Written by: Ty King

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 "Some Assembly Required". 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 98.09.28

This episode was originally broadcast on September 22, 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 cemetery. Buffy is sitting on top of the gravestone of Stephan Korshak playing with her yo-yo.

Buffy: C'mon, Stephan, rise and shine. Some of us have a ton of trig homework waiting.

The camera cuts to her right and approaches her from behind.

Angel: Hey.

Buffy inhales a quick startled breath and turns around to face her stalker.

Angel: Is this a bad time?

Buffy: Are you crazy? You don't just sneak up on people in a graveyard. You make noise when you walk. You stomp or... yodel.

Angel: I heard you were on the hunt.

Buffy: I'm supposed to be, but... lazy bones here doesn't wanna come out and play.

Angel: When you first wake up it's a little disorienting. He'll show.

Buffy: It's weird to think of you going through that.

Angel: It's weird to go through. So, uh, you're here alone?

Buffy: Yeah! Why?

Angel: I just thought you'd have somebody with you. Xander or someone.

Buffy: Xander.

Angel: Or someone.

Buffy: Nope. (hops down off the gravestone) Why? Are you jealous?

Angel: (chuckles) Of Xander? Please. He's just a kid.

Buffy: Is it 'cause I danced with him?

Angel: 'Danced with' is a pretty loose term. 'Mated with' might be a little closer.

Buffy: Don't you think you're being a little unfair? It was one little dance, which I only did to make you crazy, by the way. Behold my success.

Angel: I am *not* jealous.

Buffy: You're not jealous? What, vampires don't get jealous?

Stephan has come out of the ground, and looks at them from behind his gravestone.

Angel: See? Whenever we fight you always bring up the vampire thing.

Buffy: Well, I didn't come here to fight.

The vampire lunges at her and knocks her into Angel. They fall to the ground, but Buffy quickly gets up.

Buffy: Oh, right, I did.

Stephan throws a few punches which Buffy easily blocks. She punches him in the face several times and kicks him in the jaw, sending him stumbling into a large adjacent gravestone. She looks around frantically.

Buffy: Where's my stake? I-I know I had a stake!

Angel: I didn't see a stake!

The vampire grabs a shovel that was lying by the other gravestone and comes at them again. Angel attacks, but Stephan brings the shovel up and hits him in the side of the face, knocking him onto his back. He leaves Angel lying there and steps toward Buffy. She meets him and jumps over the shovel when Stephan swings it at her legs. He swings it at her again, but she catches it, hits him again and breaks the handle. She spins around with her half and jams the broken handle into his chest. He falls over backward and bursts into ashes as he hits the ground. Angel gets up holding the side of his head.

Buffy: (out of breath) What do you mean he's just a kid? Does that mean I'm just a kid, too?

Angel: Look, obviously I made a mistake coming here tonight. (turns and leaves)

Buffy: Oh, no you don't. You can't just turn and walk away from me like that. (starts following him determinedly) It takes more than that to get rid of me.

She falls into an open grave with an open and empty coffin at the bottom.

Buffy: Oof! Uhhh...

Angel comes over and bends down to look.

Angel: You okay?

Buffy: I'm fine. (sits up and exhales) Gee, I wish people wouldn't leave open graves laying around like this. (stands up slowly)

Angel: So. Another vampire has risen tonight.

She pokes her head out of the grave and looks across the grass.

Buffy: I don't think so. Look at those tracks. Whoever was buried here didn't rise from this grave.

She climbs out of the grave and finds a girl's shoe.

Buffy: She was dragged from it.

Opening credits roll. Buffy's theme plays.

Act One

Sunnydale High School. Cut to the library. Buffy and Xander walk in and see Giles sitting in a chair and talking to another empty chair across from him.

Giles: (clears his throat) W-w-w-what I'm proposing is, um... and I-I don't mean to appear indecorous, is, is, um, a, a-a-a social engagement, um, a, a, a, a-a date, if you're amenable.

Buffy and Xander stop and listen to him. Giles is displeased with himself.

Giles: You idiot!

Buffy: Boy...

Giles is startled and quickly gets up and faces them.

Buffy: I guess we never realized how much you like that chair.

Giles: I-I-I was just working on... (knocks over a few books)

Buffy: Your pickup lines?

Giles: (bends down) Um, in a manner of speaking, yes. (picks up the books)

Buffy: Then if you wouldn't mind a little Gene and Roger, you might wanna leave off the 'idiot' part. Being called an idiot tends to take people out of the dating mood.

Xander: Hmm, it actually kinda turns me on. (looks at Buffy)

Buffy: (to Xander) I fear you. (goes to the table) You also might wanna avoid words like 'amenable' and 'indecorous', y'know. Speak English, not whatever they speak in, um...

Giles: England?

Buffy: Yeah. You just say, 'Hey, I got a thing, you maybe have a thing, maybe we could have a thing.'

Giles: (sarcastically) Oh, thank you, Cyrano.

Buffy: I'm not finished. Then you say, 'How do you feel about Mexican?'

Giles: About Mexicans?

Buffy: Mexican. Food. You take her for food, for which you then pay. (sits at the table)

Giles: Oh. Right.

Xander: So this chair-woman. We are talking Ms. Calendar, right?

Giles: W-what makes you think that?

Xander: (sits) Simple deduction. Ms. Calendar is reasonably dollsome, especially for someone in your age bracket. She already knows that you're a school librarian, so you don't have to worry about how to break that embarrassing news to her.

Buffy: And she's the only woman we've actually ever seen speak to you. Add it all up and it all spells 'duh'.

Xander: Now, is it time to have a talk about the facts of life?

Giles: You know, I'm suddenly deciding this is none of your business. (starts up the stairs)

Xander: Y'know, because that whole stork thing is a smoke screen.

Giles stops and looks back at him. Buffy laughs to herself.

Giles: So, um, how did things go last night? Did Mr. Korshak show up on schedule?

Buffy: More or less. Angel and I took care of him.

Xander: Angel.

Buffy: (gives Xander a look) There's something else, though. We found an empty grave.

Giles: Another vampire?

Buffy: No. No, this one was dug up and the body was taken out.

Giles: Grave robbing? That's new. Interesting. (comes back down to the table)

Buffy: I *know* you meant to say gross and disturbing.

Giles: Yes, yes, yes of course. Uh, terrible thing. Must, must put a stop to it. Damn it.

Xander: So. Why does someone want to dig up graves?

Giles: Well, I'll, uh, collect some theories. Uh, it would help if we knew who the body belonged to.

Buffy: Meredith Todd. Ring a bell?

Xander: No.

Buffy: She died recently. She was our age.

Xander: Drawin' a blank.

Giles: Why don't we ask Willow to, uh, fire (indicates the PC) this thing up and, uh, track Meredith down?

Cut to the halls. Sign-ups for the science fair are going on. Willow is writing in her entry. Eric comes up to her with a camera and points it at her.

Eric: Smile! (takes her picture)

Willow: Hey!

He turns around and sees another girl.

Eric: Oh, look at those legs! (goes to take her picture)

Willow: No, thank you.

Chris comes up behind Willow.

Chris: Eric, will you knock it off?

Eric looks at him, upset to have his fun spoiled.

Willow: (smiles) Hey, Chris!

Chris: Hey.

He picks up a sign-up sheet. She watches what he's writing. He looks up at her.

Willow: Oh, I, I was just wondering what you were gonna do this year.

Chris: Why?

Willow: 'Cause every year you win and I place second, so I just thought I'd see what I'm up against.

Chris: You know what the key is? If Dr. Clark doesn't understand your experiment he gives you higher marks so it looks like he understands your experiment. (reads Willow's entry) 'The Effects of Sub-Violet Light Spectrum Deprivation on the Development of Fruit Flies'? (smirks) That should do the trick.

Cordelia: (shows up and signs up) Okay, I'm doing this under protest. It is not fair that they're making participation in this year's science fair mandatory. I don't think anyone should have to do anything educational in school if they don't want to.

Willow: (reads) 'The Tomato: Fruit or Vegetable'?

Cordelia: I wanted to do something I could finish in a weekend, alright?

Eric flashes a picture of Cordelia.

Cordelia: Stop it! What are you doing? (Eric takes another picture) We are under florescent light, for God's sake.

Eric: The camera loves you!

Cordelia: I didn't think yearbook nerds came out of hibernation till spring.

Eric: (snaps another picture) It's for my private collection. (winks)

Chris: Eric! Will you quit it?

Buffy: Comin' through. Sorry. (Eric takes her picture) Uh, sorry to interrupt, Willow, but it's the Bat Signal.

Willow: Okay, sure. See you later, Chris. Thanks for the tip.

Chris: Okay.

Cordelia watches them go. Eric raises his eyebrows at her.

Cordelia: (disgusted) Uhhh! (leaves)

Eric: Cordelia's so fine. Y'know, she'd be just perfect for us.

Chris: Don't be an idiot. She's alive.

Cut to the library. Willow sits down in front of the PC.

Willow: This shouldn't take long. I'm probably the only girl in school who has the coroner's office bookmarked as a favorite place.

Cordelia: (coming in) Hi. Sorry to interrupt your little undead playgroup, but I need to ask Willow if she'll help me with my science fair project.

Willow: It's a fruit.

Cordelia: I would've asked Chris to help me, but then that would've brought back too many memories of Daryl.

Willow: I found it! Meredith Todd died in a car accident last week.

Cordelia: Of course I have learned to deal with my pain.

Buffy: How was her neck?

Willow: Fine, except for being broken.

Giles comes out of his office.

Cordelia: Hello! Can we deal with my pain, please?

Giles: There, there.

He pats her on the shoulder and continues up into the stacks.

Willow: It says that Meredith and two other girls in the car were killed instantly. They were all on the Fondren High Pep Squad, on the way to a game.

Buffy: You know what this means.

Xander: That Fondren might actually beat Sunnydale in the cross-town body count competition this year?

Buffy: She wasn't killed by vampires. Somebody did dig up her corpse.

Cordelia: Eww! Why is it that every conversation you people have has the word 'corpse' in it?

Xander: Okay, so we got a body snatcher. What does that mean?

Giles: Uh, h-here's what I've come up with. Demons who eat the flesh of the dead to absorb their souls. Or, i-i-it could obviously be a, a voodoo practitioner.

Willow: You mean making a zombie?

Giles: Uh, zombies, more likely. For most traditional purposes a voodoo priest would require more than one.

Buffy: So, we should see if the other girls from the accident are AWOL, too. Maybe we can figure out what this creep has in mind if we know whether or not he's dealing in volume.

Xander: So, we dig up some graves tonight?

Willow: Oh, boy! A field trip! Are you gonna call Angel?

Buffy: I don't think so.

Xander: Yeah, why bother him, huh?

Buffy: Angel and I have been, um... Never mind. As far as Angel's concerned, I'm taking the night off, okay?

Xander: So, we're set then. Say, nineish? BYO shovel?

Willow: And I'll pack some food. Who else likes those little powdered doughnuts?

Xander: Me.

Willow: Cordelia?

Cordelia: Darn, I have cheerleader practice tonight. Boy, I wish I knew we were gonna be digging up dead people sooner. I would've canceled.

Xander: Alright, but if you come across the army of zombies, can you page us before they eat your flesh?

Cordelia huffs and leaves the library.

Giles: Xander?

Xander: Huh?

Giles: Zombies don't eat the flesh of the living.

Xander: Yeah, I knew that. But did you see the look on her face?

Cut to the cemetery that night. Giles and Xander are digging while Buffy and Willow relax and watch.

Buffy: I couldn't believe Angel. He was acting all jealous, and he wouldn't even admit it.

Willow: Jealous of what?

Buffy: Of Xander.

Willow: Because you did that sexy dance with him?

Buffy: Am I ever gonna live that down?

Willow: No. (munches a doughnut)

Buffy: Anyway, he was being totally irrational.

Willow: Love makes you do the wacky.

Buffy: That's the truth.

Xander: Y'know, this might go a lot faster if you femmes actually picked up a shovel, too.

Giles: Here, here.

Buffy: Sorry, but I'm an old-fashioned gal. I was raised to believe that men dig up the corpses and the women have the babies. (to Willow) So, speaking of the wacky, what was Cordelia's whole riff about painful memories? Who's Daryl?

Willow: Daryl Epps. Chris' older brother. He was a big football star. All-State two years ago. He was a running... He was a running... Uh, someone who runs and catches.

Buffy: Was he a studly?

Willow: Big time. All of the girls were crazy for him.

Buffy: And he broke Cordy's heart? Thus possibly proving its existence.

Willow: He died. Rock climbing or something? He fell.

Buffy: Man, that's lousy. Poor Chris.

Willow: Ever since then Chris has been real quiet. Kind of in his own world. I heard their mother doesn't even leave the house anymore.

Giles: I think we're there.

Buffy and Willow get up and go over to the grave.

Willow: By the way, are we hoping to find a body, or no body?

Xander: Call me an optimist, but I'm hoping to find a fortune in gold doubloons.

Giles: Um, body would mean flesh-eating demon, no body would point towards the, uh, army of zombies thing. Take your pick, really. Right, then, uh... (to Xander) Go on. (indicates the casket)

Xander: You're closer.

Buffy: Pathetic much? (climbs down) Move over.

She opens the casket. Cut to the school after cheerleading practice. The cheerleaders are heading home.

Cordelia: Guys, if we don't get this down by tomorrow, no one's gonna be led by our cheers. Practice.

Girl: Okay. See ya later.

Cordelia continues on to her own car as the others get in theirs. They drive off before Cordelia reaches her car. She hears something by the fence and stops to look around.

Cordelia: Hello?

She continues to her car and starts to dig in her pack for her keys. She gets them out and runs the rest of the way to her car. She nervously fumbles with the lock.

Cordelia: Xander Harris, if this is some kind of joke...

She drops her keys and they roll under the car. She kneels down and reaches for them frantically. On the other side of her car she can see someone in black shoes approaching. She quickly gets up and starts to run. The man follows her. He walks past a dumpster. When he's gone the lid opens, and Cordelia checks to see if the coast is clear. She pushes the lid up all the way, then turns around again to hop out, but is startled by Angel.

Angel: Cordelia. This is the last place I expected you to hang out.

Cordelia: (quietly) Oh, God! God, it's you. Why were you following me?

Angel: I wasn't sure it was you at first. I'm looking for Buffy.

Cordelia: Buffy? Well, she's, uh... big shock, she's at the graveyard.

Angel: She said she'd be home.

Cordelia: Well, she lied. Isn't she a rascal? Well, you're in luck. It just so happens that my night is free. (tries to get out) Uh, hold on, my skirt is caught.

She reaches behind her and gets her skirt loose.

Cordelia: There.

She picks up what was holding her skirt and sees it's a hand. She drops it and screams.

Act Two

The library. Xander can be heard outside in the hall.

Xander: So, both coffins are empty. That makes three girls signed up for the army of zombies.

They come in through the doors.

Willow: Is it an army if you just have three?

Angel gets up from the table and faces them. Cordelia clings to his arm and gets up, too.

Buffy: Zombie drill team then.

Angel: You're back.

Buffy: Angel!

Angel: Xander.

Xander: Angel.

Angel: (to Buffy) I thought you were takin' the night off.

Buffy: I, I was, um, but something came up.

Angel: Cordelia told me the truth.

Xander: (chuckles) That's gotta be a first.

Giles: Um, as long as you're here, perhaps you could be of some help. Hmm? (to Buffy) Hmm?

Buffy: We were investigating. Somebody's been digging up the bodies of dead girls.

Angel: I know. We found some of them.

Buffy: You mean, like, two of the three?

Angel: I mean, like, some of them. Like parts.

Cordelia: It was horrible. Angel saved me from an arm. God, there were so many parts, they were everywhere. Why are these terrible things always happening to me?

Xander: Karma! (coughs to cover it)

Willow: So much for our zombie theory.

Giles: So much for all our theories.

Buffy: I don't get it. Why go to all the trouble to dig up three girls only to chop them up and throw them away? It doesn't make any sense. Especially from a time management standpoint.

Angel: Well, what I saw didn't add up to three whole girls. I think they kept some parts.

Buffy: Could this get yuckier?

Willow: They probably kept the other parts to eat.

Buffy: Question answered.

Giles: Why dispose of the remains five miles from the cemetery at a school, of all places?

Buffy: Maybe because whoever did it had some business in the neighborhood. Like, say, classes?

Giles: Oh. Ah.

Angel: This was no hatchet job. Whoever made those incisions really knew what they were doing.

Giles: (disbelieving) Yes, really. What student here is gonna be that well versed in physiology?

Willow: Well, I can think of five or six guys in the science club. And me.

Xander: So, Will, come clean. Promise to never do it again, and we'll call it a night. (no response) He joked! (smiles)

Buffy: Willow, why don't you get these guys' locker numbers so we can do some checking?

Cordelia: No. I have to go home now. I have to take a bath and burn my clothes.

Xander: (in mock disappointment) You have to go? Aw, too bad. Keep in touch. Buh-bye.

Cordelia: I don't wanna go alone. I'm still fragile. (to Angel) Can you take me?

Angel is in open-mouthed shock, and looks at Buffy. She gives him a stare of disapproval.

Cordelia: Great! I'll drive?

She leads the way out of the library as Angel gives Buffy another helpless look.

Xander: How about that? I always pegged him as a one-woman vampire.

Cut to Chris' house. His mother is sitting in front of the TV watching videos of Daryl's games. His trophy sits on top of the TV. Chris comes out of the basement.

Chris: I'm going out, Mom.

She doesn't even look up. She just blows out another lungful of cigarette smoke. Chris walks over to the front door.

Chris: I'll be back later, okay? Mom?

Still no response. She takes another drag from her cigarette. Chris lets out a sigh of frustration and leaves the house. On the video Daryl just scored a touchdown, and the team is holding him up high as the cheerleaders jump and wave their pompoms.

Video: Dar-yl! Dar-yl! Dar-yl! Dar-yl! Dar-yl!

Daryl takes his helmet off and holds his fists up in the air, laughing and enjoying the moment. Cut to the halls at school. Xander is working a locker combination from a list. Giles comes down the other hall.

Giles: You understand, in my capacity as school official, this search is completely unauthorized, and I, I cannot condone it.

Buffy: Fine, your butt's covered. Wanna grab a locker? (hands him a sheet)

Giles: Uh, yes, yes, of course. (takes the sheet)

Buffy: (approaches a locker) Okay, Eric. Let's see what's on your annoying little mind.

Willow: (at another locker) Nothing in here but back issues of Scientific American. Ooo, I haven't read this one! (starts to read)

Giles: Nothing remarkable here.

Xander: (opens one) Guys!

They all go over to see.

Xander: Your friend Chris Epps' locker.

Willow: (reads off book titles) 'Grey's Anatomy', 'Mortician's Desk Reference', 'Robicheaux's Guide to Muscles and Tendons'.

Giles reaches in and pulls out a newspaper folded open to a picture of the three cheerleaders. The title above the picture reads 'Tragic Accident Kills Three'.

Giles: I think it's fair to say Chris is involved.

Xander: He's into corpses alright, but we still don't know why.

Buffy: Yes, we do.

She opens Eric's locker door and shows them a collage of a woman made from parts of various pictures. Cut to Chris' basement. Eric sings while Chris works on a body.

Eric: I guess you'll say / What can make me feel this way? / My girl / Talkin' 'bout my girl / My girl... How's my baby?

Chris: She's not your baby.

Eric: She's not gonna be anybody's baby if we don't finish her soon.

Chris: I'm working on it.

Eric: So am I, friend. So am I.

He hangs up freshly developed pictures of Buffy, Willow and Cordelia to dry. Cut to the balcony. Buffy comes up to Willow and Xander sitting on the railing.

Xander: Any sign of our suspects?

Buffy: Not yet. I don't get it. Why would anybody wanna make a girl?

Xander: You mean when there's so many pre-made ones just laying around? The things we do for love.

Buffy: Love has nothing to do with this.

Xander: Maybe not, but I'll tell you this: people don't fall in love with what's right in front of them.

Willow gives Buffy a sad, knowing look.

Xander: People want the dream. What they can't have.

Willow looks over at Xander longingly. Buffy understands only too well.

Xander: The more unattainable, the more attractive.

Willow hops down from her perch.

Willow: And for Eric the unattainable would include everyone. That's alive.

She walks around Xander to head down the stairs. Buffy joins her.

Buffy: Uh, Eric's sick enough to do something like this, but what about Chris? He seems like a human person.

Xander follows them.

Willow: I dunno. That thing with his brother was really hard on him. And he talked about death a lot. Maybe he just wanted to get one-up on it.

Buffy: But it's not doable. I mean, making someone from scraps, actually making them live.

Willow: If it is, my science project's definitely coming in second this year.

Xander: (spots Giles) And speaking of love...

Willow: We were talking about the re-animation of dead tissue.

Xander: Do I deconstruct your segues?

Buffy: (to Giles) Hey.

Giles: (distracted) Oh! Yes. Hello.

Buffy: Still no sign of our mad doctors?

Giles: What? Oh! Uh, corpses, yes. Evil. Huh. Very good.

They see Jenny stop and talk to a student.

Jenny: Did you bring it? (the student shakes his head) Tomorrow.

Student: I forgot it.

Giles: Very, very good.

Buffy: Okay, Giles, just remember, 'I feel a thing, you feel a thing...' But personalize it.

Giles: Personalize it?

Buffy: She's a technopagan, right? Ask her to bless your laptop. (starts to leave) Have fun.

Willow and Xander smile. Willow pats him on the shoulder and goes too.

Giles: What? Oh! Don't...

Xander: Best of luck. (follows the girls)

Giles: ...leave?

Jenny: (walks by) Good morning, Rupert. (continues without stopping)

Giles: Uh, Ms. Calendar?

Jenny: (looks at him but keeps going) Oh, no, please call me Jenny. Ms. Calendar's my father.

Giles: (follows) Jenny, then.

Cut inside the halls. They walk together.

Giles: You know, uh, Jenny, um...

Jenny: Hmm?

Giles: Would it a-appear indecorous... Uh, no, not in-in-indecorous, um...

Jenny: Yeah...?

Giles: Well, um... Wha... (exhales) Ah, ah, um...

Jenny: Rupert, look, I've gotta get inside and set up the lab.

Giles: What, what I'm proposing is...

The bell rings.

Jenny: Ah! I gotta go! Sorry! (goes into her room)

Giles: (to himself) You idiot!

Jenny: (sticks her head back out) Hey! Listen, if it's important, why don't you just tell me at the game?

Giles: Game? Oh, uh, you're going to the football game?

Jenny: Yeah, you seem surprised. (smiles)

Giles: No! No, I-I-I-I-I-I just assumed that you, you, you spent your evenings downloading incantations and, and, and casting bones.

Jenny: On game night? Are you nuts? You're going, too, right?

Giles: Oh, of course. Always, always do.

Jenny: So, we should just go together! Look, I could pick you up after school, and we'll grab a bite to eat on the way if you like. How do you feel about Mexican?

Giles nods.

Jenny: Good! Okay! And whatever it is you wanna tell me, you can just tell me then. Okay?

Giles: Okay! Tonight, then.

Jenny smiles and goes back into her classroom.

Giles: (to himself) That went well. I think.

Cut to the science classroom. Willow is looking through a book.

Willow: I still don't get how Chris could do it. I mean, arresting the cell deterioration is one thing, but...

Xander: Hello! (holds up a visible head) I wanna get ahead.

Willow: (exhales) Maybe an electrical current combined with an adrenaline boost.

Xander: For the love of God, can somebody scratch my nose?

Buffy: (comes into the room) Well, it's official. Chris and Eric didn't come to school today.

Xander: That's no coincidence.

Willow: Maybe they finished their project.

Buffy: God! What if it worked? What, what if that poor girl is walking around?

Xander: Poor girls, technically.

Buffy: What could she be thinking?

Willow: And what are they gonna do with her?

Giles: (comes in also) I don't think we need to worry about that just yet. I spoke to a press person this morning about the remains. The police have finished sorting through them, and apparently they found three heads in the dumpster.

Buffy: They only had three girls.

Giles: Precisely.

Willow: So, they don't have the whole, uh, package?

Xander: Heads must be no good. Huh. I found 'em attractive enough. (gets looks from the girls) Well, obviously I'm not as sick as Chris and Eric.

Giles: Based on what the police have put together, I would say they're one step short of completing their masterpiece.

Willow: One step.

The camera pans around the visible head. Cut to Chris' basement.

Eric: We're running out of time. If we wait too long, the onset of atrophy in the limbs will be irreversible.

Chris: We can turn up the current. That'll buy us a day, at least.

Eric: We will lose the entire body if we don't attach a head soon.

Chris: We have time.

Eric: We don't! The crash with the girls was lucky. But we can't just keep waiting around for another lucky accident to drop a head in our laps. You know what we have to do. Hell, it's just one lousy girl.

Chris: I won't do it. I... I can't... kill anyone. (turns to the shadows) Please! Understand. I... I can't do that! Please don't make me.

Daryl: But you gave me your word. You promised me, little brother. (comes into the light) That I wouldn't be alone.

His face is discolored and criss-crossed with stitches.

Part Two