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GILES: Previously on Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

(gasps)

Evil. They want an apocalypse. Well, we'll give 'em one.

'Cause we just became an army.

I'm not saying it's a happy scenario,

but we're dealing with a big bad that can be any dead person it wants.

What do you want from me, Jonathan/the First?

I have an assignment for you.

You want me to hurt the girls?

The girls must die.

Nice place. A bit of a mess.

-BUFFY: They're all Slayers? -Potential Slayers,

waiting for one to be called.

There were many more like them all over the world,

but, um, now there's just a handful,

and they're all on their way to Sunnydale.

Glad we talked.

In the spirit of air clearing--

Yeah?

I feel like I need to be honest about something.

BUFFY: Spike has a soul now.

That's what's gonna stop him from hurting people.

-Buffy-- -He can be a good man, Giles.

I feel it.

I guess we should talk.

How do you know about Slayers?

My mother was one. She was killed when I was four.

-Something got to her? A demon-- -A vampire.

-So how do you two know each other? -He works with me.

You know, in the struggle against evil.

He's a vampire.

-I should move out. -No. You have to stay.

No, you got another demon fighter now.

That's not why I need you here.

-Why's that then? -'Cause I'm not ready for you to not be here.

-You're not my mother. -WOMAN: Would you like to know who killed me?

You met him. You know him.

You fought by his side.

Spike.

(crying softly)

Chloe?

It is Chloe, right?

-It's not enough! -(gasps)

(theme music playing)

I'm a bright girl. Good education.

Quick on the uptake.

So tell me. Why in the name of almighty Grothnar...

would I let myself become human again?

You're really talkin' to the wrong fellow.

I mean, sure, the vengeance demon gig has some downsides.

All jobs do.

I mean, being human-- (groans)

You're always icky on the inside and disgusting on the outside.

Your outside's not so bad.

Y-You know, the only thing worse thing than being human...

is being trapped inside a household full of humans.

Preachin' to the choir, love.

I mean, it's like we live in Slayer Central.

I swear, if Buffy rooms or boards one more of the Potential girls,

I'm gonna call a-- I'm gonna call a health inspector.

I like my plan better. Get up, get out, get drunk.

Repeat as needed. It's just more elegant.

Thanks for havin' me along.

Don't mention it.

At first I thought, it's weird.

Is Spike asking me out on a date?

'Cause that would just be...

nuts. (chuckles)

Right. I'm just out for the alcohol.

Right there with you, scooter.

Tonight, I plan to drink you under the table.

-You're on then. -Good.

Of course, once you're down there, I could join you.

Kidding. I like my sex on top of the table.

Would you let it go?

You're like a dog with a bone.

-So what? -It's my bone. Just drop it.

Okay. Okay. I wasn't proposing.

Time goes by, a girl gets hungry. You should know.

-Oh, thank God. -What?

-Demon. -Huh?

D'Hoffryn says you die.

Of course he does.

Oh, hey!

BUFFY: This may mean more than you think.

That so? Because I think what we have here...

is a couple of chuckleheads who thought that a cafeteria fistfight would impress.

I'm not impressed. Buffy, are you impressed?

Still, I'm gonna cut you guys some slack this time.

Third fight this week, and it's just getting worse.

Plus, a rise in vandalism, three students missing.

Tell me something, Buffy. In your professional opinion--

-(bell ringing) -(chattering)

It's started, hasn't it?

The Hellmouth has begun its semiannual percolation.

-Usually it blows around May. -Was it like this before?

I mean, it just seems to me as if things are getting bad faster than we thought.

-We're a little ahead of schedule. -I can't say I'm too surprised.

I knew I signed on for somethin', but, Buffy, I'm just a guy--

granted, a cool and sexy vampire-fightin' guy, but still--

Don't forget snappy dresser.

Mmm. Thank you.

But this is gonna get bigger than me.

Yeah, it is.

That's why I've decided to give you this.

-What is it? -An emergency kit.

This bag belonged to my mother.

A Slayer keepsake.

-I-I couldn't. -No, you have to.

Technically, it should've been passed down directly to you through the years,

but after my mother died,

I guess I just couldn't part with it.

Wow.

I don't know what's inside exactly,

but I know it has something to do with her power--

well, your power now.

I-I don't know what to say.

Try saying, "Thank you, Principal Wood."

Thank you, Principal Wood.

Ah, call me Robin.

And now I'd like to see where you work.

Uh, here, actually.

Uh, th-this is my desk, and, uh, these are-are my pencils.

No. Where you do your other work.

So, all the potential Slayers who seem to keep popping up...

from, like, every corner of the earth were getting killed.

-By the First. -Agents of.

We thought the council could protect them,

but unfortunately no one was protecting the council,

and all their Watchers were killed.

Word got out, and they've all been comin' here since.

There's nothin' like the end of the world to bring people together.

It's heartwarming. Anyway, this is, uh, it-- command central.

Where the hell have you been? This funnel cake is kicking my ass.

Yeah, I hear they're tricky.

Robin Wood, this is Andrew.

It's a pleasure.

Andrew is our--

Actually, he's our hostage.

I like to think of myself more as a "guestage."

So, you-- you hold him here against his will?

Well, he was evil, and people got killed, and now he bakes.

I-It's a thing. Oh.

Could we try to just keep our secret headquarters a little bit secret?

You keep bringin' people in, they're gonna see everything.

They'll see the big board.

Andrew, we don't have a big board.

I, uh, made it myself.

Oh, I wouldn't have guessed.

Uh, this is us.

And this represents the First, in various incarnations.

And, uh, there's no pattern to the naked eye yet,

but the instant one emerges, yours truly is on it.

Where do we put our receipts?

You'll have to forgive Andrew.

Or not. Your call.

We do have a lot more working for us than just the, uh, big board.

So I see.

Potentials: (karate shouts)

Punch-block combo!

-(shouts continue) -Cross, block, kick!

Chamber your energy.

Punch-block combo!

Hold it! What the hell you call that, Potential?

Try that in the field, and you are dead. Drop and give me 20.

Twenty what?

Pushups, maggot!

I love this job. Did you see that?

I called that girl a maggot. Hi. Who the hell are you?

-An ally. -So, what do you think?

My girls ready to kick some ass or what?

Looking strong.

But?

I'm just not sure the First has an ass you can actually, you know, kick.

I guess we'll see.

Principal Wood, hi!

It's so weird seeing you outside of school.

What are you waving at, Potential?

-Attention! -BUFFY: You're right.

-Rising sun! -It's not enough.

-That's not what I said, Buffy. -KENNEDY: Begin.

-(karate shouts) -It's an impressive group of recruits.

-They're not recruits. -Punch-block combo!

-Recruits are recruited. -Punch, block, kick!

-These girls were chosen. -(shouts continue)

-You're doin' the best you can with what you've got. -Rising sun.

BUFFY: They're not all gonna make it.

Some will die, and nothin' I can do will stop that.

-Attention! -Oh, hi.

-Hey. -Chamber your energy.

Well, Buffy, I-- I see that our preparation for the school...

pep-dance-cheer-drill contest are coming along.

-(chuckles) Bring it on! -(karate commands continue)

It's okay. I filled him in on everything.

Oh, thank God.

If I had to explain all these weapons, I had nothing.

Buffy tells me you've been, uh-- Oh, how shall I put it?

Experimenting... with the magics.

Oh, yeah.

Nothing too heavy though. Just the lighter, safer stuff.

If Kennedy asks, her pointy stuff's right there.

See ya inside.

-So much cooler than Snyder. -(karate commands continue)

(sighs)

She really almost destroyed the world?

Yep.

Remind me not to make her crabby.

Might be better if you did.

How's that work?

Oh, I don't know.

It's just-- The First is coming, and then look at us, the army.

We've got a bunch of fighters with nothing to hit,

a Wicca who won't-a, and the brains of our operation wears oven mitts.

Mmm. Well, you're redefining the job, Buffy, and that takes guts.

This isn't your full arsenal anyway.

Show me the vampire.

-ANYA: But you just let him go. -After saving your life.

For now. That was one of D'Hoffryn's killers, Spike.

-He won't stop coming till he kills me. -Yet here you are--

walkin', talkin', annoyin'.

But you fought like such a "wimpvire," what with the lifting and the running.

-Why not just kill him? -Anya, think.

I fight, demon boy gets lucky, I get knocked out, you get killed. True?

We both know the safest and sanest way of saving your life...

is to keep you with me, away from danger.

Oh.

No need to thank me. I'm just the one who beat him off.

"Repelled him" would perhaps be the better phrase.

Demon.

Figured.

I hope we're not intruding.

Not a bit.

Just what brings our good principal to this neck of the gloom?

I'm showing him our operation-- us.

Fine by me. Big fight against evil comin' up.

The more good guys we've got, the longer we'll all live.

Is that what you are, a good guy?

I haven't heard any complaints.

Well, I have heard a few complaints over the years,

but then I just killed whoever spoke up, and that was pretty much that.

He's joking.

No, he's not.

No, I'm not.

But that's the old me I'm talkin' about.

-Why don't you tell me about that? -There's not much to tell.

-I've changed. -Oh. Now that you have a soul.

Yeah. That was a big deal.

Very private. What, are you just tellin' everyone now?

Oh, come on, Spike. Don't blame Buffy. I asked.

Right. The educator.

Yeah, I went to great lengths, lots of trouble.

And now I'm unique. Well, more or less.

Got myself a soul. Whatever that means.

How's that workin' out for you?

In progress.

Well, you've had some time.

-You've been in Sunnydale, what-- -Years.

-How many? -A few.

-Before that? -Around.

I think we'd better get back upstairs.

Right. Give him the full tour.

You don't want to miss a look at her weapons chest.

So, I took a look inside that emergency bag of Principal Wood's.

-And? -It smelled weird.

Kind of like Grandma's closet, but worse.

I didn't know that was possible. Anything we could use?

Trinkets, weapons, one very large textbook.

Translation's gonna be a bitch but--

Did you know the ancient Sumerians did not speak English?

(Scoffs) They're worse than the French.

-Anything else? -Uh, yeah. A box.

A big, fat, unopenable box.

I'm betting whatever the big deal about this emergency bag is,

you'll find it in the box.

Good. Keep on it. Don't you have any real homework?

-Oh, you mean, like schoolwork? -Yes.

Well, I've got a system. It's called flunking out. No, just kidding.

I'm paying someone to do my work. I'm kidding!

I love to see your eyeballs change color when you think I'm gonna flunk out.

(gasps)

What happened? We heard-- (gasps)

(girl gasps)

Dawn, get a knife. I'm cutting her down.

Good thinking. But, on the other hand, why rush?

Up or down, I'll still be dead.

-You're not Chloe. -Yeah, well, neither is she anymore.

Now she's just Chloe's body.

What did you do to her?

Nothing. We just talked all night.

Well, I did most of the talking. But Chloe is--

I'm sorry-- was a good listener, till she hanged herself.

Like when you called her "maggot," she really heard that.

Don't listen to it, any of you.

-It's the First. -Oh, let 'em.

The only reason why Chloe offed herself...

was 'cause she knew what you're not getting.

I'm coming. You're going.

All this-- It's almost over.

-We'll be here. -All of you?

But wait. I thought--

BUFFY: They're not all gonna make it. Some will die,

and there's nothing I can do that will stop it.

Hey, I didn't say it.

But I'll be seeing all of you, one by one.

T.T.F.N.

What's "T.T.F.N."?

It's "ta-ta for now."

It's what Tigger says when he leaves.

AMANDA: Chloe loved Winnie the Pooh.

Dawn, where's that knife?

(quiet sobs)

(indistinct whispers)

Is everyone here?

All accounted for.

Anyone want to say a few words about Chloe?

Let me.

Chloe was an idiot. Chloe was stupid.

She was weak. And anyone in a rush to be the next dead body I bury?

It's easy. Just think of Chloe and do what she did,

and I'll find room for you next to her and Annabelle.

I'm a Slayer, the one with the power,

and the First has me using that power to dig our graves.

I've been carrying you-- all of you-- too far, too long.

-Ride's over. -You're out of line.

-No, she's not. -You're gonna let her talk to you like that?

Willow, she's not even the most powerful one in this room.

With you here, she's not close.

You're new here, and you're wrong,

because I use the power that I have.

The rest of you are just waiting for me.

Well, yeah, but only because you kind of told us to.

You're our leader, Buffy, as in "follow the."

Well, from now on, I'm your leader, as in "do what I say."

Jawohl!

But let's not try to forget, we're also your friends.

-I'm not. -Then why are you here?

Aside from getting rescued, what is it that you do?

I provide much needed... sarcasm.

Um, that'd... kind of be my job, actually.

You're here because you're scared.

-Same goes for everyone in this room. -Fine.

Anya, all of you, be as scared as you'd like.

-Just be useful while you're at it. -WILLOW: Come on, Buffy.

You know everyone here is doing everything they can.

And the First isn't impressed.

It already knows us.

It knows what we can do, and it's laughing.

You want to surprise the enemy? Surprise yourselves.

Force yourself to do what can't be done or else we are not an army.

We're just a bunch of girls waiting to be picked off and buried.

-Where are you going? -Out.

Since I'm neither a girl nor waiting,

all this speechifying doesn't really apply to me, does it?

Fine. Take a cell phone.

That way, if I need someone to get weepy or whaled on, I can call you.

-If you've got something to say-- -I just said it.

You keep holding back, you might as well walk out that door.

Holding back? You're blind.

I've been here, right in it-- fighting, scrappin'.

-Since you got your soul back? -Well, as a matter of fact,

I haven't been quite relishing the kill the way I used to.

You were a better fighter then.

I did this for you!

The soul, the changes-- It's what you wanted.

What I want is the Spike that's dangerous,

the Spike that tried to kill me when we met.

Oh, you don't know how close you are to bringing him out.

I'm nowhere near him.

Dawn, get the Potentials upstairs...

and break out that emergency kit.

What are you gonna do?

I'm declaring an emergency.

-We thought you'd want to be here. -Yeah, you thought right.

That emergency bag's got some neat stuff in it.

Weapons, charms, advanced reading assignments.

Yeah, cool stuff, but we've seen it all before.

ANYA: Well, not this we haven't. What's inside it?

Mmm, I don't know. It hasn't been opened since-- Well, since now.

Puppets. (chuckles)

That's it. The First hates puppets. Now, if we can just airlift Kermit,

Fozzie the Bear, and Miss Piggy into town, the First would be a-runnin'.

-Those are Muppets. -And these things are shadow-casters.

You put them in motion, and they tell you a story.

It says, "You can't just watch. You have to see."

-What the hell does that mean? -It's cryptic. I don't like it.

Every time instructions get cryptic, someone gets hurt. Usually me.

"You can't just watch. You have to see"? See what?

That's where all my fancy translating skills break down.

But I think it's an origin myth.

The story of the very first Slayer.

I-I saw her.

WOOD: You saw the first Slayer?

The other night, in my dream.

It's gotta mean something, right?

Okay, according to this, I think,

you put on those puppet guys, one by one.

They cast shadows, and the shadows tell the story.

"First, there is the earth."

(faint drumbeats)

KENNEDY: What's that sound?

Okay, so far, so creepy.

Um... Okay.

"Then there came the demons."

(drums continue)

-"After demons, there came men." -(faint roaring)

"Men found a girl."

-(woman screaming faintly) -"And the men took the girl...

"to fight the demon of all demons.

"They-- They chained her to the earth.

And then"--

And I--

I-I can't read this.

-Something about darkness. -What about darkness?

It says, "You cannot be shown.

"You cannot just watch, but you must see.

See for yourself, but only if you're willing to make the exchange."

When did you get so good at Sumerian?

It's not in Sumerian anymore.

-(voices grow louder) -(screaming)

But what does it mean?

It means I have to go in there.

No, it doesn't. Where does it say that? It doesn't say that.

WOOD: Buffy, you don't even know what you're exchanging.

You don't even know if you're ready yet.

That's the point.

No, Buffy. We don't know where you're going or how we'll get you back.

-Buffy, you can't. -WILLOW: How will we get you back?

Find a way.

-She's gone. -Huh.

ANYA: What was that about an exchange?

-(growling) -XANDER: Ah, this must be the exchange student.

Willow, use your magic to send him back!

I'm trying. Uh-- (speaking Latin)

Weapons!

(shouting)

(screaming)

Clear out of here, all of you, unless you want to end up all dead and useless.

-What are you gonna do? -What I do best.

-Are you injured? -Just hurt.

Don't make a case out of it.

-How about you? -I think we'll live.

-Except maybe Spike. -Is getting thrown through the ceiling what he does best?

-I'll go check on him. -We've got bigger problems than that.

-Yeah. Demon loose, no Slayer. -We need Buffy.

You gotta get her back. Looks like it's spell o'clock.

Which spell? I mean, didn't you see that thing?

And you expect to reopen the portal without sending Willow off the deep end?

-Thanks for your support. -ANYA: Well, it's true.

We're gonna have to find another way.

There isn't, and Buffy knew it.

-I've gotta get her back. -We don't even know where she went.

Well, I guess that worked.

-XANDER: Dawnie, what does the book say? -Not much.

Once Buffy left, it got a little tougher to read.

Oh.

It's okay. We'll just start with what we know, take it from there.

Great. So far, we know jack about squat. Let's go from there.

-You've got the magic. Use it. -But I don't even know what magic to use.

Why not just try all 32 flavors?

Worst thing that happens is you go brunette.

WILLOW: That's not the worst thing that can happen.

She's right. And you know we have a choice.

We can risk Willow's life and the rest of our lives to get Buffy back,

or we leave her out there.

If we play it safe back here, Buffy could stay lost.

You missed her "everyone sucks but me" speech.

If she's so superior, let her find her own way back.

Anya, the First is already up and running.

Every second that Buffy's not here is an opportunity

for it to show up and rip us to pieces.

Willow, how would you get Buffy back?

That's what I'm saying. I don't even know.

Okay, but if another witch was to do it, where would she start?

Physics, principles, basic laws.

-Such as? -Uh, conservation of energies.

You can't really create or destroy anything, just transfer.

-(scoffs) -DAWN: I'm sorry. Are you helping?

No. But at least I'm not galloping off in the wrong direction.

-Magic works off physics. -Not without a catalyst.

If you're talking about transferring energies, you need some kind of conduit.

Like a-- a Kraken's tooth.

Yeah. Skin of Draconis, uh, ground-up Baltic stones. Something.

-Okay. Good. -Plus, we need an exchange.

Like you said, I'm thinking a Slayer for a demon.

Right. If we want Buffy back,

then we have to find that demon and send it through.

-It matter if it's dead or alive? -SPIKE: I vote dead.

The Slayer's countin' on you, Willow.

Get crackin' on that portal, and don't be stingy with the mojo.

-The demon's mine. -I hate to say it, Big Bad,

but you look like you can barely stand.

We're trained. And the only thing we know for sure...

about this demon is it kicked your ass.

It did at that.

Where are you going?

There's something I need. (sighs)

Hello?

I'm Buffy. I'm the Slayer.

(speaking foreign language)

Good. That's good then.

Um, you know, I know we have bigger issues to deal with,

but how'd I understand anything you guys just said?

Oh, I know. Ancient magics. I just thought it was neat.

(speaking foreign language)

And the neat of it just left. Uh, end of what?

Uh, latest. You mean, "latest guardian."

Okay, um--

I-I have a First to fight, okay? So just tell me what I need to know.

I-I came to learn.

You know what I think? I'm not really here at all.

None of this is actually happening. This is like a play.

Like some shadow play.

Some nonreality, reenactment, hologramy--

KENNEDY: And this is gonna help us how?

The sand forms a circle, the circle acts as a barrier,

and the barrier contains the portal.

Now what? We hold hands and chant "kumbaya" or something?

Maybe. Till we get the magics up and running,

I'm kind of workin' on my best guess here.

-XANDER: Well, maybe we should wait. -For what?

Spike. To see if he can bring back that demon.

No, I-I don't think we should wait right now.

Opening a portal this size could take days.

Better get started.

I think I might pee my pants.

You can do it. The magics, not the pants thing.

Okay.

(exhales)

(speaking Latin)

Dawnie, you'd better put on some coffee. This could take a while.

(screaming)

What is this?

(speaking foreign language)

I thought I brought me here.

Look, listen, you guys. I'm already the Slayer, bursting with power.

Really don't need any more.

(drum beats)

This is how you--

No!

By making me less human?

(grunting)

(screaming)

Make this stop!

No, this isn't the way!

-Where you goin'? -Got a job.

Nice coat. Where'd you get it?

New York.

(speaking Latin)

Screw it! Mighty forces, I suck at Latin, okay?

But that's not the issue! I'm the one in charge,

and I'm telling you, open that portal now!

-It's not happening, Wil! -Give her time. She's getting it.

Or something's getting her. Wil, I think you'd better back up a little.

No!

Oh, come on, now, Nancy. Call yourself a demon?

I thought you were up for a proper fight.

-Now we're talkin'. -(growls)

(shouting)

(laughing)

Yeah!

You think I came all this way to get knocked up by some demon dust?

I can't fight this.

I know that now. You guys, you're just men--

Just the men who did this... to her.

Whoever that girl was before she was the first Slayer.

No, you don't understand! You violated that girl,

made her kill for you because you're weak,

you're pathetic, and you obviously have nothing to show me!

(bones crack)

I don't know your feelings, big guy,

but to me, a tussle like that...

is good for the soul.

I knew it. It's always the staff.

Tell me something I don't know.

(grunting)

Hey.

You okay? You've been kind of quiet since--

You sucked the life out of me?

Yeah. Since then.

Look, it's important that you know... what I am,

what I'm like when I'm... like that.

I thought it would be-- I don't know-- cool somehow.

It just hurt.

Yeah. I'm really sorry.

It's just, you were the most powerful person nearby,

and, well, that's-- that's how it works.

That's... how I work.

I got that. You told me.

I'll see you in the morning.

How you doin'?

Thanks for bringing me back... again.

Oh, it's what I do.

I was hard on you guys today.

Oh, it's all right. You needed to be.

Although, Twinkies and Kisses-- also peachy motivational tools.

You okay?

I think I made a mistake.

What?

Those men that I met-- you know, the shadow men--

they offered me more power,

but I didn't like the loophole.

So you turned it down?

It's okay, Buffy. We'll get by. We always do.

I don't know.

-They showed me-- -Showed you what?

That the first Slayer was right.

It isn't enough.

Why, Buffy? What did you see?

What did they show you?

(growling)

Grr! Arrgh!