Enough.
I see some superior fighting out there.
Technique and power that might give Buffy Summers herself
a run for her money.
Impressive force.
It is, of course, useless. You're all fighting alone,
getting in each other's way, not protecting each other's flanks,
failing to use your single most valuable asset...
Each other. - Each other.
One Slayer fighting alone is formidable.
Two is formidable-er.
Or three? Mega-formidable.
And after mega-, it goes to mondo-, then super-, hyper-,
beaucoup de crazy-, stupid-.
It gets exponentially prefix-y.
Leah, Satsu, Rowena,
would the three of you please kick my ass?
So, three perfectly valid avenues of attack,
good form, on three seasoned, well-trained corpses,
one of whom, sidebar, has her best hair ever.
Satsu, you're making me think I need a new look. See me after.
So, let's break this down.
The first clue this was going downhill?
Clearly...
I love Empire.
Of course I love Empire,
let's not waste time questioning my loyalties,
but the moment I saw Billy Dee in the hizzy I smelled the troubles.
I mean, it's great that George Lucas wanted to have
an African-Bespinian character in the mix,
but then he shows up in a cape and the little bellbottoms,
and I'm thinking, "Oh, he's gonna help Han and Chewie
"just as soon as he finishes the magic show for the kid's birthday party."
I mean, knock-knock,
common sense trying to get in, door's locked.
I'll buy a race of teddy bears with unstoppable tree trunk technology
any day over that outfit on a leader.
That outfit gets you beat up, is what.
So, does that answer your question?
- No. - Okay,
what was your question?
- Weapons. - Right. Weapons.
How come we have to use all this medieval junk?
We could totally get some guns and do some real damage.
We're fighting demons. Let's up the ante!
You didn't listen to a word I said, did you?
About Lando Calrissian?
No Slayer carries a gun. Ever. End of talk. Good talk.
Okay. Let's start up with head-butts, shall we?
Some do's and don'ts.
That's overstating it, don't you think?
I'm a giant. Everything I state is over.
She doesn't hate you.
She does. She hates me.
- I say thee nay. - Fine. Nay.
Buffy doesn't hate me. She just wishes I'd go away.
She wishes you were at Berkeley getting an education
in something other than stomping villagers, yeah.
Doesn't mean she doesn't like having you around.
All she does is yell at me.
And you, what, recite sonnets?
Sisters fight. It's a rule.
What do you know? You don't have a sister.
Uh... Have you seen this place?
I got all my sisters and me
Right. Buffy and all her new and improved Slayer sisters.
Dawnie, don't roar a giant roar, but
did you make yourself big on purpose?
You know I only have two of these outfits!
We have insertion, sir.
Our op should be in and out by tonight.
Should. You know how much good "should" does me?
You're gonna say "not much."
I'm gonna say a good goddamn deal more than that.
If we have coordinates on that bitch, we should nuke the damn site.
Yeah, okay, that's gonna get us noticed,
then indicted, then hung.
Hanged.
Neither really works for me.
I don't expect a suit like you to have the kind of commitment...
What if it doesn't work?
There is no problem so big or complicated that it can't be blown up.
That's not a saying we share with the public.
We're dealing with magic.
Leave that to the magicians, okay?
Working with Amy, the op, is the best way to go right now.
And if she blows it?
We send that monstrosity she calls a boyfriend in next?
That thing really is gross.
And, yes, I think we do.
I'm gonna get some shut-eye.
Wake me with a report.
Let's hope it's a good one.
Suit.
Just a suit, walks and talks, has by chance a man in it.
Got no idea what's at stake here.
No idea at all.
You're saying you think she became a giant to get my attention?
Maybe not consciously,
but given her tsunamic reaction, I think I struck a nerve.
But that's so literal.
Not subtle, no, but giant.
Point being, Dawn's abandonment issues
have abandonment issues. Your mom, Tara, you, twice.
Plus the fact that she knows she was actually a construct
created by monks who... She's not real.
She's my sister. I've never told her anything else.
You made several thousand girls into Slayers
and moved in with them.
I'm not saying on purpose.
I'm saying maybe this thricewise she was dating,
this feminine hygiene product, Kenny,
put a whammy on her that manifested her internal blah de blah.
And once again, sports fans, it's all my fault.
Oh! Don't go there.
There smells of you, and you've been there so often.
With the guilt... - I'm sorry. I'm tired.
Just tell me now, so we don't have to do a whole awkward dance.
Are you coming to bed?
Buffy, we both know what a horrible mistake that is.
I'll be gentle this time. I can be gentle.
Oh!
- So gentle. - Oh, balls.
No, no, I can't go outside, I'm afraid of the dark!
Buffy, you are the dark.
That's what I meant.
This lint is so Scottish.
I make a wish, I don't fall. I make a wish, I don't fall.
New wish! New wish!
I know you.
Yes, scream.
I couldn't bear it if this was painless.
Amy. Long time, no desire whatsoever to see.
Wait. Wait. We can talk about this.
After!
Oh, my God!
This is the crappiest sacrificial dagger I've ever seen.
What?
You really think we let Buffy sleep without mystical protection?
This isn't open wand night in Sunnydale, sweet cheeks.
You're dealing with pros.
Any of you pros notice she's still asleep?
She's living a nightmare, genius,
and the only thing that can wake her up is the kiss of true love.
New wish.
Seriously?
Please. There's no love.
No, right, of course.
The sudden interest in comic books,
James Bond movies and drywalling has absolutely nothing to do with Mr. Harris.
Did you hear that? It sounds like clawing.
So this doesn't have to be someone she's in love with.
No, I said just someone truly in love with her.
- But not friend love. - Right.
Someone who wants to kiss her,
like they're passionate about her.
And not a sister.
Well, a twisted sister.
But, no, I hate you.
We're under attack! Full breach on the east wall!
Who's breaching?
Living dead, sir.
Man, Amy, you're doing all the classics tonight.
I need you three in the field.
And what about the Bitch of the West here?
She's bound by our security or she'd have bailed by now.
Keep a guard on her and get our witches
working on this "true love" crap.
It's real, Xander.
Your star player's out unless she receives a kiss from someone
passionately devoted to her.
Care to give it a whirl?
You can't give up that easily, Buffy.
I have so much I need to show you, my love.
"Kill the head" isn't working!
They're not even slowing down!
Orders, sir?
All that time underground with nothing to do but get stronger.
A hundred Slayers and there's not one person here
who can take me on.
As a friend of mine once said,
I'd like to test that theory.
ENGLISH - US - PSDH