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18 INT. WILLOW'S APARTMENT - BEDROOM. MORNING. 18
With a scream, Willow wakes up, and there is a few frantic
seconds of struggle before she realizes where she is.
Kennedy, her hands trying to restrain Willow, looks on the
edge of her nerves, and Willow gives the same look back.
KENNEDY
Red, what is going on?
WILLOW
I-I don't know, did you have the
dreams too?
KENNEDY
I think so.. things just went from
nought to a hundred on the
bizarrometer all of a sudden. I
just woke up and then you did too.
Willow leans her head against Kennedy's chest, and Kennedy
wraps an arm around her.
WILLOW
I think it would be a very, very
good idea for us not to fall asleep
again right now.
KENNEDY
I hear ya.
We stay with the two of them for a moment.
19 INT. SUMMERS RESIDENCE - KITCHEN. AFTERNOON. 19
Anya, up and dressed as we're now several hours into the day,
is sat at the kitchen table, listlessly playing with the
plate of food in front of her with a knife and fork.
Xander walks into the kitchen behind her, still looking like
the happiest guy in the world, and grabs a can of soda from
the fridge. Anya turns and watches him, managing a smile.
Xander smiles back, not noticing her air of sadness.
XANDER
How's dinner?
ANYA
Hmm? Oh, it's great. For my first
meal in a few months, anyway.
XANDER
I know it's not exactly the
candlelit romantic feast I should
have given you for your first
official meal as a human again, but
I'm working up to that. See, I
thought a lunch of the Harris
family's trademark spaghetti
bolognaise would be just the
ticket.
ANYA
(rolls up a bundle of
spaghetti)
It's perfect, Xander. Thank you.
XANDER
(notices something's up)
Are you okay, Hun?
You seem a little.. distracted. Did
I put too much chili powder in it
again? Because, ah, that seemed to
do the trick for you last time we
had this..
ANYA
The powder is just right, Xander.
The meal is fine, the wine is fine,
you're fine, Buffy's fine,
everything is fine.
She pouts, and Xander knows to wait to let her carry on
before asking what's wrong.
XANDER
So what's wrong.
ANYA
Wrong? Nothing's wrong. Everything
is definitely fine. Yes. I mean..
Oh, I don't know what I mean. Maybe
we should have sex again.
XANDER
Uh, I'm sure that's not the
problem.. is it?
ANYA
(beat)
Do you think I should try it?
XANDER
Try what?
ANYA
You know what I mean, call Willow,
get some wine out, see if, you
know.. I've always wondered what
it'd be like.
Anya leaves it hanging. Xander's brain connects the dots and
a shocked look hits him.
XANDER
No.. no! Bad, bad! No! Bad!
Definitely bad!
He shakes his head as though trying to clear away some
disturbing imagery.
ANYA
You never know till you try it, as
they say.
DAWN (O.S.)
Try what?
Xander struggles for words, gulping like a goldfish as Dawn
walks into the kitchen and starts rooting through the fridge.
XANDER
Absolutely nothing at all.
Certainly not anything you should
ever be thinking about. At all.
Ever.
Dawn throws a confused look at Xander, then looks at Anya for
an explanation. Anya opens her mouth to respond but Xander
cuts her off.
XANDER (cont'd)
Anyway! So, uh, we should probably
get moving, An, we've got a bit of
shopping and things to do.
ANYA
Yes, alright.
She gets up and follows Xander out of the room. Dawn watches
them leave, still trying to work out what the heck they were
on about.
ANYA (cont'd)
I was just going to tell her about-
XANDER
I know, honey, I know.
ANYA
I'm sure she's old enough to-
XANDER
(interrupts again)
I'm sure she is too. But not now.
20 INT. SUMMERS RESIDENCE - BATHROOM. AFTERNOON. 20
Buffy is in the bathroom, washing her face. She's halfway
towards being dressed, a blouse and work pants on but no
makeup and her hair tied loosely back.
Dawn walks past the open bathroom door in the background and
pops her head inside.
DAWN
Don't you have work today?
BUFFY
Morning off.
DAWN
Oh.
(beat)
So, is Jackson still here?
BUFFY
Yes. He's still asleep.
DAWN
Oh, huh. Busy night, then.
BUFFY
Dawn!
DAWN
What?
BUFFY
Yes, to answer your questions.
Jackson stayed over and yes, we did
have a nice night in.
DAWN
Good. Because, you know, I'm
completely fine with you still
sleeping with a guy who almost
broke my arm last week for no
reason at all.
Buffy sighs and turns to face Dawn, leaning against the sink.
Dawn has her arms crossed, ready for a fight.
BUFFY
Dawn, I-
DAWN
No, save it. I'm sure you must love
him very much, and how sorry you
felt for him losing his memory and
how much of a help he's being and
blah blah blah! But whatever the
hell happened to showing a little
sisterly loyalty?
BUFFY
(beat)
It's complicated, it's-
DAWN
You always say that! You always
just shrug your shoulders and say
'Oh Dawnie, it's complicated,' like
that's the only answer you ever
need for all the stuff you don't
want to explain!
BUFFY
Now wait just a minute, I-
DAWN
No, no, forget it, Buffy. Forget
it. You go back to your bed with
your man and do whatever makes you
feel happy. Just take care of
yourself. I guess you earned it.
Dawn turns and heads off towards her room. Buffy looks back
into the mirror, toweling her face dry, and then stares at
her reflection for a long beat. She puts the towel back and
walks out of the bathroom.
21 INT. SUMMERS RESIDENCE - BUFFY'S ROOM. AFTERNOON. 21
She steps back into the room, Jackson is still out cold on
the bed. She can hear a muted buzzing noise and scans for the
source of it.
Buffy's cell phone is vibrating away on top of the table.
Buffy's hand reaches into frame to retrieve it.
Buffy flips open the phone to display a text message she's
just received. It reads 'Hey Buffy, it's Ellen. Emmily says
you should come over, she needs to tell you something.'
She puts the phone back on the bedside table. Jackson stirs,
and Buffy sits down on the edge of the bed, reaching a hand
over to stroke his hair as he wakes up. His eyes open and he
smiles lazily up at her.
JACKSON
Morning..
BUFFY
Afternoon, actually.
JACKSON
Aw jeez, really? I'm late for
work..
BUFFY
I called the office already. Told
them you were off sick but should
be better tomorrow.
JACKSON
You're the best girlfriend ever,
you know that?
BUFFY
I like to think so.
She stands and steps into a pair of shoes. Jackson sits up as
she grabs a jacket from the closet.
JACKSON
Where you off to?
BUFFY
Message from Emmily, she wants me
to go see her. Probably work stuff.
JACKSON
Which, as we know, means one of two
totally different things with you.
BUFFY
Yet still, somehow, just as
unappealing on a sunny weekday
afternoon when I could be out
shopping somewhere..
She leans over and gives him a quick kiss then heads out
through the door.
JACKSON
Was that Dawn I heard half a minute
ago?
Buffy turns back to him, not sure what to say.
BUFFY
Yeah, she was just-
JACKSON
She's still pretty pissed at me for
what I did, isn't she.
BUFFY
(beat)
Yeah.
JACKSON
(sighs)
Maybe I should try to talk to her.
BUFFY
Maybe. We'll sort it out later.
She goes, leaving Jackson to stare up at the ceiling a
troubled look on his face.
22 INT. WILLOW'S APARTMENT - BEDROOM. DAY. 22
Kennedy and Willow are dressed now, huddled together on the
bed, trying to stay awake.
KENNEDY
(yawns)
Will, I can't keep.. my eyes open..
WILLOW
Me either.. this is probably bad..
KENNEDY
Yeah..
WILLOW
Must be.. some kind of.. magic..
or..
And as we watch, both girls have soon nodded off and are fast
asleep again.
BLACK OUT.
END OF ACT TWO
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
23 INT. SUMMERS RESIDENCE (SUNNYDALE). DAY. 23
Willow is standing outside Buffy's bedroom in their old house
in Sunnydale. She looks from side to side - the walls and
surfaces around her are distorted and bathed in odd colors,
as though she's watching them through a stained glass window.
She reaches out a hand towards the closed door before her.
She gingerly pushes at the door handle, and the door swings
open with a single creak.
Willow looks into the room and sees Kennedy sat on a chair
next to the bed. Kennedy is staring straight ahead and not
moving a muscle. The scene is the same as when Buffy slipped
into shock after Glory had kidnapped Dawn, and Willow went
into Buffy's mind to try and reach her again.
WILLOW
Baby? Is that you?
VOICE (O.S.)
She can't hear you.. she's
trapped.. I've trapped her inside
her own mind..
WILLOW
Who are you? What do you want?
VOICE (O.S.)
Ah..
(beat)
Everything..
Willow looks around but can't see who's speaking. With a
determined look she strides into the room towards Kennedy.
As she steps inside, the door slams shutting her inside with
a BANG.
24 INT. VAMPIRE BASE. NIGHT. 24
Willow spins round, but she's no longer in Buffy's room,
she's downstairs in some kind of warehouse, inside a cage.
She whirls round, trying to look for a way out, but then
someone jumps at the bars with a loud CLANG! Willow yelps and
looks out.
Kennedy is there, fully vamped up, dressed in the outfit we
last saw Evil Vampire Willow in back in 'The Wish.' Willow's
brow furrows again as she tries to work out what's happening.
VAMPIRE KENNEDY
Aw, don't look so sad, lover.. It
only hurt for a minute. And
actually..
Vampire Kennedy leans up to the bars, whispering in case
someone hears, even though no-one else is around.
VAMPIRE KENNEDY (cont'd)
I kind of liked it.
WILLOW
You're not Kennedy. And as soon as
I figure out who you are, I'm going
to-
VAMPIRE KENNEDY
(interrupts)
You're going to do exactly as
you're told, or your little
girlfriend will wake up to find her
brain's been reduced to plant food!
Willow stares defiantly back at the vampire before her. A few
years ago, she'd have crumbled, but she's tougher now. A
thought strikes her and she smiles.
WILLOW
Hey, I think I know what you are..
VAMPIRE KENNEDY
Oh, do you now?
WILLOW
Yes, I do, you're a-
25 EXT. SUNNYDALE - STREET. NIGHT. 25
Willow is suddenly standing in the middle of the street,
dressed in her ghost's outfit from the 'Halloween' episode,
white sheet over her head.
She scrabbles with it for a few seconds before tearing it
off, and we see she's made up and dressed exactly as she was
all those years ago. She looks down at herself.
WILLOW
Oh, crap!
26 INT. JODY'S BEDROOM. DAY. 26
The curtains are open and light is attempting to filter into
the room. Jody and Andrew are both up and dressed, Jody
sipping a can of soda and Andrew flicking idly through the TV
channels.
JODY
So, what shall we do today?
ANDREW
Don't you have school? Jody throws
a sideways 'Don't sound like my
dad!' Look at Andrew, who grins
sheepishly.
JODY
Don't you have work?
ANDREW
Luckily, I'm off today.
JODY
Cool. I was thinking we do the
usual rounds - comic store, games
store, music store, then get some
lunch at the food court.
ANDREW
Sounds like a plan. The new 'Birds
Of Prey' is out today, and, uh, I
think my standing order at
Forbidden World should contain some
nice surprises of a 'Catwoman'
nature..
JODY
You and your comics..
ANDREW
You and your 'have to have the
biggest and bestest most brand new'
Playstation games!
JODY
Yeah, I know.. sad, isn't it? Your
geekness must be rubbing off on me.
ANDREW
On behalf of geeks around the
world, I answer that with.. you're
absolutely right.
The two of them grin. Jody opens the door and Andrew heads
out, followed by Jody after he grabs a backpack.
27 INT. ELLEN'S PLACE - HALL. DAY. 27
We're inside, looking at the door as the bell rings. Ellen
steps into frame, hair damp from the shower and a towel in
one hand. She opens the door to reveal Buffy. She has Giles'
note in her hand.
BUFFY
Hi. Buses over this side of town
suck, I'm sorry.
ELLEN
That's okay, the munchkin's still
watching Powerpuff Girls so she's
happy. I think she likes Buttercup
the best.
BUFFY
I'm more of a Bubbles person,
myself..
Buffy steps inside.
28 INT. ELLEN'S PLACE - LIVING ROOM. DAY. 28
Buffy steps into the living room after Ellen, who curls round
into the kitchen next to it.
Emmily sits in the foreground, watching the TV from the
comfort of a large beanbag. She looks round and swaps smiles
with Buffy.
BUFFY
Hi there, I got your message.
EMMILY
Good. Almost done. Mojo Jojo's
about to save the day.
BUFFY
(sits next to her)
I thought he was the bad guy?
EMMILY
He didn't mean to do it. Buffy
smiles - Emmily's just like any
other seven year old on the
outside.
She looks down at the note in her hand and reads.
GILES (V.O.)
Hello, Buffy. Apologies for
sneaking out without saying goodbye
first, but I had an early flight
and I didn't want to wake everyone
up unnecessarily. I'm off to see a
few people about what's been going
on, to see if we can dig anything
new up about this 'Source' we've
heard mentioned. I'll call if I can
but I should be back in a few weeks
all being well. Take care, Giles.
Buffy folds the note away and tucks it into her jacket, then
finds herself getting sucked into the cartoon, laughing at a
joke along with Emmily.
Ellen stands at the back of the room, a cup of coffee in one
hand as she watches the two of them, a proud maternal smile
on her face.
29 EXT. SUNNYDALE - STREET. NIGHT. 29
We're back with Willow. She's standing out in the street on
Halloween night, with children dressed as ghosts and demons
scampering around all round her. She wanders out into the
street, looking around.
WILLOW
Okay, Willow, stay in control. Just
stay calm and look for a way out,
you'll be fine.
She doesn't look like she has much confidence in her words.
KENNEDY (O.S.)
Red!
Willow looks up as she hears Kennedy's voice.
Kennedy is across the street, dressed in the Marie Antoinette
outfit that caused Buffy so much bother. She gathers up the
flowing skirt and starts to hurry across the street towards
her.
Willow smiles with relief - she can tell this is her girl and
not another doppelganger.
She looks relieved too as she steps into the street. Bright
headlights suddenly shine on her, and she squints and turns
to her left.
A van screeches into frame, trying to slow down from speed
but failing, and its lights fill the screen with white glare.
Kennedy throws up her arms but the van is going too fast - it
slams into her and knocks her off her feet.
Willow's hands go to her mouth and her eyes widen with shock.
WILLOW
Noo!!
Willow runs into frame and lifts up Kennedy, but from the
trickle of blood running from Kennedy's mouth we can see that
she's hurt badly.
We hear the van door slam off screen and someone steps into
frame, partially blocking the glare from the headlights.
Willow shields her eyes and looks up.
WILLOW (cont'd)
Oz?
It looks like Oz, a short guy with spiky red hair and a taste
in grunge clothing, but as the guy leans closer we can see
that it's someone else - the Teen we saw in the library
earlier. He is pale and shaking as he looks down at the
wounded Kennedy.
TEEN
I'm sorry.. I'm sorry.. I just
found myself in the van, I couldn't
stop..
WILLOW
It's.. it's you!
The Teen looks up and recognizes Willow.
TEEN
Hey, the girl from the library.. Is
she okay?
WILLOW
(tearful)
I don't know.. I don't know..
Willow starts rocking back and forth gently, cradling
Kennedy. This is all getting very familiar to her.
TEEN
Don't let her die.
WILLOW
What?
TEEN
If she dies here, then she's gone.
It'll try to kill her to get to
you, and if it does, then you're
broken. You'll always be here,
helping it get more people.
WILLOW
Helping who? What is going on? Who
are you? I don't.. I don't
understand..
Kennedy's arm reaches up and strokes Willow's cheek. She
looks down and sees that Kennedy is still alive - Willow
grabs her hand and manages a laugh through the sobs.
KENNEDY
Hey.. did you get the.. number of..
that truck?
WILLOW
Hang on, baby, I'm going to get us
out of here.
KENNEDY
Kite.. string..
WILLOW
That's right, that's right.
VOICE (O.S.)
No, no, no, this won't do at all.
Hope? Where does that get us? Must
go deeper. Must find something
really..
(beat)
Ahh..
Willow and the Teen look up but can't see who's speaking.
30 INT. WILLOW AND TARA'S ROOM. DAY. 30
Willow looks down. She's wearing a white top which is
splattered with blood. Her breathing becomes ragged as she
realizes where she is.
She looks down, and as she does we slowly pan down to see the
dead body of Tara in her arms, the gunshot wound leaving an
ugly red on her blue jumper.
Willow gasps a little as her worst memory plays out again
before her. The voice cackles from somewhere overhead as
Willow begins to sob.
WILLOW
Please.. don't do this.. don't do
this again..
VOICE (O.S.)
Yes, that's it.. that's what I
wanted to see..
Willow closes her eyes and holds Tara close to her. The room
is silent except for the distant chuckling of the voice and
Willow's tears.
Willow's eyes flick open - the pupils have turned BLACK.
Willow's reliving it all over again - Tara's death and her
own rapid descent into anger.
She squeezes her eyes shut again as the voice's laughter
reaches fever pitch, but then opens them again and they have
returned to their natural blue.
The laughter stops as Willow calmly looks down at Tara again,
tears still on her cheeks but no longer sobbing. She smiles
as she brushes a stray lock of hair from Tara's face.
WILLOW
Hey, baby. I know this isn't really
you, but.. I never got a chance to
say so many things to you.. and now
I can. I'm sorry I let us drift
apart, even for a second. I'm
always going to have you in my
heart. I love you.
She lays Tara gently back onto the bedroom floor.
WILLOW (cont'd)
And goodbye.
Willow stands up, fists clenched, and looks to the ceiling.
The black swirls we saw earlier are back, dripping out across
the whole ceiling.
Willow stares up at it. The black eyes are back, and Willow
lifts a hand towards the ceiling.
WILLOW (cont'd)
Okay then, now it's just you and
me.
(beat)
Il provientum!
Her hand starts to glow with soft purple light, little balls
of which drift away and up towards the ceiling. They mix with
the blackness we can see, which starts to bubble as though
it's boiling.
VOICE (O.S.)
No.. stop it! No! What are you
doing, witch? Stop it!
WILLOW
Let's see what you really are.
There is a blinding FLASH of light.
31 EXT. DEMONIC DIMENSION. 31
Willow finds herself standing on a craggy stone platform,
swirling vortexes of stars and nebulas filling the skies all
around her.
She looks around in wonder for a few moments before her gaze
falls on Kennedy, lying slumped on the floor. Willow runs to
her and checks for a pulse, looking relieved that she can
find one.
There is the THUD of a heavy foot off screen, and Willow
slowly looks up.
The dreamwalking DEMON is in view at last - wrapped in an
almost liquid dark cloak that looks like the blackness from
the ceilings before, the demon itself is a grey skinned
creature with two long, curled horns running back along its
head, and a wide, wicked looking mouth that grins down at
Willow.
Willow stands to face her enemy.
WILLOW
That's better. I hate all that
hiding and playing games. Just gets
in the way.
DEMON
Oh, you're good. I like that.
Strong. Yes. Strong and powerful.
Not like her.
The demon points at Kennedy. Willow glares back at him.
WILLOW
Don't count her out so easily.
DEMON
Ha! She'll be dead soon, and then
I'll always have you to help me. My
own witch, here for always, to help
me bring others. New people. New
emotions. New memories.
They start to pace around each other, sizing each other up.
Willow never takes her eyes off him.
WILLOW
So what do you want? I mean, I've
worked out the whole 'feeding on
strong emotions' stuff by now, and
that you can somehow trap souls
here to do your dirty work for you.
But we wouldn't be stood here
talking if you were just going to
eat my brains. So talk.
DEMON
Game.
WILLOW
A game? What kind of game?
DEMON
For her. For your love.
WILLOW
Why should I trust you?
DEMON
Ah!
(beat)
You can't. No choice. She lost her
will, and will remain here for me
unless you can beat me. I pick the
battlefield, we fight. Winner takes
all. No second prizes.
WILLOW
Alright.
The demon laughs, its long tongue flicking round the razor
sharp teeth in its grin.
WILLOW (cont'd)
I win, Kennedy and I walk out of
here and you go back to wherever
the heck you came from, never to
return.
DEMON
Oh?
WILLOW
Standard demonic confrontation
rules.
(beat)
Giles told me.
DEMON
And if I win?
WILLOW
You can have my soul. But not hers.
Whatever happens, she goes free.
The demon mulls this over, looking from Kennedy to Willow and
back again. It grins.
DEMON
Deal. You will be a very tasty
meal, witch. Yes.. And you'll help
me bring and keep so many more
here..
The demon cackles, but Willow rolls her eyes impatiently.
WILLOW
Can we get on with it? I really
don't want to spend any more time
stuck up here.
The demon stops laughing and clasps its hands together, the
wicked smile back in place.
DEMON
Then let us begin.
The demon claps his hands and it all goes dark.
BLACK OUT.
END OF ACT THREE
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