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Wrecked (October 29, 2001) Written by: Marti Noxon Directed by: David Solomon |
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INT. BUFFY'S HOUSE -LIVING ROOM - DAY It's early morning. DAWN and TARA, who fell asleep on the couch in front of the TV, wake. Look around groggily. A happy cartoon plays on the television.
What time is it? Tara checks her watch
Almost seven. God, I just closed my eyes for a minute- DAWN TARA DAWN TARA INT. BUFFY'S HOUSE - UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - DAY Dawn and Tara peer through the doorway into Buffy's room. See her made bed. Then Dawn moves to the open door of Willow's room. Tara, uncomfortable, hangs back. Dawn pokes her head into Willow's room - sees that it, too, is empty and the bed is made.
Willow didn't come home either. (anxious) They were out all night. Where are they? Tara moves to Dawn. Puts a reassuring hand on her, trying to hide her own concern.
I'm sure they're fine, Dawny. I'm sure they just... lost track of time. INT./EXT. BASEMENT OF WRECKED BUILDING - DAY We MOVE ACROSS a heap of rubble that lies in the basement of the abandoned building where we last saw Spike and Buffy. The floor and much of the house collapsed into the basement, allowing patches of sunlight to stream into the wreckage... Now BUFFY sits up out of the debris, awake. Her hair is a "morning after" mess and her torn top barely covers her enough to be TV safe... She's got a few serious scratches and bruises, and she looks dazed, disoriented. A beat, and SPIKE also sits up. His lower half is hidden by debris, his upper half most definitely naked. He also looks out-of-it, spun. And he also has his fair share of battle scars.
When... When did the building fall down? SPIKE Spike tries to remember how many times, exactly. Buffy's eyes widen. It's all coming back to her.
Oh. (then) Oh my God.
BLACK OUT.
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| Act One | ||||
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INT./EXT. WRECKAGE OF BUILDING - DAY Back in the down and dirty with Buffy and Spike. Buffy, blouse buttoned and skirt now on, searches the debris anxiously. She moves like she's been through the fight of her life, stiff and sore. Spike, still appearing quite naked, stays reclined in the rubble, watching her in that way he does. He's in deep. Deeper, now.
Shoe. I need my shoe. SPIKE BUFFY SPIKE Buffy takes this in, freaking. Last night. SO wrong. And SO completely, mind-numbingly wild. Everything she's needed. Escape. Release. Ecstasy. With Spike.
Can we - not? Talk? Spike can't hide his disappointment at her attitude.
I just don't see why you have to run off so quick. I thought we could... BUFFY,br> Not gonna happen. Last night was the Spike's expression hardens and he sits up and catches Buffy by the wrists, yanking her toward his naked self. She holds herself away from him.
Don't say that. BUFFY Spike's hand disappears below frame, starts caressing her. She looks affected, despite herself.
Not exactly what I had in mind. Buffy weakens for a beat. Then she finds her resolve, HITS HIS hand away.
Stop- SPIKE He moves to touch her again, she hits him away again. They end up in a tussle, sexual tension building until they can't take it. They kiss - it heats up faster than a microwave. Goddamn. She lies on top of him - feels him respond - which SHOCKS her back to herself. She pulls away.
No. No. I have to... SPIKE They're both drunk with it. Hot, pressing against each other. They kiss again.
Oh, God... Spike whispers-
I knew. I knew - the only thing better than killing a slayer would be fuc- Buffy, alarmed, cuts him off - jerks away from him.
What? That's what this was about? "Doing" a slayer? SPIKE Infuriated, Buffy pushes off him.
Shut up- SPIKE BUFFY This hits Spike like a slap in the face. His expression goes cold. Unembarrassed, he stands up.
Before you go voicing any more of your theories, you might do well to remember that I can hurt you now. BUFFY Spike, furious, finds his own pants, steps into them. (We'll use cuts to Buffy and such to make all this tasteful, I'm sure.)
So, what? You go back to treating me like dirt until the next time you get an itch you can't scratch? Buffy ignores him, still searching for her other shoe
Well, forget it. Things changed last night. I'm done being your whipping boy. BUFFY SPIKE BUFFY Buffy sees her shoe, moves to it, but Spike is on her - his tone dead certain.
Hardly. Wouldn't be nearly as interesting, would it? He's right again. They're locked on to one another now. The energy between them buzzing.
Let me go- SPIKE Buffy takes this in, shaken. It's true. She shakes him off.
You're bent- SPIKE Buffy, freaked, backs away from him. Her tone deadly.
I swear, if you ever tell anyone about this, I will kill you. Spike sobers, getting the seriousness of her threat.
Right. A beat. Then he lifts her lacy panties.
You gonna want these too?-- SMASH. Buffy' s hand comes into frame and clocks him. She moves out into the light, leaving him stranded. INT. BUFFY'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY Tara and Dawn, both worried, prepare breakfast - trying for some normalcy.
Pancakes? DAWN TARA The back door opens and WILLOW AND AMY come rolling in, looking worse for their night out. They are in mid-talk.
...that last guy, I couldn't believe what you did. How's he going to eat? WILLOW Willow stops. Sees Tara at the stove. The air is immediately thick with tension.
(to Tara) Hey. TARA Tara glances at Amy, devastated at the sight of this chick Willow brought home. She has no idea who she is. Willow picks up on it.
Oh. Hey! This is Amy. Amy, Tara. Tara, Amy. AMY TARA WILLOW AMY Tara looks at Amy with amazement. Then to Willow.
When... Willow's about to answer, but Amy beats her to the punch, talking fast, a little hyper...
Last night. It's nuts. Everything's so different. I mean, the Bronze for one thing... And Willow! She's a freakin' amazing witch now. I couldn't keep up with her last night- Tara's expression hardens. Will sees this.
Amy- AMY TARA Upset, Tara heads for the front door, via the dining room.
Tara, wait, you left some clothes and stuff. I saved them for- TARA Tara keeps going. Bumps into BUFFY who is just corning in. Buffy looks pretty wrecked, bruised and limping.
Tara- But she's gone, leaving Will upset. Before Buffy can comment, Dawn is all over her.
Buffy! Where were you? Are you okay? Buffy can barely look at them.
I'm fine- DAWN Buffy looks both alarmed and guilty at this.
I'm not. Sore. I just had a... fight, all-nighter kind of deal. DAWN BUFFY WILLOW BUFFY WILLOW BUFFY WILLOW BUFFY DAWN Now they notice some smoke coming from the grill. Willow moves to the stove. Shuts it off. Stares at Tara's handywork for a beat too long.
Tara was making... WILLOW BUFFY AMY WILLOW AMY Amy leaves.
(to Dawn) You sure you're alright? I'm sorry. About everything. DAWN Buffy tries not to dwell on the unintentional entendre.
Right. Thanks. She gives Dawny a weak smile and heads out. Willow follows.
Yeah. I'm going to crash too. Night Dawny. Both Buffy and Willow exit, leaving Dawn alone with her burnt breakfast. Dawn looks a little lost.
No problem. I'll just... go find some awake people. INT. BUFFY'S HOUSE - WILLOW'S ROOM - DAY Willow, exhausted and sad, enters the room and lies down. It's too light - so she sits up and raises a hand toward the curtains.
Nothing happens. She tries again
Nothing. Finally, Willow gets up and draws the curtains herself. Then she lies back down, looking a little concerned. Why isn't her magic working? INT. MAGIC BOX - DAY It's later. Buffy, XANDER and ANYA are researching. Buffy's at the counter, trying to lose herself in work. While Xander and Anya are at the table, surrounded by books. Xandertosses one into the pile, frustrated.
These demons are all starting to look alike. Reptile, reptile with horn, reptile with gills... ANYA XANDER Anya's too engrossed to hear him. She doesn't budge
Great. We're not even married yet and you've already stopped listening to me... Xander leans across the table and pulls the book to him. A BRIDAL MAGAZINE falls out of it. Anya looks up from behind her book, sheepish. Xander SNATCHES the tome out of her hand - she's got another BRIDAL MAGAZINE hidden behind her book.
Anya! ANYA Now Buffy wanders over, drawn by their squabbling.
What's up? XANDER ANYA Don't be ridiculous! Martha Stewart XANDER ANYA BUFFY ANYA XANDER ANYA BUFFY ANYA & XANDER ANYA BUFFY XANDER Buffy reacts a little too strongly to this suggestion.
No. No Spike. And we don't need to hit streets. We just need to stay put, away from... distractions. We'll figure it out. ANYA BUFFY XANDER BUFFY ANYA BUFFY XANDER BUFFY XANDER BUFFY Buffy, agitated, continues - and as she works herself up, it becomes clear that she's talking as much about herself as she is about Willow.
I just think we should stop talking about Willow this way. Okay, she's going through something. But we're not her, you know? I mean, maybe she has reasons she's acting this way... And what if she has crossed a line? We all do stuff. Stupid stuff. And, then we learn. We learn and we don't do it again. I mean, really, who are we to be all judgey? Buffy stops - realizing that she's been in monologue mode. Anya and Xander watching her, a little perplexed at her outburst.
Not judgey, Buff. Just observey. ANYA EXT. STREET - NIGHT Willow, dressed a little edgier than we're used to seeing her, is heading out for another night with Amy. They move down Sunnydale's main drag, turning heads.
God, I'm so glad you called. I had to get out of the house. WILLOW AMY WILLOW AMY WILLOW Amy's eyes flash angrily. We see a hint of the anarchy that's boiling under her skin.
I want to have fun, Willow. I've been in a cage. WILLOW AMY Willow takes this in, relating.
Well, I do. Get it. Totally. AMY WILLOW AMY WILLOW AMY Willow takes this in, intrigued
Really? He's a warlock? AMY WILLOW Amy grins.
Would that stop you? EXT. ALLEY - NIGHT Now Amy and Willow are walking in a bad part of town. Definitely creepy. Amy senses something, stops in front of a dirty alley.
This is it. WILLOW AMY WILLOW Amy takes Willow's hand and raises it.
Here. Willow starts at something she feels, unseen by us.
It's... hot. AMY With that, Amy STEPS THROUGH AN INVISIBLE PORTAL and disappears. Scared and excited, Willow takes a deep breath and follows suit. INT. DEALER'S PLACE - OUTER ROOM - NIGHT Willow and Amy EMERGE THROUGH THE PORTAL into a dingy two room apartment. The first room functions as a waiting room, with tattered couches and a couple of old chairs. A few strung-out looking folks hang on the couches, eyeing the fresh-faced girls suspiciously as they enter.
Isn't that cool? His place is cloaked. WILLOW AMY WILLOW She stops as the door to the second room opens and RACK, A SCARY-LOOKING WARLOCK, steps into the room. He has fucked-up eyes and dark magical energy crackles from the ends of his fingers. He's simultaneously repulsive and seductive. Physically, he's no looker. But his vibe is nasty and powerful. As soon as he steps into the room, the jonesing folks start pleading with him-
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