ANGEL: Damn.

Angel falls to the floor, unconscious. Cut to Giles sniffing the arrow's point.

GILES: We'll have to run some tests.

ANGEL: (unintelligible?)

BUFFY: You're burning up.

ANGEL: It's poison. I can feel it.

GILES: Call the others. Get them here. We need to move him to the safety of his own bed before the sun comes up.

BUFFY: Will you be able to find out what this is?

WESLEY: The Council has all the known toxins on file, mystical or otherwise. I'll contact them immediately.

BUFFY: Thanks. (to Angel) You're going to be okay.

written by: Joss Whedon; . Full transcript at:
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