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               Buffy running thru park in red jacket with two “Go Fish” looking creatures 
               (except tan in color) chasing her.  She trips and falls, gets up, and engages 
               in hand-to-hand.

               Buffy: “You demons cant resist a run & stumble can you?” 

               Buffy catches a knife thrown by one of the creatures, turns, and stabs the
               other, who she had just thrown on top of the picnic table.  It’s dead, with a 
               gooey, white liquid seeping from the wound.  She turns in time to see the 
               creature who threw the knife running away.  

               Buffy: “One down, one gone.” 

               Pan down to Buffy's hand.  A strange tattoo-like image appears on the back of
               her hand and slowly fades away.  She doesn't notice it.

               Fade to opening credit

               Outside of school cuts to Buffy and Willow entering library

               Willow:  “So scabby demon got away?”

               Buffy:   “Scabby demon number two got away.  Scabby demon number one, big 
               check in the slay column.”

               Willow:   “I don’t like this no mouth thing, its disquieting.”

               Buffy:  “Well, no mouth means no teeth...unless they have them somewhere 
               else.”

               Xander, Oz are sitting at the library table, with Giles standing near them.

               Giles:   “Here we go, we've been researching the mayor’s forthcoming 
               ascension.”

               Oz:   “It’s pretty riveting stuff.”

               Buffy:   “what do we know?”

               Xander:  What don’t we know!  tell her Giles.”

               Giles:  “Based upon the supposed date, graduation day, and the mayor being
               impervious
               to harm, I’ve cross-referenced...”

               Xander (interrupting):  “He’s a cross referencing fool.”

               Giles (giving Xander his disapproving look): “...and I’ve eliminated several 
               possibilities.
               It’s not the ritual slaying of the demon Azareth or the....(pauses).......I 
               don’t know what’s going happen.”
               Oz:   “That was sort of an anticlimax.”

               Buffy:   “We don’t know anything?  The whole fake Angel thing was for nothing?

               Giles:  “No...no..no, umm, if nothing else, Angel’s charade has brought 
               Faith’s
               treachery into the open and this information on the ascension will prove 
               useful
               eventually, I just need to put it together.”

               Pan down to Buffy scratching at her hand.

               Wesley enters looking dapper as ever.

               Wesley:  “Terribly sorry, I was detain.  Official counsel business.   Mr. 
               Giles, you were speaking?”

               Giles:  “I was just filling Buffy in on my progress regarding the research of
               the asencion.”

               Wesley (snidely):  “What took up the rest of the minute?”

               Giles (after brief pause):  “Touche.  Of course, my work is unofficial.  I’m 
               sure, however, with the resources of the counsel at your disposal, you will 
               have something to add.”

               Wesley:   “Well, I’m please to state, with certainty, the demon Azareth, will
               not only be involved...”

               The whole gang, minus Giles, simultaneously gets up and heads out of the 
               library, leaving Wesley standing at the head of the table.

               Wesley (to no one in particular) “...I'm sure well find out more soon.”

               Giles (sarcastically):  “The demon Azareth??”

               Cut to Buffy and Willow in the school hallway at Willow’s locker.

               Willow:  “So, have you talk to Angel lately?”

               Buffy:  “Not really.  Seeing him bad, even pretend bad, and Faith...”

               Willow:   “He only kissed her for the greater good.”

               Buffy:  “I don’t know.  To the naked eye it looked like fun.  Or maybe it
               wasn't.  Maybe
               he wasn't even tempted.  I just wish I could be sure.”

               Willow:  “As always, I advise you to ask.”

               Buffy:   “Think he’d tell me?”

               Voice in the hall:  “Hogan!!”

               Cut to Percy walking towards Willow and Buffy with Hogan, who, like Percy, is
               wearing
               a letterman's jacket.

               Passerby:  “Great game man.”

               Xander joins Willow and Buffy.

               Xander (with disdain):  “Hogan Martin thinks he’s soooo hot.  Like we should
               all be awed
               by him just cause he can put a ball in the net.” 

               Hogan:  “Hey Xander.”

               Xander (to Buffy and Willow, genuinely excitedly):  “He said my name! He knows
               my
               name!”

               Percy:  “Hey Willow.  Hey.”
                
               Willow:  “Hi.”
                
               Percy:   “Ummm, look, I can’t make the study session after school.  Ummm, can
               we do it
               5th period?”
                
               Willow:  “OK. Did you finish the reading?”

               Percy:  “Most of it.”

               Willow (in schoolteacher, unapproving-type voice):  “Percy.”

               Percy (sheepishly):   “I’ll finish it at lunch.”

               Willow:  “That’s my little trooper.”

               Hogan (to Willow):  “I don’t know what you’re doing to him.  I actually heard
               him
               complete a sentence.  It had a clause and everything.”

               Percy:  “You’re watching the game, right?”

               Willow:  “Would’nt miss it!”

               Xander (as Hogan and Percy turn to leave):  “See ya Hogan.” 

               Buffy and Willow are alone again. 

               Buffy:  “You're going to the game?  I didn't know you liked basketball.”

               Willow:  “I didn't either.  But, I really started getting into it.  Especially
               now that we're in
               the championship.  It’s so exciting.  Too bad you’re patrolling...we’re all
               going.  Oz,
               Xander, everybody.”

               Willow turns off to head to class.

               Buffy (aloud, to herself):   “Right, everyone who isn't currently Buffy.”  

               Buffy scratches her hand again.


               Cut to Buffy in the library with Giles.

               Giles:  “You touched one of the demons?”

               Buffy:  “A good touch, not a bad touch.  Anyway its been itching like crazy. 
               No big, just
               another problem for the good people at Lubriderm, right?”
                
               Giles, who has been flipping through a book, finds a picture of the demon,

               Giles:  “This the demon in question?”

               Buffy:   “In the disgusting flesh.”

               Giles:   “hmmn”

               Buffy:   “What?”

               Giles:   “It says it can infect the host.”

               Buffy:   “Infect? Infect?.....(getting no response from Giles, who still has
               his head in the
               book)  GILES!”

               Giles(off in bookland):   “hmmm.”

               Buffy:   “...INFECT!?!”

               Giles:   “Oh.  Umm, ‘infects the host with an aspect of the demon.’  That’s 
               all
               it says.”

               Buffy:   “An aspect of the demon?”

               Giles:  “It’s rather terse isn’t it?”

               Buffy:   “You mean like a part of it?”

               Giles:   “There could be any number of explanations for your hand.  uhh, uhh, 
               a
               new fabric
               softener can cause irritation.  In any case, I would advise not to attempt to
               track the one
               that got away.  Let’s minimize your exposure.”

               Buffy:   “Part of the Demon?  Hope its not the outside part.”

               Cut to the school quad.  Cordy and the other cheerleaders are leading a rally
               for the
               Basketball team.

               Cheerleaders:   “H-O-G-A-N is Hogan!  Go Hogan!!!  (cheers from the crowd)

               Pan to the gang sitting on a bench nearby.

               Buffy:   “Is it just me or is this really lame?”

               Oz:   “I don’t know.  I usually enjoy lameness, but this is leaving me kinda
               cold.”

               Willow (reading the school newspaper):   “Well, according to Freddy’s latest
               editorial,
               ‘the pep rally is a place for pseudo prostitutes to provoke men into a sexual
               frenzy, which,
               when thwarted, results in pointless athletic competition.’”

               Xander:   “And the downside being?”

               Willow:   “The school paper is edging on depressing lately, you guys notice
               that?”

               Oz:   “I don’t know.  I always go straight to the obits.”

               Willow (seeing buffy feeling the back of her head):  “What are you doing,
               Buffy?”

               Buffy (worriedly):   “Nothing.   checking for horns!”

               Buffy and Willow stand up and stroll a short distance away, leaving Oz and
               Xander on the
               bench.

               Willow(trying to cheer Buffy up):   “Ahh, you know Buffy,  I don’t think Giles
               is right
               about you becoming like a demon....he’s totally burnt.  You know, dealing with
               Faith, and
               this ascension thing.  Between you and me, he’s not doing his best work.” 

               Buffy:  “What if he is right.  I’m suddenly gonna grow this demon part.  We
               don’t even
               know what it is.  It could be claws....or scales (notices willow eyes go 
               wide) 
               What???

               Willow (worriedly):   “Was it a boy demon???”

               Cut to Oz and Xander watching Cordy and the cheerleaders.

               Xander (approvingly):   “They really are very good.”

               Oz:   “Their spelling has improved.”

               Xander:   “You know Oz,  I look at all this beauty, and these health young
               woman and I
               wonder why I ever wasted my time on Cordelia.  I mean, look at her....she’s no
               better
               looking then the rest of them.”

               Oz:   “None of them are really my...”

               Xander (interrupting when he sees Wesley walking by and looking at Cordelia): 
                
               “Oh my
               god!!  He’s looking at her!  He’s got his filthy, adult, pierce-brosny eyes 
               all
               over my
               Cordy!”

               Oz:  “You’re a very complex man, aren’t you?”

               Cut back to Willow and Buffy

               Buffy:   “It’s just, I’m scared Will.   There’s this thing in me and I can’t
               find it.  I can’t
               stop it.  What if it changes me.  Not just the way I look.  All of a sudden I
               could be
               something that’s not me anymore.”

               Willow (initially looking to her right, away from Buffy):  “Woo Hoo!!!
               ..Sorry they
               spelled Percy, and, and, and, I have to show support - he’s needy.  But, but I
               heard what
               you were saying, really.  And, and I would be frightened too, but I’m sure
               you’re gonna be
               ok.”

               Cut to buffy walking on sidewalk at that night.  She stops and looks in her
               compact mirror 

               Buffy (woefully, to herself):  “Still got a mouth.”

               Angel appears behind her and startles her.  

               Angel:  “Sorry.”

               Buffy (somewhat sarcastically):  “Oh, its OK.  I didn’t see you, so I should
               have known
               you were there.  What are you doing here.”

               Angel:  “It’s a dangerous time.  You know, with Faith.”

               Buffy:  “Yeah...Faith.  She...well, what can you say about her.”

               Angel:   “I just want to make sure you're OK, safe?”

               Buffy:   “And the fact you're right here...does that mean Faith’s around?  Are
               you keeping
               me safe by tracking me, or are you tracking her?”

               Angel:  “I’m tracking you.  Something's bothering you.”

               Buffy (softening from her somewhat sarcastic tone):   “A lot of things.  The
               most recent
               being this demon.  Actually two.   I touched one of them and now I'm gonna get
               a case of
               the bumpies, or a tail, or something.”

               Angel:   “An aspect of the demon.”

               Buffy:   “You know the drill.”

               Angel:   “By rumor.  That doesn't mean anything.  I mean, sometimes demons
               exaggerate
               their power.”

               Buffy:   “Demon hype.  Maybe not.  I spend all my time in the dark here 
               anyway.
                It’s not
               like I would be at a game with all my friends where anyone could see and my 
               new
               monster
               part.”

               Angel (comfortingly):  “Hey, I wont let anything happen to you if I can help
               it.  No matter
               what, I’ll always be with you.  Hey I’ll love you even if you’re covered in
               slime.”

               Buffy:  “I liked everything until that part.”

               Cut to the next morning at school.  Willow, Oz and Xander are excitedly
               entering the
               lounge area of school (ok, Oz is not excited).

               Willow:  “Could you believe it?  Right at the buzzer, three points for the
               win!”

               Oz:  “It was intense.”

               Xander:  “Yeah for a minute I thought you were gonna make an expression.”

               Oz:   “I felt one coming on, I won’t lie.”

               Willow:   “I’ve never see anyone jump like Hogan Martin.  They should call him
               ‘The
               Jumper.’”

               Xander:   “Or a name that isn’t an article of woman’s clothing.  Hey, remember
               when...

               Willow:   “shhhsh”

               Buffy approaches the gang.

               Buffy:  “Hmmm quietness.  We either lost or we won and you don’t want me to
               feel bad.”

               Willow:  “Um, yeah...it, it wasn’t really a good game.”

               Xander:  “Yeah, tall hoops, with thin, tall guys.  What's the point?”

               Oz:  “Pretty dull.”

               Cordelia (who just happens to be passing by):   “Are you guys crazy.  It was 
               an
               incredible
               game.  I’ve never cheered so hard in my life.  I still have knee marks on my
               back.  

               The gang gives Cordy a collective “huh” look.

               Cordelia (rolling her eyes):   “From the pyramid.”

               Willow:  “Yeah, well, I still bet patrolling is way better because, wow,
               important.”

               Buffy:  “Well, I thought I saw a four-legged demon, but it was just a dog.”

               Oz:   “A weredog?”

               Buffy:  “Regular.”

               Xander:  “Tough luck.”

               {{For thoughts that Buffy is hearing, I will offset with \\.  Remember, only
               Buffy can hear
               them.}}

               Xander:   \\I wonder if she and Wesley have kissed.\\

               Buffy:   “It really bugs you huh?”

               Xander:   “What?”

               Buffy:   “Cordelia and Wesley, smooching.”

               Xander:  “Man, you read my mind.”

               Cut to Buffy walking down the school hallway, in her own world.  She bumps 
               into
               a
               teacher.

               Mr. Begella:   “Whoa there.  You watch where you’re going now.”

               Buffy:  “I’m sorry Mr. Begella.”

               Mr. Begella:   \\Students!  If we could just get rid of all the students.\\

               As Buffy walks down the hall, she hears numerous thoughts...

               Geeky Male student:   \\Wait til I’m a sophomore jillionaire and you're all
               flipping burgers.
               Whose the loser then...\\

               Female student: \\‘Maybe I’ll take French, I said.  How hard can it be, French
               babies learn
               it.’ IDIOT!’\\

               Male student with baggy pants hanging off him:  \\I swear someday my pants are
               gonna fall
               right off...\\

               Another male student: \\Buffy is so beautiful.  I mean, look at that body.
               (Buffy smirks, and
               pauses in front of him) God, I would love to shove her against that locker
               right now, and
               oooh.....  (Buffy quickly scampers away.\\

               Cut to Buffy talking to Giles in the library

               Buffy:   “Is this the thing?  The aspect thing?  Because I have to say if it
               is, it is way better
               than a tail.  I mean, I have a hard enough time finding jeans that fit right..”

               Giles:   “Buffy, slow down.  I’m not even convinced that this is genuine mind
               reading. 
               Your, your most likely projecting your...”

               Buffy (interrupting):   “When I walked in a few minutes ago, you thought ‘Look
               at her
               shoes.   If a fashion magazine told her to, she’d wear cats strapped to her
               feet.”

               Giles:   “I, umm..”  \\The demons are telepathetic.  I should have known 
               that’s
               why they
               didn’t need mouths.  Of course, the demons are telepathic!\\

               Buffy:  “I know you just told me.  That’s why they don’t need mouths.  And you
               should’ve known.”

               Giles:  “This is astounding.”

               Buffy:  “It was happening out in the hallway.  Principal Snyder has Walk Like
               an Egyptian
               stuck in his head.  And the boys of this school are seriously disturbed.  It’s
               weird, but
               Giles, think about, think what I could do.”

               Giles:   “It could be very useful.  You could anticipate your opponents every
               move.  You
               could turn its plans against him.”

               Buffy:   “Oh, way better than!”

               Cut to Buffy in a Literature class.  Willow is seated to her right, with 
               Xander
               behind her. 
               Nancy, an annoying know-it-all, is to Buffy’s left.

               Buffy:   “Jealousy!”

               Ms Murray (the teacher):   “Buffy. Right, Very good.”

               Nancy (condascendingly):   \\I knew that.\\

               Ms. Murray:   “Jealousy’s merely the tool that yago uses to undo Othello..  But

               what is his
               motivation?  What reason does Iago give for destroying his superior officer?”

               Nancy:  \\Cassio has my place.  Twix my sheets, he’s done my office.\\

               Buffy (reading Nancy’s thoughts):  “Well, he was passed over for promotion. 
               Cassio was
               picked instead, and people were saying that Othello slept with his wife.”

               Willow:   \\Buffy did the reading?  Buffy understood the reading?\\ (getting
               glance from
               Buffy)

               Xander:   \\When did she study?  Was I supposed to study?  Ms. Murray’s kinda
               hot!\\

               Nancy:   \\I was gonna say Cassio.  I hate her.\\

               Ms. Murray:  “Any other reason?”

               Nancy (quickly, to beat Buffy):   “Race!”

               Ms. Murray:   “Umm, good Nancy.  Can’t overlook that.”

               Boy sitting to Willow’s right, Freddy Iverson:   \\Look at them, scrambling 
               for
               the teacher’s
               praise like pigeons thrown bread crusts.\\

               Buffy:   “Will, whose that guy?”

               Willow:   “That’s Freddy Iverson.  He writes those editorials for the school
               newspaper. 
               He’s sorta tonic(?I couldn’t understand what she said?)”

               Freddy:  \\Bread crusts.  That’s deep.  I should write that down.\\

               Ms. Murray:  “Is there something else at work here?”

               Buffy:   “Well, he, umm, he sorta admits himself that his motives
               are.....spurious?  He,
               umm, he, uh, does things because he, uh, enjoys them.  It’s like he’s not a
               person.  He’s
               like, he’s the dark half of Othello himself.”

               At which the entire class simultaneously gives a blank stare to Buffy.

               Ms. Murray:   “Buffy!  Really very astute.  I said something quite like that 
               in
               my
               dissertation.”

               Buffy:  “I know.  I mean, I agree, with that.”

               Ms. Murray:   “Yes, and doesn’t that also explain Othello’s readiness to
               believe Iago. 
               Within seconds, he turns on Desdemona.  He believes she’s been unfaithful. 
               Were all like
               that.  We all have our little internal Iago’s that tell us our husbands, or
               girlfriends, or
               whatever, don’t really love us.  But you never really see what’s in someone’s
               heart...”

               Fade to Buffy entering Angel’s mansion.  As she enters, a ray of sunlight
               almost hits
               Angel. 

               Buffy:   “Oooh, sorry.  Sorry for the day-time.  I just ducked out of school
               and that’s
               when they have it.  Umm ....you look good.  I mean, I, I know I saw you last
               night, but
               sometimes things can change really quick, I mean really quick.  Listen to me.. 
               I’m talking
               like Faith....not that she was bad to have around....you know, before the 
               evil.
                You know I
               think she was hurting alot.  And some people, protective type people, might be
               drawn to
               that, I guess.  Well, the thing about Faith...”

               Angel (interrupting):  “You can’t get into my mind.”

               Buffy:  “How did you....Why not?”

               Angel:   “It’s like the mirror.  The thoughts are there, but they cast no
               reflection in you.
               You got your aspect of the demon.”

               Buffy:  “Yeah, Giles doesn’t know how long it’s gonna last.  Its OK, a little
               headachy,
               but..”

               Angel (interrupting):  “You don’t have to play games with me Buffy, ever..”

               Buffy:   “Well, you’re not exactly “Joe-Here’s-What-I’m-Thinking.’”

               Angel:   “So, ask me.”

               Buffy:   “Oh, but that would’a made sense.”

               Angel:   “What do you want to know about?  Faith?  How I felt kissing her,
               pretending to
               have no soul?  Watching you suffer?”

               Buffy:  “Well, since you bring it up...”

               Angel:   “I hated hurting you, more than I could stand.”

               Buffy:   “Look the thing about Faith,  I’d understand.  She has, you know, 
               that
               whole bad
               girl thing working for her.”

               Angel:   “Kissing her meant nothing.  I don’t want a bad girl I’ve done that
               before.  I’ve
               lived a long time Buffy, and I’m past that.  I’ve been with dozens of girls
               like her.  More.”

               Buffy:   “Ohh, this honesty stuff is funnn.”

               Angel:   “I mean, there’s no comparison.  In 243 years, I’ve loved exactly one
               person.”

               Buffy:   “Ohhh....it is me right?

               Angel:   “Next time, just ask.”

               Buffy:   “OK”

               Angle:   “And Buffy, be careful with this gift.  A lot of things that seem
               strong and good
               and powerful, they can be painful.”

               Buffy:   “Like, say, immortality?”

               Angel:   “Yeah, I’m dying to get rid of that.”

               Buffy:   “Funny”

               Angel:   “I’m a funny guy.”

               Cut to liabary where Willow, Oz, Xander, Giles, Cordelia, Buffy and Wesley are
               gathered
               around the table.

               Xander:   “She can read our minds?  Our every impulse and fantasy?”

               Buffy:   “Every one.”

               Xander:  \\Oh god\\

               Cordelia:  \\I don’t see what this has to do with me.\\  “I don’t see what 
               this
               has to do with
               me.”

               Willow:   “Well, I think its great.  Right?  I  mean you enjoy your other
               slayer powers.”

               Buffy:  “Yeah, it will be fun, and did you see Nancy Doyle’s face in english
               class today?!”

               Willow:   “Yeah..”  \\She’s hardly even human anymore.  How can I be her 
               friend
               now? 
               She doesn’t need me...\\

               Buffy:   “No, I do need you!”

               Cordelia:   “OK.  What are you talking about?  Because you are soooo creepy
               right now.”

               Giles:   “Ummm, I think there must be some precedent for occurrences such as
               this. 
               Wesley, can you give me a hand?”

               Wesley:   “Of course.  Where do you think we should start?”

               Oz:   \\I am my thoughts.  If they exist in her, Buffy contains everything 
               that
               is me and she
               becomes me and I cease to exist.\\  “Hmm.”

               Xander:   \\What am I gonna do?  I think about sex all the time.  Sex! Help! 4
               times 5 is 30.
               5 times 6 is 32.  Naked girls!  Naked woman!  Naked Buffy!  Oh, stop me!\\

               Buffy:   “God Xander!  Is that all you think about?!”

               Xander:   “Actually.....bye!”

               Xander runs from the library.

               Wesley:   “Xander has just illustrated something.  Chances are you will all be
               thinking
               what you least want Buffy to hear.  It’s a question, of course, of mental
               discipline.”

               Giles:   “He’s right.”

               Wesley:   \\Look at Cordelia.  No don’t look at Cordelia!  She’s a student. 
               Oh, I’m a bad
               man.  I’m a bad, bad man!\\  “Excuse me.”

               Wesley exits into Giles’ office.

               Willow:   “What’s it like Buffy?”

               Buffy:   “I don’t know.  Its’ a little weird.  But, look, please don’t for a
               second think that I
               don’t need you, because I do.  I want to share this with you.  It’s like all
               these doors are
               opening to all these little worlds, and I can just walk right inside...”

               Oz:  \\No one else exists either.  Buffy is all of us.  We think therefore she
               exists.\\

               Willow:   \\She knows so much.  She knows what Oz is thinking!  I never know
               that! 
               Before long, she’ll know him better than I do!\\

               Buffy:   “No, don’t think that.”

               Willow:    “I can’t help it Buffy.  I’m sorry I just can’t.”

               Willow exits library.

               Oz:    “If you don’t need me, I’m gonna follow the red-head.”

               Oz exits the library.

               Buffy (to Giles and Cordelia):   “Guess I won’t be writing that book, ‘Gaining
               Friends
               Through Telethapy’.”

               Cordelia:   \\Whatever.  I wonder when I can go.\\

               Cordelia:   “Whatever.  Can I go ?”

               Wesley (who is sticking his head around the corner):   “Excuse me.  Can you
               hear me
               thinking in here?  I can go out into the hall...”

               Buffy:   “You know what, you stay.  I’m getting a headache.”

               Buffy exits.  Fade to Buffy walking down the crowded hallway.  She hears
               numerous
               thoughts that start to all run together:

               \\She is soo hot!

               I hate my body.

               No one is ever gonna love me.