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Buffy enters holding sword...
Buffy enters holding sword...
Buffy enters holding sword
Quentin: You're late
Buffy: Yeah
Giles: Was… was there an attack?
Buffy: Yeah
Quentin: We can begin the review at last. We'll, ah, skip the more obvious questions.
Buffy puts sword down on Quentin's book.
Buffy: There isn't going to be a review.
Quentin: Sorry?
Buffy: No review. No interrogation. No Questions you know I can't answer. No hoop. No Jumps. Watcher one moves No interruptions. Pause See, I've had a lot of people talking at me the last few days. Everyone just lining up to tell me how unimportant I am. And I finally figured out why. Pause Power. Pause I have it. Pause They don't. pause This bothers them. Pause Glory cam to my home today.
Giles: Buffy, are you…?
Buffy: Just to talk. She told me I am a bug, I'm a flea, she could squash me in second. Pause. Only she didn't. She came into my home and we talked. We had, what in her warped brain, probably passes for a civilised conversation. Why? Because she needs something from me. Because I have power over her. Pause You guys didn't come all the way from England to determine whether I was good enough to be let back in. U came to beg me to let you back in. To give your jobs, your lives, some semblance of meaning.
Watcher 1: This is insolence!
Buffy throws sword under watcher one's nose
Buffy: I'm fairly certain I said no interruptions.
Xander: That was excellent
Buffy: You're watchers. Without a slayer you are pretty much just watching masterpiece theatre. You can't stop Glory. You can't do anything with the information u have except maybe publish it in the
everyone-thinks-we're-insanos home journal. Pause So here's how it's going to work. You are going to tell me everything you know. Then you are going to go away. You will contact me if and when you have any further information about Glory. The magic shop will stay open. Mr. Giles will stay here as my official watcher, reinstated at full salary.
Giles: cough retroactive
Buffy: To be paid retroactively from the month he was fired. I will continue my work with the help of my friends.
Watcher 2: I… I….I….. don't want a sword thrown at me but, but survillians? We are talking about children.
Buffy: We are talking about two very powerful witches and a thousand year old ex-daemon.
Anya: Willow's a daemon?
Watcher 3: The boy? No power there.
Buffy: The boy's clocked more field time than all of you combined. He's part of the unit.
Willow: That's Riley speak.
Xander: proudly I've clocked field time.
Buffy: Now, you all may be very good at your jobs. The only way we are going to find out is if you work with me. You can all take your time thinking about that. But I want an answer right now from Quentin. Cause I think he's understanding me.
Quentin: Your terms are expectable.
Cheers
Buffy: See, no begging
Quentin: Ah, Rupert.
Giles: Quentin?
Quentin: When we infiltrated your shop we found a bottle of single malt scotch behind the, ah, incense….
Giles: It's not during, ah, working hours….
Quentin: I think I could use a glass.
Giles: well, I suppose we could….
Buffy: Just a minuet. Glory. I wanna know.
Quentin: Well, there's a lot to go through.
Buffy: Just tell me what kind of daemon I'm fighting.
Quentin: Well, that's the thing you see. Glory isn't a daemon.
Buffy: What is she?
Quentin: She's a god.
Buffy: oh