Buffy the Vampire Slayer Page #16

Merrick and Buffy are playing. Merrick tees off, shoots

horribly.

BUFFY:

(as announcer)

Ooh, another embarrassment for the

teabag, while the chosen one is

still well under par.

MERRICK:

Your turn.

Buffy positions herself.

BUFFY:

What about bats? Do they turn into

bats?

MERRICK:

No. No bats, no flying. They...

float, occasionally. Not really

flying.

BUFFY:

Toasty. Were there ever any, like,

famous vampires?

MERRICK:

Oh, several. Lucretia Borgia, Joseph

Mengele, Franklin Pangborn... are

any of those names familiar?

BUFFY:

If I say 'no' does that make me a

bad person?

MERRICK:

Good Lord. What do you study in

history?

BUFFY:

My nails.

She gives a little 'isn't that funny' kind of laugh. He doesn't

respond.

MERRICK:

All right. You've heard of the

emperor Caligula, perhaps? Or Jack

the Ripper?

BUFFY:

They were vampires?

MERRICK:

Same one.

BUFFY:

Oh.

She considers this a moment. Tees off: another hole in one.

CUT TO:

EXT. WAREHOUSE (LATER)

Buffy and Merrick sparring, working their way in between the

"trees." She is his superior in speed and strength, but he

easily trips her up. She glares at him from the ground.

CUT TO:

INT. SCHOOL - DAY

Buffy late again. Gary Murray watches her from the hall,

shaking his head.

CUT TO:

EXT. ROADSIDE - EVENING

Two college-age guys stand hitchhiking. A red convertible

pulls up, with a beautiful blonde behind the wheel. The guys

look at each other -- all right! They can't see her teeth, or

the look in her eye.

CUT TO:

INT. CHURCH - AFTERNOON

Buffy walks in, looks around. She approaches a PRIEST.

BUFFY:

Excuse me...

PRIEST:

Yes, my child? Is something

troubling you?

BUFFY:

Well, sort of.

PRIEST:

Well, maybe I can help.

BUFFY:

Yeah. Um... Could you bless these?

She holds up a six-pack of Perrier.

CUT TO:

INT. LOTHOS' CAVE - NIGHT

We see the entire cave, the still pool of blood, the torches

lit. At the far end sits Lothos. In his arms is the body of

a dead girl. Blood stains her neck and yet the image is poetic,

reminiscent of Michelangelo's "Pieta". They are both perfectly

still, her draped across his lap, he with his eyes far far

away. The silence holds.

Lothos belches massively.

CUT TO:

INT. WAREHOUSE - NIGHT

Merrick is lecturing Buffy. Buffy is sitting, doodling in an

open notebook, "uh-huh"ing and obviously not paying attention.

MERRICK:

... Lothos was probably born in the

eleventh or twelfth century; he's

been difficult to trace. His power

has increased with age. It will be

a long while before you are ready

to face him. We'll be lucky if we

can get him to leave the area, to

lie low for awhile. That will

scatter the rest of them. Lothos

is...

He looks at Buffy, who is staring down at her notebook.

MERRICK:

(continuing)

... is extremely powerful, but he

is still a vampire, and vulnerable

to the same...

He looks at her. Is she listening?

MERRICK:

(continuing)

Daylight is still his enemy. The

stake can still find his heart.

Is she?

MERRICK:

(continuing)

I have huge antlers growing out of

my buttocks.

Nope. No reaction, just another "Uh-huh."

ANGLE - BUFFY'S NOTEBOOK

Merrick slams a stake right through the middle of it. Buffy

screams, jumps back a good two feet and lands on her butt.

BUFFY:

(angry)

What!?!

MERRICK:

Try to pay attention.

CUT TO:

INT. WAREHOUSE - LATE LATE NIGHT

Merrick talking. Buffy drinking coffee, trying hard to stay

awake. Listening.

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