[Buffy confronts Faith about killing Deputy Mayor Allan Finch (whom she thought was a vampire)]
Faith, you can shut off all the emotions that you want. But eventually, they're gonna find a body.
Okay, this is the last time we're gonna have this conversation, and we're not even having it now, you understand me? There is no body. I took it, weighted it, and dumped it. The body doesn't exist.
Getting rid of the evidence doesn't make the problem go away.
Faith, you don't get it - you killed a man.
No, you don't get it - I don't care!
Of course, training procedures have been updated quite a bit since your day. Much greater empasis on field work.
Oh, yes. Not all books and theory nowadays. I have, in fact, faced two vampires myself. Under controlled circumstances, of course.
No danger of finding those here.
Controlled circumstances. Hello, Buffy.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce. It's very nice to meet you.
Oh, yes. Gwendolyn Post. We all heard. No, Mr. Giles has checked my credentials, rather thoroughly, and phoned the Council, but I'm glad to see you're on the ball as well. A good Slayer is a cautious Slayer.
Not in the strictest sense.
Well, I'm glad that's cleared up. As I'm sure none of us is anxious to waste any time of pleasantries, why don't you tell me everything about last night's patrol.
Anything else you could tell me?
Uh... one of them had swords. I-I don't think he was with the other two.
Swords? Swords... One long, one short?
Mmm. Both pointy. With, like, jewels and things.
15th-century duelist cult, deadly in that day. Their numbers dwindled in later centuries due to an increase in anti-vampire activity, and a lot of pointless dueling. They eventually became the acolytes of a demon called Balthazar, who brought them to the New World, specifically here.
You seem to know a lot about them.
I didn't get this job because of my looks.
I really, really believe that.
I've researched this town's history extensively.
So why have we not seen them before this?
They were driven out a hundred years ago. Happily, Balthazar was killed. I don't know by whom.
And they're back 'cause...
Balthazar had an amulet purported to give him strength. When he was killed, it was taken by a wealthy landowner named... I don't want to bore you with the details.
Named Gleaves. It was buried with him, and I believe the few remaining Eliminati are probably looking for it. For sentimental value.
And you don't think that this amulet poses any threat?
Oh, no, not at all. Nonetheless, we may as well keep it from them. Buffy, you will go to the Gleaves family crypt tonight and fetch the amulet.
Are you not used to being given orders?
Whenever Giles sends me on a mission, he always says please. And afterwards I get a cookie.
I don't feel we're getting off on quite the right foot. Ah. This is, perhaps, Faith.
BGBuffy, Giles
New Watcher.
Screw that. [she turns and leaves]
Now, why didn't I just say that?
I'll see if I can get her back. Don't say anything incredibly interesting while I'm gone.
[Cordelia Chase makes an entrance, flirts with Wesley, then leaves.]
My. She's cheeky, isn't she?
Uh, first word: jail; second word: bait.
I missed the mark last night and I'm sorry about the guy, I really am! But it happens! Anyways, how many people do you think we've saved by now? Thousands? And didn't you stop the world from ending? Because in my book, that puts you and me in the plus column.
We help people! It doesn't mean we can do whatever we want.
Why not? The guy I offed was no Gandhi. I mean, we just saw he was mixed up in dirty dealings.
Maybe, but what if he was coming to us for help?
What if he was? You're still not seeing the big picture, B. Something made us different. We're warriors. We're built to kill.
To kill demons! But it does not mean that we get to pass judgment on people like we're better than everybody else!
You know how some people hate to say I told you so? Not me. I told you so. Angel's back in the really bad sense, and um, I told you so.
Angelus has turned? Xander, this is terribly serious. Are you sure?
Gee, let me think. Kind of hard to tell. Last thing I remember was his fist.
We must contact Giles immediately.
Good thinking. Let's waste time with a lively debate. Leave Buffy alone, and see how dead she gets.
Slow down, Xander. This isn't Wesley's fault.
Actually, it is. Faith was your responsibility. Guess who's Angel's new playmate?
Faith and Angel? Together?
Imagine the possibilities.
[after Buffy begins to hear people's thoughts]
And Buffy, be careful with this gift. A lot of things that seem strong and good and powerful, they can be painful.
Like, say... immortality?
Exactly. I'm dying to get rid of that.
[deadpan] I'm a funny guy.
[voice over] I am my thoughts. If they exist in her, Buffy contains everything that is me and she becomes me. I cease to exist. [out loud] Hmm.
[voice over] What am I gonna do? I think about sex all the time! Sex! Help! Four times five is 30. Five times six is 32. Naked girls. Naked women! And naked Buffy! Oh, stop me!
God, Xander! Is that all you think about?
Actually... bye. [bolts from the library]
