Buffy the Vampire Slayer (1996–2003): Season 3, Episode 4 - Beauty and the Beasts - full transcript

"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."

"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..."

OK. Uh, maybe we should try
a less stimulating passage.

Private Harris reporting
for oz watch.

Xander! Oh, good.



Oh. "Call of the wild."

Aren't we reading the cliff's
notes to this for English?

Some of us are.

Anyway, it'll
help you stay awake.

It's good
and very wolfy.

It seems to soothe
the savage beast.

Except for the parts
about rabbits.

Rabbis?

It seems to make him
a little overexcited.

OK. Now, he's had
his 2:00 feeding,

and after sunrise, if he
forgets where his clothes are,

they're on top of the
file cabinet in his cage.

I put those towels
up for privacy.

Uh, no worries. I can
handle the oz "full Monty."



I mean, not handle-handle,
like hands-to-flesh handle.

OK. Well,
it's not for you.

It's for me because I'm still
getting used to half a Monty.

Oh. Good.

Half? You and oz?
Which half?

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 woofer.

But in case there's
trouble... there won't be,

but if...

Sleepy time.
Gotcha.

Thanks again
for doing this.

I wouldn't have asked,
but I have this test.

No big. You can
count on me.

I got my coffee,
magazines.

Figured I'd read, maybe run the
stairs over there a little bit.

I'm good.

Bye.

Nice place.

Do you ever catch kids
doing the diddy out here?

No. There's a smooch
spot up by the woods.

That's usually
where kids go.

Yeah? Bet you and Scott have been
up there kicking the gearshift.

Hardly.

Only been on
a few dates.

But you like him, and
when you think about him,

you get that good,
down-low tickle, right?

Yeah, I guess,
but...

How low?

You tell me.

How about not?

But he is... nice,
and he's funny.

And quite a muffin.

Blueberry. That crunchy,
munchy stuff on top.

But my most favorite
thing so far

is that he doesn't seem to
be any kind of hell beast.

All men are
beasts, Buffy.

OK. I was hoping to
not get that cynical

till I was
at least 40.

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 chase.

Aah! Aah! Aah!

I don't think
that's true,

that every guy is in it
only for the chase.

I know. It is an awful
generalization.

Scott:
Hey, Buffy.

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

OK. Hey.

Howdy, Debbie.

Hi, oz. Hey, you're not
doing jazz band this year?

Oh, can't take
the pressure.

It's not the music that's
hard, it's the marching.

We have a marching
jazz band?

Yeah, but since the best
jazz is improvisational,

we'd be going off in all
directions, banging into floats.

Scary.

He's just being oz.

Pretty much
full-time.

Those are
pretty flowers.

Thanks. Pete brought
them for me.

Yeah. Well,
I'm sure Scott

does that kind of stuff
for you, too, Buffy.

Well, we're not
up to flowers.

Are we?
Up to flowers?

Did I miss
flowers?

No. We're pre-posy.
Definitely.

What time is it? Oh, I have to go see Mr.
Platt today.

Platt? The school
counselor?

I get to convince him that I'm little
miss stable so I can stay in school.

Platt creeps me out. I
would totally quit going,

but I'm flunking
senior bio,

and my teacher says
I have success issues.

Senior bio?

I kind of aced
that final.

And how did you
do that?

Oh, right.
You showed up.

If you want my notes,
they're yours.

Thanks.
That'd be great.

Buffy:
We'd better go.

I'll see you?
Yep.

We have to recheck every
possible exit Avenue.

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

Right.

It's good to see you.
Um, no need to panic.

Just a thought...
Poker, not your game.

What's the deal,
Giles?

Now, bear in mind,
most likely, there is no deal,

but if... if there
was a deal,

then it would concern
murder last night.

A male student
was found in the woods.

Which student?

Jeff Orkin.

Jeff? He was...

I knew him.

I'm afraid he was
terribly mauled.

Now, much as I hate
to think it,

it could be
the handiwork of...

Me.

Wolf-you,
not you-you.

Xander:
But it's not.

Not wolf-you,
not you-you.

The room was secured,
the gate was locked,

and the window
unbreakable, and...

Open.

Oh, god.

Not to freak. I rested
my eyes now and then.

That's all.

How long...

Exactly did you
rest your eyes for?

A little now,
a little then,

but I never heard oz leave, and he
was here in the morning when I, um...

When i...

Woke up!

You could put it that way if
you want to, Mr. technical.

Oh, god.

2:00.

Miss summers.

Buffy summers,
reporting for sanity.

Look... I know that I have to
do this, and I'll cooperate,

and I'll look at your ink
blots and everything,

but I don't want to talk about
my life or my childhood

or anything, for that
matter, actually.

And... I don't want
to be friends here.

We're not
gonna be friends.

You have friends
already, I hope.

Friends are
a good thing. Mm-hmm.

They like you,
agree with you,

tell you what
you want to hear.

That's not what
you need right now.

What you need is a trained,
not-too-crazy professional

who will always give you
his honest opinion.

Which I offer you.

Have a seat.

Not too crazy? Those
are your credentials?

Look, Buffy,

any person... grown-up,
shrink, pope...

Any person who claims
to be totally sane

is either lying
or not very bright.

I mean, everyone
has problems.

Everybody has
demons, right?

Gotta say I'm with you on that.

Excellent.

So, the hope I bring you
is demons can be fought.

People can change.
You can change.

Now, your turn. Let's start
with why you ran away.

That's a long story.

Bore me.

You know,
I'm really over it.

I'm moving on,
I feel good,

I'm even dating
someone new.

All good things.

But still, you're bringing me
in at the end of the movie.

I was
dating someone.

It... it ended badly.

My mom and I
were fighting,

and I kind of
freaked.

Tell me more about this
guy, the bad-ending guy.

He was my first...

I loved him,

and then he...

Changed.

Yeah.

He got mean.

Yes.

And you didn't
stop loving him.

Look, lots of people
lose themselves in love.

It's no shame. They
write songs about it.

The hitch is,
you can't stay lost.

Sooner or later, you have
to get back to yourself.

And if you can't?

If you can't...

Well, love becomes
your master,

and you're
just its dog.

I'm afraid to ask.

Oz ate someone
last night.

He did not!

Oz does not eat people.
It's more werewolf play.

You know, I bat you around a
little bit, like a cat toy.

I have harmless
wolf fun.

Is it oz's fault that,
you know, side effect,

people get cut to ribbons, and maybe
then he'll take a little nibble and...

I'm not helping, am I?

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

Or maybe there's another
werewolf roaming the woods.

Perhaps. Perhaps
it's something else entirely.

It's OK.

We'll work together,
and we'll figure this out.

Yes.
Um... Buffy.

You patrol
the woods.

The others, check
out the morgue.

Right. We can see if it's
a werewolf kill or not.

But what about oz?

Um... well, I have some research
materials at home I need to look at.

Uh... we could ask faith
to watch over him.

What, you're having
a slayer watch me?

Oh, good we're
not overreacting.

OK. You know that
thing where you bail

in the middle of an
upsetting conversation?

I have to do that.

It's kind of
dramatic, I know,

but... sometimes, it's
a necessary guy thing.

And I want you
to do the guy thing,

but...

Oz?

Get away
from the cage.

What?

It's gonna
happen soon.

Get away from me.

Uuh!

Oh, god.

Here. Hold this.

Aah!

God!

We're doing crime here. You
don't sneak up during crime.

God, have a... OK!

Scarred for life.
Oh, god.

Willow, how
can you stand it?

Yeah, wil. I mean, this
guy's pretty barf-worthy.

Can't we be elsewhere? You know,
is oz cleared or what, huh?

I'm not sure. I mean, there
are a lot of incised wounds,

but they could be
from anything.

Anything with big, sharp
teeth and vicious...

Do you want to go back
to the car and wait?

No. God.
I'm just saying...

Almost done. Let me just get a
few stray hairs from the body.

They could be
from the attacker.

Great. So we got
everything we need?

Yep. That's it.

Oh!

OK. Uh... little too much
excitement for the Wilster here.

Doesn't look good
for oz, does it?

It really doesn't.

This guy was ripped apart
by a big, wild animal.

Oh!

Oh! Uh, Buffy.
Are you OK?

What are you
doing here?

Uh, bleeding internally,
but I'll live.

God, I'm sorry. I guess
I didn't hear you.

Figured as much.
Ow again. Uh...

Actually, I came to give you
the rest of the night off.

Get out of jail free, huh?
How come?

Couldn't sleep.

Figured I'd, uh, cram
for my French test.

That's cool. I was going
kind of crazy in here,

but I can get in a few
stakings before sunrise.

Knock yourself out.

Not literally, though.

Faith:
Yeah. Later.

Hey.

Hmm. Hello.

Oh. Boy.

Faith and her
nutty books.

Exploring demon
dimensions...

And
mystery of acathla.

Yeah. And she still listens to heavy metal.
Freaky deaky.

Buffy?

What if...
I told you that...

I had a dream
about angel,

and, um, it brought up
some questions?

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.

I dreamt that
he came back.

Of course.

After Jenny
was killed,

I had dreams that
she was still alive,

that I saved her.

This was vivid.

Really vivid.

Three dimensional, Sensurround,
the hills are alive.

Do you believe
it was a prophecy?

No.

I don't know.

I... I guess it just...
It made me wonder.

Is there a chance even?
Could it happen?

There's no record of anyone
returning from a demon dimension

once the gate
was closed.

I can't imagine how it
could happen or why.

Let's just pretend
for a second that...

Angel somehow found his
way back to sunnydale.

What would he be like?

I really can't say.

From what is known
about that dimension,

it would suggest a world
of brutal torment.

And time moves quite
differently there, so...

I remember.

So he would have been down
there for hundreds of years...

Yes.

Of torture.

It would take someone of
extraordinary will and character

to survive that and retain
any semblance of self.

Most likely,
he'd be a monster.

A lost cause.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

In my experience, there
are two types of monster.

The first
can be redeemed,

or more importantly,
wants to be redeemed.

And the second type?

The second is
void of humanity...

Cannot respond
to reason or love.

I thought faith
was on duty.

Oh, hey.
Change of plans.

Glazed or cake?

It's fun to watch
them make them.

They use this
spritzy thing,

and they drop the
batter into this...

Couldn't sleep, huh?

I've been
at Mr. Donut

since the TV did
that snowy thing.

How come you're
the wakey girl?

I mean, this time, it's
not your boyfriend

who's the
cold-blooded...

Jelly doughnut?

Everything all right?

Yeah.

What happened with the
inspection of the body?

Anyone? They're
yummy, delicious.

Willow, come on.
Was it werewolf?

Was it a vampire?

It wasn't
conclusive.

How could it
not be conclusive?

What did it look like?
Was he bit?

Let her
finish, Buffy.

It's just...

I'm sorry.

Buffy. Over here.

Hey.

Hey. Uh...

I can't... I can't
back you on that lunch.

Nutritional demerits.

Oh. My stomach doesn't
want hard food today.

But there's fruit
in it.

Those are
marshmallows.

Oh.

I'm... I'm really
out of it today.

I didn't sleep well
last night.

Just don't tell Mr. platt
you have insomnia.

He'll make you start
a dream journal.

What's that...
Like a Barbie thing?

Dear dream journal, how
come Ken hasn't come around

since he got
that earring?

I never did it.
He's a quack.

I kind of
liked him.

Really? I guess he's
kind of funny and stuff.

Sometimes I just don't
like the things he says.

He definitely marches to the
beat of his own drummer.

Actually, I think
he makes his own drums.

My mom says that therapy
can be completely helpful.

Yeah, but your mom
has the wattage

of a zippo lighter,
Scott.

I hope you realize I don't
actually know these people.

I thought you would like me
better if I had friends,

so I hired them.

So...

I, uh, I wanted to tell you
that you look great today.

But now I want to
raise that to amazing

because you didn't
sleep well.

Uh... that's really
sweet. Um...

And I wish I didn't
have to,

but I just remembered that I
do, so I'll see you later.

Uh, yeah.

Check out Scotty liking the
manic-depressive chick.

Angel?

Do you understand me?

Debbie, come on.
Just for a minute.

I can't. I have to
meet a friend.

So you'll be late
but happy.

Ha ha ha!

No, no.
Let's stay here.

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

What is that?

Nothing. Kiss me.

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

Drink it?
You know I didn't.

Debbie, what's going on?

2:00. Buffy summers,
right?

Wait. Don't
turn around, OK?

And don't say anything.

Just listen. I mean,
that's your thing, right?

There's something going on.

I mean, this whole entire story
is probably gonna convince you

that I'm loony-bin
material,

but... there's nobody else
that I can talk to...

Not Willow and not Giles...
Nobody.

If they found out,
they'd freak on me

or they'd do something,

and...

I need help.

I just... I need to talk
to someone.

I'm so scared.

It's this guy. He...

He's come back.

So the bottle just
jumped out of the cabinet

and spilled on its own.

Of course not. I was
trying to get rid of it.

You were trying
to get rid of it?

To help you. You
know how you get.

You think this has anything
to do with how I get?

Well, when you
drink it...

When I drink it? Nothing,
Debbie, nothing!

I don't need this
anymore, OK?

I am way, way past
that now. You see?

You see?

No more.

You could pour out everything
I made, and it wouldn't help.

And you want to know why?

You want to know why?
Because all it takes now

is you, Debbie...

You and your stupid,
grating voice!

Aah!

Aah!

You're the reason I started the
formulas in the first place...

To be the man
you wanted.

And you
pay me back how?

By whoring around with other
guys and taunting me!

No, I don't!
I don't even look!

Uh!

Is that something your
shrink taught you, Debbie?

Huh? Huh? To share?

To communicate?
To piss me off? Uh!

Well, guess what.

Even he's not going to listen to
your pathetic ramblings anymore.

I am all you've got
now, Debbie.

Do you hear me?

I am all you've got!

Oh, my god.

Hey, Debbie.

Hey, listen.

You know you shouldn't
make me mad.

Huh? You know
what happens.

Debbie, please.
Are you all right?

It's OK.

It's OK.

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.

Which means that
he was killed during the day.

Yes!

Sorry. I got...
I've just been...

It's horrible,
horrible.

It's OK, wil.

We're all glad
oz is off the hook.

Indeed.

Shouldn't he be here by now?
Sunset's at 5:30.

Sorry I'm late.

Did you bring
the notes?

Yeah. Um...

You OK?

What? Oh, yeah.
I'm such a klutz.

I, um, oh...

Fell down,
hit your eye?

Doorknob.

Um... thanks.

Hey, um...

If you want to
talk...

Thanks again
for the notes.

Yeah.

Our task now
is to determine

what sort of killer
we are dealing with.

Clearly, we're looking for a
depraved, sadistic animal.

Present.

I may be a cold-blooded
jelly doughnut,

but my timing
is impeccable.

But you aren't. It's a
kill-in-the-day monster.

100% for sure.

OK.

I wish we had time
to celebrate properly.

However, we have two
victims...

Jeff Orkin and now platt.

Maybe there's something
they had in common.

Missing internal
organs.

Besides that.

Debbie. Well, victim
number one... Jeff.

He was in jazz band
with us.

They used to
horse around.

They were screwing?

I don't think so,
but he hid

her music comp
book once.

And we know
that Debbie knew platt.

She was seeing him and way vocal
about not having love for the guy.

Add this and stir. I just
saw Debbie a minute ago

sporting a nasty
black eye.

OK, so pretend Debbie
wanted platt dead.

Maybe he fought back.

No.

Platt was dead
in an instant.

He didn't even drop
his cigarette.

Now, what if boyfriend Pete is the
one doling out the punishment?

We should find them
both immediately.

Debbie was in the
quad a minute ago.

All right.
We'll split up.

Faith, you and I team.
Willow, stick with Buffy.

And I'll...
Go lock myself in the cage.

It's tricky, covering
a fresh shiner like that.

You know what works?

What?

Don't get hit.

What's going on,
Debbie?

I'll bet the farm
you know.

You're wrong.
I don't know anything.

Normally, I'd say, "you want to
play 'i have a secret'? Fine."

But people
are dying here.

It...

It's not his fault.

I mean, he's not himself
when he gets like this.

You mean Pete.

It's me.
I make him crazy.

He just does what he does
because he loves me too much.

But weren't Mr. platt and
Jeff murdered by an animal?

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

I... I've got to go.

You have to talk
to us.

We can't help you
until you do.

I didn't ask
for your help.

When are you
going to?

If Pete kills you, it'll
pretty much be too late.

Debbie, we're
running out of time.

Aah!

Where can we
find him?

I don't know.

You're lying.

What if I am? What are you
going to do about it?

Wrong question.

Look at yourself.

Why are you
protecting him?

Anybody who really loved you
couldn't do this to you.

Would they
take him someplace?

Probably.

I could never
do that to him.

I'm his everything.

Great. So while you two live
out your "Grimm" fairy tale,

two people are dead.

Who's gonna be next?

Since when do you
touch my girl?

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

Well, I guess
you didn't think about that

when you put the moves
on Debbie!

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

About this cage?

When that sun sets...

You won't be alive
to see it.

I'm serious. Something's
gonna happen

that you probably
won't believe.

Or you might.

He does love me.
He does love me.

This is useless.

We have to go.
I have to find Pete.

He does love me.

Come on.

He does love me.

I think we broke her.

I think she was
broken before this.

Did you kiss that whore?
Huh? Did she like it?

Time's up.

Rules change.

Aah!

Aah! Uh!

What was that?

Get the dart gun!
Got it!

Pete, watch out!
Ow!

Oh! Sorry.

Oh, right.
Bloody priceless.

You get the wolf.
Got it.

Pete.
You're all right!

God, you're all right.

She almost shot you.
Did you see?

I stopped her.

You have to leave, get out of sunnydale.
She knows.

How did she know,
Debbie?

Did you run
your big mouth?

No. She just knew. It
seemed like she just knew.

So you filled in
the blanks!

No!

No!

But what did I expect
from a screwup like you?

I... I didn't...
Pete...

You're nothing
but a waste of space.

No!

Aah!
Aah!

Oh, god.

Where's the gun?

Where's the gun?

Get off her!

Get the gun!
Get the gun! Hurry!

Uh!

All the same.
You're all the same.

Buffy?

Buffy.

It's all over school, what
happened with Debbie and Pete...

Except for the
Pete-was-a-monster part.

Yeah. A freshman
told me

that Pete had eight iced cafe
mochas and just lost it.

That's better than
the estrogen theory.

I heard he took all of his
mother's birth-control pills.

He didn't?
Pete was a monster?

Where have I been?

In your special place, cor,
which is why I adore you.

So what's
the true story?

What happened?

Willow: We got ahold of
Pete's lab books and stuff,

and Mr. science was doing
a Jekyll/Hyde deal.

He was afraid Debbie
was gonna leave him,

so he mixed this potion
to become super mas macho.

The only thing was,
after a while,

he didn't need the potion
to turn into a bad guy.

He did it just fine
on his own.

So it was like
a real killing.

He wasn't under
the influence of anything?

Just himself.

Uh...

I'll see
you guys later.

Great. Now I'm going to be stuck
with serious thoughts all day.

I don't know what
to say that's...

Not gonna sound
stupid or obvious.

I've been friends
with them both

since before
we started school.

Is there anything
I can do?

Thanks. I'm
going to be OK.

It's just that you
never really know

what's going on
inside somebody...

Do you?

I mean, you think if
you care about them...

But you never
really do.

"Night came on,"

and a full moon rose
high over the trees,

lighting the land till it lay
bathed in ghostly day.

And the strain of the primitive
remained alive and active.

Faithfulness and devotion, things
born of fire and roof were his,

yet he retained his wildness
and wiliness.

And from the depths
of the forest,

"a call still sounded."

Grr! Arg!