Sarah Michelle Gellar - Spike♥Buffy #221: B/C he truly cared about her mom and sister. - Page 6

flightless♥bird · 04-17-2013, 08:27 PM

And it came out perfect

I kinda wonder what it was like before though too

Jaime Bee · 04-17-2013, 08:35 PM

It's ok but not nearly as good IMO.

I've read the shooting script a long time ago.

Buffyworld has it.

flightless♥bird · 04-17-2013, 09:00 PM

I guess Joss did right then

Buffyworld has it? I should check. Haven't been in forever.

THAT PARALLEL

Jaime Bee · 04-17-2013, 09:07 PM

It makes me wonder how long Joss planned Spike's redemption. I know it wasn't Season 4 but maybe by Season 5.

Here is the Orig BY ending.

INT. CHURCH - NIGHT

Twin heavy doors swing slowly open and Buffy enters the church. She hears the sound of sobbing.

She walks in, cautiously, drawing a stake.

Buffy's P.O.V.: We see a figure, its back to us, sitting in one of the pews, rocking gently back and forth.

Buffy approaches. It is Spike, sitting alone, looking as lost and frightened as he can. He speaks softly and sanely.

SPIKE
I figured it out. Took awhile, yeah,
but ... I think the real problem
is ...
He looks to Buffy, eyes wide, vulnerable,

SPIKE (cont'd)
I was once this really nice guy.
Buffy remains cautious, keeping her distance.

BUFFY
So that's the problem.
SPIKE
I think.

BUFFY
Got news, Spike. You're not that
nice.

Spike laughs, quietly, enjoying the irony of a good joke.

SPIKE
Yeah. I've been ... well come on,
Let's face it, been a one-man
slaughterhouse, last hundred years.
Raping. Murdering. And for what?
(heat)
Kicks.
He stands in the pew, bows his head in reverence.

SPIKE (cont'd)
William the Bloody awful poet,
skipping down the lane ... good boy,
bad boy, all the sodding same.
You like it? Wrote that one myself.
He rolls his head around slowly, up to the ceiling, staring.

SPIKE (cont'd)
Is it hot enough in here to burn all
your mortal sins away?
And suddenly, vampire-fast, he stands straight up.

SPIKE (cont'd)
Or am I just crazy?
He laughs, steps from the pew, into the aisle.

SPIKE (cont'd)
Stuffy. Stuffed. Full, packed,
sorry mate, no room, out you go,
we're packed to the bloody brim,
standing room only and no room for
that. We. Are. Full.
Buffy steps back, giving him a wide berth. Spike lurches forward, up the church aisle, zig-zagging left and right, but always moving forward.

SPIKE (cont'd)
Full of sin. Full of guilt. Full of
hate and love and loss and feeling.
Full of it, quite frankly and it's
been so long.
(laughs)
Since we felt anything here. Rusty
switchboard, sparked to life, bound
to be more'n a few sharp shocks.
Buffy slowly following behind, never losing grip on that stake, and watching ...

SPIKE (cont'd)
Right? RIGHT?!? Shh. Quiet.
Church. His house. Place of clasped
hands, reverent hymns, and massive
raw amounts of BEGGING. On your
knees, boy. Beg him. BEG HIM ...
And we see where Spike is heading: at the head of the altar, there stands a large, carved-stone CRUCIFIX.

SPIKE (cont'd)
... for forgiveness.
BUFFY
Spike ...

SPIKE
Buffy. I can't sleep. Can't think.
There's voices and darkness and
blindness and pain and help me, I
I...

He keeps walking, slowly, up the aisle. Gets to the altar's steps and keeps going ... straight to the cross.

BUFFY
You have a soul.
Spike stops at the cross. Responds without looking back.

SPIKE
I do indeed.
He wearily lets his head rest upon the stone crucifix. And STEAM rises from where his flesh makes contact. He grimaces, but does not scream.

SPIKE (cont'd)
And it's killing me.
He reaches out and HUGS the crucifix with both arms. Steam rises from his palms.

SPIKE (cont'd)
God ...
He releases the cross, slowly pulling back and turning to Buffy

SPIKE (cont'd)
God hates me. You hate me. I hate
myself more than ever.
Buffy wants to step forward but does not.

BUFFY
But why'd you do it ...?
SPIKE
You know why. I got my soul back ...

He keeps turning, now facing Buffy, barely able to stand on his feet, wobbling a bit - and holding his arms out wide.

SPIKE (cont'd)
... So I could be the kind of ...
(laughs)
... Person ... you could care for,
the man you would come to ... the man
you could love.
Spike GRINS through bloody teeth. The burn marks stand out fresh upon his forehead and palms. He looks like death, and any second he's going to collapse.

And still, it's like something terribly sad is actually, deep down funny - and only he gets the joke.

He walks toward Buffy. Staggering gently. Eyeing the stake she still holds in her hand. He's drawn to it - and to her.

SPIKE (cont'd)
I was the enemy, then I was nothing,
and now I'm God's garbage, not even
a joke, less than, less than, less
than all His creatures combined so
tell me, dear Buffy ...
Buffy lets him approach, unmoving, but not letting go of that stake, either.

He barely makes it to her - and SLAMS straight down, to his KNEES. And opens his arms wide.

SPIKE (cont'd)
How ya like me now?
Buffy's mind goes a long way trying to come up with the answer, but her mouth cannot speak and we:

BLACK OUT.

END OF SHOW