Buffy the Vampire Slayer Page #22

Pike's eyes glaze over slightly as he collapses into Buffy's

arms.

CUT TO:

INT. BOILER ROOM - CLOSEUP ON AMILYN - NIGHT

Thrashing about the room in hysterics, screaming and snarling,

banging his one fist on the boiler tank. It booms hollowly.

Lothos grabs him, throws him up against the wall.

LOTHOS:

What's wrong with you!?!

AMILYN:

My arm! He took my f***ing arm!

LOTHOS:

Shut up! You let him have it!

Lothos lets Amilyn go. Amilyn still fumes, quietly.

LOTHOS:

(continuing)

You reckless imbecile. This place

is ours for the taking and you let

yourself... twelve hundred years

old and you act like a child.

AMILYN:

I had him in my grasp.

LOTHOS:

Cheer up. You may still.

Only Lothos smiles at the joke. Amilyn raises his stump, looks

at it. The tattered end of his jacket covers the grossness of

it, but it still isn't good.

AMILYN:

(forlornly)

I look horrible.

LOTHOS:

The other two -- the new ones.

Where are they?

AMILYN:

I don't know. But the boy, he

couldn't kill them.

LOTHOS:

(thoughtfully)

No... Not a boy...

(gathers himself)

Find out if they're dead. And do

something about that arm. Honestly,

I don't know how you made it through

the Crusades.

He turns toward his chamber.

LOTHOS:

(continuing)

Let me know about our little

recruits. I'll be in my chamber...

On his way through the door he passes a box on an oil drum.

He plucks a large kitten out of it.

LOTHOS:

(continuing)

... having a snack.

CUT TO:

INT. BUFFY'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Buffy and Pike walk in, Pike still a bit unsteady on his feet.

BUFFY:

How are you doing?

PIKE:

Oh, I'm good. I'm good. Kind of

miss my knees, though.

BUFFY:

You want some water or something?

PIKE:

Water. Okay.

They move into the kitchen.

PIKE:

(continuing)

Do you do this kind of thing a lot?

I mean, is this like a hobby?

BUFFY:

Not exactly.

PIKE:

They were vampires, weren't they?

BUFFY:

Yeah.

PIKE:

God! Unbelievable. Vampires.

Buffy hands Pike the water and they move back into the living

room. Pike curls up in an armchair by the window. Buffy begins

stripping off her bloody clothes, leaving on a tank-top and

jeans.

BUFFY:

You had a car full of stuff. Were

you leaving?

PIKE:

Yeah, I was bailing. I have a

friend, and he's really... well,

he's really vampire, I guess. Bad

scene.

BUFFY:

Well, stay here tonight.

PIKE:

Thanks. Tomorrow morning, I'm on a

bus. I'm gone.

BUFFY:

Where are you gonna go?

PIKE:

Well, I've always wanted to see

Oxnard.

As Buffy strips down to her tank top, she notices a gash on

her arm. It's not bleeding much any more, but it's fairly

impressive. Pike jumps up to help as she pats it down with

her shirt.

PIKE:

(continuing)

Hey, jeez are you okay? You need a

hand?

BUFFY:

It's nothing. It doesn't hurt.

Pike looks at her a moment as she wraps her shirt around it.

PIKE:

(almost awed)

Who are you?

Buffy doesn't look up. The questions seems to upset her a

great deal. She even fights back tears.

PIKE:

(continuing)

I'm sorry, I just mean... well you

seemed like such a flake. But, in

a good way! I can just keep talking

till you strike me dead, or...

Buffy smiles at this, though still upset. She sits down.

BUFFY:

Things are kind of confusing.

PIKE:

I'll back that up.

BUFFY:

Three weeks ago all I thought about

was... well, I didn't actually think

about anything. I definitely didn't

expect this.

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