Cut to the atrium at the mansion. Angelus stands by the fountain bare- chested, breathing frantically and scrubbing himself hard with the water.

SPIKE: You might want to let up. They say when you've drawn blood, you've exfoliated.

Angelus: What do you know about it? I'm the one who was friggin' violated. You didn't have this thing in you.

DRUSILLA: What was it? A demon?

Angelus: Love!

DRUSILLA: Poor Angel.

Angelus: Let's get outta here. I need a real vile kill before sunup to wipe this crap out of my system.

DRUSILLA: Of course. We'll find you a nice toddler. (to Spike) Want to come, pet?

Angelus: No can do, Dru. I'm sure he'd be hell on wheels, but we don't have much time. (to Spike) Gotta travel light. (puts his hands on Spike's shoulders) Sorry. Try to have fun without me. (they exit)

SPIKE: Oh, I will. (gets out of the wheel chair) Sooner than you think.

• Angel & Spike
• the life & times of Angelus

written by: Marti Noxon; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
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