WESLEY: Fred! You're here. Good, I was hoping you would assist me. I managed to lift a sample of Billy's blood. Maybe we can identify his demon lineage and somehow figure out how his power works. Would you hand me the (looks up to see that Fred is holding out some glass slides) glass slides. (Gives Fred a silly smile) Thank you.

(...)

WESLEY: This was taken from the print I made of Billy's blood. Tell me what you think.

FRED: Looks to me as if some of the red blood cells are kind of supercharged.

WESLEY: Those would probably be from Billy's demon lineage.

FRED: So, however Billy is putting the mojo on people, the power seems to be in his blood. Which means it can also be in his sweat or his saliva or even his touch.

WESLEY: Speaking of saliva, where is Cordelia?

FRED: What do you mean 'speaking of saliva?' How does saliva make you...

WESLEY: It's a simple question. Where is Cordelia?

FRED: I - I think she went out.

WESLEY: Out? Did she happen to mention where?

FRED: She just - ah - she said an errand.

WESLEY: So when you say you 'think' she went out, what you mean is you 'know' she went out because you spoke to her.

FRED: Well, I suppose I...

WESLEY: Suppose?

FRED: I - I did. Yes, I did.

WESLEY: That's better. (Leans in to look through the microscope again) Lie to me again - and we're going to have a problem.

(...)

(Fred walks around Wes' desk and towards the door while Wes is still looking through the microscope.)

WESLEY: Where're you going?

FRED: I was just gonna call Cordelia, find out where she is for you.

WESLEY: That's not necessary.

FRED: It's not?

WESLEY: No. Sit down Fred.

FRED: It'll just...

WESLEY: Sit! - Down. There's something we need to discuss.

FRED: I'm sorry I didn't tell you Cordelia left. Really I am.

WESLEY: Pffft. We're past that. I've put it behind me. However, we are going to have to make some changes around here.

FRED: Change can be good, I guess.

WESLEY: Like, no more of these provocative little outfits you wear.

FRED: Provocative?

WESLEY: Maybe Mommy and Daddy never explain to you that men - *grown* men - are wired a certain way. You can't be coming in here day after day waving it in my face like this.

FRED: What?

WESLEY: You're practically daring me to take it. Is that what you want?

FRED: Stop it!

WESLEY: Oh, are we standing now? Is that what we're doing?

FRED: This conversation is making me very uncomfortable.

WESLEY: Oh, you're uncomfortable. That's rich! How do you think I feel? What do you think it's like for me with you smelling the way you do?

FRED: Wesley, please.

WESLEY: You think you can taunt a man and get away with it? You brush up close, bat your eyes - and then when our backs are turned, you *laugh* at us.

FRED: No, I would never...

WESLEY: Humiliate us. You think you can do anything you please because you're connected to life, because you bleed, is that it?

FRED: No!

(Wes slaps her open handed across the face. Fred falls to the floor.)

WESLEY: I'll show you blood.

(Fred runs to the side doors, but before she can get them open, Wes grabs her by the hair from behind.)

WESLEY: What do you tell a woman who has two black eyes? Nothing you haven't already told her twice.

(Fred picks herself up and runs upstairs.)

WESLEY: No sense of humor.

(...)

WESLEY: Fred?

(Wes stalks Fred through the dark hotel, battle ax in hand)

WESLEY: Fred? I know what you're doing. What you're up to. Luring me. Forcing me to find you. Oh, it's such a dog and pony show. You beguile me with your girlish ways I pursue you but you never give over, do you? No, you just keep laughing and running. Well, guess what, my love - I'm not some downy-faced schoolboy. (Pushes open another door. This one has the safety chain in place) I'm a man.

(Wes kicks the door open and walks into the room.)

WESLEY: You can't come out into the open, can you? No, you hide, you deceive. It's nothing new. It goes all the way back to Eve. You and the serpent plotting behind our backs. 'Here, honey, eat this. It's just an apple.' That's the problem with your sex - you're all weak, and you're all dirty and you won't be satisfied until you've brought each and everyone of us out of the garden and down into the muck with you!

(Fred is hiding under the bed. Wes pulls the mattress of the frame, exposing her)

WESLEY: Why do you make me do this?

(He drags her out, tries to kiss her, but she fights back and manages to escape)

(...)

WESLEY: I'm still here! I don't run away like a girl. I see things through.

(Fred, running, smashes into Gunn)

GUNN: Shh.

(...)

GUNN: Here.

(they barrade themselves in a room)

GUNN: Now, what the hell happened to Wesley?

FRED: Somehow he got infected. All I can figure it happened while he was working with Billy's blood from the handprint.

GUNN: You mean, that - that fingerprinty-looking handprint downstairs is Billy's blood? So you're saying that Wes turned into a psycho killer because of that bloody handprint that - I picked up and looked at?

FRED: When you put it that way, it kinda worries me.

(Gunn starts to unbarrade the door)

GUNN: I better get out of here. Lock the door behind me.

(but Wes starts attacking the door with the ax)

GUNN: Well, uh - maybe we go to plan 'B.'

FRED: Oh, god. You know when you said we go to plan B? What's plan B?

GUNN: Ah - plan B - Ah - plan B...

FRED: Charles...?

GUNN: (harsh) Plan B is the plan where if you don't stop whining I bash in your... (Stops, his eyes going wide) Oh, god.

(...)

(Gunn picks up a chair and smashes it against the wall, breaking it to pieces.)

FRED: Charles, you're scaring me!

GUNN: Take this and knock me out. Knock me out!

FRED: You want me to hit you?

GUNN: Yes!

FRED: I can't!

GUNN: You might want to. HIT ME!

FRED: Charles, please...

GUNN: (mocking) Charles, please. - Fine. Then give it back to me so I can smash your *stupid* head with it. Gimme the damn chair leg!

(Fred hits him over the head)

GUNN: You're gonna pay for that.

(Fred hits him again, and he's out)

(...)

(Wes breaks into the room, spots Gunn, but no Fred.)

WESLEY: Would you like to hear my theory, Fred? - It's about how stupid you are. - I believe that after five years of living in a cave - you'll instinctively retreat to small dark places, rather than run outside where you'd be safe. Let's finish this.

(He pulls the closet door open - only to see in the mirror on the inside of the door that Fred is standing behind him.)

FRED: I'm sorry, Wesley.

WESLEY: You're sorry?

FRED: You were right about me liking dark places to hide in. But you forgot I also like to build things.

(Fred pulls on a rope. A fire extinguisher swings free and hits Wes, knocking him back onto the tarp. He falls through the place in the floor that broke under Fred's weight earlier.)

• Gunn & Fred
• Wesley & Fred

written by: Tim Minear & Jeffrey Bell; Original transcript anonymous. Edited and formatted for this site by me.. Full transcript at:
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