Dopplegangland
(Chapel)
(Dozens of candles on several tall iron candleholders are standing around the chamber. An altar stands at one end. Upon it sits the high demon D'Hoffryn. Kneeling before him on a small rug is Anya, she who was Anyanka, once demon but now doomed to be mortal, pleading her case.)
D'Hoffryn: (resolutely) Do not ask again.
Anya: (shocked) But... But I...
D'Hoffryn: (sternly interrupts) Your powers were a gift of the lower beings. You have proved unworthy of them.
Anya: I was robbed of them.
D'Hoffryn: By your carelessness.
Anya: (dramatically) For a thousand years I wielded the powers of The Wish. I brought ruin to the heads of unfaithful men. I brought forth destruction and chaos for the pleasure of the lower beings. I was feared and worshipped across the mortal globe. (disgustedly) And now I'm stuck at Sunnydale High. (despondently) Mortal. Child. And I'm flunking math.
D'Hoffryn: (dismissingly) This is no concern of ours. You will live out your mortal life and die.
Anya: (pleadingly) Give me another chance. You can fold the fabric of time. Send me back to that place and I'll change it. I won't fail again.
D'Hoffryn: Your time is passed.
Anya: (desperately) Do you have any idea how boring twelfth graders are? (stands up) I'm getting my power center back. (defiantly) And if you won't help me, then, by the pestilent gods, I will find someone who will!
(Sunnydale High Front Lawn)
(Willow is lying on a grassy area, concentrating hard. Soon a pencil floats up into view and starts to slowly turn end over end. Willow smiles at her successful levitation. Beside her, Buffy does sit-ups.)
Buffy: The Watcher Council shrink is heavy into tests. He's got tests for everything. T.A.T.s, Rorschach, associative logic... (grunts and sits up) He even has that test to see if you're crazy that asks if you ever hear voices or you ever wanted to be a florist.
Willow: (looks over at Buffy) Ooo, I used to want... (reconsiders) Wait. Florist means crazy, right? (turns back to her pencil) I never wanted to do that.
(Buffy does some stretching exercises while she watches the pencil as well.)
Buffy: (smiles, impressed) Neat.
Willow: (grins) Thanks. It's all about emotional control. Plus, obviously, magic. (looks at Buffy, giddily) Hey, you wanna go to the Espresso Pump and get sugared up on mochas?
Buffy: I'm gonna pass. Hit the pool and do some laps.
Willow: (bewildered) How come the sudden calisthenics? Aren't you sort of naturally buff, Buff? (smiles and giggles) Buff buff.
Buffy: Well, they've got us running around on the physical side, too. A lot of reflex evaluation and precision training, you know. I-I just... Well, I-I wanna do...
Willow: (smiles knowingly) Better than Faith?
Buffy: (embarrassed) So very shallow.
Willow: (sits up) Competition is natural and healthy. Plus, you'll definitely ace her on the psych tests. Just don't mark the box that says, 'I sometimes like to kill people.'
Buffy: (ruefully) I know Faith's not gonna be on the cover of Sanity Fair, but... she had it rough. Different circumstances, that could be me.
Willow: (shakes her head) No way. Some people just don't have that in them.
Buffy: (apologetically) Look, I'm sorry. I-I know how you hate talking about Faith.
Willow: No, it's okay.
Buffy: No, really, we should just... (glances at the pencil)
Willow: No. I-it doesn't bother me. I mean it.
Buffy: (notices the pencil) Uh, Will?
Willow: (looks at it) Oh.
(The pencil is spinning wildly. An instant later it darts off and buries itself deeply into a tree. Willow gives Buffy a concerned look.)
Buffy: Emotional control?
Willow: (abashed) I'm working on it.
(Opening Credits)
(Snyders Office)
(Snyder stands at the door, hands in pockets, looking with great satisfaction at Willow and Percy West, who are seated facing his desk.)
Snyder: As far as I'm concerned, this is a marriage made in heaven. (takes off his jacket) Willow Rosenberg, despite her unsavory associations, (hangs it on the coat rack) represents the pinnacle of academic achievement at Sunnydale High. (strolls up to them) Percy West represents a devastating fast break (puts his hand on Percy's shoulder) and 50% from behind the three-point line. (goes around his desk to his chair)
Willow: (confused) I-I'm not sure I understand the marriage part. (glances at Percy)
Snyder: (indicates Willow) You've got the brains, (indicates Percy) he's got the fast break. (brings his hands together) It's a perfect match.
Willow: (very confused) Match? (double-takes at Percy) You want us to breed?
Snyder: I want you to tutor him. (sits) Percy is flunking history. Nothing seems to be able to motivate him.
Percy: (flippantly) Hey, I'm challenged.
Snyder: (raises his eyebrows) You're lazy, self-involved and spoiled. That's quite the challenge. But we need a winning year, especially after last year's debacle with the swim team. Can't have our point guard benched. (to Willow) So, you're gonna take on a little teaching job. (encouragingly) I know how you enjoy teaching.
Willow: (makes feeble excuses) Well, I have a lot of work of my own.
Snyder: You've got a letter of acceptance from every university with a stamp.
Willow: Y-yes, but I still have classes and I don't...
Snyder: (interrupts) Rosenberg, it's time to give something back to the community. (stands up) I know you wanna help your school out here. Ask me how I know.
Willow: (obediently) How do you...?
Snyder: (interrupts, glares ominously) I just... know.
(Library)
(Willow and Buffy push the doors open and walk in.)
Buffy: So he threatened you? With what?
Willow: Well, i-it wasn't exactly anything he said. It was all in his eyes. I mean, there was some nostril work as well, but mostly eyes.
Buffy: Snyder needs me to kick his ass.
Willow: Oh, no, Buffy, don't get in trouble. I'll be okay. (They reach the study table. Willow sets down her books, Buffy sits on it.) I just hate the way he bullies people. He just assumes everyone's time is his. (She lifts her bag from her shoulder and sets it down also as Giles comes out of his office sucking on a lollipop.)
Giles: Willow, get on the computer. I want you to take another pass at accessing the Mayor's files.
Willow: (happily) Okay.
(She heads behind the counter to use the computer there. Faith comes into the library followed by an out-of-breath
Wesley.)
Faith: (sarcastically) Well, that was a blast.
Giles: How did it go?
Faith: (points at Wesley behind her) Princess Margaret here had a little trouble keeping up.
(Wesley makes it to the counter and leans heavily against it. Buffy raises her eyebrows at the sight.)
Giles: (to Wesley) How did it go?
Wesley: (panting heavily) Faith, uh... (pants) did quite well on the obstacle field. (pants) Still a little sloppy, though. (Faith shoots him an incredulous look.)
Giles: Do you feel up to, uh, taking Buffy out, or shall I?
Wesley: (pants) Oh, no, no, no. (pants) I'll be fine. (pants) Just give me a minute. (pants) And some defibrillators, if it's (pants) not too much trouble.
Faith: You're gonna love it, B. It's just like fun, only boring. (grimaces)
Giles: (sternly) Faith, this evaluation is a necessary part of the Council's...
Faith: (apologetically) I know. I'm on board here. Just shooting my mouth off.
Buffy: I better change.
(She starts to walk out. As she passes by, Faith leans toward her.)
Faith: Good luck.
(She reaches out, lightly brushes Buffy's shoulder with her hand and gives her a little smile. Buffy returns the smile weakly and continues out. Wesley takes a deep breath and follows her. Faith notices Willow at the computer and hops up on the counter to sit and watch.)
Faith: What cha doin'?
Willow: (trying to concentrate) I'm trying to access the Mayor's personal files.
Faith: (surprised) Can you do that?
Willow: Well, he's got some tricky barriers set up.
Faith: (warily) Can you get past 'em?
Willow: (stubbornly) Eventually I'll get through.
(Faith watches intently as Willow continues her hacking.)
(Apartment)
(Mayor Wilkins considers Faith's report.)
Mayor Wilkins: (musingly) That's very interesting.
Faith: Yeah, I thought so, too. (looks around) Are you serious about this place? (continues exploring)
Mayor Wilkins: Of course I am. No Slayer of *mine* is gonna live in a fleabag hotel. That place has a very unsavory reputation. There are immoral liaisons going on there.
Faith: (checks out the kitchen) Yeah, plus all the screwing. This place is the kick!
(She walks past a leather punching bag hanging in a corner and continues into the sleeping area.)
Mayor Wilkins: We'll keep your old place, in case you need to see your friends there, but from now on... (Faith jumps up on the bed and bounces.)(appalled) Oh, hey, hey, hey! Shoes! Shoes!
(Faith hops off of the bed and goes up to the Mayor.)
Faith: (smiling sultrily) Thanks, Sugar Daddy.
Mayor Wilkins: (admonishingly) Now, Faith, I don't find that sort of thing amusing. I'm a family man. (He steps aside to let Faith continue looking around.) Now, let's kill your little friend. (Faith gives him an uneasy look.) Don't worry. I wouldn't ask you to do it. Not this early in the relationship. (Faith sits, doubtfully considers) Besides, I think a vampire attack would be less suspicious anyway. In the meantime, let's take a look at the rest of the apartment, huh? (Faith stands up again) If I'm not mistaken, some lucky girl has herself a PlayStation.
Faith: (grins broadly) No way.
Mayor Wilkins: (grins back proudly) Yes way! (chuckles happily)
(Faith heads over to the TV to check it out.)
(Sunnydale High Hallway)
(Oz finds Willow as she walks along.)
Oz: Hey!
Willow: Oz! Hi!
(They smile at each other and move closer to hug.)
Oz: There's something about you that's causing me to hug you. (teasingly) It's like I have no will of my own.
(They move apart. Willow has a huge smile on her face.)
Willow: Where were you yesterday?
(They start walking, holding hands.)
Oz: Mm... We got back late, sort of very.
Willow: (perplexed) We? Who? Where?
Oz: The band. We had a gig in Monterey Sunday night.
(They stop by a classroom.)
Willow: (distressed) Oh, you did? How come I didn't know?
Oz: (surprised) I thought you did.
Willow: (hurt) Maybe I would have liked to go.
Oz: Didn't figure you for missing school.
Willow: (disappointed) You think I'm boring.
Oz: I'd call that a radical interpretation of the text. We're playing tonight at the Bronze.
Willow: (apologetically) I can't. I have too much homework.
Oz: (invitingly) If you get done early...
(He steps toward the classroom. Their hands don't part until necessary.)
(The Quad)
(Percy comes up the stairs from the underpass below the administrative offices. Willow catches up with him. He just continues walking, completely disinterested.)
Willow: Percy! Hey. Listen, I thought we could get together today at lunch and go over your Roosevelt paper. You know, what books you'll need and stuff.
Percy: (purposely obtuse) What are you talking about?
Willow: Me tutoring you. Your, your history paper?
Percy: Oh, yeah, yeah. Snyder said *you* were gonna do it.
Willow: (surprised) He never said that.
Percy: (gives her a look) What meeting were *you* at?
Willow: Look, I-I'll get the books you need. Just meet me at lunch and...
Percy: (interrupts) No, no, no. I don't have any time at lunch. I gotta hang out.
Willow: Well...
Percy: (stops and faces her, impatiently) What, what, you got something better to do? Just type it up and put my name on it. Oh, and don't type too good. Dead giveaway. (leaves)
(Willow can't believe his attitude and sinks down on one of the benches dejectedly. She takes off her pack, reaches in and pulls out a banana.)
Willow: (with resolve) I'm eating this now. (daringly) It's not lunchtime, I don't even care.
(Before she can begin peeling it, Buffy and Xander walk up to her.)
Buffy: Hey.
Xander: Willow, did you remember to tape Biography last Friday?
Willow: (absently) Uh-huh. (struggles with the banana)
Buffy: (to Xander, proudly) See, I told you. Old Reliable.
(Xander nods and smiles. Willow is not amused.)
Willow: (sourly) Oh, thanks.
Buffy: (taken aback) What?
Willow: 'Old Reliable'? Yeah, great. *There's* a sexy nickname.
Buffy: Well, I-I didn't mean it as...
Willow: No, it's fine. I'm 'Old Reliable'.
Xander: She just means, you know, the geyser. You're like a geyser of fun that goes off at regular intervals.
Willow: (disgustedly) That's Old Faithful.
Xander: Isn't that the dog that, that the guy had to shoot...
Willow: (incensed) That's Old Yeller.
Buffy: Xander, I beg you not to help me. Will, I-I didn't mean it as a bad thing. I-I think it's good to be reliable.
Willow: (stands up, annoyed) Well, maybe I don't *wanna* be reliable all the time. Maybe I'm not just some doormat person. Homework Gal.
Xander: I'm thinking nerve strike.
(Willow huffs at him and starts to go, but turns back.)
Willow: Maybe I'll change my look! Or cut class. You don't know.
(Buffy and Xander just give her surprised looks.)
Willow: (holds up her banana defiantly) And I'm eating this banana. Lunchtime be damned! (strides off)
Buffy: (goes after her) Will, wait. I'm really sorry...
Willow: (interrupts, chiding gently) Buff, I'm storming off. It doesn't really work if you come with me.
Buffy: (chastened) Oh.
(Willow goes on her way. Buffy looks back sadly at Xander.)
(Hallway)
(Willow starts trudging up the stairs. Anya notices her.)
Anya: Uh, Willow?
Willow: (turns around) Uh, hi. (doesn't recognize)
Anya: (gestures at herself) Anya. (smiles) I'm sort of new here. (hopefully) Um, I know Cordelia?
Willow: (smiles thinly) Oh, fun.
Anya: Yeah. Um, listen, (steps up closer to her) I have this little project I'm working on, and I heard you were the person to ask if...
Willow: (interrupts, ironically) Yeah, that's me. Reliable-Dog-Geyser Person. What do you need?
Anya: Oh, it's nothing big. (secretively) Just a little spell I'm working on. (shrugs)
Willow: (suddenly interested, steps down to her) A spell? (nonchalantly) Oh. I like the black arts.
Anya: I just need a secondary to create a temporal fold. I heard you were a pretty powerful Wicca, so... (shrugs again)
Willow: (smiles excitedly) You heard right, mister! I-I-I'm always ready to work some dark mojo. (hopefully) So, tell me, is it dangerous?
Anya: (dismissively) Oh, no. (shakes her head)
Willow: (disappointed) Well, could we pretend it is?
(Classroom)
(The camera pulls back from a large white plate with a representation of Anya's lost necklace painted on it. Willow kneels facing it, arranging herbs, bones and candles. Anya sits at a desk and prepares a mixture of sands and powders.)
Anya: The necklace was a family heirloom passed down for generations. Then it was stolen from my mom's apartment.
Willow: How does the spell work?
Anya: (gets up) Uh, well, we both call on Eryishon, (kneels opposite Willow) the Endless One, offer up the standard supplication, then there's a teensy temporal fold. (smiles weakly) We hope. Um, then I pour the sacred sand on the representation of the necklace, and Eryishon brings it forth from the time and place it was lost.
Willow: (smiles) Cool.
Anya: Are we ready?
Willow: (slightly nervous) I think so. Anya takes a deep breath and holds her hand out palm up over the plate.
Anya: Eryishon. K'shala. Meh-uhn.
(Willow also reaches out with her hand palm up, keeping hers tip-to-tip with Anya's.)
Willow: Diprecht. Doh-tehenlo nu-Eryishon.
(Anya picks up the bottle of sacred sand and holds it over the plate.)
Anya: The child to the mother.
(Willow takes hold of the bottle as well.)
Willow: The river to the sea.
Anya: (closes her eyes) Eryishon, hear my prayer.
(Willow closes her eyes also. There is a low rumbling, and a pillar of energy appears over the plate and around the girls' hands. Their hands begin to shake, and Willow whips open her eyes, surprised by how powerful this spell actually is. She sees scenes from an alternate universe: Anyanka choking Giles, licking her fingers, herself and Xander as vampires, Anyanka's necklace, Buffy staking Xander, herself as a vampire, herself impaled on the broken wood of the cage, Anyanka's necklace smashed, her vampire self attacking Buffy and getting backhand punched, the Master watching, herself falling to the floor, being grabbed by Larry, sitting alone in an empty factory without the machine, Oz coming for her, the Master grabbing Buffy.)
(In the classroom Anya turns over the bottle of sand, and it pours out. Some of it sifts through Willow's fingers before hitting the plate.)
(More visions follow: Angel letting the imprisoned humans out, herself fighting one, Oz still coming for her, reaching out to grab her... Suddenly she disappears from the scene.)
(Willow flashes back to the classroom, where she has a wide-eyed look of surprise and shock on her face. The pillar of energy fades, and she pulls back her hands, breathing hard.)
Willow: That was... W-w-what was that? (slowly stands up)
Anya: (feels for her necklace in the sands) Oh, it's not here. (pounds the floor, frustrated) It's not here!
Willow: Okay, that's a little blacker than I like my arts.
Anya: Oh, don't be such a wimp.
Willow: That, that-that wasn't just some temporal fold, that was some weird Hell place. I-I don't think you're telling me everything.
Anya: I swear, I am just trying to find my necklace.
Willow: Well, did you try looking inside the sofa *in Hell*?
Anya: Look, (smiles sweetly) we'll just try it again, and...
Willow: (steps back) No! I-I think emphatically not!
Anya: (angrily) I can't do it by myself!
Willow: (gathers her things) That's a relief. I'm outta here.
Anya: (furiously) Fine! Go! (mutters to herself) Idiot child.
(Willow overhears that, and doesn't appreciate it.)
Willow: (reaches down, haughtily) I believe these chicken feet are mine. Look, m-magic is dangerous, Anya, i-it's, it's not to be toyed with. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have someone else's homework to do.
(She leaves the room. Anya looks down at the plate, frustrated, then picks it up.)
Anya: (anguished) Nothing! (smashes it)
(Old Factory)
(It's empty except for a lot of small debris. Evil Willow jerks up from the floor and looks around, shocked to suddenly find that the Master, his machine, the humans, the vampires, everything is gone.)
Evil Willow: This is weird.
(Street)
(The camera pans down from the sign to several children running along the sidewalk and comes up on Evil Willow. She's standing in the street, disoriented and confused by everything she sees around her. There are so many people and children boldly walking and running around at night without a care in the world. To her it's all strange. Very strange. These people should be cowering in their homes, not out enjoying themselves. As she walks along the yellow centerline, some people walk by her, crossing the street from the theater to the Espresso Pump, coming within reaching distance, blissfully unaware of who she is. No one fears her. No one even notices her. Behind her she hears a girl screaming and turns to look, but the girl is just resisting some teasing from her boyfriend, not shaking in fear of a vampire. An old woman approaches her, not even put off by her full leather attire. Old woman: E-e-excuse me, young lady... Evil Willow faces her and snarls. The lady is frightened, and she backs away shaken, but she's not terrified as Evil Willow would have expected, probably assuming she was just another punk. She rolls her eyes and continues.)
(The Bronze)
(Evil Willow enters and looks around. The place is calm, especially compared to what she's used to. People are hanging out, chatting, drinking, playing pool. Only a few eyes notice her in her black leather. Evil Willow stops by a pool table and looks forlornly all around, taking in the situation. A guy in a leather jacket can't help but notice Evil Willow as she walks around him, staring appraisingly at him with her evil scowl. She just keeps going. He doesn't want anything to do with her. Evil Willow begins to get depressed about how things suddenly are. She doesn't watch where she's going, and neither does Percy, who bumps into her.)
Percy: Hey! (recognizes her, surprised, then amused) Rosenberg? What are you doing, trick-or-treating? (points at her) You're supposed to be at home doing my history report. I flunk that class, you're in big trouble with Snyder. (smugly) Till we graduate, I own your ass.
(She raises her eyes and looks at him with weary amusement.)
Evil Willow: Bored now.
(She shoves the heel of her hand squarely into his chest, sending him flying onto a pool table. He lands hard on his back, and his momentum forces him into a back roll off of it. Several guys around them are shocked.)
Guy#1: Whoa, whoa, whoa, man!
Guy#2: Hey!
Guy#1: What's up with *that*, man?
Guy#3: What the heck?
(Evil Willow now has the attention of the crowd as she slowly goes over to Percy.)
Evil Willow: I'm having a terrible night. (She reaches down and lifts Percy up from the floor by his throat, digging her fingertips into his flesh and choking him.) Wanna make it better?
(Percy tries to punch her, but she idly blocks him and looks up into his eyes, sadly at first but then with a wide grin when Percy can't pull her hand off. He clutches her neck with his other hand and tries to choke her. Some guys in the background make fun of Percy, unaware of the seriousness of his situation.)
Guy#4: Check it out!
(Xander comes up behind him, eager to get in on the fun.)
Xander: What's going on? Is there a funny thing? (The guys laughingly point over at Evil Willow and Percy, who have both hands around each other's necks now. Percy is choking, while Evil Willow just continues to smile. Xander runs up behind Percy and yanks him off of her, throwing him to the floor.) Back off! You stay the hell away from her!
Percy: (panicked) Okay! Sure! (scrambles away)
(Xander turns back to make sure Willow is okay, but is stunned by the way she's dressed. For her part, Evil Willow's face brightens, glad to finally see a familiar face.)
Evil Willow: (thrilled) Xander!
Xander: (amazed) Will, changing the look not an idle threat with you.
Evil Willow: (smiles widely) You're alive!
(She hugs him, running her hands sensuously over his neck and back.)
Xander: Uh... Will, this is verging on naughty touching here. (her hands go further down) Don't wanna fall back on bad habits. (her hands reach his butt) (jumps, surprised) Hands! Hands in new places!
Evil Willow: (realizes, confused, revolted) You're alive.
Xander: (nods) You mentioned that before. Will, are you okay?
Evil Willow: (distraught) No! Everything's different.
Buffy: (walking up) Oh. There you are.
Xander: (never looking away from Evil Willow) Hey, Buff.
Buffy: Aren't you gonna introduce me to your... (recognizes) Holy *God*, you're Willow.
Evil Willow: (recognizes the Slayer, vehemently) You.
Buffy: (tries to be polite) You know what? (smiles supportively) I, I like the look. (stammers) It's, um... it's, it's extreme, but it, it, it looks good, you know, it's a (breathes deeply) leather thing, and, uh... (to Xander) I said extreme already, right?
Evil Willow: (steps up to Buffy, eyes narrowed with hatred) I don't like you.
Buffy: (taken aback) Will, I'm sorry about today. You know how my foot likes to live in my mouth. (puzzled) But you know... y-you really didn't have to prove anything.
(Evil Willow glares at both of them with disgust. She has nothing to say to these humans.)
Evil Willow: Leaving now. (starts away)
Xander: Will, gotta say, not lovin' the new you.
Buffy: (goes after her) Will, wait...
(She grasps Evil Willow's arm from behind and turns her around, and is dumbfounded when she sees her in her vampire guise.)
Evil Willow: (roars) Get off me!
(She shakes the Slayer off and stalks away, leaving Buffy and Xander standing there in complete shock and dawning horror.)
(Alley)
(Evil Willow strides along it at a brisk pace. Behind her two vampires come into view.)
Alfonse: Willow Rosenberg.
Evil Willow: (stops and smiles to herself in anticipation) I'm not supposed to talk to strangers.
Alfonse: Then we won't talk.
(He nudges his partner to attack. Evil Willow does a side kick at him, sending him stumbling back. Alfonse lunges at her, but she grabs onto his shoulder and uses his momentum to flip him to the ground. She turns around and does a half-spinning hook kick to the other one's head. He backs up a step, but keeps his balance and leans back in to punch Evil Willow. She middle blocks two shots and follows up with a punch to his head. She grabs his shoulder while he's dazed and flips him over onto his back. Alfonse comes at her again, and she connects with a roundhouse kick to his side. He falls, but gets up quickly and grabs her shoulder. She grabs onto his hand to keep it in place, and with her other hand she pushes down on his shoulder, forcing him to flip forward onto his back. She takes his hand and jerks it back hard, snapping his wrist. He grunts in pain and gives in.)
Evil Willow: (reprovingly) You made me cranky.
(She brushes her fingers against his.)
Alfonse: (panting) There's been a mistake here. We were sent after a human.
Evil Willow: (intrigued) Really? Who do you work for?
Alfonse: (hoarsely) I'm not telling you a thing.
(With a half-smile, she takes one of his fingers and bends it back sharply, breaking it. He screams in pain.)
Evil Willow: (still smiling) Who do you work for?
Alfonse: (gives in) Wilkins. The Mayor.
(She takes another finger and breaks it, too. Again he cries out in pain.)
Evil Willow: *Who* do you work for? (bats her eyes suggestively)
Alfonse: (gets it) You.
(She drops his arm and lets him up. The other vampire gets up also, rubbing his head.)
Evil Willow: (commands) Get your friends. Bring them here. The world's no fun anymore. (smiles evilly) We're gonna make it the way it was. Starting with the Bronze.
(Alfonse nods obediently at his new boss.)
(Sunnydale High Library)
(Buffy and Xander come in, both silent, very detached from reality. Giles hears them come in and walks out from his office.)
Giles: Oh, Buffy. I thought you were going out tonight. I didn't expect... (He sees the oppressive grief in their expressions.) What is it?
(Time Lapse)
(They all sit on the stairs to the stacks, detached and staring off into space. Giles dangles his glasses from his hands. Xander idly handles a cross.)
Xander: (takes a breath) This isn't real.
Buffy: (numbly) I can't feel anything. Arms, legs, anything.
Giles: She was truly the finest of all of us.
Xander: Way better than me.
Giles: (nods decisively) Much, much better.
Xander: It's all my fault.
Buffy: (despairingly) No, it's me. I-it's me. I'm the one that called her reliable. She must have gone out and gotten attacked, which she never would have done if I hadn't have called her reliable. And now my best friend is...
(Willow walks in and finds them there.)
Willow: (curiously) What's going on?
(They all look up surprised. Xander lifts his cross in defense. Willow notices their sad faces and is amazed at their expressions.)
Willow: Jeez, who died? (She notices just how deeply sad they really are and realizes she may have gotten it right.) Oh, God! Who died?
(Xander jumps up and gets in Willow's face with the cross.)
Xander: Back! Get back, demon!
(She doesn't cower from it, but instead shows deep concern for him, thinking maybe he's flipped out or something. Xander shakes the cross as though it were broken and puts it back in her face. Buffy and Giles notice that she's not frightened of the cross, and slowly approach.)
Buffy: (breathlessly) Willow, you're alive?
Willow: (puzzled) Aren't I usually?
(Without any further hesitation, Buffy runs the two steps to her best friend and hugs her hard and close.)
Buffy: Oh!
(Willow is surprised, and lets out a little groan from the tightness of the embrace. An instant later Xander is also hugging her for all he's worth.)
Willow: (wonderingly) I love you guys, too? (The hug goes on for a long moment before it gets too intense for her.) Okay. Oxygen becoming an issue. (They both let go, smiling at her with tears in their eyes. She smiles back, but still doesn't know what to make of it all.) Giles, what's going on with these... (Before she can finish she finds herself being warmly embraced again by the normally reserved Watcher.) Oh!
(Again she groans from the tightness of the hug, and Giles quickly releases her, a bit embarrassed at his emotional display.)
Giles: Oh. Sorry. (backs away)
Willow: It's really nice that you guys missed me. Say, you all didn't happen to do a bunch of drugs, did ya?
Xander: Will, we saw you at the Bronze. A vampire.
Willow: (insulted) I'm not a *vampire*.
Buffy: You are. (gets a look from Willow) I-I mean, you, you were. (very confused) Giles, planning on jumping in with an explanation any time soon?
Giles: (very unsure) Well, uh... something... something, um, very strange is happening.
Xander: (facetiously) Can you believe the Watcher's Council let this guy go?
(The Bronze)
(Anya walks up to the bar and sits.)
Anya: (wearily) What a day. (to the bartender) Gimme a beer.
Bartender: (deadpan) I.D.
(She gives him an incredulous look.)
Bartender: I.D.
Anya: (loses it, thumps her fists on the bar) I'm eleven hundred and twenty years old! Just gimme a friggin' beer!
Bartender: (unimpressed) I.D.
Anya: (sighs, defeated) Gimme a Coke.
(The Stage)
(Oz and Devon set up their equipment.)
Devon: Man, we need a roadie. (wistfully) Other bands have roadies.
Oz: Well, other bands know more than three chords. Your professional bands can play up to six, sometimes seven *completely* different chords.
Devon: That's just, like, fruity jazz bands.
(He looks worriedly at Oz, seeking confirmation for this theory.)
Angel: (walks up) Oz.
Oz: Hey, man. You looking for Buffy?
Angel: As always.
Oz: Well, no sightings as of yet, but I think she said she'd show.
(The door to the club opens, and in walk several vampires. They fan out into the crowd. The people back away in fright. Alfonse comes in last, grabs an unlucky boy and throws him into a table.)
Oz: (quietly to Angel) That doesn't look good.
Alfonse: (yells) EVERYBODY, SHUT UP!
(From over at the bar, Anya notices the vampires and begins to take an interest.)
Alfonse: (to everyone) Alright. Nobody cause any trouble or try to leave... and nobody gets hurt.
Angel: (quietly) Why don't I believe him?
Oz: (quietly) Well, he lacks credibility. (They notice one of the vampires prevent a guy from leaving through the back door.) Can you get outta here?
Angel: (eyes cast upward) Skylight in the roof. I can make it.
Oz: (worried) I think we need some backup.
Angel: (evenly) I think I'm needed here.
Oz: (raises his eyebrows) Ten to one. Could get pointless.
(The door opens again and another vampire enters, followed closely by Evil Willow. She looks around at everyone, very pleased. Anya straightens up now, quite intrigued. Evil Willow smiles when she reaches the middle of the empty dance floor.)
Evil Willow: Look. Everyone's all afraid. (sighs blissfully) It's just like old times.
Oz: (in utter disbelief) Get Buffy. Do it now.
(Angel wastes no time, wheels around, and begins climbing the stage ropes to the roof. Devon gets in close behind Oz.)
Devon: (quietly, smiling) Dude, check out your girlfriend.
(Evil Willow saunters leisurely over to a girl alone at a table.)
Evil Willow: (sweetly) What's your name?
Sandy: Sandy.
(Evil Willow lightly brushes her hands along Sandy's arm and takes her hand. She slowly pulls her onto the dance floor where everyone can see them.)
Evil Willow: You don't have to be afraid... (smiles disarmingly) just to please me. (to everyone) If you're all good boys and girls, we'll make you young and strong forever and ever. (She turns Sandy around to face the stage and stands behind her, continuing to fondle Sandy's shoulders and head.) We'll have fun. (Sandy flinches when Evil Willow grasps her hair and pulls it to the side, forcing Sandy to tilt her head, leaving her neck bare. Evil Willow lasciviously licks the girl's neck.) If you're not...
(She looks around warningly, vamps out, smiles, licks her lips and roars as she bites Sandy savagely on the neck and drains her dry. Oz tries to run from the stage to Sandy's aid, but is stopped by one of the vampires.)
Devon: (to Oz) No, man!
(When Evil Willow is finished feeding, she lets Sandy's lifeless body collapse to the floor and morphs back to her human guise.)
Evil Willow: (idly curious) Questions? Comments?
Oz: (shocked) Willow. You don't wanna do this.
Evil Willow: I don't? (smiles proudly) But I'm so good at it.
(The vampire holding Oz lets him go down to meet her.)
Oz: Who *did* this to you?
Evil Willow: (recognizes him) I know you. You're a White Hat. How come you're talking to me like we're friends?
(Anya slowly comes up to her from behind.)
Anya: (unafraid) 'Cause he thinks you're someone else. He thinks you're the Willow that belongs in *this* reality.
Evil Willow: (confused) Another me?
Anya: You know this isn't your world, right? I mean, you know you don't belong here.
Evil Willow: (softly) No. This is a dumb world. (smiles wistfully) In my world there are people in chains, and we can ride them like ponies.
Anya: You wanna get back there.
Evil Willow: (nods) Yeah.
Anya: So do I.
(Sunnydale High Library)
(Giles sits deep in thought. Willow leans in Giles' office doorway while Buffy and Xander sit on the study table.)
Willow: This is creepy. I don't like the thought that there's a vampire out there that looks like me.
Xander: Not looks like. Is.
Buffy: It was exactly you, Will, every detail. Except for your not being a dominatrix. (uneasily) As far as we know.
Willow: (rolls her eyes, grins sardonically) Oh, right. Me and Oz play 'Mistress of Pain' every night.
(Giles furrows his brow. Buffy and Xander's eyes glaze over.)
Xander: Did anyone else just go to a scary visual place?
Buffy: Oh, yeah.
(They all look up when Angel makes a quick and noisy entrance, breathing hard from running.)
Angel: (very upset) Buffy, I... I just... Something's happened that... (He pauses when he gets patient, waiting looks from Buffy and Xander.) Willow's dead. (Buffy and Xander nod knowingly. Willow straightens up from leaning against the door frame. Angel notices her.) Hey, Willow. (He looks back at Buffy and Xander. Xander raises his eyebrows at him. Suddenly it clicks in Angel's mind, and he does a double take at Willow.) Wait a second. (He looks back at Buffy and Xander for confirmation. Giles raises his eyebrows, rolls his eyes and grimaces.)
Xander: (understandingly) We're *right* there with you, buddy.
Buffy: We saw her, too, at the Bronze.
(Willow smiles reassuringly at him and blithely waves.)
Angel: (still somewhat unsure) Okay. She's there now with a cadre of vampires looking to party.
(They all immediately get up and head out.)
Buffy: (resignedly) We can figure out who she is *after* we stop the feeding frenzy.
(Hallway)
Buffy: How many of them were there?
Angel: Eight or ten.
Buffy: (to Giles) Should we call Faith?
Giles: No, I don't want her in combat yet. Not around civilians.
Xander: (heartily) Hear, hear.
Willow: (holds back) Guys? (they stop and look back) What are we gonna do with me? The... other... me?
(The three men look at each other uncomfortably, shuffling their feet and hanging back. Buffy realizes she has to take the lead.)
Buffy: (comes closer to Willow) I don't know, Will. (hesitates) I mean, we just have to stop them.
Willow: I-I get that. I just kind of wanted to know... (thinks of something) Oh! Hey, uh, go. I-I'll catch up.
(She heads back into the library as the others go.)
(Library)
(Willow goes to the checkout counter and leans over, but can't reach what she's looking for. She starts to go around it, but an arm reaches around from behind and grabs her. A hand clamps over her mouth to prevent her from screaming.)
Evil Willow: (gloating) Alone at last. (She turns Willow around and looks her up and down, particularly noticing her pink sweater.) Well, look at me. I'm all fuzzy.
Willow: What do I want with you? (catches herself) Uh...
Evil Willow: Your little school friend Anya said that you're the one that brought me here. She said that you could get me back to my world.
Willow: Oh. (gets it) Oh! Oops!
Evil Willow: But I don't know... (smiles wickedly) I kinda *like* the idea of the two of us. (She turns Willow around again, caressing her shoulders.) We could be quite a team, if you came around to *my* way of thinking.
Willow: (uncertainly) Would that mean we have to snuggle?
(Evil Willow brushes Willow's hair away from her neck.)
Evil Willow: (coaxing) What do you say? (She gives Willow's neck an eager, lengthy lick. Willow shudders with loathing and grimaces at the feeling.) Wanna be bad?
Willow: (completely unnerved) This just can't get more disturbing.
(Evil Willow growls horribly with desire and bares her teeth behind Willow's neck. Willow freaks out and whirls around, stepping back and away from her.)
Willow: (flapping her hands with disgust) Ack! Ew! No more! You're really starting to freak me out!
(She tries to go around Evil Willow, but gets blocked. She snatches up Xander's cross from the counter and nervously waves it in Evil Willow's face, who roars and bats her arm away, sending the cross flying. She grabs Willow and throws her hard up and over the counter. Willow lands with a crash, hitting her head hard against the metal filing cabinet.)
Willow: Ow!
Evil Willow: (stalks grimly around the counter) You don't wanna play, I guess I can't force you. (Willow reaches under the counter for what she originally came for and pulls out the dart rifle just as Evil Willow comes through the door to behind the counter.) Oh, wait. (Willow locks the bolt in place.) I can. (Willow frantically aims and fires. The dart hits Evil Willow dead center of her chest. Stunned, she looks down at the protruding dart, staggers and starts to fall.) Bitch...
(She hits the floor. Willow stares in fearful amazement at her other fallen self.)
(Time Lapse)
(Angel and Xander drag Evil Willow by the arms into the book cage.)
Giles: (dumbfounded) It's extraordinary.
Willow: (appalled) It's horrible! That's me as a vampire? (Angel closes the door) I'm so evil and... skanky. (aside to Buffy, worried) And I think I'm kinda gay.
Buffy: (reassuringly) Willow, just remember, a vampire's personality has nothing to do with the person it was.
Angel: (without thinking) Well, actually... (gets a look from Buffy) That's a good point.
Xander: So, uh, what do we do now?
Giles: We still have to get to the Bronze.
Angel: Well, even if they're supposed to wait for her they may start feeding. Vampires are not notoriously reliable.
Xander: (hopefully) So we charge in, much in the style of John Wayne?
Giles: High casualty risk. I haven't any other plan, though.
Buffy: (raises her hand) Uh, I have a really bad idea.
(The Bronze)
(The camera pans from the sign down to the group. Angel drops down from the roof onto a crate, then down to the pavement.)
Angel: They're still in a holding pattern. That's good. It means they must really be afraid of you.
(Willow walks up to them wearing Evil Willow's leather ensemble.)
Willow: Who wouldn't be?
(She shifts around uncomfortably, trying to get the feel of the tight outfit.)
Buffy: Are you okay in that?
Willow: It's a little binding. I guess vampires really don't have to breathe. (notices her cleavage) Gosh, look at those.
(Xander stares with wide eyes.)
Giles: (stammers) Um, ahem, Willow, you, uh, you go in and defuse the situation as best you can. At least try and get some of them to come out and even up the odds a bit.
Buffy: First sign of trouble, you give us a signal. We come in hard and fast.
Xander: What *is* the signal?
Willow: (worried) Me screaming.
Angel: Giles, you and Xander wait by the back entrance.
Giles: Good.
(They go. Buffy shows concern for her friend.)
Buffy: Now, you're sure you're up to this?
Willow: Don't worry. I won't do anything that could be interpreted as brave. (smiles)
Buffy: We'll be right outside.
(Willow nods wanly and heads for the door, still twisting uncomfortably in the leather. She takes a deep breath and knocks with firm resolve.)
(Inside)
(A vampire opens the door. Willow smiles and waves at him in greeting.)
Willow: Hi. I'm back.
(She slowly comes in. Alfonse and Anya meet her inside. Willow does her best not to show her fear.)
Alfonse: Did you find the girl?
Willow: (tries to sound authoritative) Yep. I did.
Anya: (mystified) Where is she?
Willow: (bravely) I killed her. (Anya gives her a look of stunned disbelief.) And sucked her blood, (nods triumphantly) as we vampires do. (The silence is thick with tension, making her nervous. She turns to the doorman.) You know, I think maybe I heard something out there. Why don't you go check?
(He opens the door and goes out, closing the door behind him.)
(Outside)
(Angel grabs him by the shoulders and holds him steady as Buffy plunges a stake into his chest.)
(Inside)
Anya: (incredulous) H-how could you kill her? She was our best shot at getting your world back.
Willow: (walks past her, straightens challengingly) I don't like that you dare question me. (Oz notices that something's up.) Maybe I'll have my minions take you out back and kill you horribly.
(She sneaks Oz a little smile and wave. He barely reacts, just raising an eyebrow a bit. Anya follows her onto the dance floor.)
Anya: (muttering) Vampires. Always thinking with your teeth.
Willow: (haughtily) She bothered me. She's so weak and accommodating. She's always letting people walk all over her, (turns to face her) and then she gets cranky with her friends for no reason. I just *couldn't* let her live. (She steps over to another vampire, indicating the door.) You know, he's been gone for a while. Why don't you go check on him? (pats his shoulder approvingly)
(He heads for the door and goes out.)
Alfonse: (impatiently) Well, Boss, since that plan is out, why don't we get with the killing?
(Willow suddenly worries that her plan may have backfired.)
(Sunnydale High Library)
(Evil Willow regains consciousness in the book cage, now dressed in Willow's pink sweater and flowery skirt. She sits up and notices her change of clothes.)
Evil Willow: (recoiling) Oh, this is like a nightmare.
(The door opens, and Cordelia comes into the library. She's dressed in a shimmery evening dress, carrying a couple of books.)
Cordelia: Hello? Giles? (Evil Willow notices her and remembers her recent kill in the alternate universe.) Wesley? I just happened to stop by... for books.
Evil Willow: (stands up) Hey, you.
Cordelia: (faces her) 'Hey me'? (insulted) 'Hey me' what? I have a name, you know.
Evil Willow: (thinks) Uh, Cordelia.
Cordelia: (steps over) What did you do? Lock yourself in the book cage?
Evil Willow: (cunningly goes along with it) Yeah. Lemme out... 'Cause I'm so helpless.
Cordelia: Okay. (She heads behind the counter. Evil Willow smirks at her success.) I think Giles keeps a spare. How'd you manage to lock yourself in, anyway?
Evil Willow: Uh, I was looking at books. I like... books... (Cordelia finds the keys and goes back to the cage.) ...'cause I'm shy.
Cordelia: (sarcastically) Yeah, right. The famous shy girl act all the boys fall for.
Evil Willow: (anxiously) Open the cage. (tenses up)
(Cordelia puts in the key and turns it, but stops short of unlocking it. She looks up at Evil Willow and has a thought.)
Cordelia: Wait. (briskly) It occurs to me that we've never really had the opportunity to talk. You know, woman to woman... with you locked up.
Evil Willow: (impatient) Don't wanna talk. Hungry.
Cordelia: (pretends to think) What could we talk about? Oh! Hey! How about the ethics of boyfriend stealing?
(Evil Willow can't believe it.)
(The Bronze)
Willow: I don't know if I feel like killing anymore. (Anya and Alfonse can't believe their ears. Willow walks past a girl at a table.) I'm so bored. (She idly rakes her fingers through the girl's long hair, but they get tangled. Rather than pull them through harder to keep in character, she gently lays the girl's hair back. Anya begins to get suspicious. Willow strolls over to the stage, putting Oz to her back.)
Willow: I-it would be like shooting fish in a barrel. Where's the fun?
Alfonse: With all due respect, Boss, the fun would be the eating.
Willow: Maybe we should let everyone go, and give them a thirty second head start.
Anya: (finally figures it out) Wait a minute.
Willow: No! I *like* my plan.
Anya: (snickers) Oh, nice try.
Willow: (desperately) Okay, let's get to the killing. (hurriedly to Alfonse) Why don't we start with her?
Anya: Why don't we start with you? (to Alfonse, in disgust) If she's a vampire, then I'm the creature from the black lagoon.
(Sunnydale High Library)
(Evil Willow hangs onto the cage mesh, extremely bored. Cordelia has made herself comfortable, seated in a chair facing the cage and holding a mug of coffee.)
Cordelia: (rationalizing) And, okay, it isn't even like I was that attracted to Xander. It was more just that we kept being put in these life or death situations, and that's always all sexy and stuff. (Evil Willow just stares blankly out of the cage. Cordelia stands up.) I mean, I more or less knew he was a loser. (sets down the mug) But that doesn't make it okay for you to come around and... (notices Evil Willow's stare) What? Do I have something on my neck?
Evil Willow: (wearily) Not yet.
Cordelia: (worried) Am I getting a zit? (checks her skin)
Evil Willow: (very bored and tired) Cordelia, I'm *very* sorry. I realize I was wrong. I'll never steal your boyfriend again.
Cordelia: (stung) Like you could! I should just leave you in there, but I'm a great humanitarian, (gets the keys) and you will just have to think of a way to pay me back sometime.
(She unlocks the cage, turns the handle and pulls the door open. Evil Willow steps out.)
Evil Willow: Okay. (vamps out) How about dinner?
(Hallway)
(The doors burst open, and Cordelia shoots out screaming wildly and runs down the hall.)
(Dark Classroom)
(Cordelia runs in and backs up along two rows of desks, pulling them together as she goes to block Evil Willow's way.)
Cordelia: (desperately) I didn't mean all that stuff I said before. I want you to have Xander. My blessings on you both!
(Evil Willow just pushes the desks back apart, making a game of it.)
Evil Willow: I'm *so* over him. I need fresh blood.
(Cordelia runs away screaming through the classroom's back door.)
(Hallway)
(Wesley is walking toward the doors, when another scream from Cordelia catches him by surprise. He reacts defensively, dropping his briefcase and spinning round, but quickly recovers himself and starts running in the direction of the scream, abandoning his briefcase, reaching under his jacket for a cross.)
(Girls Bathroom)
(Cordelia runs in and realizes she's made a mistake, trapping herself. Evil Willow strolls in behind her.)
Evil Willow: No more hiding.
(Cordelia backs away as she advances. Suddenly Wesley jumps out and brandishes his cross in her face.)
Wesley: (commandingly) Back! Creature of the night! (Evil Willow growls angrily.) Leave this place!
Evil Willow: Don't wanna.
(Wesley quickly but nervously reaches into his jacket and pulls out a vial of holy water. Evil Willow sighs. He holds it up, threatening to throw it on her.)
Evil Willow: (sighs heavily) Whatever.
(She turns and leaves. Wesley slowly relaxes, heaving a sigh of relief and lowering the cross and the vial. Cordelia walks up behind him and lightly touches him on the shoulder. He freaks out, screams and spins around, thrusting the cross and holy water right into Cordelia's face. He lowers them when he recognizes her, and tries to catch his breath.)
Cordelia: I'm sorry.
Wesley: (puts the water away) No, no. A little on edge. You know, men in combat. Grr. (concerned) Are you all right?
Cordelia: (awed) You saved my life. Thank you!
(She flings herself worshipfully at him and throws her arms around him, hugging him tightly.)
Wesley: (awkwardly) Oh, yes. Uh... Yes. (He is somewhat startled, but enjoys the hug while it lasts. Then they both peer out the door.) Was that...?
Cordelia: Willow. (shakes her head sorrowfully) They got Willow. (gets over it) (brightly) So, are you doing anything tonight?
(Wesley is rendered speechless.)
(The Bronze)
Anya: I'm just so tired of being around human beings and all their baggage. I-I don't care if I ever get my powers back. (Oz gets behind Willow, backing her up. Willow gulps.) I think he (meaning Alfonse) should eat you.
Willow: (improvises quickly) This girl has a history of mental problems dating back to early childhood.
(desperately) I'm a blood-sucking fiend! (pats herself) Look at my outfit!
Alfonse: (shakes his head in shame) A human. I should have smelled it right away.
Willow: A human? Oh, yeah? Could a human do this?
(She screams at the top of her lungs. Anya and Alfonse aren't impressed, and respond simultaneously.)
Anya: Sure. Yeah. Humans do that. Yeah. (shrugs)
Alfonse: (concurring) Yeah. Yeah, I think, yeah.
(Willow is about ready to panic. Suddenly the door to the club is thrown open, and Buffy and Angel make their entrance. Buffy log rolls over the edge of a pool table, grabbing a cue stick along the way, as Alfonse runs over to engage her. Buffy uses the cue to block a high punch from Alfonse and then hits him in the chest with it. Then she spins halfway around to face another vampire and jabs him in the gut with the cue. As he doubles over in pain, Buffy whirls around and slams the end of the cue into the back of his head. Anya looks around at the chaos, and decides it's time to make a break for it. She meets Willow on her way, though, who doesn't fancy Anya getting off scott free. Anya smiles guilelessly at her, but doesn't get away with it. Willow grunts as she punches Anya hard, sending her to the floor unconscious. Unfortunately, the punch really hurts her hand.)
Willow: Ow! Ow! Ow! Happy, but ow!
(Oz snatches her away from the fray and up onto the stage. Devon tries to copy Angel's earlier move and climb up the stage ropes, but just doesn't have the strength to do it. The customers flee through the now-open front door while Angel ducks a half spinning jumping in-to-out crescent kick, shoves the vampire that tried it into a post and kidney-punches him. Out of the corner of his eye he spots another vampire coming at him and delivers a side kick to his stomach. He then grabs the one slumped by the post and hurls him through the air into a magazine rack. Angel turns back to the other vampire, spins twice and delivers a nasty backhand punch to his face, making him fall face down onto the pool table. Angel grabs onto his jacket, yanks him back up and punches him in the face, knocking him down. Meanwhile the first vampire is back up behind Angel and punches him in the face as he turns to face him. On the stage Oz yells back at Devon, who's gotten caught in the ropes.)
Oz: Devon, come on!
(Oz leads Willow away backstage, but they are blocked by Evil Willow, just arriving in her vampire guise. She grabs Oz by his shirt and smashes him into Devon, and the two boys crash to the floor.)
Willow: (frightened) No more snuggles?
(Evil Willow backhand punches her hard, causing her to fall back against the drum set. It makes plenty of noise as she and the cymbals crash loudly to the floor.)
(Back Room)
(Giles and Xander wrench the door open just as the guard vampire throws back a fleeing patron. Xander grabs him from behind and tries to stake him, but gets thrown off and into a wall. Giles double-fists him in the face, but gets thrown back into another wall. Xander regains his footing and punches the vampire hard in the face, making his neck snap back, dazing him. He grabs the vampire by the jacket and flips him over onto his back at the base of some stairs. Giles rushes in, falls to his knees and stakes him.)
(Stage)
(Evil Willow steps over to Willow and grabs her around the neck, choking her.)
(Pool Tables)
(Buffy swings her cue around, aiming for Alfonse's head, but he grabs the cue and wrests it from her grip. Even so, the shock of the blow sends him falling to the floor. Another vampire launches a punch at Buffy and hits her squarely in the side of the head. She takes it in stride and delivers both a backhand punch and a punch to his jaw. He stumbles against a post, where Buffy roundhouse kicks him twice in the face. He tries to punch her, but she grabs onto his arm, sidesteps him and throws him into a rack of cues.)
(Stage)
(On the stage a struggling Willow is doing her best to hold her alter ego at bay, but isn't having much success. A vampire does an axe kick at Angel, but he rolls out of the way just in time so the vampire's leg lands on the pool table instead of Angel's head. Angel smashes his arm down on the vampire's knee, audibly breaking it, and then does a backhand punch to his face. The vampire falls backward to the floor. Angel reaches onto the pool table and picks up some balls, which he throws at an incoming vampire. They just bounce off of him, and he tries to punch Angel, who blocks it with both hands and backhands the vampire in the face, making him stagger back into the pole. The vampire roars and immediately comes back, grabs Angel and carries him out of the shot. Alfonse swings the cue stick at Buffy, but she grabs hold of it and swings it downward and around, wresting it from his grip. She then follows up with a full spinning wheel kick to his face, sending him to the floor. She hears Willow cry out from the stage and glimpses her predicament. Alfonse gets back to his feet, and Buffy uppercuts him with the cue. He goes flying into the pastry bar. On stage Evil Willow tightens her grip on Willow's neck. Behind Buffy Alfonse gets back up, but Buffy jams the business end of the cue stick into his chest without even looking back, dusting him. Things are looking dire for Willow on stage. Buffy runs to her aid, smashing the cue into the back of a vampire's head along the way and breaking it, resulting in a sharp makeshift stake. She leaps up onto the stage and is about to stab down hard with it into Evil Willow's back with it, when Willow shouts out to stop her.)
Willow: (urgently) BUFFY, NO!
(Buffy reacts instantly, holding back just short of penetration, and instead grabs Evil Willow and yanks her roughly away from Willow, restraining her securely. Angel is finished with his fight also and hops up onto the stage as well. Evil Willow realizes that she is now outnumbered. Willow stands up and gingerly massages her neck.)
Willow: (admiringly) Nice reflexes.
Buffy: (shrugs) Well, I work out.
Evil Willow: (to Willow, sadly) This world's no fun.
Willow: (surprised, empathetically) You noticed that, too?
(Old Factory)
(Giles, Anya and Oz finish setting up for the spell to send Evil Willow back. Giles lights the candles. Xander steps over to Evil Willow, but cautiously, not getting too close. Angel keeps a wary eye on her from behind.)
Xander: So, um, in your reality, I'm like this bad-ass vampire, huh? People afraid of me? (Evil Willow just looks askance at him, then rolls her eyes and turns away.) Oh, yeah. I'm bad.
(Oz stands up and walks behind Willow and Buffy, who are observing Evil Willow.)
Buffy: (uncertainly) I'm not sure about releasing this thing into the wild, Will. It is a demon.
(Evil Willow checks on Angel behind her.)
Willow: I just can't kill her.
Buffy: No. Me, neither.
Willow: I mean, I know she's not me. We have a big nothing in common, but... still.
Buffy: There but for the grace of getting bit.
Willow: We send her back to her world, and she stands a chance. It's the way it should be anyway.
Giles: Uh, we're about ready here. (Willow goes over to Evil Willow, while Giles turns to Anya.) Don't you try any tricks now, dear.
Anya: (sulkily) I don't need tricks. (arrogantly contemptuous) When I get my powers back, you will all grovel before me.
(Both Willows roll their eyes and shake their heads at her delusions of grandeur.)
Giles: (unimpressed) Yes, uh, if you, uh, Willows, would like to, uh, (gestures where they should kneel) complete the circle.
(Willow faces Evil Willow for the last time.)
Willow: Good luck. (helpfully) Try not to kill people.
(Evil Willow doesn't display any emotion, but Willow smiles warmly at her and gives her a big hug. Evil Willow isn't sure what to make of that, but gets into the spirit and does some naughty touching. Willow jumps back from her reach.)
Willow: (shocked) Hands! Hands!
(Evil Willow gives her a naughty, knowing smile. The two of them walk over to join the circle. They kneel down as the camera pulls back. The screen fades to white, and then returns to the ongoing fight in the alternate universe. Evil Willow materializes and smiles, relieved to be back in her own reality, only to be suddenly grabbed by Oz and shoved back onto a broken piece of the wooden cage, effectively impaling her through the heart.)
Evil Willow: (miserably) Aw, f...
(She explodes into ashes.)
(Sunnydale High The Quad)
(The camera pans down to Willow and Buffy sitting together on a wall.)
Buffy: You wanna go out tonight?
Willow: Strangely, I feel like staying at home... (sadly) and doing my homework... and flossing... and dying a virgin.
Buffy: (sagely) You know, you can O.D. on virtue.
Willow: Between me and my evil self, I've got double guilt coupons. I see now where the path of vice leads. I mean, she messed up everything she touched. I don't ever want to be like that.
Percy: (comes up to them, a bit nervous) Hey. Uh, hi.
Willow: Oh, hi. Listen, I didn't have a chance...
Percy: (interrupts) Okay, so I did the outline for the paper on Roosevelt. (hands it to her) It turns out there were two President Roosevelts, so I didn't know exactly which one to do, so I did both. (He hands her the other one. Both are nicely bound in folders. Buffy gives Willow a knowing smile. Willow just stares at him in stunned amazement.) Um, and I know they're kinda, kinda short, but I can flesh them out. Oh, and here's the bibliography. (hands it to her) Um, and I can retype that if you want. You just let me know what I did wrong, and I'll get on it.
(Willow is speechless, amazed by his sudden change in attitude. He starts to go, but comes back to lay an apple on the folders in her lap. He leaves again, hopping athletically over a low wall.)
Buffy: (innocently) You wanna go out tonight?
Willow: (hopefully) 9:00 sound good?
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