This is one of those very touchy episodes. the character Cassie left a huge impression and is the best 'one episode'- character. sometimes you cannot help. also Cassie's poems touch me. this is one of season 7's best episodes.
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This episode is breath-taking. I admit that I didn't like it as much the first few times I saw it. but then I started to realize how good it actually is. Buffy becomes a counselor and this girl says she is going to die no matter what on Friday. Buffy tries everything to save her but this wasn't meant to be. it was fait. the character of Cassie really grows onto you even if for one episode. specially her sad and beautiful poem.
cut to Buffy, Xander and Dawn in a place with dead people and this woman is gonna be buried and Buffy is afraid of tomorrow because she has to talk to kids and then the vamp woman wakes up and Buffy slays her.
the credits start
cut to some kids coming over to Buffy and Adanda kicked someone’s ass and others talk and one is bored and the other doesn't want to talk. cut to Xander and Willow walking outside and she says she is afraid of becoming evil and doesn't know if she can help them without becoming bad and then she goes to the gravestone of Tara and she touches the name. cut to everyone talking to Buffy again. one guy feels lonely and other thinks he’s gay and then Dawn comes to Buffy and then a girl named Cassie says that she is not gonna graduate because next Friday she's gonna die. she says she just knows but she is not gonna kill herself and that Buffy should ware a sweater and that there will be coins underground. and then she goes away.
cut to Buffy talking about it to Wood but he says sometimes students say awful things but Buffy wants to do more she wants to stop Cassie but then she ruins her sweater with coffee and realized what Cassie said. cut to Buffy going to Dawn and giving her a job. cut to Cassie talking to her friend Mike and he wants to go to a dance with her but she doesn't want to and then Dawn goes to talk to her and Cassie doesn't write anything down anymore and Mike goes and Cassie knows what for grade he's gonna get and she says that she's not gonna be around the night of that dance and Dawn doesn't understand. cut to Buffy's house and they don't think Cassie really knows and then they search her website and she has poems of dying and then Dawn arrives and she thinks that Mike is the killers. then they find the site of her father who is a alcoholic and Buffy and Xander leave to go to his house.
cut to his house and they tell him they think he's gonna hurt his daughter but he says he loves his daughter and they leave and they see Cassie outside who says he’s not it and she's thankful and she doesn't know how she's gonna die she just know she is. and she doesn't want to die but there is other way and that something is gonna kill her. cut to a cult with pictures of Cassie and they burn those up. cut to Buffy on school reading another poem and cut to Cassie reading it in her room. cut to Spike and Buffy goes over to him and he goes crazy again and tells her to not let them hurt the girl because he hurt her. cut to Mike walking through the halls and bumping into Buffy and she asks him but he says he's not mad and he wants to ask Dawn out and Buffy gets mad because it was his second choice. then Wood opens a locker and coins fall out so Buffy asks who’s it is.
cut to Buffy with the locker guy and she forced him to talk and he knows what she's talking about and tells her. cut to Dawn and Cassie being out and Cassie knows about Dawn but Dawn says she's worried and wants to be her friend and Cassie says she is and then a guy comes over and Cassie says that whatever happens it's not her fault and that guy is lame and when he goes away Dawn noticed that Cassie is gone too. cut to the cult going to sacrifice her but then Buffy appears to be there and starts to kick everyone and the demon comes and she fights it. Spike arrives with fire and Buffy burns up the demon and Spike cuts Cassie loose and she says that one day she'll tell him. then the demon explodes and Spike leaves. Buffy and Cassie outside and something almost kills her and Buffy says that she can make a difference and Cassie says she will and then dies. cut to the home and they say that Cassie had a heart disease and no matter what she was going to die and sometimes they just can't make a change.
Black Out
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Best episode quotes:
Amanda: Hello?
Buffy: Come in! Hi.
Amanda: Mr. Miller sent me here.
Buffy: Do you know why?
Amanda: I'm not sure. Maybe 'cause this guy was picking on me.
Tough Boy: I don't wanna talk to you.
Buffy: OK. That's fine.
Tough Boy: I'm serious. I don't wanna talk.
Buffy: OK.
Peter: You know, I hate to miss Bio, but I thought it was best I come speak with you.
Buffy: So, what's on your mind?
Peter: On my mind?
Buffy: Are you worried about school? Uh, friends, girls, your parents?
Peter: Yeah, yeah, that's it. My parents.
Buffy: What about them?
Peter: Oh, issues... of divorce.
Buffy: You know, it's awful... being teased. But the thing is, you know, with bullies like this, they're really just—
Amanda: Insecure? Yeah, everyone says that. You know, I'm really tired of everyone being so insecure.
Buffy: Divorce is terrible. My parents got divorced when I was a kid.
Peter: Yeah, my parents are happily married. It's hard. Uh, I feel... left out. B-but I'm also concerned about girls. OK, I'm just bored. Maybe I should get back to Bio?
Buffy: You have to stick up for yourself, Amanda. You need to show this bully that you're not gonna take any more of his sh guff. Uh, any guff.
Amanda: 'Cause that's what I did. I stuck up for myself. The other day after class, I jumped him in the parking lot, and I slammed his stupid-ass insecure face right into the pavement.
Buffy: You what?
Amanda: I guess that's another reason Mr. Miller wanted me to see you. Do you think I should pound on him some more?
Xander: I bet she's giving them great advice.
Willow: Absolutely! Those kids are lucky to have Buffy looking out for them. I just wish she believed it. She's still stressing over the whole "dropped out of college, not actually qualified" thing. Plus the salivating hellmouth underneath her feet and the whole…
Xander: From beneath you, it devours. It's not the friendliest jingle, is it? It's no "I like Ike" or "Milk: it does a body good."
Willow: I know. It's gonna be bad. It's gonna be real bad. And I wonder, will I Well, if it comes When it comes, will I be able to help?
Xander: I think so.
Willow: I don't know. I don't know what I can do. I mean, frankly, I'm—I'm scared of what I might do.
Xander: Yeah, I get that. Figuring out how to control your magic seems a lot like hammering a nail. Well, uh, hear me out. So you're hammering, right? OK, well at the end of the hammer, you have the power, but no control. It takes, like, two strokes to hit the nail in, or you could hit your thumb.
Willow: Ouch.
Xander: So you choke up. Control, but no power. It could take like ten strokes to knock the nail in. Power, control. It's a tradeoff.
Willow: That's actually not a bad analogy.
Xander: Thanks.
Willow: Except... I'm less worried about hitting my thumb, and more worried about going all black-eyed baddy and bewitching that hammer into cracking my friends' skulls open like coconuts.
Xander: Right. Ouch.
Willow: Sorry. Xander, being back here... I don't know...
Xander: It'll take time. Are you sure you're ready for this?
Willow: Hey. It's me.
Tough Boy: I'm scared. I don't want to be left all alone. My brother's joining up with the Marines. Whew. You know, if he knew I was making a fool of myself, he'd smack me in my head. I guess I'm just being stupid.
Buffy: Sounds like your brother's pretty tough.
Tough Boy: Yeah, he's a man. I'm just all messed up right now.
Buffy: You are not messed up. It is not messed up to worry about your brother.
Tough Boy: What if he doesn't come back? What if he gets blown up?
Buffy: Have you talked to him? Have you told him how you feel?
Tough Boy: No. No, I don't wanna talk to him. I don't wanna do that. I don't wanna talk to him.
Buffy: OK.
Tough Boy: You understand?
Buffy: So, Josh, what's on your mind?
Josh: Well, I'm worried that I'm... gay.
Buffy: OK, first of all, I... I think it's great that you would come and talk to me about this. And second of all, you should know that there is nothing shameful about being gay. Nothing.
Josh: I-I know. It's just I'm not positive, so, uh, I was thinking that... why don't you go on, uh, a date with me so I can be sure.
Buffy: It sounds like it's difficult for you. Like maybe your sister makes it hard for you to establish your own identity. You said she's controlling, she doesn't let you make your own decisions
Dawn: Yeah, and she borrows my clothes without asking.
Buffy: I understand. That must be hard. So, you're not doing your homework.
Cassie: I guess not. It all just... seems kind of ... whatever.
Buffy: I know high school can seem kind of frustrating. But if you just get through it, then you can go to college, you know, or you can join the French Foreign Legion, or anything you want.
Cassie: Yeah, well, I'm not gonna do all that stuff.
Buffy: OK, no Foreign Legion. I get that. I mean all the changing your name, and being indentured for all those years, and occupying Algeria...
Cassie: It's just that I'm not graduating from high school.
Buffy: Why not?
Cassie: I really like that shirt. Where'd you get it?
Buffy: Cassie, don't change the subject. Why won't you graduate?
Cassie: Because next Friday I'm gonna die.
Buffy: What?
Cassie: Can we talk about something else?
Buffy: No, we have to talk about this.
Cassie: Just... never mind.
Buffy: Cassie, what makes you feel like this?
Cassie: Feel like what?
Buffy: Like you wanna hurt yourself.
Cassie: Oh, I'm I'm not gonna commit suicide if - if that's what you're saying. No way.
Buffy: OK then. Then what are you saying?
Cassie: Look, I don't mean to be a pain. You seem really nice, and I know you're just trying to help. But I'm wasting your time.
Buffy: No you're not. This is why I'm here. Cassie, please tell me, why do you think you're gonna die?
Cassie: I don't think it, I know it. I just know.
Buffy: What do you mean, you know? A-are you saying that someone's going to hurt you? Has someone threatened you?
Cassie: No. No, I just know that next Friday I'm gonna die. Some things I just know. I don't know how, I just do. Like I know there will be coins…
Buffy: Coins?
Cassie: Mm-hmm. Lots of coins. Weird ones. And I know that you'll go someplace dark underground. I-I don't know.
Buffy: What do you mean underground?
Cassie: And I know you'll try to help
Buffy: Cassie, I-I don't understand what you're saying.
Cassie: But you can't, OK? I gotta go. Trig. I don't want Mr. Corrigan sending me Principal Wood again.
Buffy: Cassie, please
Cassie: Thanks for being so nice. I really do like that shirt. You should put a sweater on so it doesn't get stained. I gotta go.
Buffy: Cassie, wait, please—
Cassie: Gotta go.
Buffy: What am I supposed to do?
Robin: Well, you did what you were supposed to do. You reported the situation to me.
Buffy: And...
Robin: Listen, Buffy, it's hard. Kids this age... they're hurting, they're pissed off, and they say things. Sometimes they say awful things. When I was in high school, I had a thing with this guy, right? Real bully. I kept telling everyone that he'd better sleep with one eye open 'cause I was gonna bust his ass. Well, I got suspended. Talk like that is taken pretty seriously where I come from.
Buffy: The hood?
Robin: Beverly Hills... which is a hood. Listen, the point is, I was talking big because I was scared. I couldn't bust a move back in high school, let alone someone's ass. Most of the time, that's what it is when these students act out. Fear, pain
Buffy: But sometimes, it's not just talk, right?
Robin: Every time there's a threat like this, we do the same dance. Inform teachers, search lockers, but we can't we can't know what's gonna happen, and we can't search their brains. We just we just do what we can.
Buffy: It's not enough. I need to fix this. I don't usually get a heads up before somebody dies.
Robin: What do you mean usually?
Buffy: No. No, not since I mean, I'm sure it's not usual to get a chance to stop something like I just I need to do something, OK? I have to make this better, Oh! Oh, shoot.
Mike: What're you drawing?
Cassie: Don't you have a history test to study for?
Mike: When are you gonna design me a tattoo?
Cassie: A tattoo? Oh, right. I could imagine that.
Mike: Come on. Design something. I mean, maybe we could get matching tattoos. How 'bout like a snake with fire coming out of its mouth.
Cassie: Hmm. Or a sexy hula girl who wiggles when you flex?
Mike: Yeah, now you're talking. Sexy hula girl. But a sexy snake hula girl.
Cassie: You are so ridiculous.
Mike: So, I was thinking... maybe we should go to that dance after all.
Cassie: What do you mean "after all." I told you I don't wanna go.
Mike: Well, I assumed you were kidding.
Cassie: It would probably be lame anyways.
Mike: Well, yeah, but lame is funny… and, you know, maybe fun if, you know, we're hanging out together.
Cassie: We hang out together all the time.
Mike: Right. And therefore we should hang out together at the winter formal.
Dawn: Hey. Um, I'm in ceramics class with you. I'm Dawn Summers. I forgot if we had an assignment last week. I spaced.
Cassie: Right. Um. Hey, Dawn. Uh, yeah, you know we did have an assignment, but I didn't write it down. I think something to do with glazes...
Mike: As scintillating as the pottery talk is, I'd better actually go study. I'm Mike, by the way.
Dawn: Hi, Mike. I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to
Mike: Oh, don't worry about it. I better go hit the books if I'm gonna ace this test. Nice meeting you, though. Cass, I'll see you later?
Cassie: Yep. Hey, Mike, you're gonna get a "B".
Mike: Oh, "A+" baby, "A+".
Dawn: So, um, is that any good?
Cassie: Yeah. Actually, yeah.
Dawn: What do you have to read it for?
Cassie: Oh, just for me, I guess. I kinda stopped reading my homework assignments. I just... read what I want.
Dawn: That's so cool. I'd do that, but my sister'd be down my neck in a second.
Cassie: Summers... hey are you the counselor's little sister?
Dawn: No. She's my sister. Lucky me, huh?
Cassie: No, no, she's-she's really nice. I actually just saw her this morning.
Dawn: Oh, really? What about? Uh, I'm sorry, that's none of my business.
Cassie: No, I don't care.
Dawn: So, Mike's a cutie. Are you guys going to that dance?
Cassie: No, I don't think so.
Dawn: Oh. I mean, didn't he ask you?
Cassie: Uh, like 105 times.
Dawn: And you said no?
Cassie: 106 times. No, I-I can't go. I'm not gonna be around that night.
Buffy: Cassie's records all show the same thing. Good grades, good kid, then all of a sudden not so good grades, absenteeism, comments about apathy and depression
Xander: So, the question is, what changed?
Buffy: Right. If she did have some sort of psychic vision, that would explain it.
Willow: Do you really think this girl is some kind of precog?
Buffy: Oh, I don't know. I told you about the shirt, right?
Xander: Buff, you spilled a cup of coffee. I'm not saying you don't have slayer grace, but it's not the first time.
Willow: I mean maybe, just maybe, you're trying so hard to help that you're seeing paranormal when there's just normal.
Buffy: Maybe. But maybe not.
Willow: Want me to check her medical records?
Buffy: Her doctor already sent them.
Xander: Let me see that. Strep throat. Ear infections. Yeast infections. None of my business... no real info here.
Willow: Have you googled her yet?
Xander: Willow, she's 17.
Willow: It's a search engine. Look. OK, let's see what "Cassie Newton" pulls up. Hey, look. Check this. She's got her own site.
Xander: A day and a half of researching, and we finally try looking up her.
Buffy: Wow, that's a lot of poems.
Xander: Poems. Always a sign of pretentious inner turmoil.
Willow: The sheets above me cool my skin like dirt on a mad woman's grave. I rise into the moonlight white and watch the mirror stare Pale fish looks back at me Pale fish that will never swim. My skin is milk for no man to drink. My thighs unused, unclenched. This body is not ready yet. But dirt waits for no woman and coins will buy no time. I hear the chatter
of the bugs. It's they alone will feast.
Xander: OK, death is really on her brain.
Dawn: We all deal with death.
Xander: This girl isn't just dealing, she's giving death a long, sloppy word-kiss. She has a yen for the big dirt-nap.
Willow: I don't know. I mean, a lot of teens post some pretty angsty poetry on the web. I mean, I even posted a melodramatic love poem or two back in the day.
Xander: Love poems?
Willow: I'm over you now, sweetie.
Xander: Love poems!
Buffy: Buffy, the vampire slayer, would break down this door.
Xander: And Buffy, the counselor?
Buffy: Waits.
Cassie: It's not him. He's not the one who does it. Thank you for trying, but I probably shouldn't have told you anything. You're making such a big deal out of it, and I want it to all to just go away.
Xander: Are you talking about killing yourself?
Cassie: No, of course not.
Buffy: Then fight. Try.
Cassie: There's no point. I told you
Buffy: This doesn't sound like someone who really wants to live.
Cassie: You think I want this? You think I don't care? Believe me, I want to...be here, do things. I want to graduate from high school, and I want to go to the stupid winter formal... I have this friend, and it would be fun to go with him. Just to dance and hear lame music to wear a silly dress and laugh and stuff. I'd like to go. There's a lot of stuff I'd like to do. I'd love to ice skate at Rockefeller Center. And I'd love to see my cousins grow up and see how they turn out 'cause they're really mean and I think they're gonna be fat. I'd love to backpack across the country or, I don't know, fall in love, but I won't. I just never will.
Buffy: You will. Cassie, you will. You just have to tell us what you know. You have to tell us everything. Please, help us.
Cassie: I can't. I just know it's gonna happen. I don't know why and I don't know how, but something out there is gonna kill me.
Buffy: I sit alone at my window sill. Trees crackle, sunshine blares...
Cassie: ...and children laugh like death their sharp happiness is a knife to me, One jealous snake on a window sill.They will be here, trees and sun and children with canes and pruney skin when I am but a memory a laugh in the trees of time. I sit alone and try to love them I sit alone, a snake. I sit alone and try to love them I sit alone and laugh.
Buffy: Spike, what are you doing?
Spike: Nothing. If I don't move, if I don't think, if I don't listen to the voices, then I won't hurt...much.
Buffy: I need to ask you something.
Spike: Don't.
Buffy: There's a girl, she's in danger, and she needs your help. Now. Time is running out. It's Friday, the day Cassie said she's going to die.
Spike: I can't. I can't hear you.
Buffy: Is there something evil in the school? Down here, maybe. Spike, please, do you know anything?
Spike: Yes. There's evil. Down here. Right here. I'm a bad man. William is a baaad man. I hurt the girl.
Buffy: Spike, stop it! What did you do?
Spike: I hurt you, Buffy, and I will pay. I am paying because I hurt the girl.
Buffy: Spike. No. It's not me. It's a different girl, OK? Her name is Cassie Newton. Please, do you know anything specific?
Spike: Don't don't leave me. Stay here, and help me be quiet.
Buffy: I think it's worse when I'm here.
Spike: Don't let him hurt the girl.
Cassie: Well, I guess this is goodbye.
Dawn: No. I mean, let me walk you home.
Cassie: Oh, don't worry about it, I'm going to my Mom's. It's kinda far.
Dawn: Far is good.
Cassie: Dawn, I know what's going on here.
Dawn: What?
Cassie: Buffy told you about me, right? She told you to pretend to be my friend?
Dawn: No. Maybe. Cassie, she was scared. She wanted to help you.
Cassie: Well, she can't.
Dawn: Maybe she can. She's not like you think. She's got powers... of helping. And look, she was worried and now I'm worried and I wasn't pretending at all. I really wanted to be your friend.
Cassie: You are my friend.
Dawn: I am?
Cassie: Yeah. Just remember, I'm not as dumb as I look.
Dawn: I'm glad.
Peter: Hey, Summers!
Cassie: Listen, Dawn, whatever happens now, it's not your fault, OK?
Dawn: Uh... Uh, what's up, Peter?
Peter: I was just wondering if anyone had asked you to winter formal.
Dawn: What? Oh, uh, no. not exactly.
Peter: Well, uh, I was just doing a poll. I'll see you.
Dawn: That guy is such an ass. Cassie? Cassie? Cassie!
Peter: Who are you?
Spike: I'm a bad man.
Cassie: She'll tell you. Someday she'll tell you.
Peter: Help! Help me, please! I'm bleeding.
Buffy: Sorry. My office hours are 10 to 4.
Buffy: It's all OK now. I hope you're not too disappointed. See? You can make a difference.
Cassie: And you will.
Willow: How is her mom?
Buffy: OK. As OK as... she told me that her family had a history of heart irregularities, but she never told Cassie.
Willow: Cassie didn't know? Then it was fate?
Xander: I think she was gonna die, no matter what, wasn't she. Didn't matter what you did.
Buffy: She just knew. She was special. I failed her.
Dawn: Uh-uh. No. You didn't, 'cause you tried. You listened, and you tried. She died 'cause of her heart, not 'cause of you. She was my friend because of you. I guess sometimes you can't help.
Buffy: So what then? What do you do when you know that? When you know that maybe you can't help?
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Story: 10
Acting: 10
Writing: 10
Picture: 10
Gripping: 10
My Rank: 10
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Total: 10