(Wiley's.)

BUFFY: What are you doing here? Following me?

RILEY: (a tad pissed) You told me you were tracking the Polgara demon. I thought I'd help. But now I see you're not hunting demons, you're socializing with them. *Again.* I thought you were supposed to be killing these things not buying them drinks?

BUFFY: (sarcastic) Oh, that's smooth, officer Riley. They teach you those undercover moves in special forces?

RILEY: I'm serious, Buffy. What are you doing here?

Willy: Just cooling her dogs, like the rest of us. Why don't you sit down. Relax.

RILEY: (ignores him) I want you to tell me. Who are you? (seething) Really?

Willy: No kidding. Why don't I get you some chicken fingers, on the house.

RILEY: (to Willy) Hey, you think you can shut up?

Willy: Look, I'm just saying--

RILEY: I said shut up! Or maybe you would like to go back to the lab with me. I'm sure the coats would love to classify a . . . whatever you are.

BUFFY: Leave him alone, Riley. He's human.

RILEY: So he's human.

BUFFY: You're shaking.

RILEY: (looking at Buffy) He just harbors demons. Which makes him a good guy like you? (grabs her roughly by the shoulders) The truth, Buffy. Now!

BUFFY: You have the truth. You are just too screwed up because of what happened to Professor Walsh to see it. (raises voice) Now let go of me!

(she knocks his hands off her shoulders. A middle-age looking woman gets up from the bar and walks quickly towards the door. Riley spots her over his shoulder.)

RILEY: Hold it! You!

(She stops in her tracks as he draws his Barretta and aims it at her. The gun is trembling in his hand.)

RILEY: No leaving until I say so. Got it?

Willy: Hey. We got new rules here. No killing.

RILEY: Right! Except the rules don't seem to apply much these days. Do they?

(The woman is now facing Riley and looks terrified. Riley's breathing is becoming heavier and his shaking is getting worse.)

RILEY: (to the woman) Like if I shot you right now, I don't know if I'd have a corpse on my hands or one pissed off vampire.

BUFFY: Riley--

RILEY: (to Buffy) I mean, who do you believe? First it sounds like lies. Then it sounds like truth.

BUFFY: Riley. . .

(He glances at Buffy and seems to realize what he's doing. He suddenly turns to the bar, sweeping his gun across the surface smashing several glasses. The woman flees. Buffy slowly approaches him. Concerned. He has his hands pressed to the bar as he leans against it, shaking uncontrollably.)

RILEY: What's happening to me?

• Buffy & Riley
• Riley & the initiative

written by: Marti Noxon; Transcribed by Joseph B. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/70goodbyeiowa2.html