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butterflyShooting script for 'Conversations with Dead People'.
Now we see the source of the sounds from the previous scene. On stage, a BAND starts to play a mournful tune. It's full of loneliness. Pain. You know, season six stuff.
Dawn peeks through the little window at the cooking marshmallow. (if it's possible to actually get a shot into a working microwave we could actually see the marshmallow swell to massive proportions... they do that.)
Dawn stands in the middle of the living room, looking around, confused. (by the way, the plant that she put into place to cover the wall damage is all black and dead now, but we call no special attention to this.)
CLOSE ON WILLOW
Who still sleeps on her book. But something rouses her. Her eyes flicker open. She sits up, sensing that she's not alone. Then her eyes fix on something. Stop.
REVEAL
TARA, sitting on the table, across from her. Willow just takes her in, too stunned to speak. Tara smiles.
JONATHAN
It's weird -- it's a different
building and all...
(looking around)
I mean, on one hand it's totally
different... but it sorta feels
exactly the same...
TARA
But you're not. And you're strong.
Like an Amazon, remember?
Willow can't help but smile a tiny rueful smile through her tears.
WILLOW
Big snotty weepy Amazon.
TARA
Gotta start somewhere.
BUFFY
He cheated. I'm pretty sure he
cheated. I mean, Mom never said
anything, and, God, Dawn has no idea,
but I think he was...
HOLDEN
And you never told anyone. None of
your friends.
BUFFY
No point. It was over.
Another momentary FLASH OF LIGHT and we see that something big and dark is hunched over Joyce, pressing her into the sofa. (I'm thinking the Gnarl suit, painted black, and seen only from the back for less than a second.)
JONATHAN
No.
(to himself)
Esto es la questa.
(pause)
La questa... para redempcion.
TARA
I know. And I know what you tried to
do.
WILLOW
You do? There's gossip where you are?
WILLOW
(hopeful)
So I won't. I'm going to be okay.
TARA
(gently)
Oh, baby. You're not listening.
Don't you understand?
You're not going to be okay. You're
going to kill everybody.
BUFFY
And the joke is, he loved me. In his
own sick, soulless way, he really did
care for me. But I didn't want to be
loved.
HOLDEN
Didn't you?
BUFFY
I just wanted to be touched. To be
reached. Were you here when
everything turned into a musical?
HOLDEN
I missed it.
BUFFY
I explained it a lot better then.
With rhyme, and all, but I just... I
can't go back to that.
HOLDEN
And you think you might? You're
still attracted to this guy?
BUFFY
Well, he's changed, a lot, a LOT a
lot, but no, I... I just can't feel
as low as I did then and do what I
have to do. Things are getting
worse. More of you guys are rising,
and... something's coming.
HOLDEN
Yeah, I feel that.
BUFFY
I have to fight it and the truth is,
I don't have any more answers than I
did then. There's so many people to
protect...
HOLDEN
And you have to do that alone.
BUFFY
I have friends, they do it with me --
sometimes they do it in spite of me,
but they do it 'cause they're decent
people. I do it 'cause I was chosen.
JONATHAN
I don't know... I guess I miss it.
Don't you?
ANDREW
(sarcastic)
Yeah, I really miss it. You know, I
don't think they even knew my name
back then.
Jonathan thinks about this for a while. A peacefulness washes over him. He shrugs. There's an almost Zen-like clarity about him when he says:
JONATHAN
Well I still care about them.
(softly)
That's why I'm here.
The Seal of Danzalthar. A large, intricate metal SEAL -- not unlike a Presidental seal, if the President was Satan.
BIG WIDE SHOT OF DAWN on the ground, rumpled and tangle-haired, tear-and-blood-streaked, in the dark and devastated room - broken TV, smashed CD player, broken lamp, broken windows, and a big heap of disturbing advice.
Willow still looks completely stunned. The way you would if your dead lover just told you you were going to kill everybody. Tara looks regretful - she hates to be the bearer of such tragic information.
TARA
There is one thing. One thing you
could do to stop it.
WILLOW
What? Anything.
TARA
You could sleep.
A beat as Willow comprehends what Tara is saying.
Now we see the source of the sounds from the previous scene. On stage, a BAND starts to play a mournful tune. It's full of loneliness. Pain. You know, season six stuff.
Dawn peeks through the little window at the cooking marshmallow. (if it's possible to actually get a shot into a working microwave we could actually see the marshmallow swell to massive proportions... they do that.)
Dawn stands in the middle of the living room, looking around, confused. (by the way, the plant that she put into place to cover the wall damage is all black and dead now, but we call no special attention to this.)
CLOSE ON WILLOW
Who still sleeps on her book. But something rouses her. Her eyes flicker open. She sits up, sensing that she's not alone. Then her eyes fix on something. Stop.
REVEAL
TARA, sitting on the table, across from her. Willow just takes her in, too stunned to speak. Tara smiles.
JONATHAN
It's weird -- it's a different
building and all...
(looking around)
I mean, on one hand it's totally
different... but it sorta feels
exactly the same...
TARA
But you're not. And you're strong.
Like an Amazon, remember?
Willow can't help but smile a tiny rueful smile through her tears.
WILLOW
Big snotty weepy Amazon.
TARA
Gotta start somewhere.
BUFFY
He cheated. I'm pretty sure he
cheated. I mean, Mom never said
anything, and, God, Dawn has no idea,
but I think he was...
HOLDEN
And you never told anyone. None of
your friends.
BUFFY
No point. It was over.
Another momentary FLASH OF LIGHT and we see that something big and dark is hunched over Joyce, pressing her into the sofa. (I'm thinking the Gnarl suit, painted black, and seen only from the back for less than a second.)
JONATHAN
No.
(to himself)
Esto es la questa.
(pause)
La questa... para redempcion.
TARA
I know. And I know what you tried to
do.
WILLOW
You do? There's gossip where you are?
WILLOW
(hopeful)
So I won't. I'm going to be okay.
TARA
(gently)
Oh, baby. You're not listening.
Don't you understand?
You're not going to be okay. You're
going to kill everybody.
BUFFY
And the joke is, he loved me. In his
own sick, soulless way, he really did
care for me. But I didn't want to be
loved.
HOLDEN
Didn't you?
BUFFY
I just wanted to be touched. To be
reached. Were you here when
everything turned into a musical?
HOLDEN
I missed it.
BUFFY
I explained it a lot better then.
With rhyme, and all, but I just... I
can't go back to that.
HOLDEN
And you think you might? You're
still attracted to this guy?
BUFFY
Well, he's changed, a lot, a LOT a
lot, but no, I... I just can't feel
as low as I did then and do what I
have to do. Things are getting
worse. More of you guys are rising,
and... something's coming.
HOLDEN
Yeah, I feel that.
BUFFY
I have to fight it and the truth is,
I don't have any more answers than I
did then. There's so many people to
protect...
HOLDEN
And you have to do that alone.
BUFFY
I have friends, they do it with me --
sometimes they do it in spite of me,
but they do it 'cause they're decent
people. I do it 'cause I was chosen.
JONATHAN
I don't know... I guess I miss it.
Don't you?
ANDREW
(sarcastic)
Yeah, I really miss it. You know, I
don't think they even knew my name
back then.
Jonathan thinks about this for a while. A peacefulness washes over him. He shrugs. There's an almost Zen-like clarity about him when he says:
JONATHAN
Well I still care about them.
(softly)
That's why I'm here.
The Seal of Danzalthar. A large, intricate metal SEAL -- not unlike a Presidental seal, if the President was Satan.
BIG WIDE SHOT OF DAWN on the ground, rumpled and tangle-haired, tear-and-blood-streaked, in the dark and devastated room - broken TV, smashed CD player, broken lamp, broken windows, and a big heap of disturbing advice.
Willow still looks completely stunned. The way you would if your dead lover just told you you were going to kill everybody. Tara looks regretful - she hates to be the bearer of such tragic information.
TARA
There is one thing. One thing you
could do to stop it.
WILLOW
What? Anything.
TARA
You could sleep.
A beat as Willow comprehends what Tara is saying.