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39 INT. BUFFY'S FOYER/PORCH - CONTINUOUS 39
She opens the door to reveal Jackson standing there with
crowbar in hand.
JACKSON
You know how to take care of this,
right?
BUFFY
Take care of what?
JACKSON
Whatever it is you're fighting. I
know where they're gathering. I'm
going. You coming?
BUFFY
Uh... sure.
40 EXT. GRAVEYARD - NIGHT 40
Willis stands atop the robust mausoleum on the hill. The men
in black are arrayed around him amidst tombstones and the
holes they rose from. Thomas and Kyle stand at the back of
the group overseeing.
WILLIS
We have come far. Those who will
not hear us will feed our power.
Between their deaf ears shall be
our strength. His army will not
want. We come from all walks of
life, all times. He brings us here
for one purpose: to make His glory
our glory. To show us that His
power can be our power.
41 EXT. GRAVEYARD GATES - NIGHT 41
The Slayerettes converge. Dawn carries a huge duffel bag
packed with their stuff.
BUFFY
Jackson and I will go in and make
with the fisticuffs to get them to
group around us. Andrew's on
artillery.
When you hear the signal pump Anya
with the mojo and we'll knock 'em
dead, or, um, redead.
42 EXT. GRAVEYARD - NIGHT 42
Mist spins around the ankles of the Slayer. The ground makes
SOFT SUCKING SOUNDS as she marches in. Jackson keeps pace
behind her. They trudge up the same hill she did earlier.
She finds Willis sitting atop the robust mausoleum with his
pickax next to him. He appears to be alone now.
WILLIS
Interesting. I didn't expect a
blonde. Your redheaded friend ran
off so fast I didn't get a chance
to introduce myself. I'm Willis.
BUFFY
I'm Buffy. Hop on down. I think
it's time to bruise my knuckles
with your face.
JACKSON
My crowbar seconds that.
WILLIS
Sounds risky for me. Besides,
there's a nice breeze up here and
it allows me to survey the breadth
of my domain. You want to know the
wonderful thing about power?
(beat)
Not having to do the dirty work.
From one side of the mausoleum a man in black appears, broad
chested with a grimace. Another emerges from the other side,
smaller, sneering. More appear from behind larger
gravestones.
They charge. Jackson slams one in the face with his crowbar.
Buf throws one into two others. Sweeping roundhouse kicks
three more. Jackson checks two to the ground.
Andrew is just down the hill from where the battle has begun.
He's decked out in his cat burglar gear. He wears a utility
belt covered in bulging pouches.
ANDREW
Operation distract and signal to
commence.
(checking his pouches)
M-80s, firecracker strings, roman
candles, ooo sparklers.
He pulls out a Zippo. Finger snap lights it.
ANDREW (cont'd)
It's just you and me sweet flame of
loud noise.
He starts running up the hill giving out an astoundingly
girlish battlecry the whole way.
Back on the hilltop, Buffy and Jackson have been split up by
the horde of men in black. Jackson's holding his own with the
crowbar taking wide swings to thump as many as he can.
Buffy's grabs a mib by the arm, swings him, hurls him
knocking five more down. She leaps into a different group of
them. Her feet take out two as she comes in. A flurry of
punches as four more surround her.
A massive string of firecrackers lands in the middle of a
pack of six men in black. They look at it a moment. Then it
RATATATS off sending them reeling back.
ANDREW (cont'd)
Ah-ha, taste fourth of July fun!
He chucks a cherry bomb into another group of them.
43 EXT. GRAVEYARD WALL - CONTINUOUS 43
A distant BOOM of the fireworks.
XANDER
That's the signal.
Willows sit inside a circle of mystical purple dust laid out
on the sidewalk. Kennedy's got a crossbow out. Xander's got
his trusty baseball bat. Dawn kneels near another smaller
dust circle double checking everything in a large dusty tome.
DAWN
Okay, paint by number is paint by
done. Anya, you go in the smaller
circle over here.
Anya walks into place.
ANYA
Smaller is sometimes better.
XANDER
Hear, hear! Um, never mind.
WILLOW
Okay, interfering with the
concentration now.
KENNEDY
You two shut up. Willow, we got
your back.
Willow nods but she's definitely nervous. She takes a deep
breath. A brick lands on her head knocking her out cold.
Thomas stands on the outer wall holding a shovel. Four more
just exhumed men in black stand with him.
THOMAS
Sky's falling.
They jump down on the attack.
44 EXT. GRAVEYARD - NIGHT 44
Buffy's providing quality Slayer smackdown. But she's being
quickly overwhelmed and things are looking more desperate.
Mibs are being hurled left and right but more show up to take
their place.
Jackson slips in the mud and ass plants. He loses his crowbar
in a dirty puddle. Mibs converge on him. He kicks out with
his feet trying to keep them at bay.
Andrew's less charging in with fireworks as dropping them
behind himself trying to keep the mibs from grabbing him.
Willis slips down off the top of the mausoleum pickax in
hand.
The horde parts out of his way as he approaches Buffy. The
men in black break off her for a moment and he stands before
the Slayer.
WILLIS
Don't you adore graveyards? They're
so relaxing.
BUFFY
Until nimrods like you start poking
holes in the ground.
She charges. An mib's fist lashes out smashing her in the
face and breaking her attack. Willis swings the pickax for
our Buffster. She sucks her midriff in but not quite fast
enough.
A red trail gashes open across her stomach. She falls,
tumbling backwards down the hill. Men in black part letting
her roll past. A few yards down her back smashes into a
tombstone bringing her to an abrupt and painful halt.
Willis follows and a dozen or so of his army group in behind
him. Buffy clutches her wound breathing hard. Willis glowers
over the fallen Slayer.
WILLIS
So this is what you bring? You, a
Lamanite, and a boy who makes scary
noises. Really it's charming.
Willis swings his pickax for her head.
BLACK OUT.
END OF ACT THREE
ACT FOUR
FADE IN:
45 GRAVEYARD - NIGHT 45
Buffy head ticks and the pickax point pierces the tombstone.
It shatters and crumples.
WILLIS
(re: broken tombstone)
Whoever that was, they're nothing.
Dead, gone and unremembered. Is
that what you want to be? Buffy? I
can give you a second chance to be
resurrected. You can become part of
my power or you can be overwhelmed
by it.
Buffy lets out a coughing cackle, blood in her teeth.
BUFFY
Power? You think that's what you
have cause you got a bunch of brain
dead wannabes goose stepping your
line? That doesn't make you
powerful, it makes you a fraud in a
badly tailored suit.
WILLIS
Says the bleeding girl on the
ground.
BUFFY
Kill me. Do whatever you want. It
won't make you any less pathetic.
WILLIS
It will provide a nice sense of
closure.
He walks away.
WILLIS (cont'd)
Slurp out her skull. She's not
worth changing.
46 EXT. GRAVEYARD WALL - CONTINUOUS 46
Willow lies unconscious in what's left of the spell circle;
it's been pretty much trampled in purplely swirls. Xander
desperately blocks shovel swings from Thomas. One of the mibs
lies nearby, down and out.
Kennedy takes on the other three. Dawn puts herself between a
mib and Kennedy. It steps past her like she's not even there.
She kicks him in the shin.
He grabs his leg and looks around, oblivious. Anya shoots
through the battle, taking ineffectual swings at the bad guys
trying to distract them. Xander's being quickly knocked back
by the bulldozer Thomas.
XANDER
Kennedy, little help here!
Two mibs lunge for Kennedy. She ducks under their attacks and
swiftly reloads her crossbow. She shoots the third mib in the
chest. He stumbles back.
She drops the crossbow down, catching his neck between the
bow and string. A twist of the hip and she chucks him into
Thomas. Both of them tumble to the ground.
KENNEDY
That work.
XANDER
It'll do.
Xander kneels down by Willow, his back turned for a moment.
He brushes his hand across her cheek, shakes her a little.
Thomas chucks the mib off himself with ease. He uses his bulk
to check Kennedy to the ground. He steps past her, raises the
shovel over his head.
ANYA
Xander!
She whooshes forward and pushes Xander out of the way. The
shovel CLANGS on the ground after passing harmlessly through
her. Anya looks at her hands, stunned. She hurls punches at
Thomas.
He goes to block one but her fists pass through him. He
shrugs and walks right through her after Xander. Dawn clubs
him one with a little girlish punch slap. He's almost amused.
He pulls his fist back to wham her. Kennedy sweeps his feet
out from under him.
But the other three mibs are back up and surround her. One
pulls the crossbow bolt from his chest. Slashes at her.
Willow's head lolls, groggy but coming too.
WILLOW
May nothing beyond our coil pass my
mortal sight.
Her eyes swim with divine light. Anya fades from view. The
men in black engaging them drop to the ground. Their limbs
flail like fish out of water.
Thomas props himself back to a stand with his shovel, sees
Willow.
He makes a wide arc with the shovel swinging straight for her
head. Kennedy catches it dead with her Slayer strength.
Willow staggers a bit.
WILLOW (cont'd)
I can't hold this for long.
KENNEDY
Just enough for me to kick this
punk's ass.
She drives her elbow into Thomas' sternum. She yanks the
shovel from his grip, snaps it in two over her knee. Proceeds
to beat the stinking tar out of him with her new found two
weapon combo.
Xander grabs hold of Willow and keeps her on her feet.
WILLOW
Get me out of here, Xander!
Xander hefts Willow over his shoulder. Dawn picks up her big
tome from the ground. They huff it for the graveyard gates.
Kennedy chucks the two shovel pieces away by the battered
Thomas. Runs after them.
Anya blinks back into existence. The mibs start getting back
up around her.
ANYA
Typical, always leave the dead
people behind.
She walks right through the graveyard wall.
47 EXT. GRAVEYARD - CONTINUOUS 47
Andrew's being edged back by mibs. He's out of ammo.
ANDREW
Nice Mormons. Think of those
fireworks as a practical joke. A
fiesta of fun to liven up your day.
No harm. I mean you guys can just
reattach some of your fingers
right?
One of them grabs Andrew by the collar.
Jackson has managed to get back up and even has his crowbar a
swinging again. He looks pretty torn up though. He slams a
mib across the face. Swings the other way. Sparks fly as the
bar deflects off Willis' pickax blade. They circle each
other.
WILLIS
So, Lamanite.
JACKSON
Where's Buffy?
WILLIS
The girl with the silly name is
dead. Or well on her way anyway.
JACKSON
I'll kill you.
WILLIS
Your valiant. It's really kind of
cute. I could use someone like you.
Spread the proper word far and wide
and silence the nay-sayers who
won't believe. I am his form
incarnate.
JACKSON
You think this is what Jesus was?
WILLIS
Jesus resurrected himself to show
God's power and offer humanity a
second chance. I resurrect humanity
and give them that second chance
directly.
JACKSON
They're shells filled with your
hate. Jesus preached love.
WILLIS
How wonderfully Hallmark. He
preached power. Love and suffering
were his means. Rome knew this, the
Jews knew this. That's why they
crucified him. But Jesus won and
was remembered. I'm about to do the
same.
We're back with Xander as he sets Willow back down. The spell
folks have grouped well into the graveyard near the bottom of
the hill. Dawn's madly flipping through the book she has.
DAWN
Another spell. Find the page,
little mojo. Gotta be something.
WILLOW
There's another way.
Everyone perks up at this.
WILLOW (cont'd)
I learned about soul binding when I
drained the Magic Box. Way's in
which it can be done, what it
costs. Dawnie found the friendliest
way to send them back. But there
are other, less cozy methods.
XANDER
I hate to say it Will, but we're
kind of at Defcon one here and the
finger's definitely on the button.
ANYA
I wonder if we lose and you all
become ghosts if we'll be able to
touch each other.
Willow puts her hand on Kennedy's shoulder.
WILLOW
You should help Buffy.
KENNEDY
I need to stay with you.
WILLOW
Case you haven't seen, it's three
against a gazillion up there.
Xander and Dawn have my back.
Kennedy nods. Gives Willow a quick kiss on the cheek and
dashes off. Willow turns to Xander, her jaw tense.
WILLOW (cont'd)
Evil Arthur's generalling the army,
but his Merlin's hiding somewhere
nearby. I can feel it. We find him
and I can make it stop.
Back with Andrew, and a group of mibs have grabbed and lifted
him into the air.
ANDREW
Careful with the hands!
Kennedy slams into the mibs with the mother of all flying
kicks. They flail at the impact and Andrew's dropped free.
KENNEDY
Where's Buffy?
ANDREW
(points in a seemingly
random direction)
Over there maybe?
Kennedy runs off. The men in black she slammed down are
already getting back up.
From above, a horde of dark suits and grabbing hands. Amidst
them a wisp of blonde hair. We drop down into the melee.
Buffy slams her palm into the back of a mib's elbow making
him painfully double jointed. She twists him and drives her
knee low at his waist.
With a sickening CRACK his spine gives. She tosses him aside.
She's hunched on a pile of mib bodies, a dozen so far. Some
of them still twitch under her, most of their limbs broken
and useless.
Kennedy hammers through the crowd with the crossbow. Makes it
to Buffy. Sees the impressively large pile of carnage.
KENNEDY
Wow!
Buffy slides down the pile.
BUFFY
Kind of makes it a shame they
didn't have girls' varsity
wrestling.
They go back to back surrounded. Amongst various punches,
parries and lunges:
BUFFY (cont'd)
Not that I'm not pleased as punch
to see ya. But I expected someone a
little deader.
KENNEDY
We kinda hit some static.
BUFFY
Lovely.
KENNEDY
Yeah, I thought it was a hoot too.
BUFFY
We have a plan B then?
KENNEDY
They're working on it.
BUFFY
Well, as long as we're on the verge
of being overwhelmed by a army of
the dead they should take their
time.
Kyle peeks out from behind a grave, watching the hilltop.
XANDER (O.S.)
So...
He whips around at the sound of Xander's voice.
XANDER (cont'd)
Would this be considered a box seat
or general assembly?
KYLE
Um, yeah, you see, I was walking by
and then you know I got lost and-
XANDER
Stow it.
He pops Kyle in the gut with the tip of the bat. Kyle drops
to his knees gurgling. Xander kicks him in the face, knocking
him onto his back.
Dawn goes to his arms and sits on his hands, pinning them.
Xander grabs his legs. Willow gazes down at his prostrate
form. She appears solemn but determined.
WILLOW
I'm sorry. This'll kind of hurt.
KYLE
Hurt not good.
WILLOW
Shoulda thought of that before a
raised a zombie army don't ya
think?
He struggles but Dawn and Xander have him pinned well.
ANYA
Naughty boys get punished.
Willow kneels down at his chest.
XANDER
Like you said Will, we got your
back. No matter what.
She nods. Holds up her hand. Waves of heat move across it and
then it glows like molten metal. The roots of her hair darken
but the tips remain Willow red.
WILLOW
From the chest of the army's
creator I draw a bone.
Buffy and Kennedy are still surrounded. Kyle's BLOOD CURDLING
SCREAM echoes through the battle.
The fight goes on pause for a moment, the mibs looking
around. They part and Willis steps in. He chucks a battered
Jackson at their feet.
WILLIS
You forgot your erstwhile friend.
Drives a hard bargain, hard to
persuade.
Buffy helps Jackson up.
JACKSON
He didn't seem to like "Get bent"
as an answer.
BUFFY
Bad guys are picky that way.
Back with Kyle, his suit jacket and shirt are burned through.
A bright pink scar adorns his chest just above his stomach.
He's unconscious but breathing steady.
Willow's hair is back to normal. She holds what looks like a
rib in her hand. One side of it has a particularly nasty
serrated edge. She goes to Anya.
WILLOW
A soul fragment inside will let you
hold the dagger. You'll see what I
saw. Cut the chords he uses to bind
them and they'll be free to go or
stay as they please.
Anya takes the ribknife from Willow.
ANYA
Neat.
She tears off up the hill.
XANDER
What do we do with this evil
missionary?
WILLOW
He paid his price. Dawn's checking
out Kyle's grody scar.
DAWN
Plus a healthy portion of interest.
Willow staggers a bit.
XANDER
Willow, are you...?
WILLOW
Pfft, I'm totally fine. She faints.
Anya reaches the hilltop. She holds the knife in front of her
and passes near a group of baddies who have Andrew hefted
into the air. The knife jerks in her hand a few times when
she runs by them.
The glamour broken, most of the group crumples to the ground,
a murder of decayed bodies. Andrew now lies on top of a pile
of maggot infested ick.
ANDREW
(pinches his nose)
Ewwww, dead people stink.
A couple remain standing, rotting and wholly gruesome but
still animated. One of the zombies looks at his hand, watches
the bones move through holes in his leathery skin. He looks
at the other zombie.
ZOMBIE
(loud rasping whisper)
I'm FREE!
Willis stands inside the tight ring of men in black who have
our three heroes surrounded. Holding the knife above her head
Anya whooshes through the outer ring into the circle.
BUFFY
Anya, finally!
ANYA
Blame Willow.
KENNEDY
Hey! Screwing up was a group
effort.
ANYA
Whatever.
WILLIS
Excuse me, miss. I'm about to kill
them. So if you don't mind.
Anya grimaces when she looks at Willis.
ANYA
Willow was right, that is not a
face to woo the women.
WILLIS
Fine, I'll just have to kill you
too.
ANYA
Sorry, first evil already did that.
But I do have another neat trick
for you.
She swipes the knife the knife one way. A section of the
circle collapses with only a few still standing.
ANYA (cont'd)
And they all...
Swipes it another way. More fall, again a couple remain up.
ANYA (cont'd)
...fall down.
She does a little pirouette with her slash. The entire circle
collapses. Only a dozen or so are left standing in their full
dead glory.
ANYA (cont'd)
Except the ones who are really
pissed at you.
Willis eyes anxiously around. He's now staring down a bunch
of very angry dead people. He starts backing away.
WILLIS
Can't we discuss this like rational
human beings?
ZOMBIE
Brains!
WILLIS
Fair enough.
Willis turns and swings the pickax, knocking one of the
zombies behind him aside. He makes a dash for it.
Xander puts his arm around Dawn. They watch Willis at the
hilltop scream like a little girl. He's chased by the zombie
army.
XANDER
Ah, a lynch mob. Never thought I'd
see the day where that was a good.
48 EXT. CITY STREET - MOMENTS LATER 48
Willis hauls ass out of an alley. He charges across the
street and ducks past a corner. He peeks back around the
corner to see the zombies surge out from the alley.
They mob into the street, disoriented for a moment. One of
their eyes catches him. It points and all the zombies turns
to see him.
WILLIS
Fitting I would go out just like
Joseph Smith.
He runs. The zombies tear around the corner after him.
49 EXT. GRAVEYARD GATES - NIGHT 49
Kennedy holds Willow tight, helping the exhausted Wicca
stumble along. Anya walks with Andrew who's now in a muddy
and torn commando suit. Xander goes with Dawn and Buffy with
Jackson bring up the back.
ANYA
I was amazing wasn't I? You too
Andrew, you had some quality crowd
control there.
ANDREW
I thought the M-eighties worked
quite well but the cherry bombs
left me wanting. But yes, I fought
quite valiantly this eve. So what
should we do with the rest of our
night?
WILLOW
(yawning wide)
Wicca girl will be making with the
sleepins.
KENNEDY
After all the punching and the dire
I just went through; don't think
you're getting off that easy, red.
Willow lips Kennedy's ear.
WILLOW
You always make it easy honey.
ANYA
Lesbian sex humor. It's nice.
(looks at Xander)
And really frustrating.
XANDER
Willow, you can hijack my eyeball
later if you want.
Buffy notices Jackson is kind of in his own world.
BUFFY
Watcha thinking?
JACKSON
I just fought an army of the dead.
It doesn't really lend to the
thinking.
ANDREW
We could watch Army of Darkness.
DAWN
Are there naked guys in that one
too?
ANDREW
No, but it has a shotgun and Bruce
Campbell. Dear sweet Bruce
Campbell.
BUFFY
I've had my fill of dead things for
the evening, present company
excluded. I'm looking forward to a
nice shower, wash the graveyard off
me.
JACKSON
Lobotomies. You think they have it
to the point where they can figure
out what the precise section to
remove is?
BUFFY
You sound like you'd never hung
with the Slayerettes before. Go
home, get some sleep, it will all
make sense in the morning.
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