Buffy the Vampire Slayer (1996–2003): Season 4, Episode 8 - Pangs - full transcript

I was thinking
of asking out Buffy.

I've never courted anyone
like Buffy before.

I don't think I've ever met
anyone like Buffy before.

Uh, Buffy...

Previously on
Buffy the vampire slayer.

Big bad is back,
and this time...

The slayer...
Set me up too!

- Situation?
- Gentlemen, suit up. We have a code red.

Hostile 17 has escaped.

Fail to recapture it,
and everything we worked for...

- the initiative itself... could end tonight.
- Nobody's failing on my watch.



My implant? The implant works.
Hostile 17 can't harm...

Any living creature in any way
without intense neurological pain.

You're a little peculiar.

I can live with that.

Oh!

Looking for me?

Holy... what do you want?

Uhh! Hey!

Look who's home.

Slayer.

Why don't you just go back
where you came from?

Things were great
before you came.

And they say one person
can't make a difference.

Of all
the duties of a Dean,



one of the most pleasant is to
see a colleague realize a dream.

Ladies, gentlemen,
students,

I present to you
professor Gerhardt

of the anthropology
department.

When I first realized

we were outgrowing
our current cultural center,

I was concerned.

Then I realized

it was like seeing
one's child grow up

and move on
to better things.

In this case,

a spacious new facility
to be built on this site...

Look at him.

Have you ever seen
anything so masculine?

You mean Guerrero
or his wife?

I think she means...

Oh. Very manly.

Not at all village people.

So much sexier than the outfit
from his last job.

Oh, I miss the free
hot dogs on sticks.

I'm imagining having sex
with him right now.

And that's why
it's appropriate

that the ground-breaking for the uc
sunnydale cultural partnership center

is taking place so soon
before Thanksgiving.

Because that's what
the melting pot is about...

Contributions
from all cultures,

making our culture
stronger.

What a load
of horse hooey.

We have a counterpoint?

Yeah. Thanksgiving isn't about
blending of 2 cultures.

It's about one culture
wiping out another.

And then they make
animated specials

about the part where, with the maize
and the big, big belt buckles.

They don't show you
the next scene,

where all the bison die

and Squanto takes a musket
ball in the stomach.

Okay. Now, for some of that, you
were channeling your mother?

Well, yeah, sort of.

That's why she doesn't celebrate
Thanksgiving or Columbus day...

You know, the destruction
of the indigenous peoples.

I know it sounds
a little overwrought,

but really,
she's... She's right.

Yeah. I guess I never really
thought about it that way.

With mom at aunt Darlene's
this year,

I'm not getting
a Thanksgiving.

Maybe it's just as well.

Well, I think
that's a shame.

I love
a ritual sacrifice.

It's not really
a one of those.

To commemorate
a past event,

you kill and eat
an animal.

It's a ritual sacrifice,
with pie.

And thus,
a symbolic beginning.

What's she doing?

Xander said
he was going to dig.

I want to see
Xander dig.

That part's
just ceremonial.

Well, it bites.

She's not rippling at all.

Oh. Look, there he goes.

Look at him.

Very... Diggy.

Soon he'll be sweating.

I'm imagining having sex
with him again.

Imaginary Xander
is quite the machine.

Uhh!

What happened?

Ow.

Hey, buddy! You all right?

Hey, don't move!

I'm okay!

I'm, uh...
I'm okay!

All right.
We'll get you some help.

Where am I okay?

While they were
pulling Xander out,

I heard a couple of the anthro
professors talking about it.

Man, were they excited.

It's the old
sunnydale mission,

which everyone
thought was lost.

Huh?

Is there something
out there?

Hmm? Oh. No.

I'm sorry.
A lost mission.

I mean, a hairbrush
I can understand.

And by the way,

I will find that and
get that back to you.

But how do you lose
a mission?

Huge earthquake in 1812.

Everyone just assumed
the mission was leveled.

Instead, they built
right over it.

It's like what happened
in the thirties

with that church
the master was in.

Doesn't it make you wonder
what else is there,

like, right under our feet?

Mostly, I've just found
sewers full of demons.

Oh, right.

Man, it's crazy out there.

Mm-hmm. Post-midterm frenzy.

And the holiday.
Everyone's going home.

It looks like a lot
of lucky moms

are gonna be getting brimming
baskets of dirty laundry.

It's so not fair.

I mean, they all get
a family holiday

just because they can go
home to their families.

Hmm, it's a turvy-Topsy world.

You know what?

I should have
my own Thanksgiving.

I can cook the meal,
just like my mom does.

Have all you guys over.

It'll be great.

Buffy, earlier you agreed
with me about Thanksgiving.

It's a sham.
It's all about death.

It is a sham,

but it's a sham
with yams.

It's a yam sham.

You're not gonna jokey-rhyme
your way out of this one.

I know...
But I want it.

It's like
professor Walsh

was saying about
sense memory.

I smell
a roasting Turkey,

and I'm 8 years old.

I liked having that
to look forward to.

Everything's
different now.

Well, I suppose there
could be slight yams.

I mean, we could definitely
use a little comfort food.

I bet Giles doesn't
have any plans.

And Xander always tries to avoid
all of his family gatherings.

Ooh. We could
not invite Anya.

I don't know.

She and Xander seem
pretty tight lately.

Grumble grumble.

Look, pilgrims aside,

isn't that the whole
point of Thanksgiving...

Everybody has
a place to go?

Man, I'm beat.

We'll do one more sweep,
then cash it in.

I gotta pack tonight.
You got a flight?

Wednesday night.

Professor Walsh wants me
here for the debriefing.

That's a pretty short
Thanksgiving.

Hey, with a hostile
on the loose,

we're lucky to be
going home at all.

It's neutered.
The implant works great.

He can't hurt
a single living thing.

As long as he knows
about the initiative,

he's a threat.

We do this
the professor's way.

Mama's boy.

That's a nasty cough.

You might need to spend
the weekend in quarantine.

Oh, no.
I'm done coughing.

I just don't want anyone
getting sick.

Xander, what
are you doing?

You're supposed
to be digging.

I went to watch you
digging,

and you weren't
there doing it.

I'm going now.

Just... Kinda tough
getting going today.

Your head is moist.

Oh! You're sick.

Well, you can't
go to work.

Uh.

Oh. Anya?

You're pasty and wet
and disgusting.

They can dig
without you.

Look...

I don't really
feel that bad.

I inflicted a lot of
putrefying diseases on men

when I was
an avenging demon,

and you look like you're
getting all of them.

Okay.

I'll stay.

But you should go.

You could catch it.

We'll die together.

It's romantic.

Let me get
your trousers off.

You're a strange
girlfriend.

I'm a girlfriend?

Uh... There's a chance
I'm delirious.

Ah, yes.

Well, whatever it is
that's making you sick,

so far, I like it.

It's a very exciting
opportunity.

I can't wait to go
down there myself.

It's just... Well,

it means we're going to have to
start looking for a new location.

No, it's really
up to the Dean.

I just hope this doesn't
cost us another year.

Okay. Talk to you later.

I'll never get
used to this.

One day, she's at
the friendship ceremony.

The next day,
she's on the news.

The coroner's office said
she was missing an ear.

So I'm thinking,

maybe we're looking
for a witch.

There's some
great spells

that work much better
with an ear in the mix.

That's one
fun little hobby

you've got there,
wil.

Or... Or maybe
an ear-harvesting demon

that... it's, like,
building another demon

completely out of ears.

Or... Ooh. Thought.

We're just assuming someone
else cut off the ear.

What if it was
self-inflicted,

like Van gogh?

So... She brutally
stabbed herself,

dumped the body,

then cut off
her own ear?

No. She cut off her ear,
then killed herself,

then dumped the body...

I'm really off my game,
aren't I?

Yeah.

Wait. Something's
missing from this case.

"Early 1800
Chumash knife."

There's a picture.

What's it look like?

Pretty darn scary.

It was more like a riot
than a Ralph's.

I thought I was going to have to
use slayer moves on this one woman

who was completely hoarding
the pumpkin pie filling.

And at some point,

you are going to tell me
about the murder?

Oh, right.

The knife was some sort
of Indian artifact.

Chumash, I think.

That's all we got.

Oh, Chumash Indians.

They were indigenous
to this whole area.

That's interesting.

Then, of course,

the murder weapon might have
just been a convenient choice.

Uh-uh. There was a big ol'
scissors lying right there.

That knife was picked
for a reason.

Do you even own
a Turkey pan?

Tell me again why we're not
doing this at your house.

Giles, if you would like to
get by in American society,

then you are going to have
to follow our traditions.

You're
the patriarch.

You have to host
the festivities,

or it's all meaningless.

And this is in no way
an elaborate scheme

to stick me
with the cleanup?

How about that
ceremonial knife, huh?

Pretty juicy piece of
clueage, don't you think?

Yes, all right.

I'll look into
the Chumash connection

and see if there's any ritual
significance to the ear removal.

Thank you.

You all right?

Yeah. Uh...

I still need to pick up
a few things,

so I'll check in.

And keep your hands
off the food.

Oh, I'll try and
restrain myself

from eating uncooked
potatoes and Cranberries.

So, what do you think?

She sounds good.

Kind of intense about
this Thanksgiving thing.

I think perhaps
she's a little lonely,

but I meant
about the murder.

Whatever killed the woman
in the museum,

that's probably the danger.

Yeah, well, this danger,

your friend has some ominous
vision about Buffy.

It's all terribly vague.

I mean, there are other things
happening on this campus.

Well, maybe I'm wrong,
but I gotta try something.

I can't just keep watching.

I'm glad that you're
watching out for her,

but I feel I should remind
you that she's not helpless

and it's not your job
to keep her safe.

It's not yours
anymore, either.

Are you going
to walk away?

All right.

But I feel
we should tell her.

I don't like
keeping this secret.

No. If she knew
I was here,

it would distract her.

It could
get her hurt.

I don't want
to get in the way.

Um, I'm assuming that there's some
connection to the old mission.

Something is angry
about being disturbed.

Or maybe
it was trapped there,

and now it's released.

Something that has a fondness
for ancient weapons.

You know father Gabriel?

No.

He knows the history of
this place pretty well.

His family dates back
to mission times.

He might be able
to fill in some blanks.

Okay. Well, I'll see
about contacting him.

Where are you going?

To watch her.

It's not fair.

You know
that's what she'd say.

You can see her,
but she can't see you?

Believe me, I'm not getting
the good half of this deal.

To be on the outside
looking in at what I can't...

Well, I'd forgotten
how bad it feels.

But you have whipped cream.

I saw it
in giles's fridge.

But that's whipped cream
in a canister.

Look, it's only right
if you whip it yourself.

Hey, and then later,
we can churn our own butter

and make sweaters
out of sheep.

Okay. It's the last thing.
I promise.

Besides, I have
an appointment

with that priest
that Giles called about.

He thinks he might have
some information.

Buffy?

Hey, Buffy.

Riley. Where'd
you come from?

I didn't see you
at all.

Oh, just across
the street...

And a couple
of blocks down.

Hey, Willow.

Hi.

Well, I'm just gonna
let you two...

Look, they're selling coffee
in the coffee shop.

Yum.

Oh! Angel...

Evil!
You're all evil again.

I'm not evil.
I'm here to help Buffy.

What's going on?

My friend had a vision.
Buffy's in danger.

So tell her.
Help her.

If she sees me,
it'll be worse.

See, I don't get that.

All this "leaving for
her own good" garbage.

Because
that's what it is.

You can't just give up
because there's obstacles.

What kind...

Willow.

Sorry. My stuff.

You know how
I feel about her.

If there was any way...

Yeah. I know.

It's just... Everything's
different now.

Hey, is Cordelia really
working for you?

'Cause that's gotta
be a special experience.

Of all the people
you could've hired.

Willow, I'm here
to protect Buffy.

I don't have a whole lot of
time for personal stuff.

Right. Well,
how can I help?

Well, if you can
just tell me...

Who's that guy?

It'll be just like
it was when I was a kid.

Only without me
building a fort

out of my
mashed potatoes.

Sounds like fun.

It will be.

Um, you know, if you don't
already have plans...

You should come.

I'm a great cook...
In theory.

I've eaten a lot.

That sounds so great,

but I'm outta here
tonight.

I caught a last-minute flight
back to Iowa.

Iowa.

That's one of the ones
in the middle, right?

My folks are there.

We always do Thanksgiving
at my grandparents' house.

A little farm
outside Huxley.

Sounds nice.

It is.

After dinner,
we all go for a walk

down by the river
with the dogs.

There's trees and...

And I know
what you're thinking.

It's like I grew up
in a Grant wood painting.

Exactly. If I knew
who that was.

Just a guy who painted stuff that
looked like where I grew up.

Well, have fun
at the homestead.

Always do.

What's the line?

Home's the place that,
when you have to go there...

They have
to take you in.

Get out.

But, baby, this is
where I belong.

Out. I mean it.

I've been doing
a lot of reading,

and I'm in control
of my own power now,

so we're through.

You don't mean that.

Yes, I do.

I...I do.

I mean it a lot.

See?

I knew you'd end up
welcoming me back

with open... Arms.

No. I'm powerful,

and I'm beautiful,

and I don't need you
to complete me.

And you're mean.

You had that
in our bed?

Do you know how
dangerous that is?

Let's find out.

You wouldn't do it.

You did it to me,
remember?

All right.

All right, I'll go.
Just...

What?

Can I have
someone to eat?

Father Gabriel?

Father Gabriel?

Father?

Are you out here?

God.

You can't stop me.

You're very wrong
about that.

Yaugh!

I am vengeance.

I am my people's cry.

They call for Hus,

for the avenging spirit
to carve out justice.

They tell you to start
an ear collection?

You slaughtered
my people.

Now you kill
their spirit.

This is a great day
for you.

It's clear we're dealing
with a spirit of some kind.

It's very common
for Indian spirits

to change to animal form.

It's plenty uncommon for me
to freeze up during a fight.

I mean, I had the guy,

I was ready for the
take-down, and I stopped.

And native American.

Sorry?

We don't say "Indian."

Oh, right. Yes, yes.

Um, always behind
on the terms.

Still trying not
to refer to you lot

as "bloody colonials."

And the thing is,

I like my evil
like I like my men...

Evil.

You know, "straight up,
black hat",

"tied
to the train tracks,

"soon my electro-ray will
destroy Metropolis" bad.

Not all mixed up
with guilt

and the destruction of
an indigenous culture.

This spirit warrior...
Hus, you called him...

Has killed innocent people.

Okay. You know what?

We need to boil those and
put them through the ricer.

I don't think
I have a ricer.

You don't have
a ricer?

What do you mean?

How could someone
not have a ricer?

Well, do you
have one at home?

I don't know.
What's a ricer?

We'll mash them with forks,

much like the pilgrims
must have.

Did you catch the part
about the innocent people?

Yes. Okay? And I do
want to stop him.

I'd just like to find a
non-slayee way to do it.

Hey.

Hey.

Peas?

Peas.

These are frozen.

What's all that?

Atrocities.

I got the full poop
on the Chumash Indians

and our fabulous
buried mission.

You said you were going
to get fresh ones.

Atrocities?

Peas. They come
in little pods.

You were going
to shell them.

I didn't have time.

I was busy reading
about the Chumash war.

The Chumash were peaceful.

Oh, they were peaceful,
all right.

They were fluffy indigenous
kittens, till we came along.

They're gonna be mushy.

They won't be mushy.

I like mushy peas.

You're the reason

we had to have pilgrims
in the first place.

So what happened
to the Chumash?

How about imprisonment,
forced labor,

herded like animals
into a mission

full of bad
European diseases.

Boy.

Cultural partnership center really
didn't stress any of that stuff.

Not even a diorama.

And it gets better.

The few Chumash who tried
to rebel were hanged.

And when a group was accused
of stealing cattle,

they were killed...

Men, women,
and children.

And for proof to bring
back to their accusers...

They cut off their ears?

So Hus wasn't kidding about
the rightful vengeance routine.

He's recreating all the wrongs
done to his people.

And it's up to us
to stop him.

Yes, but after dinner,
right?

Are you sure we shouldn't
be helping him?

No, I think perhaps we won't
help the angry spirit

with his rape
and pillage and murder.

Well, okay, no, but we should be
helping him redress his wrongs.

Bring the atrocities
to light.

If the history books are full of
them, I'd say they already are.

Giving
his land back.

It's not exactly
ours to give.

I don't think
you wanna help.

I think you just wanna
slay the demon, then go...

♪ La la la ♪

And I think your sympathy for
his plight has blinded you

to certain urgent facts.

We have to stop this thing.

Okay, unfeeling guy.

Willow, that's not fair.

I have to baste.

Willow, i...

I have reason to believe
Buffy herself

may be in particular danger
from this menace.

You mean...

Angel?
I saw him, too.

That's not terribly
stealthy of him.

I think he's
lost his edge.

But Buffy doesn't know.

Oh, no,
not a peep.

Well, that's good,
but this is why I think

we should all keep
a level head in this.

And I happen to think
mine is the level head,

and yours is the one
things would roll off of.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Xander.

You look like
death.

Are you okay?

You didn't bring rolls?

The doctor couldn't figure out
what was up with me.

He said I had a lot of symptoms
that didn't connect.

I think they do connect.

What, to this Chumash
spirit vengeance guy?

Didn't you say the Chumash
got all diseased

when they were all
holed up in the mission?

Yeah. This has a better account of
everything. It lists the various...

Various? As in...

Well, the important thing
is not to panic.

You just recited the mystical
panic-causing incantation,

so little hope there.

Let's talk about
the various.

Well, they did suffer from
malaria, some smallpox...

I was gonna say
smallpox.

You know, syphilis,
but basically...

Syphilis?

Well, but this is
probably mystical,

and it'll all go away
as soon as...

As soon as what?

We still don't know
what we're gonna do.

Well, maybe I can
find something.

Let's give him some land.

I'm sure that'll
clear everything right up.

Sarcasm accomplishes
nothing, Giles.

It's sort of an end
in itself.

Can we come rocketing
back to the part

about me
and my new syphilis?

It'll make you blind and
insane, but it won't kill you.

The smallpox will.

Maybe there's a wiccan spell
that can cure it.

Something regular medicine
doesn't know about.

Ooh, there was a potion.

Sage, salt... Onion?

That's the stuffing.

Oh, god.

Uh, you're gonna get vesicles and pustules.
They have pictures.

I hate this guy.

He's just doing
what was done to him.

I didn't give him syphilis.

No, but you
freed his spirit,

and after a century
of unrest,

he saw you as
one of his oppressors.

What, so he rises up and infects
the first guy he sees?

That's no fair.

Like you've never
woken up cranky?

But why the others?
Why them particularly?

So we take this guy out.

Buffy, it is for to be slaying
sometime soon, yeah?

That's sort of the question
before the court.

Question?

There are 2 sides to it.

To slaying him?

The representative
from syphilis votes yea.

It's not that simple.

He's a vengeance demon.

You don't talk
to vengeance demons.

You kill them.

I didn't know
you felt that way.

What?

Anyway, he's a spirit,
not a demon.

Yes, and we've never faced
this sort of spirit before.

We really don't know
what will kill it.

Again with the killing.

Figuratively speaking.
Or bind it or whatever.

Yes, Willow, we all
appreciate your perspective.

Sometimes vengeance
is justified.

You know that
I didn't mean you.

I don't think anyone appreciates
the truth of the situation.

Oh, I think we do.

This is no good!

It needs more condensed milk.

Buffy, Xander's in real danger.

Are you sure
the solution is pie?

Over bickering and
confusion, I'll take pie.

We will find a solution.

And we will have a nice dinner, okay?
Both. End of story.

I'm having Thanksgiving,
and it'll be perfect.

Hus won't stop.

Vengeance is never sated,
Buffy. Hatred is a cycle.

All he will do is kill.

Help me. Ohh!

What part of "help me"
do you not understand?

The part where
I help you.

Come on,
I'm parboiling out here.

Want me to help
make it quicker?

Invite me in.

No.
Fairly unlikely.

Oh, damn it!

Look, I'm safe.

I can't bite anyone.
Willow, tell 'em what I did.

You said you were gonna
kill me, then Buffy.

Yes, bad, but let's
skip that part

and get to the part
where I couldn't bite you.

It's true.

He had trouble performing.

Yeah, well, it looks like
they've done me for good.

Um...

What are you saying?

I'm saying that spike
had a little trip to the vet

and now he doesn't chase
the other puppies anymore.

I can't bite anything.
I can't even hit people.

So you haven't murdered
anybody lately?

Let's be best pals.

I've got information.

About the soldier boys
you were fighting.

Got the inside scoop.

Come on, what have you
got to be afraid of?

First people who dwell
in mishupashup,

hear me and descend.

Walk with me upon
itiashup again.

Hear me also, nunashush.

Spirits from below...

Creatures of the night...

Take human form
and join the battle.

Bring me my revenge.

Grrr. Bloody hell, woman.

You're cuttin' off
my circulation.

You don't have
any circulation.

Well, it pinches.

Get used to it. I have more
important things to worry about.

I came to you
in friendship.

Well, all right,
seething hatred,

but I've got
useful information,

and I feel
I'm being mistreated.

So tell me
everything you know.

I'm too hungry
to remember everything.

Then sit.

Uh, how much butter
goes in with these?

About half a stick and
a quarter cup of Brandy.

You do have Brandy,
don't you?

What? Oh, yes.
Um, on the bookcase.

I wouldn't say no
to a Brandy.

What's wrong?

The victims.
Apart from Xander,

Hus has targeted
authority figures.

Father Gabriel, the curator
of the cultural center.

Who else fits this pattern?

Just a small Brandy.

The Dean. Dean Guerrero.
He's the king of us,

and he was at the ceremony.

Likely candidate.
We should warn him.

Wil, anything
in those books

about how to stop a native
American spirit guy?

Some nice, non-judgmental
way to, you know, kill him?

I'm not gonna help you kill him.
I'm not on board.

What choice do we have?

Buffy, this isn't a western.
We're not at fort... Giles

with the cavalry
coming to save us.

It's one lonely guy.

Oppressed warrior guy
who's just trying to...

Kill a lot of people?

I didn't say he was right.

Wil, you know how bad
I feel about this.

It's eating me up...

1/4 cup of Brandy
and let it simmer...

But even though it's hard,
we have to end this.

Yes, he's been wronged,

and I personally would
be ready to apologize...

Oh, someone
put a stake in me.

You got a lot
of volunteers in here.

I just can't take all this
mamby-pamby boo-hooing

about the bloody Indians.

Uh, the preferred term...

You won. All right?

You came in and you killed
them, and you took their land.

That's what
conquering nations do.

It's what Caesar did, and
he's not going around saying,

"I came, I conquered, I
felt really bad about it."

The history of the world
isn't people making friends.

You had better weapons, and you
massacred them. End of story.

Well, I think the Spaniards
actually did a lot of...

Not that I don't
like Spaniards.

Listen to you.

How you gonna fight anyone
with that attitude?

We don't wanna
fight anyone.

I just wanna
have Thanksgiving.

Heh heh. Yeah... Good luck.

If we could talk to him...

You exterminated
his race.

What could you
possibly say

that would make him
feel better?

It's kill or be killed here.
Take your bloody pick.

Maybe it's the syphilis
talking, but...

Some of that made sense.

I made these points earlier, but
fine, no one listens to me.

Fine, okay? But someone still
has to go warn the Dean.

I'll go. I need the air.

Not alone.

I'll go.

Me, too.

Sure you're up to it?

Oh, leave that one.

He looks like he's ready
to drop any minute,

and I think I can eat someone
if he's already dead.

I'm up to it.

I'll keep on looking
for a solution.

Yeah. Guys, the Dean's house
is up past the gym.

And hurry...
Dinner's in an hour!

Hey, when do I get fed?

Later. I hope
the others are okay.

You know what happens to
vampires who don't get to feed?

I always wondered that.
Giles, plates.

Living skeletons, mate.

Like famine pictures
from those dusty countries,

only not half as funny.

You can have gravy.
That has blood in it, right?

Do you know what else
has blood in it? Blood.

Do I have to gag you?

Because I am not gonna
listen to you whine

all the way
through my dinner.

It's gonna be a nice,
quiet, civilized...

You. Listen, maybe
I wasn't clear before

about how terrible
we all feel.

'Cause we're trying to help.

What's going on?!

It isn't working.

Uh, you can have
casinos now.

Get down!

What about me? You gonna
leave me here like this?

Hey! Watch the heart!

Well, that was
a waste of time.

I think he thought
we were crazy.

Maybe if Anya hadn't opened
the conversation with,

"everybody
got both ears?"

I liked his wife.
She gave me pie.

So what
do we do now?

We could stay here
and stand watch,

or I just don't...

Willow.

Angel?

So this is angel.

He's large and glowery,
isn't he?

He's evil again.

I'm not evil again. Why
does everyone think that?

Angel's here
to protect Buffy.

I haven't been evil
for a long time.

She's not supposed
to know he's here.

Angel, do you
have something new?

Yeah. All the
Chumash weapons

are missing from
the cultural center.

Something's up.
Where's Buffy?

Still at giles's. She sent us
to check on Dean Guerrero.

Why the Dean?

We think he's going after
someone in charge. A leader?

He's a warrior. To a warrior, the
leader means the strongest fighter.

Buffy.

He's formed
a raiding party.

We gotta get over there.

I'll call her.
You get back fast.

Here. You guys
can ride.

H-hello? Yes.

Yes, w-w-we're
well aware of that.

We-we're under siege
now, actually.

Thank you.

Who was that?

A...Someone.
Uh, we need a plan.

Yes. Let's talk
about it some more.

Where's your weapons chest?

Over there.

Ohh!

Buffy!

Remember that
conquering nation thing?

Forget it. Apologize.

Shut up, spike.

Fine, I'll do it myself.
Hey, sorry.

Sorry about that, chief.

How many?

Uh, the leader upstairs.

Two by the
living room windows.

Uh, one through
the window by the door.

It's too many.

We need help.

Okay, one...

Two...

Three.

Stop them!

Enough!

Ow! Bloody hell!

Ohh!

Giles, these guys...
They don't die.

Busy over here.

Hey!

Why... Won't... You... Die?!

What's he like
when he is evil?

Help the others!

Your knife can kill you.

A bear!

You made a bear!

I didn't mean to.

Undo it! Undo it!

Hey, gentle Ben,
over here.

That's for giving me
syphilis.

What happened? Did we win?

I feel lousy.

Turkey came out
rather splendidly.

Oh, it was yummy.

It's just... Did you see me?

Two seconds of conflict
with an indigenous person,

and I turned into
general Custer.

Violence does that.
Instinct takes over.

Yeah, that's the fun.

Nobody asked you.

Oh, lay off. You all
had a fine meal.

But me... An entire siege.

You'd think one of you
would bleed a little.

Good work, Buffy...
On both counts.

Thanks.

Well, you know, you should
be very pleased.

Wasn't exactly
a perfect Thanksgiving.

I don't know.
Seemed kinda right to me.

A bunch of anticipation,
a big fight,

and now we're all sleepy.

And we did all survive.

I guess that much
is true.

First Thanksgiving on my own,
and we all got through it.

And you know what?

I think my syphilis
is clearing right up.

And they say
romance is dead.

Or maybe
they just wish it.

Well, maybe we started
a new tradition this year.

Maybe not. But at least
we all worked together.

It was like old times.

Yeah, especially with angel
being here and everything.

Oops...

Grr! Arrgh!