(hospital)

OVERHEISER: Any word?

GRAHAM: They'll be here any minute.

GRAHAM: That's soon enough, right? I mean, if we bring him in now?

OVERHEISER: I'll be honest. I'm not sure it's soon enough if you brought him in yesterday.

(Knock on the door. Graham turns.)

GRAHAM: Finally.

(He opens the door to see the security guard apparently standing there. Then the guard falls forward, his head hitting Graham's. Graham falls back and the guard falls on top of him as we see Harmony walking in behind the dead guard. )

SPIKE: You got yourself a new patient, doc.

(Blackout. When we rejoin them, they're in a operating classroom)

OVERHEISER: Look, you don't understand. This is a complicated neurological procedure and I've never performed it before.

SPIKE: Little performance anxiety, eh doc? Butterflies in the old belly? Harm, do us a favor. Shoot the nasty butterflies for the good doctor.

(Overheiser looks from Harmony to Spike and moves toward the operating table)

SPIKE: There you go. It's not so complicated. Just do whatever those Initiative lab monkeys did, only backwards.

OVERHEISER: This is a medical school, not a proper operating facility, these instruments...

SPIKE: (sighs) They look pointy enough. They'll do.

OVERHEISER: You're not listening. That chip is deeply imbedded in your cerebral cortex. Removing it could leave you a vegetable.

SPIKE: That's not gonna happen, mate. See, I have faith in your survival instinct.

(He looks significantly over at Harmony. Overheiser looks too. Harmony smiles and lifts the crossbow.)

SPIKE: (smiling) Yeah. You'll have me up and killing before the night's over.

(Note: although it sounds like "killing," and the closed-captions say "killing," his lips clearly say "fighting.")

SPIKE: Come on, doc! (nudges the doctor with his foot) You'll do me right. Nothing bad'll happen to you.

(Suddenly an arrow flies across the room, narrowly missing the doctor, and lodging in the wall opposite. Spike and Overheiser look at it, startled, then look over at Harmony.)

HARMONY: (grinning apologetically) Oops. String was slippy.

• Spike's defanging

written by: Rebecca Kirshner; Transcribed by Joan the English Chick (pisces@englishchick.com).. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/82outofmymind.html