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"And on that tragic day, an era
came to its inevitable end."

That's all there is.
Are you ready?

Hit me.

Which of the following

best expresses the theme
of the passage?

A: Violence breeds violence,

B: All things must end,

C...

B. I'm going with B.

We haven't had a B in
forever.

This is the SATs, Buffy,
not connect-the-dots.

Please pay attention.

A low score could seriously harm

your chances
of getting into college.

Gee, thanks. That takes
the pressure right off.

This isn't meant
to be easy, you know.

It's a rite of passage.

Well, is it too late
to join a tribe

where they just pierce something
or cut something off?

Buffy, please concentrate.

Roll!

(growling)
What?

(grunting)

Hmm. I broke
my number two pencil.

We'll have to do this
again sometime.

C: All systems tend
towards chaos.

I just know that us
and the undead

are the only people
in Sunnydale working this late.

MAYOR:
I appreciate you coming.

I realize it is early...

for you...

but I think you'll agree

that this matter is
urgent,
also... delicate.

I'm a very delicate person.

So you feel
you can handle
this?

It's a little
out of my element,

but I can get you
what you need.

I know a beast
who knows a guy.

Are you sure that subcontracting
is the way to go here?

Well, this guy's worked
your town before,

and if he lives
up
to his rep,

this place will be in flames.

I've made certain deals
to get where I am today.

This demon requires
his tribute.

You see,
that's what separates me

from other politicians,
Mr. Trick.

I keep my campaign promises.

(sniffs)

Where'd I put that Scotch?

(wolf howling)

*

And then I was being chased
by an improperly filled-in

answer bubble screaming,
"None of the above!"

Wow. I hope that wasn't
one of your prophecy dreams.

Probably not.

Hey you know,
I took it last year.

I could help you get
ready.

There's this whole trick
to antonyms,
but...

uh, well, this isn't the
place.

Oz is the
highest-scoring person

ever to fail to graduate.

Isn't she cute
when she's proud?

She's always cute.

We could work on it tonight.

Work on what tonight?

Oh, God. Are we killing
something again?

Only my
carefree spirit.

Buffy SAT
Prep.

Oz is helping.
He's the highest-scoring--

We know. We did
the impressed thing already.

I hate they make
us
take that thing.

It's totally fascist,
and
personally,

I think it discriminates
against the
uninformed.

Actually, I'm
looking forward to it.

I do well
on standardized tests.

What? I can't have layers?

So, Buff, study tonight?

Uh, yes on the studying,
no on tonight.

I'm putting in Mom time.

She's been drastic
ever since I got back,

and Giles is even worse.

I'm supervised
24-7.

It's like being in
the Real Wor house, only real.

Hmm. Ooh, candy bars!

Lots of 'em!

Principal Snyder, thank you!

You weren't
visited

by the Ghost of Christmas
Past,
by any chance?

It's band candy.

Let's hear it for
the band, huh? Very generous.

You will sell it to raise money
for the marching band.

They need new uniforms.

Yeah. Those tall,
fuzzy hats ain't cheap, huh?

But they go
with everything.

BUFFY:
I'm sure we love the idea

of going all Willy Loman,
but we're not in the band.

And if I'd handed you
a trombone,

that would've
been
a problem, Summers.

It's candy.

Sell it.

But you're not in the band.

And yet.

Buffy, what would I do
with 40 chocolate bars?

You could hand them out
at the gallery.

"Buy something pre-Columbian,
get a free cavity."

20.

You're a good mom.

I'm the best.

No, I'm pretty sure
the best moms

let their daughters drive.

And yet.

Oh, come on!

Look, let's not have
this conversation.

But I took the class.

I watched the filmstrips
with the blood

and the death and the
corpses.
I'm prepped.

Honey, you failed
the written test.

They wouldn't even let you
take the road test.

That was a year ago,
and I don't test well...

she said,
two days before the SATs.

I spend enough time
not knowing where you are.

I don't want to add to that
the possibility

that you're on
the highway to Chicago.

I can't believe you.

I'm not taking off again.

Besides, if I wanted to,

I could just get on a bus.

Stop. Don't.

I just don't
want you driving, okay?

I want you here.

I'm here. Hmm?
See me here.

Mm-hmm

Mmm... I got to go.

What, you're going out?

Giles.
Slay-study double feature.

Could be late.

Again? Honey,
don't you think Mr. Giles

is monopolizing
an awful lot of your time?

And does he ever say
he's sorry?

Ow!

Sorry.

Why do I put up
with this?

Because it is
your
destiny...

and because I just bought
20 "Cocorific" candy bars.

Okay, you're just doing this
to take funny pictures of me.

I'm doing it to test
your awareness

of an opponent's location

during a fight
in total darkness.

Now, wait five
seconds,

and then throw
the ball at me.

You ran out of new training
ideas about a week ago, huh?

Okay.

Five, four, three,
two, one.

It's not that simple,
is it?

Ow. (clears throat)

Yes, well, very good.

Thanks.

W-Where are you going?
We have to
patrol.

I can't.
Mom's in hyperdrive.

She wants me home tonight.
I told you.

But I...

I know, I know.
She's out of control.

Enjoy the candy.

*

Buffy.

I didn't know
you could do that.

I-I'm feeling better.

Angel

Let's get you inside.

It's late.

How'd you get away?

Oh, it was easy.

Started a fire
in the prison laundry
room.

Rode out
in
the garbage truck.

Oh.

I'm
joking.

No
garbage.

Smell me.

How is uh... Scott?

Scott?

Oh, um... boyfriend Scott.

Uh... actually, he's not...

He's fine.

Uh, that's for
you.

Uh... it's fresh
from the butcher.

Thanks.

(clears throat)

You're being careful, right?

With Scott?

The slaying.

Oh. Uh, yeah. Of course.

Full of carefulness.

I worry about
you.

I worry about
you.

I'm getting stronger.

Yeah, pretty soon
you won't even need me.

That'll be
better.

Yeah.

Hey. Uh,

sorry I'm late.

You know Giles--
all slay, all the time.

Hello, Buffy.

Do you guys want
to watch some television?

I hear there's
a very insightful Nightline on.

JOYCE: Buffy,
you lied to us,

and you made us
into your alibis.

That's playing us
against each other,

and that's not fair.
I called Willow.

You also lied to her
about your whereabouts.

We were all concerned.

Oh, thank you.

Look, I'm sorry, but I had to...

Were you at The Bronze?

What was happening there
that was so important?

Bronze things.

Things of bronze.

You're acting
really immature, Buffy.

I know I'm not your parent,
but I am responsible for you.

I think your mum's right.

Okay, fine. I'm acting like a
child.

Maybe that's because

you're both treating
me like a child.

Buffy

You're both scheduling me

24 hours a day.

Between the two of you,

that's 48 hours.

I just
want
to be able to make

a few decisions on my own.

The last time you made a
decision on your own, you split.

Yeah, and I took
care of
myself.

I don't need this much
active parenting.

You can't really be trying
to use this
summer

as a reason
you should be trusted.

You can't babysit me
all the time.

I need you
to back off a little.

All right, come-come on.
Let's not, uh, freak out.

"Freak out"?

Hmm? Uh, I think
you should go to bed.

Um, we're all tired.

Oh, she just
drives me crazy.

(sighs)

I just want
to protect her.

Don't all parents
want that?

Yeah, but at least
most parents have some idea

what to protect
their children from.

Yeah. And I think we
should
both be especially
careful.

Mmm.

(mechanical whirring)

Trust me.

You don't want
to eat that.

Dude, think fast.

(sighs)

I heard that there was
a secret rule

that if a teacher is more
than 10 minutes late,

we can all leave.

It's Giles' turn
to watch study hall.

He'll be here.

He's allergic to late.

He i wound
a little tight.

I had this philosophy book

checked out from the library
for, like, a
year,

and he made me pay the fine,
even though it was huge.

I was sad to return it.

It was perfect for starting
conversations with college boys.

Of course, that was B.X.

B.X.?

Before Xander. Clever.

XANDER
I like chocolate.

There is no bad here.

You still have some left?

I went to, like, 4 houses,
and they were gone.

It's like trick-or-treating
in reverse.

I know. These things are
selling like hot
cakes,

which is ironic, 'cause
the
hot cakes really aren't
moving.

And it's uh, (clears throat)
fun to sell chocolate.

And we're raising
a lot of money for the band.

The band.
Yeah.

They're great.

They
march.

Like an army.

E-Except with music
instead of bullets,

and... usually no one dies.

I can't believe this.

(thumps loudly)
Where is Giles already?

I'm bored, and he's not here
to give me credit for it.

The big pinhead librarian
didn't show up,

and I don't want to do it.

You do it.

All right, fine.
I'll do
it.

Everybody expects me
to do everything around
here

because I'm the principal.

It's not fair.

Hey!

We're all stuck here, okay?

So now let's
just sit quietly and...

and pretend
we're reading something

until we're really sure that
old Commandant Snyder's gone.

Then we're all out of here.

Does anyone else want
to marry Ms. Barton?

Get in line.

I guess Giles isn't coming.

I guess not.

Buffy.

Uh... sorry.

I-I was just worried.

You were a big not-there
in study hall,

and after your lecture
to me on not ducking out--

and what is my mother
doing here?

We had an opportunity
for
a--

you might
say--
a summit meeting.

It took priority
over study hall.

I called in.

Oh.

We decided
that

you made
a good point earlier, honey.

I did.

Yeah.

Which was...?

About us
over scheduling you.

Pulling
you
in two
directions--

your home life
and your duties as a slayer.

Oh. That was a good point.

We're working out
a coordinated schedule for you.

It'll be tight,
but we think we can fit in

all your responsibilities.

Sounds nice and structured.

We've got more work
to do here, honey.

Why don't you give us
a little more time?

Um...

take the car, and, um,
Mr. Giles can drive me home.

What?

(chuckles)
Excuse me, I meant what?!

Keys. Take them.

You don't have to
tell me twice.

Actually, you
did,

but... bye!

Bye, honey.
Drive careful.

Uh-huh!

Do you think
she noticed anything?

No way.

WILLOW: Tell me again
how it happened.

Told my mom I wanted to be
treated more like a grown-up,

and voila-- driviness.

(tires
screeching)

Also, I think
she wanted me otherwhere.

Considering my mom and Giles
are planning my
future,

I think it's easier
for them to live my
life

if I'm not actually there.

Do you know that you have
the parking brake on?

Uh-huh

(releases parking brake)

Are-are you sure
about The Bronze?

I mean, the SATs are
tomorrow.

I can
study
at The Bronze.

A little dancing,
a little cross-multiplying.

You know what we need?

(switching radio channels)

Eyes on the road!
Eyes on the road!

(music playing)

You got good albums.

Yeah, they're okay.

* And the colors
of the sea *

Do you like Seals and Croft?

* And you touch
the distant beaches *

Yeah. Me, neither.

Thanks.

So how come they
call you Ripper?

Wouldn't you like
to know.

Hmm, wait a minute.
Listen to this bit.

(guitar solo playing)

It rocks.

It's good.

Man, I got to get
a band together.

Hey, Ripper,
you want to watch TV?

I know how to order
pay-per-view.

No, let's go out
and have some fun...

tear things up a bit.

Okay. We could go
to The Bronze.

Not bloody likely.
That place is dead.

(rock music playing)

(shouting)

MAN: You guys rock!

Hey, they're digging us, man.

* The strangest things
always know *

* Saves me every time

* Darkened things

* Have overgrown...

Let's do
the Time Warp again.

Maybe there's
a reunion in town

or a Billy Joel tour
or something.

Ms. Barton?

Buffy?
Whoa!

Are you okay, Ms. Barton?

Oh, I'm cool, Willow.

Willow-- that's a tree.

(laughs)
You're a tree.

Yeah, uh...

Are there any nachos
in here, little tree?

Are you sure you don't
need
some fresh air, Ms.
Barton?

(laughing hysterically)
Okay.

Okay, this is not normal.

But maybe that goes
without saying.

Hey,
gang!

This place is
fun city, huh? (laughs)

Principal Snyder?

Call me Snyder.

Just a last name,
like Barbarino.

Ooh! I am so stoked!

(sighs

Hey, did you see Ms. Barton?

I think she's wasted.

I'm gonna have to put that
in her next performance
review

'cause... 'cause
I'm the
principal!

I don't like this.
They could have heart attacks.

Well, maybe
there's
a doctor here.

(whooping) Yeah!

I think that is my doctor.

He-he's usually
less topless.

I got a commendation
for being principal...

from the mayor.

Shook my hand twice.

That's nice.

(inhales deeply)

Whoa! There are
some foxy ladies here
tonight!

What's happening?

I don't know,

but it's happening
to a whole lot of grown-ups.

They're acting
like a bunch...

They're acting
like
a bunch of us.

I don't act like this.

MR. TRICK:
Demand's high.

I thought it might
be.

That's the reason
I love this
country.

You make a good product,

and the people
will come to you.

Of course, a lot of them
are gonna die,

but that's the other
reason
I love this country.

Hey!

Don't sample the product.

But I didn't.

(groans)

Okay. Uh, how did
you know he was...

I don't. But now I know
no one else will.

We're getting close.

Keep it flowing.

It's almost feeding time.

Something's definitely
changing them.

A spell?

They're
teenagers.

It's a sobering mirror
to look into, huh?

You've got great hair.

(group of men singing
"Louie Louie")

* Louie louie

* Oh, baby

* We gotta go

* Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah
*

* Louie louie

* Oh, baby

* We gotta go

It just gets
more upsetting.

* Louie louie

* Oh, baby

* We gotta go

No vampire has ever
been that scary.

* Louie louie

* Oh, baby...

Fight!

Fight!

* Yeah, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah
*

We've got to figure out
what's going on.

This has Hellmouth
fingerprints all over it.

Hey, where are we going?

Wait up, you
guys!

Hey! You guys aren't trying
to ditch me, are you?

OZ: We should find Giles.

He'll know
what's going on, right?

Sure. Except for all we know,
he's sweet 16 again.

He's with your mom
at his place.

I said wait up!

OZ: Uh, Snyder...

No time.
He's coming with us.

(tires squealing)

SNYDER: Whoa, Summers!

You drive like a spaz.

(engines revving)

(tires squealing)

(laughs)

It'll be okay
when we get to Giles'.

Of course. I mean,
even if he's 16,

he's still Giles, right?

He's probably
a pretty together guy.

Yeah. W-Well...

What?

Giles at 16?

Less "together guy,"

more "bad magic,
hates the world,

ticking time bomb
guy."

Well, then I guess your mom's
in a lot of trouble.

Must be exciting
being from
England.

Not particularly.

You cold?

Nah-uh. I feel
special,

like I'm just
waking up, kinda.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, like getting married

and having a kid
and everything was just a dream,

and now things are back
like they're supposed to be.

Yeah?

That's cool!

Very Juice Newton.

You fancy it?

Yeah, but
the store's
closed.

(alarm blaring)

(giggling)

(whooping)

Oh,
Ripper!

Wow! That was so brave!

Hold it!

This is great!

Let's do doughnuts
in the football field,
huh?

Oh, my God, look out!

Ooh.

Copper's got a gun.

You'll never use it,
though, man.

Will so.

Ripper, be
careful.

(grunting)

Told him he'd never use it.

You are so cool.

(laughs)

You're
like
Burt Reynolds.

(gasps

Sorry. Gotta
go.
(laughing)

Oh, God.

Are you guys okay?

Is anybody else
all creeped out and trembly?

(indistinct conversation)

Oh, Buffy, your mom's
gonna kill
you.

Something's weird.

Something's not?

No grown-ups.

Hey,
baby!

No one's protecting
their houses.

Everyone's just wandering.

Hey!

Hey, give it!

Defenseless.

Come on!
That's mine!

So where are all the
vampires?

SNYDER: Hey!
He stole my candy!

Soup's on, but no one's
grabbing a spoon.

Something's happening
someplace that's else.

I'm gonna say something big.

That guy took my candy!

The candy.
It's got to be the candy!

It's cursed.
A curse?!

I've got a curse.

Oh, my God...
using candy for evil.

My parents ate a ton.

Who's behind it?

I don't know.

It came through
the school board.

If you knew that crowd...

Where did it come from?

Do you know
where to get it?

Yeah.
You guys get
Xander and Cordelia.

Go to the library
and look it up.

Candy curses?

Disturbing second childhood.

Got it.

Ratboy and I are going
to the source.

(shouting)

Mom?

Giles?!

Go away.
We're busy.

Mom!
Hey!

Where did you get that coat?
Never mind. Listen...

Back off.

Giles, think about this.
You want to fight me,

or you want to let me
talk to my mother?

Mom, look at me.

Do you know who I am?

Of course. You're Buffy.

Hey, look.

They're giving away candy.
You want some candy?

No, I don't, and you don't need
any more, either.

I'm fine.
I can have more if I want.

You are not fine.
You need to go home.

(sighs) Screw
you.

I want candy.

Mom!

You want to slay stuff,

and I'm not allowed
to do anything about it.

Well, this is what I want
to do, so get off my back.

Mom, please.
Oh, for God's sake.

Just let your mum have the
soddin' candy. Come on, Joyce.

Mom, look at your
car.

Look at that dent
the size of New Brunswick.

I did that.

Oh, my
God.

What was I
thinking
when I bought the geek
machine?

(laughing)

Listen to me.
You need...

No, you listen to me.

I'm your watcher,
so you do what I tell you.

Now, sod off!

Take her home.

Joyce.

(grunting)

Mom!

Hey!

Hey! You leave her alone!

Hey, Brit-face! Wait up!

Stay.

It smells so chocolatey.

This is far out.

Yeah, I been out there.
Town's wide open.

You guys can go anytime.

Ethan Rayne.

Might want to hurry.

Ethan.

Ripper.

CORDELIA: At first
it was fun, you know?

They seemed like they were
in this really good mood--

not like parents--
and then...

Badness?

Mom started
borrowing my clothes.

There should be an age limit
on lycra pants.

And Dad, he just locked
himself in the bathroom

with old copies of Esquire.

XANDER
I don't get this.

The candy's supposed
to make you feel

all immature and
stuff,
but I've had a
ton,

and I don't feel
any dif...

Never
mind.

I'll take that one.

CORDELIA:
You want to swap?

What? Swap?

You want to swap?
This book is really thick,

and I'm not sure
it's in English.

*

(panting) Where...
Bloody Hell!

That's what
smoking
will do to
you.

Now be quiet.

Well, where'd
the bastard go?

Shh!

What?

Look, a box full
of farm-fresh chicken.

Do you suppose
they're okay?

Mm-hmm.

So...

are you two kinda...

like, um...

going steady?

(sighs)

(sighs)

So, Ethan,
what are we playing?

We're pretty much
in a talk-or-bleed situation.

Your call.

Hit him.

I-I'd just like to point out

that this wasn't my idea.

Meaning...?

I'm subcontracting.
It's Trick you want.

I'm just helping him
collect a tribute...

for a
demon.

He's
lying.
Hit him!

I don't think he is,
and shut up.

You're my slayer.
Go knock his teeth down his...

Giles!

What demon?

I don't remember.

(grunts)

Yes!

Lurconis.
Demon named Lurconis.

They wanted a way to get
the tribute away from people.

So you're just
diversion guy?

More than a diversion.

They said
the tribute was big,

so big that
people
would never let them take it.

People...
had to be out of it.

And later on,
when the candy wore off,

they'd blame themselves.

Hence, land of
the
irresponsible.

So, where's Trick?

I don't know exactly.

Go on. Hit him again.

No! I-I-I really don't know.

Delivering the tribute.

Which brings us
to
the bonus question,

and believe me when I say

a wrong answer
will cost you all your
points.

What's the tribute?

(television playing,
phones ringing)

(buzzer beeping)

(babies crying)

Right. Ow. Lurconis.

Lurconis, a demon.
What's his deal?

See if it says anything
about a tribute.

A tribute? Like what?

I don't know.

My source

is all tapped
out.

She whooped you good, huh?

Pow! Pow!

I can do that.

I took tae kwon do
at the Y.

(grunting)

No, no.
It's definitely a demon.

A big one.

(gun clicks)
I
wouldn't.

Giles, give me the gun.

Giles..

now.

Uh, it's um, it's Willow.
She wants you real bad.

Uh-huh?

Okay, Oz just found
it.

The tribute to
Lurconis
is made every 30
years.

It's a ritual feeding.

And this one's late,

so it's probably,
you know, a big meal.

Oh, and... Oh.

Lurconis eats babies.

Come
on.

What about that man?

Uh, see if you guys can find
something to tie him up with.

Um--

Never tell
me.

WOMAN: I didn't see anything.

I don't know where they are.

Something's gonna
eat those babies?

I think that is so wrong.

She says she never
saw who took them.

Dowsey
cow.

I know who took them.

Well, then let's
do something.

Let's find the demon
and kick the crap out of it.

Is that what
happens now?

Yeah, if we knew
where they were.

"Lurconis dwells
beneath the city,

filth to filth."

What?

Ooh, I know this.

Uh, I knew this.

"Lurconis" means...

"Glutton."

And we'll find it, um...

in the sewers.

The sewers?

Uh, good.

You go do that thing
with the demon,

and I'll stay here in case
the babies, you know, uh...

find their way back.

The babies must be
so scared.

You filthy little ponce.

Are you afraid
of a little
demon?

If you want to splash
around in the
poo,

you're the filthy one!

Okay, you know what?
Everybody just stop it.

Okay, listen to me.

I need help,
okay?

Giles, I need grown-ups.

These children
are gonna die

if we don't act now,
okay, and think clearly.

There is no room for
mistakes.

Besides which,

you guys are just
wigging me out.

GILES: Sorry.

We'll behave.

BUFFY: Good.

Snyder, go home.

I can do
that.

Giles, we're
going
to the sewers.

And don't do that!

(chanting in Latin)

(babies crying)

Come on, big guy.

They're not getting
any fresher.

(crying
continues)

Carol. Hi.

Yeah, call Dave on the
public works committee tomorrow

about sewer maintenance
and repair.

I have some concerns
regarding exposed gas
pipes,

infrastructure, ventilation.

And, uh, cancel my 3:00.

Hi.

(snarling)

(grunting)

(crying
continues)

(rumbling)

What the hell's that?

(hissing)

Lurconis, I'm thinking.

TRICK: Ordinarily,
I like other people

to do my fighting for me,

but I just gotta
see what you got.

Just tell me when it hurts.

Come on, baby.

Giles, no!

(rumbling)

(gas hissing)

(screeching)

TRICK:
You and me,
girl...

There's hard times ahead.

(sighs)
They never just leave.

Always got to say something.

(babies crying)

Can we go home
now?

(sighs) Yeah, we can go home.

I've got the SATs tomorrow.

Oh, blow them off.
I'll write you a note.

No, it's okay.

JOYCE:
Poor babies. Come
here.

And your
friend?

Paid him.

The man did his job.

No reason to burn that
bridge.

This didn't turn out
the way I had planned.

Where's the downside?

You just got yourself
one less demon

you have to pay tribute to.

The way I see it,
I did you a favor.

I guess you
did.

In the
future...

I'd be very careful

how many favors you do for me.

(indistinct chatter)

(school bell ringing)

Hey, Snyder. Heard you had
some fun Friday night.

Have you come down yet?

That's Principal Snyder.

And that's a big "yep."

You look like
four young people

with too much
time
on your hands.

Not
really.

Busy like a bee, actually.

Bee-like.

Good. It seems we had
some vandalism Friday

on school property,
and I was just looking

for some... volunteers

to help clean it up.

"Kiss rocks"? Why would
anyone want to kiss...

Oh, wait. I get it.

Let's get you
some paint remover.

It was
just
too much to deal with.

It was like
nothing
made sense
anymore.

The things that I thought
I understood were
gone.

I just felt... so alone.

Was that the math
or the verbal?

Mostly the math.

Well, if you scored low,

then you can always
take them again.

More SATs?

Ugh. Was there
really a
point?

I could die before
I even apply to college.

Then it very possibly
might not.

Well, let's just
keep hope alive.

Hello.

Hi.

I say, your car seems

to have had an adventure,
doesn't
it?

Uh, Buffy assures me

that it happened
battling evil,

so I'm letting her pay for it
on the installment plan.

BUFFY:
Uh, hey...

the way things
were
going,

be glad that's
the worst that happened.

At least I got
to the two of you

before you
actually
did something.

Right.
Indeed.

Yes.

Grr. Argh.