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: The part that gets me, though, is where Buffy is the Vampire Slayer. She's so little.
: [to Giles
] You know, that outfit looks just like the one you wore yesterday. Only wrinklier.
: Something's going on, Rupert, and I'm guessing you already know what it is. Rupert Giles
: What do you know? Jenny Calendar
: Well, I have been surfing the 'Net, looking for unexplained incidents. You know, people are always sending stuff my way. They know the occult's my turf. Now, here is the latest. A cat last week gave birth to a litter of snakes. A family was swimming in Whisper Lake when the lake suddenly began to boil. And Mercy Hospital last night, a boy was born with his eyes facing inward. I'm not stupid. This is apocalypse stuff. And throw in last night's earthquake, and I'd say we've got a problem. I would say the end is pretty seriously nigh. Rupert Giles
] I don't know if I can trust you. Jenny Calendar
: I helped you cast that demon out of the Internet. I think that merits some trust. Look, I'm scared, okay? Oh, plus, I've got this, this crazy monk e-mailing me from Cortona about some Anointed One? Rupert Giles
: [Jumps up
] The Anointed One? He's dead! Jenny Calendar
: Someone's dead?
: The wolf shall live with the lamb, the leopard shall lie down with the kid, the calf, the lion and the fatling together, and the little child to lead them. Jenny Calendar
: That's kinda warm and fuzzy for a message of doom. Rupert Giles
: Well, that depends where he's leading them to. Aurelius wrote of the Anointed One, "The Slayer will not know him, and he will lead her into Hell."
: Uh, I'm sorry to bring this up, but we also have an apocalypse to worry about? Willow Rosenberg
: How come she's in the club?
: [In Cordelia's car out the school, surrounded by vampires
] What do we do now? Willow Rosenberg
: We've gotta get to the library! Cordelia Chase
: Library! Great!
[She burns rubber and makes a fast U-turn, gunning the car toward the school doors
] Willow Rosenberg
: Of course, we generally walk there.
: [to Giles
] I know our ways are strange to you, but soon you will join us in the twentieth century, with three whole years to spare.
: You here again? You kids really dig the library, don't ya? Buffy
: We're literary. Xander Harris
: To read makes our speaking English good.
: Honestly, what is it about them that bothers you so much? Giles
: The smell. Jenny Calendar
: Computers don't smell, Rupert. Giles
: I know. Smell is the most powerful trigger to the memory there is. A certain flower, or a-a whiff of smoke can bring up experiences long forgotten. Books smell musty and-and-and rich. The knowledge gained from a computer is a... it, uh, it has no-no texture, no-no context. It's-it's there and then it's gone. If it's to last, then-then the getting of knowledge should be, uh, tangible. It should be, um, smelly. Jenny Calendar
: Well, you really are an old-fashioned boy, aren't you? Giles
: Well, I-I don't dangle a corkscrew from my ear. Jenny Calendar
: That's not where I dangle it.
: I need your help. But before that, um, I need you to believe something that, um, you may not want to. Uh, there's, uh- Something's got into... i-i-inside... There's a demon in the Internet. Jenny Calendar
: I know.
[everyone begins to leave library
: I'm just gonna stay and clean up a little.
[walks towards the stacks carrying books
: I'll-I'll, uh, I'll be back in the middle ages. Jenny Calendar
: Did you ever leave?
: [as the First
] I'm not a demon, little girl. I am something that you can't even conceive. The first evil. Beyond sin, beyond death... I am the thing the darkness fears. You'll never see me, but I am everywhere. Every being, every thought, every drop of hate... Buffy
: All right. I get it, you're evil. Do we have to chat about it all day?
: I'm sorry. Jenny Calendar
: You're sorry. For me? Don't bother. I'm dead. I'm over it.
: What do you want? Jenny Calendar
: I wanna die in bed, surrounded by fat grand-children. But guess that's off the menu.
: You're not here. Jenny Calendar
: I'm always here.
: Is everyone alright? Cordelia
: Super. I kicked a guy. Jenny Calendar
: We're okay. Xander Harris
: Dead guy here interrupted our tutorial.
[to dead guy
] Xander Harris
: Been meaning to thank you for that.
: Alright, guys, the first thing we're gonna do is - Buffy! Xander Harris
: Huh? Did I fall asleep already?
: Please. Call me Jenny. Ms. Calendar is my father.
: [mopping Giles' brow with a damp cloth, who's very weak from Angelus' torture
] Is that better? Poor thing.
[strokes his head
: Let's see what's inside.
[Drusilla shuts her eyes as if looking for something and then her eyes suddenly open
: Of course. Look at me.
[when Giles won't she looks him right in the eye
: Be in me.
[Giles is now looking eye to eye with Drusilla
: See with your heart.
[Drusilla covers Giles' eyes for a moment and when she takes her hand away Jenny Calendar has taken her place
] Rupert Giles
: Jenny. I thought I'd lost you. Jenny Calendar
: Shh. I'll never leave you. Rupert Giles
: We have to get out of here. Jenny Calendar
: No, no, no. Slowly. Rupert Giles
: It can't be you. Jenny Calendar
: Did you tell Angel about the ritual? Rupert Giles
: No. We have to get him away from Acathla. Jenny Calendar
: Why? Is he close to figuring it out? Rupert Giles
: Later. Jenny Calendar
: Tell me what to do. It's alright. We'll be together... finally. We'll have everything we never got to have. Never got to feel. Just tell me what to do. Rupert Giles
: We have to get Angel away from Acathla. Jenny Calendar
: Angel himself? He's the key? Rupert Giles
: His... his blood. He mustn't... Jenny Calendar
[the two start kissing but then we see it was Drusilla all along
: The blood. Of course. The blood on my hand's must be my own. I am the key that'll open up the door. My blood. My life.
: OK, kill him. Spike
: Yeah, but what if he's lying? Angelus
: [musing it over
] Yeah, good point. Alright, don't kill him. You know, I kinda' like having you watch my back. Kinda' like old times. Spike
: [Drusilla and Giles are still kissing
] Er, Drusilla. Angelus
: [to Drusilla
] Honey. Spike
: We are finished here, ducks. Drusilla
: [Drusilla looks at an incredulous Angelus and Spike
] Sorry. I was in the moment.
[Giles suddenly realises he's given Angelus what he needs to destroy the world
: [looking at a book
] Oh, there you are. Jenny Calendar
: There who is? Rupert Giles
: Our new friend Spike. He's known as William the Bloody. Earned his nickname by torturing his victims with railroad spikes. Very pleasant. Oh, here's some good news: he's barely two hundred. He's not even as old as Angel is. Oh. Xander Harris
: That's a bad look, right? Rupert Giles
: I think your suggestion of running away this Saturday might've been a good one. Spike has fought two Slayers in the last century, and... he's killed them both.
[Angelus has just grabbed Willow
: Don't do that! Angelus
: Oh, I think I do that! Willow
: Angel? Jenny Calendar
: He's not Angel any more. Are you? Angelus
: Wrong. I am Angel... at last! Xander
: Oh, my God. Angelus
: I got a message for Buffy.
[Buffy appears behind Angelus
: Why don't you give it to me yourself? Angelus
: Well, it's not really the kind of message you tell. It sort of involves finding the bodies of all your friends.