BUFFY: This guy was hard-core, Giles. And Angel was power-freaked by that ring.

GILES: I'm afraid he was not overreacting. This ring is worn only by members of the Order of Taraka. It's a society of deadly assassins dating back to King Solomon.

XANDER: And didn't they beat the Elks this year in the Sunnydale adult bowling league championships?

GILES: Their credo is to sow discord and kill the unwary.

XANDER: Bowling is a vicious game.

GILES: That's enough, Xander! Sorry. It's just not the time for jokes. I need to think.

BUFFY: These assassins, why are they after me?

WILLOW: 'Cause you're the scourge of the underworld?

BUFFY: I haven't been that scourgey lately.

GILES: I don't know, I don't know. I think the best thing we can do is to find a secure location. Somewhere out of the way you can go until we decide on the best course of action.

BUFFY: Okay, now you and Angel have both said to head for the hills. Are you saying I can't handle this, that I'm not strong enough to fight these people?

GILES: They're a breed apart, Buffy. U-unlike vampires they have no earthly desires, but to collect their bounty. They find a target, and, uh... they eliminate it. You can kill as many of them as you like, it won't make any difference. Where there's one, there will be another, and another. They won't stop coming until the job is done. Each one of them works alone. His own way. Some are human, some... a-are not. Y-you won't know who they are until they strike.

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