Listening to Fear (October 20, 2000) Written by: Rebecca Rand Kirshner |
Teaser |
INT. JOYCE'S HOSPITAL ROOM - NIGHT (NIGHT 1) Bright with fluorescent light. A tired-looking Joyce is propped up in her hospital bed wearing pajamas. Buffy and Dawn cuddle up on either side of her, wearing their street clothes. All three pick at a tray of hospital food. They're trying to make the best of a scary situation.
Listen, you two, I know this creamed spinach is pretty delicious, but I promise I won't be offended if you go out and get some real food.---
Are you kidding me? This is the good life. Relaxing in bed while people bring you food on trays--
And I like the Jell-O.
Help yourself. There's something about a food that moves all by itself that gives me the heebie-jeebies. Dawn and Buffy both pick up small cubes of Jell-O with their fingers, pop them in their mouth.
(mouth full) Mmm. Good 'n wiggly.
This girl at school? She told me that gelatin is made from ground-up cow's feet and that every time you eat Jell-O there's some cow out there limping around without any feet. But I told her that I'm sure the cow is dead before they cut its feet off, right?
(deadpan, to Joyce) You're the one who insisted on teaching her to talk. Joyce smiles, enjoying her daughters. DR. AARON KRIEGEL enters, 50ish, doctor-looking.
Oh hello, Dr. Kriegel. You've met my girls, Buffy and Dawn.
Yes, of course. You two are becoming part of the regular crew around here.
Just keeping her company.
Good for you. Just be careful you don't wear her out.
Don't worry about that. I woke up exhausted, there's really no more exhausted to get.
Well, maybe some good news will help. The bloodwork has come back from the lab and everything seems fine. So, we've gone ahead and scheduled your surgery for the day after tomorrow at ten in the a.m. How does that sound to you?
I think they have me scheduled for volleyball, but I'll work around it.
Alright then. Joyce, you take care. Make sure to get some good solid rest. And I mean that. He smiles at them, and exits. Joyce's face slowly drops.
The day after tomorrow? I don't know if I can stand to be stuck here for two more days just waiting.
Waiting? Gimme a break- We've got tons to do-
Yeah, we've got soap operas to watch and trashy magazines to read ... Buffy looks around, spots the bed-controls.
Ooh, and an adjustable bed to fiddle with. That alone'll keep me going for the next four hours or so.
Now Buffy, I really don't need you to stay here all night. I know you've got patrolling to do.
Not tonight. Tonight I have Mom taking-care-of to do. Besides, Riley is filling in for me with the others. I'm sure they've got everything under control. EXT. GRAVEYARD - NIGHT Willow, Xander, Giles are in the middle of an intense fight with TWO WOMEN VAMPIRES. The Scoobies are working hard, decidedly overmatched, and growing tired. Willow moves to stake one of them, but before she can deliver the fatal blow, the second vamp grabs her by the waist and flings her to the ground. Giles and Xander each take on a vampire, dodging the blows dealt as best they can. Willow scrambles up from the ground and DUSTS Giles' vamp from behind. An exhausted Giles rests with hands on knees for just a second, nodding at Willow by way of thanks. Then, together, they go to help Xander. And just in time too, because Xander has been cornered up against a tomb. Giles raises his stake, charges at the vamp. The vamp DUCKS OUT OF THE WAY. Giles almost stakes Xander.
Hey! Human chest! Human chest!
Sorry. Willow has lunged after the vamp, and POOF... she stakes her second one of the night. It DUSTS.
My god, a rough night.
Whoa, I did two of 'em! Yay on me! Pretty cool except for the part where I was really terrified and now my knees are all dizzy. Giles and Xander take Willow by the arms. They start walking out of the graveyard together.
Not so much a big success-night for me, but I think I should get points just for showing up. Unlike some Riley Finns who shall remain unnamed.
Yes, that was disappointing. Things would've been much easier with him here.
Oh piffle. Who needs him when I'm slaying two at a time-- woops! She stumbles and the others hold her up.
Okay, it might have been good if he'd showed.
I suppose he just forgot. INT. ABANDONED TENEMENT - NIGHT A large and filthy room. Graffiti covers the walls. In the foreground Riley sits, sprawled on a stained bare mattress, a STRUNG OUT-LOOKING VAMPIRE CHICK wearing ratty pants and a bra has her fangs imbedded in his arm. A few dollar bills are strewn on a table. She drinks from him. CLOSE ON RILEY as she feeds. BLACK OUT.
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Act One |
INT. JOYCE'S HOSPITAL ROOM - DAY (DAY 2) Joyce sits up in bed, a book on her lap. Willow enters and crosses to Buffy and Dawn who sit at a small table near the window.
Care package! Special delivery for the Summers girls. Willow plops a large tote bag on the table. She's high energy, eager to bring cheer to the others.
Now let's see what I have in this sack of mine...Oh, I feel just like Santa Claus. Except thinner, and younger, and female, and well, Jewish. Dawn pokes into the bag.
What's that, a vacuum cleaner?
Hey, watch it, Missy, or it's coal in the socks for you. This is something extra-special for your mother. 'Cause I knew she would need a ... As she pulls out several disconnected pieces-of plastic and tubing:
Beer hat! See, it's got cup holders and straws that go straight to your mouth and you can fill it with other things than beer... and somehow when I was in the store this seemed like the most important idea and now there's this whole part where I'm crazy...
It's perfect. Thank you, Willow. You're so sweet. Joyce puts the beer hat next to her on the bed and smiles.
Let me see, who's next? Dawn, I believe I have something in here for you. Joyce puts her hand to her head and winces.
Headache?
A little one. A biggish little one. Buffy and Dawn grow silent, thinking.
I'm fine. Now go on, what else is in that sack of goodies, Willow?
Alright. Dawn, to keep you busy ... As she extends a book to Dawn. The cover reads "SPELLS: AN INTRODUCTION". Dawn's face lights up:
Spells! Wow, cool. Thanks Willow. She immediately begins reading.
You got her a book of spells. The girl who can break things by looking at them now has a book to teach her how to, you know... break things by looking at them.
It doesn't actually have the spells. It's just history, anecdotes, stuff like that. Oh Buffy. Here. I have this for you. She pulls a textbook out of her tote bag for Buffy.
Homework? Ugh. I don't believe in tiny Jewish Santa anymore. Willow smiles apologetically and hands something else to Buffy.
And a yo-yo. Buffy accepts the yo-yo and the textbook.
(re: the textbook) The book is just in case you get a chance to look it over. We're doing World War One now. The last exam was really pretty easy, all underlying causes and trench foot. It should be no hassle to make up--
Will. Thank you. But to tell you the truth, school is just about the last thing on my mind right now.
I know.
I mean, I don't even know if I'll take that exam.
(loudly) I'd rip it in half and then put it in bed with me. Buffy, Willow, and Dawn all look at Joyce: what did she just say?
Mom? Joyce looks at her innocently, apparently not aware of what she just said.
I think I'll take a rest now. The girls are a bit wigged. Joyce smiles at them and nestles into her pillow, closing her eyes. Dawn and Willow look to Buffy: 'What the hell?'
Okay. We'll be right outside if you need us. Joyce nods into her pillow and the girls exit, flipping off the light. INT. HOSPITAL CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS - DAY Buffy, Dawn and Willow walk down the hallway.
She seems... She's gonna be fine.
What was she talking about? I mean, that was weird.
It's okay. The doctor warned me about it. I should've told you. It's just the... it's the thing in her brain, it sort of... presses on something and it can make her say weird things.
Does she know she's saying it?
Not really. I guess it's sort of like a flash. You saw, the second after she said it, she was normal.
And after the operation... no more pressing... all normal, all the time.
(to Buffy) Is that right?
Hey, Santa doesn't lie. They pass a FAMILY walking in the opposite direction: A middle-aged MENTAL PATIENT; his concerned-looking WIFE; and their TWO YOUNG DAUGHTERS. The Patient is swerving a bit as he walks; he nearly crashes into Buffy.
Excuse me. As they cross paths, we shift directions and pick up on the family. Getting a better look at the patient, we recognize him as the older NIGHTWATCHMAN whose brain was sucked by Glory in episode 5.
Careful. The facts say a picnic is in order. He swivels his head, trying to get a better look at the girls. Then he stops and suddenly charges after the girls, waving his pointed finger at them.
(scared) What is this thing? There's no facts... no pictures on this one. Buffy, Willow, and Dawn turn around. The Nightwatchman confronts them, pointing his finger in Dawn's face.
There... what is the data? 'Cause there's no one in there--
Buffy? Buffy puts an arm around Dawn, shielding her a little bit as she tries to steer her away from the man.
Come on, Dawn. It's okay. The Nightwatchman whimpers. His wife catches up with them. She puts her hand on her husband's shoulder steers him away.
I'm going home. Home, home, home. The Nightwatchman's wife hustles him off, their two worried daughters trailing behind. Buffy and Willow move Dawn farther away.
What's wrong with him? Is it like Mom? A thing in his head?
I don't think so. It's different. Don't worry about it. Behind them, the intern Ben approaches.
I guess I missed that. Was he bothering you?
Oh hey, Ben. Um, this is my friend Willow.
Hi.
Hi.
And, yeah, the crazy guy was a little bit, you know... crazy. But it's okay now. Are they really sending him home?
Don't get me started. The Mental Ward's booked way past capacity at this point. Literally nowhere to put 'em. So the ones with families, they're sending 'em home. Like that guy's family's s'posed to be able to take care of him? He needs someone to watch him twenty-four seven. (then) What was he saying to you anyway? Dawn looks upset.
(quickly) Just babbling. Ben shakes his head, watching the Nightwatchman disappear down the hallway. Off his expression: CUT TO: EXT. ROOFTOP OF DORM - NIGHT It's a clear night and the sky is lit with stars. Willow and Tara lie on a plaid wool-blanket staring up at the night sky. Willow seems a little sad.
You know what's weird?
Japanese commercials are weird.
Yes. And also... you know some of the stars we're looking at don't even exist anymore? In the time it takes for their light to get to us, they've died, exploded, poof.
Were, um... were things rough at the hospital? Willow gives a little half-shrug.
I used to love to look up at them when I was little. They're supposed to make you feel all insignificant but they made me feel like ... like I was in space. Part of the stars. (points) There's Canis Minor. (points) Cassiopia.
(points) The Big Pineapple.
Um... you know... not sure I remember that one.
Oh, it's a major one. See those three bright stars right there? Tara presses her head close to Willow's so that they share the same line of sight, tracing the outline of the three stars with her pointed finger.
Yeah...
And see those stars along there? That's the bottom of the pineapple.
It's big.
Hence the name. (then) The real ones never made sense to me. I sorta have my own.
Teach me.
See those stars over there? 'Cow With Three Udders'. And that's 'Moose Getting a Sponge Bath,' 'The Short Man Looking Uncomfortable'. 'The Little Pile 0' Crackers' ... That one's a bit of a stretch. You do it. What would you call that one?
Hmm... I see ... A HOT RED STREAK SLASHES ACROSS THE SKY. A meteor of some kind passing awfully close to Willow and Tara.
A huge flaming meteor about to crash into something. SFX: The sound of an EXPLOSION as the meteor lands nearby. Willow and Tara scramble to their feet. Off their looks of awe we: CUT TO: INT. INSIDE METEOR - NIGHT CREATURE'S POV: It's pitch black in here. The SOUND OF SHARP TEETH CHIPPING away at a hard material echoes through the meteor. And then a piece of the shell begins to give way, CRACKING open and creating a hole leading outside. We crawl out of the meteor, low to the ground, skittering out into the moonlit clearing. SMOKE from the meteor rises up around us. EXT. CLEARING IN THE WOODS - NIGHT A craggy meteor has grounded itself in the clearing. Its density and velocity driving it several feet into the earth. Smoke hisses out. We see the Creature creeping away from the meteor. Moving slowly at first, like a fawn trying to find its balance. The Creature is spidery and agile. It quickly scrambles across the field and up a small tree. CREATURE'S POV: A human figure is walking across the field. As it gets closer we see that it is the recently released Nightwatchman. He looks angry and he's half-talking, half-singing to himself.
I said I won't go away far. A person's got to trust a man when the facts say a man's got to get some fresh air and fresh space and he needs to walk to get where's he's going. NEW ANGLE: The Nightwatchman approaches, walking closer until he passes directly under the tree where the Creature is hiding. SUDDENLY, THE CREATURE DROPS from the tree and lands on the Nightwatchman's face. And we: BLACK OUT.
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Act Two |
EXT./INT. HOSPITAL ENTRANCE - NIGHT We look out through a set of automatic sliding glass doors. Out on the curb we see a DOCTOR IN SCRUBS smoking a cigarette. An ORDERLY pushes a WHEELCHAIR-BOUND PATIENT through the doors which open automatically as they approach. After they pass though, before the door can close again, something skitters through... ON THE CEILING. The random passing patients and medical personnel don't see it as it continues to make its way along the ceiling, down the hall. INT. JOYCE'S HOSPITAL ROOM - NIGHT CLOSE ON: A call button with an icon of a nurse. It's being pressed repeatedly. ANGLE ON: Joyce in her hospital bed, looking agitated -she's the one hitting the button. Buffy sits by her side. Dawn sits in the nearby chair, holding a book, looking at her mother nervously.
This thing doesn't work! It isn't working! Buffy gently pulls Joyce's hand away from the call button.
I'm sure they heard you, Mom.
I bet it's not even hooked to anything. Like those push-buttons at the crosswalks that are s'posed to make the signal change.
I'm sure someone's on the way--the push- buttons at crosswalks aren't hooked to anything? The door opens and Dr. Kriegel enters.
Doctor--
Tell him, Buffy. Tell him, okay?
Dr. Kriegel, we want to go home.
Well, of course. You can come back and visit your mother first thing in the morning.
No. We, meaning all of us. My mom too.
Oh, well, I understand that. But it's not necessarily the first thing I'd recommend-- Joyce is tired and frustrated. She fusses at her hospital bracelet, halfheartedly trying to rip it off.
I can't, I can't wait here two days before the operation. I just can't... It makes my head hurt to be here, can't you tell that?
Joyce, there's no reason to get upset--
No reason to get upset?! Oh, right, sorry, I must just think there is because of my brain tumor!
Um. Hey, Dawn? You wanna get a soda from the machine? Dawn nods, and exits gratefully.
I'm sorry I said that. I'm just so tired.
Listen, Dr. Kriegel, I don't see why we can't take Mom home until the...thing. I mean, wouldn't it maybe be good to let her rest where she feels, you know, safe and comfortable? Dr. Kriegel pauses, considering her request.
Even if it would mean some work for you? Taking care of her. Joyce relaxes, realizing she's going to get to go home.
Oh thank God.
(quickly) I can do it. Anything.
There are medications to administer, I'd have to go over those with you. And I'd need you to check her vitals, watch her pretty closely... I'm afraid you won't get a lot of sleep.
I'm not really a sleep-person anyway.
Let's go now. Can we go now? Joyce is already tugging at her covers, ready to get up right now.
Mom, wait, I need the stuff... the medicine, and instructions how to do everything.
(to Joyce) She's right. Let's do this right. We don't want to forget anything. INT. HOSPITAL CORRIDOR - NIGHT Momentarily forgotten, Dawn plunks herself down right on the floor outside her mom's door. She sips from her soda and pages through her book, trying not to get upset. Feet pass her but no one pays her any mind, she's just another scared face all alone in a busy hospital. Then, over Dawn's head, THE CREATURE CREEPS BY. She remains oblivious as it passes, continuing down the hall. EXT. CLEARING IN THE WOODS - NIGHT Willow and Tara are leading Riley, Giles, Xander, and Anya out of the woods into the clearing. Riley and Xander walk side-by-side.
Everyone stay close. (to Xander) Glad you called me in on this.
(pointedly) Glad you answered.
Oh, yeah. Sorry 'bout last time. Heard I missed out on some fun.
Oh yeah, fun was had. Also frolic, merriment and near-death hijinks. Riley spots something.
There, look. There it is. There, at the edge of the clearing is the meteorite. The ground around it is charred and its impact has left it half buried. They stare at it in awe.
Wow.
We have meteorite. Riley has moved in for a closer look. Xander follows.
Is it hot? 'Cause if there's radiation you'll go all sterile. Xander backs away.
It's not hot. It's... broken. And... sort of... Willow leans over his shoulder.
Hollow. It's hollow.
So we're all thinking the same thing, right?
Festive pinata, delicious candy?
Something evil-crashed to earth in this. Then it broke out and slithered away to do badness. The others nod, ad lib agreement.
Well, in all fairness, we don't really know about the "slithered" part.
No, no, I'm sure it frisked about like a fluffy lamb.
Let's look around. As all but Riley spread out... looking...
Maybe we can figure out where it went.
(shaken) It went here. CLOSE ON WILLOW, looking down at something. The others gather around her. ANOTHER ANGLE reveals a dead body. The corpse of the nightwatchman. Riley kneels beside the body, puts his fingers to its throat.
No pulse.
Yup. The space lamb got 'im.
I don't see any marks on him. Angling around to look for marks, Willow gets a good look at his face and gets a shock:
I know him! He was at the hospital, a mental patient. They released him today.
Riley? What are you doing? Riley has taken out a pen. He is prodding it into the corpse's mouth.
I'm not sure. There's something… Riley pulls the pen out. Thick ropes of VISCOUS CLEAR GOOP hang off it as thick as molasses with a decidedly worse smell. The others recoil.
Yuck.
It might be toxic, don't touch it.
Oh yeah, touching it was my first impulse. Luckily I've moved on to my second, which involves dry heaving and running like hell. Oh man, does that smell.
What do we do now?
Well, we can't call Buffy. (a beat) I want to call Buffy.
We can't. She's got... life stuff. That has to come first.
(determined) So we'll figure this out ourselves. We're experienced.
Yes. It seems like we're always dealing with creatures from outer space except that we don't ever do that.
(almost to himself) This is definitely new territory.
Perhaps we should explore a little further. Head into the woods a bit ... They look around them into the deep, dark woods for a beat...
Who votes research?
Much better idea. General relief and ad-libbed agreement.
Yeah, I think that's a good call. There could have been some other cases like this. And see if any more of these were reported in town. I'm gonna stay here, examine the body some more, look around a little.
Don't do anything hunterly ...
No, no. I'm just not great at research, which I'm pretty sure you guys have noticed. I like me a good crime scene.
You'll call us if you need help?
Believe me, something jumps out at me in the dark... you'll hear me even without the phone. Now, you guys go get that info, okay? Call me if you find anything.
Okay. You got it. Riley watches the Scoobies as they tramp noisily into the woods. From a distance we hear:
I don't want to be the one that finds the bodies anymore. Riley waits until they're out of sight and then unclips his cell phone from his belt. He punches in a number and then puts it to his ear.
I need to speak to the man at the desk. This is... this is Riley Finn. You have an agent Miller, Graham Miller. He'll tell you who--Yes. Emergency frequency. INT. MENTAL WARD - NIGHT FIVE MENTAL PATIENTS lie in single beds lined along either side of a mid-sized room. A nurse, NURSE LAMPKIN, finishes tucking them in. Most of the patients are asleep, but the SKINNY PATIENT starts whimpering slightly.
Cold. Cold. Nurse Lampkin adjusts his blanket, pulling it closer to his face. We see now why he couldn't do it himself: the patients are restrained with canvas straps that connect to the bed frames. Nurse Lampkin goes to the door and TURNS OFF THE LIGHTS. She's about to shut the door when:
Wait! You can't go. Don't you be that kind of barn owl...Please don't go -- She closes the door, leaving the mental patients alone. The whimpering increases as another patient joins in. A few of the patients start to mutter to themselves in their sleep. Moonlight illuminates the patients' faces, wide-eyed and vulnerable, strapped to their beds. SUDDENLY, THE CREATURE EMERGES from the air duct and skitters across the wall behind the patients. In a flash, IT POUNCES on the face of one of the patients, pinning him. We think it's the Skinny Patient until ANOTHER ANGLE Reveals that the Skinny Patient is watching this from the next bed over, his eyes wide with horror.
(whispered) No, no, no ... The victim patient opens his mouth in horror and the Creature begins to vomit right onto his face: thick, clear, bile. We can see the patient's distorted face through the goo.. The patient gags; he thrashes futilely as he struggles for oxygen; he pulls at his restraints, bucking the bed, but they do not give. The Skinny Patient watches from the adjacent bed, too terrified-and crazy to call for help. The Creature begins to creep towards him. He knows he is next. He closes his eyes.
(whispered) I can't see you, I can't see you. INT. MENTAL WARD NURSES ROOM - SAME TIME - NIGHT A small, neat office space. Wildflowers in a vase on the desk. A calendar featuring funny-paper icon "Cathy" hangs on the wall. Nurse Lampkin sips from a cup of tea as she completes some paperwork. There's a BANGING from the ward next door. A normal part of the work-night. She ignores it and continues her paperwork. INT. HOSPITAL CORRIDOR - NIGHT Dr. Kriegel stands at the Nurses' Station. He's filling out some forms attached to a clipboard and holding three bottles of prescription medicines. Joyce, wearing her street clothes, stands with Buffy and Dawn.
Well, I guess we're all set then. You've got my phone number, pager number ... And here ... He hands Buffy the prescription bottles.
Those are the medications I talked to you about. The sedative and so forth. Pain killers ... Buffy is looking at the bottles, trying to remember which was which.
Right. (unsure) I remember ...
If this is going to be too much for you, we can make your mom perfectly comfortable here ... In the BG, THE CREATURE SKITTERS OUT FROM THE MENTAL WARD, darting along the floor and then up onto the wall.
No, no. I've got it. And I really appre-
(to Buffy; harsh) You look like your father when he cries. Buffy blinks, wounded despite recognizing this as a flash of dementia. RACKING FOCUS to the Creature, we see it stop moving, pivot its head towards Joyce, suddenly interested in her.
(to Dr. Kriegel) She's... I told you she's been…
I know. He turns to Joyce, focuses on her...
Joyce? Joyce. Her eyes focus on him as she comes back to herself. He smiles at her reassuringly.
We're done here. Why don't you take your girls home now?
Yes. Yes, thank you. Thanks for all your help, Doctor.
I'll see you in a couple of days.
Thank you. (to the girls, with a smile) Let's get the hell out of here. Joyce, Buffy and Dawn head for the door. CREATURE'S POV: As it continues to stare at Joyce, fixated, as she EXITS with her daughters. It watches until they are through the door and on their way ... INT. BUFFY'S FOYER - NIGHT Joyce enters their home, supported by Buffy and Dawn. Buffy closes and locks the front door from the inside. Joyce rests with her arm around Dawn's shoulder as Buffy turns on the foyer light.
It's nice to be home.
Do you want to get in bed, Mom? Joyce blinks and shields her eyes with her hand. Crouching away from the light.
Oh that light. (beginning to panic) Oh, Buffy no, it's too bright. It's too bright! It's too bright!
Okay, Mom--
Buffy it hurts, it hurts! It hurts my eyes! Buffy turns off the foyer light, but other lights shine from the living and dining rooms.
Okay, hey, don't worry. Dawn, turn off the lights down here. I'll take Mom upstairs.
Sure.
(to Joyce) We'll turn off the lights up there, too. Joyce starts to calm down.
Okay. Dawn starts turning out lights as Buffy leads Joyce up the stairs.
Here we go. It's okay now. EXT. BUFFY'S HOUSE - NIGHT We hold on the Summers' house as the interior lights go out one by one, downstairs and upstairs, until it is entirely dark. All alone, so mournful, so vulnerable. BLACK OUT.
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Act Three |
EXT. CLEARING IN THE WOODS - NIGHT The moonlit and star-speckled night sky. The SOUND of a helicopter's blades slicing through the air. And then the moonlight reveals a BLACK STEALTH CHOPPER. As it hovers closer to the ground, BRIGHT FLOODLIGHTS attached to the fuselage are turned on, illuminating RILEY, standing in the spotlit clearing, bracing himself against the bright light, the stirred up wind, and the noise. As the chopper settles, its blades still whirring, THREE MEN dressed in black field uniforms leap out onto the ground -we recognize the youngest-among them as GRAHAM. Armed with flashlights, they cross to Riley. MAJOR ELLIS, the oldest and most impressive looking of the lot, emerges and gives a "thumbs up" signal to the pilot. As the helicopter lifts off again, Ellis approaches Riley.
You Finn?
Yeah. Ellis nods and extends his hand. Riley shakes it.
Major Ellis. I'm in charge of this Op. What's the situation? Just the one civilian casualty?
That I know of. Over here. Riley starts to lead them to the scene. Graham sidles up next to him.
(sotto; ribbing him) Found a stiff in the woods and called us in. Don't you usually call your girlfriend for this kind of thing? Riley shoots him a side-ways glare. Graham sobers.
Okay, okay ... As they come to the nightwatchman's body, Ellis kneels by it and reaches toward the guard's mouth.
I wouldn't touch that stuff in his mouth if I were you.
Toxic?
No. Just messy. Riley produces a corked vial containing some of the strange jelly-like substance and tosses it to Ellis, who shines his light on it, studying it. Graham moves off to scope the area.
Don't think it's toxic. Guy seems to have simply choked on the stuff. Near as I can tell, it's some kind of protein alkaloid. He crosses off, Ellis follows.
This fit the profile of any Sub-T you're familiar with?
Not a sub-terrestrial, Major. Extra-terrestrial. (pointing) Came out of that. ON METEOR - Graham and the other Black Ops are examining it as Riley and Ellis arrive.
(eyeing the vial, to Graham) Miller, set trackers for a protein signature.
Yes, sir--
No good, Major. This alkaloid's breaking down at an accelerated rate. It's dissolving too fast to track.
You got a better idea?
Thing came from space... there's gotta be some trace radiation.
We have Geiger counters in the packs.
Shouldn't be too much background gamma noise out here.
(to his men) Break 'em out. INT. BUFFY'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT CREATURE'S POV: Looking from the upper corner of the foyer, through the doorway into the living room. IT CREEPS CLOSER, affording us a full view into the living room. The room is dark, save for the soft blue light emanating from the TV. It illuminates the faces of Buffy and Dawn who sit on the couch, stony-faced, their untouched homework beside them. A sitcom is on, and the RAUCOUS LAUGH-TRACK BLARES. As the Creature skitters across the ceiling, we pass over the girls' heads. We watch them for a moment and then continue across the ceiling until we can see back out into the foyer. The Creature turns and freezes as we see a figure appear on the staircase. It's Joyce, wearing a nightgown and a strange, bewildered expression. She wanders down the stairs, trailing her hand along the banister, unearthly as a wraith, then moves off toward the kitchen. END CREATURE'S POV. ANGLE ON BUFFY AND DAWN, as they continue to sit, staring at the TV. When suddenly ... BANG! The girls jump, their nerves frayed.
What - -
(calling) Mom? BANG! Buffy gets up and runs to the kitchen. Dawn at her heels. INT. BUFFY'S KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT Light streams from the opened refrigerator, illuminating Joyce as she peers into it. The kitchen is a mess. Days-old dirty dishes clutter the sink; orange juice is spilt on the counter; an empty frying pan smokes on the stove. BUFFY appears in the doorway. Dawn behind her.
Mom, what are you-- Joyce spins around to face the girls, her face a mask of cold disdain.
I'm making breakfast. (to Buffy) But you shouldn't eat anymore. You're disgustingly fat. Buffy blinks, absorbing that, but recovers and approaches her slowly, and touches her arm.
Mom- - Joyce looks at her, then at the mess around her. She suddenly softens, appearing as bewildered as the girls.
(disturbed) Buffy...I - I don't know what I'm doing.
It's okay. Dawn goes to the stove and turns off the burner, moving the smoking pan to a cold burner.
(starting to panic) Oh God, I'm-- I didn't mean to... I don't know what's happening to me.
You need to rest. Let's just get you back to bed. Joyce nods. Buffy takes Joyce's arm and leads her out. Dawn following. They pass the basement door which we see is now slightly ajar. The basement light is on and it casts A STRANGE SHADOW THAT STRETCHES ACROSS THE CEILING. Is the Creature in the basement? INT. JOYCE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT The room is dark. Joyce is on the bed as Buffy hands her a glass of water, then twists open a prescription bottle of sedatives. She pours out two pills and hands them to Joyce.
Here Mom, these will help you sleep. Joyce swallows the pills with the water. She lies back and slips her legs under the covers. Together, Dawn and Buffy help tuck their mother into her bed like she's a sleepy little girl.
There we go. Dawn sits on the edge of the bed, stroking her mother's hair. Joyce turns to look t her, then, out of the blue:
(to Dawn; harshly) Don't touch me, you-- you thing! Dawn draws back as if stung by a bee.
M-Mom, please--
(snapping) Get away from me! You're nothing! You're a shadow! I don't know what you are or how you got here.
Mom, it's Dawn. Dawn's been pushed too far; too many people have said too many weird things to her, she's tired and scared. She runs away into her bedroom. A suddenly coherent Joyce calls after her.
(concerned) Dawn, honey, what's wrong?
(gently) She's... tired, Mom. We all are. You get some rest. I'll check on you in a bit. Buffy exits into Dawn's room and closes the door behind her. INT. DAWN'S BEDROOM - NIGHT Dawn is sitting on the bed, hugging her pillow, when Buffy enters. The pink lamp on the side table is on. Dawn is severely freaked, on the verge of tears. Buffy sits down next to her.
She hates me ...
No--
She-- she called me a thing.
She loves you. She's just not herself. I told you what the doctor said. It's the tumor. She--
No, not just Mom. People. They keep saying stuff like that... about me.
You mean that man in the hospital.
He-- He called me "a thing," too. And there was another one. A weird guy, outside the magic shop. Said I didn't belong... I wasn't real ... Buffy takes this in as Dawn continues...
Why does everybody keep doing that? What's wrong with me?
(reassuring) Nothing. It's not you. It's ... It's just ... I think there's something that happens in people's brains when there's something wrong. Like a... short circuit. And... it makes them feel like nothing's real except them. That's all it is.
So, what's wrong with your brain?
My--?
You said stuff, too. Said I-- I wasn't your sister--
Dawn. I was... It was stupid. I was upset. About Mom. And I was tired and-- (evenly) Look... It's not you. So, if anyone says anything like that again -- including me -- don't listen. Okay? Even if it's Mom. Dawn eyes her a moment, skeptically, then, resigned...
I hate it. Buffy hugs her, holding her tight.
I know. Just don't listen. INT. U.C. SUNNYDALE LIBRARY - NIGHT ON WILLOW at a computer terminal, typing away, concentrating. WIDEN TO see the Giles sitting behind her at long table, looking through astronomy books. A few scattered STUDENTS move among the shelves and tables behind them. A large solarsystem-mobile hangs from the ceiling. Xander is on his feet, looking at the mobile.
Look how teeny Mercury is, compared to, like, Saturn. Whereas in contrast, the cars of the same name--
Xander. Please. We've work to do. Xander joins Giles at the table, picks up a slim book, pages through it.
I still don't get why we came here to get info about a killer snot monster.
Because it's a killer snot monster from outer space. (catching himself) I did not say that. What I said was, there are demons who approach our world in all sorts of different ways. This one came from above ...
And the university library's astronomy section is the home of aboveness... got it. Loving the study materials, too ... Xander holds his book up so we can see it's a slim "junior library" kind of book called "Meteors and You!" Giles sighs. Tara and Anya approach the table.
We've scoured all the International periodicals for any other meteorite landings in the last week.
Big zippo.
Well, then. It would appear the world's not being invaded.
I'm very pleased about that.
Guys ... They turn and move to where Willow is at the computer.
I've got some stuff. (reading off screen) The most recent meteoric anomaly was the Tunguska blast in Russia back in 1917. Some witnesses claimed the meteor was hollow.
Hmm... maybe with a chewy demon center like ours.
How far back does this list of anomalies go?
Pretty far. Back to the Queller Impact in the twelfth century.
The what?
Queller. I don't know why it's called that, it didn't hit a place called Queller or anything. It landed just outside Reykjavik in Iceland.
Wait. I just saw… Quell ... Queller ... He picks up "Meteors and You!", pages frantically
Here. "Primitive people used to believe that the moon was a cause of insanity. Sometimes they would pray to the moon to send them a special meteor to fix the problem the moon had caused. These meteors were expected to 'quell the madmen'"
Nicely read, honey.
Oh come, it's more likely to be named after someone called Queller.
The man in the woods. He was a mental patient.
And he got pretty well quelled. Willow is typing frantically on the computer.
Okay, I'm looking in history now. (a beat, then) It says here in the middle ages there were these sweeping plagues.
Right. Like the Black Plague.
No, these were different. More like plagues of madness. People were losing their marbles everywhere but then it would suddenly subside... and some of these dates look pretty close... like maybe it happened after each one of the meteor events ...
So perhaps something emerged from those meteors and killed the madmen.
Seems like that's what happened here. Meteor goes boom, crazy guy goes bye-bye.
Xander's little book made it sound like this Queller thing had to be summoned. So who summoned it?
Who else? My money's on Glory. our resident beastie summoner.
We should call Buffy. Except we can't call Buffy. (to Giles) Can we?
No, but we'd better call Riley. INT. MENTAL WARD - NIGHT CLOSE ON RILEY, as he is on his cell.
A Queller demon? INT. U.C. SUNNYDALE LIBRARY - MEANWHILE - NIGHT
Yep. That's our perp. It's a sort of a scavenger that can be summoned to kill--
Crazy people?
Yeah. How did you-- INT. MENTAL WARD - MEANWHILE - NIGHT CUT WIDE to reveal Riley and the Black Ops have secured the mental ward. All five of the mental patients are now dead, still secured to their beds, with the familiar clear ooze dribbling out of their mouths.
'Cause I got five corpses here in the mental ward at Sunnydale Memorial. Under the watchful eye of Ellis, Graham and the others are examining an open air duct, its grate having been torn away. INT. U.C. SUNNYDALE LIBRARY - MEANWHILE -.NIGHT
You're at the hospital? Riley, listen... I saw Buffy's mom before and she was acting kind of wacky. Insane wacky, if you know what I mean ...
It's okay. Joyce was released earlier today. That intern Ben told me. They're safe at home.
Oh, good. And the thing, the Queller, is it still there? INT. MENTAL WARD - MEANWHILE - NIGHT Riley glances over at Ellis, who signals for him to hang up and join them.
We-- I think I've got it cornered in the air ducts. Look, Willow... Keep at what you're doing. Call me if you find out how I can kill this thing. INT. U.C. SUNNYDALE LIBRARY - MEANWHILE - NIGHT
Well, okay, but shouldn't we come help-- (a dial tone) O - kay. INT. JOYCE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT Joyce lies twisted in her sheets, her forehead damp with sweat. She twists and turns, moaning and muttering to herself. Her eyes are fixed on the ceiling.
I wish... I wish someone had bothered to tell me ... because I didn't know there'd be tennis being played, I just didn't know... oh, why? Those eyes, they're like gasoline puddles ... tell me because I need to know ... why, why are you staring at me? I wish I knew... As Joyce continues babbling, louder and louder, we cut to: INT. DAWN'S BEDROOM - NIGHT Where Dawn lies in bed, trying to read by the light of her pink bedside lamp. Through the door she can hear her mother babbling and it scares her. She puts her pillow over her head, clutching it to her ears, blocking out the sound of her mother's rambling. INT. BUFFY'S KITCHEN - NIGHT Buffy is cleaning up the messy kitchen. The radio is tuned to some random Spanish music station. At the sink, Buffy scrubs at the burnt pan. Suddenly, it's all too much for Buffy. She lowers her head and begins to cry. She turns up the radio so no one will hear her. There, in the privacy of the kitchen, she lets go, all her fears and all the pressure releasing in her tears. The enthusiastic salsa music continues to play. INT. JOYCE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT Joyce is starting to panic. The sheets are now snarled around her. Her babbling is much louder.
No...don't do that! Stop! Stop staring! I don't like that. I have to rest now. I don't like the way you're looking at me... Joyce's eyes are wide with panic, still fixed on the ceiling directly above her. Joyce continues MOANING and MUTTERING as we see: JOYCE'S POV: There, directly above her head, is the Queller. It draws its lethal mucus through its teeth. Leers at her with its big, murky eyes. BLACK OUT
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INT. HOSPITAL CORRIDOR - NIGHT Riley and the Black Ops charge down the hallway, following the Creature's invisible radiation trail along the ceiling and walls using the CLICKING GEIGER COUNTER. The radiation trail leads them to the Hospital Entrance. EXT. HOSPITAL ENTRANCE - NIGHT Graham steps outside and uses the Geiger counter. He calls back to the others.
The trail stops here, edge of the parking lot.
It stops?
A car. It hitched a ride. Probably underneath. So much for containment.
So some poor mental patient checks out of here today and drives away with this thing... took it right to his own home.
Checked out today...
(barking orders) Get me a list of all patients discharged in the last-- But Riley cuts him off, a dead certainty in his eyes.
(cutting him off) No. I know where it's going. Riley takes the lead again, heading out.
We've got to move. Now. The men follow him. INT. JOYCE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT The Creature lands on Joyce, the ooze dripping from its mouth like drool. Joyce is now hyperventilating, tears spilling from the corners of her eyes. She SCREAMS as loud as she can, and SCREAMS again.
It's on me! Help me! There's a bug! INT. DAWN'S BEDROOM - NIGHT Dawn listens to her mother screaming, unsure what to do. Deciding, she leaps out of bed and throws open the door that connects her bedroom to her mother's. Just in time to see the Creature begin to vomit the clear goop all over her face -- Dawn only hesitates a second before taking action: she grabs the COAT-RACK by her door and hefts it like a bayonet, charging at the Creature. INT. JOYCE'S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT Dawn jabs the coat-rack at the Creature, hitting it squarely and knocking it off the bed. It falls back onto the floor, out of sight. Dawn looks to her mother, who's desperately trying to pull the sticky bile off her face so she can breathe. The Creature suddenly JUMPS back onto the bed, scampering across Joyce's legs, and SPRINGS at Dawn. Dawn runs back into her room. INT. DAWN'S BEDROOM - CONTINUING - NIGHT Dawn races through her room and out into the hall. INT. UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT Where she's about to bolt for the stairs when THE CREATURE bounds from Joyce's bedroom and blocks her path. Dawn's only recourse is to head for the bathroom. Which she does. INT. BATHROOM - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT Dawn tries to shut the door but the Creature has gotten a claw in. Dawn struggles to close it, throwing all her weight against the door. But the Creature doesn't relent. Dawn tries to call for help:
Buffy! Buffy! But she's out of breath and her plea is barely audible. She pushes on the door, trying to keep the Creature at bay. INT. BUFFY'S KITCHEN - SAME TIME - NIGHT Buffy has cried herself out. She turns the water to cold and splashes it on her face. Breathing deeply to calm herself. Then she turns the faucet off. She begins to scrub the dishes with a new vigor, as if focusing on cleaning will keep her mind from thinking about anything else. INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT Dawn races through the bathroom into Joyce's bedroom. INT. JOYCE'S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT Dawn comes through the bathroom door, SLAMMING it shut. She pushes up the nearby exer-cycle, barricading the door. She runs around her mother's bed and SLAMS the door to her bedroom. She YELLS through the door to the hallway:
(with all her strength) BUFFY! ! And SLAMS that door too.
Dawn? INT. BUFFY'S KITCHEN/STAIRS - SAME TIME - NIGHT This Buffy hears. Immediately, she runs out of the kitchen and charges up the stairs.
(through the door) Buffy! Buffy goes to the door of Joyce's bedroom, opens it.
What is it?
There's something out there Buffy. It's after Mom!
Make it stop looking at me Buffy... it chokes me ...
(shutting the door) You two stay in there. Do not leave that- Suddenly, WHOMP! The Creature drops on Buffy from above, knocking her to her back. BUFFY WRESTLES WITH IT. They get to the edge of the staircase and then begin to tumble down, still fighting, entwined in each other's arms. Buffy and the Creature come tumbling down. They land hard and Buffy loses her grip on the Creature. It scrambles away, quick as lightning. Buffy gets to her feet and pauses, listening hard. INT. JOYCE'S BEDROOM - SAME TIME - NIGHT Joyce and Dawn hold each other tight,
terrified. Dawn grips an African sculpture - ready to use it as a weapon
if
It's okay, my baby. It's okay. INT. BUFFY'S DINING ROOM - NIGHT Buffy enters, silent and coiled. Her eyes scan the room, darting from shadow to shadow: where is the Creature? INT. BUFFY'S KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT Buffy enters the darkened kitchen. Her eyes continue to scan, flicking from corner to corner. Smoothly, she pulls a CARVING KNIFE from a knife block and cocks her arm back, ready. She walks towards the stove, her eyes missing nothing. SUDDENLY, SOMETHING SPRINGS OUT from the basement behind her! Buffy whirls, knife ready... only to find Spike, who holds something in one of his hands. Buffy glares at him.
Spike. Spike - caught - tries to play it cool.
Yeah. Listen, did you hear a noise?
(cold) What the hell are you doing in my house?
Right then, you caught me. Your basement's full of junk and, me being in need of... junk ...
You were stealing?
Well, yeah. Can't exactly work the counter at Burger Barn, now can I? But Buffy's not listening. She notices what Spike is slipping into his jacket - photos of some kind. They almost look like photos of her.
Wait. Are those pictures of- But she doesn't get to finish before - WHOMP! - the Creature drops on Spike from above, knocking him to the ground. Spike lets out a SCREAM! He wriggles under the Creature, KICKING at it with his arms and legs. Buffy readies her knife, waiting for a clear shot at the Creature. But before she gets her chance, one of Spike's thrashing legs KICKS THE KNIFE OUT OF HER HAND. It goes skittering across the kitchen floor. Without a weapon, Buffy has no choice but to tackle the Creature. She and the Creature tumble out of the kitchen and into the dining room. Meanwhile, Spike goes after the knife, he grabs it and follows Buffy into the: INT. BUFFY'S DINING ROOM - CONTINUOUS- NIGHT Where Buffy and the Creature FIGHT, crashing into the dining room furniture - making much mayhem.
(re: knife) Buffy! Spike tosses Buffy the carving knife. She catches it deftly, just as the Creature POUNCES ON HER. Buffy lies on her back with the Creature atop her. She holds the knife with two hands, pointing the blade inwards, and THRUSTS IT TOWARDS HER OWN CHEST, as if she were committing Hari-kari. The blade impales the Creature. It stops moving. Buffy lies there, the Creature heavy on her chest, goop oozing from its body. A horrified beat ... Then Spike extends a hand to Buffy, offering to help her up. She accepts and stands up, covered in filth, exhausted. It's going to be okay. When: BANG! BANG! Suddenly, the front and back doors are kicked in simultaneously. Spike and Buffy react as Riley and the Black Ops charge into the house, weapons drawn. A few (which we will assume includes GRAHAM) fan into the living room while the others enter the dining room with Riley. His eyes take in everything: Buffy and Spike; the wrecked dining room soaked with ooze; and the Creature, dead on the floor.
(to Buffy) Are you okay? She doesn't answer. She just runs up the stairs, Spike looks at Riley.
You just missed a real nice time. The Black Ops holster their guns. INT. JOYCE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT Buffy enters the room and runs to Joyce and Dawn. She climbs onto the bed with them and the three embrace, holding each other tightly.
It's gone. I killed it.
Oh, God...
It's gone? You promise?
I promise. Everything's alright. Everything's alright ... The three continue to rock and hold each other, wanting to believe it. FADE TO: EXT. HOSPITAL PARKING LOT - NIGHT The street lamps that surround the parking lot cast their yellowed light into the night. Ben walks briskly across the shadowy parking lot. He looks a little messed up, sweat beaded on his forehead. As he walks, Ben reaches into his coat pocket and removes a prescription bottle. He shakily opens it and pops a few pills. He approaches his car and fumbles in his pants pockets for the keys, looking over his shoulder to see if anyone is behind him. There's no one. Ben finds his keys and hurriedly unlocks the car door. INT. BEN'S CAR - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT Ben slides in, closes the door, and locks it from the inside. SUDDENLY, A VOICE:
A body might ask what exactly it is you think you're doing. Ben spins around. There in the back seat, is a molting creature in a hooded garment: DREG, Glory's minion from episode 8.
He might ask what all this was meant to accomplish. Because to a humble postulant it looks like chaos. Like unnecessary attention drawn where it ought not be- Ben stares at Dreg. Says in a deadly voice.
Get out.
Sir. Dreg opens the passenger-side door but pauses, turning to Ben:
Forgive me. I just want to understand. Why summon the Queller?
Why do you think? Because I'm cleaning up Glory's mess. Just like I've done my whole damn life. With that he pushes Dreg out onto the pavement and yanks shut the passenger-side door. He twists the key in the ignition and tears off into the night, tires screeching. INT. JOYCE'S HOSPITAL ROOM - MORNING (DAY 3) Joyce is back in her hospital bed. Buffy sits at her side, holding her mother's hand. A NURSE swabs Joyce's arm with alcohol and inserts an intravenous needle. Joyce winces, keeps her focus on Buffy. As the Nurse starts to exit.
Buffy?
Um hum?
I… The Nurse exits and Joyce draws closer to her daughter.
I want to ask you something... And if I'm being crazy - you just tell me. Okay?
You got it.
The other day... Actually, I'm not sure when. The days all seem to bleed together ...
It's not important.
No, I guess it isn't. I do know I was pretty out of it. And I had - not a dream exactly. More like, I had this knowledge. It just came to me - like truth, you know? Even though it didn't seem possible. Even though I shouldn't think such things.
What, Mom? It's okay. Joyce says the next with difficulty.
That Dawn... (pained) She's not mine, is she? Buffy takes this in for a long beat. Finally-
No. Joyce labors to understand.
She's - she does belong to us though.
Yes. She does.
And she's important. To the world. Precious ... Buffy nods. Joyce takes her hand.
As precious as you are to me? Buffy nods again - trying to hold it together.
Then we have to take care of her. Promise me, Buffy - if anything happens to me, if I don't come through this-
(cutting her off) Mom-
No. Let me finish. No matter what she is, she still feels like my daughter, and I have to know you'll keep her safe. You'll love her like I love you. Buffy fights tears.
I promise.
Good. Good... Joyce seems to relax a bit. Lays back and pulls her daughter to her. Holds her tenderly.
My sweet, brave Buffy. What would I do without you? CLOSE ON BUFFY Scared. Silently asking the same of her mother. INT. HOSPITAL CORRIDOR - DAY Buffy and Dawn stand in the foreground holding hands, watching as Joyce is wheeled away towards the OR. Joyce smiles at them and they return her brave smile. In the BG, Riley, Xander, Anya, Willow, Tara and Giles wait and watch. BLACK OUT.
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