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GILES: Previously on Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

Buffy, no.

Dawnie, I have to.

BUFFY'S VOICE: Be brave.

Live. For me.

We need the world and the underworld

to believe that Buffy is alive and well.

You're a machine!

You telling me there's no Slayer in Sunnydale?

It was like a trick. A robot.

-I am programmed to go to you when I'm injured. -Good thinking.

Town is wide open. Nowhere like the Hellmouth for a party.

Let's ride!

-"I've gone." -GILES: I'm not one for good-byes,

I thought it best to slip out quietly. Love to all, Giles.

You're talking about raising the dead.

What if something does go wrong?

I'm telling you it won't.

We saw her body, Wil. We buried it.

But her soul. Her essence.

She could be trapped in some sort of hell dimension.

I'm not going to leave her there.

Osiris, here lies the warrior of the people.

-Let her cross over. -Oh, my god!

- She needs help. -TARA: Willow!

Oh, my--

-(groans) -You're nothing but a toy.

Get her!

-Release her! -Willow! I need service.

No!

Oh, I'm dangerously close from a systems failure.

Must-- Oh! Disengage from combat...

so-- Oh! ...Willow can service me.

I'll service you, girl toy.

Willow.

I'm pretty sure she's okay.

Or as okay as anyone who just had snakes coming out of their mouth.

What the hell was that all about, Tara?

Less talk, more running away. I'm sure the woods'll give us cover.

Their motorcycles can't follow us in here.

(engines revving) Someone should tell them that.

New plan.

Let's split up.

No, bad plan.

-I'll take her. -No. I can carry her.

I'll keep her safe, Tara.

We should meet up somewhere.

XANDER: The Magic Box. And whoever gets there first, call Dawn and Spike.

What, um, the Buffybot?

-We can't. It's lost. -(engines revving)

Go!

(shouting, grunting)

(gasping)

(theme music playing)

(gasping)

Xander. Xander, where--

-Shh. Shush. -Where--

We're using our quiet voice, Wil.

Wh-Wh-Where's Tara?

Off and running, like we need to be.

-We gotta keep moving. -Moving.

Oh. Right.

Demons on bikes.

Yeah, we got trouble...

right here in Hellmouth City,

and our very own Robo-Buffy led them right to us.

Buffy. The ritual. We have to go back.

Wil, I told you.

No. We have to try again. We can't.

We have to, Xander.

She's-- She's waiting.

She's counting on us, on me.

I can't leave her there anymore.

I won't. We have to finish.

-Shh. -(engines revving)

Wil, the Urn of Cirrhosis--

-Osiris? -Yeah.

It got kind of...

Broken.

It's broken. I remember.

So we'll find another one.

Better made. Anya and I will jump back into the Web--

There is no other one.

Okay, then we'll fix this one.

A little tape, a dab of Krazy Glue. No.

It's no use.

The urn's defiled.

It's gone.

Nothing.

It was all for nothing.

Buffy's gone.

She's really gone.

(grunting)

(tires screeching)

-(items shattering) -(shouting)

What's going on?

Stay away from the window.

What is it? What's happening?

Just do as I say. I'm gonna check the rest of the house.

Don't move!

-(items shattering) -(shouting)

DEMON: Over here! Stop your moaning.

Was that really necessary? I mean, a simple "psst"--

-I'm just sayin' it's rank. -Get off it, Klyed.

Razor and the others head back to town, leave us here to hunt down strays.

Hey, you got a bug up your crack,

you take it up with Razor.

Until then, you do as he says

and shut your hole

before I rip you a new one.

Ah, screw this. Let's get out of here.

Let's go hit some stores.

Doesn't sound like they found Willow and Xander.

Did he say stores? Hitting stores?

Does that mean looting?

I think-- I think the woods let out over this way.

We should keep off the streets, take alleys if we can.

They can't loot the Magic Shop. Not now. I just got it.

Let's go.

You don't think they'll cause a lot of damage, do you?

A couple of stakes.

Some holy water. One cross. Ow!

Brilliant.

Here. You want me to bloody thump you?

I told you to stay away from the window.

Who are they? Hellions. Road pirates.

They raid towns, use 'em up, burn 'em down.

It's usually backwaters. Anyplace--

Anyplace they think is vulnerable.

They know... the Slayer's gone.

We can't stay here.

Well, I'm not going out there. Got no choice, bit. Can't protect you here.

We can lock the doors, turn out the lights.

And what, hide under the bed linens? Not really my style.

But we need to wait for the others and Buffy.

Bot. You know, the Buffybot.

-(glass breaks) -(engines revving)

(sighs) We have to wait to see if the others--

Look.

Dawn, I get that you're scared.

But I'm your sitter, so mind me.

I'm not gonna let any of those buggers lay so much as a warty digit on you.

Right?

-Right. -Right, then.

We can't wait around to see if the others will pop in.

We're on our own. No one's coming to our rescue.

(gasping)

(glass shatters)

Willow, Xander!

They're not here.

Oh, thank God.

No. I mean my store hasn't been looted.

-(glass shattering) -Yet.

-Xander. -They're all right.

Where are they? Why aren't they here?

-I don't know. -They could be hurt.

Xander could be lying somewhere, broken and bleeding, calling out my name.

-Anya. -Like that. Oh, God.

I mean, what if-- what if they're really hurt? What if they're dead already?

-They're not. -How do you know?

Because he's with Willow.

And if something happened,

I'd know.

And so would you.

-You think? -I'm sure of it.

They're fine.

They're both fine.

Maybe they got lost in the woods.

The woods? Are we going back to the woods?

I hate the woods. All those woodsy trees.

No, it's okay. Lost is good.

Willow and I always know how to find each other.

With yoga?

Shh.

Aradia, hear my words.

XANDER: Okay, this is really starting to grate my cheese.

These woods aren't that big. Now, I know we've been going straight

because I've been following the North Star.

Xander, that's not the North Star.

It's an airplane.

Nah, it's not an airplane. That's definitely...

a blimp.

But I can see how one would make that airplane mistake.

I-I can't walk anymore. I need to rest.

It can't be much further.

You said that an hour ago.

I just-- That spell took a lot out of me.

As, for example, snakes?

How come you didn't tell us how much--

No. Not now.

What were we into back there, Wil? Doesn't matter anyway.

Do not get all avoidy on me. I'm not avoidy.

I just-- We have bigger problems-- demons.

Demons. Ah, well, there's something you don't see every day.

(chuckles) Unless you're us.

Yeah, and now we're lost, so can we-- What's that?

See? Avoidy.

Over there. That-That light.

That one moving towards us... incredibly fast?

Hello? "Hello"? We're being hunted,

and you're hello-ing a strange, fast-moving light in the dark?

It could be anything.

It's a motorcycle headlight. No.

Yeah. Too small.

-Stay behind me. -Xander, I don't--

Just stay down. I'll take care of this.

Xander, it's--

A bug.

A big, fiery bug thing.

-Xander. -Get off.

Do fireflies bite? No, they probably burn, don't they?

They get-- (grunts) Xander, it's not a bug.

It's Tara.

Come on.

And how long have you known that your girlfriend's Tinker Bell?

(siren wailing)

(alarm sounding)

MAN: What are you doing?

Get away from there.

You hear me?

I said get off my property!

-Leave us alone. Get out of here! -(gunshot)

Get back.

(shouting)

-(woman screaming) -Hey.

It looks like they're just wrecking stuff,

with no thought other than just destruct-o-rama.

What?

Uh-- Oh, nothing. Just, uh, looked like fun.

I'm just saying.

Yeah.

It's just with this kind of frolicking going on all around town,

we're not gonna get very far without--

Let's fly, pigeon!

(pounding on door)

Already been looted. Sorry. Um...

Try the appliance store down the block. They've got great toasters.

-(knocking) -XANDER: Anya.

Xander?

I knew you weren't dead.

Well, then, why was I so worried? Are you--

Not yet, but-- but I will be.

Where's Dawn and Spike? We've been calling the house, but--

Maybe they're on their way here. I mean, this place is NORAD when we're at DEFCON 1.

Okay, I so need male friends.

We have to go out and look for them.

There's this guy at work I kind of hit it off with.

Tito. I mean, he seems like a good--

You were talking about Dawn and Spike, of course.

ANYA: Um, question.

You want us to go back out there?

WILLOW: Well, yeah.

Unless somebody's got a better idea.

Well, um, it's just we're minus a Buffybot,

and Spike is missing in action somewhere with Dawn,

and Giles flew away, and, um--

Well, you-- you're looking a little magicked out.

An, honey, we're nearing your point, right?

It's just how are we supposed to fight these guys?

I mean,

you know, we can take a vampire or two, sure,

but there's a whole cavalcade of demons out there, and, uh--

I mean, I think this, you know,

it takes, um--

I mean, we need--

Buffy. (softly) Buffy.

Buffy...

is not coming back.

We failed.

So, we're it, gang.

Xander, grab the weapons.

We're gonna look for Dawn and Spike.

(glass shattering)

If we're gonna go, we should go now.

They're just getting more and more worked up by the minute.

Well, they can't keep it up forever.

I mean, maybe they'll party themselves out,

you know, tire of this place and move on.

Say hello to your new home, boys.

(cheering, shouting)

This here is a momentous occasion, the beginning of a new era.

Now, no question, the open back roads and highways have been good to us,

but we got ourselves a juicy little burg here just ripe for the picking.

And I ain't in no hurry to leave it. Are you?

(Demons shouting in agreement)

So I figure, what better way to kick off

our semi-settling down than with a little christening?

(cheering)

A symbolic act commemorating the new order around here

and ridding ourselves of any not-so-pleasant reminders

of the old...

all in one quick,

really, really violent fell swoop.

(Demons cheer)

Gentlemen, start your engines.

Bye-bye, Slayer.

(no dialogue)

No!

Another one for the fire, boys.

Tear it up.

(yelling)

-Sorry. -Sorry.

It wasn't your fault. We don't know if the spell would've worked,

-even if the demons-- -It would've worked.

Well, maybe--

What?

Maybe it wasn't supposed to.

I mean, those demons showing up at the exact wrong time?

Maybe we really were in over our heads,

invoking forces that we have no right to.

Maybe the fates sent down all that destruction on us to stop us.

I mean-- You mean, maybe it was my fault.

No. No.

I'm not saying we announce it this second. Anya.

I think it would please them to know we're engaged.

And I think Willow in particular

could use a real morale booster right now.

Can we talk about this later?

Well, but it's just all the excuses

for not telling everyone we're engaged are gone now.

I mean, aside from hell bikers, there's nothing standing in our way.

This is it, you know. No more surprises. Watch it.

It's-It's the Buffybot.

Ah, peachy. No doubt to lead the wild bunch right to us again.

Hey, Wil, next time this thing's damaged,

couldn't you program it to find the nearest Radio Shack or--

Buffy?

-WILLOW: Buffy! -XANDER: Buffy!

WILLOW: Buffy!

-ANYA: Where is she? -WILLOW: Here.

Buffy?

WILLOW: Buffy, are you--

It's Willow.

Can you hear me?

-What's wrong with her? -Nothing. She--

WILLOW: She's-She's in shock.

Her hands are bleeding.

TARA: Her fingers.

ANYA: She's filthy.

Oh, no.

WILLOW: What? No.

How could we-- So stupid!

Xander!

XANDER: Our spell.

Our resurrection spell worked like a magic charm.

We brought you back to life, Buffy. Right where we left her.

Oh, god.

In her coffin.

She had to... dig out of her own grave.

(muffled) Buffy?

Buffy, it's Xander.

We're sorry. We didn't know.

XANDER: Buffy. TARA: You aren't reaching her.

She's too traumatized.

Hey, Buffy.

Here's some good news that might perk you right up.

-Xander and I have an announcement. -Anya!

What? I-- I'm just trying to help.

Buffy, it's gonna be all right.

XANDER: We brought you back. You're home now.

Yeah, that's it.

You're home. DEMON: Yeah.

Welcome home, Slayer.

Alive and kicking after all.

Well, alive, anyway.

Not looking too good, though, is she?

XANDER: I don't see you winning too many beauty contests,

unless the Miss "My Face Fell Off" Pageant gets going.

Big ax you got there.

The better to cut you down to size, Grandma.

(speaking foreign language)

-So you got a witch in the mix. -More than one.

I happen to be a very powerful man-witch myself.

Or male-- Is it a warlock?

Warlock.

Plus, we have a Slayer here, um,

who might actually be looking to eat some brains,

so I think a little quiet moseying,

no hard feelings, and I'm sure...

your demon horde won't think any the less of you.

Now, my boys-- See, that's tricky.

They came looking for a massacre,

and I think you got exactly enough magic between you

for a kiddie birthday party.

Then you'd be wrong.

Whoa. Well, I better back off, or you might, what,

pull a rabbit out of a hat?

Don't do that. Why would she do that? WILLOW: Look.

We don't want trouble. You don't want trouble.

Of course we want trouble. We're demons.

We're really all about trouble.

Not this kind.

Oh. I get your point.

Now let me tell you something, children. We're not gonna fight you.

We're just gonna hold you down and enjoy ourselves for a few hours.

You might even live through it,

except that certain of my boys

got some anatomical incompatibilities

that tend to tear up little girls. Yeah.

So, who wants to go first?

I was really hoping it'd be you.

Does this mean we win?

There. What's that?

It's just a machine, Dawn.

I know.

(gasps)

Dawn.

You're my sister Dawn.

Where did I go?

What?

Where did I go?

I was here. Here.

But then I ran away.

-I-I don't-- -No, not me.

The other Buffy.

Yes. The other Buffy.

Buffy?

I don't-- I don't...

know where she ran off to.

Maybe--

Look what those filthy buggers done to you.

Willow's slap and paste job's not gonna do the trick this time.

Robot's done.

Hey. Little bit?

Dawn!

SPIKE: Dawn!

Well, they wanted a massacre.

She's Buffy. She's herself again.

You're back, Buffy. You really are.

Whoa. Whoa.

WILLOW: Buffy!

-Where's she going? -Should we follow her?

I don't know.

She just... needs some time is all.

The important thing is that she's back. She'll be fine.

Xander, look out!

Now, what kind of Slayer is it...

runs out on her buddies just when they need her the most?

(speaking foreign language)

(yelling)

(speaking foreign language)

-(gasping) -So, witch,

got a little power after all.

Well, let's see what tricks you can manage...

while I choke the life outta y--

-(axe thuds) -(groans)

Tara.

Nobody messes with my girl.

-Tara, nice axing. -My first.

Buffy.

Dawn's voice: Buffy, no.

Dawnie, I have to. DAWN: Buffy?

Buffy.

Buffy.

How--

Is it you?

I mean, really?

-What are you-- -(metal creaking)

No!

Don't!

Don't jump, Buffy. Don't move!

Just walk to me.

Please!

Please?

I'm your sister...

Dawn.

We were up here together,

and then... you went away.

And you don't want to do that again.

I don't know how you're back,

but you are, and, please,

just stay still.

(screams) Or-Or move,

but-but towards me,

because the tower was built by crazy people, and I don't think

it's holding up very well.

Talk to me.

Say something!

Is this hell?

What?

Is this hell?

No! Buffy, no!

You're here... with me.

Whatever happened to you,

whatever you've been through, it's--

it's over now.

You're-- (screams)

We have to get off of this tower!

It was so clear...

on this spot.

I remember how...

shiny...

and clear everything was.

But... now--

now--

Buffy...

please listen to me.

You told me I had to be strong.

And I've tried.

But it's been so hard without you.

I'm sorry.

I promise I'll do better. I will...

if you're with me.

Stay with me...

please!

I need you to live.

Live for--

(screams)

Buffy!

Dawn.

Buffy!

Dawn!

(screaming)

(screaming continues)

Buffy?

Buffy. You're--

You're--

You're really here.

You're alive,

and you're home.

You're home.

Grr! Arrgh!