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~~~~~~~~~~ Prologue ~~~~~~~~~~

Night in a wood near Sunnydale. The full moon rises slowly above the
trees. Cut into the wood. The camera moves among the trees and bushes
low to the ground in slow motion. Buffy reads from 'Call of the Wild' in
a voiceover.

Buffy: 'One night after supper, the lead dog turned up a snowshoe
rabbit. The dog lay down low to the race, his body flashing forward,
leap by leap.'

Cut to the library. Buffy's voice dissolves into that of Willow, who is
walking around the area by the cage while reading from the book.

Willow: 'He was sounding the deeps of his nature and the parts of his
nature that were deeper than he, going back into the wombs of time. The
rabbit could not...'

Suddenly werewolf Oz leaps up against the cage door and rattles it at
her. She startles and steps back.

Willow: Okay. Uh, maybe we should try a less stimulating passage.

She flips through the pages of the book while Oz growls at her and
settles back down in the cage. Xander walks into the library, carrying a
thermos and a couple of magazines, looking very tired.

Xander: Private Harris reporting for Oz watch.

Willow: (looks up from the book) Xander! Oh, good.

Xander yawns as he walks up to her and takes the book out of her hands.

Xander: Oh! 'Call of the Wild.' Aren't we reading the Cliff Notes to
this for English?

Willow: Some of us are. (takes back the book) Anyway, it'll help you
stay awake. It's good and, and very wolfy. (looks at Oz) Seems to soothe
the savage beast.

She takes Xander's arm and leads him away from the cage toward the
table. As the camera pulls back with them the towels draped across most
of the cage come into view.

Willow: (quietly) Except for the parts about... (whispers) rabbits.

Oz hears that, and he jumps against the cage, banging it loudly. Xander
and Willow both jump and look back at him.

Xander: (snags the book) Rabbis? (looks it over)

Willow: (takes the book back again) It... seems to make him a little
overexcited. (puts it on the table) Okay. Now, he's had his 2:00
feeding, and, uh, after sunrise, if he forgets where his clothes are,
they're on top of the file cabinet in his cage. (indicates the cage) I
put those towels up for privacy.

Xander: Uh, no worries. I can handle the Oz Full Monty. (smirks) I
mean, not 'handle' handle, like 'hands to flesh' handle.

Willow: (nods) Mm, okay. (with lots of nervous gesturing) Well, it's
not for you. It's for me, 'cause I'm still getting used to half a Monty.

Xander: Oh. Good. (realizes) Half? You and Oz? Which half?

Willow: (with a big smile) Wouldn't *you* like to know? Anyway, he's
more manageable tonight and on the third night. Tomorrow night, the
total full moon, that's when he's a real wolfer. (reaches across the
table) But in case there's trouble... there won't be, but if...

She holds up the dart rifle. Xander takes it from her with his right
hand while still holding his things with his left, and slips his index
finger into the trigger guard.

Xander: Sleepy time. Gotcha.

He holds the stock of the weapon against his shoulder.

Willow: Thanks again for doing this. I wouldn't have asked, but I have
this test.

Xander: No big. You can count on me. (looks at his things) I got my
coffee, magazines. Figured I'd read, maybe (points with the gun) run the
stairs over there a little bit. (chuckles) I'm good.

Willow isn't thrilled with the way he's handling the rifle, and so takes
it out of his hand, giving him a nervous smile. She sets it down on the
table, gives him a little wave goodbye and starts out. On the way past
the cage she gives werewolf Oz a little wave, too.

Willow: Bye.

Oz raises his head and growls as he watches her go. Xander picks the
book up from the table, inspects the cover and looks up at Oz. He
decides to make things easy on himself. He climbs onto the table, sets
the book down at one end and lies on his stomach, using the book as a
pillow. He smiles as he settles himself for a relaxing nap. In the cage
Oz lets out a loud growl.

Cut to the cemetery. Faith and Buffy are strolling through on patrol.

Faith: Nice place. Do you ever catch kids doing the diddy out here?

Buffy: No. There's a smooch spot up by the woods. That's usually where
kids go.

Faith: Yeah? Bet you and Scott have been up there kicking the
gearshift. (grins)

Buffy: (gives her a look) Hardly. Only been on a few dates.

Faith: But you like him. And when you think about him, you get that
(inhales) good, down-low tickle, right?

Buffy: (smiles) Yeah, I guess, but... (realizes what she may have
meant, and gives her the eye) How low?

Faith: (grins broadly) You tell me.

Buffy: How about not? (looks around dreamily) But he is... (sighs)
nice, and he's funny.

Faith: And quite a muffin.

She gives Buffy a smile. Buffy smiles back.

Buffy: Blueberry. That crunchy, munchy stuff on top. But my most
favorite thing so far (sighs) is that he doesn't seem to be any kind of
Hell Beast.

Faith: All men are beasts, Buffy.

Buffy: Okay, I was hoping to not get that cynical till I was at least

Faith: It's not cynical. I mean, it's realistic. Every guy from...
Manimal down to Mr. I-Love-The-English-Patient has beast in him. And I
don't care how sensitive they act. They're all still just in it for the

Buffy has to tacitly admit that Faith may have a point.

Cut to the woods. A boy runs through the bushes in a panic. The camera
chases him, and a creature's growling and heavy breath can be heard. The
boy looks back to check on his pursuer, and trips over a low branch. He
rolls onto his back and tries to push himself away with his feet, but
whatever is chasing him is quickly on top of him and drags him away. The
boy screams loudly as he disappears from the camera's view.

Opening credits roll. Buffy's theme plays.

~~~~~~~~~~ Part 1 ~~~~~~~~~~

Sunnydale High School. Willow, Oz and Buffy climb the outside stairs
from the quad up to the balcony.

Willow: I don't think that's true, that every guy is in it only for the

Buffy: I know. It is an awful generalization.

Scott: Hey Buffy!

She looks along the balcony to see him approaching at a quick pace.
Willow gives Oz a smile.

Scott: That's what I stopped you for, basically. Hey.

Buffy: Okay. (smiles) Hey.

Scott's friends Debbie and Pete approach the group. Oz notices them and
holds up his hand in greeting. Debbie is holding a bouquet of flowers.

Oz: How do, Debbie?

Debbie: Hi, Oz. Hey, you're not doing jazz band this year?

Oz: Oh, can't take the pressure. It's not the music that's hard, it's
the marching.

Buffy: We have a marching jazz band? (looks at Scott inquisitively)

Oz: Yeah, but, you know, since the best jazz is improvisational, we'd
be going off in all directions, banging into floats... Scary.

Willow: (smiles at everyone) He's just being Oz.

Oz: Pretty much full-time. (smiles at Willow)

Buffy: (sees Debbie's bouquet) Those are pretty flowers.

Debbie: Thanks. Pete brought them for me. (smiles at him)

Pete: (smiles) Yeah. Well, I-I'm sure Scott does that kind of stuff for
you, too, Buffy.

Scott: Oh, well, we're not up to flowers. (to Buffy) Are we? Up to
flowers? Did I miss flowers?

Buffy: (reassuringly) No. We're pre-posy. Definitely.

Scott nods, relieved.

Buffy: What time is it? (grabs Scott's watch) Oh, I have to go see Mr.
Platt today.

Debbie: Platt? The school counselor?

Buffy: I get to convince him that I'm Little Miss Stable so I can stay
in school.

Debbie: Platt creeps me out. I would totally quit going, but I'm
flunking senior bio, and my teacher says I have success issues.

Oz: Senior bio? I kinda aced that final.

Willow: (needles Oz) And how did you do that? Oh, right. You showed up.

He takes Willow's jibes good-naturedly.

Oz: (to Debbie) If you want my notes, they're yours.

Debbie: Thanks! That'd be great!

The bell rings.

Buffy: We'd better go. (to Scott) I'll see you.

Scott: Yep.

They kiss lightly on the lips. Buffy turns and heads into the building.
Oz gives them a wave, and he and Willow follow her. Scott gives his
friends a contented look.

Cut to Giles' office. He and Xander look up from reading an article in
the paper and head out into the main area.

Giles: We need to recheck every possible exit avenue.

Xander: I'm telling you, it's a waste of time. I was here all night.

They notice Willow and Oz coming into the library.

Giles: Right. (smiles stiffly) It's good to see you. Um, no need to

Oz: Just a thought: poker: not your game.

Willow: (worried) What's the deal, Giles?

Giles: (starts to pace) Now, uh, bear in mind, uh, most likely, there,
there, there is no deal, (stops and looks at Xander) but um, if, if, if
there was a deal, then it, um, would concern murder... last night. A
male student was, was found i-i-in the woods.

Willow: Which student?

Giles: Jeff Orkin.

Oz: Jeff? He was...

He looks over at Xander. Xander looks down at the floor.

Oz: I knew him.

Giles: I'm afraid he was, he was, um, terribly mauled. Now, uh, much as
I hate to think it, i-i-it could be the handiwork of, of...

Oz: Me.

Willow: (very concerned) Wolf you, not you you.

Xander: But it's not. Not wolf you, not you you. The room was secured,
the gate was locked, (heads into the cage) and the window unbreakable,
and... (looks up at the window) open!

He points up at it as he comes back out of the cage.

Willow: (upset) Oh, God.

Giles and Oz both go over to check the window, too.

Xander: Not to freak. I rested my eyes now and then. That's all.

Willow gives him a betrayed look.

Giles: (looks down from the window) How long... *exactly* did you...
rest your eyes for? (glares at him)

Oz just stares into space, turning the implications over in his mind.

Xander: A little now, uh, a little then. But I never heard Oz leave,
and he was here in the morning when I, um... (searches for words) when

Giles: (angrily) WOKE UP!

Xander: You could put it that way if you want to, Mr. Technical.

Oz walks over to Willow, looking at her sadly.

Willow: Oh, God.

She takes his hand to comfort him. He looks at Giles imploringly.

Cut to the school psychologist's office. The door opens, and Buffy
enters. She closes it behind herself and steps up to the desk. Mr. Platt
is sitting in his chair facing away, looking out the window while his
ever-present cigarette smolders in his fingers.

Mr. Platt: Two o'clock. Miss Summers.

He makes no move to turn around to face her.

Buffy: (smiles) Buffy Summers, reporting for sanity.

Her smiles fades when she realizes he still isn't going to turn around.
Instead he just blows out a huge cloud of cigarette smoke.

Buffy: Look... I know that I have to do this, and I-I'll cooperate, and
I'll look at your ink blots and everything, but... I don't wanna talk
about my life or my childhood or... anything, for that matter, actually.
And, uh... I don't wanna be friends here.

Mr. Platt: (finally turns) We're not gonna be friends. (smiles at her)
You have friends already, I hope. (waves his hand at her) Friends are a
good thing. (takes another drag from his cigarette) Mm-hm. (crushes it
out) They like you, agree with you, tell you what you wanna hear.
(reaches into his desk drawer) That's not what you need right now.
(pulls out a can of deodorizer) What you need is a trained, not... *too*
crazy professional who will always give you his honest opinion.

He pops the top off of the aerosol can and gives a couple of sprays
around himself. Buffy just gives him an odd look and says nothing.

Mr. Platt: Which I offer.

He looks back at her for a moment before gesturing to a chair.

Mr. Platt: Have a seat.

He caps the can and puts it away as she sits in the chair.

Buffy: Not too crazy? Those are your credentials?

He stands up and starts to walk around his desk.

Mr. Platt: Look, Buffy, any person -- grownup, shrink, (sits on his
desk) pope -- any person who claims to be *totally* sane is either lying
or not very bright. I mean, everyone has problems. Everybody has demons,

Buffy: (averts her eyes) Gotta say I'm with you on that. (looks down at
her hands)

Mr. Platt: Excellent. So, the hope I bring you is: demons can be
fought. (Buffy looks up at him in surprise) People can change. *You* can
change. Now. Your turn. (crosses his arms) Let's start with why you ran

She looks up for a moment, then begins to fidget and lean back in her

Buffy: (smiles weakly) That's a long story.

Mr. Platt: Mm. (shrugs) Bore me.

Buffy: You know, I'm, I'm really over it. I-I'm moving on, I feel good,
I'm, I'm even dating someone new.

Mr. Platt: All good things. (gestures widely with his arms) But still,
you're (inhales and leans back) you're bringing me in at the end of the

Buffy: (awkwardly) I was dating someone. Uh, it-it ended badly. My mom
and I were fighting, and I... kinda freaked.

Mr. Platt: Well, tell me more about this guy. The Bad Ending Guy.

She looks up at him for a long moment before letting out a breath and
looking down at her hands again.

Buffy: He was my first... I loved him, and then he...

Mr. Platt: ...changed.

She looks up at him, surprised again.

Buffy: Yeah.

Mr. Platt: He got mean.

Buffy: Yes.

Mr. Platt: And you didn't stop loving him.

Buffy doesn't know what to add or how to respond.

Mr. Platt: Look, lots of people lose themselves in love. It's, it's no
shame. They write songs about it. The hitch is, you can't stay lost.
Sooner or later, you... you have to get back to yourself.

Buffy: (considers) And if you can't?

Mr. Platt: If you can't... (inhales) Well, love becomes your master,
and you're just its dog.

She didn't expect to hear it put quite that way.

Cut to the library. Buffy comes in and finds Giles pacing and everyone
else sitting on the steps and looking gloomy. She sets her bag on the

Buffy: I'm afraid to ask. (crosses her arms)

Cordelia: Oz ate someone last night.

Willow: (glares) He did not!

Xander: (annoyed) Oz does not eat people. (Cordelia rolls her eyes)
It's more werewolf play. (Buffy looks at Giles inquiringly) You know, I
bat you around a little bit, like a cat toy. I have harmless, wolf fun.
Is it Oz's fault that, (Oz lowers his head) you know, side effect,
people get cut to ribbons, and maybe then he'll take a little nibble
and... (Willow gives him a hurt look) I'm not helping, am I?

Giles: No. Oz may have got out of his cage last night.

Oz: Or maybe there's a, another werewolf roaming the woods.

Giles: Perhaps. Perhaps it's something else entirely.

Buffy: It's okay. We'll work together, and we'll figure this out.

Giles: Yes. Um... (thinks) Buffy. Uh, you, uh, you patrol the woods.
Uh, the others, um, check out the morgue.

Willow: (hopeful) Right! We can see if it's a werewolf kill or not.
(glances at Oz next to her) But what about Oz?

Giles: Um... Well, I have some research materials at home I need to
look up. Uh... W-w-we could ask Faith to watch over him.

Buffy nods and looks at Oz. Oz looks up at Giles.

Oz: What, you're having a Slayer watch me? Oh, good, we're not

He gets up to leave, not willing to listen to any more of this. Willow
gives Buffy a concerned look and gets up to go after him. She reaches
out and touches him on the shoulder. He stops and turns to face her. She
tries to give him a reassuring smile.

Oz: Okay. Uh, you know that thing where you bail in the middle of an
upsetting conversation? (inhales) I have to do that. (exhales) It's
kinda dramatic, I know, but... sometimes, it's a necessary guy thing.

Willow: And I want you to... do the guy thing, but...

She glances and gestures at the clock on the wall and sighs. Oz looks
over at it, too. 5:34pm. Almost sunset. He looks back at her and the
others, realizing this isn't the time to do the guy thing, and lets out
a heavy sigh. He looks over at the cage, and reluctantly goes to lock
himself up. Willow follows him. The door squeaks when he pulls it open
and again as he pulls it closed. It locks shut with a clang.

Willow: Oz?

Oz: (unwilling to look at her) Get away from the cage.

Willow: (confused by his tone of voice) What?

Oz: (still not looking at her) It's gonna happen soon.

Willow still won't go.

Oz: Get away from me.

He turns his back to her. Willow is hurt and confused by his behavior.

Cut to the woods later that night. Buffy patrols through them by
herself, looking around and listening carefully. The camera watches her
from behind some branches. A figure quickly and silently slips in front
of the camera. Buffy thinks she heard something and raises her stake.
Again a figure dashes by, and this time Buffy sees it. She runs after it
through the bushes. Suddenly she stops in her tracks when she sees it
come straight for her. She stares in disbelief as the man rushes her and
knocks her down as he runs by. Buffy steadies herself on the ground and
looks up as he goes. He stops and looks back at her. It's Angel, and he
growls and snarls at her. There is blood around his mouth, but he has on
his human face, not his vampire's. She can only stare at him in complete

~~~~~~~~~~ Part 2 ~~~~~~~~~~

In the woods. Angel continues to growl at Buffy. He charges her as she
gets up. She grabs him and throws him to the ground, but also falls
under his weight. Angel rolls to a stop and crawls quickly back to her
before she can get back up. He lunges at her, and she uses his momentum
to flip him over herself and onto his back. She rises to one knee and
punches him as he tries to regain his footing. He takes the blow in the
head, but just spins around and delivers a solid backhand punch to her
face, making her fall onto her back. Angel jumps on her again, but she
uses her leverage to send him onto his back once again. He twists his
body, reaches over and punches her in the gut. She quickly rolls away
and gets to a standing position. She does a full spinning low hook kick,
hitting him in the head as he tries to stand. He slumps down on all
fours, and as he looks up at her she punches him solidly in the face,
making him slump to the ground, badly beaten. After a few breaths he
loses consciousness, and his body relaxes. Buffy breathes hard as she
looks down at him, still not believing what she sees.

Cut to the morgue. A flashlight shines into a room where several bodies
are lying on gurneys. Cut to an adjacent room. Willow comes in and
shines her flashlight on the closed body drawers along a wall. She finds
the one she wants and opens it. She pulls out the drawer and lifts the
plastic sheet away from Jeff Orkin's face. She sets her metal Scooby-Doo
lunch box on his chest and opens it. Behind her Xander approaches. She
pulls out a plastic bag and a pair of tweezers. When Xander reaches her
he takes one look at the body and nearly vomits.

Xander: Oh, God.

He bends over, holding his mouth, trying to hold it back. Willow just
hands him the flashlight.

Willow: Here. Hold this.

He doesn't hold it very steadily, and Willow tries to adjust his arm as
she would an unruly desk lamp. She takes Jeff's hand and tries to get a
look at his fingers. Suddenly Xander spins around and shines the
flashlight into Cordelia's face.

Xander: Aah!

Cordelia: God!

Willow just reaches for Xander's hand again and pulls it around to shine
the light where she needs it. It's not working out very well.

Xander: (to Cordelia) We're doing crime here. You don't sneak up during

He finally gives Willow his attention again and holds the light steady.

Cordelia: God, have a... (gets a look at Jeff's mauled body) Okay!
(covers her face) Scarred for life! Oh, God!

Willow just calmly goes about getting some samples from under Jeff's

Cordelia: Willow, how can you stand it?

Xander: Yeah, Will. I mean, this guy *is* pretty barf-worthy. Can't we
be elsewhere? Like, you know, is Oz cleared or what, huh?

She's finished with Jeff's hand and puts it back under the plastic. She
moves the flashlight in Xander's hand around and inspects the rest of
the body.

Willow: I'm not sure. I mean, there are a lot of incised wounds, but
they could be from anything.

Cordelia: Anything with big, sharp teeth and vicious...

Xander: (interrupts) Do you wanna go back to the car and wait?

Willow starts to pick at Jeff's chest with the tweezers.

Cordelia: (stares, taken aback) No. God. I'm just saying...

Willow: Almost done. Lemme just get a few stray hairs from the body.
They could be from the attacker.

Cordelia holds her nose against the stench.

Xander: Great. So we got everything we need?

Willow: Yep. That's it.

She drops the tweezers and faints dead away, falling back into Xander.
He quickly gets an arm under her as she goes down, and they all sink to
the floor.

Cordelia: Oh!

Xander: Okay. Uh... little too much excitement for the Wilster here.

He steadies Willow's head against his chest so it doesn't flop around.

Xander: Doesn't look good for Oz, does it?

Cordelia: It really doesn't. (they look up at Jeff) This guy was ripped
apart by a big wild animal.

Cut to the mansion. Buffy finds Drusilla's trunk and knocks Miss Edith
and the other dolls from it. She throws open the lid and dumps the
contents out onto the floor. There she finds a heavy chain and shackles.
Back in the main room she throws one end over an iron bracket holding up
the high marble fireplace mantel and locks the shackles on Angel's
wrists. She steps back as he lies unconscious on the floor, with one arm
held high by the chain. He wakes up and gets to his knees. Suddenly he
lashes out at her, but she jumps back in time and he misses. He leans
against his bonds and growls at Buffy, then crouches down and cowers
like a trapped animal. She walks around him in a wide arc and stops when
she notices the place where he fell from the dimensional portal. There
is a silhouette of him on the floor surrounded by scorch marks from the
intense light. Angel continues to growl and struggle with the chain.
Buffy cringes to see him like this. She kneels down by the silhouette
for a closer look. Angel makes another attempt to grab her, and she
jerks back, but he's too far away to do any harm. She looks back down at
the scorch marks and winces at the sound of Angel struggling behind her.
He soon stops and slumps to the floor with one arm raised high by the

Cut to the library. Werewolf Oz growls in his cage. Faith is oblivious
as she moves around to the sounds of Mark Ferrari on her portable CD
player. Buffy comes in behind her and taps her on the shoulder.
Instinctively Faith spins around and lands a swinging backhand punch to
Buffy's face.

Buffy: Oh!

She stumbles backward and steadies herself against the portable card

Faith: Oh! Uh, Buffy! Are you okay? What are you doing here?

Buffy: (holds her jaw) Uh, bleeding internally, but I'll live.

Faith: God, I'm sorry. (shrugs with the CD player) I guess I didn't
hear you.

Buffy: Figured as much. Ow. Again. (takes a breath and arches her back)
Uh... Actually, I-I-I came to give you the rest of the night off.

Faith: Get out of jail free, huh? How come?

Buffy: (shrugs) Couldn't sleep. (takes off her jacket) Figured I'd, uh,
cram for my French test.

Faith: That's cool. I was going kinda crazy in here, but I can get in a
few stakings before sunrise.

She heads for the door, handing Buffy the keys to the cage on the way.
Buffy follows her with her gaze.

Buffy: Knock yourself out. Not literally, though.

Faith: Yeah. Later.

The door can be heard closing behind her. Buffy looks at Oz for a
moment, then turns her attention to the card catalog. She sets the keys
on it, pulls out the first drawer and begins to search through them.

Cut to morning. Sunlight pours in through the cage window and down on Oz
lying there naked. The camera pans up to Giles arriving with a cup of
coffee in his hand. He looks down at Oz to make sure he's not a wolf,
unlocks the door and pulls it slightly open. He takes a sip from his cup
and heads over to where he sees Buffy in the stacks curled up and asleep
in a chair with a book on her lap and a drawer from the card catalog
next to her on a stepstool. Other books are lying on the floor around
her. He quietly takes the steps to the upper level and reaches down for
one of the books. As he does so Buffy stirs from her slumber and looks
up at him.

Buffy: Hey.

Giles: Hmm. Hello. (sips his coffee)

Buffy quickly realizes what it must look like, her surrounded by all
these books, and tries to play it off.

Buffy: Oh. Boy. (stands up) Faith and her nutty books.

Giles: (reads some book titles) 'Exploring Demon Dimensions' and
'Mystery of Acathla'.

Buffy: Yeah! And she still listens to heavy metal. (walks toward the
stairs) Freaky deaky.

Giles: Buffy...

She realizes that he hasn't bought it and leans against the railing. He
gives her his attention and slowly comes over to her as she speaks.

Buffy: What if... I told you that... I had a dream about Angel... and,
um... it brought up some questions?

Giles: I'd say it was to be expected. Must have been some dream. I
didn't think you knew what a card index was for. (sips his coffee)

Buffy: I dreamt that he came back.

She sits down on the steps. Giles comes down to sit with her.

Giles: Of course. After Jenny was killed, (sets the cup aside) I had
dreams that she was s-still alive, that I saved her.

Buffy: This was vivid. Really vivid. Three-dimensional, sensurround,
the hills are alive...

She stops when she realizes her use of Jenny's metaphor. Giles takes off
his glasses and considers for a moment.

Giles: Do you believe it was a prophecy?

Buffy: No. I-I don't know. I... (inhales deeply) I guess it just... it
made me wonder.

Giles looks away in thought.

Buffy: Is there a chance even? Could it happen?

Giles: Well, there's no record of anyone returning from a demon
dimension once the... gate was closed. I-I-I can't imagine how it could
happen or-or why.

Buffy: Let's just pretend for a second that... Angel somehow found his
way back to Sunnydale. What would he be like?

Giles: I really can't say. From what is known about that dimension, i-
it would suggest a world of... brutal torment. And time moves quite
differently there, so...

Buffy: I remember. So he would've been down there for hundreds of

Giles: Yes. (looks up at her)

Buffy: Of torture.

Giles: It would take someone of extraordinary... will and character to
survive that and, uh, retain any semblance of self. (swallows hard) Most
likely, he'd be, be a monster.

Buffy: (hopelessly) A lost cause.

Giles: Maybe. Maybe not. In my experience, there are... two types of
monster. The first, uh, can be redeemed, or more importantly, wants to
be redeemed.

Buffy: And the second type?

Giles: The second is void of humanity, cannot respond to reason... or

Willow shows up unexpectedly, bringing a box of donuts with her.

Willow: I thought Faith was on duty.

Buffy: Oh, hey. Change of plans. (comes down to her)

Willow: Glazed or cake? (smiles) It's fun to watch them make them.
(gestures) They use this spritzy thing, and they drop the batter into

Buffy: Couldn't sleep, huh?

Willow: (sighs) I've been at Mister Donut since the TV did that snowy

Behind her Oz has dressed and comes out of the cage.

Willow: How come *you're* the Wakey Girl? I mean, this time, it's not
your boyfriend who's the cold-blooded...

She notices Buffy look behind her with wide eyes. Oz slips on his outer
shirt and comes up next to her.

Willow: Jelly doughnut? (offers the box)

Oz: (ignores the donuts) Everything all right?

Buffy: Yeah. Uh, what happened with the inspection of the body?

Willow: (smiles, avoiding the issue) Anyone? They're yummy delicious!

Buffy: Willow, come on. Was it werewolf?

Willow sets the box down on the table. Her expression shows that she's
not overly anxious to say.

Buffy: Was it a vampire?

Willow: I-it wasn't conclusive.

Buffy: How could it not be conclusive? What did it look like? Was he

Giles: Let her finish, Buffy.

Buffy: (looks back at him) No, it's just...

She realizes the sensitivity of the issue with Oz standing right there.

Buffy: I'm sorry.

She sits down. Giles just calmly waits for Willow to finish her report.

Cut to the cafeteria. Buffy has a plate of various flavors of Jell-O,
and looks for a place to sit. Scott waves to her.

Scott: Buffy. Over here.

She comes over to him sitting with Debbie and Pete, and sets down her

Buffy: Hey.

Scott sees what's on her plate.

Scott: Hey. Uh... I can't, I can't back you on that lunch. Nutritional

Buffy: Oh. My stomach doesn't want hard food today. (points at the
green Jell-O) But there's fruit in it.

Scott: (whispers) Those are marshmallows.

Buffy: (looks at it) Oh.

Debbie and Pete give her curious looks. Buffy sighs.

Buffy: I'm... I'm really out of it today. I didn't sleep well last

Debbie: Just don't tell Mr. Platt you have insomnia. He'll make you
start a dream journal.

Pete: Oh, what's that, like, a Barbie thing? Dear Dream Journal, how
come Ken hasn't come around since he got that earring?

Debbie: (giggles) I never did it. He's a quack.

Buffy: I kinda liked him.

Debbie: Really? I guess, I guess he's kinda funny and stuff. It's
just... sometimes I just don't like the things he says.

Buffy: Oh, he definitely... marches to the beat of his own drummer. A-
actually, I think he makes his own drums.

Scott: Well, my mom says that therapy can be completely helpful.

Pete: Yeah, but your mom has the wattage of a Zippo lighter, Scott.

Debbie can't resist a giggle.

Scott: (to Buffy) I hope you realize I don't actually know these
people. I just... I thought you would like me better if I had friends,
so I hired them.

Buffy gives him a weak smile. He turns to face her completely.

Scott: So... I, uh, I wanted to tell you that you look great today. But
now I wanna raise that to amazing because you didn't sleep well.

Buffy: Uh... (smiles) That's really sweet. Um... And I-I wish I didn't
have to, (stands up) but I just remembered that I do, so, uh, I'll see
you later.

She pats him on the shoulder as she walks around him on the way out,
leaving her Jell-O behind.

Scott: Uh, yeah.

Debbie and Pete follow her briefly with their gazes.

Pete: Check out Scotty liking the manic-depressive chick.

Scott isn't too pleased with that comment.

Cut to the hall. Buffy comes out of the cafeteria and pauses for a
moment to reflect on Pete's comment before continuing down the hall.

Cut to the mansion. Buffy comes in through the heavy drapes hanging
across the side entrance. Angel crouches against the wall, whimpering.
Buffy stops at the wall opposite him and looks at him suffering. Slowly
she comes toward him. Angel just remains hunched over in his crouch, not
looking up or giving any indication that he knows she's there.

Buffy: Angel?

He doesn't seem to hear her.

Buffy: Do you understand me?

Still nothing from him. She comes even closer. The tattoo on his back
beckons to her. Slowly she reaches out and touches him lightly on the
shoulder. He suddenly and very violently lashes out at her and roars.
She instantly takes several steps backward away from him. He goes back
to his pathetic whimpering. Buffy looks at him, terribly hurt, and
rushes from the mansion. Angel growls deeply at her. Above him the
mantel bracket begins to loosen. Dust falls from the stone as he pulls
against the chain.

Cut to the school. Cut to Pete and Debbie walking along a back hall.

Pete: Debbie, come on. Just for a minute.

He takes both of her hands and tries to nudge her against the wall, but
she evades him and pulls away.

Debbie: No, I can't. I have to meet a friend.

He pulls her back to him by both wrists.

Pete: So you'll be late but happy.

He kisses her and reaches behind him with one hand to open a door. He
backs into the dark supply room pulling her in with him. Debbie giggles,
and once inside he pulls her close and they embrace and kiss
passionately. Pete breaks off the kiss and backs away toward a shelf.

Debbie: No, no. Let's stay here.

Pete: Relax, Debbie. What's wrong with you today?

He takes her in his arms again and kisses her some more. After a moment
he notices an empty jar on the shelf. All that's left in it is the last
few drops of a green fluorescent fluid.

Pete: What is that?

She turns his face to hers and tries to kiss him again.

Debbie: (giggles) Nothing. Kiss me. (kisses him)

Pete: No. Debbie, you did not drink that, did you?

Debbie: (looks at the jar) Drink it? (giggles) You know I didn't.

Pete: (looks intensely at her) Debbie, what's going on?

Her giddiness fades, and she looks back nervously.

Cut to Mr. Platt's office. Buffy opens the door, comes in and closes it
behind her. She finds him turned away again, looking out of the window,
his signature cigarette smoldering between his fingers.

Buffy: Two o'clock. Buffy Summers, right?

She fears he'll turn around again and, although he can't see her, she
extends her arm in a gesture to stop him.

Buffy: Wait. Don't turn around. (realizes her useless gesture) Okay?
And don't say anything. (clutches her jacket) Just listen. (begins to
pace and breathe nervously) I mean, that's, that's your thing, right?

She stops pacing and stands behind a chair, shifting her weight from leg
to leg and fidgeting with her jacket against the chair's backrest.

Buffy: There's something going on. (her voice shakes) I mean, th-this
whole entire story is probably gonna convince you that I'm loony-bin
material, but... (shrugs) there's nobody else that I can talk to.
(inhales nervously) Not Willow and... not Giles. Nobody. (starts to pace
again) If they, if they found out, they'd freak on me or they'd do
something, and... (stops and faces him) I need help. I just, I need to
talk to someone. (takes a few breaths) I'm so scared. (sheds a tear)
It's this guy. (steps up to the desk) H-h-he...

She notices his cigarette now. It's burned completely down to the
filter, not once having had the ashes tapped off. She realizes that
something is very wrong.

Buffy: He's come back.

The camera pans over from her to Mr. Platt, sitting dead in his chair.
His face and chest have been severely mauled.

~~~~~~~~~~ Part 3 ~~~~~~~~~~

The supply room. Pete is seething with anger. He goes over to the empty
bottle and picks it up.

Pete: So the bottle just (faces Debbie) jumped out of the cabinet and
spilled on its own.

Debbie: (shakes her head) Of course not. I-I was trying to get rid of

Pete: You were trying to get rid of it?

Debbie: To help you. You know how you get.

Pete: (exhales) You think this has (clenches his fist) *anything* to do
with how I get?

Debbie: Well, when you drink it...

Pete: When I drink it, nothing, Debbie. Nothing! (Debbie flinches) I
don't need this anymore, okay? I am way, *way* past that now.

He slams the bottle back onto the shelf.

Pete: You see?

He takes another bottle down and throws it to the floor, breaking it.

Pete: You see?! (breaks another) No more. (breaks a third) You could
pour out everything I made, and it wouldn't help. And you wanna know

He grabs her by the arms. She whimpers in fright.

Pete: You wanna know why?! Because all it takes now is you, Debbie.
(grits his teeth) You and your STUPID, GRATING VOICE!

His neck muscles suddenly become tense, and he yells out in pain. He
grunts as his head jerks back and forth, and the skin on his face and
neck begins to thicken, and the veins bulge out. He screams as his head
whips around violently. Debbie watches in terror. With a final scream
his transformation to his alter ego is complete. His face is mottled and
grotesquely misshapen. Debbie is too frightened to even breathe. Pete
shakes her by the arms.

Pete: (angrily) *You're* the reason I started the formulas in the first
place: to be the man you wanted! And you pay me back how? (Debbie sobs
in fear) By whoring around with other guys and taunting me!

Debbie: No! I don't! I don't even look!

Pete backhand punches her in the face and shoves her to the floor. She
gets to her hands and knees and crawls around to face him. Slowly she
stands back up.

Pete: Is that something your shrink taught you, Debbie? Huh? Huh? To
share? (approaches her) To communicate? To piss me off?!

He swings another backhand punch at her, and she falls to the floor
again. This time she stays down and cowers.

Pete: Well, guess what? Even *he's* not going to listen to your
pathetic ramblings anymore. (she looks up at him frightened) I'm all
you've got now, Debbie! Do you hear me? (points at her) I AM ALL YOU'VE

She looks up at him, very afraid, and pushes herself up against a crate.
Pete suddenly realizes what he's doing, and calms down a bit. He looks
down at his gnarled hands, then back at Debbie.

Pete: Oh, my God.

He has calmed enough now that he changes back to his regular self. He
sees her sobbing, and looks at her remorsefully. He quickly gets down
and kneels by her.

Pete: (whispering) Hey, Debbie. (she turns away) Hey, listen. (quietly)
You know you shouldn't make me mad. Huh? You know what happens.

He takes her head in his hands and turns her to face him.

Pete: Debbie, please. Are you all right?

He kisses her forehead. She responds and puts her arms around his head.
She strokes his hair as they hold each other tightly.

Debbie: It's okay.

She keeps petting him gently, her own breathing becoming calmer.

Debbie: It's okay.

Cut to the library. Giles paces and talks while Buffy, Faith and Willow

Giles: This creature is especially brutal. I believe the phrase coined
by the coroner when describing Mr. Platt was 'pureed'. But he did
confirm that Platt was killed shortly before Buffy found him.

Faith: Which means that he was killed during the day.

Willow: (elated) Yes! (raises her fist)

They all give her looks.

Willow: Sorry. I got... (lowers her hand) I've just been... it's
horrible, horrible. (swallows)

Buffy: It's okay, Will. We're all glad Oz is off the hook.

Giles: Indeed. (checks his watch) Shouldn't he be here by now? The sun
sets at 5:30.

Cut to the quad. Oz looks around one last time and starts to head for
the library. Just then Debbie comes running.

Debbie: Sorry I'm late. (smiles) Did you bring the notes?

Oz: (notices her black eye) Yeah. Um... You okay? (hands her the notes)

Debbie: What? Oh, yeah! (laughs) I'm such a klutz! I, um, oh...

Oz: Fell down? Hit your... eye?

Pete watches them from around a corner.

Debbie: Doorknob. (laughs) Um... Thanks. (starts to go)

Oz: (stops her with his hand) Hey, um... (concerned) If you wanna

Debbie: (shakes her head and smiles) Thanks again for the notes.

Oz: Yeah...

He looks up at the sky again and quickly heads for the library. Pete
turns around and stalks off.

Cut to the library.

Giles: Our task now is to determine what sort of killer we *are*
dealing with. Clearly, we're looking for a depraved, sadistic animal.

Oz: (comes in) Present.

Willow smiles, jumps up and goes over to him, pushing Giles aside in her
eagerness to reach him.

Oz: Hey, I may be a cold-blooded jelly doughnut, but my timing is

Willow: (touches him with both hands, smiling) But you aren't! I-i-
it's-it's a kill-in-the-day monster! A hundred percent for sure.

Oz: (very relieved) Okay. (smiles)

Willow puts her arm around him and faces the group along with him,

Giles: Uh, I wish we had time to celebrate properly. However, we have
two victims: Jeff Orkin and, uh, now Platt. Uh, maybe there's something
they had in common.

Faith: Missing internal organs.

Giles: Besides that.

Oz: Debbie. (Giles looks at him) Well, victim number one, Jeff. He was
in jazz band with us. They used to horse around.

Faith: They were screwing?

They all give her a look.

Oz: I don't think so, but he hid her music comp book once.

Buffy: And we know that Debbie knew Platt. I mean, she was seeing him
and way vocal about not having love for the guy.

Oz: Add this and stir. I just saw Debbie a minute ago sporting a nasty
black eye.

Willow: Okay, so pretend Debbie wanted Platt dead. Maybe he fought

Buffy: (shakes her head) No. Platt was dead in an instant. (exhales) He
didn't even drop his cigarette. (has a thought) Now, what if boyfriend
Pete's the one doling out the punishment?

Giles: We should find them both immediately.

He and Buffy grab their coats.

Oz: Well, Debbie was in the quad a minute ago.

Giles: All right. We'll split up. Um, Faith, you and I team. Willow,
stick with Buffy.

Willow gives Oz a saddened look and follows the others out.

Oz: And I'll... go lock myself in the cage.

Cut to the girls' locker room. Debbie is trying to hide her black eye
with makeup. The door opens behind her, and Buffy and Willow enter.
Debbie just keeps on applying makeup.

Buffy: It's tricky, covering a fresh shiner like that. You know what

Debbie: What? (puts away her makeup)

Buffy: Don't get hit.

She walks up to Debbie at the mirror.

Buffy: What's going on, Debbie? I'll bet the farm you know.

Debbie: (shakes her head) You're wrong. I don't know anything.

Buffy: Normally, I'd say, you wanna play 'I have a secret'? Fine. But
people are dying here.

Debbie looks at her and Willow.

Debbie: It... it's not his fault. I mean, he's not himself when he gets
like this.

Buffy: You mean Pete.

Debbie: (upset) It's me. I make him crazy. He-he just does what he does
because he loves me too much.

Willow: But weren't Mr. Platt and Jeff murdered by an animal?

Buffy: Pete's not like other guys, is he, Debbie?

Debbie realizes they know more than they are letting on.

Debbie: I-I've gotta go.

She grabs her purse and starts to leave. Buffy takes her by the arm and
stops her.

Buffy: You have to talk to us. (Debbie shakes her head) We can't help
you until you do.

Debbie: I didn't ask for your help!

Willow: Well, when are you going to? I mean, if Pete kills you, it'll
pretty much be too late.

Buffy: Debbie, we're running out of time.

Cut to the mansion. Angel struggles with the chain. He yanks at it with
all of his weight. The bracket pulls free of the wall and crashes to the
floor. Angel falls roughly onto his hands and knees. He quickly gets up,
pulls the chain free of the bracket and runs out of the mansion.

Cut to the locker room.

Buffy: Where can we find him?

Debbie: I-I don't know.

Buffy: You're lying.

Debbie: What if I am? What are you gonna do about it?

Willow: Wrong question.

Buffy takes her by the arm again and pushes her up against the sink in
front of the mirror.

Buffy: Look at yourself. Why are you protecting him? Anybody who really
loved you couldn't do this to you.

She takes a few steps away. Debbie turns around to face them.

Debbie: Would they take him someplace?

Buffy: Probably.

Debbie: (shakes her head, sobbing) I could never do that to him.
(Willow sighs) I'm his everything.

Buffy: (disgusted) Great. So what, you two live out your Grimm fairy
tale? Two people are dead.

Debbie just shakes her head and says nothing.

Buffy: Who's gonna be next?

Cut to the library. Oz is alone in the cage, pacing, waiting to change.
The door opens, and Pete comes in and goes right up to the cage.

Pete: (angry) Since when do you touch my girl? (grabs the cage)

Oz: Hey, Pete. This is kind of a bad time.

Pete: Well, I guess you didn't think about that when you put the moves
on Debbie! (rattles the door)

Oz glances up at the window to see if the sun has set yet.

Oz: We talked, yeah, but it was move-free.

Pete rattles the cage hard.

Oz: About this cage? When that sun sets...

Pete: (whispers threateningly) You won't be alive to see it!

He rattles the cage again and steps back from it, seething with anger.

Oz: I'm serious. Something's gonna happen that you... probably won't

Pete screams as his head whips around and he transforms into his alter
ego again. He looks at Oz with murder in his eyes when the change is
complete. Oz is amazed, and takes a step backward.

Oz: Or you might.

~~~~~~~~~~ Part 4 ~~~~~~~~~~

The library. Pete lunges at the cage and grabs the door. He yanks at it
a few times, and it suddenly breaks free. He throws it aside and roars
at Oz. He runs into the cage, grabs Oz and throws him out the door and
to the floor.

Cut to the girls' locker room. Debbie is sitting on a changing bench,
hugging herself and looking off into space, chanting repeatedly.

Debbie: He does love me. He does love me.

Buffy: This is useless. (exhales) We have to go. I have to find Pete.

Debbie: He does love me.

Willow tries to get Debbie to stand up and go with her.

Willow: Come on.

Debbie: (resists) He does love me.

Willow: I think we broke her.

Debbie: He does love me. He does love me.

Buffy: (stops at the door) I think she was broken before this. (leaves)

Cut to the library. Pete heaves Oz up over his head and down onto the
table. It smashes under the strain of the impact, and Pete falls on top
of Oz because he didn't think to let go of him. He scrambles to his
feet, pulls Oz up and punches him hard in the face. He grabs Oz by the
shoulders and shakes him hard.

Pete: (very angrily) Did you kiss that whore? Huh? Did she like it?

He heaves Oz overhead again and onto the stairs. Oz slides down them and
turns around at the base. Pete attacks him, but Oz gets his leg up in
time to stop him, and push kicks him off. Pete goes sliding across the
floor. Oz looks through one of the arched windows at the sky as he gets
up and sees that the sun has set. He looks over at Pete, who is just now
recovering from his fall.

Oz: Time's up. Rules change.

Oz morphs into a werewolf and growls, baring his teeth at Pete. He leaps
onto Pete, and they start to wrestle on the floor. Oz tries to bite
Pete, but can't, so he kicks him away. Pete scrambles to his feet and
backhand punches Oz as he attacks again. Oz isn't fazed, and he leaps
onto Pete again, and they crash into the stairs. This time Oz has Pete's
arm, and he bites hard, making Pete scream out in agony.

Cut to the halls, Buffy, Debbie and Willow hear the scream and begin
running to the library. Giles and Faith come running also from another

Giles: What was that?

Cut to the library. They all come barging in. Giles looks at the cage
and sees it open. Then he sees the two of them fighting on the stairs.
Oz has his jaw clamped hard on Pete's arm, and Pete repeatedly punches
him in the gut.

Giles: Get the dart gun!

Buffy reaches behind the counter and grabs the dart rifle.

Buffy: Got it!

She cocks it and takes aim past Giles. Debbie shoves Buffy aside to
protect her boyfriend.

Debbie: Pete, watch out!

The gun goes off, and the dart hits Giles in the hip.

Giles: Ow!

Pete finally manages to flip Oz over onto the floor and get free of his
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