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GILES: Previously on
Buffy the Vampire Slayer...

-Tara?
-(yells)

Willow, what did you do?

We have to get you out of here,
or you'll both be killed.

-What about Warren?
-She killed him.

We gotta get out of this town.
Mexico. We should go to Mexico.

-How did you do it?
-What is she talking about?

-Nothing. Let's go.
-I can see you.

BUFFY: You got your soul back.

Cassie? Cassie? Cassie?

This? Just
the beginning, love.

Horror and bloodshed.

From beneath you, it devours.

(electronic hum)

(tuning)

WOMAN:
* Night falls

* I fall

* And where were you?

* And where were you?

* Warm skin

* Wolf grin

* And where were you?

* I fell into the moon

* And it covered you

* In blue

* I fell into the moon

* Can I make it right?

* Can I spend the night?

* High tide

* Inside

* The air is dew

* And where were you?

* Wild-eyed

* I died

* And where were you?

* I crawled out

* Of the world

* When you said
I shouldn't stay *

* I crawled out

* Of the world

* Can I make it right?

* Can I spend the night

* Alone?

Here we go.

(theme music playing)

You keep circling around.
Just-- Just drive straight in.
Will you shut up?

Gotta keep it low pro.

You're just scared.
Of course I'm scared.

Last time we were here,
33.3 bar percent of us
were flayed alive.

Calm down.

No one's getting flayed alive.

We've got a plan.
We're gonna fix all that.

We should have stayed
in Mexico.

I didn't like it there.
Everybody spoke Mexicoan.
You could have learned it.

You learned
the entire Klingon dictionary
in two and a half weeks.

That had much clearer transitive
and intransitive rules, okay?

Besides, I can't keep
having those nightmares.

Me neither.

(speaks Spanish)

"It eats you,
starting with your bottom."

We're gonna
make it right.

We're outlaws,
with hearts of gold.

Anchovies, anchovies,
you're so delicious.

I love you more
than all the other fishes.

Oh! Ah.

Hm.
She'll think it's blood.

Taste my blade,
spawn of evil!

(grunts)
(stereo: man singing)

* You see,
you fool everyone *

(grunts, gasps)

* Time will tell
what's in it for you *

* I do my best,
don't need to--

(upbeat instrumental)

(volume increases)

(beeps)

(chuckling)
Cool.

-(banging)
-(microwave beeping)

So. This is the UC library, huh?

It's so big.

-Hey.
-I know you.

-I mean, I saw your picture.
-Yeah.
(chuckles)

I know. It's kinda weird
because we never really met.

Or kinda weird
'cause you're really dead.

-Yeah, well.
-Did I fall asleep?

No, no, I'm here.
I mean, not-- not here here.

It's kind of
complicated.

Kind of ironic, too,
you know?

I write all that
intense poetry
about the end,

and here I am again,
chatting you up.

Yeah. Ironic.

I knew this would
completely freak you out.
It's just--

She asked that
I come talk to you.
It's important.

She?
Don't worry. I'm not gonna
hurt you or anything.

Who asked you?
What are you talking about?

She says she still sings.

What?

Remember that time
on the bridge when you
sang to each other?

Well, she says even though
you can't hear it,

she still sings to you.

Tara?

Oh, come on!
She is so dead.

Well, he's clearly
a psychopath.

(screams)
Is so!

What?
No, that is not Tom Hanks.

Well, what channel
are y on?

(loud banging)
(gasps)

Okay, there it is again.
I keep hearing this, like,
thumping.

(banging)

No.

I can't tell if it's--

(gasping, screams)

Kit! Are you there?

Is there a storm?

(screaming)

(phone beeps)

(grunts)

(growls)

(growling)

No!
(growls)

Buffy?
(laughs)

Buffy Summers?
Have we--

Oh, uh-- Webs.
Holden Webster.

We went to school together.
European History.

I let you crib off
my Vaclav Havel essay
that time.

-You really don't remember me?
-Sure. Sure.

-(upbeat instrumental)
-(rock)

(upbeat instrumental
continues)

(sparking)
Oh, god.

Oh, god.

(screaming)

(static crackling)

WOMAN:
Dawn?

(upbeat instrumental
continues)

Mom?

Okay, um,

junior year,
spring production of Pippin.

I-I did
the lighting design.

I didn't see it.
But you helped me move
the lighting board,

and I dropped it
on your foot.

Right! Foot.
Yes, of course.

History class.
It's all coming back.
Sorry.

Oh, well, you know,
it's not like I was a big part
of your life or anything.

No, I-I just--
I didn't recognize you.

Your face all demon,
and I think you
filled out a lot.

Oh, yeah.
Well, I got into tae kwon do
in a big way at Dartmouth.

That's great.
Yeah.

So, what have you
been up to?
Well, apparently dying.

(laughing)
No, but other stuff.

Um, majoring in psych.
Really liking that.

Uh, I took a year off

to do an internship
at the Sunnydale
Mental Hospital.

Wow. That's gotta be
a... popular joint.

(chuckles)
I keep telling them we oughta
get a velvet rope and a bouncer.

Hey, do you remember
Jason Wheeler?
You know, "Crazy J"?

Oh, yeah.
He always had that shtick.
"Oh, I'm crazy! I'm crazy!"

How is he?
Crazy.

He's been in the chronic ward
since graduation.
(laughs)

Not really that funny,
I guess.

Ironic, sort of.
Yeah.

Whoa.
Did my face just change?
Yeah, you look human now.

You can do that--
go back and forth.

Oh, so I'm a vampire.
How weird is that?

Sorry.
No, no.

It feels great, strong.

Like I'm connected
to a powerful,
all-consuming evil

that's gonna suck the world
into a fiery oblivion.

How about you?
Not so much connected.

No, no, I mean--

You know, with the stake
and the cross.

You do this kind of thing
a lot?

I'm the Slayer.
It's sort of a thing.

So, what?
You, like, fight vampires
professionally?

I don't get paid.
It's more like a calling.

Since--
even in school.

I heard a lot of rumors
about you back then.
You were all mysterious.

I was?
Well, you were never around.

A lot of kids thought you
were dating some really old guy,
or you were heavy religious.

Scott Hope said
you were gay.
What?

I dated that ringworm.
He says that about every girl
he breaks up with.

And then, last year--
big surprise-- he comes out.

(chuckles)

Men. Do I know
how to pick 'em...

So, all that time
you were a Slayer?

The.
"The," like as in
"the only one"?

Pretty much.

Huh.

So, when you said
"not connected," that was
kind of a telling statement.

-Ah, Psych 101 alert.
-Well, I'm just sayin'.

What I really need
is emotional therapy
from the evil dead.

Hey, it was your phrase.
I'm connected.

I'm connected to
a lot of people, okay?
No, I hear you.

I really am!
(ringing)

Buffy! Come on, pick up.
I don't know what to do.

Do it again!
I heard you.

(rattling)

(gasps)

(loud banging)

(ragged breathing)

(loud banging)

Why are you doing this?

Why are you--
I don't understand!

Stop! Stop it!
Stop it! Stop!

(banging stops)

Hello?
(banging)

Once... for yes.

Once for yes!

Twice for no!

Mom?

(one bang)

Mom?

It's you?
(one bang)

Are you okay?

(two bangs)
You're not.

Mom?

Mommy?

Are you alone?

(two bangs)

(sighs)

(screams)

Why are you doing this?

(screaming)

Get up, you wuss.

I have shin splints.
Ow.

Maybe we should
turn on a light.

No, no. They'll see it
from outside.
Right.

(clattering)

Maybe we should
go get Buffy.
No way.

We should just tell her
what we know about
the Seal of Danzalthar.

Think, McFly.
Why would she believe us
without any proof?

We go to her empty-handed,
we'll be cooling our heels
in the clink

in a Bell's microsecond.

I ain't going back
to the big house.
That place changes a man.

That's why
we need proof.

Think of it
as a trial by fire.
A quest.

Una questa.

We find it,
we alert the Slayer,
we help her destroy it.

We save Sunnydale.

Then we join her gang
and possibly hang out
at her house.

Right. Okay.

What do we do?

I think we should find
the principal's office and
work our way down from there.

Okay, uh-- um-- uh--

You go check down the hallway,
and I'll go over there.

Check communications?

(echoing)
Check, check.
Check, check.

Check.
Check, check.
Check, check. Check.

Check.

Echo 2 to Echo 1.

This is Echo 1.
Go ahead.

Do you think they'll really
let us join their gang?

Nice job.

There you are.
I'm scared out of
my freakin' gourd here.

-Take it easy. Take it easy.
-Do you have any idea how hard
it's been to act this cool?

Calm down. You're doing great.
All specs are within parameters.

You keep leaving me.
I hate it when you leave me.

One time you died,
and I ended up a Mexican.
We've been over this.

Now, that death thing
was all part
of the master plan.

Come on.
"If you strike me down..."

"I shall become more powerful
than you could possibly
imagine." Of course.

Do you think maybe Willow
could kill me, too?
Hey, don't worry.

If Short Round pulls off
his end of the bargain,
we'll both become gods.

"That boy
is our last hope."

"No.
There is another."

Wait. Really?
Who's our last hope?
No, I was just goin' with it.

It was a thing.
No, he's our last hope.

Tara, is it you?

She's sorry she couldn't
come herself.

Why didn't she?
I don't understand.

I mean, if you can
manifest yourself.
She just can't.

Why not?
I don't understand.

Because
of what you did.
What?

You killed people.
You can't see her.

It's just how it is.
I'm sorry.

But-- But she's
talking to you?

And--
And she can hear me?

Tara?

Tara, I miss you.

I miss you so much.

Can she hear me?

What's happening?
Did she say anything?

What? Did she go away?

She's crying.

No. No, don't cry.

Don't cry, sweetie.
Talk to me.

She misses you, too.

-She wishes
she could touch you.
-Me, too.

Oh, me, too.
Oh, god, Tara.

It hurts so much.
Every day.

It's-- It's like
this giant hole,

and it's not getting better.

It will. It can.

How? You're gone.

But you're not.

You're strong,
like an Amazon, remember?

I do. I remember.

HOLDEN:
So, you meet someone,
you form a bond.

But it never lasts.

Do you mean
all relationships
or just yours?

My parents weren't
exactly the paragon
of stay togethery-ness.

Maybe that's part of it.

I think there are people
out there who'd make it.

I just target
the impossible ones,

with deadly accuracy.

You think you do that
on purpose?

Maybe you're trying
to protect yourself?

Protecting myself...

from heartbreak,
misery, sexual violence,
and possible death?

Not so much.
From committing.

I commit.
I'm committed.
I'm a committee.

So, it's them.
You're reaching out.
They're just not coming through.

Oh, it's different.

I think you're confusing me
because you're evil.

I just think you're in some
pain here, which I do kind of
enjoy 'cause I'm evil now.

But you should just
ease up on yourself.

It's not exactly
like you have the patent
on bad relationships.

Wouldn't it be cool
if I did?

And what, are you supposed
to be settling down already?

At 21?
You know, my girlfriend
at college, she's so sweet.

We have this great thing,
but that doesn't mean I'm
gonna go vampify her

just so we can
be together forever.

Sire.

What?
The word.

When you turn
a human into a vampire,
it's you "sire" them.

Cool.
It's a noun, too.

Oh, I have so much to learn.
Come on! Isn't this insane?

I mean,
I was afraid to talk to you
in high school.

And now we're, like,
mortal enemies.

Hey, wouldn't it be cool
if we became nemeses?
Is that how you say the word?

We're gonna have to fight
to the death, aren't we?

-It's the time-honored custom.
-Wow.

Reality just shows up
sometimes, doesn't it?

But you know,
I got the blood lust pumpin',
and I kind of get it.

I'm looking for a fight.
Oh, it's nothing personal.
No, you've been great.

And fun catching up.

I haven't really kept in contact
with many of my friends
from high school.

Guess I'll be
looking them up
pretty soon.

Yeah.

Hey, I don't mean
to be Count Buttinsky here,

but you just don't
seem as thrilled.

Is it because
we're gonna fight?

It's 'cause
I'm gonna win.
(laughing)

Hello.
Two years of tae kwon do
and vampire strength.

I think somebody's
countin' their chickens.

You're not leaving
this graveyard.
Can't let you.

Do the words
"superiority complex"
mean anything to you?

Do you think I'm gonna let you
go kill a bunch of people?
You know I'm sworn--

No. I get the battle against
evil. That's not the issue.

There is no issue.
Don't issue me.

Just answer me this:
Whose fault was
your parents' divorce?

Okay, you know what?
This is beyond evil.
This is insane troll logic.

What do my parents
have to do with--
I'm just curious.

Your opinion.
(sighs)
They both had a lot of--

Off the top
of your head.

My dad.
Uh-huh.

He cheated.

I-- I think
he cheated.

So...

of all of these
relationships of yours

that you knew,
subconsciously,
were totally doomed,

whose fault is that?

It's incredibly different.

I was just wondering.

Is it possible,
even a little bit,

that the reason
you have trouble
connecting to guys

is because you think
maybe they're not worth it?

Maybe you think
you're better than them.

-Say, there's that blood lust
I was looking for.
-Struck a nerve.

I'm gonna strike
a nerve cluster in a minute,
you don't get off this.

I don't remember you
being this annoying.
You don't remember me at all.

Yes, I do.
Yeah, like, after
30 minutes of reminding.

I don't take it personally
because clearly you were in your
own little world in high school,

all chosen,
all destiny.

Who could live with that
for seven years
and not feel superior?

I'm not.

My god, if anything, I--

What?
I just--

(sighs)
If you knew
what I've done,

what I've let myself
become.

My best friends
don't even--

You'd laugh if you heard
some of the things
I've done to them.

Buffy,

I'm here to kill you,
not to judge you.

The last guy I was with,
it got really--

I behaved like a monster,

treated him like--

And at the same time,

I let him completely
take me over,

do things to me that--

(sniffles)
I'm sorry.

Wow, I didn't mean to
get all true confessions
on you there.

I don't know
what's wrong with me.

There's nothing wrong
with you.

Everyone's got issues.
(growls)

-You son of a bitch.
-What?

I think I'm gonna kill you
just a little bit more
than usual.

Aw, come on.
I mean, we had a moment.

You opened up.
It was really sweet.

It made me want to bite you.
I'm sorry if I overstepped
my bounds.

I'm just new to this
whole mortal enemy stuff.
(growls)

-(grunts)
-Pretty fast learner,
though, right?

(low growling)
I hear you.

I hear you breathing.

Are you hurting my mother?

Are you keeping her
from coming back to me?

(gasps)
Mom?

I-- I see you.

-I'm coming towards you, okay?
-(screaming)

She's trying to talk to me!

Get off her
and let her talk to me!

The ax.

(screaming)

MALE VOICE:
Get out!

No!

She's my mother.
I'm staying.

Seeing the high school
again,

a part of me wishes
I could go back.

Everything's shifting around.
I feel like we're
in Hellraiser.

I hate Pinhead.

Don't say that.

We circled
all the way around?
Maybe we should start over.

-There it is.
-What? Are you sure?

Yeah.

You know, I think
you may be right.

If this lines up,

what we're looking for
should be right...
under there.

See? You're dead.
That enough of a moment
for you?

Okay, but are you killing me
'cause I'm evil
or because you opened up?

(exhales, frustrated grunt)

(chuckling)

What is wrong with you?

Nothing.
I got no worries.
I'm dead.

Biggest thing on my mind is
whether or not Trisha Waldman
came to my funeral or not.

You remember her.
Oh! Biteable.

See, this is what I hate
about you vampires.

Sex and death
and love and pain.

It's all the same
damn thing to you.

Well, you know, it's kind of
a guy thing. We talk about
nailing a girl. There's all--

No, it is not the same.

With vampires,
it is completely--
Believe me, I know.

Oh, my god.

Oh, your god, what?

Oh, well, you know,
notgod because I defy him
and all of his works.

Does he exist?
Is there word on that,
by the way?

Nothing solid.
Oh.

I keep getting off topic
'cause my mind is just racing.

All right.
I'll make a deal with you.

We fight to the death, great.
That last fight was
just exhilarating!

And I actually
had a move coming up
to block that stake.

But you have to answer
one question,

and if I'm right,
I get to ask anything.

No secrets.
No defensiveness.
Anything I want to know.

What's your question?

Your last relationship--
was it with a vampire?

WILLOW:
I don't know where to start.

Um, after Warren shot you--

You know all about that,
what happened?

It was horrible.
I was horrible.

I lost myself,
the regular me.

Well, you were grieving.

A lot of people grieve.
They don't make with
the flaying.

I hurt so many people.

It was the power.
But I am the power.
I-It's in me.

Did I mention
the random destruction
of property?

The Magic Box is not
so much a box now.

-The power is bigger
than you are.
-I know.

Things are more clear
where Tara is,

where we are.

We can see your path,
and you have to stop.

You can't use magic again,
not ever.

Black magic, of course,

but Giles says it isn't
as simple as quitting it all
cold turkey.

It's too dangerous.
You can't take the chance
that you'll lose control.

I-I don't want to.
I-I can't.

-I never want to cause
that kind of pain.
-Of course you don't.

So, I won't.
I'm gonna be okay.

-She says--
-What?

You're not gonna be okay.
You're gonna kill everybody.

-We almost got
this thing uncovered.
-Yup.

I hope Buffy will know
how to destroy it.
36-19-27. That's it!

That was my locker combination.
It's been bugging me all night.

Dude, I've spent the last
few years trying to forget
about high school.

-Why are you trying so hard
to remember it?
-I don't know.

I guess I miss it.
Don't you?

Yeah, I really miss it.

No, I'm serious.
I really miss it.

Time goes by,
and everything drops away.

All the cruelty,
all the pain,
all the humiliation.

It all washes away.
I miss my friends.

I miss my enemies.

I miss the people
I talked to everyday.

I miss the people
who never knew
I existed.

I miss 'em all.

I want to talk to them,
you know?

I want to find out
how they're doing.

I want to know
what's going on
in their lives.

You know what?
They don't want
to talk to you.

All those people
you just mentioned?

Not one of them
is sitting around going,

"I wonder what Jonathan's
up to right now?"

Not one of them
cares about you.

Well, I still care
about them.

That's why I'm here.

(growling)
DAWN:
I know you're there.

I will cast you out.
My mother needs to talk to me.

(faint howling)

(screaming)

Ah. I cast you
from this place!

It is your poison
and your bane!

(whip cracking)
(screams)

It is the skin that is cut
from your flesh!
(screams)

(screams)

(screams)

And the joke is...

he loved me.

I mean, in his own
sick, soulless way,

he really did
care for me.

But I-I didn't want
to be loved.

Didn't you?

I have all this power.

I didn't ask for it.
I don't deserve it.

It's like I wanted
to be punished.

I wanted to hurt
like I thought I deserved.

I sort of think--

You know, this is, um,
complicated.

If you'd rather
just fight.

Tell me.

I feel like
I'm worse than anyone.

Honestly, I--
I'm beneath them.

My friends,
my boyfriends.

I feel like I'm not worthy
of their love.

'Cause even though
they love me,

it doesn't mean anything,

because their opinions
don't matter.

They don't know.

They haven't been through
what I've been through.

They're not the Slayer.

I am.

Sometimes I feel--

(sighs)
This is awful.

I feel like
I'm better than them.

Superior.

Until you can't win.

And I thought
I was diabolical.

Or at least
I plan to be.

You do have
a superiority complex,

and you've got
an inferiority complex
about it.

Kudos.

It doesn't make
any sense.

Oh. It makes
every kind of sense.

And it all adds up
to you feeling alone.

But, Buffy,
everybody feels alone.

Everybody is,
until you die.

Speaking of--

You ready for
our little death match?
(grunting, exhales)

I suppose.

Uh, thanks
for listening.

Oh, you know,
there's some things you can
only tell a stranger.

You're not a stranger.

-That stuff with Spike,
it's pretty--
-Hold it.

-What?
-Did you say "Spike"?

I cast you out
with every prayer,

from every god
that walks the earth
and crawls beneath!

(growls)

I cast you out
with the strength
of those who love me!

I cast you out
with the strength
I have inside me!

And I cast you out
into the void!

(shrieking)
That's right!
Die, you bastard!

(howling)

(whimpers, groans)

Mom?

I'm gonna what?

That's why I came.
We needed to warn you.

You saw my path?

What do you know?
Wh-What did you see?

You don't want to know
what we saw.
Oh, god.

But if you stop completely,
no more magic--

Right. Right. Stop.

Wh-What about Giles?

He made it seem like
it was just as dangerous
for me to quit completely,

like I'll go off
the deep end again--

You can't.
If you do so much
as another spell--

I tried to stop. I-I tried.
What if I can't do this?

Don't think that way.
Well, how can I not?

You're telling me
I'm gonna murder
all my friends.

I'm not strong.
I'm not an Amazon.
I'm just me.

There is one thing,

one thing you could do
to stop it.

-What? Anything.
-Then you could see her.

-You wouldn't have
to talk through me.
-Tara.

-That's what you want,
isn't it?
-Of course.

So go, be with her.

Everybody will be safe,
and you'll be together again.

It's not that bad.

Really.

It's just like
going to sleep.

Who are you?

What do you mean?
How do you know Spike?

What do you mean "how"?
He was the guy that, um--
Oh, what's the word?

-Sired.
-Yeah. He was the guy
that sired me.

(growling)

Things are coming, Dawn.

Listen, things
are on their way.

I love you,
and I love Buffy,

but she won't
be there for you.

What? Why are you--

When it's bad,
Buffy won't choose you.

She'll be against you.

No! No, don't go!

Please don't go!

(sobs)
No.

Oh.

The suicide thing
was too far, huh?

Hm.
You seemed so ripe.

-Tell me who you are.
-I stand by my opinion.

The world would be
a better place if you took
a razor blade to your wrist.

-Stop.
-I can see it now.

Candlelight.
The Indigo Girls playing.

-A picture of your dead
girlfriend on your bloody lap.
-Stop it.

Oh, baby,
you left such a big hole.
It hurts so bad!

You don't know hurt.

This last year is gonna seem
like cake after what I put you
and your friends through,

and I am not a fan
of easy death.

Fact is,
the whole good versus evil,
balancing the scales thing?

I'm over it.
I'm done with
the mortal coil.

But believe me,
I'm going for a big finish.

"From beneath you,
it devours."

Oh, not it. Me.

(growling)

* I fell into the moon

* And it covered you

* In blue

* I fell into the moon

* Can I make it right?

* Can I spend the night

* Alone?

Grr! Arrgh!