Buffy the Vampire Slayer (1996–2003): Season 2, Episode 17 - Passion - full transcript

Previously on Buffy
the vampire slayer...

I love you.

One moment of true happiness,

of contentment,

and that soul
is taken from him.

Angel, there must be
some part of you inside

that still remembers
who you are.

Dream on, schoolgirl.

Your boyfriend is dead.

Ohh!

Did you know
this was gonna happen?



I was sent here
to watch you.

You can't do it.

You can't kill me.

Ohh!

♪ Think I slip the net ♪

♪ But I cut myself free ♪

♪ I'm not losing yet ♪

♪ So don't forget me ♪

♪ I'll say it,
replay it ♪

Angel: Passion...

It lies in all of us...

Sleeping...

Waiting.

And though unwanted,



unbidden...

It will stir,

open its jaws...

And howl.

♪ I'm on my knees to pray ♪

♪ You'd think
I'd learn by now ♪

♪ There's never
an easy way ♪

♪ I'll get through somehow ♪

Angel: It speaks to us...

Guides us.

Passion rules us all,

and we obey.

What other choice
do we have?

Buffy:
He was in my room.

Who?

Angel.

He was in my room
last night.

Are you sure?

Positive.

When I woke up, I found
a picture he'd left me

on my pillow.

A visit from
the pointed-tooth fairy.

Wait, I thought vampires
couldn't come in

unless you
invited them in.

Yes, but once you've
invited them in,

thereafter they're
always welcome.

Xander: I think there
may be a valuable lesson

for you gals here

about inviting strange men
into your bedrooms.

Oh, god.

I invited him
in my car once.

That means he can come into
my car whenever he wants.

Yep, you're doomed
to having to give him

and his vamp pals a lift
whenever they feel like it.

And those guys
never chip in for gas.

Giles, there has to be
some sort of spell

to reverse
the invitation, right?

Like a barrier...

A no shoes, no pulse,
no service kind of thing?

Yeah, that works
for a car, too?

Yes, well, I... I
could check my...

Hello!

Excuse me, but have you
ever heard of knocking?

We're supposed
to get some books.

On Stalin.

Does this look like
a Barnes & noble?

This is the school
library, Xander.

Since when?

Yes, yes, third row.

Historical
biographies.

Thanks.

What...

Hey, did you say
that was the...

Hello?

So angel has decided to step
up his harassment of you?

By sneaking in her room and
leaving stuff at night?

Why doesn't he just
slit her throat

or strangle her
while she's sleeping

or cut
her heart out?

What?
I'm trying to help.

Yes.

Uh, look, it's classic
battle strategy

to throw one's opponent
off his game.

He's just trying
to provoke you,

to taunt you,

to... to goad you into some
mishap of some sort.

The nyah-nyah-nyah nyah-nyah-nyah
approach to battle?

Yes, Xander.

Once more you've managed
to boil a complex thought

down to its simplest
possible form.

Giles, angel
once told me

that when he was
obsessed with drusilla,

the first thing he did
was to kill her family.

Your mom.

I know.

I'm gonna have to
tell her something.

The truth?

No. Y-you
can't do that.

Yeah. The more people
who know the secret,

the more it cheapens it
for the rest of us.

But I've got to
tell her something.

I've got to
do something.

Giles, angel has an
all-access pass to my house,

and I'm not always there
when my mother is.

I can't protect her.

I told you I will
find a-a spell.

What about until
you find a spell?

Until then,
you and your mother

are welcome to ride
around with me in my car.

Buffy, I understand
your concern,

but it's imperative that you keep
a level head throughout all this.

That's easy
for you to say.

You don't have angel lurking
in your bedroom at night.

I know how hard
this is for you.

All right, I don't.

But as the slayer,

you don't have the luxury of
being a slave to your passions.

You mustn't let angel
get to you...

No matter how provocative
his behavior may become.

So what you're
basically saying is,

"just ignore him, and
maybe he'll go away"?

Yes. Precisely.

Hey, how come Buffy
doesn't get a snotty

"once again
you boil it down

"to the simplest
form" thing?

Watcher's pet.

Don't forget, I need your sample
spreadsheets by the end of the week.

Oh. And I want both a paper
printout and a copy on disk.

Thank you.

Willow.

Yes?

Um, I might be
a little late tomorrow.

Do you think you could cover
my class till I show?

Really?

Me?
Teach the class?

Sure.

Cool.
Oh, wait.

W-what if they don't
recognize my authority?

What if they try
to convince me

that you always let
them leave class early?

What if there's
a fire drill?

What if there's
a fire?

Willow,

you're gonna be fine.

And I'll try not to be
too late, OK?

OK. Good.
Earlier is good.

Will I have the power
to assign detention...

Or make them
run laps?

Hey, Willow.

Hi, Buffy.

Rupert.

Willow, I thought
I might take in a class.

Figured I could use someone
who knows where they are.

Sorry. I have
to talk to her.

She's a teacher, and teachers
are to be respected,

even if they're only filling in
until the real teacher shows up,

because otherwise
chaos could ensue...

How have you been?

Uh, not so good,
actually.

Since angel
lost his soul,

he's regained his
sense of whimsy.

Well,
that sounds bad.

He's been
in Buffy's bedroom.

I need to drum up a spell to
keep him out of the house.

This might help.

I've been doing a little
reading since angel changed.

I don't think
you have that one.

Thank you.

So how's Buffy doing?

How do you think?

I know
you feel betrayed.

Yes. Well, that's one
of the unpleasant

side-effects
of betrayal.

Rupert...

I was raised by the people
that angel hurt the most.

My duty to them was the first
thing I was ever taught.

I didn't come here
to hurt anyone,

and I lied to you
because I thought

it was the right
thing to do.

I didn't know
what would happen.

I didn't know I was going
to fall in love with you.

Oh, god.

Is it too late
to take that back?

Do you want to?

I just want to be
right with you.

I don't expect more.

I just want so badly to
make all this up to you.

I understand.

Well, I'm not the one you
need to make it up to.

Thank you
for the book.

OK.

What's wrong?

It's nothing.

Come on. You can
tell me anything.

I've read all the
parenting books.

You cannot
surprise me.

Do you remember
that guy angel?

Angel...
The, um...

The college boy who was
tutoring you in history?

Right.

Well, he...

I... oh, god. Um...

We're sort of dating...
Were dating.

Um, going through a serious
off-again phase right now.

Don't tell me.

He's changed. He's not the
same guy you fell for?

In a nutshell.

Anyway, um...

Since he changed, he's been
kind of following me around.

He's having trouble
letting go.

Buffy, has he done
anything that...

No, no.
It's not like that.

He's just been
hanging around a lot,

just sending me notes,
that kind of thing.

I just don't want
to see him right now.

I mean, if he shows up,
I'll talk to him.

Just...

Don't invite him in.

I agree with Giles.

You need to just try and
not let him get to you.

Angel's only doing this to try to
get you to do something stupid.

I swear, men can be
such jerks sometimes.

Dead or alive.

I just hope Giles can find
a keep-out spell soon.

I know I'll sleep
easier when I can...

Sleep easier.

I'm sure he will.

He's like book-man.

Until then, try and keep
happy thoughts and...

And what?

Willow?

Willow?

Thanks for having me
over, Buffy,

especially on a
school night and all.

No problem.

Hey, sorry about
your fish.

Ah, it's OK.

We hadn't really
had time to bond yet...

Although
for the first time

I'm glad my parents didn't
let me have a puppy.

It's so weird...

Every time something
like this happens,

my first instinct is
still to run to angel.

I can't believe
it's the same person.

He's completely different
from the guy that I knew.

Well, sort of,

except...

Except what?

You're still the only
thing he thinks about.

I brought
something for you.

Poor thing.

She's an orphan.

Her owner died...

Without a fight.

Do you like her, hmm?

I brought her
especially for you...

To cheer you up,

and I've named her
sunshine.

Open wide.

Come on, love.

You need to eat something
to keep your strength up.

Now, rrrrr...

Open up for mummy.

I won't have you feeding
me like a child, dru.

Why not? She already
bathes you,

carries you around, and
changes you like a child.

Why, angel,
where have you been?

The sun is almost up,

and it can be
so hurtful.

We were worried.

No, we weren't.

You must
forgive spike.

He's just a bit
testy tonight.

Doesn't get out
much anymore.

Well, maybe next time I'll
bring you with me, spike.

Might be handy
to have you around

if I ever need a really
good parking space.

Have you forgotten that you're a
bloody guest in my bloody home?

And as a guest,

if there's anything
I can do for you...

Any... Responsibility
I can assume

while you're spinning
your wheels...

Anything I'm not
already doing, that is.

That's enough!

Hee hee hee...

Aww...

You two boys...

Fightin' over me
and all.

Makes a girl feel...

Ohhhh...

Dru,
what is it, pet?

The air.

It worries.

Someone...

An old enemy
is seeking help...

Help to destroy
our happy home.

Ohhhh...

Welcome.

How may I serve you
today?

Uh...
Love potion?

Perhaps a voodoo doll
for that unfaithful...

I need
an orb of Thesulah.

Oh, you're
in the trade.

Sorry about the spiel,

but around
Valentine's day,

I get a lot of tourists
shopping for love potions

and mystical revenge
of past lovers.

Sad fact is,

Ouija boards
and rabbits' feet...

That's what pay
the rent around here.

So how did you
hear about us?

My uncle Enyos
told me about you.

So you're Janna,
then.

Sorry to hear
about your uncle.

Thank you.

He was
a good customer.

Well, there you go.

One Thesulan orb...

Spirit vault for the
rituals of the undead.

I don't get many calls
for those lately.

Sold a couple as new age
paperweights last year.

Yeah, I just love
those new agers, boy.

They helped to send my
youngest to college.

By the way,

you do know that the
transliteration annals

for the ritual of the
undead were lost.

Without the annals, the
surviving text is gibberish.

And without
a translated text,

the orbs of Thesulah
are pretty much useless.

I know.

I only mention it

because I have a strict
policy of no refunds.

It's OK.

I'm working on
a computer program

to translate the Romanian
liturgy to English

based on a random
sampling of the text.

Yecchh.

I don't like
computers.

They give me
the willies.

Well, thank you.

You're welcome.

By the way...

Not that it's any of
my business really,

but, uh, what are you
planning on conjuring up...

If you can decipher
the text?

A present for
a friend of mine.

Really?

What are you
gonna give him?

His soul.

Well, good morning,
ladies.

And what did you two do
last night?

We had kind of "a pajama party
sleepover with weapons" thing.

Oh. And I don't suppose either
of you had the presence of mind

to locate a camera
to capture the moment.

I have to go.

I have a class to teach
in about 5 minutes,

and I have to arrive early

to glare disapprovingly
at the stragglers.

Oh, darn.
She's here.

5 hours of lesson planning
yesterday down the drain...

You know what? I'll
see you in class.

Hey.

Hi.

Uh, is there
something that...

Did you want
something?

Look...

I know you feel badly
about what happened,

and I just
wanted to say...

Good.

Keep it up.

Don't worry, I will.

Oh, wait.

Um...

He misses you.

He doesn't say anything, I
mean, but I know he does,

and I don't want him
to be lonely.

I don't want
anyone to.

Buffy,

you know that if I have a
chance to make this up...

We're... Good here.

Let's just leave it.

Giles: I put it
here somewhere.

Oh, yes, yes.
That's it.

Could you, um, hang those up?
Thank you.

Buffy. So, uh,
so how was your night?

Sleepless, but no
human fatalities.

I... I found the ritual to revoke
the invitation to vampires.

Oh, thank goodness.

I actually had to
talk my grandmother

into switching cars
with me last night.

Um, the ritual's
very basic, actually.

It's just the recitation
of a few rhyming couplets,

burning of moss herbs,
sprinkling of holy water...

All stuff I have
in my house.

Hanging of
crosses...

I'm gonna have a hard time
explaining this to my dad.

You really think
it'll bother him?

Ira Rosenberg's
only daughter

nailing crucifixes
to her bedroom wall?

I have to go over
to Xander's house

just to watch a Charlie
brown Christmas every year.

I see your point.

Although
it is worthwhile

to see him do
the snoopy dance.

Willow, are you aware that there
are no fish in your aquarium?

You know, Cordelia, we've
already done your car.

Call it a night
if you want.

Right. Thanks.

And you know
I'd do the same for you

if you had
a social life.

Oh. This must be for you.

It's for you.

Mom.

Mrs. summers,
I need to talk to you.

You're angel.

Did Buffy tell you
about us?

She told me she wants
you to leave her alone.

I... I can't.
I can't do that.

You're scaring her.

You have to help me.

Joyce...

I... I need to
be with her.

You can convince her. You
have to convince her.

Look, I'm telling you
to leave her alone.

You have to talk to her
for me, Joyce.

Tell her I need her.

Please, look, I just
want to get inside, OK?

You don't understand,
Joyce.

I'll die without Buffy.

She'll die without me.

Are you
threatening her?

Please...

Why is she
doing this to me?

I'm calling
the police now.

I haven't been able to sleep
since the night we made love.

I need her.

I know you understand.

Just leave us alone.

"Hicce verbis...
Consensus rescissus est."

Sorry, angel.

I changed the locks.

Hello.

Ohh!

Hi.

You're working late.

Special project.

Oh.

I spoke to Buffy today.

Oh.

Yes?

She said
you missed me.

Well, she's...

A meddlesome girl.

Rupert...

OK, I don't want to say
anything if I'm wrong,

but I may have
some news.

Now, I need
to finish up here.

Could I see you later?

Y-yes, yes.

You could stop by
my house.

OK.

Good.

Sorry, honey...

We're closed.

What do you want?

Miss sunshine here tells
me you had a visit today,

but she worries.

She wants to know what you and
the mean teacher talked about.

Come on, come on...

That's it.

It's gonna work.

This... Will work.

Angel...

How did you
get in here?

I was invited.

The sign in front
of the school...

"formatia trans
sicere educatorum."

"Enter all ye
who seek knowledge."

Heh heh heh...

What can I say?

I'm a knowledge seeker.

Angel, I've got
good news.

I heard.

You went shopping at the
local boogedy-boogedy store.

The orb of Thesulah.

If memory serves,

this is supposed to summon a
person's soul from the ether...

Store it until
it can be transferred.

You know what I hate most
about these things?

Aah!

They're so damn fragile.

Must be that shoddy
gypsy craftsmanship, huh?

I never cease
to be amazed

how much the world has changed
in just 2 1/2 centuries.

It's a miracle to me.

You put the secrets to
restoring my soul in here...

It comes out here...

"The ritual
of restoration."

Wow.

This... this brings
back memories.

Wait. That's your...

Oh. My cure?

No, thanks.

Been there, done that,

and deja vu just isn't
what it used to be.

My... Isn't this
my lucky day.

The computer...

And the pages.

Looks like I get to kill
2 birds with one stone.

And teacher makes 3.

No!

Oh, good.

I need to work up
an appetite first.

Aah!

Heh heh heh heh heh!

Sorry, Jenny.

This is where
you get off.

Ahh...

I never get tired
of doing that.

Willow, good evening.

Hi. Come on in.

Here's the book.

Right.

I guess I should do
my apartment tonight.

The ritual go all right?

Oh, yeah.
It went fine.

Well, it went fine
until angel showed up

and told Buffy's mom
that he and Buffy had...

Well, you know,

that they had...

You know...

You do know,
right?

Oh, yes. Sorry.

Oh, good, 'cause
I just realized

that being
a librarian and all,

you maybe
didn't know.

Oh, thank you.
I got it.

You would have been
proud of her, though.

She totally
kept her cool.

OK, well, I'll tell
Buffy you stopped by.

Would you, um...

Perhaps
I should intervene

on Buffy's behalf
with her mother.

Maybe say something?

Sure.

Like,
what would you say?

W...

You will tell Buffy
I dropped by?

You bet.

That stuff with the
Latin and the herbs,

he's just real
superstitious.

Oh.

We just thought...

Was he the first?

No. Wait.

I don't
want to know.

I don't think
I want to.

Yeah.

He was the first.

I mean, the only.

He's older than you.

I know.

Too old, Buffy.

And he is obviously
not very stable.

I really wish...

I just thought you would
show more judgment.

He wasn't like this
before.

Are you in love
with him?

I was.

Were you careful?

Mom, this is...

Don't mom me, Buffy.

You don't get to
get out of this.

You had sex
with a boy

you didn't even see fit to
tell me you were dating.

I made a mistake.

Don't just say that to shut me up,
because I think you really did.

I know that!

I... I can't tell you
everything.

How about anything?

Buffy, you can shut
me out of your life.

I am pretty much
used to that.

But don't expect me to ever
stop caring about you,

because it's never
gonna happen.

I love you more than
anything in the world.

That would be
your cue to, uh,

roll your eyes and tell
me I'm grossing you out.

You're not.

Oh, well...

I guess that was
the talk.

So how'd it go?

I don't know.
It was my first.

Hello?

Jenny?

It's me.

Mr. Giles, I need to ask
you to come with us...

Just to answer
a few questions.

Of course.

Yes.

Procedure.

I need to make
a phone call...

If that's all right.

Angel: Passion is the source
of our finest moments:

The joy of love...

The clarity of hatred...

And the ecstasy of grief.

Giles, hey! We did the... the thing.
It worked.

Giles?

What?

No. No!

Noooo!

Where's Giles?

No luck. By the time
we got to the station,

the cops said
he'd already left.

I guess they just wanted
to ask him some questions.

Cordelia, will you drive
us to giles' house?

Of course.

But don't you think he
wants to be left alone?

I'm not worrying
about what he wants.

I'm worried about
what he's gonna do.

Hello?

Giles?

I guess Giles had a big
night planned tonight.

Giles didn't set this up.

Angel did.

This is the wrapping
for the gift.

Oh, man.

Poor Giles.

Look, all his weapons
are gone.

But I thought he kept
his weapons at the library.

No, those are his
everyday weapons.

These were
his good weapons,

the ones he breaks out when
company comes to visit.

Willow:
So he's not here.

Well, then where is he?

He'll go to
wherever angel is.

That means the factory,
right?

So Giles is gonna try
to kill angel then?

Well, it's about time
somebody did.

Xander!

I'm sorry, but let's not
forget I hated angel

long before you guys
jumped on the bandwagon.

So I think I deserve
a little something

for not saying "I told
you so" long before now.

And if Giles wants
to go after the fiend

that murdered
his girlfriend,

I say, "faster, pussycat.
Kill, kill."

Buffy: You're right.

Thank you.

There's only
one thing wrong

with giles' little
revenge scenario.

And what's that?

It's gonna get him
killed.

Spike: Are you insane?!

We're supposed
to kill the bitch,

not leave gag gifts
in her friends' beds.

But, spike,
the bad teacher

was going to restore
angel's soul.

And what if she did?

If you ask me, I find
myself preferring

the old Buffy-whipped
angelus.

This new, improved one is not
playing with a full sack.

I love a good slaughter

as much as
the next bloke,

but his little pranks
will only leave us

with one incredibly
brassed-off slayer.

Don't worry,
roller boy.

I've got everything
under control.

Jeez, whatever happened
to wooden stakes?

Uh-uh-uh. No fair
going into the ring

unless he tags you
first.

All right.
You've had your fun.

But you know what
it's time for now?

My fun.

Unh! Unh!

Gonna let your old man
just burn?

Why did you come here?!

This wasn't your fight!

Are you trying to
get yourself killed?

You can't leave me.

I can't do this alone.

Angel: It hurts sometimes
more than we can bear.

If we could live
without passion,

maybe we'd know
some kind of peace,

but we would be hollow.

Empty rooms...

Shuttered and dank.

Without passion,

we'd be truly dead.

In my years as
a watcher...

I've buried
too many people.

But Jenny was the first
I've loved.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I couldn't
kill him for you,

for her,

when I had
the chance.

Buffy: I wasn't ready...

But I think
I finally am.

Hi.

Principal Snyder asked me
to fill in for Ms. calendar

until the new computer
science teacher arrives.

So I'm just gonna stick
to the lesson plan she left.

Buffy: I can't hold
on to the past anymore.

Angel is gone.

Nothing's ever
gonna bring him back.

Grr! Arrggh!