Story by: Joss Whedon
Teleplay by: David
Greenwalt
Directed by: Bruce
Seth Green
Transcribed by: AleXander
Thompson
~~~~~~~~~~ Disclaimer ~~~~~~~~~~
I do not own the characters
in this story, nor do I own any rights to
the television show "Buffy
the Vampire Slayer". They were created by
Joss Whedon and belong to
him, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Television, Kuzui
Enterprises, 20th Century
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This is not a novelization
or a script. It is a straightforward and dry
transcript of the episode
"Nightmares". It also includes descriptions of
the settings, action scenes
and camera movements where I felt they were
needed.
I made every effort to accurately
transcribe the dialogue from this
episode. If you notice anything
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rev 98.10.08
This episode was originally broadcast on May 12, 1997.
Copyright (c) 1997 Alexander Thompson
~~~~~~~~~~ Prologue ~~~~~~~~~~
In every generation there
is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against
the vampires, the demons
and the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer.
The Master's lair. The camera
pans through the chamber and over to the
entrance, where Buffy is
quietly making her way in, stake in hand. She
stops and takes a look around.
Slowly she makes her way down to the
floor below. She raises
the stake to be ready. The camera moves behind a
pillar where the Master
is hiding. Buffy continues into the lair. She
spins around and raises
the stake when she senses the Master behind her.
He hisses loudly. Buffy
freezes with fear and drops the stake. She
slowly retreats as the Master
advances on her. When she can't retreat
any further she watches
as the Master reaches out with his hand and
clasps it around her neck.
She looks up at him as he closes in for the
bite.
Buffy: NO! NO!
Cut to her room. She's having
a nightmare. Her mother is sitting on the
edge of her bed trying to
shake her awake.
Buffy: No...
Joyce: Yes.
Buffy wakes suddenly with her eyes open wide.
Joyce: It's time to get up for school.
Buffy: Mom?
Joyce: Are you alright?
Buffy: No. Uh, yeah!
Yeah! I'm, I'm fine! Oh... (sits up) School!
Great. (gets out of bed)
Joyce: You wanna go to school? (stands up)
Buffy: Sure! Why not?
Joyce: Okay. (opens
the blinds) Good day to buy that lottery ticket. I
spoke with your father.
Buffy: He's coming, right?
Joyce: You're on for this weekend.
Buffy: Good.
Cut to Sunnydale High.
Willow: So, do you see your dad a lot?
Buffy: Not a whole lot.
Cut to the halls. Willow and Buffy walk as they talk.
Buffy: He's still in L.A. He, like, comes down for weekends sometimes.
Willow: When did they get divorced?
Buffy: Well, it wasn't
finalized till last year, but they were
separated before that.
Willow: Musta been harsh.
They reach Buffy's locker.
Buffy: Yeah, that's
the word you're looking for. (works the
combination) I-I mean, they
were really good about it around me, anyway,
but still...
Willow: My parents
don't even bicker. Sometimes they glare. Do you know
why your folks split up?
Buffy: (opens her locker)
I didn't ask. They just stopped getting
along. I'm sure I was a
really big help, though, with all the slaying
and everything. I was in
so much trouble. I was a big mess.
Willow: Well, I'm sure
that didn't have anything to do with him
leaving.
Buffy: No. (closes her locker)
Willow: And he still comes down on weekends.
Buffy: Sometimes.
Cut to class. Cordelia is
checking her makeup in her mirror. Wendell
comes over and stops to
look at his paper in the light.
Cordelia: Hello? Doofus! (Wendell looks at her) You're in my light.
Xander: Wendell, what
is wrong with you? Don't you know that she is the
center of the universe,
and the rest of us merely revolve around her?
Cordelia: Why don't you revolve yourselves out of my light?
The bell rings. Wendell and
Xander go to their seats. Willow and Buffy
come in.
Xander: (to the girls) Uh, Wendell was in Cordelia's light.
Wendell: I'm so ashamed.
Willow: Why is she so Evita-like?
Buffy: I think it's the hair.
Willow: (smiles) It weighs heavy on the cerebral cortex.
Xander: Hey, guys, was there any homework?
Willow: We're doing active listening today.
Xander: Cool! What's active listening?
Willow: That would be the homework. (they sit)
Buffy: Chapter five?
Active listening? (shows her book) Where you put
on your big ears and really
focus on the other person?
Wendell: Ms. Tishler demonstrated it yesterday.
Willow: With you!
Buffy: She was wearing that tight sweater?
Xander: Oh, the midnight blue angora! See, I was listening.
Willow gives him a look.
Ms. Tishler: Alright,
take your seats. In a moment we will choose
partners and practice what
we read about in chapter five.
Xander cups his ears with
his hands while smiling and shaking his head
around.
Ms. Tishler: Good, Xander, that's the spirit!
Willow and Buffy give each other amused looks.
Ms. Tishler: Before
we do, let's review. Isaacson's research led him
to conclude that one of
our most fundamental needs after food and
shelter is to be heard.
Buffy drops her pencil and bends down to pick it up.
Ms. Tishler: Wendell,
would you read the first two paragraphs on page
seventy-eight...
As Buffy sits back up she
sees Billy, a young boy, standing at the door
looking in at her.
Ms. Tishler: ...where
Isaacson describes the rapid improvement active
listening brought to some
special needs clients.
Wendell opens his book. He
screams and drops it on his desk when there
are suddenly a bunch of
tarantulas crawling out of it. Ms. Tishler and
the students closest to
him scream and quickly get out of their chairs
and away from him. The tarantulas
crawl all over Wendell.
Wendell: Please! Get
'em off of me! Help! Help! Get 'em off of me! Help
me! Oh, please help me!
Please!
Billy: Sorry about that.
Wendell: Please help me!
Opening credits roll. Buffy's theme plays.
~~~~~~~~~~ Part 1 ~~~~~~~~~~
The Master's lair. Collin is sitting, listening to the Master.
Master: Fear is a wonderful
thing. It is *the* most powerful force in
the human world. (crouches
to face Collin) Not love, not hate... Fear!
When you were a mortal boy,
what did you fear?
Collin: Monsters.
Master: Ooo. (gets
up) We are *defined* by the things we fear. (goes to
the large cross) This symbol,
these two planks of wood, it confounds me.
Suffuses me with mortal
dread. But fear is in the mind. (puts his hand
on the cross and holds on
while it burns) Like pain. It can be
controlled. (lets go) If
I can face my fear, it cannot master me. (looks
up) Something is happening
above. Something new, powerful, psychic
force. Do you feel it?
Collin: I feel change.
Master: Change. Yes. For the worse.
The camera pans up above
the cross and through the ground to the school.
Joyce arrives to drop Buffy
off.
Joyce: You're awfully quiet this morning.
Buffy: I didn't sleep well.
Joyce: I'll say. I
came in to check on you twice. You were yelling in
your sleep. Do you know
what you were dreaming?
Buffy: (shakes her
head) Not really. Oh, no, my bag! I-I packed it for
the weekend and I forgot
it!
Joyce: You and your
dad can swing by the house and get your bag. It's
not an international crisis.
Buffy: Okay. Yeah,
I just, uh, had meant to bring it. H-he's picking me
up here, right? A-at 3:30?
Joyce: Honey, a-are you worried your father isn't gonna show?
Buffy: No! N-not really. Should I be?
Joyce: Well, of course,
not! I-I-I just, I-I know it's a hard
situation. You just have
to remember that your father adores you. No
more than I do, by the way.
Buffy: (smiles) Goodbye.
Joyce: Have a great day.
Buffy: Thanks. (gets out)
Cut to the halls. Buffy comes
around the corner and is met by Willow and
Xander.
Willow: Oh, Buffy, we've been looking for you.
Xander: We have?
Willow: Oh, about the spiders, did you talk to Giles about...
Xander: Oh, the spiders!
Willow's been kind of, um, what's the word I'm
looking for? Insane about
what happened yesterday.
Willow: I don't like
spiders, okay? Their furry bodies, and their
sticky webs, and what do
they need all those legs for anyway? I'll tell
you: for crawling across
your face in the middle of the night. Ewww! How
do they not ruffle you?
Xander: I'm sorry!
I'm unruffled by spiders. Now, if a bunch of Nazis
crawled all over my face...
Buffy: Mm, it was pretty intense.
Willow: Thank you.
Xander: Well, the Hellmouth,
the center of mystical convergence,
supernatural monsters: been
there.
Buffy: Little blase' there, aren't you?
Xander: I'm not worried.
If there's something bad out there we'll find,
you'll slay, we'll party!
Buffy: Thanks for having confidence in me.
They enter the library. Cut inside.
Xander: You da man, Buff!
Willow: Okay, but we're
still caring about the spiders here. Let's not
forget the spiders.
Buffy: Well, Giles said he was gonna look it up. Giles?
Willow: Maybe he's in the faculty room.
Giles comes out of the stacks and looks around bewildered.
Buffy: Hey, Giles! Wakey, wakey!
Giles: I was, uh, in the stacks. I got lost.
Xander: Did you find any theories on spiders coming out of books?
He reaches around Willow's
shoulder with his arm while wiggling his
fingers.
Xander: Big, hairy, crawly...
Willow is startled. She twists around and hits Xander.
Xander: (to Willow) It's funny if you're me.
Giles: (mildly confused)
I couldn't find anything, uh... particularly
illuminating. Um, I think
perhaps you'd best have a chat with Wendell
himself.
Buffy: Okay. If he can still talk.
She gives Giles an odd look.
They start out of the library. Giles looks
back into the stacks, still
confused.
Cut outside. Wendell is sitting on a bench. The team approaches him.
Buffy: Hey, Wendell. How are you?
Wendell: (looks up) Huh?
Buffy: You okay?
Xander: Good talking to ya, man.
He pats Wendell on the back
and starts to leave, but Buffy pulls him
back.
Wendell: Do you guys want something?
Buffy: We just thought you might wanna talk about what happened.
Willow: You know, yesterday? With the spiders?
Wendell: I don't know what to say about that.
Xander: There's nothing
*to* say. You saw two hundred insects, you
Gonzoed, anybody would have.
Wendell: They're not insects. They're arachnids.
Xander: They're from the Middle East?
Wendell: Spiders are
arachnids. They have eight legs. Insects only have
six. Why does everyone make
that mistake?
Buffy: Don't know. Has anything like this ever happened before?
Wendell nods his head 'yes'.
Buffy: When?
Wendell: Lots of times.
Willow: Ew! You must hate spiders more than I do.
Wendell: (smiles and
laughs) I don't hate spiders. I love 'em. They
hate me.
Cordelia walks by behind Wendell and turns to Buffy.
Cordelia: I hope you studied for the history test.
Buffy: What history test?
Cordelia: The one we're having in fourth period right now.
Buffy: There's a history
test? Nobody told me there was a history test!
I haven't... I... Okay,
I will catch up with you guys later. (runs off)
Willow: (sits) What do you mean, you love spiders?
Xander: It is platonic, right? (chuckles)
Wendell: I had the
best collection in the tri-county area. Browns and
tarantulas and black widows...
Then my folks shipped me off to
wilderness camp. All my
brother had to do was maintain their habitats.
Instead he left their heat
lamp on for a week. When I came home they
were all dead. That's when
the nightmares started.
Willow: The nightmares?
Wendell: It's always
the same. I'm sitting in the classroom, teacher
asks me to read something,
I open up my book and then there they are.
They're comin' after me.
God, can you blame them after what I did?
Xander: And that's how it happens? Every time?
Wendell: Yesterday
in class I thought I'd just nodded off again. But
then everyone else started
screaming, too.
Cut to the hall. Buffy is
looking for her history class. Cordelia is
waiting by the door, holding
it open.
Cordelia: You don't know where class is, do you?
Buffy: Uh...
Cordelia: Hardly a
shocker. You've cut history just about every time
we've had it.
Buffy: Well, I was there the first day. I think.
Cordelia: It's in here.
Buffy: I haven't been
to class, I haven't read any of the assignments,
how am I gonna pass this
test?
Cordelia: Blind luck?
Cut into the classroom. Buffy
is sitting and looking around at the other
students. The teacher walks
by. She looks over at Cordelia, who
apparently isn't having
any problems with the test. Cordelia turns the
page, looks back at Buffy
and goes back to taking the test. The teacher
comes by again and stops
to glance at Buffy's work. He continues,
apparently satisfied. Buffy
flips through the short answer test. All the
pages are still blank. She
glances up at the clock. 11:20. She looks at
the space for her name.
Buffy: Well, at least I know my name.
She starts to write, but
her pencil breaks. She lets out an exasperated
breath. She grabs her sharpener
and sharpens her pencil. She looks back
up at the clock, and it's
now 12:10 already. She stares at it in
disbelief. She looks around
at everyone. The teacher is watching her
intently and tapping his
pencil. She looks back down at her test and the
bell rings. All around her
the students get up and begin turning their
tests in as she just sits
and watches. Billy appears at the door and
looks in. Buffy sees him
there with a sad look on his face. He walks off
down the hall. The classroom
is empty now, and Buffy is sitting at her
desk alone.
Cut to the hall. Billy is
walking along and comes upon two girls talking
as they come down the stairs.
Laura: Well, they both
got detention, which is completely unfair since
Sean started it. Anyway,
it means we can't do the movie.
The other girl looks disappointed
as they stop in front of the basement
door.
Laura: I'm gonna take a (makes a smoking gesture) break.
Her friend leaves. She looks
around to see if anyone's watching, opens
the door and goes in.
Billy: (to himself) You shouldn't go in there. (shakes his head)
Cut inside the basement to
a shot of the stairs. Laura comes in and
closes the door behind her.
The basement area is dark. She comes down
the steps and looks around.
Satisfied that no one's there she puts down
her books and gets out her
pack of smokes. Cut to a shot of her from
behind a rack. She has her
pack and pulls out a cigarette. The Ugly Man
behind the rack watches
her as she lights up. He comes into the weak
light. His face is badly
scarred.
Ugly Man: Lucky nineteen!
He attacks Laura. She screams.
He begins to whale on her with his huge
deformed club arm as she
screams and tries to roll out of the way of his
blows.
~~~~~~~~~~ Part 2 ~~~~~~~~~~
The hospital. Cut to a hall. Buffy and Giles look for Laura's room.
Buffy: I think they said room 3016.
Giles: Do you know the girl?
Buffy: To say hi to. Laura's nice enough. Nobody saw who attacked her?
Giles: Well, I was rather hoping that Laura did.
Cut inside Laura's room.
She has cuts and bruises all over. Buffy and
Giles come in. She sees
them and looks up at Buffy.
Buffy: Hey, Laura.
Laura: Hi.
Giles: I hope we're not intruding, um...
He holds out a small potted
flower arrangement. Buffy takes it from him
and sets it next to the
bed.
Laura: That's okay. I don't wanna be left alone.
Giles: You understand
we're anxious to make sure this, this doesn't
happen again.
Buffy: (sits) Can you tell us what happened?
Laura: I was in the
basement. I went down for a smoke. There was...
someone there.
Buffy: Someone you knew?
Laura: I've never... seen anything like it.
Buffy: (exchanges a look with Giles) It?
Giles: Can you describe it?
Laura is having trouble talking about it and can't answer.
Buffy: Hey, that's okay. Don't worry about it.
Giles: Yes, you, you, you just rest now.
Buffy: You know, but...
Nurse: (comes in) Hi, Laura.
Buffy: ...i-if you
remember anything? You can tell us. Even if it may
seem weird.
Nurse: She needs her rest now.
Giles and Buffy start to go.
Laura: 'Lucky nineteen.'
Buffy and Giles stop and turn around.
Giles: I'm sorry?
Laura: It's what he
said, right before... He said 'lucky nineteen'.
That's weird, right?
Giles: Yes. Yes, it is.
Buffy: Feel better. (smiles)
Giles: Take care.
They leave the room. Cut to the hall. Giles sees her doctor there.
Giles: Doctor, is she gonna be alright?
Doctor: You family?
Buffy: Friends.
Doctor: She'll recover.
She's got a couple of shattered bones, a little
internal bleeding... she
got off pretty easy.
Buffy: Easy?
Giles: Have you looked up the word lately?
Doctor: Well, the first one's still in a coma. (stops at another room)
Buffy: First what?
Doctor: First victim.
(looks into the room) They found him a week ago.
Exact same M.O. as the girl,
only he's in worse shape. If he doesn't
wake up soon... Somebody's
gotta stop this guy.
Buffy: Somebody will.
Cut to the school.
Punk: Listen, I'm not afraid of him.
Cut to the hall.
Punk: Hey, if he wants
to fight, then I'm takin' him down. I'm not
backin' off on this. This
is about honor. I'll break his neck!
Cut to Willow and Xander coming down the hall to her locker.
Willow: I'm just saying,
Wendell had a dream and then that exact thing
happened.
Xander: Which is a
fair wiggins, I admit, but do you think that ties in
with Laura?
Willow: I dunno. Maybe
she dreamed about getting beat up. We should ask
Buffy when she gets back
from the hospital.
The punk's mother suddenly
appears in the hall. Xander sees the
encounter and grins.
Mother: Oh, there's my little baby!
Punk: Mom, what are you doing here? Mom...
Mother: (laughs and kisses) How's my little pookie?
Punk: Mom, mom, please
don't kiss me in front of the guys! It's
embarrassing, mom! Please!
Mother: (laughs) You cute little rascal, you!
Punk: Mom... Thanks, but mom, please, my friends are right here...
Willow closes her locker. They head to their next class.
Xander: It could be
a coincidence. Y'know, Wendell finds a spider's
nest, and we all wig because
he dreamt about spiders. So it may not be
connected.
They enter the classroom.
The students see Xander come in and start to
laugh.
Xander: If there is
a connection it doesn't sound like anything...
What?
Willow is confused, and looks
behind her at Xander. His clothes are
gone, and he's standing
there in his underwear.
Willow: Xander! What happened to your...?!
Xander: I-I-I dunno!
I was, uh, dressed a minute ago! It's a dream.
It's gotta be a dream. (pinches
himself) Ow! Wake up. (pinches himself
again) Ow! Gotta wake up.
He realizes he's not dreaming
and runs from the room screaming. Willow
chases after him.
Cut to the library. Giles is going over a number of newspapers.
Giles: This can't be happening. This can't be...
Buffy comes into the library.
Buffy: What's the word?
Giles: Oh, uh, I've
got back issues of the, uh, papers, um, to try to
do some research.
Buffy: Did you find anything?
Giles: I don't know.
Buffy: You don't know if you didn't find anything.
Giles: I'm having a problem.
Buffy: What is it?
Giles: I-I can't read!
Buffy: What do you mean? You can read, like, three languages.
Giles: Five, actually,
on a normal day. Th-the words here don't make
any s-sense. I-it's gibberish!
(steps away in frustration)
Buffy: (looks at the paper) That's him.
Giles: Who?
Buffy: The kid I've
been seeing around school. (reads) 'Twelve-year-old
Billy Palmer was found beaten
and unconscious after his kiddie league
game Saturday. Doctors describe
his condition as critical.' When was
this published? (looks at
the date) Last week. It says he's in a coma in
intensive care. This is
the boy from the hospital!
Giles: The first victim? Uh... You, you've seen him around the school?
Buffy: Yeah, first
when the spiders got Wendell, and, and then when I
didn't know a thing on the
history test. I thought it was weird seeing
this kid around, but I forgot
about it.
Giles: Uh, the boy's
been in a coma for a week. How can this be
possible?
Buffy: What, am I knowledge girl now? Explanations are your terrain.
Giles: Uh, well, um,
there's astral projection, uh, the theory that
while one sleeps one has
another body, a-an astral body, which can
travel through time and
space.
Buffy: Billy's in a coma. That's like sleep, right?
Giles: In a manner
of speaking, a-a-although one doesn't always awake
from a coma.
Buffy: Could I be seeing Billy's asteroid body?
Giles: Astral body,
and I-I don't know. As usual, one doesn't have an
inordinate amount of information
to work with.
Buffy: Lucky nineteen.
Her father, Hank Summers, enters the library.
Hank: There you are!
I've been looking everywhere. Why aren't you in
class?
Buffy: Dad, what are
you doing here? Y-you're not supposed to pick me
up till after school. Is
something wrong?
Hank: Well, I, I need to talk to you.
Buffy: Something *is* wrong. Is it mom?
Hank: No, no, it's
not your mother, she's fine. (quieter) Could I speak
with you for a moment? Privately?
Buffy: Um, sure! Yeah.
(looks at Giles) Uh, oh! I'm sorry. Dad, this is
Mr. Giles, the librarian.
Uh, this is my dad, Hank Summers.
Giles: My pleasure. (shakes his hand)
Hank: Likewise.
Buffy: I'll be back.
She and her father leave
the library. Giles tries reading the papers
again.
Cut outside. Buffy and her dad walk as they talk.
Hank: I came early
because there's something I've needed to tell you.
About your mother and me.
Why we split up.
Buffy: Well, you always told me it was because...
Hank: Uh, I know we
always said it was because we'd just grown too far
apart.
Buffy: Yeah, isn't that true?
Hank: Well, c'mon,
honey, let's, let's sit down. (they sit) (exhales)
You're old enough now to
know the truth.
Buffy: Is there someone else?
Hank: No. No, it was nothing like that.
Buffy: Then what was it?
Hank: It was you.
Buffy: Me?
Hank: Having you. Raising
you. Seeing you everyday. I mean, do you have
any idea what that's like?
Buffy: What?
Hank: Gosh, you don't
even see what's right in front of your face, do
you? Well, big surprise
there, all you ever think about is yourself. You
get in trouble. You embarrass
us with all the crazy stunts you pull, and
do I have to go on?
Buffy: No. Please don't.
Hank: You're sullen
and... rude and... you're not nearly as bright as I
thought you were going to
be... Hey, Buffy, let's be honest. Could you
stand to live in the same
house with a daughter like that?
Buffy: Why are you
saying all these things? (a tear rolls down her
cheek)
Hank: Because they're
true. I think that's the least we owe one
another.
She begins to sniff and cry.
Hank: You know, I don't
think it's very mature, getting blubbery when
I'm just trying to be honest.
Speaking of which, I don't really get
anything out of these weekends
with you. So, what do you say we just
don't do them anymore?
She stares at him in shock. He pats her on the leg.
Hank: I sure thought you'd turn out differently.
He gets up and leaves. Buffy
can't do anything but watch him go for a
moment, and then look down.
He walks past the building, and Billy is
there looking at Buffy.
She looks up again and sees him. Billy turns and
leaves. Buffy fights back
the tears.
Cut to the library. Willow
and Xander come in. Xander is pulling on his
gym shirt.
Xander: Red alert! Where's Buffy?
Giles: Uh, she, she
just stepped out. Her, her father came by early.
He, he needed to talk to
her. W... where are your other clothes?
Xander: Oh, don't I wish I had the answer to *that* question.
Willow: Xander kinda
found himself in front of our class not wearing
much of anything.
Xander: Except my underwear.
Willow: (laughs) Yeah!
It was really... (looks at Xander) ...bad. It
was a bad thing.
Xander: 'Bad thing'? I was naked. 'Bad thing' doesn't cover it.
Willow: Everyone staring?
I would hate to have everyone paying
attention to me like that.
Xander: With nudity! It's a total nightmare.
Willow: (realizes) Well, yeah Xander! I-it's your nightmare!
Xander: Except the
part with me waking up goin' 'it's all a dream'. It
happened.
Willow: Like it happened
to Wendell. That thing with the spiders?
Wendell had a recurring
dream about that.
Giles: I-I dreamt that
I got lost in the stacks and I... I couldn't
read... Of course!
Xander: Uh, our dreams are coming true?
Giles: Dreams? That
would be a musical comedy version of this.
Nightmares, our, our nightmares
are coming true.
Willow: So, why is this happening?
Giles: Billy.
Xander: Well, that
explanation was shorter than usual. (to Willow) It's
Billy! (to Giles) Who's
Billy?
Giles: He's a boy in
the local hospital. He was beaten. He's in a coma.
Somehow I think he's crossed
over from the nightmare world he's trapped
in.
Xander: And he brought
the nightmare world with him. Thanks a bunch,
Billy.
Willow: How could he do that?
Giles: Things like that are easy when you live on a Hellmouth.
Xander: Well, um, we have to stop it.
Giles: And soon. Or
else everyone in Sunnydale is gonna be facing their
own worst nightmares.
Cut to the halls. Cordelia
opens her locker and looks at her mirror. Her
hair has become totally
frizzy, and she freaks out. She tries to force a
comb through it to no avail.
Cordelia: I don't understand!
This can't be happening! I was just at
the salon!
She puts her hands on her head in terror.
Cordelia: Oh, my God!
She tries the hair on the other side of her head, but it's just as bad.
Cut outside. Buffy is walking
along sadly with her arms crossed. She
notices Billy going down
some stairs to the gym entrance. When the
students have all come out
he goes in. Buffy follows him in and finds
him sitting on the stands.
Buffy: Billy?
He looks at her a moment. She comes closer.
Buffy: Are you Billy Palmer?
Billy: I'm Billy.
Buffy: Why are you
here? (sits down next to him) Did something bad
happen to you after your
game?
Billy: Something bad?
(pulls his hands through his hair) I, I don't
remember.
Buffy: Do you remember playing baseball?
Billy: Uh huh. Yeah. I play second base.
Buffy: Are you 'lucky nineteen'?
Billy: (looks at her) That's what he calls me.
Buffy: Who?
Billy: The Ugly Man. He wants to kill me. A-and he hurt that girl.
Buffy: Why does he want to kill you, Billy?
Billy: He's...
Buffy: Billy, it's okay! What? Just tell me.
Billy: He's here!
The Ugly Man clubs Buffy with his deformed arm and knocks her down.
~~~~~~~~~~ Part 3 ~~~~~~~~~~
The gym. The Ugly Man hits
Buffy in the face, knocking her off of the
stands and onto the floor.
She quickly gets up as he tries another swing
and misses. She ducks a
third swing, kicks him in the jaw with a high
side kick and follows up
with a spinning out-to-in crescent kick to his
face. He isn't fazed. He
swings again with his club arm and hits her
squarely in the back, knocking
her into the stands. He swings again as
she gets up and knocks her
legs out from under her, making her fall
backward and onto the floor
again. She rolls out of the way as he swings
again, gets up and quickly
follows Billy, who's already gone out the
door. She's limping.
Cut to the library. Giles, Willow and Xander walk out to find Buffy.
Giles: Buffy doesn't
know this is happening. And given the sort of
thing that she tends to
dream about, it's imperative that we find her.
They come through the doors into the hall.
Xander: Probably faster if we split up to look for her.
Giles: Good idea.
He and Xander go off in opposite directions.
Willow: Oh, uh, faster, but... not really safer.
Cut to outside the gym doors.
Buffy slides a hockey stick through the
door handles to slow the
Ugly Man down. He pounds on the door as she
leans against it. She looks
around, sees Billy and goes over to him.
Buffy: Billy!
Billy: I'm sorry, I can't help it.
Buffy: Who is he?
Billy: He's the Ugly Man.
Buffy: He's too strong!
I can't fight him! We have to find my friends.
They can help us.
Billy: We have to hide.
Buffy: No! He'll find us!
Billy: Yes, but we
have to hide. That's how it happens. We hide, and
then he comes.
They go to find the others.
Cut to the hall. Willow comes
down the stairs and sees a commotion down
the hall. Cordelia is being
dragged by some nerds into the chess club.
Cordelia: No! What
are you doing! Hey, no! You don't understand! I
don't wanna go! I'm not
even on the chess team! I swear, I'm not!
They drag her into the room.
Willow smiles at the sight. She hears her
name being called from the
door to the basement.
Voice: Willow!
Cordelia: Nohoho!
Willow turns toward the voice,
goes to the basement door, opens it and
looks inside.
Voice: Willow!
Cut into the basement looking up the stairs at Willow.
Willow: Buffy?
She starts down the stairs, leaving the door open.
Willow: Hello? Buffy?
She reaches the bottom of the steps and looks around.
Willow: I'm not afraid. You'd think I'd be afraid, but I'm not.
She continues into the room
and looks around. A hand grabs her on the
shoulder and pulls her away
as she screams.
Cut to the hall. Xander comes
through a door and finds the hall has been
vandalized, with swastikas
spray-painted everywhere. A light hanging
from the ceiling is flickering.
He spies a chocolate bar on the floor.
Xander: Alright! (picks
up the bar and tears it open) Someone else's
loss is my chocolatey goodness.
He takes a huge bite. He
looks around some more and sees a Hershey bar.
He walks over to it, picks
it up and tears it open.
Xander: This is my lucky day!
He takes a huge bite out of the Hershey bar and looks around again.
Cut outside. Buffy and Billy come out of a door.
Buffy: (confused) Wha... I was sure this led to the library.
Billy looks at a couple students
playing on the other side of the fence.
Buffy goes over to him.
Buffy: They're just playing. What is it? What's bothering you?
Billy: Baseball. When you lose, it's bad.
Buffy: Did you lose your game last week?
Billy: (nods) It was my fault.
Buffy: Why was it your fault?
Billy: I missed a ball and I should have caught it.
Buffy: You missed one
ball and the whole game was your fault? What, you
were the only one playing?
There wasn't eight other people on your team?
Billy: He said it was my fault.
Buffy: Who said? Billy, did he hurt you after the game?
Billy: Can we go another way to find your friends?
Buffy: Sure. Okay. We can go around the cafeteria.
The Ugly Man comes in their direction and punches a student out.
Buffy: Bad idea! (looks around) Uh, this way! C'mon!
She pushes Billy ahead of
her through some bushes. When they get through
to the other side they are
in the cemetery, and it's night.
Buffy: What just happened?
Billy: Is this where your friends are?
Buffy: No, it's not.
Cut to the basement. The
show director is pulling Willow through a door
to a dressing room. She
is dressed in a green kimono for the part of
Cio-Cio-San, the title character
of Puccini's opera Madame Butterfly.
Director: Man, I thought
you weren't gonna show! Aldo is beside
himself.
He makes some adjustments
to her kimono. Willow can hear the Emcee make
his announcement on the
stage.
Emcee: Ladies and Gentlemen,
we are proud to present two of the world's
greatest singers!
The audience begins to applaud.
The director guides Willow onto the
auditorium stage behind
the curtain.
Director: I hope you're
warmed up. It's an ugly crowd out there
tonight. All the reviewers
showed up.
Emcee: All the way
from Firenze, Italy, the one and only Aldo
Gianfranco! And all the
way from Sunnydale, California, the world's
finest soprano, Willow Rosenberg!
Willow sees Aldo on stage
through the curtain, dressed in a tuxedo and
holding out his hand to
greet her. She backs away into the director.
Willow: But I... I didn't learn the words!
The director gives her a
shove onto the stage, and she stumbles through
the curtains and bumps into
Aldo. He shoots her a look. She's terrified.
The applause dies down.
The spotlight is on Aldo, and he begins to sing
the famous love duet from
Act I.
Aldo: Bimba dagli occhi pieni di malia, ora sei tutta mia.
Translation: Child,
from whose eyes the witchery is shining, now you
are all my own.
The spotlight moves to Willow
when it's her turn. She is stiff with fear
and remains silent as she
looks between Aldo and the crowd. Realizing
she's not going to sing,
Aldo begins again, and the spotlight shifts
back to him.
Aldo: Sei tutta vestita
di giglio. Mi piace la treccia tua bruna fra i
candidi veli.
Translation: You're
dressed all in white like a lily. Your ebony
tresses are shining on ivory
shoulders.
When he finishes his bar
he gives her an annoyed look and stomps his
foot. She's still frightened.
Willow: (meekly) My turn?
Aldo: (annoyed) Mm-hmm!
She turns to the crowd and
lets out a high-pitched squeak. Numerous
murmurs come from the audience.
Aldo is disgusted and turns away.
Cut to the halls. There are
sheets of plastic hanging from the ceiling.
Xander pushes though a pair
and stops. His hands are full of various
chocolate bars.
Xander: I love these bars!
He spots another one on the floor.
Xander: A Chocolate
Hurricane! These are the best! I haven't had one of
these since my...
He hears incessant giggling coming toward him.
Xander: ...sixth... (looks around) ...birthday.
He sees a shadow come up
behind another sheet of plastic, and a clown
suddenly bursts through.
Xander screams in terror as the clown holds up
a knife. Xander falls as
he tries to get away and somersaults backward
into the next hall. He starts
to crawl away fast.
Cut to the cemetery. Buffy walks and looks around.
Buffy: I don't see
the Ugly Man. I also don't know where the sun and
the rest of the world went.
Billy: Look at this.
She looks down where Billy
is looking and sees a freshly dug grave with
an open pine coffin inside.
Billy: I guess we're gonna bury someone. I wonder who died.
Master: Nobody died.
Buffy and Billy look up at him in surprise.
Master: What's the fun of burying someone if they're already dead?
She stares at him in disbelief.
Buffy: You!
Master: So! This is the Slayer! You're prettier than the last one.
Buffy: This isn't real. Y-you can't be free!
Master: You still don't
understand, do you? I am free because you fear
it. Because you fear it,
the world is crumbling. Your nightmares are
made flesh. You have little
Billy to thank for that.
She looks behind her, but Billy is gone. She turns back to the Master.
Buffy: This is a dream.
Master: A dream is
a wish your heart makes. (grabs Buffy by the neck.)
This is real life. (pulls
her around so her back is to the open grave)
Come on, Slayer! What are
you afraid of?
He growls and bares his teeth,
but doesn't bite. He throws her into the
coffin at the bottom of
the grave, and the lid slams shut.
Buffy: No! Help me!
Master: How 'bout being buried alive?
The Master laughs maniacally as he starts to shovel dirt into the grave.
Buffy: Somebody help
me! Please! No! No! Please! No! No! No! Somebody
help me! Please! No!
The first shovelful of dirt
hits the coffin, and some falls in through
the cracks of the poorly
constructed coffin.
Buffy: Please! No! Help me! No!
The next shovelful of dirt covers the crack between the boards.
Buffy: Help!
~~~~~~~~~~ Part 4 ~~~~~~~~~~
The halls. Willow comes through
a door while being pelted with tomatoes.
Xander runs up to her.
Xander: Did you find Buffy?
Willow: I had to sing! Very bad to sing!
Xander: Willow, c'mon. Let's find the others.
Willow: What happened to you?
Xander: Remember my sixth birthday party?
Willow: (laughs) Oh,
yeah! When the clown chased you and you got so
scared that you had... (stops
smiling) Oh!
The clown slices through
a sheet of plastic. Willow screams and they
start to run, right into
Giles.
Giles: No sign of Buffy?
They grab hold of him and
pull him with them. He sees the clown and
starts to run, too. When
they reach the end of the hall Xander stops,
tired of the whole thing.
He goes up to the clown, and as the clown
raises his knife to attack,
Xander punches him dead in the face and
knocks him out.
Xander: You are a lousy
clown! Your balloon animals are pathetic!
Everyone can make a giraffe!
They leave the clown lying
there. Cut outside. They come running out of
the building and stop.
Xander: I feel good! I feel liberated!
People are running past them.
Giles: You seem to
be the only one. Things are getting worse. In a few
hours reality will fold
completely into the realm of nightmares.
Willow: Well, what do we do?
Giles: The only thing I can think is to try and wake Billy.
Xander: Uh, no, we can't leave without Buffy.
Giles: Agreed, but who knows where she might have gone?
Willow sees a dimensional rift to the graveyard across the street.
Willow: Excuse me, when did they put a cemetery in across the street?
Xander: And when did they make it night over there?
They walk through the rift into the cemetery.
Xander: Whose nightmare is this?
Giles looks at a gravestone that reads: Buffy Summers 1981 - 1997.
Giles: It's mine.
They all gather around the grave. Giles kneels next to it.
Giles: I've failed...
in my duty to protect you. I should have been
more c... cautious. Taken
more time to train you. But you were so
gifted. And the evil was
so great. I'm sorry...
He lays his hand on the fresh
soil. As he starts to get up a hand
reaches up through the dirt
and grabs his. Willow screams. Giles tears
himself away as Buffy comes
up through the dirt out of the grave. She
brushes herself off.
Giles: Buffy?
She looks up. She has turned into a vampire.
Buffy: I thought I was dead!
Willow: Buffy, your face!
Buffy feels her face and realizes what's happened.
Buffy: Oh, God!
She keeps her hands up to
hide her face. Xander takes a couple of steps
toward her.
Xander: Buffy...
Buffy: (turns away) Don't look at me!
Giles: You never told me you dreamt of becoming a vampire.
Buffy: This isn't a dream.
Giles: No. No, it's
not. But there's a chance that we can make it go
away. This all comes from
Billy. Now, if, if we can only wake him up, I
believe that the nightmares
will stop and reality will shift back into
place, but we must do it
now! I need you to hold together long enough to
help us. Can you do that?
She looks up at Giles.
Buffy: (nods) Yeah. I think I can.
Giles: Thank you.
They face the others.
Buffy: Well, we better
hurry... 'cause I'm getting hungry. (starts
away)
Xander: (following) That is a... joke, right?
Willow: Are you sure everything will go back once he's awake?
Giles: Oh, uh, positive.
Willow: Well, how do we wake Billy up? What if we can't?
Giles: Willow, do shut up.
Cut to the hospital. Pandemonium
reigns. They come running down the hall
to Billy's room. The doctor
is there looking into Billy's room.
Giles: Doctor! Is the boy Billy still here?
Doctor: My hands!
The doctor's hands are severely
crippled. He goes away. They run into
Billy's room.
Xander: What now?
Giles: Um... (bends down to Billy) Billy! Billy?
Billy: That won't work.
His astral body is standing by the curtains. Giles looks up at him.
Giles: Billy! Uh, Billy, you have to wake up.
Billy: No. I told her. I have to hide.
Giles: Why? From what?
Buffy: From him!
She's still in the hall and
sees the Ugly Man coming toward her. Giles
goes over to the window
to look.
Xander: Aw, man, what do we do?
Buffy: I think I know.
She takes off her jacket.
Willow hears buzzing outside and peeks through
the blinds to see giant
black wasps flying over the town.
Willow: Whatever it is, it better be soon!
Cut to the hall. The Ugly Man is making his way toward Buffy.
Buffy: Glad you showed up! You see, I'm having a really bad day.
Ugly Man: Lucky nineteen!
Buffy: Scary! I'll
tell you something, though. There are a lot scarier
things than you. (takes
two steps forward) And I'm one of them.
The Ugly Man stops in his
tracks and looks at her. She roars and runs to
attack. She jumps on him,
knocks him down and punches him twice in the
face. She tries for a third
punch, but he blocks her and gets his foot
under her stomach. He pushes
hard, and Buffy falls backwards. She gets
up quickly and roundhouse
kicks him in the gut, making him double over,
but he pushes her into the
window of Billy's room and then throws her
into the opposite wall.
He tries to punch her with his club arm, but she
ducks, and his arm slams
into a wall. She comes up behind him and side
kicks him in the back. He
slams into her, knocking her through the door
into Billy's room and against
his bed. She gets up to face him as he
comes in after her. He swings
again with his club arm, but she grabs it
and roughly brings it down,
breaking it over her knee. He wails in pain,
and she body checks him
into the wall, where he hits his head and slumps
to the floor unconscious.
Everyone just stares at him.
Billy: I-is he dead?
Buffy: Come here, Billy.
Billy: I, I don't...
Buffy: You have to do the rest.
Billy slowly comes around the bed and over to the Ugly Man.
Willow: What are they doing?
Giles gestures for her to be quiet.
Xander: I get it.
Buffy takes Billy's hand. He looks up at her.
Buffy: No more hiding.
Billy looks down at the Ugly
Man. Buffy lets go of his hand, and he
reaches for the Ugly Man's
neck. He peels back his face and a bright
light streams out. In the
next instant everything is back to normal. The
Ugly Man is gone, Buffy
is herself again, Xander and Willow are in their
regular clothes and the
hospital is functioning. Buffy smiles and feels
her face. Willow breathes
a sigh of relief. Billy wakes up.
Xander: Hey, he's waking up!
They all gather around.
Billy: I had the strangest
dream. And you were in it, and you... Who
are you people?
They all smile.
Giles: Let's get a doctor.
Billy's coach comes in as Giles and Xander are about to go get a doctor.
Coach: Oh! Huh. Billy's
got company. (takes off his cap) I-I-I'm his
kiddie league coach. I come
by here every day, just hoping against hope
that he's gonna wake up
soon. He's, uh, my lucky nineteen.
Giles and Buffy exchange a look.
Coach: So, um, how is he?
Buffy steps aside to show him that Billy's awake.
Buffy: He's awake.
Coach: What?
Buffy: You blamed him
for losing the game. So you caught up with him
afterwards, didn't you?
Coach: (acting innocent) What are you talking about?
Billy: (sits up) You said that it was my fault that we lost.
The coach realizes he's been
found out and tries to get away. Xander
grabs him by the jacket
and stops him.
Billy: It wasn't my
fault. There's eight other players on the team. You
know that. (lies down)
Buffy: (to Billy) Nice going! (smiles)
Billy smiles back.
Cut to the school. Willow, Buffy and Xander are walking.
Buffy: I just can't
believe a kiddie league coach would do something
like that.
Xander: Well, you obviously
haven't played kiddie league. I'm surprised
it wasn't one of the parents.
Willow: I'm just glad he's behind bars where he belongs.
Buffy: But that was kinda heroic, Xander, grabbing him and all.
Xander: Well, I just
did what anyone else would've. I mean, if you
wanna label it heroic...
Hank drives up, honks and gets out of the car and waves.
Hank: Hi!
Buffy: Have a killer weekend, guys!
Xander bows his head to her.
Buffy goes to her dad. Hank comes up the
steps and hugs his daughter.
Hank: Hi, sweetheart!
Oh, it's so good to see you! (releases the hug)
How was your day?
Buffy: Fine. You know, usual.
Willow: (to Xander) Personal question?
Xander: Yeah, shoot!
Willow: When Buffy
was a vampire, you weren't still, like, attracted to
her, were you?
Xander: Willow, how
can you... I mean, that's really bent! She was...
grotesque!
Willow: Still dug her, huh?
Xander: I'm sick, I need help.
Willow: Don't I know
it.