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Date Posted: 19:23:12 04/13/03 Sun
Author: First aired Sunday 13th April 2003
Subject: Episode 8.07 - "BROKEN WINDOWS" by BunnyPhobia (Part II)

ACT THREE

Back to precisely where we left it. Torg pushes the blade in, the tip just breaks the skin when Anya cries:

ANYA
Rigescere!

Suddenly Torg freezes, though his eye move angrily. Anya shuffles away from him, wriggling across the bed, managing to pull the charm she found earlier from her pocket. She grips it in her fist, we don’t see it.

ANYA
Guess I found the right charm, didn’t I

Anya stands, and bounces (legs and arms still bound) across the room. Torg manages to move enough to roar angrily. We follow Anya as she bounces across the flat

ANYA
Right, come on Anya. He’s a Yurvurnik Demon – magical, strong, and yet stupid…ish. Banishing spell…

Over her hopping shoulder, we see Torg still unable to move - the spell appears to be wearing off though, as he can now shout.

TORG
What are you going to do Anyanka? Whatever you do, I’ll still own your happiness. You can banish me all you like, but that won’t change!

Anya hops to the bathroom, pushes open the door.

ANYA
Who said I was happy anyway, Torg?

The demon is left speechless and angry. Tthe bathroom door is slammed shut.

Cut to black. Fade in to a busy hotel dining hall. Tables are arranged in long rows, white tablecloths covering the wood. Everything is very posh and shiny, waiters roam constantly, and the hall is full of people laughing, talking and drinking. Xander, Buffy, Kennedy and Willow are stood in the entrance, huddling. Scared.

BUFFY (awefully)
Oh. My. God. There’s so much cutlery. Look, it’s all… glinty and evil. Sometimes I hate you Xander.

WILLOW
Me too.

KENNEDY
What’s the problem? You guys never done dinner-dances before?

ALL THREE
No!

A desert trolley is wheeled past and parked alongside a wall.

WILLOW
Oh god, look at the trolley…There’s an 8-tier cake on there!

KENNEDY
It’s a posh hotel – the more tiers, the posher it is.

BUFFY
Does anyone actually eat all this stuff? Are you allowed to eat it?

WILLOW
Eight tiers?! …Will they ask us to leave if we break something…Because I can be very clumsy under pressure!

XANDER
Ok, guys…Chill. We’re gonna be ok. We’re gonna go find our seats, be quiet and polite, not spill anything…

Another waiter walks past, holding a tray of canapés and great towering colourful cocktails.

XANDER
Woah! They can’t be natural…

We see a man approaching them, a guy in a suit, very formal looking. He is flanked by another man and a woman. Suddenly Xander straightens his tie, and all his nerves seem to have gone. He moves forward to greet these strangers.

XANDER
Mr Rollsman. Good to meet you, Sir

The man in the centre and Xander shake hands.

MR ROLLSMAN
Mr Harris…

XANDER
I’d like you to meet my friends Buffy, Willow and Kennedy

Each greet Mr Rollsman in turn.

MR ROLLSMAN
Nice to meet you ladies. Mr Harris – has anyone taken your order
For drinks? (as Xander shakes his head) I’ll get that sorted out for you

Mr Rollsman, with the power of someone completely in control of everything, summons a waiter to them.

MR ROLLSMAN
Right – well enjoy your meal Mr Harris. If there’s anything else you require, don’t hesitate to ask.

The four watch him and his entourage move on, to greet other guests. The waiter gestures for them to move to their seats.

BUFFY
I don’t suppose we could still leave?

XANDER
I’m afraid not Buff. We’ve been through the meet and greet.

He holds out his arm, and Buffy places hers round it.

XANDER
We’re stuck here for good

BUFFY (pouting)
I want to go slay things

KENNEDY
Go slay your dinner (with a wicked grin) You’ve got plenty of forks…

Kennedy and Will move past and follow the waiter. Xander and Buffy follow, as Buffy gives a cry of despair.

BUFFY
This so isn’t fair….

Cut to:

Anya, kneeling on the floor of her bathroom. Infront of her is a candle.
.
ANYA (trying to light a match with her hands still tied)
This is so not fair…Light, match…come on!

From outside Torg still shouts

TORG O.S
Anyanka – you’re not going to solve anything! I’m
stronger than you! Do you know why you’re so miserable Anyanka? Because I made it so!

ANYA
No Torg, it’s called life.

TORG
The curse upon you prevents all marital happiness unless it’s with me! You hear that – you’ll never be happy unless you’re married to ME! You can never be happy!

Anya freezes as she realises what this means.

ANYA (whispered)
Xander…

TORG
And if you don’t return my love Anyanka…I can hurt you

Anya steadies herself, and lights the candle

ANYA
(factually) I’m not going to let you make me all scared and sweaty Torg. I’m not like I used to be – I’m better, and human. And no matter how hard you try to make it so - I don’t date demons!

Torg screams in rage

ANYA (muttered)
Where’s a black-eyed evil Willow when you need her.

She cracks her knuckles, as Torg still screams.

ANYA
Right…I can do this, I’m old with lifetimes of experiences and yet young and attractive – I can do this all on my own. And perhaps a banishing spell isn’t the most important thing at the moment…

Anya lifts a charm thing and waves it around. She takes a deep breath

ANYA
Demon I was, but demon no more
That was seen and was for saw
Feel no fear, will I today nor tomorrow
Let your curse be lifted from me Torg
BE GONE!

As Anya shouts the last line Torg’s screams stop.

ANYA(cautiously)
There.

She looks down and sees her that her bonds have gone – she is free. Anya blows out the candle, and then gets to her feet in the gloom.

ANYA
That was easier than I thought – guess I really do know
What I’m doing.

Suddenly the bathroom door explodes inwards, wrenched free of lock and hinge, slamming into Anya. She’s thrown off balance, on to the floor. From the doorway, there is a moving black shadow. It laughs.

TORG (version 2.0)
Remember what I said Anyanka? For the curse to be lifted you have to die!

Suddenly the phone rings in the background, and Torg, as much as a floaty shadow can, freezes, in surprise. Anya uses the pause to hold up the charm and cry:

ANYA
Caeco!

Torg suddenly becomes demon-shaped again and clutches at his eyes.

TORG
No! What did you do?! What did you do?!

Anya doesn’t answer, and instead scrambles to her feet, ducking past Torg, and running through the flat. She yanks open the door. Close on her face:

ANYA
Top Wings hotel…I hope you’ve got room for another visitor Xander

Anya runs out the apartment and down the hallway. Torg roars in the background

Cut to:

Giles sat in his apartment, his phone to his ear.

GILES
Anya, I don’t know if you’re there, but I was just… just, uh, calling to see how you were, actually.
(pause)
Anya? (to himself) Sod this. (to the phone) Anya, I’m driving straight over.

Giles puts down the phone, and moves to grab his coat

Cut to:

Anya running down the street in the dark. As she runs, we see Torg in the distance, following her. He’s still demon-shaped. Anya looks anxiously about her, sprinting quickly across the tarmac. We may recognise this as the street Giles lives on.

Cut to:

The Hotel. The dining hall, when cutlery is chinking, people are laughing and talking. Buffy is sat staring at her melon cocktail. A vast array of eating implements stretch from both sides of her placemat.

BUFFY (whispered)
Xander?!

XANDER
Uhuh?

BUFFY
Which fork?

Xander is eating, but he gestures to the correct one. Willow and Kennedy are sat opposite the pair, and more people are in the seat on either side of them.

Buffy picks up the fork dubiously.

BUFFY
Right. I knew that.

Close up as she stabs it into her melon slices

Cut to:

Anya’s quickening footsteps. From behind her, we hear the roar of Torg, and another roar of a car engine.

ANYA
Please don’t tell me he’s stolen a car…He’s not that clever.

GILES OS
(incredulous) Anya?!

We draw back to see Giles driving his car alongside the running Anya.

GILES
What’s on earth’s the matter?

ANYA(happier)
Giles!!

Giles pulls up to the kerb, and Anya hops into the front passenger seat. There is a moment of uncertainty.

ANYA
Well drive then!

GILES
What’s going on?

Through the rear window of the car, we see Torg approaching, the long claws in his hand extracted and sharpened.

GILES
Ah. That

Torg lunges for the vehicle just as Giles pulls away.

ANYA
Where’s Buffy? He needs slaying!

GILES
She’s at a hotel with Xander and Willow…

ANYA
Well go there then! Go! Go! Go!

With a screech of tires, Giles accelerates more, and we watch as he swerves around the corner, Torg following closely behind. The demon stops and roars at the sky…shifts into black shadow form, and drifts after the car.

COMMERCIALS

ACT FOUR

The hotel dining hall. It is between meals. Xander is talking to a man on his right, and Willow and Kennedy are whispering in each other’s ear. Buffy is sat looking anxiously about, sipping at her wine.

BUFFY
Would it be really cruel to wish that his boss turned into a demon?

No one hears her murmur.

BUFFY
I just want to slay something!

A waiter appears

WAITER
More wine, ma’am?

Suddenly Buffy’s bag starts ringing, and she blushes in embarrassment, as those around her turn to look. She hastily pulls it out, answers it in a whisper:

BUFFY
Anya? Look, I really can’t – oh, Giles, its you…
(pause as she listens, then)What! Here?

Buffy looks around at the shiny cutlery and posh chandeliers.

BUFFY
A graveyard would be better

She hangs up, then gets to her feet. Xander, Willow and Kennedy are looking at her, Xander with a look of horror on his face.

XANDER
What is it?

BUFFY
Anya…(whispered) And a demon.

WILLOW
You need a hand?

Buffy nods, and the rest get to their feet. They shuffle out their seats.

XANDER (to the guy next to him)
Excuse us….Family death…Death in the family…
Excuse us…

The four leg it across the room, to the doorway. As they run to the lobby

XANDER
What did she say? What’s the matter?!

BUFFY
Giles just said something about an evil demon.
That’s all I needed to know

They are now in the lobby. The big sweeping gravel car park is visible through the big doors of the hotel. Just then Giles’ car sweeps in, and screeches to a halt.

BUFFY
This’ll be it.

The four run from the hotel, down the steps to the driveway. It is lit by posh electric lanterns and lights. Anya and Giles get out the car, watching the other end of the driveway. Our demon, still all black and shadow-like is drifting towards them.

XANDER
Anya! What’s going on?

The six are now stood together.

GILES
It’s a Yurvurnik demon – it lives in two states, but can only do harm when solid…

XANDER
And there I was thinking you meant Dallas and here

GILES (ignoring Xander)
To kill it you need to make it solid, so you’ll have to bait it and then -

BUFFY
Break its neck?

GILES
That will do it, yes.

BUFFY
I can do that.

She watches as the shadow pauses, about 50 metres away.

XANDER
Anya, what does it want?

ANYA
Torg – it’s name is Torg…He’s a demon I used to know

XANDER
And now it wants to kill you?!

Anya simply shrugs. Buffy takes this as a sign for battle. The Slayer runs towards it, thought doesn’t attack.

BUFFY
Willow!

Suddenly we see Willow concentrating intently, hands into fists.

ANYA
What are you doing?

WILLOW (concentrating)
Spell

Anya stares, watches as Buffy gets nearer the demon. Suddenly a burst of green light shoots from the ends of Willow’s fingers, as she yells:

WILLOW
Solid!

Torg suddenly shifts from shadowy thing to his solid form (CGI). He stares at them all menacingly.

WILLOW (grinning)
I’m getting quite good at that

TORG
Anyanka?! Anyanka, you cannot kill me! I will not let you!

BUFFY
She might not.

Angle on Buffy: BUFFY
But I will

The two engage in fight, Buffy appearing to get the upper-hand. The others stand around unsure, as the two cross the car-park, rolling over cars, breaking expensive looking plant pots.
A crowd of hotel workers and guests have gathered by the front doors. Kennedy spots them, goes up to them:

KENNEDY
They’re from the circus…They’re practising. Don’t worry, you’ll be on TV

As we watch Buffy smash Torg head into a expensive looking bench:

WILLOW
What kind of explanation was that?!

KENNEDY
Anything but truth

More as Torg and Buffy fight, moving onto the sweeping lawns at the front of the hotel. Suddenly, Torg gets the upper-hand and sends Buffy sprawling along the grass. He roars and runs for Anya, who is stood next to Xander by the front of Giles’ car.
His claws whip out, and glint in the sunshine.

TORG
You are mine, Anyanka!

Torg lunges for her, but misses, as Xander shoves her to the floor. The two roll, and suddenly Torg has Anya, his arm around his neck, his claws to her throat.

TORG
Anyone comes near me, I’ll kill her.

The gang freeze, and we see Buffy approach cautiously behind them.

TORG
Though saying that, I’m going to kill you anyway.

XANDER
What is it with you and your exes Anya? Do they always want to kill you?

ANYA
Gee I don’t know Xander…It must be my appalling taste in men

Torg presses his claws into Anya’s neck, pinching the skin

TORG
Still think it’s a joke Anyanka?

ANYA
No?

TORG
Your life is cursed. I cursed you …Remember that!

We see Anya look at Xander, and her eyes soften

ANYA (whispered)
I do…

There is silence, no one dares move, as Torg drags Anya to her feet. She is his hostage

TORG
Ugly Anyanka…Will you be my bride?

Anya hesistates. Torg presses his long claws threateningly into her neck, and she nods, hastily.

ANYA
Yes.

XANDER
What?!

Torg smiles – in an evil way.

TORG
Good

Suddenly we see Buffy running towards them

BUFFY
Anya – duck!

Anya manages to wrestle free and drop her head down, as Buffy swings a cast-iron garden-figurine at Torg’s head. There is a splat…and we see the head roll across the gravel. Anya drops to her knees. Torg’s carcass falls backwards.
We see Buffy put down the cast-iron elf (or something like that) dubiously. Then the large crowd that gathered outside the front of the hotel erupts into applause and cheers.
The group turn around nervously.

XANDER
Guess I’m a hit…

Fade out:

Fade in: Ext. Anya’s apartment to establish, the same evening
Int. Anya is lying on her couch, covered in a blanket, a massive pile of magazines on the floor by her side.
Xander enters, carrying a bowl of soup

XANDER
I made you some soup. Well, it’s meant to be soup, but
I kinda burnt it. Extra carbon.

Anya smiles slightly, and watches as he places on the table next to her.

XANDER
How you feeling?

ANYA
I’m tired, scared, would like another shower - Though happily curse free…. About the same as the last time you asked, ten minutes ago

Xander grins bashfully, and sits on the edge of the couch, near Anya’s feet. He pauses in silence, as if debating what to say. He doesn’t have to…

ANYA
It was a curse.

XANDER (looking up)
What?

ANYA
Torg cursed me and that’s why we didn’t get
Married. Because he stopped it - with the curse he’d put over me, 600 years ago.

Xander just smiles sadly and takes her hand

ANYA
So you see, it wasn’t anything to do with you or me.
It was him all the time – and the reason you hurt me, and decided to leave me at such a lousy time was because of the magic.
And then he decided to come back because he thought I was happy and had forgotten about him. He, he was right, I had forgotten about him – though he was about 599 years behind.

XANDER
And are you then? Happy?

ANYA
I don’t know. Sometimes I think so…
When I think who I am now, and forget who I was.
(pause)
But you should know that I don’t hate you anymore Xander, not now I know.

Anya smiles at Xander

ANYA
Everything about that day makes sense now

XANDER
Ahn, the curse makes no difference.

ANYA (half laughing, not hearing)
The ‘other’ demon turning up, your visions…all happened
Because Torg wouldn’t let me marry you.

XANDER
Anya, I still would’ve left.

Anya hears him this time, and pauses.

ANYA
What?…But you loved me

XANDER
Sometimes love isn’t enough

Xander pauses, sees the sadness in her eyes and takes a breath.

XANDER
I saw things…And even though they weren’t real…
They could’ve been. Anya, I wasn’t ready to marry you -
how could I handle that commitment, when I’d spend every single hour fearing what I’d become? I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life terrified I would hurt you.

ANYA
But the curse…

XANDER
(ruefully) Torg probably did us a favour.
Even if his magic did prevent the marriage, those fears I had would still have been there. And I was too much of a coward to tell you.

Anya stares at him silently, her eyes filled with tears. Xander gives her a small smile.

XANDER
I have lousy timing.

ANYA (quietly, without venom)
I have to say I agree

Xander gets to his feet, kisses her on the forehead.

XANDER
Remember Anya: Magic doesn’t solve problems, and it isn’t always the cause of them either

He stands away from her, looking at her.

XANDER
I’ll see you tomorrow

Anya doesn’t reply, staring instead at her hands. Xander sighs, and moves to leave the room. Just as he reaches the doorway:

ANYA
Xander –

He stops, turns. Anya pauses, as if deciding what to say. Finally:

ANYA
Maybe you’re right.

He smiles, and she smiles in return weakly.

XANDER
I’ll let myself out

Shot of Anya, and she reaches into her pocket. It is the charm, the one we’ve only seen glimpses of all episode.
Anya stares at it, in her hands, turning it over.
It is her wedding ring.

GRR, ARGH

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