| ACT THREE FADE IN EXT. KENNEDY'S PLACE - DAY Willow walks down the hallway and stops at a door. WILLOW You can do this. Why the apprehension? It's just a talk that involves the moving of mouths and creation of sounds into words. Simple, easy, uncomplicated, facile. Yeah, I've never broken up with anyone, but get-- (pause) --breaking up? Am I ending this relationship? (thinking) No, I'm not. Am I? (thinking) No! I think...maybe...probably. She's good to me and cares abundantly about me and almost worships the spell-book I read from. (pause) That's not enough though. I... (pause) ...am not finished with her. I guess. Willow SIGHS and shakes her head. She KNOCKS on the door. No answer. She waits a moment before KNOCKING again. No answer. WILLOW (loudly; as she knocks) Kennedy. Kennedy, it's me. (pause) I'm naked. The door across the hall CREAKS open and a PERVERT peers out. Willow notices. WILLOW Perv! DORK Can you blame me? Willow begins to object, but agrees. Willow turns back and BANGS on the door. No answer. Willow hangs her head. CUT TO: INT. GILES' PLACE - DAY Giles, Faith, and Xander sit at a table, books laid out. GILES There are reports circulating demons have been the targets of torture. Brutal, merciless, gruesome. XANDER Where did these reports get reported? The New York Times, Hellmouth Edition? GILES Neither of you have picked up on such occurrences? XANDER Sorry, none of those slug monsters I have lunch with mentioned anything. FAITH My eyes and ears got zip. GILES What about Buffy? FAITH B wouldn't recognize torture if she was bein' tortured. XANDER (to Faith) You could teach her the basics. Starting with S and M--videotape the sessions and store the tapes in an easily accessible drawer...we all gotta learn sometime. Just sayin'. Faith smirks like a goof and then actually looks intrigued by the idea. Giles removes his glasses and pinches the bridge of his nose. Anya, out of breath, approaches. GILES (to Anya) Etiquette dictates ringing the bell when arriving at a home that doesn't belong to you. ANYA Serves you right for keeping the door unlocked. GILES Yes it does. ANYA (to Xander) Dinner is in the process of being made and will be finished very soon. XANDER You couldn't use the phone for that announcement? ANYA I thought we could walk home and discuss a few important topics dealing with our relationship. You know, OUR RELATIONSHIP? That thing you are pissing on with your callousness! XANDER Anya, honey, this is neither the time nor the place nor the attitude to have this conversation. ANYA You think I care about their presence? Pfft! Xander stands and promptly drags Anya to the front door. XANDER We will have the talk--really. But not now. ANYA What are you waiting for? You want me to beg? Physically worship you like a God? Cook for you every day? XANDER I just want you to wait until I'm ready. I'm not ready, so you will wait. You will wait until I am damn good and ready! ANYA You are a monumental prick. I have professed my love and devotion to you and this how you respond--by putting me on a waiting list of priorities. I've acknowledged my mistakes...I will not sit back and accept yours free and clear. XANDER Nothing can be done MY way--can it? Always have to lay down for you. ANYA Whatever. (looking down) Are those your keys? Xander bows his head to look. Anya opens the door right into Xander's head knocking him to the floor. ANYA Dinner will be eaten without you. Anya stomps out. She slams the door against Xander one more time before leaving. Xander GROANS and lies stone-still on the floor. CUT TO: INT. SUMMERS HOUSE - DAY Buffy and Willow sit in Buffy's room with spell materials. WILLOW Should I be worried? Kennedy has a propensity for hovering over me, and, as you can see, no Kennedy. BUFFY Unless she's invisible. (mock chiding) Willow, did you perform some literal magic during sex again? I thought we talked about that kind of kink. WILLOW That has nothing to do with it. The last time I got my wicca groove on was weeks ago. BUFFY She can take care of herself. But, if it'll make you feel better, I'll take some initiative and look for her. WILLOW (hopefully) And talk to her? I'm not finished with her yet--and I honestly don't want to be at all. BUFFY To secure your happiness--anything. Willow smiles appreciatively. Faith appears in the doorway. FAITH What's the what?. The girls turn to look at Faith. WILLOW Just fiddling with spells. BUFFY For our safety and yours, please stay where you are. FAITH (darkly; to Buffy) Can we talk? BUFFY Sure. (to Willow) Wills, can you do a spell to see if hell froze over? Willow rubs her eyes. Buffy gets up and passes Faith into the hallway. Faith shuts the door. BUFFY Hey, how about a party to celebrate this TALK we're about to have? But, please, no details on what you'd do to my asshole with your tongue. FAITH Demons all over town are gettin' tortured--ain't sayin' who's doin' it though. Got somethin' you wanna tell me? BUFFY Oh there's plenty--but I really don't know anything about torture-- that's more your area of expertise. FAITH Liar! I thought it was an abberation--you wantin' to do that to those vamps the other day. I thought maybe you were just lightening up on the whole slayer thing--you can do the job with flare and style...but this goes way beyond you B. BUFFY Exactly what proof do you have I'm doing anything behind your back? Where would I find the time? Remember, I have a life. FAITH Yeah, I know, that fact somehow ends up in my face almost as often as you open that lipstick-covered trap of yours. (beat) Torture is not you B. BUFFY Don't pretend to know me. You may have an idea of who I am--an idealized version that everyone wants to share--but if you want the real me, then ASK! You want to get inside me, look me in the eyes and say so. And keep the fucking morality trips centered around your inner healing process...I do not get lectured. FAITH You just give 'em. BUFFY How much more can I say it? All I wanna do is listen. Buffy and Faith gaze strongly at each other for a moment. Buffy breaks it and walks back into her bedroom leaving Faith alone. CUT TO: INT. SECRET CRYPT - NIGHT Drusilla puts down scissors and picks up a small, RED wig. She walks over to the bed where the doll from earlier sits. The doll now sports a plaid skirt, high white socks, black shoes, a sweater, and a wand in one hand. Drusilla fits the wig over the doll's head. DRUSILLA Yes...just like the real thing. So pretty--so sweet--so my future pet. Drusilla blows the doll a kiss. Off the freaky doll: CUT TO: INT. SUNNYDALE HIGH, GYM - DAY Elle relaxes on the bleachers--in her gym outfit--conversing with KIT. ELLE Today's music has no redeeming entertainment value whatsoever. Except The Strokes. They're first- rate classical-style punk rock. KIT The mainstream is calling you back to the real world. Terms like "classical", "punk", and "rock" are poisonous. ELLE If you mean poisonous to swamp- headed, talentless-loving simpletons, then more power to ya sister! KIT I take objectionable exception to that, and I'll enumerate the reasons why. Kit keeps talking, but Elle's not listening. Instead, her eyes capture a sight that shell-shocks her: Dawn entering the gym wearing an ultra-tight t-shirt that accentuates her figure generously. It's so tight and smallish on her, she has to tug on it to stay covered. Dawn spots Elle and heads over. Elle's eyes stick to Dawn's chest. DAWN Hey. ELLE (breathy) Hi. KIT Christ--nobody fucking told me it was "bring your own volleyballs" day. DAWN (sheepishly) Laundry's backed up. KIT Seriously Dawn--you should be getting laid on a regular basis. DAWN My legs have common sense--so they remain shut. KIT I'm no expert, but you're missing out on primo exercise with that body. And with that supernatural, freaky-deaky thing you got going... DAWN Lay off the gummy bears. (to Elle) What do you think? Elle comes out of her daze--somewhat. ELLE Huh? DAWN Are you okay? ELLE Um, I'm a little dizzy. I'm--um... Elle runs off and through a door. Dawn and Kit share a curious look. CUT TO: INT. BATHROOM - CONTINUOUS Elle rushes in and immediately hits up the sink for some water. She splashes it on her face, rubs her eyes, and cradles her head. CUT TO: INT. SUMMERS HOUSE - EVENING Buffy hauls a weapons bag. Faith timidly enters. FAITH How 'bout dinner? I can make my patented spaghetti--sans jelly monster this time. BUFFY Sounds delicious, despite the nauseating visuals. Unfortunately, I've got duties to fulfill. FAITH Understood. By understood, I mean I can read between the lines. BUFFY Excuse me, I'll need a moment to get over the stunning revelation that you can read. FAITH All right Poor Man's Tara Reid, let's go. BUFFY (pissed) Oh no you did not just say that. FAITH I did...and she's prettier than you! Buffy attacks Faith and they have a relatively harmless exchange until Faith sweeps Buffy to the ground. Buffy kicks Faith's legs out from under her and she hits the ground on top of Buffy. They scramble for a moment before Buffy settles on top. BUFFY You have to be a bitch and a half. I could easily say Jordana Brewster is your superior counterpart, but I won't and never will because I think you're the most beautiful person in the universe. I won't even SAY otherwise. (shouting) Get back here Willow. Willow sheepishly enters the living room. WILLOW I can go to Kennedy's alone. You've got better--or at least more important--things to take care of. BUFFY No, I'm going. Let me hammer that into my sweetness' head. FAITH Go. I can find the fun without you any day of the week. BUFFY It's not the fun I want you to give me. FAITH All that other shit is so miserable and disgusting. Why you-- BUFFY --because that's what you do when you really care about someone. You share the good times and feelings-- of course, it's not worth it without the good stuff...but you can share good times with anyone, stranger or best friend, not much of a difference. The bad stuff is what counts because you can't do that with just anyone--that's for the special people in your life, the ones you love and trust--and who love and trust you. I want to be that special person to you--I sure as hell have never wanted anyone to be that special to me than I do you. Faith turns her head, hiding the tears she blinks back. Buffy leans down and kisses Faith softly on the cheek, then gets up and goes over to Willow. BUFFY (to Willow) Ready? WILLOW Are you sure? BUFFY It's okay. (to Faith) We're going to look for Kennedy. See ya later? FAITH (inaudibly) Yeah. Buffy and Willow leave. Once the door SHUTS, Faith begins SOBBING. CUT TO: INT. DEAN HOUSE - NIGHT Dawn and Elle sit on the living room floor with notebooks. DAWN Freaked me out earlier...on a purely minimal scale. Wasn't on the verge of a stroke. ELLE Don't know what brought it on. Guess it was just one of those episodes. DAWN Yeah. Volleyball gives me migraines, not dizzy spells. I believe the prescribed treatment is sitting on the bleachers talking to friends. ELLE I can't even stomach that. Kit's right though--you should be screwing the guys in every way possible. DAWN Coulda. I coulda. Would shoulda? Nuh uh. I'm no expert, but there's more to romance than "wham bam thank you ma'am". ELLE My intentionally weak argument for your promiscuity is officially dead. (beat) Your tits looked fantastic in that shirt. Elle peers up through her eyelashes. Dawn grins saucily. DAWN Your ass is bitchin' in those pants. Dawn and Elle gaze deeply at each other. They break out into GIGGLES. ELLE Whoa! DAWN Second that. (beat) You sure you wanna do this? We can go another night. ELLE Totally sure. Gotta happen eventually. Dino enters with a shotgun. DINO Ladies--goin' huntin'. The girls stare derisively. DINO You mock with your eyes, so I will remind you I can break your necks with one hand. One hand on one head, another on the other--twist, snap, your dead...I'm alone in the house meaning dude's paradise and Buffy and Willow get their house to themselves meaning constant girl- on-girl action. The girls are now dumbfounded. Dino's eyes dart around the room. He nods with his gun and exits. The girls' eyes meet. DAWN Our siblings are older and stronger...that's it. It's sad. Ready? Elle flips her notebook over her shoulder and jumps to her feet. CUT TO: EXT. PARK - NIGHT Dawn and Elle, bags in hand, sneak over to the swings. Dawn opens the hatch. ELLE Secret passage--nice touch. DAWN Let's get one thing straight--I care about you too much, so if you get turned into a vampire, I won't kill you. Unless, of course, you sleep with my sister...then it's a staking. Elle's half-amused, half-scared. CUT TO: EXT. RESTFIELD - NIGHT Faith flails her arms, unleashing silent frustration on the air. FAITH For fuck's sake--I'm such a sap-- fallin' for that kick. What am I supposed to do? It's HER kick. Love...I never hated somethin' so much in my entire life! Faith charges forward, but slows down at the sound of TEARS. Faith moves closer and into her line of vision appears a pair of legs...the owner not noticeable as the person sits against a tombstone. Faith tip-toes into position, then leaps forward, hand-springs off the tombstone and lands in a fighting stance in front of... FAITH Spike? Spike's head shoots up and his hands just as fast wipe at his eyes. Faith loosens up and Spike leaps to his feet. SPIKE How much? FAITH How much what? How much HILARITY do I find in this situation? Enough to laugh myself into a fresh grave. SPIKE I'm talking bribe babe. Name your price and it's yours--in exchange for your silence. FAITH Sounds fair. I'm thinkin' I kill you, then keep it to myself. SPIKE Hell, that's better than being called a nancy-boy. All right, go ahead, end my misery. Spike shuts his eyes and opens his arms, giving Faith a clear shot at his chest. Faith is disturbed. FAITH Fuck you, I work for my kills you pathetic nancy-boy. SPIKE What is it about you slayers? Bimbo's bloodlust has her ready to pounce and punish with impunity and here you are--the malicious one-- giving me a pass. FAITH Whoa whoa whoa--you're gonna die...no arguments on that front. I just wanna feel like my life is in danger first. SPIKE Greedy raven-wench. Can't do a bloke a simple favor. You know, none of this would be necessary if Dru hadn't dumped me again. FAITH Again? She's done this before? SPIKE I'm losing count. She's still in town--that I know...and her eyes have taken to someone. The gorgeous maniac is up to something. Faith's eyes eyes narrow. CUT TO: EXT/INT. KENNEDY'S PLACE - NIGHT Willow KNOCKS on the door. After a moment, it flies open with no one behind it. Willow's ill at ease, but that doesn't stop her from entering the apartment--cautiously. She gets in a few feet before the door SLAMS shut. That turns Willow around to the door, but there's no one there. She's freaked now and frantically searches for a way out. The door and windows won't open. Close on Willow as she stops at a mirror. She shakes her head, full of fear. She looks at the mirror, then turns around and is startled. Pull back to reveal Drusilla hovering dangerously over Willow. DRUSILLA Do not be too afraid--I want to be your friend. WILLOW Wow, that just might be the dumbest thing I have ever heard in my life. Please let me live longer so I can hear more dumb things. DRUSILLA You're so pretty--blood-red hair and flush skin with that flawless mix of innocence and knavery. WILLOW You've firmly established yourself in bonkers. (looking around) Did you do something to Kennedy? DRUSILLA Escorted her to my residence. She's waiting for you. WILLOW Oh, like I'd really go anywhere with you. Insanity is your state of mind--mine is clear and sensible. Drusilla sneers, grabs Willow by the shirt, and headbutts her. Willow lolls unconscious. Drusilla admires her unsuspecting captive. She leans down and unceremoniously licks Willows lips. Once finished, Drusilla GIGGLES in demented delight. END ACT THREE |
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