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In every generation
there is a chosen one.

She alone will stand
against the vampires,

the demons,
and the forces of darkness.

She is the slayer.

I will be whole.

I will be new.

♪ Learning
to love yourself ♪

♪ Is the greatest ♪

♪ Love of all ♪

♪ I decided long ago ♪

♪ Never to walk
in anyone's shadow ♪

♪ If I fail ♪

♪ If I succeed ♪

Thank you, cordelia.

That... that's going to be lovely.

But I didn't do the part
with the sparklers.

Um, we'll, um, save that
for the dress rehearsal.

Lisa!

Please!

Ahh! If it isn't
the great producer.

Had to see this to believe it.

- Oh, you 3.
- The school talent show.

However did you finagle
such a primo assignment?

Our new fuhrer... Mr. snyder.

I think they call them
principals now.

He thought it would behoove me

to have more contact
with the students.

I did try to explain that my
vocational choice of librarian

was a deliberate attempt
to minimize said contact,

but he would have none of it.

Giles, into every generation

is born one who must run the
annual talentless show.

You cannot escape your destiny.

If you had any...
A shred of decency,

you would have participated
or at least, um... Helped.

Nah! I think I'll take on your
traditional role and watch.

- And mock.
- And laugh.

Okay, I think maybe we
better leave our Mr. giles

to this business he calls show.

Ohh! Principal snyder.

So, we think school
events are stupid,

and we think authority figures
are to be made fun of?

No, no, we don't.
Well, unless you do.

And we think our afternoon
classes are optional.

All 3 of you
left campus yesterday.

Well, yeah, but we
were fighting a demon...

- Fighting?
- Not fighting.

No. We left to
avoid fighting.

Principal snyder:
Real antisocial types.

You need to integrate
into this school, people.

I think I just found 3 eager new
participants for the talent show.

What?
No.

- Please.
- I've been watching you 3,

always getting into one
scrape or another.

Well, we're really, really sorry.
But about the talent show,

please, you can't make us.

My predecessor
Mr. flutie

may have gone in for all that
touchy/feely relating nonsense,

but he was eaten.

You're in my world now,

and sunnydale has touched
and felt for the last time.

Can I just mention
that detention

is a time-honored form
of punishment?

I know the 3 of you

will come up with a wonderful
act for the school to watch...

And mock...

And laugh...

At.

No! No.

Ehh...
Ehh...

Ehh.

Thank you.

Ew, dummy.

Duh-ow!
Mime!

I think dummies
are cute. You don't?

Ew. They give me the wig,
ever since I was little.

What happened?

I saw a dummy,
it gave me the wig.

There really
wasn't a story there.

Hi. I'm Morgan.

And I'm sid!

Hey, Morgan...

Would you like
to tell some jokes?

Would I.

As a matter of fact, it is.

It's also a wood nose
and a wood mouth.

Heh heh heh heh!

I didn't sleep
at all last night.

All right. Time out.

Let's stop this before
someone gets hurt.

Kid, you are the worst.

Even I can see your lips move.

Hey, come on, sid.
You're spoiling my act.

I worked on these jokes
for weeks.

You call those jokes?

My jockey shorts are made
out of better material.

Ha ha ha!

And they're edible.

Ha ha ha!
Ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha!

There. You see?

I'm sure you 3 can come up with
something equally exciting.

Is anybody there?

Hello?

Hello?

Aah!

Demonic voice:
I will be flesh.

I reach into the hat

and out comes...
Uh...

Has anybody seen a rabbit?

I can't do this.

Xander, come on.

I... i can't.
I have my pride.

Okay, I don't have
a lot of my pride,

but I have enough so
that I can't do this.

A dramatic scene
is the easiest way

to get through the talent show

because it doesn't
require a natural talent.

But we have talent.
We can do stuff. Buffy, uh...

What am I going to do,
slay vampires on stage?

Maybe in a funny way.

Willow, you can do
stuff. Uh... The piano.

You play?

A little.

Well, that's cool.

You could accompany us,
and we could attempt to sing.

Oh. In front
of other people?

Then, no, I don't play.

Whatever happened
to corporal punishment?

Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!

Look at the goodies.

Morgan, you're really
getting good.

Where did you come up
with that voice?

It's kind of an
imitation of my dad.

Sounds real.
It is real.

I'm the one
with the talent here.

The kid's dead weight.

How about you and I do a little
rehearsing on our own, honey?

- Uh, hey.
- You know what they say:

Once you go wood,
nothing's as good.

Okay, Morgan, we get the joke.

Horny dummy. Ha ha.
It's very funny,

but you might want to consider
getting some new shtick

unless you want your prop
ending up as a duraflame log.

Kids today need discipline.

It's not a popular word
these days: Discipline.

I know principal flutie
would have said,

"kids need understanding.
Kids are human beings."

That's the kind of
woolly-headed liberal thinking

that leads to being eaten.

I think perhaps

it was a little more
complex than, um...

This place has
quite a reputation:

Suicide, missing persons...

Spontaneous
cheerleader combustion.

You can't put up with that.

You've got to keep an eye
on the bad element...

Like those 3.

Kids...

I don't like them.

From now on, you're gonna see a
very different sunnydale high,

a tight ship:
Clean, orderly and quiet.

Aah!

What's wrong?
What is it?

Aah!

Ahem.
It was Emily.

Emily? Dancer Emily?

Oh, man.
I hate this school.

It must have happened just
after dress rehearsals.

There was a cross-country
meet at melville.

She never showed up for it.
Vampire?

Uh, I think not.

Giles, share.
What happened?

Her heart was removed.
Yikes.

Does that mean anything
to you besides, "ooh"?

There are various demons

which feed off
human hearts, but, uh...

Buffy: But demons
have claws and teeth.

They got no use
for a big ol' knife.

Which more than likely
makes our murderer...

Human. Did I mention
that I hate this school?

So Emily was killed
by a regular human person?

The evidence certainly
points that way.

No. Wait.

I'm not buying, you guys.

I mean, remember the hellmouth?

Mystical activity
is totally rife here.

This, to me, says demon.

I'd like to think you're right.

A demon is a creature of evil,
pure and very simple.

A person driven to kill is, um...

It's more complex.

The creep factor
is also heightened.

It could be anyone.
It could be me.

It's not, though.

Demon or no, we have
some investigating to do.

I suggest we start with your
talent show compatriots.

One of them may have been
the last to see her alive.

I didn't know her too well.

There's that whole dancer/band
rivalry, you know?

I've heard about that.

But I did speak to her a little
the day that... yesterday.

- How did she seem?
- She was happy, I guess.

She was psyched to be doing the show.
She was a really good dancer.

Here. Pick a card.
Uh, um...

No! Wait, wait, wait!
Not that one.

Pick this one.

Do you remember the
last time you saw her?

- She was talking to someone.
- Who?

That smart guy,
the one with the dummy.

What's his name?
Morgan?

Yeah. That's it.
He was acting kind of strange.

Strange how?

It's just such a tragedy for me.

Emma was, like, my best friend.
Emily.

Well, Morgan's just strange.

He's always rubbing his
head a lot and moaning...

Especially the other day.

He seemed kind of paranoid,
looking around at everyone.

And I think I saw him
arguing with his dummy.

All I can think is
"it could have been me."

We can dream.

Right now, you and me
gotta be on the lookout,

figure out who's gonna be next.

How are we supposed to...

Morgan: Hi.

Hello.

I was just working
on throwing my voice.

Morgan, did you notice anything weird
going on around here yesterday?

Weird?
What do you mean?

With Emily.
Did she say anything to you?

Was she arguing with anyone?

No. She was dancing.

Sid and I were talking.

Talking?
Rehearsing.

So you didn't notice
anything weird that...

- Oh!
- Morgan, are you okay?

Look, sweetheart,
he answered your question.

Now, leave him alone.

Okay, Morgan, how about
talking to me yourself now?

He said all he's gonna say.

It's okay, sid.
We're done.

I'm sorry. Look, I didn't
mean to make you mad.

No. I'm...

It's him.

He's...

We have to go.

Cute couple.

Next time, we split up.
Someone else is on cordy detail.

5 more minutes with her, and we
would have had another organ donor.

I think I had a bit more luck.

Everyone I talked to seemed to point
their fingers at the same person.

Morgan?
Morgan.

We have a winner.

I fear I was led
to the same conclusion.

Well, what do we do?
We don't slay him, right?

We want to bring him to justice.

We could set up a
complex sting operation

where we get him to confess.

- I should wear a wire.
- Whoa! Hey, you guys.

All we know is that Morgan
is a grade "a" large weirdo.

That doesn't lead
directly to murderer.

The guy talks to his puppet.

And for his puppet.

Well, yeah, but what about the
whole it's-a-demon theory?

I'm looking into that, but my
investigation is somewhat hampered

by a life in the theater.

Uh, priority check, giles:

Talent show... murder.

Yeah. We can't do a talent show.
It's unthinkable.

I'm not able to think it.

Principal snyder is watching
us all very closely.

Now, if he chooses, he can make all
our lives extremely difficult.

A slayer cannot afford that.

We will find this murderer,
but, in the meantime,

the show must go on.

- This is so unfair.
- Buffy, you watch Morgan.

Check his locker, see if
there's anything there.

- Like a heart?
- Or something.

All right.

I'll pull up his locker number.

Can I still wear a wire?

Okay.

2 to the left...

3 to the right...

Ohh!
Principal snyder.

What are you doing?
Uh, looking for something.

School hours are over.

You, therefore, should be gone.

And I'm going any minute now.

There are things
I will not tolerate:

Students loitering
on campus after school,

horrible murders with
hearts being removed,

and also smoking.

Well, I don't do any of
those things, not ever.

There's something
going on with you.

I'll figure it out
sooner or later.

Do you need something here?

Oh. Yeah. Right.

Um, a friend wanted me to get
something out of his case.

He must have taken it and
just forgotten to tell me.

Mm-hmm.

Get along home now.
It's late.

No. I can't do it.
It's the only way.

I don't want... she's the one.

But... you saw what she
did, how strong she is.

I know, but... she's the last.

Just this one more,
and I'll be free.

I won't.
I will.

Hi, hon. How's it going
with the talent show?

- It'll be over soon.
- It can't be that bad.

I, for one, am looking
forward to seeing your act.

Seeing? In the sense
of actually attending?

- Of course.
- Oh, no, mom. You can't.

I mean, if I know you're
out there watching,

I'll freeze up, stage fright.

But I want to support
what you're doing.

Look, mom, if you really love me

and want to show your support,

you'll stay away...
Far away.

Honey, is there... is there
something bothering you?

I mean besides
your fabulous debut?

Nothing.

There's just a lot
going on right now.

Well, get some sleep.

You'll feel better
in the morning.

Good plan.

Ooh.

Aah!

Honey, what is it?

In the bed, in the covers,
there's something.

Where?

There's something there.

Well, there's nothing there now.

Are you sure you didn't
have a nightmare?

No! There's some...
There is...

Uhh! Yeah.

You're probably right.

Oh, I'm sorry I got you up.

Don't worry about it. I
was dreaming about bills.

Sweetheart, you shouldn't go
to sleep with the window open.

I didn't.

And my lovely assistant
steps into the box.

And...

Behold.

You were supposed to leave.

I don't understand why I have to
follow Brett and his stupid band.

Because we have to clear their
equipment before the finale.

I told you.

But the mood,
it'll be all wrong.

My song is about dignity
and human feelings

and personal...

Hygiene or something.

Anyway, it's sappy.

No one is going to be feeling sappy
after all that rock and roll.

Eh. What?

Oh, I'm sorry.
Um, your hair, uh...

There's something wrong
with my hair?

Oh, my god.

Xander was right.
It worked like a charm.

Hello.

You're looking a bit
worse for, uh, oh...

What exactly are you
the worst for?

Where's Morgan?
Uh, right.

I haven't seen him.
Did he do something to you?

No, it was his... sid, the dummy.

Everybody look at me
like I'm in a bunny suit

'cause that's how stupid
I feel saying this.

I think sid was
in my room last night.

- With Morgan?
- No, he was alone...

And alive.

- Did you see him?
- Well, I saw something.

It ran across my floor, under
my bed, and then it attacked me.

Attacked you? How?

It was like it
pounced on my face.

- Like a cat?
- Yeah, exactly.

But when I turned the lights on, it was
already gone. I think it went out my window.

- Like a cat.
- Yeah... no!

It was sid, the dummy.

Or possibly the nightmare of somebody
who had dummies on her mind.

You did say they creep you out.

Excuse me. Can I have a little
support here, please?

I'm not just some crazy person.
I'm the slayer.

The dummy slayer?

There's nothing funny
about that.

Well, on the side of the
Morgan's-just-crazy theory,

there is...

Well... morgan.

I'd like to see Morgan without his
better half for a few minutes.

Bet he could tell me something.

Oh, if it's any consolation,

I may have found
a possible demon culprit.

There's a reference in here
to a brotherhood of 7 demons

who take the form
of young humans.

Every 7 years, these
demons need human organs...

A brain and a heart...
To maintain their humanity.

Otherwise they revert back
to their original form,

which is, uh,
slightly less appealing.

So Morgan could still be
the guy, only demon Morgan

instead of crazy Morgan.

It's said that these demons
are preternaturally strong,

a-a-and Morgan is...

Well, he seems to be
getting weaker every day.

It was as a result of this
that president Monroe

put forth the eponymous,
meaning named after oneself,

Monroe doctrine,

which, in one sense, established the U.S.
as a local peace keeper.

Looks like someone digs you.
That's adorable.

You and the dummy could
tour in the freak show.

Okay, who can tell me how Spain
responded to this policy?

Morgan.

Morgan?

What?

Morgan has other things
on his mind.

Give me your puppet.

I'll put him away.

You'll get it back after school.

Okay, then, in the first part
of the 19th century...

Sid: I'm still
watching you.

Morgan, that is enough!

Mrs. Jackson.
Morgan.

You said you'd give me...

Oh, of course.

You know, I wanted to ask you,

is everything okay
at home, here at school?

Yeah, it's great.

I feel like you've become
a little detached.

You're one of the brightest kids
I've seen in a long time,

but lately it seems like
you're not all there.

Try not to let other
things get in the way.

Okay!
Can I get sid now?

Sure.

- It's gone.
- Gone?

What do you mean "gone"?

- Where could he have gone?
- I put it right here.

He knew to wait for me.
He knew I'd be back.

- What do you mean "he"?
- What did you do with him?

Where is he?

Where did you get that?

Oh, I took it out
of Mrs. Jackson's cupboard.

I thought you said you wanted to
be able to speak to Morgan alone.

Well, Morgan's alone
and, uh, sid's with me.

Hi, Buffy.
Hi, Willow.

Would you like to hear
some off-color jokes?

I really don't think you
should be doing that.

What? Come on.

- I'm not real.
- Xander, quit it.

He's not real.

I think our demonstration
proves that, uh, sid...

Is wood.

Now, why don't you
go find Morgan

and prove he's...
Whatever he is.

- I imagine he's looking for his puppet.
- I'll go find Morgan.

You watch the dummy.

Bye-bye now.
I'm completely inanimate.

Red rum!
Red rum!

What do we do with him?

Eh, I'll keep him company.

Willow, we have some
hunting of our own to do.

Once again I'm banished to the
demon section of the card catalog.

You concentrate
on reanimation theory.

I'll peck about in organ harvesting.
Unless, of course, you prefer...

That's okay.
You can have the organs.

So, I guess it's just
you and me, huh?

That looks more comfortable.

Buffy: Morgan?

Morgan?

Principal snyder.

Looking for something?

Have you seen Morgan shay?

You know, with everything
that's been going on recently,

I'm not sure how safe it is
for a girl like yourself

to be here... alone.

Well, I was just leaving.

And I know how to
take care of myself.

All right then.

Look what I found in the
section on toys and magic.

"On rare occasions, inanimate
objects of human quality,

"such as dolls and mannequins,

"already mystically
possessed of consciousness,

"have acted upon
their desire to become human

by harvesting organs."

Emily's heart.
Morgan's dummy.

Hmm.

Whoa!

What is it?

He's gone.
Sid's gone.

What? Whoa!
Unh!

Morgan?

Morgan.

Demon's got himself a brain.

Uhh.

Whoever's out there,
I'm going to hurt you!

Badly!

If you'll just give me a minute.

Aah!

You win.

Now you can take your heart
and your brain and move on.

I'm sure they would've made
great trophies for your case.

That would've been justice.

Yeah, except for one thing:

You lost and now
you'll never be human.

Yeah, well, neither will you.

What?
What?

Sid: This is what I do.
I hunt demons.

Yeah. You wouldn't know it
to look at me.

Let's just say there was me,

there was a really mean demon,

there was a curse,

and the next thing I know,
I'm not me anymore.

I'm sitting on some guy's knee

with his hand up my shirt.

And ever since then you've
been a living dummy?

The kid here
was right all along.

I should've picked you to team
up with, but I didn't because...

Because you thought
I was the demon.

Who can blame me for thinking?

Look at you.
You're strong,

athletic...

Limber...

Nubile.

I'm back.

In any case,

now that this demon's
got the heart and brain,

he gets to keep the human form
he's in for another 7 years.

It's a welcome change to have someone
else explain all these things.

There were 7 of these guys.
I've killed 6.

If I can get the last one, the curse
will be lifted, and I'll be free.

I'm sure it's someone
in that stupid talent show.

Yeah, but now the demon has what he wants.
He'll be moving on.

So once we know who's
missing from the show...

- We'll know who our demon is.
- The show!

It's going to start.
I'm supposed to be there.

Start pulling everyone's
addresses in the talent show.

If they're not there, maybe
we can catch them at home.

Sid: And you get them
all on stage.

Form the power circle.

Then we can see who's a no-show.

T-t-the what?

The power circle.

You get everyone together,
and you get them revved up.

Right.

How'd he ever get that gig?

15 minutes to curtain, everyone.

Now, 15 minutes.

I... i can't go out there.

All those people staring at me

and judging me like
I'm some kind of... Buffy.

What if I mess up?

Cordelia, there is
an adage that, uh,

if you're feeling nervous,

then you should imagine the entire
audience are in their underwear.

Eww!

Even Mrs. Franklin?
Ugh!

Perhaps not.
Um, all right.

We'll assemble
on the stage in 5 minutes

for the, uh, power thing.

So what's your deal, kid?

I don't figure you
for a demon hunter.

I'm a vampire slayer.

You?
You're the slayer?

Damn. I knew a slayer
in the thirties.

Korean chick. Very hot.

We're talking muscle tone.

Man, we had some times.

Hey, that was
pre-dummy, all right?

I was a guy.

So you kill the demon and
the curse is lifted, right?

That's the drill.

You don't actually turn
into a prince, do you?

- I... i mean, your body...
- Is dust and bones.

When I say free... you mean dead.

Don't get sniffly on me, sis.

I've lived a lot longer
than most demon hunters.

Or slayers, for that matter.

Of course, if you want to
snuggle up and comfort me...

So that horny dummy thing
really isn't an act, is it?

Nope!
Yuck.

- Giles: Is everybody here?
- I think so.

Okay, here comes our lineup.

Quickly, everyone, um...

Power circle.

Oh. That's that then.

- Everybody, uh... get ready.
- That's it?

All right.
We're ready.

Hold on.

No one's missing.

So the demon isn't in the show?

It seems not.
Tell the others.

It's nearly curtain. I
must get the show running.

Right.
Right.

Sid?

Sid?

Oh! Aah!

I'm never gonna stop
washing my hands.

So the dummy tells us
that he's a demon hunter,

and we're, like, fine,
la la la la.

He takes off,
and now there's a brain.

Does anybody else feel like
we've been keyser soze'd?

Sid's on the level,
I'm sure of it,

but why would the demon
have rejected the brain?

I mean, I thought Morgan was
the smartest kid in school.

He was. Look at
his grades: All as.

He was even taking
college classes.

- Wait a second.
- What?

All these sick days. He was
off, like, half the year.

Check the school nurse's file.

Look at this.

"In case of emergency,
contact Dr. Dale leggett,

California institute of
neurosurgery, cancer ward."

Brain cancer? That's why
he had all the headaches.

This means that whatever's out there still
needs a healthy, intelligent brain.

In other words, I'm safe.

And it's going to be looking for
the smartest person around.

What?

And then if you calibrate
this unit as a counterweight,

then you could calculate the
specific maximum velocity achieved

before the point of impact.

Gee, Mr. giles,
you're really smart.

Could you do me a favor?

What could a demon
possibly want from me?

What's the square root of 841?
29.

- Oh, yeah.
- Don't worry, Willow.

As long as you're with us,
there's absolutely no way

that demon is going
to get what he wants.

Oh, my.
Pretty cool, huh?

Are you sure there's no one
else who could help you out?

My assistant got sick.
You won't have to say anything.

I'll show you.
Lie down.

H-h-how exactly does it work?

A good magician
never tells his secrets.

Come on. We haven't
got much time.

This is ridiculous!

We can't just sit here and
wait for him to come to us.

We have to figure out
who we're dealing with.

I still vote dummy.

No! So we ruled out the
people in the talent show.

That's because
they were all there,

but that's before
we found the brain.

Right. So it probably
is one of them,

and... and giles doesn't know it.

He's with them all right now!

Giles can handle himself.
I mean, he is really...

Smart.

Giles!

S-s-shouldn't it be aimed
at my neck?

No. This way your scalp
gets sliced off,

and your brains just
come pouring out.

What exactly is the trick?

Trick?

Marc?

M-Marc?

Arrgghh!

Eww!

Aah!

- Where are the keys?
- Marc's got it.

Willow!

Hurry!

How do you lock this thing?

Ooh!

What's happening?

Aah!

Arrgghh!

Sid: I found you!

Let go!

Uh...

I must say, all of you,

your t-timing is impeccable.

Sid: And now
for the big finish.

What are you doing?

It's not enough.

He'll come back.

You have to get the heart.

Then all of this will be over.

Let me.
I got it.

Thanks.
Ugh!

Unh!

It's over.

I don't get it.

What is it, avant-garde?

O ruler of my country, oedipus,

you see our company around the
altar, and I, the priest of Zeus.

Ha! They prophesize that
I should kill my father,

but he is dead and
hidden deep in the soil.

But surely I must fear
my mother's bed.

O oedipus, oedipus,
unhappy oedipus.

That is all I can call you

and all that I ever
shall call you.

Darkness,
and horror of darkness,

unfolding, restless visitant

sped by an ill wind in haste.

Madness and...

Madness and stabbing pain

and... uh, oh...

Oh...

Memory of ill deeds I have done.

Grr. Argh.