(BUFFY SPEAKING)
BUFFY: Nice.
Field's vaped and we're on the roof.
XANDER ON RADIO: Access should be right in front of you.
BUFFY: Leah, open her up.
(GRUNTS)
LEAH: Can't see a thing, ma'am.
BUFFY: Can smell a thing, though.
LEAH: Ugh!
(BUFFY SPEAKING)
XANDER: Satellite has them clustered by the altar,
and our psychics read them as unaware.
(RADIO STATIC BUZZING)
RENEE: Mr. Harris, we've got a development with the Barcelona squad.
Vamp nest looks a lot bigger than they thought.
Donna's running them, but they're pretty green.
XANDER: Andrew's still working Southern Italy.
Tell him to pick his 10 best, hop over.
RENEE: Roger that.
XANDER: Oh, and tell him 10 best. Not 10 best dressed.
We don't want another Orvieto.
RENEE: Yes, Mr. Harris.
XANDER: Xander. Renee, I told you, it's Xander or Sergeant Fury.
Okay, Buff. Game on.
(BUFFY SPEAKING)
BUFFY: Flank them. Now.
DEMON: (HISSING) This one looks tasty.
BUFFY: Thanks, I work out.
(GRUNTS)
DEMON: Sad little girl.
Lost the element of surprise.
(DEMONS GROANING)
SLAYER 1: That went well.
Stupid human. I am no vampire.
You think I fear the cross?
(SIGHS) Might wanna start.
SLAYER 2: That were a wee bit repulsive.
BUFFY: Went okay.
Except I feel a little weird about using a crucifix to kill someone.
LEAH: Ma'am? What is that?
On his chest.
BUFFY: Zoom in.
Xander, send this to records.
(ON RADIO) Copy Giles on it.
SLAYER 3: What are you thinking?
BUFFY: Self-inflicted. I don't think these are random victims.
I think these boys were looking for a fight.
SLAYER 3: I think the force field was theirs, too.
BUFFY: This is all bad math.
That symbol's gonna clear it up.
That's gonna tell us what those guys are part of.
VOLL: An army?
CROPP: Our intel says they're too loosely affiliated.
I mean, they're scattered in those...
VOLL: Squads, right. Terrorists call them cells.
We go ahead with this, we gotta be together on exactly what we're facing,
and that's an army.
They got power, they got resources
and they got a hard-line ideology
that does not jibe with American interests.
Worst of all, they got a leader,
charismatic, uncompromising and completely destructive.
I mean, for the love of God,
look what she did to her hometown.
MAN 1 ON RADIO: I have you at 60 feet under.
You must be picking up some traces.
MAN 2 ON RADIO: That's a negative, sir. Unless you count the willies.
It's like a museum down here.
But no bodies, no mystical readings.
I'm all alone down here.
(SCREAMING)
(MAN SCREAMING ON RADIO)
BUFFY: So what's it all mean?
XANDER: Nothing from the experts,
but I've been studying it a while.
BUFFY: And?
XANDER: I think it's a frown turned upside down.
And turned upside down again.
BUFFY: So you think it's a frown?
XANDER: A guy with a monocle frowning.
BUFFY: You're a terrible Watcher.
XANDER: Don't call me a Watcher. And you need to talk to Dawn.
BUFFY: Hmm. I think it's a beautiful sunset.
XANDER: Seriously?
(BUFFY SIGHS)
BUFFY: She's just gonna whine.
XANDER: She's got a lot to whine about.
BUFFY: There's nothing I can do until we can find Willow.
XANDER: You could be her sister.
(BUFFY SPEAKING)
Thought I'd come and see you.
DAWN: 'Cause Xander made you.
I'm not talking to you about it.
(BUFFY SIGHS)
BUFFY: Why will you talk to Willow and not to me?
DAWN: Willow understands.
BUFFY: You know, I could get you some apprentice witches.
DAWN: She taught me a lot, especially when you were dead.
BUFFY: Uh... You were dating a thricewise.
DAWN: Kenny never said he was a thricewise.
BUFFY: I said he was a thricewise.
Everyone said he was a thricewise.
DAWN: It's fricking freezing. Why do we have to be in Scotland?
BUFFY: You don't have to be in Scotland. You have to be at Berkeley.
DAWN: Believe me, as soon as I'm person-sized, I'm out of here.
BUFFY: You should get out. Run around the moor.
DAWN: Ugh! I could swat you like a flea.
BUFFY: Your butt looks big in those giant pants.
DAWN: Ugh!
BUFFY: I got things to do.
(BUFFY SPEAKING)
(SIGHS)
VOLL: Lord.
How is that thing alive?
SCIENTIST: Well, magic, obviously.
Let's take a look at our other subject.
We believe she was keeping the nasty guy you just saw alive
after the decimation.
VOLL: But, I mean, what did they eat?
SCIENTIST: Whoever else was trapped in there.
VOLL: Insane.
SCIENTIST: Once our man underground got over his girly screaming fit,
he told us her first words.
"I'm gonna help you kill her."
VOLL: Who compromised our intel?
SCIENTIST: Magic, General.
You still have to learn the rules.
VOLL: There aren't any goddamn rules.
SCIENTIST: That's sort of what I meant.
CROPP: You think she can help us?
VOLL: What does she want?
SCIENTIST: Access to all our magical hardware.
A weapons lab for the other subject, her boyfriend.
VOLL: You can't mean...
SCIENTIST: Also, release and full immunity
if they succeed in taking down Buffy Summers, and, well,
she wants a lot of cheese.
VOLL: Cheese, of course.
We got a name for this nut job?
SCIENTIST: Amy. Her name is Amy.
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