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Previously on
Buffy the vampire slayer...

Me and dru...
We're moving in.

Who's drusilla?

Angel: I did a lot of
unconscionable things

when I became a vampire.

Drusilla was the worst.

Buffy: You made her
a vampire.

First I made her insane.

You shouldn't be walking around.
You're weak.

Oh!
Oh!

Aah!

A book. It took
one of my books.

Oh, this is great.

This will be
very useful.

Xander: "Are you
a people person",

or do you prefer keeping
your own company?"

Well, what if I'm
a people person

who keeps his own
company by default?

Buffy: So, mark
"none of the above."

Well, there are no boxes
for "none of the above."

That would introduce
too many variables

into their mushroom head,
number-crunching little world.

I'm sensing
bitterness.

No, it's just
these people can't tell

from one multiple
choice test

what we're going to be doing
for the rest of our lives.

It's ridiculous.

I'm kind of curious
to find out

what sort of career
I could have.

What, and suck all the spontaneity
out of being young and stupid?

I'd rather live in the dark.

We're not going
to be young forever.

Yes, but I'll always
be stupid.

OK, let's not all rush
to disagree.

You're not stupid.

"I aspire to help
my fellow man." Check.

As long as he's not smelly,
dirty, or something gross.

Cordelia chase, always ready
to give a helping hand

to the rich and the pretty.

Which, lucky me,
excludes you... Twice.

Is murder always a crime?

Do I like shrubs?

That's between
you and your god.

What'd you put?

I came down on
the side of shrubs.

Go, shrubs. OK.

Oh, I shouldn't even
be bothering with this.

It's all mootville
for me.

No matter what
my aptitude test says,

we already know my deal.

Yep. High-risk,
sub-minimum wage.

Pointy wooden things.

Then why are you
even taking the test?

It's principal Snyder's
hoop of the week.

He's not happy
unless I'm jumping.

Believe me, I would not
be here otherwise.

You're not even a
teensy-weensy bit curious

about what kind of career
you could have had?

I mean, if you weren't
already a slayer and all.

Do the words
sealed and fate

ring any bells
for you, will?

Why go there?

You know, with that
kind of attitude,

you could have had a bright future
as an employee at the D.M.V.

I'm sorry. It's just
unless hell freezes over

and every vamp in sunnydale
puts in for early retirement,

I'd say my future is
pretty much a non-issue.

Read it again.

I'm not sure.
It could be, uh,

deprimere ille
bubula linter.

Debase the beef...
Canoe.

Why does that strike me
as not right?

Spike, come dance.

Give us some peace, would you?
Can't you see I'm working?

Oh, I'm sorry, kitten.

It's just this manuscript.

It's supposed
to hold your cure.

It reads like gibberish.

Even Dalton here,
the big brain,

he can't make
heads or tails of it.

I...I... I need
to change miss Edith.

Oh, forgive me.

You know I can't stand
to see you like this.

We're running
out of time.

It's that bloody slayer.

Whenever I turn around,
she's mucking up the works.

Shh... Shh.

You'll make it right,
I know.

Well...

Come on now.

Enlighten me.

Uh... Well, it looks like
Latin, but it's not.

I'm... I'm not even
sure it's a language.

Then make it a language!

Isn't that what
a transcriber does?

Not exactly. Oh!

I want the cure.

Don't...

Why not?
Some people find pain...

Ooh!

Very inspirational.

He can't help you.

Not without...

The key.

The key? You mean this book
is in some kind of code?

Yeah.

Is that where we'll
find this key?

Yeah.

I'll send the boys
pronto.

Now will you dance?

I'll dance
with you, pet.

On the slayer's grave.

Does "rest in peace" have
no sanctity to you people?

Oh, I forgot.
You're not a people.

One down...

One gone.

Buffy.

You scared me.

Now you know what
it feels like, stealth guy.

Just dropping by for some
quality time with Mr. Gordo?

Excuse me?

The pig.

Oh, I, uh...

What's up?

Nothing.

Well, you don't have
a nothing face.

You have
a something face.

And you don't
have to whisper.

Mom's in L.A.
till Thursday.

Art buying
or something.

Then, why'd you come in
through the window?

Habit.

I wanted to make sure
you're OK.

I had a bad feeling.

There's a surprise.

Angel comes
with bad news.

Oh, god.
I'm sorry. Look...

I've been cranky miss
all day. It's not you.

What is it, then?

It's nothing.

We're having this thing
at school.

Career week?

How did you know?

I lurk.

Right.

Well, then you know it's a whole
week of "what's my line,"

only I don't get
to play.

Sometimes I just want...

You want what?

Angel: It's OK.

The cliff notes
version?

I want
a normal life.

Like I had before.

Before me.

No, angel,
it's not you.

You're the one freaky
thing in my freaky world

that still
makes sense to me.

I just get messed
sometimes.

I wish we could be
regular kids.

Yeah, I'll never
be a kid.

OK, then, a regular kid
and her cradle-robbing,

creature-of-the-night
boyfriend.

Was this part
of your normal life?

Oh, my god.

My Dorothy Hamill phase.

My room in L.A. was
pretty much a shrine.

Dorothy dolls,
Dorothy posters.

I even got
the Dorothy haircut,

thereby securing a place for
myself in the geek hall of fame.

You wanted to be
like her.

I wanted to be her.

My parents were fighting
all the time,

and skating
was an escape.

I felt safe.

When was the last time
you put on your skates?

About a couple
of hundred demons ago.

There's a rink
out past route 17.

It's closed
on Tuesdays.

Tomorrow's Tuesday.

I know.

Oh, here I am.

"Personal shopper
or motivational speaker."

Neato.

Motivational speaker?
On what?

10 ways to a more
annoying you?

Oh, what about you?
You're... Ha ha ha!

What?

What?!

You and angel
are going skating alone?

Unless some unforeseen
evil pops up.

But I'm in full
see-no-evil mode.

Angel ice-skating.

I know.
2 worlds collide.

Wouldn't you two say you know me
about as well as anyone else?

Maybe even better
than I know myself?

What's this about?

When you look at me,

do you think prison guard?

Um, crossing guard,
maybe, but prison guard?

They just put up the assignments
for the career fair,

and according
to my test results,

I can look forward
to being gainfully employed

in the growing field
of corrections.

Well, at least you'll be on
the right side of the bars.

Laugh now, Missy.
They assigned you

to the booth for law
enforcement professionals.

As in police?

As in polyester,
doughnuts, and brutality.

Oh.

But... Doughnuts.

Oh! Well, I'll just
jump off that bridge

when I come to it.

First, I have
to deal with Giles.

He's on
this Tony Robbins

hyper-efficiency kick.

He expects me to check in
every day after homeroom.

Police?

You didn't check to see

which seminar I was
assigned to, did you?

I did and you weren't.

I wasn't what?

On the list.

But I handed in my test. I
used a number 2 pencil.

Then I guess
you must have passed.

It's not the kind of
test you pass or fail.

Your name wasn't
up there, will.

Oh!

Buffy, thank you.

I've been, uh, indexing
the watcher diaries

covering the last
couple of centuries.

You'd be amazed at how numbingly
pompous and long-winded

some of these
watchers were.

Color me stunned.

So, uh, I trust last night's
patrol was fruitful?

Semi. I caught
one out of two vamps

after they stole something
from this jumbo mausoleum.

They were stealing?

Yeah. They had tools,
flashlights,

the whole 9 yards.

What does
that mean anyway?

Whole 9 yards?

9 yards of what?

Oh, now it's going
to bug me all day.

Giles, you're in pace mode.
What gives?

Um, this vampire
who escaped,

did you see
what he took?

No, but I can take a guess
and say it was something old.

You made no effort to
find out what was taken?

Have a cow, Giles.

I just figured it was
your everyday vamp hijinks.

Well, what if it wasn't?

This could be
very serious.

I mean,
if you'd made an effort

to be more thorough
in your observations...

If you don't like the way
I'm doing my job,

why don't you find
somebody else?

Oh, that's right.
There can only be one.

As long as I'm alive,
there is no one else.

Well, there you go.

I don't have
to be the slayer.

I could be dead.

That wasn't
terribly funny.

You notice
I didn't laugh.

That wouldn't be
much of a change.

Either way, I'm bored,
constricted, I never get to shop,

and my hair and fingernails
still continue to grow.

So really, when you think
about it, what's the dif?

Do we have to be
introspective now?

Our only concern
is to discover

what was stolen from that
mausoleum last night.

This is it, then.

It hums.
I can hear it.

Once you're well again, we'll have
a coronation down main street

and invite everyone.

And drink for 7 days
and 7 nights.

What about the slayer?

She almost blew the whole thing for us.
She's trouble.

You don't say.

Trouble?

She's the gnat
in my ear...

The gristle in my teeth.

She's the bloody Thorn
in my bloody side.

Spike?

We got to do something.

We'll never
complete your cure

with that bitch
breathing down our necks.

I need to bring in
the big guns.

They'll take care of her,
once and for all.

Big guns?

The order of Taraka.

The bounty hunters?

Drusilla: They're
coming to my party.

3 of them.

Yes, but...

The order of Taraka.

I mean,
isn't that overkill?

No.

I think it's
just enough kill.

Xander: Willow,
what are you doing here?

Fly. Be free, little bird.
You defy category.

I'm looking for Buffy.

Oh, she went with Giles
about an hour ago.

Some kind
of field trip deal.

If she doesn't get back
soon, Snyder's really...

Done a great job with the fair
this year, hasn't he, Xander?

Principal Snyder,

great career fair, sir,
really.

In fact, I'm so inspired
by your leadership,

I'm thinking
principal school.

I want to walk
in your shoes.

Not your actual shoes, of course,
because you're a tiny person.

Not tiny in the small
sense, of course.

OK, I'm done now.

Where is she?

Who?

You know who.

You mean Buffy?
I just saw her...

And don't feed me that "I
just saw her a minute ago",

"she's around here
somewhere" story.

But I did just see her
a minute ago,

and she is
around here somewhere.

For what it's worth...

It's worth nothing,
Harris.

Whatever comes
out of your mouth

is a meaningless
waste of breath.

An airborne toxic event.

Well, I'm glad you feel comfortable
enough to be so honest with me.

And I can only hope
that one day

I'm in the position to be
that honest with you.

Fascinating.

Well, love to stay
and chat,

but I got an appointment with the
warden on standard riot procedure.

Ciao.

OK. See ya.

Willow Rosenberg?

Come with us, please?

Excuse me?

Let's walk.

Try the canapé.
It's excellent.

What is all this?

You've been selected to
meet with Mr. McCarthy,

head recruiter for the world's
leading software concern.

The jet was delayed
by fog at sea-tac,

but he should be here
any minute.

Please, make
yourself comfortable.

But I didn't even
get my test back.

The test was irrelevant.

We've been tracking you
for some time.

Is that a good thing?

I would think so.

We're extremely
selective.

In fact, only one other sunnydale
student met our criteria.

Canapé?

Buffy,
slow down, please!

Giles, we have work
to do, remember?

Get with
the program.

You're behaving
remarkably immaturely.

You know why?
I am immature.

I'm a teen.
I have yet to mature.

I was simply offering
some constructive criticism.

No. You were harsh.

God, you act like
I picked this gig,

but, remember,
I'm the picked.

What you have
is more than a gig.

It's a sacred duty,

which shouldn't
prevent you

from eventually procuring some
more gainful form of employment...

Such as I did.

Giles, it's one thing to be
a watcher and a librarian.

They go together
like a chicken and...

Another chicken or
2 chickens or something.

You know
what I'm saying.

The point is, no one blinks
an eye if you want to spend

all your days
with books.

What am I supposed to do,
carve stakes for a nursery?

Point taken.

I must admit,
I've never really...

Well, now,
there's a thought.

Have you ever considered
law enforcement?

What?

Oh.

May I?

Be my guest.

It's a reliquary,

used to house items
of religious significance...

Most commonly a finger or some
other body part from a Saint.

Note to self:

Religion, freaky.

"Du lac."

Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

I hate
when you say that.

Josephus Du lac
was buried here.

He belonged
to a religious sect

that was excommunicated
by the Vatican

at the turn
of the century.

Excommunicated
and sent to sunnydale.

There's a guy big
with the sinning.

You remember the book that
was stolen from the library

by a vampire
a few weeks ago?

Yeah.

It was written
by Du lac. Damn it!

I let this slip my mind
with all the excitement.

I'm guessing it wasn't a "taste
of the Vatican" cookbook.

The book was said to
contain rituals and spells

that reap
unspeakable evil.

However, it was written
in archaic Latin

so that nobody but the sect
members could understand it.

So everything's
cool, then?

It's not. First the book
was taken from the library,

and now the vampires have stolen
something from Du lac's tomb.

You think they figured out
how to read the book?

Something's coming,
Buffy,

and whatever it is, I can
guarantee it's not good.

Announcer: Bus 219 continuing
service to Los Angeles.

Now arriving, sunnydale,
west gate.

Mrs. Kalish?

Yes.
Hello.

I'm Norman Pfister with
blush beautiful skin care.

I'm not selling anything,
so I'm not asking you to buy,

just to accept
a few free samples.

Free?

Absolutely.

What the hell?

Hey, you're not supposed
to be in here!

Hey, come on!

Come on. Come on.

Uhh!

Uhh! Uhh!

So Giles is sure that the
vampire who stole his book

is connected to the one
you slayed last night?

Or is it slew?

Giles: Both are correct.

And, yes, I'm sure.

Du lac was both a theologian
and a mathematician.

Here's an article that describes
an invention of his,

which he calls
the Du lac cross.

So why go to all the trouble
of inventing something

and then giving it
a weak name like that?

I mean, I'd have gone
with, uh, cross-o-matic

or, uh,
the amazing Mr. cross.

The cross was more
than a mere symbol.

It was used to understand
certain mystical texts,

to decipher hidden
meanings and so forth.

So you're saying these vampires
went to all this hassle

for a basic
decoder ring?

Actually, yes,
I suppose I am.

According to this, Du lac
destroyed every cross,

except the one
buried with him.

Why destroy your own work?

Perhaps he feared
what might happen

if it fell
into the wrong hands.

A fear we'll soon get to
experience for ourselves

up close
and personal.

Unless we can preempt
their plans.

How?

By learning what's in
the book before they do,

which means we can expect
to be here late tonight.

Goody! Research party!

Will, you need a life
in the worst way.

Speaking of,
I really have to bail,

but I promise I'll be back bright and
early tomorrow and ready to slay.

This is a matter
of some urgency, Buffy.

I realize that.

Well, you have to admit I
kinda lack in the book area.

I mean, you guys
are the brains.

I'd only be here
for moral support anyway.

That's untrue, buff.
You totally contribute.

You go for snacks.

She should go.

You know,
gather her strength.

Perhaps you're right.

There may be
fierce battles ahead.

But ho-hos are a vital part
of my cognitive process.

Sorry, Xand.
Some place I have to be.

Ooh! Ooh! Ahh...

Uhh!

Rawwrr!

Grrr!

Grrr!

Buffy!

Uhh!

Drusilla: He's passing
under our feet right now.

No worries.

We're close to decoding
the manuscript.

We just
need a bit more time.

Time is ours.

It brings the slayer
closer to them.

The hellmouth presents
dead guys on ice.

Not exactly the evening
we were aiming for.

You're in danger.

You know what
the ring means?

I just killed
a super bowl champ?

I'm serious!

Just go home and wait
till you hear from me.

Are you OK?

What about you? That cut.

Forget about me.

This is bad, Buffy. We
gotta get you outta here.

What? You mean hide?

Let's just get you
someplace safe.

No. Your eye.

Hey.

Don't be a baby.
I'm not gonna hurt you.

It's not that. I...

What?

You shouldn't have to touch
me while I'm like this.

Oh.

I didn't even notice.

Buffy: This guy
was hard-core, Giles.

And angel was power-freaked
by the ring.

I'm afraid
he was not overreacting.

This ring is worn only by
members of the order of Taraka.

That's a society
of deadly assassins

dating back
to king Solomon.

And didn't they beat
the elks this year

in the sunnydale adult bowling
league championships?

Their credo is to sow discord
and kill the unwary.

Bowling is a vicious game.

That's enough, Xander!

I'm sorry.

But this is just not
the time for jokes.

I need to think.

These assassins,
why are they after me?

'Cause you're the scourge
of the underworld?

I haven't been
that scourge-y lately.

I don't know.
I don't know.

I think the best thing we can do
is to find a secure location.

Somewhere out of the way
you can go

until we decide on the
best course of action.

OK. Now you and angel have both
said to head for the hills.

Are you saying
I can't handle this?

That I'm not strong enough
to fight these people?

They're a breed apart,
Buffy.

Unlike vampires, they have
no earthly desires...

But to collect
their bounty.

They find a target,
and, uh...

They eliminate it.

You can kill as many
of them as you like.

It won't make
any difference.

Where there's one,
there will be another.

And another.

They won't stop coming
until the job is done.

Each one of them works
alone in his own way.

Some are human.
Some... are not.

You won't know who they
are until they strike.

Try it!

Try what?

I-I'm sorry.

I'm still not clear on
what I'm supposed to try.

Nothing.
God, I'm sorry. I...

That's a tense person.

I wish there was more
we could do.

We're doing
all that we can.

The only
course of action

is to try and find out what was
in that stolen book.

I've never
seen Buffy like that.

She just took off.

Xander: Well,
she didn't go home.

I let the phone ring
a few hundred times

before I remembered
her mom is out of town.

Well, maybe Buffy
unplugged the phone.

No. It's a statistical
impossibility

for a 16-year-old girl
to unplug her phone.

Perhaps my words of caution
were a little too alarming?

Ya think?

It's good that she took you
seriously, Giles.

I just wish we knew
where she was.

Angel?

We're closed!

Can't you read the sign?

Oh, uh...

Hi, angel.

I didn't recognize you
in the dark there.

What, uh...

What can I do
for you tonight?

I need some information.

Yeah? Man... That's
too bad 'cause...

I'm stayin' away
from that whole scene.

I'm livin' right, angel.

Sure you are, Willy.

And I'm taking up
sunbathing.

Come on, man.

Don't be that way.

I... I treat
you vamps good.

I... I don't hassle you.
You don't hassle me.

We all enjoy the patronage
of this establishment.

Everybody's happy,
right?

Who sent them?

Who sent who?

The order of Taraka.

I... I... I tell ya...

I haven't been
in the loop.

Let's try again.

The order Taraka,
they're after the slayer.

Come on, man.

Was it spike?

Look, angel, I got some good
pig's blood in. Good stuff.

My fence said... aah!

You know, I'm a little rusty
when it comes to killing humans.

It could take a while.

Spike would draw
and quarter me, man!

I'll take care of spike.

You know he ordered
those guys.

Spike's sick of your
girl getting in his way.

Where can I find him?

Oh... I tell you that,

I'm gonna need
relocating expenses.

It'll cost ya.

It'll cost who?

OK! OK!

He and that freaky chick
of his are...

Who are you?

If you tell me what I need
to know, I won't hurt you.

You think this is funny?

I think it is funny now.

That girl, the one
I saw you with before...

You stay away from her.

I'm afraid you are not in
a position to threaten.

When I get out of here,
I'll do more than threaten.

Then I suggest
you move quickly.

Eastern exposure. The sun will
be comin' in a few hours.

More than enough time for
me to find your girlfriend.

Aah!

Xander?

No, no, I haven't heard
from Buffy yet.

Look, I think you should go to
her house and check on her.

Well... Right... right away.

Oh, I don't know.
Get Cordelia to drive you.

Willow.

Don't warn the tadpoles!

Are you all right?

Giles,
what are you doing here?

It's the library,
Willow. You fell asleep.

Oh. I...

Don't warn the tadpoles?

I...

I have frog fear.

Oh.

I'm sorry. I conked out.

Please. You've gone quite
beyond the call of duty.

But, uh, fortunately, I think I
may have found something finally.

You did?

I've found a description of the
missing Du lac manuscript.

It's a ritual, Willow.

Now, I haven't managed to
decipher the exact details,

but I... I believe

the purpose
is to restore

a weak and sick vampire
back to full health.

A vampire like drusilla?

Exactly.

By George,
I think he's got it.

The key to your cure,
ducks.

The missing bloody link,
it was...

Right... Right
in front of us...

The whole time.

Cordelia: I can't
even believe you.

You drag me out of bed
for a ride?

What am I,
mass transportation?

That's what
a lot of the guys say,

but it's just
locker room talk.

I wouldn't
pay it any mind.

Oh, great, so now I'm your
taxi and your punching bag.

I think of you more
as my witless foil,

but have it your way.

Buffy!

Come on, Cordelia. You want to
be a member of the Scooby gang,

you gotta be willing to be
inconvenienced every now and then.

Oh, right, 'cause
I lie awake at night

hoping you tweakos
will be my best friends.

And that my first husband will be
a balding, demented homeless man.

Buffy could be
in trouble.

And what if she is, exactly?
What are you gonna do about it?

In case
you haven't noticed,

you're the lameness, and she's
the super chick or whatever.

At least I'm
the lameness who cares,

which is more than
I can say about you.

Buffy!

I'm gonna
check upstairs.

Buffy!

Good day. I'm Norman Pfister with blush
beautiful skin care and cosmetics.

I was wondering if I might
interest you in some free samples?

Free?

You must be number 2.

Thanks for the wake-up, but
I'll stick with my clock radio.

Come on. Don't make me do
the chick fight thing.

Chick fight?

You know...

Aaah!

Who are you?

Who am I?! You attacked me.
Who the hell are you?

I am Kendra.

The vampire slayer.

Grr! Arrgh!