stop thinking about this. Okay, let's give another half an hour and maybe something will sink in. And then I'm going home for some major moping.
Darla smiles and backs away.
Willow: Okay. The era of the congressional reconstruction, usually called radical...
Cut to the Summers house. Cut inside to the kitchen where Joyce is doing her taxes and having coffee. She hears creaking on the porch outside and gets up to investigate. She looks out the door window and sees nothing. She opens the door a bit and still there's nothing. She closes the door and heads to the front. Darla looks in, sporting her game face. Joyce walks slowly through the living room and hears a knocking on the door. She looks out, sees Darla in her human guise and opens the door.
Joyce: Oh! (exhales) Nice to meet you.
Darla: (exhales) She didn't mention anything about me coming over for a study date, did she?
Joyce: Well, I, I know she's supposed to be home soon. Would you like to come in and wait?
Darla: (comes in) It's very nice of you to invite me into your home. (smiles)
Joyce: You're welcome. I've been wrestling with the IRS all night. Would you like something to eat? (starts to the kitchen)
Darla: (follows) Yes, I would!
She looks at Joyce's neck. Cut to the kitchen.
Joyce: Let's see what we have. Do you feel like something little or something big?
Darla: (vamped out) Something big!
Cut outside. Angel comes walking up to the house. He almost knocks, but then decides to leave. As he goes he hears Joyce scream. He runs around to the back door and kicks it in. He sees Darla biting Joyce.
Angel: Let her go!
She shoves Joyce into Angel's arms so he can see the bite and smell the blood. He struggles with himself and looks away from the bite. Darla watches with a big smile. Angel looks up at her again with his game face on.
Darla: Welcome home!
Buffy: Hey! I'm home.
She turns toward him and freezes with fear. Angel bares his fangs and growls.
~~~~~~~~~~ Part 3 ~~~~~~~~~~
The Summers house. Cut to the living room window. Angel flies through it and tumbles over the porch, through the bushes and onto the lawn. Buffy comes over to the broken window and looks out at him as he gets up.
Buffy: You're not welcome here. You come near us and I'll kill you.
Angel just looks at her. She goes back inside. He turns to leave.
Cut inside. Buffy grabs the phone, dials 911 and goes over to kneel by her mother.
Buffy: Mom! Mom, can you hear me?! (the operator answers) Yes, I need an ambulance, 1630 Revello Drive! My mother cut herself, she lost a lot of blood! Please, please hurry! (drops the phone) Mom!
Xander: Oh, my God!
Willow: What happened?!
Buffy: Do you remember anything, Mom?
Cut inside the room.
Joyce: Just, um, your friend came over... I was gonna make a snack...
Buffy: (misunderstands) My friend?
Giles comes in.
Joyce: Oh, the librarian from your school! (confused) What's he doing here?
Giles: Uh, I-I just came to pay my respects, wish you a speedy recovery.
Joyce: Boy, the teachers really *do* care in this town.
Buffy: Get some rest now.
She gives her mom a kiss, and they all go outside the room. Cut to the hall.
Buffy: She's gonna be okay. They, they gave her some iron... Her, uh, blood count was a, a little...
Giles: ...a little low. It presents itself like mild anemia. Uh, you, you were, uh, lucky you got to her as soon as you did.
Buffy: Lucky? Stupid.
Xander: Buff, it's not your fault.
Buffy: No? I invited him into my home. Even after I knew who he was, what he was, and I didn't do anything about it... 'cause I had feelings for him, because I cared about him.
Willow: If you care about somebody you care about them. You can't change that by...
Buffy: ...killing them? Maybe not. But I think it's a start. (starts to leave)
Xander: Uh, we'll keep an eye on your mom.
Buffy: So do I.
Cut to the armory in the library. Buffy loads the crossbow with bolts.
Darla: She's out hunting you right now.
Cut to Angel's apartment.
Darla: She wants to kill you.
Angel: Leave me alone.
Darla: What did you think? Did you think she would understand? That she would look at your face... your true face... and give you a kiss?
Cut to Buffy in the library. She takes a practice shot at an anti-smoking poster and nails the guy in the heart.
Darla: For a hundred years you've not (Buffy lowers the bow) had a moment's peace because you will not (cut to the apartment) accept who you are. That's all you have to do. Accept it. Don't let her hunt you down. Don't whimper and mewl like a mangy human. Kill! Feed! Live!
She has pushed Angel to the limit. He jumps up and shoves her against the wall with her arms pinned up.
Darla: What do you want?
Angel: I want it finished!
Darla: That's good. You're hurting me. (smiles) That's good, too.
Cut to outside The Bronze. Buffy has the crossbow held ready. She comes through a hole in a fence and goes toward the entrance. She hears glass breaking above her and turns to the noise. She looks around as she goes to the wall where there's a ladder. She starts to climb.
Joyce: She talks about you all the time.
Cut to the hospital room.
Joyce: It's important to have teachers who make an impression.
Giles: She makes quite an impression herself.
Joyce: I-I know she's having trouble with history. I-is it too difficult for her or is she not applying herself?
Giles: She lives very much in the 'now', um, and, uh, history, of course, is, is very much about the, uh... the 'then'. B-b-but there's no reason...
Joyce: Her friend, the one who came over tonight.
Joyce: Poor thing, I must've frightened her half to death when I fainted. Someone should really check and make sure she's alright.
Giles: (gets up) Yes, someone should, right away. I'll do it. (grabs his coat and leaves)
Joyce: That school is amazing!
Giles: We have a problem.
Buffy: I know you're there. And I know what you are.
Angel: Do you?
She faces his voice.
Angel: I'm just an animal, right?
Buffy: You're not an animal. Animals I like.
She keeps looking around her. He growls and comes out of the shadows to face her. She trains the crossbow on him.
Angel: Let's get it done!
He growls and begins to run. He jumps onto a pool table. Buffy follows him with her aim and shoots, but misses. Angel jumps up onto the catwalk above. Buffy can't see him in the shadows. He swings down and kicks her in the back, knocking her onto a pool table. She does a standing back kick at him behind her and sends him into the wall. She runs around the table and dives for the crossbow. She rolls onto her back and takes aim at him. He slowly gets up and growls.
~~~~~~~~~~ Part 4 ~~~~~~~~~~
Angel: C'mon! Don't go soft on me now!
Buffy launches the bolt. It hits the wall next to him.
Angel: Little wide.
Buffy: Why? (gets up) Why didn't you just attack me when you had the chance? Was it a joke? To make me feel for you and then... I've killed a lot of vampires. I've never hated one before.
Angel: Feels good, doesn't it? Feels simple.
Buffy: I invited you into my home and then you attacked my family!
Why not? I killed mine. I killed their friends... and their
friend's children... For a hundred years I offered ugly death to
Buffy: What changed?
Angel: Fed on a girl about your age... beautiful... dumb as a post... but a favorite among her clan.
Buffy: Her clan?
Angel: Romany. Gypsies. The elders conjured the perfect punishment for me. They restored my soul.
Buffy: What, they were all out of boils and blinding torment?
Angel: When you become a vampire the demon takes your body, but it doesn't get your soul. That's gone! No conscience, no remorse... It's an easy way to live. You have no idea what it's like to have done the things I've done... and to care. I haven't fed on a living human being since that day.
Buffy: So you started with my mom?
Angel: I didn't bite her.
Buffy: Then why didn't you say something?
Angel: But I wanted to. I can walk like a man, but I'm not one. I wanted to kill you tonight.
Buffy: Go ahead.
He just looks at her in silence.
Buffy: Not as easy as it looks.
Darla: Sure it is!
They turn toward the voice and see Darla coming out of the shadows.
Giles: Keep looking for her.
Cut to The Bronze.
Darla: Do you know what the saddest thing in the world is?
Buffy: Bad hair on top of that outfit?
Darla: To love someone who used to love you.
Darla: For several generations.
Buffy: Well, you been around since Columbus, you are bound to pile up a few ex's. You're older than him, right? Just between us girls, you are looking a little worn around the eyes.
Darla: (smiles) I made him. There was a time when we shared everything, wasn't there Angelus? You had a chance to come home, to rule with me in the Master's court for a thousand years, but you threw that away because of her. You love someone who hates us. You're sick. And you'll always be sick. And you'll always remember what it was like to watch her die. (smiles) You don't think I came alone, do you?
Buffy: I know I didn't.
She kicks the bow up into her hands and aims it at Darla.
Darla: Hmm, scary.
She produces two pistols from behind her back, one in each hand.
She shoots Angel. He staggers back onto a post.
Darla: Oh, don't worry. Bullets can't kill vampires. Can hurt them like hell, but... (giggles)
Buffy retreats. Darla starts shooting at her. Buffy does a diving shoulder roll over a pool table and takes cover behind it. Cut outside. Giles, Willow and Xander hear the shots from inside The Bronze.
Xander: Did you just hear...
They run to find a way in. Cut inside. Buffy reloads the crossbow.
Darla: So many body parts, so few bullets. Let's begin with the kneecaps. No fun dancing without them.
She caps off a few more rounds, and the pool table takes a few hits. Buffy pops up with the crossbow and takes a shot at Darla. She doubles over when it hits her in the abdomen. Buffy watches as she straightens back up again.
Darla: Close, but no heart.
Xander: We need to distract her, fast!
Darla turns toward the voice and lets loose a hail of bullets as they hug the floor for cover. Angel pulls the bolt from the wall. Darla turns her attention back on Buffy and hops up onto the pool table. Buffy jumps up, grabs the edge of the table and pulls, knocking Darla onto her back. She pushes the table away and starts to run for cover. Darla fires off a few rounds as she rides the table across the floor. Buffy leaps for cover over a glass case in a dive roll as bullets break it all around her. The pool table has stopped sliding, and Darla gets up to look for Buffy. She hops off of it and advances on the counter while shooting. Giles gets up and messes with the lighting system controls. The strobes come on. Darla looks up at him and stops shooting. Buffy takes the opportunity to change position. Darla sees her move and lets loose another volley.
Angel comes up behind her, roars and plunges the bolt into her back. She is surprised and cries out in pain. She turns to look at her attacker.
She falls to the floor and bursts into ashes. Buffy rises up to see. Angel looks up from Darla's ashes at Buffy. She comes out from behind the counter. He looks at her a moment longer and then turns and leaves. Buffy is speechless and just watches him go.
Cut to the Master's lair. He screams as he wields a tall candleholder and smashes it in anger. He flails out with his arms and knocks other things over. Finally he sinks to the ground in grief. Collin comes over to him.
Collin: Forget her.
Master: (looks up angrily) How dare you? She was my favorite. For four hundred years...
Collin: She was weak. You don't need her. I'll bring you the Slayer.
Cut to later at The Bronze.
Xander: Ah, the post-fumigation party.
Buffy: Okay, so what's the difference between this and the pre- fumigation party?
Xander: Much hardier cockroaches.
Buffy: Nah. It's weird, though. In his way I feel like he's still watching me.
Willow: Well, in a way he sort of is. In the way of that he's right over there.
Xander: I don't need to watch because I'm not threatened. Just gonna look this way.
Lyrics: Did they know what they wanted / The times they kissed me? / And your hands / I held in mine
Angel: I just wanted to see if you were okay. And your mother.
Buffy: We're both good. You?
Angel: If I can go a little while without getting shot or stabbed I'll be alright. Look, this can't...
Buffy: ...ever be anything. I know. For one thing, you're, like, two hundred and twenty-four years older than I am.
Angel: I just gotta... I gotta walk away from this.
Buffy: (nods) I know. Me, too. (whispers) One of us has to go here.
Angel: (whispers) I know.
Lyrics: Your eyes / That always make me shiver / Now they are closed / They just sometimes twitch a little
Xander: What's going on?
Xander: Well, as long as they're not kissing.
Lyrics: And your body / I could hold for an hour / It sent me to Heaven / With its heat and power
Buffy: You okay?
Angel: It's just...
Buffy: ...painful. I know. See you around?
Lyrics: I'll remember you / You will be there in my heart / I'll remember you / And that is all that I can do / But I'll remember
Charles Wesley as Meanest Vamp