Buffy the Vampire Slayer s02e19 Episode Script
I Only Have Eyes for You
# The way you love # Have you got a name for it? # Cos I don't understand # It # The language is an annoying necessity # And I depend on all the regular things # Got a list tattooed on my memory # Of how our tryst should unfold Hey.
I'm Ben.
We had Algebra II together last year? I'm sorry, I pretty much repress|anything math-related.
Miss Jackson? Second period? You sat|in the seat three over and one behind.
Oh! I remember now.
It's the one with|the desks, chalkboards and pencils, right? - That's the one.
|- Like a steel trap.
So, I was wonderin',|you know the dance tomorrow night? - Are you goin'?|- The Sadie Hawkins thing? - The deal where the girls ask the boys?|- Yeah.
And I thought maybe, you know,|if you're free, you might ask me.
Oh, gosh - I|- Don't worry No, you seem like a really great guy.
It's me, I I'm not seeing anybody.
- Ever again, actually.
|- Oh.
That's that's too bad.
OK, well, I better Sorry.
# I'm falling from the opposite # What good is it? # Fight the map with no key attached # My heart's enlarged and I charge Hey.
You're bailin'? Yeah.
I'm gonna stop by the library and see|if Giles wants me to patrol, and then sack it.
You've been doing that a lot -|patrolling and sacking.
In fact, you've kind of been|"All work and no play Buffy".
I play.
I have big fun.
|I came here tonight, didn't I? You came, you saw, you rejected.
You mean that guy?|I'm just not in date mode right now.
- Maybe you need to date to get in date mode.
|- I don't think I'm ready for that, Will.
You're thinking too much.
|Maybe you need to be impulsive.
Impulsive? Remember my ex-boyfriend, the|vampire? I slept with him, he lost his soul, .
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now he's gone for ever and the demon|with his face kills my friends.
My next impulsive decision|will be my choice of dentures.
OK, the Angel thing went badly - I'm|on board with that - but that's not your fault.
And anyways, love isn't always like that.
Love can be nice.
Come back here! We're not finished! - You don't care any more, is that it?|- It doesn't matter what I feel! Then tell me you don't love me.
Say it! Will that help? Is that what you need to hear? I don't.
I don't! Now let me go.
No! A person doesn't just wake up one day|and stop loving somebody.
Love is for ever.
I'm not afraid to use it.
I swear! - If I can't be with you|- Hey! Oh, my God! Don't walk away from me, bitch! - What happened?|- What happened?! You just went OJ on your girlfriend.
This is nuts.
I-I|I don't know why I got so mad.
- Because you're a jerk?|- He's not.
- We weren't fighting a few minutes ago.
|- We weren't.
I swear to God.
Then why'd you have a gun? I don't I don't know.
|I don't even know where I got it.
I don't see any gun.
I'm sure you know why I asked you here.
- To thank me?|- That's right, I wanna thank you.
What would Sunnydale High do without|you around to incite mayhem and disorder? I don't incite! I stopped that boy from|killing his girlfriend.
Ask him.
Ask the janitor.
People can be coerced, Summers.
|I'm no stranger to conspiracy.
I saw JFK, I'm a truth seeker.
I've got a missing gun|and two confused kids on my hands.
Pieces of the puzzle.
I'm gonna look|at the pieces carefully and rationally, .
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and I'm gonna keep looking until I know|exactly how this is all your fault.
Mr Snyder, Crandle's chained himself|to the snack machine, Pathetic little no-life vegan.
Not so fast, missy.
|I'm not done with you yet.
You stink of lies.
So, for next time read the chapters on|information grouping and binary coding.
I bet you'll think coding is pretty cool.
If you find multi-stacked conversions|and primary-number clusters a big hoot! Giles! I made them laugh.
Did you hear? - I did the joke thing!|- Yes, yes, so it seems.
I mean, erm er you did indeed.
|Good good show.
I just stopped by to|to see if you needed any assistance, .
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but you seem to have things|quite under control.
Well, I had good lesson plans.
Ms Calendar had them on her computer.
Yes, yes, she was very, erm dedicated.
And I found a bunch of files and Internet sites|on paganism and magic and stuff.
- Oh?|- Yes.
It's really interesting.
And, uh I found this in her drawer.
She told me it was a rose quartz.
|And it has healing powers.
I thought she'd want you to have it.
Oh, thank you, Willow, that's erm .
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that's very thoughtful of you.
Before 1935, the New Deal focused on|revitalising stricken business .
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and agricultural communities.
It also tried to regulate|the nation's financial hierarchy .
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to avoid another disaster|like the 1929 stock market crash.
Don't forget your assignments|are due on Friday, class.
I told Miss Hall we'd go help|decorate the gym.
Who are you taking? - David said yes.
|- Oh, you're kidding! He's so dreamy! Thank you.
Thank you, James.
How are you enjoying|that book I loaned you? - The Hemingway.
|- I like it.
Very much.
It's honest.
Yes, it's, um .
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it's based on a true story, actually.
He fell in love with his .
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hours, .
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child labour .
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and collective bargaining.
- Oh, my God!|- Did you see what he wrote? I'm telling you, something weird is going on.
"Something weird is going on" -|isn't that our school motto? Pretty much.
But I don't know.
|This time it bugs me.
I don't wanna pooh-pooh your wiggins,|but a domestic dispute, .
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a little case of chalkboard Tourette's?|All sounds like Hellmouth Lite to me.
Xander, what happened? Did Cordelia|win another round in the broom closet? You're just a big bucket of funny, Will! I'll have you know I was just accosted|by some kind of, um locker monster.
- Loch Ness Monster?|- Locker monster, he said.
Not a monster, an arm that came out of the|locker.
When we opened it again - nothing.
Right after Buffy's teacher|did a freaky channelling thing in class.
Ooh! Sounds like paranormal phenomena.
- A ghost? Cool!|- Oh, no, no.
No.
No cool.
This was no wimpy chain rattler.
This was|"I'm dead, and I won't take it any more.
" Despite the Xander-speak,|an accurate definition of a poltergeist.
I defined something? Accurately? - Guess I'm done with the book learning.
|- So we have some bad boo on our hands? - Yes.
|- Why is it here? Does it wanna scare people? He doesn't know exactly what he wants.
|That's the trouble.
See, many times the spirit is plagued|by all manner of worldly troubles.
Being dead, it has no way to|to make its peace.
So, it lashes out, growing ever more|confused, ever more - .
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angry.
|- So it's a normal teenager.
Only dead.
What can we do?|Is there any way to stop it? The only tried and true way is to work out|what unresolved issues keep it here .
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and, erm resolve them.
- Fabulous! We're Dr Laura for the deceased.
|- Only if we can find out who the spirit is.
Or was.
- Working late, Miss Frank?|- I let myself get behind.
Is it OK to walk here, George?|It is George, right? - Yes, ma'am.
Go ahead.
|- Thanks.
Have a nice evening.
- You, too.
Drive safe.
Oh, Miss Frank?|- Yes? You can't make me disappear|when you say it's over.
There's no way we can be together.
No way people will ever understand.
|Accept it.
Is that what this is about?|What other people think? No! I just want you to be able|to have some kind of a normal life.
- We can never have that.
Don't you see?|- I don't give a damn about a normal life.
I'm going crazy not seeing you.
- I think about you every minute.
|- I know but But it's over.
It has to be.
Come back here! We're not finished yet! - You don't care any more? Is that it?|- It doesn't matter.
- It doesn't matter what I feel.
|- Then tell me you don't love me.
Say it! Will that help? Is that what you have to hear? I don't.
I don't! - Now let me go.
|- No.
A person doesn't just wake up one day|and stop loving somebody.
Love is for ever.
I'm not afraid|to use it, If I can't be with you Don't walk away from me, bitch! I need you, Jenny.
Don't! Don't do that, dammit!|Don't talk to me like - What's going on?|- What's going on?! You just shot a woman.
And this, .
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this is the garden.
Wow! Look.
Jasmine.
- Night-blooming.
|- Like us.
Oh, Angel it's fairyland.
It's paradise.
Big windows, lovely gardens.
It'll be perfect|when we want the sunlight to kill us.
If you don't like it, Spike, hit the stairs and go.
|Take a stand, man.
Well, our old place was just fine|till you went and had it burned down.
Things change, Spikey.
|You gotta roll with the punches.
Well, actually, you pretty much|got that part down, haven't you? Very funny, mate.
What can I say? I just love to see you smile, buddy! Yeah you're a giver.
It was just like the couple Buffy encountered -|the janitor remembered everything.
He knew he'd killed this poor woman,|but he had no idea why.
Well, they they had no intimate relationship.
- What about the gun? Did you find it?|- No.
No.
No, the police, everybody,|we searched high and low.
- I think it's clear what's happening.
|- Fill me in, then.
Cos I've read the book, seen the movie,|and I'm still fuzzy about it all.
It's Jenny.
- What?|- You think she's the ghost? Don't you see? She she died here under|tragic circumstances, and now she's trapped.
But what about the gun?|I mean, Angel didn't shoot Ms Calendar.
That's insignificant.
It's the violence|of the thing that matters.
I don't know.
These fights these couples|keep having, it's sort of specific.
She's right.
It's a pattern|that doesn't fit with the way she died.
Yes, well, I, er I appreciate|your thoughts on the matter.
In fact, I .
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well, I encourage you to always, er|challenge me when you feel it's appropriate.
You should never be cowed by authority.
Except in this instance,|when I am right and you are wrong.
This is freaky.
I don't remember|ever seeing Giles be this weird.
He's usually "Investigate things|from every boring angle" guy.
Now he's "I cling on to my one lame idea"|guy.
What gives? He misses her.
He can't think.
- Just a little more fallout from my love life.
|- OK, but this ghost stuff is something else.
I'll do a crosscheck|on shootings at the school.
We need alternate ghost theories.
|What do we know? Dog spit is cleaner than human.
- Besides that?|- Oh, boy! We know plenty.
A student murdered a teacher|on the night of the Sadie Hawkins Dance.
The rumour was they had an affair,|and she tried to break it off.
After he killed her, he went into|the music room and shot himself.
Ladies and gentlemen, we have a ghost.
|It is one of those two? - It all fits: the gun, the Sadie Hawkins Dance.
|- Which is tonight.
Why have we never heard about this before?|When did it happen? How did you know? Here's the new strangeness.
I dreamt about|this woman, Grace Newman, the other day.
- Her and this guy.
|- James Stanley? He's the one.
He did it.
Your dreams are getting|wicked accurate, Buff.
You haven't seen me|come across some big cash? Or possibly knowing the love of a woman?|In a full body sense? He couldn't make her love him,|so he killed her.
Sicko.
He looks so normal on this picture.
|He was smart, too.
He made the honour roll.
- Smart?|- He killed a person and himself.
Pretty much two of the dumbest things|you could do.
I know, but|Well, don't you feel kind of bad for them? Sure I feel lousy.
For her.
|He's a murderer and should pay for it.
- With his life?|- No, he should be doing 60 years in prison, .
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making special friends|with Roscoe the weightlifter.
Yikes! The quality of mercy is not Buffy.
Whose ghost do you think|we're dealing with? His or hers? Well, considering how violent it is,|I'm gonna say his.
That tracks.
I've been browsing|on some of Ms Calendar's pagan sites.
Maybe I can find a way to communicate|with him, and we can find out what he wants.
Who cares? We need to shut him down before|another innocent guy kills a nice girl .
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and then blows his brains out|in the music room.
OK! Who's hungry? Next, please.
Move along.
I hope you're not going to the dance tonight,|cos I'm organising a boycott.
Do you realise that the girls have to ask|the guys? And pay and everything? - Whose genius idea was that?|- Obviously some hairy-legged feminist.
Really? We need to nip this thing in the bud.
|Otherwise, things are going to get scary.
They're everywhere! Perfect.
I'm gonna be scarred and swollen.
|Why didn't they just kill me? - Schoolboy pranks?|- Never sell.
- The sewer got backed up.
|- I can probably make that one fly.
- This is getting out of hand.
People talk.
|- You'll take care of it.
I'm doing all I can,|but you people have to realise - What's going on here?|- Backed-up sewer line.
Same thing happened|in San Diego just last week.
We're on a Hellmouth.
Sooner or later people will figure that out.
The city council was told|you could handle this job.
If you feel that you can't, perhaps|you'd like to take that up with the Mayor.
I'll handle it.
I will.
Remember the plan to contact the spirit|and talk to it? Scrap that plan.
Buffy was right.
The time for touchy-feely|communication has passed.
I've done some homework and found out|the only solution is the final solution.
Nuke the school? - I like that.
|- Not quite.
Exorcism.
Are you crazy? I saw that movie.
|Even the priest died! - What's the deal?|- OK.
See here, the balcony? That's where the original teacher died|back in 1955, and that teacher last night.
That's the hot spot where|all the bad mojo is coming from.
- We need to create a Mangus tripod.
|- A what? One person chants here on the hot spot.
And the other three chant in other places|around the school, forming a triangle.
It's supposed to bind the bad spirit|and keep it from doing any more harm.
Well, I'll take the hot spot.
|If there's trouble, that's where it'll be.
This ghost, this James guy, is fixating|on you, Buffy.
The dreams, the yearbook You sure you can handle it? Well, I'm hoping he'll show.
I truly am.
OK, we have our places.
We chant and light|candles at midnight exactly.
Any questions? Yeah.
What if this mangled triangle thingy|doesn't work? Oh! I almost forgot.
I made us all scapulars.
OK.
So we can flip the ghost over|when it turns a nice golden brown? Scapular, not spatula! Um you wear it around your neck|for protection.
I have to wear this?|It smells like grandpa breath.
I didn't have a lot of time.
|I had to use sulphur.
Stinky, but effective.
OK, let's do this.
This will be a piece of cake.
Maybe I'll sleep underground.
Dig myself a little burrow.
What about your pretty dress, sweet?|It'll get all dirty.
- Then I'll sleep naked.
Like the animals do.
|- You know, I'm suddenly likin' this plan.
Fortunately,|nobody cares what you like mate.
Oh, yeah? Let's ask Dru.
There's a gate! - It's opening!|- Incoming! I love when she does this.
- What gate, pet? What do you see?|- It's black.
It wants her.
- Wants who?|- The Slayer.
It's time, Angel.
She's ready for you now.
She's dancing.
- Dancing with death.
|- Big deal.
He won't do anything.
Our man Angel here likes to talk, but he's|not much for action.
All hat and no cattle.
I don't know about that.
I think this whole Slayer thing|has run its course.
I'm ready to focus my energy elsewhere.
- Really?|- Oh, yeah! What, with you being Special Needs Boy,|I figure I should stick close to home.
You and Dru can always use|another pair of hands.
God! What are you doing here? - You're not supposed to be inside.
|- What about you? Erm, er I'm, I'm trying to, er I think I may be close to,|er contacting Jenny.
- What's that smell?|- It's my scapular.
- Ah, right.
Did you use sulphur?|- Yeah.
That's clever.
Well, er run along then.
There may be some, er|paranormal phenomena if I contact her.
You don't want to be in the line of fire.
OK.
Night.
# My love must be a kind of blind love # I can't see anyone but you Oh, yeah, baby! It's snake-a-licious in here.
# The moon may # Be high # But I can't see a thing # In the sky # I only - Giles!|- Willow! Giles! Giles! - Where are you?!|- Please! Help! Help me! Help! Help! Help! Help! - Stop!|- Just calm down.
Get out! - Are you all right?|- Giles Jenny could never be this mean.
I know.
It's it's not her, is it? I'm sorry.
Oh, God.
Oh! Careful up here! I shall confront and expel all evil I shall totally confront and expel all evil .
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out of marrow and bone .
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out of house and home -|never to come here again.
Oh, my God! You all right? Get back! Check it.
I'd say school's out for good.
The good news is|none of you girls were shot.
We've established, based on|all the parallels and Buffy's visions, - .
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that it's James' spirit.
|- So what do we do, Giles? About James.
He's reliving the night of the Sadie Hawkins|Dance when he killed Miss Newman.
It's, it's common enough for a spirit|to do this - to recreate a, a tragedy.
Hey! If Sunnydale High shuts down for ever,|do we automatically graduate? But why? What does he want? - Actually, that's an interesting point.
|- He's, he's trying to .
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resolve the issues keeping him in limbo.
|What those are, I'm not He wants forgiveness.
Yes I imagine he does.
But when James possesses people, they|act out exactly what happened that night.
So he's experiencing|a form of purgatory instead.
I mean, he's doomed to kill his Miss Newman|over and over and over again, and - .
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forgiveness is impossible.
|- Good.
He doesn't deserve it.
To forgive is an act of compassion, Buffy.
|It's not done because people deserve it.
- It's done because they need it.
|- No.
James destroyed the one person he loved|the most in a moment of blind passion, .
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and that's not something you forgive -|no matter why he did what he did.
No matter if he knows now|it was wrong and selfish and stupid.
It is just something|he's gonna have to live with.
He can't live with it, Buff.
He's dead.
OK.
Overidentify much? I need you, So what do we do next? Do we go in again? Er, not now.
No, the, er .
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the spirit is too angry - too, too powerful.
No, we have to work out exactly how|and and if this thing can be defeated.
Hey, Buffy, are you? Oh, God Giles! She went back.
So, what now? Not even a mega-vat|of Raid's gonna do the trick here.
I don't get it.
Is she trying to be|a big loner hero? No.
I believe she's under the spirit's thrall.
|He's, he's calling her.
But why? James needs her to re-enact what happened|on the night he killed Miss Newman.
He wants to change things,|make make a happy ending.
But it can't ever happen!|It always ends the same, .
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which means Buffy just went in there|to get shot, Giles.
Yes.
But the school's deserted.
There's no way for James to .
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to play his part.
|There's no man inside for him to possess.
So Buffy should be safe|until we find a way to get her out.
In theory, yeah.
Fun fact about wasps.
They have no taste for the undead.
Hey, not that a sting would do me|any damage.
It's just tonight's special.
I wanted to look my best for you.
You're the only one.
The only person I can talk to.
Gosh, Buff.
That's really pathetic.
You can't make me disappear|just because you say it's over.
Actually I can.
In fact, .
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I just want you to have some kind of|normal life.
We can never have that.
I don't give a damn about a normal life!|I'm going crazy not seeing you.
I think about you every minute.
I know.
But it's over.
It has to be! Come back here! We're not finished!|You don't care any more? Is that it? It doesn't matter what I feel.
Then tell me you don't love me! Say it! Is that what you need to hear? Will that help? I don't.
- I don't.
Now let me go.
|- No! A person doesn't just wake up|and stop loving somebody! Love is for ever.
I'm not afraid to use it, I swear! If I can't be with you Oh, my God! - Don't walk away from me|- .
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bitch! Stop it! Stop it! Don't make me! All right.
Just You know you don't wanna do this.
Let's both .
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just calm down.
Now give me the gun.
Don't! Don't do that, dammit! Don't talk to me like I'm some stupid James.
# My love must be a kind of blind love # I can't see anyone but you - Grace!|- Don't do this.
- But but I killed you.
|- It was an accident.
It wasn't your fault.
- It is my fault.
How could I|- Hush.
I'm the one who should be sorry, James.
You thought I stopped loving you,|but I never did.
I loved you with my last breath.
Shh No more tears.
Angel.
Everything seems normal.
|Not a snake, not a wasp.
- Yep.
School can open again tomorrow.
|- Explain to me again how that's a good thing.
I'm drawing a blank.
- Are you feeling any better?|- James picked me.
I guess I guess I was the one he could relate to.
He was so sad.
Well, - .
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they can both rest now.
|- I still Part of me just doesn't understand|why she would forgive him.
Does it matter? No.
I guess not.
You might want to let up.
They say|when you've drawn blood, you've exfoliated.
I'm the one who was freakin' violated.
|You didn't have this thing in you.
What was it? A demon? - Love!|- Poor Angel.
Let's go.
I need a real vile kill before sunup|to wipe this crap out of my system.
Of course.
We'll find you a nice toddler.
Want to come, pet? No can do, Dru.
|I'm sure he'd be hell on wheels, .
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but we don't have much time.
|Gotta travel light.
Sorry.
Try to have fun without me.
Oh, I will.
Sooner than you think.
I'm Ben.
We had Algebra II together last year? I'm sorry, I pretty much repress|anything math-related.
Miss Jackson? Second period? You sat|in the seat three over and one behind.
Oh! I remember now.
It's the one with|the desks, chalkboards and pencils, right? - That's the one.
|- Like a steel trap.
So, I was wonderin',|you know the dance tomorrow night? - Are you goin'?|- The Sadie Hawkins thing? - The deal where the girls ask the boys?|- Yeah.
And I thought maybe, you know,|if you're free, you might ask me.
Oh, gosh - I|- Don't worry No, you seem like a really great guy.
It's me, I I'm not seeing anybody.
- Ever again, actually.
|- Oh.
That's that's too bad.
OK, well, I better Sorry.
# I'm falling from the opposite # What good is it? # Fight the map with no key attached # My heart's enlarged and I charge Hey.
You're bailin'? Yeah.
I'm gonna stop by the library and see|if Giles wants me to patrol, and then sack it.
You've been doing that a lot -|patrolling and sacking.
In fact, you've kind of been|"All work and no play Buffy".
I play.
I have big fun.
|I came here tonight, didn't I? You came, you saw, you rejected.
You mean that guy?|I'm just not in date mode right now.
- Maybe you need to date to get in date mode.
|- I don't think I'm ready for that, Will.
You're thinking too much.
|Maybe you need to be impulsive.
Impulsive? Remember my ex-boyfriend, the|vampire? I slept with him, he lost his soul, .
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now he's gone for ever and the demon|with his face kills my friends.
My next impulsive decision|will be my choice of dentures.
OK, the Angel thing went badly - I'm|on board with that - but that's not your fault.
And anyways, love isn't always like that.
Love can be nice.
Come back here! We're not finished! - You don't care any more, is that it?|- It doesn't matter what I feel! Then tell me you don't love me.
Say it! Will that help? Is that what you need to hear? I don't.
I don't! Now let me go.
No! A person doesn't just wake up one day|and stop loving somebody.
Love is for ever.
I'm not afraid to use it.
I swear! - If I can't be with you|- Hey! Oh, my God! Don't walk away from me, bitch! - What happened?|- What happened?! You just went OJ on your girlfriend.
This is nuts.
I-I|I don't know why I got so mad.
- Because you're a jerk?|- He's not.
- We weren't fighting a few minutes ago.
|- We weren't.
I swear to God.
Then why'd you have a gun? I don't I don't know.
|I don't even know where I got it.
I don't see any gun.
I'm sure you know why I asked you here.
- To thank me?|- That's right, I wanna thank you.
What would Sunnydale High do without|you around to incite mayhem and disorder? I don't incite! I stopped that boy from|killing his girlfriend.
Ask him.
Ask the janitor.
People can be coerced, Summers.
|I'm no stranger to conspiracy.
I saw JFK, I'm a truth seeker.
I've got a missing gun|and two confused kids on my hands.
Pieces of the puzzle.
I'm gonna look|at the pieces carefully and rationally, .
.
and I'm gonna keep looking until I know|exactly how this is all your fault.
Mr Snyder, Crandle's chained himself|to the snack machine, Pathetic little no-life vegan.
Not so fast, missy.
|I'm not done with you yet.
You stink of lies.
So, for next time read the chapters on|information grouping and binary coding.
I bet you'll think coding is pretty cool.
If you find multi-stacked conversions|and primary-number clusters a big hoot! Giles! I made them laugh.
Did you hear? - I did the joke thing!|- Yes, yes, so it seems.
I mean, erm er you did indeed.
|Good good show.
I just stopped by to|to see if you needed any assistance, .
.
but you seem to have things|quite under control.
Well, I had good lesson plans.
Ms Calendar had them on her computer.
Yes, yes, she was very, erm dedicated.
And I found a bunch of files and Internet sites|on paganism and magic and stuff.
- Oh?|- Yes.
It's really interesting.
And, uh I found this in her drawer.
She told me it was a rose quartz.
|And it has healing powers.
I thought she'd want you to have it.
Oh, thank you, Willow, that's erm .
.
that's very thoughtful of you.
Before 1935, the New Deal focused on|revitalising stricken business .
.
and agricultural communities.
It also tried to regulate|the nation's financial hierarchy .
.
to avoid another disaster|like the 1929 stock market crash.
Don't forget your assignments|are due on Friday, class.
I told Miss Hall we'd go help|decorate the gym.
Who are you taking? - David said yes.
|- Oh, you're kidding! He's so dreamy! Thank you.
Thank you, James.
How are you enjoying|that book I loaned you? - The Hemingway.
|- I like it.
Very much.
It's honest.
Yes, it's, um .
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it's based on a true story, actually.
He fell in love with his .
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hours, .
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child labour .
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and collective bargaining.
- Oh, my God!|- Did you see what he wrote? I'm telling you, something weird is going on.
"Something weird is going on" -|isn't that our school motto? Pretty much.
But I don't know.
|This time it bugs me.
I don't wanna pooh-pooh your wiggins,|but a domestic dispute, .
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a little case of chalkboard Tourette's?|All sounds like Hellmouth Lite to me.
Xander, what happened? Did Cordelia|win another round in the broom closet? You're just a big bucket of funny, Will! I'll have you know I was just accosted|by some kind of, um locker monster.
- Loch Ness Monster?|- Locker monster, he said.
Not a monster, an arm that came out of the|locker.
When we opened it again - nothing.
Right after Buffy's teacher|did a freaky channelling thing in class.
Ooh! Sounds like paranormal phenomena.
- A ghost? Cool!|- Oh, no, no.
No.
No cool.
This was no wimpy chain rattler.
This was|"I'm dead, and I won't take it any more.
" Despite the Xander-speak,|an accurate definition of a poltergeist.
I defined something? Accurately? - Guess I'm done with the book learning.
|- So we have some bad boo on our hands? - Yes.
|- Why is it here? Does it wanna scare people? He doesn't know exactly what he wants.
|That's the trouble.
See, many times the spirit is plagued|by all manner of worldly troubles.
Being dead, it has no way to|to make its peace.
So, it lashes out, growing ever more|confused, ever more - .
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angry.
|- So it's a normal teenager.
Only dead.
What can we do?|Is there any way to stop it? The only tried and true way is to work out|what unresolved issues keep it here .
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and, erm resolve them.
- Fabulous! We're Dr Laura for the deceased.
|- Only if we can find out who the spirit is.
Or was.
- Working late, Miss Frank?|- I let myself get behind.
Is it OK to walk here, George?|It is George, right? - Yes, ma'am.
Go ahead.
|- Thanks.
Have a nice evening.
- You, too.
Drive safe.
Oh, Miss Frank?|- Yes? You can't make me disappear|when you say it's over.
There's no way we can be together.
No way people will ever understand.
|Accept it.
Is that what this is about?|What other people think? No! I just want you to be able|to have some kind of a normal life.
- We can never have that.
Don't you see?|- I don't give a damn about a normal life.
I'm going crazy not seeing you.
- I think about you every minute.
|- I know but But it's over.
It has to be.
Come back here! We're not finished yet! - You don't care any more? Is that it?|- It doesn't matter.
- It doesn't matter what I feel.
|- Then tell me you don't love me.
Say it! Will that help? Is that what you have to hear? I don't.
I don't! - Now let me go.
|- No.
A person doesn't just wake up one day|and stop loving somebody.
Love is for ever.
I'm not afraid|to use it, If I can't be with you Don't walk away from me, bitch! I need you, Jenny.
Don't! Don't do that, dammit!|Don't talk to me like - What's going on?|- What's going on?! You just shot a woman.
And this, .
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this is the garden.
Wow! Look.
Jasmine.
- Night-blooming.
|- Like us.
Oh, Angel it's fairyland.
It's paradise.
Big windows, lovely gardens.
It'll be perfect|when we want the sunlight to kill us.
If you don't like it, Spike, hit the stairs and go.
|Take a stand, man.
Well, our old place was just fine|till you went and had it burned down.
Things change, Spikey.
|You gotta roll with the punches.
Well, actually, you pretty much|got that part down, haven't you? Very funny, mate.
What can I say? I just love to see you smile, buddy! Yeah you're a giver.
It was just like the couple Buffy encountered -|the janitor remembered everything.
He knew he'd killed this poor woman,|but he had no idea why.
Well, they they had no intimate relationship.
- What about the gun? Did you find it?|- No.
No.
No, the police, everybody,|we searched high and low.
- I think it's clear what's happening.
|- Fill me in, then.
Cos I've read the book, seen the movie,|and I'm still fuzzy about it all.
It's Jenny.
- What?|- You think she's the ghost? Don't you see? She she died here under|tragic circumstances, and now she's trapped.
But what about the gun?|I mean, Angel didn't shoot Ms Calendar.
That's insignificant.
It's the violence|of the thing that matters.
I don't know.
These fights these couples|keep having, it's sort of specific.
She's right.
It's a pattern|that doesn't fit with the way she died.
Yes, well, I, er I appreciate|your thoughts on the matter.
In fact, I .
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well, I encourage you to always, er|challenge me when you feel it's appropriate.
You should never be cowed by authority.
Except in this instance,|when I am right and you are wrong.
This is freaky.
I don't remember|ever seeing Giles be this weird.
He's usually "Investigate things|from every boring angle" guy.
Now he's "I cling on to my one lame idea"|guy.
What gives? He misses her.
He can't think.
- Just a little more fallout from my love life.
|- OK, but this ghost stuff is something else.
I'll do a crosscheck|on shootings at the school.
We need alternate ghost theories.
|What do we know? Dog spit is cleaner than human.
- Besides that?|- Oh, boy! We know plenty.
A student murdered a teacher|on the night of the Sadie Hawkins Dance.
The rumour was they had an affair,|and she tried to break it off.
After he killed her, he went into|the music room and shot himself.
Ladies and gentlemen, we have a ghost.
|It is one of those two? - It all fits: the gun, the Sadie Hawkins Dance.
|- Which is tonight.
Why have we never heard about this before?|When did it happen? How did you know? Here's the new strangeness.
I dreamt about|this woman, Grace Newman, the other day.
- Her and this guy.
|- James Stanley? He's the one.
He did it.
Your dreams are getting|wicked accurate, Buff.
You haven't seen me|come across some big cash? Or possibly knowing the love of a woman?|In a full body sense? He couldn't make her love him,|so he killed her.
Sicko.
He looks so normal on this picture.
|He was smart, too.
He made the honour roll.
- Smart?|- He killed a person and himself.
Pretty much two of the dumbest things|you could do.
I know, but|Well, don't you feel kind of bad for them? Sure I feel lousy.
For her.
|He's a murderer and should pay for it.
- With his life?|- No, he should be doing 60 years in prison, .
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making special friends|with Roscoe the weightlifter.
Yikes! The quality of mercy is not Buffy.
Whose ghost do you think|we're dealing with? His or hers? Well, considering how violent it is,|I'm gonna say his.
That tracks.
I've been browsing|on some of Ms Calendar's pagan sites.
Maybe I can find a way to communicate|with him, and we can find out what he wants.
Who cares? We need to shut him down before|another innocent guy kills a nice girl .
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and then blows his brains out|in the music room.
OK! Who's hungry? Next, please.
Move along.
I hope you're not going to the dance tonight,|cos I'm organising a boycott.
Do you realise that the girls have to ask|the guys? And pay and everything? - Whose genius idea was that?|- Obviously some hairy-legged feminist.
Really? We need to nip this thing in the bud.
|Otherwise, things are going to get scary.
They're everywhere! Perfect.
I'm gonna be scarred and swollen.
|Why didn't they just kill me? - Schoolboy pranks?|- Never sell.
- The sewer got backed up.
|- I can probably make that one fly.
- This is getting out of hand.
People talk.
|- You'll take care of it.
I'm doing all I can,|but you people have to realise - What's going on here?|- Backed-up sewer line.
Same thing happened|in San Diego just last week.
We're on a Hellmouth.
Sooner or later people will figure that out.
The city council was told|you could handle this job.
If you feel that you can't, perhaps|you'd like to take that up with the Mayor.
I'll handle it.
I will.
Remember the plan to contact the spirit|and talk to it? Scrap that plan.
Buffy was right.
The time for touchy-feely|communication has passed.
I've done some homework and found out|the only solution is the final solution.
Nuke the school? - I like that.
|- Not quite.
Exorcism.
Are you crazy? I saw that movie.
|Even the priest died! - What's the deal?|- OK.
See here, the balcony? That's where the original teacher died|back in 1955, and that teacher last night.
That's the hot spot where|all the bad mojo is coming from.
- We need to create a Mangus tripod.
|- A what? One person chants here on the hot spot.
And the other three chant in other places|around the school, forming a triangle.
It's supposed to bind the bad spirit|and keep it from doing any more harm.
Well, I'll take the hot spot.
|If there's trouble, that's where it'll be.
This ghost, this James guy, is fixating|on you, Buffy.
The dreams, the yearbook You sure you can handle it? Well, I'm hoping he'll show.
I truly am.
OK, we have our places.
We chant and light|candles at midnight exactly.
Any questions? Yeah.
What if this mangled triangle thingy|doesn't work? Oh! I almost forgot.
I made us all scapulars.
OK.
So we can flip the ghost over|when it turns a nice golden brown? Scapular, not spatula! Um you wear it around your neck|for protection.
I have to wear this?|It smells like grandpa breath.
I didn't have a lot of time.
|I had to use sulphur.
Stinky, but effective.
OK, let's do this.
This will be a piece of cake.
Maybe I'll sleep underground.
Dig myself a little burrow.
What about your pretty dress, sweet?|It'll get all dirty.
- Then I'll sleep naked.
Like the animals do.
|- You know, I'm suddenly likin' this plan.
Fortunately,|nobody cares what you like mate.
Oh, yeah? Let's ask Dru.
There's a gate! - It's opening!|- Incoming! I love when she does this.
- What gate, pet? What do you see?|- It's black.
It wants her.
- Wants who?|- The Slayer.
It's time, Angel.
She's ready for you now.
She's dancing.
- Dancing with death.
|- Big deal.
He won't do anything.
Our man Angel here likes to talk, but he's|not much for action.
All hat and no cattle.
I don't know about that.
I think this whole Slayer thing|has run its course.
I'm ready to focus my energy elsewhere.
- Really?|- Oh, yeah! What, with you being Special Needs Boy,|I figure I should stick close to home.
You and Dru can always use|another pair of hands.
God! What are you doing here? - You're not supposed to be inside.
|- What about you? Erm, er I'm, I'm trying to, er I think I may be close to,|er contacting Jenny.
- What's that smell?|- It's my scapular.
- Ah, right.
Did you use sulphur?|- Yeah.
That's clever.
Well, er run along then.
There may be some, er|paranormal phenomena if I contact her.
You don't want to be in the line of fire.
OK.
Night.
# My love must be a kind of blind love # I can't see anyone but you Oh, yeah, baby! It's snake-a-licious in here.
# The moon may # Be high # But I can't see a thing # In the sky # I only - Giles!|- Willow! Giles! Giles! - Where are you?!|- Please! Help! Help me! Help! Help! Help! Help! - Stop!|- Just calm down.
Get out! - Are you all right?|- Giles Jenny could never be this mean.
I know.
It's it's not her, is it? I'm sorry.
Oh, God.
Oh! Careful up here! I shall confront and expel all evil I shall totally confront and expel all evil .
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out of marrow and bone .
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out of house and home -|never to come here again.
Oh, my God! You all right? Get back! Check it.
I'd say school's out for good.
The good news is|none of you girls were shot.
We've established, based on|all the parallels and Buffy's visions, - .
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that it's James' spirit.
|- So what do we do, Giles? About James.
He's reliving the night of the Sadie Hawkins|Dance when he killed Miss Newman.
It's, it's common enough for a spirit|to do this - to recreate a, a tragedy.
Hey! If Sunnydale High shuts down for ever,|do we automatically graduate? But why? What does he want? - Actually, that's an interesting point.
|- He's, he's trying to .
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resolve the issues keeping him in limbo.
|What those are, I'm not He wants forgiveness.
Yes I imagine he does.
But when James possesses people, they|act out exactly what happened that night.
So he's experiencing|a form of purgatory instead.
I mean, he's doomed to kill his Miss Newman|over and over and over again, and - .
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forgiveness is impossible.
|- Good.
He doesn't deserve it.
To forgive is an act of compassion, Buffy.
|It's not done because people deserve it.
- It's done because they need it.
|- No.
James destroyed the one person he loved|the most in a moment of blind passion, .
.
and that's not something you forgive -|no matter why he did what he did.
No matter if he knows now|it was wrong and selfish and stupid.
It is just something|he's gonna have to live with.
He can't live with it, Buff.
He's dead.
OK.
Overidentify much? I need you, So what do we do next? Do we go in again? Er, not now.
No, the, er .
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the spirit is too angry - too, too powerful.
No, we have to work out exactly how|and and if this thing can be defeated.
Hey, Buffy, are you? Oh, God Giles! She went back.
So, what now? Not even a mega-vat|of Raid's gonna do the trick here.
I don't get it.
Is she trying to be|a big loner hero? No.
I believe she's under the spirit's thrall.
|He's, he's calling her.
But why? James needs her to re-enact what happened|on the night he killed Miss Newman.
He wants to change things,|make make a happy ending.
But it can't ever happen!|It always ends the same, .
.
which means Buffy just went in there|to get shot, Giles.
Yes.
But the school's deserted.
There's no way for James to .
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to play his part.
|There's no man inside for him to possess.
So Buffy should be safe|until we find a way to get her out.
In theory, yeah.
Fun fact about wasps.
They have no taste for the undead.
Hey, not that a sting would do me|any damage.
It's just tonight's special.
I wanted to look my best for you.
You're the only one.
The only person I can talk to.
Gosh, Buff.
That's really pathetic.
You can't make me disappear|just because you say it's over.
Actually I can.
In fact, .
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I just want you to have some kind of|normal life.
We can never have that.
I don't give a damn about a normal life!|I'm going crazy not seeing you.
I think about you every minute.
I know.
But it's over.
It has to be! Come back here! We're not finished!|You don't care any more? Is that it? It doesn't matter what I feel.
Then tell me you don't love me! Say it! Is that what you need to hear? Will that help? I don't.
- I don't.
Now let me go.
|- No! A person doesn't just wake up|and stop loving somebody! Love is for ever.
I'm not afraid to use it, I swear! If I can't be with you Oh, my God! - Don't walk away from me|- .
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bitch! Stop it! Stop it! Don't make me! All right.
Just You know you don't wanna do this.
Let's both .
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just calm down.
Now give me the gun.
Don't! Don't do that, dammit! Don't talk to me like I'm some stupid James.
# My love must be a kind of blind love # I can't see anyone but you - Grace!|- Don't do this.
- But but I killed you.
|- It was an accident.
It wasn't your fault.
- It is my fault.
How could I|- Hush.
I'm the one who should be sorry, James.
You thought I stopped loving you,|but I never did.
I loved you with my last breath.
Shh No more tears.
Angel.
Everything seems normal.
|Not a snake, not a wasp.
- Yep.
School can open again tomorrow.
|- Explain to me again how that's a good thing.
I'm drawing a blank.
- Are you feeling any better?|- James picked me.
I guess I guess I was the one he could relate to.
He was so sad.
Well, - .
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they can both rest now.
|- I still Part of me just doesn't understand|why she would forgive him.
Does it matter? No.
I guess not.
You might want to let up.
They say|when you've drawn blood, you've exfoliated.
I'm the one who was freakin' violated.
|You didn't have this thing in you.
What was it? A demon? - Love!|- Poor Angel.
Let's go.
I need a real vile kill before sunup|to wipe this crap out of my system.
Of course.
We'll find you a nice toddler.
Want to come, pet? No can do, Dru.
|I'm sure he'd be hell on wheels, .
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but we don't have much time.
|Gotta travel light.
Sorry.
Try to have fun without me.
Oh, I will.
Sooner than you think.