Until you live long enough to be a part of it.
I'd forgotten her excellent nose.
What's the plan?
'Cause I'm still not killing a Slayer, no matter what you showed me.
You just have to keep her here.
The temporal rift will open again tonight, and I expect...
I remember, there will be an extraction attempt.
So, we send her back. How's that a neg if she's such trouble?
She'll end the world.
She'll change the future, now she's ocked it.
No more now. No more us.
She goes back, and a tick past highnight, we're all what could've been.
Oh, my God!
You went dark again?
You are so in huge trouble for going dark. How could you even...
Is Kennedy okay?
It's been 200 years, Buffy.
How do you think she is?
Okay. Fair enough. Let's move on.
Why am I shackled, why are you evil,
and why isn't anyone on my side?
Actually, I have a few Qs as well.
First, how come all my friends are having a party without me?
Second, what has that witch been telling you?
You should have been patient, Harth.
Why is that?
You really want to untie me right now.
You told me Buffy's coming here would cause our world to be.
You told my sister the opposite.
You've been spinning us all.
Yes, well, I'm dark that way.
Well, to what end?
Death, of course.
Whose?
You see what I've seen,
you come and go as I have,
you realize the most important thing about death isn't who dies.
It's who kills them.
I told you I won't kill a Slayer.
If she gets back to that rooftop by midnight,
you'll never have been.
You're lying!
I'm lying to someone.
Would you bet your whole world it's you?
I have a solver. I kill everyone,
and, well, uh, I don't really care about the rest.
This night isn't yours, Harth.
Your fortunetelling's tapped, witch!
Harth, you should be careful when you choose your enemies.
Your power's but gone. You can't stop an army by yourself.
Don't plan to.
Three? You think three lurks can bust me on my surf?
You insult me.
Erin, listen to me!
That's for Puffy.
I'm leaving. I don't care about your world.
I have to save mine!
Not just yet, Buffy.
You're not done here.
Wood Creatures, the time of battle is, like, upon us!
Let us show these abominations the forest's rage!
Followed quickly by the forest's denial, bargaining,
and then short, painful acceptance.
Lorelahn's right. We have to make a stand sometime.
You're just into guys with no lower half now, is what.
Don't be gross.
You wanna nuzzle his root system.
I hope you die first. With the most wounds.
Pretty much counting on it.
If we can't do some permanent damage,
this is gonna be a real speedy brawl.
Remember my running-away proposal?
Huh?
Wiccans to the rear! Slayers them up.
Don't let any slip through the line!
That's your squad, Xan.
All the ladies in the house go, "Yeah."
I can't let you go.
Didn't you listen to Willow?
It's who kills you.
Pitting us against each other is her idea of game night.
We are the Scattergories of evil.
Can you swear my world won't mist out if you leave?
My best bonds? My sister?
You know I can't.
The big picture.
It's called the fate of the world, short view.
Fate of the world made sense when there was only one!
So, we all get how this is Amy's fault?
Sweetie, that's not technically...
Technical is my domain name, baby, and the bomb delivered.
Your spell-casting was trumped by first-year Wiccans.
You said they would die in the blast.
I scored five fatalities!
You're the one who started blame-assigning.
You start with that self-actualizing woman-jargon,
I'm gonna build a robot you with no mouth.
Well, maybe I'll conjure a love-slave who has skin!
Ah. Young love.
Hmm. Isn't it depressing?
In my experience, yeah.
But you don't tell her that.
She's so stuck in the past, man.
When we had our secret meeting in New York,
she even got dressed up.
It's a precaution, hon.
Don't wanna accidentally see what you're getting me for Hanukkah.
- It's opening! - Jesu.
No.
No!
No.
I'm sorry.
About what?
Failing?
You know I'll go through you.
And you know you'll have to. Why?
Maybe I think the 20th century
can soldier on just fine without you.
I'm cute and blonde and popular, but I'm not stupid, Will.
You dragged me here and then told me exactly how to get out.
Everything, every lie, to get us here. Why? What happened?
Why does it have to be me?
It's a long story.
Oh, Goddess!
I was afraid I'd get the wrong...
Buffy?
I love you, Will.
I'm watching those hands, you two.
Mel?
Mel, did she go?
I failed. Again.
Mel, she's gone.
And we're not.
What does that mean?
It means it's a good day.
ENGLISH - US - PSDH