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EXT. POLICE STATION - NIGHT
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.
EXT. POLICE STATION - NIGHT
A beat later. LOW ANGLE ON WILLOW, as she stalks
out of the main doors of the police station - on the hunt. (NOTE: perhaps we do
this in SLOW MOTION as well as at regular speed? Say 33 frames?) She glances up
and down the street, ooking for any signs of Buffy, Jonathan and Andrew. Seeing
none, she moves off - full of grim determination.
EXT. STREET - NIGHT
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 scaredest 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.
ANGLE ON: Xander's rear view mirror - we see the
grill of an EIGHTEEN WHEEL TRUCK fills the mirror's frame.
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...
ANGLE ON: 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...
INT. SPIKE'S CRYPT - NIGHT
Dawn, looking agitated - a fidgety bundle of
pacing energy ready to go is enduring the calm voice of CLEM:
CLEM (0.S.)
...Not like I'm
knocking the
nacho cheese ones - I like the
taste. It's the texture I
can't
deal with.
Reverse to see Clem, eating from two bowls of
chips.
CLEM
So gritty. Kinda hurts my
tongue,
so I'd give 'em... a seven.
Seven-five maybe and you think
this
is dumb, don't you?
DAWN
No! As taste tests go, this
is
definitely one of the better ones
I've been to.
Clem sadly puts the chips away.
CLEM
I get it. No biggie. You
wanna
play cards?
DAWN
Clem...
CLEM
I can be a real
boredom-buster, if
you just give me half a chance.
DAWN
It's not you.
CLEM
Still, I feel responsible.
It's
not fair - girl your age, cooped
up in a crypt. Tell you what:
let
me get my hat and coat - I'll take
you to a movie. We'll go
nuts.
(knowingly)
PG- thirteen.
DAWN
Clem! Look at me - do I look
weak
to you? Or incapable?
CLEM
Heck no.
DAWN
So why am I stuck
here?
CLEM
No good reason I can
see.
DAWN
Tara was my friend as much as
she
was anybody else's.
CLEM
Sure, I could see that. You
two
Were ... I'm still real sorry about
what happened.
(beat)
If
there's anything I can do to
help... just name it.
Dawn eyes him. She's got an idea...
DAWN
Anything?
CLEM
Aw, you're not going to
get
yourself in trouble now, are you?
(more)
CLEM (cont'd)
Or me? 'Cause your
sister's the
Slayer; I'm a demon, that's real
incentive to get along with
her...
Dawn crosses to the crypt entrance, looking
out.
DAWN
I need a demon to help me.
Spike
would have.
CLEM
Spike's gone.
And off Dawn's saddened reaction, we cut
to:
INT. AFRICAN CAVE - NIGHT
SPIKE stands alone in pitch blackness, his shirt
stripped from him, only pants and barefoot. He moves about anxiously, like a
panther. The DEMONIC VOICE from episode 20 speaks to him.
VOICE
You understand,
then.
SPIKE
Yeah yeah - it's not like
you
haven't been clear about it, oh
great mysterious
one.
(bored)
This is a test. I don't get what
I want unless I pass said
test.
That about the size and shape?
VOICE
Yes.
SPIKE
And since you got your pad
decked
out gladiator style, and no number
two pencils have been provided
-
I guess we're not starting
with the written.
No response.
SPIKE (cont'd)
Well?
Spike turns, to see he is no longer standing
alone. There, facing him in the darkness, is a very large fellow. It seems he's
made entirely of MUSCLES. Spike sizes him up.
SPIKE (cont'd)
Ah. Here we go,
then. Just me
And the walking action figure.
(to voice)
I'm venturing
this would be the
Kill-or-be-killed type situation,
then?
VOICE
To the death.
Spike squares off with the Muscles.
SPIKE
Right.
(grins)
Here we
are now. Entertain us.
Muscles just grins wickedly, and his FISTS BURST
INTO FLAME. They provide the only illumination in the cave, eerily lighting the
two combatants.
SPIKE (cont'd)
Oh, son of a
b...
BOOM! Spike gets hit in the side of the head with
a flaming fist so hard, he spins and hits the dirt instantly. He scrambles onto
his back, scuttling back like a crab.
Muscles moves in, much faster than you'd imagine
he could, and BOOM! Another punch with his flaming fist fills the frame, filling
it RED...
EXT. STREET - NIGHT
Willow, looking a little wrecked after her power
outage on top of the truck, moves down a street in a deserted industrial area.
Despite her shaky appearance, her eyes burn with rage and purpose. She will not
be stopped.
INT. MAGIC BOX - NIGHT
We hear a key rattling frantically in a doorway,
and then the front door to the Magic Box opens fast. Anya leads Xander and Buffy
into the shop, followed by Jonathan and Andrew.
XANDER
Thanks, Anya. For getting
here so
fast. It's a big help.
ANYA
And once again, we find
Xander
Harris needing the big help.
He looks to her. She ignores it.
XANDER
Whatever. So? Can you
still
sense Willow?
(more)
XANDER (cont'd)
Knowing her
location'd be a real
comfort right about now.
Anya stops. Considers. Then:
ANYA
No. I can't. And that
means
whatever she's feeling, it's gone
way beyond simple
vengeance.
XANDER
Did I mention the me
needing
comfort?
BUFFY
(to Anya)
Whatever we've
got here, better
grab it fast. This is going to be
one of the first places
Willow
would think to look for us.
ANDREW
Then what are we doing
here?
They all turn on him, annoyed.
ANDREW (cont'd)
You know - I could
summon a
demon to kill her.
XANDER
And I could smack you so
hard your
eyeballs switch sockets.
BUFFY
No one is getting killed.
Sit
down.
(to Anya)
We've got to find some kind of
Magicks that'll
stop Willow.
XANDER
But she drained the
place.
He holds up a blank-faced text book, tosses it
aside.
XANDER (cont'd)
Took
everything.
ANYA
Not everything.
Anya crosses behind the counter, starts rummaging
through drawers... She pulls out a KEY. Takes out a small BOX. Inserts the key
and opens the box. Pulls out a BOOK.
XANDER
What is it?
ANYA
Book of protection spells.
Anti-
Magic. Our last resort.
XANDER
Think you can work this
stuff?
Anya opens the book.
ANYA
Ah. Okay. The good news is
-
text is intact. Bad news is - I
can't read a word of it. It's
like
in, ancient Sumerian or
something.
Jonathan tentatively walks over to
them.
JONATHAN
Can I take a look
at--
BUFFY
Shut up.
JONATHAN
Right.
He turns away. Turns back with:
JONATHAN (cont'd)
I just thought,
you know, as long
as you're protecting us, the least
I could do
is...
BUFFY
I'm not protecting you,
Jonathan.
None of us are. We're doing this
for Willow. And the only
reason
it happens to be your lucky day is
because if she kills you, a
line
gets crossed, I lose a friend.
And I hate losing.
JONATHAN
I get that. It's just...
you
know she's running out of power,
right? I could tell, I
could
practically feel it.
(embarrassed)
I've dabbled in the
Magicks.
XANDER
I'm thinking Willow's in a
league
of her own about now, dabble-boy.
JONATHAN
But still - running that
hot for
that long...
(shrugs)
... Just a matter of time before
you
gotta re-charge. No matter
how juiced up you are.
BUFFY
Thank you. Now remember
that
thing we talked about?
JONATHAN
About me shutting
up?
Buffy nods. Jonathan does, too. He points
awkwardly to the table and sits beside Andrew. Xander takes Buffy aside as Anya
researches the text.
XANDER
Buffy, say this works. And
we
stop Willow from working the
hoodoo for a minute. What then?
BUFFY
I talk to her.
XANDER
Great. And say
what?
Buffy just looks at Xander - she doesn't have the
answers. And he knows it. They share a moment of concern between them, the two
old friends. The possible survivors.
BUFFY
Whatever she's going to do,
she
starts with these two. They're
the line she cannot cross. And
if
she's running low on the Magicks
...she's probably somewhere
now
trying to get it all back.
EXT. STREET - NIGHT
Clem and Dawn walk tentatively down a dark street
in a bad neighborhood. (NOTE: THIS SHOULD NOT BE THE SAME LOCATION AS SCENE A17.
THE STREET WILLOW WALKS DOWN.) Dawn is looking alert, focused... While Clem
looks distinctly uncomfortable.
DAWN
Rack's place was right around
here
last time...
CLEM
I don't feel
anything.
(quickly)
Oh well. Not here. Let's go home.
Clem starts to move off - but Dawn stops
him.
DAWN
You don't feel anything
because
his place moves. I told you.
CLEM
Know why? Rack moves all
the
time? Because he's shady. A bad
element comes down here.
DAWN
I get that. But Willow's part
of
it now... She is the element.
Rack may know where she is. Which
is
why we need to talk to him.
CLEM
(nervous)
We? In a... face
to face way?
DAWN
Or me. I'll go in without
you.
CLEM
(too casual)
No, it's
fine. I'm good... It's
just, Rack isn't partial to the
floppy-eared. He's
got a thing.
(then)
But I'm in. Absolutely.
DAWN
Either way. Just get me
there.
Dawn starts to move down the street again. Clem
hustles to keep up.
CLEM
Say Rack does. Know where
Willow
is. He's not going to tell you
for nothing. He's gonna
want
something.
DAWN
I have money.
CLEM
I don't think that's the kind
of
something he's gonna want. Rack
likes little girls -
DAWN
(emphatic)
I am not a
little girl.
Clem gets flustered, surprised by her sudden
intensity.
CLEM
Sorry. Of course. Little,
that's
wrong. But girl, I stand behind.
I mean, you definately
have...
You're clearly... You have parts-
Dawn stops. Exasperated.
DAWN
Look - are you going to help
me or
not?
CLEM
I just - I don't know if
you've
thought this through. I'm
supposed to keep you safe and
this
whole thing is... I mean, even
if you find Willow, you
really
think you can stop her?
DAWN
I don't know. But I can't
sit
around while another person I love-
(stops/emotional)
I can't just
sit around.
Clem takes this in. Gets the depth of pain behind
Dawn's actions. Relents.
CLEM
We don't have a plan. Don't
we at
least need a plan?
DAWN
Buffy and her friends never
have
a plan. They just sort of... jump
in and don't know what
they're
doing.
CLEM
And this works?
DAWN
(shrugs)
They never really
let me come
along... Guess we'll find out.
(off his look)
It's okay. I
mean, they usually
come back in one piece.
With that, Dawn moves off ahead. Clem lags a
moment, spooked.
CLEM
Usually?
But Dawn is already a distance away. Clem sighs,
follows.
INT. RACK'S - NIGHT
We see a strung-out looking JUNKIE,lying on his
back, eyes completely black, in the main room of RACK'S place. It's like an
opium den in here. And in the center of it all sits RACK, Lord of all he
surveys. Life is sweet for Rack. He lazily turns his head to his side,
addressing someone we cannot see:
RACK
Hey, babe. I been waiting for
you.
And we see Willow stands before him. She's just
there.
RACK (cont'd)
Guess the rehab
didn't take, huh.
(shrugs)
That's the way it goes sometimes.
But I
gotta say:
He stands, walks over to Willow. She doesn't
move.
RACK (cont'd)
I could feel you
coming a mile
away, power you got. And you know
something, sweetness? I
liked it.
He walks around her, getting seductive, in his own
way. That is to say, in a very creepy, predatory way. Still, the vibe is not
without sexuality. And still Willow says nothing.
RACK (cont'd)
When you first came
to me, you
were just a little slip of girl.
(small laugh)
Look at you
now. All growed up.
Full of dark juice. And you still
taste like
strawberries. Only now
... you're ripe.
He stands before her, close, swaying
gently...
RACK (cont'd)
You came because you
want
something, don't you?
Willow nods, slowly, playing him...
RACK (cont'd)
Thought so. So tell
me,
Strawberry...
He gently reaches out to touch her face, whispers
into her mouth:
RACK (cont'd)
What on this earth
do you want?
Willow reaches out, touching Rack's face in
return. Gently at first, but then her grip turns iron hard as she
smiles.
WILLOW
I'm just gonna take a
little tour.
And with that Willow begins to SUCK THE ENERGY out
of Rack. It's horrible instantly. Mutli-colored tendrils of light come ripping
out of his head and body, directly into Willow. The second it starts, Rack
screams and we cut to:
INT. ANTEROOM - NIGHT
The air around Clem RIPPLES as he enters the
"waiting room" at Rack's. Followed immediately through the dimensional portal by
Dawn.
DAWN
Yay, Clem, making with the
demon
senses! I knew you'd find this
place!
CLEM
(confidential)
I don't
think it's very clean.
DAWN
Don't wig out on me
again.
CLEM
I'm still not so sure you
should
be here. I'm not so sure I should
be here...
DAWN
It'll just take a minute.
Come on.
She steps forward, but sees Clem isn't moving. She
sighs
DAWN (cont'd)
You want to wait
here?
CLEM
(forced casual)
If that
works for you...
DAWN
Be right back.
Dawn enters the main room, leaving Clem behind,
looking uncomfortable...
INT. RACK'S - NIGHT
Alone, Dawn enters Rack's. The place is now eerily
silent. Dawn looks around, takes tentative steps further in, slowly,
cautiously.
DAWN
Willow?
Dawn moves further in. Stops, looking around. And
we see, behind her, there slowly (almost peacefully) floats the desiccated,
mummified CORPSE of Rack. Hanging upside-down as if in zero gravity, slowly
turning, arms splayed wide at his side - more than dead. Sucked dry.
Dawn slowly turns - and literally comes
face-to-face with the sunken eyed corpse of Rack.
Dawn SCREAMS.
Then she turns to run out - but then stops cold -
finding herself face-to-face with Willow.
And Willow looks worse than ever. There's plenty
of magic flowing through her - all of it dark. Her skin more pale, almost white.
Dark veins reach across her face. Her lips are bluish-black, cracked and dry,
her eyes completely black.
She smiles.
WILLOW
Hey, cutie.
BLACK OUT.
END OF ACT TWO
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