Buffy the Vampire Slayer (1996–2003): Season 5, Episode 12 - Checkpoint - full transcript

Previously on
Buffy the vampire slayer.

Whenever a slayer turns 18, it's
a time-honored rite of passage.

It's an archaic exercise
in cruelty.

We're finished.
Not quite.

She passed.
You didn't.

I've recommended to the council you be relieved
of your duties as watcher immediately.

You're fired.

The council's orders
are to concentrate on...

I don't think I'm going to be
taking any more orders.

Wesley, go back to your council and tell
them, until the next slayer comes along,

I'm not working
for them anymore.



What about the key?
They all over it?

- Well, they're interested.
- But they didn't guess about dawn, right?

I mean, they don't know
that it's her?

No.

Here. I'll get that.
Sorry.

Mom's still not 100%,

and I guess I haven't really
been taking up the slack.

- No, the place looks fine, Buffy.
- - Yeah, it's just us.

That must've
belonged to, uh...

Um, aren't we supposed
to have a meeting?

Uh, yes, yes.
We're here for a reason.

Um, I've had some rather...
Um, I've had some news.

It seems that
the council of watchers...

Has found some
information...



That may help us out.

About glory?
Presumably.

We'll find that out when they arrive.
Could be very important.

Arrive?
They're coming here?

Now? W-w-why do they
have to come here?

Yeah, don't they have phones?

'Allo, Buffy. Here's some stuff
we know. Pip pip.

Yeah! Phones.
See, I'd like them on phones.

Well, what's so bad about them coming here?
Aren't they good guys?

I mean, watchers. That's just
like other gileses, right?

Yeah! They're scary
and horrible!

Um, well, they can
appear a bit, well,

um, hard-nosed, but essentially
their agenda is the same as ours.

They want to save
the world and kill demons.

I'll the current demons, right?
Urrent demons.

Giles, I don't want them to come here. I
don't trust them. Make them not come here.

They're probably already
on their way.

Our old friend Quentin Travers
is heading up the delegation.

They put me through that test
and almost killed me.

And then when I was faith,
they almost killed me again.

Honestly, I really can't handle
almost being killed right now.

I don't like the sound of this.
They don't sound...

Very ex-demon compatible.

Are you sure
they're English?

I thought English people
were, uh, gentler...

Than normal people.

Maybe it won't be
so bad this time.

I mean, Buffy, they did think
you were faith last time.

Now that they know
you're just you,

maybe they won't care
enough to kill you.

It's not just that. They're
going to screw everything up.

It's a delicate time right now.
I have to take care of dawn...

But that's not new. You've
always taken care of her.

Right. Right. I know that.

It's just, there's glory, and I don't need
the council looking over my shoulder...

When I don't even know
what we're dealing with.

Well, that's precisely why
we need to talk to them.

Dawn, honey, what are you
doing up at this hour?

Go back to bed.

- I was just getting a snack.
- Dawn? Are you listening?

I can get a snack
if I want to.

She was listening.
Does it matter?

I mean, is she really gonna set
the junior high school buzzing...

With, "ooh, there's
a delegation a-comin'."

No. I-i guess not.

You know, it's just,

sometimes we say stuff
and... and... it's all good.

Giles, you were saying...
Something?

Um, just that if the council
knows something about glory,

her agenda or her origins,

then... then maybe it will
help us...

Get a grip on
what we're dealing with.

Right now, I think
we're a bit lost.

Mistress, at last
we've found one!

Oh, god! Please don't hurt me!
I beg of you!

If you just let me go, I swear.
I won't tell anyone!

- Help her!
- We're here for you, great one.

- What...
- Drink.

Oh, what is this?

What the... what the hell
are you things doing to me?

Aah!

Ahh!

Ah, very good.
Delicious.

No. I'm good.
It's okay.

Ugh!

I know you're all
always lookin' at me.

I can tell. Always tell.
I can see.

My hat.

My hat. Where is my hat? Ahh!

Try not cutting things
so close next time.

- Understood?
- Yes. We live to serve.

- As always.
- Cool.

Take this mess out
with the rest of the trash.

And you...

Have something
to tell me?

Indeed, glorificus.
I'm waiting.

We have found that the signs
of the alignment...

Are moving
faster than expected.

Meaning?
If you are to use the key,

you must act quickly.

Fine.

I have been
cooling my heels...

In this crappy little
town long enough.

Sunnydale's got
too many demons...

And not enough
retail outlets.

All you need is the key.

Yes, and I bet mousy the vampire
slayer has an idea where it is.

If I may remind
your eminence,

you don't have
much time.

Oh, baby, if that girl's the only
thing between me and my key,

I don't need much time.

If you're serious
about this, madam,

you need to be
very careful.

Measure precisely, and please,
don't step ahead.

No,
he's quite right.

You wouldn't want
to do anything dangerous,

turn the wrong person
into a badger.

Quentin.

I didn't realize
you were here.

Well, evidently.

- It's been a while.
- Mmm.

I see you've brought some of
our colleagues with you.

Would you care
to introduce us?

First, I thought
we might catch up.

Well, certainly, certainly.
Well, um...

This is the shop,
obviously.

It's been a very interesting
transition into the world of retail.

In fact, I think
it's going rather well.

I'll give you a grand tour,
if you like.

No, that's all right. I think I
can see what you've been up to.

Yes, well, i... i, uh, do...

Limit my time here, obviously.

Buffy and I have been training
a great deal these days.

- There's a back room...
- oh, yes. I thought perhaps you were keeping that space...

For the really dangerous items
that should be kept out...

Of the public's
hands.

Or maybe you don't
worry about that.

I'm very careful.

Most of this stuff couldn't harm
anyone... incense, dime-store trinkets.

- But there are some things.
- I'm sorry. Who are you?

There are some very potent
elements here... focusing crystals,

runic artifacts,
an amulet of coldis.

Also this statue.

Its removal from Burma is a criminal
offense, and when triggered,

has the power to melt
human eyeballs.

In that case,
I severely underpriced it.

Giles, I'm sorry,

but this is just for the
duration of our stay.

I think you can see why. What?

What... what... what is
just for the duration?

Magic box shoppers, we're going
to have to ask you to leave.

The store is, uh,
closing early today.

Terribly sorry for
the inconvenience.

Hey! Giles,
what are they doing?

Customers! Please bring
your money back!

Right this way.

You knew you were going to do this
before you even saw the place.

I'm sorry. It's just for the
duration of the council's review.

Council? You're the council?

Welcome to our store. We're closed now.
I'll be in the back.

What review? Quentin, let's just
stop a moment and talk about this.

Miss, excuse me. You,
uh, you work here?

Yes, I do,

ever since I moved here
from southeastern Indiana,

where I was raised by both
a mother and a father.

Anya, just go. You don't
have to talk to him.

She works for me.

Now, tell me
about this review.

No one said anything to me
about this.

Let's sit down and talk
about it over here.

You all stand around
and look somber.

Good job.

You used to respect us, Giles.
You used to be one of us.

You used to pay me. If you recall,
firing me was not my idea.

Touché.

But you were
on the inside once.

You know what sort
of resources we command.

We've discovered information
about this creature, your glory.

Some of it is
clearly vital,

the rest merely
extremely disturbing.

And it won't be handed over
until we are convinced...

That you and your slayer
are prepared for it.

Thus the review.

I'm not having you put her through
another one of your insane tests.

It's not a test. It's a
check of her methods.

We need to know that this
information is safe.

You can trust her.

Buffy's come
very far recently.

She's acquired
a remarkable focus.

Now, Rasputin
was associated...

With a certain obscure
religious sect.

They held the tenet that
in order to be forgiven,

one first had to sin.

Rasputin embraced
this doctrine...

And proceeded to sin
impressively and repeatedly.

The notion that he was,
in fact, evil,

gained strength years later, when the
conspirators who set out to kill him...

Found it nearly impossible
to do so.

- Nearly impossible?
- I'm sorry. There was a question?

Miss summers, of course.

I, uh... about, you
know, killing him...

You know, they poisoned him
and they beat him...

And they shot him
and he didn't die.

Until they rolled his body in a
carpet and drowned him in a canal.

But there are reported sightings of him
as late as the 1930s, aren't there?

I can assure you,
there is near-consensus...

In the academic community
regarding the death of Rasputin.

There's also near-consensus
about Columbus, you know,

until someone asked the vikings
what they were up to in the 1400s,

and they're, like, discovering
this America-shaped continent.

I just...

I'm only saying, you know,
it might be interesting...

If we came at it...

From, you know, a different
perspective, that's all.

Well, I'm sorry if you find these
facts so boring, miss summers.

Maybe you'd prefer
I step aside...

So that you can teach
your own course...

Speculation 101,
perhaps?

Intro to flights of fancy?

I only meant... what was it you
were going on about last week...

The mysterious sleeping patterns
of the Prussian generals?

Now, some of us
are here to learn.

Believe it or not, we're interested in
finding out what actually happened.

It's called
studying history.

You can sit down now. Unless you have
something else to add, professor?

Miss summers!

Some of us are here
to learn, professor!

Maybe you would like
to teach your own class.

- Who are you talking to?
- Ooh!

Hyah!

Spike,
why did you do that?

Not for money, if that's
what you're thinkin'.

Your heartfelt gratitude's
plenty.

I expect I'll be
getting that any moment.

Gratitude?
For getting in my way?

G-getting in your way?
I saved you.

I was regrouping.

You were about to be regrouped into
separate piles. You needed help.

I didn't need you. I
never need you, spike.

Oh, I get it.

You just don't like who did
the rescuing, that's all.

Wishin' I was your boyfriend what's
his... oh, wait. He's run off.

You know what? I don't need a boyfriend...
to rescue me or for any other reason.

Don't need
or can't keep?

You keep making notches in the headboard,
but eventually they get out of bed...

And run off,
don't they?

You're disgusting.
Oh, rough talk.

Maybe that's your problem.
Maybe you push them away.

Or is it the other? Maybe
you cling too much.

Or maybe
your beauty's fading,

the stress of slaying
aging you prematurely...

Things not as high, not as firm.
You know what, spike?

The more I get to know you,
the more I wish I didn't.

Or maybe you just don't
hold their interest.

Begging permission
to speak with you, sir.

Don't touch me. You're crusty.
What do you want?

Oh, not me.
The magnificent glory.

She wants.

She wants more information
on the slayer.

She knows you know her.

The slayer?
I don't know any slayer.

Get away from me. You shouldn't be here.
I believe you do, sir.

She's short, symmetrical, hair on top.
Buffy something.

Buffy summers is the slayer?
That's the one!

Very clever
of you, sir.

The slayer?
How does glory know this?

I don't know.
I was not there.

But the beauteous glory said
for you to tell us please...

Where her dwelling is,
who her friends are.

Why? So glory can find her,
do something to her?

Why would I do that?
I don't know, sir.

She just said to tell you to do it.
For her.

That was her message.

Well, I've got a message
for glory too.

We're been developing sort
of a hybrid fighting style.

Let me outline
her progress for you,

and I think you'll see that your
review isn't strictly needed.

Bad day. Bad, bad...
Miss summers.

Good to see you again.

- Mr. Travers.
- Giles has just been telling us of your training regimen.

Perhaps you'll favor us with a
demonstration while we're here.

- Right now?
- No need to rush you.

They're staying a little
longer than I'd anticipated.

We've already laid out
our project for Mr. Giles.

Nigel. It's an exhaustive
examination...

Of your procedures
and abilities.

- We'll observe your training, talk to your friends.
- Talk to my friends?

Yes. We understand you're still
taking civilians out on your patrols.

Oh, you've got to be kidding me.
Buffy.

I can sense your resistance.
I don't blame you.

But I think your watcher
hasn't reminded you lately...

Of the relative status of the
players in our little game.

The council fights evil. The slayer
is the instrument by which we fight.

The council remains.
The slayers change.

Been that way
from the beginning.

That's a very comforting, bloodless
way of looking at it, isn't it?

Giles, let me talk to Buffy,

because I think
she's understanding me.

Glory is stronger than you. She's a
more powerful instrument, if you will.

We can help you.

We have information
that will help.

Pass the review, and we give
it to you without reservation.

Fail the review, either
through incompetence...

Or by resisting
our recommendations...

Resisting your
recommendations?

She fails if we don't
do whatever you say.

How much under your thumb do you think
we are? How much do you want our help?

She's not your bloody instrument, and
you have no right to do any of this!

Giles!

I understand
you think this is unfair,

but there are factors which should
motivate you to go along with the review.

I don't want
to do this,

but obviously we could shut
this place down permanently.

You can't do that. You don't
have that kind of power.

Of course we do,
and a great deal more.

In fact, if you insist
on fighting us,

we'll arrange to have Mr. Giles
deported within the day.

Never set foot
in this country again.

Now, perhaps you're used to idle threats
and sloppy discipline, miss summers,

but you're dealing
with grown-ups now.

Am I making myself clear?

Jinx!

Hey, what's the deal
with your face?

It's a message from Ben.

He isn't going to help.

Isn't going...

- Isn't going to help?
- No.

All he has to do is turn over
that tiny, squirming slayer girl.

I have business
to do with her.

If she knows where I can start
looking for my key... ah!

Why won't he help?

He knows her.
He could go to her.

He could talk to her.

He could seduce her and
bang the key out of her!

- He is quite attractive.
- Well, of course he's attractive,

but he drives me insane.

- You know what I mean?
- He drives you insane?

Yeah!
That's it, exactly.

Oh...

Mmm.
Sweet, lumpy Minion.

You're the only one
that understands.

Probably because I haven't
sucked your brain out yet.

He makes me so mad.

If I could just...
Get my hands on him.

You know?

I'll just find her myself.

It's a power play.
That's what it is.

It's about who
has the power.

I'm guessing they do.

Big power outage
in Buffy county.

I should have set you loose on them.
That's what I should have done.

Giles, that Travers guy is, like, 60.
I can't hit him.

Can I?

I suppose not.
But I could.

I think I will.

Can they really do the stuff they
threatened... kick you out of the country?

In a heartbeat.

See, the rough stuff,
they're all right at...

They're a bit ham-handed, but they
get it done... but this stuff,

the bureaucracy, the pulling
of political strings,

they're the best
in the world.

They can kill you with the
strike of a pen, poncy sods.

Am I gonna be able to
get through this review?

Well, i...

I suppose they'll make it as
difficult as they want to.

The physical stuff could
be a bit of a challenge.

That's not what
I'm worried about.

It's the other stuff.

Examining decisions
I've made.

I mean, twice now I've been
within slaying distance of glory,

and twice she's kicked my ass
without even tensing a muscle.

And I haven't been able to figure out
what she is or anything about her...

Except that she wants
the key, which I have,

and I can't even figure out if it's
okay for me to tell anyone that.

Buffy, no one could have
done any better than you.

But no one else is gonna be asked
the questions that I can't answer.

They're gonna expect me to...

To be like a slayer
and know stuff,

but I'm just me,
and I don't know anything,

and they're gonna go away, and they're
not gonna tell me how to fight glory,

and I'm not gonna be able
to protect dawn.

Buffy, calm down.

The scandal here is not
anything you've done wrong.

It's the way they're behaving,
holding what they know hostage...

With a gun pointed at my
bleeding green card, no less.

It's humiliating.

Also smart.

They picked the perfect thing.
I can't lose you.

Thank you.

I guess I should be
getting ready.

What do you think
it'll be like?

How do you
think they'll start?

Anya Christina
Emanuella Jenkins,

20 years old, born
on the fourth of July,

and don't think there weren't jokes about that
my whole life, mister, 'cause there were.

"Who's our little patriot?"
They'd say, when I was younger...

And, therefore, smaller
and shorter than I am now.

So, you spell it
a-n-y-a, then?

Yes.
Fine.

Now we can get
to the questions.

Questions. Great.

W-we can
answer questions.

Well, I need to know a little
bit more about the slayer...

And about the both of you...

Your relationship,
whatever you can tell me.

Our... our relationship?

We're friends.
Good friends.

Girlfriends, actually.
Yes, we're girlfriends.

We're in love.
We're lovers.

We're lesbian,
gay-type lovers.

I meant your relationship
with the slayer.

Um...

Just good friends.

Best friends... Willow
and me and Buffy.

The three of us have been
together from the beginning.

We've always gone on patrols and done
demon research with her and everything.

Have you mastered any fighting
disciplines over the years?

- No.
- So, you have no special skills...

Or powers or knowledge...

That you bring to the mix,
neither of you?

Just enthusiasm for killing the demons.
Go deadness for the demons.

I don't have any powers,
but I do help.

How? Be specific.

Last year,
Willow, Giles and me...

Combined our essence with Buffy,
which isn't as weird as it sounds.

We merged, and I was the
heart part of a super-Buffy.

Again, let me stress
the not-as-weird thing.

I'm told it was all
very professional.

Are you saying
that the slayer...

Needs that level
of help from you often?

- No, no. She doesn't need help.
- She'd be fine without us.

Sometimes she goes off and does
stuff without even telling us.

Not that she's like
a weird loner or anything.

I'm not sure we're
saying this right.

See, here's the thing. We can
help because we do magics.

I'm working on this
ball of sunshine thing.

See, I have this theory.
It's very cool.

And if it works,
easier slaying for Buffy.

Not that it's hard for her now.
Interesting.

- What level are you at?
- Level?

- Magical proficiency level.
- Oh!

Uh, high, a high level.

Very high.
One of those top levels.

Five.

And you're registered
as practicing witches...

Under the names
as you gave them to me?

- R-registered?
- Oh, yes. Yes, of course.

We're... we're...
Registered.

- Do either of you know anything about the key?
- Nope.

Sounds demony to me.

I don't hold with that demon nonsense.
Muffin?

I cooked them myself.

So, Buffy sometimes
protects you...

From the dangerous
elements of her work? Yes.

She's saved my life lots of times.
The vampires in this town hate her.

But we understand
that you help the slayer.

I pitch in when she pays me.
She pays you?

She gives you money?

Money, a little nip of blood out
of some stray victim, whatever.

- Blood?
- Well, if they're gonna die anyway.

Come to think of it, though,
that's a bit scandalous, isn't it?

Personally, I'm shocked.
The girl's slipping.

You've noticed a decline in her work?
Oh, yeah.

See, the poor little
twig can't keep a man.

Gets her all down.

Few more disappointments, she'll be
cryin' on my shoulder, mark my words.

Is that what you want?

I'd think you'd
want to kill her.

You've killed slayers
before.

Heard of me, have you?

I... wrote my thesis on you.

Well, well.
Isn't that neat?

- It's...
- Tell me, babe,

now that we're such good
friends, how's the slayer doing?

Is she okay?

High marks
in all categories?

Agility, clarity,
stamina and strength...

These are the qualities that the
slayer must possess to do her job.

What came after agility? If you
want her to attack the dummy...

No, no. Phillip
will attack the dummy.

The slayer's job
is to protect it.

Do you understand?

Protect the dummy?
As if it were precious.

Now, getting the best of
Phillip will require agility.

Listening to my instructions
at the same time...

Well, that will
demonstrate clarity,

and stamina and strength
will win the long fight.

Good luck.
Instructions?

I'll be telling you what to do,
how to counter Phillip's thrusts.

We assume you're familiar
with the Japanese names...

For aikido,
jujitsu moves.

Japanese?
And... go!

Whoa!
Hold on a second.

We in America, we usually
work our way up to "go."

Huh?

He wants you to bow.
Take a bow.

Oh.

Punch him.
Thanks, Giles.

Sorry.

Um... back kick. Elbow.

Su... elbow!
Strike.

How have you been training her?
I've trained her to win.

Know what? I'm gonna
have to do it my way, guys.

Oh!

- I think she just broke my rib.
- Yes. Well.

I didn't mean to.

Um, you know,
I can do better.

I think I might be getting
this, like, inner ear thing,

and so maybe if I got a
note, I could try again.

No. That's all right. I don't think we
need to see any more physical tests...

For a while.

We can move on
to the real review.

Look into your
strategies, plans.

Figure out what's
going on in that head.

Good... head stuff.

We start
at 7:00 tonight.

Give you time
to, uh...

Well...
However you prepare.

Mom?

Long day, sweetie?

So...

This is where the slayer
eats, sleeps,

and... combs her hair?

Oh. So cute.

I can't even stand it.

Personally,
I need more space.

But, uh,
this is good for you.

It's... it's so quaint and...

Psst! Buffy.

If I wanted to fight, you could
tell by the being dead already.

So play nice,
little girl.

What do you want?
The key.

Why else do you think
I'd come here?

See, I think
you know where it is.

- And that's a good thing.
- I'm glad you think so.

Well, it's the only thing
keeping you alive right now.

Because you may be tiny
queen in vampire world,

but to me,
you're a bug.

You should get down on
your knees and worship me.

But, oh, no, you still think it's
neat having slayer strength.

Ooh, big deal.
Stronger than humans.

Who isn't?

I could crush the life from you
as easy as you'd break a nail,

but I need the key.

Kid!

- Come here a sec.
- Leave her out of this.

- Not asking twice.
- This is between you and me.

No. This is between me
and my key.

You just happen to be
the thing in the way.

And you are just the darlin'est
thing I ever did see in my life.

- What's your name, honey?
- Dawn.

Dawn? Did you know your sister took my
key, dawnie? And she won't give it back.

- I bet you know where she put it, don't you?
- She doesn't know anything.

I know some stuff.

I bet she takes your stuff all the
time without asking, doesn't she?

- Where's my key, dawn?
- Go upstairs, dawn.

You're always talkin' about
stuff I'm not supposed to hear.

I'm gonna figure it out,
you know.

Ooh! I like her.
She's sassy!

And I'll kill her.
I'll kill your mom.

I'll kill your friends.

And I'll make you
watch when I do.

Just give me the key.

You either have it or you
know where to find it.

Obviously, this
is a one-time-only deal.

Next time we meet, something
you love dies bloody.

You know
you can't take me.

You know
you can't stop me.

Buffy, who was that?

Pack a bag.

Oh, it's the slayer.

For a second there,
I was worried.

So, what's with
the family outing?

I need your help.

Great. I need your cash.
I'm serious.

You have to look after them.

Well, that's a boatload of manly
responsibility to come flying out of nowhere.

What's the matter, slayer?
You're not feeling 100%?

No. They didn't put a chip
in your head, did they?

No.
Be funny if they did.

Spike, I need an answer, now.
In or out?

You're the only one strong
enough to protect them.

All right, then.

Ladies, come on in.

There's plenty of blood
in the fridge.

Do you mean,
like, real blood?

- What do you think?
- Mostly, I think, ew.

Keep dawn here
as long as you can.

I'll be back soon.
Okay.

I don't think I need to
remind you, but... yeah, yeah.

"Anything happens to 'em, I'll
stake you good and proper."

Sing me a new one sometime, eh?
That bit's gone stale.

I love what you've, um,
neglected to do with the place.

Just don't break anything.

And don't make a lot
of noise.

Passions is coming on.

Passions? Oh, do you think
Timmy's really dead?

Oh, no, no. She can just
sew him back together.

He's a doll,
for god's sake.

Ah, what about the wedding?

I mean there's no way they're
gonna go through with that.

Big, tough council members
pickin' on the books.

Fascists.

Why doesn't Mr. Giles put
them all out of here?

Because if they deport him, they're
not just destroying his career,

they're condemning the man
to a lifetime diet...

Of blood sausage,
bangers and mash.

Well, your slayer's 20 minutes
late and counting, Rupert.

Buffy will be here,
I assure you.

Yes. But when?

Crap.

Uh, guys?

Any way we could
not do this?

Unh!

Unh! Okay, let's
see what you are.

Or who you are.

One soldier
in a vast army.

What army?

The knights of Byzantium,
an ancient order,

and now your enemy.

You work for glory?

You think we align
ourselves with the beast?

- You must be mad.
- You're the ones tried killin' me.

Oh, we were fools...
Three alone.

But if it takes a hundred
men, we send a hundred men,

and if it takes a thousand,
we send a thousand.

- A thousand?
- So long as you protect the key,

the brotherhood
will never stop...

Until we destroy it
and you.

You are the slayer, and
we know what we must do.

Now, be done with it.

Kill us,
and let legions follow.

Go.

- You're late.
- Yeah.

Was... was there
an attack?

- Yeah.
- - We can begin the review at last.

We'll skip the more
obvious questions.

- There isn't gonna be a review.
- Sorry?

No review.
No interrogation.

No questions
you know I can't answer,

no hoops, no jumps,

and no interruptions.

See...

I've had a lot of people talking
at me the last few days.

Everyone just lining up to
tell me how unimportant I am.

And I've finally
figured out why.

Power.

I have it.
They don't.

This bothers them.

Glory came to my home today.

- Buffy, are you...
- Just to talk.

She told me I'm a bug.
I'm a flea.

She could squash me
in a second.

Only she didn't.

She came into my home,
and we talked.

We had what,
in her warped brain,

probably passes for
a civilized conversation.

Why?

Because she needs
something from me,

because I have power
over her.

You guys didn't come
all the way from England...

To determine whether or not I was
good enough to be let back in.

You came...

To beg me
to let you back in,

to give your jobs, your lives,
some semblance of meaning.

This is beyond insolence.

I'm fairly certain
I said no interruptions.

- That was excellent.
- You're watchers.

Without a slayer,

you're pretty much just
watchin' masterpiece theater.

You can't stop glory.

You can't do anything with
the information you have...

Except maybe publish it in the everyone
thinks we're insane-Os home journal.

So here's how
it's gonna work.

You're gonna tell me
everything you know.

Then you're gonna go away.

You'll contact me if and when you have
any further information about glory.

The magic shop
will remain open.

Mr. Giles will stay here as my official
watcher, reinstated at full salary.

Retroactive.

To be paid retroactively
from the month he was fired.

I will continue my work
with the help of my friends.

I... i... i... don't want
a sword thrown at me,

but civilians...
We're talking about children.

We're talking about
two very powerful witches...

And a thousand-year-old
ex-demon.

Willow's a demon?

The boy?
No power there.

The boy has clocked more field
time than all of you combined.

He's part of the unit.

That's Riley-speak.
I've clocked field time.

Now...

You all may be very good
at your jobs.

The only way we're gonna find
out is if you work with me.

You can all take your time
thinking about that.

But I want an answer
right now from Quentin...

'Cause I think
he's understanding me.

Your terms are acceptable.

Sorry. Sorry.

Mmm.

See?
No begging.

- Oh, Rupert.
- Quentin?

When we
inventoried your shop,

we found a bottle
of single-malt scotch...

Behind the, uh,
incense holders.

It's not, you know,
during working hours.

I think I could
use a glass.

Well, I suppose we could...

Just a minute.

Glory.
I wanna know.

Well, there's a lot
to go through.

Just tell me what kind
of demon I'm fighting.

Well, that's the thing,
you see.

Glory isn't a demon.

What is she?

She's a god.

Oh.

Grr! Arrgh!