buffy8x05
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TEASER
FADE IN:
1 INT. LIBRARY - NIGHT 1
Stain-glass windows showcase the light of a glowing moon.
It's like we're in the library of Sunnydale High, only many
times more gothic and atmospheric.
ANDREW sits at the table. Sleeves rolled up and sporting
glasses. He looks cautiously into a thick medieval book.
Strangely, he could pass for a 20-something Giles.
WOMAN'S VOICE (O.S.)
Andrew...
Andrew's eyes shift uneasily.
ANDREW
(pseudo-English)
Yes? Who's there?
Something STIRS from behind, somewhere within the rows and
rows of books. Andrew rises quickly, removing his glasses as
he does so.
ANDREW (CONT'D) (cont'd)
No games. Show yourself!
A book TUMBLES from the shelf. Andrew quickly crosses the
room and picks it up. Looks at it.
A hardback copy. The text on the cover reads: "THE COMPLETE
SAGA. STAR WARS EPISODES I - IX!"
Andrew begins to grieve.
ANDREW (cont'd)
What monster would do such a thing?
WOMAN'S VOICE (O.S.)
Andy...
Andrew looks to the front counter. Standing there, bathed in
a ghostly light, is WILLOW.
Her clothing is skin tight -- the bits that actually cover
flesh, that is.
ANDREW
W - Willow?
Andrew drops the book. Almost in a trance, he moves towards
Willow, who meets him at the center table. She brings her
hands to his shirt collar and rips it open.
Lovingly caresses his (impossibly) built chest. He chuckles
nervously. Too stunned for words. Willow leans in and kisses
his cheek.
WILLOW
Andy, remember that time I was a
little bitty bit mad at you?
ANDREW
When Warren tried to kill your
girlfriend? Or just the part where
you tried to skin me and Jonathan
alive?
WILLOW
That was just a cover for my
undying urge for you, Andy.
ANDREW
What!?
WILLOW
I have to tell you how I really
feel...
Suddenly, Willow grabs Andrew by the shirt and tosses him
onto the table. She quickly moves onto it herself and
straddles the boy.
WILLOW (cont'd)
I've fallen for you. Hard.
ANYA (O.S.)
Back off, witch!
We FOLLOW a shadow falling across the wall, Willow looking on
in... anticipation?
Anya emerges from the darkness of the books. Dressed in a
tight red dress, looking as heavenly and divine as Princess
Layla herself.
ANDREW
(gulps)
Anya...?
ANYA
It's me, Andrew. All of me.
His expression makes it obvious that he can see just about
all of her.
ANDREW
Uh... I think Willow's gone crazy!
ANYA
Why, cos she craves you?
ANDREW
(thinks)
Um... uh huh!
ANYA
Then take me in with kinky
handcuffs, cos I'm a big loon.
She starts towards him, Willow leering at her.
ANYA (cont'd)
You should think better of
yourself, precious.
Andrew stares at her, stunned -- Willow shoots out and
TACKLES Anya, only to go straight through her. Pausing for
only a moment, Willow's eyes go black as she chants in some
ancient tongue.
Thundering storm clouds appear over the gorgeous women...
Andrew watches on. Should he stop it? Something catches his
attention at the front desk --
XANDER enters. Greased up and shirtless after a long day of
work in the construction yard. He approaches. Doesn't seem to
notice Willow or Anya.
The witch tries fruitlessly to stab incorporeal Anya with a
knife. Xander kneels before Andrew, perfectly calm.
XANDER
(echoes)
Andrew, are you coming? Andrew?
Guys, I don't think he's coming...
Come on, man!
ANDREW
I'm trying to! It doesn't work that
way!
Andrew's eyes are closed, wincing. Extremely tight. We PULL
BACK to reveal a broad smile stretching across his face.
XANDER (V.O.)
Andrew! Andrew!
CUT TO:
2 INT. SUMMERS RESIDENCE - LOUNGE - DAY 2
Andrew, the same expression, is sleeping in the armchair.
Xander stands over him, dressed for work and very annoyed.
DAWN watches from the sofa, wrapped in a blanket.
Very suddenly, Andrew springs awake. Much like a terrified
animal.
ANDREW
What?!?
XANDER
Are you coming or not?
ANDREW
I was!
(quickly)
I mean... could you repeat the
question?
BLACK OUT.
END OF TEASER
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
3 INT. CHARLESTON & SMITHE - BUFFY'S OFFICE - DAY 3
BUFFY sits at her desk in the larger than life office. Large
black and white paintings hang from the walls, as well as
various framed certificates, presumably delivered by Giles.
The counselor stretches. Spins on her wheeled chair, trying
to gaze out the massive window just behind her desk. She
peers down, taking a look at the sidewalk fifteen levels
beneath her --
There's a KNOCK at the door. Buffy quickly spins round to
face the door. Spooked.
BUFFY
Come in.
The knob TURNS and the door opens to reveal JOSH McDOUGALL, a
good looking guy just a year younger than Buffy. He carries
in a few folders and brings them to her desk.
JOSH
Afternoon, Ms. Summers. You're
looking as good as always.
BUFFY
Uh, thanks.
JOSH
Since you were late today, we've
had to push back a few patients --
BUFFY
(interrupting)
Yeah, about that. You see, there
was this whole thing with the
walking and the... well there was a
dog...
JOSH
I'm your P.A, Ms. Summers, not your
boss.
Buffy raises her eyebrows at this. Then looks through the
folders as JAMES HANSON enters.
HANSON
Ms. Summers.
JOSH
(to Buffy)
That would be your boss.
He takes a few documents from a tray on the desk and moves to
the door, giving Hanson a nod on the way out. The door closes
as Hanson takes a seat opposite Buffy, who is nervously
smiling.
BUFFY
Hey. Hi... Sir. Mr. Hanson.
HANSON
Call me James. Everybody else does.
Except for the P.A's.
BUFFY
Okay...
(tries it on)
James.
HANSON
I wanted to come down here and
personally see to it that your
first day at Charleston & Smithe is
as productive as it can be.
BUFFY
Right. Yes. It is very... you know,
with the productiveness...
HANSON
Ms. Summers, you were late today.
But under the circumstances I'm
willing to let it slip.
BUFFY
Circumstances?
HANSON
Sadly, I've had to fire a member of
the team.
BUFFY
(sympathizing)
Were they a slacker?
HANSON
No, he ate too much in the
cafeteria.
(off her look)
Which means, we have had to
rearrange some patients, and one
very special case has been assigned
to you.
Buffy is intrigued, proudly sitting back in her chair. A
confident smile forms on her face.
That is, until -- leaning too far back -- she almost tips
over with the chair. She quickly regains herself.
BUFFY
So, who is this patient?
HANSON
Her name is Gladys Combs. I'm sure
you'll come to like her very well.
(beat)
I really must be going. Be sure to
keep me posted.
He stands, heading to the door. Stops and looks over one of
the certificates on the wall and nods in approval.
BUFFY
Okay. Thanks.
He exits, almost SLAMMING the door behind him. Buffy takes a
deep breath and crosses her arms behind her head, turning
round in the chair until --
Anya passes straight through the wall. Buffy almost falls out
the chair.
BUFFY (cont'd)
Anya --
ANYA
This place is amazing. It's like an
organized mental institution.
BUFFY
What are you doing here at my place
of business? Shouldn't you be off
somewhere floating or... rattling
chains.
ANYA
Hey, I don't do that!
(thinks)
I can't even pick up chains.
She heads to the window and looks through it, right down to
the city streets. Anya steps back, a little cautious, then
back to Buffy, looking very unimpressed.
ANYA (cont'd)
Oh yes. I got sent here to tell you
something. I had to come since I'm
the only one who can cross the road
without being killed. Damn city
traffic.
BUFFY
(impatient)
Anya, what?
ANYA
Right. Dawn's dying.
Buffy jumps to her feet immediately, Slayer instincts taking
over.
BUFFY
(shouts)
What?
ANYA
Well, that's what she said when she
was lying on the sofa. But she
didn't say "Dawn's dying" of course
cos only loons speak of themselves
in third person.
(beat)
It'd be like me saying, "Anya is
very giddy at the thought of sex,"
and that's funny because I'm Anya
and --
BUFFY
Anya, what the hell?
Anya rolls her eyes and moves to the wall, admiring one of
the paintings.
ANYA
Dawn's mildly sick and I'm bored.
Being a ghost isn't as fun as you'd
think.
BUFFY
I'm sure Dawn's fine. Now get out
before someone sees you.
ANYA
Fine.
(beat)
You know where the men's changing
room is?
Buffy shoots her a "get out before I scream" look. Anya
shrugs and heads towards the door.
ANYA
Okay, okay. I'll find it myself!
CUT TO:
4 INT. WILLOW & KENNEDY'S APARTMENT - LOUNGE - NIGHT 4
Willow sits on the sofa reading a book. The TV covers the
background noise as Kennedy wanders in, phone in hand. CLICK!
She hangs it up and turns to Willow.
KENNEDY
Working sucks.
WILLOW
(what?)
Okay.
KENNEDY
I've been called in this morning.
They wouldn't take no for an
answer.
(beat)
You gonna be okay on your own?
WILLOW
I won't be. Xander's coming over to
watch some movies. Translation:
"Apocalypse Now"-fest.
KENNEDY
Xander's coming over again?
WILLOW
Is that a bad?
KENNEDY
No, no. It's good that... it's
just... we've had this place a week
but we've only spent two nights
alone together. Kinda defeats the
purpose.
Kennedy moves to the sofa and sits, Willow turning to her.
WILLOW
I know. But Xander's my friend.
He's my Snoopy Dance friend and
yellow crayon breaking...
(quickly)
I think he just needs some space
from the house. You know, since
Anya came back. He's a little
confused.
KENNEDY
That's great. It's good that you're
there for him. That you can... look
at him and know he's your friend.
A beat.
KENNEDY (cont'd)
Like Anya.
WILLOW
What?
Kennedy hesitates for a moment. Should she get into this? She
does.
KENNEDY
It's just that, when Anya first
appeared in that -- whatever that
was, you knew it was her.
WILLOW
We all did.
KENNEDY
No. Andrew told me. He said she was
the First and you knew it wasn't.
You looked into her and could see
who she was.
WILLOW
(unsure)
Yeah, I guess.
KENNEDY
But when that shape shifter took my
form you didn't. You didn't see me.
Willow finally gets it.
WILLOW
Kennedy, that was a totally
different... you can't compare
that.
(beat)
I knew it was you. Kennedy glares
at her.
WILLOW
Okay, when you killed it, I knew it
was you but I would have gotten
there. I was confused and let's not
forget the random beatings I had
taken which, by the way, hurt like
hell.
Kennedy stands, nodding. She doesn't really accept that as an
explanation and Willow knows this, following her lead and
standing.
KENNEDY
It's cool. Will, you couldn't have
known for sure. Let's just drop it,
okay?
WILLOW
No. Kennedy, you're hurt.
KENNEDY
I'm not. It's fine. I'm sorry, I
just... I always thought that if I
was lost you would find me. No big.
Willow looks shocked and guilty.
WILLOW
I will always find you. Like a
pirate and his treasure. You're
mine.
(beat)
My compass just got a little wonky.
KENNEDY
I know. I mean, it's okay.
She grabs her coat from the hanger and pulls it on, heading
for the door.
WILLOW
Kennedy, don't go all "don't make
an issue out of it." This is an
issue. You think I don't care.
KENNEDY
It's not that.
She hesitates, then steps closer.
KENNEDY (cont'd)
Willow... do you love me?
Silence for a beat. Willow starts to say something, but is
cut off as the PHONE RINGS. Kennedy quickly moves to the door
as Willow reaches for the loud object.
Willow looks back to see Kennedy's gone, then returns her
attention to the receiver.
CUT TO:
5 INT. XANDER'S CAR - DAY 5
Xander's hands are firmly on the steering wheel. He turns to
his right, seeing Andrew with his "think-face" on.
XANDER
What?
ANDREW
Nothing.
(beat)
It's just. I was thinking and
Buffy's a lot like Peter Parker.
XANDER
Andrew... what?
ANDREW
Well, okay, here it is. You see,
the superhero thing always got in
the way of Peter's romance. He was
doomed. And, I think Buffy is too.
She's like a mouse trap for bad,
evil relationships.
XANDER
You know, sometimes, I wonder what
goes on inside your head.
ANDREW
It's only an analogy.
The car rolls to a stop. Xander pulls up the handbrake.
XANDER
Okay, get out.
ANDREW
I didn't mean to offend you. No
reason to go all J-Lo.
XANDER
I'm not going all J-Lo.
He pauses for a moment, trying to see if Andrew will take the
hint. With his dumbfound expression, it's obvious he doesn't.
XANDER (cont'd)
(slowly)
Andrew, this is where I drop you
off.
Andrew looks out the window, almost as though he thinks
Xander is trying to fool him. But the "Peachy's" sign is
clearly visible.
ANDREW
Oh. Yeah. Look at that.
Andrew steps out of the car, though not soon enough for
Xander's tastes.
6 INT./EXT. XANDER'S CAR / PEACHY'S CAFE - DAY 6
Andrew stands outside the car, head peering through the open
window.
ANDREW
Hey, do you think Spike will come
back like Anya did or --
Without a response, Xander disengages the brake and pulls the
car away at great speeding, knocking Andrew back. He hits his
head. Quickly raises his hand to soothe the "wound."
ANDREW (cont'd)
(calls out)
See you at home!
Xander's already a speck in the distance. Andrew sighs, then
turns to the cafe. He heads to the front entrance but
something catches his eye.
He slowly moves down the side of the building into an
enclosed alley. He leans in closer --
An eerie neon-blue liquid drips from the side of the wall,
its thick form forming a small but noticeable puddle.
ANDREW (cont'd)
Cool...
His hands reaches out, a finger dangling close to the liquid.
With a gentle motion, his finger pushes into the blue form
and we --
SMASH CUT TO:
7 INT. CONFESSIONAL - DAY 7
Andrew sits in place, very still. He doesn't seem at all
confused as to how he entered the small box. He just turns to
see the shadowy figure of a PRIEST through the wooden mesh
"window" on the other side.
PRIEST
What brought you here, child?
ANDREW
Xander... I think.
PRIEST
No. What brought you here?
ANDREW
Um... my conscience?
PRIEST
Yes.
Andrew nods, smiling a little. Impressed with himself. He got
it right!
PRIEST (cont'd)
And why has your conscience done
that?
ANDREW
Well, I think it's because... um...
you see, there's...
(muffled)
I killed my best friend.
PRIEST
I'm sorry?
Andrew takes a moment, gathering himself.
ANDREW
Uh... I killed my best friend.
PRIEST
(suddenly)
My God, you murderer!
Andrew jumps back, completely shocked and disturbed by the
Priest's outburst. His face is full of sorrow -- obviously he
believes he didn't deserve it.
PRIEST (cont'd)
I mean...
(clears throat)
That's a... problem.
ANDREW
Yeah. It was a while ago, a long
time ago. And it wasn't even me. I
was possessed... like by this super
controlling primal evil that took
over all my bodily functions and...
He stops himself.
ANDREW (cont'd)
No. No more telling stories. Check.
PRIEST
Why did you do it?
ANDREW
(unsure)
Because... it was... see, I had
this friend who was killed by
someone and he was my friend...
mine.
His hand comes up to brush back his hair, sweat beginning to
form on his forehead. The pressure getting to him.
ANDREW (cont'd)
He was taken away but I know... I
know he deserved it.
PRIEST
No one deserves to be killed,
child. Andrew nods, not really
believing it.
ANDREW
I guess, when he came back to me, I
was really happy just to see him. I
think I knew deep down it wasn't
him but it was real enough. He told
me things, what we could become if
I just did one simple thing.
(beat)
Turns out that simple thing was to
kill Jonathan, my best friend. But
I didn't want to. Jonathan was the
sweetest guy and plus, I wasn't
good at the stabbing.
(beat)
But I still did it. I killed him on
the Hellmouth's Seal. Would have
brought forward a vicious Turok-Han
if Jonathan hadn't been so short.
But you know, he wasn't really,
really short. He was like a short
that's sweet and cool. Like
Tinkerbell. But he didn't have the-
PRIEST
Cut to the chase, Andrew.
ANDREW
Oh, sorry. Sometimes I do that when
I'm --
He stops, realizing.
ANDREW (cont'd)
Wait a minute, how do you know my
name?
PRIEST
Oh... uh... oops?
ANDREW
Oops?
The wall between Andrew and the Priest suddenly slides away.
All that is left is Andrew himself, and the Priest, who we
see for the first time -- It's JONATHAN! He may be in
uniform, but he's no priest.
ANDREW (cont'd)
(shocked)
J -- Jonathan?
A beat while it sinks in.
ANDREW (cont'd)
Hey, so you're like a priest now?
JONATHAN
Murderer!
Jonathan LUNGES for Andrew with a knife -- the very same
blade that Andrew used to kill his friend! Andrew holds up
his hands in defense. A SCREAM, then --
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