This is the only "episode" where the Name: Line format will be used. The rest are in "quotes".

Special thanks to buffy-vs-angel dot com. For without their scripts, I could not have made this. So, thanks.

(Please note that this is a mix of a script from the internet and my own words.

1x01 Villains

Willow: Hey. Clothes.
Tara: Better not get used to 'em.
Willow: Hmm, yes ma'am.
Willow grabs Tara's belt loop and pulls her in for a kiss. Then they hug. Tara smiles happily. Then spots something over Willow's shoulder.
Tara: Mmmm... Xander!
Willow: (pulling out of the hug) Okay, not quite the response I was fishing for.
Tara: No, he's here.
Tara goes to look out the window. In the backyard, Xander walks up to Buffy.
Willow: (opening a dresser drawer) Think they're making up?
Tara: (turning from the window, smiling at her) I hope so, that's the best part.

In the backyard, Buffy is using a stick to poke at the bushes and weeds. Xander comes up behind her, looking awkward.
Xander: Time for the Spring Poking already?
Buffy: (turns to see him) Just making sure there are no more Evil Trio cameras. Or Evil Uno.
Xander: The sinister yet addictive card game?
Buffy: Warren. Jonathan and Andrew got clinked, but ... Warren pulled a Rocket Man.
Xander: You'll find him. He won't be much good without his friends.
Buffy: (softly) No, he won't.
They both sit on a wooden bench, side by side. Xander fidgets uncomfortably, then takes a deep breath.
Xander: How did we get here?
Buffy: Scenic route. Long drive.
Xander: The past few weeks...
Buffy: I know.
Xander: I thought I hit bottom, but ... it hurt. That you didn't trust me enough to tell me about Spike. (pauses, softly says) It hurt.


Buffy: I'm sorry. I should have told you.
Xander: (small smile) Maybe you would have, if I hadn't given you so many reasons to think I'd be an ass about it.
Buffy: Guess we've all done a lot of things lately we're not proud of.
Xander: (slightly larger smile) I think I've got you beat.
Buffy: Wanna compare?
Xander: Not so much.
They smile tentatively at each other.
Xander I don't know what I'd do ... without you and Will.
Buffy: (teary) Let's not find out.
Xander nods. They hug.
Buffy: I love you. You know that, right?
Xander spots something over Buffy's shoulder and his eyes widen in alarm.
Xander: Buffy!
A very angry Warren strides toward them, fast. Buffy and Xander jump up, turn to face him.
Warren: You think you can just do that to me? You think I'd let you get away with that? (laughs crazily) Think again.
Suddenly he raises a gun and fires wildly at them. Buffy frantically shoves Xander down. He tumbles to the ground.
Warren runs off, firing wildly into the air over his shoulder as he goes. One of the bullets shattering a window.

Suddenly, blood splatters across Willow's white blouse. She looks surprised. Tara is still standing with her back to the window, looking surprised. There's a large red spot on Tara's chest, above her heart.
Tara: (frowning) Your shirt.
Tara falls forward.
Willow: (shocked, rushing forward) Tara?

Xander gets up, brushes himself off.
Xander: Sweet fancy Moses! Where the hell did he-
Xander stops, looking to his left. Buffy, was lying on the ground on her back, staring upward, blood coming from a wound on her shoulder.
Xander: Oh god!

Tara lies on the floor. Willow grabs her shoulders.
Willow: (desperate) Tara?! Baby?
Willow rolls Tara over, pulling her onto her lap. Tara lies limp in Willow's arms.
Willow: (sobbing) Baby, come on! Get up!



Buffy has a wound in almost the same place as Tara's. Xander kneels over her, holding her shoulders. Her eyes close, then slowly open again.
Xander: (desperate) Oh god. Buffy? Buffy! Buffy!
Xander presses his hands against the wound, making more blood well out.

Willow cries harder as Tara continues not responding. Willow rocks back and forth holding Tara in her lap.

Willow: No... no... (crying)

As Buffy lies on the ground staring blankly at the sky, Xander continues trying to stop the bleeding.

Holding Tara in her lap, Willow lifts her head and bares her teeth. Her face is wet with tears and her eyes are completely black then turn red.

Xander runs inside and grabs a phone. He dials 911.
Police officer (on phone): 911, What is your emergency?
Xander: I need an ambulance. My friend was shot.
Police officer: What is your address.
Xander: 1630 Rivelo Drive.
Police officer: An ambulance is on its way.
Xander runs back out to Buffy and holds her wound, causing more blood to well out.

Up in Willow's room, Willow holds Tara in her lap. Willow looks up, her eyes totally black. Dark blue clouds swirl around the ceiling. Lightning flashes inside the room.
Willow: By Osiris, I command you, bring her back!

The ambulance arrives, the paramedics jump out and grab equipment from the back. The run alongside Xander.
Paramedic 1: She was shot?
Xander: Yes.
Paramedic 2: Accidental?
Xander: No. It was a……He was trying to kill her.
PARAMEDIC #2: Pulse is 100 and weak. Lung sounds are wet.
Xander: What does that mean? Is she going to...
PARAMEDIC #1: You need to stand back, okay? If you want us to help her out, we need some space. The paramedics continue working. A bandage is over Buffy's wound. Xander continues watching, putting his bloody hand up to his face.

Back in her room, Willow continues to invoke Osiris.
Willow: Hear me! Keeper of darkness!
The clouds form a face which speaks in a deep, raspy voice. Lightning flashes around it.
Demon: Witch! How dare you invoke Osiris in this task!
Willow: (crying) Please. Please, bring her back.
Demon: You may not violate the laws of natural passing.
Willow: How? How is this natural?


Demon: It is a human death, by human means.
Willow: But I-
Demon: You raised one killed by mystical forces. This is not the same. She is taken by natural order. It is done.
Willow: (crying) No. There has to be a way.
Demon: It is done.
Willow: (screams) NOOOO!
As she screams, a column of energy shoots from her mouth striking the demon. It disappears in a flash of lightning.

Willow stands up as her eyes return to normal. She walks downstairs to see the door open and paramedics outside, Buffy on a stretcher.
Willow (thinking): Tara is dead. They can't help you. Xander!
Xander spots Willow coming out the front door, looking blankly at Buffy. Willow still had blood all over her shirt.

Xander: Willow, god, are you okay?
Willow: How did this happen?
Xander: Warren. He had a gun I couldn't….
Willow (angry): Warren!
Willow walked away as Xander stood watching her.
Xander: Will.
Paramedic 2: (into walkie-talkie) Sunnydale Memorial, do you copy? We have a Caucasian female, 21, GSW to the chest.
Paramedic 1: Sir, we have to go. Are you coming with us or not?
Xander runs to the ambulance and gets in. One of the paramedics walk to the driver's seat and gets in.

The door to the magic box flies open, Willow standing in the frame, anger on her face. As she walks through the shop, lights shatter. She walks past Anya.
Anya: Willow.
Willow: Where do you keep the black arts books?
Anya: Something terrible has happened, I know. But you don't have to do-
Willow: (staring up at the loft bookshelves) I need power.
Anya: (coming out from behind the counter) Not with those books. I can't let you. Willow!
Willow puts up a hand. Purple bolts of light shoot over to Anya who stops moving. Willow flicks her head up. All the books on the loft shelves begin to fly into the air and land on the table in a heap. The last book lands opened to a middle page.
Willow walks over to the table and looks down. She lifts her hands and puts them on the open pages. Her hands sink into the book. The words of the book start to move off the pages and up her arms, chest, and face. She lifts her head and her eyes are black again. The words move to the top of her head and into her hair, turning her hair black. Willow lifts her hands off the book. We see that the pages are now blank.
Willow (deeply): That's better.



At the Sunnydale Police Department, Andrew and Jonathan are in a cell. Andrew lies on his back on the top bunk.

Andrew: Think they'll let my aunt bring me my Discman?
At the cell door, Jonathan has his hands through the bars.
Jonathan: That's what you're worried about? In-flight entertainment? We're in jail!
Andrew: We're in custody. We haven't been charged yet. (rolling over onto his stomach)
Jonathan: Thank you, Dragnet. (walks toward Andrew, angry) It doesn't matter what they call it, they got us, okay? We're going down.
Jonathan lowers his voice, nods toward the next cell.
Jonathan: (quietly) That guy's been looking at me. I think he wants to make me his butt monkey.
The guy in the next cell, sitting on his bunk, looks a Jonathan.
Andrew: (rolling his eyes) Don't flatter yourself. I heard him talking to the guard. He's in here for parking tickets.
Jonathan: That doesn't mean anything! The joint changes you. (whispers) I hear they like the small ones, with little hands like their girlfriends.
Andrew: You have got to chill out. This isn't Oz, it's like, Mayberry. Besides, Warren is going to find a way to get us out of here.
Jonathan: (sarcastic) Yeah. I'm sure he'll be busting us out any minute.
Andrew: He will. He's coming up with a plan. Like, "War Games." Remember that decoder that Matthew Broderick used?
Jonathan: (smiling) Oh, yeah. That was rad. The one he made from the scissors and the tape recorder?
Andrew: I miss "Ferris" Matthew. Broadway Matthew? I find him cold.
Jonathan: Really? No, I- (catches himself, exasperated) Shut up!
Jonathan goes back to the bars and hangs his arms through them again.
Jonathan: (grimly) This is real life. And nobody's coming to get us. Not even your aunt who won't return your one phone call.
Andrew: (defensively) She must be out of town.
Jonathan: She. Doesn't. Care. And neither does your partner in crime, Warren.
Andrew: Don't say that. And what do you mean, my partner in crime? We're in this together.
Jonathan: (turns back toward Andrew, angry) What do you mean, what do I mean? You two were totally going to fly off and leave me holding the bag.
Andrew: No we weren't! I was going to - (lamely) carry you. (rolls over onto his back and stares at the ceiling)
Jonathan: No, you two were setting me up, and then Warren was going to screw you over too.
Andrew: (rolls over again to face Jonathan, tearful) That is so not true!
Jonathan: Sure. (sits on the bottom bunk) He's a nice murderer who keeps his word.
Andrew: (softly) You're wrong. He's coming for us. He's out there right now, devising a brilliant way to get us out of here.



Warren walks down a flight of stairs and enters a bar.
Warren: Whiskey, straight up. And get a round for the house. I'm feeling expansive.
The bartender, a demon, looks unimpressed by Warren. Warren sits down, removing his shades. A vampire is on the stool next to him, staring at the TV behind the bar. Warren: (friendly greeting) Hey.
Close on the TV, showing a crocodile in water.
Warren: (leaning toward the vamp) Bet you don't get a lot of humans in-
The vamp, still glued to the TV, grabs Warren's shoulder and holds him off.
Vampire: I'm watching my program.
Warren shrugs and straightens up as the vamp lets him go.
Warren: Wouldn't want to interrupt your 'me' time. (loudly) Not even to buy the guy who killed the Slayer a drink.

The other vampires and demons in the bar look over at Warren. The vampire next to Warren looks from his show to look at Warren

Vampire: What's that?
Warren: Took her out myself. I've been heading an organization. The Trio? You've heard of us.
Vampire: Uh - (exchanging a look with the demon bartender) ...no.

Warren pauses briefly, surprised, but then recovers.

Warren: Not important. I cut them loose. I figure, now that Buffy's out of the picture, some things have got to change around here. (to bartender) I need a real gang, you know, not a, not a couple of wannabes.
Bartender: And you killed the Slayer?
Warren: With these hands.
Bartender: What are you, a warlock?
Warren: It's funny you mention that. You know, I've explored all the dark arts ... witchcraft, demonology. You name it, I tried it against the Slayer. But you know what I found really works?

The vampire and bartender lean in close to hear.

Warren: Gun.
Vampire: (small grin) You killed the Slayer with a gun.
Warren: In her own backyard. Don't underestimate science, my friend. Good old-fashioned metal meets propulsion.

The demon and vampire start to laugh. Warren laughs along with them.

Bartender: (to vampire) Man, this is gonna be good.
Warren: (not getting it) Oh, the best. This town is ours.
Vampire: Ours, maybe. (everyone stops laughing) You are screwed.

They laugh again, but Warren doesn't realize that the others are laughing at him, not with him. The other demons and vamps at other tables, laughing menacingly.

Bartender: Metal meets propulsion, yeah. But you still better be a good shot!

The demons laugh harder. But Warren finally clues in.

Warren: This isn't the evil laugh of victory, is it.
Vampire: More like the evil laugh of "you're a dead man." (more laughter)
Warren: (totally rattled) Okay, uh ... what, what's the joke?
Bartender: (laughing) It was just on the news. Girl was shot.


Vampire: (grinning) In her back yard.
Bartender: She survived. She's in the hospital

Warren looks surprised and a little alarmed. The others continue laughing.

Bartender: Slayers heal fast. Real fast.
Vampire: Yeah. I was gonna eat you myself during the commercial, but now I think it'll be more fun to let the Slayer de-gut you.

Warren now looks pretty scared.

Vampire: Might want to get a head start, my friend. 'Cause this girl is gonna be coming for you, big time. (chuckling)

At Buffy's house, Dawn gets home from school. She sets her book bag down and looks up the stairs.

Dawn: Buffy?

She walks up the stairs and sees Willow's door open. She walks in.

Dawn: Hey...The door was open.

She walked up to the side of the bed and saw Tara lying there unconscious, a wound in her chest. Dawn backed into corner and fell to the floor.

At the hospital, Xander stood outside the operating room looking in on the doctors as they worked. A nurse goes past him, holding a small tray. She walks around a corner and through a door into the operating room. Various medical personnel are working on Buffy, talking indistinctly. A machine beeps steadily.

Nurse: ...standing by.

A doctor is working on the wound in Buffy's chest.

Doctor: We've got to stop that bleeding.
Nurse #1: Where?
Doctor: Over by the left ventricle.
Nurse #2: (looking at monitors) BP is down to 80/palp.

Close on Buffy as the doctor and Nurse #1 work on her.

Doctor: We got more bleeding.
Nurse #2: BP is...

Suddenly all the lights flicker and the machines blink off and on again. The steady beeping begins to speed up. The doctor and nurses look up in confusion.

Nurse #1: What's happening?
Willow, wearing all black, stands near the door of the OR. Xander rushes to her surprised by her still black hair and eyes.

Willow: Leave.
Xander: Willow.

Willow (ignoring her friend): Now.

The doctors and nurses leave.

Xander: Will, what are you doing? She's going to die.

Willow: No. She isn't.

Willow walks over to Buffy and looks at her wound. The bullet rises from the hole and the wound closes.



Willow: It's so small.
Willow reaches out a hand and grabs the bullet. She brings her hand to her and opens it. The bullet is gone. Buffy's eyes slowly open and she sits up.

Buffy: Where….Where am I? How did I get here?

Buffy looks at Willow surprised by her new look.

Buffy: Willow?

Willow: Buffy, hey.

Buffy: What's wrong?

Willow: I'll explain later. We have to go.

Willow started walking out.

Buffy: Where?

Willow (halfway through the room): It's time to find Warren.

At a ticket counter, Warren buys a ticket for a bus.

Warren: This'll get me all the way to the border?
Clerk: You'll have to change to the city bus. It's all in the folder.

She turns back to her work, then gives Warren a look, wondering why he's still there. Warren turns quickly away and walks out side. A bunch of buses are lined up. Warren looks around, sees his bus, and climbs on.

In Xander's car, Xander is driving, Buffy in the passenger seat and Willow in back. Willow's eyes are back to normal but her hair is still black.

Willow: Faster.
Xander: I'm going as fast as I-
Willow: Faster!

The gas pedal slams down under Xander's foot. The car speeds up.

Xander: Will, would you cut that out? If you wanted to drive...
Buffy: We need to stop. I don't like this.
Willow: We're close. I can feel him.
Buffy: And we'll catch him, and he'll go to jail. Look, I'm finding the whole getting shot very motivating. But you're using magic.
Willow: If I wasn't, you'd be dead. (Xander looks upset)
Buffy: Maybe. But this isn't right. Okay, this isn't how I want it.
Willow: Sometimes you don't have a choice.
Xander: I think Buffy gets the tie-breaker on this one. She was the one on the ouchy end of the bullet.
Buffy: Will, you do have a choice. This isn't good for you.
Xander: You made the decision to stop for a reason. You promised us. And can I just ask, what's with the make-over of the damned? I mean, the hair...!

Willow isn't listening. She looks around and sits up suddenly

Willow: Turn right! Go!

Xander looks in front of him, seeing nothing.

Xander: Go - where?
Willow: Over there! Now!
Xander: (looking in confusion) Will.
Willow: Turn.



The wheel turns itself under Xander's hands. The car screeches off the road onto dirt.

Xander: (holding up his hands) Fine, fine! Puppet master wants to drive? Go right ahead!

The car continues to bounce along on the uneven surface. Finally it comes to a stop, right before another stretch of paved highway.

Willow jumps out of the car and begins to stride across the highway. Buffy and Xander follow more slowly, confused.

Buffy: Willow, wait!
Willow: Stay back.

Willow raises a hand and purple-black energy shoot over to them, immobilizing them.

Willow keeps walking. The bus comes over a rise toward her. She stops, standing in the middle of the road, and glares at the bus.

As the steering wheel suddenly starts moving on its own, the bus driver struggles to control it but can't. The bus speeds toward Willow, who stands there calmly.

The brake pedal pushes down underneath his foot. He continues wrestling with the wheel.

The bus starts to slow down. All the passengers including Warren are thrown around in their seats. The tires screech as the bus stops. The bus slams to a stop just a foot in front of Willow.

Willow walks around to the side. The bus door opens on its own.

Willow: Get out.

All the bus passengers are craning their necks, trying to see what's going on. Warren gets up, walks down the aisle and down the steps out of the bus.

Willow grabs him by the neck, lifts him off the ground. Her eyes are black again.

Warren: Please. I'll-I'll do anything.

Horrible cracking noise as Willow starts to squeeze his neck.

Suddenly one of his eyes pops out, revealing metal and wiring and sparks. Willow lets go and Warren falls over motionless on the ground.

Buffy and Xander come running over. They stop and stare. The eyeball rolls around on the ground.

Willow: (surprised) It's a robot.

They look at her.

Willow: (confused) I, I could feel his essence.

Buffy looks sympathetic. But then Willow turns angry again.

Willow: He tricked me. (starts to walk) We'll find him another way.
Buffy: (turning to follow) And then what?
Willow: And then we'll kill him.

Buffy grabs Willow's arm and stops her, turns her around.

Buffy: Okay, you need to calm down.
Willow: Calm down?
Buffy: Look, you're angry. I, I am too. There's no excuse for what Warren did, but that-
Willow: He shot Tara.

Buffy and Xander stare at her, speechless.

Willow: When he shot you, he hit her too. Upstairs in my room.
Buffy: Oh my god.
Willow: Guess the last shot was the charm.


Xander: She's dead?
Willow: She's dead. Now he's dead too.
Buffy: (very upset) Oh my god ... (whispers) Tara...
Xander: Christ, Will, how come you didn't say anything?
Willow: I'm busy.

Willow starts toward the car again. Buffy again grabs her and stops her.

Buffy: W-Willow, please, just stop.

Willow stares at her coldly.

Buffy: We love you. And Tara. But we don't kill humans. It's not the way.
Willow: How can you say that? Tara is dead.
Buffy: I know ... I know. And I ... can't understand ... anything. Not what happened ... a-and not what you must be going through. Willow, if you do this, you let Warren destroy you too.
Xander: You said it yourself, Will ... the magic's too strong, there's no coming back from it.
Willow: I'm not coming back.

Yet again Willow starts to walk off and Buffy grabs her, stops her.

Buffy: Will, please. Please, we'll get through this together.
Willow: We won't! Not your way.
Buffy: Please, just-
Willow: No! No more talking. It's done!

She turns away again, this time gesturing behind her. Another bolt of purple magic flies backward, knocking Buffy and Xander off their feet. They fall to the ground in a heap. Willow continues walking.

Buffy and Xander sit up, brushing themselves off. They look up toward the car.

Willow is gone.

Back at Buffy's house, Buffy looks around for Dawn, seeing her backpack on the floor. She walks up the stairs into Willow's room. Buffy sees Tara's foot. Buffy gasps.

Dawn: I didn't want to leave her.

Buffy: Dawn….

Buffy walks over to her sister and kneels, holder her. Xander walks in and sees Tara. He walks beside. Tara gasped and opened her eyes. All three bent down beside her.

Tara: Willow.

Buffy gets up and runs down stairs calling an ambulance. She walks back upstairs to hear Xander telling Tara about Willow. When the ambulance arrives, they all go to the hospital with her.

A door opens, revealing Rack.

Rack: All right, who's next?

Reveal a couple of magic "junkies" sitting in the waiting room. Also Warren. He leaps up out of his chair.

Warren: I am.

One of the other junkies looks upset, like Warren is cutting in line. Warren walks quickly over to Rack, who looks him up and down.



JUNKIE: Hey.
Rack: You're new.
Warren: Yeah. (holds up a large wad of cash) And I come bearing dead presidents, so you think we can just skip the small talk?

Rack smiles a little, gestures toward the room behind him. Warren walks in. Rack closes the door behind them with a loud noise that makes Warren jump.

Rack: How'd you find me?
Warren: I talked to a guy. He's one of your regulars. Offered to show me the way for twenty bucks.
Rack: Should have haggled. Most of my customers will bring you here for five.
Warren: (impatiently) Great, great I'll file that away. Look, I'm in a bit of a situation here. I tried to do us all a favor, and eliminate the Slayer, but it ... I...

Warren seems a little unnerved by the way Rack is just staring at him.

Warren: I guess it didn't take.
Rack: (walking closer) Killing a Slayer, that's big business for a kid.
Warren: I'm not a kid.
Rack: (now in Warren's personal space) Okay.
Warren: I had my own guys. The Trio, yeah, you've heard of us.
Rack: Right. What were you, a band or something?
Warren: I thought word traveled in the underworld. You know, we were evil. Robots were my thing. (Rack looking blank) You didn't hear about the freeze ray?
Rack: (shakes his head) Sorry. So why aren't your guys helping you?
Warren: Look, I thought this was a cash for service gig, not an interview process, all right? I need protection. I've got the Slayer after me.
Rack: (moving away) Slayer is the least of your problems.
Warren: You're right. Let's talk about my skin troubles. You know, I'd say on the scale of problems, that she ranks!
Rack: If I were you, I'd be worried about the witch.
Warren: (surprised) Witch? W-which witch?
Rack: Willow. Slayer's pal? (walking closer again) She's the new power, man, anybody with intuition can feel it. She's going to blow this town apart . (now right in Warren's face) Starting ... with you.
Warren: Me? What did I, what did I do to her? O-okay, okay, I, I shot her friend...

Rack isn't totally listening any more, looks like he's in pain, turns away.

Rack: (painfully) I feel death.
Warren: But the Slayer's alive. And - and she heals.
Rack: She might, but somebody's stone cold, and that ... is why the witch wants your head. She can sense your essence right now, man. It's just a matter of time before she finds you.

Warren panics, lunges forward and pushes the whole wad of money into Rack's hand.

Warren: All right. Take it. All right, there's that, and I can get more. Just give me something.

Rack looks at the money casually.

Rack: Hide or fight?
Warren: Both. All of it. I, I still have a few tricks up my sleeve, but it's not enough. I need, I need a cover, and I need lots of fire power.


Rack: I can't guarantee anything. Not this time. (softly) The girl is running on pure fury. I've never felt anything like it. (small grin)
Warren: Thank you for the tip, Nostradamus. Just load me up, okay?

At the hospital, Dawn, Buffy and Xander surrounds Tara.

Tara: So, Willow thinks I'm dead? And she want to kill Warren because of it.

Xander: Yeah. And she's using magic again.

Buffy: No one has the power to stop her now.

Tara: We have to tell her.