Buffy the Vampire Slayer (1996–2003): Season 6, Episode 21 - Two to Go - full transcript

This is what happened
this year.

Tomorrow night
we're bringing Buffy back.

You're talking about
raising the dead.

I think I was in heaven.

I was torn out of there
by my friends.

I'm headed back to England,
and I plan to stay.

So you three have, what, banded
together to be pains in my ass?

We're your
arch "nemesises-ses."

Willow, you are using
too much magic.

I don't think
this is gonna work.

Are you saying
you're gonna leave me?



Willow has a problem.
I need help!

We kissed, Buffy.
I'm in love with you.

- You're in love with pain.
- You afraid I'm gonna...

- things have changed.
- The only thing that's different is I'm disgusted with myself.

It's over.
I'm using you.

- We're getting married.
- Congratulations.

Xander's missing? What do
you mean, Xander's missing?

I wish we could just go back
to the way things were before.

And I wish
you were never born.

You left me, Xander,
at the altar.

So you go out and bang
the first body you can find?

- It was good enough for Buffy.
- Shut up and leave her out of...

We can't ignore
this kind of behavior.

Something needs to be done
before it spins out of control.



Can you just be
kissing me now?

- Stop, please!
- I'm gonna make you feel it!

No! Stop!

Ask me again
why I could never love you.

Get nice and comfy, slayer.
I'll be back.

Think you can just
do that to me?

Tara?

Tara?

Bring her back!

- It is done!
- No!

Something terrible has happened.
You don't have to do this.

I need power.

What are you doing?
She's gonna die.

No, she isn't.

We need to find Willow.

You want to return
to your former self?

That bitch
is gonna see a change.

Let me go. Somebody!
Please! God!

Bored now.

Willow,
what did you do?

One down.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

Again? Xander, we
don't have time.

I know. It's just...
What happened back there...

The sounds of it,
the smell.

- I know.
- Willow did that.

That's why we have
to keep moving.

You heard what she said,
"one down."

She was talking
about two to go, right?

Jonathan and what's-his-face...
the other guy.

Andrew. They're just sitting at county
jail without a clue Willow's coming.

You don't think she's gonna kill them too?
She wouldn't. It doesn't make sense.

Willow's got an addictive personality.
She just tasted blood.

She could be there already.
No, she couldn't.

A witch at her level... she could
only go airborne. It's a thing.

More flashy. Impresses the
locals, but it does take longer.

- Longer than what?
- Teleporting.

Right. Vengeance demon. Well, at
least she'll get there first.

I'm counting the ways
that can go wrong.

Anya can handle herself. Against Willow?
Tonight? Don't be too sure.

Well, she should be coming down
at some point, shouldn't she?

I mean, back there, she was out of her
head, running on grief and magics.

Doesn't matter, Willow
just killed someone.

Killing people changes you.
Believe me, I know.

Warren was a cold-blooded killer
of women just warming up.

If you ask me, the bastard
had it coming to him.

Maybe. Andrew
and Jonathan don't.

This is still Willow
we're dealing with, right?

I hope so.

Whatever she's going through,
we have to stop her.

Maybe we can actually do that
if we can get to your...

Car.
Willow.

Guess she wants to finish the
job without us tagging along.

Meet me at the jail.
Sure. How are you gonna...

Okay then.
I'll just catch up.

She's only
my best friend, you know.

No big deal, just...

Glad I can help.

Dude, move, like,
a foot to your left.

What for?

I'm trying to
hear something.

Like what?

Signals.

Oh, for crying
out loud. Signals?

Who from, your probe-happy
alien friends?

Say, maybe we can trade a pack
of cigarettes in for tinfoil.

Make you a nice
little antenna hat.

Laugh it up, fuzzball.

I figured it out.

Warren never abandoned us.

Well, not me, anyway.

This is like his test. If we can figure
out how he's communicating with us,

then we'll be,
you know, worthy.

You're checking
for implants?

Lex Luthor had
a false epidermis escape kit...

In superman versus the amazing
spider-man, treasury edition.

Okay, first of all,
those were Sonic disrupters.

Second of all, you are
sadness personified.

Waiting for Warren?

Yeah, maybe he'll come bust us out
of here on Santa's magic sleigh.

I'm telling him
you said that.

Why wait?
Tell him right now.

Hey, Warren, do you read me? Your
girlfriend's pathetic. Over.

Shut up, jerk-athan!

You see this? This is why we get jet
packs and all you get is left behind.

So you admit it.
Why not? Why not?

You were out of the trio a long time ago...
In a galaxy far, far away.

And you want to know why,
little feller?

No respect for
the chain of command.

See how far it's gotten you?
Checking every hole...

In your sad, little body for
transmitters that don't exist.

Oh, I'll find it, if I have to check
every hole in my body and yours.

Get off!
Make me!

- There you two are.
- Y-you do that?

Listen to me. We have to get you out of
here, or you'll both be killed. Guard!

- What's going on?
- Guard!

Stop that! I-i don't trust her. Do
you trust her? This is major uncool.

Um, Anya? You're gonna have to
break this down for us a little.

Warren shot Buffy. Warren shot Tara.
Buffy's alive.

Tara's dead.
Willow found out,

and being the most powerful Wicca
in the western hemisphere,

decided to get the payback,
with interest.

- What about Warren?
- She killed him.

Ripped him apart, and bloodied
up the forest doing it.

Now she's coming here, and
the two of you are next.

- Oh, my god. Warren.
- Oh, my god. Me.

Guard!

We didn't do anything.
Guard!

All right. All right.
What do you...

- who the hell are you?
- Something's coming. Something bad.

You have to let these men out of here, or I
guarantee you, there will be hell to pay.

Okay, uh,
what exactly's coming?

One of the many things in this world
you are not prepared to deal with.

Huh. That a fact? Yes, and
we're running out of time.

So just believe me when I tell
you, these things are real,

they're dangerous,
and they're coming.

What the hell was that?

Listen, I don't know what you
think you're doing, but just...

Take a nap.

So please, stop looking at me like it's your
first trip to the circus and do your job.

Let them out.

- You three stay here.
- Oh, like we have a choice!

Don't move.
You'll be safe here.

Are you even listening? This is
the one place they won't be safe.

Back off.

Hold it!

Stop it. Just stop.

Why is she doing this? Tell
her we didn't do anything.

Yes, we did. We signed on.
We teamed up.

We wanted to see where our plans
would take us. Take a look.

- This is it!
- Maybe for you.

Get down, lady.
You heard me, down!

Get your men out there!

Anya, teleport us out of here, please.
Take us with you.

I can't.
It doesn't work that way.

Oh, god. Help!

Buffy. Willow, just stop for
a second and listen to...

Aah! What's that sound?

God, it kills. We're gonna
have to make a run for it.

You kidding? She's like dark Phoenix
up there. You expect us to outrun her?

Pretty much.

Get in.
Go!

Go! Go!

Hey! Hey, hey!

Is she coming?
I don't see anything.

Are you guys all right?

- Are you injured?
- I-i don't think so.

Where are you taking us?

We'll find someplace safe, and we'll
keep you there until we can stop Willow.

Run and hide? That's your brilliant plan?
I don't believe this.

Boys, if you don't knock it
off, I will pull this car over,

and you can just walk to your
painful deaths from here.

I don't get it.
Willow's a witch.

Why doesn't she just, you know,
wave her arms and make us dead?

Because she doesn't want you dead.
She wants to kill you.

But we didn't
do anything. Ow!

I hate to admit it, buff, but
Jonathan may have a point.

Why isn't she
right here right now?

Maybe she's just getting
her mojo up and running.

Or maybe she hasn't figured out exactly
how much power she really has yet.

- Neither have we.
- I guess we keep running then.

I still can't believe
that was Willow.

I mean, I've known her
almost as long as you guys.

Willow was, you know,

she packed her own lunches and
wore floods and was always...

Just Willow.

Geez it!
What was that?

Just Willow.

Okay, any ideas?
Drive faster.

This is faster.

She knows you're in
this car too, right?

Right?

- She's draining.
- She's what-ing?

Just keep going.

Cool.

Not that I'm knocking
the nacho cheese ones.

I like the taste. It's just the
texture I can't deal with.

So gritty.

Kind of hurts
my tongue.

So, I give 'em a seven,
maybe a seven-five.

And you think this
is dumb, don't you?

Uh, no, no.

As taste tests go, this is definitely
one of the better ones I've been to.

I get it.
No biggie.

- Uh, do you wanna play cards?
- Clem...

I can be a real boredom buster if
you just give me half a chance.

It's not you. Still,
I feel responsible.

It's not fair, a girl your
age cooped up in a crypt.

Tell you what. Let me get my hat and
my coat. I'll take you to a movie.

- We'll go nuts! Pg-13.
- Clem.

Uh-huh?
Look at me.

Do I look weak to you
or incapable?

Heck no. So why am I stuck here?

No good reason
I can see.

I'm still real sorry
about what happened.

If there's anything I can
do to help, just name it.

Anything?

Oh.

You're not gonna go and get
yourself in trouble now, are you?

Or me? 'Cause your
sister's the slayer.

I'm a demon. That's real good
incentive to get along with her.

I need a demon
to help me.

- Spike would have.
- Spike's gone.

You understand then?

Yeah. Yeah, it's not like you haven't been
clear about it, oh great, mysterious one.

This is a test. I don't get what
I want unless I pass said test.

- That about the size and shape?
- Yes.

And since your pad
is decked out gladiator-style...

And no number-two pencils
have been provided,

I guess we're not
starting with the written.

Oh, here we go then.

Just me and the walking
action figure.

I'm venturing this would be the
kill-or-be-killed type of situation then?

- To the death.
- Right.

Here we are now...
Entertain us.

Son of a...

Rack's place was right
around here last time.

Huh-huh, I don't feel anything. Oh,
well, not here. Let's go home.

You don't feel anything because
his place moves. I told you.

Know why rack moves all the time?
Because he's shady.

A bad element
comes down here.

I get that, but Willow's part of it now.
She is the element.

If she isn't around somewhere,
rack may know where she is,

which is why
we need to talk to him.

We? In a face-to-face way?

Or me. I'll go in there without you.
No, it's fine. I'm good.

It's just rack's not partial to
the floppy-eared. He has a thing.

But... but, hey, I'm in.
Absolutely.

Either way,
just get me there.

Say rack does know where Willow is,
he's not gonna tell you for nothing.

He's gonna want something.
I have money.

That's not the kind
of something he's gonna want.

- Rack likes little girls.
- I am not a little girl.

I don't know if you've
thought this through.

I'm supposed to keep you safe,
and this whole thing is...

I mean, even
if you find Willow,

you really think
you can stop her?

Thanks, Anya, for getting here so fast.
It's a big help.

Once again, Xander
in need of big help.

Whatever. So, can you
still sense Willow?

Knowing her location would be a
real big comfort right about now.

No, I can't. Which means whatever she's
feeling has gone way beyond simple vengeance.

Did I mention me
needing the comfort?

Whatever we got, grab it fast. This is one
of the first places she's gonna look for us.

Then what are we doing here? You know, I
could summon a demon that would kill her.

I could smack you so hard, your
eyeballs would switch sockets.

No one is getting killed.
Sit down.

We need to find
some sort of magics...

That will stop Willow
or at least slow her down.

She drained the place.
Took everything.

- Not everything.
- What is it?

Um, a book
of protection spells.

Anti-magic.
Our last resort.

- You think you can work this stuff?
- Ha, okay.

Well, good news is
the text is intact.

Bad news is, uh,
I can't read a word of it.

It's, like, in ancient
Sumerian or something.

- Could I take a look at it?
- Shut up.

Right.

I just thought, you know, as
long as you're protecting us,

the least I could do is... I'm
not protecting you, Jonathan.

None of us are.
We're doing this for Willow.

The only reason it happens
to be your lucky day,

is because Willow kills you, she
crosses a line, I lose a friend.

And I hate losing.

I get that.

It's just, you know, she's
running out of power, right?

I can tell.

I can practically
feel it.

I've dabbled
in magics.

I think Willow's in a league of
her own about now, dabble boy.

But still, running that
hot for that long,

it's just a matter of time before you gotta
recharge, no matter how juiced up you are.

Thank you. Now do you remember
that thing we talked about?

About me shutting up?

Right.

Buffy.

Buffy, let's say
this works,

and we stop Willow from working
the hoodoo for a minute.

What then?
I talk to her.

Great. And say what?

Look, whatever she's gonna do,
she starts with those two.

They're the line
she cannot cross.

And if she is running
low on magics,

then she's probably somewhere right
now trying to get it all back.

Hey, babe.

I've been waiting for you.

Guess the rehab
didn't take, huh?

That's the way it goes
sometimes.

But I gotta say,

I could feel you coming a
mile away, the power you got.

And you know something,
sweetness?

I liked it.

When you first came to me, you
were just a little slip of a girl.

Look at you now...

So... growed up.

So full of dark juice.

And you still taste
like strawberries.

Only now...

You're ripe.

You came because
you want something,

don't you?

I thought so.

So tell me, strawberry,

what on this earth
do you want?

Just to take
a little tour.

Yea, Clem, making with
the demon senses.

I knew you could
find this place.

It's not very clean. Don't
wig out on me again.

It's just... I'm still not
so sure you should be here.

I'm not so sure
I should be here.

It'll only take
a minute. Come on.

You wanna wait here?

- If that works for you.
- Be right back.

Willow?

Hey, cutie.

Dawnie, what are you
doing here?

'Cause if you're looking for me,
now is not a great time.

You look terrible.

Do I? You're back on the magics.

No, honey,
I am the magics.

Did you kill that guy?

It's an improvement,
believe me.

I have to go.

Why?

So you can run
and tell Buffy?

Willow, please,
just listen to me.

You don't have to talk. Just
think real loud. I can hear you.

You're freaking me out.

Oh, don't be like that.
I'm just a little wired.

And I have some things to do.
Thought if anybody'd understand...

I miss Tara too.

But this...
What you're doing here...

This is not
the way to go.

You're only going
to make things worse.

But I promise,
it's not too late to...

You miss her?
Yes.

Did you cry?

Of course you did. I get that.
I understand the crying.

You cry because you're human.
But you weren't always.

Yes, I was.

No, please. You're telling
me you don't remember?

You used to be some
mystic ball of energy.

Maybe that's why you're
crying all the time, dawnie.

'Cause you don't belong here.

Wanna go back?
End the pain?

You'll be happier.
I'll be happier.

We'll all be a lot happier without
listening to the constant whining.

Willow, stop.

Mom. Buffy. Tara. Waah.

It's time you go back to being
the little energy ball.

No more tears, dawnie.

I think you need
to get away from her.

You're too close.

How am I supposed to read?
I don't know.

I'm staring right at this
stuff, and I can't read it.

Well, how's the translation coming?
What have we got so far?

So far, we've got "the."

Well, either "the" or
"towards." I'm not really sure.

I can't do this.
I'm in retail.

Stupid ancient Sumerian.

I'm pretty sure
it's Babylonian.

The text is similar, but the
dialect is completely different.

Great. Babylonian.
Thanks a bushel.

But unless you can read Babylonian,
why don't you sit back down?

Why are you
helping them?

Because they're saving
our lives, you moron.

Uh-huh.
And what then?

Even if they kill that Wicca bitch, you
think they're just gonna let us walk?

They own us.

So what do you
want me to do?

Look around.
You know magic.

We're in a magic shop.
We can take them.

The books are sucked dry, but so what? There's
still tons of supplies all around us.

This is the best chance we're
gonna get to make it out of here.

And do what?

Start over.

We can be "the duo,"
you and me.

You can even
be the leader.

I swear.
I'll take orders.

I like taking orders.
Just tell me what to do.

You want an order?

Grow up.

Hey, play nice, fellas, or
you'll break our concentration.

Which means
no protection spell.

And Willow will make you two
boneless chickens skinless too.

And then what?

Think your little witch
buddy's gonna stop with us?

You saw her. She's a
truck-driving magic mama,

and we've got maybe seconds before Darth
Rosenberg grinds everybody into jawa burgers.

And not one of you bunch has
the midichlorians to stop her.

You've never had any tiny
bit of sex, have you?

The annoying virgin
has a point.

What if Willow filets their
souls and then comes after us?

- She won't.
- You don't know that.

We're her friends,
Anya, her family.

She would never hurt us.

She tried to use you
for a hood ornament, Xander.

She doesn't care
if you live or die.

Guess you two finally
have something in common.

I care if you
live or die, Xander.

I'm just not sure
which one I want.

Again with the comfort.

Look, we both know things might
get ugly at wiccapalooza,

and if it gets
really bad...

Let me guess...
You'll propose?

I need to know if you're
gonna turn on me,

use this little shindig as an
excuse for some sweet revenge.

There is nothing in this world that would give
me greater or more lasting satisfaction...

Than to reap bloody vengeance
upon you, Xander Harris.

But I can't. Not
officially, not magically.

So smile, it's your lucky day. You
got away with it. I can't hurt you.

Right, 'cause you varnishing the table with
spike, how could that possibly have hurt?

It may have chafed. That wasn't vengeance.
It was solace.

Look. I really
can't hurt you,

so I'm just gonna have to
settle for hating you.

If that's what you need to do.
Don't!

You don't get to play the martyr.
I'm not.

You know, none of this would be
happening if it weren't for you.

You think
I don't know that?

You think I'm the hero
of this piece?

I saw the gun...

Before Warren raised it.

I... i saw it,
and I couldn't move.

He shot
two of my friends...

Before I could even...

You want me to know
how useless I am?

That it's my fault?
Thanks.

I already
got the memo.

I was talking about us.

You need to back down a minute
and think, wil.

I wasn't gonna
hurt her, buzz kill.

She tried
to turn me back.

You're attacking the people
who love you now?

Only the ones in my way.

That's not...
You need help.

I'm doing fine
on my own, thanks.

Dawn, get out of here. Go.

Don't.
We're all friends.

Willow, I know what you wanna do,
but you have to listen to me.

The forces inside you
are incredibly powerful.

They're strong,
but you're stronger.

You have to remember
you're still Willow.

Let me tell you something
about Willow.

She's a loser,
and she always has been.

People picked on Willow
in junior high school,

high school,
up until college,

with her stupid
mousy ways.

- And now Willow's a junkie.
- I can help.

The only thing Willow
was ever good for,

the only thing I had
going for me...

Were the moments,
just moments,

when Tara would look at me,
and I was wonderful.

And that will never
happen again.

I know this hurts, bad,

but, Willow, if you let loose
with the magics, it'll never end.

- Promise?
- You don't want that.

- Why not?
- Because you'll lose everything.

Your friends, yourself.

Willow, if you let this
control you,

then the world goes away
and all of us with it.

There's so much
to live for.

Wil, there's too much to...

Oh, please.
This is your pitch?

Buffy, you hate it here
as much as I do.

I'm just more honest about it.
That's not true.

You're trying to
sell me on the world?

The one where you lie to your friends
when you're not trying to kill them?

And you screw a vampire
just to feel?

And insane asylums are
the comfy alternative?

This world?
Buffy, it's me.

I know you were happier
when you were in the ground.

The only time you were ever
at peace in your whole life...

Was when you were dead.

Until Willow
brought you back.

You know, with magic.

Aw. Sorry.

The trip can be kind of rough
if you're, you know, not me.

Dawn.

Jonathan. Andrew.

You boys like magic,
don't you?

Abracadabra.

Okay, didn't see
that coming.

What was that?
We're alive.

You guys wanna take it slow?
I can do that too.

Ask Warren.

Don't!

Let's get outta here.

No, no. Stay.

I mean, we're just getting started.
I've got big party plans.

Wil...
No, don't.

Guys, come on. I'm just getting
the wood for the violence here.

And you know what they say... "if
at first you don't succeed..."

had enough?

Bad move, bad move,
bad move.

Looks like local boy loses.

So it would appear.

Good on me then.

I get what I came for.
I passed, right?

Indeed, you have passed
the first stage of the test.

Right. I get...

Wait. First stage?

Bugger.

Damn, that is one
effective counterspell.

- Won't keep you alive, though.
- Wil, stop.

- You need to give this up now.
- I get it.

You boys put a spell
on yourselves, didn't you,

protecting you from harm,
from magics?

That's cute.

Wil, back off before
somebody gets hurt.

How about I back off
right after?

So, which one of you boys
worked the mojo?

Doesn't matter, really.
I just... I'm curious.

Just because I can't do magics to you,
doesn't mean I can't do them on myself.

Now I'm pretty sure I'm strong
enough to beat you to death.

I don't wanna hurt you.

Not a problem.

I said
I didn't want to.

Didn't say I wouldn't.

- Let's go.
- What about Willow?

Buffy can handle her.
Are you sure?

No, that's why
we're leaving. An?

I can't. I have to stay here to
keep the spell going on Willow.

No, but... go! Do
something right.

No!

So, here we are.

Are we really gonna do this?

Come on. This is
a huge deal for me.

Six years as a sideman,

now I get to
be the slayer.

A killer isn't a slayer.

Being a slayer means something
you can't conceive of.

Oh, Buffy.

You really need to have every
square inch of your ass kicked.

Then show me what you got,

and I'll show you
what a slayer really is.

Where are you taking us?
Someplace safe.

Like where?
Xander?

I don't know.

Get off, superbitch.

I can help you stop.

I thought you were gonna
show me what a slayer was.

I can't... run anymore.

I need to... breathe.

If you wanna keep breathing,
you gotta keep moving.

This is bogus. We gotta
get out of this town.

Mexico. We should
go to Mexico.

Hey, you're not
going anywhere.

We just gotta find a place to hide you two
until we get the "all clear" from Buffy.

Yeah? What if the
slayer's dead already?

We're supposed to sit around waiting for
Sabrina to show up and disembowel us?

You do what I say to...
I don't think so.

Well, hey, isn't
that interesting?

Anya's still here.

Looks like I've been
beating on the wrong gal.

Whoa, whoa. Okay, Andy. Let's
just put the sword down.

Oh, no way. I-I'm not gonna die because
of something I didn't even do.

You're not gonna die.

Leave him alone.

Let him go, Andrew.

You heard me.

- You let me go first.
- Uh-uh. Him.

It's your move.
No, yours.

I'm not moving.

I'm not gonna budge
till... right now.

Ow!

Xander's right. We're
not leaving sunnydale.

When this is over, you and I are
going back to jail to do our time.

Help me!

Help me!
You're hurting me.

You can't block my spells
if you can't chant.

And you can't chant
if you're sleepin'.

Buffy, I gotta tell you.
I get it now.

The slayer thing really
isn't about the violence.

It's about the power.

And there's no one in the world
who has the power to stop me now.

I'd like to
test that theory.

Grr! Arrgh!