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-GILES: Previously on
Buffy the Vampire Slayer...
-I'm Faith.

GILES: A rogue Slayer
on our hands. I can't think
of anything more dangerous.

-Faith, no!
-You killed a man.

-I don't care.
-She's unstable, Buffy.

(gasps)

I'm not a demon, little girl.
I am something that you
can't even conceive.

The First Evil.

Look, I'm not saying it's
a happy scenario, but we're
dealing with a big bad

that can be
any dead person it wants.

You know the rules.
I can't take corporeal form.

-BUFFY: They're all Slayers?
-GILES: Potential Slayers.

There were many more like them
all over the world.

-But now there's
just a handful.
-That's what it wants.

GILES: To erase
all the Slayers-in-training
and their watchers,

-along with their methods.
-BUFFY: And then Faith,
and then me.

It's the end.

No more Slayer.

Spike has a soul now.
That's what's gonna stop him
from hurting people.

Buffy--
He can be
a good man, Giles.

-I feel it.
-Willow, call for you
from L.A.

Somebody named Fred?

I'm gonna have to take off
for a while. Maybe a day or two.

We're on the verge of war.
You need to make difficult
decisions regardless of cost.

You're stalling me.

I've been searching for you
for a very, very long time.

-Ever since
you killed my mother.
-(roaring)

Try anything again,
he'll kill you.

More importantly...
I'll let him.

I think you've taught me
everything I need to know.

Stop! Stop! Stop!
Please!

-What's going on?
-Please, get me out of here.

Is someone hurt?
What is it?

Drive!

Well, that was, uh--

Are you all right?

(panting)
Thank you.
Thank god you were there.

Well, let's not give him
credit for everything.

No, I'm funnin' ya.
I don't believe
in coincidence.

I also don't believe
young girls should be
out in the woods late at night.

Should be tucked in bed.
I wish I was.

I expect you do
at that.

Look. I don't mean to pry,
but those boys--
they looked like--

Well, you didn't happen
to fall in with devil
worshippers, did you?

No, I'm sorry.
You, uh--

You look like you've been
traveling a while.

I didn't think that--

Is there someplace
you'd like me to drop you?
You heading someplace?

-Sunnydale.
-I'm going there myself.

I ain't never been,
but I expect we can find
a police station or--

I just need to get
to Revello Drive.

Um, but thanks,
uh, Father--

Call me Caleb.
Never was nobody's daddy.

I'm Shannon.
Well, Shannon,

you feel like telling me
why those freaky Joes
were after you?

I'm not sure.

Well, do you ever think that
maybe they were chasing you
because you're a whore?

-What?
-Now, I know
what you're thinking.

Crazy preacher man,
spouting off at the mouth

about the Whore of Babylon
or some such.

That ain't me.
I'm not here
to lecture you.

I mean, what's the point?
My words just curdle
in your ears.

Wouldn't take in
a thing.

Head filled with
so much filth that...

ain't no room
for words of truth.

Well, you know
what you are, Shannon?

-Dirty.
-What? I'm not.

Now, now, now, now, now,
there's no blame here.

Now, you were born dirty.
Born without a soul.

Born with that gaping maw
wants to open up,
suck out a man's marrow.

Makes me puke to
think too hard on it.

Yeah, that there door
is problematical.

I don't know as I could
recommend stepping out
at this speed anyway.

You're like as much
to tumble some.

And of course,
there's my boys back there.
They hate to miss a mark.

-Your boys?
-Well, they ain't exactly
my blue-eyed boys.

But, uh,
they're hard workers.

And, uh, they don't
truck with Satan.
That was just me having fun.

Satan is a little man.

(tires squealing)

I don't like
backseat drivers.

Please... don't hurt me.

Well, now is this
the part where you
offer to do anything?

Because I tried
to make it clear to you,

you got nothing
I want to explore.

(screams)
Oh, yeah!

That's it!
Now that's a cleansin' fire!
Hallelujah!

(gasping)

Now, if I'm not mistaken,
there's a car
a little ways behind us.

And I do believe there's
some folk in it going
the same place you are.

Now, I want you to deliver
a message for me,
but it's not for them.

It's for the other one.

The one and only,
the original, accept-
no-substitutes Slayer.

Would you tell her
something for me?

Yes.

Thank you, Shannon.
(clattering)

(grunts)

(indistinct whispering)

Now, let's see
what we can't do
about that door.

(gasps, grunting)

(tires skid)

Are you okay?
Can you hear me?

Can you talk?

This girl's bleeding badly.
We have to get her
to the hospital.

Yep, I guess I'm back
in Sunnydale.

(theme music playing)

I know it's hard.

I haven't
been able to sleep
the last few nights.

Hey, listen.
It's gonna be okay.

Buffy knows
what she's doing.

She's not gonna send you
into battle until she's sure
you're ready for action.

That's just it, though.
How will I know I'm ready
for action?

You have to trust us.

I'm so scared, Xander.

And I'm so young.

Well, believe it or not,
I was younger than you
when I started all this.

There's just so much
I haven't done.
So much I need to do.

It's, like, I never had
a real boyfriend, you know?

Yeah?

I've never been with a man.

I could die tomorrow,

and I've never
been with a man.

Well, um--

I've never been
with a man before either.

Colleen.

I've never been with her
in front of a man before.

I've never been with her
in front of a man either.

(gulps)
Um--

Xander--

We can't.
We're so scared.

-The others might hear us.
-No, they won't.

They're okay.

(girls laughing, screaming)

RONA: Xander! Xander!

What?
God dammit!

What's going on?
I was sleeping.

Dominique has the stomach flu,
and the toilet bowl
is backed up.

I'll be right out.
Got a--

A leg cramp.
(chuckles)

FAITH: You sure she's one of us?

She don't look
like much now.

Not a Potential
Slayer, I mean.
Don't know.

Seems to fit, though.
We'll know more
when she regains consciousness.

If she regains
consciousness. Girl's
been gutted like a catfish.

Yeah.

Something's killing girls
all over the world, trying
to end the Slayer line.

Thing like that,
figure I might get
a heads-up.

Faith.
Guess it doesn't
really matter,

as long as you've got
the true Slayer intact.

You were in prison.
We figured you were
safe there.

Yeah, that's prison.
Safe as a kitten.
Sorry.

I don't know much
about the big house.
Was it--

I mean, did something
happen in there?

Someone came at me
with a nasty-looking knife.

Didn't really know why,
until now.

-Faith, we didn't--
-Forget it. It's cool.
I get by.

What are we gonna
do about her?

Uh, I guess
we should find Buffy,
tell her what's going on.

I-i tried calling home.
Dawn said she's out patrolling.

Hm. Let's go
look for her.

Cemetery's
more fun anyway.
Wait.

Somebody should wait here
in case she wakes up.

-Fine. Sit tight.
I'll be back.
-W-Wait.

Uh, maybe you
meeting Buffy alone
isn't the best idea.

You told her the sitch, right?
She's knows I'm coming.

Probably been up all night
hanging streamers.

Yeah, but it's not like
you're study buddies exactly.

Um, maybe it'd be better
if I eased her
into the whole thing.

I can't stay here, Willow.
Spent way too much time
in hospitals. We don't click.

Don't worry. I'm sure we'll
all get along just fine.

(panting)

(grunts)

(punch lands)

What you wanna do
to her, vamp, huh?

Something like this?

Nice punch
you got there.

Let me guess.
Leather pants,

nice right cross,
doe eyes,

holier-than-thou glower--
you must be Faith.

Oh, goody, I'm famous.
No. Told
you were comin'.

Bit of
a misunderstanding here.

I'm--
Spike. Yeah,
we've met before.

We have?
I don't think we--

Bloody hell,
what are you doing?
I'm on your side.

Yeah? Maybe you haven't heard.
I've reformed.

So have I.
I reformed way before
you did.

Stop... hitting... me!

-We're on the same side.
-Please. Do you think
I'm stupid?

Well, yeah.

You were attacking
that girl.

Sorry, Faith.
I didn't realize
that was you.

It's all right, B.
Luckily you still punch
like you used to.

-You okay?
-Yeah. Terrific.

You're protecting vampires?
Are you the bad Slayer now?

-Am I the good Slayer now?
-He's with me. He has a soul.

-Oh, he's like Angel?
-No.

-BUFFY: Sort of.
-I am nothing like Angel.

He fights on my side,
which is more than I can say
for some of us.

Yeah, well, if he's so good,
what's he doing chasing down
defenseless--

-That's one of the bad guys.
-You should make them
wear signs.

May I? Thanks.

Angel's dull as
a table lamp. And we have
very different coloring.

Okay, catching up.
Anything else I gotta know?

Nice to have you back.

Whoa, memory lane.
Same old house.

Yeah, well, every piece
of furniture has been destroyed
and replaced since you left,

so, actually, new house.

DAWN: Buffy?

BUFFY: We have a new houseguest.

Hey, got a spare bed
for a wanted fugitive?

Hello, Faith.
Huh.

Huh. I guess "wanted"
wasn't really accurate.

DAWN: Does she have
to stay here?

'Cause there's
some nice hotels that welcome
try-to-kill-your-sister types.

Check it out.
Brat's all woman-sized.

Look. I need to get
to the hospital.

Some girl was attacked
on her way into town.
She think she might be a--

We know.
Willow's been calling.

She's still there.
She's gonna call
if the girl wakes up.

Fine.

Well, Faith,
so we better, um,

see if we can find someplace
to squeeze you in for the night.

Not all that tension
was about you.

Giles was part of a plan
to kill me.

For Buffy's own good.

Well, that makes me
feel better about me.

Worse about Giles.

Kinda shaky about you.

Drink of this,

for it is my blood.

You know, I always loved
the story of the Last Supper.

The body and blood of Christ
becoming rich red wine.

I recall as a boy, though,
I couldn't help but think,

"What would happen
if you were at the Last Supper
and you ordered the white?"

A nice oaky chardonnay
or white zin?

I mean, would he make that
out of his lymph or some-all?

Never did bring it up.

Suppose there was a reason
why I never spent too long

in one parish.

Just looking for answers.

Just looking for the Lord
in the wrong damn places.

And then you showed me
the light.

FIRST/BUFFY: Do you
think I'm God?

I certainly do not.
I am beyond concepts like that.

But you still wear
the outfit.

Man can't turn his back
on what he come from.

Besides, black is slimming.
Everyone knows that.

Well, how do you like
what I'm wearing?

Just another dirty girl.
And since you only dress up
in dead folk,

I'm guessing one who's
already been paid her wage.

Look hard.

What do you see?

Strength.

And the loneliness
that comes with real strength.

Nothing about my pert
and bouncy hairdo?

-You're her.
-The Slayer.

At long last.

All this time...

all the work
I've done for you--

blowin' up the council,

organizing
the Ray Charles Brigade
and sticking all them splits.

You never showed me.
Well, you've earned it.

And you'll be
meeting her soon.
Am I right?

Oh, yeah, yeah,
she'll get the message.

And what makes you
so sure she'll come?

Curiosity.

A woman's first sin.
I offer her an apple.

What can she do
but take it?

I'll see you soon.

ANDREW: Faith.
Her name alone invokes awe.

Faith. A set of principles
or beliefs

upon which you're
willing to devote your life.

The dark Slayer.
A lethal combination
of beauty, power, and death.

For years and years,
or to be more accurate, months,

Faith fought
on the side of good,
terrorizing the evil community.

But like so many
tragic heroes,

Faith was seduced
by the lure of the dark side.

She wrapped evil around her

like a large evil
Mexican serape.

She became
a cold-blooded killer.

Nobody was immune
to her trail of destruction.

Not friends, not family,
not even the most pacifist
and logical of races.

AMANDA: What the hell
are you talking about?

I thought Faith killed
a volcanologist.

(chuckles)

Silly... silly... Amanda.

Why would Faith kill a person
who studies Vulcans?

He studied volcanoes.
He was a professor?

Ah, yes.
Well, regardless.

I thought you
weren't supposed to
be doing this anymore.

Making up stories?
I'm not.

This is true.

Except for that possible
word misunderstanding.

There are--
there are things
you need to know about.

Faith has a history
not to be taken lightly.

She's a killer.
Never forget that.

You must stay on guard
around Faith at all times.

Your very lives
may depend on it.

(in Chinese)

(chattering)
(bell rings)

You look better.
No, I don't.

No, you don't.
But I'll be okay.

Unless, of course,
you start beating
up on me now.

I won't.

Well, I thought about it.
I made some doodles.

As far as I'm concerned,
we're on even ground.

I meant what I said.

I don't have time
for your vendetta.

But I need you
in this fight.

I want you on my side.

Thanks.
That means a lot.

So, we're good?

-Absolutely.
-(sighs)

-You're fired.
-What?

Effective immediately.

You're firing me?

Wha-- I just refrained
from kicking your ass.

Buffy, there's
nothing here for you.

I mean, people
are leaving town.

Half the kids don't even
bother showing up anymore.

You've got things
to deal with that are
much worse than anything here.

Look at the big picture.
Right.

The big picture.

The one with the big war
and all the dead little girls.

Not dead. Not dead.
Not if you get them ready.

I don't want to
lead them into war.

It can't be the right thing.

Most wars aren't,
you know?

Some of these girls
haven't even been tested
in battle.

Then, I guess,
maybe you should test them.

Couldn't I just come
to work part-time?

I could make fliers
for encounter groups and post
them up all over the school.

And you're fired again.

Remember, Buffy,
the mission's what matters.

(door opens)
(girls giggling)

(sighs)

SPIKE: You craving a moment
alone in the dank?

-Or can I bum one?
-(chuckles)

Well, I guess you can
smoke all you want.

Big "C"
not really an issue?

Teeth get yellow
after an eternity.
Gotta watch that.

Huh.

Right. It's not
what it looks like.

Hey, to each
his own, man.

This one guy I ran with,
he liked me to dress up
like a schoolgirl

and take this friggin' bullwhip,
and I'd be like--

I got dangerous
for a while.

-Was this before the soul
or after?
-After, but I got over it.

In case you're feeling
all dust-happy again
after your long incarceration.

Well, not if you're
all repenty.
Takes the fun out of it.

(girls laughing)
(clattering, glass breaks)

(stretches)
no more Starbucks
for the wannabes, man.

They've been spazzing
for, like, hours.
Yeah.

It does get a bit much
up there.

They're good girls.
Just green, is all.

So, why aren't you
up there, imparting?

That's Buffy's thing.
Anyway, I just spent
a good stretch of time

locked away with
a mess of female types.

-Kinda had my fill.
-Hm.

But you waited until
Angel needed your help
to bust out of jail.

Three squares,
a nice weight room,
movie every third Sunday.

-It could have been worse.
-What movie?

The last one was Glitter.

I guess it couldn't
have been worse.

You had the power
to walk away anytime.

Nothing to stop you.

I stopped me.

I got dangerous
for a while.

You over it?

More or less.

I pull for
the good guys now.
What's the less?

-The usual stuff.
-Such as?

I was thinking about
looking up the guy
with the bullwhip.

Long incarceration.

You could do better.
Schoolgirl thing's old hat.

It's all old hat, man.

Every guy's got
some wack fantasy.

Scratch the surface
of any granola-type dude,

naughty nurses
and horny cheerleaders.

-I figure if you
can't beat 'em--
-Join 'em.

-Just don't forget who's on top.
-That I suspect would be you.

You got that right.

I've met you before,
you know.

Mm. Yeah, you made
a great impression
on my chin.

Not in the graveyard.
Before that.

I was kind of wearing
a different body.
Really?

You seemed okay with it.

The body swap,
with Buffy.

She fill you in
on that whole deal?
She told me it went down.

Failed to mention
who was driving
her skin around.

I may have said
a few things.

Like you could
ride me at a gallop
till my knees buckled.

Squeeze me till I pop
like warm champagne.

It's not the kind of thing
a man forgets.

Should have known
it wasn't Blondie
behind the wheel.

-She'd never throw down
like that.
-Oh, you have been away.

Don't even tell me
little miss tightly wound's
been getting her naughty on?

-Not of late.
-Wow.

Everybody's just
full of surprises.

Hey, B.

Well, it's nice
to see you two
getting along so well.

Yeah. Uh, you just know
all the cool vampires.

-Yeah.
-Hey, aren't you usually
at work about now?

I kinda decided
to cut back on my hours.

(door opens)
DAWN: Buffy, is that you?

Down here.

Figured I'd be better off
focusing on what's going on
around here.

Buffy, Willow just called
from the hospital.

The girl's awake.

He was a minister,
or something.

At least he dressed
like one.

I thought he was trying to
save me, at first.

He-- He picked you up
on the side of the road?

Bringers were chasing me.

He said
they were his boys.

Right before he burned me.

(camera beeps)

He wanted to
tell you something.

Before he cut me,

he told me to give
the Slayer a message.

-What is it?
-He said,

"I have something of yours."

We've got a new player in town.
Dresses like a preacher.

Calls himself Caleb.

Looks like he's working
for The First.

He's taunting us,
calling us out.

Says he's got
something of mine.

Could be another girl.
Could be something else.

Don't know.
Don't care.

I'm tired of talking.
I'm tired of training.

He's got something of mine?
Fine.

I'm getting it back.

And you guys
are coming with me.

CALEB: You're searching
for something, girl.
What would that be now?

Oh, you.
I was looking for you.

That right?

I heard you speaking
tonight. Preachin'.

I felt your words
go straight to me.

Well, the truth is like
a sword, isn't it, girl?
It cuts deep.

Mm. Yeah.

The words I use
got a power to 'em.

Power now.
They're not just words.
They're truth.

They brought me here.
They called you.

Know why?
Because you're human.

You got your urges.

A woman's got hers.
A man's got his.

Our whole race
can be so damnably weak.

And that's why
we seek the strength,

the power.

It's not wrong
to be drawn to the power,
is it, Preacher?

Oh, no, child.
It's not wrong.

(girl gasps)

Just human.

(sighs)

Oh. Most people don't like
visits from their dead,
you know.

Heathens.
No appreciation
for life's pleasures.

Do it again.

I take requests.

One of those Potentials
you killed perhaps.

No. Save them for later.
I'm in more of an old
memory lane kind of mood.

Back before I met you,
there was this choir girl
in Knoxville

I used to give
singing lessons to.

Oh, she even
screamed on-key.
Show me her.

All these girls,
they followed you willingly.

-You tricked them.
-I only told them the truth.

As for following,
well, that seems to be
what they do best.

We need to start arming
the girls. I wanna be ready
to move when we find him.

We don't even know
where we're going.

That's why I figured
we'd do a little recon first.
You up for it?

-Point me where you want me.
-And you're certain this is
the best course of action.

You don't even know
what this man has of yours.

If he, in fact,
has anything.

It could be a girl.
A Potential trying
to get to us.

It could be a stapler.

-I'm going in anyway.
-With the girls?

Most of whom have yet
to be in the field,

let alone in
a life-or-death situation.

Then it's time we test them.
Look, I'll just take the ones
that have been here the longest.

-The rest can stay behind.
-Could be that's just
what he wants you to do.

-The old bait and switch.
-Yeah, he lures us away

and then kills the girls
we leave behind.

I know.
That's why I need you
to stay here with them.

You're my most powerful
weapon, Wil.

I know you can keep them safe
if anything happens.

An unknown man
breezes into town,
says he has something of yours.

Buffy, this thing's got "trap"
written all over it.

He won't be expecting
a full attack,
not this soon.

-That's why we have to move.
-We know nothing about this man.

We cannot go
into battle unprepared.
We have to have more time.

Giles, we don't have time,
and you're not
going into battle.

I need you to stay behind
with the others.

Help the girls
who still need a teacher.

FAITH: No eyes,
but look at him go.

They got sonar
or something?

Or something I guess.
Pretty good when they attack.

They just roam free
around town?

Well, normally,
they show up out of nowhere,

and then either
stab or get stabbed,
and then they run off.

Looks like this guy
wants to be found.

Adds weight to the whole
"it's a trap" theory.

I am through waiting around
for people to attack us.

Hey, I'm with you.
Drop me in the hornets' nest.
What the hell.

(sighs)

You got
a rough sitch here,

trying to turn
a bunch of little girls
into an army.

They're Potential Slayers,
just like we were.

Right. Maybe they'll do
as good as us.

They're getting better.

I'll work with them.
Some of them
seem real eager.

Fashion disasters?
Yeah. But they're
ready to fight.

Why did you come back?

Willow said
you needed me.

Didn't give it
a lot of thought.
Do you--

Am I getting you want me
to be not here?

No. That's not
what I meant.

(sighs)
I'm glad that you're here.

It's good.
Thank you.

No problem.

You know me,
all about the good deeds.

Willow said
you helped out Angel.

Yeah.
He says hi.

Really?
Sure.

How is he?

Better. I had to do
this whole magical
mind-walk with him.

-You were in Angel's mind?
-Buffy.

What is this place?
Look.

There's more of them.

FAITH: I think we just found
our hornets' nest.

Let's get the cavalry.

Now, remember,
we're looking for
killing blows only, people.

So chest and throat,
if it's a vampire.

Stomach, chest, and face
if it's a Bringer.

What if it's something else?
Could happen.

Something otherworldly.

And here's a handy rule.
Don't go for
the flashy tentacles

just because
they're waving them about,
trying to get attention.

Go for the center--
brain, heart, eyes.
Everything's got eyes.

-DAWN: Except the Bringers.
-Except the Bringers.

I don't want there
to be tentacles.
I'm not good with squishy.

I don't care
if it's Godzilla.
I wanna get in this thing.

Godzilla is mostly
Tokyo-based, so he's
probably a no-show.

Besides, Matthew Broderick
can kill Godzilla.
How tough is he?

Xander?
Matthew Broderick
did not kill Godzilla.

He killed the big,
dumb lizard that was not
the real Godzilla.

You people
are even crazier than her.

Than who?
Buffy, man.

I mean, taking us
right into the bad guy's lair?

Well, that's where,
generally speaking,
you'd go to find the bad guy.

And I don't think
you came here
to fight plaque.

No, I came here
for protection.

Well, you signed on
to fight with--
Look. I know.

But this plan
is trouble.

Okay? Buffy doesn't care
how many of us
she puts in danger.

Let me tell you something
about Buffy.

-In fact, you should
all listen to this.
-Uh, we kinda were.

I've been through
more battles with Buffy
than you all can ever imagine.

She stopped everything
that's ever come up against her.

She's laid down her life,
literally, to protect
the people around her.

This girl has died two times.
And she's still standing.

You're scared? That's smart.
You got questions? You should.

But you doubt her motives,
you think Buffy's
all about the kill,

then you take
the little bus to battle.

I've seen her heart,
and this time not literally,

and I'm telling you right now,
she cares more about your lives
than you will ever know.

You gotta trust her.

She's earned it.

Damn. I never knew
you were that cool.

Well, you always were
a little slow.
I get that now.

All right, let's saddle up.

Okay, set up a perimeter.
Guard the door.

I don't want anything
getting in behind us.

My team goes in first.
We check the place out.
You guys are our safety net.

If this place is a trap,
we give the signal, you guys
come in, guns a-blazing.

So, what's the signal?

-I'm thinking
lots and lots of yelling.
-Got it.

Shall we?

What is this place?

-Looks like an old vineyard.
-An evil vineyard, huh?

Like Falcon Crest.

Stay alert, you guys.
Bringers are here somewhere.

Just need to
find out where.

SPIKE: Shouldn't be too hard.

Well, now.

You girls are just burning
with righteousness, aren't you?

Problem is, you think
you're blazing like suns,

when really you're
burning like matchsticks
in the face of the darkness.

You having fun?
Now, I hope my boys
haven't worn you out too much.

I need you fit
for when I purify you.

Save the sermon, Padre.
I heard you have
something of mine.

Well, I do now.

You liked my little message,
did you?

You know, I ruined
a perfectly good knife
on that girl.

Got her soiled blood
all over the place.
I may need to get a new truck.

So, you're the Slayer.

The Slayer.
The strongest, the fastest,
the most aflame,

with that most precious
invention of all mankind--
the notion of goodness.

Well, the Slayer must
indeed be powerful.

So, what else you got?

(roars)

KENNEDY: Let's go!

Kennedy!

Miss, I do believe
you have your own problems
you should be worried about.

(bones crack)

(laughing)

-(groans)
-CALEB: Oh, good.
There's more of you.

Buffy!

Well, you're
the other one, aren't you?
The Cain to her Abel?

No offense meant
to Cain, of course.

-Never was much
for the good book.
-Oh, it has its moments.

Paul has some good stuff,
for instance.

But overall,
I find it a tad complicated.

I like to
keep things simple.

Good folk, bad folk.

Clean folk, dirty folk.
(bones crack)

-No!
-Yes.

Xander.
Buffy.

Get them out of here.
We have to retreat.
Do it!

What can I say?
I work in mysterious ways.

Also some fairly
straightforward ones.

We are leaving.

Are you okay?
Let's go. Come on.

Let's go! Come on!

You're the one
who sees everything,
aren't you?

Well, let's see
what we can't do about that.

(yelling)

Xander!

Come on. Get up.

CALEB: Now,
it's a simple story.

Stop me if you've heard it.

I have found
and truly believe

that there's nothing so bad,
it cannot be made better
with a story.

And this one's got
a happy ending.

There once was a woman.

And she was foul,
like all women.

For Adam's rib was dirty,
just like Adam himself.

For what was he, but human.

But this woman,
she was filled...

with darkness and despair.

And why?
Because she did not know.
She could not see.

She didn't know
the good news.

The glory that was coming?
That'd be you.

For the kingdom, the power,
and the glory are yours,

now and forever.

You show up,
they'll get in line.

Because they followed her.

And all they have to do
is take one more step,

and I'll kill them all.

See? I told you
it had a happy ending.

Grr! Arrgh!