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Is it a vampire?

Mom, what are you doing here?

I brought you a snack.

I thought it was about time

for me to come out and watch.
You know, the slaying.

You know, the slaying
is kind of an alone thing.

But it's such a big
part of your life,

and I'd like to understand it.

It's some... you know,
something we could share.

Actually, it's pretty
dull, you know.

It's bam boom
stick... Poof.

Good, honey!
Kill him!

Buffy, he's over here!

Oh, my god!

It's Mr. sanderson
from the bank.

And he's getting away!

Stay!

Oh, god.

They said we can go home now.

They were little kids.

Did you see them?

They're so tiny.

I saw.

Who could do
something like this?

I just...

I'm so sorry that
you had to see this.

But I promise, everything's
going to be ok.

How?

Because I'm going
to find whatever did it.

I guess.

It's just you can't...

You can't make it right.

I know.

I'm sorry.

But I'll take care
of everything.

I promise.

Just try and calm down.

Don't tell me to calm down.

I... i... i only meant...

They were kids, giles.
Little kids.

You don't know what it was
like to see them there.

My mom can't even talk.

I'm sorry. I...
I just want to help.

I know.

Do we know how? I mean...

It wasn't the vampire?

No. There were
no marks.

Wait.

I mean, there...
There was a Mark,

um, a... a symbol.

Oh, uh, 12th century,

papal encyclical.

Try this.

It was on their hands.

The cops are keeping it quiet,

but I got a good look at it.

There.

Find me the thing
that uses the symbol

and point me at it.

Hmm.

Hmm. What?

Giles, speak.

Oh, sorry.

Um, no, it...

I just wonder if
we're looking for a thing.

The use of a symbol
on a victim like this,

it suggests a... a ritual murder,

an occult sacrifice by a group.

A group of...
Human beings.

Someone with a soul did this?

Yes, I'm afraid so.

Ok.

Then while you're looking for the
meaning of that symbol thingy,

could you also find a loophole

in that "slayers don't
kill people" rule?

Buffy...

This is a dreadful crime,
I know,

and you have every right
to be upset, but...

I wonder if you're not
letting yourself

get a shade, uh, more personal

because of
your mother's involvement.

Oh, it's completely personal.

Giles, find me the
people that did this.

Please.

Hey.

Hey.

So, a burrito.

This is a burrito.

Damn straight.

Hi, oz.

Hey.

Xander. Hi.

Hey, Amy.

Hi, guys.

Xander: Hey, Amy. I
like your new hair.

I haven't see you all day.
Where you been?

Not with me.
No, sir. Ask anyone.

No.

So, Buffy's birthday's
next week.

Ooh! Yeah.

Good.

I've been pondering
gift options.

Shh.

Oh, come on, we just
got a topic here.

Hi, Buffy.

Buffy.
What's up?

You guys didn't hear?

Hear what?

A murder.

Somebody killed 2 little kids.

Oh, no.

They were, like,
7 or 8 years old.

My mom found the bodies
during patrol last night.

Oh, my god.

Kids?

Why was your mom there?

More bad. She picked last
night, of all nights,

for a surprise bonding visit.

God, your mom would actually take
the time to do that with you?

That really wasn't the point
of the story, was it?

No. The point is,
she's completely wigging.

Who's wigging?

Um...

Everyone.

You know,
'cause of what happened.

Oh, it's so awful.

I had bad dreams
about it all night.

Hi, Mrs. summers.

Oh, hi, everybody.

Hi.

Hi, Mrs. summers.

Buffy, have you talked
to Mr. giles yet

about who could have done this?

Yeah. He, uh...

He thinks it might be
something ritual.

Occult.
But he's still looking.

In the meantime,
we're gonna add to my patrol

and... and keep an eye out.

Occult.

Like witches.

Sorry. Phlegm.
Too much dairy.

I... i know you kids
think that stuff's cool.

Buffy told me you dabble.

Right. Absolutely.
That's me.

I'm a... a dabbler.

But anybody who could
do this isn't cool.

Anybody who could do this
has to be a monster.

You know what? Uh, would you
guys excuse us for a little bit?

Uh, nice to see you.

What a burn.

I mean, buff's mom was just starting
to accept the whole slayer thing,

and now she's going
to be double freaked.

Makes me grateful
that my mom's not interested

in my extracurricular
activities.

Or my curricular activities.

Are your friends going to help
with the investigation, too?

Mom, I really think maybe
this isn't the best place

to talk about this.

Are you embarrassed to be
hanging out with your mother?

I didn't hug you.

No. It's just...

This hall is about school,

and you're about home.

Mix them, my world dissolves.

It's just, I keep thinking about
who could have done such a thing.

I have to help.

Well, giles can always
use help in the library.

I called everybody
I know in town.

I told them about
the dead children.

They're all just
as upset as I am.

You called everybody
that you know?

And they called
all their friends.

And guess what. We're setting up a
vigil, for tonight, for city hall.

The mayor is even
going to be there.

Now we are going to get
some action.

Uh-huh.

That's great. Uh...

But you know what?

A lot of times when we're
working on stuff like this,

we like to keep the number
of people that know about it

kind of... Small.

Oh. Right.

Well, I'm sure there won't
be all that many people.

This is great.

Maybe we could all go
patrolling together later.

At least your mom's making an effort.
My mom's probably...

Standing right in front
of me right this second.

Mom?

Willow, I didn't know
you were going to be here.

Oh, hi, bunny.

Hi.

Mom, what are you doing here?

Oh, well, I read about it
in the paper,

and what with
your dad out of town...

Willow, you cut off your hair.

Ha. That's a new look.

Yeah, it's just
a sudden whim I had...

In August.

I like it.

Hello, Joyce.

Sheila, I'm glad you could come.

There you are. I almost didn't
find you in this crush.

Oh, uh, Mrs., uh...

Joyce.

Quite a turnout you have here.

Well, it's... it's not
just me, but thank you.

Well, it's, uh,
it's been a while.

Right.

Not since, um,

not since...

Not for a while.

There's a rumor
going around, Mr. giles.

R-rumor, about us?

A-a-about what?

About witches.

People calling
themselves witches

are responsible for
this brutal crime.

Indeed?

How strange.

Ha ha. Yes. Strange.

Witches.

Well, actually,
not that strange.

I recently co-authored a paper

about the rise of mysticism
among adolescents,

and I was shocked
at the statistical...

Oh. Oh, are we starting?

Mayor: Hello, everybody.

He'll do something
about this. You'll see.

Um...

I want to thank you all
for coming

in the aftermath
of such a tragic crime.

Seeing you all here proves

what a caring community
sunnydale is.

Sure, we've had our share
of misfortunes,

but we're a good town

with good people,

and I know that none
of us will rest easy

until this horrible murder
is solved.

With that in mind...

I make these words
my pledge to you.

Never again.

Now I ask you
to give your attention

to the woman who brought
us all here tonight,

Joyce summers.

Thank you.

Mr. mayor...

You're dead wrong.

This is not a good town.

How many of us have...
Have lost someone

who... who just disappeared?

Or... or got skinned?

Or suffered neck rupture?

And how many of us have been
too afraid to speak out?

I was supposed to lead us
in a moment of silence, but...

Silence is this town's disease.

For too long
we've been plagued by

unnatural evils.

This isn't our town anymore.

It belongs to the monsters
and the witches

and the slayers.

I say it's time for the grownups
to take sunnydale back.

I say we start by finding
the people who did this

and making them pay.

Watch it.

Oh, sorry.

Did I make you
smudge your eyeliner?

You gonna put a spell on me?

Hey, what is your problem?

Everyone knows he's into
that voodoo witchcraft.

I heard about those kids.

People like him...

Gotta learn a lesson.

And what about people like me?

You get in my face
and you'll find out.

No problem here.

We're walking.

You guys ok?

Yeah.

We're fine.

Thanks, Buffy.

You're going to be one busy
little slayer, baby-sitting them.

I doubt they'll have
any more trouble.

I doubt your doubt.

Everyone knows that witches
killed those kids,

and Amy is a witch.

And Michael is whatever
the boy of witch is,

plus being the poster
child for yuck.

If you're going
to hang with them,

expect badness.

'Cause that's what you get when
you hang with freaks and losers.

Believe me, I know.

That was a pointed comment about
me hanging with you guys.

Yeah, I got that one.

Besides, witches didn't do it.

Actually, I think they may have.

My research keeps
bringing me back

to European wiccan covens.

You found the meaning
of the symbol?

I'm pretty sure, yes.

There's a piece of
information I need

that's in a book
that Willow borrowed.

Can you find it?

Buffy, hi.

Hey. Is Willow around?

How can I convince
you people that it's over?

You assume because
I'm here, she's here,

that I somehow mysteriously
know where she is.

Those her books?

Yeah. She's in the bathroom.

But the fact that
I know that doesn't change

that I have a genuine
complaint here.

Look. I'm getting sick
of the judgment,

the innuendoes.

Is a man not innocent
until proven guilty?

You are guilty.

You got illicit smoochies,

gonna have to pay the price.

But I'm talking about
the future guilt.

Look, everyone expects me
to mess up again.

Like oz. I see
how he is around me.

You know, that steely gaze,

that pointed silence.

'Cause he's usually
such a chatterbox.

No, but it's different now.

It's more a verbal nonverbal.

He speaks volumes with his eyes.

Hey, buff.
What you looking for?

You want to borrow something?

What is this?

A doodle.
I do doodle.

You, too.
You do doodle, too.

This is a witch symbol.

Ok, yeah, it is.

Willow.

What?

That symbol was on
the murdered children.

Police officer: Step away from the lockers.
This is police business.

Wanna give me those, please...
The books.

Aw, man, it's Nazi Germany

and I've got playboys
in my locker.

This is a glorious day
for principals everywhere.

No pathetic whining
about students' rights.

Just a long row of lockers
and a man with a key.

They just took 3 kids away.

What are they looking for?

Witch stuff.

What?

They got my spells. I'm supposed
to report to snyder's office.

Oh, my god.

Move back, please.

Okay, Amy, you'll
have to come with me.

Willow, be careful.
Get away from the locker.

I have stuff in my locker.

Henbane, hellebore,
mandrake root.

Excuse me.
Playboys.

Can we turn the
sympathy this way?

Hey! Get your grubby
custodial hands off that.

That hair spray costs $45,
and it's imported.

My locker's next. Buffy, I
didn't do anything wrong.

The... the symbol is harmless.

I used it to make a
protection spell for you,

for your birthday.
With Michael and Amy.

Only, now it's broken,

because you know about
it, so happy birthday.

And please,
you have to believe me.

Ms. Rosenberg.
My office.

Police officer:
Back up. Comin' through.

Giles.

They're confiscating my books.

Giles, we need those books.

Believe me, I tried to tell that

to the nice man
with the big gun.

No. There's something about the
symbol that we're missing.

Willow said she used it in a
protection spell. It's harmless.

Not a big bad.

So then why would it turn
up in a ritual sacrifice?

I don't know. Ordinarily, I would
say let's widen our research.

Using what? A dictionary
and my friend flicka?

This is intolerable.

Snyder has interfered before,

but I won't take this from that
twisted little homunculus.

I love the smell of desperate
librarian in the morning.

You get out...

And take your marauders
with you.

Oh, my. So fierce.

I suppose I should hear you out.

Just how is, um...

"Blood rites and sacrifices"

appropriate material
for a public school library?

Chess club branching out?

This is not over.

Oh, I should say
it's just beginning.

Fight it if you want.

Just remember,
lift a finger against me,

and you'll have to
answer to moo.

Answer to moo?

Did that sentence just make
some sense that I'm not in on?

Mothers opposed to the occult.

A powerful new group.

And who came up
with that lame name?

That would be the founder.

I believe you call her mom.

Oh, sit down, honey.

Principal snyder talk to you?

Yes. He's quite
concerned.

Mom, I know what this looks
like, and I can totally...

You don't have
to explain, honey.

This isn't exactly a surprise.

Why not?

Oh, well, identification
with mythical icons

is perfectly typical
of your age group.

It's a classic
adolescent response

to the pressures of
incipient adulthood.

Oh. Is that what it is?

Of course, I wish you
could have identified

with something
a little less icky,

but developmentally speaking...

Mom, I'm not an age group.

I'm me. Willow group.

Oh, honey...

I understand.

No, you don't.

Mom, this may be hard
for you to accept,

but I can do stuff.

Nothing bad or dangerous,

but I can do spells.

You think you can,

and that's what concerns me.

The delusions.

Mom, how would you know
what I can do?

I mean, the last time we had a
conversation over 3 minutes,

it was about the patriarchal
bias of the Mr. Rogers show.

Well, with king Friday lording
it over all the lesser puppets.

Mom, you're not
paying attention.

And this is your way
of trying to get it.

Now, I have consulted
with some of my colleagues,

and they agree that this
is a cry for discipline.

You're grounded.

Grounded?

This is the first time ever...

I've done something you don't
like, and I'm grounded?

I'm supposed to mess up.
I'm a teenager, remember?

You're upset.
I hear you.

No, ma, hear this.

I'm a rebel.

I'm having a rebellion.

Willow, honey, you don't
need to act out like this

to prove your specialness.

Mom, I'm not acting out.
I'm a witch.

I can make pencils float.

And I can summon the 4 elements.

Ok, 2, but 4 soon.

And I'm dating a musician.

Oh, Willow!

I worship beelzebub.

I do his biddings.

Do you see any goats around?
No, because I sacrificed them.

All bow before Satan!

I'm not listening to this.

Prince of night, I summon you.

Come fill me with your
black, naughty evil.

That's enough!
Is that clear?

Now, you will go to your room

and stay there until
I say otherwise.

And we're going
to make some changes.

I don't want you hanging out
with those friends of yours.

It's clear where this
little obsession came from.

You will not speak
to bunny summers again.

I don't want you seeing
that Willow anymore.

I've spoken with her mother.

I had no idea her forays into
the occult had gone so far.

You're the one who ordered
the raid on the school today.

Honey, they opened
a few lockers.

Lockers.
First syllable, lock.

They're supposed to be private.

And they took
all of giles' books away.

He'll get most of them back.

Moo just wants to weed out
the offensive material.

Everything else will be returned to Mr.
Giles soon.

If we're going to solve this,
we need those books now.

Sweetie, those books have no place
in a public school library.

Especially now.

Any student can waltz in there
and get all sorts of ideas.

Do you understand
how that terrifies me?

Mom, I hate that these people
scared you so much.

And I know that you're
just trying to help,

but you have to let me
handle this.

It's what I do.

But is it really?

I mean, you patrol, you slay.

Evil pops up, you undo it.
And that's great.

But is sunnydale
getting any better?

Are they running out
of vampires?

I don't think that
you run out of...

It's not your fault.

You don't have a plan. You
just react to things.

It's bound to be
kind of fruitless.

Ok, maybe I don't have a plan.

Lord knows I don't
have lapel buttons.

Buffy.

And maybe next time that the world
is getting sucked into hell,

I won't be able to stop it because
the anti-hell-sucking book

isn't on the approved
reading list.

I'm sorry. I didn't
mean to put down...

Yeah, well, you did.

It doesn't matter.

I have to go.

I have to go on one
of my pointless patrols

and react to some vampires.

If that's all right with moo.

And nice acronym, mom.

Just trying
to make things better.

You are.

There's bad people out there.

And we can't sleep.

Not until you hurt them.

The way they hurt us.

Hey.

Hi.

How are you?

I'm all right.

I think I'm better
than you right now.

I heard about this.

People are talking.

People are even talking to me.

It's strange.

People die in sunnydale
all the time...

And I've never seen
anything like this.

They were children.

Innocent.

It makes a difference.

And Mr. sanderson from
the bank had it coming?

My mom... Said
some things to me

about being the slayer.

That it's fruitless.

No fruit for Buffy.

She's wrong.

Is she?

Is sunnydale any better than
when I first came here?

Ok, so I battle evil.

But I don't really win.

The bad keeps coming back
and getting stronger.

I'm like that kid in the story,

the boy that stuck
his finger in the duck.

Dike.

It's another word for dam.

Oh.

Ok, that story makes
a lot more sense now.

Buffy, you know, I'm
still figuring things out.

There's a lot
I don't understand.

But I do know it's
important to keep fighting.

I learned that from you.

But we never...

We never win.

Not completely.

We never will.

That's not why we fight.

We do it 'cause there's
things worth fighting for.

Those kids. Their parents.

Their parents.

Look, I know it's not much.

No. No, it's a lot.

Session interrupted?

Who said you could interrupt,

you stupid, useless fad.

No, I said fad.

And I'll say it again.

At that point, I will
become frightened.

Take heart.
We found your books.

You can put the heart
back. We can't get them.

They're locked up in city hall.

"Frisky watcher's chat
room." Why, giles. Oh!

Buffy, oz and I found out...

What do we know
about these kids?

What?

Facts. Details.

Well, they were, uh,
found in the park.

No. Where did they
go to school?

Who were their parents?
What are their names?

We know everything
about their deaths,

but we don't even know
their names.

Well, sure we do. Um, it's
on the tip of my tongue.

That never came up.
Ever.

And if no one knows
who they are,

where did these pictures
come from?

I just assumed someone
had the details.

I never really...

Well, that is strange.

We need to get some information.

Yeah, well, somebody else do it.

This thing's locked me out.

Well, if you wouldn't
yell at it.

I can look around,

but Willow would really
know the sites we need.

That's great. She can't
even come to the phone.

The wrath of moo.

Well, we don't need a phone.

All right, we're linked.

If anybody's
I.D.'D the kids,

she'll pull it up
and feed it here.

All right, "2 children found dead.
Mysterious Mark..."

no. No. These children were
found near Omaha in 1949.

Yeah, they ain't ours.
Keep going.

Wait.

Those are...

The same kids.

50 years ago.

"1899. Utah...
Two children...

Rural community torn
apart by suspicion."

100 years ago. I mean,
how is this possible?

There's no mention
of who they were.

They've never been
seen alive, just dead.

A lot.

Ah. There were
more articles.

Every 50 years.
All the same.

From as far back as 1649.

Can I see that?

Written by a cleric from a
village near the black forest.

He found the bodies himself.

Two children...

Greta Strauss, age 6.

Hans Strauss, 8.

So they have names.
That's new.

Willow.

I thought I made myself clear.

You're not minding me.

Mom...

I see what you're doing.
You're challenging me.

But I will not have you
communicating

with your cyber-coven
or what have you.

Coven? What happened to me being
delusional and acting out?

Well, that was before
I talked in depth

with Ms. summers
and her associates.

It seems I've been
rather close-minded.

So, you believe me?

I believe you, dear.

Now all I can do
is let you go with love.

Let me go?

What does that mean?

Mom?

Giles:
Uh, wait a minute.

Uh... uh...

There is a fringe theory
held by a few folklorists

that some regional stories
have actual, um

very literal antecedents.

And in some language
that's english?

Fairy tales are real?

Hans and gre...

Hansel and gretel?

Wait. Hansel and gretel?

Breadcrumbs, ovens,
gingerbread house?

Of course.

Well, it makes sense now.

Yeah, it's all
falling into place.

Of course that place is
nowhere near this place.

Some demons thrive

by fostering hatred
and, uh, persecution

amongst the mortal animals.

Not by... not by destroying men,

but by watching men
destroy each other.

They feed us our darkest fear

and turn peaceful communities
into vigilantes.

Hansel and gretel run
home to tell everyone

about the mean old witch.

And then she and probably
dozens of others

are persecuted
by a righteous mob.

It's happened
all throughout history.

It happened in Salem,
not surprisingly.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
I'm still spinning

on this whole fairy tales
are real thing.

So what do we do?

I don't know about you, but I'm
going to go trade my cow in

for some beans.

No one else is seeing
the funny here.

Giles, we need to talk to mom.

If she knows the truth, she
can defuse the whole thing.

What happened?

I was attacked.

Officially not funny.

By whom?

My dad. His friends.

They're taking people
out of their homes.

They're talking about a
trial down at city hall.

They got Amy.

Michael, stay here and hide.

Giles, we'll go find my mom.

Tell Willow to get
out of her house.

Stay in my office.

Mom, we really have to talk...

It's time to go.

Oh, and get your coat.
It's chilly out.

Go? Go where?

I said get your coat, witch!

Did you speak to the
families on sycamore street?

Yes, I did.

Great.

Buffy. Mr. giles.

Did something happen?

Mom, we need
to talk to you. Now.

Well, of course, honey.

Um, go on without me.

No, we need to talk alone.

Look, there's
more to this than...

You were right.

It was easy.

I told you.

It gets even easier.

But I'm still scared
of the bad girls.

You have to stop them.

You have to make them go away...

Forever.

Willow!

Hold still.
Be a good girl.

No! Why are you doing
this to me? Mom?

There's no cure but the fire.

Buffy!

Wake up!

This is crazy, mom.

Buffy!

Buffy!

Cordelia:
Wake up!

Cordelia?

Took you long enough to wake up.

My hand hurts.

Pity.

Oh. Why are you here?

Things are way out
of control, giles.

First the thing at school,

and then my mom confiscates

all of my black clothes
and scented candles.

I came over here to tell
Buffy to stop this craziness

and found you
all unconscious... again.

How many times have you
been knocked out, anyway?

I swear, one of these times,

you're going to wake up
in a coma.

Wake up in a... oh, never mind.

We need to save Buffy
from hansel and gretel.

Now, let's be clear.

The brain damage happened
before I hit you.

What's with the grim?

We're here to join you guys.

Really. Why should you
guys have all the fun?

We want to be part of the hate.

Just so we're clear,

you guys know
you're nuts, right?

Buffy!

Good morning, sleepyhead.

Mom, you don't want this.

Since when does it
matter what I want?

I wanted a normal,
happy daughter.

Instead I got a slayer.

Torch.

Thanks.

This has been so trying.

You've been such a champ.

Oh, you, too, Joyce.

We should stay close,
have lunch.

Oh, I'd like that.
How nice.

Oh, you can't be serious.

Mom, don't!

All right. You want
to fry a witch?

I'll give you a witch.

Goddess hecate, work thy will.

Uh-oh.

Before thee let
the unclean thing crawl.

She couldn't do us first?

You've seen what we can do.

Another step and you
will all feel my power.

What are you going to do,
float a pencil at them?

It's a really big power.

Yes! You will all be
turned into vermin.

And some of you will be fish.

Yeah, you in the back
will be fish.

Maybe we should go.

But you promised.

You have to kill the bad girls.

Cordelia: I can't believe you had
this stuff in your apartment.

It smells foul.

Shred the wolfsbane.
That's the leafy stuff.

And then you can crush
the satyrion root.

Luften sie den something.

Schlumer? Schluter?

What are you muttering about?

It's a part of an incantation.

It's in German,
and without my books...

What does it mean?

It's about lifting a veil.

It should make the demons
appear in their true form,

which with any luck, will
negate their influence.

And, uh, drop a toadstone
into the mixture.

This?

It doesn't look like a toad.

No reason it should.

It's from inside the toad.

I hate you.

We got to get inside.

Willow:
No! Oh, god, help!

Wil?

It sounds like she's
right above us?

Little girl:
They hurt us.

Little boy:
Burn them.

Mom, dead people are talking to you.
Do the math.

I'm sorry, Buffy.

Mom, look at me!

You love me.

You're not going to be able to
live with yourself if you do this.

You earned this.

You toyed with unnatural forces.

What kind of a mother would I be

if I didn't punish you?

Ouch! You got hair
with that.

God, you really were the little
youthful offender, weren't you?

You must just look back
on that and cringe.

Shh!

Buffy, I can't take it.
It's too hot.

I'm sorry, wil.
If it wasn't for me,

none of this
would have happened.

It wouldn't be...

Stop them!

Do you like that? Huh?

Buffy, I'm on fire!

Cordelia, put out the fire!

Oh, right.

Ruft euch an.

Verbergt euch nicht hinter
falschen gesichtern.

Ok, I think I liked
the two little ones

more than the one big one.

Oh, my god!

Protect us.

Kill the bad girls.

You know what? Not as
convincing in that outfit.

Grr!

Did I get it?

Did I get it?

Aah!

We're here to save you.

Your mom doesn't mind us
doing this in the house?

She doesn't know.

Business as usual?

Sort of. She's doing that
selective memory thing

your mom used to be so good at.

She forgot everything?

No. She remembered the part where
I said I was dating a musician.

Oz has to come
for dinner next week.

So, that's sort of like
taking an interest.

Ok, should we try this again?

Let's do it. I think we got the
mix of herbs right this time.

Ok. Ready?

Willow:
Diana, hecate,

I hereby license thee to depart.

Goddess of creatures
great and small,

I conjure thee to withdraw.

Maybe we should get her
one of those wheel thingies.

Grr... argh.