All the Way

(September 17, 2001)

Written by: Steven S. DeKnight

Directed by: David Solomon

Teaser

INT. MAGIC BOX - DAY (DAY 1)

A banner tacked to the front counter reads "Halloween Bonanza!'! The magic box is packed with customers (some in costume) clamoring for goodies and decorations. Giles, Dawn, Willow, Tara, and Xander are helping Anya with the crush. Anya, adorned in short shorts, a tee, excessively feathered hair and roller skates, zips around like General Retail on wheels.

ANYA
(to customer)
Everything on this table's half off!
Including the table!
(to another customer)
Buy one eyeball, get the second one
free!

ON XANDER

in full pirate regalia, including an eye patch. Xander's currently explaining a jar of fire to a group of kids.

XANDER
(pirate voice)
Arhhh! Careful, me mateys! These be
fire flies spat from a volcano off
the coast of Katmandu. Arhhh!

CHUNKY KID
You're not a real pirate. Real
pirates live on boats and don't look
stupid.

XANDER
Arhhh! A salty swab, eh? Maybe you
be fishin' for a taste... of me hook!

Xander thrusts his hand up at the kids. Sure enough, he's wearing a fake pirate's hook. The kids squeal, including Chunky.

GILES
Hello! Ahab! A little help?

XANDER
(pirate voice)
And help ye shall have! Arhhh!

Xander moves over to assist Giles at the swamped register. Giles is decked out in his opening day wizard robe from Season 5, sans hat. Xander, Giles, and Anya are the only one of our Gang in costume. Anya skates past with Dawn following alongside.

DAWN
So what are you supposed to be?

ANYA
An angel.

DAWN
Oh. Shouldn't you have wings?

ANYA
This is a special kind of angel,
called a "Charlie". We don't have
wings. We just skate around with
perfect hair, fighting crime.
Where's your costume?

DAWN
Like I'm six years old. Halloween's
so lame.

ANYA
But you get to dress up and play
games! Xander's gonna teach me a new
one after work called Shiver Me
Timbers. You ever play?

TARA
(swooping in)
Dawn, Willow could use some help in
magical texts.

DAWN
(scampering off, relieved)
I'm all over it.

ANYA
What about you? Ever play Shiver Me
Timbers?

TARA
Not really much for the timber.

ON WILLOW

arguing with a woman dressed as a classic ugly witch. Willow punctuates her words with a Remedial Witchcraft book.

WILLOW
All I'm saying is you might want to
rethink the stereotype before someone
turns you into a toad.

Witch Woman snatches the book out of her hand and huffs off.

WILLOW (cont'd)
While you're at it, try pulling that
broomstick out of your -- Dawn!

DAWN
Don't stop the invective on account
of me.

WILLOW
If I see one more idiot that thinks
witches are all hairy moles and
rotten teeth...

A LITTLE GIRL walks up in a witchy-poo outfit, wearing a mask adorned with hairy moles and a grin crammed with rotten teeth.

WITCHY-POO
Do you have candy corn?

Willow instantly bursts into a huge smile.

WILLOW
Aw, look at you! Aren't you just the
cutest little thing!

DAWN
But I thought you said --

WILLOW
I know, but -- look, with the nose
and the hat and -- aww!
(to Witchy-poo)
Come on. Let's fill that tummy up
with sugary nibblets!

Willow leads her off. Dawn watches her in disbelief -- until a gold coin with a serpent crest catches her eye on a table next to her. She glances around and furtively slips it into her pocket. She shifts into extra innocent as Anya zips past.

ANYA
Buffy, we're running low on Mandrake
root. Check the basement!

Buffy is just coming out of the back room carrying a box brimming with Magic Box oddities. She frowns sourly at the basement door.

BUFFY
Okay, but don't blame me if we have
this same conversation over and...

INT. MAGIC BOX - BASEMENT - NIGHT

Buffy comes down the stairs.

BUFFY
... over and over and --

She hits the landing, turns -- and nearly runs into Spike. She gasps, glares.

BUFFY (cont'd)
Bell. Neck. Look into it.

Buffy moves over to the shelves. Spike follows her.

SPIKE
Come with a nice leather collar, does
it?

BUFFY
What are you doing lurking down here?

SPIKE
Why does everyone always think I'm
lurking about?

BUFFY
I don't know. Could it have
something to do with the lurking?

Spike holds up a handful of vile looking weeds.

SPIKE
Came through the tunnels. Running
low on Burba weed. Stir it in with
the blood, makes it all hot and spicy.

Buffy stares at him, a mixture of disgust and disinterest.

SPIKE (cont'd)
What, I was gonna pay for it. I
mean, no, I was gonna nick it.
'Cause that's what I do.
I go where I please and take what I
want and what's your excuse anyway?
Thought you had it to the brim with
customer disservice.

BUFFY
One time deal to help out. And I
mean straight time -- no loop de loop
mummy hand repeato vision. Where's
the Mandrake root?

Spike takes a bottle of misshapen, almost human looking mandrake root from a top shelf, hands it to her. They're close to each other, the air suddenly charged between them.

SPIKE
Three to a jar. They tend to go a
bit wonky if you cram 'em too close.

BUFFY
Thanks.

SPIKE
Feel like a bit of the rough and
tumble?

BUFFY
(surprised)
What?

SPIKE
Me. You. Patrolling? Hello?

BUFFY
(relieved)
Oh, uh... I should stay. These
Mandrake roots aren't gonna get up
the stairs themselves.

SPIKE
Might if you let them out.

BUFFY
Maybe tomorrow night, okay?

SPIKE
(playing it off)
Not like I don't already have plans.
Great Pumpkin's on in twenty.

Off he goes. Buffy sighs as she heads up the stairs.

BUFFY
So much easier to talk to when he
just wanted to kill me.

INT. MAGIC BOX - CONTINUOUS - DAY

The noise of the crowd assaults Buffy as she reenters. She grimaces, overwhelmed. Anya skates past, snatching the bottle of Mandrake root from her.

ANYA
Go help Giles!

Giles is hip deep in customers at the cash register.

BUFFY
What happened to Xander?

GILES
(ringing up customers)
He kept poking me with his hook. I
sent him over to charmed objects.
With any luck he'll poke the wrong
one and end up in a parallel
dimension inhabited by a fifty-foot
Giles who squashes annoying, teeny
pirates.
(indicating customers)
We've got a ton of bagging here. If
you could start over here and -

BUFFY
Actually, Spike had this really good
idea about patrolling --

GILES
Buffy, you've been out patrolling
every night this week. Besides, it's
Halloween. The one time a year
supernatural threats give it a well-
deserved rest. As should you.

BUFFY
But what about costumes taking over
your personality or wee little Irish
fear demony thingies?

GILES
Yes, well, if anything calamitous is
going to happen tonight, history
suggests it will happen to us.

BUFFY
So maybe I should patrol to avoid
trouble and -
(sags)
I'm bagging.

She snaps open a bag and wades into the job.

EXT. STREET/KALTENBACH'S HOUSE - DAY 4

The sun is sinking. Children in costume are already out making their candy rounds. KALTENBACH, a crusty old man in a crusty old suit, ambles down the sidewalk with a grocery bag, softly humming "Pop Goes the Weasel."

He reaches his dilapidated house, the kind of spooky, rundown two-story faux Victorian job that every town has. He ambles up to the rickety front porch, passing signs that warn Keep Off Lawn and No Soliciting!

INT. KALTENBACH'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY

The inside of his house is a cavernous, shadowy affair filled with creepy taxidermy and musty old toys from the 5Os. Santa Claus via Norman Bates. Kaltenbach ambles into the kitchen, still humming "Pop Goes the Weasel."

INT. KALTENBACH'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY

Kaltenbach is cooking. A huge pot boils on the stove. CHILDREN SCREAM from outside. He peeks out the window, eyeing a group of kids in costume running down the street, laughing and screaming. He chuckles, softly singing his own version of "Pop Goes the Weasel" as he returns to his cooking.

KALTENBACH
Da da da da da-da-da-da, happy
Hallowe-en, Give you something
special this year, da da da-da da!

He pulls a gleaming BUTCHER KNIFE from a creaky old drawer. It catches the light and gleams. The schmuck be baited.

BLACK OUT.

END OF TEASER
Act One

INT. MAGIC BOX - NIGHT

Dawn ushers the last customer out.

DAWN
(brightly)
Come again...

She flips the CLOSED sign and sags against the door.

DAWN (cont'd)
in a zillion years.

The store looks like the aftermath of a battle. The gang's sprawled on chairs and draped over counters.

XANDER
Store go boom.
(weak pirate voice)
Arh.

ANYA
(a bit choked up)
That was... that was the most
incredible thing I have ever
experienced.

Xander frowns at her. The most incredible?

ANYA (cont'd)
(to Xander)
Except for that.
(to gang)
What you all did for me tonight, the
astounding heaps of money you helped
me - -

Giles clears his throat.

ANYA (cont'd)
You helped us acquire. All I can say
is... I hope we make as much tomorrow!

BUFFY
Tomorrow?

ANYA
Post holiday clearance! The
cornerstone of retail!

The gang groans. Giles wearily rises.

GILES
Brooms all around, then?

WILLOW
Or I could whip up a jaunty self-
cleaning incantation. It'll be just
like Fantasia.

GILES
Yes, and we all know how splendidly
that turned out for Mickey.

He hands her a broom and dust pan, moves off. Willow grumbles.

WILLOW
Think I'm a little more adept than a cartoon mouse.

TARA
(lightly)
And you have more fingers. Which is
good, cause -- hey, no need to wear
those big white gloves to
overcompensate.

Buffy is wearily straightening up the war table with Xander.

BUFFY
You know if you had a real peg leg,
you wouldn't just have a lame
costume. You'd actually be lame,
which is a whole other--

She turns to Xander, but his attention's focused on Anya. She's behind the cash register with wads of cash in each hand, doing the shimmy and shake with Dawn.

DAWN
(dancing, giggling)
You do this every night?

ANYA
After I close out the register. The
dance of capitalist superiority!

Xander raises his eye patch so he can take Anya in with two good peepers. He's totally, completely smitten.

XANDER
(soft - to himself)
I'm gonna marry that girl.

BUFFY
(flustered)
Xander! She's fifteen! And my
sister, so don't even --
(suddenly getting it)
Oh.

XANDER
Hey, everybody! Can I, uh, there's
something Anya and I want to tell you.

ANYA
(shocked)
Now?

XANDER
Now.
(deep breath)
We're getting married.

DAWN
Oh my God!

TARA
Congratulations!

WILLOW
That's -- that's... wow.

Xander takes Anya in, mesmerized.

XANDER
Big wow.

ANYA
(tears starting)
I thought you were waiting for the
right moment?

XANDER
I did.

He sweeps her into his arms and plants a serious Clark Gable on her. It takes her breath away.

ANYA
(swooning, to Dawn)
Here, have some money.

She hands Dawn the cash in her hand, then goes back to the deep kissing. Buffy whispers to Giles.

BUFFY
Did you know about this?

GILES
No. Unless I blocked it from my
memory, much as I will Xander's
vigorous use of his tongue.

Giles takes off his glasses, cleans them.

BUFFY
Is that why you're always cleaning
your glasses? So you don't have to
see what we're doing?

GILES
Reveal my secret to no one.

Buffy stares in disbelief at the lip-locked couple.

BUFFY
Giles, this is -- We have to do
something...

INT. BUFFY'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Music blares. An impromptu engagement party is in full swing. Anya and Xander are still in their costumes.

ANYA
...and he said he couldn't imagine
the rest of his life without me and
then he gave me this!

Anya proudly displays her engagement ring on her finger.

XANDER
Which I'll be paying for the rest of
my life with her.

DAWN
Can I try it on?

ANYA
(brightly)
Oh, absolutely not!

Buffy and Giles appear from the kitchen with drinks.

GILES
Where I come from this sort of thing
requires much in the way of libation.

XANDER
(taking a drink)
God save the Queen!

BUFFY
Sorry we couldn't do the big fancy.
You kind of caught us with our
parties down.

ANYA
That's all right. This is just the
first premarital celebration. We'll
have lots more. With gifts!

TARA
(laughs)
Sure. Maybe we'll even have time to
decorate for the next one.

WILLOW
Why wait?

WILLOW
(Japanese)
Karzaritate tamae.
WILLOW
(English translation)
Adorn with happiness.

Willow waves her hand. The house is suddenly decorated with Japanese ribbons and paper lanterns. Anya beams.

ANYA
This is so much better than the way
it usually looks. Thank you!

She hugs Willow. Tara catches Giles' look of concern. Was that bit of conjuring really necessary?

INT. BUFFY'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - NIGHT

Tara is helping Willow refill the chip bowl.

TARA
(tentatively)
The grocery store's still open. We
could have bought decorations.

WILLOW
Why bother? These are perfect -- and
extra biodegradeably. In a couple of
hours -- poof!

TARA
No, they're -- they're great.
(a beat)
It's just... why use magic when you
can do something naturally?

Willow laughs Tara's concern off.

WILLOW
You can also fight monsters
"naturally" with sticks and stones.
Don't really recommend it, though.

TARA
That's different.

WILLOW
How?

TARA
Because -- because you're protecting
people. Keeping them from being hurt.

WILLOW
Which makes them happy. Like pretty
decorations made Anya happy.

TARA
That's not the point, Will.

WILLOW
(exasperated)
Why are you being like this?

TARA
This isn't about me.

WILLOW
This is so about you. You're always
coming down on me for doing magic
that couldn't hurt a fly. What's
your problem?

TARA
Willow, I j-just want you to stop and
think about what you're --

Tara spots Dawn standing in the doorway, stops. She's obviously heard what they're arguing about.

DAWN
Sorry. Just checking on the chips.

WILLOW
It's okay. We're done.

Willow takes the chip bowl and exits with Dawn. Tara sags. Yep, that went well.

INT. BUFFY'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Buffy has Xander in a big Slayer-powered hug.

BUFFY
You're getting married. You.

XANDER
(grimacing)
Me. Choking.

BUFFY
Seems like just yesterday you
couldn't pay a girl to date you.

XANDER
Like I'd ever pay -- Define "date".

Mixed emotions swirl across Buffy's face.

BUFFY
I'm out of commission for three
months and you... How many other
things have changed since I've been
away?

Dawn and Willow enter. Dawn munches from the chip bowl.

DAWN
I got a tattoo.

BUFFY
(livid)
What?!

WILLOW
And that's why we told her she
couldn't.

DAWN
Just a little one?

BUFFY
Over my dead body. The kind that
doesn't come back.

DAWN
Fine.

She kisses Xander on the cheek.

DAWN (cont'd)
Congratulations.
(to Anya)
You're so lucky, finding a guy like
him.

XANDER
Almost as lucky as me.

Xander gives Anya a soft kiss. Buffy can't help but feel a little envious of their happiness. Dawn grabs her sweater.

DAWN
See you guys tomorrow.

BUFFY
Tomorrow?

DAWN
Yeah. I'm spending the night at
Janice's, remember?

BUFFY
Wait -- that's tonight?

DAWN
No, it's on the other Halloween.
Come on, you said I could.

BUFFY
Yeah, okay, I know, but now with
Xander's party --

XANDER
We're good. But you'll have to cough
up extra gifts at the reception.

ANYA
Yes, please!

BUFFY
I don't know. Giles. . .?

GILES
It's really not up to me.

DAWN
Come on. It's four blocks. I'll
walk straight over. Not like I'm
gonna be roaming the streets. Please?

EXT. MAIN STREET - NIGHT

Filled with Trick or Treaters and partiers in costume. Dawn roams the street, all satisfied smiles. She slips down an alley, taking a shortcut.

EXT. ALLEY - NIGHT

Dawn traipses merrily down the alley, but her smile drops as she hears a disembodied MOAN further down. She peers into the gloom. Spooky spooky schmuck bait.

DAWN
Hello?

She inches forward. The MOAN sounds again. It's coming from behind some stacked barrels concealed in the shadows. Dawn picks up a scrap of wood to use as a club. She inches up around the barrels -- and gasps. Two costumed teens are necking heavy.

GUY
Hey!

GIRL
(buttoning shirt)
Perv!

DAWN
(backing away)
Sorry! I thought, uh --

WHAM! Something grabs Dawn from behind. She yelps, whirls around. It's JANICE. Fifteen, long dark hair like Dawn, and the perpetual twinkle of impending mischief in her eyes.

JANICE

Hey, Summers. Get an eyeful of the
grope-fest? Maybe you are a perv.

DAWN

if I were.

GIRL
(O.S.)
Bite me!

JANICE
You get over the wall okay.

DAWN
Yeah. My sister thinks I'm staying
at your house.

JANICE
The Mominator thinks I'm at yours.
Can't believe they fell for that one.
Like, own a TV?

DAWN
(laughs)
So where are we meeting?

JANICE
The park.
(spooky voice)
That's where all the monsters gather
on Halloween...

EXT. PARK - NIGHT

THRASH MUSIC blares from a boom box. ZACK, 17, is standing on a swing, hooting as he arcs higher and higher.

ZACK
Hoo hoo hoo! To infinity and --

WHACK! An empty soda can bonks him in the head.

ZACK (cont'd)
Ow!

ANGLE ON JUSTIN, also 17, all American cute with a killer smile. Definite air of James Dean, down to the black work boots, jeans, and leather jacket -- which is pretty much standard issue for him and his rowdy friends MARLA, CHRISTY, and GLENN.

JUSTIN
Oops.

JANICE
(O.S.)
Nice shot.

Zack spots Janice and Dawn walking up. He leaps off the swing and grabs Janice into a big hug.

ZACK
Hey, baby! What took ya?

JANICE
Had to stop for crimes and
misdemeanors.

She kisses the spot where the soda can hit his forehead.

JANICE (cont'd)
Zack, this is my friend Dawn I was
telling you about.

Zack gives Dawn the roving eye. Yowza!

ZACK
Hell-o!

Janice slugs him in the shoulder.

ZACK (cont'd)
Ow!

Justin sidles up.

JUSTIN
(to Dawn)
Hey. Justin.

He shakes her hand with a shy grin.

DAWN
(nervous)
I know. I've seen you around at a
couple of parties.

He takes Dawn in with a warm, shy smile.

JUSTIN
I've seen you too.

Dawn practically blushes to death. Justin and Zack's friends yell over as they move off.