I love you. I don't know if I trust you.
Maybe you shouldn't do either.
Maybe I'm the one who should decide!
I did a lot of unconscionable things when I became a vampire. Drusilla was the worst. She was ... an obsession of mine. She was pure, and sweet, and chaste.
And you made her a vampire.
First I made her insane. Killed everybody she loved. Visited every mental torture on her I could devise. She eventually fled to a convent, and on the day she took her holy orders, I turned her into a demon.
Well. I asked for the truth.
I believe that's called growing up.
Then I'd like to stop, okay?
(Ford rises from the ground and attacks Buffy, she stakes him)
What do you want me to say?
Yes, it's terribly simple. The good guys are always stalwart and true, the bad guys are easily distinguished by their pointy horns or black hats, and, uh, we always defeat them and save the day. No one ever dies, and everybody lives happily ever after.
JJames
Come on, Mom. She's always late.
JJames
No. My mom's just supposed to pick me up, is all.
Do you want me to walk you home?
My mummy used to sing me to sleep at night. [singing] Run and catch, the lamb is caught in the blackberry patch. She had the sweetest voice. What will your mummy sing when they find your body?
JJames
I'm not supposed to talk to people.
Oh. Well, I'm not a person, see, so that's just--
Do you remember the song Mummy used to sing me? Pretty.
Drusilla, leave here. I'm offering you that chance. Take Spike and get out.
Or you'll hurt me? No. No, you can't. Not anymore.
If you don't leave, it'll go badly. For all of us.
My dear boy's gone all away, hasn't he? To her.
The girl. The Slayer. Your heart stinks of her. Poor little thing. She has no idea what's in store.
This can't go on, Drusilla. It's got to end.
Oh, no, my pet. This is just the beginning.
FFord
I'm sorry, Summers. Did I screw up your righteous anger riff? Does the nest of tumors liquefying my brain kinda spoil the fun?
I'm sorry. I had no idea. But what you're doing is still very wrong.
FFord
Okay, well, you try vomiting for twenty-four hours straight because the pain in your head is so intense, and then we'll discuss the concept of right and wrong. These people are sheep. They're wanna be vampires 'cause they're lonely, miserable or bored. I don't have a choice.
You have a choice. You don't have a good choice, but you have a choice. You're opting for mass murder here, and nothing you say is gonna make that okay.
FFord
You think I need to justify myself to you?
I think this is all part of your little fantasy drama. Isn't this exactly how you imagined it? You tell me how you've suffered and I feel sorry for you. Well, I do feel sorry for you, and if those vampires come in here and start feeding, I'll kill you myself.
FFord
You know what, Summers? I really did miss you.
Ford, help me stop this. Please. People, listen to me! This is not the mothership, people! This is ugly death come to play--
I don't know what I'm supposed to say.
You needn't say anything.
It'd be simpler if I could just hate him. I think he wanted me to. I think it made it easier for him to be the villain of the piece. Really, he was just scared.
Nothing's ever simple anymore. I'm constantly trying to work it out. Who to love or hate. Who to trust. And it's just, like, the more I know the more confused I get.
I believe that's called growing up.
I'd like to stop then, okay?
[Ford rises from the ground and attacks Buffy, she stakes him]
What do you want me to say?
Yes, it's terribly simple. The good guys are always stalwart and true. The bad guys are easily distinguished by their pointy horns or black hats. And, uh, we always defeat them and save the day. No one ever dies, and everybody lives happily ever after.
This isn't right, school on a Saturday. It throws off my internal clock.
When are we gonna need computers for real life, anyway?
Hmm. Let's see. There's home, school, work, games.
You know, computers are on their way out. I think paper's gonna make a big comeback.
Yeah, you know, you don't see enough abaci. [scoffs]
Alright, guys, the first thing we're gonna do is... Buffy.
Huh? Did I fall asleep already?
Aw, you miss your friends?
Sit here, Buffs. Demilitarize the zone between me and Cordelia.
Yeah, and delouse him while you're at it.
Actually, I wanted to talk to you for a second.
Is there some crisis that requires instant action, very far from here?
Well, he's all right, isn't he?
I don't know. He didn't show up when he was supposed to last night, and then, when I went over to his place, he was acting... well, very anti-Giles. He wouldn't let me in, and he looked really bad. I think he might have been... I think he was drinking.
He was home alone drinking?
Yup. Yup, I knew this would happen. Nobody can be would as straight and narrow as Giles without a dark side erupting. My uncle Rory was the stodgiest taxidermist you've ever met by day. By night it was booze, whores and fur flying. Were there whores?
So, none of you guys have noticed anything different lately?
You haven't seem anything weird?
No, he seemed perfectly normal yesterday when I saw him talking to the police.
And you waited till now to tell us this because...?
I didn't think it was important.
We understand. It wasn't about you.
What were the police talking to him about?
Oh, don't tell me I know this one. Um... Something about, a homicide.
That's it. I'm calling him right now.
