(Library)

GILES: We need to recheck every possible exit avenue.

XANDER: I'm telling you, it's a waste of time. I was here all night.

(They notice Willow and Oz coming into the library.)

GILES: Right. It's good to see you. Um, no need to panic.

OZ: Just a thought: poker: not your game.

WILLOW: What's the deal, Giles?

GILES: Now, uh, bear in mind, uh, most likely, there, there, there is no deal, but um, if, if, if there was a deal, then it, um, would concern murder... last night. A male student was, was found i-i-in the woods.

WILLOW: Which student?

GILES: Jeff Orkin.

OZ: Jeff? He was... I knew him.

GILES: I'm afraid he was, he was, um, terribly mauled. Now, uh, much as I hate to think it, i-i-it could be the handiwork of, of...

OZ: Me.

WILLOW: Wolf you, not you you.

XANDER: But it's not. Not wolf you, not you you. The room was secured, the gate was locked, and the window unbreakable, and... open!

WILLOW: Oh, God!

XANDER: Not to freak. I rested my eyes now and then. That's all.

GILES: How long... *exactly* did you... rest your eyes for?

XANDER: A little now, uh, a little then. But I never heard Oz leave, and he was here in the morning when I, um... when I...

GILES: (angrily) WOKE UP!

XANDER: You could put it that way if you want to, Mr. Technical.

(Oz walks over to Willow, looking at her sadly.)

WILLOW: Oh, God.

(She takes his hand to comfort him. He looks at Giles imploringly.)

written by: Marti Noxon; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson . Full transcript at:
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