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Date Posted: 19:27:34 07/02/03 Wed
Author: First aired Thursday 3rd July 2003
Subject: Episode 8.20 - "SHATTER" by Kashmanik (Part I)

PREVIOUSLY ON “BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER”…. All Season Eight episodes can be found at www.voy.com/138441/

NOTE: This season is based upon events in Buffy the Vampire Slayer only as far as Season Seven’s “Storyteller”, since this is when writing began. As a result Xander still has two eyes, Anya and Spike are alive, Sunnydale still exists, and the Potentials were never called.

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“SHATTER” by Kashmanik





TEASER:


THE MAGIC BOX – NIGHT

(We pick up where the previous episode ended – the gang are gathered at the open door of the Magic Box, looking at Amy who is seated at the central table.)

AMY: Hey.

(The gang stand, hesitant, at the door. No one moves for a moment, but the camera pans up to Xander. His face is a mass of shock and confusion.)

GILES: No one go near her.

(Buffy, without looking at Giles, starts moving forward, getting as far as the steps.)

GILES: (sarcastic) Or, alternatively….

XANDER: Amy? What… -

BUFFY: What the hell are you doing here?

(Amy stares blankly at Buffy, almost looking through her. Amy is visibly trembling, and seems to be struggling to stay conscious.)

AMY: Help me… She’s –

(Amy suddenly begins to spasm violently, startling the gang as she tumbles from her chair to the ground. Her limbs are jerking out erratically, her head is raising and then slamming back down, hard, on the tiled floor. The gang move in hurriedly from the door, all except Xander, who remains at the entrance, wide-eyed.)

WILLOW: Amy?!

(Willow runs to Amy and kneels beside her. She reaches out to grab Amy’s arms and hold her, but is thrown by an unseen force so hard that she slams into the ceiling before falling to the ground.)
KENNEDY: Willow!

(The camera moves to an overhead shot, and we slowly zoom in on Willow as the gang gather around her. Slowly, a puddle of blood forms beneath her head.)


OPENING CREDITS



ACT ONE

THE MAGIC BOX INT. – NIGHT

(The gang are gathered around Willow still, whilst Giles and Spike watch over the still-spasming Amy. Xander rushes in from the entrance to stand over Willow, all the while glancing back and forth warily at Amy.)

DAWN: Will?

(Willow’s eyes are open, gazing emptily at the ceiling. Dawn tentatively places a hand to her neck, and manages a small smile of relief when she feels a pulse.)

BUFFY: (to the room) Ambulance!

(Andrew runs to the phone on the wall, and starts punching in the number. We hear him speaking to the Operator in the background during the following.)

KENNEDY: (quietly) That bitch…

(Kennedy grabs a sword, and turns round to point it at Amy. Spike steps into frame and grabs her arms.)

SPIKE: I don’t think so.

KENNEDY: She –

SPIKE: - is trembling like a 13 year old at a Justin Timberlake concert. Not much threat now.

(Kennedy glares at Spike, almost a challenge… Spike simply raises his eyebrows at the Potential, and
she drops the sword.)

GILES: Spike’s right. We keep her alive. She’s our only source of information on Proserpexa.

(Andrew hangs up the phone and rejoins the group.)

ANDREW: They’re coming. Won’t be long. Is she –

GILES: Alive? Yes.

ANDREW: And the Padawan?

GILES: The what?!

(Amy abruptly stops shaking, and lies motionless on the floor.)

SPIKE: Amy’s alive. I can hear her heart.

(The camera moves back to Willow and the people gathered around her. Xander and Dawn are speaking at once, comforting Willow. Anya is stood at the door, awaiting the paramedics.)

ANYA: Shouldn’t we hide her?

FAITH: Why, for a fun game of Hide and Seek when the ambulance arrives?! Willow needs help!

ANYA: Not her, Amy! If they get here and see her, they’re going to want to take her too.

BUFFY: Anya’s right. Amy isn’t going anywhere.

GILES: Buffy, she clearly needs medical attention.

BUFFY: Then we’ll help her ourselves. But she isn’t leaving my sight…

(Buffy stands and walks over to the prone Amy, and looks down at her.)

BUFFY: We don’t know how dangerous she is, or what she’s doing. But we’re damn well going to find out.

ANYA: (yelling) They’re here!

BUFFY: Spike, can you take her somewhere?

(Spike looks warily at Amy, then wide-eyed at Buffy.)

SPIKE: And get zapped too?!

(Buffy gives him “the look”.)

SPIKE: OK, yep, will do….

(Spike cautiously picks up Amy, and isn’t thrown back. He runs out the back door of the Magic Box
with her, and is followed by Giles who nods a goodbye to Buffy and glances worriedly at Willow. As
they leave, the camera pans around to the paramedics entering the shop, and moving towards Willow.)


SUNNYDALE ALLEYWAY – NIGHT

(Spike continues running through the alley, with Amy slumped over his shoulder. Giles is running to
catch up.)

GILES: Spike!

(The vampire stops and turns back.)

SPIKE: Glad you came. I was starting to debate just what the hell to do.

GILES: We should get her somewhere secure. Somewhere Proserpexa’s people won’t know…

(A smile creeps onto Spike’s face.)

SPIKE: I know just the place.


THE MAGIC BOX INT – NIGHT

(Willow is being carefully lifted onto a stretcher as the Scoobs stand around, worried. The paramedics
begin carrying Willow towards the door, and everyone starts to follow. The stretcher gets as far as the
door, with Buffy the closest behind it, when she turns back to the group.)

BUFFY: No. Dawn, Anya, Faith, Andrew… you stay here.

DAWN: (angrily) What?!

BUFFY: (slowly and pointedly) You have to do the RESEARCH. For your project tomorrow. About SNAKES.

DAWN: (quietly) OK.



THE MAGIC BOX EXT. - NIGHT

(Buffy, Kennedy and Xander follow the paramedics out the door, and Kennedy climbs into the ambulance.)

KENNEDY: (sincerely) You don’t mind?

XANDER: It’s fine. We’ll drive.

(Kennedy smiles at Xander, before the ambulance door is slammed shut.)

XANDER: (to Buffy) C’mon.

(The pair begin running down the street.)



THE MAGIC BOX INT – NIGHT

(Dawn, Anya, Faith and Andrew stand around, still reeling from what’s going on.)

ANYA: So… research.

FAITH: My favourite.

(Dawn walks over to the central table where Amy was sitting, and looks at a stack of a handful of
books that are sitting there. Dawn picks one up, glances at the cover and begins to thumb through it.)

DAWN: Anya… these aren’t ours, are they?

(Anya crosses to Dawn and snatches the book from her.)

ANYA: No. Unless Giles is ordering extra books to gain favour with the customers and usurp me.

FAITH: (laughing) Girl, if he wanted to get rid of you…

ANYA: (snapping) He’d what?!

(Anya is advancing on Faith now, and whilst Faith DOES stand her ground, she seems wary of Anya.)

ANYA: What would he do, Faith? What?

FAITH: (frowning) Chill. I was only joking with you.
ANYA: (walking away) Yeah, well I’ve had to listen to your “jokes” all night…

(Anya picks up the remaining books on the table as she storms into the Training Room. Faith watches
as she leaves, narrowing her eyes. The Slayer then storms over to the shelves, grabs a book at random
and starts reading. Dawn and Andrew turn to look at each other.)

ANDREW: Ooh, tense.

(As Dawn rolls her eyes, we cut to -)


XANDER’S CAR INT. – NIGHT

(We see through the car windows that Xander is driving fast. Maybe a little too fast. Buffy has pressed
herself down into her seat, and is clearly a little worried about their speed, but is keeping quiet. The
silence in the car is deafening, until Xander breaks it abruptly.)

XANDER: Amy’s alive.

BUFFY: (quietly) Yeah.

XANDER: But… she shouldn’t be. I killed her.

BUFFY: Sunnydale, Xand, remember. Death not exactly indicative of the end of life.

XANDER: I don’t understand any of this. Amy, did she seem to you –

BUFFY: - terrified? Yep. Doesn’t mean we should trust her. Look what she’s done to Willow.

XANDER: That could have been an accident.

BUFFY: Or it could have been a trap that we fell for hook, line and sinker.

(This silences Xander for a while. Buffy presses on…)

BUFFY: Think about it Xander. In a fight, none of us could stand up to the powers Amy has. Except for Willow.

(Xander remains silent… the tension in the car is building.)

BUFFY: It makes sense. Amy takes Willow out of the picture and Proserpexa gets free reign.

XANDER: I know, but…

BUFFY: Why are you acting like this? Protecting her? 3 months ago you were pointing a gun at her.

XANDER: And three weeks ago I ran a knife through her. Things change.

(Buffy opens her mouth to speak, but stops. She rests back in her seat, and stares out the passenger side
window.)

BUFFY: Either way, we’ve got her now. Right where we want her. Somewhere safe.

(CUT TO – a closeup of Giles’ face.)

GILES: This is “somewhere safe”?

(Spike stands proudly next to Giles, who is looking more than a little confused. Amy is still slumped
over Spike’s shoulder.)

SPIKE: Well, yeah. Snake Gal doesn’t know it, it’s out of the way, and it’s secure.

GILES: And it’s your old crypt.

(We pan back to see that we are in…)

GRAVEYARD – NIGHT

(And indeed, Spike and Giles are standing outside Spike’s old crypt, which we haven’t seen since
Season Six.)

GILES: I suppose you’re right.

(Giles begins to walk towards the heavy stone door, and pauses.)

GILES: Do you hear that?

(CUT TO -)

(Amy now slumped over Giles shoulder, as Spike kicks the door open and leaps inside, in full vamp
face.)


CRYPT INT. – NIGHT

(The camera is close on Spike as the soft strains of Opera music are audible inside. But Spike’s face is
utterly aghast as the camera pans around to…)

CLEM: Spike?!

(We now see what Spike sees – a large black, silk sheet covering Clem and a similarly loose-skinned
demon curled up together on top of a sarcophagus. Naked.)

GIRL DEMON: Argh. Um….

CLEM: (high-pitched) A little privacy!

(Spike stands, still in a state of shock, before quickly hurrying back outside and slamming the door.)


GRAVEYARD – NIGHT

GILES: What was it?

SPIKE: Something I’ll be repressing for a long time.


THE MAGIC BOX (TRAINING ROOM) – NIGHT

(Anya is seated on the bench, flicking through the books from the table. She is mouthing to herself,
narrowing her eyes, curling her lips. She’s clearly still angry, and having a conversation in her head.
Dawn enters quietly, and Anya doesn’t look up.)

DAWN: Hey. How goes the research?

ANYA: Crappy.

DAWN: You want a little help?

ANYA: (sarcastic) Yes, I’m sure the 3 and a half year old High School student can be invaluable.

DAWN: (cold) Fine. Do it yourself.

(Dawn begins to leave, when - )

ANYA: No. Stay. I’m… I’m sorry.

(Dawn turns back to her, and smiles.)

DAWN: It’s OK. I’m no stranger to the Faith-induced rage.

ANYA: It’s infuriating! She’s murdered people, but she’s accepted by you all. She’s painfully blunt, and usually offends people. She doesn’t like living by societies rules, but no one seems to question her about it.

DAWN: (smiling) Hmm… sounds a little familiar.

ANYA: What?

DAWN: Nothing. So, the books…

ANYA: Amy must have brought them. They’re mostly prayer books of some kind to Proserpexa… you know, sacrifices she appreciates, the “correct” way to show your love for her. But there’re some details here and there which could be useful.

DAWN: Such as.

ANYA: I don’t know, I’m still translating. But one word keeps appearing.

DAWN: Which is?

ANYA: (gravely) “Shatter”.


HOSPITAL LOBBY – NIGHT

(Xander and Buffy rush to the reception desk.)

XANDER: We’re looking for a friend, she was just brought in. Willow Rosenberg.

BUFFY: She had a serious head injury.

RECEPTIONIST: Rosenberg?

(She glances at a chart, then back up at Xander and Buffy.)

RECEPTIONIST: She’s in 7. Just down there, on your left.

BUFFY: Thank you.

(Buffy and Xander walk quickly, following the directions, into -)

HOSPITAL ROOM – NIGHT

(Willow is laid on her side, as a Nurse checks the newly-stitched wound on her head. Buffy and
Xander enter. Kennedy is hovering nervously beside the bed, and looks on the verge of tears. Buffy and
Xander nod their hello’s to her.)

NURSE: Hello?

BUFFY: Hi. We’re friends of Willow. Is she OK?

(The Doctor smiles at Buffy, then turns back to Willow and begins applying a dressing to her head.)

NURSE: Your friend will be fine, it seems. She has a light concussion, I’d imagine she’ll be awake before long. She took a nasty knock to the head, what happened?

(Buffy and Xander answer at the same time.)

BUFFY: Skating accident.

XANDER: Putting up shelves.

(Buffy and Xander look at each other in a “Your version makes no sense” sorta way, while the Nurse
simply looks puzzled.)

BUFFY: (slowly) She was skating… whilst assembling shelves.

XANDER: It’s a new extreme sport.

BUFFY: She’s a radical thinker.

(The nurse gives a nervous smile, and begins heading for the door.)

NURSE: You can sit quietly with her for a moment, but please don’t move her. I’ll be back in a minute.

XANDER: OK.

(Buffy crosses to Kennedy, and puts an arm around her shoulder.)

BUFFY: See? She’ll be fine.

(Xander sits down in a seat by Willow’s bed, and holds her hand between his.)

XANDER: (whispering) Come on, Will.

(CUT TO -)


GRAVEYARD – NIGHT

SPIKE: Come on Clem!

(Amy is now laid on the floor, and Giles is seated on a gravestone next to her. Spike is pacing back and
forth in front of the crypt.)

SPIKE: (to Giles) Can you believe it? In my crypt. My crypt!

GILES: You haven’t lived there for two years, for gods sake…

SPIKE: It’s the principle!

(Spike hammers on the door.)

SPIKE: Get out of there, you horny little bugger!

(The door is opened by a very flustered Clem, whose lady friend smiles politely to Spike and Giles
before disappearing into the graveyard. Clem watches her leave, wistfully.)

CLEM: Isn’t she something?

SPIKE: A lot of something, from what I saw.

(Clem glares at Spike, then notices the still unconscious Amy, and Giles.)

CLEM: Hey, what’s going on? Who’s the girl?

SPIKE: She’s a witch. Involved in something dark. We’re looking to hold her in the crypt… unless there’s any more folks lurking in there we should know about?

CLEM: No, come in, come in, get comfy.


CRYPT INT – NIGHT

(Spike follows Clem into the crypt, and Giles follows carrying Amy soon after. Giles begins to lay her
on the top of a sarcophagus, but grimaces when he sees the black silk sheet.)

GILES: Ugh…

(Clem sheepishly reaches across and pulls away the sheet, tossing it into a dark corner. Giles lays Amy
down gently, and takes her pulse.)

GILES: (to Spike) It’s still racing.

(Spike furrows his brow.)

CLEM: So what’s the story? She got something to do with that big ol’ Temple up on Kingman’s?

GILES: Yes. She’s working for Proserpexa.

CLEM: Proserpexa? Holy cats! That’s not something a mortal should be messing with. She’s been spooking out everyone, most of the more socially-able demons in town have been making the skidaddle since she turned up.

SPIKE: So why did you stay?

CLEM: (sighs) Love…

(Spike rolls his eyes, and we cut to -)


MAGIC BOX (MAIN ROOM) – NIGHT

(Faith is stood next to Andrew as he goes, in order, along the shelf. As he takes down a book, Faith
glances at the cover, and tosses it aside.)

FAITH: More crap.

(We can see a large pile of books that Faith has discarded.)

ANDREW: Are you sure there’s nothing in any of them?

FAITH: Yup. It’s all amateur witchcraft trash. We need Giles, at least he knows which of these could be useful.

ANDREW: Hey, we can research too. We have experience of battling the vile foes of the seedy demonic underbelly in this seemingly quiet, yet utterly lethal town.

FAITH: (smiling) Well, I agree with the sentiment, but go easy on the vocab kid.

ANDREW: You know what I mean though. We can do this.

FAITH: Yeah, we can do it. We’re a team.

ANDREW: We’re unstoppable.

FAITH: We’re masters.

ANDREW: We’re the Unstoppable Research Masters of Sunnydale!

FAITH: (grinning) Woo!

(Faith realises what she’s saying, and pulls herself together.)

FAITH: (mock serious) You tell anyone that, and you die a virgin.

(Andrew knows that she’s joking, and smiles, turning back to the shelf.)

ANDREW: “Transmogrification Spells of the Seventeenth Dynasty Priesthood”?

FAITH: (tossing it aside) Crap.

(Dawn enters from the Training Room, heads to a separate bookshelf to Faith and Andrew, and grabs a
couple of large, heavy books.)

FAITH: How’s it going?

DAWN: Good, I think. I’m just grabbing a couple of translation guides. Some parts of Amy’s books are written in a language we don’t recognize.

ANDREW: Amy’s books?

FAITH: You’ve got primo information and didn’t tell us?

(Dawn shrugs nervously, and heads back for the Training Room.)

DAWN: Anya said she could handle it on her own…

(Dawn stops and glances up at the Upper Level of the shop, where the Dark Arts books are stored. A
flash of inspiration crosses her face, but she walks into the Training Room.)


FAITH: (to herself) Demon girl’s got a point to prove, huh?

ANDREW: Pardon?

FAITH: (sly smile) We’re a team, right?

ANDREW: (happy) Totally!

FAITH: Well we’re winning this race.

(Close-up on Faith and Andrew, in game face – they mean business now, and they resume reading and
discarding books at a much quicker pace than before.)


(CUT TO - )

PROSERPEXA’S TEMPLE (CORRIDOR) – NIGHT

(The camera is pointing down a long, empty corridor. The engraving’s on the Temple wall swirl and
merge into each other forming faces, symbols, snakes… the walls glow a faint green, and a dull
thumping sound, like a pulse, seems to emanate from them. The camera begins slowly moving down
the hall, but gradually gets faster and faster until we emerge into -)

PROSERPEXA’S TEMPLE (MIRROR ROOM) – NIGHT

(The Mirror of Mipax stands in the center of the colossal chamber, slowly rotating and emitting beams
of light at random. Proserpexa is lying on the floor a dozen metres in front of it. Although we don’t see
anything graphic, Proserpexa is naked, and is in her demon form, writhing on the floor.)

PROSERPEXA: Soon. Soon.

(CUT TO -)

PROSERPEXA’S TEMPLE (EXTERNAL CRANE SHOT) – NIGHT

(We see a carving of a female figure, with a snake coiled around her, begin to move. As the camera
pans back we can see that there are many of these statues adorning the walls of the Temple. All at once
they lean out from the wall, their legs still stone, and hold their arms out wide as if to embrace
someone.)


END OF ACT ONE

COMMERCIALS

ACT TWO

GILES’ HOUSE (EXTERNAL COURTYARD) – EARLY MORNING

(Faith and Andrew enter the courtyard, in mid-conversation.)

ANDREW: And he won’t mind?

FAITH: Nah, we used to do it all the time.

ANDREW: (dubious) Really?

FAITH: (snorting) No.

(Faith slams her shoulder into Giles front door, smashing it open. They enter into -)

GILES HOUSE INT. – EARLY MORNING

(Faith marches in and goes straight to Giles’ bookcase. Andrew heads round into the kitchen, and starts
rummaging through the cupboards.)

FAITH: (to herself) He’s gotta have something…

ANDREW: (to himself) Mmm, Pop Tarts.

(Faith stands up slowly, and turns to face Andrew. He seems a little scared by the look on her face.)

FAITH: Pop Tarts?

ANDREW: (nervous) Uh, yeah.

(There is a long pause. Painfully long. Eventually - )

FAITH: Cool, make me some.

(Andrew grins, gives a sigh of relief and puts them in the toaster. Faith goes back to looking through
the shelves. After a little while she finds something, and moves over to lie down on Giles’ couch. She
begins flicking through, searching, searching….)

ANDREW: Got something?

FAITH: Maybe. Magical curses.

ANDREW: Oooh.

FAITH: Yeah, fun for all the family….
(Andrew moves from the kitchen into the living room, and leans over the back of the couch to see the
book. After a moment, he points out a passage in the book.)

ANDREW: Is that it?

FAITH: (smiles) Bingo!

(The toaster suddenly pops up in unison with Faith.)


HOSPITAL ROOM – EARLY MORNING

(Kennedy is now seated next to Willow, stroking her hair, as Xander stands gazing out of the window.
Buffy enters the room, smiles at Kennedy and crosses to Xander. They talk quietly, out of earshot of
Kennedy.)

XANDER: Anything?

BUFFY: Nada. I spoke to Anya at the shop. She said Amy left some books, she and Dawn are working on translating them. And apparently Dawn thinks she might be onto something… Anya was a little cagey.

XANDER: And Amy?

BUFFY: They haven’t heard from Spike or Giles. Which is either a very good thing, or a very bad thing. I’m gonna head out to search for them.

XANDER: Sounds good. You need me to drive you?

BUFFY: Nah, there’re a couple of places I’m gonna check near here anyway. Besides, you should be here for Willow.

XANDER: She’s got Kennedy.

BUFFY: She’ll want you.

(Xander smiles, then reaches over and embraces Buffy. She smiles, then leaves the hug.)

XANDER: Be careful.

BUFFY: You know me, I never go looking for trouble…

XANDER: (laughs) I’ll call you when she wakes up.

(Buffy nods, walks over to Kennedy, and touches her on the shoulder. Kennedy looks up, gives Buffy a
little smile, and Buffy leaves the room. Xander moves to stand next to Kennedy.)

XANDER: Buffy’s just heading out to find Amy.

KENNEDY: Good. ‘Cos if Willow doesn’t wake up soon, I’m gonna want to know where that witch is.



GILES HOUSE INT. – MORNING

ANDREW: So, it wasn’t a trap?

FAITH: Not according to this. The book talks about a spell that can be cast to keep secrets, stop someone from divulging sensitive information.

ANDREW: So Proserpexa hit Amy with the spell… but that means –

FAITH: - that Amy was trying to defect.

ANDREW: Wow.

FAITH: Yeah…

(Faith stands


MAGIC BOX (MAIN ROOM) – MORNING

ANYA: No, no, no, no, no.

DAWN: Yes.

(Dawn is climbing the ladder to the upper level.)

ANYA: You can’t. I won’t let you. I’m putting my foot down.

(Anya actually slams her foot down on the ground, causing a raised eyebrow from Dawn, who is now
on the upper level and collecting some books.)

DAWN: You told me that Willow’s still unconscious. And we can only translate part of those books without Amy’s help. We’re useless unless we do something.

ANYA: And by “something” you mean dark magicks? Magicks you’ve never wielded before.

DAWN: I know I can do this. I’ve felt… different lately. Powerful. Ever since the spell I cast on the Kogler.

ANYA: You didn’t say anything.

DAWN: Duh! There was kind of an emergency going on.

(Anya climbs the ladder, and joins Dawn on the upper level. Dawn now has a bag of herbs, a long, thin
knife, a bag of powder, and a large book.)

ANYA: Different… how?

DAWN: I… can feel the magic surging in me. But it feels old. Like it’s always been there. Like I’m tapping into something.

ANYA: (seriously) The Key.

DAWN: Maybe.

(Dawn pours the bag of powder out slowly, forming a circle which she sits down in the middle of.)

ANYA: You can’t go on using magic. Not until we’re sure of what’s happening.

DAWN: And by then, Proserpexa will have done whatever it is she’s planning.

ANYA: We’ve got plenty of time!

DAWN: No, we don’t. It’s happening soon. Very soon. I can feel it.

ANYA: OK, this is actually creeping me out.

(Dawn opens the bag of herbs, pinches some between her thumb and forefinger, and swallows it. A look of disgust crosses her face.)

DAWN: Bleurgh. Yuck much?

(Anya is now wringing her hands, glancing around nervously. She clearly doesn’t want Dawn to carry on.)

DAWN: OK, Anya? Step back.

(Dawn lifts the knife, and presses the blade against her palm in preparation.)

ANYA: Right! That’s it, no way are you doing this.

DAWN: (sighing) Why now?

ANYA: Lemme see, the last time you bled all over the place Hell on Earth erupted!

DAWN: That was in a specific time and place. It won’t be the same now.

(Anya is getting slightly manic by this point.)

ANYA: Why?! Why won’t it?!

DAWN: Because –

ANYA: - you can feel it. Starting to notice the pattern.

(Dawn once again repositions the blade on the palm of her hand.)

DAWN: Trust me.

(Anya sighs, hesitates… and nods.)

DAWN: OK, here we go…

(Dawn draws the knife along the palm of her hand, leaving a deep cut. The blood wells up from it and Dawn holds her hand over the center of the circle, clenching a fist. Dawn winces in pain as the blood is squeezed through her clenched fist into the circle, and as the first drops splash on the floor, Dawn begins to chant. Anya looks on, worried.)

DAWN: Amy Madison. Willow Rosenberg. I bind you to me.

(A low rumbling sound begins to fill the air, and Anya starts to look even more panicky.)

DAWN: Your secrets will be known to me. I shine a light into your souls. I read the book of your thoughts.

(The rumbling builds further, and a light shaking begins.)

DAWN: Your barriers are lowered. Your mind is open. I….

(Rumbling louder, further shaking….)

DAWN: Am….

(The rumbling begins to reverberate, and the building’s shaking begins to knock dust and plaster from
the ceiling.)

DAWN: With…

(The rumbling is now deafening, and the shaking is so violent that Anya is knocked to her knees. She
stares wide-eyed in amazement, as…)

DAWN: You.

(Dawn begins to levitate in mid air, and is glowing a gentle green colour. She gradually becomes
transparent, then her form changes… she is now entirely green mist. She is the Key.)

ANYA: My god…

(Suddenly, the Key bursts up through the ceiling of the Magic Box, passing through without causing
any damage. Anya is left there kneeling, bewildered.)

SUNNYDALE HIGH STREET (EXTERNAL CRANE SHOT) – MORNING

(We can see the Key slowly, gently floating high above the town, swaying back and forth, dipping high
and low.)

SUNNYDALE PARK (EXTERNAL CRANE SHOT) – MORNING

(The Key swoops down low, zipping side to side, unseen by the people enjoying the early morning
sun.)

SUNNYDALE HOSPITAL (EXTERNAL CRANE SHOT) – MORNING

(The Key arrives at the side of the building, and slowly moves up the side, almost as though it is
searching the rooms. It finds what it is looking for, and enters through the window.)

HOSPITAL ROOM – MORNING

(Kennedy and Xander are seated by Willow’s bedside, and before they can even see what’s going on,
the Key moves over Willow, hovers above her for an instant, then lowers down and absorbs into
Willow’s body.)

KENNEDY: What the hell was that?

(Willow suddenly lurches up in the bed, her eyes wide, her jaw dropped.)

WILLOW: Oh…

(From Willow’s mouth a stream of green mist emerges, and begins to leave through the window.
However, it leaves behind a trail, almost like an anchor within Willow.)

XANDER: Willow!

SUNNYDALE HOSPITAL (EXTERNAL CRANE SHOT) – MORNING

(We see the Key leave the room, still shaped almost like a long string, and stretches down towards the
ground. It moves still further, over a large block of buildings until it reaches the -)

GRAVEYARD – MORNING

(We can see Buffy heading through the graveyard, until she spots the green mist stretching around and
between the gravestones, searching, until it passes through the stone door into -)


CRYPT INT. – MORNING

(Spike is watching TV whilst Clem and Giles watch over Amy, talking. The Key passes into the crypt
and, as with Willow, sinks down into Amy’s body, just as Buffy enters.)

BUFFY: Giles! What is that?

(Spike leaps up from the armchair at the same time as Amy finally awakens, sitting up with a jolt.)

AMY: Ugh?

(The string of green mist emerges from Amy’s mouth, and begins to coil together on the floor of the
crypt. It forms into Dawn, as Buffy, Giles, Spike and Clem stare in amazement. The string of green
mist connects to Dawn’s mouth.)

BUFFY: Dawn?

VARIOUS EXTERNAL SHOTS – MORNING

(We pan back over Dawn’s route, and see that the green mist now connects Amy, Dawn and Willow.)


CRYPT INT. – MORNING

DAWN: Give me your thoughts.

(We see the look of shock on Buffy’s face, as the screen goes to white.)

(We fade back in from white into a long corridor… gradually, chairs, posters, lockers begin fading into
existence, and we can recognize where we are. Sunnydale High School, circa 1997.)


CONT.

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