Story by: Joss Whedon
Teleplay by: David Greenwalt
Directed by: Bruce Seth Green
Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson for Psyche's Transcripts
Copyright © 1997 Alexander Thompson
Disclaimer
I do not own the characters in this story, nor do I own any rights to the television show "Buffy the Vampire Slayer". They were created by Joss Whedon and belong to him, Mutant Enemy, Sandollar Television, Kuzui Enterprises, 20th Century Fox Television and the WB Television Network.
This is not a novelization or a script. It is a straightforward and dry transcript of the episode "Nightmares". It also includes descriptions of the settings, action scenes and camera movements where I felt they were needed.
I made every effort to accurately transcribe the dialogue from this episode. If you notice anything that is transcribed incorrectly, please let me know and I will post an update. rev 98.10.08 This episode was originally broadcast on May 12, 1997.
Teaser
In every generation there is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer.
The Master's lair. The camera pans through the chamber and over to the entrance, where Buffy is quietly making her way in, stake in hand. She stops and takes a look around. Slowly she makes her way down to the floor below. She raises the stake to be ready. The camera moves behind a pillar where the Master is hiding. Buffy continues into the lair. She spins around and raises the stake when she senses the Master behind her. He hisses loudly. Buffy freezes with fear and drops the stake. She slowly retreats as the Master advances on her. When she can't retreat any further she watches as the Master reaches out with his hand and clasps it around her neck. She looks up at him as he closes in for the bite.
Buffy: NO! NO!
Cut to her room. She's having a nightmare. Her mother is sitting on the edge of her bed trying to shake her awake.
Buffy: No...
Joyce: Yes.
Buffy wakes suddenly with her eyes open wide.
Joyce: It's time to get up for school.
Buffy: Mom?
Joyce: Are you alright?
Buffy: No. Uh, yeah! Yeah! I'm, I'm fine! Oh... (sits up) School! Great. (gets out of bed)
Joyce: You wanna go to school? (stands up)
Buffy: Sure! Why not?
Joyce: Okay. (opens the blinds) Good day to buy that lottery ticket. I spoke with your father.
Buffy: He's coming, right?
Joyce: You're on for this weekend.
Buffy: Good.
Cut to Sunnydale High.
Willow: So, do you see your dad a lot?
Buffy: Not a whole lot.
Cut to the halls. Willow and Buffy walk as they talk.
Buffy: He's still in L.A. He, like, comes down for weekends sometimes.
Willow: When did they get divorced?
Buffy: Well, it wasn't finalized till last year, but they were separated before that.
Willow: Musta been harsh.
They reach Buffy's locker.
Buffy: Yeah, that's the word you're looking for. (works the combination) I-I mean, they were really good about it around me, anyway, but still...
Willow: My parents don't even bicker. Sometimes they glare. Do you know why your folks split up?
Buffy: (opens her locker) I didn't ask. They just stopped getting along. I'm sure I was a really big help, though, with all the slaying and everything. I was in so much trouble. I was a big mess.
Willow: Well, I'm sure that didn't have anything to do with him leaving.
Buffy: No. (closes her locker)
Willow: And he still comes down on weekends.
Buffy: Sometimes.
Cut to class. Cordelia is checking her makeup in her mirror. Wendell comes over and stops to look at his paper in the light.
Cordelia: Hello? Doofus! (Wendell looks at her) You're in my light.
Xander: Wendell, what is wrong with you? Don't you know that she is the center of the universe, and the rest of us merely revolve around her?
Cordelia: Why don't you revolve yourselves out of my light?
The bell rings. Wendell and Xander go to their seats. Willow and Buffy come in.
Xander: (to the girls) Uh, Wendell was in Cordelia's light.
Wendell: I'm so ashamed.
Willow: Why is she so Evita-like?
Buffy: I think it's the hair.
Willow: (smiles) It weighs heavy on the cerebral cortex.
Xander: Hey, guys, was there any homework?
Willow: We're doing active listening today.
Xander: Cool! What's active listening?
Willow: That would be the homework. (they sit)
Buffy: Chapter five? Active listening? (shows her book) Where you put on your big ears and really focus on the other person?
Wendell: Ms. Tishler demonstrated it yesterday.
Willow: With you!
Buffy: She was wearing that tight sweater?
Xander: Oh, the midnight blue angora! See, I was listening.
Willow gives him a look.
Ms. Tishler: Alright, take your seats. In a moment we will choose partners and practice what we read about in chapter five.
Xander cups his ears with his hands while smiling and shaking his head around.
Ms. Tishler: Good, Xander, that's the spirit!
Willow and Buffy give each other amused looks.
Ms. Tishler: Before we do, let's review. Isaacson's research led him to conclude that one of our most fundamental needs after food and shelter is to be heard.
Buffy drops her pencil and bends down to pick it up.
Ms. Tishler: Wendell, would you read the first two paragraphs on page seventy-eight...
As Buffy sits back up she sees Billy, a young boy, standing at the door looking in at her.
Ms. Tishler: ...where Isaacson describes the rapid improvement active listening brought to some special needs clients.
Wendell opens his book. He screams and drops it on his desk when there are suddenly a bunch of tarantulas crawling out of it. Ms. Tishler and the students closest to him scream and quickly get out of their chairs and away from him. The tarantulas crawl all over Wendell.
Wendell: Please! Get 'em off of me! Help! Help! Get 'em off of me! Help me! Oh, please help me! Please!
Billy: Sorry about that.
Wendell: Please help me!
Opening credits roll. Buffy's theme plays.
Act One
The Master's lair. Collin is sitting, listening to the Master.
Master: Fear is a wonderful thing. It is *the* most powerful force in the human world. (crouches to face Collin) Not love, not hate... Fear! When you were a mortal boy, what did you fear?
Collin: Monsters.
Master: Ooo. (gets up) We are *defined* by the things we fear. (goes to the large cross) This symbol, these two planks of wood, it confounds me. Suffuses me with mortal dread. But fear is in the mind. (puts his hand on the cross and holds on while it burns) Like pain. It can be controlled. (lets go) If I can face my fear, it cannot master me. (looks up) Something is happening above. Something new, powerful, psychic force. Do you feel it?
Collin: I feel change.
Master: Change. Yes. For the worse.
The camera pans up above the cross and through the ground to the school. Joyce arrives to drop Buffy off.
Joyce: You're awfully quiet this morning. Buffy: I didn't sleep well. Joyce: I'll say. I came in to check on you twice. You were yelling in your sleep. Do you know what you were dreaming?
Buffy: (shakes her head) Not really. Oh, no, my bag! I-I packed it for the weekend and I forgot it!
Joyce: You and your dad can swing by the house and get your bag. It's not an international crisis.
Buffy: Okay. Yeah, I just, uh, had meant to bring it. H-he's picking me up here, right? A-at 3:30?
Joyce: Honey, a-are you worried your father isn't gonna show?
Buffy: No! N-not really. Should I be?
Joyce: Well, of course, not! I-I-I just, I-I know it's a hard situation. You just have to remember that your father adores you. No more than I do, by the way.
Buffy: (smiles) Goodbye.
Joyce: Have a great day.
Buffy: Thanks. (gets out)
Cut to the halls. Buffy comes around the corner and is met by Willow and Xander.
Willow: Oh, Buffy, we've been looking for you.
Xander: We have?
Willow: Oh, about the spiders, did you talk to Giles about...
Xander: Oh, the spiders! Willow's been kind of, um, what's the word I'm looking for? Insane about what happened yesterday.
Willow: I don't like spiders, okay? Their furry bodies, and their sticky webs, and what do they need all those legs for anyway? I'll tell you: for crawling across your face in the middle of the night. Ewww! How do they not ruffle you?
Xander: I'm sorry! I'm unruffled by spiders. Now, if a bunch of Nazis crawled all over my face...
Buffy: Mm, it was pretty intense.
Willow: Thank you.
Xander: Well, the Hellmouth, the center of mystical convergence, supernatural monsters: been there.
Buffy: Little blase' there, aren't you?
Xander: I'm not worried. If there's something bad out there we'll find, you'll slay, we'll party!
Buffy: Thanks for having confidence in me.
They enter the library. Cut inside.
Xander: You da man, Buff!
Willow: Okay, but we're still caring about the spiders here. Let's not forget the spiders.
Buffy: Well, Giles said he was gonna look it up. Giles?
Willow: Maybe he's in the faculty room.
Giles comes out of the stacks and looks around bewildered.
Buffy: Hey, Giles! Wakey, wakey!
Giles: I was, uh, in the stacks. I got lost.
Xander: Did you find any theories on spiders coming out of books?
He reaches around Willow's shoulder with his arm while wiggling his fingers.
Xander: Big, hairy, crawly...
Willow is startled. She twists around and hits Xander.
Xander: (to Willow) It's funny if you're me.
Giles: (mildly confused) I couldn't find anything, uh... particularly illuminating. Um, I think perhaps you'd best have a chat with Wendell himself.
Buffy: Okay. If he can still talk.
She gives Giles an odd look. They start out of the library. Giles looks back into the stacks, still confused. Cut outside. Wendell is sitting on a bench. The team approaches him.
Buffy: Hey, Wendell. How are you?
Wendell: (looks up) Huh?
Buffy: You okay?
Xander: Good talking to ya, man.
He pats Wendell on the back and starts to leave, but Buffy pulls him back.
Wendell: Do you guys want something?
Buffy: We just thought you might wanna talk about what happened.
Willow: You know, yesterday? With the spiders?
Wendell: I don't know what to say about that.
Xander: There's nothing *to* say. You saw two hundred insects, you Gonzoed, anybody would have.
Wendell: They're not insects. They're arachnids.
Xander: They're from the Middle East?
Wendell: Spiders are arachnids. They have eight legs. Insects only have six. Why does everyone make that mistake?
Buffy: Don't know. Has anything like this ever happened before?
Wendell nods his head 'yes'.
Buffy: When?
Wendell: Lots of times.
Willow: Ew! You must hate spiders more than I do.
Wendell: (smiles and laughs) I don't hate spiders. I love 'em. They hate me.
Cordelia walks by behind Wendell and turns to Buffy.
Cordelia: I hope you studied for the history test.
Buffy: What history test?
Cordelia: The one we're having in fourth period right now.
Buffy: There's a history test? Nobody told me there was a history test! I haven't... I... Okay, I will catch up with you guys later. (runs off)
Willow: (sits) What do you mean, you love spiders?
Xander: It is platonic, right? (chuckles)
Wendell: I had the best collection in the tri-county area. Browns and tarantulas and black widows... Then my folks shipped me off to wilderness camp. All my brother had to do was maintain their habitats. Instead he left their heat lamp on for a week. When I came home they were all dead. That's when the nightmares started.
Willow: The nightmares?
Wendell: It's always the same. I'm sitting in the classroom, teacher asks me to read something, I open up my book and then there they are. They're comin' after me. God, can you blame them after what I did?
Xander: And that's how it happens? Every time?
Wendell: Yesterday in class I thought I'd just nodded off again. But then everyone else started screaming, too.
Cut to the hall. Buffy is looking for her history class. Cordelia is waiting by the door, holding it open.
Cordelia: You don't know where class is, do you?
Buffy: Uh...
Cordelia: Hardly a shocker. You've cut history just about every time we've had it.
Buffy: Well, I was there the first day. I think.
Cordelia: It's in here.
Buffy: I haven't been to class, I haven't read any of the assignments, how am I gonna pass this test?
Cordelia: Blind luck?
Cut into the classroom. Buffy is sitting and looking around at the other students. The teacher walks by. She looks over at Cordelia, who apparently isn't having any problems with the test. Cordelia turns the page, looks back at Buffy and goes back to taking the test. The teacher comes by again and stops to glance at Buffy's work. He continues, apparently satisfied. Buffy flips through the short answer test. All the pages are still blank. She glances up at the clock. 11:20. She looks at the space for her name.
Buffy: Well, at least I know my name.
She starts to write, but her pencil breaks. She lets out an exasperated breath. She grabs her sharpener and sharpens her pencil. She looks back up at the clock, and it's now 12:10 already. She stares at it in disbelief. She looks around at everyone. The teacher is watching her intently and tapping his pencil. She looks back down at her test and the bell rings. All around her the students get up and begin turning their tests in as she just sits and watches. Billy appears at the door and looks in. Buffy sees him there with a sad look on his face. He walks off down the hall. The classroom is empty now, and Buffy is sitting at her desk alone. Cut to the hall. Billy is walking along and comes upon two girls talking as they come down the stairs.
Laura: Well, they both got detention, which is completely unfair since Sean started it. Anyway, it means we can't do the movie.
The other girl looks disappointed as they stop in front of the basement door.
Laura: I'm gonna take a (makes a smoking gesture) break.
Her friend leaves. She looks around to see if anyone's watching, opens the door and goes in.
Billy: (to himself) You shouldn't go in there. (shakes his head)
Cut inside the basement to a shot of the stairs. Laura comes in and closes the door behind her. The basement area is dark. She comes down the steps and looks around. Satisfied that no one's there she puts down her books and gets out her pack of smokes. Cut to a shot of her from behind a rack. She has her pack and pulls out a cigarette. The Ugly Man behind the rack watches her as she lights up. He comes into the weak light. His face is badly scarred.
Ugly Man: Lucky nineteen!
He attacks Laura. She screams. He begins to whale on her with his huge deformed club arm as she screams and tries to roll out of the way of his blows.
Act Two
The hospital. Cut to a hall. Buffy and Giles look for Laura's room.
Buffy: I think they said room 3016.
Giles: Do you know the girl?
Buffy: To say hi to. Laura's nice enough. Nobody saw who attacked her?
Giles: Well, I was rather hoping that Laura did.
Cut inside Laura's room. She has cuts and bruises all over. Buffy and Giles come in. She sees them and looks up at Buffy.
Buffy: Hey, Laura.
Laura: Hi.
Giles: I hope we're not intruding, um...
He holds out a small potted flower arrangement. Buffy takes it from him and sets it next to the bed.
Laura: That's okay. I don't wanna be left alone.
Giles: You understand we're anxious to make sure this, this doesn't happen again.
Buffy: (sits) Can you tell us what happened?
Laura: I was in the basement. I went down for a smoke. There was... someone there.
Buffy: Someone you knew?
Laura: I've never... seen anything like it.
Buffy: (exchanges a look with Giles) It?
Giles: Can you describe it?
Laura is having trouble talking about it and can't answer.
Buffy: Hey, that's okay. Don't worry about it.
Giles: Yes, you, you, you just rest now.
Buffy: You know, but...
Nurse: (comes in) Hi, Laura.
Buffy: ...i-if you remember anything? You can tell us. Even if it may seem weird.
Nurse: She needs her rest now.
Giles and Buffy start to go.
Laura: 'Lucky nineteen.'
Buffy and Giles stop and turn around.
Giles: I'm sorry?
Laura: It's what he said, right before... He said 'lucky nineteen'. That's weird, right?
Giles: Yes. Yes, it is.
Buffy: Feel better. (smiles)
Giles: Take care.
They leave the room. Cut to the hall. Giles sees her doctor there.
Giles: Doctor, is she gonna be alright?
Doctor: You family?
Buffy: Friends.
Doctor: She'll recover. She's got a couple of shattered bones, a little internal bleeding... she got off pretty easy.
Buffy: Easy?
Giles: Have you looked up the word lately?
Doctor: Well, the first one's still in a coma. (stops at another room)
Buffy: First what?
Doctor: First victim. (looks into the room) They found him a week ago. Exact same M.O. as the girl, only he's in worse shape. If he doesn't wake up soon... Somebody's gotta stop this guy.
Buffy: Somebody will.
Cut to the school.
Punk: Listen, I'm not afraid of him.
Cut to the hall.
Punk: Hey, if he wants to fight, then I'm takin' him down. I'm not backin' off on this. This is about honor. I'll break his neck!
Cut to Willow and Xander coming down the hall to her locker.
Willow: I'm just saying, Wendell had a dream and then that exact thing happened.
Xander: Which is a fair wiggins, I admit, but do you think that ties in with Laura?
Willow: I dunno. Maybe she dreamed about getting beat up. We should ask Buffy when she gets back from the hospital.
The punk's mother suddenly appears in the hall. Xander sees the encounter and grins.
Mother: Oh, there's my little baby!
Punk: Mom, what are you doing here? Mom...
Mother: (laughs and kisses) How's my little pookie?
Punk: Mom, mom, please don't kiss me in front of the guys! It's embarrassing, mom! Please!
Mother: (laughs) You cute little rascal, you!
Punk: Mom... Thanks, but mom, please, my friends are right here...
Willow closes her locker. They head to their next class.
Xander: It could be a coincidence. Y'know, Wendell finds a spider's nest, and we all wig because he dreamt about spiders. So it may not be connected.
They enter the classroom. The students see Xander come in and start to laugh.
Xander: If there is a connection it doesn't sound like anything... What?
Willow is confused, and looks behind her at Xander. His clothes are gone, and he's standing there in his underwear.
Willow: Xander! What happened to your...?!
Xander: I-I-I dunno! I was, uh, dressed a minute ago! It's a dream. It's gotta be a dream. (pinches himself) Ow! Wake up. (pinches himself again) Ow! Gotta wake up.
He realizes he's not dreaming and runs from the room screaming. Willow chases after him. Cut to the library. Giles is going over a number of newspapers.
Giles: This can't be happening. This can't be...
Buffy comes into the library.
Buffy: What's the word?
Giles: Oh, uh, I've got back issues of the, uh, papers, um, to try to do some research.
Buffy: Did you find anything?
Giles: I don't know.
Buffy: You don't know if you didn't find anything.
Giles: I'm having a problem.
Buffy: What is it?
Giles: I-I can't read!
Buffy: What do you mean? You can read, like, three languages.
Giles: Five, actually, on a normal day. Th-the words here don't make any s-sense. I-it's gibberish! (steps away in frustration)
Buffy: (looks at the paper) That's him.
Giles: Who?
Buffy: The kid I've been seeing around school. (reads) 'Twelve-year-old Billy Palmer was found beaten and unconscious after his kiddie league game Saturday. Doctors describe his condition as critical.' When was this published? (looks at the date) Last week. It says he's in a coma in intensive care. This is the boy from the hospital!
Giles: The first victim? Uh... You, you've seen him around the school?
Buffy: Yeah, first when the spiders got Wendell, and, and then when I didn't know a thing on the history test. I thought it was weird seeing this kid around, but I forgot about it.
Giles: Uh, the boy's been in a coma for a week. How can this be possible?
Buffy: What, am I knowledge girl now? Explanations are your terrain.
Giles: Uh, well, um, there's astral projection, uh, the theory that while one sleeps one has another body, a-an astral body, which can travel through time and space.
Buffy: Billy's in a coma. That's like sleep, right?
Giles: In a manner of speaking, a-a-although one doesn't always awake from a coma.
Buffy: Could I be seeing Billy's asteroid body?
Giles: Astral body, and I-I don't know. As usual, one doesn't have an inordinate amount of information to work with.
Buffy: Lucky nineteen.
Her father, Hank Summers, enters the library.
Hank: There you are! I've been looking everywhere. Why aren't you in class?
Buffy: Dad, what are you doing here? Y-you're not supposed to pick me up till after school. Is something wrong?
Hank: Well, I, I need to talk to you.
Buffy: Something *is* wrong. Is it mom?
Hank: No, no, it's not your mother, she's fine. (quieter) Could I speak with you for a moment? Privately?
Buffy: Um, sure! Yeah. (looks at Giles) Uh, oh! I'm sorry. Dad, this is Mr. Giles, the librarian. Uh, this is my dad, Hank Summers.
Giles: My pleasure. (shakes his hand)
Hank: Likewise.
Buffy: I'll be back.
She and her father leave the library. Giles tries reading the papers again. Cut outside. Buffy and her dad walk as they talk.
Hank: I came early because there's something I've needed to tell you. About your mother and me. Why we split up.
Buffy: Well, you always told me it was because...
Hank: Uh, I know we always said it was because we'd just grown too far apart.
Buffy: Yeah, isn't that true?
Hank: Well, c'mon, honey, let's, let's sit down. (they sit) (exhales) You're old enough now to know the truth.
Buffy: Is there someone else?
Hank: No. No, it was nothing like that.
Buffy: Then what was it?
Hank: It was you.
Buffy: Me?
Hank: Having you. Raising you. Seeing you everyday. I mean, do you have any idea what that's like?
Buffy: What?
Hank: Gosh, you don't even see what's right in front of your face, do you? Well, big surprise there, all you ever think about is yourself. You get in trouble. You embarrass us with all the crazy stunts you pull, and do I have to go on?
Buffy: No. Please don't.
Hank: You're sullen and... rude and... you're not nearly as bright as I thought you were going to be... Hey, Buffy, let's be honest. Could you stand to live in the same house with a daughter like that?
Buffy: Why are you saying all these things? (a tear rolls down her cheek)
Hank: Because they're true. I think that's the least we owe one another.
She begins to sniff and cry.
Hank: You know, I don't think it's very mature, getting blubbery when I'm just trying to be honest. Speaking of which, I don't really get anything out of these weekends with you. So, what do you say we just don't do them anymore?
She stares at him in shock. He pats her on the leg.
Hank: I sure thought you'd turn out differently.
He gets up and leaves. Buffy can't do anything but watch him go for a moment, and then look down. He walks past the building, and Billy is there looking at Buffy. She looks up again and sees him. Billy turns and leaves. Buffy fights back the tears. Cut to the library. Willow and Xander come in. Xander is pulling on his gym shirt.
Xander: Red alert! Where's Buffy?
Giles: Uh, she, she just stepped out. Her, her father came by early. He, he needed to talk to her. W... where are your other clothes?
Xander: Oh, don't I wish I had the answer to *that* question.
Willow: Xander kinda found himself in front of our class not wearing much of anything.
Xander: Except my underwear.
Willow: (laughs) Yeah! It was really... (looks at Xander) ...bad. It was a bad thing.
Xander: 'Bad thing'? I was naked. 'Bad thing' doesn't cover it.
Willow: Everyone staring? I would hate to have everyone paying attention to me like that.
Xander: With nudity! It's a total nightmare.
Willow: (realizes) Well, yeah Xander! I-it's your nightmare!
Xander: Except the part with me waking up goin' 'it's all a dream'. It happened.
Willow: Like it happened to Wendell. That thing with the spiders? Wendell had a recurring dream about that.
Giles: I-I dreamt that I got lost in the stacks and I... I couldn't read... Of course!
Xander: Uh, our dreams are coming true?
Giles: Dreams? That would be a musical comedy version of this. Nightmares, our, our nightmares are coming true.
Willow: So, why is this happening?
Giles: Billy.
Xander: Well, that explanation was shorter than usual. (to Willow) It's Billy! (to Giles) Who's Billy?
Giles: He's a boy in the local hospital. He was beaten. He's in a coma. Somehow I think he's crossed over from the nightmare world he's trapped in.
Xander: And he brought the nightmare world with him. Thanks a bunch, Billy.
Willow: How could he do that?
Giles: Things like that are easy when you live on a Hellmouth.
Xander: Well, um, we have to stop it.
Giles: And soon. Or else everyone in Sunnydale is gonna be facing their own worst nightmares.
Cut to the halls. Cordelia opens her locker and looks at her mirror. Her hair has become totally frizzy, and she freaks out. She tries to force a comb through it to no avail.
Cordelia: I don't understand! This can't be happening! I was just at the salon!
She puts her hands on her head in terror.
Cordelia: Oh, my God!
She tries the hair on the other side of her head, but it's just as bad. Cut outside. Buffy is walking along sadly with her arms crossed. She notices Billy going down some stairs to the gym entrance. When the students have all come out he goes in. Buffy follows him in and finds him sitting on the stands.
Buffy: Billy?
He looks at her a moment. She comes closer.
Buffy: Are you Billy Palmer?
Billy: I'm Billy.
Buffy: Why are you here? (sits down next to him) Did something bad happen to you after your game?
Billy: Something bad? (pulls his hands through his hair) I, I don't remember.
Buffy: Do you remember playing baseball?
Billy: Uh huh. Yeah. I play second base.
Buffy: Are you 'lucky nineteen'?
Billy: (looks at her) That's what he calls me.
Buffy: Who?
Billy: The Ugly Man. He wants to kill me. A-and he hurt that girl.
Buffy: Why does he want to kill you, Billy?
Billy: He's...
Buffy: Billy, it's okay! What? Just tell me.
Billy: He's here!
The Ugly Man clubs Buffy with his deformed arm and knocks her down.