Buffy the Vampire Slayer (1996–2003): Season 7, Episode 13 - The Killer in Me - full transcript

Previously on
Buffy the Vampire Slayer...

The First.
That's what it wants.

To erase all the Slayers in training and
their Watchers, along with their methods.

Buffy, he's been feeding.

He really didn't know what he'd done.
Wasn't in his control.

It's a trigger.
It's a brainwashing term.

It's how the military
makes sleeper agents.

- Amy.
- Can I come in?

If you really are my friend,
you'd better stay away from me.

- Agent Finn, my implant?
- The implant works.

Hostile 17 can't harm
any living creature



in any way without
intense neurological pain.

You think you could
just do that to me?

Tara?

Somebody! Help!

You wanna do the
sleeping arrangements?

Okay. You, uh,
better not hog the covers.

Are you sure
you'll all be all right?

You'll only be gone
for two days.

- I think we've managed a bit longer than that.
- Right.

Oh.

Dawn, Vi's left her notebook on the mantelpiece.
Would you mind running it out to the car?

Sure.

While you're at it, smack her on the head with
it and remind her not to leave it lying around.

On it.



I'm just a little bit twitchy about
leaving you alone again here

while... while things are...
in such a state of flux.

I know. But you should go.

This trip is important for the girls to
understand the source of their power

and to know how
to use it right.

I don't think they appreciate the
gravity of what we're undertaking.

It's frightening
and it's difficult.

And then apparently someone told them
that the vision quest consists of

me driving them into the
desert, doing the hokey pokey

until a spooky
Rasta-mama Slayer

arrives and speaks
to them in riddles.

- That's not exactly
how I put it. I...

Hey! How's Kennedy?
- Still "fluey." Bummed about missing the field trip.

She says she wants you to
meditate extra hard for her

and bring her back
some s'mores.

Ah, yes, s'mores.

- I'm going to end up singing campfire songs, aren't I?
- Oh, yeah.

- Giles, you might wanna
get out there.

Oh, God. What?

Molly and Rona are fighting over
who gets to drive the first leg.

Bet you wish you'd renewed that California
State driver's license now, huh?

- Rona won. You should probably
let Molly out of the trunk.

- I never actually realized just
how compact Molly really is.

- Just please be safe while I'm away.
- You too.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Giles is off on the retreat.

- Give us all a chance for a breather, eh?
- From Giles?

From the constant pitter-patter
of clomping teenage girlie feet.

- I have no idea what you're talking about.
- Come off it.

No, I enjoy my responsibility as
mentor, role model, life guide.

Oh, my God. I cannot believe I have my
bathroom all to myself for two whole days.

It's like a bloody war zone up
there, and not in the good way.

Have you seen the kitchen
since they've been here?

I'm just tryin' to stay
out of their way.

I noticed.

Hmm. This is better.

Believe me, it's safer.

Okay. But you've been fine in
close contact with the girls.

Yeah. With you
by my side, yeah.

But, uh, you wouldn't let me
hurt one of 'em.

And that's the way it's gonna be until we're
sure the First is done making me its bitch.

Either we're together,
or I'm on the leash.

We just need to make sure
the trigger's deactivated then.

- We've got a couple of days, lack of pitter-patter and all.
- Buffy?

What?

- Ow.
- Ow?

Ow, ow.

What's wrong?
Spike, what is going on?

The chip.

Oh, God.
Why would...

Hey. How is he?

Oh, in the "goes" part
of "comes and goes."

Well, there seems to be a definite lack
of screaming. That has to be good.

You'd think.

- That for the other patient?
- Yeah.

Thought I'd bring her
some tea. Help her feel better.

Mm-hmm.

It's just tea.

Wil?

How much do you know
about the chip?

Spike's chip?

Well, I remember trying
to dig up stuff back then,

but, you know, turns out

when a secret government
agency studies vampires

and puts chips in their brains that
keep them from hurting people,

they don't really
build websites.

- Why?
- Even with the chip,

Spike was able to hurt all those
people when he was brainwashed.

Yeah, but he was under
the control of the First.

Maybe something's wrong
with it.

That chip is misfiring
all on its own then.

Well, this'll be fun.

Remember when things
used to be nice and boring?

No.

Have fun delivering the tea.

Okay, not when you make it sound
all dirty like that.

It's just tea.

Hey. I figure the best thing for
a cold is a nice hot cup of...

Boots?

- Hey.
- For someone who's sick,

you look surprisingly robust
and... casual dressy.

Well, the lighting in here is good.
Maybe it's just the...

You were never sick.

No, I was never sick.

Oh, you are so busted.

- Xander's gonna have to drive you to the desert...
- Willow!

Chill. There's a reason
I didn't go.

I have a thing...
A separate thing.

- What?
- Something's coming down.

I have my own mission,
and I need your help.

♪ So I can be ♪

♪ Happy again ♪

This is a mission?

Oh. Yeah.

And the little paper umbrellas
are a signal for what?

- We're not on a mission, are we?
- Hey, trust me.

I told you.
I have a thing.

Come on! Come on!
Just hang out with me a little.

You're sexy when you pout.

Why do you do that?

To get you to stay.

All right, I'll stay for one drink.
Then I'm going home.

Okay, one drink.

I can work with that.

Let's start with
the easy stuff.

How long have you known?

- That you were gay.
- Wait. That's easy?

And what, you just assume
that I'm... I'm gay?

I mean, presume much?

Okay, sorry. How long have you
enjoyed having sex with women?

Hey!

And what, you think you have some sort
of special "lesbidar" or something?

Okay, you know there's
a better word for that, right?

You really haven't been getting
out there much, have you?

Well, I just...

Can you always tell just...
Just by looking at someone?

No. No, of course not.

That wouldn't be any fun.

The fun part is the process
of getting to know a girl.

It's like... It's like
flirting in code.

It's using
body language and...

laughing at
the right jokes and...

and looking into her eyes...

and knowing she's still
whispering to you,

even when she's not
saying a word.

And that sense that
if you can just touch her...

just once,

everything will be okay
for both of you.

That's how you can tell.

Or if she's really hot, you just get
her drunk, see if she comes on to you.

Three years ago.
That's when I knew.

And it wasn't women.
It was woman. Just one.

Lucky woman.

Popped another blood vessel,
I think.

There's gotta be a reason why
the chip is going all wonky.

Maybe it's related
to the trigger.

Or maybe it has something
to do with the new soul.

Or maybe I wasn't meant
to last this long.

One more thing you and I
have in common, eh, pet?

- Well, we'll fix it. We'll hit serious research mode.
- Good.

Try behavior modification
software throughout the ages.

Okay. You're right.

Not a book thing.
It's a phone thing.

Who you gonna call?

- God, that phrase is never gonna be usable again, is it?
- Doubt it.

- Do your parents know?
- Yeah.

My mom was...
Was all proud,

like I was making
some political statement.

And then the statement mojo
wore off, and I was just gay.

She hardly
ever even met Tara.

- Classic.
- I didn't mind.

- Tara and I are kind of private.
- I'm sorry.

- It must have been...
- Were, I mean, private.

Yes, Agent Finn. Riley.

Tell him we're having
a problem with Spike's chip.

No, his chip.

- Spike.
- Listen, pet...

Well, no, no, Finn is
his last name. Yeah.

Well, did he use to work there
and maybe he got transferred?

Oh.

Is this actually
a flower shop,

or is this one of those things where
I'm supposed to play along...

to show that I know
it's really secret ops?

Maybe I shouldn't have said that.
Um, okay.

Right.

Well, if some guy named Finn
shows up to buy flowers...

Yeah. Thanks.

Wrong number, or a giant
government conspiracy.

One of the...

Spike?

This one seemed easier
than the others.

See? Probably just
gonna fade...

It was Gone with the Wind.

I saw that and I knew I wanted
to sweep Scarlett off her feet.

- You were five.
- Well, I'm not saying the sweeping would have been easy.

- What?
- I just...

I still don't get it.

Why you like me. I mean,
you don't even know me.

Have you seen you?

And we like the same things...

Italian, skate punk,

Robert Parker mysteries,
fighting evil.

I don't like any of that stuff,
except the fighting evil part.

But even then I'd prefer
a nice foot massage.

Okay. I dig the way

you always turn off the Moulin
Rouge DVD at chapter 32...

so it has a happy ending.

I like the way you speak.

It's interesting.

And your freckles.

Lickable.

I'm not so into
the magic stuff.

Seems like fairy-tale crap
to me, but it matters to you.

You care about it.

So, it's cool.

Well, this is my stop.

So...

Glad we talked.

Yes. Kind of cleared
the air, huh?

Yeah, totally.
Air cleared. Check.

- You know, in the spirit of air clearing...
- Yeah?

I feel like I need
to be honest about something.

- Is something wrong?
- No. No.

It's just...

I think you should know.

Well, that was nice.

Are you okay?

I'm not used to literally knocking girls off
their feet with just the power of my lips.

Okay, are you gonna
pick that up, or...

I don't... What are you?

Is this a freckle thing,
'cause...

Oh, God. Oh, God.

What is that?

It's the man that I killed.

Okay. Hold up a sec!

Guys?

- Get Buffy! Tell her the First is back!
- No, I'm not the First.

We're not interested in any of your
evil lies. We've heard 'em all.

- No, guys, it's me. I'm me.
- I'm Willow. Guys, come on.

- Ask Kennedy. She was there.
- I don't know.

I'm not sure. We were up in
Willow's room and we were...

No.

- No. You're back.
- No, I'm not. It's not... I'm not it. Listen to me!

No more listening. I know who you are now.
I know what you made me do.

Your promises of happy fields
and dancing schnauzers...

- and being demigods won't
work on me anymore. Buffy?

- And the Bringers are probably coming too.
- No, I'm not the First.

You made me do things. Things
I can never take back ever.

- I'm not the First!
- What the hell is going on in here?

- Ow!
- Buffy?

- Wait.
- But if he's the First...

- I'm not the First.
- You're not the First.

I know!

Oh, my God.

- You're back.
- Hey! Bad touching.

- Everyone, please stop.
- It's me.

- It's Willow.
- I'm Willow.

- Are you sure?
- There are other stories from kindergarten...

Non-yellow crayon stories in which you
don't come out in such a good light.

An incident involving
Aquaman underoos, for example.

- You want me to start talkin'?
- Hey, Willow.

- What happened?
- I don't know.

Uh, we were there, and... and
then I looked like him.

Oh. Like a glamour.

Maybe. But I probably
brought it on myself.

- What makes you think that?
- Well, it wouldn't be the first time.

And I have a history with my witchy
subconscious making things go "kerfloopy."

Remember the wacky "I can't see
you, you can't see me" spell?

- Guys!
- It's so real.

- Yeah. All too aware.
- Okay, say you're right

and you did do this to yourself. Why would
your subconscious turn you into Warren?

Obviously, because
I feel bad about killing him.

Look, we'll... we'll deal.

- We'll get help.
- No, I can handle this.

- On your own? Why?
- I did it. I'll fix it.

- And I don't want you to see me this way anyway.
- It's a little late for that.

- Seriously, I'm not posing
any big threat to the world.

And it looks like you've got
your hands full already.

I'll go. I'll handle it.
I'll fix it.

And I'll be back before
you even know I'm gone.

Promise.

Spike?

- Buffy.
- I'm right here.

- The chip fired again.
- I kind of figured.

Maybe they'll call back.
Maybe they'll send help.

Maybe we can't wait.

Okay.

Safe to say no one will ever
accuse you of being too butch.

- Kennedy, go home.
- Come on.

I mean,
you turned into a guy.

I mean, if you take a step back, seriously,
there's a certain element of humor here, right?

Well, a really,
really big step.

I killed him.
It's hard to see the chuckles.

- So, you got a plan?
- Yep. I'm gonna get some help reversing it.

- I thought you were gonna try it yourself.
- I did try.

It didn't work.
Something's blocking me.

Well, all the more reason for me to go with you.
Plus, I was there with you when it happened.

Let me come to try
to help too.

I really think I'm fine
with the handling.

- By yourself? Why?
- I'm the one that killed him.

I... It's hard to understand.

Given. How about I just tag along anyway?
Keep you company.

I'm taking that as a "Yes."

Fine. Come.

Try not to get in the way.

You know where
you're going?

To see some old friends
of mine.

It's been a while,
but maybe they can help.

Are you sure you still wanna
go back in this place with me?

Eh, nothing good
on TV tonight.

- Here we are.
- Yep, here we are.

- Do you think this stuff's still good?
- I don't know.

It worked pretty good when the
Initiative held me captive here.

Every time I'd get
a little... rambunctious,

the chip would kick in and I'd feel
like my head was gonna explode.

They'd dope me up and everything would
be all daffodils and teddy bears.

For a couple of hours anyway.

Maybe we should search
for files and stuff.

Find out everything we can
about the chip... shelf life.

I'll take whatever
I can get.

- Ready?
- Yeah.

I'll get it.

I'm supposed to get a call when the new
League of Extraordinary Gentlemen comes in.

- I gave them this number.
- Can you see if you can get two?

Summers' residence. This is Andrew
speaking. How can I help you?

Loser.

Hey, do we know some
British guy named Robson?

He was attacked,

this Robson guy in England.

And Giles was there
helpin' him.

And there was a Bringer.

- Xander...
- Robson blacked out, but the last thing he remembers

is Giles's head about to get real familiar
with the Bringer's very sharp ax.

- Oh, my God.
- Giles never mentioned any of this.

Robson said by the time
he came to,

there was no Giles.

So, what are we saying?

Maybe Giles just didn't
wanna talk about it.

Or maybe he didn't make it.

Look, I'm not saying
it's a happy scenario,

but we're dealing with a Big Bad that
can be any dead person it wants.

Because if you wanna infiltrate
the inner circle of the Slayer...

You become the one person she
trusts more than anybody else.

But there's no way
that we can know.

Actually, that's not true.

The First can't take corporeal
form, so it can't touch anything.

Well, it's not like Giles
hasn't touched anything, right?

Has anyone seen.

Giles touch anything
since he got back?

Hold anything?

Has anybody hugged him?

Think very hard.

- Wait a minute. Where are you...
- Desert. We're gonna find Giles.

Oh, good. Let me just get some tapes for
the car. I've been working on this mix...

- You're not coming.
- What? Why?

'Cause I used to be evil?

No. Actually, because you're annoying,
but that's a good reason too.

Wait. Don't... Don't leave me
here all alone.

- I keep getting attacked in this house.
- Actually, Xander...

What if this is all part of the plan... drive
you guys away so it can have its way with me?

- Ever think of that?
- I'll risk it.

Okay. Well, if you leave me here
alone, I'll do something evil,

like burning something,

or gluing things together.

For crying out loud, Harris.
Let's just take him.

- At least we can keep
an eye on him.

- Xander?
- I know. They're out there all alone, all of 'em.

Instill us, O Great One,

with peace, with strength,

with compassion,

with hope.

The path we seek is yours.

Keep us on that path.

Oh, hey.
Wow. This is new.

- Um, hi. We're...
- Oh, hey.

I'm sorry. Willow.

We actually met
when I was a freshman,

and also not a boy.

- This is Kennedy.
- Hey.

- You're Willow?
- Yeah.

Wow. Look at you guys.

Campus Wiccans. I guess you got
past the whole bake-sale phase.

No. We still do that too,
second Tuesday of every month.

I'm sorry. I'm kind of having a hard
time with the whole guy event thing.

Um, it's actually her.

I can tell.

- I know her.
- Okay. Whoa.

Um, okay.
Here's the thing. Hi.

Here's the thing. I'll just
get this out of the way.

I'm sort of screwed up. But I mean, you
already knew that because you lived it.

- Gotcha.
- But she's doing so much better now. Amy.

It's okay, Vaughne.
I wanna do this.

It took me a long time
to really see myself.

But I did. 'Cause that's the crazy
thing about hitting rock bottom...

You get to relive all the
crappy things that you did.

And I wanted to come
find you and tell you...

that I was here working
on things with these guys.

And that they're good.
And that I was sorry.

But you're here,

looking like...

Wow. How did this happen?

That's what we're here to find out. I mean,
if we're done with all the group hugging.

I got hit with this, like, glamour thing,
and I can't seem to shake it myself.

I was hoping that someone here
might be able to help.

Yeah. See, the thing is we're
more about healing spirits

and nurturing
our life force here.

Oh.

But we'll try.

- Her spirit's true...
- What if she can't handle this?

You have a better idea?

Give back the form the soul requires,
see that the balance is put right.

- It didn't work?
- No, it didn't, you dumb bitch!

Willow!

- You slapped me.
- No, I-I-I didn't.

It wasn't me.

It was Warren.

Willow? Willow?

Okay, you're upset.

Upset? Upset? Are you just tuning in?
Did you not see that?

I'm turning into him.

It's not a trick. It's not a glamour.
I'm becoming him...

A murderous, misogynist man!

Do you understand what he did...
What I could do?

I killed him for a reason.

Getting angry isn't helping.
We can still try it.

You understand nothing
about magic.

And in case you haven't noticed,
our little date, it's over.

Willow.

Willow, wait!

Careful.

Oh, God.

They just left 'em.

They just sealed
the place off.

Left everything as it was.

I'm thinkin' brief stay.

Yeah. You're not wrong.

I think I can get us
to the med lab.

Find the drug.

Okay, I'll go. 'R'.

Ghost is hard to play
by yourself.

- How long since they left?
- A few hours.

If it is the First...
And I'm not saying it is...

What are we
expecting to find?

He didn't bring them
out there to meditate.

Kinda makes you grateful you
weren't a Potential after all,

doesn't it... safer?

- Well, not so fast with the "phew."
- He might know we're coming.

Which means we're already too late. And
we're heading out to the middle of nowhere.

With no Slayer,
no powerful witch.

Just a teenager, a powerless
former demon, and two big geeks.

Okay, license plate
game maybe?

Look at me.
Crying like a little girl.

- Do you hear that?
- Yep.

Think something survived?

Sounds like.

- Do you see where?
- No.

But it sounded like it
was coming from over there.

Whatever it is, it's not...

Buffy!

- Where'd they go?
- They took off.

That was a little too creepy,
even for us.

You're really worried
about her.

Look, she's gonna
be fine, really.

She's good at this.
She's strong.

And she's dealt with
a lot worse,

long before she went and found herself a
big, old potential Slayer bodyguard, okay?

Just have
a little faith in her.

I never said
I was a potential Slayer.

Oh. No, I think you did when you
first got here. You told us...

No, I didn't.

How did you know...
who I was?

Oops.

Oh, no!

No! God, no! Not now!

Spike?

So, same model as last time?

How'd that work out for you?

You'd be amazed.

Touch him! Touch him!

- I feel him! I feel him!
- Me too.

- Me too.
- Good. We all feel each other.

Including some of us who don't know each
other well enough to take such liberties.

Thank you.

I assume there is a perfectly reasonable
and not at all insane explanation, yes?

We thought you might be
non-corporeal evil.

- We got a call. We couldn't remember you touching anything.
- Had to make sure you were okay.

- We were worried.
- Oh.

Ah. Yes, well,
that's very sweet.

Now wait a minute.
You thought...

You think I'm evil if I bring a group of girls
on a camping trip and don't touch them?

Spike?

Hey.

Are you still with us?

Yeah.

Well, that guy was...

Just the beginning.

- What's happening?
- Miss Summers.

Agent Finn reported that you tried
to contact him earlier today.

I knew it!
Government conspiracy.

He indicated you might
be needing our assistance.

We're to provide you anything
you need to help "assface" here.

Those were his
exact words, ma'am.

Med team tells me
they took a look at the chip.

You were right.
It's degraded.

Leave it as it is much longer
and it'll be fatal to him.

- Okay. So, how long till...
- Now, ma'am.

Right. Of course. Um,
well, what do we do next?

Agent Finn said
it was your call, ma'am.

My... What was my call?

All decisions regarding Hostile
17 are to be left in your hands.

His chip...
We can either repair it,

or remove it.

Tell me why
you did this to her.

- What did you do to her?
- What? To Willow?

- Oh, just your standard penance malediction is all.
- Okay.

And that's magic
crazy talk for what?

- I put a hex on her.
- Got that part.

But why Warren?

And why did it happen
after we kissed?

That's rich.

That must have been
some kiss.

You must be good.

Answer me.

The hex I cast lets the victims' subconscious
pick the form of their punishment.

It's always better than anything I
can come up with. Elegant, you know?

Undo it. Let her out.

Okay. Oh, wait.
I forgot. No.

Why would you do this to her?
You really hate her that much?

This is not about hate.

It's about power.

Willow always had
all the power.

Long before she even
knew what to do with it.

It just came so easy for her.
The rest of us,

we had to work twice as hard
to be half as good.

But no one cares
about how hard you work.

They just care about
cute, sweet Willow.

They don't know
how weak she is.

She gave in to evil and stuff
worse than I can even imagine.

She almost destroyed
the world.

And yet everyone
keeps on loving her?

So what's wrong with having a little
fun, huh? Taking her down a peg or two?

Fun? She's disappearing.

Fading away in that creep,
and you think it's fun.

It was just a game. It's not my
fault that she's losing herself.

I'm gonna stop you now,
you know.

Hey, I'm not
the bad guy here.

But I wonder where
he'd be right about now.

Well, that was
a hell of a thing.

Think you can just do that to me...
that I'd let you get away with it?

Do? Get away with...

Okay. Let's not get excited.

It's too late for that.
This is what I am.

I made it happen,
and I'll make it stop.

Willow, what did you
make happen?

You were there, bitch.
You saw it.

I killed her.

You mean "him."

Her. Him.
You know what I mean.

But you said "her."

No. That was Warren.

No. No, it wasn't.
You said I was there.

- Who did you kill, Willow?
- It was your fault, slut!

You tricked me.
Got me to forget.

- Tara...
- Shut up!

Shut up! You do not
get to say her name.

Offering it up
to whoever's there.

Tricking me
into kissing you.

I didn't...
I didn't mean to...

What I'm saying, I
can't make... Kennedy?

I can't hold on.
He's winning.

- No.
- I'm being punished.

I... I kissed you just...
Just for a second,

but it... it was enough.

I let her go.
I didn't mean to.

- Kissing me didn't mean that...
- No!

She was never gone.
She was with me.

We should have been forever.

And I... I let her be dead.

She's really dead.
And I killed her.

Willow, no.

Please, baby.
I'm so sorry.

- Come back! I'm sorry!
- I'm sorry!

Come back!

Willow.

I don't think you did
anything wrong.

This is just magic.

And I think I'm figuring
the whole magic thing out.

- It's just like fairy tales.
- What are you doing?

Bringing you back to life.

Hmm.

I am good.

It's me? I'm back?

Oh, God.

Are you all right?

I have no idea.

I'm so tired.

Yeah.

I'll make you some tea.

Grr! Arrgh!