Buffy the Vampire Slayer (1996–2003): Season 7, Episode 9 - Never Leave Me - full transcript

Previously on
Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

You're just scared.
Of course I'm scared.

Last time we were here,
33.3% of us were flayed alive.

- Nice job.
- Do you have any idea how hard it's been to act this cool?

That death thing was
all part of the master plan.

If Jonathan pulls off his end of the
bargain, we'll both become gods.

I saw Mom.
Things are coming, Dawn.

- Why are you...
- When it's bad, Buffy won't choose you.

- It wasn't her.
- What?

It's the big bad, Dawn.
The one we knew was coming.

What the hell happened? This big evil
that's been promising to devour us?



- Well, I think it started chomping.
- Oh, God.

Buffy, this thing knows us.

It made us think that we were
talking to people we knew.

I'm just a guy with his ear to the
ground, but even I can feel it.

Something's coming.

I don't know what exactly,
but something's brewing.

And it's so big, ugly and damned, it makes you
and me look like little bitty puzzle pieces.

Buffy, he's been feeding on human blood.
That's gotta do stuff.

I think there was something there,
talking to him, making him do things.

♪ How could you use
a poor maiden... ♪

Spike!

I remember.

I've killed,
and I can feel 'em.

I can feel
every one of them.



There's something
playing with us.

Why is it doing this to me?

I don't know.

Help me.
I'll help you.

This thing has been closer
to Spike than any of us.

And if you want to
understand it...

I'm gonna have to
get close to Spike.

Robson, are you here?

Robson!

- Dear God, I thought you were...
- Gather them.

- What?
- It's started.

It's all right.
I understand.

I'll take...

So, the basement
was filled with bodies?

Apparently.

And Spike could have
sired countless others...

and buried them around town.

And we're waiting for him to do
what exactly? Do something crazy?

It's not that simple.

Shouldn't we stab him
through the chest?

I mean, isn't that what we do
when these things happen?

Look, Buffy knows
what she's doing.

Well, Xander, you know what
we're all talking about.

I mean, you've always been part
of the "Spike is evil" faction.

I've got a house
to put back together.

Fine. You guys keep
your heads buried in the sand.

But I think we should all prepare
ourselves for the possibility...

that William the Bloody
is back.

All right.
Lookin' good.

How do you feel?
Good.

Excellent. We've got work to do.
Do we have to do work right now?

Can't I just walk around
for a while in my coat?

Don't go soft on me now.
We're right in the trench,

and the exhaust port's
in sight.

I thought that was it. I did what you told
me. It's not my fault it didn't work.

And why do I have to do
all the wet work?

Hey! You know the rules.

I can't take
corporeal form.

Feel.

Mm-hmm.

Cool.
Pretty bitchin', right?

I'm like Obi-Wan.
Or Patrick Swayze.

Believe me. I would do
this stuff if I could.

I can't.

I need you.
You're my iron fist.

I just don't think
I can kill anybody else.

Oh, will you stop
worrying about that.

I didn't want to kill you. Warren made me.
Hey, I'm glad he did.

This is the best thing
that's ever happened to me.

It didn't hurt too much?
I-I'm not very good at stabbing.

You know,
it wasn't that bad.

It was like a... a sharp
pain, then a burning,

then a general
queasiness.

Kind of like when I used to
get ulcers in high school,

only at the end, I became
one with light and hope.

I can't do it.
I... I can't do it anymore.

Hey, this isn't
your fault, okay?

It's my fault the ritual didn't work.
I screwed up.

I'm little. I don't have as
much blood as other people.

I probably should have
told someone I was anemic.

Don't worry.
We're gonna fix it.

You gotta trust us.
We know what we're doing.

I can't kill anybody else.

Okay, calm down.

We can work around that.

We're gonna get to
the bottom of this.

We just
can't take any chances.

Don't.

Make it tighter.
The knots will give.

I get free,
someone's gonna die.

Now, guys, look. We can
settle this one of two ways.

You can repaint
the walls, or...

I can suspend you and report
this little incident...

on your permanent record.

Fine. Do that.

Okay, I was bluffing.

I hadn't really thought
that one through.

Listen, this whole permanent record
thing is such a myth anyway.

Colleges never ask for anything
past your S.A.T. scores,

and it's not like employers
are gonna be callin' up...

to check to see how many days
you missed back in high school.

So, listen, I...
I could suspend you,

but that would mean
calling your parents,

alerting your teachers,
filling out paperwork...

and quite possibly having
to talk to the school board.

All of which sounds
positively exhausting to me.

No.

No, I think it would be much easier
if I just called the police.

Let them deal with it.

Oh, and in case
you're wondering,

this is the part
where I'm not bluffing.

We'll repaint it.

Good job.

Excuse me.

Miss Summers.

I'm with students.

I just wanted to tell you that
Buffy won't be coming in today.

She's really sick.
Oh, no.

Yeah. Last night
she was vomiting,

and then this morning
she was vomiting some more.

And then, just when
we thought she was done,

she started vomiting again.

Yeah, we got that stomach flu going around.
Her exact words were,

"I've got stuff
coming out of both ends."

Thank you.

That's... very helpful.

Sure. No problem.

- Hey, guys. How's it goin'?
- Pretty good.

Uh, tell your sister
not to worry about it.

We'll soldier on
without her here.

Just, um, tell her to
concentrate on getting better.

Yeah, she'll be fine.

She just needs to get
some stuff out of her system.

I need to find him
as soon as possible.

He's not answering
any of his numbers.

Ms. Summers,
the Watchers Council...

does not keep track
of our lapsed employees.

Ever since Mr. Giles pulled up
his stake in Sunnydale,

we've not made it our business
to follow his every move.

You don't need to get all
British and dodgy, Mr. Travers.

I know you have ways
of finding him.

Well, I suppose, if you feel the matter
is urgent, we could look into it.

I'd appreciate it. Thank you.
Not at all. Good day.

The girl knows nothing.

And we need to find
Rupert Giles.

As soon as possible.

Can I do something?

I think you
should probably g...

Here.

He's been feasting
on humans for weeks.

He's having some
pretty bad withdrawals.

- I think we need to get him some blood.
- Do you want me to kill Anya?

No. We should probably
try to wean him off humans.

He'll have to make do
with animal blood.

I'll go get some.
You don't mind?

No, I have to
get out of the house.

Xander's installing
the new windows,

and he keeps giving lectures
on proper tool maintenance.

Tool talk... not my thing.

Thank you.

How you doin' in there?

He's in pretty bad shape.

Past the point where he can
tell me anything.

I wasn't asking about him.

- I'll be okay.
- She won't feel a thing.

Just do it. Fast.

Cut her deep, cut her quick.

It'll be over before
she knows what hit her.

What if she squeals? Uh, better
go for her throat first.

Babe II: Pig in the City
was really underrated.

Don't think about Babe.
Right.

You're Conan.
You're the Destroyer.

It's you against nature.

You're the hunter.
You're primal.

You live off the land.
You're Andrew.

Everyone knows you.
You play by your own rules.

- It's kill or be killed!
- That'll do, pig!

No, you gotta...
You gotta corner it.

- Stay between it
and the hall or...

That's the worst attempt at pig
slaughtering I've ever seen.

I'm not very good at stabbing.

Isn't there some other way
we can get blood?

Number 87.

I'd like 12 pork chops,

two pounds of sausage,

eight quarts of pig's blood,
three steaks,

um,

halibut and, uh,

some toothpaste.

This is a butcher shop, Neo.
We don't sell toothpaste.

Um...

Okay. Just the other stuff then.

You got it.

Hi.

Ooh, steak sauce.

Number 88.

Wait a minute!

Don't kill me!
I'm not gonna kill you.

Don't torture me and send me to an
eternal pain dimension. I'm not gonna.

Warren killed Tara.
I didn't do it.

And he was
aiming for Buffy anyway.

Not making it better.

And you got your revenge. You
killed my best friend. We're even.

Even?

You think I get satisfaction
from what I did?

Maybe not,
but let me keep my skin, okay?

I'm not bad.
I'm not bad anymore.

I'm good.

I do good things now.

Then why do you need
lots and lots of blood?

I am bad.
I'm bad. I'm evil.

But I'm protected
by powerful forces.

Forces you can't even...

begin to imagine,
little girl.

If you harm me, you shall know the wrath
of he that is darkness and terror.

Your blood will boil, and you
will know true suffering.

Stand down, she-witch.
Your defeat is at hand.

Shut your mouth.

I am a she-witch.

A very powerful she-witch.

Or witch, as is more accurate.
I am not to be trifled with.

But I... I'm talking!
Don't interrupt me.

Insignificant man.

I am Willow.
I am death.

If you dare defy me,
I will call down my fury,

exact fresh vengeance and make
your worst fears come true.

Okay?

Look who I found.

Oh, this can't be good.

Guess who was buying mass amounts
of blood at the butcher shop?

Hey, your hair's
not even black anymore.

What are you doin'
back in town?

You'll get nothin'
out of me, carpenter.

We'll see about that.

Careful with my coat.
It's expensive.

Is it new?
Hey!

Ow.

Now, we can do this
the hard way, Ow.

If you want.

But believe me when I tell ya,

this will go much easier...

if you just tell us
what you...

know.
Ow!

You're barkin' up the wrong asparagus.
I don't know anything.

Here's the thing.

I don't believe you.

I haven't done
anything wrong.

Well, then you won't mind
if we ask you a few questions.

Yeah, okay. Why were you buying
blood at the butcher shop?

I fell in love with a beautiful
vampire girl down in Mexico.

Now we're tryin' to make a go of
it on the straight and narrow...

and put our lives back
together here in Sunnydale.

You think this is
a game, junior?

People are dying.
Friends' lives are in danger.

Hey, Anya. And now you want to
waste my time with deceptions?

Not on my watch!

Hey, Anya.

Can I talk to you
outside for a second?

Did you see that?

I actually made him cry.
You were perfect.

I was worried I overdid it with the
whole easy way, hard way thing.

No, you were great. And I wasn't
sure if I should slap him,

but then he made me want to, so I thought,
"Okay, slap him." He'll be singin' in no time.

So, what do we do now? Well, now we let
him stew in his own juices for a bit.

Then we give him the hard brace.
Right.

What's the status
with your guy?

He's not talking yet.
We'll get there.

- How's your guy?
- The weasel wants to sing. He just needs a tune.

He's primed. I'll be
pumping him in no time.

He'll give us
information soon.

Better?

Good.

I don't remember anything.

Well, you were having
pretty bad withdrawal.

No, not that.

I don't remember...

what I did.

Nothing?

Some flashes here and there.

It's like I'm watching
someone else.

Do it... kill people.

I've been losin' time
for a while now.

Wakin' up in strange places.

When did your chip
stop working?

Wasn't aware that it had,
you know.

Not till now.

And the losing time? How
long has that been going on?

Oh, things have been wonky
for me ever since I got back.

Ever since...

You got your soul.

Figured that's what it was like.

Been so long since I had one.

How did you do it?

How'd you get
your soul back?

Saw a man about a girl.

I went to seek a legend out.

Traveled to the other side of the
world, made a deal with a demon.

Just like that?
No, not just like that.

There was a price.
There were trials.

Torture.

Pain and suffering...

of sorts.
Of sorts?

Well, it's all relative,
isn't it?

Meaning?

Meaning I have come to redefine the
words "pain" and "suffering"...

since I fell in love
with you.

How can you say that?

Apparently I just slaughtered
half of Sunnydale, pet.

I'm not really worried about
being polite anymore.

So, that's what
this is about.

You're feeling sorry for yourself, Spike?
I'm feelin' honest with myself.

You used me.

Yes.
You told me that, of course.

I never understood it though.

Not till now.

You hated yourself,

and you took it out on me.

You figure that out
just now?

A soul's not all about moonbeams
and pennywhistles, love.

It's about self-loathing.

I get it.

I had to travel
round the world, but...

I understand you now.

I understand
the violence inside.

Violence?

William the Bloody now has
insight into violence?

Not the same.

As bad as I was, as evil
and as wretched as I was,

I never truly
hated myself back then.

Not like I do now.

How's your face?

Okay.

Sorry about that.
She shouldn't have hit you.

Okay.

Thirsty?

Go on.

That chick's psycho.

You don't know
the half of it.

She's a vengeance demon,
you know.

She's bad news.

This one time, I saw her
having sex with Spike.

She's killed more men
than smallpox.

Does smallpox still kill people?
She's killed a lot of men.

She tortures them.

Anyone who incurs her wrath.

One time she...

Nah, never mind.
What?

It's not important.
What'd she do?

Well, there was this one guy.

There was this one guy.
He, uh... He hurt her real bad.

So she paid him back.

She killed him.
But she did it real slow.

See, first
she stopped his heart,

and then she replaced it
with darkness.

And then she made him
live his life like that.

But he still had to...

go do his job
and see his friends and...

wake up in the morning
and go to bed at night.

But he had to do it all...

empty...

without anything
to look forward to.

Ever.
Sounds bad.

Well, then she tore out his intestines and
rubbed it in his face and took pictures of it.

Oh, God.
But she's downstairs now.

Don't worry about her.
What if...

See, the thing is, we've all
been a little on edge lately.

Some bad things
have been happening.

And the girls, they're all
lookin' for someone to blame.

- I didn't do anything.
- You lying son of a bitch!

You're gonna tell us what we need to know,
and you're gonna tell us right now!

- Anya, no!
- Stop it!

Get off me, Harris!

- Come here, you pip-squeak.
- Get her off me!

I'll tell you! I'll tell
you what you need to know!

Excuse me.

Well.

We've got ourselves
a problem.

Somebody help. Ow.

Everything okay?

Fine.

Okay.

What do I do? Job half done. Never
send a boy to do a man's job.

♪ Oh, don't deceive me ♪

♪ Oh, never leave me ♪♪

Who were you talking to?
What's that?

I heard you through the door.
Who were you talking to?

Nobody. I was just, uh,
keeping myself company.

Are you okay?

Fine.

How are you?

Now, you could talk,
or I could keep hitting you.

Believe me,
I'd love to keep hitting you.

Spike?

I'm fine, Buffy, really.

I'm just...

feeling a bit peckish,
I suppose.

Do you mind?

We needed more blood to
activate the Seal of Dan...

He didn't seem to want
anything to do with me.

I mean, he just pushed me aside
and charged at the wall.

Are you hurt?
Not... Not really.

How's what's his name?

He's got a good chunk taken out of
his neck, but he'll be all right.

Had to tie him up again,
but mainly just to keep him

from scratching
at his bandages.

What the hell happened
up there?

I don't know. I mean,

Spike and I were having a
conversation, and he was fine.

I mean, you know,
fine as Spike can be.

And then I went to check on you
guys, and when I got back...

it was... like he was a
completely different person.

Different like William the
Bloody type different?

He was talking to someone. I heard through
the door. He was having this conversation.

And then he started singing.

Maybe it's another musical.

A much crappier musical.

He mentioned something
about a song in the cellar.

Uh, and he changed there too. I mean,
instantly became another person.

A trigger.

The horse?
No. In his head.

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

It's how the military makes
sleeper agents.

They... They brainwash
operatives...

and condition them
with a specific trigger,

like a song, that makes them drastically
change at a moment's notice.

Is this left over
from your days in the army?

No, this is left over from
every army movie I've ever seen.

But it makes sense.

We've had ghosts or something
haunting us, right?

Well, what if Spike's ghosts have figured
out a way to not only haunt him,

what if they've figured out
how to... how to control him?

Spike said he's been seeing things
since I found him in the basement.

So, he gets
his soul back,

he starts seeing
spooky things,

and he goes
extra, extra crazy.

This trigger... How do we...

holster, safety, or...

I don't know guns.
How do we make it stop?

Well, usually the operative
completes his task...

and either blows his head
off or steals a submarine.

All right.
I need information.

If Spike's a bomb, then I need to
know how to diffuse him. You two,

I want to know what did this to him... spirits,
ghosts, demons. Check the lot of them.

Look for anything that could haunt
or... or possibly control like this.

I need to know exactly
what we're dealing with.

Did I hurt anybody?

You took a good bite
out of Andrew.

Who?

Tucker's brother.

Oh.
He'll be okay.

I don't remember.

It's okay.

Buffy, I don't know why.

We think we do.

Something's playing you.

Some ghost or demon has figured
out how to control you.

I've got the gang
researching it right now.

Xander has this theory
that you're being triggered.

Kill me.

- What?
- Buffy, you have to kill me.

You don't understand.

When I left the room earlier,
I heard you talking to someone.

Do you have any idea
what I'm capable of?

I was in the cellar with you.
I saw what you did.

I'm not talking about
the cellar.

The people in the cellar
got off easy.

I'm talking about me.

Buffy, you've never met
the real me.

Believe me, I'm well aware of
what you're capable of. No.

You got off easy too.

Do you know how much blood you can
drink from a girl before she'll die?

I do.

You see, the trick is
to drink just enough...

to know how to damage them
just enough...

so that they'll still cry...

when you...

'Cause it's not worth it
if they don't cry.

It's not your fault.

- You're not the one doing this.
- I already did it. It's already done.

You want to know what I've done
to girls Dawn's age?

This is me, Buffy.

You've gotta kill me
before I get out.

We can keep you locked up. We'll keep
you here, and we'll figure out...

Have you ever really asked yourself
why you can't do it... off me?

After everything I've done to
you, to people around you?

It's not love.
We both know that.

You fought by my side. You've
saved lives, you've helped...

Don't do that.

Don't rationalize this
into some noble act.

'Cause we both know
the truth of it.

You like men who hurt you.

No.

You need the pain we cause you.

You need the hate.

You need it to do your job...
To be the Slayer.

No.

I don't hate like that.

Not you...

or myself.

Not anymore.

You think you have
insight now...

because your soul's
drenched in blood?

You don't know me.

You don't even know you.

Was that you who killed
those people in the cellar?

Was that you who waited
for those girls?

- There's no one else.
- That's not true.

Listen to me.

You're not alive
because of hate or pain.

You're alive because
I saw you change.

Because I saw your penance.

Window dressing.

Be easier, wouldn't it?
If it were an act.

But it's not.

You faced the monster inside
of you, and you fought back.

You risked everything
to be a better man.

Buffy...
And you can be.

You are.

You may not see it,

but I do.

I do.

I believe in you, Spike.

Buffy.
Dawn.

She's okay.

Is this it? I thought there
was more of 'em. Spike.

They were so fast.

And organized.
They were after Spike all along.

And we were just
in the way.

I know these guys.

I fought them before.

We aren't being haunted.

This isn't some demon.

It's all the same thing.

Spike's ghosts,
the people that you guys saw.

"From beneath us."

It's all the same thing.

I know what we're up against.

The First.

They took our files,
wiped out our records.

We've lost contact with operations
in Munich, Switzerland and Rome.

And we've got casualty confirmations
coming in from as far away as Melbourne.

Sir,

we are crippled.

It's all right, Lydia.

We are still masters
of our fate.

We're still captains
of our souls.

Yes, sir.

Ladies and gentlemen,

our fears have been confirmed.

The First Evil has declared
all-out war on this institution.

Their first volleys
proved most effective.

I, for one,

think it's time
we struck back.

Get me confirmations
on all remaining operatives.

Visuals and tacticals.

Highest alert.

Get them here
as soon as possible.

Begin preparations
for mobilization.

Once we're accounted for,
I want to be ready to move.

Sir?

We'll be paying a visit
to the Hellmouth.

My friends,

these are the times
that define us.

Proverbs 24:6.

"For by wise counsel...

you shall make your war."

You'll have to excuse
the spectacle,

but I've always been a bit of a
sucker for the old classics.

Oh!

Oh, don't look at me that way.

I wanted to do this
more subtle-like.

My harbingers have a tendency
to call attention to themselves.

You're the one who couldn't hold
his end of the bargain.

You're the one who couldn't
take care of what's his name.

You're the one who had to make breakthroughs
and learn something about himself.

Oh!

And so now, fittingly,

you're the one
who gets to do the honors.

I have to admit... I'm glad
it worked out this way.

I was going to
bleed Andrew, but...

you look a lot better
with your shirt off.

To be honest, I'm getting
a little tired of subtle.

I think it's about time we brought
some authority to our presence.

Now, Spike, you want to see
what a real vampire looks like?

Grr! Arrgh!