(back from commercial, we miss the explosion, but pick up with Spike & Angel standing in the wreckage)

SPIKE: Civilized country? Look what that squeaker did to my jacket!

ANGEL: After everything we've been through, you're pissed about a jacket.

SPIKE: No, not *a* jacket. *My* jacket. You have no idea what I went through to get this.

ANGEL: You stripped it off a body of a dead slayer.

SPIKE: Well, which gives it great sentimental value. Besides, I've been wearin' it for over 30 years. It's like a part of me.

ANGEL: Get over it. Buy a new one.

SPIKE: It's my second skin. It's who I am. It's just one more thing he's taken away that I'll never get back.

(Cut to W&H Rome, where Ilona helps Spike put on a new black leather duster just like his old one.)

SPIKE: Yeah! This is good.

ILONA: I'm glad you like, because I sent another 10 of them to Los Angeles for you along with a fine assortment of shoes.

(Angel walks in wearing a waist-length white, red, and black leather motorcycle jacket.)

ILONA: (gasps) You! Guarda! Come sei bello! Sei bellissimo! Bellissimo! You look gorgeous! Oh!

ANGEL: You know, I'm not sure this is me.

ILONA: No, no, no, no, no. This is the latest style. You will define handsome for years to come. Ha ha ha! Now, what happened to the drop? No grazie, prego, kiss-kiss?

ANGEL: Grazie, prego, ka-boom.

ILONA: Ohh! Oh, they always do this to first-timers in this country. Did I not mention that?

ANGEL: That's it. Call up the helicopters.

SPIKE: And the assault team.

ANGEL: We're gettin' our head back.

ILONA: No, no, no. I love the two of you so much, but brute force will only get your precious head smooshed. You have done such fine quality work.

(she escorts them to the door)

ILONA: Now, please, relax. Let us handle it from here. Sometimes you have to put your fate in a higher power.

ANGEL: We're heroes. We don't need any higher power.

ILONA: I'll be in touch.

(closes the doors to her office)

ANGEL: (talking to the closed door) We make our own fate. We don't need anybody cleaning up our mess. You know, we're champions!

(Spike pounds on the door; Angel tries to open it, but it's locked)

ANGEL: Got this under control.

(pounding on door)

ANGEL: You know, we're just gonna? We're?

(leans against the door and sighs)

ANGEL: Should we just go home?

SPIKE: (sighs) Oh, God, yes. Couldn't get me out of this rat hole of a country fast enough.

• Angel & Spike
• Funnies
• Wolfram & Hart

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