| "Dirty Girls" Shannon: Thank you. Thank God you were here. Caleb: Well, let's not give him credit for everything. No, I'm funning you. I don't believe it was a coincidence. I also don't believe young girls should be out in the woods late at night-should be tucked in bed. Caleb: Now, I know what you're thinking. Crazy Preacher man spoutin' off at the mouth about the whore of Babylon or some-such. That ain't me. I'm not here to lecture you. I mean, what's the point? My words just curdle in your ears. Wouldn't take a thing. Head's filled with so much filth that ain't room for words of truth. Well, you know what you are, Shannon? Dirty. Shannon: What? I'm not! What're- Caleb: Now, now,now. There's no blame here. Your were born dirty, born without a soul. Born with that gaping maw wants to open up,, suck out a man's marrow. Makes me puke to think too hard on it. Willow: This girl's bleeding badly. We have to get her to the hospital. Faith: Yep. Guess I'm back in Sunnydale. Faith: You sure she's one of us? She don't look like much now. Not a potential Slayer, I mean. Willow: Don't know. Seems to fit it, though. We'll know more when she regains consciousness. Faith: (scoffs) If she regains consciousness. Girl's been gutted like a catfish. Willow: Yeah. Faith: Something's killing girl's all over the world, trying to end the Slayer line. Thing like that, figure I might get a heads up. Willow: Faith.... Faith: Guess it doesn't really matter as long as you got the true Slayer intact. Willow: You were in prison. Figured you were safe there. Faith: Yeah, that's prison. Safe as kitten. Willow: Sorry, I.. don't know much about the big house. Was it- I mean, did something happen in there? Faith: Someone came at me with a nasty looking knife. Didn't really know why 'til now. Willow: Uh, I guess we should find Buffy, tell her what's going on. I-I tried calling home. Dawn says she's out patrolling. Faith: Let's go look for her. Cemetery's more fun anyway. Willow: Wait, somebody should wait her in case she wakes up. Faith: Fine, sit tight. I'll be back. Willow: W-w-wait. Uh, maybe you meeting Buffy alone isn't the best idea. Faith: You told her the stich, right? She knows i'm coming. Probably been up all night hanging streamers Willow: Yeah, but it's not like you're study buddies, exactly. Maybe it'd be better if I..eased her into the whole thing. Faith: I can't stay here, Willow. Spent way too much time in hospitals. We don't click. Don't worry. I'm sure we'll all get along just fine. Faith: What'cha wanna do to her, vamp? Somethin' like this? Spike: Nice punch you got there. Lemme guess. Leather pants, nice right cross, doe eyes, holier-then-thou glower.. you must be Faith. Faith; Oh, goodie. I'm famous. Spike: Told you were coming. Bit of a misunderstanding here. I'm- Faith: Spike. Yeah, we've met before. Spike: We have? I don't think we- Bloody hell! What're you doing? I'm on your side. Faith: Yeah? Maybe you haven't heard. I've reformed. Spike: So have I. I reformed way before you did. Stop...hitiing..me! We're on the same side. Faith: Please. You think i'm stupid? Spike: Well, yeah. Buffy: Sorry, Faith. I didn't realize that was you. Faith: It's all righ,t B. Luckily, you still punch like you used to. Faith: Are you protecting vampires now? Are you the bad Slayer now? Am I the good Slayer now? Buffy: He's with me. He has a soul. Faith: Oh, he's like Angel? Spike. No. Buffy: Sort of. Spike: I am nothing like Angel. Spike: Angel's dull as a table lamp. And we have very different colouring. Faith: Ok, catching up. Anything else I need to know? Buffy: Nice to have you back. Buffy: We have a new house guest. Faith: Hey, got a spare bed for a wanted fugitive? Giles: Hello, Faith. Faith: Well, I guess "wanted" wasn't really accurate. Dawn: Does she have to stay here? because there's some nice hotels that welcome tried-to-kill-your-sister types. Faith: Check it out. Brat's all woman-sized. Spike: Not all that tension was about you. Giles was a part of a plan to kill me.. for Buffy's own good. Faith: Well, that makes me feel better about me...worse about Giles...kinda shaky about you. Buffy/the First: Do you think i'm god? Caleb: I certainly do not. I am beyond concepts like that. Buffy/the First: but you stil wear the outfit. Caleb: Man can't turn his back on what he come from. Besides, black is slimming. Everyone knows that. Buffy/the First: How do you like what i'm wearing? Caleb: Just another dirty girl. And, since you only dress up as dead folk, i'm guessing, one who's already been paid her wage. Buffy/the First: Look hard. What do you see? Caleb: Strength. And the loneliness that comes with the real strength. Buffy/the First: Nothing about my pert and bouncy hairdo? Caleb: You're her. Buffy/the First: The Slayer. Caleb: At long last. All this time. All the work i've done for you... Blowing up the Council, organizing the Ray Charles Brigade, and stickin' all them spilts-you never showed me. Buffy/the First: Well, you've earned it. And you'll be meeting her soon. Andrew: Faith. Her name alone invokes awe. Faith. A set of principles or beliefs on which you are willing to devote your life. The dark slayer. A lethal combination of beauty, power and death. For years and years - or to be more accurate - months, Faith fought on the side of good, terrorizing the evil community. But like so many tragic heroes, Faith was seduced by the lure of the dark side. She wrapped evil around her like a large, evil Mexican serape. She became a cold-blooded killer. Nobody was immune to her trail of destruction. No friends, no family...not even the most pacifist and logical of races. Amanda: What the hell are you talking about? I thought Faith killed a volcanologist. Andrew: Silly, silly... Amanda. Why would Faith kill a person who stuides vulcans? Amanda: He studied volcanoes. He was a professor. Andrew: Ah, yes. Well, regardless.. Molly: I thought you weren't supposed to be doing this anymore - making up stories. Andrew: I'm not. This is true. Except for that...possible...word misunderstanding. They're the things you need to know about. Faith... has a history not to be taken lightly. She's a killer. Never forget that. You must stay on guard around Faith at all times. Your very lives may depend on that. Spike: You craving a moment alone in the dank, or can I burn one? Faith: Well, I guess you can smoke all you want - the big C not really an issue. Spike: Teeth get yellow after eternity. Gotta watch that. Faith: No more Starbucks for the wannabe's man. They've been spazzing for, like, hours. Spike: Yeah, does get a bit much up there. Faith: They're good girls. Just green is all. Spike: So, why aren't you up there...imparting? Faith: That's Buffy's thing. Faith: I've met you before, you know. Spike: Yeah, you made a great impression on my chin. Faith: Not in the graveyard. Before that. I was kinda wearing a different body. Spike: Pity. Faith: You seemed OK with it. Spike: The body swap. With Buffy. Faith: She fill you in on that whole deal? Spike: She told me it went down. Failed to mention who was driving her skin around. Faith: I may of said a few things... Spike: Like you could ride me at a gallop 'til my knees buckle, squeeze me 'til I pop like warm champagne. That's not the kind of thing a man forgets. Giles: And you're certain this is the best course of action? You don't even know what this man has of yours - if he, in fact, has anything. Buffy: It could be a girl, a potential trying to get to us. Giles: Could be a stapler. Faith: No eyes, but look at him go. He got SONAR or something? Buffy: Or something, I guess. Pretty good when they attack. Faith: Do they just roam free around town? Buffy: Well, normally, they show up out of nowhere, and then either stab or get stabbed, and then they run off. Faith: You know me. All about thegood deeds. Buffy: Willow said you helped out Angel. Faith: Yeah. He says 'Hi.' Buffy: Really? Faith: Sure. Buffy: How is he? Faith: Better. Had to do this whole mind-walk with him. Buffy: You were in Angel's mind? Xander: So, what's the signal? Buffy: I'm thinking lots and lots of yelling. Xander: Got it. Caleb: I like to keep things simple. Good folk, bad folk, clean folk, dirty folk... Caleb: You're the one who sees everything, aren't you? Well, let's see what we can't do about that. |
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