Written by: Marti Noxon

Directed by: James Whitmore, Jr.

Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson for Psyche's Transcripts

Copyright © 1998 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 "Dead Man's Party". 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 98.10.13

This episode was originally broadcast on October 6, 1998.

Teaser

Buffy's room. She takes the last of her things out of her bag, walks over to her closet and dumps them in. She turns around and looks at the room that she's missed so much for the last few months. It all seems so familiar, and yet not. Certainly it's too neat and clean. She reaches into her closet for a sweater and heads over to her mother's room. Cut to Joyce's room. She's hammering a nail into the wall by the window to hang an ancient tribal mask. Buffy steps into the room.

Buffy: Mom...

Joyce is very startled and jumps, accidentally slamming the hammer through the drywall.

Joyce: Oh! Buffy.

Buffy cringes at the sight of the hole in the wall. Her mother pulls the hammer out and turns to face her, smiling while still holding the hammer in one hand, the mask in the other.

Joyce: Um...

Buffy: Sorry.

Joyce: No, no! Don't worry about it. I-I guess I just got used to all the quiet while you were gone. (smiles) But it's no problem.

She looks down at the mask in her hand, and turns around to hang it on the wall over the hole. It's carved from a reddish wood with cutouts for eyes, which are slanted inward to appear very evil. There are a series of long, pointed teeth with extra long fangs for incisors set into the upper lip. There is no lower jaw portion.

Joyce: Uh, look! (hangs the mask on its hook) It's, uh, Nigerian. (faces Buffy again) We got a very exciting shipment in at the Gallery. (glances around the room) I, um, thought I'd hang a few pieces in here. It cheers up the room.

Buffy: (looking at the mask) It's angry at the room, Mom. It wants the room to suffer.

Joyce: (nods) You have no appreciation of primitive art. (sees that Buffy is holding a sweater) You going out?

Buffy: (looks down at the sweater) Oh. Um... Well, i-if it's okay. I, um... I'd like to find Willow and Xander.

Joyce: Will you be slaying?

Buffy: Only if they give me lip. (smiles weakly)

Joyce: Uh, can I make you a sandwich or something before you go? You must be starving.

Buffy: I was un-until that four-course snack you served me after dinner.

Joyce: Well, then, um... (goes to her dresser) You know, why don't I drive you? (grabs her keys) I mean, they could be anywhere.

Buffy: Mom... If you don't want me to go, just say so.

Joyce: No, no. (looks down at her keys briefly) I-I just want to put this whole thing behind us, get back to normal. (inhales deeply) You go. Have a good time.

Buffy: Okay.

She smiles and gives her mom a little wave, then leaves the room. Cut to an alley. A truck drives by. Behind it Buffy walks along, looking around. She hears something fall to the ground and break, and stops to look in the direction of the sound. Slowly she starts to walk in that direction. Cut to an intersection in the alley. Buffy comes around the corner and looks down the adjoining way. There she sees a man dressed in black, walking suspiciously, as though looking for something. She begins to follow silently, but doesn't notice an empty aluminum can on the pavement, and steps on it. The man reacts instantly to the noise, spins around and swings at her with a stake. Buffy throws up her arms and cross blocks the swing, then deftly takes the stake from the man's hands and raises it to counter attack. He steps back, and the white cross hanging from his neck swings around, standing out in marked contrast to the rest of his attire. Buffy sees that it's Xander, and stays her attack. Xander is taken completely by surprise and just stares back at her.

Buffy: (lowers the stake) Didn't anyone ever warn you about playing with pointy sticks? (shakes it at him) It's all fun and games until somebody loses an eye.

Xander: You shouldn't sneak up on people like that!

He breathes hard, trying to catch his breath. He looks at her, trying to convince himself that it's really her, and finally manages a weak smile.

Xander: Jeez, Buff!

Suddenly a vampire smashes his way out of a crate leaning against a wall. He lunges at Xander and Buffy, knocking them and himself to the pavement. Xander quickly tries to grab the vampire as he gets up, but the demon grabs Xander instead and pulls him up. He draws his fist back for a punch, but Buffy jumps in and hits the vampire in the stomach with a powerful side kick, making him fall backwards into a pile of trashcans and bags. Cordelia's voice comes over the walkie-talkie at Xander's belt.

Cordelia: Come in, Nighthawk! Everything okay?

Buffy: (taken aback) Nighthawk?

The vampire is back on his feet and comes at them.

Buffy: Oh!

He tackles Xander and sends him reeling backwards into a chain link fence. Buffy tries to stake him, but he sidesteps her and shoves her into the fence as well. Xander tries to come up behind him, but the vampire swings out with a backhand fist to Xander's face, knocking him to the ground. Buffy gets to her feet and sweep blocks two punches from the demon. She high clocks his third punch and gets a hand under his chin to hold him at bay. He pushes her back into the fence as the two struggle for control. Now Willow, Cordelia and Oz come running. The two girls grab the vampire by the arms and drag him off of Buffy and across the alley, slamming him hard into a steel roll-up door. Buffy catches her breath as she looks on in astonishment. The vampire growls at the girls as Oz tries to move in with a stake, but the vamp roundhouse kicks Oz, sending him to the pavement next to Xander. He then shoves Cordelia away, and Buffy quickly moves to catch her so she won't get hurt. The vampire then throws Willow aside, and she falls onto Xander and Oz.

Cordelia: (recognizes) Oh, hey, Buffy.

Buffy pushes her aside and wields back her stake when she sees the vampire come after them. Cordelia loses her balance and falls to the pavement next to Willow. Buffy plunges her stake cleanly into the vampire, and he bursts into ashes. As the dust settles down, she looks over at her friends staring up at her from the ground. They are all breathing hard. Buffy gives them a little wave and a weak smile.

Buffy: Hey, guys.

They just keep staring back. Xander lets his head drop back to the pavement.

Opening credits roll. Buffy's theme plays.

Act One

Giles' apartment building. Cut to outside his door. The kids are all standing there.

Buffy: You know, maybe it's too late. Maybe we should just come back tomorrow.

No one makes a move to go. Buffy looks at the door, then back at the others.

Buffy: What if he's mad?

Xander: Mad? Just because you ran away and abandoned your post and your friends and your mom and made him lay awake every night worrying about you? (to Oz and Willow) Maybe we should wait out here.

Buffy gives him a look. She turns around to face the door, reaches for the knocker and taps it a few times. Cut inside. Giles opens the door and sees Buffy standing there flanked by the others. His face remains expressionless for a long moment.

Xander: (to Giles) Check it out. The Watcher is back on the clock. (Giles slips on his glasses) And just when you were thinking career change, maybe becoming a... a looker or a... a seer.

Giles: Thank you, Xander.

He looks at his Slayer.

Giles: Welcome home, Buffy.

Buffy smiles up at him. He pulls the door open further and steps back so they can all come in. Cut to Giles' living room. Oz, Willow, Buffy and Xander are all on the couch. Cordelia is sitting in a facing chair. Giles is leaning on the backrest of another chair.

Buffy: I got in a few hours ago, but I wanted to go see my mom first.

Giles: Yes. Yes, of course. How, how did you find her?

Buffy: Well, I pretty much remembered the address.

Giles: Ah, eh, I mean, uh...

The teakettle in his kitchen begins to whistle.

Giles: How are things between you? (notices the whistling) Ah. Excuse me. (goes into the kitchen)

Oz: Hey, so you're not wanted for murder anymore.

Buffy: Good. That was such a drag.

Xander: So where were you? Did you go to Belgium?

Buffy: (gives him an odd look) Why would I go to Belgium?

Xander: I think the relevant question is why wouldn't you? (smiles hugely and giggles) Bel-gium!

They both laugh. Cut into the kitchen. Giles gets the cups out of his cupboard. He smiles as he listens to the conversation in the living room, pleased that they are getting along so well again so quickly.

Buffy: What about you, Xander? What's up with you?

Xander: Oh, you know, same old, same old.

Giles removes his glasses and leans with his arm against the cupboard, enjoying the sound of his Slayer's voice again after so many months.

Cordelia: Hardly.

Xander: Okay, I lied, a whole lot is new.

Buffy: Well, that's good, isn't it? New is good.

Giles shakes himself out of his reverie and puts his glasses back on.

Xander: Oh, yeah, absolutely, except for the obvious. It's not too much... (inaudible)

Cordelia: Yeah, 'cause you weren't at the hotel.

Giles lifts up the serving tray and takes it into the living room.

Xander: Cordelia's parents dragged her onto a luxury vacation.

Buffy: I feel for you.

Giles: Here we are then. (sets the tray on the coffee table) Cheer us up.

He sits down in his chair and takes the teapot. Buffy and Xander each take a cookie from the tray.

Cordelia: So were you, like, living in a box, or what?

Buffy: Well, it's a long story.

Xander: So skip the heartwarming stuff about kindly old people and saving the farm and get right to the dirt.

Giles: (pours several cups) Perhaps Buffy could use a little time to adjust before we grill her on her summer activities.

Buffy: What he said.

Xander: Fair enough. In fact, you can leave the slaying to us while you settle in. We got you covered.

Buffy: I noticed. You guys seem down with the slayage, all tricked out with your walkies and everything.

Cordelia: Yeah, but the outfits suck. This whole Rambo thing is so over. I'm thinking more sporty, like Hilfiger maybe.

Willow: Still, we were getting good. We dusted (nods) nine out of ten.

Oz: (whispers to Willow) Six out of ten.

Willow: Six out of ten.

Xander: Whatever, we were kicking a little undead booty.

Buffy: Well, thank you for the offer, but I think I just wanna get back to my normal routine. You know, school, slaying... kid's stuff. In fact, I'm jonesing for a little brainless fun. (to Xander) What are you doing tomorrow?

Xander: Oh, I would, but, uh, (reaches his hands around Cordelia's arm) I'm kind of tied up. (smiles)

Cordelia: You wish. (pushes him away)

Xander sits back into the couch, embarrassed.

Buffy: (to Willow) Will?

Willow: Um, tomorrow I...

Buffy: Oh, come on. Friends don't let friends browse alone.

Willow: Okay. I had some schoolwork, but... I can change my plans.

Giles: (raises his cup) As for school, Buffy, uh, you know you'll have to talk to Principal Snyder before...

Buffy: On it. Mom is making an appointment with His Ugliness. I know she can break him.

Giles looks up from his tea and gives her an unsure little grin. Cut to Principal Snyder's office at Sunnydale High. Snyder looks at Joyce and Buffy intently from behind his desk.

Snyder: Absolutely not. Under no circumstances.

Joyce: But you can't keep her out of school. You don't have the right.

Snyder: I have not only the right, but also a nearly physical sensation of pleasure at the thought of keeping her out of school. I'd describe myself as tingly.

Joyce: Buffy was cleared of all those charges.

Snyder: Yes. And while she may live up to the not-a-murderer requirement for enrollment, she is a troublemaker, destructive to school property and the occasional student. And her grade point average is enough to... (his eyes glaze over for an instant) I'm sorry. Another tingle moment. (smiles smugly)

Joyce: (with controlled anger in her voice) I don't see how you can be so cavalier about a young girl's entire future!

Snyder: I'm quite sure that a girl with the talents and abilities of Buffy will land on her feet. In fact, (leans toward Buffy) I noticed as I came in this morning that Hot Dog on a Stick is hiring. (Buffy gives him an angry stare) You will look so cute in that hat.

Buffy: Let's go, Mom.

She gets up and walks toward the door. Her mother stands up and faces Snyder.

Joyce: This isn't over. If I have to, I'll go all the way to the Mayor. (follows Buffy out)

Snyder: Wouldn't that be interesting.

Cut to Sunnydale's shopping district across the street from the Espresso Pump. Buffy and Joyce pull up to the curb in their Jeep.

Joyce: Don't worry about school, honey. If we can't get you back into Sunnydale, maybe we can swing private school.

Buffy: Private school? You mean, like jackets and kilts? You want me to get field hockey knees?

Joyce: (smiles) It's not that bad.

Buffy: What about home schooling? You know, it's not just for scary religious people anymore.

Joyce: We'll work something out. Okay?

They lean toward each other and kiss goodbye.

Joyce: Say hi to Willow?

Buffy nods as she releases her seatbelt and gets out of the car. Cut to later, still in front of the cafe'. Buffy is standing and waiting for Willow. She checks her watch, and then lets her arms droop, disappointed. She walks over to a bench and sits down to watch and wait for her friend. She watches all the people going by. Her expression starts to get sad and a little bit annoyed as she checks her watch again. Cut to Buffy's house, much later. She walks up the path toward the house. The front door opens, and Buffy sees a woman come out and pull the door closed behind her. She looks at her, confused. The woman sees her and smiles.

Pat: Oh, my word! Oh, you must be Buffy! (steps down from the porch) Look at you. Aren't you a picture?

Buffy: (unsure) Thank you.

Pat: Oh, I'm Pat, (offers her hand) from your mom's book club. (they shake hands) I'm sure she mentioned me.

Buffy: Actually...

Pat: I, um, I sort of took it upon myself to look after her while you were, (rolls her eyes) you know, off and away or what have you, and...

Buffy looks aside, not believing this conversation.

Pat: (inhales) Well, between, uh, (exhales) your situation and reading 'Deep End of the Ocean', she was, uh, she was just a wreck. You can imagine.

Buffy gives her a thin smile and a weak nod.

Pat: Anyway, I'm off. We're making empanadas in my Spanish class tonight. (giggles) You go be with your mom. You two need to rebond.

She smiles and goes on her way. Cut inside to the kitchen. Buffy comes in and sets her purse on the island. Joyce is taking some notes from a book.

Buffy: Pat wishes us quality time. (goes to the cupboard)

Joyce: Oh. I met her in a...

Buffy: Book club. (gets out a glass)

Joyce: Yeah.

Buffy: Got it.

Joyce: (looks up) Oh, uh, before I forget, uh, Willow just called.

Buffy: (suddenly attentive) Where was she?

Joyce: Uh, she, she got held up, but she said she tried to call.

Buffy: (confused) Was there a message?

She steps over to the fridge and gets out a pitcher.

Joyce: No. But I had a thought. What if I invited Willow and Mr. Giles and everybody over for dinner tomorrow night? (smiles) Don't you think that would be nice?

Buffy just opens the pitcher and pours herself a drink.

Joyce: Since I sort of already did, I was hoping for a yes.

Buffy looks up at her mom and gives her a little smile and a nod.

Buffy: It'll be fun. (loses her smile)

Joyce: Great. Uh, do me a favor? Run down and get the company plates.

Buffy: Mom, Willow and everybody aren't company-plate people. They're normal-plate people.

Joyce: We never have guests for dinner. Indulge your mother?

Buffy just sighs and heads for the basement door. Cut to the basement. Buffy grabs a stepstool and sets it down in front of an old bookcase full of stuff. She steps up on it and notices a picture on an upper shelf. She pulls it out into the light. It's a photo of her with Willow and Xander. They are on a lawn, and she is sitting with Willow behind her and Xander laying his head on her legs with his eyes turned up at her. She looks at it for a long moment, remembering the time it was taken. She then puts it back and looks up where the good china is. She reaches for the box and starts to pull it down, when a dead and rotting cat suddenly falls off of it.

Buffy: Oh!

She jerks her head forward, and the cat falls behind her to the floor. She looks down at it squeamishly.

Buffy: Eww.

Cut to the backyard. Buffy grunts as she shovels out a bunch of dirt among some bushes to make a shallow grave for the cat.

Buffy: Next time, I get to pick the mother-daughter bonding activity.

Joyce lifts a bag with the cat over the hole and drops it in.

Joyce: Do you wanna say something?

Buffy: Like what? Thanks for stopping by and dying?

Joyce: How about, um... Good-bye, stray cat, who lost its way. We hope you find it.

Buffy accepts that and turns back to the hole to fill it back in. Cut to Buffy's room at 11:34 that night. She reaches over to the lamp on her nightstand and turns it off. She lies back in her bed and hugs the covers to herself. She looks around in the dark, lonely room and waits to fall asleep. Cut to Joyce's room. She is sound asleep in her bed. The camera pans up from her and over to the Nigerian mask on the wall. Its eyes begin to glow a deep red. Cut to the bushes in the backyard. The dirt covering the dead cat begins to move. A moment later the cat pokes its head through the soil, meows menacingly and claws its way out. Once out, it continues hissing and growling as it walks off.

Act Two

Sunnydale High. Buffy walks into the hall from outside. The door closes behind her with an echoing clang, startling her. She looks back at it, but then continues walking. The school is deserted. She walks past the empty lounge toward the library. The doors are wide open, and she looks in for a moment. It's just as deserted as the rest of the school. Cut outside. The sun shines brightly down on the quad. Buffy slowly walks down the outside stairs, all the while looking around for any indication that anyone else is there. When she reaches the bottom of the stairs she turns out into the quad. She stops when she sees Angel coming towards her, but then keeps walking as he gets behind her and follows her across the quad.

Buffy: I thought they'd be here.

Angel: They are. They're waiting for you.

Buffy: (looks at him) Am I dreaming?

Angel: (smiles and chuckles) I'm probably the wrong person to ask. (Buffy looks ahead again) You'd better go.

Buffy: (looks at him) I'm afraid.

Angel: (shrugs and looks at her) You should be.

He stops walking and watches her go. The school bell rings. Cut to Buffy's room. The school bell blends into the sound of her alarm buzzer going off. Buffy wakes from her dream. She turns over and looks at her alarm clock. 7:00am. She reaches over and turns it off. Cut to the kitchen. Buffy stares into the refrigerator while she listens to her mother talking.

Joyce: I've been on the phone with the, uh, Superintendent of Schools. At least he seems more reasonable than that nasty little horrid, bigoted rodent-man.

Buffy: Mom...

Joyce: Anyway, um, I'm going in to speak with him this afternoon. Uh, as for private schools, uh, Miss Porter's accepts late admissions.

Buffy closes the fridge and turns to give her mom a look.

Joyce: I, uh, I wrote the information down for you.

Buffy: A girls' school? (goes to the island to read the slip of paper) So now it's jackets, kilts, and no boys? (looks back at her mom) Care to throw in a little foot-binding?

Joyce sets down her coffee mug and steps over to her daughter.

Joyce: Buffy, you made some bad choices. You just might have to live with some consequences.

Buffy looks down at the island, knowing that her mom is right.

Joyce: Nothing's settled yet. (looks for something to do and spies the trash) I just wish you didn't have to be so secretive about things. (ties off the trashbag) I mean, it's not your fault you have a special circumstance. They should make allowances for you.

Buffy: Mom, I'm a Slayer. It's not like I need to ride a little bus to school.

Joyce: (walks to the door with the trash) Couldn't you just tell a few people, like Principal Snyder and maybe the police?

Buffy looks at her like she's got to be kidding.

Joyce: I mean, I would think they would be happy to have a...a superhero.

Buffy can't believe her ears.

Joyce: Is that the right term? I mean, it's not offensive, is it?

She opens the door to take out the trash, and gasps in fright when she sees the dead cat run in. It stops and meows at them menacingly. Cut to later at the front door. Buffy opens it to admit Giles holding a cage.

Buffy: Welcome to the Hellmouth Petting Zoo.

She indicates upstairs. Giles looks up and starts to climb the stairs while Buffy closes the door behind him. She follows him up. Cut to Joyce's bedroom. The cat is hiding under the bed. Giles grabs it by the back of its neck and pulls it out.

Giles: Oh, my God, what a stench!

He takes the cat over to the cage, puts it in and closes the latch.

Buffy: You know, I wanted Forest Pine or April Fresh, but Mom wanted Dead Cat.

Joyce looks at the cat, grossed out by its appearance and smell.

Giles: I'll, uh...

He steps back for a moment, overcome by the stench.

Giles: Ugh! I'll get it back to the library, see if we can determine its exact origins.

He lifts the cage and turns to face Joyce. She looks at it, then up at Giles. He notices the mask on the wall behind her.

Giles: It's, uh... striking and... Nigerian.

Joyce: Oh. Yes. I-I-I have this wonderful dealer who specializes in ancient artifacts, I don't know if you...

Buffy: (interrupts) You know, I love art talk as much as the next very dull person, but we have work to do, Giles. Research mode. (heads for the door)

Giles: Sh-sh-shouldn't you stay with your mother, perhaps, Buffy? I mean, you must have...

Joyce: Please, no. I, it's fine. She can go with you.

Giles: A-actually, she can't. Um... (to Buffy) You're not allowed on school property.

Buffy: Oh. (smiles ironically)

Giles: I'm sorry. Um, uh... I'll, I'll call as, as soon as I know something.

He reaches for the doorknob. The cat growls and hisses.

Joyce: Oh, we'll see you tonight?

Giles: Tonight, then. Yes.

He opens the door and leaves. Cut to the library. The caged cat is on the table. Oz is inspecting it closely, apparently not bothered by its stench. Willow is engrossed in research. Cordelia keeps her distance while Xander shares Oz's fascination, but from a bit further off.

Oz: It looks dead. It smells dead. (Xander nods in agreement) Yet it's movin' around. That's interesting.

Cordelia: Nice pet, Giles. Don't you like anything regular? Golf, USA Today, or anything? (sits opposite Willow to help research)

Giles: (comes down from the stacks) I'm trying to find out how and why it rose from the grave. It's not as if I'm going to take it home and offer it a saucer of warm milk.

Oz: Well, I like it. I think you should call it Patches.

Willow: What about Buffy's welcome home dinner tonight? I had told her mom we'd help out. Bring stuff.

Cordelia: I'm the dip.

Everyone looks at her. She doesn't notice and continues reading.

Xander: Uh, you gotta admire the purity of it. (chuckles)

Cordelia: (looks up at everyone) What? Onion dip. Stirring, *not* cooking. It's what I bring.

Oz: (leans back in his chair) We should figure out what kinda deal this is. I mean, is it a-a gathering, a shindig or a hootenanny?

Cordelia: What's the difference?

Oz: Well, a gathering is brie, mellow song stylings; shindig, (nods to Cordelia) dip, (Cordelia smiles) less mellow song stylings, perhaps a large amount of malt beverage; and hootenanny, well, it's chock full of hoot, just a little bit of nanny.

Xander: Well, I hate brie.

Cordelia: I know. It smells like Giles' cat.

Giles: It's not my...

Xander: (interrupts) And what'll we talk about at a gathering anyway? 'So, Buffy, did you meet any nice pimps on your travels? And oh, by the by, thanks for ruining our lives for the past three months.'

Willow: Xander...

Xander: You know what I mean. She doesn't want to talk about it, we don't want to talk about it, so why don't we just shut up and dance?

Willow: Well, Buffy said she did want to loosen up, you know, have some kid time. (to Oz) Aren't you guys rehearsing tonight? Why don't you play at the party?

Oz: Yeah, I think I could supply some Dingo action.

Giles: Uh, I-I'm not sure that, a, a, um... shindig...

Oz: Hootenanny.

Giles: H-hootenanny i-i-is really the order of the day. Uh, uh, it should... Maybe something a little more intimate. I-I-I mean, Buffy has just got home. I'm, I'm sure she's still feeling a little disoriented.

Willow: All the more reason to make her feel welcome, a-and a big party says, 'Welcome, Buffy.'

Xander slaps Giles on the back. Giles turns to give him a look.

Xander: Okay, so one vote from the Old Guy for a Smelly Cheese Night, and how many votes for actual fun, huh?

Everyone but Giles raises their hand and smiles.

Giles: Alright, alright. Have it your way. I'm just glad to have her home.

The cat meows again. Giles continues to page through a book.

Giles: Now things can get back to normal.

He flips a page, but looks over at the cat instead. On the page is a drawing of Joyce's mask. He flips another page before turning his attention back to it. Cut to the Summers house. Cut inside to the dining room. The table is beautifully set with Joyce's best china, crystal and silverware. Buffy is dressed up for the occasion. She is putting the last setting into place when the doorbell rings. She looks over the table one last time and then goes to open the door. Through the window she sees Pat waiting there, holding a large plastic food container. Buffy opens the door.

Pat: Hey, there you are! (comes in) Not thinking about any more flights of fancy, I hope.

Buffy can't believe her comments, and just closes the door.

Pat: Joyce said there was room for one more, so I said forget facial night and let's party! (smiles) I bet you like empanadas.

She holds out the container to Buffy, who takes it and gives her a fake smile.

Buffy: Do you wanna see my mom?

Pat: Please.

Buffy: (whining loudly and frantically) MOM!

Pat looks up the stairs and sees Joyce appear at the top.

Joyce: Oh, Pat! Good. Buffy, I hope you don't mind.

The two women embrace.

Pat: Hi! You look great!

The doorbell rings again, and taking the empanadas under one arm, Buffy turns around to answer it. It's Devon with the band.

Devon: Hey, Buffy. So where do you want the band to set up?

He walks into the living room and looks around for a good spot.

Buffy: Wh-the band?

Two girls follow him in carrying parts of the drum set. Cut to later. Lots of people are there, and the party is in full swing. Dingoes Ate My Baby are set up in the corner of the living room and are playing "Never Mind". The camera pans from the drummer past Oz on his guitar and Devon at his mic into the crowd. Half of Sunnydale High must be in attendance, the place is so densely packed with people. The camera settles on Willow leaning against a table and smiling at Oz while moving to the beat of the music. The camera turns back into the crowd and follows a party guest until she passes Buffy. Buffy looks around at all of the people, not sure who half of them are, trying to find Willow. She spots her, and walks up to her.

Buffy: Hey!

Willow: (smiling) Hey! (listens to the band)

Lyrics: You can send me a savior

Buffy: This is large!

Willow: (looks at Buffy) You like?

Lyrics: That lives till the end of time

Buffy: Yeah. It's great. (looks back at the band) I-I was just sort of hoping it would be... us.

Lyrics: Time

Willow: Sorry. What? (indicates that it's too loud to hear)

Lyrics: The promise of heaven

Buffy: (louder) This is amazing, but I was sort of hoping we could just hang together, the gang.

Lyrics: But that only leaves me dry

Willow indicates to the band and makes like she totally can't hear Buffy. She turns her attention back to Oz and smiles at him.

Lyrics: Dry

Buffy senses that Willow is more into watching Oz play with the band than anything else at the moment, and decides to leave her alone.

Lyrics: Too many saviors / And I won't die

After walking a ways back into the crowd, Buffy changes her mind, deciding that she wants to talk to Willow now.

Lyrics: I never cried, but I needed more from you

She touches Willow on the arm and indicates they should go someplace to talk. Willow lets Buffy lead her away through the crowd.

Lyrics: I found my life without you now

Buffy finds a relatively quiet spot in the dining room where they can talk.

Lyrics: And I never mind / I'm only half as blind

Buffy: Is everything okay?

Lyrics: Cause I needed more from you

Buffy: You... You seem to be avoiding me, i-in the one-on-one sense.

Willow: (looks surprised) What?

Lyrics: And I never mind

Willow: This isn't avoiding. See? Here you are, here I am.

Lyrics: I'm only half as blind

Buffy: So we're cool?

Lyrics: Cause I needed more from you

Willow: Way! That's why, with the party, 'cause we're all glad you're back.

She isn't being very convincing, but Buffy decides to accept it for now.

Buffy: Okay.

Willow: Okay. Good.

She goes back to watch the band again. Buffy isn't at all convinced that everything's good.

Lyrics: You say my reflection never fades from your eyes

Cut to Joyce's bedroom. The mask's eyes begin to glow a deep red again. Cut to an accident scene. A Sunnydale Police car, red and blue lights flashing, is parked next to the body of a victim. One officer walks past it while another interviews witnesses. The camera pans down to the dead man lying in the street. The Emergency Medical Technician tending to him gets up and goes to get a gurney. The camera stops on the man's face. His forehead is severely lacerated. Suddenly his eyes open. The one under the wound is red with blood. The man immediately sits up. Cut back to Buffy's party. The Dingoes are playing their next song, "Sway".

Lyrics: I got another rope over me / But I won't hang / I can feel you covet my faith

Cut to Xander and Cordelia sucking some serious face by the stairs.

Lyrics: I said another lie / I know why / I don't wanna sway

Buffy comes walking out of the crowd and sees them. She tries to walk by without being noticed, but Xander sees her. Cordelia doesn't stop kissing him on the face and neck while he talks to Buffy.

Xander: Hey, Buff, uh... What are you doing?

Buffy: I was just taking a break from all this wacky fun.

Lyrics: I don't wanna sway

Xander: Some kind of party, huh? I guess a lot of people are glad to have you back.

Buffy: It seems like people I didn't even know missed me.

She looks around at the crowd.

Buffy: Did Giles say he was going to be late?

Lyrics: Seize these worlds / Or never live again

Xander: Uh, he was Library Man last time I saw him. But he'll be here. He wants to celebrate your homecoming. We all do. I mean, it's great to have the Buffster back. (smiles)

Lyrics: Seize these worlds

Xander: (tries to get Cordelia's attention) Isn't it?

Cordelia: (smiles) Totally! (nods)

Lyrics: Or never live again

Cordelia: (to Xander) Except you were kinda turning me on with that whole Boy Slayer look.

Xander: Was I now?

Cordelia: You bet, Nighthawk.

They smile and giggle at each other, and resume their kissing. Buffy definitely feels like the odd person out.

Buffy: Well, I'll just be, uh... (gives up) Oh, yeah. (leaves)

Cut to Joyce's bedroom. The mask's eyes continue to glow red. Cut to Sunnydale General Hospital. A trauma team is trying to revive a burn victim. A nurse holds a pair of defibrillation pads ready while the doctor pumps his chest and another nurse bags him.

Doctor: Breathe. Breathe.

The man is flat-lining. The heart monitor beeps insistently while the cursor just moves flatly across the screen.

Doctor: Alright, look. These burns are too extensive. It's 7:43. Let's call it.

He walks off. The one nurse puts away the bag while the other puts away the defib pads. The camera pans in to the dead man. He has severe second- and third-degree burns all along the right side of his face and body. His eyes suddenly whip open. He sits up on the bed, leaving a puddle of blood on the pillow.

Nurse: Oh, my God!

The reflection on the heart monitor screen shows him violently hitting people out of his way as he goes. Cut to the party. Buffy is at the snack table gathering up empty cups.

Lyrics: You know I roll it over in my head

A guy reaches in front of her and grabs a handful of party mix, leans his head back and dumps it into his mouth. Most of it spills to the sides and onto the floor.

Lyrics: I won't feel you covet my faith

Buffy just gives a shrug, grabs a few more cups and turns to go throw them out. She passes two guys talking and overhears their conversation.

Party dude: Hey, what's the deal with this party anyway?

Lyrics: You've said another lie / I know why

Stoner: This party? Heard it was for some chick that just got out of rehab. (takes a drag from his joint)

Lyrics: I don't wanna sway

Buffy stares at them, less than happy about that rumor, but she ignores them and continues on toward the kitchen.

Lyrics: I don't wanna sway

Cut to the kitchen. Joyce and Pat are having a little fiesta of their own, and pour some schnapps into two glasses. They raise their glasses, clink them together and each take a good sip.

Joyce: Whew!

Pat smiles and nods at Joyce.

Lyrics: Seize these worlds

Pat: Now, how you holding up, Joyce, hmm? Really.

Lyrics: Or never live again

Joyce: Really? I'm... I don't know.

Lyrics: Seize these worlds

Joyce: While Buffy was gone, all I could think about was getting her home.

Lyrics: Or never live again

Joyce: I just knew that if I could put my arms around her and tell her how much I loved her, everything would be okay.

Lyrics: Seize these worlds

Pat: But?

Lyrics: Or never live again

Buffy reaches the kitchen and overhears.

Joyce: Having Buffy home, I-I thought it was gonna make it all better, but in some ways, it's almost worse.

Lyrics: Seize these worlds / Or never live again

Buffy takes it hard, and goes back to the stairs. Cut to Buffy's room. She comes in and swings the door partially closed behind her. She looks at her bed sadly and sniffles. She bends down to pull her bag out from underneath, slams it onto the mattress and opens it up. She goes to her closet, gets out a pile of folded clothes, goes back to her bed and stuffs them into the bag. Cut to Joyce's bedroom. The mask's eyes are still glowing. Cut outside. The camera pulls away from the house. Cut to the park. Several zombies are making their way through it toward the house.

Part Two