"All right, you can open them up now." "Fab." "What's the occasion?" "Faith, as if I need a reason to show you my affection... or appreciation for running a small errand at the airport." "Airport?" "What's next?" "You gonna want me to help a buddy of yours move a sofa?" "This isn't a free ride, young lady." "You know, I'm beginning to think... that somebody's getting a little spoiled." "Maybe I should take this back." "Sorry... sir." "That's my girl." "Another cookie?" "Now... a package is arriving tomorrow night... from Central America." "Something... and I can't stress this enough... something crucially important to my ascension." "Without it... well, what would tollhouse cookies be... without the chocolate chips?" "A pretty darn big disappointment..." "I can tell you." "Ha ha ha." "Open your present." "There." "That look on your face is my reward." "This is a thing of beauty, Boss." "Cost a pretty penny." "So, you just take good care of it." "You be careful... not to put somebody's eye out with that thing." "Till I tell you to." "Got any particular eyes in mind?" "Sorry, honey." "That's OK." "Well, there's something you don't see every day." "Unless, of course, you're me." "That was bracing." "Wanna do another sweep?" "It's what I live for." "Sad to say." "Too tired?" "No." "It's just... do you get the feeling that we're kind of in a rut?" "Rut?" "You never take me anyplace new." "What about that fire-demon nest... in the cave by the beach?" "Thought that was a nice change of pace." "So this is our future?" "I mean, this is how we're gonna spend our nights... when I'm 50 and you're... the same age you are now?" "[Growling]" "Let's just get you to 50." "Liking that plan." "Buffy?" "When were you going to tell me?" "All right, busted." "I didn't think you'd miss them." "You were accepted to Northwestern University?" "Honey, I'm so proud of you." "That's wonderful." "Right, it's wonderful." "Hmm." "I mean, it's not cheap... but, uh, I know we can make it work... if your father pitches in." "Not that Northwestern is your only option." "It's a great school, though." "I am so proud of you." "You said that before." "And will again soon." "Mom, you know that I can't..." "I..." "I just can't decide on a school right now." "I mean, I want to sleep on it, you know, mull it over." "Raise them up my inner flagpole, see which one I salute." "I know, sweetheart." "I'm just so pleased you have so many choices." "Ooh, you know what?" "Your aunt Arlene and her family... are in Illinois." "I've got to call and tell them." "Oh, Buffy..." "I know." "You're proud of me." "Don't forget to put my earrings back in my dresser... before you go out." "Arlene?" "Hi." "It's Joyce." "How you doin'?" "You are never gonna believe where Buffy got accepted to school." " Here you go." " Thanks." "OK, what's in the bag?" "My lunch." "Is that the new drug lingo?" "No." "It's my lunch." "Sit up straight." "Sounds like your mom's in a state of denial." "More like a continent." "She just has to realize that I can't go away." "Well, maybe not now, but soon, maybe." "Or maybe I, too, hail from denial land." "Faith's turn to the dark side of the force... pretty much put the proverbial kibosh... on any away plans for me." "U.C. Sunnydale." "At least I got in." "But you..." "I can't believe you got into Oxford." "It's pretty exciting." "There's some deep academia there." "That's where they make Gileses!" "I know." "I could learn and have scones." "Although I don't know how I feel... about going to school in a foreign country." "Everything in life is foreign territory." "Kerouac." "He's my teacher." "The open road... my school." "Making the open Dumpster your cafeteria?" "Go ahead, mock me." "I think she just did." "We bohemian, anti-establishment types... have always been persecuted." "Sure." "You're all so weird." "I think it's neat... you doing the backpack, trail mix, happy wanderer thing." "I'm aware it scores kinda high on the hokey meter." "But I think it'll be good for me... help me to find myself." "And help us to lose you." "Everyone's a winner." "Well, look who just popped open a fresh can of venom." "Hey, did you hear about Willow getting into Oxnard?" " Oxford." " And M.I.T." "And Yale and every other college... on the face of the planet... as in your face I rub it." "Oxford." "Whoopee." "4 years in tea bag central." "Sounds thrilling." "And M.I.T. is a Clearasil ad with housing." "And Yale is a dumping ground... for those who didn't get into Harvard." "I got into Harvard." "Any clue on what college you might be attending... so we can start calculating minimum safe distance?" "None of your business." "Certainly nowhere near you losers." "You guys, don't forget to breathe between insults." "I'm sorry, Buffy." "This conversation is reserved... for those who actually have a future." "Angry young woman." "Oh, Buffy, she was just being Cordelia." "Only more so." "Don't pay any attention to her." "Xander:" "She's definitely got a chip goin'." "Maybe if you didn't goad her so much." "I can't help it." "It's my nature." "Maybe you need a better nature." "I don't understand." "I don't think I can talk any slower, Wes." "I want to leave." "What, now?" "No, not now." "After I graduate." "College?" "But... you're a slayer." "Yeah." "I'm also a person." "You can't just define me by my slayerness." "That's... something-ism." "Buffy, I know we've talked about you going away." "I got into Northwestern." "That's wonderful news." "Good for you." "All right, everyone." "Monsters, demons, world in peril." "I'll betcha they have all that stuff in Illinois." "You cannot leave Sunnydale!" "With the power invested in me by the Council, I forbid it." "Oh, yes, that should settle it." "With Faith gone bad... and the mayor's ascension coming up..." "I know it's complicated." "I'm aware that my graduation... may be, among other things, posthumous... but what if I stop the ascension?" "What if I capture Faith?" "I very much hope you will." "If I do that, then all you guys have to do... is keep the run-of-the-mill unholy forces at bay through midterms... and I'll be back in time for homecoming... and every school break after that." "Can we at least think about it?" "Perhaps if circumstances were different..." " I'll make them different." " What?" "I'm tired of waiting for Mayor McSleaze to make his move... while we sit on our hands... counting down to ascension day." "Let's take the fight to him." "No." "No!" "Much too reckless." "We're at a distinct disadvantage." "We don't know anything about the mayor's ascension." "She's right." "Time's running out." "We need to take the offensive." "What's your plan?" "I gotta have a plan?" "Really?" "I can't just be proactive with pep?" "You want to take the fight to them, I suggest the first step... would be to find out exactly what they're up to." "Oh." "I actually knew that." "I thought you meant a more specific plan... you know, with maps and stuff." "Great." "We'll find out what they're up to." "He in the car?" "I'll take you to him." "I'll take you to him." "The mayor was supposed to be here in person with the money." "Well, the price just went up." "I don't like surprises." "[Whistling, Thud]" "Surprise." "You killed him." "What are you, the narrator?" "Get the keys to the cuffs." "Nothin'." "[Drops Bow]" "That won't cut through steel." "No, but it'll cut through bone." "Hey-ho." "There it is." "Ha ha ha ha." "Uh, what happened to the courier?" "I was supposed to pay him." "Huh." "I made him an offer he couldn't survive." "You are one heck of a girl, you know that?" "I mean, geez, the initiative, the... the skill." "Go on." "Go on." "I will." "I'll tell you, if Buff..." "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey." "If Buffy Summers walked in here... and said she wanted to switch to our side..." "I'd say, "No, thanks, sister." "I got all the slayer one man could ever need." Ha ha." "What?" "Nothing." "Oh, it's 'cause I used the "B" word, huh?" "Don't tell me you're still sore... about that whole Angel-Buffy thing." "No, I'm over it." "She can have him." "Better believe she can." "She deserves that poor excuse... for a creature of the night." "You, on the other hand, can do better." "Don't do that." "[Clattering]" "So, what's in the box?" "The Box of Gavrok." "It houses some great demonic energy or something... which His Honor needs to chow down on come "A" day." "Wesley:" "What's that?" "Maps and stuff." "Plans for city hall." "They were in the Water and Power mainframe." "The box is being kept under guard... in a conference room on the top floor." "There." "Unfortunately, that's all I could get out of my informant... before his aggressive tendencies... forced me to introduce him to Mr. Pointy." "Well, now, here's what I think we should do." "I figure we can enter through the skylight." "I'll take Angel with me." "Agreed." "There's a fire ladder... on the east side of the building here." "Yes, fine." "But we still need to consider..." "It won't be enough to simply have possession of the box." "Right." "We have to destroy it." "Not just physically, ritually." "With some down-and-dirty black magic." "Hang on." "We don't know what such a ritual would require." "I think the "Breath of the Entropics..."" "is standard for this sort of thing." "Fairly simple recipe." "Xander." "I know." "I'm ingredient-gettin' guy." "All right, stop!" "I demand everyone stop this instant." "I'm in charge here... and I say this is all moving much too fast." "We need time to fully analyze the situation and devise a proper and strategic stratagem." "Wes, hop on the train or get off the tracks." "The mayor will most assuredly... have supernatural safeguards protecting the box." "Oh, we all forgot about that, did we?" "Looks like a job for Wiccan girl." "What do you say, Wil?" "Big-time danger." "Hey, I eat danger for breakfast." "But, oddly enough, she panics in the face of breakfast foods." "Let's get to work." "I have a theory." "Your snide remarks earlier?" "I'm guessing grapes a little on the sour side." "Didn't get into any schools, did ya?" "The grades were there... but, ooh, if it weren't for that pesky interview." "10 minutes with you... and the admissions department... decided that they'd already reached... their mean-spirited superficial-princess quotas." "And once again... the gold medal in the being-wrong event... goes to Xander "I'm As Stupid As I Look" Harris." "Read 'em and weep, creep..." "U.S.C., Colorado State..." "Duke and Columbia." "Wow." "These are, uh, great colleges." "I'm guessing they must have seen... a different side of your father's money." "Go away." "Sure." "If you'll excuse me..." "I have to go back to helping to save some lives." "Carry on." "I know that you have some important accessorizing to do." "Now, remember..." "If anything should go awry..." "Wesley and I will create a diversion." "Let's synchronize our watches." "I have 214..." "Yes, typical." "Maybe we could just count 1-1,000, 2-1,000." "Be careful, all of you." "Tea?" "You got the goods?" "Yeah." "Essence of toad." "Essence of toad." "Twice-blessed sage." "Maybe that's the toad." "Well, we better be sure." "Destroying this box... is supposed to be a pretty delicate operation." "Then they shouldn't leave it in the hands of the lay people." "Well, Wil laid it out for us pretty well." "Wow, she even drew helpful diagrams." "That's the pedestal." "And the ingredients." "And us." "See, there's you, there's me." "Well, how can you tell which is which?" "I mean, they both kind of look stick figurey to me." "Well, this one's me." "See the little guitar?" "Oh, gotcha." "Yeah." "Nobody like my Wil." "No, sir, there is not." "OK... toad me." "Thanks." "Sis modo dissolutum." "Exposco validum scutum." "Diutius nec defende... a manibus arcam intende." "Oh, yeah." "I'm bad." "4 stars, Wil." "Now get gone." "I'm gone." "Got it!" "[Alarm Rings]" "Oh." "Angel?" "It's jammed." "Like very much to come up now, please." "[Footsteps Running]" "Angel!" "I know." "Don't suppose you wanna help me get down." "Didn't think so." "[Tires Screech]" "Ha ha ha ha." "Well, this is very unfortunate." "I just had this conference room redecorated, for Pete's sake." "At taxpayers' expense." "And oh, yeah... gaah!" "They've got my box." "Yeah, they do." "But looky what we got." "Heh heh heh heh." "How did you guys let this..." "How did this happen?" "We thought she stayed with you." "They must have grabbed her when she hit the ground." "Buffy, I'm sorry." "Look, it's nobody's fault, OK?" "We just need to focus and deal." "Oz, I swear I won't let them hurt her." "We go back." "Full-on assault." "They'll kill her." "We're assuming they haven't already?" "No." "No, they know what she means to us." "She's too valuable as long as we still have... the box." "We trade." "We can't." "No, it's the safest plan." "It's the only way." "Right?" "It might well be." "Look, we call the mayor and arrange a meeting." "This box must be destroyed." "I need a volunteer to hit Wesley." "Giles, you know I'm right about this." "Wes, you want to duck and cover at this point?" "Damn it, you listen to me!" "This box is the key to the mayor's ascension." "Thousands of lives depend upon our getting rid of it." "Now, I want to help Willow as much as the rest of you... but we will find another way." "There is no other way." "You're the one who said take the fight to the mayor." "You were right." "This is the town's best hope of survival." "It's your chance to get out." "You think I care about that?" "Are you made of human parts?" "All right!" "Let's deal with this rationally." "Are you taking his side?" "[All Shouting At Once]" "Don't be ridiculous!" "Listen to you people!" "You'd sacrifice thousands of lives?" "Your families?" "Your friends?" "It can all end right here." "We have the means to destroy this box." "Giles, make the phone call." "[Grunting]" "What are you doing?" "Um..." "I'm looking for a sucking candy... 'cause my mouth gets dry when I'm..." "I'm nervous... or held prisoner against my will." "And suddenly I'm thinking..." ""sucking" isn't a good word... to use around vampires." "Hey!" "Did you get permission to eat the hostage?" "I don't think so." "You're gonna be in some trouble when the mayor gets..." "No!" "Just a little taste." "[Whimpers]" "They're not gonna be brain-damaged enough to come back here tonight." "Mayor:" "Ever have a dog?" "What?" "I did." "Rusty." "Irish setter." "Swell little pooch." "A dog's friendship is stronger than reason... stronger than its own sense... of self-preservation." "Buffy's like a dog." "And, hey, before you can say Jack Robinson... you'll get to see me kill her like one." "Ohh..." "The Books of Ascension." "Check out the bookworm." "Faith." "Anybody with brains... anybody who knew what was going to happen to her... would be trying to claw her way out of this place." "But you... you just can't stop Nancy Drewing, can you?" "I guess now you know too much... and that kind of just naturally leads to killing." "Faith, wait!" "I want to talk to you." "Oh, yeah." "Give me the speech again, please." ""Faith, we're still your friends." "We can help you." "It's not too late."" "It's way too late." "You know, it didn't have to be this way." "But you made your choice." "I know you had a tough life." "I know that some people think you had a lot of bad breaks." "Well, boo-hoo!" "Poor you." "You know, you had a lot more in your life... than... than some people." "I mean, you had friends like Buffy." "Now you have no one." "You were a slayer, and now you're nothing." "You're just a big, selfish, worthless waste." "You hurt me, I hurt you." "I'm just a little more efficient." "Oh, and here I just thought you didn't have a comeback." "You're begging for some deep pain." "[Breathing Hard]" "I'm not afraid of you." "Let's see what we can do about that." "Girls." "I hope I don't have to separate you two." "Faith, you can play with your new toy later." "Something's come up." "Faith." "You know I don't like repeating myself." "I got someone." "I got him." "I just received... a heck of an interesting phone call." "The whole place is locked down... except for the front." "Yeah, it gives me that comforting "trapped" feeling." "One way out means one way in." "I want to see them coming." "I guess they're shy." "I can see all right." "Well, this is exciting, isn't it?" "Ha ha ha." "Clandestine meetings by dark of night... exchange of prisoners." "I just..." "I..." "I feel like we should all be wearing trench coats." "Let her go." "No!" "Not until the box is in my hands." "So you're the little girl... that's been causing me all this trouble." "She's pretty, Angel." "A little skinny." "Still don't understand... why it couldn't work out with you and my Faith." "Guess you kinda just have strange taste in women." "Yeah, well, what can I say?" "I like 'em sane." "Angel." "I wish you kids the best, I really do... but, uh, if you don't mind a bit of fatherly advice..." "I, uh..." "I just don't see much of a future for you two." "I don't sense a lasting relationship." "And not just because I plan to kill the both of you... but you got a bumpy road ahead." "I don't think we need to talk about this." "[Chuckling]" "Y-You kids, you know... you don't like to think about the future... you don't like to make plans... but unless you want Faith... to gut your friend like a sea bass... you will show a little respect for your elders." "You're not my elder." "I got a lot of years on you." "Yeah, and that's just one of the things... you're gonna have to deal with." "You're immortal." "She's not." "It's not easy." "I married my Edna Mae in '03... and I was with her right until the end." "Not a pretty picture." "Wrinkled and senile... and cursing me for my youth." "Wasn't our happiest time." "And let's forget the fact... that any moment of true happiness will turn you evil." "[Snickers]" "I mean, come on, what kind of a life... can you offer her?" "I don't see a lot of Sunday picnics in the offing." "I see skulking in the shadows... hiding from the sun." "She's a blossoming young girl... and you want to keep her from the life she should have... till it's passed her by." "And by God..." "I think that's a little selfish." "Is that what you came back from hell for?" "Is that your greater purpose?" "Make the trade." "Well, that went as smoothly..." "Nobody moves!" "I knew you kids were up to something." "Snyder, get out of here." "You're not giving orders, young lady." "I suppose you're going to tell me..." "I won't find drugs in this box." "Wait!" "Principal Snyder..." "I think we have a problem." "Mr. Mayor, I had no idea you..." "I'm terribly sorry." "No, it's I who should apologize." "I mean, coming down here at night." "What must you be thinking?" "But you see..." "I just needed to..." "Uh, no, don't do that!" "Aah!" "Aah!" "Aah!" "Aaaahhhh!" "Oh, God." "Where'd it go?" "Get that door open!" "Giles:" "No!" "You can't let that thing out of here." "[Keys Drop]" "I still want to know where it went." "Listen." "Boss!" "I wouldn't leave that open." "No!" "Is that all of them?" "Uh... not really." "You see, there's about, uh, 50... billion of these happy little critters in here." "Would you like to see?" "Raise your hand if you're invulnerable." "Faith, let's go." "Faith." "Snyder, you alive in there?" "You... all of you... why couldn't you be dealing drugs like normal people?" "Well, that went swimmingly." "We did all right." "So Faith was like, "I'm gonna beat you up,"" "and I'm all, "I'm not afraid of you."" "And then she had the knife, which was less fun." "And then, oh, I..." "I told her..." ""You made your choice." "Buffy was your friend."" "Yes." "This is fascinating... but just to get back to the point." "You actually had your hands on the Books of Ascension?" "Volumes 1 through 5." "Is there anything that you can remember about them... that could be of use to us?" "Anything at all?" "Well, I was in a hurry... and what I did read was kind of involved." "If you ask me, way overwritten." "Oh." "Actually, there were a few pages that were kind of interesting... but I didn't have a chance to read them fully." "See what you can make of them." "This is your night for suave, Wil." "You should get captured more often." "No, thank you." "Well, let's hope there's something useful in those pages." "The mayor has the Box of Gavrok." "And as of now... we are right back where we started." "Wouldn't you say?" "Deep thoughts?" "Deep and meaningful." "As in?" "As in I'm never getting out of here." "I kept thinking if I stopped the mayor or... but I was kidding myself." "There's always gonna be something." "I'm a Sunnydale girl." "No other choice." "It must be tough." "I mean, here I am... and I can do anything I want." "I can go to any college in the country... 4 or 5 in Europe, if I want." "Please tell me you're going somewhere with this." "No." "I'm not going anywhere." "U.C. Sunnydale?" "I will be matriculating with the class of 2003." "Are you serious?" "Say, isn't that where you're going?" "Oh!" "[Squealing And Laughing]" "I can't believe it." "Are you serious?" "Wait, what am I saying?" "You can't." "What do you mean I can't?" "I won't let you." "Of the 2 people here... which is the boss of me?" "There are better schools." "Sunnydale's not bad... and... and I can design my own curriculum." "OK, well, there are safer schools." "There are safer prisons." "I can't let you stay because of me." "Actually, this isn't about you." "Although I'm fond... don't get me wrong... of you." "But the other night... you know, being captured and all... facing off with Faith... things just..." "kinda got clear." "I mean, you've been fighting evil here for 3 years... and I've helped some... and now we're supposed to decide... what we want to do with our lives." "And I just realized that's what I want to do." "Fight evil, help people." "I mean, I..." "I think it's worth doing." "And I don't think you do it because you have to." "It's a good fight, Buffy... and I want in." "I kind of love you." "And besides, I have a shot at being a badass Wicca." "And what better place to learn?" "I feel the need for more sugar... than the human body can handle." "Mochas?" "Yes, please." "It's weird." "You look at something... and you think you know exactly what you're seeing... and... then you find out it's something else entirely." "Neat, huh?" "Sometimes it is." "Chase, what are you doing?" "Your break's been over for 10 minutes." "I still need you to restock the shelves... and sweep out the storage room." "Let's go!" "It's gonna be fun." "Wil and I are gonna go on Saturday, look at the campus." "I'm hoping my mom will let me live there." "It's too far to come home every night." "Plus the whole lack-of-cool factor." "Either way, I'll be close to your place." "I don't know what the mayor was talking about." "How could he know anything about us?" "Well, he's evil." "Big-time." "He doesn't even know what a lasting relationship is." "No." "Probably the only lasting relationship he's ever had... is with... evil." "Yeah." "Big, stupid, evil guy." "We'll be OK." "We will."