Showing posts with label Jars. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jars. Show all posts

Monday 5 November 2018

Jars





The Gane is a Foot and The Door is a Jar.

Q : Why Would You Put a Jar on a Car...?

A: To Ride Out The Storm.

GUNN
Taking out Angel's soul. Putting it in a jar. I hope we know what we're doing.

Cut to:

6     INT.     OFFICE AT HOTEL / ANGEL INVESTIGATIONS
Cordelia walks into the office where Lorne, Fred, and Gunn are staring at the safe. 

FRED
Angel's soul. It's gone.

Pan over to show the empty safe.




She heads out the door to go take her exam. Willow picks up the bundle 
of sage and sniffs it some more.

 Willow:  Mm, sage. I love that smell. (reaches into a jar) And marnox 
root. You know, a smidge of this mixed with a virgin's saliva... (gets a 
look from Giles) Does something I know nothing about. 
Giles:  These forces are not something that one plays around with, 
Willow. What have you been conjuring?
 Willow:  Nothing... much. Well, you know, I tried this spell to cure 
Angel, and I guess that was a bust. But since then, you know, small 
stuff: floating feather, fire out of ice, which next time I won't do on 
the bedspread. (Giles looks down) Are you mad at me? 
Giles:  (looks up) No, of course not, no. If I were, I would be making a 
strange clucking sound with my tongue. 
 Willow is embarrassed and smiles cutely up at him



.Cut to:

46     INT.     LOBBY AT HOTEL / ANGEL INVESTIGATIONS
Wesley and Willow are preparing a spell. There's a bubbling jar in front of Willow.

WILLOW
Look, it's working. 

WESLEY
I thought Delothrian's Arrow was used to protect good magicks.

WILLOW
It is.

WESLEY
So, how can you use it to break the jar? The Muo-Ping is a sacred object. It's holy.

WILLOW
It's glass, therefore crunchable. The sacred's what's inside. "All life a container..."

WESLEY
"...For the heart of all life." You've studied the Daharim.

WILLOW
It had to be something specific. There's lots of jars in the world—can't shatter them all. 

I mean, you could, but good things come in jars. Peanut butter, jelly, those two-headed fetal pigs at the natural history museum. (Wes doesn't respond) 

Come on, everybody loves fetal pigs.

WESLEY
(leans forward) Sorry. I think my sense of humor's trapped in a jar somewhere.

WILLOW
Does seem like you've given in to the grumpy side of the force.

WESLEY
A lot's happened. Not just Angelus. 

I've been—I've changed. 

I've seen a Darkness in myself. 

I'm not sure you'd even begin to understand—

WILLOW
I flayed a guy alive and tried to Destroy The World.

WESLEY
Oh. So... 

(stands, doesn't make eye-contact

WILLOW
Darkness. 

Been There.

WESLEY
Yeah. Well, I never flayed... (seems sickened)  

I had a woman chained in a closet.

WILLOW
Hey.

WESLEY
That doesn't compare.

WILLOW
No, Dark. 

That's Dark. 

You've been to a place.

WESLEY
You seem exactly the same as when I left. No other major changes I'm not up on?

WILLOW
(shrugs) Just little things. So, uh, Fred. What's her story?