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Crush December 14, 2000 (White) Written by: David Fury |
| Teaser |
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INT. THE BRONZE - NIGHT (NIGHT 1) A SEXY ROCK SONG with a danceable beat pulses through the REMODELED room as we MOVE AMONG dancing couples, including XANDER and ANYA, then WILLOW and TARA... MOVING PAST them and ACROSS the floor, we come to find. BUFFY, sitting alone at a table. She nods her head to the beat as she watches the dancers. On the table-top are empty glassed, a candle and a few BILLS of MONEY on a little black bill tray. Buffy watches her friends, smiling wistfully - happy for their happiness, though somewhat ambivalent of her own non-couplehood. After a moment:
Bleedin' crime is what it is... Buffy warily looks over as SPIKE, beer bottle in hand, takes a seat next to her.
Jacking up the bar prices to pay for fixin' up this sinkhole. Not my fault their insurance doesn't cover Act of Troll.
Gee... maybe it's time you found another place to patronize.
Got half a mind to. 'Specially since the flowering onion got remodeled right off the sodding menu. Only thing this place 'ad going for it... 'Course I have spotted some walnutty muffin tops that-- Buffy rounds on him.
What are you doing, Spike? Spike hesitates, suddenly self-conscious.
What you mean, what am I--?
Here. At this table. Talking to me. Like you and I are some kind of... talking buddies.
Well... Saw you sittin' alone. Thought... I dunno, you could, maybe, do with a bit of, you know, company. Buffy squints at him, trying to figure his angle. Uncomfortable being scrutinized, Spike gets up.
Suit yourself. HE starts off, then comes back and sits down again.
Just... I mean... we took on that Glory chippee together. I was right there with you, fighting the fight...
Actually, you were sleeping the sleep of the knocked unconscious.
Still. Points for intent. You'd think that'd be enough to cut me a sliver of slack. Earn me a little consideration, respect-- Xander and Anya return to the table.
(to Spike) Hey, Evil Dead, you're in my seat. Spike opens his mouth to offer a retort, but instead mutters:
Bugger it. Then turns and crosses away. Buffy watches him go, still squinting. Weird.
Xander, I think you may have hurt his feelings.
And you should never hurt the feelings of a brutal killer. (realizes) Actually, that's pretty good advice. Tara and Willow approach.
So, who's for another round of liquid refreshments? I'm buying. For I am Payday Man.
Yay. I love Payday Man. He's cool and rich. Will reaches into her bag and takes out a bottle of aspirin.
I could use some water.
Water poses no challenge for Payday Man for I have-- (scans the table) Hey, where's my change? It was right he-- The same thought occurs to all of them and they look over at the bar. THE GANG'S POV - SPIKE waves a bill at the bartender.
Spike, you diabolical fiend. Xander heads off toward the bar. Buffy eyes Willow with concern.
Poor Will. Headaches still coming?
Fewer and further between, but, yet. they're still exercising their visitation rights.
Honey, in case you didn't hear me the first six thousand times: No more teleportation spells.
Hey, you won't get any argument from me. (considering) Or maybe a tiny one. (off Buffy's look) It's just... we've got squat in the way of Glory fighting arsenal. Another run in with her and my headaches and nosebleeds will be the least of our problems.
Will, this is the first R&R I've had in weeks. Can I just go one night without hearing the name "Glory."
I'm down with that. In fact, let's just call She Who Will Not be Named another name entirely... Let's call her00
(noticing something off) Ben...
...for example. ANGLE ON BEN, in street clothes, sitting on the arm of a sofa, laughing and drinking with a couple of guy friends. He stands as Buffy approaches.
Hey.
Buffy. Hi.
Barely recognized you out of your hospital scrubs.
You'd be surprised the extent of my wardrobe.
Really?
(nodding) I've actually got entire outfits that aren't blue-pajamas.
Listen... My sister... she told me what happened at the hospital. Before I got there. Ben hesitates for a moment.
Uh huh.
I just wanted to tell you... You know, thanks... For looking after her...
That's okay. Sorry I wasn't able to stick around.
Probably just as well you didn't. Things got a little hairy. But everything's back to normal now.
I'm just glad Dawn's okay.
Yeah, she's fine. And maybe something good'll come out of all this hospital time, like she'll become a doctor.
Oh, don't let her. (conspiratorially) It's really hard. They share a laugh. ANGLE ON XANDER and SPIKE at the bar in mid-argument as Xander collects drinks. Xander glowers at Spike.
The point is I work for that money.
And you're saying I didn't?
What? Yes, I'm saying that. You didn't! You stole!
And you're making it into very hard work. Spike looks over Xander's shoulder and his face drops... SPIKE'S POV - Buffy and Ben, laughing and chatting away.
Listen, Bleach Boy, I don't have a chip in my head. I can do lots more damage to you than you could ever do to me. Spike looks at Buffy distracted by thoughts of Buffy and Ben -- could Ben take her away from him?
(distracted) Yeah? Like you could ever hurt me... Spike reddens as he eyes Buffy and Ben with mounting jealousy. As if accentuating this, we hear a LOW RUMBLING and the SCREEEECH of... EXT. SUNNYDALE TRAIN STATION - MEANWHILE (NIGHT) ...A PASSENGER TRAIN as it pulls into the near empty station. PAN ALONG with it as it slows and we pick up A PORTER, bored, waiting on the platform, reading a comic book and leaning on a baggage cart. He turns his attention to the train as it comes to a stop, shoves the comic book in his back pocket. The train sits idly for a moment, the sound of its engine echoing into the night like the heavy breathing of a massive beast brought down by exhaustion. They, the doors open... But no one emerges. The Porter eyes the opening for a moment. Then steps forward and calls in:
Sunnydale Station! Last stop on this line! He waits for straggling passengers, but none appears. And here's where we bait the schmuck. The Porter looks around, then steps onto the train. INT. TRAIN CAR - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT CLOSE ON PORTER as he enters, scanning the dimly-lit interior, until he suddenly freezes. An expression of unmitigated horror appears on his face. THE PORTER'S POV - DEAD BODIES (five) strewn about the car. - A business man, his pressed white shirt stained with blood dripping from a neck wound. - An elderly couple, their eyes WIDE OPEN, mouths, AGAPE in abject terror, slumped in seats facing each other. - A woman's arm dangles over the top of a seat (though we don't see the rest of her), blood dripping from her wrist. -Two others, both young men, lying partially in the aisle, as they must have been fleeing when they were slaughtered. ON PORTER - looking ill, gasping for air... then pausing when he senses something behind him. REVERSE ANGLE - SOMETHING'S POV - As the Porter slowly turns, goes wide-eyed with fear, then bolts for the exit at the other end of the car as we pursue him.
Oh God... Oh please... EXT. TRAIN STATION - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT He almost makes it out the door and onto the platform...
Help me! Please! Help m---!!! ...before he's VIOLENTLY DRAGGED BACK into the train, SHRIEKING... BLACK OUT.
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EXT. BUFFY'S HOUSE - NIGHT To establish. LIGHT and ambient TV NOISE emanates from the living room window. INT. BUFFY'S LIVING ROOM/FOYER - NIGHT JOYCE sits on the couch, sipping hot cocoa from a mug, reading a paperback. GILES is also there, sitting at the desk, perusing one of his thick occult books. PAN DOWN to find DAWN, wearing her pajamas, sprawled out on the floor, watching a TV game show, though her unfinished homework is laid out in front of her. From the foyer, they HEAR the front door SLAM and look up.
(calling) Buffy? BUFFY enters.
Back by popular demand. How's everything with the home team and do I smell popcorn?
Cheddar. Buffy sits on the floor next to Dawn and helps herself.
Mmm. Artificial cheese flavored powder. Nature's perfect food.
Did you have a nice time?
(a bit surprised) You know, I think I did. Much needed fun. Apart from Willow's headaches and Spike's cameo appearance--
(taking interest) Spike was there?
Unfortunately. You know, for a "keeps to himself" kind of vamp, he's, like, everywhere I go.
(casually) So, um... What was he doing? Did you, like, talk to him about.. you know, stuff? What'd he say?
(searching) I dunno... He's cranky the Bronze got rid of the flowering onion appetizer.
Huh... Dawn nods and crosses away.
(to herself) Likes onions. ON JOYCE, moving to Buffy.
Well, I'm just relieved to have you home. To be honest, I wasn't feeling all that safe with you gone. Giles reacts, a little stung. Buffy signals her mother, gesturing to Giles with her eyes.
(getting it) ...At first... Until I remembered that Mr. Giles... Rupert... was here and I felt much... much safer.
Yes, well, my ego thanks you for your little ruse, but I'm forced to agree that I'm barely and adequate substitute for a slayer in the house.
I thought you were adequate.
And the accolades keep pouring in. I'd best take my leave before my head swells any larger. Good night.
'Night. Buffy gets up and walks Giles to the door. They speak in hushed tones.
So... Dawn. Was she-- you know...?
As far as I can see, she appears to be coping very well. Extremely well, considering the extraordinary circumstances of her origin.
Then let me ask you something... We, Mom and I've been going a little easy on her these past few days. You know, letting things slide... bedtime, chores... And other things.
Oh, I don't think that's at all wise.
You don't?
The best thing you could do is behave exactly as you always have. Any special treatment at this stage could undermine Dawn's sense of normalcy.
You think so?
Absolutely.
Thanks. She turns and, startling Giles, shouts:
DAWN!!! Dawn appears, immediately defensive.
What!
What did I tell you about borrowing my clothes without asking?
I didn't take your clothes!
Bull.
(gesturing toward the door) I'll just... Yes. He takes the opportunity to slip out the front door, leaving the girls to their heated exchange.
I never touched your stuff!
Oh, really. There, where's my blue cashmere sweater? INT. SPIKE'S CRYPT - MEANWHILE - NIGHT CLOSE ON a royal blue cashmere sweater. WIDEN to find SPIKE, sitting in his chair, absentmindedly caressing and fingering the sweater, lost in thought. After a moment... HARMONY appears in the archway, wearing a LACY, SILKY, SEXY, TEDDY.
Spikey... Spike immediately stashes the sweater behind the chair.
Aren't you coming to bed?
Not tired.
Me, neither... She crosses in to Spike, running a finger sensuously along his shoulder and face, annoying him considerably.
Don't you want to come in and... She plops down hard on his lap, causing Spike some discomfort.
Tire me out. He grabs her roughly, his anger rising. Her eyes flash with excitement.
Harm! Really not in the mood right now.
Tsk. You're never in the mood. (kissing his ear) We can do something different tonight.
Like what? You stop yammering for two seconds?
Well... we could, I don't know... maybe play a game? ON SPIKE, as he thinks of a game he's like to play. HARD CUT TO: INT. SPIKE'S CRYPT - A LITTLE LATER - NIGHT CLOSE ON HARMONY, LEAPING INTO FRAME, in BUFFY DRAG (including cashmere sweater). She appears somewhat uncomfortable as she wields a wooden stake.
(stiltedly) Oh, I'm gonna stake you. I'm coming after you, you bad, evil vampire. And I'm gonna... slay you! Harmony stabs in the air with her stake a few times, almost drops it, but doesn't. She takes on new sneaking-up, and fighting poses.
I'm sneaking up and I'm gonna stake you so much with my Slaying powers that I have because I'm the Chosen -- woop! She YELPS as A GROWLING, SHIRTLESS SPIKE tackles her OUT OF FRAME. We hear smooching noises and off-screen moans.
(pleased) Oh! Spike! EXT. UC SUNNYDALE CAMPUS - THE NEXT DAY (DAY 2) Establishing. INT. COMMONS - DAY ON BUFFY, TARA and WILLOW strolling through, post-class.
I just don't see why he couldn't have ended up with Esmerelda. They could have the wedding right there. (a little misty) Beneath the very bell tower where he labored thanklessly for all those years...
No, see, it can't end like that, 'cuz all of Quasimodo's actions were selfishly motivated. He had no moral compass, no understanding of what was right. Everything he did, he did out of love for a woman who'd never be able to love him back. Also, you can tell it's not gonna have a happy ending, when the main guys all bumpy.
What do you think, Buffy?
The test is tomorrow. I don't have to have an opinion 'til tomorrow.
But you read it, right?
Kinda not. I rented the movie.
With Charles Loughton?
I'm not sure. Was he one of the singing gargoyles?
Uh boy.
I'm kidding! They pass a STUDENT reading a newspaper. We may not notice the headline, but Buffy does. She freezes in her tracks, takes a step back.
You done with this? She grabs the paper away, staring at the front page. The student starts to protest, but Buffy has moved on and he gives up. Buffy shows Will and Tara the headline. CLOSE ON HEADLINE: "METROTRAIN MASSACRE." Below in smaller type: "Six found Murdered on Train at Sunnydale Station."
(reading) "Six found Murdered on Train at Sunnydale Station."
Glory?
(reading) "...unconfirmed reports of severe trauma to the throats of one or more of the victims..." PUSH IN on her as she looks up.
Survey says... Vampire. INT. SPIKE'S CRYPT - DAY Spike emerges from the hole in the floor of his crypt, climbing up a ladder. PULL OUT into an OVER THE SHOULDER to reveal a dark-haired female form waiting for him. Spike sees her and reacts, STARTLED.
Oh, it's you. What are you doing lurking about? REVERSE ANGLE ON DAWN, shrugging.
I'm not lurking. I'm looking. What are you doing? Spike covers the hole with a slab.
Nothing.
(re hole) So is that how you get around town during the daytime? Does that lead into the sewers or something? Could you show me?
No! Why are-- Does Buffy know you're here? He takes out a cigarette and lights it.
Yeah, right. 'Cause nothing would make her happier than me hanging out after school in a vampire's lair. (she turns and adds offhandedly) Especially yours. Spike looks up at her for a moment, then:
Go home then.
I don't feel like it right now.
Well, you can't bloody well stay here.
Why not?
Because! I've got things to do. (off her look) Things... Bad things. Bad, evil things. That are not for a child's eyes.
I'm not a child. (then) I'm not even human. Not originally.
Well, originally, I was. I got over it. Doesn't seem to me it matters very much how you start out. Dawn considers that.
That's smart. I get that. I like how you talk to me like I can understand things. Everyone else is being all twitchy and secretive.
Just trying to keep you safe, I expect.
I feel safe with you. A remark that sends Spike into a COUGHING, CHOKING jag.
Take that back.
I mean, you've got that whole super- strength thing. And you're just as tough as Buffy is. Maybe tougher. Even Buffy thinks so.
(taking interest) She... She does?
Well, she's always worried about what she's gonna do if you ever get that chip out of your head. I figure she's scared that maybe you could take her.
Really. Spike sits down on the lip of a tomb.
So... what else does Buffy say about me? INT. BUFFY'S FOYER - DAY ON THE FRONT DOOR as it opens and Buffy enters. Joyce calls from the kitchen:
Dawn?!
It's me. Joyce enters, fairly panic-stricken.
Is Dawn with you?
No. Isn't she here?
She never came home from school. Buffy... The news said something about people murdered... Buffy puts her stuff down and starts to leave.
It's not Glory. It isn't about Dawn, Mom. She probably just- I'll find her.
Buffy... Buffy turns back to Joyce, reading the look on her face.
(a promise) I'll find her. She exits. INT. SPIKE'S CRYPT - LATER - DAY Spike and Dawn sit on the floor.
And the lady just invited you in?
Well, I had hubby by the throat, didn't I? Promised her he'd live if she did the invite.
And did you? Let him live?
What do you think? Dawn shudders.
Too much for you?
No. Keep going. I mean, it's gross, but I want to know what happens.
Well, I went into the house. Lady was there with a couple teenaged sons. Little older than you. I killed 'em right quick, the whole lot. But... someone was missing. There was supposed to be a little girl. So I got real quiet. He pauses for effect... acting it out, listening...
(very soft) And I hear this tiny noise coming from the coal bin... this little sigh... so I listened harder... it's very, very quiet... Buffy bursts through the door loudly. Both Spike and Dawn JUMP.
Bloody hell!
Spike, I need your help. Dawn is... (seeing her) here.
Spike was telling a story and he was just at this cool part. Can he finish, please? Buffy stares at him, dumbfounded.
What the hell is this? (to Spike) What is she doing here?
Just hanging out.
Here?!
Just let him finish the story, okay? Then you can do the lecture?
Yeah, okay. Let's hear the story Spike's been telling my little sister. She looks to Spike -- a challenge.
Go on, Spike.
Right. Yeah. So I knew the girl was in the coal bin. I ripped it open -- very violent -- hauled her out of there... and gave her to a good family in a nice home where they were never ever mean to her and didn't lock her in the coal bin. He looks defiantly at Buffy.
What? That's so lame.
(to Buffy) I was just about to send her home. Knew you'd be fretting.
Dawn, grab your things and let's get outta here. Dawn does and Buffy hustles her toward the door, as Spike brings up the rear.
Ease up. She just wanted a break from the routine. A little rebellion's healthy. Builds character. Buffy turns to Spike.
I don't want to hear one more word form you. She drags Dawn out. EXT. GRAVEYARD - MOMENTS LATER - DAY As Buffy and Dawn make their way among the gravestones, Buffy scolds her sister.
...And then to find you enjoying story hour at Spike's crypt... A crypt Dawn! Not some "Hot Dog on a Stick" boot at the mall, but a real live crypt with a real dead vampire. Why doesn't that register with you? Crypt plus vampire equals bad.
'Cause it was Spike?
Spike. Hanging out with Spike is not cool, Dawn. It's dangerous and... icky. Dawn smiles to herself, her cheeks flushing a bit.
I don't think Spike is icky.
Well think again sister, he's... She pauses. Looks at Dawn. Dawn meets her gaze, that smile still on her lips.
(realizing) You have a crush on Spike.
No, I don't! It's just he's got cool hair and he wears cool leather coats and stuff. And he doesn't treat me like an alien.
(serious) Spike's a killer, Dawn. You cannot have a crush on a thing that's dead and evil and a vampire.
Right. That's why you were never with Angel for three years.
Angel was different. He has a soul.
Spike has a chip. Same diff. He fights demons too y'know. He told me about some pretty gross fights actually--
Dawn, I don't want to hear this. Spike is a monster. Plus, you're only fourteen years old.
I like hanging out with him, is all. And even if I did have a crush, he'd never in a million years notice. Not with you around.
What does that mean.
He's totally into you.
(uncomprehending) Heh?
Come on. You don't see it? Buffy, Spike's completely in love with you. Off Buffy's look of shock: BLACK OUT.
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INT. TRAIN CAR - DAY CLOSE ON POLICE TAPE stretched across the doorway of the car. It reads: "Police Crime Scene. No Trespassing." A feminine hand reaches up and RIPS IT AWAY. NEW ANGLE ON BUFFY and XANDER as they enter the train, Xander armed with a flashlight. The bodies have all been taken away, but there are tape outlines of the victims and the odd bloodstain here and there.
Tell me again what we're looking for.
(looking around) Clues.
Okay. (beat) Can you give me a clue as to what kind of clues?
I don't know. Something. Anything. Just want to make sure this was a vamp attack. And if it was, how many are we talking about?
Well, Sunnydale's Finest didn't leave a lot for us to examine. Distracted, Buffy straightens and turns to Xander, wanting to say something.
And who knows how many people have traipsed through here already.
Xander...
(looks at her) What? Buffy opens her mouth to speak, then blurts out...
Never mind. Xander nods, a little confused, then starts to turn.
Dawn said that... She hesitates.
Yeah?
Forget it.
Buffy!
Dawn things... She says that.... Spike might be in love with me. ON XANDER, he stares at her a moment, then suddenly BURSTS OUT LAUGHING, uncontrollably. Buffy eyes him, stonily.
It's not a joke.
Oh I hope not. It's funnier if it's true.
I'm serious. This is serious.
Right. Serious big bunches of flowers with little cards attached, "Buffy, Buffy, you're so sweet..." (working it out) "You are... you are good enough to eat."
So you can stop laughing now.
I don't think so.
It's creepy.
No, not creepy, 'cuz it's not real. I mean, how upset can you really get over Spike's fevered day-dream that's never gonna happen?
I guess.
So where did Dawn... How did she come to this... extremely entertaining conclusion?
She was with Spike yesterday afternoon. I think she's got a little crush on him. Xander suddenly sobers.
What?
(musing) I knew he had this weird fixation for me, but--
I'm the one she's got a crush on. Me. Buffy casts one last look around.
Let's go. There's nothing here. LOW ANGLE as they move to exit.
It's always been me. Big funny Xander. And then she just suddenly decides I'm not the cool one anymore? Why is that okay? SLOW PAN OVER to discover AN ANTIQUE DOLL wearing a BLINDFOLD wedged under one of the seats. INT. BUFFY'S KITCHEN - NIGHT ON BUFFY as she nears the entrance to the kitchen and sees BUFFY'S POV - DAWN and JOYCE, through the doorway. Joyce is telling a story.
But they didn't get that it was a copy of bill of lading... they thought it was another order form, so now I've got two shipments of Greek amphorae on my hands... ON BUFFY, smiling. REVERSE ANGLE, TRAVELLING with Buffy as SPIKE comes INTO FRAME, sitting on the counter across from Joyce and Dawn. ON BUFFY again, her smile quickly fading, replaced by a wave of discomfort. No one in the room has noticed her yet. Spike is trying to participate civilly.
Funny. And really, how many of them do you need. Amphorae. Joyce looks up and sees Buffy.
Buffy! Spike came over to apologize. (shaking Dawn, teasingly) Our missing child drama.
Even though it was so not his fault. Buffy tries to act nonchalant, but her unease is showing.
And he just decided to hang for awhile.
Well, I got started talking about the gallery. See, there was this bill of lading...
Oh, don't get us all laughing again, Joyce. Anyhow, I really need to talk to your eldest. Buffy stiffens.
What about? Spike gets down off the counter and beckons her to follow him, away from Joyce and Dawn.
Got a bit of info you might be keen on knowing.
Sorry. All out of cash. Maybe you should hit on Giles-- hit up Giles--
I got a bead on the guys who killed those people. The ones on the train. Buffy eyes him, skeptically.
Do tell.
I'll do better than that. I'll show. Buffy hesitates.
(squinting) What's the matter?
Nothing. Just... They stare at each other for a beat or two. Spike sighs and relents.
Two vamps. Holed up in a warehouse downtown.
Abandoned?
Are there any other kind in this town? (beat) Well, what you waiting for? Grab your coat and pointy sticks. Buffy moves off, he follows. INT. SPIKE'S CAR/EXT. ALLEY - NIGHT ON BUFFY and SPIKE - sitting wordlessly in the front seat of his parked car, staked out in the alley. Buffy peers out the windshield, down the alley, then casually cheats a glance at Spike. He sees her looking and offers a tentative grin. Uncomfortable, Buffy looks away. Spike leans and reaches across her. Buffy recoils.
Hey, uh-- Spike pops open the glove compartments and pulls out a flask and takes a long drink. He wipes the mouth of the flask with his sleeve, then offers it to Buffy, who just looks at him.
Eeeew.
It's not blood. It's bourbon.
(calmly reiterating) Eeeew.
(a tad defensive) Suit yourself. I wasn't trying to get you sizzled. Thought you might want a warmer, is all. Spike puts the flask back in the glove compartment and slaps it closed. Starts to hum a tune lightly to himself, tapping on the steering wheel. Turns again to Buffy.
You like the Ramones? That's it. Buffy's getting really uncomfortable.
Where are the bad guys? It's been almost an hour.
Promised location, not timeliness. (beat) Cold night. I could put the heater on if--
I'm fine. Another uncomfortable moment of silence, then...
If you're not doing this for money, then why--
(sees something) Shhh. Buffy looks up to see BUFFY'S POV - THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD - A MUTT and JEFF pair of VAMPS, silhouetted against the lights mounted in the alley, as they enter the condemned warehouse, through a door with a broken chain.
Them? Spike stealthily opens his door and steps out. Buffy does the same, though less with the stealth.
Imagine these rotters are tougher than they look. Prob'ly very crafty. And wiry. As they move around the car and come together in the alley, Spike turns to her and seemingly offers his open hand. Buffy eyes it with uncertainty - (Does he want to hold hands?!)
(requesting) Stake. Buffy reaches into her coat and produces a stake for him.
Don't use 'em usually. But for these two, it's best to be prepared. He moves off, not seeing Buffy's relieved exhale. She follows him off. INT. WAREHOUSE - NIGHT There are a couple of old mattresses, pillows, other discarded junk. ON MUTT, rifling through a pile of CDs, as JEFF'S got Jiffy-pop going on a hotplate. After a couple of moments, they look up as BUFFY approaches. ON MUTT and JEFF, they slowly rise to their feet.
The Slayer. Buffy positions herself into a fighting stance, waiting for the two vamps to charge her. Instead, they turn and run away, whimpering with fear as they clamber out windows near the back. Buffy relaxes as Spike strolls up next t her.
Well, that was... sad. Buffy looks around the "vamp campsite."
I'm embarrassed for our kind. (then) So, should we chase 'em then? Can't have gone far.
Those vamps have been here a while. They've nested.
So, you're saying they're a couple of poofters.
No. I'm saying they had nothing to do with last night's murders.
How do you figure?
Whoever did it only just arrived in town last night. She turns and moves to the exit.
Looks like you just wasted my time. Spike gets to the door first and holds it open for her. Buffy stops in her tracks and jumps back, wigged.
What are you-- Spike, confused at first, suddenly realizes what he's done and lets go of the door.
I... It was... I wasn't thinking... Buffy, shaken, moves away from him.
What is this, Spike?
Don't get your knickers twisted, I was just-
No. I mean, what is this? The late night stake out, the bogus suspects, the flask... Is this a date?
(stammering) A - ? Please... A date. You're completely off your bird. I mean... (quickly/hopeful) Do you want it to be? That's it. That's what Buffy needed to hear to confirm all of her worst fears.
Oh no. No... Are you out of your mind?
It's not so unusual. Two people. In the workplace... Feelings develop...
No! Feelings do not develop. No feelings! Spike starts to move toward her, but she backs away.
You can't deny it. There's something between us.
Loathing. Disgust-
Heat. Desire-
Please. You're a vampire, Spike!
Angel was a vampire.
Angel had a soul. He was good.
And I can be too. I've changed Buffy.
You mean the chip? That's not change. That's just holding you back. You're like a serial killer in prison-
Women marry them all the time! (quickly/heartfelt) But I'm not. Like that. Something's happening to me. I can't stop thinking about you. And if it means turning my back on the whole evil thing-
(cutting him off) Stop. You don't mean this. You don't even know what... feelings are.
(pained) I damn well do. I lie awake every night.
You sleep during the day.
Yeah, but -- You're missing the point. This is real, here. I lov-
(desperate) DON'T! ...say...don't. Buffy quickly moves for the door.
I'm going.
Come on. We need to-
(cutting him off) We don't need to do anything. There is no we. Understand? Buffy moves around him and heads out.
Buffy- But she's gone. Spike stands there for a long beat, burning. The pain and humiliation washing over him. OMITTED INT. SPIKE'S CRYPT - NIGHT Spike enters, in a haze of despair. He stops, sensing something in the darkness.
Who's there?
A happy memory, pretty Spike. Spike whirls around to find... DRUSILLA. She sports a few bandages about her neck and arms, still recovering from being torched by Angel a few weeks earlier.
Look who's come to make everything right again. ON SPIKE'S stunned expression... BLACK OUT.
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INT. SPIKE'S CRYPT - A LITTLE LATER - NIGHT Spike stands and watches as THE CAMERA follows Drusilla, casually moving about the room, taking everything in.
So, uh, let me get this straight... Darla got mojo'd back from the beyond, you vamped her, and now you and she are working on turning Angel into his own bad self again.
Mm-hmm.
Sounds fun.
(smiling) It is. Like lollipops at the circus. (thoughtful) Although... didn't care for Angelus setting us on fire.
And it's got you, what, all nostalgic now, has it? Dru moves to him, excitedly. She slips her hands around his waist and nuzzles his neck. Spike doesn't really reciprocate.
I want us to be a family again, my William. Come back with me.
To Los Angeles? Done the L.A. scene, Dru. Didn't agree with me. He sits in her chair, attempting a cocky, nonchalant air.
Besides, got a sweet little set-up here in Sunny-D. Decent digs. Not to mention all the tasty townies I can eat.
(scolding) Naughty... You needn't make up stories. I already know why you're not coming. Spike tenses...
Poor boy... Tin soldiers put funny little knickknacks in your brain. Can't hunt. Can't hurt. Can't kill. (disdain) You've got a "chip." Spike opens his mouth, tries to think of a plausible denial. Can't. Then, angry, he gets up and stomp around.
All right. So you heard. Poor Spike's become a cautionary tale for vampires. "Be good, kiddies, or they just might wire you up someday" - and what's this say about you, then, eh? Are you so addicted to torment you'd come all the way from L.A. just to rub a bit of salt in the wound?
You misunderstand. I don't come to torture. Well... (smiles) Not you, anyway. You see... Spike stops, confused. Dru comes to him, slowly, cautiously, as he's still on his guard...
I don't believe in science. All those bits and molecules no one's ever seen. I trust eyes and heart alone. And do you know what mine are singing out now? She's close enough to whisper:
You're a killer. She pulls back, looks him in the eyes and nods, seriously.
Born to slash and bash and bleed like beautiful poetry. No little tinkertoy ever could stop you from flowing.
(seduced) Yeah... (snaps out of it) But - the pain, love. You don't understand, it's searing, blinding...
All in your head. She gently touches Spike's head, pulling it down so she can inspect it. Spike submits, just a bit, bowing his head...
I can see it. Little bit of plastic spiderwebbing out nasty blue shocks - and every one, is a lie. Electricity lies, Spike. It tells you you're not a bad dog. But you are. Spike lifts his head again. And when he does, there's a new look in his eye like he's been anointed. He's evil.
You're my bad dog and you bite. A wicked smile starts to form at the corners of Spike's mouth as he absorbs the truth of this - when the mood is shattered by a VOICE:
What the heck is this?
(muttering) Oh, bloody hell. We see HARMONY, standing in the doorway.
Who is-- (all becoming clear) Oh, wait, I get it. (to Spike) Our little sex game was just the beginning... Now you've gone and picked up some cheap Queen of the Damned to dress up like your precious Droodzilla. Dru smiles, more amused than offended. Harmony marches up to her, between her and Spike.
Harmony...
And you better not be thinking what I think you're thinking, 'cause my answer's the same as always... No threesomes unless it's boy-boy-girl. (beat) Or Charlize Theron.
(pointing at Dru) Harmony, you moron, this is Drusilla. Dru's smile confirms it. Harmony marches up to her, between her and Spike.
Oh. Well, you've got some nerve showing up like this, after all this time. After breaking my sweet Boo-boo's heart... Dru looks at Spike and mouths "Boo-boo?" An embarrassed Spike just shakes his head.
Do you have any idea how hard it's been to break down the walls he put up after you left? I mean, serious "trust issues..."
Harm...
And it's no use crawling back to him now, 'cause Spikey don't play that anymore, Morticia-- She turns -- Spike FIRES his hand out - slamming it straight into Harmony's throat - clamping on tight. Harmony struggles to free herself but Spike calmly holds her fast. He never takes his eyes off Drusilla as he speaks to Harmony.
It was fun while it lasted, Harm, really, but I think it best now if you hit the road. He THROWS Harmony across the room. She rockets back and SLAMS into a far wall, hard, knocking the breath out of her. Clutching her throat, shocked, Harmony manages to say:
Why? Because she's back?
No. Because I am. Drusilla and Spike have their eyes locked on each other. Holding back tears, Harmony leaves without a word, still holding her throat. After a moment:
And there you are... Dru moves behind Spike. She reaches around and caresses his chest. He seems to be liking it more now.
My darling, deadly boy. Dru smiles as they look into each other's eyes. Then Spike kisses her, deeply. Like old times. INT. BUFFY'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT CLOSE ON the shocked expression of Willow's face.
Oh! Wow! CUT OUT to find Buffy sitting next to her on the couch. Joyce paces nearby, wringing her hands.
Yeah.
I mean... Whoa! Ga!
You can stop when you get to "moo."
He actually told you?... He said, "I love you?"
I didn't let him get that far. But I could see the words coming.
Honey, did you, somehow, unintentionally, lead him on in any way? Send him signals?
Well... I do beat him up a lot. (off Joyce's looks) For him, that's like third base.
Buffy, I'm really worried.
So am I. He could become dangerous.
Not really. As long as it's chips ahoy in Spike's head, he can't hurt me or any of you guys. (then) Besides, this'll blow over. I'm sure it's just some weird Spike thing. He'll have the hots for some Gak Demon before we know it.
I don't know. Sometimes these things can get pretty twisted.
And Spike. He's...
Pretty twisted.
You made it clear, right? That it could never happen. That there was no possible way ever.
Yeah. I think so... I don't know. I was kind of thrown.
You have to talk to him again, Buffy.
What? No! I have to avoid him again.
Not until you shut him down completely. If he thinks he has even a little chance with you, there's no telling what he'll do. Off Buffy, worried. INT. THE BRONZE - MEANWHILE - NIGHT As a hot, vital, new band performs onstage... THE CAMERA TRUCKS IN with SPIKE and DRU ads they enter, arm-in-arm, sweeping in as if they own the guy that owns this place. Some of the customers turn to watch as they walk by, so commanding is their presence. As they pass a WAITRESS with a tray of drinks, Spike swipes a beer bottle and a champagne flute. The waitress turns to say something, but, intimidated, thinks better of it and slinks away. Spike hands Dru the glass of champagne and they drink, moving to the dance floor. NEW ANGEL ON SPIKE and DRUSILLA, dancing sensuously. At some point, Drusilla looks up. DRUSILLA'S POV - A BOY and GIRL making out up on the upper level catwalk. ON DRU - She takes Spike's hand and starts dancing him toward the stairs... INT. BUFFY'S LIVING ROOM - MEANWHILE - NIGHT Buffy's putting on her jacket by the door.
I know this is hard, honey, but I think you made the right decision. Better to nip this in the bud before...
The bud nips me? Joyce smiles at her, brushes away an errant lock of hair and exits.
Buffy, if you want, I can go with. Back you up with some scowlin'...
Thanks, but I think this is something I have to do myself. I mean, maybe I'm wrong. Maybe this whole thing's been blown out of proportion and Spike's gone back to wanting me dead.
(crossing her fingers) Here's hoping. Buffy turns to leave.
You know what, though? There is something I'd like you to do while I'm gone... Willow's all ears... INT. THE BRONZE - MEANWHILE - NIGHT As the band plays... CLOSE ON the BOY and GIRL kissing, oblivious, as we... PULL BACK to see (from behind) DRUSILLA and SPIKE walk toward them, menacing slow-motion shot, the two of them coming forward deliberately. As they reach the Boy and Girl, Spike halts and hangs back. DRU (in VAMPFACE) marches up to the Girl. Spike holds back, letting Dru walk ahead of him. He watches, unsure... Dru walks right up to the Girls. Grabs the Girl's head and twists - CRACK! - snapping her neck. Before the Boy can respond, Dru clamps a hand over his mouth. Too freaked to move, he's trapped, wide-eyed, terrified. With her free hand, Dru tosses the dead Girl to Spike (who catches and holds her in his arms). ON SPIKE, he looks down at the lifeless Girl, her broken neck thrown back, white throat poised invitingly before him. He looks to Dru, sees: SPIKE'S POV - DRU, clutching the Boy in "the dark embrace," descending upon him and, sinking her fangs in, starts to feed. As she sucks on the Boy her eyes drift up and gaze back at: SPIKE, who looks down at the Girls' corpse again, looking conflicted, pained. He MORPHS into VAMPFACE. DRUSILLA lifts her head up, her lips stained with the Boy's blood, and draws a deep sensual breath in anticipation as Spike gives in - he penetrates the Girl's throat and drinks. Dru exhales, closing her eyes in ecstasy. CLOSE OF SPIKE, feeding more and more ravenously. INT. SPIKE'S CRYPT - NIGHT Buffy appears at the entrance and raps on the door. The knocks ECHO a bit throughout the musty crypt.
(calling) Spike? She crosses in, tentatively.
Hello? You here? She noses around a bit. Then, finding nothing, she turns to leave. Then stops when the floor she's walking on seems to give a little. She looks down. ANGLE ON the STONE SLAP covering the hole in the floor, rocking a bit as it was left partially ajar. Buffy crouches down to examine it, then pushes the slab away. NEW ANGEL - LOOKING UP at Buffy from inside the hold. She peers down into it. INT. SPIKE'S CRYPT SUBCHAMBER - A MOMENT LATER - NIGHT ON BUFFY, descending the ladder propped up by the opening illuminated by the shaft of light spilling in from above. She reaches the bottom, and squints into the darkness as her eyes adjust to it. ANGLE ON A TORCH, burning weakly, as it's lifted from it's perch. WIDEN as Buffy holds the torch up and moves about the chamber, exploring. She comes to a large opening where the wall's been broken through. The FLAME of the torch FLICKERS from the draft emanating from within. Buffy notices an extinguished torch mounted to the wall and lights it with the one in her hand. Other details of the chamber come into view, including... A large something tucked away in the corner that catches her eye. She moves to it. ANGLE ON a large ratty blanket draped over... something. Buffy reaches in and lifts away part of the blanket, then BLANCHES. ANGLE ON a rotted out, discarded VANITY TABLE. On the framed piece of plywood where the mirror was once mounted are pinned numerous drawings, photographs (some taken clandestinely from a distance)... of BUFFY! ON BUFFY, horrified, yet fascinated, as she wills herself to step closer. On top of the table, amid several candles, are a couple of stake shard, a large gauze pad with dried blood... Reflexively, Buffy puts a hand to the healed wound underneath her rib cage, then sees A small open drawer revealing several pairs of familiar looking underwear. Then Buffy turns and sees THE BLOND MANNEQUIN TORSO. It's wearing her sweater. Sufficiently freaked, Buffy spins around and FLEES. INT. SPIKE'S CRYPT - A MOMENT LATER - NIGHT Buffy's POV - as she emerges from the subchamber to find SPIKE squatting at the entrance. Waiting for her.
See anything interesting? Spike has a small trickle of blood in the corner of his mouth and, something else... eyes afire; his countenance confident, swaggering, powerful. Buffy picks up on the vibe. Nervously tries to edge around him.
Spike... What have-- What's happened?
Me. Buffy turns just as DRUSILLA jabs her in the side with a CATTLE ROD-type weapon. Shocked by nine thousand volts, Buffy SPASMS and goes down, stunned.
You remember my ex, don't you, Slayer? Came back, she did. Couldn't live without me.
My boy's been feeding again... BUFFY, nearly paralyzed, looks up as Dru leans over her.
But I know what he really wants to eat. She gives Buffy another jab with the prod. Buffy spasms and loses consciousness. Spike moves in behind Drusilla.
Shall we tie her up and play with her a teensy bit first? SPIKE scrutinizes Buffy's prone form.
I'm through playing.
Oo, I like it when you're all dour and straight-to-business-like. All right, then... (eyeing Buffy) Let's put our little toy away. Back in its box. With posies and pennies for--UUUUhh! ZZAAPP! Drusilla SPASMS and collapses to the floor, revealing the cattle prod wielded by Spike.
(to himself) Bloody well through playing. ON DRU and BUFFY'S UNCONSCIOUS FORMS... BLACK OUT.
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INT. SPIKE'S CRYPT SUBCHAMBER - LATER - NIGHT CLOSE ON BUFFY'S FACE, stirring awake. WIDEN as she discovers she's suspended from the ceiling, her hands shackled above her head. The room is more illuminated than before as more torches along the wall are lit.
There she is... Still dazed, Buffy looks toward the voice and finds Spike standing before her.
Beginning to think you'd sleep the night away.
Dru... Drusilla... Spike grins, then steps aside revealing DRUSILLA, propped up against a pillar, tied up with thick rope.
Not nice to change the game in mid-play, Spike... You've taken my chair and the music hasn't stopped.
Sorry, Pet. My house, my rules.
(pouting) I think I shall be very cross with you when I'm free again. ON BUFFY, wary and confused.
What is going on?
Simple... I'm going to prove something... He steps toward her, and IN A TIGHT TWO-SHOT, brings his face in close to hers.
I love you. Buffy pinches her eyes shut, in agony, and turns away, mortified.
Oh my God... He grabs her chin and forces her to face him
Look at me! I... LOVE... you. You're all I bloody think about... Dream about... You're in my gut, my throat... I'm drowning in you, Summers. Drowning in-- THE LAUGHTER stops him from continuing. He turns to look at DRU, her head thrown back, LAUGHING her ass off.
Can do without the laugh track, Dru.
(through her laughter) But it's so funny... I knew... before you did... I knew you loved the Slayer. The pixies in my head whispered it to me... I thought they would fly away...
(to Buffy) You can't tell me there isn't anything there between you and me. I know you feel something.
It's called "revulsion." And whatever you think you're feeling... it's not love. You can't love without a soul.
Oh, we can, you know. We can love quite well... (looking at Spike bemused) If not wisely.
(to Buffy) You still don't believe. Still don't think I mean it. You want proof? How's this? HE moves to the shrine in the corner and picks up one of his souvenir STAKES, then crosses back to Drusilla.
I'm going to kill Drusilla for you. This sets Dru off on a whole new LAUGHING jag. Spike brings the stake down and presses it to Dru's chest, above her heart. Buffy looks at Spike, incredulously.
That's not going to prove anything. Except that you're a miserable, sick vampire I should've dusted a long time ago. And, hey, already there.
Don't mock this.
Go mock yourself.
This is Drusilla, girl. Do you have the slightest idea how much she means to me? He looks at Dru. They lock eyes.
This is the face of my salvation. Before Dru, I was nothing. A speck. But when she bit me, she delivered me from mediocrity. For over a century - we cut a swath through the continents, shared a bed, drank from the same vein... Now both Spike and Dru are getting a little lost in this reverie. He moves closer - starts to touch her, caress her...
A hundred years, and she never stopped surprising me... Never stopped taking me to new depths. I was a lucky bloke, to touch such a black beauty. Lucky just to stand in her light...
(moved) Tsk. Aww. Oww-- Spike presses the stake harder into Dru's chest.
(to Buffy) So you see, it means something.
Not to me. Kill her. Why do I care?
Here's why: If you don't admit that there's something there... Some tiny feeling for me... Then I'll untie Dru and let her kill you , instead.
Yes. Please. I like that game much better. As Buffy weighs her options, Spike's expression softens. He takes a gentle step toward her.
Just... Give me something... a crumb, the barest smidge... tell me someday, maybe, there's a chance... Buffy studies him for a moment, recognizing the pain this is obviously causing him. Then, with her head, she beckons Spike over. He rises and crosses to her. She beckons to him again to come even closer. He does. Then she whispers to him, intimately.
Spike... The only chance you had with me was when I was unconscious. Spike registers his disappointment. Why hadn't he thought of that? Then, his rage building, he ROARS:
GaaaAAAAAAAHHH! He angrily FLINGS the stake against the wall.
What the bleeding hell is wrong with you bloody women? What the hell does it take? Why do you bitches torture me?
Which question do you want me to answer first?
I'm at the end of my bleeding tether! I don't know why I even bother! (to Dru) It's your fault. You're to blame for all this, you know.
Am I?
Bloody right you are. If you hadn't left me for that Chaos Demon, I'd never come back here. Wouldn't have this sodding chip in my skull... (rounding on Buffy) And you... You wouldn't be able to touch me. Because this-- this thing with you -- it's wrong! I know it! Not a complete idiot! (gesturing to his heart) You think I like having you here?! Destroying everything that was me until all that's left is you in a dead shell. You say you hate it but you won't leave. What I should just do is get rid of both of you -- Burn you! Cut you into little pieces! So there won't be any more bints to cock things up for-- FWAK! And arrow hits Spike square in the back. He staggers for a moment, falls to his knees, then looks over to see HARMONY, armed with a crossbow, standing in the opening where the wall's broken through.
Oh... great! She crossed into Spike, glaring at him.
What about me, Spike? Huh? Forget about me again? The actual girlfriend? Spike looks up at her, now standing over him.
I gave you the best... bunch of months... of my life. I did everything to please you. Did you ever once think about my wants? My fantasies?
(through his pain) Um... Not as such, no. Harmony SWATS HIM upside the head with the crossbow.
Well they were... deep. And beautiful. And you should have.
(to Harm) That's right, little girl. Teach our naughty boy a lesson. Such a disappointment to all of us, he is.
Oh, so now you're all ganging up...
I thought I could change you, Spike. I thought maybe if I gave and gave and gave, you'd come around... She takes out another arrow and starts to reload the crossbow.
Maybe be a little nicer. Stop treating me like your dog. But now I see it's you! You're the dog... She starts to aim the crossbow.
Who needs to be put down-- Spike lunges at her, knocking the crossbow out of her hands. They struggle, Harmony getting in a few licks on the injured Spike. As they brawl... BUFFY and DRU watch. After a moment, they both have the same thought and look at each other. Instantly, they begin struggling with their restraints in a race to free themselves. The winner sure to exact punishment on the loser. CLOSE ON DRUSILLA'S WRISTS, as her ropes begin to give. ON BUFFY, trying to yank her chains out of the ceiling bolts. Spike is on top of Harmony on the ground.
Ow! You're on my hair! She reaches around, grabs the arrow in Spike's back and twists it. Spike HOWLS in agony. ON DRU, who, with superhuman effort, RIPS through her bindings. She's free. Buffy sees that and, anticipating Dru's attack, scans the area around her for something, anything to use against her. Too late. Dru attacks and a FIGHT ENSUES, with Buffy having only her legs free to defend herself. Much leg-lock, flipping and kicking action. After the brief battle, Dru manages to get the advantage. Harmony RIPS the arrow out of Spike's back - causing him great pain - then comes at him with it. Without looking, he elbows her in the face and she goes down. Spike turns to see: DRU choking Buffy.
Hear the pretty music? It's a dirge I think... For your funeral... (a quizzical look) But it's not here... Suddenly, she' broadsided by Spike and hits the ground hard. Spike grabs a key out of his pocket and unlocks Buffy's restraints. Dru pulls herself to her feet then turns to face BUFFY, squared off to fight, with SPIKE at her side. All three are spent and hurting from their battles. ON DRUSILLA, eyeing Spike with pity.
Poor Spike... So lost. Even I can't help you now. And with that, she slips into the wall opening and disappears. BUFFY and SPIKE stand silently for a moment, breathing hard. HARMONY appears.
And you can say goodbye to this... (pointing to her ass) 'Cause you're not gonna see it anymore. She starts to leave, then turns back.
Unless you run into me somewhere and... and it's me walking away from you. She starts to turn, then...
But even then, I'll probably just... you know, back away. And she does, backing away, into the darkness, a spiteful smile on her lips. Buffy turns to look at Spike. He looks back at her with an expression of shame, guilt... and a plea for something. Forgiveness? He opens his mouth to say something and POW! Buffy punches him hard in the face, sending him crashing into the shrine, demolishing it. ON SPIKE, lying amidst the shattered remains of his testament of slayer love, he looks up at Buffy who turns away and storms up the ladder... EXT. BUFFY'S HOUSE - LATER - NIGHT Buffy's moving up the walk. Spike's only now just caught up to her.
Buffy... She ignores him.
Come on now - stop. You can't walk away from this.
(not turning around) What part of punching you in the face did you not understand?
Se we had a fight. Not our first, love. It doesn't have to change anything- At this, Buffy turns to face him - deadly calm.
This changes everything. You're out, Spike. I want you out of this town. I want you off this planet. You don't ever come near me, my friends and family again. Ever - understand? She spins around and continues up the walk. Spike on her heels.
No. It's not that easy. We have something, Buffy. It's not pretty, but it's real. Buffy enters her house. Spike on her heels.
And there's nothing either one of us can do about it. Like it or not, I'm in your life. You can't just shut me out. He suddenly SLAMS UP against the invisible barrier at the threshold. He looks at BUFFY, who eyes him, coldly. REVERSE ANGLE ON SPIKE as she closes the door in his face, taking us into... BLACK OUT.
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