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                                       ACT TWO

                                                               FADE IN:

         7     EXT. DESERT STRIP. NIGHT.                                7

               Buffy is sitting at a camp fire, out in the open on a cool
               desert night, sand and the odd palm tree stretching away from
               her in all directions. 

               She doesn't seem too fazed by her settings, looking
               peacefully into the fire, her hair blowing gently out in the
               breeze. 

               A SHADOW passes before her suddenly, but Buffy doesn't
               flinch. Instead, she looks calmly up and across at... 

               THE PRIMITIVE. The First Slayer, dark-skinned, her face
               marked with flecks of white tribal paint, crouches low to the
               ground, her eyes staring back at Buffy from the other side of
               the fire.

                                   BUFFY
                         I like it here. It's nice.

                                   PRIMITIVE
                             (scowls)
                         I do not bring you here to find it
                         'nice.'

                                   BUFFY
                         I know, but... It is. Back home,
                         everybody's so sad, no-one knows
                         what to say, and Xander, he-

                                   PRIMITIVE
                         He does not concern me. 

               Buffy blinks, a little surprised by that remark.

                                   PRIMITIVE (cont'd)
                         There are things I must show you,
                         things you do not yet realise, and
                         without this knowledge, when the
                         battle comes, you will fall.

                                   BUFFY
                         What battle? We stopped the bad
                         guy. The Caretaker's gone, he-

                                   PRIMITIVE
                         It is coming. Forces are gathering.
                         The mouth will awaken once again,
                         and it will consume everything
                         around it unless you can stop it.

                                   BUFFY
                         What do I need to know?

               The Primitive stands, looking to either side, then nods to
               Buffy, motioning for her to stand.

                                   PRIMITIVE
                         Follow me.

               The Primitive starts to walk away, and as Buffy stands up, we
               cut back to:

         8     INT. SUMMERS RESIDENCE - BUFFY'S ROOM. AFTERNOON.        8

               Buffy is fast asleep in bed. She's dreaming, twitching
               occasionally, shifting around on her bed. She's still fully
               dressed, but is too deeply asleep to hear the KNOCK at the
               front door.

         9     INT. SUMMERS RESIDENCE - LIVING ROOM. AFTERNOON.         9

               Sofia opens the door to Jackson, the two blinking in surprise
               - this is the first time they've met.

                                   JACKSON
                         Uh, hi.

                                   SOFIA
                         Hello.

                                   JACKSON
                         British accent... You must be
                         Sofia, right?

                                   SOFIA
                             (smiles; nods)
                         So, you must be Jackson Shaw.
                         Buffy's told me all about you!

                                   JACKSON
                         Likewise. Is she in?

                                   SOFIA
                         Yes, she's just upstairs taking a
                         nap. She's been staying up all
                         night for the past few days with
                         Xander and the baby, but she
                         doesn't need to be in work today so
                         she's catching up on her sleep.

                                   JACKSON
                         Okay. Mind if I head on up?

                                   SOFIA
                         Not at all.

               Sofia steps aside, and Jackson heads for the stairs, nodding
               a greeting to Giles before carrying on up the stairs. Sofia
               rejoins Giles on the sofa.

                                   SOFIA (cont'd)
                         So... that's Buffy's boyfriend, is
                         it?

                                   GILES
                         I don't think it's quite as clear
                         cut as that any more, but...
                         Actually, I have no idea. They're
                         still friends, at least.

                                   SOFIA
                             (thoughtful)
                         Hmm.
                             (beat)
                         So, anyway, you were saying?

                                   GILES
                         Oh, yes. These are the plans for
                         the recreational area, they should
                         cater for upwards of a hundred
                         girls at once...

               We move away from Giles, his dialogue fading as we follow
               Jackson up the stairs.

        10     INT. SUMMERS RESIDENCE - BUFFY'S ROOM. AFTERNOON.       10

               Jackson raps his knuckles lightly on the door as he leans his
               head in.

                                   JACKSON
                         Hello?

               He spots Buffy, dozing on the bed, and grins, heading over to
               her. He crouches down by the bed and gently shakes her.

                                   JACKSON (cont'd)
                         Come on, Buffy, I came all the way
                         over here to see you, don't sleep
                         through it now!

               No response. Jackson frowns and shakes her a little harder,
               then stands, starting to look concerned.

               Andrew walks past the open door, and Jackson grabs him and
               pulls him into the room.

                                   ANDREW
                             (startled)
                         Uh, what?

                                   JACKSON
                             (worried)
                         Andrew, Buffy's asleep.

               Andrew looks down at Buffy, then back at Jackson, puzzled.

                                   ANDREW
                         Uh, yeah, she is...

                                   JACKSON
                         No, I mean I can't wake her up. I
                         heard what happened to Anya, and I
                         just...

               He trails off, but Andrew gets the point. He nods and quickly
               dashes out of the room, reappearing moments later with a
               small yellow pendant.

                                   JACKSON (cont'd)
                         What's that?

                                   ANDREW
                         Um, a dica amethyst, it'll tell us
                         what's causing her to stay asleep.
                         I used to use it to check if my mom
                         was drunk or not when she fell
                         asleep back at my house in
                         Sunnydale. Helped me know if I
                         should start getting the dinner
                         ready without her or not. Actually,
                         there was this one time-

                                   JACKSON
                             (impatient)
                         Andrew!

               Andrew coughs once, nods and heads over to Buffy. He holds
               the pendant a few inches above her head, and watches as the
               yellow amethyst at the end of its chain slowly turns a dark
               green colour. Andrew studies it closely for a moment.

                                   JACKSON (cont'd)
                         Well? Should we call an ambulance,
                         or is it-

                                   ANDREW
                         She's dreaming.

                                   JACKSON
                             (beat)
                         Oh.

                                   ANDREW
                         Yeah, but it's not like a normal
                         dream, uh, like this one I had once
                         about 'Enterprise' getting a new
                         season, it looks like it's one of
                         those 'vision quest' kinds of
                         dreams. At least, that's what this
                         amethyst is saying.

                                   JACKSON
                         'Vision quest'? Okay, I'm fuzzy on
                         that concept. Is this another
                         Slayer thing?

                                   ANDREW
                         Uh, yeah, it's happened a few
                         times. Buffy communicates with
                         people in her sleep, they tell her
                         things, she wakes up, we all panic
                         and start running around... there's
                         a definite attern forming.

                                   JACKSON
                         Should I be worried?

                                   ANDREW
                         Honestly? I don't know. I don't
                         think so, but you won't be able to
                         wake her up till it's all over.

                                   JACKSON
                         Well, how long will that take?

               Andrew shrugs, and with that look of concern still etched
               into his face, Jackson takes a seat at the end of the bed.

                                   JACKSON (cont'd)
                         Looks like I'm in for a long night
                         then, huh? 

               Andrew manages a nod, and then backs out of the room, leaving
               Jackson to it.

               As Jackson stares down at the sleeping Buffy, we can hear the
               sounds of trees swishing back and forth as if in a storm,
               before we cut to:

        11     EXT. RAINFOREST. NIGHT.                                 11

               True to its title, the thick forest is in the midst of a
               heavy storm, it's trees battered by sheets of rain and strong
               winds, swaying back and forth overhead. 

               Buffy is still following the Primitive, but Buffy looks
               thoroughly soaked by now, her arms wrapped tightly round her
               against the cold.

                                   BUFFY
                             (shouting over noise)
                         Where are we going?

                                   PRIMITIVE
                         We have to find your first lesson.

                                   BUFFY
                         'First lesson'? Are there going to
                         be lots? 'Cause, you know, I'm
                         really not feeling the love with
                         this whole tropical storm thing
                         we've got going on, and- 

               Buffy stops as the Primitive halts suddenly and points.
               Following her finger, Buffy sees a cave looking out of a
               hillside ahead, its entrance half-covered by thick vines.

                                   PRIMITIVE
                         Go through there. I will meet you
                         on the other side for your second
                         lesson.

                                   BUFFY
                             (beat; sighs)
                         Okay.

               Buffy heads forward, pulling the vines out of the way and
               disappearing into the blackness of the cave. 

               The Primitive watches for a beat, then heads off screen.

        12     INT. CAVE - TUNNEL. NIGHT.                              12

               Highlighted in the gloom as she heads towards us, Buffy rests
               one hand on the tunnel wall as she carefully makes her way
               forward. 

               She sees a light up ahead and pauses, checking front and back
               before carrying on.

        13     INT. CAVE - OPENING. NIGHT.                             13

               Buffy walks out into a wide, circular room, a log fire
               burning in its centre. She steps up to it, grateful of the
               heat to try and dry herself off, looking all round her. 

               She sees there are two exits to the room, carved into the
               rock itself. One has a torch burning brightly above it, the
               other also has a torch but it is unlit. 

               Buffy steps forward, looking from doorway to doorway, before
               speaking out loud, as though someone is listening in on her.

                                   BUFFY
                         Is this it? My first test is 'pick
                         a door'? Is this some kind of
                         Slayer game show?

               No-one answers, and with a shrug, Buffy heads for the door
               with the lit torch above it, disappearing into the blackness
               beyond once again. 

               She's been gone a moment when the Primitive steps into frame,
               shaking her head.

                                   PRIMITIVE
                         Wrong way.

               From the First Slayer's stony expression, we cut to:

        14     INT. CIRCLE - GRAND LIBRARY. DAY.                       14

               Willow sits cross-legged on one of the shelves, many levels
               up into the air, reading intently from the small diaries she
               found. She doesn't hear TALEDRAW come wandering into the
               library, and as he calls out to her, she jumps.

                                   TALEDRAW
                         Teach!

                                   WILLOW
                             (startled)
                         Uh, yeah?

                                   TALEDRAW
                         Are you finished yet? I need to do
                         a new drawing and I can't 'till you
                         finish this bit! 

               Willow leans over the edge of the shelf, looking down at
               Taledraw several feet below.

                                   WILLOW
                         We're almost done, Taledraw. A few
                         more hours, maybe a little longer.
                         There was a lot to put back
                         together!

               Taledraw nods, although he doesn't look too happy, and he
               turns and heads off again. 

               Willow settles back into her books, turning the pages as she
               scans through them. From the troubled look on her face, it's
               clear she isn't enjoying what she's reading. 

               She looks up, her face a mess of mixing emotions as she tries
               to process what she's reading, before she hears Tattles
               skipping through the library below, humming happily to
               herself.
               Willow quickly hides the books away, shoving them into one of
               the shelves and tucking the diary in her hands underneath her
               t-shirt. 

               She glances over the lip of the shelf, watching Tattles as
               she heads out of view again, before retrieving the diary from
               her shirt. 

               She stares at it like it was the diary of a serial killer,
               almost as if she's afraid to open it again - but then,
               cautiously, she does, leafing back through to the place she
               left off. 

               We leave Willow reading as we cut back to:

        15     INT. SUMMERS RESIDENCE - UPSTAIRS LANDING. NIGHT.       15

               It's a few hours later on, and a yawning Sofia is heading up
               the stairs, taking a left turn towards the bathroom. The
               door's shut, so she taps lightly on it.

                                   SOFIA
                         Hello? Anyone in there? There's a
                         tired Slayer out here who needs to
                         get ready for bed! 

               Somebody inside the bathroom VOMITS loudly, and Sofia
               grimaces, stepping back from the door.

                                   SOFIA (cont'd)
                         Goodness me...

               The door is thrown open and Jackson steps out, looking
               unsteady on his feet and very pale, clutching the door frame
               for support.

                                   SOFIA (cont'd)
                         Are you alright, Jackson? You look
                         quite ill!

                                   JACKSON
                         I, uh... I don't feel too good,
                         sorry.

                                   SOFIA
                         I can see that! Is Buffy still
                         asleep? Andrew told me she was in
                         some kind of dream state, or
                         something - he's a little hard to
                         understand.

                                   JACKSON
                         Yeah, yeah she is. 

               Sofia looks over the ailing Jackson, then steps forward,
               holding her arm out for support.

                                   SOFIA
                         Well, why don't you go home and
                         rest, and I'll get Buffy to call
                         you again when she wakes up. 

               Jackson nods, and reaches out for Sofia. Despite the size
               difference, her Slayer strength evens things out as she helps
               him towards the stairs.

               Sofia doesn't notice that Jackson has left what looks like a
               scorch mark on the door frame, just where he was holding on
               to it, before we cut back to:

        16     INT. CAVE - CHAMBER. NIGHT.                             16

               Buffy emerges from the tunnel she chose into another room,
               this one much stranger-looking as she looks across it.
               Opposite her is another doorway, but she's separated from it
               by a wide pit, too far to jump across. 

               Hovering in the air above the pit are several small, winged
               creatures, looking like giant, mutated insects. Their wings
               beat rapidly, creating a disconcerting buzzing sound. 

               Buffy looks puzzled, glancing over her shoulder at the
               doorway, then back at the pit. She takes a cautious step
               towards the edge of the pit, but as she does, one of the
               insect creatures starts to slowly turn towards her. 

               Buffy spots it and steps back, and the creature looks away
               again. Working out what will happen next, Buffy limbers up,
               cracking her knuckles and loosening up.

                                   BUFFY
                         Okay, right. Fight the bugs, jump
                         the hole. Lesson learned. No
                         problem.

               She steps forward again, and this time the nearest insect
               detaches itself from its fellows, swooping down towards her.
               Buffy faces it, watching its approach carefully. 

               At the last moment, she sidesteps, narrowly avoiding the
               creature, which rakes the ground where she'd been standing
               with sharp claws. 

               Buffy turns to watch it as it circles round for another
               swoop, looking around her for a weapon she can use. Spotting
               a few old torches on the ground, covered with cobwebs, she
               scoops one up, and swings it like a baseball bat as the
               insect approaches. 

               The torch CLANGS off the creature's thick hide, knocking the
               bat out of Buffy's hands, and the insect swoops back again,
               returning to join the other insects, hovering patiently over
               the pit.
               Buffy frowns, trying to think up a new plan of attack. She
               scoops up another of the torches and THROWS it at one of the
               creatures, but again, it just bounces off the insect's scaly
               armour, dropping down the pit and out of sight. 

               Buffy steps back, looking for some other way to cross the
               pit, when the Primitive steps through the doorway behind her,
               shaking her head still.

                                   PRIMITIVE (O.S.)
                         That is not the way.

                                   BUFFY
                             (turns round)
                         Yeah, I see that! How's about less
                         of the cryptic, and more of the
                         straight answers?

                                   PRIMITIVE
                         You try to solve all of your
                         problems with force, hoping that
                         you will be strong enough, fast
                         enough to get where you need to.
                             (beat)
                         That is not the way. 

               Buffy ponders this, trying to decipher the Primitive's
               meaning, before a thought hits her.

                                   BUFFY
                         I have a question.

                                   PRIMITIVE
                         Speak.

                                   BUFFY
                         If I get hurt in this, will my body
                         die? Andrew spent a long time
                         explaining 'The Matrix' to me once,
                         and I was just wondering if it was
                         the same deal.

                                   PRIMITIVE
                         Your physical body will not be
                         harmed, but if you 'die' here, I
                         will send you back, whether you
                         have learned the lesson or not.

                                   BUFFY
                             (nods)
                         Good. Just checking. 

               With that, Buffy turns and SPRINTS towards the pit. 

               The flying creatures start to shift, turning to face the
               rapidly approaching Slayer, but before any of them can swoop
               down towards her, Buffy JUMPS... 

               ... and sails straight past them, straight down into the pit
               below!

               As she disappears from view, we quickly:

                                                             BLACK OUT:



                                   END OF ACT TWO
                                      ACT THREE

                                                               FADE IN:

        17     INT. CAVE - CHAMBER. NIGHT.                             17

               Back in the room with the pit as Buffy falls from view, and
               the flying insect creatures dart down after her as one, the
               sound of their buzzing wings fading as they chase after her. 

               We stay on scene for a moment - then the buzzing noise
               becomes audible again, increasing in volume until two of the
               creatures fly back up out of the pit. 

               A third hovers up into view, with Buffy clutched carefully
               between its claws, swinging from beneath it. 

               It flies across the rest of the gap and deposits Buffy
               carefully on the opposite side, before turning and floating
               back to join the other creatures above the pit. 

               Buffy turns and smiles at the Primitive.

                                   BUFFY
                         See? Not just a pretty face. Was
                         that lesson something like 'direct
                         action isn't always the answer,' or
                         something like that?
                             (proud)
                         I figured it all out. 

               The Primitive just nods - then starts to run towards the edge
               of the pit.

               Buffy backs up a few steps as the Primitive builds up speed -
               then she JUMPS, and with an impossibly long leap, she covers
               the distance and lands with a THUMP next to Buffy. 

               Buffy gawks at the Primitive as she stands again, the First
               Slayer throwing Buffy a cold look before she heads towards
               the other door in the chamber.

                                   BUFFY (cont'd)
                         Show off.

                                   PRIMITIVE
                         You always choose the hardest way
                         forward.

                                   BUFFY
                             (shrugs)
                         It's a gift.

               As Buffy follows the Primitive, we cut to:

        18     INT. JACKSON RESIDENCE - LIVING ROOM. NIGHT.            18

               Shanna is sat on the sofa, flicking idly through TV channels
               and munching on some popcorn as Jackson THROWS the door open. 

               Shanna jumps to her feet, seeing Jackson struggling to stand
               in the doorway, and rushes over to help him.

                                   SHANNA
                         Jackson! Damn, man, are you okay?
                         Are you hurt?

                                   JACKSON
                             (weak)
                         Shanna... I can't...

               Jackson faints away, and Shanna struggles to hold him up.
               With a sudden, surprising burst of strength, she heaves and
               drags him over to the sofa, rolling him onto it. 

               Jackson's out cold, and Shanna dashes into the kitchen to get
               some water. She presses a hand to his head and draws it
               sharply away - he's literally red hot! 

               Shanna stands back, her mind racing as she tries to think of
               what to do next. She reaches into Jackson's jacket pocket for
               his phone. 

               SNAP! Jackson's hand suddenly streaks out and grabs her
               wrist, and as a shocked Shanna looks down at him, Jackson's
               eyes slowly open. A vicious look is on his face, and Shanna
               tries to pull away from him.

                                   JACKSON (cont'd)
                             (menacing)
                         What are you doing?

                                   SHANNA
                         Calling a fricken ambulance,
                         Jackson, damn! What is with you?
                         Let me go!

               Jackson stares at Shanna for a long beat - then releases her.
               She rubs her wrist tenderly, warily watching Jackson as he
               settles back down.

                                   SHANNA (cont'd)
                         What happened?

                                   JACKSON
                             (slowly)
                         I was driving... I was heading back
                         from Buffy's, I guess I parked up
                         outside before I blacked out the
                         first time, then... what time is
                         it?

                                   SHANNA
                             (glances at clock)
                         Past ten, why?
                             (suspicious)
                         Jackson, what's going on? What was
                         with the hardcore nasty look you
                         gave me just then?

                                   JACKSON
                             (blinks)
                         What look?

                                   SHANNA
                         Alright, that's it. I'm calling
                         somebody.

               Shanna snatches Jackson's phone away before he can protest.

                                   JACKSON
                         Hey! Who are you calling?

                                   SHANNA
                         A friend.

               Shanna walks into the kitchen, leaving the woozy Jackson to
               slump weakly back down on the sofa.

        19     INT. JACKSON RESIDENCE - KITCHEN. NIGHT.                19

               Following Shanna into the kitchen, she bites her nails as she
               waits for whoever she's calling to pick up. There's a CLICK
               before a gruff male voice answers.

                                   VOICE
                             (filtered; through phone)
                         Yeah?

                                   SHANNA
                         It's me. I need help.

                                   VOICE
                         Actual help, or 'I'm high and I
                         don't know what to do' help?

                                   SHANNA
                             (sighs)
                         Actual help. Jackson's ill, it
                         might be something you know about.

                                   VOICE
                             (beat)
                         Alright, kiddo, I'm on my way. 

               Shanna hangs up and glances back into the front room, at
               Jackson, before we cut to:

        20     INT. CIRCLE - TRINKETS' WORKSHOP. DAY.                  20

               TRINKETS is fussing over his multi-tiered game board as
               Tattles chases Taledraw round the large, cluttered workshop,
               both laughing and giggling. Trinkets sighs every time the duo
               bump into something. 

               Willow steps into the workshop, glancing round nervously, the
               diary she was reading in one hand behind her back. 

               Tattles is the first to notice her, skidding to a halt and
               beaming happily.

                                   TATTLES
                         Teach! Hey!

                                   WILLOW
                             (half smile)
                         Hi.

                                   TRINKETS
                         Hey, come on over here, I've got
                         something really cool to show you.

               Willow starts to walk forward, then after a few steps pauses,
               closes her eyes as if mentally preparing herself for
               something - and then she places the diary onto one of the
               tables next to her. 

               The three Circle members fall silent, their eyes locked on
               the book. Tattles is the first to speak.

                                   TATTLES
                             (nervous)
                         W-wh-where d-did you g-get that?

                                   WILLOW
                         That doesn't matter. I want you to
                         explain to me what it is.
                             (stern)
                         Now.

               The three children glance at one another, trying to silently
               communicate a plan to each other. Willow folds her arms, not
               looking happy.

                                   WILLOW (cont'd)
                         No answers, huh?

                                   TALEDRAW
                         We can't tell-

                                   TATTLES
                         It's not what it looks like, we
                         just-

                                   WILLOW
                         What? What doesn't it look like,
                         and what can't you tell me?

               More furtive exchanged glances. Willow, losing her temper by
               now, marches forward.

                                   WILLOW (cont'd)
                         I found them in the Library when I
                         was putting it back together. There
                         was a bundle of them, looks like
                         they go back years and years. I
                         only read this first one, but...
                             (beat)
                         What's going on?

               Trinkets SIGHS and steps away from his game board, heading
               towards Willow. She looks towards him, hoping she's about to
               get some answers.

                                   TRINKETS
                         I'm sorry you had to find out this
                         way, Teach.

                                   WILLOW
                         Find out what?

               Trinkets SNAPS his fingers - and a GAG appears round Willow's
               mouth! Panicked, she tries to remove it, but it's stuck fast.
               Tattles and Taledraw back away from Willow as Trinkets walks
               right up to her.

                                   TRINKETS
                         Our last Teach started asking too
                         many questions as well, and you
                         don't want to end up like she did,
                         do you?

               Trinkets picks up the diary and opens it at the last page.

                                   TRINKETS (cont'd)
                         This is what happened to her.

               Willow looks from the book to Trinkets, then reads - and her
               eyes bulge at what she sees. She looks back to Trinkets, now
               halfway between panic and terror.

                                   TRINKETS (cont'd)
                         Why couldn't you have just helped
                         us to have fun? We knew you were
                         always suspicious about us, but
                         when the Caretaker almost killed
                         us, we thought that'd be all you
                         needed to make you join us for
                         good. And now...
                             (sighs; throws book away)
                         Now you've gone and spoiled it all.
                         We got you away from the Slayer and
                         the others at last, but now we're
                         going to have to do a bit more than
                         that. 

               He turns to Tattles, who tries to shrink away from him.

                                   TRINKETS (cont'd)
                         Take her to the Cage.

                                   TATTLES
                             (shaking head)
                         No, no, I don't want to go down
                         there, no, bad, bad, bad!

                                   TRINKETS
                             (stern)
                         Tattles! You know what we have to
                         do now!

               Willow starts to back away slowly, hoping nobody will notice -
               but Trinkets' head whips round, and with a gesture Willow's
               legs FREEZE. She struggles to move them, fixed to the spot,
               as a bashful looking Tattles walks slowly over. 

               Willow looks down at her, desperation all over her face.

                                   TATTLES
                         I'm sorry, Teach. I knew you'd find
                         out one day, but... I just thought
                         we'd have more time to play first.

               With a reluctant sigh, Tattles takes Willow's hands - and
               suddenly, Willow can move again, but all she can do is follow
               Tattles. It looks as though she's trying to fight against
               whatever's controlling her, but with no luck. 

               As Tattles leads Willow back out of the workshop, we cut away
               to:
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