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* If I could walk

* Oh

* You know I'd never lie.

(applause)

Oz, hey!

Have a seat... except,
we don't have any seats.

It's okay.
I'll just scrunch in.

Xander?

Why are you giving
me a lap dance?

What?
I just like you.

WILLOW:
And that's very beautiful.

I think it's great

when two people
like two people

and want to be close to them
instead of anyone else.

Hear, hear!

Yeah, well put.
Hey, can I snag a sip?

Sure.
Yeah, you got it.

(applause)

Thank you!

Thank you.
Uh, we're here through Saturday.

Enjoy the veal.

Why are you
guys so hyper?

Hey, speaking of people

and things they do that
aren't like usual,

anyone notice Buffy
acting sort of different?

Let's see, uh, killing zombies,

uh, torching sewer monsters...

And no, that's, uh,

pretty much the, uh,
same old Buffster.

Well, I just mean, you know,
she's off by herself a lot more.

And she's kind of distracted.

Think maybe she
has a new honey?

A boyfriend?

Why wouldn't she tell us?

Excuse me?

When your last steady
killed half the class,

and then your rebound guy
sends you a dump-o-gram?

It makes a girl shy.

But we're the best
of Buffy's bestest buds.

She'd tell us.
Tell you what?

About your new boyfriend,
who we made up--

unless we didn't?

This was a topic
of discussion?

Well, raised,
but never discussed.

So, are you dating
somebody or not?

I wouldn't use
the word "dating,"

but I am going out
with somebody.

Tonight, as a matter of fact.

Really?
Who?

Yo, what's up? Hey,
time to motorvate.

Really, we're just
good friends.

(both grunting)

(grunting)

Synchronized slaying.

New Olympic category?

What do you think?

WOMAN:
Sloppy.

You telegraph punches,
leave blind sides open

and, for a school-night slaying,

take entirely too much time.

Which one of you is Faith?

FAITH:
It depends.

Who the hell are you?

Gwendolyn Post.

Mrs.

Your new watcher.

(wolf howling)

*

FAITH:
I'm telling you.

I don't need a new watcher.

No offense, lady.

I just have this problem
with authority figures.

They end up kind of dead.

Duly noted, and fortunately,
it's not up to you.

Mr. Giles, where do you keep
the rest of your books?

I-I'm sorry.
"The rest"?

Yes, the actual library.

Oh, I see.

I can assure you,
Mrs. Post,

this is the finest
occult reference collection--

This side of the Atlantic,
I'm sure.

Do you have
Hume's Paranormal Encyclopedia?

The Labyrinth Maps of Malta?

It's on order.

Well, I suppose that you have

Sir Robert Kane's
Twilight Compendium?

Oh, uh...

Yes, I... yes.

Yes, I do.

Yes, of course you do.

I have been sent
by the Council

for a very important reason.

Faith needs a watcher.

I am to act in that
capacity and report back.

Excuse me, Mary Poppins,
you don't seem to be listening--

Faith, if the Council feels that
you need closer observation,
then, uh,

we will all, of
course, cooperate.

The Council wishes me to report
on the entire situation here,

including you.

Hmm, academic probation's not
so funny today, huh, Giles?

MRS. POST:
The fact is

there is talk
in the Council

that you have
become a bit too

American.

Me?
Him?

A demon named Lagos is
coming here to the Hellmouth.

Mr. Giles, an illustration
of Lagos, if you please.

Oh, uh... yes, uh...

Perhaps later.

Lagos seeks

the Glove of Myhnegon.

No record of this glove's
full power exists.

But we do know
it is highly dangerous

and must not fall
into the hands of a demon.

Lagos must
be stopped.

Uh, what-what do you propose?

Well, if it's not
too radical a suggestion,

I thought we might kill him.

I suggest two slayers
at full strength

for a coordinated hunt.

We believe the glove to be
buried in a tomb somewhere,

so Lagos will be headed
for the cemetery.

There is more than one
in Sunnydale.

I see.

How many?

Uh, 12, within
the city limits.

Well, we'll just have to
take them one at a time.

Anything in your books
that might pinpoint

the exact location of
the tomb would be useful.

But then, we cannot
ask for miracles.

We will begin

tomorrow at sunset.

Faith?

With me, please.

That was bracing.

Interesting lady.

Can we kill her?

I think the Council
might frown upon that.

Well... uh, how do you feel

about a spot of training?

*

Uh...

I got to go.

Big night for us
slayer types.

People to see.

Demons to kill.

Better hurry before somebody
figures out what we're doing.

What are we doing?

Training.

And almost kissing.

Sorry.

It's just...

old habit.

Bad, bad habit...

to be broken.

It's hard.

It's not hard.

Cold turkey.

That's the key to quitting.

You think they make
a patch for this?

You have to go.

I really do.

I'm gonna try

and vent a little hormonal angst

by going out there
and killing a Lagos.

Whatever that is.

Lagos?

Some demon looking for some
all-powerful thingamabob,

and I got to stop him
before he unleashes

unholy havoc,
and it's another

Tuesday night in Sunnydale.

Be careful.

God, this is intolerable.

There's not a word here
about Lagos or the glove.

We don't have time
for this near-missing.

Just find out all you can
about the demon.

(stammers)
Its strengths,

its weaknesses,
its places of origin--

and most importantly,

what it plans to do
with this blasted glove.

Hey, you're not
the watcher of me.

Then go home, but if you
choose to stay, then work.

Ugh.

It's late.
I'm tired.

What does he want
from us, anyway?

The number of
a qualified surgeon

to remove the British flag
from his butt?

My eyes are all blurry.

(groans)

Oh, stop.

Right.

Stop means no.

And no means no,

so, um...

stop.

Willow, Xander?

You can stop your,
uh, studying.

I've got what I need.

What have you got?

Uh,
the probable location

of the Glove of Myhnegon.

It's, uh, housed in
the Von Hauptman family crypt.

Yeah, that's, uh, that big one
over at the Restfield cemetery.

Yeah, well,
that's great, Giles.

Um, how'd you find it?

I looked.

Where's Buffy at?

Uh, I'm not sure.

Well, I'll go check out
this, uh, crypt.

Um, tell her heads-up
if she, uh, stops by.

Yes, by all means, go.

And I'll just keep studying.

I think we're on the verge
of a big Lagos breakthrough.

No, I'd say we're done.

Ronnie, deadbeat.

Steve, klepto.

Kenny... drummer.

Eventually,
I just had to face up

to my destiny
as a loser magnet.

Now it's strictly
get some, get gone.

You can't trust guys.

You can trust some guys.

Really, I've
read about them.

Yeah.
So, what about you?

You mean like,
me and guys me?

Mm-hmm.

Not much to
tell these days.

Yeah, but you
got to have stories.

I mean, I've had
my share of losers,

but you, you
boinked the undead.

What was that like?

Life with Angel's--
was complicated.

It's still a little hard
for me to talk about.

Well, try.

Look, Faith,

all the Angel issues are
still kind of with me,

so if you don't mind,
I'd rather not.

Yeah.

Yeah, whatever.

You know what?

We're oh for six tonight.

Why don't we just
blow this off?

I am kind of beat--

But-but Shady Hill's
pretty close.

I'll swing through it.
It's on my way anyway.

Alone? I-I don't
know if I'd feel--

I got Miss Priss
on my back now.

I don't need
another baby-sitter.

I'll holler if
I'm having any fun.

Okay.

Later.

Thanks.

(bird calling)

(rustling, scraping)

(loud thudding)

Son of a bitch.
It's my lucky day.

(grunting)

(growling)

(grunting)

(low growling)

(grunts, growls)

(grunts, groans)

(growling)

(gasps)

(angry chuffing)

(panting, groans)

(bird calling, panting)

(sighs)

Hey, Giles,
here's a nifty idea.

Why don't I alleviate my guilt
by going out

and getting myself
really, really killed?

(rustling, scraping)

*

(Buffy exhales loudly)

Uh.

(panting)

Oh, God.

Buffy?
What am I doing?

What are you doing?

I don't know.
Shame on you!

Oh, God, I...

I don't even know
why I came back here.

Uh, uh... it's
good you did.

I think I have what
you're looking for.

Great. Just, wherever
this was gift-wrapped,

remind me not
to shop there.

Glove of Myhnegon.

The world's ugliest
fashion accessory.
Don't.

Once you put it on, the
glove can never be removed.

So... no touching.

Kind of like us.

You hold on to it. I'll...

I'll tell Giles
in the morning.

At least he'll be happy.

Ah! Yes. There we are.

There's a wood engraving. See?

The Glove of Myhnegon.

Yes, engraved by Father
Theodore of Wolsham.

Yes.
Based, I believe,

on very sketchy and
unreliable folk legends.

The pictures are fun
to look at, Mr. Giles,

but one really ought to read
the nice words, as well.

(tea kettle whistling)

Ah. Yes.

Some tea, perhaps?

I know that you must
find me tiresome,

but it's insidious, really.

A person slips up
on the little things,

and soon everything's gone

to hell in a
hand basket.

For example,
Buffy, your slayer...

Mrs. Post... I can assure you

that Buffy is both
dedicated and industrious,

and I am in complete
control of my slayer.

(door rattles)

Giles! We have a big problem.

It's Buffy.

Will you excuse us?

(whispering)

Would you like
some assistance?

Thank you.

That won't
be necessary.

(birds singing

(door opens,
footsteps approaching)

BUFFY:
Lagos is

out of luck.
I got the magic mitten thingy.

What's with all

the tragedy masks?

Better take a seat, Buffy.

What's going on?

We know Angel is alive.

Xander saw
you with him.

It would appear that
you've been hiding him

and that you lied to us.

WILLOW:
Nobody's here to
blame you, Buffy.

But this is serious.
You need help.

It's not what you think.

Hope not, because I think you're
harboring a vicious killer.

WILLOW:
This isn't about
attacking Buffy.

Remember, "I"
statements only.

"I feel angry."
"I feel worried."

CORDELIA:
Fine.

Here's one.

I feel worried.

About me!

Last time around, Angel barely
laid a hand on Buffy.

He was way more interested
in killing her friends.

But he's better now.
XANDER:
Better

for how long, Buffy?

I mean, did you even
think about that?

What is this,
demons anonymous?

I don't need
an intervention here.

Oh, don't you?

You must've known it was
wrong seeing Angel, or

you wouldn't have hidden it
from all of us.

I was going to tell you, I was.

It was just that I...
I didn't know why he came back.

I-I just wanted to wait.

For what?
For Angel to go psycho again

the next time
you give him a happy?

I'm not going to...

We're not together like that.

But you were kissing him.

You were spying on me?

What gives you the right?

CORDELIA:
What gives you the
right to suck face

with your demon lover again?

It was an accident.

What, you just tripped
and fell on his lips?

It was wrong, okay?
I know that,

and I know
that it can't happen again.

But you guys
have to believe me.

I would never
put you in any danger.

If I thought for a second that

Angel was gonna hurt anyone...
XANDER:
You would stop him.

Like you did last time
with Ms. Calendar.

WILLOW:
Buffy,

I feel that when it comes to
Angel, you can't see straight.

And that's why we're-we're all
going to help you face this.

But he's better now, I swear.
Look, you guys, he's the one

that found
the Glove of Myhnegon.

He's keeping it safe for us
in the mansion.

Right!
Great plan.

Leave tons of firepower
with a scary guy,

and leave us
to clean up the mess.

You would just love an excuse
to hurt him, wouldn't you?

I don't need an excuse.

I think lots of dead people
actually constitutes a reason.

Right. This is all nobility.

This has nothing to do
with jealousy.

Hello? Miss
Not-Over-Yourself-Yet?

Don't you start with me.
WILLOW:
Giles, no one's doing

the "I" statements.
That's enough!

Everybody.

Now Buffy knows
our concerns,

and her actions,
however ill-advised,

can be understood.

Our...

priority right now is to
retrieve the Glove of Myhnegon

and try to destroy it.

Now, all of you,
back to your classes.

(door opens)

(door closes)

Thanks for the bail in there.

I know this is
a lot to absorb,

but Angel did find the glove,
and that was a-a good...

Be quiet.

I won't remind you that
the fate of the world

often lies with the slayer.

What would be the point?

Nor shall I remind you that
you've jeopardized the lives

of all that you hold dear
by harboring a known murderer.

But sadly, I
must remind you

that Angel tortured me...

for hours... for pleasure.

You should have
told me he was alive.

You didn't.

You have no respect for me
or the job I perform.

(knocking)

A word of advice?

Vampires rarely knock,
especially in daylight.

Oh, right.

(scoffs)

So... this is your home.

Yeah. The, uh, decorator
actually just left.

Faith...

do you know who
the Spartans were?

Wild stab. A bunch
of guys from Spart?

They were the fiercest warriors
known to Ancient Greece.

And they lived in quarters
very much like these.

Do you know why? Because

a true fighter
needs nothing else.

I'm going to be very hard
on you, Faith.

I will not

brook insolence or laziness.

And I will not allow blunders
like last night's attack.

You will probably hate me

a great deal of the time.

You think?
(siren blaring)

But I will make you
a better slayer,

and that will keep you alive.

You have to trust
that I am right.

God only knows what Mr. Giles
has been filling your head with.

Giles is okay.

His methods

are unfathomable to me.

I find him entirely
confounding.

But that is not important.

Let him have his games
and secret meetings.

What meetings?

Oh, I don't know. Something
with Buffy and her friends.

Oh, right.

I guess that doesn't include me.

And why does he let her
socialize so much?

It hardly seems...

No matter.

Would you like to do
some training?

Training? As in kicking
and punching and stabbing?

Yes, that's the idea.

I'm your girl.

(school bell rings)

(indistinct,
overlapping chatter)

Hey.
Hey.

So on a scale
of one to a million,

how much are you
hating me right now?
Zero.

You were scared, you
kept a secret, you know?

It's okay. I mean,
secrets aren't bad.

You know, they're normal.

They're better than normal.

They're good.
Secrets are good.

Must be a reason why
we keep 'em, right?

Yeah, I guess.

So, are you going to
The Bronze tonight,

or, uh, are you
gonna sneak away

for a not-so-secret
rendezvous with Angel?

None of the above.

I'm gonna try and kill
this Lagos guy.

Peace offering to Giles.

Well, Angel has the
glove now, right?

Yup, but Lagos
doesn't know that.

I figure sooner
or later, he's bound

to show up at that crypt
looking for it.

Ah, but instead, he finds
Buffy in a not-so-good mood?

That's my brilliant plan.

(rock music playing,
indistinct crowd chatter)

You look pissed.

Rough day.
Tell me about it.

Rather just shoot.

Don't think I don't know
what you and your pals

were talking about
behind my back today.

(strikes ball)
Yeah? What was that?

More about this glove
deal than you're saying.

The Glove of Myhnegon? Right.

How'd you like a hit
of some real news?

Angel's still alive.

The vampire.

Back in town.
Saw him myself.

Toting the popular
and famous glove.

Angel.

(strikes ball)

Guy like that,
with that kind of glove

could kill
a whole mess of people.

Said the same thing
to Buffy myself.

Weird how she didn't seem
to care.

Buffy knew he was alive.

I can't believe her.
She says

he's clean.
Yeah, well, I say we
can't afford to find out.

I say I deal with
this problem right now.

I say I slay.

Can I come?

You wanted to see me,
Mr. Giles?

Yes. I do apologize for bringing
you in at this late hour.

Please. A good watcher must be
awake and alert at all hours.

Would you
like some tea?

God, yes, please.

I'm completely knackered.

I spent the afternoon
training with Faith.

She doesn't
lack for energy.
(laughs)

She's your first
slayer, I take it?

If you're questioning
my qualifications...

No, I'm not.

I have the utmost respect
for your methods...

in my own American way.

I also have the glove.

Oh, not actually on me,
but, uh, I believe it's safe.

It's at a... a mansion
on Crawford Street.

A-a... a friend of Buffy's
is keeping it there.

Well, we must get to it.

Immediately.

Hide it before
someone else finds it.

Or better still, destroy it.

Destroy it?

Yes. Yes, I-I...

I didn't think it could
be done either, but, uh...

it involves transforming
fire into living flame and

immolating the glove.

It's complex, but, uh...

I believe I have all
the necessary materials.

Well, I must say, Mr. Giles...

good show.

(grunts)

(gasps softly)

Good show indeed.

(grunts)

(chair squeaking)

(crickets chirping)

Um, not to downplay
my own slaying abilities,

which in some circles
are considered formidable,

but shouldn't Faith be here?

I tried calling,
but no one was home.

Look, if you're feeling
any demon-o-phobia, please.

Splitting is
totally an option.

You're not the one
in trouble with Giles.

That's true.
(bird calling)

How long do you think he can
stay angry at me, anyway?

The emotional marathon man?

Yeah. I can't
really blame him.

It's weird, though.

Now that my secret...

Angel-- it's all out
in the open...

I feel better.

Well, sure you do.
This big burden's been lifted.

Keeping secrets
is a lot of work.

One could
hypothetically imagine.

You have no idea.

None whatsoever.

But... can I ask you
a question?

When you were with Angel
and nobody knew about it,

did that make it feel,
you know, sexier somehow?

Not really.

It's too much pressure.

After a while,
it even makes the fun parts...

not so fun.

Huh.

What makes you think all this
secret stuff is sexy, anyway?

Nothing. Just wondering.

Got to keep asking
the big old questions

when you're blessed with this
girl's thirst for knowledge.

And okay, there's something
I have to tell you.

What?

Okay. This will make me
feel better, right?

(sighs)

You know, I always
consider myself a good person.

Floss, do my homework,
never cheat.

But lately-- and please
don't judge me on this--

but I want you to be the first
to know that-that...

there's a demon behind you.

(growling)

(grunts)

(demon growls, Buffy gasps)

(demon growls,
Buffy groans)

(grunting and growling)

(Buffy gasps, growling)

Ooh.

(growls, Buffy groans)

(growling)

(grunting)

Now we're talking.
(low growling)

(grunts)

Yes!

(sighs, bird calling)

Sorry about that.

So, what were you saying?

Oh, I...

I opened my S.A.T. test
booklet five minutes early.

Just doesn't seem
important now, does it?

Your secret's safe with me.

Come on.

Let's go bring Giles
some happiness.

Good old Sunnydale Library.

Fully equipped with
reference books, file cards...

and weapons.
Beauty.

I call crossbow.
You got it.

All right,
ready to go?
That I am.

(male moaning)

Wait.
What?

Oh, my God, it's Giles!

Giles, can you hear me?

What the hell happened?

Gee, let me guess.

Stop. Hold.
Just think a minute.

Yeah, I'm thinking. Thinking
Buffy's ex-meat did this.

It's not Angel's style.

The guy's a demon. How much
more proof do you need?

Bite marks
would be nice.

Yeah, I have a medical
emergency. Sunnydale High.

Screw this
waiting crap.
Faith,

if we leave, Giles could die.
Yeah, he's gonna have

a whole lot of company
unless I do something permanent.
Wait!

For what? You gonna grow a pair?

You handle the baby-sit,
and I'm gonna kill Angel.

(door closes)
Damn it!

(speaking Latin)

Giles is gonna be psyched

that we showed up
stuffy old Mrs. Post.

Oh, my God.
WOMAN:
Sunnydale Medical...

What happened? Giles.
We have a Caucasian
male, mid-forties.

Blunt object head trauma.
Notify ER we're bringing him in.

What happened?
No time for this.

Wait. Buffy, you must...

must destroy the glove.
You want him to live?

Get out of the way.
Use... living flame...

WOMAN:
Move!

What happened?

Your boyfriend's not as cured
as you thought.

What makes you think that Angel
had anything to do with this?

We saw what you saw.

So you just assume?
I didn't.

Faith did.

What did you tell her?

Only what
everyone knows.

She's a big girl.
Came to her own conclusions.

How much of a head start
does she have?

Ten minutes.

Go through Giles'
research, figure out

how to destroy the glove.

Shut up and help me.

What do you want?

Gwen Post. Mr. Giles sent me.

What for?

To help you destroy the glove.
Is that the living flame?

Yes.

Look, I'm sorry to be so abrupt,

but Lagos is on his way
here now.

If you're performing
the ritual incorrectly,

it will only make
the glove more powerful.

All right.

Good. Where is the glove?

It's in the trunk.

(grunts, thudding)

That's what I love
about this town.

Everyone's so helpful.

Bugger! Bugger!

Okay. That hurt.

But it was supposed to kill you.

If you'd been human,

it would have.

But...
I believe this your poison.

(growls)

(growls)

(grunts)

Mrs. Post!

(growls)
I can't believe

how much I'm gonna
kill you.
You're not

getting that glove.
You want to bet?

(grunting)

(growling)
(grunting)

(grunting)

What? (grunting)

XANDER:
Think we got it?
WILLOW: Well, it's either

the catalyst for living flame,

or just some
really smelly sand.

We'll have to test this.
I'll double-check.

What?

I know what
the glove does.

There's no time to test this.

I can't let you
do it, Faith.
You're confused,

Twinkie. Let me clear you up.

Vampire, slayer, dead vampire.

There's a lot that
you don't understand.

MRS. POST:
Faith? She doesn't

know. She's blinded by love.

Faith, no.

Trust me.

Faith, we can
figure this out.

(groaning)

(grunting)

(choking)

(groaning)

(grunting)

(grunting)

(yells, grunting)

The glove-- it's
in the trunk.

We'll get it.
Help Faith.

(groaning)

What are you...?

Stop! Guys, listen!

(grunting)

(blows landing,
grunting continues)

Finally.

(blows landing,
grunting continues)

(grunts)

(grunting)

(blows landing,
grunting continues)

(speaks Gaelic)

(thunder crackles and rumbles)

(thunder crackling)

What's going on?

Faith, a word of advice.

You're an idiot.

(speaks Gaelic)

(thunder crackling)

(electrical hissing,
thunder crackling)

(speaks Gaelic,
thunder crackling)

(panting)

(speaks Gaelic)

(thunder crackling,
hissing, rumbling)

Can you draw her fire?

You bet I can.
Go do it.

(speaks Gaelic,
explosive crackle)

MRS. POST:
There's nothing you
can do to me now.

I have the glove.
With the glove comes

the power.
I'm getting that.

(hissing)

(thunder crackling, screaming)

(screaming)

(screaming, whooshing)

(indistinct,
overlapping chatter)

So there's no
more glove thingy?

No. Little living flame,
little mesquite-- gone for good.

Sounds like
we missed

a lot of fun.
Then we're

telling it wrong.
WILLOW:
What do you think

Buffy and Angel
are gonna do?
XANDER: Boy,

do I don't know.

WILLOW:
Well, he saved

me from a horrible
flamey death.

That sort of makes
me like him again.

XANDER:
Well, as long

as she and Angel don't get
pelvic, we'll be okay, I guess.

What are you guys talking about?

Oddly enough,
your boyfriend. Again.

He's not my boyfriend.

Really, truly, he's...

I don't know.

Are we cool?

Yeah.

Just seeing
the two of you kissing

after everything that happened,
I leaned toward the postal.

But I trust you.

I don't, just
for the record.

(clears his throat)

Let me guess.

Gwendolyn Post, not a watcher?

Yes, she was.

She was, uh, kicked out
by the Council

a couple of years ago
for misuses of Dark Power.

They swear there was a memo.

BUFFY:
Well, I better go.

Little more damage control.

WILLOW (sighs):
The whole

Angel thing is so weird.

Yes, well, we'll have to see
how that unfolds, won't we?

MAN (on TV):
Yes, sir?

Police officers. My
name's Friday. This is...

(knocking)

Come in.
(door opens)

(TV plays indistinctly
in the background)

Hey.

(door closes)

MAN (on TV):
Called the police
just a little while ago.

Talked to a man down there.
I didn't get his name, though.

The place looks nice.

Yeah, it's real Spartan.

MAN (on TV):
Can you show us where
they broke in, please?

How are you?

Five by five.

I'll interpret that as good.

Look, Gwendolyn Post,

or whoever she may be,
had us all fooled, even Giles.

Yeah, well,
you can't trust people.

I should've learned that by now.

I realize this is gonna sound
funny coming from someone

that just spent a lot of time
kicking your face...

but you can trust me.

Is that right?

I know I kept secrets,

but I didn't have a choice.

I'm on your side.

I'm on my side,

and that's enough.

Not always.

Is that it?

Yeah, I guess.

All right.
Well, then, I'll see you.

(TV plays indistinctly
in the background)

Uh, Buffy?

Yeah?

Nothing.

Grr. Argh.