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fd_FRIENDS_07x04 | fd_FRIENDS_07x04_0 | You are given a script of a TV episode. Summarize the episode in a paragraph.
Episode Script:
[Scene: Monica, Chandler, and Phoebe's, everyone is there and they are finishing watching the first episode of Mac and C.H.E.E.S.E. Joey is of course Mac.]
Mac: (on TV) Well, if we learned one thing today C.H.E.E.S.E. is that cheerleaders and high explosives don't mix. (Cut to Joey laughing while Rachel, Chandler, and Monica aren't amused.)
C.H.E.E.S.E: You can say that again Mac.
Mac: Well, I couldn't have done it without you buddy. You're a genius.
C.H.E.E.S.E: Oh yeah? Well then how come I can't get my VCR to stop blinking 12:00?
(They both break into a huge laugh and do that stop-motion thing they had at the end of ChiPs.)
Joey: (laughing and turning off the TV) So, what did you guys think?
(They all make happy faces as they are unable to express their feelings verbally. Finally, the phone rings and the race to answer it is won by Monica.)
Monica: (on phone) Hello? (Listens) Hold on please. Joey, it's your mom. (Hands him the phone.)
Chandler: It's your mommy. It's your mommy.
Ross: Ohhhh...
Rachel: That's nice.
Joey: (on phone) Mom, so what did you think? (He walks away allowing the gang a chance to figure out what they're gonna say.)
Rachel: Well that was umm...Okay.
Ross: It wasn't the best.
Chandler: That was one of the worse things ever. And not just on TV.
Monica: Wh-what are we gonna tell him?
Ross: Well, the lighting was okay.
Rachel: Ohh no you don't! You got lighting last time, lighting is mine!
Monica: And I have costumes.
Ross: Oh great! That means I'm stuck with, "So, we were watching you in there (Points to the TV) and you were sittin' right here! Whoa!"
(Phoebe gets up.)
Rachel: What are you gonna do Pheebs?
Phoebe: I don't know. I don't know. I can't lie to him again. Oh no I-no! I'm just gonna press my breasts up against him.
Chandler: And say nothing?
Phoebe: Uh-huh, yeah that's right.
Joey: (hangs up the phone) Wow! Well, my folks really liked it! So what-what did you guys think? (Phoebe smiles, walks up to him, and presses her breasts against him.) It wasn't that good.
Opening Credits
[Scene: Central Perk, Phoebe and Monica are reading on the couch.]
Monica: Phoebe, do you think that your favorite animal says much about you?
Phoebe: What? You mean behind my back?
Rachel: (entering, excitedly) Oh! Hi you guys, oh my God! You'll never gonna believe what happened to me today! I am sitting in my office and...
Joey: (entering from bathrooms excitedly) You guys! You guys! You're not gonna believe what my agent just told me!
Rachel: Joey! Kinda in the middle of a story here!
Joey: Ooh, sorry. Sorry. You finish, go.
Rachel: Okay, so anyway I'm sittin' in my office and guess who walks in.
Joey: I'm gonna be on two TV shows!
Monica and Phoebe: Oh, that's great!!
Rachel: Joey!
Joey: Oh, you weren't finished?
Rachel: Yeah! Guess who walks into my office is the end of my story. (To Monica and Phoebe) It was Ralph Lauren! (Monica and Phoebe gasp) Ralph Lauren walked into my office!
Joey: Uh Rach, if you're gonna start another story, at least let me finish mine.
Rachel: It's the same story.
Joey: (groans in disgust) Wow, it's really long.
Rachel: (ignoring him) Anyway, Ralph just came in to tell me that he's so happy with my work that he wants me to be the new merchandising manager for polo retail.
Monica: Still get a discount on wedding dresses?
Rachel: Yeah!
Monica: I'm so happy for you!
Joey: Well, these really are the days of our lives.
Monica: What?!
Joey: Well, since you ask. They want me back on Days of Our Lives!
Phoebe: (gasps) Oh God!
Rachel: I got-I get a big pay raise!
Phoebe: Oh hey!
Joey: I'll be playing Drake Ramoray's twin brother, Stryker!
Monica: Oooh!
Rachel: I get to hire my own assistant!
Monica and Phoebe: Ahhh!!
Joey: (jumps up) Well-I got a head rush from standing up too fast right there.
[Scene: Rachel's New Office, she's interviewing a potential new assistant, Hilda.]
Rachel: (reading the resume) And you were at this job for four years?
Hilda: That's right.
Rachel: Okay, well this is all very impressive Hilda, um I just have one last question for you. Uh, how did I do? Was this okay?
Hilda: What?
Rachel: I've never interviewed anyone before. I've actually never had anyone work for me before. Although when I was a kid, we did have a maid, but this is-this isn't the same thing.
Hilda: No dear. It's not.
Rachel: No. Yeah, and I know that. All right, well thank you so much for coming in, it was nice to meet you.
Hilda: Thank you! Good meeting you.
Rachel: All right. (Hilda exits) I'm a total pro!
(There's a knock on the door and a handsome man enters.)
Man: Hello?
Rachel: (seeing him) Wow! H-umm! Hi! Yes, uh I'm sorry the models are actually down the hall.
Man: Actually, I'm here about the assistant job.
Rachel: Really?! (Taking his resume) Okay well then, all right, well just have a seat there. Umm, so what's-what is-what's your name?
Man: Tag Jones.
Rachel: Uh-huh, go on.
Tag: That's it. That's my whole name.
Rachel: That's your whole name, okay of course it is! Okay, well let's-let's just have a look-see here. (Looking at his resume)
Tag: I know I haven't worked in an office before, and I really don't have a lot of experience, but uh...
Rachel: Oh come on, what are you talking about? You've got three years painting houses. Two whole summers at T.G.I. Friday's, come on!
Tag: It's lame, I know. But I'm a goal-oriented person, very eager to learn...
Rachel: Okay, hold on just a second. (She grabs a camera out of the desk and takes his picture.) I'm sorry, it's for human resources, everybody has to do it. Could you just stand up please?
[Scene: Central Perk, Chandler is sitting on the couch when some unknown guy comes in and sits in their easy chair.]
Chandler: No-no-no-no. (Waves him away as Monica and Phoebe enter whispering to each other.) Hey! (Monica shushes him.)
Phoebe: (To Monica) Anyway, I should go. Okay, bye.
Monica: (To Chandler) Hey sweetie.
Chandler: Hi sweetie. So, what was with all the whispering?
Monica: I can't tell you. It's a secret.
Chandler: Secret? Married people aren't supposed to have secrets between one another. We have too much love and respect for one another.
Monica: Awww. (Kisses him.) But still no.
Chandler: No I'm serious, we should tell each other everything. I do not have any secrets from you.
Monica: Really? Okay, so why don't you tell me what happened to Ross Junior year at Disneyland?
Chandler: Oh no-no, I can't do that.
Monica: If you tell me, I'll tell you what Phoebe said.
Chandler: Okay.
Monica: Okay.
Chandler: So, Ross and I are going to Disneyland and we stop at this restaurant for tacos. And when I say restaurant, I mean a guy, a hibachi, and the trunk of his car. So Ross has about 10 tacos. And anyway, we're on Space Mountain and Ross starts to feel a little iffy.
Monica: Oh my God. He threw up?
Chandler: No, he visited a little town south of throw up. (Monica laughs hysterically.) So what was Phoebe's secret?
Monica: Oh, Nancy Thompson from Phoebe's old massage place is getting fired.
Chandler: That's it?! I gave up my Disneyland story for that?
Monica: That's right! You lose sucker!! (Pause) Please still marry me.
[Scene: Monica, Chandler, and Phoebe's, Chandler, Rachel, and Phoebe are there.]
Rachel: Chandler, you have an assistant right?
Chandler: (angrily) Did she call? You-you told her I was sick right? Always tell her I am sick!
Rachel: No, I-I just don't know how you decide who to hire. I mean I've got it narrowed down to two people. One of them has great references and a lot of experience and then there's this guy...
Chandler: What about him?
Rachel: I love him. He's so pretty I wanna cry! I don't know what to do. Tell me what to do.
Phoebe: Come on you know what to do! You hire the first one! You don't hire an assistant because they're cute, you hire them because they're qualified.
Rachel: Uh-huh. No, I hear what you're saying and-and-and that makes a lot of sense but can I just say one more thing? (Takes out his picture.) Look how pretty!
Phoebe: Let's see. (Looking at the picture) Oh my God! Oh... But no! No! You can't-you can't hire him, because that-it's not professional. Umm, this is for me (The picture) yes? Thanks. (Puts it in her pocket.)
Rachel: Okay you're right. I'll hire Hilda tomorrow. Dumb old perfect for the job Hilda!
Chandler: Let me see this guy. (Phoebe hands him the picture.) W-H-Wow! Don't show this to Monica! And don't tell her about the W-H-Wow!
[Scene: The Days of Our Lives producer's office, Joey is entering to find Terry there.]
Terry: Hey-hey-hey Joey!
Joey: Hey Terry!
Terry: Good to see you again!
Joey: It's been a while, huh? Wow, it's funny these halls look smaller than they used to.
Terry: It's a different building.
Joey: So! Stryker Ramoray huh? When do you want me to start?
Terry: Why don't we start right now!
Joey: Okay.
Terry: Here are the audition scenes. (Holds out the script.)
Joey: (looking between the pages and him) Audition? I thought you were gonna offer me the part.
Terry: Why would you think that?
Joey: Well, I was Dr. Drake Ramoray, Stryker's twin brother. I mean, who looks more me than me right?
Terry: Everybody has to audition.
Joey: Y'know Terry, I-I don't really need to do this. I got my own cable TV series, (Pause) with a robot.
Terry: I'm sorry Joey that's...that's the way it is.
Joey: Well. I guess you think you're pretty special huh? Sittin' up here in your fancy small hall building. Makin' stars jump through hoops for ya, huh? Well y'know what? (Throws the script away) This is one star who's hoop... This is a star that the hoop-this hoop-I was Dr. Drake Ramoray!
[Scene: Rachel's office, she's there as Tag knocks on the door and enters carrying a plant.]
Rachel: Hi! Tag. What are you doing here?
Tag: I just wanted to come by and thank you for not laughing in my face yesterday. And I noticed there aren't any plants in your office so I wanted to bring you your first... (Notices her plant) There is a plant in your office.
Rachel: Kinda.
Tag: Right. So I guess I shouldn't put "good at noticing stuff" on my resume. (Sets the plant down on her desk.)
Rachel: Oh-ohh, thank you.
Tag: Anyway, I'm guessing you hired somebody.
Rachel: Well...
Tag: Gotcha. Thanks again for meeting with me. (Starts to leave.)
Rachel: But I hired you!
Tag: What?
Rachel: Yeah! You-you got the job! You're my new assistant!
Tag: I am?!
Rachel: Yeah!
Tag: I can't believe it!
Rachel: Me either. Umm, all right, first thing I need you to do is go downstairs and find a women named Hilda and tell her to go home.
[Scene: Monica, Chandler, and Phoebe's, Monica is setting the table for dinner as Chandler enters.]
Chandler: Hey.
Monica: Hey! Good, you're home!
Chandler: Oh it's always nicer to hear than, "Aw crap! You again!"
Monica: Hey baby. (Kisses him.)
Chandler: Hey.
Monica: I made you a surprise.
Chandler: Oh yeah?
Monica: Yeah, tacos! Ever since you told me that story I've had such a craving for them.
Chandler: Did you not understand the story?
Ross: (entering) Hey!
Chandler: Hey! What's up?
Monica: Ross!
Ross: Oh, nothin' much. Just trying to figure out what I'm gonna do for dinner.
Chandler: Huh.
Ross: (notices the table) Hey-Ooh! What's-what's that, dinner stuff? You making dinner?
Chandler: No! (The oven dings.) Shhh!
Ross: What you got over there? Tacos?
Monica: No! No. They're umm... They're just uh...ground beef smileys. (Holding up one of the shells.)
Ross: Uhh, those are tacos.
Monica: Excuse me Mr. Mexico.
Ross: Eh, either way I'll pass. (Quietly to Chandler) I still can't eat those. (Monica is getting something out of the fridge and starts laughing.) What's so funny?!
Monica: (trying not to laugh) I'm not laughing.
(Ross and Chandler move closer to her and she starts laughing again.)
Ross: (To Chandler) You told her!
Chandler: Nancy Thompson's getting fired! (Monica slaps him on the shoulder.)
Ross: (To Monica) Look, okay-okay I had food poisoning! It's not like I chose to do it! It's not like-It's not like I said, "Umm, what would make this ride more fun?!"
Monica: You're right. I mean I'm sorry. Yeah, I shouldn't be laughing. I should be laying down papers for you! (Runs off laughing which gets Chandler laughing.)
Ross: (To Chandler) How could you tell her?!
Chandler: I had to okay?! We're getting married! Married couples can't keep secrets from one another!
Ross: Oh really? Well I-I guess Monica should know about Atlantic City.
Chandler: Du-ude!
Monica: (running up to Ross) What happened in Atlantic City?!
Ross: Well, Chandler and I are in a bar...
Chandler: Did you not hear me say, "Du-ude?!"
Ross: And this girl is making eyes at Chandler, okay? So after awhile he-he goes over to her and uh, after a minute or two, I see them kissing. Now, I know what you're thinking, Chandler's not the type of guy who just goes to bars and makes out with girls, and you're right, Chandler's not the type of guy who just goes to bars and makes out with...girls.
Monica: (To Chandler) You kissed a guy?!! Oh my God.
Chandler: In my defense, it was dark and he was a very pretty guy.
Ross: Oh Mon, I laughed so hard...
Chandler: Ho-ho, so hard we had to throw out your underwear again?
Ross: Whatever dude, you kissed a guy.
[SCENE_BREAK]
[Scene: Joey and Rachel's, Phoebe is giving Joey a massage as Rachel enters.]
Rachel: Hi!
Joey: Hey.
Phoebe: Hey-Ooh, how's Hilda? Is she working out?
Rachel: Ohh, my new assistant is working out, yes.
Joey: Was she happy you gave her the job?
Rachel: Oh, my-my new assistant was very happy that I hired my new assistant.
(The phone rings and Joey answers it.)
Joey: (on phone) Hello? (Listens) Oh hey! Can you, can you hang on a second? (To Phoebe and Rachel) It's the producers over at Mac and C.H.E.E.S.E. can you excuse me for a minute? (On phone) Hey, funny you should call. I was just looking over next week's script. (Listens) Canceled?! (Listens) Like they're taking it off the air? (Listens) Ohh. (Listens) All right, see you Monday. (Listens) We're not even shootin' them anymore?!! (Listens) All right, bye! (Hangs up) They canceled Mac and C.H.E.E.S.E!
Phoebe: Sorry.
Rachel: I'm sorry Joey.
Joey: Why would they do that?! It was a good show right?!
(Phoebe and Rachel both pause, look at each other, and go press their breasts against him. Which Joey doesn't mind, of course.)
[SCENE_BREAK]
[Scene: Monica, Chandler, and Phoebe's, Chandler, Monica, and Ross are still giving away all of their secrets.]
Chandler: You wanna tell secrets?! Okay! Okay! In college, Ross used to wear leg warmers!
Ross: All right! All right! Chandler entered a Vanilla Ice look-a-like contest and won!
Chandler: Ross came in fourth and cried!
Monica: Oh my God! (Laughing)
Ross: Oh, is that funny?! Oh, you-you find that funny?! Well maybe Chandler should know some of your secrets too!
Monica: I-I already told him everything! (Threateningly) You shush!!
Ross: Once Monica was sent to her room without dinner, so she ate the macaroni off a jewelry box she'd made.
Monica: Ross used to stay up every Saturday night to watch Golden Girls!
Ross: Monica couldn't tell time 'til she was 13!
Monica: It's hard for some people!
Chandler: (To Monica) Of course it is. (Mouths to Ross) Wow-whoa!
Monica: Chandler one time wore my underwear to work!
Chandler: Hey!!!
Monica: Ohh, I'm sorry I couldn't think of any more for Ross!
Ross: Ohh! Ohh! In college, Chandler got drunk and slept with the lady who cleaned our dorm!
Chandler: That was you!
Ross: Whatever dude, you kissed a guy.
[Scene: Joey and Rachel's, Joey is still bumming about cancellation of Mac and C.H.E.E.S.E.]
Joey: How could this happen to me?! Yesterday I had two TV shows! Today, I got nothin'!
Rachel: Well wait a minute, what happened to Days of Our Lives?
Joey: Uh, well they might be a little mad at me over there.
Phoebe: What happened?
Joey: Well maybe I got a little upset and maybe I told them where they could go.
Rachel: Joey, why would you do that?
Joey: Because they wanted me to audition!
Phoebe: You! An actor?! That's madness!
[Scene: Rachel's Outer Office, Tag is sitting at his desk as Rachel walks up. She stops and watches him pick up the phone.]
Tag: Rachel Green's office. (Hangs up.)
Rachel: Tag? (He turns and looks at her.) Hi, who was that?
Tag: (shyly) Nobody. I was just practicing.
Rachel: Really? (Giggles.)
(Phoebe rounds the corner.)
Phoebe: Hi!
Tag: Hi! Rachel Green's office.
Phoebe: You must be Hilda.
Rachel: Yeah, this is Tag. Tag, this is Phoebe. Phoebe, can I see you for a second? (Goes into office.)
Tag: Phoebe! That's a great name.
Phoebe: Oh, you like that? You should hear my phone number.
Rachel: (grabbing Phoebe) Okay. We'll be right back. (They go into her office and she closes the door.)
Phoebe: So you hired yourself a little treat did ya?
Rachel: All right I know, I know how it looks Pheebs, but I'm telling you...
Phoebe: But-but you know you cannot get involved with your assistant.
Rachel: Yes, I know that. I know that. And I know that hiring him was probably not the smartest thing that I've ever done. But I'm telling you, from this moment on I swear this is strictly professional. (There's a knock on the door.) Yes?
(Kathy enters (Because she's listed in the credits).)
Kathy: Hey Rachel!
Rachel: Hi!
Kathy: Cute assistant! What's his story? Is he...
Rachel: Gay? Yeah. (Kathy leaves dejectedly.)
[Scene: Terry's office, Joey has come to beg for a second chance.]
Joey: Hey! Terry.
Terry: Joey Tribbiani! I'm surprised your big head could fit through our small halls! (Gets up) I gotta go Joey.
Joey: Wait! Terry! Wait-Look-Wait I-I... Look, I'm really sorry about before. I was an idiot thinking I'm too big to audition for you. You gotta give me another chance.
Terry: I can't help you Joey.
Joey: Wait! Terry! Please! Look, I just lost my other job. Okay? You have no idea how much I need this. Please, help me out, for old times sake.
[Cut to a hospital room set on the Days of Our Lives stage. Two nurses are standing next to a bed with a man whose face is completely covered in bandages and reading his chart.]
Nurse #1: This poor guy's been in a coma for five years. It's hopeless.
Nurse #2: It's not hopeless! Dr. Stryker Ramoray's a miracle worker. Look, here he comes.
(Stryker enters, only it's not Joey playing him.)
Dr. Stryker Ramoray: Good morning. (He walks over to the bed, leans down, and whispers to him.) Drake, it's your brother Stryker. Can you hear me?
The Director: And cut!
Joey: (jumping up and removing the bandages) I'm back baby! Ha-ha-ha!
[Scene: Central Perk, Chandler, Monica, and Ross are sitting there and not talking to each other.]
Monica: Y'know, in my defense, umm there was no glitter on the macaroni and very little glue.
Ross: And in my defense, the cleaning lady came on to me!
Chandler: (To Monica) You have no trouble telling time now right?
Monica: No!
Chandler: Quick! What time is it?! (Holds his watch in front of her face.)
Monica: I don't know! Time to kiss a guy maybe?! (Ross laughs.) What are you laughing at Pampers? (He stops laughing and glares at her.)
Chandler: Y'know when I said that because we're getting married that we should share everything and not have any secrets?
Monica: Yeah?
Chandler: Yeah that was stupid. Let's not do that.
Monica: Ohh, absolutely.
Ross: And! We should keep all the stuff uh, we told each other secret from everybody else.
Monica: Yeah, definitely!
Ross: Okay, (gets up) if you'll excuse me, I-I'm gonna go hang out with some people who don't know the Space Mountain story.
Monica: Then, I'd steer clear of Phoebe.
Ross: Man! (Monica mouths, "I'm sorry.")
Chandler: Yeah, and not that you would, but I wouldn't hang out with...all the guys in my office.
(Ross storms out.)
Ending Credits
[Scene: Rachel's office, she's looking at a picture of Tag when he knocks and enters.]
Rachel: (noticing him) Hi! (Puts the pictures away.)
Tag: Do you have a minute?
Rachel: Well yeah, sure, what's up?
Tag: I got asked out twice today when I was at lunch...by guys.
Rachel: Oh really?!
Tag: Yeah. Did you tell someone that I was gay?
Rachel: Oh, did you not want people to know that?
Tag: But I'm not gay. And I especially wouldn't want you to think I was gay.
Rachel: Why's that?
Tag: I don't think I should say.
Rachel: Ohh, you can say. Come on, I don't want you to feel like you can't tell me things. (Motions for him to sit down.)
Tag: Okay.
Rachel: 'Kay.
Tag: Well...
Rachel: Yeah.
Tag: I'd love to ask out your friend Phoebe.
Rachel: (Pause) Yeah, she's gay.
Summary:
| Rachel must choose between a hunky young guy, Tag, or an experienced and well-qualified woman, to hire as her executive assistant. Joey is offered the part of Dr. Stryker Ramoray, the twin of his old character Dr. Drake Ramoray, on Days of Our Lives but is offended when he is asked to audition. However, when Mac and C.H.E.E.S.E. is cancelled, Joey finds himself crawling back to the producers. Monica, Chandler, and Ross (who wore leg warmers) all reveal secrets about each other. Monica tells Phoebe's secret of an employee getting fired. Chandler reveals about his trip to Disneyland where Ross ended up ill on a ride after eating road-side tacos. Ross tells Monica about an Atlantic City trip where Chandler accidentally kissed a guy. Fat Monica ate her macaroni diorama. Ross kissed a cleaning lady. | 95 | 20,533 | 20,535 | 20,535 | ... [The rest of the episode script is omitted]
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fd_Buffy_the_Vampire_Slayer_04x14 | fd_Buffy_the_Vampire_Slayer_04x14_0 | You are given a script of a TV episode. Summarize the episode in a paragraph.
Episode Script:
An Initiative briefing.
Maggie: This is your objective.
Narrator: Previously on Buffy the vampire slayer.
Walsh: .. demon classed as the Polgara species
Engelman: ...bone skewers jut from the creature's forearms during battle. It's imperative not to damage its arms.
Buffy: Why exactly can't we damage this polka thing's arms?
Cut to Engelman and Walsh in a lab.
Engelman: She's an unnecessary risk.
Cut to Walsh speaking to Buffy.
Walsh: Two of our hostiles broke free
Cut to Buffy faces the two demons
Walsh: and escaped into the tunnels
Cut to Walsh and Riley in the Initiative.
Walsh: She's dead Riley.
Riley: I don't understand. On the monitors behind them.
Buffy: Professor Walsh if you think that's enough to kill me. you really don't know what a slayer is.
Cut to Walsh musing in lab.
Walsh: She wants a fight we'll give her one.
Cut to Buffy talking.
Buffy: It's not safe for any of us.
Cut to Walsh musing in lab.
Walsh: And then when she least expects it, ahhh. She is impaled by a skewer.
Walsh: Adam.
Adam: Mommy.
cut to Giles apt. This scene is a direct continuation of the previous episode with a time gap of perhaps one to five minutes. Buffy is talking to Giles, Willow, Xander, Anya and Spike.
Buffy: So Maggie sends me down into the sewers with one of those blasto guns and the next thing I know it's raining monsters.
Xander: Hallelujah.
Buffy: And then this gate slams down behind me and I-I try to use the gun but it goes pfft.
Giles: You're saying that Maggie Walsh set you up?
Buffy: That's exactly what I'm saying. She sent me on a one way recon.
Spike: Got to hand it to you goldilocks - you do have bleeding tragic taste in men. I've got a cousin married to a regurgitating {{frovilops}} demon {that's} got better instincts than you.
Buffy: What does my taste in men have to do with this?
Spike: You think Riley was out knitting booties for your future offspring while Maggie stringing you up? Anya, Xander and Giles are silent.
Buffy: You guys think Riley had something to do with this.
Giles: Um, probably not but we, uh, be remiss if we didn't think all the possibilities {through}.
Buffy: {Great./Right.} Remiss. No! No, Maggie made sure that he was nowhere around when she sent me on this very special make Buffy dead assignment.
Willow: Plus Riley he seems like he wouldn't tell a little white lie let alone a whole bunch of big dirty ones.
Xander: That's why they call it the secret forces Will, cause they kinda keep the whole lying thing to themselves.
Buffy: All I know is that Maggie has it in for me which means the Initiative has it in for me.
Xander: I'm guessing the mad scientist isn't too keen on the fact that the entire scooby gang knows that the Initiative is up to no good.
Buffy: Which brings us back to the not safe for any of us concept.
Giles: What could have happened to make Professor Walsh want to kill you?
Buffy: I don't know, uh. She wasn't keen on the fact that I was asking a lot of questions that's for sure.
Anya: So you were getting too close to something.
Giles: Clearly. Although one can only imagine what she'd be so desperate to hide.
cut to An Initiative exit. A being exits. Adam is sewn together from parts of different demons. He has a metal brace on his left leg, there are metal parts on the left side of his face and the back of his head, his right breast, his right shoulder and forearm of his right arm. The only recognizably human portion is the right upper side of his face and his hair. His left eye is red. He had green and grey-pink demon parts sewn together and there is a huge scar or seam with what could be links of a large chain reinforcing it running down the middle of his chest. He is a mix of demon, Frankenstein monster and Terminator/Borg. It smiles. roll credits
Buffy: Everybody grab a weapon. We've gotta move. Buffy hands Xander an ax and Anya a grappling hook (like a fisherman might use.)
Xander: Storm the Initiative. Yeah let's take on those suckers.
Buffy: I was thinking more that we'd hide.
Xander: Oh thank God.
Giles: I think perhaps we should talk about this.
Buffy: We need to relocate someplace we're less likely to be found. We need to come up with a plan.
Willow: We could go to my place.
Buffy: The Initiative guys know how close we are. They'll automatically check the places that you hang out. Xander, what about your basement? The guys haven't seen us together that much and there's enough room.
Willow: Ooh Plus mirrored ball.
Xander: Cool! Come on down and boogie at Xander's hideaway.
Anya (less happy): Yes, come boogie.
Giles: Absolutely not! I will not squat in that dank hole.
Spike: What, it was good enough for me, but you're above it all?
Giles: Precisely. Besides I-I don't see why we can't stay right where we are. Pfft. It's very unlikely that those Initiative boys are going to come round here to look for uh_ Door bangs open. Riley enters.
Riley: Buffy! God Buffy are you ok? What happened?
Buffy: You know?
Riley: I know something went down. umph. Tell me.
Buffy: Maggie tried to kill me.
Anya: It didn't work, but they're all upset anyway.
Riley: Ok listen I need you to go over everything step by step. There has to be..has to be some kind of mistake
Xander: There was no mistake. And how do you know something happened?
Riley: I was on a mission but I came back and... I'm not sure.. Look let's just keep her heads and not jump to any _ Riley stops and is staring.
Buffy: What?
Riley: That's hostile 17.
Spike: No, I'm just a friend of Xaannderr's. Pfftt. Spike drops his drawl.
Spike: Bugger it. I'm your guy.
Buffy: This is Spike. He's um.. It's a really long story b-but he's not bad anymore. Spike jumps up.
Spike: Hey! What am I, a bleeding broken record? I'm bad it's just I can't bite anymore. Thanks to you w*nk*rs. Spike indicates Riley with a head movement.
Riley: We've been looking all over the place for him - but you've known where's he's been all along.
Buffy: It's not like that.
Riley: Then what is it like?.. What's he doing here?
Spike: Leaving you swabs to your dramatics, thanks. I've got my stories on the telly for that. Spike puts on his black leather coat
Spike: By the by. If you're trying to kill her. Spike leans back with a big grin and two thumbs up. (His Fonzie imitation?) Buffy and Willow roll their eyes. Spike runs out the door into the sunlight covering his head and arms with his coat.
Riley: Buffy, what is this? You're hiding an H.S.T.?
Xander: Why don't you just back off and let her ask the questions, Jack? Your boss just tried to make monster food out of her. Riley looks around. Giles crosses his arms. Riley: I-I didn't see much, I wasn't there unnhhh. All I know is that Professor Walsh told me you were dead but then I saw you on the monitors. Ummph. {look} This isn't Professor Walsh. Ummph. There must be something making her act this way. Something ummph I don't know, controlling her.
Giles (softly): We think Buffy may have been becoming too inquisitive. That she was getting close to something that Professor Walsh was trying to hide. Do you have any idea what that might be?
Buffy: What about 314? Maybe that's it.
Riley: Maybe she was trying to test you. What if it was only a drill?
Buffy: Then why did she tell you I was dead? Riley it wasn't a test.
Giles (softly): See I've heard rumors that the Initiative isn't all that we've been told. That, um, secretly they're working toward some darker purpose, something that might harm us all.
Riley: No! That's - that's not what happens there.
Buffy: Riley!
Riley: I would know!
Buffy: No one is sure of anything, ok? We're were just trying to sort it out.
Riley: I can't be here. I'll sort it out on my own.
Buffy: Riley.
Riley: No. Just, umph, I'm sorry. Riley leaves.
Cut to A forested area. A small boy, perhaps 7 to 9, is squatting and playing with a silver armored doll. His bike is beside him. Adam sees the boy and approaches.
Adam: What am I? The boy stands.
Boy: You're a monster.
Adam (resigned?): I thought so. Adam (curious?): What are you?
Boy: Me? I'm a boy.
Adam: A boy. How do you work?
Boy: I don' know. I just do. Boy points to bone skewer/spur coming of Adam's wrist.
Boy: What's that for? Adam raises his wrist to look at the skewer, then looks at the boy. Adam smiles.
Cut to Riley wandering the campus at night. He passes a couple on a bench. A solitary student passes him.
Cut to Engelman entering darkened lab. He flicks the light switch several times but nothing happens.
Engelman: Dr Walsh? Engelman closes the door slowly.
Engelman: Adam? Engelman slips and falls. He sees red on his hands and realizes it is blood. He looks to see the puddle leads to a body. He trembles and scrambles back.
Cut to Mirrored ball in Xander's basement. Zooming and engine sounds are heard. Reflected light from the ball strikes Giles in the eye waking him. He is sleeping in plastic furniture. Pan past a makeshift curtain to Willow, Anya and Buffy in bed watching television. Wiley Coyote drops a wrecking ball on a chain. The ball misses the Roadrunner and instead of stopping halfway up, continues in a full circle, taking out Wiley Coyote.
Buffy: That would never happen.
Willow: Well, no Buff, that's why they call them cartoons, not documentaries.
Giles: Must we have the noise. My head is splitting. Giles is standing and turns off the tv.
Willow: Well, look who's cranky bear in the morning.
Giles: Yes I can't imagine why I didn't sleep well in my beach ball.
Anya: Every time you moved it made squeaky noises. It was irritating.
Giles: Really. I'm surprised you could hear it over your Wagnerian snoring.
Buffy: Ok you guys, could we not please? Everything's screwed up enough without you two doing scenes from my parent's marriage.
Anya (to Giles): Sorry.
Giles (to Anya): {Sorry/Sallright.}
Buffy: Thank you.
Willow: It'll be ok Buffy, Riley's just confused, that's all.
Buffy: I don't know. It just seems like things could get heavier. His whole world's falling apart.
Anya: And after everything you've been through with Angel. You really should get yourself a boring boyfriend. Like Xander. You can't have Xander!
Buffy: That was the idea. Riley was supposed to be Mr. {{Joe Guy.}} We were going to do dumb things like hold hands through the daises going tra-la-la.
Willow: Poor Buffy. Your life resists all things average.
Anya: So dump him. But you can't have Xander!
Buffy: I'll try and remember that. It's too late anyway - I'm already at the I hurt when he hurts, I smile when he smiles stage.
Anya: I hate that part.
Buffy: I'll just have to make it work. Xander comes down the stairs carrying a breakfast tray with orange juice and some food.
Xander: Turn on the tv. Now! Willow does so and lays down again.
TV Announcer: Sunnydale is still reeling from news of the crime. A source in the coroner's office tells us that the boy was stabbed with what looks like some kind of large skewer and his body was then mutilated. Police have not named a suspect and the killer is still at large.
Buffy: The Polgara demon had a skewer in its arm. That's the one that Maggie insisted we bring back alive. Giles: She must have sent it after you.
Buffy: And it got distracted... God.
Willow: Buffy, its not your fault. Anya shakes head.
Willow: How could you know?
Giles: She's right. You mustn't blame yourself. Xander shakes head.
Buffy: I'm not going to. I'm going to the crime scene to see what I can find out. Buffy stands.
Buffy: You guys research the Polgara demon. I want to know where it is. When I find it I'm going to make him pay for taking that kid's life, I'll make him die in ways he can't even imagine.
Anya's eyes lower. Buffy: That probably would have sounded more commanding if I wasn't wearing my yummy sushi pajamas.
Cut to Frat house. Riley starts walking up the stairs. Forest sees him and catches up.
Forrest: Hey. Where've you been all night? Well, congratulations. I see you and Buffy have finally gotten past the shy phase.
Riley: I wasn't with Buffy. I had to be alone, think some things through.
Forrest: What things? Riley enters his room and closes the door behind Forest.
Forrest: This is mighty ominous. Forrest: What's up man?
Riley: Professor Walsh tried to have Buffy killed. Forrest: What? Did Buffy tell you that, I mean do you have any proof?
Riley: I saw enough to know it's true.
Forrest: I don't get it. Why?
Riley: I dunno. Buffy thinks that she's getting too close to something - that Professor Walsh has some secret.
Forrest: I wouldn't put it past Buffy to get on Professor Walsh's bad side. She tends to put her nose where it doesn't belong.
Riley: What?
Forrest: She's a pain. Always wanting to know why this and why that?
Riley: And you're saying she should die because of that?
Forrest: I don't know. Maybe Professor Walsh found out that Buffy was up to something bad. That ever cross your mind?
Riley: Why does it bug you so much that I'm hanging with her? Is it because she's a better soldier than you?
Forrest: It bugs me that she's using you to infiltrate our operation.
Riley: So you saying that she's a spy? Hmpph You're crazy.
Forrest: Riley think about it. The professor's not stupid, she tried to kill Buffy, maybe Buffy needed killing. Graham enters.
Graham: Guys.
Riley: Not now {Brian/Graham/Brad}. Graham doesn't leave.
Forrest: What is it?
Graham: Professor Walsh is dead.
Cut to Initiative lab. Riley goes to see Walsh's body. Two scientists kneel over it. Military garbed types are standing guard. Forrest arrives moments later.
Forrest: Look at that wound. She's been staked, wouldn't you say brother?
Riley: What?
Forrest: Only one person I can think of that who could do something like that.
Riley: You better not be saying what I think you're saying. When we don't know a person did this - the Polgara demon has skewers. Riley walks off. Forrest walks after him.
Forrest: {No way } man that's your girlfriend's m.o. Riley grabs Forest's shirt.
Riley: That's a serious accusation. You better be ready to deal with the consequences. Forrest shoves Riley back.
Forrest: Bring em on. That supernatural freak has blinded you and I'm sick of it.
Riley: That's enough.
Engelman: Stand back {man/Finn}. Show some respect. Listen, everybody's upset but arguing isn't going to help anything and it's certainly not what Professor Walsh would want.
Riley: No sir.
Engelman: Alright, good. Now Washington is sending in a team to do an internal investigation. I've been told we have to wait for their word.
Riley: What do you mean wait? This has to be the work of the Polgara demon we captured last week.
Engelman: Probably. It looks like last night the Polgara escaped through tunnel 72. Riley: It's out loose somewhere?
Engelman: I'm afraid so.
Riley: Then we have to go after it.
Engelman: My orders from Washington are for a total lock down until they arrive. I'm sorry. Now, return to your quarters. There's nothing you can do here.
cut to Riley and some commandos alone.
Riley: Listen. Engelman can talk all he wants, but I'm still in charge 'til the brass gets here and tells me otherwise and I say we've got a demon to hunt. Now suit up for armed patrol And by that I mean loaded guns, men. Target practice is over. We're {going} for blood.
Cut to daylight. The Initiative is entering mausoleums or burial crypts.
various voices: Move. Let's go inside. Establish a perimeter. {unintelligible} back. Forrest and Graham enter a crypt.
Forrest: Somebody's been staying here.
Graham: What do you think, a homeless guy?
Forrest: Could be - or a squatter of the demon variety.
Graham: Not the Polgara.
Forrest: Who cares? I see a demon - it dies. Graham puts his hand on the tv.
Graham: It's warm. Both remove cover of a fixed stone coffin only to find bones and a black shroud/dress.
Forrest: Damn. Forrest smashes the tv with the butt of his gun as he leaves.
Forrest: Animals! Spike peeks out from beneath the bones and the black dress or shroud. He exhales.
cut to The crime scene. Buffy looks from a distance. Yellow tape surround a policeman, someone in plain clothes and two ambulance personnel. Behind Buffy Riley approaches past a policeman dressed in commando garb.
Riley: Buffy. Hey. Buffy: Hey.
Buffy: Look I'm sorry about earlier. I know that {{au burn?}} came on pretty strong. And the Spike thing isn't as tweaked as it looks. Ok maybe it is but there's an explanation that almost makes sense. Hello. I'm apologizing here. And I-I think that's pretty big of me considering I'm the one who was almost made a demon sandwich. This is the part where you throw me a bone.
Riley: Maggie's dead. silence
Riley: Happy now?
Buffy: How can you ask me that? Of course I'm not happy. What happened?
Riley: That's classified.
Buffy: Classifie_ The Polgara. It got her and escaped. Didn't it?
Buffy: I'm gonna find it. I'm gonna find it and destroy it. And then you can stop asking me how happy all this death makes me. She walks away
Cut to knocks Tara opens her door.
Willow: Howdy.
Tara: I just got your message a minute ago. I was in class. But I was about to call you.
Willow: I had so much fun the other night, those spells.
Tara: Yeah, that was nice.
Willow: I hope you don't think that I just come over for the spells and everything. I mean ,I really like just talking and hanging out with you and stuff.
Tara: I know that. But you wanna do a spell.
Willow: Yeah. Tara giggles.
Willow: But only because it's really important. There's this..
Tara: No you don't have to explain I don't mind really. I've been uh thinking about that last spell we did... all day.
Willow: You have?
Tara: Mmmhmmm.
Willow: Well this one should be really fun too. We conjure the goddess Thespia to help us locate demonic energy in the area.
Tara: The goddess Thespia. Are you sure we're ready for that?
Willow: You and me! This is beneath us.
Tara: Ok. exhales Tara: If you say so.
cut to bar Buffy enters. Willy cringes and moves down to the end of the bar after tilting his head to tell Buffy to move down there. Demons are drinking, hanging out.
Willy: You're killing me here.
Buffy: Oh missed you too. Joint's jumping.
Willy: Yeah ya know. I'm making some changes with my life. Getting away from my old image.
Buffy: You mean as a double dealing snitch.
Willy: Uh Hunh. I know you're going think I'm blowing smoke, but after those Apocalypse demons nearly did me in I had an experience of the spiritual variety.
Buffy: That's swell really. But I need to know if you've heard anything about a Polgara demon doing some killings in the last few days.
Willy: You see that's the thing. I don't talk behind people's backs no more. And I'm bringing some class to the joint, ya know. It's Willy's Place now, see. Brings in a better clientele. I got one of those deep fryers. These demons just go crazy for chicken fingers. Look - if they see me dealing with you then I'm just the same old Willy working both sides of the street.
Buffy: I'm going to have to punch you aren't I?
Willow: Just once and it don't have to hurt, just make it look good. Buffy cocks her arm.
Willy: Ohhh. Oww.
Buffy: Not yet. I haven't touched you Willy: Sorry right, right, g-go ahead. Wait. Willy (loudly): No! I can't talk to you! Buffy punches him. She doesn't seem to have held back. Willy grabs his nose.
Willy: Ohhh! Owwww!
Buffy: What have you heard about the Polgara?
Willy: Heard there was one around a week or two back. Word was you got him. You and those army guys.
Buffy: And that was the last you heard?
Willy: Yeah as far as I know he's off the streets.
Buffy: What about those army guys? What do you know? You heard anything about 314? Beads rattle as Riley enters.
Buffy: What are you doing here? Following me?
Riley: You told me you were tracking the Polgara demon, I thought I'd help. But now I see you're not hunting demons you're socializing with them. Again! I thought you were supposed to be killing these things not buying them drinks.
Buffy: Oh that's smooth, officer Riley. They teach you those undercover moves in special forces?
Riley: No I'm serious Buffy. What are you doing here?
Willy: Just cooling her dogs like the rest of us. Why don't you sit down, relax?
Riley: I want you to tell me. Who are you?
Willy: No kidding. How about I get you some chicken fingers on the house?
Riley: Hey think you could shut up!
Willy: Look I'm just saying.
Riley: I said shut up! Or maybe you'd like to go back to the lab with me. I'm sure the coats would love to classify a - whatever you are.
Buffy: Leave him alone Riley, he's human.
Riley: So he's human. Riley is trembling.
Buffy: You're shaking.
Riley: He just harbors demons. Which makes him a good guy like you? Riley grabs Buffy's arms.
Riley: The truth, Buffy, now!
Buffy: You have the truth. You are just screwed up because of what happened to Professor Walsh to see it. Now let go of me. Buffy breaks his grip. An old woman starts to leave. Riley: Hold it you! Riley turns with drawn pistol pointed at the woman.
Riley: No leaving til I say so! His hand is trembling.
Willy: Hey! We got new rules here, no killing.
Riley: Right. Except rules don't seem to apply much these days do they? Like if I shot you right now I don't know if I'd have a corpse on my hands or one pissed off vampire.
Buffy: Riley.
Riley: I mean who do you believe? First it sounds like lies, then it sounds like truth. Buffy (softly): Riley. Silence. The old woman starts crying. Perhaps she says please in between sobs. Riley's hand continues to shake. Riley puts gun down on bar, smashing glasses. Riley trembles and Buffy steps closer.
Riley: Oh what's happening to me?
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cut to Xander's basement
Riley sits on a bed holding his head in his hands. The makeshift curtain is closed to allow some privacy. Buffy sits next to him and puts a shawl on his back. He sets it down.
Buffy: Riley why don't you lie down? You'll be more comfortable. Riley is shaking. And he is scratching his hand bloody.
Buffy: Stop it. Buffy grabs his hand.
Riley: I can't. It's like something's growing inside of me.
Buffy: No. You're hurting yourself. Ok shhh. Buffy takes off her bandana and wraps it around his hand.
Riley: I thought I knew, but I don't. I don't know anything.
Buffy (softly): Sshhh. You're sick. Once you get some rest... Riley trembles and shakes during this.
Riley: No. Buffy. I don't know... anything. I don't know what's going on. Who the bad guys are. Maybe I'm the bad guy. Maybe I'm the thing you should kill.
Buffy: No! Don't you even think that. Buffy strokes Riley's cheek.
Buffy (softly): Ok listen to me. You're sick. You just need to get some sleep. Please. Lie down for me. Come on. Riley curls up in a fetal position. Shaking. Buffy strokes his forehead. Buffy: {It'll} be ok. Riley seems to calm and shake less. His breathing calms. Perhaps he is asleep. Buffy exits through the makeshift curtains.
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On the other side.
Giles: How is he?
Buffy: It isn't just grief making him act this way. Something's affecting him physically and its getting worse.
Anya: {Do} you think Professor Walsh did something to him?
Buffy: I don't know, but I'm ready to find out.
Xander: That's gonna be tough, what with Maggie's deadness and all.
Buffy: She must have kept records somewhere. A-about Riley, about 314, about all of it. And I'm sure she wasn't the only person that knew what she was up to.
Xander: So what's the plan?
Buffy: Giles, Anya keep researching. Xander, you and I are going undercover.
Anya: Hey! Remember before. No Xander! Not in a boyfriend way or a lead him to a certain death way.
Buffy: He's the only one with military experience.
Anya: It's not like he was in the 'Nam. He was GI Joe for one night.
Xander: It's ok Anya. I've backed up Buffy before.
Anya: Can't you do something else to help them? Like... Xerox handouts or something? Xander holds Anya's arms.
Xander: I'll be careful. Promise. Xander goes off.
Giles: It's a minor point but how do you plan to get in to the Initiative? I sure their, uh, security system's almost impenetrable.
Buffy: I have my clearance. I'm hoping she didn't have time to revoke it.
Giles: {Ok}. As to the whereabouts of this Polgara demon... I'm afraid we've-we've not turned up much. There's been no reports since its original capture.
Buffy: Then we'll just have to keep looking.
cut to A square of twine with the points held down by four different colored crystals. Pull back to reveal Willow and Tara sitting.
Tara: So the square is Sunnydale.
Willow: Right it's like a map. We both take different parts of the potion and when we do the incantation we both blow it onto the square at the exact same time.
Tara: But hown does it work?
Willow: Well that's the cool part. When the potion mixes and Thespia is called it creates this mist over the parts where the demons are. I-It even makes different colors for different breeds.
Tara: Wow. Tara nodds.
Willow: You ready? Tara nodds. Willow pours some green powder into Tara's hand from a grey stone bowl or mortar, then some white powder into her own hand from a green mortar.
Willow: Let's do it. Willow closes her eyes. Tara closes her eyes.
Tara: Thespia, we walk in shadow, walk in blindness. You are the protector of the night.
Willow: Thespia, goddess, ruler of all darkness, we implore you, open a window to the world of the underbeing. Both blow but Tara surreptitiously lowers her hand and dumps her powder under the bed/table cloth? while Willow is actually blowing her powder.
Willow: With your knowledge may we go in safety. With your grace may we speak of your benevolence. Willow opens her eyes to see no effect.
Willow: Or not. Willow looks confused. Tara looks down and looks back a Willow.
Cut to Frat house. Buffy is wearing glasses with her hair up in a bun and carrying a white cloth bag. Xander is dressed in green military style gear. But he has a white t-shirt showing.
Xander: Seems pretty quite.
Buffy: It usually is this time of _ A man goes past them. They continue on. Buffy touches a panel and then stands in front of the full length mirror.
Xander: Buff, maybe You should check the look later.
Buffy: Shhh. Buffy pushes Xander so he is not in front of the mirror.
Xander: Oww! What'd you do that for?
Buffy: Sorry, I'm the only one that can pass the retinal scan.
Xander: The. Ewww. I don't wanna see that.
Buffy: Retinal. Scan. Xander.
Buffy: Well we'll know in a few seconds if my clearance is still good.
Xander: Or if we're about to die at the hands of fifty grief filled military goons.
Voice: Retinal scan recorded. Summers, Buffy. Elevator opens and Buffy steps in.
Xander: Why am I not entirely comforted by the arrival of the man-sized microwave? Xander steps in. The doors close behind them. View of the elevator from below as it descends. They exit as the doors open.
Cut to The Iniative.
Xander: Holy moley. Buffy: I know.
Speaker voice: {____} Xander: I totally get it now. Can I have s*x with Riley too? Buffy looks at Xander.
Speaker voice: Dr Forman {to the examining area} Xander: Quick pretend to make out with me.
Buffy: Wait, what are you talking about?
Xander: Well I uh, you know. In the movies the guy and the girl have to hide.
Speaker voice: {Doctor _} Buffy: Please, could you possibly draw more attention to us. The two guys Xander saw coming up the stairs pass them as Buffy looks at her clipboard.
Speaker voice: Agent Owens to interrogation.
Buffy: This is the Initiative Xander. Military guys and scientists do not make out with each other.
Xander: Well maybe that's wrong with the world. Ever think about that?
Cut to Xander's basement.
Willow: It totally failed. It wasn't even like the spell went wrong. It just wouldn't.
Giles: If it's any consolation, we haven't fared much better here.
Willow: Really. Is Riley ok?
Giles: Well he's asleep finally. {But} he doesn't look good. And the, uh, research is troubling as well. I mean, this-this demon we're after seems highly atypical for a Polgara. This child that it killed is mutilated. There's no recorded cases of a Polgara ever having done such a thing.
Anya: Also the Polgara have to eat every two hours. Factor in the low I.Q. and you have a demon who's not exactly low profile.
Willow: So how had he been hiding in Sunnydale for the last two days without anyone seeing him?
Giles: Exactly. Willow pulls back the curtain surrounding the bed. Riley is standing there, no longer lying down.
Willow: Riley!
Riley: Where's Buffy?
Willow: She went out. Can-can I get you something?
Riley: Just tell me where she is.
Giles: You're not well Riley you need to rest. Riley puts on his boots.
Riley: Did she find the Polgara? Hunh? Is that it?
Giles: Well, no, we're still looking.
Riley: Well what?
Willow: She went to find out what's making you sick.
Riley: I'm not sick. Are you're telling me she went to the Initiative. Riley goes to grab his stuff.
Willow: Riley she's just trying to help you. Willow moves between Riley and the stairs.
Riley: She doesn't belong there. Willow: Riley listen/
Riley: Stand away from the stairs.
Willow: No, you're gonna get Buffy killed. Riley tosses Willow behind him and she falls. Giles: Hey. Riley goes up the stairs. Giles and Anya go to a fallen Willow. They help her up.
Giles: You alright?
cut to Initiative. Buffy eavedrops on a conversation while Xander stands by her.
Engelman: how many of the men are still out the longer they go without their meds
Scientist: Everyone's off their schedules because of the professors' death.
Engleman: It's dangerous I don't want to think about the damage out guys could do under the stress of withdrawal especially since they won't understand what's happening to them. These guys don't know they've been getting meds in their food so we better get them in here stat
Scientist: we've located all but a few. the last ones were in pretty bad shape but we stabilized them
Engleman: but Finn wasn't one of them, right.
Scientist: no
Engleman: Find him. He's the one I care about. He's too important to our work to lose now.
Scientist: indeed.
cut to bar music: I had said it time and time again spike: double shot of {{verneg}}, keep. Make it the good stuff don't want no freaking orangutan willy: got ya
Spike: been a real pisser of a day isn't it? Those army blokes are on a tear. They ran me out of my place. And all over town. A demon places a hand on his shoulder
Spike: Yeah what's that. Spike gets punched in the face
Engleman: Keep me posted. I'll be in records Engleman enters a room with his card and Buffy manages to follow him before the door shuts. Buffy grabs Engelman's shirt.
Buffy: Now I don't generally like to kill humans. But I've learned that it pays to be flexible in life.
Engleman: I was wondering when you'd turn up.
Buffy: Oh darn! She takes off the glasses. Buffy: So this isn't a surprise. She sets the glasses down. Buffy: Now you can tell me what you did to Riley and after that we can take a tour of room 314.
Engleman: Somebody's coming, you know. I'm sure they've already seen you on the security monitors. Riley enters.
Riley: Monitors are non-functional at this time, sir. Went down about ten minutes ago.
Buffy: What! I didn't do that.
Xander: Thank god for small favors and we'll worry about the details later, hunh, Buff?
Engleman: Finn take this girl to the stockade immediately.
Buffy: Riley, he can tell us what we need to know. Maggie wanted me dead, didn't she?
Engleman: She did. He looks at Riley Engleman: But understand the Initiative has no interest in eliminating the slayer. He looks back at Buffy. Engleman: It was her own vendetta.
Buffy: Why? Spell it out for me! I feel an attack of dumb blonde coming on.
Engleman: I don't know. {Buffy grabs a little tighter.}
Buffy: Well think harder!
Engleman: It was the project.
Buffy: Project? 314.
Engleman: It... He looks at Riley and back.
Engleman: It escaped. Riley steps closer.
Riley: That's enough! You're making her sound like some psychopath. She wasn't like that! she was a brillant woman! Engleman is looking at Riley. Engleman moves his hand downward in a take it easy gesture.
Engleman: She was. It's not..
Riley: All she was doing was trying to help people and this is the way you want them to remember her!
Buffy: Engleman said Walsh was feeding you drugs. Riley moves within arm's reach. Buffy lets Engelman go.
Riley (pointing to Buffy): You're doing this to me, aren't you? Engleman slips back.
Riley: This all started because of you.
Buffy: If you will just listen to me, I am trying to help you get to the truth.
Riley: You want truth then tell me, what did you do to her Buffy? Riley grabs Buffy and she breaks the grip.
Buffy: Stop it! I didn't do anything. Again Riley grabs Buffy and she breaks the grip.
Buffy: Riley stop! This isn't about us, everything that we need to know is here, we just need to find out what was in 314. An commando's body drops from a raised platform. On the platform is Adam.
Adam: Me.
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Adam paces on the platform.
Adam: I've been thinking about the world. I wanted to see it, learn it.
Adam: I saw the inside of that boy... and it was beautiful, but it didn't tell me about the world. It just made me feel. So now I want to learn about me. Why I feel? What I am? Adam simply steps off the platform and drops about 3 yards/meters.
Adam: So I came home. Adam inserts a thick disk from a pouch on his right waist into his chest. The letters Ad__ were on it.
Adam: I'm a kinematically redundant, biomechanical demonoid designed by Maggie Walsh. She called me Adam and I called her mother.
Engleman: Adam. Maggie would want you to stand down.
Adam: Yes. But I seem to have a design flaw. Engleman pales.
Adam: In addition to organic material I'm equipped with GP-2, D-11 Infrared Detectors, A Harmonic Decelerator, plus D.C. Servo.
Buffy: She pieced you together from parts of other demons.
Adam: And man. And machine. Which tells me what I am, but not who I am. Mother wrote things down. Hard data, but also her feelings. That's how I learned that I have a job here. And that she loved me.
Riley: She wasn't your mother and she didn't love you!
Xander: Is that really the issue?
Riley: She made you because she was a scientist!
Xander: Riley! Adam pulls another disk from a pouch on his waist and inserts it in his chest. It has the letters FI__ on it.
Adam: Riley Finn.
Riley: Stop! Those files...
Adam: Oh! Mother created you too.
Riley: Maggie's not my mother! I have a mother! A real _
Adam: A birth mother. Yes. But after you met Maggie, she was the one who shaped your basic operating system. She taught you how to think, how to feel. She fed you chemicals to make you stronger - your mind and body. She said that you and I were her favorite children. Her art. That makes us brothers. Family. Riley steps forward.
Riley: No! I'm not like you.
Adam: That's pain isn't it? Why? Because your feeding schedule - the chemicals have been interupted? Or do you miss her? Tell me.
Riley: I'll kill you!
Adam: You won't. You haven't been programmed to.
Riley: I cannot be programmed! I'm a man!
Adam: It's here. {He holds a diskette up.}
Adam: The plan she had for us. What happens. How it ends.
Riley: No. Adam Do you want to hear?
Riley: No! Riley pulls his pistol and Adam disarms Riley. Buffy steps in and a punch downs her. Riley punches Adam's face and Adam responds with an uppercut sending Riley flying up in the air over a table. Xander runs in to push Adam and is pushed and thrown back into a wall. Buffy throws a kick to Adam's chest. Adam punches Buffy's face. Buffy punches Adam's stomach and Adam chops at her shoulder and she falls. Engelman starts to run. Adam's skewer comes out. Engelman passes Adam.
Adam: Doctor. Adam skewers Engelman in the middle of his chest and Engelman falls, dead. Riley grabs Adam around the throat from behind. Adam breaks the hold, turns and stabs Riley with his skewer on his left side, and Riley falls clutching his wound. Buffy kicks Adam in the back. Adam spins and Buffy dodges the skewer. Adam knock Buffy to the floor. Adam picks up Buffy who is holding the skewer and throws her about 3 yards or meters into a steel door. She doesn't rise. The commandos are pounding on the door. Adam looks around.
Adam: Thank you. This has been... very interesting. Adam walks up some stairs towards the platform he started from.
Unseen military guy: Back away from the door Adam reaches up towards a vent. Shots pierce the door. Buffy moves to Riley's side. The commandos break open the door.
Buffy: Riley. Are you ok?
Unseen military guy: Secure the {room.}
Xander: {We} got a demon in here. It escaped through that vent.
Buffy: It's not the Polgara - it looks sort of half man.
Forrest: Right and you just happened to be in the neighborhood.
Riley: She's telling the truth. I saw it. It killed Engelman. Go.. now.
Buffy: He needs to go to a hospital.
Forrest: We'll take it from here.
Buffy: I'm going with him.
Forrest: It's a military hospital.
Buffy: No.
Forrest {growls}: Back off. Forrest: We take care of our own around here, understand! Two commandos lower rifle weapons and aim them at Buffy. Two more are beside them.
Xander: Buffy. They stop aiming their weapons. Forest and Graham each take one of Riley's arms and help him up.
Forrest: "Escort them out." Riley turns his head slightly to look back.
Riley (weakly): Buffy.
Cut to alley. Smacking sounds. Spike rolls and falls on his back, his face is bloody, but not from feeding. A demon walks and looks down at a prone Spike.
Demon: What did you expect spike - a welcome party? Two other demons look on from the door.
Demon: Word's out - you've been making war on the demon world.
Spike: War?
Demon: With the slayer. You kill other demons and the rest of us don't hold with that. The two demons in a doorway who were watching turn around to go back inside.
Demon: Still, if I see you around again, I'll be inclined break that code. Do you understand? The demon leaves. Spike has still not moved since falling.
Cut to Campus, daylight. Buffy and Willow are walking.
Willow: No word from Riley?
Buffy: Nothing. The Initiative probably has him locked in some medical ward. {There's} no way I can get near him until I come up with a better plan than just storming in and getting us all shot.
Willow: Yeah, you might want to work the kinks out of that one.
Buffy: What am I going to do? He needs me and I can't get near him.
Willow: You'll find a way.
Buffy: It's not like I can spend all of my energy going after the Initiative. Not while Adam's out there.
Willow: He's really that big of a threat? They sit on a bench.
Buffy: I could barely fight him. It's like Maggie designed him to be the ultimate warrior. He's smart and fast. He gave the commando guys the slip with no problem.
Willow: There's gotta be a flaw.
Buffy: I think the part where he's pure evil and kills randomly was an oversight
Buffy: I never should have let them take Riley. I need to be with him.
Willow: I'm sure he's ok.
Buffy: There's no way he can be. Everything's he's ever believed in has been taken away. He's alone. He has nothing to hold on to.
Cut to Initiative hallway with three scientist and military types.
Cut to Room and a bed with Riley on it. He has bandages wrapped around his midsection. Riley raises his hand, which was in shadow and looks at Buffy's bandanna which he has wrapped around it and is clasping.
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BTVS for whatever reason, to enjoy, as well as those who think transcripts are just cool, and as reference material for fanfic writers. Buffy and all copyrighted characters are the product of Joss Whedon and I have nothing but respect for him and those whose hard work is put into bringing us a great show. I did this of my own free time and will never make a dime from it. Now let me add. If you are looking at this transcript, save it, copy it, send it to your friends. Unlike other transcribers, who I have nothing but respect for, if you see any mistakes that might be in this transcript, feel free to correct them, or if you just want to personalize it to suit yourself, by all means. Hell I do it. ~~~~~~~~~~ Prologue ~~~~~~~~~~~ Fade-in. Giles' apartment. Just the way we left things from "The `I' in Team." Buffy is pacing, Giles is standing close by, Willow is sitting at his desk, Spike is sitting on the bottom steps of the stairs, and Anya and Xander are sitting on Giles' weapons trunk against the wall. Buffy is in the middle of telling them what just happened.
Buffy: So Maggie sends me down into the sewers with one of those Blasto-guns. And the next thing I know, it's raining monsters.
Xander: (without humor) Hallelujah.
Buffy: And then this gate slams down behind me and I try to use the gun but it goes "phitt!"
Giles: You're saying that Maggie Walsh set you up?
Buffy: That's exactly what I'm saying. She sent me on a way-one recon.
Spike: Gotta hand it to you, Goldilocks. You do have bleeding, tragic taste in men. I got a cousin married to a regurgitating Frovalox demon that's got better instincts than you.
Buffy: (glaring at him) What does my taste in men have to do with this?
Spike: Do you think Riley was out knitting booties for your future off-spring while Maggie was stringing you up? Buffy looks at everyone else's expressions. They don't say anything, but she can see from their faces . . .
Buffy: You guys think Riley had something to do with this?
Giles: Probably not. But, uh . . . we'd be remiss if we didn't think of all the possibilities.
Buffy: (softly) Right. "Remiss." She's turning away, then suddenly faces him again.
Buffy: No. No. Maggie made sure he was no where around when she sent me on this very special "make Buffy dead" assignment.
Willow: And plus, Riley? He seems like he wouldn't tell a little white lie, let alone a whole bunch of big, dirty ones.
Xander: That's why they call it the "secret forces," Will. 'Cause they kinda keep the whole lying thing to themselves.
Buffy: All I know is that Maggie has it in for me. Which means the Initiative has it in for me.
Xander: I'm guessing the mad scientist isn't too keen on the fact that the entire Scooby Gang knows that the Initiative is up to no good.
Buffy: Which brings us back to the "not safe for any of us" concept.
Giles: What could have happened to make Professor Walsh want to kill you?
Buffy: (at a loss) I don't know. Uh . . . She wasn't keen on the fact that I was asking a lot of questions, that's for sure.
Anya: So you were getting too close to something?
Giles: Clearly. Although, one can only imagine what she'd be so desperate to hide.
Cut to deep in the woods. All is quiet with the peaceful sounds of birds and other forest noises. Pan to a concrete access tunnel just visible from the side of the hill. It doesn't look as if it's been used for sometime as the metal doors screech as they are opened from the inside. Close up on a pair of army boots walking down the steps from the entrance. As the shot pans up we see legs clad in camouflage commando pants and the left leg is in a metal brace (jointed at the knee) from ankle to mid-thigh. He's not wearing a shirt, and his flesh is a jigsaw of different skin types and there is an electronic metal plate over the left side of his chest. His face is mostly green except for the patch of pale human flesh around his right blue eye and ear. His left eye is a demonic red color. His short hair is a normal brown, but there is a metal plating that frames the left green side of his face and wraps around to the back of his head. Outside for the first time, Adam looks at his surroundings. Wolf's wolf. Buffy theme and credits roll. ~~~~~~~~~~ Part One ~~~~~~~~~~ Fade in to Giles' apartment. Buffy has Giles' trunk opened and is taking out weapons.
Buffy: Okay, everybody grab a weapon. We gotta move. She hands Xander a battle ax and gives Anya a bat with a fisherman's hook attached to the head.
Xander: And storm the Initiative? (bravado) Yeah, let's take on those suckers!
Buffy: I was thinking more that we'd hide.
Xander: (relieved) Oh, thank God.
Giles: Buffy, I think perhaps we should talk about this.
Buffy: We need to relocate some place where we're less likely to be found. We need to come up with a plan.
Willow: We could go to my place. (she is holding a wicked looking flail = think spiked mace on a chain)
Buffy: The Initiative guys know how close we are. They'll automatically check the places you hang out. Xander, what about your basement. The guys haven't seen us together that much and there's enough room.
Willow: (smiles) Oh, plus: mirror ball.
Xander: Cool! Come on down and boogie at Xander's hideaway.
Anya: (not happy) Yes. Come boogie.
Giles: Absolutely not. I will not squat in that dank whole.
Spike: What? It was good enough for me but you're above it all?
Giles: Precisely. (sits down at his desk) Besides, I don't see why we can't stay right where we are. (chuckles) Because it's very unlikely those Initiative boys are gonna come around here looking for-- The front door opens and Riley steps inside.
Riley: Buffy! Everybody looks at him in surprise. Riley closes the door and rushes over to Buffy.
Riley: God, Buffy. Are you okay? What happened?
Buffy: (a beat) You know?
Riley: I know something went down. (pause) Tell me.
Buffy: Maggie tried to kill me. No one says anything for a moment.
Anya: (helpfully) It didn't work, but they're all upset anyway.
Riley: Okay, listen. I need you to go over everything. Step by step. There has-- has to be some kind of mistake.
Xander: There was no mistake! And how do you know something happened?
Riley: I was on a mission. But I came back and . . . I'm not sure. Look, let's just keep our heads and not jump to any-- He looks over his shoulder and sees Spike sitting on the stairs. Spike looks away. Riley takes a step back in surprise as he faces the vampire.
Buffy: What?
Riley: That's Hostile 17.
Spike: Uh, no! I'm (bad American accent) just a friend of Xanderrr's-- (sighs) Bugger it. I'm your guy.
Buffy: This is Spike. He's, uh . . . It's a really long story. But he's not bad anymore.
Spike: Hey! (stands) What I am, a bleeding broken record? I'm bad! It's just . . . I can't bite anymore. Thanks to you w*nk*rs.
Riley: (exasperated) We've been looking all over the place for him but you've known where he's been all along?
Buffy: It's not like that.
Riley: Then what is it like? What's he doing here?
Spike: Leaving you swabs to your dramatics. Thanks. He walks over to the door and grabs his leather duster.
Spike: (putting it on) I've got my stories on the telly for that. By the by, if you're trying to kill her . . . Spike gives Riley two very enthusiastic thumbs up. Buffy rolls her eyes. He turns and pulls his coat over his head. He opens the door and runs outside.
Riley: Buffy . . . what is this? You're hiding an HST?
Xander: Why don't you just back off and let her ask the questions, Jack? Your boss just tried to make monster food out of her. Riley sees everyone looking at him and calms down.
Riley: I-I didn't see much. I wasn't there. I . . . All I know is Professor Walsh told me you were dead. But then I saw you on the monitors . . . Look this isn't Professor Walsh-- There must be something making her act this way. Something I-- I don't know. Controlling her.
Giles: We think Buffy may have been becoming too in inquisitive. That she was getting close to something that Professor Walsh was trying to hide. Any idea what that might be?
Buffy: What about 314? Maybe that's it?
Riley: Maybe she was trying to test you. What if it was only a drill?
Buffy: Then why did she tell you I was dead? Riley, it wasn't a test.
Giles: See, I've heard rumors that the Initiative wasn't all that we've been told. That, uh, secretly they're working towards some darker purpose. Something that might harm us all--
Riley: No! That's . . . that's not what happens there.
Buffy: Riley.
Riley: I would know!
Buffy: Look, no one is sure of anything. Okay? We're just trying to sort it out.
Riley: I can't be here. I'll sort it out on my own. (heads for the door)
Buffy: (going after him) Riley.
Riley: No! Just-- I'm sorry. He opens the door and is gone.
Cut to the woods again. Close up of a small boy sitting next to his bike. He is playing with a cyborg, soldier action figure. On the rise behind him, the back of a house can be seen not far away but it appears as if he's the only one outside right now. Until Adam sees the him. Despite his size, the boy doesn't notice Adam until he is standing just a few feet away. The boy looks up and smiles with a "cool!" expression on his face.
ADAM: What am I?
Boy: (standing) You're a monster.
ADAM: (nodding) I thought so. What are you?
Boy: Me? I'm a boy.
ADAM: (curious) A boy. How do you work?
Boy: I don't know, I just do. The boy sees something and points.
Boy: What's that for? Adam looks down and raises his Polgara left arm where just the sharp tip of the bone skewer (sheathed inside the forearm) is visible under his wrist. Adam looks at the boy and a "let me show you" smile slowly spreads across his grotesque face.
Cut to UC Sunnydale at night. Riley is walking across campus without a clear destination. Probably the first real brooding he's done in his entire life. On that depressing note we--
Cut to the Initiative. Lab 314. Dr. Angleman opens the door to the dark lab and flips the light switch. The lights stay off and he flips it on and off a couple times, but they remain off.
Angleman: Dr. Walsh? (worried whisper) Adam? Slowly, he starts walking across the lab but his feet slip out from under him and he falls to the floor. He's pushing himself up when he notices something wet on his hands. He sees they're covered with blood, then notices the trail of blood leading to the body of Professor Walsh lying face down on the floor. Angleman freaks, scrambles to his feet, and runs out of the lab. We go to Xander's basement. It is morning. Close up of the disco mirror ball hanging from the ceiling. Cut to Giles lying on an inflated beach chair. He's waking up and squints his eyes against the dots of light the mirror ball is shining in his face. He rubs a hand on his forehead. Obviously a good night's sleep he didn't get. Sounds of the Road Runner can be heard as the camera pans the basement. There is an empty sleeping bag on the floor next to Giles. Two blankets hanging from the clothesline divides the basement in half. On the other half we see Willow, Anya, and Buffy (in that order) still under the covers in the fold-out bed watching TV, where the self-proclaimed "super genius" (AKA Wile E. Coyote) is killing himself again with another one of his shoddy Acme traps that backfires on him. Willow finds this funny.
Buffy: (unmoved) That would never happen.
Willow: Well, no, Buff. That's why they call them cartoons not documentaries. Giles steps through the draped blankets and shuts off the TV.
Giles: Must we have the noise? My head is splitting. He's returning to the other side of the basement.
Willow: (smiling) Well, look who's cranky bear in the morning.
Giles: Yes. I can't imagine why I didn't sleep well in my beach ball.
Anya: Every time you moved it made squeaky noises. It was irritating.
Giles: Really? I'm surprised you could hear it over your Wagnerian snoring.
Buffy: Okay, you guys, could we not, please. Everything's screwed up enough without you two doing scenes from my parents' marriage.
Anya: (a beat) Sorry.
Giles: Sorry.
Buffy: Thank you. Giles disappears through the blankets.
Willow: It'll be okay, Buffy. Riley's just confused, that's all.
Buffy: I don't know. It just seems like things can get heavier. His whole world's falling apart.
Anya: And after everything you've been through with Angel. You know, you really should get yourself a boring boyfriend. (smiles) Like Xander. (then) You can't have Xander.
Buffy: That was the idea. Riley was supposed to be Mr. Joe Guy. We were gonna do dumb things like hold hands through the daisies going "tra la la."
Willow: Poor Buffy. Your life resists all things average.
Anya: So dump him! (sternly) But you can't have Xander.
Buffy: I'll try and remember that. (pause) It's too late, anyway. I'm already at the "I hurt when he hurts. I smile when he smiles" stage.
Anya: (whispers) I hate that part.
Buffy: I'll just have to make it work. Xander hurries down the stairs into the basement, carrying a breakfast tray.
Xander: Turn on the TV. Now! Willow gets up to switch the TV back on. The news is on.
Newswoman: Sunnydale is still reeling from news of the crime. (Giles peeks out from the blankets brushing his teeth) A source in the coroner's office tells us that the boy was stabbed with what looks like some kind of large skewer. And his body was then mutilated. Police have not named a suspect and the killer is still at large. Realization fills Buffy's expression as she listens.
Buffy: The Polgara demon had a skewer in its arm. That's the one Maggie insisted we bring back alive.
Giles: (mouthful of toothpaste) She must have sent it after you.
Buffy: And it got distracted. (looks away) God.
Willow: Buffy, it's not your fault. How could you know?
Giles: She's right. You mustn't blame yourself.
Buffy: (a beat) I'm not going to. As she gets out of bed, cue "bad-ass" Chris Beck score. She faces them with a determined expression.
Buffy: I'm going to the crime scene to see what I can find out. You guys research the Polgara demon. I want to know where it is. When I find it, I am going to make him pay for taking that kid's life. I'll make him die in ways he can't even imagine. Bad-ass score dies and everyone just looks at her, seemingly, unmoved by her passionate speech. Buffy notices their looks and glances down at the weird pattern on her pajamas.
Buffy: That probably would have sounded more commanding if I wasn't wearing my yummy sushi pajamas.
Cut to Lowell House. Riley has just walked in and is heading for his room. Forrest Gates spots him and catches up with him on the stairs.
Forrest: Hey! Where you been all night? Riley doesn't answer.
Forrest: (smiles) Well. Congratulations. I see you and Buffy have finally gotten past the shy phase. Forrest raises a fist for Riley to knuckle but Riley leaves him hanging. He's still in brooding mode.
Riley: I wasn't with Buffy. I needed to be alone. Think some things through.
Forrest: What things? In the hall now, Riley turns to face him. Then reconsiders and motions him to follow him into his room.
Forrest: (stepping inside) This is mighty ominous. What's up, man?
Riley: Professor Walsh tried to have Buffy killed.
Forrest: What? Did Buffy tell you that? I mean, do you have any proof?
Riley: I saw enough to know it's true.
Forrest: I don't get it. Why?
Riley: I don't know. (paces across the room) Buffy thinks that she's getting too close to something. That Professor Walsh has some secret.
Forrest: I wouldn't put it past Buffy to get on Professor Walsh's bad side. She tends to put her nose where it doesn't belong.
Riley: What?
Forrest: (angry) She's a pain. Always wanting to know "why this?" and "why that?"
Riley: (exasperated) And you're saying she should die because of that?
Forrest: I don't know. Maybe Professor Walsh found out that Buffy was up to something bad. That ever cross your mind?
Riley: Why does it bug you so much that I'm hanging with her? Is it because she's a better soldier than you?
Forrest: It bugs me that she's using you to infiltrate our operations.
Riley: (raising voice) So you're saying she's a spy? You're crazy!
(turns away)
Forrest: Riley, think about it. The professor is not stupid. If she tried to kill Buffy, maybe Buffy needed killing.
Behind Forrest, the door opens and Graham Miller steps inside.
Graham: Guys.
Riley: Not now, Graham. Graham's usually calm, stoic face seems a bit forced.
Forrest: What is it?
Graham: (deep breath) Professor Walsh is dead. Forrest takes this news and looks at Riley. Off Riley's shocked expression, we fade to commercial.
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~~~~~~~~~~ Part Two ~~~~~~~~~~ Fade in on the Initiative. Riley rounds a corner quickly and pushes his way to the open door of lab 314. He sees Professor Walsh lying on the floor while two other scientists are looking over her body. Forrest steps up besides him and sees this and has to look away for a moment.
Forrest: (steely) Look at that wound. She's been staked, wouldn't you say, brother?
Riley: What?
Forrest: Only one person I can think of who could do something like that.
Riley: (warning tone) You better not be saying what I think you're saying. Riley steps out into the corridor. Forrest follows him and Riley faces him.
Riley: We-we don't know that a person did this. The Polgara demon has a skewer that comes right out of--
Forrest: (angrily) No way! That's your girlfriend's MO!
Riley: (grabs a fistful of Forrest's shirt) Hey, that's a serious accusation! You better be ready to deal with the consequences.
Forrest: (shoves Riley back) Then bring `em on! That supernatural freak has blinded you and I'm sick of it!
Riley: (advancing) That's enough! Angleman steps in between them.
Angleman: Stand back! Show some respect! Listen, everybody's upset. But arguing isn't going to help anything. And it's certainly not what Professor Walsh would want. Riley and Forrest keep "I'm gonna kick your ass" eye contact for a few more seconds then break off.
Riley: No, sir. (takes a couple of steps back)
Angleman: All right. Good. Now Washington is sending in a team to do an internal investigation. I've been told we have to wait for their word.
Riley: What do you mean "wait?" This has to be the work of the Polgara demon we captured last week!
Angleman: Probably. Looks like, last night, the Polgara escaped through tunnel seventy-two.
Riley: It's out loose somewhere?!
Angleman: I'm afraid so.
Riley: Then we have to go after it. Riley starts to walk off but Angleman stops him.
Angleman: My orders from Washington are for a total lock-down until they arrive. I'm sorry. Now, return to your quarters. There's nothing you can do here. Riley is silent then nods. Satisfied, Angleman walks off. When he disappears around the corner Riley turns to Graham and a few other commandos standing nearby.
Riley: Listen. Angleman can talk all he wants, but I'm still in charge until the brass gets here and tells me otherwise. I say we got a demon to hunt. (absently scratches the back of his right hand) Now suit up for armed patrol. And by that I mean loaded guns, man. Target practice is over. We're going for blood. They head off to follow their orders. Forrest looks at Riley but doesn't say anything as he walks past him to follow the others. Riley glances once more into the lab before following as well.
Cut to cemetery. Daylight. Two humvees pull up and commandos, fully armed, start storming the mausoleums. We see Forrest and Graham head toward a mausoleum.
Cut to interior of Spike's place. We don't see him inside and Forrest and Graham enter, rifles ready.
Forrest: Somebody's been staying here.
Graham: What do think, a homeless guy?
Forrest: (moving deeper into the chamber) Could be. Or a squatter of the demon variety.
Graham: But not the Polgara.
Forrest: (faces him) Who cares!? I see a demon, it dies. There is a TV set up on a stone bench. Graham puts a palm on top of it.
Graham: It's warm. Forrest glances at the sarcophagus and he and Graham move to either end, slinging their rifles. Together they raise the stone lid and lean it against the side. Inside they see an old decayed skeleton with its arms folded over its chest, covered in an old blanket. Unslinging there rifles they head for the door again.
Forrest: Damn. Forrest is passing the TV and he shatters the screen with the stock of his rifle.
Forrest: Animals. We hear them leave and we cut to a close up of inside the sarcophagus. The blanket is folded up and we see Spike's head poke out from between the skeleton's feet. He sits up, the skeleton's knees draping over his shoulders, and sighs in relief.
Cut to the dry hills on the outskirts of Sunnydale. Buffy is walking down a dirt road. Behind her, up the road, a police car is parked. Below and ahead of her, she sees the crime scene. Another police car is parked and a detective is talking with a uniformed cop as two coroner's people carry a gurney with a small zipped bodybag on it under the crime scene tape.
Riley: Buffy. She turns and sees Riley walking down the road towards her. He's in full commando attire. He's scratching the back of his right hand again.
Riley: Hey.
Buffy: Hey. Look, I'm sorry about earlier. I know everyone came on pretty strong. And the Spike thing isn't as tweaked as it looked. Okay, maybe it is. But there's an explanation that almost makes sense. (sees that he's looking off to the hills) Hello? I'm apologizing here. And I think that's pretty big of me, considering I'm the one who was almost made a demon sandwich. He doesn't say anything.
Buffy: This is the part where you throw me a bone.
Riley: Maggie's dead. Buffy absorbs this news. But before she can say anything--
Riley: Happy now?
Buffy: (eyes narrowing) How can you ask me that? Of course I'm not happy. What happened?
Riley: (coldly) That's classified.
Buffy: Classifi-- (realizes) The Polgara. It got her and escaped. Didn't it? Riley just nods.
Buffy: I'm gonna find it. I'm gonna find it and destroy it. (angry) And then you can stop asking me how happy all this death makes me! She steps around him and marches quickly back up the road. Riley turns as if to say something, but doesn't. Sighing, he faces the crime scene again.
Cut to someone knocking on a door. Tara walks up and opens it to see Willow in the hall.
Willow: (smiling) Howdy.
Tara: (smiles) I just got your message a minute ago. I was in class. But I was about to call you. She steps back to let Willow inside.
Willow: I had so much fun the other night. The spells.
Tara: Yeah, that was nice.
Willow: I hope you don't think that I just come over for the spells and everything. I mean, I really like just talking and hanging out with you and stuff.
Tara: I know that. (knowingly) But you want to do a spell.
Willow: Yeah. But only because it's really important. There's this--
Tara: No. You don't have to explain. I don't mind. Really. (smiles) I've been, um, thinking about that last spell we did all day.
Willow: (excited) You have? Well this one should be fun, too. We conjure the goddess Thespia to help us locate demonic energy in the area. It shouldn't be too tricky.
Tara: The goddess Thespia? Are you sure we're ready for that?
Willow: You and me? (gamely) This is beneath us.
Tara: (considers) . . . Okay. If you say so.
Cut to Willy's bar. Buffy makes her entrance by pushing aside the beaded string curtains and quickly spots Willy behind the bar. Willy sees her and doesn't bother to hide a "God must hate me" sigh. He motions her to the other end of the bar. Buffy follows and leans on the bar.
Willy: You're killing me here.
Buffy: Oh, I missed you, too. The joint's jumping.
Willy: Yeah. You know. (the vampire sitting nearby sees Buffy looking at him and takes his leave, forgetting his beer) Making some changes with my life. I'm getting away from my old image.
Buffy: You mean as a double-dealing snitch?
Willy: Uh-huh. I know you gonna think I'm blowing smoke, but after those apocalypse demons nearly did me in, I had an experience of the spiritual variety.
Buffy: (not caring) That's swell, really. But I need to know if you've heard anything about a Polgara demon doing some killings in the last few of days.
Willy: See, uh, that's the think. I don't talk behind people's backs no more. And I'm bringing some class to the joint. You know? It's "Willy's Place" now. See? (indicates neon sign on the wall) Brings in a better clientele. I got one of those deep friers. These demons just go crazy for chicken fingers. (off Buffy's expression) Look, if they see me dealing with you, then I'm just the same old Willy working both sides of the street.
Buffy: I'm gonna have to punch you, aren't I?
Willy: (not missing a beat) Just once and it don't have to hurt. Just make it look good. Buffy straightens and raises her fist. Willy instantly clutches his nose.
Willy: Oww! Oh!
Buffy: (whispering) Not yet, I haven't touched you!
Willy: Oh, sorry. Right. Right. G-go ahead. Wait. (louder voice) No. I can't talk to you--oww! Buffy straight-jabs him in the nose and now he's really hurting.
Willy: Ohhhh!
Buffy: What have you heard about the Polgara?
Willy: (still in pain) Heard there was one about a week or two back. Word was you got him. You and those army guys.
Buffy: And that was the last you heard?
Willy: Yeah. As far as I know, he's off the streets.
Buffy: What about those army guys? What do you know? You heard anything about 314? Riley walks through the stringed curtains. Looking the place over he realizes it's filled with demons. As he approaches Buffy we notice there is a thin sheen of sweat on his face. He doesn't look happy at what he's seeing.
Buffy: (faces him) What are you doing here? Following me?
Riley: (a tad pissed) You told me you were tracking the Polgara demon. I thought I'd help. But now I see you're not hunting demons, you're socializing with them. *Again.* I thought you were supposed to be killing these things not buying them drinks? By this point he's become the center of attention.
Buffy: (sarcastic) Oh, that's smooth, officer Riley. They teach you those undercover moves in special forces?
Riley: I'm serious, Buffy. What are you doing here?
Willy: Just cooling her dogs, like the rest of us. Why don't you sit down. Relax.
Riley: (ignores him) I want you to tell me. Who are you? (seething) Really? Buffy glares at him, becoming a little pissed herself.
Willy: No kidding. Why don't I get you some chicken fingers, on the house.
Riley: (to Willy) Hey, you think you can shut up?
Willy: Look, I'm just saying--
Riley: I said shut up! Or maybe you would like to go back to the lab with me. I'm sure the coats would love to classify a . . . whatever you are.
Buffy: Leave him alone, Riley. He's human.
Riley: So he's human. She looks at his arms.
Buffy: You're shaking.
Riley: (looking at Buffy) He just harbors demons. Which makes him a good guy like you? (grabs her roughly by the shoulders) The truth, Buffy. Now!
Buffy: You have the truth. You are just too screwed up because of what happened to Professor Walsh to see it. (raises voice) Now let go of me! (knocks his hands off her shoulders) A middle-age looking woman gets up from the bar and walks quickly towards the door. Riley spots her over his shoulder.
Riley: Hold it! You! She stops in her tracks as he draws his Barretta and aims it at her. The gun is trembling in his hand.
Riley: No leaving until I say so. Got it?
Willy: Hey. We got new rules here. No killing.
Riley: (looking over his shoulder) Right! Except the rules don't seem to apply much these days. Do they? The woman is now facing Riley and looks terrified. Riley's breathing is becoming heavier and his shaking is getting worse.
Riley: (to the woman) Like if I shot you right now, I don't know if I'd have a corpse on my hands or one pissed off vampire.
Buffy: Riley--
Riley: (to Buffy) I mean, who do you believe? First it sounds like lies. Then it sounds like truth. Looks at the woman. She's starting to whimper.
Buffy: Riley. . . He glances at Buffy and seems to realize what he's doing. He suddenly turns to the bar, sweeping his gun across the surface smashing several glasses. The woman flees. Buffy slowly approaches him. Concerned. He has his hands pressed to the bar as he leans against it, shaking uncontrollably.
Riley: What's happening to me? ~~~~~~~~~~ Part Three ~~~~~~~~~~ Fade in. Xander's basement. It seems to be night. Riley is sitting on the bed with his head in his hands. He's no longer wearing his commando vest, gunbelt, nor his boots. Buffy brings him a blanket and drapes it around his shoulders as she sits down next to him. He looks up and pushes the blanket off. He's still sweating and shaking. Buffy rubs a soothing hand on his back.
Buffy: (soft voice) Riley, why don't you lie down? You'll be more comfortable. She sees him furiously scratching the back of his right hand. He's broken the surface and there's a patch of red on his skin. She grabs his hands.
Buffy: Stop it.
Riley: (shaky voice) I can't. It's like . . . something's growing inside. He starts scratching and she takes his hand again.
Buffy: No. You're hurting yourself. C'mere. (she reaches up and pulls off the red scarf she had wrapped around her hair) Okay, shh. (gently wraps it around his hand)
Riley: I thought I knew . . . but I don't. I don't know anything.
Buffy: (soothingly) Shh. You're sick. Once you get some rest--
Riley: No. Buffy. I don't know . . . anything. I don't know which team I'm on. Who the bad guys are. (looks into her eyes) Maybe I'm the bad guy. Maybe I'm the thing you should kill.
Buffy: No. Don't you even think that. (puts a hand on his cheek) Okay, listen to me. You're sick. You just need to get some sleep. Please. Lie down for me. Come on. He pushes himself onto the bed and lays his head on the pillow. He curls his arms and legs in close as if cold and continues to shiver. Buffy walks around to the side and leans down to caress his cheek.
Buffy: (quietly) You're gonna be okay. His eyes are closed and he seems to calm down a little. Buffy turns and steps through the draped blankets to the other side of the basement. Giles, Xander, and Anya are there researching. Giles is bringing a box of old books they haven't looked through to the others.
Giles: How is he?
Buffy: This isn't just grief making him act this way. Something's effecting him physically and it's getting worse.
Anya: You think Professor Walsh did something to him?
Buffy: I don't know, but I'm ready to find out.
Xander: That's gonna be tough, what with Maggie's deadness and all.
Buffy: She must have kept records somewhere. A-about Riley, about 314, about all of it. And I'm sure she wasn't the only person that knew what she was up to.
Xander: So what's the plan?
Buffy: Giles, Anya, keep researching. Xander, you and I are going undercover.
Anya: Hey! (steps closer to Xander) Remember before? No Xander! Not in a "boyfriend" way or a "lead him to a certain death" way.
Buffy: He's the only one with military experience.
Anya: It's not like he was in the 'Nam. He was GI Joe for one night.
Xander: It's okay, Anya. I've backed up Buffy before.
Anya: (concerned) Can't you do something else to help them? Like Xerox handouts or something?
Xander: I'll be careful. (puts his hands on her shoulders) Promise. She concedes but is not happy about it and Xander goes to get ready. Giles stands up from the box of books he was going through and faces Buffy.
Giles: It's a minor point but how do you plan to get in to the Initiative? I'm sure their security system's almost impenetrable.
Buffy: I have my clearance. I'm hoping she didn't have time to revoke it.
Giles: Okay. Well as for the whereabouts of this Polgara demon, I'm afraid we've . . we've not turned up much. There've been no reports since its original capture.
Buffy: Then we'll just have to keep looking.
Cut to Tara's room. There is a bundle of string shaped into a square on the floor with four different color crystals weighing down each corner. Willow and Tara are sitting on either side of the square. Willow is grounding something in a small bowl.
Tara: So . . the square is Sunnydale?
Willow: Right. It's like a map. We both take different parts of the potion and when we do the incantation we both blow it onto the square at the exact same time.
Tara: But how does it work?
Willow: Well that's the cool part. When the potion mixes and Thespia's called it creates this mist over the parts where the demons are. I-It even makes different colors for different breeds.
Tara: Wow.
Willow: You ready? Tara nods. Willow pours some of the powdered contents of the bowl into Tara's palm, then pours some into her own hand from a second bowl.
Willow: Let's do it. She closes her eyes and Tara does the same.
Tara: Thespia, we walk in shadow. Walk in blindness. You are the protector of the night.
Willow: Thespia, goddess, ruler of all darkness, we implore you . . . open a window to the world of the underbeing. Willow blows the powder out of her hand over the square. Tara blows over her hand, not disturbing her powder, and leans toward her bed to dump the potion underneath it. Willow still has her eyes closed and did not see this.
Willow: With your knowledge may we go in safety. With your grace may we speak of your benevolence. Willow opens her eyes and looks down at the square, where nothing is happening. She frowns.
Willow: Or not. She looks at Tara. Tara gives her a disappointed look.
Cut to Lowell House. Buffy and Xander are quietly walking through the deserted lobby. Xander is wearing military garb similar to that of the Initiative commandos. He even has a gun belt with a sidearm in the holster (don't know if it's a real gun). Buffy is wearing a turtle-neck sweater, wire-rimmed glasses (got them from Giles?), and has her hair pulled back in a small bun. She is carrying a white lab coat wrapped around a clipboard.
Xander: Seems pretty quite.
Buffy: It usually is this time of-- A young man suddenly brushes past her but doesn't even act as if he notices them and continues on. Buffy and Xander continue into the central hallway of the building and Buffy pushes the hidden switch in the wall next to the floor to ceiling mirror and stands in front of it.
Xander: (stepping up next to her) Buff, maybe you should check the look later.
Buffy: Shh! (she shoves him away none too gently)
Xander: Oww! (surprised and a little hurt) What'd you do that for?
Buffy: Sorry. I'm the only one that can pass the retinal scan.
Xander: The re-- eww! I don't wanna see that.
Buffy: (glares) *Retinal* scan, Xander. (looks into the mirror again) Well, we'll know in a few seconds if my clearance is still good. A horizontal green light emits from the mirror and slides down over her body.
Xander: Or if we're about to die at the hands of fifty grief-filled military goons.
Female computer voice: Retinal scan recorded. Summers. Buffy. The mirror slides to the side and Buffy steps into the very white elevator. Xander follows her.
Xander: Why am I not entirely comforted by the arrival of the man-sized microwave?
Cut to Initiative. The elevator door slides open and Buffy is now wearing the lab coat and she and Xander step out onto the catwalk overlooking the huge hangar of the Initiative complex. His eyes widen as he gapes.
Xander: (awed) Holy moly!
Buffy: I know.
Xander: I totally get it now. Can I have s*x with Riley, too? Buffy glares at him but he's still staring and doesn't see it. She takes his arm and leads him towards the stairs. When they descend to the first landing they see a couple of commandos climbing the stairs towards them. Xander turns to Buffy and pulls her close to him.
Xander: (whispers) Quick pretend to make out with me!
Buffy: (whispers) What!? What are you talking about? (pushes away)
Xander: (whispers) Well, I, uh, you know, in the movies, the guy and the girl have to hide. They pretend to be looking at her clipboard as the commandos pass them and continue up the stairs.
Buffy: (whispers) Please! Could you possibly draw more attention to us? When the commandos are gone, they continue down to stairs.
Buffy: (whispers) This is the Initiative, Xander. Military guys and scientists do not make out with each other.
Xander: (whispers) Well maybe that's what's wrong with the world. Ever think about that? Back at Xander's basement. Riley is still in bed and is sleeping.
Cut to the other side of the basement. Willow is pacing. Anya is sitting in a large beanbag, looking through a book, and Giles is fixing tea on the washing machine.
Willow: It totally failed. It wasn't even like the spell went wrong. It just . . . wouldn't.
Giles: If it's any consolation, we haven't fared much better here.
Willow: Really. Is Riley okay?
Giles: Well, h-he's asleep. Finally. But he doesn't look good. (hands Anya a cup) And the, uh, research is troubling as well. I mean, this-this demon we're after seems highly atypical for a Polgara. This child that it killed . . was mutilated. There's no recorded cases of a Polgara ever having done such a thing.
Anya: (fidgeting with the string of her tea bag) Also the Polgara have to eat every two hours. Factor in the low IQ and you have a demon who's not exactly low profile.
Willow: So how has he been hiding out in Sunnydale for the last two days without anyone seeing him?
Giles: Exactly. Willow pushes aside the blanket to check on Riley. She finds him standing just a foot in front of her. His eyes look a little sunken.
Willow: (surprised) Riley.
Riley: (agitated) Where's Buffy?
Willow: She went out. Can-can I get you something? He sits on the bed to pull on his boots.
Riley: Just tell me where she is.
Giles: You're not well, Riley. Y-you need to rest.
Riley: Did she find the Polgara? (stands, rubbing his arm as if cold) Huh? Is that it?
Giles: Well, no, we're still looking. But--
Riley: But what?
Willow: She went to find out what's making you sick.
Riley: (sharply) I'm not sick! (more agitated) You're telling me she went to the Initiative?!
Willow: Riley, she's just trying to help you.
Riley: (crosses the basement to grab his gear) She doesn't belong there. Willow hurries to stand in front of the stairs to block his way.
Willow: Riley, listen--
Riley: Stand away from the stairs.
Willow: No! You're gonna get Buffy killed-- He shoves her hard to the ground.
Giles: Hey! He and Anya rush to Willow as Riley dashes up the stairs.
Giles: You all right? Willow is shakened but doesn't seemed to be hurt. As they help her we--
Cut to Initiative. Buffy and Xander are rounding a corner when they hear someone coming from down the corridor.
Angleman: How many of the men are still out? They return to the corner and try to look inconspicuous as Dr. Angleman enters the corridor with another scientist. They eavesdrop.
Angleman: The longer they go without their meds . . .
Scientist #1: Everyone's off their schedules because of the professor's death.
Angleman: It's dangerous. I don't want to think about the damage our guys could do under the stress of withdrawal. Especially since they won't understand what's happening to them. These guys don't know they've been getting meds in their food, so we better get them in here
STAT.
Scientist #1: We've located all but a few. The last ones were in pretty bad shape but we stabilized them.
Angleman: But Finn wasn't one of them, right?
Scientist #1: No.
Angleman: Find him. He's the one I care about. He's too important to the work to lose now.
Scientist #1: Indeed.
Cut to Willy's Place. Spike walks in through the beaded curtains and heads to the bar.
Spike: Double-shot of O-neg, 'keep. And make it the good stuff. I
don't want no freaking orangutan. (puts a few dollars on the bar)
Willy: Got ya. Willy grabs a shot glass and a bottle of thick, red liquid.
Spike: (as drink is being poured) Been a pisser of a day, isn't it? Those army blokes are on a tear. They ran me outta my place. And all over town. Willy moves on and before Spike can take a drink, a large demon hand falls on his shoulder.
Spike: Yeah, what's that? Spike turns his head to look at the demon. Spike's POV: the demon raises his other clawed hand in a closed fist and punches the camera out. (fade out) Back to the Initiative. Buffy and Xander are still eavesdropping on Angleman.
Angleman: Keep me posted. I'll be in records He walks away and the other scientist heads in the other direction. Buffy keeps her back turned as Angleman passes behind her to a door at the end of the hall. He slips a keycard through an electronic lock and steps through the door. It's swinging close behind him but Buffy shoves the clipboard inside before it can and walks in. She hands the clipboard to Xander and marches up behind Angleman who is unaware until she spins him around to face her and shoves him against a counter, getting a fistful of his shirt.
Buffy: (pissed) Now I don't generally like to kill humans, but I've learned that it pays to be flexible in life.
Angleman: I was wondering when you'd turn up.
Buffy: (mock disappointment) Oh darn! (takes off her glasses) So this isn't a surprise? Now you can tell me what you did to Riley and after that we can take a tour of room 314.
Angleman: Somebody's coming, you know? I'm sure they've already seen you on the security monitors.
Riley: (stepping from around a the corner) Monitors are non-functional at this time, sir. Went down about ten minutes ago.
Buffy: (looks to Xander) What? I didn't do that.
Xander: Thank god for small favors and we'll worry about details later, huh, Buff?
Angleman: Finn take this girl to the stockade immediately.
Buffy: Riley, he can tell us what we need to know. (to Angleman) Maggie wanted me dead, didn't she?
Angleman: (a beat) She did. (to Riley) But understand the Initiative has no interest in eliminating the Slayer. It was her own vendetta.
Buffy: Why? Spell it out for me. I feel an attack of "dumb blonde" coming on.
Angleman: I don't know.
Buffy: (jerks him closer) Well. Think. Harder.
Angleman: It was . . . the project.
Buffy: Project? 314.
Angleman: It . . . Glances at Riley who is paying close attention.
Angleman: (to Buffy) It escaped.
Riley: (stepping closer) That's enough! You're making her sound like some psychopath. She wasn't like that! She was a brilliant woman!
Angleman: She was. I--it's not--
Riley: (angry) All she was doing was trying to help people . . . and this is the way you want them to remember her?!
Buffy: (to Riley) Angleman said Walsh was feeding you drugs.
Riley: You're doing this to me, aren't you? He advances on her and Buffy lets go of Angleman to face him. Angleman starts slinking away towards a nearby door.
Riley: (glaring) This all started because of you!
Buffy: Look, if you will just listen to me, okay? I am trying to help you get to the truth.
Riley: You want truth? Then tell me . . . (grabs her arm) what did you do to her, Buffy?
Buffy: (breaks the hold) Stop it! I didn't do anything! Riley tries to grab her again and she has to push him back.
Buffy: Riley, stop! This isn't about us! Everything that we need to know is here. We just need to find out what was in 314. A commando's body suddenly drops to the floor behind them. They all turn and look up. On a catwalk Adam is looking down at them.
ADAM: Me. ~~~~~~~~~~ Part Four ~~~~~~~~~~~ Fade in. Exactly how we left everything. Adam starts to pace across the catwalk.
ADAM: I've been thinking about the world. I wanted to see it. Learn it. I saw the inside of that boy and it was beautiful. But it didn't tell me about the world. It just made me feel. So now . . . I want to learn about me. Why I feel? What I am? He stops pacing and turns to face them. He takes a step forward and drops to the floor, landing on his feet. He's looking at Riley.
ADAM: So I came home. He pulls out a computer disk from the cargo pocket of his camouflage pants. Its labeled "ADAM" and he slides it into the drive slot of the metal plate on his chest. The disk loads itself with a soft whirring.
ADAM: (pacing again) I'm a kinematically redundant, biomechanical demonoid. Designed by Maggie Walsh. She called me Adam and I called her mother.
Angleman: Adam. Maggie would want you to stand down.
ADAM: (looks at him) Yes. But I seem to have a design flaw. Angleman looks as if he's ready to bolt. Buffy has a "Oh, sh1t" look on her face.
ADAM: (pacing) In addition to organic material, I'm equipped with GP-2/D-11 Infrared Detectors. A Harmonic Decelerator, plus DC Servo.
Buffy: She pieced you together from parts of other demons. Adam looks down at his green Polgara arm, and his dark tan demon right arm, which is plated with metal on the forearm and shoulder.
ADAM: And man. And machine. Which tells me what I am . . but not who I am. Mother wrote things down. Hard data, but also her feelings. That's how I learned that I have a job here. And that she loved me.
Riley: She wasn't your mother! And she didn't love you!
Xander: (not taking eyes off Adam) Is that really the issue?
Riley: She made you because she was a scientist!
Xander: (warningly) Rileeey.
ADAM: Riley Finn. He pulls out another disk, this one labeled "FINN," and loads it into his chest.
Riley: Stop! Those files--
ADAM: Oh! Mother created you, too.
Riley: Maggie is not my mother! (to Buffy) I have a mother! A real--
ADAM: A birth mother. Yes. But after you met Maggie, she was the one who shaped your basic operating system. She taught you how to think. How to feel. She fed you chemicals to make you stronger. Your mind and body. She said that you and I were her favorite children. Her art. That makes us brothers. Family.
Riley: No! (taking a step forward) I'm not like you!
ADAM: That's pain, isn't it? Why? Because your feeding schedule --the chemicals-- have been interrupted? Or do you miss her? Tell me.
Riley: I'll kill you!
ADAM: (calmly) You won't. You haven't been programmed to.
Riley: I cannot be programmed! I'm a man!
ADAM: It's here. He's pulled out another disk and his holding it up for Riley to see.
ADAM: The plan she had for us. What happens. How it ends.
Riley: (quietly) No.
ADAM: Do you want to hear?
Riley: No! Riley draws his Barretta and aims it at Adam. Before he can pull the trigger, Adam grabs his arm and forces him to drop it. Buffy rushes forward and Adam backhands her in the face, sending her to the floor. Riley frees himself and punches Adam across the metal side of his face. Adam, unfazed, hits him with an uppercut that sends him flying high across the room over a middle work table. He hits the floor in a tumble, stunned. Xander rushes forward but Adam just shoves him back against the wall and he goes down. Buffy is on her feet and sends a powerful roundkick to Adam's chest. Adam just looks at her and smashes a fist across her face. She retaliates with a punch to his midsection. Adam responds by slamming the same fist down on her shoulder this time driving her to the floor. Angleman decides it's time to get the hell out of there and runs past Adam, heading for the door. Adam sees him and his Polgara skewer juts out of his arm.
ADAM: Doctor. Adam steps forward and plunges the skewer into Angleman's back. He gasps and shudders in pain for a few seconds then falls to the floor, sliding off the spear. Riley runs up behind Adam and jumps on his back, wrapping an arm around his neck. Adam just turns on him and stabs him in the left side of his abdomen. Riley falls back, hitting the metal railing of the stairs, and drops to the floor clutching his side. Buffy gets to her feet and slams a side kick into Adam's back, this time making him stumble. He quickly turns and she ducks a slash aimed at her head. He grabs her around the neck with his other hand and shoves her to the floor.
Cut to the door. Graham and Forrest can be seen through the small wired-glass window. They are pounding on the door, trying to get in. Adam grabs Buffy again, lifting her off the floor, and throws her against the wall. She hits hard and falls, unmoving. Adam just stands and looks down at his fallen opponents. There are now more commandos outside the door, trying to break through.
ADAM: Thank you. This has been . . . very interesting. He walks to the stairs and heads back up to the catwalk. Riley is lying against the wall, in pain and Buffy, nearby, is starting to move again.
Commando: (OS) Back away from the door! Finally, one of the commandos figured out that one of the very big guns their holding would be very helpful right now, and sends a circle of shots through the metal door around the handle. Adam walks under an airvent and reaches for the grated cover. Buffy moves to Riley's side.
Buffy: Riley. Are you okay? The door gives way and two commandos rush in, guns ready. Forrest and Graham are right behind them and another half dozen commandos follow. They see Angleman's body as they walk inside.
Commando: (OS) Secure the room! Go! Go!
Xander: (still on the floor) We got a demon in here. It escaped through that vent.
Buffy: It's not the Polgara. It looks sort of half man.
Forrest: Right! And you just happened to be in the neighborhood.
Riley: (painfilled) She's telling the truth. I saw it. It killed Angleman. Go. Now!
Commando: Yes, sir. Several commandos rush up the stairs to the vent. Forrest steps closer to Riley.
Buffy: He needs to go to a hospital.
Forrest: We'll take it from here.
Buffy: I'm going with him.
Forrest: It's a military hospital.
Buffy: No. Forrest kneels beside Riley.
Forrest: Back off! We take care of our own around here, understand? Two of the commandos standing next to Graham aim their rifles at Buffy. Xander, not liking where this is going, moves closer to her and reaches a hand down to her.
Xander: (concerned) Buffy. Forrest motions Graham forward and Buffy has to move as he and Forrest lift Riley to his feet.
Forrest: (to commandos) Escort them out. Riley looks back at Buffy.
Riley: (weakly) Buffy Buffy can only stand and watch them take him away and tears start to fill her eyes. And we cut to-- The door of Willy's Place swings open and Spike is ejected, tumbling into the alley in a broken, bloody mess. As he lies on his back, a large bad-ass demon walks out and stands over him.
Bad-ass Demon: What did you expect, Spike? A welcome party? Quick shot of two more mean looking demons standing in the doorway.
Bad-ass Demon: Word's out: you've been making war on the demon world.
Spike: (dazed) War?
Bad-ass Demon: With the Slayer! You kill other demons and the rest of us don't hold with that. The other two demons, growling, duck back inside where the jukebox can be heard playing loudly.
Bad-ass Demon: Still . . . if I see you around here again, *I'll* be inclined to break that code. Do you understand? Spike doesn't, or can't, say anything and the demon turns and walks back inside. Leaving Spike alone.
Cut to UC Sunnydale. Next day. Willow and Buffy are outside, walking across campus.
Willow: No word from Riley?
Buffy: Nothing. The Initiative probably has him locked in some medical ward. There's no way I can get near him until I come up with a better plan than just storming in and getting us all shot.
Willow: Yeah, you might want to work the kinks out of that one.
Buffy: What am I going to do? He needs me and I can't get near him.
Willow: You'll find a way.
Buffy: It's not like I can spend all of my energy going after the Initiative. Not while Adam's out there.
Willow: He's really that big of a threat? They move to the side of the walkway and sit down on a wooden bench.
Buffy: (sighs) I could barely fight him. I-it was like Maggie designed him to be the ultimate warrior. He's smart and fast. He gave the commando guys the slip with no problem.
Willow: There's gotta be a flaw.
Buffy: I think the part where he's pure evil and kills randomly was an oversight. She lets herself sit back as her thoughts return to Riley.
Buffy: I never should have let them take Riley. I need to be with him.
Willow: I'm sure he's okay.
Buffy: There's no way he can be. Everything he's ever believed in has been taken away or . . . He's alone. He has nothing to hold on to. Dissolve to the corridors of the Initiative. Commandos and Scientists are going about business as usual. One commando is standing guard at a closed door. Dissolve to interior and the camera pans across the medical room where we see Riley lying on a bed. his abdomen is wrapped heavily in bandages, a small red stain over his wound. He's still sweating a little but no longer seems agitated. He's staring at the wall. He lifts his right hand and looks at Buffy's scarf still wrapped around his hand.
Summary:
| Buffy discovers The Initiative's secret weapon; Riley becomes unstable due to the death of Professor Walsh and drug withdrawal; Adam ( George Hertzberg ) reveals some information about himself, while trying to learn about people by investigating their insides. | 95 | 91,610 | 91,612 | 91,612 | ... [The rest of the episode script is omitted]
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fd_The_Office_05x24 | fd_The_Office_05x24_0 | You are given a script of a TV episode. Summarize the episode in a paragraph.
Episode Script:
Michael: Hup! [throws cheese puff to Ryan who catches it in his mouth]
[SCENE_BREAK]
Pam: Things are a little slow here. And there's only so much cold-calling you can do in a day. Turns out there's no limit to the number of cheese puffs you can throw at someone's face.
Michael: Hup! [throws cheese puff to Pam who catches it in her mouth]
Pam: We're getting pretty good at it.
[SCENE_BREAK]
[Pam and Ryan throw cheese puffs to Michael, Ryan and Michael throw cheese puffs at each other, Michael throws a cheese puff over his shoulder to Ryan, all three throw cheese puffs to one another, give high-fives]
[SCENE_BREAK]
[Pam yawns, two cheese puffs thrown at her, one sticks in her hair]
[SCENE_BREAK]
Jim: Andy put down a bunch of deposits on stuff for his wedding with Angela, but then she was sleeping with Dwight for... several years. Wait, no, that can't be right.
Pam: The timeline's messy.
Jim: Anyway, now we are going bargain hunting in the haunted graveyard of their love.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Andy: This is my solo. [stereo plays Andy imitating bass guitar, a cappella starts singing 'You Can Call Me Al']
Pam: I'm confused. Am I walking down the aisle to 'You Can Call Me Al?'
Andy: Trust me. You will not be walking. You will be boogie-ing.
Jim: I am extremely interested. So, how much will all of this cost?
Andy: Well, 12 guys, airfare, three nights in a hotel, food per diem, table up front for merch... $9,000.
Pam: I don't know. It seems like a lot for an a cappella group from a college we never went to.
Andy: Did you even hear the music I just played for you?
Pam: Mm-hmm.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Phyllis: What's wrong with you?
Dwight: These sleeves are cutting off my circulation. Not enough blood getting to my hands.
Phyllis: I think you look nice.
Dwight: Doesn't Charles know he's compromising my attack readiness? It's not a dress code. It's a death sentence.
Charles: Looking good.
Dwight: 'Kay, thank you. It's a straight jacket! [knocks things off shelf with arms] Okay.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Dwight: When Michael was in charge, this place was like the Roman Empire. And the Wild West. And war-torn Poland. And Poland. There was just a lot going on, so what you wore to work was the least of anybody's worries. And in that chaos, I soared.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Michael: Hey.
Dwight: Hey. Ed's Tires is thinking of making a change.
Michael: [gestures to 'Bed & Breakfast' magazine] Is this good?
Dwight: They have some great kitchen ideas.
Michael: Oh. Okay. Ed's Tires, huh?
Dwight: It's small, I know.
Michael: I really appreciate it.
Dwight: Thanks, Michael. [Michael palms Dwight cash in their handshake] Wait, what is this?
Michael: It's for your trouble.
Dwight: Wh- I don't need $6 to help a friend.
Michael: No, no, listen, as a friend, I want you to have this.
Dwight: Michael, you know I can't take this.
Michael: Yes, I do.
Dwight: But don't forget you owe me $10.
Michael: That was four years ago. Why don't you let it go?
Dwight: Michael.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Andy: What was up with Pam being all pushy and negative in there?
Jim: I think she just didn't want a crucifix cake.
Andy: It scares me to see you going down a road that I went down.
Jim: Am I going down a road?
Andy: When I see her bossing you around like that, it just makes me wonder if this thing really has the legs to go the distance.
Jim: It's so scary how right the things you're saying are. And you're coming at it with almost no knowledge, so of course I trust your opinion on this.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Andy: I know a few things about love. Horrible, terrible, awful, awful things.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Jim: I was going to use today to purge my inbox, but now something much more pressing has come up.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Michael: Ed's Tires. Why don't you tell them that we have fewer clients, so we can spend more time with each of them. Also, try to discuss it over Indian food, and try to mention how you distrust women.
Pam: I'm not gonna do that.
Michael: That is smart. That would not seem genuine. Ryan?
Ryan: I can get there.
Michael: Good, you take the lead on this one. Also, do not forget that he has just gone through a messy divorce.
Ryan: Oh, awesome.
Michael: Bring it in. Morning cheer. [clears throat]
Michael, Pam & Ryan: U-G-L-Y, you ain't got no alibi! You ugly, huh huh, you ugly! You mama says you ugly! Hey! Go Michael Scott Paper Company!
[SCENE_BREAK]
Pam: I'm here. I'm a part of this now.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Dwight: You needed to speak to me?
Charles: Dwight, take a seat.
Dwight: I prefer to stand. Less blood clots.
Charles: Nah, that's weird. You're gonna sit. [Dwight sits] Great. You know, Dwight, it has been quite a transition for all of us. Are you happy with the way things have been runnin' lately?
Dwight: Do you mean compared to the ways things ran with other bosses? Comparisons are hard.
Charles: I've just been impressed with your performance and I wanted to make sure good work doesn't go unnoticed.
Dwight: Your concern is noted.
Charles: Yeah, I like your work ethic. You're so... focused.
Dwight: Like a wolf. Thank you.
Charles: And I wanna start givin' you more responsibility. What do you say you and I go out for a drink this week?
Dwight: Really?
Charles: Definitely.
Dwight: [sighs] It's firm.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Michael: [on phone] I need you to get me the prices that you're charging Ed's tires so I can undercut Dunder Mifflin.
Dwight: I don't know that I can do that now. You know, uh, something's come up.
Michael: Oh n- Is it Mose? Did you put the cover on that well?
Dwight: No, Mose is fine. I roped it off. It's not about Mose. Listen, things are changing here, Michael, they're changing fast.
Michael: I'm not following you.
Dwight: Imagine... Someone has a personal hero they really wanna help. But then there's this new guy. Very cool, very Will Smith-esque, who would not like it if he helped his hero.
Michael: Personal hero, cool new guy. Okay, I think I'm getting your drift.
Dwight: Good, do you see what I'm saying?
Michael: Crystal clear. So is this for a movie that you're writing?
Dwight: No.
Michael: Can I use it? [Pam holds up note saying "He's talking about you!"]
Dwight: No.
Michael: [Michael dismisses note, Ryan and Pam point to notepad] Dwight, are you talking about us?
Dwight: It is possible that I could be talking about us.
Michael: Someone could say that it is like the situation that we are in now?
Dwight: It is the situation that we are in now.
Michael: So I would say that the old boss has always been good to Dwight, and he was there first, so he has dibs. You respect dibs, don't you?
Dwight: I'm not a barbarian.
Michael: Good. Will you meet me in 20 minutes at the spot?
Dwight: I will.
Michael: Dwight?
Dwight: Yes?
Michael: Is the cool new guy Charles?
Dwight: I've said too much.
Michael: Is it Stanley?
[SCENE_BREAK]
Jim: Hey, Andy. You know I've been thinkin about what you said-
Andy: 'Noishe.'
Jim: -I just don't know if I can do it.
Andy: That's interesting, because I hear what you're saying is that you want to do it, which means you can do it. Believe me, I broke up with Angela, and I'm like, the happiest guy ever. I mean, I'm so happy. I'm so happy. Like, total freedom, you know?
Jim: It's just that Pam gets me through the day, you know? I really rely on her. I'm pretty emotionally needy.
Andy: And you know what? I am here for you. Let me be your traveling pants. [imitates punching on Jim's fist] Ah, what'd you do that for?
Jim: [both laugh] You know that I was doin' this.
Andy: [fist pound each other] Totally.
Jim: Okay.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Michael: Hello, Dwight. What's with the shirt? Are you alright?
Dwight: I'm sorry, Michael
Charles: [Charles comes from around corner] Hi, Michael.
Michael: Oh my God! Run! Run! It's a setup. Setup!
Charles: No, Mich-Michael.
Michael: Dwight, run!
Charles: Michael, no, let's be cool, ok?
Michael: You be cool.
Charles: Yes.
Michael: Just-what's going on?
Charles: We need to talk about our two companies, and how we should behave. Dwight tells me you've been pestering him for company info.
Michael: Mm-do... Dwight would not-
Charles: He did.
Dwight: I did, Michael. I was upset about the shirt sleeves at first, but now I'm okay with it.
Charles: Michael, I want you to stop pestering my salesmen, and I want you to leave Dunder Mifflin alone. Do you understand?
Michael: I. Understand. Nothing.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Michael: [Michael storms into office] Wow.
Pam: Michael, are you alright?
Michael: It was a setup. Dwight told Charles. He told him.
Pam: Tell us what you're talking about.
Ryan: Yeah.
Michael: It's like, a girl says she'll make out with you, but then her boyfriend is waiting around the corner with a pee-filled balloon.
Pam: We can't help you if you don't just tell us what happened.
Michael: I got hit in the face with a pee-filled water balloon, Pam, ok? I don't know how they did it. They filled the balloon with pee. A funnel? I don't know. Is that clear enough for you?
[SCENE_BREAK]
Andy: Hey, Jim.
Jim: [Jim slams lunchbag on table] I just totally blew a sales call.
Andy: Bro, I do that all the time.
Jim: Yeah, well, with you it's different, okay? Cause I just- I just suck. I just- I suck!
Andy: Tuna, be nice to my friend Jim, ok?
Jim: Why? When I look in the mirror, I don't like the face that looks back.
Andy: Well, so what? Your body's a ten.
Jim: Forget it.
Andy: Jim.
Jim: I said forget it. [drop kicks lunch across room, stomps on it]
[SCENE_BREAK]
Dwight: [on phone] Dwight Schrute.
Michael: Hello, traitor.
Dwight: I think you have the wrong number, Michael.
Michael: I want you to listen to me, friend, and I want you to listen to me good. I am going to come at you, and I am going to come at you hard. I am going to steal all of your clients, and then I am going to kill them in front of you.
Pam: Michael!
Michael: I'm just getting hardcore with him.
Ryan: Finally.
Michael: Yes, and hear me, Dwight, when I say I brought you into this world, and I can take you out. [hangs up] Bill Cosby.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Dwight: [on phone] Mr. Schofield, please?
Secretary: He's in a meeting.
Dwight: Dammit! [hangs up]
[SCENE_BREAK]
Michael: [on phone] Is Mr. Schofield there?
Automated phone voice: If you'd like to reach an outside line, please dial nine first. [Michael sighs, hangs up phone]
[SCENE_BREAK]
Stanley: So, you think Michael's going after the whale, huh?
Dwight: I have a long term relationship with Harper Collins publishers and Mr. Schofield. I'm not worried.
Phyllis: You sound worried.
Dwight: And you have bad skin. Oh, look everyone, we're all making observations! [gibberish sounds]
[SCENE_BREAK]
Michael: [on phone] Well, if you could do me a big favor and tell Mr. Schofield that Michael Scott has tickets to the Wilkes-Barre Penguins game this weekend, and if he would like to join me... Hello, Daniel. How are you? Uh-huh. I sure do. Yes. [referencing rolodex card] Wanted to ask, did Kathy ever make JV?
Ryan: Look at that old dude and his rolodex go.
Pam: I spent a month putting that rolodex on his Blackberry, which he now uses as a nightlight.
Michael: Wow. High score?
[SCENE_BREAK]
Dwight: And no, I cannot lower my current prices. [phone rings] Hold on. Hello? Mr. Schofield, thank you so much for taking the time to talk. I wanted to discuss your contract with us- oh, you're considering him. I thought Michael Scott left the paper business after his nervous breakdown.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Dwight: Michael has been talking to my biggest client. Master and apprentice pitted against one another for the fate of the greater Scranton area paper market. So it's not exactly like 'Highlander,' but still...
[SCENE_BREAK]
Michael: Hello, Dwight, I've been expecting your call. What do you want?
Dwight: I would like to arrange a truce.
Michael: So you heard Schofield is considering a switch, and you want mercy?
Dwight: Meet me in our spot in four minutes.
Michael: No. No. You think I am going to fall for that? There's no-
Dwight: Michael.
Michael: Meet- Ok, go to the spot and then walk 100 feet.
Dwight: In which direction?
Michael: Toward the sun.
Dwight: At what time?
Michael: Noon.
Dwight: That-
Michael: You have two seconds. [Dwight starts running]
[SCENE_BREAK]
Dwight: [looking at his watch] Michael. [Madge walks by] Sorry.
Michael: Dwight.
Dwight: Michael.
Michael: I hope you're not recording this conversation. [Dwight drops his pants and lifts up his shirt] Good. I cannot believe that you sided with Charles.
Dwight: You were making me do things that were not all right.
Michael: So you just rat me out? You could have said no.
Dwight: And not come through for you?
Michael: If you want a truce, I will give you a truce.
Dwight: I want a truce.
Michael: I do too.
Dwight: Let me take you and your whole company out for lunch at Alfredo's.
Michael: Cooper's.
Dwight: I had fish yesterday.
Michael: Damn it.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Michael: [Michael, Ryan and Pam sitting at restaurant, phone rings] Oh. Dwight-elicious. Where you at?
Dwight: Oh, hi, Michael. I'm so sorry I'm late. I got stuck in traffic.
Michael: Really? That's weird. We didn't see any.
Dwight: I hit a bear.
Michael: What?
Dwight: He's technically fine. I imagine the true horror will be when he wakes up in a zoo. [throws a fish into the vent at Michael's office] Hey, listen, will you do me a favor and order the meatball parm for me, with extra cheese?
Michael: Yeah, sure.
Dwight: Ok, I will see you very soon, alright? [takes all the items off Michael's desk and puts them into briefcase, including rolodex]
Michael: Okay, see you in a bit. Dwight hit a bear. He'll be here in a sec.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Pam: [Pam, Ryan and Michael enter office] Sounds neat.
Ryan: We can spend a couple days there.
Pam: Oh my God, I think we've been robbed!
Michael: [Michael answers phone] Yeah.
Dwight: Did you enjoy your lunch?
Michael: Dwight, not now, we've been robbed.
Dwight: No, Michael, you were sabotaged.
Michael: No, Dwight, we were robbed. How would you even know? You're still stuck in traffic. [Pam holds up sign saying "Dwight did it!!"] You?
Dwight: Me.
Michael: What about our truce?
Dwight: I broke it.
Michael: On purpose?
Dwight: Yes.
Michael: Why?
Dwight: You think this is some kind of game? No, this is a war, and I will not stop, I will not rest. You have no idea what kind of enemy you've created. You have unleashed the wolf!
Michael: Be that as it may, I have your meatball parm sandwich here, and I am going to eat it.
Dwight: And I knew that you would do that. The meatball parm is their worst sandwich!
Michael: Oh. [bites into sandwich, looks disgusted] b*st*rd!
[SCENE_BREAK]
Dwight: Hi there. Dwight Schrute here. I was just calling to see if Michael Scott Paper was meeting all of your paper needs, and how is [reading off rolodex card] Brenda, age four, ponytail, and Simon, age 7? Oh, you don't say.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Dwight: [holding up rolodex card] Schrute comma Dwight. And on the back he wrote, "great salesman, better friend." [turns card over] "Tall" and "beets."
[SCENE_BREAK]
Dwight: And say hello to Cheri, who is your black wife. [hangs up and answers cell phone] I see you're begging for mercy, huh? Well, you will find none here.
Michael: Dwight, do you mind if we talk?
Dwight: Sure. That'd be fine.
Michael: If you keep coming after us, the Michael Scott Paper Company cannot succeed.
Dwight: This is war and that is what happens.
Michael: Oh, one more thing. I'm going to have you listen while I steal your biggest client.
Dwight: Oh, no. No. No. No. No.
Michael: Oh, uh oh, I'm turning you down right now.
Dwight: Michael! Michael!
Michael: You can hear me, but I can't hear you.
Secretary: Mr. Schofield's ready to see you now, Mr. Scott.
Michael: Oh, great. Mr. Schofield's ready to see me. Thank you so much.
Dwight: Don't let him in! He's a traitor! Michael!
Michael: Walking in the door...
Mr. Schofield: Michael, good to see you.
Michael: Mr. Schofield, good to see you. And I'm closing the door. [Dwight runs out of the office]
[SCENE_BREAK]
Michael: [on speakerphone in Dwight's car] Now, when Dwight tells you that he will keep prices steady for a year, I think he is speaking out of turn.
Mr. Schofield: Really?
Michael: Yes. He does not have the authority to say that. I, on the other hand, am the president, the owner, and the founder. It is like you are buying software from Bill Gates.
Dwight: Are you saying you invented paper?
[SCENE_BREAK]
Andy: [hugging a crying Jim] Okay, okay.
Jim: Oh, God.
Andy: Okay, Tuna.
Kelly: Hey, guys.
Jim: Hey.
Andy: Hello.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Andy: Excuse me, can I have your attention, everyone? Here's the deal, everybody, Jim Halpert is very upset and disturbed. I don't know if it was something you did, something you said, a look you gave him, maybe it was nothing at all, but here's the deal, ok? It stops now.
Kevin: I guess I could be nicer.
Phyllis: Andy, I think Jim is messing with you.
Andy: Oh, really?
Phyllis: Mm-hmm. [looks over to Jim smiling through windows to the kitchen]
[SCENE_BREAK]
Jim: Okay.
Andy: Yeah, okay, what the heck is happennin' here?
Jim: Two things I need you to understand. One, Pam and I are very happy together.
Andy: Uh, that's not what was-
Jim: And two, that stuff that happened with you and Angela is a bummer, and I know you don't think you're ever gonna find someone else, but you will. I promise you, you will.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Andy: Oh man, he got me so good. I learned something about myself today. Yeah. I wish this was a sofa, cause I feel like I could sit here and talk for hours.
[SCENE_BREAK]
Michael: What is that thing that Dwight always says? Paper is the soil in which the seeds of business grow?
Dwight: It's not the soil! It's the manure! Paper is the manure! On-time delivery is the soil! Aah! [runs into office]
Secretary: Uh, hello, Dwight.
Dwight: Spin move.
Secretary: Oh-
Dwight: Ha ha! April 13th, 2002.
Mr. Schofield: Dwight, I'm in a meeting.
Michael: That's very rude.
Dwight: I barge because I care. April 13th, 2002, that is the date when you tried to switch paper providers for an obscure sociology textbook, but were hung out to dry when the price of glossy stock increased.
Mr. Schofield: Maybe we should schedule a meeting on our-
Dwight: La la la! Continuing. Notice my persistence and recall. Continuing! You called Dunder Mifflin, and your order was filled within an hour!
Michael: I'm going to pull a date out of the air right now. April 13th, 2002. That is the last day that you evaluated your paper needs. Is it not? We all know that the economy is bad, and bloated companies like Dunder Mifflin...
Dwight: Come on.
Michael: Are going to fall by the wayside. Two of their branches have closed within the last year. The Michael Scott Paper Company, however, has opened a new branch this very month.
Dwight: What he's not telling you is that he will abandon you.
Mr. Schofield: Why don't you guys just e-mail me your best offers and we can finish it up that way?
Michael: That sounds like a fantastic idea. I will see you this weekend for the Penguins. Box seats as usual.
Mr. Schofield: Uh, ok, sure.
Michael: Good, good, good. I will see you.
Dwight: Thank you, Mr. Schofield, for your time. Much appreciated. Oh, and tell me, um, how's your gay son?
Mr. Schofield: Excuse me?
[SCENE_BREAK]
Michael: I color code all my info. I wrote "gay son" in green. Green means go, so I know to go ahead and shut up about it. Orange means "Orange you glad you didn't bring it up?" Most colors mean "Don't say it."
[SCENE_BREAK]
Dwight: How is Tom, the homosexual sophomore?
[SCENE_BREAK]
Michael: I wanted to start a company, not a war. Because in a war, you always fight those you are closest to. And the great tragedy of the civil war is that brother fought against brother. For what? What purpose did that serve? Apart from abolishing slavery? In that case, war was the right choice. This doesn't feel as important though. That's just how the world works, I guess.
[SCENE_BREAK]
[muffled speech, Ryan, Michael, and Pam all have mouths stuffed with cheese puffs, Michael answers the phone and talks with mouth full]
Summary:
| Dwight, finding a new hero in Charles, clashes with Michael as each tries to steal the other's clients. After trying to sell Jim and Pam on his failed wedding plans, Andy tries to provide for all of Jim's emotional needs. Jim takes the opportunity to prank Andy, but also reassures him he will find love again. Michael ends up stealing Dwight's biggest client. | 95 | 20,077 | 20,079 | 20,079 | ... [The rest of the episode script is omitted]
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fd_Angel_03x07 | fd_Angel_03x07_0 | You are given a script of a TV episode. Summarize the episode in a paragraph.
Episode Script:
[PREVIOUSLY_ON]
Wes: "The host reads their souls, senses their futures."
Cordy: "Yes, but he can only do it when they sing Karaoke."
Cordy: "Imagine what could have happened if you'd gone nuts and slept with Darla!" Angel throws Darla through the glass doors. Angel and Darla on the bed kissing and ripping each others clothes off
Angel: "You know I would never do that." Angel wakes beside Darla and jerks upright in bed.
Angel: "Get dressed and get out, because the next time I see you I will have to kill you."
Shaman: "I can not help you. No one can. This is not meant to be known."
Darla rubbing her pregnant belly: "Well, I guess there's only one thing left to do. Time to go visit daddy." Rome 1771 Some rats scurry along an underground sewer tunnel. Angelus runs by. He looks behind him and sees a group of monks carrying torches coming his way. Turns a corner, only to see other torch carrying groups of monks down a couple other branches. Angelus comes up on a sewer grate. He pulls the center grating loose, steps through, then wedges it back in place behind him. As he turns, he stumbles, tumbles down the slanting tunnel, crashes through another grate and lands on the floor of some underground chamber lit by torches. He is surrounded by monks with crossbows aimed at him. A pair of double doors swing open behind him, letting in bright sunlight. Angelus throws himself to the ground out of the direct light surrounded by a thin cloud of smoke. A rider brings his horse to a stop just inside the doors and dismounts. One of the monks leads the horse away as the rider makes his way over to a red robbed priest, while Angelus is picks himself up from the floor.
Holtz: "Mille grazie, Monsignore. Sono nel vostro debito."
Subtitles: "Thank you, Monsignor. I am in your debt."
Monsignor (st): "No, this animal murdered your family. (Points at Angelus) Hold the beast!" Chains wrap around Angelus upper arms and chest.
Holtz steps closer to Angelus: "Monsignor Rivalli, performed the ceremony when Caroline and I were wed. You remember Caroline?"
Angelus: "Pretty lass. Hearty screamer."
Holtz: "The good monsignor has since then been excommunicated. The order he founded, Inquisitore, adheres to the old beliefs. They're traditionalists and quite good at their work. Let's get started, shall we?" Holtz takes a sharp hook and some knives from one of the monks. We see the hook digging into the side of Angelus' neck, hear some cloth ripping.
Angelus: "Ah. Aah!" We see the sun rise and set while hearing Angelus' screams in the background. The monsignor is walking cross the room, reading a book. Holtz is sitting on a bench, drinking from a cup. We hear some monks recite in the background and Angelus gasping in pain.
Holtz: "You lost me in North Africa. I knew you'd come back to Europe, but *Rome* Angelus? (Gets up and walks around Angelus, suspended from the ceiling by chains around his wrists) Why in Gods name would you come to the seat of all that's holy?"
Angelus: "Darla - she loves the Sistine chapel."
Holtz: "Michelangelo?"
Angelus: "Not him. She's mad about Botticelli's frescos. (Groans) The Temptation of Christ is her favorite - probably because of the leper. (Sighs) What do you want, Holtz?" Holtz picks up a three-pronged claw and looks at it.
Holtz: "I don't want anything. My family is gone. I don't trust you to give me Darla, although I *will* find her, you know that. My only desire here - is to discover if a thing such as yourself can be made to pay for its sins. (Holtz digs the claw-thingy in somewhere below Angelus waist (off screen) and Angelus groans in pain) You're a demon. It is your nature to maim and kill. But you were also once a man. If we beat and burn the demon out of your living flesh, will there be anything left? (Holtz digs the claw in again and Angelus groans in pain) Anything at all? I doubt it. But I'm willing to spend the next fortnight of my life finding out. - In either event - you have no soul, you can not be saved." A flaming arrow streaks across the room and buries itself in one of the monks.
Darla: "Sorry it took me so long darling." Darla is standing in a tunnel opening, holding a crossbow loaded with another flaming arrow. There are other vampires with her.
Darla: "Kill them." Darla fires her flaming bolt, hitting Holtz in the shoulder. The vampires streak past her and attack the monks. Several vampires get staked by the monks during the fight, but that doesn't slow the rest of them down. Monsignor confronts Darla with a cross held in front of him.
Monsignor: "Vai' all inferno, demonio lordo! (caption) Go to hell foul demon!" Darla pushes the cross aside, then sends the Monsignor flying into a wall.
Darla: "No, grazie, padre." The double doors that Holtz rode in through is pulled down and a horse and carriage driven by a blanket shrouded vampire trot in. Darla unclips Angelus chains. Two other vampires catch him under the arms and drop him onto the back of the cart. Holtz tries to get up. Darla knocks him across the chin, then joins a groaning Angelus on the cart.
Angelus: "Darlin'?"
Darla: "What?"
Angelus: "Shouldn't we be killing Holtz?"
Darla: "I know, but it's just so much fun ruining his life. He's like family now." Angelus pulls Darla into a kiss as a vampire covers them with a tarp. The wagon heads out into the sunlight, with the blanket shrouded vamp at the reins. A public bus (Downtown LA - Hollywood) pulls over to the side of a dark and deserted street in LA.
Darla: "Right here is fine. (To bus driver) Thanks for the lift. That didn't take long at all. (Gets off the bus) And they say there is no public transportation in LA." The bus driver turns slowly and looks towards the back of the bus. Three passengers are slumped in their seats with twin puncture wounds visible on their necks. Four other people are huddled down in the back of the bus. Bus driver fumbles out his radio: "Help! We got a code twelve on the 5-8 line! We need help here now, for god's sake. Now!" Darla walks away across the street. Intro Cordy is arranging some flowers in a vase down in the basement of the Hyperion. Angel walks into the training area and sees that there are several vases of them scattered around the room.
Angel: "What's this?"
Cordy: "Oh, it's just so dark and lifeless down here, I thought I'd brighten it up a little for you. (Angel picks up one of the vases) You can't exactly go out and enjoy the sunny fields of nature, but that doesn't mean we can't bring a little bloom into your darkness."
Angel: "They're fake."
Cordy: "Yeah. You put something real in this hellhole and it die (snaps her fingers) like that." Angel puts the flowers down, looking at Cordy.
Cordy: "Thank you, Cordelia?"
Angel: "You know, I've been around a long time..."
Cordy: "Which reminds me. Next birthday, you think we could skip the two-hundred and fifty odd candles on the cake and the inevitable fire marshal and just go and just go with a little song?"
Angel: "And I've never known anyone like you."
Cordy: "Well, duh! Times a wasting, big guy. Can we do it? (Takes on a stance) Hi-yeah!"
Angel chuckling: "Okay. Last time we were working on not pulling your punches and your kicks. Right? Don't worry about me. (Cordy hits him and he deflects the punch with his arm) That's good. (Cordy swipes at him again) Good! Where is your weight? (Angel looks down) Balls of your feet?" Cordy swings and hits him across the face full force.
Cordy: "Oops! Oh god, you said that... (Angel straightens back up, smiling) Are you okay?"
Angel: "I'm a vampire. You can't hurt me. Good." Angel turns away from her and makes a face, gingerly feeling his nose.
Cordy: "You're off your game. It's because of the prophecy Wes and Gunn are trying to get their hands on. You think the end is coming." Angel turns back to face her: "The end is not coming. Someone is always uncovering some ancient scroll, and they're always saying the same thing: that something terrible is coming. Do you know how many of these things I've seen in my very long life?"
Cordy: "Four?"
Angel: "Three. But there's nothing to worry about."
Cordy: "Then way are Gunn and Wesley breaking and entering right now?"
Angel: "Breaking and entering is such a negative term. They are simply retrieving some missing pieces from the Nyazian Scroll. Just to make sure..."
Cordy: "That the end is coming. - Well, all we can do is live each moment to the fullest and be grateful that we didn't throw too much money at the NASDAQ." Angel blinking his eyes and lifting a hand towards his face: "Am I swelling?" Camera sweeps over some big houses, surrounded by big gardens on a sunny plateau with some mountains in the background. Pans past some old oil paintings and statuary to show Wes, dressed in black, sneaking up on the window and look into the window from outside. Wes motions and Gunn walks up beside him.
Wes: "Step one: Dobermans are happily gnawing on the steak. Alarm and vid lines are disabled (pulls out a scanner and looks at its display) no infrared. Caught a break there. Step two: we cut a hole in the glass, snake in the mini-cam and scan the interior." Gunn walks over to look in the glass door while Wes pulls glasscutter with a suction cup out of his duffel bag and attaches it to the window.
Wes: "If it's all clear, we disable the locks and bolts on the side door thus completing... (Gunn tries the door and it swings open) ...step three." Wes closes up his duffel and moves over to follow Gunn inside, then hurries back to detach the suction cup from the window and stow it in his bag while Gunn waits for him inside. Wes hurries in and motions for Gunn to close the patio door. They open the doors into an adjacent room, in which all sorts of things are on display. Gunn looks around and whistles.
Wes: "Can you believe this?"
Gunn looking around: "Some guys collect old cars, some guys collect..." Gunn flinches back as he spots a misshapen, one-eyed demon head in a glass case. Then he and Wes lean in for a closer look.
Gunn: "It's like - the eye follows you wherever you go." Wes walks over to a bottle sitting on a pedestal, pulls out the stopper and takes a sniff before closing it again.
Wes: "Alright. If you were the priceless remnants of the lost Nyazian Scroll, where would you be?"
Gunn: "If I was priceless - I'd be in the vault."
Wes: "The vault? Your snitch never said anything about a vault!"
Gunn: "I got a bad feeling about this."
Wes: "We figure something out. It's just a - vault."
Gunn: "Actually my bad feeling is more about the man standing behind you with the large revolver." Wes turns to see a guy standing in the door aiming a gun at them.
Man: "Move and I'll kill you. The man edges into the room and reaches for the telephone with one hand while still aiming the gun at them with the other.
Wes: "I hope you're calling the police."
Man: "You bet I am."
Wes: "Good. You can explain to them why you keep so much GHB on hand. (Wes walks over to the bottle on the pedestal) You know, Rohypnol, the date rape drug."
Man: "What?"
Wes indicates the bottle: "Muslok Trancing Amalgam. Under the microscope it's virtually indistinguishable from GHB." The man slowly puts the receiver back down.
Man: "Alright. I won't call the police."
Wes: "I'm glad we understand each other."
Man: "Until after I kill you."
Wes: "Oh." Gunn picks up four red glass balls out of a bowl on another stand.
Gunn: "Hey, these worth a lot?"
Man: "Yes. They're Cyopian conjuring spheres."
Gunn: "How much? Four figures each? Five? (Starts to juggle two of the balls with one hand) More?"
Man: "Stop that!"
Gunn: "Put the weapon down." When the man hesitates, Gunn lets one of the balls drop and it shatters with a liquid splash as it hits the floor.
Gunn: "Kind of delicate. (Juggles the remaining three with both hands) Look, we're not thieves, we're investigators. Now, we need to look at your Nyazian Scrolls. Put the weapon down, because - I'm getting kind of tired here."
Man: "Alright!" Man puts the revolver down on a glass case and Wes retrieves it. Gunn drops another ball (the owner lets out a fearful gasp) only to bounce it off his foot and catch it again.
Gunn: "I always wanna give them a big finish. Fred comes down the basement stairs of the Hyperion.
Cordy: "Ow. That doesn't feel right."
Angel: "Just relax. You have to bend."
Cordy: "I don't bend there. - Okay. Now that's downright unnatural."
Angel: "I know it feels strange, but if an attacker comes at you from behind, you wanna be able to shift all your weight immediately to your other foot so you can spin and kick. Here, you try it." Cordy spins and kicks up against Angel's chest. Angel catches her, one arm around her leg another around her waist to keep her from falling.
Angel: "Whoa! Easy. Alright. That's alright. (Lowers her leg and lets go of her) That's better. We'll keep - working on it. Okay. That's probably enough for today."
Cordy: "Yeah, well, we could do more of it, but then I'd have to ice every bone in my body. See you." Cordy walks towards the stairs, one hand pressed against the small of her back.
Cordy: "Hey, Fred."
Fred: "Hey! - Kye-rumption."
Cordy walking up the stairs: "Well - back at you."
Angel: "What did you say?"
Fred: "Kye-rumption. It's the one nice word I remember from the Pylean hell dimension."
Angel: "What's it mean?"
Fred: "It's when two great heroes meet on the field of battle and recognize their mutual fate. It's also a kind of grog made out of the ox dung but that's archaic."
Angel: "Oh, ah, that's interesting."
Fred: "When I see you and Cordelia sparring Kye-rumption always comes to mind."
Angel after a beat: "Me and Cordelia."
Fred: "I know. She's such a hero, with the visions and the courage. It's only natural that you and she would be drawn to one another. - Oh! Plastic flowers! (Hurries over to one of the vases) My favorite! They never fade, you know."
Angel: "Oh, whoa, wait a minute. There's nothing going on between me and Cordelia."
Fred: "Nothing but Moira."
Angel: "Who's Moira?"
Fred: "Moira is the gut physical attraction between two larger than life souls."
Angel: "Ha. No, there is no attraction. Cordelia is a friend. Someone I work with. That's all."
Fred grinning: "See? You're being chivalrous. Because you 're a hero, just like her. You got Kye-rumption!"
Angel: "Stop using that word!"
Wes: "What's going on down here?"
Angel: "Nothing."
Wes: "I believe Fred's been through enough recently without people shouting at her."
Fred: "He didn't mean anything by it." Wes just stands there, looking at the floor.
Angel: "Is there something you wanted?"
Wes: "Yes. (Looks at Fred) Gunn and I were hoping you could give us a hand with the Nyazian Prohecies. We need someone who can do the math."
Fred: "Sure!" Fred starts up the stairs.
Wes looks around: "Who gave you all the flowers?"
Angel: "Nobody." Gunn is throwing darts at a board in the office at the Hyperion. Wes is sitting at the desk, writing. Fred is sitting beside him, working on the laptop. Cordy is at her own desk.
Gunn: "So, how are you doing there, Fred?"
Fred: "Oh, it's a simple equation, really. The ancient Roman calendar has fourteen hundred and sixty-four days in a four-year cycle. The Etruscan, Sumerian, and Druidian each have their own cycles. You work forward from the presumed day of the prophecy under each calendar, factoring in our own three hundred and sixty-five day calendar and accounting for a three day discrepancy for every four years and..." Angel walks into the lobby, he sees Cordy sitting at her desk and stops before anyone notices he's there.
Fred: "Oh. - That can't be right. - Unless the world ended last March."
Gunn: "So, are we talking Armageddon - or bad house number? (Sits down in the chair in front of Wes desk) Is it a bad event - or a bad guy?"
Wes: "It's not clear on that. It predicts the arrival or arising of the Tro-clan, the person or being that brings about the ruination of mankind."
Gunn: "So it's a two for one. Isn't that nice."
Wes: "And I'm not sure on the translation. Ruination may in fact mean purification."
Gunn: "Purification? So this Tro-clan is a good thing?"
Wes: "I doubt that. But it's purification in Aramaic, ruination in ancient Greek and in the lost Ga-shundi language it means both."
Cordy: "And you don't want to make the same mistake twice." Cordy looks up from her desk at Wes, who looks down at his papers.
Wes: "No."
Fred: "What mistake?"
Wes: "There was another prophecy a while back. It seemed to be about Angel and contained the word 'Shanshu' which I thought meant to die and I - sort of told Angel..."
Cordy: "...that we was going to die."
Fred: "Oh, no."
Wes: "Then I found out it also meant to live. It meant to die and to live."
Fred: "So - which is it?"
Wes: "Both. In his case it meant that some day the vampire in him might die, but the human in him might live." Angel is standing at a corner in the lobby, listening.
Fred: "That he would be like a normal man?" Angel slowly lifts his head and looks at Cordy working at her desk.
Wes: "Yes."
Fred: "Wow. What would we do if that happened?"
Cordy: "I'd buy him some plaid shirts and take him to the beach. The boy needs some color." Fred goes back to typing on the laptop.
Fred: "There. That came out better. - Oh. No it didn't. It's still very preliminary, but - if these calculations are correct, this bad thing should already be here. (Looks around) Well, I-I guess not right here, but - here in LA." Angel walks into the reception area and sits down.
Fred: "Let me run these numbers again."
Cordy: "Hey."
Angel: "Hey."
Cordy after a while: "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Angel: "Ah, no reason." After a moment Cordy gets up and walks past Angel to pour a cup of coffee.
Cordy: "Okay. It's getting creepy now."
Angel: "I was just thinking about things. - People. You know. How they relate. Take you and me for instance. We're very different. *Very* different. Obviously (points at Cordy) human (points at himself) vampire. (points a Cordy) Woman (points at himself) man...pire."
Cordy: "Has someone been putting vodka in your blood?"
Angel laughs: "See? You're funny! And I, well I get off a good one every once in a while, but you..."
Cordy, sipping her coffee: "Angel, are you trying to say you love me?"
Angel: "What?"
Cordy: "I love you too."
Angel: "You do? When did this..." Cordy yells towards Wes open office door: "Angel loves me. I love him."
Angel: "Oh, my god!"
Cordy: "You guys love us and we love you."
Fred, Wes and Gunn chorus: "We love you Angel."
Cordy: "They were all saying it earlier. Just in case this prophecy comes true and we all die. - You're not gonna wanna hug, are you?" Angel clears his throat and sits back shaking his head: "No." Cordy goes back to her desk: "God knows we've been through a lot together."
Angel: "That's really all I was trying to say, that we've been through so much together, you and me, as *friends.* You've seen the - good, - and the not so good."
Cordy: "Just like you have in me. And for the record: the good I've seen far outweighs the bad."
Angel after a beat: "Thanks. You, too."
Cordy: "Hey, what are friends for?"
Darla: "If you ask me, they're for knocking you up and leaving you high and dry." Angel spins around to see a very pregnant Darla standing on the top landing leading down into the lobby from outside.
Darla: "Hello, lover. Long time no see." Break
Angel: "Darla."
Cordy: "Darla?"
Wes: "Darla!"
Fred: "Who's Darla?"
Gunn: "Angel's old flame from way back."
Fred: "Not the one that died?"
Gunn: "Yeah. No, not that one. The other one that died and came back to life. She's a vampire."
Fred: "Y'all have a chart or something?"
Gunn: "In the files. I'll get it for you later."
Angel: "Well, when did this happen?"
Darla comes down the steps: "You know *exactly* when it happened."
Cordy: "Angel - did - you and Darla...?"
Angel: "Uh..." Cordy turns to look at him.
Angel: "This is impossible."
Darla: "Tell me about it - daddy!"
Cordy: "You slept with her?"
Angel: "Vampires can't have children. Wesley?"
Wes: "Ah, no, he's right. It's not possible."
Cordy: "That's not what I asked."
Darla: "You know we can't. I know we can't. But - we did."
Fred: "I wonder if this might not be that bad thing we were expecting."
Darla: "What did you do to me?" She hits Angel across the face and he stumbles back against the weapons cabinet behind him. Cordy steps between Angel and Darla: "Stop that!"
Angel: "It's okay. It's alright. I'm okay."
Cordy: "You'll hurt her! Haven't you done enough? (Turns to Darla) Here, sit down. You should get off your feet." Cordy leads Darla over to the round settee, then looks back at the others.
Cordy: "Can we get her some water?" Fred turns to go get it.
Angel: "Cordy that's *Darla.* Maybe you don't want to..."
Cordy: "Did you or did you not look me in the eye and say that you would *never* do a thing like this with her?"
Darla: "Oh, he lied? What a surprise." Fred carrying a glass of water: "Hi. I'm Fred. Is water okay, or did you want some blood?" Darla takes the water as Wes gently pulls Fred back away from Darla.
Angel: "Cordy. I'm sorry - I lied. It was just - it was a very dark time."
Cordy: "Oh! You used her to make *you* feel better during *your* dark time. Well, that makes it *all* heroic."
Angel: "It wasn't like that. It just - happened. It wasn't like I went *evil* or anything, I just..."
Cordy: "You just went male. (brushes the hair out of Darla's face) Have you been to a doctor."
Darla gives her a look: "No. But I have been to every shaman and seer in the Western Hemisphere."
Wes: "And what did they say?"
Darla: "They don't know what it is. They don't know what it means. Nothing like this has ever happened."
Angel: "Maybe it's an hysterical pregnancy."
Darla: "You wanna feel it kick?"
Cordy: "Does it kick a lot?"
Darla: "Like crazy."
Angel: "well, now wouldn't that be the first sign of... (Cordy gives him a look) ...hysteria?"
Cordy: "What can we do for you?"
Darla: "Well, you can get you little gang of supernatural detectives to find out what the hell is happening to me and how to stop it."
Cordy looking at Darla: "Are you gonna take some responsibility here? (Looks up at Angel) Angel?"
Angel: "Oh, me? - Of course I am. - Wes, lets get on this right now."
Wes: "What do you suggest?"
Angel: "I suggest you use your books and find out what's going on. What, do I have to think of everything?" Wes picks up a book from the counter and opens it.
Wes: "Oh, here it is." Darla straightens up in her seat and Angel walks over to Wes.
Wes: "It says 'I have absolutely no idea what's going on.' (Closes the book) We should talk to the host."
Lorne: "Oh, this is all wrong." The camera pulls back and we see that he is looking at two people holding up a modern painting.
Lorne: "Try it on the back wall. Far away from where folks might be eating."
Muses: "Violence abounds, violence restrain, this space a sanctuary was and shall be again."
Lorne: "That's great girls. - Hey, Arnie, why 're you charging me twelve hundred over the estimate here?"
Arnie: "Had to run a separate two twelve to the security box. Double insulation everywhere in the building. Plus, we had a run on Kek bile and Bin-der glands. And you know what you said: 'This club's my baby. I want top drawer through out."
Angel: "Lorne! You here? - You got to help me. We got (looks back at the others filing in behind him) kind of a situation on our hands."
Muses: "Mmm, Angel."
Cordy: "And here we have three more of Angel's chippies. You girls are on the pill I hope."
Muses: "Mmm." Angel smiles and waves at them then walks over to lean in close to Lorne.
Angel: "What are they doing here?"
Lorne: "They're here to help recast the sanctuary spell to prevent violence in the club. And this time I'm covering demons *and* humans. I'm opening the club again. I know I was blue for a pretty long time. If it'd gone on much longer I would have turned aquamarine. (Lorne is the only one laughing) And now that the ice is broken (turns to Darla) what happened here?"
Darla: "What's it look like?"
Cordy: "Angel boned her."
Angel: "Just once. Just the one night. Ah, just the two or three one times that one night..."
Fred: "Is Angel gonna sing?"
Gunn: "Oh!"
Wes: "I suppose he has to."
Cordy: "She's carrying the baby!" Darla grabs Lorne by the lapels, pulls herself in close and starts to sing: "Oh, Danny boy... What the hell's inside me?"
Lorne: "Oh, no, no, no. We're way past singing, mes enfants. This is a brand new day here. (To the club at large) Alright every body, that's a wrap! (People and demons start filing out) We'll finish the spell tomorrow. We got a little crisis brewing. Thanks for coming! Check's in the mail! Get the hell out."
Muses, speaking in turn: "Bye Angel, come see us soon. Mmm..."
Cordy: "Men!"
Lorne: "This is way beyond my ken - and my Barbie and *all* my action figures. If it's alive..."
Darla: "Oh, it's alive! And kicking!"
Lorne: "It could be anything. A child born to two vampires..."
Gunn: "Maybe it's some kind of 'ueber'- vamp."
Wes: "The Nyazian prophecies mention a Tro-clan."
Fred: "That's supposed to be here about now."
Lorne: "Born out of darkness to bring darkness."
Angel: "Great. So, we're saying that my child is - the scourge of mankind?" Darla moans.
Cordy: "You guys are upsetting her! (To Lorne) I think she needs to lie down."
Lorne: "Yeah, of course. She can have my bedroom." Lorne and Cordy help Darla up and start to lead her towards the back of the club. When Angel starts to follow Cordy stops him.
Cordy: "We can handle it." Cordy and Lorne lead Darla into Lorne's bedroom.
Cordy: "I think we should call a doctor."
Darla: "It'll pass. I just have to - let it." Darla lets herself drop onto the bed and Cordy sits down on the edge of it beside her.
Cordy: "I'll stay with her."
Lorne: "If you need anything, just holler."
Cordy: "Okay." Lorne leaves the room.
Angel: "I don't accept this. These stupid prophecies, you can always interpret them a hundred ways from Sunday. How do we even know your calculations are correct?"
Fred: "I don't. I'm still working on them."
Gunn: "Well, we do know that Darla is pregnant with something!"
Angel: "That's biologically impossible."
Lorne: "And mystically unfair. You've fought long and hard for good. If your destiny is to spawn something evil..."
Angel: "I don't see how anything spawned by Darla and me could be good."
Wes: "You know the first prophecy that said that the vampire with a soul would be pivotal in the battle between good and evil?"
Gunn: "That Shanshu one?"
Wes: "Maybe it's not you. Maybe your child is a pivotal figure. Maybe your destiny is simply to help bring to the world."
Angel after a beat: "Or to stop it."
Fred: "Can I say something about destiny?- Screw destiny! If this evil thing comes we'll fight it, and we'll keep fighting it until we whoop it. 'cause destiny is just another word for inevitable and nothing's inevitable as long as you stand up, look it in the eye, and say 'your evitable!' - Well, you- you catch my drift."
Lorne: "Wow. I like her so much!"
Angel: "I wanna see these prophecies myself, and your calculations, Fred, and anything else we got on this."
Fred: "Why don't I go back to the hotel and get everything?"
Wes: "Good idea. We put our heads together and figure out a way to fight this thing." Fred leaves and Angel turns to Lorne.
Angel: "How's she doing?"
Lorne: "Well, she's weary. The poor thing looks like she's about eighteen months pregnant. Hope they're not twins."
Angel: "Not her. Cordelia."
Lorne: "Oh, ah, I sense that she's - hurt and *pissed* what with the lying and deception and ecetera. You should probably stay out of her way for a while, huh?"
Cordy: "How're you feeling?"
Darla: "Just crazy."
Cordy: "What?"
Darla: "Why would anyone bring something into this world?"
Cordy: "I was pregnant once. (Laughs and holds out a hand) I was out to here - overnight! Mystical thing. I didn't go to term, but while it lasted, hooh! Talk about uncomfortable! Your back and legs hurt all the time and first you're sick to your stomach and you can't eat anything and then your ravenous! Are you able to eat or do you just..."
Darla levers herself up: "What? Drink?"
Cordy: "Well, it's - really none of my business, is it? - You should rest (Cordy gets up) and I should (starts to walk towards the door) I'll just be real close by. If there is anything that you need... (Darla morphs into vampface) Anything at all..." Cordy is about to open the door, but Darla is suddenly there, holding the door shut.
Darla: "I'm hungry all the time. It's weird."
Cordy: "Sure. You're eating for two now. It's only natural."
Darla: "No, what's weird is - no matter how much I feed - I can't seem to get full." Cordy punches Darla hard across the face. Follows it up with a second punch, then pulls out a cross to ward Darla off.
Cordy: "Pregnant or not, you're *going* to keep your distance." Darla bats the cross aside, grabs Cordy and throws her across the room against a table. Then she clamps a hand over Cordy's mouth to prevent her from screaming and sinks her teeth into the side of Cordy's neck. Break
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As Darla bites her, Cordy gets hit by a vision. Darla backs away from her for a moment while we see flashes of some arcade, then lunges back in - only to get pulled back away by Angel.
Angel: "Get away from her!" Angel picks Cordy up and carries over to the bed.
Angel: "You're gonna be alright. You're gonna be alright." Cordy holding the side of her neck: "Ouch!" Angel presses a cloth over the neck wound.
Angel: "Cordy, you're gonna be all right. I'll kill her for this."
Cordy panting: "You're gonna have to find her first." Angel looks around. Darla is gone. Out in the club the others are just picking themselves back up, when Angel comes out, carrying Cordy in his arms.
Angel: "She bit Cordy."
Lorne: "Oh, sweetie, are you alright?"
Angel: "No. Where is she?"
Wes: "She got away."
Gunn: "We tried to stop her by hitting her fists and feet with our faces, but..."
Angel: "We'll take Cordy to a safe place and we'll take care of Darla." Hyperion, night, Cordy is lying on a bed with Angel sitting beside her.
Angel: "Are you feeling any better?"
Cordy: "Yeah. You don't have to stay with me."
Angel: "Gunn's gonna be right here." Cordy lifts her head to look at Gunn: "Thanks."
Angel: "I'm not gonna keep telling you how sorry I am. I'm gonna tell you - that she'll never do it again."
Cordy: "It was my fault, Angel. I felt sorry for her. She looked so helpless - like a mother. - I forgot what she really was. - I'm starting to feel the pills." Angel gets up and backs away from the bed as Cordy's eyes drift closed.
Angel quietly to Gunn: "You see Darla anywhere in range..."
Gunn: "I'll take care of it." Angel turns to go.
Cordy sits up: "Wait! - When she bit me I had a vision. I almost forgot." Angel comes back and sits back down on the edge of the bed.
Angel: "What did you see?"
Cordy: "It was like no vision I ever had before. - She's so hungry. - She doesn't know how to make the hunger stop. - I think I know where she's headed." Angel is arming himself from the weapons cabinet.
Wes: "I'm not speaking to you as the boss, because I know you wouldn't listen, but you shouldn't do this alone."
Angel: "I *have* to do this alone."
Wes: "Angel, a normal vampire is strong, and Darla wasn't normal before this. She took down the host, Gunn, and me without even breaking stride. She's stronger than all of us right now, including you, because of what's in her."
Angel: "I know. I put it there." Angel turns away and hurries out.
Wes: "Why does he think he has to do everything alone?"
Fred: "I think he just can't bear to have us see him do it."
Wes: "Kill Darla? She did try to kill Cordy - and she's a vampire."
Fred: "Who is carrying his child. The one thing he can never have, even if he lives forever." A busy arcade, there are kids and noise everywhere. A little blond boy stands in the middle of the confusion, looking around.
Boy: "Mommy? - Mommy? - Mommy?"
Darla: "What's wrong, honey? Lost your mommy? (Boy nods) Let's go find her together, hm?" The boy nods and takes her hand. Darla turns to lead him away.
Woman: "You're a brave woman! (Darla stops and looks over her shoulder) About to have one, taking another one out to play."
Darla: "Oh. I love children. I could just - eat them up." Darla and the woman smile at each other and go their separate ways. Break Cordy is sleeping on the bed, dreaming of Darla biting her and getting the vision. She jerks awake with a gasp. Gunn comes over and sits down on the edge of the bed.
Gunn: "Hey, hey! It's alright. It's just a dream, okay? I'm right here. She can't hurt you."
Cordy: "I have to talk to Wes." Cordy is pacing in Wes' office.
Cordy: "It was a dream, but - it was more like a vision."
Wes: "About what?"
Cordy: "About what's inside Darla. (Sits down) This Tro-clan thing - the prophecies say that it will be born - or it will arise?"
Wes: "It says both. The middle English eyrizan and the Gothic urreisan, both mean to appear, to spring up."
Fred: "Angel's not answering his phone. Should I leave a message on his voice mail?"
Cordy: "He doesn't know how to use his voice mail. Just try his pager."
Wes: "There is also a reference to the Tro-clan being boren, which is pretty plain middle English for being born, to bear." We hear a pager go off. Gunn checks his belt, then gets up and walks over and pulls Angel's pager out of the pocket of the coat hanging in the corner of Wes' office.
Gunn: "Well, we found Angel's beeper."
Wes: "What is it, Cordy? What is the vision trying to tell you?"
Cordy: "I think they're trying to tell me *why* Darla is craving younger victims." Darla is crouched in front of the little boy in a deserted corner of the arcade.
Boy: "Ma'am, I don't think my mom is back here."
Darla: "Are you sure? Did you look?" The boy looks around.
Boy: "I don't see anybody." He turns back to see that Darla has morphed and lets out a scream. Angel runs across some of the arcade games and tackles Darla against the wall and slams the stake in his hand towards her heart. Darla puts up a hand to ward it off the stake pierces her hand until it comes out on the other side. The boy runs away screaming, straight into his mother's arms out in the crowd.
Mother: "There you are! (Catches him up in her arms and hugs him close) Where have you been? How many times have I told you not to wander off!" Darla tosses Angel out from the deserted section. The mother's eyes widen as Angel lands on top of some tables, over turning them. People in the crowd see Darla follow him out, still wearing her vampface and turn to run away, screaming. Darla pulls the stake out of her right palm and lets it drop as she walks towards Angel.
Darla: "You *so* want to play the good guy, don't you? Yeah. You're the good guy who did *this* to me." Hauls back and knocks Angel across the face, slamming him against one of the games.
Darla: "You may have the face, but you don't know the hunger! It pounds! You can't make it go away! You can't stop it!"
Angel: "I'll stop it!" He hauls back and hits Darla. The two of them fight. In the end Angel manages to grab Darla by the throat and push her up against the wall.
Darla: "How could you put this in me? I *hate* you!" Darla hits him again, but Angel refuses to let go of her throat.
Darla: "They breathe. They breathe and pound. I don't breathe, you idiot! You can't strangle me!" Darla laughs.
Angel: "I'm not gonna strangle you." Angel pulls her away and slams her back up against the wall, pulling out another stake.
Darla: "Come on! Do it! (Angel hesitates) Do it!" Angel slowly lowers the stake and looks down at Darla's belly. We hear a heartbeat. Angel slowly steps back from Darla. Darla lunges, grabs a hold of Angel's jacket and shakes him.
Darla: "Do it! Do it! Make it stop!" Angel gently restrains her, wrapping her tightly in his arms and pulling her up against his chest.
Angel: "No it won't, Darla. Darla, listen to me."
Darla: "Make it stop! Make it stop."
Angel: "The child. The child has a heartbeat. It has a soul."
Darla flailing wildly: "No! Not my child! No!"
Angel: "Our child. Ourchild. Our child. That's why you've been craving purer and purer blood. That's why it's been driving you out of your mind. It has a soul." Darla collapses against Angel's chest, sobbing: "No, it doesn't."
Angel holding her: "It does."
Darla: "It can't."
Angel quietly: "Yes, it does. It does." Angel helps Darla to lay back down on a bed in the Hyperion and hands her a mug.
Angel: "Here, drink this." Darla takes a gulp then makes face.
Darla: "Pig's blood?"
Angel: "You need to keep yourself nourished. You'll get used..." Darla throws the pug against the wall, shattering it and splashing the wall with blood.
Angel: "You're not alone in this anymore. We'll deal with this together."
Darla: "Gosh. I'm the luckiest vampire girl in the whole world. - Get away from me."
Angel gets up: "Try and get some sleep."
Darla: "How's Cordy? She wanna come up and visit?" Laughs. Angel walks up to Gunn, standing in the door holding a loaded crossbow.
Angel: "She goes near Cordy, or Fred..."
Gunn lifting the bow: "I know."
Angel: "Don't underestimate her. The woman is stronger than all of us right now." Angel walks down into the lobby and sees Cordy and Wes leaning over an open book on the reception counter together.
Angel: "You're not to go near Darla for any reason without me, Gunn, and a lot of crossbows standing between you. You understand?"
Cordy: "Oh, yeah. And if I forget (indicates the bandage on the side of her neck) I have a nice little reminder."
Angel: "That goes for you, too, Fred." Fred looks up from the laptop: "Gotcha." Angel goes to sit down on the settee in the middle of the lobby and Cordy walks over to him.
Cordy: "So, I guess you're gonna be a father."
Angel after a beat: "Guess I am."
Cordy: "I felt it in my dream. The same thing you did - when you found her. (Sits down beside him) It has a soul."
Wes: "Well, Angel has a soul. It makes sense. As much as any of this does." Angel looks down at his folded hands.
Wes: "Angel, even with a soul, she could give birth to what's spoken of in the prophecies."
Angel looks at Wes: "The thing that's coming to kill and burn us all? - I know that. - I also know the child is mine."
Wes: "Right."
Cordy: "Well! Another big fun day at Angel Investigations. (Gets up) What do you say we pour ourselves a good stiff..."
Fred: "Uh-oh."
Cordy: "A good, stiff uh-oh?"
Fred: "Remember before when I said I thought that maybe, possibly, perhaps I might have been off in my earlier calculations? And you asked Wes if he thought if the Tro-clan was prophesied to arise or be born and he said it could be both? And we all know that the Latin for arrive is arripare, to come to land or possibly in this instance simply to come to, as from a deep sleep?"
Angel, Wes: "Fred!"
Fred: "Right. I believe that whatever this thing is, it's arriving right about (looks down at a watch) three, two, now." A busy section of LA, night, people are walking past, talking. The camera sinks through the ground down into a round chamber, lit by fires in the alcoves along the wall. The ceiling is supported by a circle of pillars. A stone statue and two bowls holding more flames are set up, forming an equal triangle inside the circle of pillars. A demon walks in and stops in front of the statue.
Sahjhan: "The weight of time is heavy on the world. And all men born must die. But there are worlds unknown, where dreamers dream and sleepers sleep, and patiently await. As pledged in Caladan by Cod-she, (Sahjhan steps back and throws some powder at the statue) One shall awaken in the first year of the final century. That one, who lived before and joined Cod-she in the great sleep. Arise, as was promised and foretold. Arise. - Arise!" Nothing happens. The demon turns away and walks over to one of the fires and lights himself a cigarette. Turns back to watch the statue, puffing. Checks his watch. Takes another drag. Suddenly the room begins to shake and blue lighting flashes. The eyes of the statue suddenly turn into two open, human looking eyes. The statue cracks then crumbles to the ground in a cloud of dust. The demon puts out his cigarette and walks over to the figure huddled in the middle of what's left of the statue.
Sahjhan: "Welcome to the twenty first century. (Crouches down and puts a hand on the back of the figure) Angelus is here. You'll see him soon. - You haven't used your muscles in a very long time. It will be a while before you're strong enough to..." The figure suddenly straightens up. It's Holtz.
Holtz: "Just tell me where he is."
Summary:
| Darla comes back to LA, bringing Angel news of their baby. As Team Angel tries to find out how a vampire pregnancy is even possible, Angel must deal with his growing feelings for Cordy and his new fears about what sort of "child" Darla might be carrying. Meanwhile, one of Angel's old enemies arrives in LA looking for vengeance. | 95 | 40,738 | 40,740 | 40,740 | ... [The rest of the episode script is omitted]
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fd_Doctor_Who_1963_14x21 | fd_Doctor_Who_1963_14x21_0 | "You are given a script of a TV episode. Summarize the episode in a paragraph.\n\nEpisode Script:\nT(...TRUNCATED) | "The Doctor and Leela land in Victorian London, and find themselves in the middle of missing girls, (...TRUNCATED) | 95 | 14,828 | 14,830 | 14,830 | ... [The rest of the episode script is omitted]
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fd_Frasier_07x04 | fd_Frasier_07x04_0 | "You are given a script of a TV episode. Summarize the episode in a paragraph.\n\nEpisode Script:\nA(...TRUNCATED) | "The owner of KACL has sent her daughter, Poppy Delafield , to start an internship at the station. E(...TRUNCATED) | 95 | 25,073 | 25,075 | 25,075 | ... [The rest of the episode script is omitted]
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fd_Frasier_10x16 | fd_Frasier_10x16_0 | "You are given a script of a TV episode. Summarize the episode in a paragraph.\n\nEpisode Script:\nA(...TRUNCATED) | "When a bike-a-thon for charity is organized by KACL, Frasier and Niles must come to terms with the (...TRUNCATED) | 95 | 23,227 | 23,229 | 23,229 | ... [The rest of the episode script is omitted]
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fd_Justified_06x12 | fd_Justified_06x12_0 | "You are given a script of a TV episode. Summarize the episode in a paragraph.\n\nEpisode Script:\n[(...TRUNCATED) | "Raylan leaves his badge behind as he heads up into the hills, happening upon a camp of hill folk fo(...TRUNCATED) | 95 | 28,275 | 28,277 | 28,277 | ... [The rest of the episode script is omitted]
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fd_Charmed_06x13 | fd_Charmed_06x13_0 | "You are given a script of a TV episode. Summarize the episode in a paragraph.\n\nEpisode Script:\n[(...TRUNCATED) | "Piper, Phoebe, and Paige inadvertently expose themselves as witches in front of Jason, causing him (...TRUNCATED) | 95 | 34,393 | 34,395 | 34,395 | ... [The rest of the episode script is omitted]
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