(BUFFY SPEAKING)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(BUFFY SHOUTS)
(BUFFY SCREAMING)
(SCREAMING)
XANDER: Man, you really haven't lived
till you've had Scottish-Chinese take-out.
Anybody want some more sweet and sour Haggis?
BUFFY: I think it's chicken, Xander.
Although I'm not gonna guess which part.
WILLOW: Ah, quit your grousing.
Two days' time we'll be in the home of the best Chinese take-out in the world.
Well, after San Francisco.
And I suppose probably China.
BUFFY: But why New York? Is it really a good idea to go now?
Chewbacca has a point, Will.
Do we really want to be abandoning the fort
on the basis of some Goth vamp speaking in tongues?
Someone was using her to send me a message. From elsewhere.
And that someone wouldn't happen to be a really hot,
even though she's got kind of a snake-body, demon lady by any chance?
(WILLOW STAMMERS)
No, no. You're making up made-up things.
XANDER: Okay, explain how you know that. Slowly, with many visuals.
WILLOW: And, moving on.
Buffy's scythe is the power source of our entire Slayer army.
My contact, who shall remain name and snake-body less,
told me it would be found in New York.
BUFFY: But we got it back! How can it be found if it's not lost?
WILLOW: That message was sent for a reason.
We need to find out what it means before we get attacked again.
Before we lose another...
Another fight.
BUFFY: Okay. Prosecution rests.
Guys, I appreciate the eggshells,
but Renee's dead.
I'm dealing with it.
By myself. I'm not being a guy,
I'll ask for help if I need it.
We have to stay focused. So...
I need to know everything about this demon lover with the snake body.
And don't shield me from...
(DOOR SLAMS OPEN)
Guys, in the orchard. It's Dawn.
Dawnie!
(DAWN SCREAMING)
DAWN: Oh, God!
WILLOW: Dawnie! What's wrong?
XANDER: Wait up!
BUFFY: Dawn? Are you sick?
Can you stand?
DAWN: I am standing!
BUFFY: You mean you got shrunk?
XANDER: (PANTING) What's this? Shrunk? What?
BUFFY: Yay, Dawnie!
Oh.
Yay.
DAWN: Neigh.
TWILIGHT: Hmm.
"Hmm"? (BLEEP) you, "Hmm." This is primo!
AMY: Sweetie.
WARREN: Look, copperhead,
we busted our asses on this baby, and it will do the job.
TWILIGHT: Yes. It will do its part, I'm sure.
But it's only a small part in a great scheme.
Hey, I have no skin,
which means I don't have your cute little sunset symbol carved in it.
I'm in this for myself,
and myself is telling you right now that this baby
is gonna bring the noise.
Good.
You'll let me know where?
XANDER: Come on, slowpoke!
BUFFY: Sorry. I'm here.
This'll drop you at the airstrip.
Soon as something interesting happens, you call in.
Sorry to leave you holding the bag of oats.
Flicka and I will be fine.
I don't feel good about leaving my squad right now anyway.
Git.
(WILLOW SPEAKING)
WILLOW: Hmm.
More largess from your mysterious benefactor,
who is actually you stealing things?
BUFFY: You know, we do have some legitimate funding.
You got a time-frame on this mystical event thingy?
I'm guessing midnight.
Hmm? How come?
I'm a witch. We like midnight.
I'm gonna need a couple hours. Gotta take a meeting.
Meeting? With a thing. It's no big.
I'll respect your cryptic-ality for now, Slayer.
I still need to get some clue about the event.
We really don't know what we're walking into, do we?
Do we ever?
We'll be in and out in a day,
and as for the possibility of encountering hostiles, well...
I sent an advance team.
Hey, Red. Didn't miss you.
WILLOW: Didn't even think about you.
Kind of forgot you.
The boss of bosses. Need a hand with that?
No, I'm good. I'm balanced.
WILLOW: Buffy had an outfit crisis.
We should have seen the warning signs.
Well, I've never been to New York.
I want to look New York-y, and there could be weather.
KENNEDY: Please. I don't go to Denny's without packing three bags.
WILLOW: Sad, but true. But also cute.
Ooh!
KENNEDY: We're working with the Manhattan Squad on security and housing,
but my group's taking point on the op.
WILLOW: Violet's okay with that?
She's got plenty to do. It's vampire heaven.
We'll mostly stay out of their way.
BUFFY: Oh! Oh! Oh! Empire State Building!
WILLOW: She's never been in New York.
BUFFY: I'm the King Kong of the world!
WILLOW: Or, apparently, a limo.
What can I tell you?
We've got mystical turf wars raging in almost every section of the city.
That's just Manhattan.
Oh, and an angry spirit is attacking the cast of Xanadu, don't ask me why.
All of which means that tracing the mystical signature
Willow sent our Wiccan Squad has been a little tricky.
We think, operative word "think,"
it's coming from this high-rise on 53rd and Lex.
But it seems to be coming and going.
WILLOW: It would be.
Can I use your board a sec?
(WHISPERING) Can you even believe she's standing right here?
WILLOW: This is time, as we experience it.
There's the past, there's now,
and there's the far-off future.
The event happens sometime around here.
But it's a temporal anomaly, which means it affects the time stream,
almost exactly like a pebble thrown into a pond.
And what you girls are picking up...
I hear whispering, and we are not playing Pictionary so clam the hell up!
...is the last subsiding ripple of the event.
An event completely fluid temporally.
KENNEDY: How hot am I for teacher right now?
BUFFY: You know she took over the computer-science class at Sunnydale.
Wasn't even a senior.
My Will.
Hey, grubby paws off, les-faux.
I love that you're in your experimental phase,
but you put the moves on Red and I'll kill you like a chicken.
(STAMMERS)
WILLOW: I still hear whispering!
XANDER: And Will's pretty sure we know the parameters.
Three. Magic number three.
Great. Three magic enchantments wherein my ass is huge.
Are you kidding? Dawn.
You really don't know how awesome you look?
You're a freaking centaur!
Majestic creature of legend! I'm actually jealous.
I sleep standing up. I pee a crazy amount of pee.
I want hay. I actually want to eat hay.
It's temporary, Dawnbo. And it's a lot better than trampling Tokyo.
There must be a non-whiney way to deal with this.
And when I say "whiney"...
Mmm. This foot tastes delicious.
Ah, what are you gonna do?
Who can fathom the mystery that is horse/woman?
What is that?
No! Incoming!
(XANDER GASPING)
KENNEDY: Hmm. It's quiet.
WILLOW: Hmm. Are you about to say, "It's too quiet," dear?
No, I'm gonna say I think we're okay, not to jinx.
I think your source played us straight.
Of course, I still wouldn't hate a hint as to who your source is.
WILLOW: We're on the furthest edge of a temporal rift.
Yeah, I saw a diagram.
Oh. Right. So, the event is in the future.
But every time those ripples swell, anomalies can occur.
Something may be coming through to us.
Hopefully something helpful.
It's about the scythe?
Yes.
And Buffy has the scythe?
Yes.
But we don't have Buffy.
Hi! You have me!
I'm had, I'm on time. I'm not in trouble.
KENNEDY: Well, I feel underdressed.
WILLOW: Hmm. Must have been some no big...
BUFFY: I'm undercover! And I thought we weren't expecting fighty.
But I can change...
(DEMON GROWLING)
KENNEDY: The other look was fine.
(SCREAMING)
(BUFFY SPEAKING)
KENNEDY: Slayers! Flank and contain!
(KENNEDY GRUNTS)
KENNEDY: Damn.
(SCREAMING)
...into something else. What?
(MEL GRUNTING) (BUFFY GROANING)
(BUFFY SPEAKING)
(BUFFY GRUNTING)
(MEL LAUGHING)
MEL: You think you can spin me
with a half-coy glam of a Slayer been dust more than two cen?
You're lower than a lurk.
(ECHOING) Uh, English?
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