Episode 12 of the alternate season 3: "The Fallout"
Giles grasps Anya's pendant and places it on the counter top quickly. He reaches for a blunt object and holds it over the crystal ready to strike.
"Trusting fool. What makes you think the other world is any better than this one?"
Almost teared up and in desperation he replies partially choked up, "Cause it has to be," and with that the room echoes with the sound of the pendant smashing to pieces.
He looks around. Nothing has changed. He tries again.
"Stupid being. Thy power lied in thee amulet, but in itself not keep the world change a constant. By destroying it you have doomed yourself to this reality permanently."
Giles swipes the crushed crystal's dust from the desk. He looks out in disbelief. His brief dreams of a better world and happier times shattered like the very amulet that now lie like powder upon the floor. He is now visibly shedding ears and removes his glasses to wipe them away.
"And through all your greed you failed to see the way out. You could have wished for things to go back the way they were. This bed has been made by you; now you shall have to lie in it," she turns to walk off.
"Please ... you can't. You must change it back. You can rectify this," Giles pleads.
"I couldn't even if I wanted to. I no longer posses the power. Enjoy this," and she leaves.
Giles looktocks off to the side. His mouth is agape and his eyes unblinking. He can hear the tick-tock of the grandfather clock. He starts to cry. He bangs the table with a fist; kicks the wall and shouts in a rage. He looks up and then at the kitchen.
He walks over to a drawer and retrieves a long, sharp knife. He brings it about and points it at his chest. The hand holding it falls down a bit. His eyes are so teared up that in combination with the glasses, they blind him. His back hits the wall and he slouches down.
He becomes choked up in breath and tears and reaims the utensil. He closes his eyes and the tears roll down his cheeks. Just before he trusts the dagger threw his heart is when his mind remembers ... Oz, Larry, Nancy and the Slayer, Buffy Summers.
He drops the knife and stands up quickly.
The Master spins about. A piece of his black leather shirt is torn and his mouth is covered in blood. His hands are soaked as well and drops drip off his fangs.
"Well, that was fun. They really don't make killing sprees like they used to. Drat, someone has gone and tore my leather. Two-hundred dollars! I only hope that I got the little bugger," he looks around. Nothing is standing, or moving. He walks over to the dead Slayer's body and wipes his hands clean on her attire. "This scene has been played. But where there was one Slayer, there shall be a next. It is time to reconstitute my legions and devise a rapidly executable method of destruction ... and find an online retailer who'll take cash. They probably don't even make this style anymore. Hummm, perhaps eBay," he exits the building.
Oz piers from behind a fallen object.
Giles kicks down the door to The Bronze. Dust of dead vampires is kicked up upon the door slamming into the ground. He doesn't see anything moving. He proceeds into the club slowly; all the while making careful steps over dead bodies.
His heart stops - he sees her. His breath is almost taken. His footsteps echo throughout the club as he makes his way toward her body.
He bands down and gets on his knees. He feels her body; still warm to the touch. He feels with a finger on her wrist. No pulse. He frantically gives her mouth to mouth resuscitation and stops to force her heart with his hands to start.
He jolts his head around upon hearing a noise approaching.
"Giles," Oz lowers the wooden stake. His hair is messed up and a bloody gash runs vertically on the right side of his lips.
Giles goes back to his futile attempt to bring life back to the fallen Slayer.
"Giles, she's dead."
"You don't know that. I have to try. We need her; very badly," he continues.
"I heard her neck snap. I saw him do it. I couldn't get there in time."
Giles puts his head onto Buffy's chest and cries again.
"Nancy's dead. Larry is hurt. I'm not sure how badly. We have a few survivors. They need medical attention."
Giles gives up. Oz helps him up and Giles dusts himself off.
"She needs a proper burial. We have to contact the Watcher's Council immediately and inform them of what has happened. We can't win without a Slayer. Time is of the essence."
"Whoa - back that British train up ... Watcher's Council?"
"Oz, I'm afraid I have mislead you. In fact, I have lied to you all. I am a Watcher. We train Slayers. Though I have been inactive for quite some time."
"You know, I'm not that surprised. Aren't all secret agents and people with double identities hailing from the Motherland?"
"Yes. Have you checked them all?" asks Giles.
"No. Didn't know it was safe yet until now."
"Well, let's check all their pulses. Just because they aren't moving doesn't mean they're dead."
"Right," Oz gets ready to do so when Giles stops him.
"And Oz ... if they're gone and bitten..."
"I got you," he fiddles with the stake and moves off to check people.
Giles looks back upon Buffy's face.
"You were somebody. May you rest in peace," and he raises a stake and rams it into her heart.
Giles grasps Anya's pendant and places it on the counter top quickly. He reaches for a blunt object and holds it over the crystal ready to strike.
"Trusting fool. What makes you think the other world is any better than this one?"
Almost teared up and in desperation he replies partially choked up, "Cause it has to be," and with that the room echoes with the sound of the pendant smashing to pieces.
He looks around. Nothing has changed. He tries again.
"Stupid being. Thy power lied in thee amulet, but in itself not keep the world change a constant. By destroying it you have doomed yourself to this reality permanently."
Giles swipes the crushed crystal's dust from the desk. He looks out in disbelief. His brief dreams of a better world and happier times shattered like the very amulet that now lie like powder upon the floor. He is now visibly shedding ears and removes his glasses to wipe them away.
"And through all your greed you failed to see the way out. You could have wished for things to go back the way they were. This bed has been made by you; now you shall have to lie in it," she turns to walk off.
"Please ... you can't. You must change it back. You can rectify this," Giles pleads.
"I couldn't even if I wanted to. I no longer posses the power. Enjoy this," and she leaves.
Giles looktocks off to the side. His mouth is agape and his eyes unblinking. He can hear the tick-tock of the grandfather clock. He starts to cry. He bangs the table with a fist; kicks the wall and shouts in a rage. He looks up and then at the kitchen.
He walks over to a drawer and retrieves a long, sharp knife. He brings it about and points it at his chest. The hand holding it falls down a bit. His eyes are so teared up that in combination with the glasses, they blind him. His back hits the wall and he slouches down.
He becomes choked up in breath and tears and reaims the utensil. He closes his eyes and the tears roll down his cheeks. Just before he trusts the dagger threw his heart is when his mind remembers ... Oz, Larry, Nancy and the Slayer, Buffy Summers.
He drops the knife and stands up quickly.
The Master spins about. A piece of his black leather shirt is torn and his mouth is covered in blood. His hands are soaked as well and drops drip off his fangs.
"Well, that was fun. They really don't make killing sprees like they used to. Drat, someone has gone and tore my leather. Two-hundred dollars! I only hope that I got the little bugger," he looks around. Nothing is standing, or moving. He walks over to the dead Slayer's body and wipes his hands clean on her attire. "This scene has been played. But where there was one Slayer, there shall be a next. It is time to reconstitute my legions and devise a rapidly executable method of destruction ... and find an online retailer who'll take cash. They probably don't even make this style anymore. Hummm, perhaps eBay," he exits the building.
Oz piers from behind a fallen object.
Giles kicks down the door to The Bronze. Dust of dead vampires is kicked up upon the door slamming into the ground. He doesn't see anything moving. He proceeds into the club slowly; all the while making careful steps over dead bodies.
His heart stops - he sees her. His breath is almost taken. His footsteps echo throughout the club as he makes his way toward her body.
He bands down and gets on his knees. He feels her body; still warm to the touch. He feels with a finger on her wrist. No pulse. He frantically gives her mouth to mouth resuscitation and stops to force her heart with his hands to start.
He jolts his head around upon hearing a noise approaching.
"Giles," Oz lowers the wooden stake. His hair is messed up and a bloody gash runs vertically on the right side of his lips.
Giles goes back to his futile attempt to bring life back to the fallen Slayer.
"Giles, she's dead."
"You don't know that. I have to try. We need her; very badly," he continues.
"I heard her neck snap. I saw him do it. I couldn't get there in time."
Giles puts his head onto Buffy's chest and cries again.
"Nancy's dead. Larry is hurt. I'm not sure how badly. We have a few survivors. They need medical attention."
Giles gives up. Oz helps him up and Giles dusts himself off.
"She needs a proper burial. We have to contact the Watcher's Council immediately and inform them of what has happened. We can't win without a Slayer. Time is of the essence."
"Whoa - back that British train up ... Watcher's Council?"
"Oz, I'm afraid I have mislead you. In fact, I have lied to you all. I am a Watcher. We train Slayers. Though I have been inactive for quite some time."
"You know, I'm not that surprised. Aren't all secret agents and people with double identities hailing from the Motherland?"
"Yes. Have you checked them all?" asks Giles.
"No. Didn't know it was safe yet until now."
"Well, let's check all their pulses. Just because they aren't moving doesn't mean they're dead."
"Right," Oz gets ready to do so when Giles stops him.
"And Oz ... if they're gone and bitten..."
"I got you," he fiddles with the stake and moves off to check people.
Giles looks back upon Buffy's face.
"You were somebody. May you rest in peace," and he raises a stake and rams it into her heart.