This episode was originally broadcast on January 19, 1998. 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.
Buffy's room at night. She sleeps fitfully. She wakes with a start and puts her hand to her head. She reaches over to her lamp, turns it on and lets out a sigh. She takes her glass from her nightstand for a drink, but finds it nearly empty. She gets up to fill it.
Cut to the hall. Buffy comes out of her room holding the glass and walks down the hall. Behind her Drusilla stalks her. Buffy opens the door to the bathroom and suddenly finds herself at The Bronze. A slow ballad, "Anything", by Shawn Clement and Sean Murray, is playing. Buffy ventures in.
Lyrics: Take me over, I'm lying down / I'm giving in to you
She finds Willow sitting at a table with a large cup of cappuccino and an organ grinder's monkey.
Willow: (to the monkey) L'hippo a pique' ses pantalons.
Translation: The hippo stole his pants.
Lyrics: I'm a hurricane
Lyrics: I cannot describe this feeling
Buffy continues on and finds her mother holding a large cup and saucer.
Lyrics: Now that I've found this love
Her mother sees her coming, and she turns to face her daughter.
Lyrics: I'll do anything for you
Buffy watches her go, then looks around the room again.
Lyrics: Now that I've found this love
She walks past Willow again and through the crowd to the stage. It's empty, no band tonight. She turns around and smiles warmly.
Lyrics: I'm a fire, burning like a house aflame
Angel is standing at the pool table. He smiles and starts toward her.
Lyrics: I'm a hurricane
Buffy begins to walk toward him.
Lyrics: I cannot move or see you fly / Now that I've found...
Lyrics: ...this love
They reach out for each other. Before she can touch him his hand begins to disintegrate. The rings on his fingers fall to the floor. His body doesn't explode like most vampires', but just crumbles to dust. Drusilla lowers the stake and takes the few steps over to Buffy.
Cut to Buffy's room. She wakes from her nightmare and quickly sits up, surprised and confused.
Opening credits roll. Buffy's theme plays.
~~~~~~~~~~ Part 1 ~~~~~~~~~~
Angel's apartment. There's a knock at the door.
Angel: Hold on.
He reaches for the knob and opens it. Buffy is standing there with a worried look on her face.
Angel: Hey. Is everything okay?
Buffy: That's what I was gonna ask you. You're okay, right?
Angel: Sure. I-I'm fine. (gestures for her to come in) What's up?
She comes in and puts her bag down. He swings the door partially closed and walks over to grab a shirt.
Angel: (pulls on the shirt) What happened?
Buffy: She killed you. Right in front of me.
Angel: It was just a dream. It wasn't real.
Buffy: But it felt so real.
Angel: (puts his hand to her cheek) It wasn't. I'm right here.
Angel: (reassuringly) Still, not every dream you have comes true. I mean, what else did you dream last night? Can you remember?
Angel: See my point?
Angel: (reassures) She's not. But even if she was, we'd deal.
Buffy: W-w-what if she is...
He grabs and kisses her, and she responds. A couple of kisses later they break off and look at each other.
Angel: What if what?
Buffy: (whispers) I'm sorry. Were we talking?
Buffy: I'm sorry. I, um... I-I have to go to school.
She turns and quickly heads for the door.
Angel: I know.
He follows her, takes her arm, turns her around and kisses her again passionately. They take hold of each other again. They stop kissing a moment later but keep touching foreheads.
Buffy: Oh, God, you feel...
Angel: You have to go to school. (guides her to the door)
Buffy: Right. I know. This is me. (backs into and shuts the door) I'm going.
They begin kissing passionately again. After a while they stop and look at each other.
Angel: You still haven't told me what you wanted for your birthday.
Buffy: (smiles) Surprise me.
Angel: (smiles) Okay. I will.
Buffy: (smiles) This is nice. I like seeing you first thing in the morning.
Angel: It's bedtime for me.
Buffy: Well, then I like seeing you at bedtime. Um... Um, heh... Y-you know what I mean.
Angel: I think so. What do you mean?
Buffy: I like seeing you. The part at the end of the night where we say good-bye... It's getting harder.
Angel: Yeah. It is.
Willow: 'I like you at bedtime?'
Willow: You actually said that?
Buffy: I know, I know.
Willow: Man, that's like... I-I dunno, that's moxie or something.
Buffy: Totally unplanned. It just... came out.
Willow: (giggles) And he was into it? I mean, he wants to see you at bedtime, too?
Buffy: Yeah, I, I, I think he does. Well, I, I mean he-he's cool about it.
Willow: Well, of course he is. 'Cause he's cool. I mean, he would never... you know...
Willow: Right. H-he's not the type.
Buffy: Will, what am I gonna do?
Willow: What do you wanna do?
Buffy: I don't know. I... I mean, (they sit on a bench) 'want' isn't always the right thing *to* do. To act on want can be wrong.
Buffy: But... to *not* act on want... What if I never feel this way again?
Willow: Carpe diem. You told me that once.
Buffy: 'Fish of the day'?
Willow: Not carp. (smiles) Carpe. It means 'seize the day.'
Buffy: Right. I... I think we're going to. Seize it. Once you get to a certain point, then seizing is sort of inevitable.
Willow: (wide-eyed) Wow...
Buffy: (smiles) Yeah.
The school bell rings.
Buffy: Oh... (gets up and goes)
Willow: (gets up and follows) Wow!
Buffy: (smiles) Yeah.
She looks over to the side and sees Oz sitting at a bench with his guitar.
Willow: (smiles) He's nice. Hey, I like his hands.
Buffy: Mm. A fixation on insignificant detail is a definite crush sign.
Willow: Oh, I don't know, though. I mean, he is a senior.
Buffy: (stops) You think he's too old 'cause he's a senior? Please. My boyfriend had a bicentennial.
Willow: That's true. (unsure) Uh... I guess... I just...
Willow: Well, what if the talking thing becomes the awkward-silence thing?
Buffy: Well, you won't know until you try.
Oz: (looks up) Hey. (gives her his attention)
Willow: Do you guys, uh, have a gig tonight?
Oz: Oh, no. Practice. See, our band's kinda moving towards this new sound where... we suck, so... practice.
Willow: (smiles) I think you guys sound good.
Willow: I bet you have a lot of groupies.
Oz: (nods) It happens. Now, I'm living groupie-free nowadays. I'm clean.
Willow: (smiles) Oh. (begins to feel awkward)
Oz: I'm gonna ask you to go out with me tomorrow night. And I'm kinda nervous about it, actually. It's interesting.
Willow: Oh. Well, if it helps at all, I'm gonna say yes.
Willow: (cringes and slaps her hand to her forehead) Oh! I can't!
Oz: Well, see, I like that you're unpredictable.
Oz: It's okay.
Willow: But you could come. If you want to.
Oz: Well, I don't wanna crash.
Willow: No, it's fine! Well, you could be m... my date.
Oz: (nods) All right. I'm in. (smiles)
Willow: (to herself) I said 'date'.
Cordelia: Well, just because she's Miss Save-The-World and everything, you have to make a big deal? I have to cook! And everything.
Xander: You're cooking?
Cordelia: Well, I'm chips and dips girl.
Xander: (gasps) Horrors! All that opening and stirring.
Cordelia: And shopping and carrying.
Xander: Well, then you should have a person who does such things for you.
Cordelia: Well, that's what I've been saying to my father, but does he listen?
Xander: Um, so, uh... You're going, and, and, and I'm going. Should... we maybe... go?
Cut outside the locker.
Xander: I dunno. This... thing with us, despite our better judgment, it keeps happening. Maybe we should just admit that we're dating.
Cordelia: Groping in a broom closet isn't dating. You don't call it a date until the guy spends money.
Xander: Fine. I'll spend, then we'll grope. Whatever. I just think it's some kind of whacked that we feel we have to hide it from all our friends.
Cordelia: Well, of course *you* wanna tell everybody. You have nothing to be ashamed of. I, on the other hand, have *everything* to be ashamed of.
You know what? 'Nuff said. Forget it. It must've been my multiple-personality
guy talking. I call him Idiot Jed, glutton for
He looks at her and exhales, then turns and walks off.
Giles: Oh, good morning. (quietly) Is everything in order for the party?
Xander: Absolutely. You ready to get down, you funky party weasel?
She and Buffy sit at a table in the lounge.
Xander: (into his shirt) Check, cancel spanking.
Giles: You fear it was more of a, a... a portent?
Buffy: See, I don't know. I don't wanna start a big freakout over nothing.
Xander: Again, so many words! Couldn't you just say, 'we'd be in trouble'?
Buffy: Maybe I should get 'gone', too. (stands up)
He gives her a smile as she goes.
Dalton: I have your package.
Spike: Just put it on the table... near the other gifts.
Spike: Are you dead set on this, pet? Wouldn't you rather have your party in Vienna?
Drusilla: But the invitations are sent.
Spike: Yeah. It's just I've had it with this place. Nothing ever comes off like it's supposed to.
Drusilla: (leans in and puts her hands on his chest) My gatherings are always perfect. Remember Spain? (crouches next to him) Hey... The bulls? (walks her fingers up his arm)
Drusilla: Shhh... (into his ear) I've got good games for everyone. (licks his cheek) You'll see.
She walks over to the table and inspects the roses and other red flowers that have been woven into the high backs of the chairs. She steps up to one.
Spike: Let's try something different with the flowers then.
She looks at him and calms down a bit. Then she eyes the boxes on the table and slowly walks around to them.
Drusilla: Can I open one? Can I?
Spike smiles at her, and she smiles back.
Drusilla: Can I? Ooo...
Spike: Just a peek, love.
She excitedly reaches for the latch on one of them.
Spike: They're for the party.
He wheels himself over to her. Cut inside the box. Drusilla lifts the lid, inhales in wonder and smiles.
Spike: Do you like it, baby?
Drusilla: It reeks of death.
Cut outside the box. She sighs and kneels in front of Spike.
Drusilla: This will be the best party ever.
Spike: Why is that?
She stands back up and leans toward the box. Cut inside the box.
Drusilla: It will be the last.
She slams the lid shut.
~~~~~~~~~~ Part 2 ~~~~~~~~~~
Joyce: Mall trip for your birthday on Saturday. Don't forget.
Buffy: Space on a mom-sponsored shopping opportunity? Not likely.
Joyce: Hmm. So, does, um, 17 feel any different than 16?
Joyce: Really? Tch. It's uncanny.
Buffy: I now possess the qualities one looks for in a... licensed driver. (looks at her mom hopefully)
Buffy: You said we could talk about it again when I was 17.
Cut to Ms. Calendar's classroom. She walks to her desk with an arm full of papers. She sets down her mug and a couple of other things and begins to go through them. Behind her a man in a dark suit and hat approaches her. He stops and looks at her.
Jenny spins around, startled. She stares at him in surprise.
Jenny: You startled me.
Enyos: You look well. (steps up to her desk)
Jenny: Yes, I'm fine. (goes around her desk) I know I haven't written as much lately. I've been busy.
Enyos: I cannot imagine what is so important to make you ignore the responsibility to your people.
Jenny: Well, I've been working and...
Enyos: (interrupts) The elder woman has been reading signs. Something is different.
Jenny: Nothing has changed. The curse still holds.
Enyos: The elder woman is never wrong. She says his pain is lessening.
Jenny: (looks down) There is...
Enyos: There is what?
Jenny: (looks up) A girl.
Enyos: (exhales in disgust) What? How could you let this happen?
Enyos: So you just forget that he destroyed the most beloved daughter
Jenny: I'm sorry. I thought...
Jenny: I know... Uncle. I know.
Enyos: Then prove it. Your time for watching is past. The girl and him, it ends now! Do what you must to take her from him!
Jenny: I will see to it.
Buffy: ...and then my mom broke the plate. It was just like my dream. Every gesture, every word. (looks up at him) It was so creepy.
Giles: Yes, well, I-I-I'd imagine it would be... fairly unnerving.
Xander: Hey! It's the woman of the hour.
She jumps over to the table, hugs Buffy's shoulders and gives her a big smile. She lets go and goes around to the other side of the table with Xander. Buffy just looks down and pulls her hair behind her ear.
Xander: You ground his bones to make your bread.
Buffy: What am I supposed to do until then?
Giles: Go to classes, do your homework, have supper...
She gets up from the table, grabs her bag and heads out of the library.
Xander: (pointing) Well, that's not a perky birthday puppy.
Willow: So much for our surprise party. I bought little hats and everything.
Willow frowns and nods in agreement.
Giles: May well be in danger... as they have been before, and, I imagine, will be again. One thing I've learned in my tenure here on the Hellmouth is that there is no good time to relax. And Buffy's turning 17 just this once, and she deserves a party.
Xander: You're a great man of our time.
Buffy: (startled) Oh, my God, I didn't see you there.
Buffy: 'Cause heaven knows there aren't enough books in the library.
Jenny: Uh, he's... very thorough.
Buffy: Oh, which is not to bag. It's kind of manly in an obsessive- compulsive kind of way, don't you think?
Jenny: Mm-hm. Um, you know, my car's here. Why don't I drive you?
She starts out to the parking lot. Jenny watches her go a few steps and then follows.
They round a corner, and Buffy sees something going on.
Buffy: This looks funky. Stop for a sec.
A truck is parked in an adjacent loading area. A man jumps off of the truck bed while another walks across the loading dock.
Buffy: Sorry. Sacred duty, yada yada yada.
She gets out of the car and goes to investigate.
Jenny: (sighs) What is this? (leans her head on her hand)
The truck's engine starts. Buffy turns and reaches for the door handle. Dalton makes a hasty escape. The truck door swings open before Buffy can reach it, and a vampire kicks out at her, hitting her in the arm, but not hard. She grabs for him and pulls him out of the cab and onto the ground. Dalton lifts the box onto the back of the truck. The vampire gets up from the pavement, and Buffy punches him, knocking him back down again. She backs up toward the truck to get around him, but a third vampire standing in the bed grabs her by the jacket and lifts her up. He gets her in a full Nelson hold. She pushes him back into a large box. He is stunned and lets go of his hold. She snaps her head back and butts him hard. The other vampire has climbed onto the truck bed also and comes at her. She punches him, turns and punches the one behind her, turns and punches the other one again, then kicks him in the chest, making him fall and roll over a crate. She blocks a swing from the one behind her, grabs his arm and shoves his head into the crate.
Angel: Where is she?
The others peek out from behind the pool table and look up at him.
Willow: Shhh! I think I hear her coming.
Cut outside. Buffy punches one of the wooden bed retainers and breaks off a piece. She jams it into one of the vampires' chests, and he bursts into ashes. The other grabs her from behind, lifts her up and carries her onto the loading dock. He throws her at a door. She hits it and rolls away.
Cut inside. The gang
hears the fighting going on outside and looks toward a window. Cut to the
window. Buffy and the vampire come
crashing through and hit the floor. Everyone gets up to look. Buffy scrambles
to her feet and kicks the vampire as he comes for her. He stumbles back
few steps. The others come closer to see. Buffy grabs
a drumstick from a drum set, spins around with it, thrusts it into the vampire's
pulls it back out. The vampire explodes into ashes. Oz watches in
The others all look back at her.
Oz: That pretty much sums it up.
Giles: Yes. W-what happened?
Buffy: (points behind her) Uh, there were these vamps outs... (looks around) W-what's going on?
Giles: Oh, um... A surprise party. (blows on a party favor)
Cordelia: Happy Birthday.
Angel: You sure you're okay?
Buffy: Yes, I'm fine.
Oz: Yeah. Hey, did everybody see that guy just turn to dust?
Willow: Uh, well, uh... sort of.
Willow: I know it's hard to accept at first.
Oz: Actually, it explains a *lot*.
Jenny: Hey, can somebody give me a hand here?
Jenny: Those creeps left this behind.
Buffy: What is it?
Giles: I have no idea. Can, can it be opened?
Buffy: Yeah. This looks like a release right here.
~~~~~~~~~~ Part 3 ~~~~~~~~~~
The Bronze. Buffy struggles with the arm. Angel tries to pull it off of her. Between them they get it off, and Angel stuffs it back into the box while Buffy steps back and tries to catch her breath. Giles slams the lid shut. Buffy coughs as Angel helps her aside.
Xander: Well, clearly the Hellmouth's answer to 'what do you get the Slayer who has everything?'
Buffy: Man, that thing had major grip.
Willow: W-what was that?
Oz: It looked like an arm.
Angel: It can't be. She wouldn't.
Xander: What, uh, vamp's version of 'snakes in a can', or do you care to share?
Angel: It-it's a legend... (Giles looks
at the box) way before my time... of a demon brought forth to rid the Earth
of the plague of
Angel: Not all of him.
Buffy: (raising her hand) Um, still needing backstory here.
Giles: Um... He, he, he couldn't be killed, yes? Um, a-an army was sent against him. Most of them died... but, uh, finally they were able to dismember him, but, uh... not kill him.
Angel: The pieces were scattered... buried in every corner of the Earth.
Jenny: So all these parts are being brought here.
Angel: She's just crazy enough to do it.
Angel: And bring forth Armageddon.
Cordelia: Is anybody else gonna have cake? (goes to the pool table)
Giles: We need to get this out of town.
Buffy: What about me?
Jenny: What, you're just gonna skip town for a few months?
Buffy: But that's not months.
Angel: (gestures grandly) I gotta catch a cargo ship to Asia, maybe trek to Nepal...
Buffy: You know, those newfangled flying machines really are much safer than they used to be.
Angel: Tonight. As soon as possible.
Buffy: But it's my birthday.
Jenny: (comes over) I'll drive you to the docks.
Drusilla: You lost it? You... lost my present.
Dalton: I know. I'm sorry.
Spike: It was a bad turn, man. She can't have her fun without the box.
Dalton: The Slayer. She came out of nowhere. I didn't even see her. She...
Drusilla cuts him off by putting her finger to his lips. She stares into his eyes. She lifts off his glasses and drops them to the floor. She stomps on them and grinds them into the concrete. She lifts her head with her eyes closed.
Drusilla: Make a wish.
She holds two fingers up to his eyes.
Drusilla: I'm going to blow out the candles.
Spike: You might give him a chance to find your lost treasure. He is a wanker, but he's the only one we've got with half a brain. If he fails, you can eat his eyes out of the sockets for all I care.
Dalton: I'll get it. Please. I swear.
Drusilla thrusts both hands at him and pulls them back at the last instant and up into raised fists, and smiles at him evilly. She bends down and picks up his glasses.
She unfolds them and sets them back on his nose.
Drusilla: Hurry back then. (pats his head)
Cut to the docks. Buffy and Angel make their way to a ship. Angel has the box on his shoulder. They walk arm in arm. Buffy leans into him, and he kisses her on the head. When they reach the gangplank Angel sets the box down. They take a few steps away from the box.
Angel: I should go the rest of the way alone.
Angel: But I'll be back. I will.
Buffy: When? Six months, a year? You don't know how long it's gonna take or if we'll even... (looks down)
Angel: Hey... (raises her chin) If we'll even what?
Buffy: (tears in her eyes) Well, if you haven't noticed, someone pretty much always wants us dead.
Angel: Don't say that. We'll be fine.
Buffy: We don't know that.
Angel: We can't know, Buffy. Nobody can. That's just the deal. (reaches into his pocket) I have something for you. For your birthday. I... I was gonna give it to you earlier, but... (shows her a ring with an intricate design)
Buffy: It's beautiful.
Angel: My people -- before I was changed -- they exchanged this as a sign of devotion. It's a claddagh ring. The hands represent friendship, the crown represents loyalty... and the heart... Well, you know... Wear it with the heart pointing towards you. It means you belong to somebody. Like this.
He shows her his own ring on his finger. She touches his hand, leans over and kisses the ring.
Angel: Put it on.
He takes the ring from her and slips it onto her finger.
Buffy: (sobs) I don't wanna do this.
Angel: Me either.
Buffy: So don't go.
They kiss. She puts her arms around him. After several kisses they stop and look at each other.
Two vampires suddenly jump at them from some cargo netting. One pulls Buffy off of Angel and throws her back. The other begins to fight with Angel. Buffy rolls
to her feet. The vampire swings at her, but misses. She grabs him and starts
pummeling his gut. Angel flips
the other one over onto his back. He gets up, and Angel swings
at him three times, but he blocks all of them. Angel's next punch lands on the vampire's face. Buffy ducks a swing, lifts herself up on the dock railing and kicks her
Angel ducks a roundhouse kick, grabs the vampire's arm and flips him over onto his back. He runs after Dalton and tackles him to the deck. Buffy's attacker shakes free of her and shoves her into a stack of crates. He follows up with a roundhouse kick, but she ducks it and he just hits the crates. She makes a grab for him, but he punches her in the face. Angel gets ready to punch Dalton but gets distracted when the vampire he was fighting before grabs the box and makes a run for it. Buffy's opponent grabs her by the jacket and roars as he swings her around, over the railing and into the water. Angel sees her go flying.
He jumps over the railing and into the water after her.
Giles: They should be back by now.
Xander: Hmm, it's sad, granted. But let's look at the upside for a moment. (gets up) I mean, what kind of a future would she've really had with him? (Willow looks sadly up at him) She's got 2 jobs -- Denny's waitress by day, (Giles looks up, too) Slayer by night -- and Angel's always in front of the TV with a big blood belly, and he's dreamin' of the glory days when Buffy still thought this whole creature of the night routine was a big turnon.
Willow: You've thought way too much about this.
Xander: And she cries?
Buffy: Dru's guys ambushed us. They got the box.
Xander: And we needed clothes because...
Buffy: Can this guy be stopped? Without an army?
Giles: Um, (reads) 'no weapon forged can kill him.' Not very encouraging. If we could only stop them from assembling him.
Buffy: We need to find his weak spots, and we need to figure out where they'd be keeping him.
Giles: This could take time.
Buffy: Good call.
Xander heads for the phone.
Giles: Round robin?
Willow: It's when everybody calls everybody else's mom and tells them they're staying at everyone's house.
Buffy: Thus freeing us up for world saveage.
Xander: Tsk. I think I read this already.
Xander: Gee, I'm over it.
Willow: (smugly) You're just jealous 'cause you didn't have a date for the party.
Xander: No, I sure didn't.
Angel: Yeah. She hasn't been sleeping well. Tossing and turning. (everyone looks at him) She told me. Because of her dreams?
They all go back to their tasks. The camera closes in on Buffy and loses its focus.
Cut to Spike's warehouse. Buffy walks in, looking at the party decorations. All around candles on tall sticks have burned way down. She goes to the table and walks around it. On the other side she sees Jenny walking the other way. She's confused about that, but gets distracted by several boxes sitting on the floor and goes over to them.
Drusilla: Now, now.
Drusilla: Hands off my presents.
She puts a sharp blade to Angel's neck.
Drusilla: More music!
She bobs her head to the gothic beat as she descends the steps. The party is going well. She makes her way to the head of the table and begins to dance there. "Transylvanian Concubine", performed by Rasputina, plays.
Lyrics: If you want to know how / To fly high then go now / To the place where all the concubines... / Meet and converse with them / Marvel at their pale skin / Wonder how they chew on their pointy... / Teeth and hair are beauty / They know it's their duty / To be Countess in their hearts and their...
Spike comes rolling in with a large box in his lap.
Spike: Look what I have for you, ducks.
Drusilla looks over at him.
Lyrics: Minds that have to whisper / See in them a sister / Look into their eyes and you'll become / Transylvanian Concubine
Drusilla smiles and steps over to him.
Drusilla: Ahh... The best is saved for last.
She takes the box from him and hands it to two vampires.
Lyrics: You know what flows there like wine / Sorrow is their master / Cackling with laughter / Now he's having just one piece of...
The two vampires take it over to where the other boxes have been assembled into the shape of a body. They raise the box and set the head in place.
Lyrics: Cakey is their make up / Catholics try to shake up...
Once in place, a bright light emanates through the cracks in the boxes.
Drusilla: (smiles) Hmm.
The front of the now unified boxes opens like a pair of twin gates to allow the Judge to step out. His skin is blue, and he has small horns on his forehead. He opens his eyes.
Drusilla: He's perfect, my darling.
Spike looks up at her.
Drusilla: Just what I wanted.
She steps back to him and takes his hand.
~~~~~~~~~~ Part 4 ~~~~~~~~~~
Spike: (rolls over to him in Dru's defense) Ho, ho, ho. What's that, mate?
Judge: You two stink of humanity. You share affection and jealousy.
Spike: Yeah. What of it? (taps his armor) Do I have to remind you that we're the ones who brought you here?
Drusilla: (smiles) Would you like a party favor? (indicates her guests)
Judge: This one is full of feeling. He reads. Bring him to me.
Another vampire grabs Dalton and keeps him from running away.
Spike: What's with the bringing? I thought you could just zap people.
Judge: My full strength will return in time. Until then... I need contact.
Dalton: No. No! NO!
The Judge puts his hand on Dalton's chest, and he begins to smoke. Drusilla watches excitedly. The Judge's hand begins to burn into Dalton, who quickly combusts, disappearing in a flash of flame and smoke.
Drusilla: (gasps) (gleefully) Do it again! Do it again!
Angel: She had another dream.
Buffy: I have a plan. Angel and I go to the factory and do recon, figure out how far they've gotten assembling the Judge. You guys check any places the boxes could be coming into town. Shipping yards, airports, anything. We need to stop them from getting all the boxes in one place.
Giles: Yes. Yes, well, um, actually, that's quite a good plan.
Cut to outside Spike's warehouse. The camera pans up to a second floor window. Cut inside. Buffy and Angel sneak quietly along the upper level. They look down at the party going on below. They walk to the railing.
Buffy: I saw this. (whispers) The party.
Spike: What? What is it?
Angel: We gotta get outta here.
Spike: Well, well. Look what we have here. Crashers.
Buffy: I'm sure our invitations just got lost in the mail.
Angel: (struggles) Leave her alone.
Spike: Yeah, that'll work. Now say 'pretty please'. (smiles)
Judge: The girl.
Drusilla: Chilling, isn't it? She's so full of good intention.
Angel: Take me!
Angel: Take me instead of her!
Spike: (raises his hand) Uh, you're not clear on the concept, pal. There is no instead. Just first and second.
Drusilla: And if you go first, you don't get to watch the Slayer die.
Angel's captors pull him back. The Judge reaches for Buffy. Angel looks up and around for a way out of this. Drusilla wraps her arms around Spike and smiles. Angel sees the chains holding up Spike's video monitors. Then he sees Buffy getting ready to defend herself.
Angel: Don't touch him!
Buffy kicks the Judge in the chest and knocks him back. Angel shakes off his captors and lunges for the chains. The Judge comes to a stop beneath the monitors, and Angel releases them. They crash to the floor on top of the Judge, hard enough to knock a hole in the floor. Buffy struggles free also, and runs to Angel. She sees the hole in the floor.
Buffy: This way!
They go to the hole, and Buffy jumps down into the sewers below. Cut to the sewers. Buffy rolls away from the hole, and Angel drops down behind her. They get to their feet and start down the tunnels. Cut inside the warehouse. Drusilla gives the order to pursue.
Two vampires rush to give chase. Cut to the sewers. Buffy and Angel pull a door closed behind them as their two pursuers drop through the hole and start after them. They look around to see where they went, but don't see anyone. They start down the tunnel, checking the side tunnels as they go, and continue past the door. When they've gone by Buffy opens the door and checks if the coast is clear. Seeing no one she steps over to a ladder and starts up. Cut to the surface. She lifts a manhole cover up, pushes it aside and quickly climbs out into the pouring rain. Angel follows right behind.
Angel: Come on. We need to get inside.
Cut to Angel's apartment. He opens the door, and they come in. He turns on the light. Buffy closes the door behind them. He takes off his heavy coat and lays it aside. Buffy is soaked through to her skin without a coat or jacket.
Angel: You're shaking like a leaf.
Angel: Let me get you something.
He gets some things from his armoire and hands them to her.
Angel: Put these on. Get under the covers, just to warm up.
Buffy walks over to his bed and sits down. She looks up at him. He faces away to give her privacy.
Buffy takes off her top shirt and winces and inhales in pain.
Buffy: Oh, um... It's okay. I just have a cut or something.
Angel: Can I... Lemme see.
Buffy clutches her shirt to her chest.
Buffy: (whispers) Okay.
Angel turns around and sits down on the bed behind her. He gently touches her back and looks at the cut.
Angel: It's already closed. You're fine.
Buffy leans back into him and cuddles her face to his. He puts his arms around her.
Buffy: You almost went away today.
Angel: We both did.
Angel: Shhh. I...
She turns around to look at him.
Buffy: You what?
Angel: I love you. I try not to, but I can't stop.
Buffy: Me, me, too. I can't either.
They start to kiss. After a moment Angel breaks off.
Buffy: (stops him) Don't. Just kiss me.
Cut to later. They are both in bed asleep. Outside lightning strikes, and Angel wakes with a start and gasps for air as he sits up.
He gets up from the bed and hurries off. Cut outside to an alley. Angel has dressed and crashes through the door into the rain. He stumbles over some trashcans and falls to the pavement. He cries out in pain and fear.
Cut to the apartment. Buffy stirs slightly but keeps sleeping.
To be continued...