(at the drop site)

DEMON BUTLER: You must be so lonely. Your girlfriend has become lovers with The Immortal. How unfortunate for you. And how fortunate for her.

ANGEL: You know The Immortal?

DEMON BUTLER: But of course.

ANGEL: Ha! I knew it. None of this is a coincidence.

SPIKE: Been his plan all along. Steal our head, keep us busy, and traipse off with my girl.

(Angel gives him a look)

SPIKE: (correcting himself) Our girl.

ANGEL: It's a setup. You're just his lackey.

DEMON BUTLER: I should be so lucky. The Immortal does not need men like me to do his business. He is a wild card, a wolf removed from the pack, a stallion without, uh, the bridle.

SPIKE: (sarcastically) What, are you in love with him?

DEMON BUTLER: No, no, no, no. Well, OK, yes. But if anything, he's more of a, uh, inspiration, a spiritual guide. Have you read his book? It's a life changer.

ANGEL: (whispers to Spike) I'm gettin' a little tired of Italy.

SPIKE: Know what you mean.

(Angel and Spike start fighting the men surrounding them.)

DEMON BUTLER: Oh, look. The Americans are relying on violence to solve their problems. What a surprise.

(the goons play keep-away with the head, till it winds up with the head demon )

DEMON BUTLER : OK. No more games!

(pulls out a gun and aims it at the bag)

DEMON BUTLER: One more step, and the head gets it, hey? We are not animals. We are italiano. You give us the money, we give you the head.

(Angel and Spike don't move; they just stare)

DEMON BUTLER: You give us the money, we give you the head.

(Angel and Spike stare)

DEMON BUTLER: The money, the head. The money?

ANGEL: Yeah. We get it. (jabs Spike) Money.

(Spike gets the money and walks toward the demon. he holds out the money, but pulls it back)

SPIKE: Hey.

(they switch bags at the same time)

DEMON BUTLER: Arrivederci, americanos. It was a pleasure to do the business with you.

(chuckles; he and his men leave)

SPIKE: Don't believe him for a second. The Immortal's neck-deep in all of this.

ANGEL: 'Course he is. He's screwin' us. He's screwed us before, and he's screwin' us now.

SPIKE: Yeah. Every time we hear his bleeding name, we end up standin' in the strada holdin' the bag.

(Spike unzips the bag to look inside, and instead of the head, a ticking bomb is inside, counting down in seconds from 0:05 ? 0:04 ? 0:03 ? 0:02 ? 0:01. Cut to commercial)

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written by: Steven S. DeKnight & Drew Goddard; Original transcript by CariCranberry. Edited & formatted by me.. Full transcript at:
http://www.buffyworld.com/angel/season5/transcripts/5x20_tran.php