You ever have that dream where you're in a play and it's the middle of the play and you really don't know your lines? And you kinda don't know the plot?
Well, we're alone, and, we're together. I-I just wanted it to be special.
Well, y'know, we're alone ... and ... we're both ... mature younger people, and-and so ... w-we could ... I-I'm ready to ... w-with you ... [whispers] we could do that thing.
No, not going, just uh ... dramatic gesture. That's-that's pretty special.
[also stands up] Oz, I-I wanna be with you. First.
I think we should sit down again.
[They sit.]
Okay, well, don't take this the wrong way, but ... I'm not.
Are you scared? 'Cause I thought you had-
No, I-I have. But, this is different. I mean, you look great, y'know, and you got the Barry workin' for ya, and-and it's all ... good. But when it happens I want it to be because we both need it to, for the same reason. You don't have to prove anything to me.
I just wanted you to know.
I know. I get the message.
[They kiss]
I bet half the kids down there are already awake. Lying in their beds. Sneaking downstairs. Waiting for day.
Angel, please. I need you to get inside. There's only a few minutes left.
I know. I can smell the sunrise long before it comes.
I don't have time to explain this. You just have to trust me. That thing that was haunting you--
It wasn't haunting me. It was showing me.
And ever shall be. I wanted to know why I was back. Now I do.
You don't know. Some great evil takes credit for bringing you back and you buy it? You just give up?
I can't do it again, Buffy. I can't become a killer.
Angel, please, you have to get inside.
It told me to kill you. You were in the dream, you know. It told me to lose my soul in you and become a monster again.
I know what it told you, what does it matter?
[yelling] Because I wanted to! Because I want you so badly. I want to take comfort in you, and I know it'll cost me my soul, and a part of me doesn't care. Look, I'm weak. I've never been anything else. It's not the demon that needs killing, Buffy. It's the man.
You're weak. Everybody is. Everybody fails. Maybe this evil did bring you back, but if it did, it's because it needs you. And that means you can hurt it. Angel, you have the power to do real good, to make amends. But if you die now, then all that you ever were was a monster. [Angel does not respond] Angel, please, the sun is coming up.
Do you think this is simple? You think there's an easy answer? You can never understand what I've done. Now go.
You are not staying here. I won't let you!
I said leave! Oh, my God.
[they struggle] Am I a thing worth saving, huh? Am I a righteous man? The world wants me gone.
What about me? I love you so much. And I tried to make you go away. I killed you and it didn't help. And I hate it! I hate that it's so hard. And that you can hurt me so much. I know everything that you did, because you did it to me. Oh, God. I wish that I wished you dead. I don't. [whispers] I can't.
Buffy, please. Just this once. Let me be strong.
Strong is fighting. It's hard, and it's painful, and it's every day. It's what we have to do. And we can do it together. But if you're too much of a coward for that, then burn. If I can't convince you that you belong in this world, then I don't know what can. But do not expect me to watch. And don't expect me to mourn for you, because--
[Snow falls, blocking the sunlight.]
RMrs. Rosenberg
You're upset, I hear you ...
No, Ma, hear this! I'm a rebel! I'm having a rebellion!
RMrs. Rosenberg
Oh, Willow, honey, you don't need to act out like this to prove your specialness!
Mom, I'm not acting out, I'm a witch! I can make pencils float! And I can summon the four elements! Okay, two, but four soon. And I'm dating a musician!
RMrs. Rosenberg
Oh, Willow.
I worship Beelzebub. I do his biddings! Do you see any goats around? No! 'Cause I sacrificed them!
RMrs. Rosenberg
Willow, please...
RMrs. Rosenberg
I'm not listening to this.
Prince of Night, I summon you! Come fill me with your black, naughty evil!
[Angel finds Buffy during patrol.]
I'm all right. I think I'm better than you right now. [indicates playground shrine] I heard about this. People are talking. People are even talking to me.
It's strange. People die in Sunnydale all the time. I've never seen anything like this.
They were children. Innocent. It makes a difference.
And Mr. Sanderson from the bank had it coming? My mom said some things to me about being the Slayer. That it's fruitless. No fruit for Buffy.
Is she? Is Sunnydale any better than when I first came here? Okay, so I battle evil. But I don't really win. The bad just keeps coming back... and getting stronger. Like the kid in the story, the boy that stuck his finger in the duck.
Dike. [Buffy looks at him.] It's another word for dam.
Oh. Okay, that story makes a lot more sense now.
Buffy, you know there's still things I'm trying to figure out. There's a lot I don't understand. But I do know it's important to keep fighting. I learned that from you.
Never will. That's not why we fight. We do it because there's things worth fighting for.
Uh, wait, wait a minute. Uh... Uh, there is a fringe theory held by a few folklorists that some regional stories have actual, um, very literal antecedents.
And in some language that's English?
Hans and Gre... Hansel and Gretel?
Wait. Hansel and Gretel? Breadcrumbs, ovens, gingerbread house?
Of course! Well, it makes sense now.
Yeah, it's all falling into place. Of course that place is nowhere near this place.
Some demons thrive by fostering hatred and, and, uh, persecution amongst the mortal animals. Not by, not by destroying men, but by watching men destroy each other. Now, they feed us our darkest fear and turn peaceful communities into vigilantes.
Hansel and Gretel run home to tell everyone about the mean old witch.
And then she and probably dozens of others are persecuted by a righteous mob. It's happened all throughout history. It happened in Salem, not surprisingly.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. I'm still spinning on this whole fairy tales are real thing.
I don't know about you, but I'm gonna go trade my cow in for some beans ... [silence] No one else is seeing the funny here.
I came by to tell Buffy to stop all of this craziness and found you all unconscious ... again. How many times have you been knocked out, anyway? I swear, one of these times, you're gonna wake up in a coma.
Wake up in a c... ? Oh, never mind. We need to save Buffy from Hansel and Gretel.
Now, let's be clear. The brain damage happened before I hit you.
How can I convince you people that it's over? You assume because I am here, she is here. That I somehow mysteriously know where she is.
[points] Those her books?
Yeah, she's in the bathroom. [Buffy nods] But the fact that I know that doesn't change that I have a genuine complaint here. Look, I'm getting sick of the judgement. The innuendos. Is a man not innocent until proven guilty?
You are guilty. You got illicit smoochies. Gonna have to pay the price.
But I'm talking about the future guilt. Look, everyone expects me to mess up again. Like Oz. I see how he is around me. You know, that steely gaze, that pointed silence.
'Cause he's usually such a chatterbox.
No but it's different now. It's more a verbal non-verbal. He speaks volumes with his eyes.
Your mom doesn't mind us doing this in the house?
Yeah, sort of. She's doing that selective memory thing your mom used to be so good at.
No. She remembered the part where I said I was dating a musician. Oz has to come for dinner next week. So, that's sort of like taking an interest.
Okay, should we try this again?
Let's do it. I think we got the mix of herbs right this time.
Diana, Hecate, I hereby license thee to depart. Goddess of creatures great and small, I conjure thee to withdraw.
[Silence.]
Maybe we should get her one of those wheel thingies.
You know, maybe we're on the wrong track with the whole spell, curse and whammy thing. Maybe what we should be looking for is something like... Slayer kryptonite.
Faulty metaphor. Kryptonite kills.
You're assuming I was talking about the green kryptonite. I was referring, of course, to the red kryptonite, which drains Superman of all his powers.
Wrong. The gold kryptonite's the power-sucker. The red kryptonite mutates Superman into some sort of weird --
[Angel gives Buffy a book for her birthday.]
It's sweet and thoughtful, and full of neat words to learn and say like "wilt" and "henceforth."
Then why'd you seem more excited last year when you got a severed arm in a box?
I'm sorry ... it's just, suddenly there's a chance that my calling's a wrong number ... it's just freaking me out a little.
Before I was the Slayer I was ... Well, I- I don't wanna say shallow, but let's say a certain person, who will remain nameless, we'll just call her "Spordelia," looked like a classical philosopher next to me. Angel, if I'm not the slayer, what do I do? What do I have to offer? Why would you like me?
I saw you before you became the slayer.
I watched you, I saw you called, it was a bright afternoon out in front of your school. You walked down the steps and ... I loved you.
Because I could see your heart. You held it before you for everyone to see, and I was worried that it would get bruised or torn. And more than anything in my life, I wanted to keep it safe. To warm it with my own.
That's beautiful ... Or, taken literally, incredibly gross.
I was just thinking that too.
TTravers
Congratulations, you passed. You exhibited extraordinary courage and clearheadedness in battle. The Council is very pleased.
TTravers
I understand that you're upset...
You understand nothing. You set that monster loose and he came after my mother.
TTravers
You think the test was unfair?
I think you better leave town before I get my strength back.
TTravers
We're not in the business of fair, Miss Summers. We're fighting a war.
You're waging a war. She's fighting it. There is a difference.
TTravers
Mr. Giles, if you don't mind...
The test is done. We're finished.
TTravers
Not quite. She passed. You didn't. The Slayer is not the only one who must perform in this situation. I've recommended to the Council, and they've agreed, that you be relieved of your duties as Watcher immediately. You're fired.
TTravers
Your affection for your charge has rendered you incapable of clear and impartial judgment. You have a father's love for the child, and that is useless to the cause. It would be best if you had no further contact with the Slayer.
TTravers
No, well, I didn't expect you would adhere to that. However, if you interfere with the new Watcher or countermand his authority in anyway, you will be dealt with. Are we clear?
TTravers
Congratulations again.
TTravers
Yes. Well, colorful girl.
