MAYOR: One more thing before you go.
FAITH: Evil scumbag.
(FAITH SPEAKING)
What's up, boss?
MAYOR: Do you really need to be so gosh darn formal, Faith?
Mayor Wilkins is a servant of the people, not vice versa.
Why don't you start calling me Richard?
FAITH: Yeah. Okay. Sure thing.
(FAITH SPEAKING)
MAYOR: I'm sure Miss Manners would take issue with me telling you this
instead of writing it on a proper piece of personalized stationery,
but I just wanted to say thank you.
(LAUGHS)
I honestly don't know if I would have been able
to pull off my little campaign to clean up our fair city without you.
But I sure as heck wouldn't have enjoyed myself half as much.
FAITH: Cool. No prob.
(FAITH SPEAKING)
MAYOR: My dear Edna May, rest her soul,
she and I never had a chance to bring a child into this world.
But when I look into your eyes,
I see a daughter she would have been proud to call her own.
FAITH: Thanks.
(FAITH SPEAKING)
MAYOR: Now, why don't you change into your play clothes?
The blood of innocence is a real pain in the neck to wash out of cotton blends.
(FAITH SPEAKING)
FAITH:... and feel anything but loved.
RODEN: Thatta girl, Lady Genevieve.
Murder this backstabbing slag.
GENEVIEVE: I let you into my home, Hope.
Into my sodding tub.
FAITH: I didn't lie about the stuff that matters,
so why don't you drop the Medieval Times prop and talk to me like a...
GENEVIEVE: Shut it!
You're not even English, are you?
Where is that horrid accent from anyway? New York?
FAITH: Ouch!
That hurts.
(GENEVIEVE SCREAMING)
(FAITH PANTING)
For the record, I'm a Boston girl.
You know, like the Tea Party?
GENEVIEVE: I don't care what sad little colony you crawled out of.
Your station in life is about as equal to that of my bloody personal shopper.
You're hardly fit to be slain by a Slayer.
Much less to be one.
(FAITH PANTING)
FAITH: You think I asked for this?
GENEVIEVE: You're even less entitled to your power
than that blow-dried Princess of Wales was to hers.
I should have listened to Roden.
FAITH: Who, Lucky Charms?
If you want someone to be pissed at, try him.
Trust me, dude is gonna be the death of you.
GENEVIEVE: He may push me, but Roden's also my best mate,
something I doubt you've ever had.
(GRUNTING)
TRAFALGAR: It's over, Rupert.
We're not getting onto this girl's grounds
any more than a bloodsucker is coming into my hut without an invite.
GILES: You can't give up, Trafalgar.
TRAFALGAR: Tell that to my last 100 wives.
I'm sorry,
but it's gonna take arts darker than mine to get you to the other side.
(CELL PHONE RINGING)
GILES: Speaking of which...
(SIGHS) Thank heaven you called.
I'd hoped to protect you from all this, but I may require your assistance
remotely deactivating a mystical...
BUFFY: Shut up, Giles.
GILES: Buffy?
BUFFY: Her. You're working with her, and you didn't even tell me?
GILES: I... I can explain later. Please, lives are at stake.
BUFFY: Yeah, like mine.
Your Femme Nikita just tried to stuff me down a pool drain.
GILES: What?
BUFFY: Faith and her new droogs ported me into the middle
of a British invasion, but luckily Will conjured up my ticket home.
GILES: And you left Faith behind?
Buffy, you have to put Willow on the line.
BUFFY: Not until you tell me exactly what the hell is going on.
GILES: No. I don't want you to be any part of this.
(HANGS UP)
(SIGHS)
BUFFY: Do what you can for him.
WILLOW: Is everything okay, Buffy?
XANDER: Uh... Maybe the boss just needs some alone time.
BUFFY: (SCOFFS) What other kind is there?
(GROANS)
GENEVIEVE: Look, now you've gone and ruined Mother's stupid rosebush.
I'll have to get Roden to grow me a new one before she returns.
FAITH: If your boy wizard is such a pal, where the hell is he now?
GENEVIEVE: He knows I can handle myself.
He trusts me. He adores me.
(GRUNTS)
FAITH: Maybe he does, maybe he don't.
But either way, part of you knows something ain't right,
'cause you've never deserved to be loved by anybody.
GENEVIEVE: What I deserve is everything
that was squandered on unworthy tramps like you.
Your blood is my birthright,
and as soon as I've wrung the last drop out of your kind,
my nightmares are going to end.
FAITH: If you're so sick of the bad dreams,
then wake the (BLEEP) up.
No.
(GROANS)
(GASPS)
FAITH: I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry. I never meant...
(FAITH GASPING)
GENEVIEVE: (WEAKLY) But it's like the song goes.
(GENEVIEVE GROANS)
(FAITH CRYING)
RODEN: Hell.
Looks like I backed the wrong filly.
FAITH: You're some kind of goddamn magic man, right?
Heal her.
RODEN: Why bother? My orders were to train the Slayer to end all Slayers.
Genevieve here was just a dead end.
(FAITH GRUNTING)
You, on the other hand, may be exactly the bird I'm looking for.
FAITH: Not if you were the last warm body left, Red.
RODEN: Even though you and I could make Buffy disappear forever?
FAITH: Huh?
(RODEN LAUGHS)
RODEN: I saw the look in your eyes when you and Summers were going at it.
I know you'll never be happy so long as she's out there.
Lucky for you, I've been promised
clemency from the coming purge.
So long as we destroy the blonde-headed bane of your existence.
The Guidebook will show us how.
FAITH: Thanks.
But I ain't much of a reader.
RODEN: Keep it anyway, love.
I already know how it ends.
(FAITH GROANS)
Lord, nothing sadder than an over-the-hill Slayer.
Girls like you are supposed to shuffle off this mortal coil
when you're young and fresh,
not when you're starting to sag a bit.
FAITH: What?
(FAITH GROANING)
RODEN: So long, Faith.
The hell are you smiling about?
(SCREAMS)
Well,
if it isn't the kennel master.
They're all gonna die, you know.
Every last one of your bitches.
FAITH: Giles! Think fast.
(GILES CHANTING SPELL)
(RODEN LAUGHS)
RODEN: You desperate old git.
Did you honestly try to use one of my own containment spells against me?
I can break out of any mystic field ever enchanted.
GILES: I know.
That's why I put one inside you.
(RODEN GRUNTS)
Burst.
FAITH: Come on.
(ECHOING) We're done.
GILES: Morning. How are you holding up?
FAITH: Not my first rodeo.
How about you, Conan the librarian?
(FAITH CHUCKLES)
GILES: Yes, well, it's a side of myself I'd rather not expose
to those under my watch, but I have used lethal force before.
FAITH: Don't make it any easier.
GILES: No. No, it doesn't.
Regardless, congratulations on a most honorable discharge.
I've secured you a new identity as well as a one-way ticket to...
FAITH: Thanks, but I'm not ready to punch out just yet.
GILES: I thought you were done with bloodshed.
FAITH: I am. But there are gonna be other Gigis out there.
If I stopped stabbing
and started, I don't know, playing social worker to the Slayers,
maybe I could help walk a few bad girls back from the brink.
GILES: There's a war coming, and I'm not cut out to be a general.
I have a feeling we could both
do more good behind the scenes than on the battlefield.
FAITH: Appreciate the offer, but I think I'm done taking orders,
even from guys I dig.
GILES: Actually, given your most recent performance,
I was envisioning more of a partnership between equals.
We could perform those peacekeeping missions
ill-suited to others in our line of work.
FAITH: Wouldn't me and you starting a two-man band
go down lousy with your main girl?
GILES: I'm afraid I wouldn't know.
Buffy and I aren't on speaking terms at the moment.
FAITH: Then I guess we're on our own, huh?
GILES: It would appear so.
But perhaps we can be on our own together.
MOLTER: Twilight? You there?
I humbly request your audience and all that crap.
I bear your mark, now give me my damn audience!
TWILIGHT: Calm yourself, Lieutenant Molter.
You're not gonna be walking on air when you hear what I have to say.
Our man on the inside confirms that Summers is still alive.
Your goons failed.
Roden and Genevieve were not my minions,
they were my targets.
What are you talking about?
This whole operation was about neutralizing two of your own soldiers?
TWILIGHT: No, it was about manipulating our enemies
into waging this ugly war for us,
a tactic crucial for bringing the Age of Magic to a close.
By pitting Watcher against Warlock and Slayer against Slayer,
we have pushed even the victors
to remove themselves from the chessboard.
MOLTER: Who cares about a couple of rooks when the queen is still in play?
How can you see this as a victory
when Buffy's narrow ass lives to fight another day?
TWILIGHT: Let her have the day, Lieutenant.
Night falls soon enough.
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