Buffy leads Xander and Anya out of the woods. Moving with uninterrupted urgency, they pass through the trees, heading their way out of the woods, away frown the murder scene...
BUFFY
Come on. We have to keep moving.
XANDER
I think I'm gonna be sick.
ANYA
Again?
Xander stops, steadying himself against a tree, fighting against getting light-headed. Buffy stops, heads back to him, speaks gently if urgently:
BUFFY
Xander, we don't have time.
XANDER
I know, it's just - what happened back there, the sounds of it. The smell ...
BUFFY
I know.
XANDER
(shaken)
Willow did that.
BUFFY
That's why we have to move.
Buffy places a hand on Xander's shoulder, but it's her eye contact which steadies him. He nods. The move on. They talk as they move - faster, now.
BUFFY (cont'd)
You heard what she said. "One down."
ANYA
So we're thinking 'two to go'. Jonathan. And, whatsisface, the other guy.
BUFFY
Andrew. Both of them are just sitting in the county jail without a clue Willow's coming.
XANDER
You don't think she's gonna kill them too? She wouldn't. (unsure) There's no good reason.
BUFFY
Will's got an addictive personality, and she's just tasted blood. (beat) She could be there already.
ANYA
No she couldn't. A witch at her level? She could only go airborne. It's a thing. Very flashy, impresses the locals, but it does take longer.
XANDER
Longer than what?
ANYA
Teleporting.
And with that, Anya TELEPORTS out of sight in a swirl of mystical energies. Leaving Xander and Buffy behind.
XANDER
Right, Vengeance Demon. How could I... at least she'll get there first.
BUFFY
And I'm counting the ways that could go wrong.
XANDER
Anya can handle herself.
BUFFY
Against Willow - tonight - don't be too sure.
XANDER
She's got to come down sometime, doesn't she? I mean back there she was out of her head – running on grief and Magicks.
BUFFY
Doesn't matter - Willow just killed somebody. Killing changes you. Believe me: I know.
XANDER
Warren was a stone cold killer of women just getting warmed up. You ask me? Bastard had it coming.
BUFFY
Maybe. Jonathan and Andrew don't.
Xander gets quiet, thinks a beat, then:
XANDER
This is still Willow we're dealing with, right?
BUFFY
I hope so. I mean, I want to believe that as much as you do, but whatever she's going through,
we gotta stop her. And maybe we can if we get to your...
They reach the clearing. And come upon Xander's CAR, parked on the edge of the woods. They all stop short. P.O.V. shot of the car reveals: it's a WRECK. Hood up, steam pouring out, tires flat, windows spider webbed.
BUFFY (cont'd)
... car.
XANDER
Willow...
BUFFY
Looks like she wants to finish the job without us tagging along. Meet me at the jail.
XANDER
Sure, but how are you gonna...
And without wasting another word, Buffy takes off RUNNING. We see her from Xander's P.O.V. She moves like an animal, hitting close to forty miles an hour, and leaping over a felled tree (thanks to an air-ram) without breaking stride. She is gone.
Xander stands behind, alone, looking helpless.
XANDER (cont'd)
Okay, then, I'll just... catch up. She's only my best friend, you know. No big deal, just...
And Xander just trails off, not even trying for the self-deprecating funny anymore. He glares at the long road ahead of him. And suddenly PUNCHES the car in frustration. It hurts. He grimaces, rubs his hand.
XANDER (cont'd)...Glad I can help.
Jonathan stands wearily propped up against the cell bars, looking out forlornly into the depressing hallway. Behind him we see Andrew, animatedly distracted, examining parts of his own body (hair, teeth, fingernails) methodically. He stops, as if listening.
ANDREW
Dude. Move like, a foot to your left.
JONATHAN
What for?
ANDREW
I'm trying to hear something.
JONATHAN
Like what?
Andrew looks around to make sure no one's listening, then harshly whispers:
ANDREW
Signals -
JONATHAN
Oh for crying out loud. Signals? Who from, your probe-happy alien friends? Say - maybe we can trade in some cigarettes for tin foil - make you a nice antenna hat...
ANDREW
Laugh it up, Fuzzball. I figured it out. Warren never abandoned us. Well, not me, anyway. (checking body) This is like his test. If we can just figure out how he's communicating with us, we'll be, you know, worthy.
JONATHAN
You're checking for implants?
ANDREW
(defensive) Lex Luthor had a false epidermis escape kit in Superman versus the Amazing Spider-Man Treasury edition ...
JONATHAN
Okay, first of all, those were sonic disrupters and second of all ...you are sadness personified. Waiting for Warren? Yeah, maybe he'll bust us out of here on Santa's magic sleigh.
Andrew stops checking himself, offended.
ANDREW
I'm telling him you said that.
JONATHAN
Why wait - I'll tell him myself.
Jonathan jerks Andrew's elbow toward him like a microphone and speaks into it.
JONATHAN (cont'd)
Come in, Warren, do you read me, your girlfriend's pathetic, over.
Andrew jerks his arm away, pissed. This could get violent.
ANDREW
Shut up, Jerk-athan! See this? This is why we get the jet packs and all you get is left behind.
JONATHAN
So you admit it.
ANDREW
Why not? You were out of the Trio a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away and you know why, little feller? (intense) No respect for the chain of command.
JONATHAN
Yeah, look how far it got you. Checking every hole in your sad little body for transmitters that don't exist.
ANDREW
Oh I'll find it if I have to check every hole in my body and yours.
Andrew grabs Jonathan.
JONATHAN
Get off!
ANDREW
Make me!
Jonathan shoves him back. They glare at one another, across the cell, about to attack - they LUNGE at one another, but both get blown back up against the cell walls as Anya teleports into the center of the cell. Smoke dissipates. The boys stare, aghast.
ANDREW (cont'd)
You do that?
Jonathan shakes his head.
ANYA
There you two are. Listen to me. We have to get you out of here now or you'll both be killed. (calling out) Guard!
JONATHAN
What's going on?
ANYA
Guard!
ANDREW
Stop that! (to Jonathan) I don't trust her. Do you trust her? This is major uncool...
JONATHAN
Anya, you gotta break this down for us a little, or...
Anya whirls on the two of them, angry. Talks fast:
ANYA
Warren shot Buffy. Warren shot Tara. Buffy's alive. Tara's dead. Willow found out and being the most powerful Wicca in the western hemisphere, she went for the payback. With interest.
ANDREW
Wh-what about Warren?
ANYA
She killed him. Ripped him apart and bloodied up the forest doing it. Now she's coming here and you two are next.
ANDREW
Oh my God...
(lost)
Warren.
He reaches out to steady himself, manages to sit.
JONATHAN
(realizing)
Oh my God - me. GUARD!
ANDREW
(small)
But we didn't do anything...
JONATHAN
GUARD!
A grumpy-looking POLICE OFFICER approaches the cell, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
OFFICER
All right, all right, what do you... (seeing Anya) Who the hell are you?
ANYA
Something's coming. Something bad. You have to let these men out or I guarantee you there will be hell to pay.
The Officer takes his time looking things over.
OFFICER
Okay, and, uh...what exactly's coming?
ANYA
One of the many things in this world you are not prepared to deal with.
OFFICER
(amused) That a fact?
ANYA
Yes. And we're out of time. Just believe me when I tell you...
She TELEPORTS out of the cell - disappearing before the Officer's very eyes. And before he can really adjust to the reality of it - she RE-APPEARS - standing outside the cell, right next to him.
ANYA (cont'd) ...These things are real. They're dangerous. And they're coming.
And off Anya, we cut to:
EXT. POLICE STATION - NIGHT
Outside the Police Station, a PATROL COP sits in his parked SQUAD CAR, finishing up a nightly report while lazily whistling a little tune to himself. A cup of coffee rests on the dashboard. It starts to vibrate...And very slowly, the Patrol Cop's attention shifts away from his clipboard, as a bright source of light begins to glow on the side of his face. He turns to see: The Station parking lot - as bits of stray garbage and newspaper begin to mysteriously swirl about in tiny vortexes of energy - bits of light, almost like lightning, begin to pop and crackle...The Patrol Cop puts down his report, interested...When the light coalesces and erupts into one enormous FLASH - the opposite end of Willow's disappearing act in the woods. And where the energy dissipates, there stands WILLOW, eyes and hair black, head bowed, full of purpose. She turns, sees the police station, and strides toward it. The Patrol Cop, seeing her coming his way, gets out of his car, puts a hand to his 9mm service sidearm...
PATROL COP What the hell was that? Listen, I don't know what you think you're doing, but you better...
He puts a hand on her arm, but she pays no attention. Without breaking stride or raising her voice, she says:
WILLOW
Take a nap.
And on the word "nap," the Patrol Cop falls against the car, then hits the ground. Willow doesn't notice or care. She stands before the Sunnydale Police Station - sizing it up like an opponent, probing it with her eyes for weaknesses. We follow her gaze up from the front entrance to the second story - and the cinder-blocked window spaces. Willow stares at the one just above the main entrance. Her eyes narrow. She concentrates. And slowly, to the sound of stone grinding against stone, we see CRACKS begin to appear in and around the plaster surrounding one of the blocked windows. Bits of plaster flake off, and hit the ground, crumbling. One of the CINDER BLOCKS within the window space begins to vibrate, shake, and PULL LOOSE of its moorings...
ANYA
... So please, stop looking at me like it's your first trip to the circus and do your job - let them out!
She stops as the sound of rumbling grows around him. Looks around for the source. So do Jonathan and Andrew.
ANDREW
(scared)
Oh, what the hell is that?
JONATHAN
It's her.
And suddenly, behind them... an entire CINDER BLOCK gets ripped out of place, yanked violently from its cemented space. Startled, Jonathan and Andrew jump back from the phenomenon. Lights from outside pour in the relatively dark cell. Some dust swirls about. The Officer snaps out of his confusion. Gets official.
OFFICER
You three. Stay here.
ANDREW
Oh, like we have a choice!
OFFICER
I said, don't move. You'll be safe here.
He runs off, down the hall. Anya calls after him:
ANYA
Were you listening?!? This is the one place they won't be safe!
A half-dozen COPS come rushing out from the main entrance of the Police Station, alerted by the now-earthquake-like rumbling all around them. Searching for its source, looking around, they find - Willow.
Standing alone as cinder blocks and plaster fly past her, pass overhead, and come crashing to the ground as if she were tossing the stuff over her shoulder.
The Cops rush Willow. Annoyed, she merely bows her head, looking right at them.
WILLOW
Back off.
And on her command, half the group lift off their feet and go flying back away from her. Two of them land hard on pavement, one of them crushes into the side of a patrol car.
Willow returns her attention to the window above her.
Buffy came running around the side of the Police Station. She skids to a halt, taking in the chaotic scene before her. She rushes back around the side of the building she came from. Finds the side door. Grabs the handle and YANKS it hard, splintering wood with the lock, and gaining access to the Station. Another cinder block yanks itself free. The hole in the wall is now a gaping wound of stone and cement. Jonathan and Andrew press themselves away from the wreckage as bricks go flying out the wall, exposing them more with each passing moment. Freaking out.
ANDREW
Stop it! Just, stop! (to Jonathan) Why is she doing this? Tell her!
We didn't do anything.
JONATHAN
Yes we did. We signed on. We teamed up. We wanted to see where all our plans would take us, well take a look.
Angle on: the wall getting ripped apart, the hole nearly big enough to walk through now...
JONATHAN (cont'd)
This is it. The end of the road.
ANDREW
For you, maybe. Anya! Teleport us out of here. Take us with you!
ANYA
I can't. It doesn't work that way.
ANDREW
Oh, God. (yelling) HEEELP!
INT. POLICE STATION - NIGHT
BANG! We see a door labeled EMERGENCY EXIT, just as a kick shatters it off its hinges. Alarms go off instantly, blaring. Buffy enters, ignoring the alarms - to find herself standing in a side corridor of the precinct.
She sees a small group of three COPS rush through the main entrance, to the front.
Unseen by them, Buffy looks around, gets her bearings, hears the sounds of demolition coming from upstairs. Runs up the stairs, leaping them two and three at a time. Buffy arrives at the doorway at the end of the cell hall. It is locked. She takes a step back, rams her shoulder into it, and just as it gives way we cut to:
Willow looking up. The heavy lifting is done. Cinder blocks and plaster lie all around her. POLICE begin to cautiously, guns drawn, surround her. But she smiles.
Willow's P.O.V.: the hole in the wall is now big enough for Willow to fit through. So Willow gets eerily calm. Lowers her hands, looking to the Cops surrounding her.
WILLOW
Gotta fly.
And Willow simply FLIES STRAIGHT UP, toward the hole in the second-story cell wall...
Willow enters, flying up through the hole in the cell wall. Ready to claim her vengeance, she arrives in the boys' cell - to find it empty. She looks around, confused a moment, then sees the cell bars have been ripped apart by someone with Slayer-strength, and the guys are gone. Only Anya is left in the hallway.
ANYA
Willow - just, stop for a second and listen to...
With a single, powerful gesture, Willow blasts Anya painfully away in a swirl of light and energy. Anya goes smashing hard into the hallway wall, lands hard and goes slumping to the floor. Conscious but in pain. Willow whips her head around and her eyes have gone completely BLACK. And she looks furious. Her mouth opens, slowly at first, but yawning wider and wider as an inhuman SCREAM erupts out of her, her face filled with inhuman fury. The scream sounds like a thousand banshees dying in pain. It easily drowns out the blaring of the alarms. And the scream and the rage still growing as we:
Buffy hustles Jonathan and Andrew along with her as the three of them come bursting out of the side door of the Police Station. We can still hear Willow's hideous, inhuman scream as it grows from inside. Andrew and Jonathan cover their ears - in pain. But Buffy grimaces and bears it.
ANDREW
Aah! What is that sound? God, it kills.
And the screaming grows, drowning out sound. Our guys shout to be heard.
BUFFY
We have to make a run for it.
But Andrew pulls away, freaking out.
ANDREW
Are you kidding? She's like Dark Phoenix up there! And you expect us to just outrun her?
SCREECH! A police SQUAD CAR comes pulling up behind them, skidding to a halt. Xander's behind the wheel.
BUFFY
Pretty much.
XANDER
Get in.
Buffy rips the back door open to let Andrew and Jonathan scramble inside. Buffy gives them a shove to help them along. Then runs along the Squad Car as Xander starts to take off - gets in as the car's already moving...
Xander hits the gas. The Squad Car peels out, barreling through the phalanx of Cops, who part as the Squad Car races through their ranks.
Buffy pulls the door shut after her as Xander, behind the wheel accelerates. He checks the rear view mirror.
BUFFY
Is she coming?
XANDER
I don't see anything.
Buffy turns back to Andrew and Jonathan.
BUFFY
You guys all right?
We see what she sees: the two most freaked out guys ever. So she re-phrases the question.
BUFFY (cont'd)
Are you injured?
JONATHAN
No. I, I don't think so.
ANDREW
Where are you taking us?
BUFFY
We'll find someplace safe and keep you there until we can stop Willow.
ANDREW
"Run and hide?" That's your brilliant plan?
JONATHAN
(grumbling) I don't believe this ...
XANDER
Boys? If you don't knock it off, I will pull this car over and you can just walk to your painful deaths from here.
JONATHAN
I don't get it. Willow's a witch. Why doesn't she just ... you know ... wave her arms and make us dead?
BUFFY
She doesn't want you dead. She wants to kill you.
ANDREW
But we didn't do anything!
Buffy PUNCHES Andrew square in the nose.
ANDREW (cont'd)
Ow!
Buffy turns back to Xander. He speaks as confidentially as he can.
XANDER
Hate to admit it, Buff, but Jonathan may have a point. Why isn't she right here right now?
BUFFY
Maybe, maybe she's just getting her mojo up and running, or maybe she hasn't figured out how much power she really has yet. (then) And neither have we.
XANDER
Guess we keep running, then.
JONATHAN
I still can't believe that was Willow. I mean... I've known her almost as long as you guys. Willow was... you know. She packed her own lunches and wore floods and she was always... just Willow.
The truth of this hits Buffy and Xander The car goes silent a moment. Only the rhythmic "thrum" of the wheels on the highway sound. Then all of a sudden - BOOM! The entire car violently ROCKS.
JQNATHAN (cont'd)
Geez it!
ANDREW
What was that?
XANDER
Just Willow.
OUTSIDE: We see the grill of the truck. Then we travel up, over the grill, to see the DRIVER inside the cab, looking terrified, struggling in vain to control the steering wheel which seems to have a mind of its own.
We keep going up, to the ROOF of the truck's cab, and there we see WILLOW, standing atop the cab, arms wide, hair blowing, eyes black.
She looks like the maidenhead on a ship from Hell.
BOOM! The truck hits the squad car again.
XANDER (cont'd)
Any ideas?
BUFFY
Drive faster.
BOOM! Another car-rocking hit. Xander presses pedal to the metal...
ANGLE ON: The chase. The Squad Car races as fast as it can, but the truck has more momentum. Every time the Squad Car pulls away, the truck catches up, bumping grill to back fender. Grinding...
The car takes another hit. And this time, the bumpers stay pressed together - the car getting pushed. Jonathan and Andrew scream as the 18-wheeler bears down on the squad car. The crunching sound of metal on metal grows to an unbearable Screeching...
XANDER
Well, this is faster...
JONATHAN
She knows you're in this car too, right? (beat) Right?
Atop the truck, Willow, looking sweaty, continues to exert control over the driver. She begins to shake...
And the two vehicles separate - the truck slows, just slightly. The Squad Car pulls ahead. Jonathan looks up at Willow through the rear window.
JONATHAN (cont'd)
She's draining...
XANDER
She's what-ing?
JONATHAN
Just keep going.
Willow continues to shake, looking feverish, sweaty... then falls forward, hard, now on all fours atop the truck's cab.
The driver YANKS the steering wheel hard to the left. The 18-wheeler makes as radical a turn as a vehicle that size can. It JACK-KNIVES into a 90-degree angle upon itself. Everyone in the car watches. Andrew can't help himself:
ANDREW
Cool.
The driver pulls out of the Jack-knife and we see from Jonathan and Andrew's P.O.V. as the truck steers away from them, growing small in their sight. Willow. Out of breath, out of Magicks, just managing to clutch the top of the truck with her fingers, holding on without any mystical aid. She turns her head and watches ruefully as the squad car drives off.
The truck drives away down a long stretch of road...
At Spike’s crypt, Dawn was waking up. “Spike?” She mumbled.
“Hey, Nibblet,” Spike said, from beside her.
“Why wont you and Buffy let me help?” Dawn asked, sitting up.
“It’s too dangerous,” Spike said. “Buffy will kill me if I let anything happen to you.”
“Then come with me,” Dawn pleaded.
“Nibblet,” Spike sighed.
“No,” Dawn protested, getting up. “Tara is dead and Buffy needs us.”
“Dawn,” Spike said, seriously. “Buffy needs you safe.”
“Fine,” Dawn grumbled, going toward the trap door to the lower level.
“Where are you going?” Spike asked.
“I need to be alone for a little while,” Dawn said, disappearing downstairs.
Spike rubbed a hand over his face but let her go. “Hurry, Pet.”
Xander and Anya arrive at the Magic Shop and try to figure out what to do, as Willow on the other side of town, drains the energy from Rack.
Spike looked at the trap door. “Two hours should be long enough,” he muttered, going downstairs. “Dawn?” No answer. “Dawn!”
Spike kept calling her name and grew frantic. HE flew upstairs, grabbed his coat and left.
Dawn reluctantly went through Rack’s place and screamed when she saw him hanging from the ceiling.
She turned to head for the door but Willow was in her way. “Hey cutie,” she said. “Dawnie, what are you doing here, because if you’re looking for me, now’s not a great time.”
DAWN
You look terrible.
WILLOW
Do I?
DAWN
You're back on the Magicks.
WILLOW
No, honey. I am the Magicks.
DAWN
Did you kill that guy?
WILLOW
(shrugs) It's an improvement. Believe me.
DAWN
I gotta go.
Dawn turns, bolts for the door - only to find Willow standing there already. Dawn summons her courage.
WILLOW
Why? So you can run and tell Buffy?
DAWN
Willow. Just, listen to me.
WILLOW
We don't have to talk. Just think real loud - I can hear you.
DAWN
You're freaking me out.
Dawn backs away. Willow walks forward, non-threatening. Friendly.
WILLOW
Don't be like that I'm just a little wired, and have some things to do. I thought if anybody’s understand, it'd be...
DAWN
I miss Tara, too.
Willow goes very, very still. Dawn talks faster.
DAWN (cont'd)
But this... what you're doing here... this is not the way to go, you're only going to make things worse, but I promise, it's still not too late to...
Willow holds a finger up to Dawn's face, silencing her.
WILLOW
You miss her?
DAWN
Yes.
WILLOW
Did you cry? (before she answers) Of course you did. I get that, I understand the crying, you cry because you're human. But you weren't always.
DAWN
Yes I was...
WILLOW
No - please, you're telling me you don't remember? You used to be ...what, some mystic ball of energy. Maybe that's why you're crying all the time, "Dawnie." You don't belong here.
Willow gets up in Dawn's face.
WILLOW (cont'd)
Wanna go back? End the pain? You'll be happier. I'd be happier. We'll all be a lot happier without having to listen to all your constant whining.
Dawn starts to tear up, fighting her fear.
DAWN
Willow... stop...
WILLOW
(mocking) "Mom!" "Buffy!" "Tara!" Waah! Come on, someone's gotta stop the carnage. It's time you went back to being a little energy ball.
Dawn stands trapped against a far wall as the room starts to crackle with Willow's energy and her voice begins to echo of its own accord.
WILLOW (cont'd)
No more tears, Dawnie.
The door flew open and Spike there angry after kicking the door in. “I think you need to get away from her, Red,” he said, leaning against the door frame.
At the magic shop, Xander and Anya were getting no where with the translation. Jonathon and Andrew were still sitting at the table while Andrew ran his mouth about magic.
Back and Rack’s place, Spike came forward. “You need to back down and think,” he said, his eyes on Dawn’s fearful face.
“I wasn’t gunna hurt her, buzz kill,” Willow said, offended.
“She tried to turn me back,” Dawn whispered, looking at him.
“You’re attacking the people who love you now?” Spike asked, crossing his arms.
“Only the ones in my way,” Willow said.
“You need help,” Spike said, calmly.
“I’m doing fine on my own thanks,” Willow said, as Spike walked closer to her.
Spike came close enough that he could grab Dawn and get her behind him. “Get outta here, Nibblet,” he growled. “Go.”
“Don’t, Willow aid, preventing the door from opening. “We’re all friends here.”
“Red,” Spike said, moving closer to Dawn. “You need to stop this. You’re still Willow and you can fight this.”
“Lemme tell you something about Willow,” the Wicca said. “She’s a loser. She always has been.”
The was a pounding outside the door and Buffy kicked it in much like Spike had. “Dawn? What are you doing here?” She asked, looking around at the 3 other people in the room.
“She ran off on me,” Spike said, his eyes on Willow.
“I was wonderful with Tara. She made me feel special just by looking at me,” Willow said. “But that’s over.”
“I know it hurts,” Spike said.
“How could you?” Willow asked.
“I lost Buffy,” Spike said, softly. “Maybe you’ve forgotten the pain Dawn and I went through when we lost her. If you let the magic control you, then the world goes away with all of us in it.”
Buffy and Dawn came up to him thinking they got through to her.
“Spike, you hate it here just as much as I do. I’m just honest about it,” Willow said.
“That’s not true,” Spike said. “Not anymore.”
“Really? Well Buffy lied to her friends when she wasn’t trying to kill us. She screwed you just to feel. She was happier when she was in the ground,” Willow said.
Dawn, Spike, and Buffy collapsed as they realized they were at the magic box.
“Sorry, I know the trips kinda rough if you know you aren’t me,” Willow said.
Spike pulled Dawn up and closed his eyes.
“Spike?” Buffy asked, getting to her feet. “You okay?”
“Do I look okay?” Spike snapped looking at her.
Buffy flinched as his tone.
WILLOW
Jonathan. Andrew. You boys like Magicks, don't you?
Willow raises her hands above her head and the light around her goes dark - she says simply:
WILLOW (cont'd)
Abra cadabra.
Willow blasts the boys with a Death Spell so horrifying it changes the color of the air around them...
However, the spell repelled off of the scared boys.
“Stop!” Buffy cried.
“Spike pushed Dawn behind him as Willow tried to get Andrew and Jonathon.
Willow wasn’t aware of the chanting that Anya was doing, which prevented her from doing harmful magic.
Buffy stood between Willow and the boys. “I don’t want to hurt you,” she said.
Willow punched Buffy sending her into a shelf. “Not a problem.”
“I said I didn’t want to,” Buffy said, going back over to her and punching her back. “Didn’t sat I wouldn’t.”
Spike couldn’t help but smiled before Xander began to leave with Dawn and the two idiots.
“Spike, go with Dawn please,” Buffy said, throwing Dawn away from the door.
“But..”
“Spike, if you love me, you will go with Dawn,” she said.
Reluctantly Spike went with his youngest.
WILLOW
So. Here we are.
BUFFY
Are we really gonna do this?
WILLOW
Come on! This is a huge deal for me! Six years as a side man, and now I get to be the Slayer.
BUFFY
A killer isn't a Slayer. Being a Slayer means something you can't conceive of.
WILLOW
Oh, Buffy. You really need to have every square inch of your ass kicked.
BUFFY
Then show me what you got. And I'll show you what a Slayer is.
And it's on. Willow throws a punch at Buffy. Buffy blocks it, spins Willow, nearly breaking her arm. But Willow throws Buffy back, slamming her into a bookshelf.
Willow points - and the LADDER comes sliding across the length of the wall, smashing into Buffy, sending her into the wall. Buffy tries to get to Willow, but OBJECTS come flying at Buffy from all directions. Books - a chair - a statue... each one a direct hit to the head, the ribs, the face...
Buffy gets out of the line of fire and makes a flying tackle - grabbing Willow - the two of them hit the ground.
WILLOW
Get off, super bitch.
Willow SIDEKICKS Buffy with enough force to send Buffy THROUGH THE COUNTER, shattering glass.
Buffy comes right back at Willow - grabbing hold of her.
BUFFY
I can help you stop.
WILLOW
I thought you were gonna show me what a Slayer was.
Willow punches Buffy - sending her through the counter-side bookshelf and curtain - and REVEALING the startled Anya, book in hand. Chanting.
WILLOW (cont'd)
Well, hey. That's interesting.
Buffy, losing steam, tries to get between Willow and Anya.
WILLOW (cont'd)
Anya's still here...
Willow SHOVES Buffy through the small front-room table.
WILLOW (cont'd)
Chanting her little heart out...
She faces the terrified Anya directly.
WILLOW (cont'd)
And I think I've been beating on the wrong gal.
Anya's eyes go wide with terror. She starts to run. But, lightning-fast, Willow GRABS Anya - and lifts her off the ground - Anya keeps her incantation going, terrified, louder ...then stops to yell out:
ANYA
(to Buffy) HELP ME!
WILLOW
Can't block my spells if you can't chant. And you can't chant if you're sleepin'...
She hurls her aside.
Spike and Dawn led the others down the street looking for somewhere to stay, worrying about Buffy.
Willow turns on Buffy, who's rushing her. Buffy stops short.
WILLOW
Buffy, I gotta tell you - I get it now. The Slayer thing really isn't about the violence.
Willow surrounds herself with energies streaming in at her from all directions - as if she were collecting strength, the center of some great cosmic vortex.
WILLOW (cont'd)
It's about the power.
Willow's eyes go BLACK.
She lifts her hands and BLASTS Buffy with mystical energy. Buffy goes crashing into Giles's desk, hits the ground, and tries but cannot get up.
WILLOW (cont'd)
And there's no one in the world with the power to stop me now.
And the second she says this, Willow gets hit by some giant BLAST OF ENERGY which sends her flying back across the room and sending her sliding painfully along the floor.
She slides to a stop. Her nose is bleeding. Willow wipes it on her sleeve, stunned. She looks ahead of her, an incredulous expression crosses her face.
Reverse angle reveals: GILES. Standing in the doorway in leather jacket, no glasses, pure RIPPER. Calm, he says:
GILES
I'd like to test that theory.
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