(The building starts to shake. Partygoers scream and head for the door, but tremors are knocking them down. Spike sitting calmly in his chair as people run around panicking. Spike smiles.)

SPIKE: Well, this party's starting to liven up after all.

(Suddenly straps shoot out of the chair he's sitting in, wrapping around his chest, wrists, legs, and one over his mouth. He drops his plastic cup of beer.)

SPIKE: Mmph!

FORREST: Graham, quit standing around! Help get these people to safety!

GRAHAM: Touch not the impure thing...

FORREST: What?!

GRAHAM: Or ye shall perish. Find salvation in the cross of our lord and savior.

FORREST: Right.

(He goes to the wall and flips a switch. Grabs Graham and turns him to face the wall as the green scanner light travels across their faces.)

COMPUTER VOICE: Retinal scan accepted.

(Elevator opens. Forrest gets in, looks back at Graham, who just stands there. Forrest grabs him and pulls him into the elevator. The door closes. Meanwhile, Anya sees a girl screaming and waving her arms, running toward her. The girl runs right to Anya and through her. Anya gasps and puts her hands on her stomach. Looks behind her but the girl has disappeared. Anya looks around. The shaking begins again. Cut to the bottom of the stairs. Willow, Xander and Tara coming down. Anya runs over to them.)

XANDER: Anya. We gotta get out of here. Come on!

(Books start flying off the shelves and attacking them. They all duck and run away. Shot of Spike struggling, managing to pull the restraints off himself. Jumps out of the chair and runs off. The gang and a few others running toward the door and out. Xander looks back and sees Julie, bald, staggering toward him.)

JULIE: Please help me.

(Xander runs over and grabs her, helps her toward the door. There are patchy clumps of hair still on her head but she's mostly bald. Cut to the Initiative labs: people working on computers. Forrest and Graham enter. They go over to a scientist who's on the phone.)

FORREST: We got trouble upstairs.

SCIENTIST: (into phone) Now.

FORREST: Some sort of disembodied presence in the house.

SCIENTIST: We've been paging you.

FORREST: Whatever this thing's outputting, it must be scrambling all the frequencies.

SCIENTIST: Guard section 2, level 5 precautions. If the cell door locking mechanisms malfunction ... you know what to do.

FORREST: Got it.

(Scientist walks off. Forrest looks at Graham.)

FORREST: You with me?

GRAHAM: I'm good.

FORREST: Let's lock it down.

(They walk off.)

written by: Tracey Forbes; Transcript by joan the english chick (pisces@englishchick.com). Full transcript at:
http://www.buffyworld.com/buffy/season4/transcripts/74_tran.htm