Buffy the Vampire Slayer (1996–2003): Season 5, Episode 13 - Blood Ties - full transcript

Previously on
Buffy the vampire slayer.

We had to hide the key. Made
it human and sent it to you.

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.

Okay. Let's see who you are.

The knights of Byzantium, an
ancient order, are now your enemy.

So long as you protect the key, the brotherhood
will never stop until we destroy it and you.

Look at you. All afraid
I'm hot for your honey.

Because you are.

Well, yeah.



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

- Glory isn't a demon.
- What is she?

She's a god.

Look, I know mom wants to gather and
make with the merry tomorrow night,

but with everything
that's going on...

This is exactly
what you need...

A 20th birthday party with-with
presents and funny hats...

And those candles
that don't blow out.

Those used to scare me. Me too.

I just don't think this is the best
time to break out the party piñata.

We need to stay focused if we're
gonna find a way to stop glory.

We're going up against a god. An
actual mightier-than-thou god.

Well, you know
the bigger they are...

The faster they stomp
you into nothing.



She's right. I've thrown everything I've
got at her, and she just shrugs it off.

Then we have to find
something heavier to throw.

That might pose
some difficulty.

From what the council's been able to
discover from the book of Tarnis...

And other sources, glory and
two of her fellow hell-gods...

Ruled over one of the more seriously
unpleasant demon dimensions.

- There's more than one?
- Oh, there are thousands of demon dimensions.

- All different.
- All pushing on the edges of our reality,

trying to find a way in.
I guess glory found one.

- The question is, why?
- There's nothing to indicate that here.

Just vague references
to chaos and destruction.

Okay, so, we know where glory's from.
What do we know about her?

You know, she's tough, yeah, but no
bolts of lightning, no blasts of fire.

Shouldn't a god be able
to do that kind of stuff?

Usually, yes.
But, um, being in human form...

Must be severely
limiting her powers.

All we have to worry about right now is that
she's immortal, invulnerable and insane.

A crazy hell-god? And the
fun just keeps on leaving!

What I've been able to gather,
her living in this world...

Is seriously affecting her
mental state as well.

She's only been able
to keep her mind intact...

By extracting energy
from us.

Well, from...
From the human brain.

She's-she's
a brain-sucker?

She, um, absorbs the energies
that bind the human mind...

Into a cohesive whole.

Once drained, all that's
left behind is, uh...

Crazy people. Which is,
I'm afraid, why...

There's been a marked increase in the ranks
of the mentally unstable here in sunnydale.

At least vampires
just kill you.

We have to find
a way to stop her.

Oh, well, Tara and I can work
on some tactical spells.

I can do some research.
I know way more...

About demon dimensions
than Giles does.

Well, I do. This is great
long-term plany stuff,

but what about this key
thingy glory's looking for?

Yeah, I mean, shouldn't we be
trying to find it before she does?

I don't think that's what we should
be worrying about right now.

They've got a point. Whatever glory's
planning on opening with the key,

I'm guessing it won't be
filled with candy and flowers.

So where should we start looking?
Do we know where it used to be kept?

- Who saw it last?
- We did.

Giles and me.
We know where it is.

- You what?
- You know, and you didn't tell us?

There were reasons.

Look, if-if glory knew that you
guys knew where it was, i...

I just didn't want to put
you in that kind of danger.

As opposed to the other
kind we're always in?

- You should have said something.
- Wil, there...

You're right.

It's time.
Are you sure?

They're gonna be risking their lives.
They deserve to know.

Know what?

There's something that you need to know...
About dawn.

The link must be severed.

Such is the will of god.

The key is the link.
The link must be severed.

Such is the will of god.

The key is the link. The link must
be severed. Such is the will of god.

You really think
he's going to help you?

I fear your faith
is gravely misplaced.

Shall we test
your faith now?

Never send a Minion
to do a god's work.

Hey, nice sword.

Bet it hurts.

- You guys doing a spell?
- Dawn, hey.

Yeah, we're doing
an early warning incantation.

If anything
hell-godishly powerful...

Comes within
100 feet of the shop,

then screechy siren things
will, you know, screech.

This should give us a heads up
so we can hide the, um, key.

We already put one up
around your house.

Cool. Can I help?

Well, I don't think Buffy
would like the black arts...

Bumping auras with
the littlest summers.

Yeah. Whatever.

How can she not
be real?

She's real.
She's just kind of... new.

Hey!
We on the case?

Yeah! Right on top,
perched, ready for action.

How's my sweet,
fancy dawn doing?

Fine.

What's up with you? Did you
get into the sugar again?

You make a very
pretty little girl.

Anya, you want
to help me with that thing?

Xander needs help
with his thing!

I'm not sure
our regular workout...

Is challenging you
anymore.

Perhaps we should
make it harder.

You always think
harder is better.

Maybe next time I patrol, I should carry a
load of bricks and use a stake made of butter.

Very amusing.

I'm sure dawn feels that way
about her schoolwork sometimes.

That true?
How was school today?

Um, the usual.
Big square building...

Filled with boredom
and despair.

Just how I remember it.

So, what's
the homework sitch?

We have to imagine what we'll
be like 10 years from now...

And write a letter
to our future self.

The teacher is clearly so out of ideas.
Wanna help?

Maybe later. I have some
stuff I have to do first.

Is it about that weird girl
that came to the house?

- Glory.
- And, no, it's not.

Like you'd tell me anyway. "Dawn's too
young" and "dawn's too delicate."

Right. A young,
delicate pain in my butt.

I just think you're freaking out 'cause you
have to fight someone prettier than you.

That is the case,
right?

Glory is evil
and powerful,

and in no way
prettier than me.

I just think you're getting soft in your
advanced age. She didn't look that tough to me.

Okay, one more time.

Just between me and you,

our itsy-bitsy
little secret.

Where is the key?

Even if I knew, I'd die a thousand
deaths before I'd tell you.

Well, you won't need
a thousand, sweetie.

I'll make the first
one last a long time.

What is it
with you religious types?

It's intimacy,
isn't it?

Oh! You're just scared
of letting someone in.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.
It's okay.

I know how difficult
the first time can be.

You don't have
to be afraid.

Just relax.

You may not have
the info I want,

but you still got
something I need.

Prezzies! See? Just
what you needed.

You are very, very wise.
Now, gimme, gimme, gimme!

This is extremely suspenseful.
I want the presents.

Oh! It's beautiful.
Thank you, guys.

We thought you get lots of
crossbows and other killy stuff.

Yeah, so we figured
less killy, more frilly.

Gotta look.
Oh, it's just so lovely!

Oh, I wish it was mine.

Oh, like you weren't all
thinking the same thing.

I'm fairly certain I wasn't.
I've got one just like it.

Here. Open mine.

It's not gonna explode,
is it?

It's when we visited dad
that summer in San Diego.

Um, I put the shells
on it myself.

We picked them
off the beach.

I remember.

Well, geez, don't get all
movie-of-the-week.

I was just too cheap
to buy you a real present.

Thank you.

It still seems to me like there's
a lot you don't know about this.

I mean, is she dangerous? No.

Well, now wait just a second.

I assume you're talking about her
existence rather than her intentions.

Exactly. Dawn? What are
you doing in there?

Party getting slow? Uh, we need plates.
It's cake time.

Why does everybody start acting
all weird when I'm around?

Me?
Me not weird.

I'm not an idiot. I know
you're talking about me.

No, no, we really weren't.
We were talking about sex.

They were talking about me,
just like everybody is.

Again, not so much.
In fact, none.

We were talking about sex.
I mean, you know us.

Sometimes we like to pretend stuff.
Anya...

- you know, like, say there's a fireman or a Shepherd...
- you know what?

Let's not have this exchange
of images right now.

Oh, right. Of course. Can't
let dawn hear anything.

Fine. I'm just
gonna go to bed.

That way I won't accidentally
get exposed to, like, words.

Cake?

Geez! Lurk much?

I wasn't lurking. I was standing about.
It's a whole different vibe.

What is...

Are you giving Buffy
a birthday present?

Oh, my god. Weird.

And chocolates? Lame.
And the box is all bent.

And, well, you know she'd never
touch anything from you anyway.

Shouldn't you be tucked
away in your beddy-bye?

All warm and safe where
nothing can eat you?

Is that supposed
to scare me?

A little tremble wouldn't hurt.
Sorry.

It's just... come on.
I'm badder than you.

Are not. Am too. You're
standing in the bushes...

Hugging a bent box of
chocolates, and I'm... what?

Sneaking out to braid hair and
watch Teletubbies with your mates?

No.

I'm breaking into the magic shop...
To steal things.

Magic shop, eh?

A whole number of beasties
between here and there.

Bet they'd really go for a
little red riding hood like you.

That wouldn't set too well
with big sister.

I can take care of myself.

You want to come steal some stuff?
Yeah, all right.

Do you know how to do that or not?
Give us a sec.

I usually just
burst through doors.

That's right.

Who's bad now?

Girl with a mission, eh?
What's the caper?

Jewels?
Ancient artifacts?

Or just plain hard cash
liberated from the till?

A book.
All this for a book?

I don't want the book.
Just what's inside.

I think
it was giles's notes.

He was standing here, and when
I turned around it was gone.

Where did he learn to write so
bloody small, from a fruit fly?

Wait.
Here's something.

Uh, "Tarnis,
12th century."

"One of the founders of the
monks of the order of dagon.

Their sole purpose appears to have
been as protectors of the key."

Brown-robe types are always
protecting something.

It's the only way they can
justify giving up girls.

Hey!

Troll hammer.

Didn't go with my stuff
anyway.

"The key is not directly described
in any known literature,

"but all research indicates
an energy matrix...

"Vibrating at
a dimensional frequency...

"Beyond normal
human perception.

Only those outside reality can
see the key's true nature."

"Outside reality."
What's that mean?

Second-sight blokes,
mostly.

Or even just your
run-of-the-mill lunatics.

Man:
You don't belong here.

- There! There's no one in there.
- I know what you are.

What else does it say
about this key?

Is it made out of gold? Maybe we
could hock it, split the take.

Um, "the key is also susceptible
to necromanced animal detection",

particularly those of canine
or serpent construct..."

"the monks possessed the
ability to transform energy...

Bend reality."

Blah, blah, blah.

Good lord. Giles writes as
dull as he talks, doesn't he?

"They started work,
but the council..."

"Has suggested to us
that they were interrupted,"

"presumably by... glory."

"They obviously did manage
to accomplish the taste..."

"accomplish the task."

"They had to be certain the slayer
would protect it with her life,"

"so they sent the key
to her..."

"In human form..."

"In the form of a sister."

Huh. I guess
that's you, nibblet.

Not even a card, huh?

I wasn't really expecting one.
No contact with civilians.

There's probably
a code name for it.

You know, like "radio silence."
It's "greeting card silence."

Sorry.

Maybe it's time to start a new tradition...
birthdays without boyfriends.

It could be
just as much fun.

Preaching to the choir
here, baby.

Yeah, some of my best...
Oh-oh, my god.

- Is this blood?
- Dawn!

Oh, baby!

What did you do?

This is blood,
isn't it?

It can't be me.
I'm not a key.

I'm not a thing.

Oh, sweetie, no. What is this all about?
What am I?

Am I real?

Am I anything?

If you need anything...
Thanks.

Perhaps I should stay.
You know, just in case?

This is a family thing. We
should deal with this. Okay.

Why didn't you tell me?

We were going to.
I just...

We thought it would be better if
we waited until you were older.

How old am I now?

You're 14, sweetheart.
You know that.

No. The monks...

When did...
When did they...

Six months ago.

I've only been alive
for six months, huh?

You've been alive
a lot longer than that to us.

You don't know that!

You don't know anything.

I'm... I'm just a key,
right?

Everything about me
is made up.

Dawn...

Mom and I know
what we feel.

I know I care about you.

I know that I worry
about you.

You worry about me
because you have to.

I'm your job.
Protect the key, right?

I worry because my sister is cutting
herself. Yeah? How do you know?

Maybe this is just another fake
memory from my fake family.

Sweetheart...
Get out.

Dawn...
Get out, get out.

Get out!

We need answers, Giles. We need to find
out everything we can about the key...

What's it for,
who created it.

And why glory has
a big girl-god Jones for it.

This isn't about her.
It's about dawn.

She deserves to know
where she came from.

She needs to know,

or it's just gonna
eat away at her.

- How did she find these? How did she get in here...
- eww!

Who's been using the urn
of Ishtar as an ashtray?

Morning, sunshine. If you've
come around for eggs or sausage,

I'm fresh out.

Hey, careful!
These are wet.

How could you let her
find out like that?

From books and papers?
You hate me that much?

I was just
along for the ride.

Not like I knew she was
mystical glowy key thing.

Nobody keeps me
in the bloody loop, do they?

You could have
stopped her.

Oh, yeah.
Here it comes.

Something goes wrong in
your life, blame spike.

News flash, Blondie.

If kid sis wants to grab
a midnight stroll,

she'll find a way
sooner or later.

I just thought she'd be safer with
big bad looking over her shoulder.

She shouldn't have
found out like that.

You didn't think you could keep the
truth from her forever, did you?

Maybe if you had been more honest
with her in the first place,

you wouldn't be trying to make yourself feel
better with a round of "kick the spike."

Honey? You're gonna
be late for school.

I'm not going.

Blobs of energy
don't need an education.

You want me
to make you some soup?

I think there's some chicken
and stars... I'm not sick!

I'm not anything.
Honey, calm down, okay?

Don't tell me what to do.

You're not my mother.

I changed my mind.

I would rather be at school.

All right, fellas.
Today we've got blues, Greens...

And, ooh, hey,
chartreuse.

It's a party.
It won't stick.

The birds have been
pecking too long.

- Byzantium.
- Yes.

They've arrived. Unfortunate,
but not completely unexpected.

How many? Their numbers
are few for the moment,

but they'll grow.

The knights of Byzantium
are like ants.

First you see one, then two,
then the picnic's ruined.

No matter how many we kill, they'll
keep coming, wave after wave.

It's time to set
old animosities aside.

Your fate is directly linked to her
magnificently scented glorificus.

She's been
extremely forgiving...

Of your considerable foibles
up until now.

But if you persist in your
defiance, she'll be forced to...

To what?
What is she going to do?

Send a six-pack of minions
to bore me to death?

Glory can't lay
a finger on me.

You know it. I know it.
She knows it.

So save the threats, or I'll finish
the job I started on your head.

We can't just let her
sit up there all alone.

She needs time. We can't force
her to be all right with this.

That's your answer? Just leave her alone
and hope everything works itself out?

No. But if I were her, I'd want
a little bit of time right now.

I wouldn't want my mother and my
sister coming at me from all sides.

Her school called today.
She was suspended.

She yelled at a teacher.
The things she said, Buffy.

I mean, she's never
used language like that.

She probably feels like she can
say or do anything right now.

She's not real.
We're not her family.

We don't even know
what she is.

- How can you talk about dawn as if she's a thing?
- I'm not!

I'm just saying that's
probably how she feels.

Well, then, we have to show
her that it isn't true.

She needs to know that she's still a part
of this family and that we love her.

It's not that simple. We're not
gonna be able to fix this...

With a hug and a kiss
and a bowl of soup.

Dawn needs to know
where she came from.

She needs real answers.

What she needs
is her sister, Buffy,

not the slayer.

The slayer is the only thing
standing between dawn...

And this god from
the bitch dimension...

That wants to shove her in some kind
of lock and give her a good twirl.

Mom, I need to be
out there...

Doing my...

- oh, my god. Glory. It's Willow's spell.
- Wait. It's not glory.

Damn it!

Dawn!
Buffy.

No! No, she could have
burned the house down.

Buffy, she's gone.

She tore up her room. She
burned all of her diaries.

The Dawnmeister chronicles?

She's been keeping
those since... i mean...

Since she was seven.
I remember too, wil.

We have to find her,
and fast.

Before glory or the knights of
hack and slash figure out what...

Who she really is.

Mom's gonna stay at home
in case she shows up.

I figure we split up
and sweep the city.

Anya, will you stay here
in case she shows up?

Xander, Giles, you guys
take the center of town.

Willow, Tara, West Side. Spike,
you and I will get the east side.

Just find her... please.

I bet you can't push me
all the way around.

Oh, yes, I can!
No, you can't.

There's so many things
I remember.

Seeing dawn.
Hanging with her.

Listening to Buffy complain about her.
Mostly that last one.

How could it be that all those
things never really happened?

Well, it takes some
getting used to,

the idea of a bright
14 year old...

Actually being living energy
thousands of years old.

I'm guessing some kind of
super-powerful in her raw form.

People have killed,
died for it,

summoned armies
to control the key.

You know, uh,
she kinda has a crush on me.

Your point being?

Well, nothing. No.
Just saying, powerful being,

big energy gal
digging the xan man.

Some guys are just cooler,
you know?

Dawn?

Dawn!
Yeah, that should do it.

Shut up. The nibblet scampered
off to get away from you.

She hears you bellowing, she's gonna
pack it in the opposite direction.

Can't say I blame her.

You were right.

This is my fault.
I should have told her.

She probably would
have skipped off anyway.

Even if she never found out.

She's not just a blob of energy. She's
also a 14-year-old hormone bomb.

Which one's screwing her up
more right now?

Spin the bloody wheel.

You'll find her
just in the Nick of time.

That's what
you hero types do.

You'll find her.

And then what?

It's here. It's here.

- It's here.
- Can't stop.

It's here. It's here.
It's here.

It's here. It's here.
Make it stop.

The skin's too tight.

Can't hear it.
What's the frequency?

Empty. All spilled out.

Please... you see me,
right?

- Look at me.
- Can't stop.

You know what I am, don't you?
You all know.

Can't hear it. Can't hear it. Can't hear it.
Can't hear it. Can't hear it. Can't hear it.

- Tell me!
- Can't hear it. Can't hear it. Can't hear it. Can't hear it.

Can't hear it.
What am I?

The key.

I found it.
Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you. Thank you.

You know
what the key is?

Where did I come from?

Who made me?
What... what am I?

- Thank you. Thank you.
- Please.

Destroyer!
Cracked earth and bones.

The sun bleeding
into the sky.

No. No.
The key is the link.

The link must be severed.
Such is the will of god.

Such is the will of god.
Such is the will of god.

Such is the will of god.
Can't hear it. Can't hear it.

Such is the will of god! Can't hear it.
Can't hear it.

Two steaming cups
of chocolate goodness,

courtesy of whoever I swiped
it from out of the cupboard.

Couldn't find any marshmallows. I'll
try to steal some for next time.

Don't like 'em anyway.
What?

Is that even possible?
Too squishy.

When I was five, Buffy told me
they were monkey brains and...

Dawn, was your mom
brought back in?

Is that why
you're here?

No. My mom's just fine.

Is there anybody
I can call? Your sister?

I don't have a sister.
Oh.

You two have a fight? It's okay.
I know how that goes.

I got a sister too. They can
be a real pain sometimes, huh?

I tell you, there have
been a lot of nights...

I wish she didn't exist
either.

It's not Buffy.
It's me.

I'm the one
that doesn't exist.

Look, I know it can feel that way
sometimes, but when you're older...

No, you don't understand.

It's not real. None of this.
They made it. Dawn...

I'm nothing. I'm just a thing the
monks made so glory couldn't find me.

I'm not real.
You're the key.

How do you know
about the key?

Go, before she finds you. Don't ask me how
she knows, 'cause she always knows. Just go.

- Wait! Calm down. Just tell me.
- You don't understand. You're a kid.

You stay, she'll find you. She
finds you, she'll hurt you.

- What's wrong with you?
- You're what she's been searching for.

I am telling you, run!
You don't know! You...

Oh, no. Oh, god, no.
She's coming.

I can feel it. You've
got to get out. No.

Oh, no! She's here!

She's here.

Hey, don't I know you?

Ugh! Cotton.

Could a fabric be more
annoyingly pedestrian?

Now this is what
I'm talking about.

Ahh.
Makes your skin sing.

You're... you're Ben.

It's an eensy more
complicated than that.

Family always is,
isn't it?

You'd never make it.
I'd rip out your spine...

Before you got
half a step.

And those little legs, they wouldn't
be much good without one of those.

Would they, dawnie?
Now,

what I'm trying
to noodle is...

What in the world was the slayer's
little sis doing here with gentle Ben?

Y-you don't remember?

Remember what? You were
talking to him, not me.

Oh, he wasn't being naughty,
was he?

Excuse me, ma'am.

This area's for
hospital personnel...

Rude! I was talking.

What do you say we find a
nice place off the beaten...

Where you and I can have a
long, uninterrupted chat?

We've looked, but no dawn.
What about the carousel?

We checked there too.
Nothing?

I'm sorry, buff.

Anything could have
happened to her.

Not just glory.

We better check
the hospital.

Okay. Small talk over. I'm
in a bit of a crunch here,

so let's cut right
to the ooey, gooey center.

Your sister, the slayer,
has my key.

It's mine. I want it.

Do you know where
she squirreled it away?

There's ice cream and puppy dogs in
it for you if you start singin'.

I'm not sure.
What does it look like?

Well, the last time
I caught a peep,

it was a bright green
swirly shimmer.

Really brought out
the blue in my eyes.

But then those sneaky little
monks pulled an abracadabra.

So now it could look like anything.
You see the predicament I'm in?

Maybe.

Yes?

Well, maybe if you
told me more about it,

I'd know
if I've seen it.

Okay.

- She wasn't brought in.
- Which is a happy thing, right?

I don't know. I... i found him on
the third floor in the break room.

You guys gotta see him. His
head's almost twisted clean off.

Glory.

So this key thing,

it's been around
for a long time?

Well, not as long as me, but, yeah.
Just this side of forever.

- Is it evil?
- Totally.

Well, no. Not really.

I guess it depends
on your point of view.

What's it for?
I mean...

If it's a key, there's
gotta be a lock, right?

Yes. We have a winner.

So what does it open?

I smell a fox
in my hen house.

Is that why you've been playing
sugar and spice with uncle Ben?

- Trying to get a peek at glory's unmentionables?
- No, i...

Shh. I kinda wanna hear
me talking right now.

Me talking.

You know what
I'm startin' to think?

I'm thinking...

That maybe you...

Don't have any idea
where my key is.

Very irritating.
Irrational.

You know what I mean,
tiny snapdragon? Like...

Like bugs under my skin.

And, say,
I'm feeling a little...

- What's wrong with you?
- Hey.

Hey. This doesn't have to be a
complete waste of my precious time.

I've been meaning to send
the slayer a message,

and I could use
a little pick-me-up.

Two birds, one stone
and... boom.

You have yummy dead birds.

- Get away from my sister.
- Hey, we were just talking about you.

Conversation's over,
hell-bitch.

I thought you said
this skank was tough.

If he wakes up, tell your
boyfriend to watch his mouth.

He is not my boyfriend.

Hey, those are really
nice shoes.

Giles, now!

Oh, please.
Like that's gonna... hey!

Watch the hair.

Time to start the dyin'.

Start with the whelp.

Dawn!

- Buffy! - Get back!
- Nice catch.

Is that the best you little
crap gnats could muster?

'Cause I gotta tell ya,
so not impressed.

Look what you did
to my dress, you little...

Willow.

Dawn. Oh.

What did you do to her?

Teleportation spell.
Still working out the kinks.

- Where'd you send her?
- Don't know. That's one of the kinks.

Oh, sh...

That was an incredibly dangerous
spell for an adept at your level.

Yep. Won't be trying
that one again soon.

Are you okay?
Did she hurt you?

Why do you care? Because I love you.
You're my sister.

No, I'm not.

Yes, you are.

Look, it's blood.

It's summers blood.

It's just like mine.

Doesn't matter
where you came from...

Or-or how you got here.

You are my sister.

There's no way you could annoy
me so much if you weren't.

I was so scared.

Me too.

Come on.

Wait. Ben.

He was here.
He was trying to help me. He...

I...

I think he might have left
before glory came...

I can't...
I can't remember.

It's okay.
Don't worry about it.

Next time we see him,
we'll thank him.

I have to get you back home now.
Mom's freaking out.

Oh. Is she mad about
the whole fire thing?

I think you sort of have a
"get out of jail free" card...

On account of
big love and trauma.

Really? Okay.

Good.

You think she'd raise my allowance?
Don't push it.

Grr! Arrgh!