(Spike comes woozily out of his swoon)

DANA: Piece...by piece.

SPIKE: (slurred) What'd you do...

DANA: Shh! Stay quiet. I'll let you go.

SPIKE: You're homicidal. What did you do... to me?

DANA: Losing all your pieces. Not weak. Can't touch me anymore.

(Spike lifts his bandaged arms, revealing that his hands have been removed at mid-forearm. fade to black and resume.)

SPIKE: (softly) Oh, God. Can't feel ...mmy...

(Dana punches Spike in the face)

DANA: No! No more daddy... no more mommy... no more hands. Can't touch me ever again.

SPIKE: I never touched you.

DANA: (punches Spike) Shh!

SPIKE: Stop. Stop. You got it wrong. Your brain's all jumbled. I never hurt you. It wasn't me. I've done my share of bad, but you're not one of 'em. It's someone else.

(Dana stares at Spike. She flashes back to her captor carrying her across the room. The captor looks like Spike at first, but she flashes another memory... and it's someone else. A brown-haired, heavier man.)

SPIKE: You've got me confused with another man. Visions...are mixing... with your real memories. All right? Got 'em stuffed in your head. Other slayers, other places. New York... China...

DANA: (speaking Chinese)

SPIKE: Yeah. That's what you're remembering—other slayers.

DANA: You killed her.

SPIKE: (sadly) Yes. But—

DANA: You killed them both.

SPIKE: (whispering) That and worse. But I was never here.

(punches Spike repeatedly in the face)

DANA: Doesn't matter! Head and heart. Keep cutting till you see dust.

(she's preparing to take the bone saw to him again, but Angel suddenly arrives and flings her away)

ANGEL: Dana...look, I'm here to help you. The man who tried to hurt you? His name is Walter Kindel. He tried to rob a liquor store 5 years ago, and the police shot him. He—he's dead, Dana.

DANA: Hold still.

ANGEL: He can't hurt you anymore.

DANA: Can't hurt me. Not weak anymore.

ANGEL: That's right.

DANA: (balls her fists, snarls) Strong. Slayer.

(she charges Angel, and they fight. Finally, Angel manages to pin her against himself long enough to give Wes a shot with a tranq gun)

ANGEL: Now!

(she collpases)

GUARDS: We got her. Move in.

(Angel spots Spike's disconnected hands, sitting on a dusty table)

ANGEL: Get the med team down here. Now!

(Spike half-smiles and passes out. Outside, the A-team/W&H machine swings into action)

FRED: (on her cell phone) Get it prepped. Put surgical on standby. We'll be there in 10 minutes. Oh, for God's sake! Tell the shaman no cadavers. (sighs, glances at the medical transport cooler) We've got his hands.

(she gets in the ambulance with Spike. Angel and Wesley escort Dana's gurney out of the basement along with a group of armed guards. )

• Angel & Spike

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/5x11_tran.php