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-GILES: Previously on Buffy the Vampire Slayer... -I'm Faith.

GILES: A rogue Slayer on our hands. I can't think of anything more dangerous.

-Faith, no! -You killed a man.

-I don't care. -She's unstable, Buffy.

(gasps)

I'm not a demon, little girl. I am something that you can't even conceive.

The First Evil.

Look, 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.

You know the rules. I can't take corporeal form.

-BUFFY: They're all Slayers? -GILES: Potential Slayers.

There were many more like them all over the world.

-But now there's just a handful. -That's what it wants.

GILES: To erase all the Slayers-in-training and their watchers,

-along with their methods. -BUFFY: And then Faith, and then me.

It's the end.

No more Slayer.

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. -Willow, call for you from L.A.

Somebody named Fred?

I'm gonna have to take off for a while. Maybe a day or two.

We're on the verge of war. You need to make difficult decisions regardless of cost.

You're stalling me.

I've been searching for you for a very, very long time.

-Ever since you killed my mother. -(roaring)

Try anything again, he'll kill you.

More importantly... I'll let him.

I think you've taught me everything I need to know.

Stop! Stop! Stop! Please!

-What's going on? -Please, get me out of here.

Is someone hurt? What is it?

Drive!

Well, that was, uh--

Are you all right?

(panting) Thank you. Thank god you were there.

Well, let's not give him credit for everything.

No, I'm funnin' ya. I don't believe in coincidence.

I also don't believe young girls should be out in the woods late at night.

Should be tucked in bed. I wish I was.

I expect you do at that.

Look. I don't mean to pry, but those boys-- they looked like--

Well, you didn't happen to fall in with devil worshippers, did you?

No, I'm sorry. You, uh--

You look like you've been traveling a while.

I didn't think that--

Is there someplace you'd like me to drop you? You heading someplace?

-Sunnydale. -I'm going there myself.

I ain't never been, but I expect we can find a police station or--

I just need to get to Revello Drive.

Um, but thanks, uh, Father--

Call me Caleb. Never was nobody's daddy.

I'm Shannon. Well, Shannon,

you feel like telling me why those freaky Joes were after you?

I'm not sure.

Well, do you ever think that maybe they were chasing you because you're a whore?

-What? -Now, I know what you're thinking.

Crazy preacher man, spouting off at the mouth

about the Whore of Babylon or some such.

That ain't me. I'm not here to lecture you.

I mean, what's the point? My words just curdle in your ears.

Wouldn't take in a thing.

Head filled with so much filth that...

ain't no room for words of truth.

Well, you know what you are, Shannon?

-Dirty. -What? I'm not.

Now, now, now, now, now, there's no blame here.

Now, you were born dirty. Born without a soul.

Born with that gaping maw wants to open up, suck out a man's marrow.

Makes me puke to think too hard on it.

Yeah, that there door is problematical.

I don't know as I could recommend stepping out at this speed anyway.

You're like as much to tumble some.

And of course, there's my boys back there. They hate to miss a mark.

-Your boys? -Well, they ain't exactly my blue-eyed boys.

But, uh, they're hard workers.

And, uh, they don't truck with Satan. That was just me having fun.

Satan is a little man.

(tires squealing)

I don't like backseat drivers.

Please... don't hurt me.

Well, now is this the part where you offer to do anything?

Because I tried to make it clear to you,

you got nothing I want to explore.

(screams) Oh, yeah!

That's it! Now that's a cleansin' fire! Hallelujah!

(gasping)

Now, if I'm not mistaken, there's a car a little ways behind us.

And I do believe there's some folk in it going the same place you are.

Now, I want you to deliver a message for me, but it's not for them.

It's for the other one.

The one and only, the original, accept- no-substitutes Slayer.

Would you tell her something for me?

Yes.

Thank you, Shannon. (clattering)

(grunts)

(indistinct whispering)

Now, let's see what we can't do about that door.

(gasps, grunting)

(tires skid)

Are you okay? Can you hear me?

Can you talk?

This girl's bleeding badly. We have to get her to the hospital.

Yep, I guess I'm back in Sunnydale.

(theme music playing)

I know it's hard.

I haven't been able to sleep the last few nights.

Hey, listen. It's gonna be okay.

Buffy knows what she's doing.

She's not gonna send you into battle until she's sure you're ready for action.

That's just it, though. How will I know I'm ready for action?

You have to trust us.

I'm so scared, Xander.

And I'm so young.

Well, believe it or not, I was younger than you when I started all this.

There's just so much I haven't done. So much I need to do.

It's, like, I never had a real boyfriend, you know?

Yeah?

I've never been with a man.

I could die tomorrow,

and I've never been with a man.

Well, um--

I've never been with a man before either.

Colleen.

I've never been with her in front of a man before.

I've never been with her in front of a man either.

(gulps) Um--

Xander--

We can't. We're so scared.

-The others might hear us. -No, they won't.

They're okay.

(girls laughing, screaming)

RONA: Xander! Xander!

What? God dammit!

What's going on? I was sleeping.

Dominique has the stomach flu, and the toilet bowl is backed up.

I'll be right out. Got a--

A leg cramp. (chuckles)

FAITH: You sure she's one of us?

She don't look like much now.

Not a Potential Slayer, I mean. Don't know.

Seems to fit, though. We'll know more when she regains consciousness.

If she regains consciousness. Girl's been gutted like a catfish.

Yeah.

Something's killing girls all over the world, trying to end the Slayer line.

Thing like that, figure I might get a heads-up.

Faith. Guess it doesn't really matter,

as long as you've got the true Slayer intact.

You were in prison. We figured you were safe there.

Yeah, that's prison. Safe as a kitten. Sorry.

I don't know much about the big house. Was it--

I mean, did something happen in there?

Someone came at me with a nasty-looking knife.

Didn't really know why, until now.

-Faith, we didn't-- -Forget it. It's cool. I get by.

What are we gonna do about her?

Uh, I guess we should find Buffy, tell her what's going on.

I-i tried calling home. Dawn said she's out patrolling.

Hm. Let's go look for her.

Cemetery's more fun anyway. Wait.

Somebody should wait here in case she wakes up.

-Fine. Sit tight. I'll be back. -W-Wait.

Uh, maybe you meeting Buffy alone isn't the best idea.

You told her the sitch, right? She's knows I'm coming.

Probably been up all night hanging streamers.

Yeah, but it's not like you're study buddies exactly.

Um, maybe it'd be better if I eased her into the whole thing.

I can't stay here, Willow. Spent way too much time in hospitals. We don't click.

Don't worry. I'm sure we'll all get along just fine.

(panting)

(grunts)

(punch lands)

What you wanna do to her, vamp, huh?

Something like this?

Nice punch you got there.

Let me guess. Leather pants,

nice right cross, doe eyes,

holier-than-thou glower-- you must be Faith.

Oh, goody, I'm famous. No. Told you were comin'.

Bit of a misunderstanding here.

I'm-- Spike. Yeah, we've met before.

We have? I don't think we--

Bloody hell, what are you doing? I'm on your side.

Yeah? Maybe you haven't heard. I've reformed.

So have I. I reformed way before you did.

Stop... hitting... me!

-We're on the same side. -Please. Do you think I'm stupid?

Well, yeah.

You were attacking that girl.

Sorry, Faith. I didn't realize that was you.

It's all right, B. Luckily you still punch like you used to.

-You okay? -Yeah. Terrific.

You're protecting vampires? Are you the bad Slayer now?

-Am I the good Slayer now? -He's with me. He has a soul.

-Oh, he's like Angel? -No.

-BUFFY: Sort of. -I am nothing like Angel.

He fights on my side, which is more than I can say for some of us.

Yeah, well, if he's so good, what's he doing chasing down defenseless--

-That's one of the bad guys. -You should make them wear signs.

May I? Thanks.

Angel's dull as a table lamp. And we have very different coloring.

Okay, catching up. Anything else I gotta know?

Nice to have you back.

Whoa, memory lane. Same old house.

Yeah, well, every piece of furniture has been destroyed and replaced since you left,

so, actually, new house.

DAWN: Buffy?

BUFFY: We have a new houseguest.

Hey, got a spare bed for a wanted fugitive?

Hello, Faith. Huh.

Huh. I guess "wanted" wasn't really accurate.

DAWN: Does she have to stay here?

'Cause there's some nice hotels that welcome try-to-kill-your-sister types.

Check it out. Brat's all woman-sized.

Look. I need to get to the hospital.

Some girl was attacked on her way into town. She think she might be a--

We know. Willow's been calling.

She's still there. She's gonna call if the girl wakes up.

Fine.

Well, Faith, so we better, um,

see if we can find someplace to squeeze you in for the night.

Not all that tension was about you.

Giles was part of a plan to kill me.

For Buffy's own good.

Well, that makes me feel better about me.

Worse about Giles.

Kinda shaky about you.

Drink of this,

for it is my blood.

You know, I always loved the story of the Last Supper.

The body and blood of Christ becoming rich red wine.

I recall as a boy, though, I couldn't help but think,

"What would happen if you were at the Last Supper and you ordered the white?"

A nice oaky chardonnay or white zin?

I mean, would he make that out of his lymph or some-all?

Never did bring it up.

Suppose there was a reason why I never spent too long

in one parish.

Just looking for answers.

Just looking for the Lord in the wrong damn places.

And then you showed me the light.

FIRST/BUFFY: Do you think I'm God?

I certainly do not. I am beyond concepts like that.

But you still wear the outfit.

Man can't turn his back on what he come from.

Besides, black is slimming. Everyone knows that.

Well, how do you like what I'm wearing?

Just another dirty girl. And since you only dress up in dead folk,

I'm guessing one who's already been paid her wage.

Look hard.

What do you see?

Strength.

And the loneliness that comes with real strength.

Nothing about my pert and bouncy hairdo?

-You're her. -The Slayer.

At long last.

All this time...

all the work I've done for you--

blowin' up the council,

organizing the Ray Charles Brigade and sticking all them splits.

You never showed me. Well, you've earned it.

And you'll be meeting her soon. Am I right?

Oh, yeah, yeah, she'll get the message.

And what makes you so sure she'll come?

Curiosity.

A woman's first sin. I offer her an apple.

What can she do but take it?

I'll see you soon.

ANDREW: Faith. Her name alone invokes awe.

Faith. A set of principles or beliefs

upon which you're willing to devote your life.

The dark Slayer. A lethal combination of beauty, power, and death.

For years and years, or to be more accurate, months,

Faith fought on the side of good, terrorizing the evil community.

But like so many tragic heroes,

Faith was seduced by the lure of the dark side.

She wrapped evil around her

like a large evil Mexican serape.

She became a cold-blooded killer.

Nobody was immune to her trail of destruction.

Not friends, not family, not even the most pacifist and logical of races.

AMANDA: What the hell are you talking about?

I thought Faith killed a volcanologist.

(chuckles)

Silly... silly... Amanda.

Why would Faith kill a person who studies Vulcans?

He studied volcanoes. He was a professor?

Ah, yes. Well, regardless.

I thought you weren't supposed to be doing this anymore.

Making up stories? I'm not.

This is true.

Except for that possible word misunderstanding.

There are-- there are things you need to know about.

Faith has a history not to be taken lightly.

She's a killer. Never forget that.

You must stay on guard around Faith at all times.

Your very lives may depend on it.

(in Chinese)

(chattering) (bell rings)

You look better. No, I don't.

No, you don't. But I'll be okay.

Unless, of course, you start beating up on me now.

I won't.

Well, I thought about it. I made some doodles.

As far as I'm concerned, we're on even ground.

I meant what I said.

I don't have time for your vendetta.

But I need you in this fight.

I want you on my side.

Thanks. That means a lot.

So, we're good?

-Absolutely. -(sighs)

-You're fired. -What?

Effective immediately.

You're firing me?

Wha-- I just refrained from kicking your ass.

Buffy, there's nothing here for you.

I mean, people are leaving town.

Half the kids don't even bother showing up anymore.

You've got things to deal with that are much worse than anything here.

Look at the big picture. Right.

The big picture.

The one with the big war and all the dead little girls.

Not dead. Not dead. Not if you get them ready.

I don't want to lead them into war.

It can't be the right thing.

Most wars aren't, you know?

Some of these girls haven't even been tested in battle.

Then, I guess, maybe you should test them.

Couldn't I just come to work part-time?

I could make fliers for encounter groups and post them up all over the school.

And you're fired again.

Remember, Buffy, the mission's what matters.

(door opens) (girls giggling)

(sighs)

SPIKE: You craving a moment alone in the dank?

-Or can I bum one? -(chuckles)

Well, I guess you can smoke all you want.

Big "C" not really an issue?

Teeth get yellow after an eternity. Gotta watch that.

Huh.

Right. It's not what it looks like.

Hey, to each his own, man.

This one guy I ran with, he liked me to dress up like a schoolgirl

and take this friggin' bullwhip, and I'd be like--

I got dangerous for a while.

-Was this before the soul or after? -After, but I got over it.

In case you're feeling all dust-happy again after your long incarceration.

Well, not if you're all repenty. Takes the fun out of it.

(girls laughing) (clattering, glass breaks)

(stretches) no more Starbucks for the wannabes, man.

They've been spazzing for, like, hours. Yeah.

It does get a bit much up there.

They're good girls. Just green, is all.

So, why aren't you up there, imparting?

That's Buffy's thing. Anyway, I just spent a good stretch of time

locked away with a mess of female types.

-Kinda had my fill. -Hm.

But you waited until Angel needed your help to bust out of jail.

Three squares, a nice weight room, movie every third Sunday.

-It could have been worse. -What movie?

The last one was Glitter.

I guess it couldn't have been worse.

You had the power to walk away anytime.

Nothing to stop you.

I stopped me.

I got dangerous for a while.

You over it?

More or less.

I pull for the good guys now. What's the less?

-The usual stuff. -Such as?

I was thinking about looking up the guy with the bullwhip.

Long incarceration.

You could do better. Schoolgirl thing's old hat.

It's all old hat, man.

Every guy's got some wack fantasy.

Scratch the surface of any granola-type dude,

naughty nurses and horny cheerleaders.

-I figure if you can't beat 'em-- -Join 'em.

-Just don't forget who's on top. -That I suspect would be you.

You got that right.

I've met you before, you know.

Mm. Yeah, you made a great impression on my chin.

Not in the graveyard. Before that.

I was kind of wearing a different body. Really?

You seemed okay with it.

The body swap, with Buffy.

She fill you in on that whole deal? She told me it went down.

Failed to mention who was driving her skin around.

I may have said a few things.

Like you could ride me at a gallop till my knees buckled.

Squeeze me till I pop like warm champagne.

It's not the kind of thing a man forgets.

Should have known it wasn't Blondie behind the wheel.

-She'd never throw down like that. -Oh, you have been away.

Don't even tell me little miss tightly wound's been getting her naughty on?

-Not of late. -Wow.

Everybody's just full of surprises.

Hey, B.

Well, it's nice to see you two getting along so well.

Yeah. Uh, you just know all the cool vampires.

-Yeah. -Hey, aren't you usually at work about now?

I kinda decided to cut back on my hours.

(door opens) DAWN: Buffy, is that you?

Down here.

Figured I'd be better off focusing on what's going on around here.

Buffy, Willow just called from the hospital.

The girl's awake.

He was a minister, or something.

At least he dressed like one.

I thought he was trying to save me, at first.

He-- He picked you up on the side of the road?

Bringers were chasing me.

He said they were his boys.

Right before he burned me.

(camera beeps)

He wanted to tell you something.

Before he cut me,

he told me to give the Slayer a message.

-What is it? -He said,

"I have something of yours."

We've got a new player in town. Dresses like a preacher.

Calls himself Caleb.

Looks like he's working for The First.

He's taunting us, calling us out.

Says he's got something of mine.

Could be another girl. Could be something else.

Don't know. Don't care.

I'm tired of talking. I'm tired of training.

He's got something of mine? Fine.

I'm getting it back.

And you guys are coming with me.

CALEB: You're searching for something, girl. What would that be now?

Oh, you. I was looking for you.

That right?

I heard you speaking tonight. Preachin'.

I felt your words go straight to me.

Well, the truth is like a sword, isn't it, girl? It cuts deep.

Mm. Yeah.

The words I use got a power to 'em.

Power now. They're not just words. They're truth.

They brought me here. They called you.

Know why? Because you're human.

You got your urges.

A woman's got hers. A man's got his.

Our whole race can be so damnably weak.

And that's why we seek the strength,

the power.

It's not wrong to be drawn to the power, is it, Preacher?

Oh, no, child. It's not wrong.

(girl gasps)

Just human.

(sighs)

Oh. Most people don't like visits from their dead, you know.

Heathens. No appreciation for life's pleasures.

Do it again.

I take requests.

One of those Potentials you killed perhaps.

No. Save them for later. I'm in more of an old memory lane kind of mood.

Back before I met you, there was this choir girl in Knoxville

I used to give singing lessons to.

Oh, she even screamed on-key. Show me her.

All these girls, they followed you willingly.

-You tricked them. -I only told them the truth.

As for following, well, that seems to be what they do best.

We need to start arming the girls. I wanna be ready to move when we find him.

We don't even know where we're going.

That's why I figured we'd do a little recon first. You up for it?

-Point me where you want me. -And you're certain this is the best course of action.

You don't even know what this man has of yours.

If he, in fact, has anything.

It could be a girl. A Potential trying to get to us.

It could be a stapler.

-I'm going in anyway. -With the girls?

Most of whom have yet to be in the field,

let alone in a life-or-death situation.

Then it's time we test them. Look, I'll just take the ones that have been here the longest.

-The rest can stay behind. -Could be that's just what he wants you to do.

-The old bait and switch. -Yeah, he lures us away

and then kills the girls we leave behind.

I know. That's why I need you to stay here with them.

You're my most powerful weapon, Wil.

I know you can keep them safe if anything happens.

An unknown man breezes into town, says he has something of yours.

Buffy, this thing's got "trap" written all over it.

He won't be expecting a full attack, not this soon.

-That's why we have to move. -We know nothing about this man.

We cannot go into battle unprepared. We have to have more time.

Giles, we don't have time, and you're not going into battle.

I need you to stay behind with the others.

Help the girls who still need a teacher.

FAITH: No eyes, but look at him go.

They got sonar or something?

Or something I guess. Pretty good when they attack.

They just roam free around town?

Well, normally, they show up out of nowhere,

and then either stab or get stabbed, and then they run off.

Looks like this guy wants to be found.

Adds weight to the whole "it's a trap" theory.

I am through waiting around for people to attack us.

Hey, I'm with you. Drop me in the hornets' nest. What the hell.

(sighs)

You got a rough sitch here,

trying to turn a bunch of little girls into an army.

They're Potential Slayers, just like we were.

Right. Maybe they'll do as good as us.

They're getting better.

I'll work with them. Some of them seem real eager.

Fashion disasters? Yeah. But they're ready to fight.

Why did you come back?

Willow said you needed me.

Didn't give it a lot of thought. Do you--

Am I getting you want me to be not here?

No. That's not what I meant.

(sighs) I'm glad that you're here.

It's good. Thank you.

No problem.

You know me, all about the good deeds.

Willow said you helped out Angel.

Yeah. He says hi.

Really? Sure.

How is he?

Better. I had to do this whole magical mind-walk with him.

-You were in Angel's mind? -Buffy.

What is this place? Look.

There's more of them.

FAITH: I think we just found our hornets' nest.

Let's get the cavalry.

Now, remember, we're looking for killing blows only, people.

So chest and throat, if it's a vampire.

Stomach, chest, and face if it's a Bringer.

What if it's something else? Could happen.

Something otherworldly.

And here's a handy rule. Don't go for the flashy tentacles

just because they're waving them about, trying to get attention.

Go for the center-- brain, heart, eyes. Everything's got eyes.

-DAWN: Except the Bringers. -Except the Bringers.

I don't want there to be tentacles. I'm not good with squishy.

I don't care if it's Godzilla. I wanna get in this thing.

Godzilla is mostly Tokyo-based, so he's probably a no-show.

Besides, Matthew Broderick can kill Godzilla. How tough is he?

Xander? Matthew Broderick did not kill Godzilla.

He killed the big, dumb lizard that was not the real Godzilla.

You people are even crazier than her.

Than who? Buffy, man.

I mean, taking us right into the bad guy's lair?

Well, that's where, generally speaking, you'd go to find the bad guy.

And I don't think you came here to fight plaque.

No, I came here for protection.

Well, you signed on to fight with-- Look. I know.

But this plan is trouble.

Okay? Buffy doesn't care how many of us she puts in danger.

Let me tell you something about Buffy.

-In fact, you should all listen to this. -Uh, we kinda were.

I've been through more battles with Buffy than you all can ever imagine.

She stopped everything that's ever come up against her.

She's laid down her life, literally, to protect the people around her.

This girl has died two times. And she's still standing.

You're scared? That's smart. You got questions? You should.

But you doubt her motives, you think Buffy's all about the kill,

then you take the little bus to battle.

I've seen her heart, and this time not literally,

and I'm telling you right now, she cares more about your lives than you will ever know.

You gotta trust her.

She's earned it.

Damn. I never knew you were that cool.

Well, you always were a little slow. I get that now.

All right, let's saddle up.

Okay, set up a perimeter. Guard the door.

I don't want anything getting in behind us.

My team goes in first. We check the place out. You guys are our safety net.

If this place is a trap, we give the signal, you guys come in, guns a-blazing.

So, what's the signal?

-I'm thinking lots and lots of yelling. -Got it.

Shall we?

What is this place?

-Looks like an old vineyard. -An evil vineyard, huh?

Like Falcon Crest.

Stay alert, you guys. Bringers are here somewhere.

Just need to find out where.

SPIKE: Shouldn't be too hard.

Well, now.

You girls are just burning with righteousness, aren't you?

Problem is, you think you're blazing like suns,

when really you're burning like matchsticks in the face of the darkness.

You having fun? Now, I hope my boys haven't worn you out too much.

I need you fit for when I purify you.

Save the sermon, Padre. I heard you have something of mine.

Well, I do now.

You liked my little message, did you?

You know, I ruined a perfectly good knife on that girl.

Got her soiled blood all over the place. I may need to get a new truck.

So, you're the Slayer.

The Slayer. The strongest, the fastest, the most aflame,

with that most precious invention of all mankind-- the notion of goodness.

Well, the Slayer must indeed be powerful.

So, what else you got?

(roars)

KENNEDY: Let's go!

Kennedy!

Miss, I do believe you have your own problems you should be worried about.

(bones crack)

(laughing)

-(groans) -CALEB: Oh, good. There's more of you.

Buffy!

Well, you're the other one, aren't you? The Cain to her Abel?

No offense meant to Cain, of course.

-Never was much for the good book. -Oh, it has its moments.

Paul has some good stuff, for instance.

But overall, I find it a tad complicated.

I like to keep things simple.

Good folk, bad folk.

Clean folk, dirty folk. (bones crack)

-No! -Yes.

Xander. Buffy.

Get them out of here. We have to retreat. Do it!

What can I say? I work in mysterious ways.

Also some fairly straightforward ones.

We are leaving.

Are you okay? Let's go. Come on.

Let's go! Come on!

You're the one who sees everything, aren't you?

Well, let's see what we can't do about that.

(yelling)

Xander!

Come on. Get up.

CALEB: Now, it's a simple story.

Stop me if you've heard it.

I have found and truly believe

that there's nothing so bad, it cannot be made better with a story.

And this one's got a happy ending.

There once was a woman.

And she was foul, like all women.

For Adam's rib was dirty, just like Adam himself.

For what was he, but human.

But this woman, she was filled...

with darkness and despair.

And why? Because she did not know. She could not see.

She didn't know the good news.

The glory that was coming? That'd be you.

For the kingdom, the power, and the glory are yours,

now and forever.

You show up, they'll get in line.

Because they followed her.

And all they have to do is take one more step,

and I'll kill them all.

See? I told you it had a happy ending.

Grr! Arrgh!