Phases
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.
(Sunnydale High – Hallway)
(Oz is standing in front of the trophy case. He’s hunched over inspecting Catherine Madison's cheerleading trophy. He stares at its eyes as he moves his head from one side to the other. Willow enters the hall from outside and comes up to him.)
Willow: (smiles) Hi.
Oz: (straightens up) Oh, that's what I was gonna say.
Willow: What cha looking at? (looks into the case)
Oz: (points) This cheerleading trophy. (moves and watches) It's like its eyes follow you wherever you go. I like it.
(He stands back up straight again and gives his attention back to Willow. They start down the hall together.)
Willow: So did you like the movie last night?
Oz: I don't know. T-today's movies are kind of like popcorn. You know, you forget about them as soon as they're done. I do remember I liked the popcorn, though. (stops walking)
Willow: (smiles) Yeah, it was good. And I had a really fun time with the rest. (gets a confused look from Oz) I mean, the part with you.
Oz: Oh, that's great. Uh, my time was also of the good.
Willow: Mine, too. (awkwardness sets in) Well, then...
(Oz raises his eyebrows expectantly. Willow looks past him and sees Buffy down the hall.)
Willow: Oh, there. (points) I have my friend. So I will go to her. (goes)
Oz: I'll see you then. Uh, later. (smiles)
(Larry and some other jocks come walking the other direction and stare at Willow and Buffy walking away. Larry bites his fist and comes over to Oz.)
Larry: Man! Oz, I would love to get me some of that Buffy and Willow action, if you know what I mean. (laughs)
Oz: (nods) That's great, Larry. You've really mastered the single entendre.
(Larry notices a pretty girl coming down the hall and ignores the insult to stare at her. As she goes by he taps her books, and they fall out of her hands.)
Girl: Hey! Larry: Oops!
(She bends down to pick up her books, and Larry and the other jocks stare at her legs.)
Larry: Ohhh! Oh, thank you, Thighmaster! (laughs)
The girl gives them a dirty look and leaves.
Larry: So, Oz, man, what's up with that? Dating a junior? Uh, let me guess. That little innocent schoolgirl thing is just, uh, just an act, right?
Oz: Yeah. Yeah, she's actually an evil mastermind. It's fun.
Larry: I mean, she's gotta be putting out, or what's the point? What are you gonna do, talk? (laughs) Come on, fess up. How far have you gotten?
(The Quad)
(Buffy and Willow are walking along.)
Willow: Nowhere. I mean, he said he was gonna wait until I was ready, but I'm ready. Honest. I'm good to go here.
Buffy: Well, I think it's nice that he's not just being an animal.
Willow: It is nice. He's great. We have a lot of fun. But I want smoochies!
Buffy: Have you dropped any hints?
Willow: I've dropped anvils.
Buffy: Ah, he'll come around. What guy could resist your wily Willow charms?
Willow: At last count, all of them. Maybe more.
Buffy: Well, none of them know a thing. They all get an 'F' in Willow.
Willow: But I want Oz to get an 'A', and, oh, one of those gold stars.
(They sit on a bench.)
Buffy: He will.
Willow: Well, he better hurry. I don't want to be the only girl in school without a real boyfriend. (Buffy looks down sadly. Willow realizes her insensitivity.) Oh, I'm such an idiot. I'm sorry. I-I shouldn't even be talking about... Do you want me to go away?
Buffy: I wish you wouldn't.
Willow: How are you holding up anyway?
Buffy: I'm holding. I was going on two minutes there without thinking about Angel.
Willow: (trying to be cheerful) Well, there you go.
Buffy: But I would do a lot better if you and Xander and I could do that 'sharing our misery' thing tonight.
Willow: Great. I'll give Xander a call. What's his number? Oh, yeah, 1- 800-I'm-Dating-A-Skanky-Ho. (rolls her eyes)
Buffy: (surprised) Meow!
Willow: (smiles) Really? Thanks. I've never gotten a 'meow' before.
Buffy: Well-deserved.
Willow: Darn tootin'. I'm just saying Xander and Cordelia? I mean, what does he see in her anyway?
(Cordelia’s Car)
(She and Xander are making out. Suddenly Xander breaks off.)
Xander: But what could she possibly see in him?
Cordelia: Excuse me? We didn't come here to talk about Willow. We came here to do things I can never tell my father about because he still thinks I'm a... good girl.
Xander: I just don't trust Oz with her. I mean, he's a senior, he's attractive -- okay, maybe not to me, but -- and he's in a band. And we know what kind of element that attracts.
Cordelia: I've dated lots of guys in bands.
Xander: (nods) Thank you.
Cordelia: Do you even wanna be here?
Xander: I'm not running away.
Cordelia: Because when you're not babbling about poor, defenseless Willow, you are *raving* about the all-powerful Buffy.
Xander: I do not babble. I occasionally run-on, every now and then I yammer...
Cordelia: Xander?
Xander: Yeah?
Cordelia: Look around. We're in my daddy's car, it's just the two of us, there is a beautiful, big full moon outside tonight. It doesn't get more romantic than this. (insistent) So shut up!
(They start making out again.)
(Outside the Car)
(The camera pulls away from the car into the bushes until a large, hairy beast watching them comes into view. It growls menacingly.)
(Opening Credits)
(Cordelia’s Car)
(She and Xander are sucking face. Xander hears some rustling outside and breaks off.)
Xander: Did you hear that?
Cordelia: What is it now?
Xander: I thought I heard something.
Cordelia: I-is Willow sending out some sorta distress signal that only *you* can hear?
Xander: Huh.
(He smiles at her sheepishly, and they go back to it. An instant later Xander hears more rustling, louder this time, and pulls back again.)
Xander: Okay, now I *know* I heard something.
Cordelia: Alright, that's it. You know, your mind hasn't been here all night. How about I just drop you off...
(A hairy arm with a clawed hand punches through the convertible top. Cordelia screams and makes a grab for the keys.)
Xander: Get us outta here!
(The creature on the roof of the car snarls as it reaches around for them inside. The keys aren't in the ignition, and Cordelia frantically searches for them on the floor.)
Cordelia: (screams) Where are the keys?
Xander: We should be moving! Let's go!
Cordelia: (finds the keys) Oh, I got 'em! Got 'em!
(She fumbles with the keys, but manages to get them into the ignition and starts the car. She puts it into reverse and screams as she guns the car backward a ways and then slams on the brakes. The beast tumbles off of the back and into a tree. Cordelia gets the car in drive and speeds away. The camera shows the car from above with a gaping hole in the ragtop as it maneuvers back to the road and races off.)
Xander: Told ya I heard something.
(Sunnydale High – Parking Lot – Morning)
(Buffy inspects the hole in the roof.)
Buffy: And you're sure it was a werewolf? (gets off of the car)
Xander: Well, let's see, um, six feet tall, claws, a big old snout in the middle of his face like a wolf. Um, yeah, I'm sticking with my first guess.
Oz: Seems wise.
Xander: Oh, oh, and then there was that little thing where it tried to bite us.
Cordelia: It was so awful. (puts her head on Xander's shoulder)
Xander: (puts his arm around her) I know.
Cordelia: (tears herself away) Daddy just had this car detailed.
(Giles comes up behind Buffy with a newspaper.)
Buffy: So what's the word?
Giles: Well, it seems there were a, a number of other attacks by a wild dog around town. (hands the paper to Buffy) Several animal carcasses were found mutilated.
Willow: You mean, like bunnies and stuff? (upset) No, don't tell me. (looks at Oz)
Oz: (reassuringly) Oh, don't worry. I mean, they might not look it, but bunnies can really take care of themselves.
Willow: (calmer and smiling) Yeah.
Oz: Yeah.
Giles: (takes the paper back) Yes, uh, um, fortunately, no people were injured.
Buffy: That falls into the 'that's a switch' column.
Giles: Well, for now. But my guess is that this werewolf will be back at next month's full moon.
Willow: What about tonight's full moon?
Giles: (confused) Pardon?
Willow: Well, last night was the night before the full moon, traditionally known as... 'the night before the full moon.'
Giles: Meaning the accepted legend that werewolves only prowl during a full moon might be erroneous.
Cordelia: Or it could be a crock.
Xander: Unless the werewolf was using last year's almanac.
Buffy: Looks like Giles has some schooling to do.
Giles: Yes, I must admit I, I am intrigued. Werewolves, it's... it's one of the classics. (start away) I, I'm sure my books and I are in for a fascinating afternoon. (leaves)
(Buffy and Cordelia watch him go. Xander smirks at Giles' typical behavior.)
Buffy: He needs to get a pet.
(Gym)
(The class is seated on the bleachers listening to the female self-defense coach.)
Coach: Sunnydale is becoming more dangerous all the time. And a full moon like tonight tends to bring out the crazies, but with some simple basics of self-defense each of you can learn how to protect yourself.
Buffy: (quietly to Willow) Here's a suggestion: move away from the Hellmouth.
Coach: What you wanna do is gain advantage of the situation as quickly as possible.
(Willow smiles at Buffy's suggestion. Behind her Oz reaches up and turns the tag sticking out of her sweatshirt back inside. She looks back at him curiously.)
Oz: Tag. (pats her on the back)
(Willow smiles at Buffy.)
Coach: Your attacker may have the benefit of surprise.
Xander: (to Cordelia) Would you look at that? He's all over her.
(Cordelia looks over at Buffy, Oz and Willow.)
Coach: But if you plot ahead...
Xander: Psst! Hey, buddy, this is a public forum here.
(Cordelia looks back at him, as do Buffy, Oz and Willow.)
Coach: ...then you can turn that advantage to yourself.
Cordelia: I think you splashed on just a little too much 'Obsession For Dorks'.
Coach: By being prepared, you have the power. Okay, everyone get into your assigned groups.
(The students all get up from the bleachers and go down to the floor. Larry takes off his sweat jacket and goes to the table in front of them to check which group he's in. Xander sees his arm all wrapped up in a bandage just above the elbow.)
Xander: What happened?
Larry: Oh, last week some huge dog jumped out of the bushes and bit me. Thirty-nine stitches. They oughta shoot those strays.
Oz: (next to Larry) I've been there, man. (holds up his finger) My cousin Jordy just got his grownup teeth in? Does not like to be tickled.
(Xander laughs. Larry just shakes his head and then goes over to Theresa, who is doing stretching exercises.)
Larry: (into her ear) Theresa! (she straightens up) Be still my shorts. We're in the same group. (chuckles and nods) I may have to attack you.
Theresa: No, a-a-actually, I think, uh, in our group there are a few of us.
Buffy: (joins Theresa) And I'm one of the few.
(Willow comes up behind her quickly, takes her arm and pulls her aside. Buffy keeps her eye on Larry another moment, then looks at Willow as she explains.)
Willow: Don't forget, you're supposed to be a meek little girlie-girl like the rest of us. (walks off)
Buffy: (looks at Larry) Spoil my fun.
(Time Lapse)
(Everyone is lined up and paired off, girls in front, boys in back.)
Coach: Okay, everyone, listen up. I wanna show you what to do should you be attacked from behind. (looks at Buffy) In this situation, bend forward, using your back and shoulders (bends her over to demonstrate) to flip the assailant over to the ground.
(The other girls all bend over, too. The boys follow Larry's lead and put their arms around the girls' necks. Buffy grabs Larry's arm and pretends at a few attempts to flip him over. Willow gives her a smile and nod.)
Buffy: Uhh! Uhh!
Larry: Oh, Summers, you are turning me on.
(He grabs her butt cheek hard with his other hand. Buffy isn't about to take that, and immediately flips him over hard onto the mats in front of them. Larry groans as he lies there. Willow shoots Buffy a look as she and Oz stand back up. The coach looks over at her also.)
Oz: (points) That works, too.
(Library)
(Giles is demonstrating the phases of the moon using a large earth globe with a smaller moon globe attached by a bar.)
Giles: And, uh, while there's absolutely no scientific explanation for lunar effect on the human psyche, uh, the phases of the moon, uh, do seem to exert a great deal of psychological influence. And th-the full moon is, is, seems to bring out our darkest qualities.
Xander: And yet, ironically, uh, led to the invention of the moon pie.
Giles: (gets the joke) Oh... (chuckles) Yes, the moon pie. (laughs harder) (gets looks from Buffy and Willow) Y-you see, uh, the-the werewolf, uh, is such a, a potent e-e-extreme representation of our inborn animalistic traits that it e-emerges for three full consecutive nights: the full moon and, uh, the two nights surrounding it.
Xander: Quite the party animal.
Giles: Quite. And it, uh, acts on-on pure instinct. No conscience, uh, uh, predatory and, and aggressive.
Buffy: In other words, your typical male.
Xander: On behalf of my gender, hey.
Giles: Yes, let's not jump to any conclusions.
Buffy: I didn't jump. I took a tiny step, and there conclusions were.
Giles: The point is that our wolfman could also be a-a-a wolfwoman, or- or anyone who was bitten by a werewolf.
Xander: So then I'm guessing your standard silver bullets are in order here?
Giles: No. No bullets. No matter who this werewolf is, i-it's still a human being, who may be completely unaware of his or her condition.
Buffy: So tonight we bring 'em back alive.
(The Park)
(The moon is full, and several cars are parked there with couples making out. Giles walks by some cars holding his flashlight out in front of him. Buffy meets up with him.)
Giles: (quietly) Anything yet?
Buffy: (quietly) Yes. And you won't believe what I saw. Brittany Podell was making out with Owen Stadeel, but he goes with Barrett Williams. (gets a look from Giles) If she ever found... No, um, no, no sign of the werewolf. How about you?
Giles: Uh, the same. (looks around) I thought we might, uh... I thought we might knock on a few windows, uh, ask if anyone has seen anything yet.
Buffy: (gives him a look) Giles, no one's seen anything.
Giles: Oh, yes. No, of-of-of course not, no. Yes.
(He goes off to continue looking. She stares after him a moment, and then heads off into the bushes herself. Cut into the bushes. Buffy scans around with her flashlight as she walks into a small clearing. Suddenly she hears a noise like a latch releasing and yelps as she finds herself being pulled up in a net trap. Below her a hunter points his scoped, double-barreled flintlock up at her and pulls back the hammer.)
Cain: Gotcha! (He takes a closer look at what he's caught.) What the hell?
Buffy: (yells) Giles! Giles!
Giles: (comes running) Hey! (sees Cain with his gun) Whoa! (holds his arms up)
Cain: Hands are good right about there.
Giles: Who, who are you? What are you doing?
Cain: The name's Cain. I'm the one with the gun, which means I'm the one who gets to do the interviewing.
Buffy: Ahem. Hey, before we get all chummy here, how about we do something about me being in this net thing?
(Cain exhales, lowers the flintlock and leans it against a boulder. He pulls out his buck-knife and cuts the rope holding up the net. It falls, and Buffy hits the ground fairly hard. Giles reaches down to untangle the net.)
Giles: You alright?
Buffy: Yeah. (gets up)
Cain: (sees Buffy clearly now) Gotta say, I'm impressed.
Giles: Excuse me?
(Buffy looks up at Giles, then back at Cain.)
Cain: Well, it's good to get the fruit while it's fresh.
Giles: You'd be wise to take that back.
Cain: Hey, what a man and a girl do in lovers' lane at night is nobody's busi...
(Giles makes a move toward Cain, but Buffy holds him back.)
Buffy: Oh, okay, hey, enough, repulsive brain. It's not what you think. (looks at Giles) We're hunting werewolves.
(Cain laughs.) Okay, it's funny if you don't believe in werewolves.
Cain: No, it's funny thinking about you two catching one. I mean, this guy looks like he's auditioning to be a librarian, and, you, well, you're a girl.
Giles: I assure you she's quite capable.
Cain: Uh-huh. Lemme ask you something, sweetheart. Exactly how many of these animals have you taken out?
Buffy: As of today?
Cain: I tore a tooth from the mouth of every werewolf that I killed. (holds out his necklace) This next one will bring the total to an even dozen.
Buffy: So you're just gonna kill it?
Cain: Well, see, that's the thing. Their pelts fetch a pretty penny in Sri Lanka, and it's a little hard to skin 'em when they're alive.
Giles: Y-you hunt werewolves f-for sport?
Cain: No, no, I'm in it purely for the money.
Buffy: And it doesn't bother you that a werewolf is a person twenty- eight days out of the month?
Cain: That's why I only hunt 'em the other three. I'd really love to stay and chat, (crouches down to collect the net) but I'm on a tight schedule. Any idea where else the boys and girls like to get together around here?
Buffy: You're looking for a party?
Cain: No, but the werewolf is. They're suckers for that whole sexual heat thing. Sense it miles away. Since this little doggie ain't here, I guess he found another place. (stands up)
Buffy: Sorry. Wish I could help you.
Cain: But you don't know squat? (shakes his head) Gee, what a surprise. (leaves)
(Buffy turns and heads back to the car.)
Giles: Where are we going?
Buffy: I think I know where to look. We just have to make it there before mein furrier.
(Street)
(Theresa is walking home. She passes a house with a fenced in front yard overgrown with weeds. She hears some rustling and stops to look around. Seeing nothing, she continues. Cut to a view of her from the other side of the fence. The camera follows behind her. She hears more rustling and stops to look again. Something lets out a low growl, and Theresa decides it's time to run. She looks back again and doesn't see Angelus in front of her. She slams into him and screams. )
Angelus: Everything okay? (twirls a daisy)
Theresa: Yeah, I just, uh, I, I thought I heard something... behind me.
(He walks around her to have a look, then turns back to her.)
Angelus: No one there.
Theresa: Oh. I guess I was wrong. I could have sworn that...
Angelus: It's okay. It can get pretty scary out here, all alone at night.
Theresa: Yeah.
Angelus: Hey, don't I know you from somewhere? Don't you go to school with Buffy?
Theresa: Oh, you know Buffy? (smiles)
Angelus: (chuckles) Yes, I do, very well.
Theresa: (keeps smiling) Oh.
Angelus: Come on, I'll get you home.
(They walk off together, taking another quick look behind them.)
(The Bronze)
(Cordelia and Willow are sitting on opposite sides of a couch by a low table.)
Cordelia: I mean, with Xander it's always, 'Buffy did this', 'Willow said that'. Buffy, Buffy. Willow, Willow. It's like I don't even exist. (leans back and folds her arm)
Willow: I sometimes feel like that. (looks over at Cordelia)
Cordelia: And then when I call him on it, he acts all confused, like I'm the one with the problem.
Willow: (nods) His 'do I smell something?' look.
Cordelia: All a part of his little guy games. It's like he's there, but then he's not there, and he wants it, but then he doesn't want it.
Willow: He's so busy looking around at everything he doesn't have, he doesn't even realize what he *does* have.
Cordelia: Well, he should at least realize that you have Oz.
Willow: (frowns and raises an eyebrow) Mm, I'm not sure I do. (confused) Oz and I are in some sort of holding pattern, except without the holding or... anything else.
Cordelia: What's he waiting for? What's his problem? (rolls her eyes) Oh, that's right, he's a guy.
Willow: (disgusted) Yeah, him and Xander. Guys.
Cordelia: Who do they think they are?
Willow: A couple of guys.
(Suddenly the werewolf drops down from above onto the table in front of them. They both scream and run from the couch in opposite directions. Panic sets in around them, and the werewolf just stands there at a half crouch, confused by all the noise.)
(Alley)
(Giles and Buffy come rolling up in his decrepit car as patrons flee for their lives.)
Giles: Looks as though your hunch was right.
Buffy: Who could resist Sunnydale's own house of hormones?
(She opens the door and gets out. Willow sees her and stops.)
Willow: The werewolf, it's in there.
(Buffy makes a dash for the door as it's about to be shut by the bouncer.)
Buffy: Coming through!
(She rushes through the door.)
(The Bronze)
(The door is closed on her and she looks back at it as it slams shut with a thud. She slowly steps into the main area and looks around. The place has been trashed by the panicked people. Tables and chairs are lying everywhere, spilled drinks are splattered on the floor. Buffy sees a shadow behind a bead curtain and makes for it. As she walks she takes off her backpack and pulls out a chain.)
(Backstage)
(Buffy sees the bead curtain that leads to the stage office swinging. She climbs the few steps and goes in. She goes through another door to the stage. The chain is wrapped around her forearm, ready to use against the werewolf. Slowly she steps out onto the stage. When she's passed the drums the werewolf comes out from behind the stage curtains, snarling. Buffy spins around to face it and drops her backpack. She quickly unravels a length of chain from her arms and gets ready. She throws the chain out, and it wraps itself perfectly around the werewolf's neck. It begins to struggle and yanks at the chain, pulling Buffy into and over the drums. The chain falls from the werewolf's neck, and it makes a dash for a window. Cut outside the window. The werewolf comes crashing through and out into the alley. It takes a quick look both ways and runs away.)
(Time Lapse)
(The Bronze employees are back and begin to straighten things up. Buffy puts her chain back into her backpack as Cain watches.)
Cain: You let it get away.
Buffy: I didn't let it do anything. I had the chain around its neck.
Cain: Chain? What were you gonna do, take it for a walk?
Buffy: I was going to lock it up.
Cain: That's beautiful. (approaches her) This is what happens when a woman tries to do a man's job.
(Buffy gets up and puts on the backpack as Giles comes up behind Cain.)
Giles: Now, you look here, Mr. Cain. This girl risked her life trying to capture a beast that you haven't as yet been able to find. (takes his bag off of his shoulder)
Cain: Uh-huh. And Daddy's doing a great job carrying her bag of milk bones.
(Giles throws down his bag, but restrains himself. Cain steps closer to Buffy.)
Cain: You know, sis, if that thing out there harms anyone, it's going to be on your pretty little head. I hope you can live with that.
Buffy: (stares him down) I live with that every day.
Cain: (shakes his head) First they tell me I can't hunt an elephant for its ivory... (turns and leaves) Now I've gotta deal with People for the Ethical Treatment of Werewolves.
Giles: (under his breath) Pillock! Right, let's move out.
(He grabs his bag and goes. Buffy follows right behind.)
(Alley)
(The werewolf walks into the light next to a trailer and stops to sniff the air. It looks down and sees a large splotch of blood in the gutter. It continues along the side of the trailer. When it reaches the far end Theresa falls to the ground from behind the trailer with a vampire bite clearly visible on her neck. The werewolf looks down at her, but doesn't make a move to eat her. On the other side of her Angelus steps up in his game face and growls at the werewolf. The werewolf bares its fangs at Angelus and growls more loudly. Angelus returns the growl, baring his own fangs and staring the werewolf down, warning him away from Theresa's body. Angelus slowly backs away and leaves. The werewolf looks down at Theresa again and growls, but makes no move to touch her.)
(The Park)
(Buffy comes walking up behind Giles' car.)
Buffy: Giles? (When she doesn't see anyone in it she runs up to it.) Giles!
(She reaches the open window and looks in. Giles wakes and sits up.)
Giles: Uhh! (takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes)
Buffy: I didn't see you there. I thought something had happened.
Giles: Oh, no, I'm, uh... (Buffy opens the passenger door and gets into the car. A newscast is playing on the radio.) (yawns) I'm okay. I'm just, um, fine... uh, just, uh, I'm, uh.... Uh, any sign of the, uh, werewolf? (puts his glasses back on)
Buffy: No. I'm guessing you didn't see anything either from that vantage point of having your eyes closed.
Giles: It's, uh, it's, it's, uh, gonna be light soon, so we'd better...
Buffy: Wait.
Radio newscaster: Police say that the incident was apparently connected to the animal mutilation which occurred two nights ago. The coroner's office has identified the body as that of Sunnydale High School student Theresa Klusmeyer, age seventeen. The authorities ask that anyone with further information...
Giles: Buffy, we're gonna get this thing. We have another whole night. (Buffy looks at him) There's nothing more we can do now. It's nearly sunrise. That werewolf won't be a werewolf much longer.
(Buffy looks down sadly.)
(Hilltop – Morning)
(The sun is coming up in the distance. Cut to the werewolf asleep on the ground in the woods. The camera pans from its hind paws over to its head. When sunlight hits the werewolf it morphs back into its human form. Oz wakes up, opens his eyes and looks around confused. He sits up and stares around at the forest. He looks down at himself and realizes he's naked.)
Oz: (confused) Huh.
(Oz’s House – Dining Room)
(He's on the phone with his aunt.)
Oz: Aunt Maureen. Hey, it's me. Um, what? Oh! It's, uh... actually it's healing okay. That's pretty much the reason I called. Um, I wanted to ask you something. Is Jordy a werewolf? Uh-huh. And how long has that been going on? Uh-huh. What? No, no reason. Um... Thanks. Yeah, love to Uncle Ken.
(He lowers the phone and turns it off. He stares off into space as the new knowledge that he is the werewolf sinks in.)
(Sunnydale High – Hallway)
(Oz walks slowly among the other students as he makes his way to the library. He looks down and around at everyone, still trying to deal with this new revelation about himself. When he reaches the library he stares at the door for a long moment.)
(Library)
(Buffy paces. Willow is sitting at the table with Giles behind her, and Xander is leaning against the counter.)
Buffy: I can't believe I let that thing get away. Cain was right. I shoulda killed it when I had the chance
(Oz comes in, and has overheard that last comment.)
Oz: Killed what?
Buffy: Uh, the, uh, (ahem) the werewolf. It-it-it was out last night.
Oz: Is everybody okay? Did anyone get bitten or, or scratched?
Willow: No, we're fine.
Oz: Gladness.
Buffy: Yeah, but he got someone. Theresa.
Oz: 'Got', as in... (Buffy just looks at him and briefly raises her eyebrows.) Oh, I'm sorry.
Buffy: And I coulda stopped it. (sits)
Giles: Well, we, we have one more night.
Oz: Another night?
Buffy: Oh, yeah. Believe me, I'm gonna give that wolfie something to howl about.
Oz: Hmm.
Xander: (comes over) But while we hang here doing nothing, there's a human werewolf walking around out there, probably making fun of us.
Willow: (with a hint of sarcasm) The way werewolves always do.
Oz: But there's really no way to tell who it is.
Xander: Oh, sure there is. Giles knows stuff, and I'm practically an expert on the subject.
Willow: On account of once you were a hyena?
Xander: I know what it's like to crave the taste of freshly killed meat, to be taken over by those uncontrollable urges.
Buffy: You said you didn't remember anything about that.
Xander: (chuckles) I said I didn't remember anything about that. Look, the point is, is I have an affinity with this thing. I can get inside of its head. (closes his eyes and begins to *be* the werewolf) I'm a big, bad wolf. I'm on the prowl. (sniffs) I'm sniffing, I'm snarling, I'm a slobbering predator, I'm... (opens his eyes) Wait a second! It's right in front of us. (Oz's eye go wide with the fear of being recognized) It's obvious who I am. I'm Larry! (Oz breathes a sigh of relief) The guy's practically got wolf-boy stamped on his forehead. You got the dog bite, you got the aggression, not to mention the excessive back hair.
Buffy: And he was awfully gleeful about tormenting Theresa.
Giles: Still, that doesn't necessarily mean that...
Xander: I'm gonna go talk to him. Gonna force a confession out of him. (leaves)
Giles: Good. Go. Uh, in the meantime, we need to cover our bases. Willow, um, check the student files. See if anybody else fits the profile. Uh, Buffy?
Buffy: Where are we going?
Giles: I-if none of that works, I think I may have an alternative. (goes into his office)
Buffy: Yeah, me and the werewolf alone in a cage for three minutes. That's all I ask. (gets up and follows Giles)
Willow: (to Oz) Are you okay?
Oz: (comes back to earth) What?
Willow: You kind of knew Theresa.
Oz: Oh, yeah, I, uh, I'm trying not to think about it. It's... it's a lot.
Willow: It is. But we can do stuff to help. Sometimes it feels good to help.
Oz: Uh-huh.
(Buffy comes back to the office door, but holds back, not wanting to interrupt Willow with Oz.)
Willow: Well, like... looking up stuff. I'm gonna be doing that most of the night. You could help me, help together?
Oz: (unsure what to do) I can't. Um, uh, I'm busy.
Willow: Oh. So... Oz: I... I gotta go.
(He jogs out of the library. Willow watches him go, confused about his behavior. Buffy looks sadly at her friend from the office doorway.)
(Boys Locker Room)
(The camera pans over to the sinks where Larry is splashing some water onto his face. He grabs a towel and dries off as he heads for his gym locker. Xander is there waiting for him and kicks his locker closed to get his attention. Larry takes the towel from his face and looks at Xander, startled.)
Larry: Harris. Sheesh. Next time wear a bell. (opens his locker)
Xander: Why so jumpy, Larry?
Larry: Geeks make me nervous.
Xander: Is that really it or is there something you're hiding?
Larry: (leans on his locker door) I could hide my fist in your face.
Xander: I know your secret, big guy. I know what you've been doing at night.
Larry: You know, Harris, that nosey little nose of yours is going to get you into trouble someday... (grabs Xander by the shirt) Like today.
Xander: Hurting me isn't gonna make this go away. People are still gonna find out.
Larry: (lets go) Alright. What do you want? Hush money? Is that what you're after?
Xander: I don't *want* anything! I just wanna help!
Larry: What, you think you have a cure?
Xander: No, it's just... I know what you're going through because I've been there. That's why I know you should talk about it.
Larry: Yeah, that's easy for *you* to say. I mean, you're nobody. I've got a reputation here.
Xander: Larry, please, before someone else gets hurt.
Larry: (points at Xander's chest) Look, if this gets out, it's over for me. (turns and takes a few paces away) I mean, forget about playing football. They'll run me outta this town. I mean, come on! How are people going to look at me (faces Xander) after they find out I'm gay.
(Xander looks at him in astonishment. Larry looks like a heavy burden has just been lifted and smiles. )
Larry: Oh, wow. I said it. And it felt... okay. (whispers) I'm gay. (approaches Xander) I am gay.
Xander: I heard you the first time.
Larry: I can't believe it. It was almost easy. I never felt I could tell anyone. (gestures to Xander) And then you, you of all people, you bring it outta me.
Xander: It probably would have slipped out even if I wasn't here.
Larry: (leans on his locker door) No, no, because knowing you went through the same thing, made it easier for me to admit it.
Xander: (wide-eyed) The same thing...
Larry: (puts his arm around Xander) It's ironic. I mean, all those times I beat the crap out of you, it musta been because I recognized something in you that I didn't want to believe about myself.
Xander: (laughs nervously) Larry, no, I am not...
Larry: Of course, of course not. Don't worry. (pats Xander on the shoulder) I wouldn't do that to you. Your secret's safe with me. (He gives Xander a thumbs-up and smiles.) (to himself) Wow.
(He drapes the towel around his neck, closes his gym locker and walks off. Xander stares after him in disbelief.)
(Library)
(Willow is 'Net surfing on her laptop. Buffy comes out of Giles' office and goes over to her.)
Buffy: So what's the scuttlebutt? Anybody besides Larry fit our werewolf profile? (sits on the table)
Willow: There is one name that keeps getting spit out. Aggressive behavior, run-ins with authorities, about a screenful of violent incidents.
Buffy: Okay, most of those were not my fault. Somebody else started 'em. I was just standing up for myself.
Willow: (looks up at Buffy) They say it's a good idea to count to ten when you're angry.
Buffy: One... Two... Three...
Willow: (looks back at her laptop) I'll keep looking. (goes back to work)
Buffy: I, um... noticed you were looking solo.
Willow: Yeah. Oz wanted to be someplace that was (looks up at Buffy) away... from me.
Buffy: I'm sorry.
Willow: (leans back in her chair) I can't figure him out. I mean, he's so hot and cold. Or luke-warm and cold.
Buffy: Welcome to the mystery that is men. I think it goes something like, they grow body hair, they lose all ability to tell you what they really want.
Willow: It doesn't seem like a fair trade. (stands up and puts her laptop in its case)
Buffy: Well, if you wanna up the speed quotient with Oz, maybe you need to do something daring. Maybe you need to make the first move.
(She slides off of the table, and Willow follows her as she gets her stuff for class.)
Willow: Well, that won't make me a slut?
Buffy: I think your reputation will remain intact.
(Hallway)
(Willow and Buffy come out of the library.)
Willow: It used to be so much easier to tell if a boy liked you. He'd punch you on the arm and then run back to his friends.
Buffy: Those were the days.
Xander: (comes up to them) Hey. They stop.
(He taps Buffy on the arm. She looks up at him.)
Willow: I'll see you guys later. (Buffy looks at her) Cordelia asked me to look over her history homework before class. I think that means I might have to *do* it. (goes off)
Xander: Wow, those two gals are hanging out a lot together. This would be a good time to panic.
(Buffy lets out a laugh. They start down the hall.)
Buffy: So how'd it go with Larry?
Xander: What's that supposed to mean?
Buffy: I think it's supposed to mean, 'so how'd it go with Larry'?
(She stops at her locker and reaches for the combination lock.)
Xander: He's not the werewolf. Can't we just leave it at that? Must you continue to *push* and *push*?
Buffy: (opens her locker) I'm sorry. I was just wondering. (takes off her pack)
Xander: Well, he's not.
Buffy: Okay.
Xander: Okay.
Buffy: But there goes our lead suspect. (sticks her pack in her locker) Which then puts us right back at (closes the locker) square boned.
Xander: You're not boned, you're Buffy. Eradicator of evil. Defender of, um... things that need defending.
Buffy: Tell that to Theresa. She could have used my defending before she was ripped apart by that... (stops and considers)
Xander: Werewolf.
Buffy: Nowhere in any of the reports did it say anything about her being mauled. (looks up at Xander) I mean, they were linked to the animal attacks from the other night, so we just assumed werewolf.
Xander: What else should we have assumed?
(Funeral Home)
(Theresa is laid out in her coffin with a scarf around her neck. Buffy pulls it back and sees the bite.)
Buffy: Vampire.
Xander: So that's good, right? I mean in the sense of the werewolf didn't get her, and... (gets a look from Buffy) No. There is no good here.
Buffy: No good. Instead of not protecting Theresa from the werewolf, (goes over to the guest register) I was able to not protect her from something just as bad. (looks at all the signatures) She had a lot of friends. (takes the pen to add her own)
Xander: Buffy, you can't blame yourself for every death that happens in Sunnydale. If it weren't for you people'd be lined up five deep waitin' to get themselves buried. Willow would be Robbie the Robot's love slave, I wouldn't even have a head, (looks at the coffin) and Theresa's a vampire.
(Theresa sits up, looks over at them and growls. Buffy turns around and sees her hop out of the coffin. She lunges at Theresa, grabs her and tries to wrestle her to the floor, but Theresa throws her down instead. She dives after Buffy and tries to pin her, but Buffy rolls her over and gets on top. She makes a quick grab for a wooden easel holding a flower wreath and breaks off a leg. She's about to thrust it into Theresa's chest when she speaks.)
Theresa: Angel sends his love.
(Buffy is caught off guard by that and hesitates a moment. Theresa kicks Buffy's arm and sends the stick flying away. She grabs Buffy by the shoulders, wrestles her onto her back and pins her. Buffy struggles to keep her at bay. Behind her Xander has grabbed the easel and jams one of its legs through Theresa's back. She bursts into ashes. Buffy stares up at Xander. He tosses the easel aside and looks down at her. Buffy looks aside sadly and then rolls over.)
Buffy: (to herself) Angel. (gets to her knees)
Xander: (leans down to her) Are you okay?
Buffy: (takes his hand) This isn't happening. (pulls herself up and hugs Xander) He's gonna keep coming after me.
Xander: (hugs back gently) Don't let him get to you. He's not the same guy you knew.
(She pulls back a bit and looks up at him. He looks back kindly. She lets go, picks up her backpack and goes out. Xander stares after her.)
Xander: Oh, no, my life's not too complicated.
(He shakes his head and follows her out.)
(The Woods)
(Cain's van is parked with the curtains drawn across the cab. Cut inside the van. It's set up like a small hunter's lodge, with hunting equipment and traps hanging from the walls and a lab bench full of reloading equipment. He reaches down, picks up a small iron pan and sets it on the bench. He has a Bunsen burner going. He takes a small long-handled melting cup and holds it over the flame. When the metal in the cup has become molten he brings it over to a mold that he's holding over the iron pan with his other hand and pours the silver into it. He sets the melting cup aside and breaks open the mold. Inside is a perfectly formed bullet. He holds it up to inspect it in the dim light.)
(Oz’s House – Dining Room)
(He has a box full of shackles and locks and dumps them out. He looks at them and considers a moment, then with a strengthened resolve starts to put one on. He's about to put the lock on when there's a knocking at the door. He ignores it and looks at the lock. As he moves to put it on there's another knock on the door. He looks at it in frustration and sets the lock and shackles down. The knocking continues insistently as he goes over to the door. When he opens it he finds an irate Willow standing there, ready to knock even more.)
Oz: Willow! What are you doing?
(She pushes her way inside.)
Willow: I had this whole thing worked out. (goes toward the dining room) And I had it written down, uh, but then it didn't make any sense (turns to face him) when I was reading it back.
Oz: Willow, this is not a very good time.
Willow: I mean, what am I supposed to think? First, you buy me popcorn (paces away) and then you're all glad that I didn't get bit. (paces back) (softly) And you put the tag back in my shirt. (harshly) But I guess none of that means anything because instead of looking up names with me, here you are all alone in your house doing nothing by yourself.
Oz: Willow, we'll talk about this tomorrow. I promise.
(He tries to take hold of her to lead her out, but she shakes him off.)
Willow: No, damn it! We'll talk about this now! Buffy told me that sometimes what a girl makes has to be the first move and now that I'm saying this, I'm starting to think that the written version sounded pretty good, but you know what I mean.
Oz: I know, I know, it's me. I'm, I'm goin' through some... changes.
Willow: Well, welcome to the world! Things happen. Don't you think I'm going through a lot?
Oz: Not like me.
Willow: Oh, what, so now you're special? (paces away into the dining room) You're special boy... (sees the shackles) With chains and stuff. Why do you have chains and stuff?
(Oz doubles over in pain and hugs his chest.)
Oz: Willow, please! (heads for the door) Get outta here!
(She stares at him confused. He falls behind the couch out of her view. There he begins to rapidly grow hair and mutate into a werewolf.)
Willow: Oz? Oz, what is it? (She slowly approaches the couch. Oz's fingers grow longer and hairier.)What's wrong?
(She hears Oz moaning in pain. She looks carefully over the couch, and Oz the werewolf leaps to his feet and growls at her. She screams and jumps backward away from him. Willow screams and starts to run through the dining room. Oz the werewolf gives chase. She runs down the hall and out a back door.)
(Street)
(Willow runs. The werewolf comes around the corner chasing after her. She goes up to a wooden fence, hops up and tries to pull herself over. She's not quite fast enough and only has one leg over when the werewolf catches up. It makes a grab for her leg, but misses as she drops over the other side and manages to land in a crouch on her feet. She sees a couple of metal trashcans there, grabs one and smashes it into the werewolf's face as it tries to climb over after her. Cain's van rolls slowly along. He looks up and sees the werewolf trying to get over the fence.)
Cain: There you are.
(He pulls the van over to the side.)
(Sunnydale High – Library)
(Giles opens a gun case, undoes the straps and pulls out the stock. He grabs the barrel and scope assembly and clicks them into place. Buffy comes walking up behind him.)
Buffy: Sorry I'm late. I had to do some unscheduled slayage in the form of Theresa.
(He stops his assembling to look at her.)
Giles: She's a vampire?
Buffy: Was. Angel sent her to me. A little token of his affection.
Giles: Buffy, I'm so sorry.
Buffy: (holds up her hand) Not now, Giles. We can all have ourselves a good cry after we bag us a werewolf.
(He plugs in the laser sight and holds the tranquilizer gun up to check the scope.)
(The Woods)
(Willow runs quickly through the trees with the werewolf not far behind. She hops over a log, but then trips and falls to the ground. She rolls to face the werewolf and looks at it in terror. It doesn't attack, but instead sniffs the air. It looks around for the direction of the scent and rushes off. Willow quickly gets to her feet and runs the other way.)
(Sunnydale High – Library)
(Giles checks the trigger mechanism of the gun.)
Giles: All set. (grabs a dart) Let's go find this thing. (starts out)
Buffy: One question: how exactly do we find this thing?
(Willow comes barging into the library.)
Willow: It's Oz! It's Oz!
Buffy: Wh-what's Oz?
Willow: The werewolf.
Giles: Are you certain?
Willow: (frantic) Can't you just trust me on this? He-he said he was going through all these changes. Then he went through all these... changes.
Buffy: Where is he now?
Willow: In the woods.
Giles: Let's go. (starts out again)
Willow: (grabs and stops him) Go where? You're not gonna kill Oz! Yeah, he's a werewolf, but he doesn't mean to be.
Buffy: Don't worry, Willow. We're not going to hurt him.
(They all start out of the library.)
Giles: I put enough Phenobarbital in this thing to sink a small elephant. It should be enough for a large werewolf.
(He grabs his coat from the counter and holds the door open for the girls.)
(The Woods)
(The werewolf has found what it's looking for. So has Cain, and he cocks his flintlock's hammer back and lifts it to his shoulder. The werewolf gets closer to the pile of meat Cain has left out for him.)
Cain: That's it. Let me see you. Come on, suppertime. (The werewolf is on top of the bait now, and Cain takes aim.) Good, doggy. Now play dead.
(He is about to pull he trigger when he gets kicked from the side. He falls to the ground, and his gun fires wild. The werewolf looks up from its meal at the commotion. Buffy grabs Cain's gun and wrestles him for it. She flips the rifle over and he follows, landing on his back and letting go of the gun in the process. As he tries to get up Buffy swings the butt of the rifle around and knocks him down and out. The werewolf comes at her, and she ducks his lunge. Giles and Willow arrive to see the werewolf grab Buffy and lift her off of her feet. She pushes him back using Cain's gun to keep from being bitten. Giles tries to get a clear shot, but the werewolf turns and holds Buffy up between them.)
Willow: Careful!
Giles: (can't get a shot) Damn it!
(He keeps looking for an opening, but is quickly getting frustrated. Buffy raises the rifle high and smashes it down on the werewolf's head. It drops her and falls back stunned. It quickly gets up and swipes at her, knocking the gun from her hands. Then the werewolf shoves Buffy away and right into Giles and Willow, bowling them over. It starts to come at them. Willow scrambles for the tranquilizer gun and brings it up to bear. The werewolf charges, and Willow pulls the trigger. The dart hits it in the chest, and it staggers backward a bit before falling over unconscious.)
Willow: (looks up at Giles) I shot Oz.
Giles: You saved us.
(He takes the gun from Willow. Buffy walks over to get Cain's gun. He gets to his feet and straightens his coat.)
Cain: No wonder this town's overrun with monsters. No one here's man enough to kill 'em.
Buffy: Oh, I wouldn't be too sure of that.
(Cain turns to see her with his flintlock. She grabs the end of the barrel and bends it into a nice arc right in front of him and then thrusts it at him. He looks at her in astonishment.)
Buffy: How about you let the door hit you in the ass on the way out of town?
(Cain makes a move to go but stops to give her another look. She stares back at him, and then he leaves. She looks down at Willow crouched next to Oz the werewolf and gets down with her.)
Willow: You think it'll be okay?
(They both look up at Giles.)
Giles: He'll be a little sore in the morning, but... he'll be Oz.
(Sunnydale High – Hallway)
(Xander and Buffy walk past the trophy case and into the lounge.)
Xander: This is all so weird. I mean, how are we supposed to act when we see him?
Buffy: Well, it's gotta be weird for him, too. Now that we know so much.
Xander: All I know is I'll never be able to look at him the same again.
Buffy: He's still a human being. Most of the time.
(They stop at the vending machine.)
Xander: Who are we talking about?
Buffy: Oz. Who are you talking about?
Xander: No one.
(He sees Larry's jock friends by the stairs knocking a girl's books out of her hands and laughing. Larry comes down the stairs behind her and quickly reaches down to help her pick up her books.)
Larry: Hey, let me get those.
Girl: Thanks.
(His friends give him a surprised look. So does Buffy. Larry comes over to them.)
Larry: Hey! Xander. Look, about what you did. I, I owe you.
Buffy: What'd you do?
Xander: It's really nothing we should be talking about. (to Larry) Ever.
Larry: I know, I know. It's just, well, (pats him on the arm) thanks. (walks off)
Buffy: That was weird.
(They go to a table and sit.)
Xander: What, it's not okay for one guy to like another guy just because he happened to be in the locker room with him when absolutely nothing happened and I thought I told you not to push.
Buffy: All I meant is that he didn't try to look up my skirt.
Xander: (fidgets with is hands) Oh, oh, yeah, that's, that's the weirdness. (smiles nervously)
Buffy: Weirdness abounds lately. Maybe it's the moon. That does stuff to people.
Xander: I've heard that.
Buffy: (sees Willow walk by) Certainly gonna put a strain on Willow and Oz's relationship.
Xander: What relationship? I mean, what life could they possibly have together? (counts off on his fingers) We're talking obedience school, paper training, Oz is always in back burying their things, and that kind of breed can turn on its owner.
Buffy: I don't know. I kinda see Oz as the loyal type.
Xander: All I'm saying is she's not safe with him. If it were up to me...
Buffy: (interrupts) Xander...
(The Quad)
(Willow walks over to Oz who is sitting at a picnic table.)
Buffy: (os) It's not up to you.
Willow: Hey.
Oz: Hey.
Willow: Did you want to go first?
Oz: I spoke to Giles. He said I'll be okay. I just have to lock myself up around the full moon. Only he used more words than that. And a globe.
Willow: I'm sorry about how all this ended up. With me shooting you and all.
Oz: It's okay. I'm, I'm sorry I almost ate you.
Willow: It's okay. I kind of thought you would have told me.
Oz: I didn't know what to say. I mean, it's not everyday you find out you're a werewolf. That's fairly freaksome. It may take a couple days getting used to.
Willow: Yeah. It's a complication.
Oz: So... (hops off of the table and they walk) Maybe it'd be best if I just... sorta...
Willow: What?
Oz: Well, you know, like, stayed out of your way for awhile.
Willow: I don't know. I'm kind of okay with you being *in* my way.
Oz: (stops and faces her) You mean, you'd still...
Willow: Well, I like you. You're nice and you're funny. And you don't smoke. Yeah, okay, werewolf, but that's not all the time. I mean, three days out of the month I'm not much fun to be around either.
Oz: You are quite the human.
Willow: (smiles) So, I'd still if you'd still.
Oz: I'd still. I'd *very* still.
Willow: (smiles widely) Okay. (more seriously) No biting, though.
Oz: Agreed.
(Willow walks off with a smile on her face. Oz turns around and watches her go. He smiles. Then he looks surprised to see her rushing back. She looks at him for an instant and then plants a kiss right on his lips. He watches her with a smile as she goes off again.)
Oz: A werewolf in love.
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