Can't deny anymore ch2

["Jonathan Landry-Gellar-Hannigan" <buffy212123@xxxxxxxxx>]

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Spoilers: Season 5 specifically Triangle written by Jane Espenson.  
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Can't Deny any More chapter 2

Willow looked down at Buffy; who was kneeling, head down, in front of 
her. Willow knelt down so she could look Buffy in the eyes. She put 
one hand on Buffy's shoulder and with the other lifted Buffy's head.

"It is NOT YOUR FAULT. It isn't. Every night, every day, you carry 
the burden of every life you didn't save. Never once do you allow 
yourself the privilege of taking credit for the ones you save. 
Besides, Tara isn't dead. She's going to be fine. You gotta have 
fai- a strong belief that everything will work out in the end."

"It's okay, you can say her name; besides you weren't even actually 
referring to her. Also, I ruined my relationship with Riley all on 
my own."

"STOP THAT!!! Also not your fault."

"Yeah right, I'm the slayer, all I do is kill and destroy everyone 
and everything near me. I will always be alone. Always. Now how may I 
serve you?"

The casually subservient way Buffy said that and the defeated, broken 
body language she was exhibiting sent not a chill but a South Pole-
caliber cold snap down Willow's spine.

"Stop that!!! Now where are the keys?"

"Why would you want the keys?"

"To unlock the handcuffs?"

Buffy pointed to her front left pants pocket as she (obediently?) 
stood up. Willow reached in, fumbled around and came out with the 
keys. She undid the cuffs and led Buffy into her room.

"We need to talk. But right now you need to go patrol, so go patrol 
and come right back here after you're finished."

"Yes m--

"And none of that mistress crap."

"no ma'am"

***

Next day, fade in on Buffy and Giles in the exercise room. Giles has 
padded mitts on his hands and Buffy is training, hitting Giles in 
sequence.

"All right. Switch, Left lead."

Buffy continues hitting. 

BUFFY: So you really think they might be able to help us? 
GILES: Uh, if you mean are they gonna help us find out something 
about Glory ... I saw that coming. You're dropping your shoulder. 
(Buffy looks surprised, continues hitting) Uh, the resources that 
the ... Watchers Council has at their disposal, (wistfully) I mean 
the Central Library alone is just... 

Buffy stops hitting. 

BUFFY: (sternly) Don't talk about the books again. You get all ... 
and sometimes there's drool. 

She resumes hitting. 

GILES: I'm sorry, but we, we've really exhausted the materials I have 
here, and we're coming up empty. (More hitting) You're, you're still 
dropping your shoulder. I can see when you're gonna go with your 
right. (More hitting) You're doing it again! 

Buffy hits him sharply in the upper arm and he stumbles aside. 

GILES: Ow! 
BUFFY: Sorry! Sorry. So, Glory's all you're gonna talk to them about, 
right? 
GILES: (nods, rubs his shoulder) Let's, let's take a break. (Turns 
away) 
BUFFY: Answer me. 
GILES: (moving away, gestures with the mitts still on his hands) I, 
I'm not gonna mention Dawn's name. I wouldn't do that, I promise. 
BUFFY: But you're gonna tell them about the key? That Glory's looking 
for something called the key? 
GILES: (removes mitts) Well, knowing her goal is, is crucial. I mean, 
i-i-if anything helps them uncover her origins, her, her plans... 
BUFFY: I know. It's just I trust these Watchers about as far as ... 
you could throw them. 
GILES: (pouring himself a glass of water) Thank you very much. 
BUFFY: (sighs) I'm just freaked about the idea of giving them any 
information that could possibly lead them to Dawn. (She comes over 
and sits on a bench. Giles sits next to her) 
GILES: Truly, Buffy, if I saw an alternative ... if, if the 
Initiative were still around, I'd consider using them, but... they're 
gone, and then Riley was, was, uh, the last link we had to the 
government. 

Giles wipes his face with a towel. Buffy looks down sadly. 

GILES: Sorry, I didn't mean to.... 
BUFFY: It's okay. You can say his name. (pensively) I'm doing all 
right. These things happen. People break up and they move on ... for 
a while it feels like the end of the world, you know, but ... big 
picture... 
GILES: Not so huge. 

Buffy looks at him in disbelief. 
BUFFY: Not so huge? I just said it feels like the end of the world, 
don't you listen? 

Giles looks dismayed. Buffy leans in closer toward him. 
BUFFY: (whispers) I'm teasing. 
GILES: (relieved smile) Oh. 
BUFFY: Sort of. I'll be okay. 
GILES: Well, I do hate to go if you're feeling badly. 
BUFFY: look, if it help you find out something about Glory, (pats him 
on the back) I'm thrilled to have you gone. 
GILES: Buffy? how did your talk with Willow go last night? If 
there's anything you want to talk about I'm always at your
disposal.
She hops off the bench and walks away. 
BUFFY :fine.

Cut to: magic shop, day. Anya, Xander, Willow, Tara, and Buffy sit 
around the round table looking at books and papers. Xander has Willow 
on his right and Anya on his left. Giles stands next to the table 
fastening his tie. You get the distinct impression Buffy doesn't 
want to be there, she looks very pale and like she hasn't slept.  

ANYA: You're going away for a *week*? That's great! 
GILES: Yes, yes, everybody seems delighted about it. (picks something 
up to read) 
ANYA: Well, I get to run the store, right? 

Giles looks alarmed. 
GILES: You? Ah, w-well, it's quite a lot for one person to take care 
of. Well, I-I mean, the trash men, for example, I mean, they, they, 
they've been making such a mess in the back alley, the recycling 
people can't get in there to collect. Well, somebody has to talk to 
them. 
ANYA: I can take care of that. 
TARA: I'm envious, Mr. Giles. A trip to England sounds so exciting 
and exotic. (realizes) Un...less you're English. (Giles grins) 
BUFFY: Look, don't worry about the shop. We'll take care of it. We 
can open and close, and, and we'll deal with everyone. 

Anya frowns. 

WILLOW: We can come by between classes! Usually I use that time to 
copy over my class notes with a system of different colored pens ... 
but it's been pointed out to me that that's, you know, insane. 
TARA: I said "quirky." 
ANYA: (annoyed) Hello, I work here! I'll take care of everything. 
XANDER: (not looking up from his reading) Yeah, Anya can do it! 
ANYA: Thanks, sweetie. (pats him on shoulder) Well said. 
GILES: Um, Anya, while, while I completely trust you uh, uh, to take 
care of the inventory and the money, um ... dealing with people 
requires a certain, uh ... finesse. 
ANYA: (angry) I have finesse! I have finesse coming out of my bottom! 
I can completely lie to the health inspector. I can, you know, 
distract him with coy smiles, and, and bribe him with money and 
goods. 
XANDER: See there? She'll be great. 
WILLOW: Don't worry, Giles. I'll help her take care of everything. 
It'll be ship-shape. Better, it'll be shop-shape. (smiles) 
ANYA: Xander, she's talking to Giles like I'm not here. Make her 
stop. 
GILES: Perhaps I'd better call the airline... 
WILLOW: I'm just trying to help out! Xander, tell her. (smacks Xander 
in the arm) 
GILES: ...schedule an earlier flight back, excuse me. 
ANYA: Tell her that I don't need her help. 

Xander sits between Anya and Willow looking uncomfortable. 
XANDER: (to Buffy) So, how goes the slaying? 
BUFFY: (absently) I killed something in a convent last night. 
XANDER: In any other room, a frightening declaration. Here, a welcome 
distraction. (Anya and Willow both look at him) Tell us all about the 
killing, Buff. 
BUFFY: Pretty standard. Vampire staking. Ooh! But I met a nun, and 
she let me try on her wimple. 
XANDER: Okay, now we're back to frightening. 

Cut to: exterior of the Summers house, night. 

Cut to: Joyce's bedroom. A light-blue bathrobe lies on the bed. Buffy 
enters, sees it, frowns, looks up. 
BUFFY: You! 

We see Joyce wearing a striped sweater and dark pants. She has a 
scarf over part of her head. 

BUFFY: You with the actual clothing, who are you? (turns toward 
Dawn's bedroom door) Dawn, come look at this. 
JOYCE: It's hard to recognize me, huh? 

Dawn enters. 

DAWN: Whoa. 
BUFFY: No more bathrobe. 
JOYCE: Hmm. I looked at it today, and there it was, all fuzzy and 
blue, (shot of the bathrobe) and I just couldn't stand it any more. 
BUFFY: I don't think the rest of us will miss it much either. 
DAWN: It was getting a little ripe, Mom. 
BUFFY: (to Dawn) Maybe we should burn it. 
DAWN: It would keep the bugs away. 
JOYCE: It doesn't smell! Fine, fine, make your funny jokes at the 
expense of the woman with the hole in her skull. (Sits on the bed) 
BUFFY: (to Dawn) Let's go. I think we've tired her out. 

Buffy goes into her room. Dawn follows. Joyce watches them with a 
smile, then leans back and sighs. 

Buffy walks into her room, sits on the bed and begins flipping 
through a magazine. Dawn stands in the doorway watching. 
DAWN: Whatcha doin'? 
BUFFY: Playing soccer. 
DAWN: Can I hang out in here? 
BUFFY: Don't touch anything. 

Dawn comes into the room, looks at a corkboard where several photos 
are hanging. 

DAWN: You took down his pictures. 
BUFFY: Yeah. 
DAWN: I ... I think I would've done that sooner. Like, boom! "Don't 
wanna see that face again." 
BUFFY: It wasn't like that. I was never angry with him. (sighs) Okay, 
that's a lie. But it's not like I don't want to see his face. 
DAWN: I was just starting to kinda like the guy, and then ... gone. 
So fast. 
BUFFY: It wasn't really so fast. Him leaving. According to everyone 
who isn't me, it was kind of gradual. 
DAWN: Oh. Does that make it any better? 

Dawn sits on the end of the bed. 

BUFFY: No. 
DAWN: Because you should have noticed earlier? 
BUFFY: Stop being insightful. It's creepy. (Dawn continues looking at 
her. Buffy speaks more softly.) It hurts. In all kinds of horrible 
ways. In the way where I'm furious at him ... in the way where I 
blame myself ... and all the little ways I imagine ... how I could 
have fixed things. 
DAWN: It'll get better. (Frowns) Won't it? 
BUFFY: I hope so. Yes. It has to. (Dawn lies down, puts her head in 
Buffy's lap. Buffy strokes her hair) I'll just keep going like I have 
been, and every day it'll get a little bit better. 
DAWN: Really? Every day? 
BUFFY: Not really. But it'll be better soon. 
DAWN: It still feels all sudden to me. With him gone where no one can 
talk to him. 
BUFFY: But you never know. Maybe he'll come back. Maybe he'll hate 
the jungle ... or maybe he'll want to give it another try. I 
could ... say all the things I didn't get to say. 

Cut to: Spike holding a box of chocolates. He talks to someone we 
can't see. 
SPIKE: (softly) Um ... there's something I got to tell you. About 
showing you Riley in that place. (deep breath) I didn't mean to ... 
(long pause) Anyway, I know you're feeling all betrayed - by him, not 
me. (The camera pans around and we see he is talking to a mannequin, 
which has no legs but wears a blue blouse and a blonde wig. It's set 
up on a block of stone so that it is about Buffy's height.) I was 
trying to help, you know. Not like I made him be there, after all. 
Actually trying to help you. Best intentions. 

He gets a little agitated, paces a few steps away. 

SPIKE: I mean, you know, pretty state you'd be in, thinking things 
are all right (moves back toward the mannequin) while he's toddling 
halfway round the bend. (Stares at the mannequin, gets madder) Oh, 
I'll insult him if I want to! I'm the one who's on your side! Me! 
Doing you a favor! (very angry) And you, being dead petty about it - 
me, getting nothing but your hatred and your venom and - you 
ungrateful bitch! 

He loses control of himself, smashes the box of chocolates over the 
mannequin's head. 

SPIKE: Bitch! 

He hits the mannequin with the chocolates again and it falls over. 
The box of chocolate goes flying. 

Spike sighs. He picks up the mannequin and replaces it. He carefully 
rearranges the wig, sighs again, picks up the box of chocolate, tries 
to stuff the chocolates back in. He composes himself and faces the 
mannequin again. 

SPIKE: (quietly) Buffy ... there's something I wanted to tell you. 

Cut to: magic shop. Anya is working at the cash register. Willow 
stands behind her with her back to the camera, holding a book. Tara 
is standing by the shelves behind the register, where there are jars 
of magical supplies. 

WILLOW: Good, and, and hellebore. It's up and to the right. 

Tara takes down a vial and gives it to Willow. 
TARA: Hellebore, one of my favorites. 
WILLOW: It's powerful stuff. (She and Tara walk out from behind the 
counter) I tried to use it to de-rat Amy, and it didn't work. But I 
think it might have made her really smart. (They approach the table, 
where a variety of magical supplies are laid out. Willow puts the 
vial into a rack with some others.) She keeps giving me these looks 
like she's planning something. Rubbing her paws together. 

Anya comes out from behind the counter and walks over to them. 
ANYA: (annoyed) Hey. What are you two doing? 
WILLOW: Oh, we're gonna try out a few spells. 
TARA: There's this thing you can do where you create light, and we 
thought, what if you could make, like, simulated sunlight? 
WILLOW: Yeah, so then, you know, there Buffy is, middle of the night, 
and she finds this whole nest of vamps, a-and then she just 
goes, "Presto!" 
TARA: Only it won't be "presto" exactly. 
WILLOW: And, and voom! There's a, a floating ball of sunlight. Vamps 
get dusty. 
TARA: You don't wanna look right at it, though. 
ANYA: That's swell, but you can't use this stuff. Giles has only been 
gone two days and you're already causing trouble. You shouldn't do 
things while he's gone. 
WILLOW: (smiling) You're the fish! 
ANYA: What? 

Tara grins. 

WILLOW: The, the fish in the bowl, in The Cat in the Hat. He was 
always saying that the cat shouldn't be there while the mother was 
out. 
ANYA: What are you talking about? 
TARA: It's a book. This cat does all this mischief. 
WILLOW: It's so cute. He balances a bunch of stuff, including that 
fish in the bowl! A-and, but don't try it for real when you're six, 
because then you're not allowed to have fish for five years. 
ANYA: (upset) You're referencing literature I have no way to be 
familiar with. You're trying to make me feel left out, and you're 
stealing! 
WILLOW: I'm not stealing. I-I'm just taking things without paying for 
th... (pauses) In what twisted dictionary is that stealing? 
TARA: Willow, maybe we should just pay. 
WILLOW: Anya, Giles would be totally fine with this. Come on, it'll 
be fun. (Gets an idea) We could show you how to do some stuff! You 
could be floatin' pencils by the end of the day. 
ANYA: Sometimes I miss having powers. (Willow grins. Anya realizes 
something) Oh. Oh! I know what this is! (shaking her finger at them) 
This is peer pressure! Any second now you're gonna make me smoke 
tobacco and, and have drugs. 
WILLOW: Look how easy. 

They all look at the table. A small stick of dried sage and a vial 
rise off the table and float in the air. 

ANYA: Hey! Don't float the merchandise! (grabs the items and puts 
them back on the table) 

Willow turns. A few items on the counter rise into the air. 

ANYA: Stop that! 

Xander appears, walking past the floating stuff without noticing. 

XANDER: Hey, look at this, my two favorite girls! (to Tara) Three 
favorite girls.
ANYA: Xander, Willow's stealing. She's a burglar. 
WILLOW: Right, the cunning, broad daylight in front of everyone 
burglar. Xander, I'm just doing a spell to help Buffy. 

Xander nods. 

ANYA: Xander, Giles left me in charge. Tell her. 
XANDER: Hey, hey, Judge Xander requesting a recess here. 
TARA: You really shouldn't pull him into this. 
XANDER: Yeah, see? Tara's with me. (moves to stand behind Tara) 
Protect me, Tara. 
WILLOW: (walks back behind the counter, holding a mortar and pestle) 
Xander, what I'm doing, it's a good thing. And if it doesn't work, 
Giles never even needs to know about it. 

She puts the mortar and pestle on the counter, takes a pinch of 
something out of the bowl, and sprinkles it on the cash register. The 
register disappears in a puff of pink smoke. 

WILLOW: Oops. 

Anya rushes over. The others come over as well. 

ANYA: The cash register! What did you do with the cash register? Dear 
god! 
WILLOW: I'll fix it, I'll fix it! Recursat. (latin translation: 
revert/return) 

Another pink puff, and the register reappears, now with the receipt 
paper hanging out of it in long curls. Smoke rises out of it. 

WILLOW: There, all back. Good as new. 
ANYA: Money. Did you hurt the money? (Opens the cash register and 
coughs as more smoke (not pink) comes out) Money good? (takes out 
some money and shakes it at Xander) She endangered the money! (Xander 
shrugs) 
WILLOW: Of course, that's what she cares about. (imitates Anya) "I 
like money better than people. People can so rarely be exchanged for 
goods and/or services." 
ANYA: (horrified) Xander, she's pretending to be me! 
WILLOW: Well, can you even believe how she's acting? 
XANDER: Okay, you know what? I'm tired of being the one in the 
middle. I'm not gonna let you pull me into this. 
WILLOW: I'm not. 
XANDER: Whatever the issue is between you two, just figure it out 
without me. 

He begins to walk out. 

ANYA: Xander, don't go! 

Xander slams the door behind him. 

WILLOW: (softly) You made him mad. 
ANYA: (angrily) Me?! 
WILLOW: Tara, who do you think he was more mad at? 
TARA: Um, you know? I think, uh, maybe, maybe you guys have some 
stuff you need to work out, you know, just really ... talk. 

She leaves. Anya and Willow look at each other. 

Cut to: exterior of magic shop, day. 

Cut to inside. Anya sits on a stool near the shelves, holding a 
pencil and notepad. Willow is at the counter, where she has a large 
cauldron and a bunch of vials and containers laid out. 

WILLOW: Fleabane... (measures some stuff into her mortar) 
ANYA: Fifteen cents. (writes) 
WILLOW: Salamander eyes... (puts them into the mortar) 
ANYA: Ten bucks for twelve. Bargain. (writes) 
WILLOW: Bindweed. (puts it in) 
ANYA: Ugh, ooh, that's a pricey one. (writes) 
WILLOW: Would you stop that? It's very distracting. 
ANYA: Fine. Make your little ball of sunshine. I'll be quiet. 
WILLOW: Good, because this spell is very sensitive. Once I begin, any 
non-ritual word can disrupt it. (mashes the ingredients together with 
the pestle) 
ANYA: Fine. 
WILLOW: Okay, here we go. 

She pours the mixture into the cauldron. Then she closes her eyes and 
takes a deep breath. 

ANYA: Did you start yet? 
WILLOW: (exhales loudly, turns to give Anya an annoyed look) Shh, no! 
This is it. 

Again she closes her eyes and inhales. 
WILLOW: Spirits of light, I invoke thee. Let the gloom of darkness 
part before you. 

A small circlet of yellow-orange light arises out of the cauldron and 
begins to spin. 

WILLOW: Let the moonlight be made pale by your presence. Spirits-
ANYA: Is it done? 
WILLOW: Shh!!! 

The circle of light flashes brighter and grows a bit larger. 

WILLOW: Spirits of light, grant my wishes. 
ANYA: Sorry, I thought you were done. 
WILLOW: (angry) Do you *wanna* screw this up? 

Willow turns away to yell at Anya. The circle of light grows bigger 
and brighter, and its spinning becomes less smooth. It continues to 
grow and twist crazily. 

ANYA: No. No. I'm sure you can do that all on your own. 
WILLOW: Hey Anya, whatever really has you mad, why don't you just say 
it, like you do every other thought that stomps through your brain? 
ANYA: (stands up) I believe I have said it. 
WILLOW: No. You haven't. Come on. Let it out! 

The circle of light suddenly drops down through the glass of the 
countertop and touches a large crystal that is in the display case 
underneath. It gives off a big flash of light and a large demon 
(Olaf) suddenly appears next to the counter. Willow and Anya shriek 
and grab each other. 

Olaf stumbles a bit, gets his balance and looks around. He is about 
seven feet tall, with long hair and green scaly skin and a big beard 
covering most of his face, and two curved horns on his head. He holds 
a large hammer. 

Anya and Willow stare in shock. 

Olaf looks at himself, looks around. He turns and sees the two girls, 
and roars loudly. They shriek again and clutch each other. 

Olaf turns and uses his hammer to smash a display case full of 
merchandise, then another, growling all the time. Then he smashes a 
statue on a pedestal. He goes to the door and stumbles outside, still 
roaring. 

Willow and Anya come forward. 

WILLOW: He's not a ball of sunshine. 
Blackout. 



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Act II 
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Fade in on Buffy and Tara in a classroom, surrounded by other 
students. Tara holds some books. A professor hands Buffy a piece of 
paper. 

BUFFY: (sighs) New semester, new classes. (She and Tara begin to walk 
out into the hallway) Whole new vistas of knowledge to be confused 
and intimidated by. 
TARA: (laughs) I think this one's gonna be kind of fun. Greek Art's 
gonna touch on so many things -- mythology, history, philosophy... 
BUFFY: (whispering) The professor spit too much when he talked. It 
was like being at Sea World. "The first five rows will get wet." 
TARA: (laughs) That was just, you know, um, enthusiasm. 
BUFFY: It seemed very much like saliva. 
TARA: We'll sit farther back next time. 
BUFFY: Good plan. (stops walking, folds the paper and puts it in her 
bag) I need to keep this course. The only other thing that fits into 
my schedule is Central American Geopolitics. 
Tara: (grimaces) Hmm. 
BUFFY: And no, thank you. (resumes walking) I even hear the word 
jungle, all I can think of is him. (Tara looks sympathetic) You 
know, "is that the one Riley's in?" Really don't need a daily 2:00 
knife in the heart. 
TARA: Is it that bad? 
BUFFY: (stops walking) Sort of. But I'm starting to get perspective 
on the whole situation. You know, maybe Riley's ... where he's 
supposed to be. You know, maybe he needed ... to be where he was 
needed. 
TARA: Willow says that things always happen for a reason. 
BUFFY: But you ever notice people only say that about bad things? 
(Tara laughs) But not for me the furrowed brow. (resumes walking) 
What do you say we go pick up Willow and indulge ourselves in a 
little after-school hamburger? 
TARA: I guess we could. She might still be at the magic shop. I was 
there earlier, and she and Anya kinda got in this little squabble ... 
Xander and I sort of cleared out, he was pretty upset. 
BUFFY: (stops walking, looks very concerned) Anya and, and Xander are 
in trouble? 
TARA: Oh! No, I-I said that all wrong. It was nothing. Willow and 
Anya were sort of fighting, and then Xander kind of snapped at both 
of them and he left. 
BUFFY: (alarmed) He left? Xander left Anya? 
TARA: (frowning) Ummm ... no, not "left her" left her, he just left. 
It was only a little thing, it-
BUFFY: Little thing? (tearfully) See, the thing is, the ... little 
things get bigger, you know, and, and, and, and, if you don't catch 
the little thing and then, boom! You have this, this, this whole huge 
thing! 
TARA: Oh dear. 
BUFFY: (sniffling) Not, not, not them with the little things! They 
can't break up! 
TARA: Oh, I think-
BUFFY: They have a beautiful love. 
TARA: I think they'll be fine. 

Buffy bursts into tears and puts her face against Tara's shoulder, 
hugging her. Tara looks alarmed, pats Buffy on the back. 

BUFFY: (muffled) They have a miraculous love! 
TARA: What? 
BUFFY: (sobbing) A miraculous love! 

Cut to: Giles's convertible zooming down the streets of Sunnydale. We 
see another car by the side of the road with its side all smashed in. 
ANYA: There, that parked car! We're still on his trail. 

We see that Anya is driving while Willow sits in the passenger seat 
holding a bunch of papers. The car screeches around a corner. 

WILLOW: I don't even get how we made that guy, because, wow, 
advanced! (She continues looking through the papers) 
ANYA: No one made him. He must have been trapped in that crystal, and 
you released him. 
WILLOW: *I* released him? No, this was definitely a "we" thing. Or, 
or a "you" thing! I-it definite feels like a you thing. 
ANYA: Look, just find the reversal spell. And hurry! Look what he did 
to that lamppost! 

We see a lamppost lying on the ground, broken in two. 

WILLOW: I'm trying. Put the top up, the pages are all blowy! 
ANYA: Well, I don't know how to put the top up, I only just figured 
out what the left pedal does. (turns to smile at Willow) It makes us 
stop! 

Anya slams on the brake and they slow down with a screech. Willow 
grabs the side of the car for balance. Anya resumes driving. 

WILLOW: You don't know how to drive? Why didn't you say you don't 
know how to drive?
ANYA: Well, I couldn't know if I could until I tried, could I? 

They exchange an angry look. 

WILLOW: This is very, very bad. There, there's an ogre on the loose-
ANYA: Troll. 
WILLOW: What? 
ANYA: Troll on the loose. Now hold on, I'm gonna press the right 
pedal harder. (smiling) I expect us to accelerate. 

She presses on the gas pedal and they both lean back in their seats 
as the car speeds up. Willow looks very angry. 

WILLOW: (yelling over the engine noise) There's a troll on the loose, 
and you're gonna crash Giles' car! 
ANYA: (agreeing) It's likely. We're going very fast. You should have 
listened to me and not done the spell. Giles put me in charge. 
WILLOW: Giles can be an idiot. The smart kind, but still. 
ANYA: Xander agreed. 
WILLOW: Oh, right. Xander doesn't step out of line. 
ANYA: (turns to look at her) Well, what do you mean by that? 
WILLOW: Nothing. 

Willow looks ahead, points at something. Anya looks, twists the wheel 
quickly. The car screeches around another corner, narrowly misses 
hitting another parked car, which has its roof bashed in. Some of the 
papers fly out of Willow's hands and are gone with the wind behind 
the car. Willow watches them go. 

ANYA: Find that spell quickly! 
WILLOW: Whoa, that's gone. 

Cut to: interior of the Bronze. Xander takes a bowl of peanuts from 
the counter and turns away. As he walks away he bumps into Spike, who 
is drinking a mug of beer. 

SPIKE: Hey, watch it. (looks at Xander) Oh, it's you. 
XANDER: Spike, don't let me stop you from not being here. 
SPIKE: I was here first, you know. 
XANDER: Uh-huh. Go away. 

Xander walks off. Spike grins and follows him. 

SPIKE: Now why would I do that, when it's bugging you so much having 
me here? 

Xander sits at a round table and begins shelling the peanuts. Spike 
watches. 

SPIKE: They have chicken wings too. Also a sort of a flower-shaped 
thing they make from an onion. It's brilliant. 
XANDER: Are you talking to me hoping that I'll get so depressed that 
I'll impale myself on a fork right in front of you? 
SPIKE: Lovely thought. If I don't hurt you myself, the chip wouldn't 
zap me. I could eat you that way. Beat the onion thing all to hell. 

Spike reaches over to take one of Xander's peanuts. Xander slaps his 
hand away. 

XANDER: Hey! Those are mine. 
SPIKE: My, my. Someone's in a temper. (sits down opposite Xander) 
This all sympathetic misery borrowed from the Slayer? 
XANDER: What? No, nothing to do with Buffy. 
SPIKE: So she's all right then. Not, uh ... holding grudges. 
XANDER: What are you talking about? What does Buffy have to do with 
anything? What grudges? 
SPIKE: Oh, yeah. Okay. No need to talk about her then. I'm sure she's 
merrily slaying some pals of mine, having a grand old time. 

He eyes Xander warily as he takes another sip of his beer. 
BUFFY VOICEOVER: This is very bad. 

Cut to: interior of magic shop. Buffy steps around the broken debris 
lying on the floor. 

BUFFY: (calling) Willow? Anya? 

Tara comes running from the back room. 
TARA: They're not back there either, they're gone. (anxious) Buffy, 
something's been here and Willow's gone. 
BUFFY: Don't worry. We'll get her back, I promise. (Tara nods) Come 
on, this thing's probably leaving a huge trail. 

Buffy grabs Tara's hand and they both run out. 

Cut to: city street, night. Olaf comes round a corner with his 
hammer. He uses it to hit a large dumpster, which goes spinning 
across the street toward a bunch of passers-by. The people stare. 
Olaf laughs loudly. 

OLAF: Puny receptacle! 

He growls and hits a mailbox with his hammer. It flies toward the 
dumpster. The people begin to move away in alarm. 

OLAF: Rrrah! You do well to flee, townspeople! I will pillage your 
lands and dwellings! (The people begin to run away) I will burn your 
crops and make merry sport with your more attractive daughters! Ha ha 
ha! Mark my words! 

He pauses and sniffs the air. 

OLAF: Ooh! Ale! I smell delicious ale! 

He walks off. 

Cut to: interior of the Bronze. Spike and Xander are playing pool 
together. 

XANDER: And they get in these fights, and they're both looking at me 
like I'm the referee. Also, sometimes I'll say something about Anya, 
and Willow'll get this look, this, um, "what the hell do you see in 
her" look. 
SPIKE: I know that look. Lot of people never really got Dru, you 
know. 
XANDER: Well, she was insane. (Spike looks offended) Then it's like, 
well, I get all torn. Because, Willow's my best friend and I really 
value her opinion, but, uh, Anya's my girlfriend, you know? 
SPIKE: Hmm. What does the Slayer think of all this ... friction in 
the ranks? (walks around the pool table to study the angles) Can't be 
good for morale. 
XANDER: I don't know. 
SPIKE: (bitterly) She's a little ... preoccupied, maybe. It's 
understandable what with all the upset, all the blaming of innocent 
bystanders who got caught up in the mess. 
XANDER: What? 
SPIKE: (walks closer to Xander) I mean, did she *want* to be made a 
fool of? And, what does a person have to do to make it right? (Olaf 
walks past, bumping Spike's shoulder) Hey, watch it, mate. 

Spike turns to look up at Olaf. Both he and Xander stare. 

SPIKE: On second thought, do what you like. 

Olaf sniffs the air. 

OLAF: Ale! Yes! 

He walks over to where a guy is wheeling a dolly with two half-kegs 
on it. 

OLAF: Ah, fragrant ale! 

Olaf picks up a keg with one hand, lifts it to his mouth and begins 
to drink. 

XANDER: (still standing behind Spike) So, uh ... think I should run 
and get Buffy? 

Olaf finishes off the keg, sighs happily and tosses it aside. He 
looks around at the patrons staring at him in fear. He spots a 
waitress. 

OLAF: Barmaid! Bring me stronger ale, and some plump, succulent 
babies to eat. 

XANDER: I'm gonna run and get Buffy. (Pats Spike on the shoulder) Or 
maybe you could fight him. 
SPIKE: Yeah, I could do that, but I'm paralyzed with not caring very 
much. 
OLAF: (pointing at Spike) You there! (walks up to Spike and Xander) 
Do you know where there are babies? 
SPIKE: (to Xander) What do you think, the hospital? 
XANDER: What? Shut up! (to Olaf) Um ... listen... 
OLAF: I find myself very hungry. And when I'm hungry I grow short of 
patience. 
XANDER: Well, we can take care of the hungry, so how's about you just 
sit down in one of the ... sturdier chairs, and we can ... have a 
calm talk and something to eat. 
OLAF: Can it be babies? 
XANDER: Well, not so much. 
OLAF: (disappointed) Oh. 
XANDER: But maybe ... some roast pigs, and ... stags, and ... much 
hearty grog. (grins nervously) 
SPIKE: They've got this onion thing... 
OLAF: You cannot appease me! Do not try! (turns away) More ale! 

He grabs the second keg off the dolly. Xander and Spike edge toward 
the door. Just as they reach it, Anya and Willow enter. Willow 
carries a book. 

ANYA: Xander! You shouldn't be here. There's a troll. (She goes over 
to him and they put their arms around each other) 
XANDER: Uh, a big guy? Hammer? (Anya nods) I think I noticed him. 
(points) 

Anya and Willow look over at where Olaf is draining the second keg. 

WILLOW: I wish Buffy was here. 

The door opens again and Buffy runs in, followed by Tara. 
BUFFY: I'm here. 

Willow looks surprised. 
WILLOW: I wish I had a million dollars. (The others look at her) Just 
checking. 
BUFFY: (looks at Olaf) What's going on? Where did he come from? 

Spike steps forward, looking nervous. 
SPIKE: Hello, Buffy. 
Buffy looks at him. 

ANYA: (still holding on to Xander) Willow stole ingredients and 
released him from a purple crystal. He's a troll. 

Spike looks annoyed, steps back. 

BUFFY: (to Willow) You did this? 
WILLOW: Me? No, we. I mean, us. (points to Anya) Uh, her. It's very 
complex. 
ANYA: Well, we can stop him. Willow, do the spell. 

Willow opens her book to read. 
WILLOW: Uh, let the conjuring be- 

Olaf suddenly stops drinking and looks over at them. 
OLAF: Stop! 

They all look up at him. He growls. 

WILLOW: Nobody lets me finish! 
OLAF: You ... told the witch to do that, Anyanka. (Anya looks 
alarmed) You seem determined to put an end to all my fun. Just like 
you always did when we were dating! 

Buffy, Tara, and Willow stare at Anya. 
Spike stares at Anya. 
Xander frowns. 

ANYA: Uh, um... 
XANDER: You dated him? 
BUFFY: You dated a troll? 
WILLOW: And we're what, surprised by this? 
ANYA: Well, he wasn't a troll then! You know, he was just a big dumb 
guy, and ... well, you know, he cheated on me and I made him into a 
troll, which by the way is... (embarrassed) how I got the ... job as 
a vengeance demon. 

Olaf roars angrily and smashes the countertop with his hammer. 
Patrons scream and run away. 

OLAF: I did not cheat! Not in my heart. It was only one wench! I, I 
had had a great deal of mead! Next thing I know, I'm a troll! Ohh ... 
ohh ... you did this, Anyanka. You will die for this. 
XANDER: But, but, you seem to enjoy the, the being a troll. 
OLAF: (shrugs) I adjusted. And then what happened? Witches. (Willow 
looks offended) Filthy, dirty, disgusting witches. They trapped me. I 
was imprisoned in that crystal for centuries. Ohh, a curse on all 
witches! All must die! 
BUFFY: (to Willow) Willow, again. 
WILLOW: Uh, uh, (looks at book) Let the conjuring be undone. Return 
the beast to native form. 

OLAF: comes toward them) Witch, you must stop! 
WILLOW: (quickly) Keep it far from us and ours as long as my voice 
shall sound. 

Olaf pauses, looks down at himself. Nothing happens. He begins to 
laugh. Willow flips pages frantically. 

OLAF: (laughs) It did not work! 
WILLOW: Okay, wait! Uh, "Let the conjuring-" 

Olaf lunges forward but Buffy kicks him in the chest. As she drives 
him back, kicking and punching, Spike follows right behind her. Buffy 
ducks a punch and Spike prepares to punch Olaf himself, but gets 
caught by a swinging arm and goes flying aside. 

Buffy seizes Olaf and shoves him down on a pool table. They both 
grapple for his hammer. Olaf shoves Buffy and she goes flying 
backward into Spike, who had just gotten up. They both fall down 
again. Olaf gets up from the pool table and begins smashing the 
pillars that hold up the mezzanine level of the Bronze. People scream 
and run. 

Buffy is on the floor on top of Spike. She tries to get up and Spike 
acts like he's helping her, but actually he's hindering by clutching 
her around the waist. Finally she gets to her feet and rushes off. 
Spike watches her go with a smirk. 

Olaf continues smashing pillars as people run around screaming. 
Xander and Anya cower in a corner. Olaf smashes another pillar and 
the entire upper level of the Bronze comes crashing down, bringing 
people and tables with it. Buffy covers her head with her hands as 
the debris falls on her. Some of the people manage to cling to the 
railings, dangling in the air, but then they lose their grips and 
fall to the floor below. 

Blackout. 



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Act III 
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Fade back in on the Bronze. A large piece of wood is pinning Buffy 
down and she lifts it off her as Tara helps. Spike runs up and holds 
the thing out of the way so Buffy can get up. She rushes over to 
Willow, Xander, and Anya standing nearby. 

BUFFY: Where is he? 
WILLOW: Gone. 
BUFFY: Xander, follow him. (Xander nods) Anya, Willow, head back to 
the magic shop, find a spell that will actually stop him. 

The others leave. Buffy goes over to Tara who is trying to move some 
debris off a pair of injured people. Buffy helps clear the stuff away 
and they check on the victims. 

We see Spike crouching next to another injured woman. She has blood 
on her face. Spike puts something under her head for support. Buffy 
sees him and approaches. 

BUFFY: What are you doing? 
SPIKE: Making this woman more comfortable. (looks up at Buffy) I'm 
not sampling, I'll have you know. (looks around) Just look at all 
these lovely blood-covered people. I could, but not a taste for 
Spike, not a lick. Know you wouldn't like it. 
BUFFY: (amazed) You want credit for not feeding on bleeding disaster 
victims? 
SPIKE: Well, yeah. 
BUFFY: You're disgusting. (Walks away) 

Spike looks after her in disbelief. 
SPIKE: (to himself) What's it take? (sighs, continues helping the 
injured woman) 

Cut to: interior of the magic shop. Willow is looking at bookshelves. 
WILLOW: Hurry up! I'm taking everything on relocation spells, 
suspension spells, and, what the heck, spells to make him really 
sleepy, 'cause, slightly better. 

She takes some books and puts them on the table. Anya approaches from 
the counter, her arms full of supplies. 

ANYA: In case we need 'em, I'm getting more of all the things you 
stole. 
WILLOW: I didn't - why do you do that? 
ANYA: What? (Goes back to the counter for more stuff) 
WILLOW: You're so rude! I mean, sure, at first, ex-demon, doesn't 
know the rules. Well, you been here forever. Learn the rules. 
ANYA: (putting more stuff on table) Rules are stupid. 
WILLOW: Great, whatever. (they both sit down and open books) I just 
thought you might be interested in learning to act more human. Some 
of us enjoy it. Oh, look for, uh, spells with dimensional portals 
too. 
ANYA: I *am* a human. And there are ... many humans who are stranger 
than me. 
WILLOW: Uh-huh, but, unless I'm really wrong about crazy Larry down 
at the bus stop, he's probably not gonna turn Xander into a troll. 
ANYA: Well, now, that's a very complicated proced... (pauses) Oh. You 
think I'm gonna hurt Xander? I would *never* hurt Xander! (Willow 
looks skeptical) You really think I would do that! 
WILLOW: Anya, it's what you do. You spent what, a thousand years 
hurting men? You got your "thousand years of hurting men" gold watch. 
ANYA: I was a demon then, and, and I don't even have any powers now! 
Is this the spell? (holds a book up) 
WILLOW: (looks) Only if you want him to double in size, and grow 
extra arms, which ... let's not. A-and by the way, you weren't a 
demon when you turned Olaf into Lord of the Hammers. You managed 
that. (Anya continues looking at the book) Also, there's ... other 
ways to hurt Xander. 
ANYA: I don't do magic now. You're the one with that kind of power. 
In fact, D'Hoffryn offered you my old job. You're closer to being a 
vengeance demon than I am, maybe Xander should be afraid of you. 
WILLOW: Xander's my best friend! 
ANYA: Oh, and you don't want anyone else to have him. I know what 
broke up him and Cordelia, you know. It was you! And your lips! 
WILLOW: No it was not! Well, yes it was so, but ... that was a long 
time ago. Do you think I'd do that again? 
ANYA: Why not? 
WILLOW: Well, hello, gay now. 
ANYA: But you're always doing everything you can to, to point out how 
much I'm an outsider. You've known him since you were squalling 
infants together. You'll always know him better than I do. You could 
sweep in and, and poison his mind against me. 
WILLOW: You're insane! I am not gonna take him away and I am not 
gonna hurt him. 
ANYA: Well, I'm not either! 

Suddenly the door crashes inward as Olaf smashes it with his hammer. 
Willow and Anya jump up as he storms in, walking over the debris 
covering the floor. 

OLAF: Aha! 

He walks up to them. Anya thrusts Willow behind her and they clutch 
each other. 

OLAF: I knew it. You two, performing more spells. I could be out 
pillaging, devouring babies, making merry with the local virgins, but 
instead, I had to come all the way back here to kill you. 
WILLOW: Run! 

They try to run away but Olaf grabs them with one arm around each of 
their waists. They scream. He throws them both over the counter and 
they crash into the merchandise shelves behind the counter. Olaf 
lifts his hammer and chuckles. 

Xander runs in. 

XANDER: No, get away from them! 

OLAF: (turns to laugh at Xander) I will get away from them, after I 
kill them. 
XANDER: You are not touching these women. 

Xander runs at Olaf, who simply holds out his hammer. Xander runs 
into it and falls down, wincing. Olaf picks him up by the front of 
his shirt. Xander hits Olaf across the face. Olaf hits Xander in the 
face with the hammer and Xander flies across the room, smashes into a 
wall. He gets up. Olaf watches him. 

OLAF: Ah, you wish for more? Admirable! 

Xander runs forward and punches Olaf. He lifts his arm to punch again 
but Olaf grabs his arm with one hand, uses the other hand to hit 
Xander in the head with his hammer. Xander goes down. Olaf reaches 
down and grabs the back of Xander's jacket and slides Xander across 
the floor. He crashes into another display case, gets to his feet 
again as Olaf laughs. 

Xander stumbles over to the stairs and climbs halfway up. He launches 
himself off the stairs at Olaf, who catches him in midair and slams 
him to the floor. Xander has blood on his forehead and mouth. Olaf 
laughs again. 

OLAF: You fight well, although you are a tiny man. (lifts Xander to 
his feet) I shall reward you. Only one of your women shall die, (shot 
of Anya and Willow still lying on the floor) and you shall be the one 
to choose. 

Zoom in on Xander looking surprised. Blackout. 



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Act IV 
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Fade back in on the magic shop. Willow and Anya sit up. 
WILLOW: Did he just say-
OLAF: Ha ha. Choose! (gestures at them with one arm, the other arm 
around Xander's shoulders) Anyanka or the witch. One of your women 
must die. 

The girls get to their feet as Xander shakes his head. 

XANDER: No. You are one crazy troll, I ... I'm not choosing between 
my girlfriend and my best friend. That's insane troll logic. 
ANYA: Go Xander. I love you. 
OLAF: (laughs, shakes Xander by the shoulders) Good for you. You are 
a loyal man. 

Olaf takes Xander by the wrist and breaks it. We hear the bone snap. 
The girls scream. Xander doubles over in pain. 

WILLOW: Xander! 
OLAF: Now. Choose! 
ANYA: Olaf, no! 
XANDER: (still bending over in pain) I'm not choosing. 
OLAF: Then you shall be the one who dies. (Lifts his hammer with one 
hand, holds Xander by the hair with the other) 
ANYA: (rushes forward) No! (Olaf looks at her) Choose me! Just don't 
take him! Don't take Xander! 

Willow moves up behind Anya and throws a handful of powder at Olaf. 
WILLOW: E conspectu abeat monstrum (translation: "let the monster be 
gone from sight"). (The cash register disappears) Damn. 

Buffy and Tara run in. 

ANYA: Buffy! 
WILLOW: Tara, stay back! 

Buffy rushes forward. Olaf drops Xander and turns to face her. She 
hits him in the stomach. 

ANYA: Buffy, the hammer! The strength's in the hammer! 

Olaf swings the hammer at Buffy. She ducks, hits him again. He hits 
her with the hammer and she lands on some debris. Olaf lunges toward 
her. 

Willow begins mixing more ingredients. 
ANYA: How can I help? 
WILLOW: Uh, distract him from Buffy, (shot of Buffy and Olaf 
grappling over the hammer again) uh, piss him off. 
ANYA: I don't know how. 
WILLOW: Anya, I have faith in you. There is no one you cannot piss 
off. 

Anya smiles proudly, rushes out from behind the counter. 

Shot of Buffy and Olaf exchanging blows. 
ANYA: Hey Olaf! You're as inadequate a troll as you were a boyfriend! 

Olaf looks over at her with an angry grunt. Buffy lands another blow. 

Anya looks back at Willow, who gives her the thumbs-up. Anya looks 
back at Olaf. 

ANYA: Uh, y-you're hairy, and unattractive, and even women trolls are 
put off by your various odors. 

WILLOW: (muttering) Instrumentum ultionis, telum fabuloso, surge, 
surge, terram pro voca. (translation: "Instrument of revenge, fabled 
weapon, arise, arise," ??) 

Olaf's hammer glows green for a moment. He lifts Buffy by the throat. 

ANYA: Your menacing stance is merely alarming! 

Olaf hits Buffy in the upper arm with his hammer and flings her aside 
to land against a wall. 

ANYA: And your roar is less than full-throated! 

OLAF: Desist! (stomps toward Anya) My god, woman, it's been a 
thousand years, and yet you are as aggravating and emasculating as 
ever you were. 

He swings the hammer at Anya. She ducks. 

WILLOW: Vola cum viribus, dominum tuum nega. Vola! (translation: "I 
wish with all men, that god will deny you.") 

Olaf's hammer glows green again and flies out of his hand as he tries 
to swing it at Anya. It lands on the floor and stops glowing. Olaf 
stares at his hands. Buffy gets up. Anya goes over to Willow. 

ANYA: Hey, good job. 
WILLOW: You too, very irritating. 
BUFFY: (confronting Olaf) So. Your power's in your hammer? 

She rushes at him. He backhands her and she flies across the room 
again, landing next to Xander. 

ANYA: (calls to Buffy) Oh, yeah! I forgot he still has all that troll 
strength. 

Buffy gets up, helps Xander up. 

OLAF: You shall all die! I will dispense no mercy now! 

Buffy punches him in the face, then again, then a third time. She 
grabs his arm and twists it up behind his back. He grunts loudly and 
throws her off. She lands on the floor again. 

OLAF: What are you fighting for, minuscule blonde one? Your friends? 
(gestures to Anya comforting Xander) These two? (chuckles) They will 
never last. (Buffy's lower lip begins to tremble) Anyanka is very 
difficult to live with, and he... (we see Willow and Anya both 
comforting Xander) he's ludicrous and far too breakable. Their love 
will never last. 

Buffy looks on the verge of tears. She gives a sad little whimper. 
Then she jumps to her feet, flips over Olaf's head. He bends over and 
she flips herself across his back, spins and kicks him in the chest. 

Shot of Willow, Xander, and Anya watching as Buffy drives Olaf across 
the room. 
WILLOW: She's got him now. 
Anya nods, then turns her attention to Xander's broken wrist. 
ANYA: Poor baby. 

They all watch Buffy driving Olaf back in the other direction. 

XANDER: You really dated him? 
ANYA: (grimaces) Yes. 
XANDER: But you like me better, right? 
ANYA: (smiles) Yes! Oh, and Willow likes you too, but not in a sexy 
way, you know, 'cause she's gay. (Willow smiles at Xander) And she's 
not gonna try to break us up, so, you know, it's all okay. 

They all turn to look at the fighting again. 

BUFFY: (OS) Their love... (punching noise, Olaf grunts) will last ... 
(punch, grunt) forever! (punch, sound of Olaf falling to the floor) 

Shot of Olaf lying unconscious on the floor. 

Shot of Willow looking down at him. 
WILLOW: Let the transposition be complete. 

Olaf dissolves into nothing and disappears. Willow smiles hugely. 
Shot of Tara watching. 
BUFFY: (OS) Where did you send him? 
ANYA: (OS) The land of the trolls. 

We see them all standing around in the magic shop. 

ANYA: He'll like it there. Full of trolls. 
WILLOW: It's hard to be precise, though. Alternate universes don't 
stay put. Trying to send him to a specific place is sort of like ... 
like ... trying to hit a ... puppy, by throwing a live bee at it. 
(They all look at her) Which is a weird image, and you should all 
just forget it. 
ANYA: It's possible that he's in the land of perpetual Wednesday ... 
or the crazy melty land ... or, you know, the world without shrimp. 
TARA: There's a world without shrimp? (Willow looks at her) I'm 
allergic. 
WILLOW: He, he's probably in troll land. 
BUFFY: I only care that he's not here, and I got this nifty souvenir. 

She turns and puts Olaf's hammer on the countertop. After a moment, 
the glass breaks and the hammer, plus everything else on the counter, 
falls into the display case below with a loud crashing noise. 
BUFFY: Oops. 
XANDER: The place is trashed enough anyway. 
BUFFY: Well, see how well things worked out? (looks fondly at Anya 
and Xander) And look at you guys. So good and alive and together. 
(starts to tear up again) So together, and ... good, and ... alive... 
(sniffles, turns to grab a tissue) Oh, god... (crying) I'm ... I'm 
just so happy for you... 

She bursts into tears and buries her face in the tissue as the others 
stare. 

Cut to: Buffy and Giles sitting at the table in the Summers dining 
room. 
GILES: I cringe to think what the place would have looked like if I'd 
been away for longer than three days. 
BUFFY: Well, maybe we would have had time to clean it up. You know, 
if Willow used some magicks to help. 
GILES: Yes, 'cause nothing could possibly go wrong with that. 

Joyce enters with a tray holding a teapot and several mugs. 

JOYCE: Rupert, I still don't understand - (Giles gets up and takes 
the tray) oh, thank you - why the other Watchers made you go all the 
way to England when they don't know anything. 

She and Giles sit down on either side of Buffy. 

GILES: (passing out mugs) Well, they don't know it ... yet. I mean, 
they have no record of, of Glory or anyone like her, but, uh, based 
on the information that I've given them, they're gonna look into it. 
Um, they might have something soon. 
BUFFY: What about the key? Were they all over it? 
GILES: (warily) Yes. (to Joyce) You, you know all of this? 
JOYCE: I got some of it myself, Buffy told me the rest. 
GILES: (pouring tea) Well, they're interested, certainly, and, uh, 
full of theories. (Sits back, lifting his cup) Most of them ... 
nonsensical. 

The camera pans past Giles into the hallway. We see Dawn coming down 
the stairs, stopping when she hears voices. 

BUFFY: (OS) They don't know that it's Dawn. 
GILES: (OS) No. 

Cut back to dining room. 
JOYCE: I still can't begin to grasp this. I mean, she's my little 
girl, I... 

Cut back to Dawn on the stairs listening. 
GILES: (OS) It is disorienting. 
BUFFY: (OS) Giles, what happens if they figure it out? What would 
they do? 
GILES: (OS) I don't know. 
Dawn frowns. 

Cut back to dining room. 
JOYCE: Oh, I can't even think about this. It's too ... I'll get some 
more milk. 

Cut back to Dawn looking upset. 

And cut to Willow, in bed, looking across the room at Tara. She 
thinks of the dreams she's had the last two nights?of herself
and 
Buffy?those handcuffs?could she be??she can't even
finish the 
sentence, not even just in her head.