The Party
ACT THREE
INT. JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL – NIGHT
(BUFFY
& SPIKE are kissing passionately. Eventually BUFFY pulls away, a look
of shock on her face)
BUFFY
What…?
What are we doing?
SPIKE
(SMIRKING
SLIGHTLY AS HE LEANS FORWARD TO KISS HER AGAIN)
Kissing
luv.
BUFFY
(STOPPING
HIM)
NO.
No this is wrong. We can’t do this.
SPIKE
(CONFUSED)
Why
not?
BUFFY
You
know why not. I gave you a long list of reasons last week.
SPIKE
Yeah
but… that was last week.
(He
leans in to kiss her again, but she jumps up and moves and moves across the
room away from him)
BUFFY
Spike
no. I told you. I can’t handle this right now.
(SPIKE
sighs as he moves closer to her. BUFFY moves away until she’s backed against
the door. SPIKE continues to move forward until BUFFY is trapped between him
and the door. He rests his arms either side of her)
SPIKE
Buffy.
Stop thinking about everyone else for once and just do what you want to do.
(For
a moment BUFFY looks as though she’ll give in, but then shakes her head)
BUFFY
No.
Please try to understand.
(SPIKE
closes his eyes and takes a deep, unnecessary breath, before backing away)
SPIKE
(GENTLY)
OK.
(They
look at each other for a long moment before SPIKE continues)
Why
don’t you try your friends again?
(JOYCE,
GILES, WILLOW & TARA are in the kitchen. DAWN enters from the dining room)
Hi
sweetie. Was that your dad on the phone?
Uh,
no. It was Angel.
WILLOW
Angel?
Is something wrong? Does he need to speak to Buffy?
Actually
he wanted to wish me happy birthday.
Angel?
I
think it was Cordy’s idea. She’s got him doing all sorts of things to him
less mopey. Seems to be working. He laughed at one of my jokes.
(GILES,
JOYCE & WILLOW all share a look of surprise)
(CONT’D)
Still,
I asked him if he had received any suspicious large boxes recently, and he
told me that Drusilla had arrived a couple of days ago and was currently locked
away in one of the bedrooms. That’s when he and Cor started arguing, and he
had to hang up.
GILES
Well
I don’t imagine Cordelia is very pleased at having Drusilla around. Hopefully
Angel will know what to do with her.
(The
phone rings again and Dawn jumps t answer it)
Hello…
Buffy? Where are you? … Are you ok? … OK … Yeah, they’ll be there soon … It’s
ok … Is Spike alright? … Good … Of course I care about you too, geez … Yeah,
ok … Bye.
(Everyone’s
attention is fixed on DAWN as she hangs up)
(CONT’D)
Buffy
and Spike are stuck at my school. She wants you to go get them.
(BUFFY
is sitting on a desk in a classroom, while SPIKE looks at the books on one
of the shelves. He picks one up and starts to read)
(SCORNFULLY)
Don’t
even try to tell me you read poetry.
Why
wouldn’t I? Just because you yourself have no appreciation for culture and
a frightening lack of knowledge about even the simplest things, doesn’t mean
we all do.
For
your information, I’m taking a poetry class at college, which I love more
than anything I’ve done before. And Mr. Culture, I got 1430 on my S.A.T’s.
It’s not my fault I don’t have time to…
Is
that your answer to everything? I don’t have time. My friends wouldn’t like
it. I’m only a poor lonely vampire Slayer, men don’t understand me. For God’s
sake…
How
dare you…?
SPIKE
I
dare because I’m the only person that knows the real you. Stop worrying about
your friends’ opinions, stop pushing people away when they want to help, stop
denying yourself love.
(ANGRILY)
Oh
we’re back to that. I’m surprised someone so intelligent and cultured would
want such a hopeless case as me.
(There’s
a silence as SPIKE calms down before he answers her, gently)
“If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except
for love’s sake only. Do not say
‘I
love her for her smile… her look… her way
Of
speaking gently, … for a trick of thought
That
falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A
sense of pleasant ease on such a day’ –
For
these things in themselves beloved, may
Be
changed, or change for thee, - and love, so wrought,
May
be unwrought so. Neither love me for
Thine
own dear pity’s wiping my cheeks dry, -
A
creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy
comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
But
love me for love’s sake, that evermore
Thou
mayst love on through love’s eternity.”
(BUFFY
stares in shock, deeply touched and even more confused)
(CONT’D)
Buffy,
I don’t love you because you’re beautiful and kind and witty. I don’t love
you because you’re strong and care so passionately about other people. I don’t
love you because of the blend of light and dark that exists within you. I
don’t love you because of the way you fight or the way you protect your friends
when they fight. I don’t love you because you see the best in people. I don’t
love you because you keep giving me second chances. I don’t love you because
of the music of your laugh, or the sunshine of your smile. I don’t love you
for the way you dress, or the music you listen to, or your friends, or your
family or your daft toy pig. I just love you. No reason. Nothing holding me
back, nothing pushing me on. Just love. That will never change.
(BUFFY’S
face shows confusion, but there’s also acceptance now. She accepts him and
his love. She accepts her own feelings. Slowly she stands and moves towards
him. He stays still, watching her intently. She stops in front of him, raises
her arms and pulls his head down to hers, catching his lips with her own)
(WILLOW,
TARA, ANYA & XANDER are all standing outside the school, discussing how
to get in)
Why
didn’t she just break down a door?
She
said she didn’t want to cause any more damage to school property. You know,
after blowing up the high school.
(XANDER
nods understandingly)
Why
don’t they just wait ‘til morning when someone opens the school?
It’s
Dawn’s birthday. Buffy wants to be there this year. Especially this year as
it’s
The
first one Dawn’s actually had?
(No-one
answers, but they all look a little uncomfortable)
And
Spike can’t exactly come out in the daytime can he? He’d be dust.
OK,
that’s one for leaving them until morning. I second. An? Will?
Xander!
We are getting them out now. We’ll try and find a way of opening the doors
without breaking anything.
(WILLOW
& TARA move ahead to the main entrance; XANDER & ANYA follow reluctantly)
Why
don’t we just pick the lock? I know you can do it. I’ve seen it in movies.
D,
d, do you know how to pick locks?
ANYA
No,
but one of you must. Xander? Willow?
(CONT’D)
I
don’t believe this. What is the point of being a member of a Super-hero’s
gang, if no-one knows how to pick locks?
(WILLOW
& TARA roll their eyes at each other and go back to what they were doing,
as XANDER turns to ANYA)
XANDER
Super-hero?
You know I’ve never thought about it like that. (Pause) That’s cool!
WILLOW
Guys,
concentrate. Buffy needs us.
INT.
JUNIOR HIGH CLASSROOM – NIGHT
(BUFFY
in no way needs help from any of the Scoobies. She and SPIKE are far too wrapped
up in each other to pay any attention to anything else. BUFFY is leaning back
over the teacher’s desk, with her legs around SPIKE’S waist. Her coat had
been removed and the thin straps of her dress have been pushed off her shoulders.
SPIKE has also removed his duster and black t-shirt and is kissing Buffy’s
neck and throat. The Slayer’s head is thrown back, her eyes wide with pleasure.
SPIKE moves back to her mouth and they kiss as he starts pushing the skirt
of her dress up and her hands fly to his belt)
BLACK
OUT