SPIKE: See? This isn't so bad now. Little field trip out in the... well, what passes in this city for fresh air. All we need now is to bag ourselves a Boretz demon, we got ourselves a perfect date.

ILLYRIA: Angel does not think the casualties of this creature are important enough to avenge.

SPIKE: Yeah. I think corporate living's made him lose his love for the hunt. No worries. More for me then.

ILLYRIA: It does not serve his interest.

SPIKE: What are you on about?

ILLYRIA: I've seen this before with many rulers. Your leader has been corrupted.

SPIKE: Hey, hang on. In the first place, Angel's not my leader. In the second, what the bloody hell do you mean corrupted?

ILLYRIA: It always begins the same. A ruler turns a blind eye to the dealings of battles from which he cannot gain... and a deaf ear to the counsel of those closest to him. As his strength increases, so does the separation between he and his follow--

SPIKE: Shh. (looks around) You smell that?

ILLYRIA: The odors of everything in this world of men are equally repugnant to me.

SPIKE: Bloody helpful. You're wrong about Angel. Not that I don't think the sod could end up being a megalomaniacal bastard. It's just that if he did... I'd know it. I'd feel it.

ILLYRIA: You'll have proof soon enough. A corrupted ruler on such a path sees treachery and betrayal all around him. He cannot suffer intimates and will eventually turn against them.

SPIKE: Guess I don't have to worry about that, 'cause Angel and me have never been intimate. Except that one...

ILLYRIA: Mark me. He will murder one of you.

DROGYN: Actually, he already has.

SPIKE: Drogyn?

ILLYRIA: Who is this?

SPIKE: The guardian of the Deeper Well. Greenskeeper of your graveyard, so to speak.

ILLYRIA: My jailer.

DROGYN: Illyria...

SPIKE: (looks above Drogyn) Boretz.

(The Boretz demon jumps down and a fight ensues. When Spike gets flung, Illyria steps in)

SPIKE: Stay away from its mouth! It's bite's poisonous. Go for its knees. I think there's a weak spot--

(sees Illyria dispatch the demon easily)

SPIKE: (impressed) OK. Yeah! That might do it.

(he walks over to Drogyn)

SPIKE: Drogyn. What the hell are you doing here? Oh, don't give me your ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies bugaboo.

DROGYN: I came to find you.

SPIKE: Oh, so you tacked up a sign on your tree, waved bye to the Keeblers, hopped the puddle, and somehow managed to sniff me out in a city of 10 million?

DROGYN: (weakly) I can find anyone who's visited the well... be they in this world or any other. I--I came to--to warn you-- (collapses)

SPIKE: Warn?

ILLYRIA: He's bleeding.

SPIKE: You're all torn up, mate. What did this to you, the Boretz, was it?

DROGYN: No. It was Angel.

• Angel & Spike

written by: David Fury; Original transcript by CariCranberry. Edited & formatted by me.. Full transcript at:
http://www.buffyworld.com/angel/season5/transcripts/5x21_tran.php