(Illyria and Drogyn try to decipher Spike's console game system)

DROGYN: It is a test, a task of some sort. You must collect those crystals. And the fruit.

ILLYRIA: Why?

DROGYN: Old one... you have no right to walk this Earth. Your time is past. You belong to the Well.

ILLYRIA: Truly. I wish now I had never been brought out of it.

DROGYN: Do you?

ILLYRIA: I don't know. I play this game... it's pointless and annoys me... and yet, I'm compelled to play on. Does that not--

(Hamilton bursts violently in)

HAMILTON: Well, looky, looky who's making friends.

DROGYN: Marcus.

HAMILTON: Dro, how have you been?

ILLYRIA: You're acquainted with this creature?

HAMILTON: Yes. We go way back, don't we?

DROGYN: Too far.

HAMILTON: Hmm, the good old days. So I hear you're living in a tree now.

DROGYN: The tree is the entrance to the Deeper Well. I live in a cave. It's really quite pleasant.

HAMILTON: I'm sure it's a peach. Afraid you won't be returning to it again.

ILLYRIA: You will not harm him.

HAMILTON: Oh, you mean like this?

(throws Drogyn forcefully into the wall behind him. Illyria charges in, but Hamilton's stronger.)

HAMILTON: Hang on, Dro, this'll just take a second.

(they fight some more; Illyria is badly outmatched)

HAMILTON: I gotta tell ya, I'm a little disappointed. Didn't think a big, scary old one bled this easily. Maybe it's this skinny, little body you chose to infect. Or maybe it's that ray gun they shot you with to keep you from exploding.

(he punches her repeatedly in the face, punctuating his words)

HAMILTON: Or maybe... you're...just... not...that... cool!

(he lets her drop to the ground, unconscious and bloody)

HAMILTON: Yes, that's probably it.

(steps on her face)

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