ANDREW: And—and so I say, well, the two of us disagree with you, hombre. And—and he's all... The two of you? And I say, Yeah. Me and my electric net. Then— (Spike stops walking) What's wrong?

SPIKE: Blood. Smells different. Stronger.

ANDREW: Like nickels?

(Spike runs around the corner following the scent. Andrew runs after him.)

ANDREW: Dead end.

SPIKE: (sees a bloody streak on the alley wall) It's her blood.

(Dana appears, knocks Andrew down, fights Spike. Andrew tries to shoot her with a tranq gun, misses, and Dana kicks him down before running off. Spike follows, leaving Andrew on the ground. He follows her down to her basement.)

SPIKE: All right, pet. No getting away. Got your scent locked in now. Could track you for miles.

DANA: No escaping.

SPIKE: That's right. No escaping. (cautiously approaching) Now, all the same... don't wanna have to hurt you.

DANA: Doesn't hurt if you hold still.

SPIKE: Right.

DANA: Heart...and head. Have to get home. Doesn't hurt if you hold still.

SPIKE: You're a real sack of hammers, aren't you? Hey...don't worry. I used to date a girl who wasn't all there.

DANA: Heart...and head. Stab the heart, cut off the head. Only way to be sure.

SPIKE: That's slayer talk, isn't it?

DANA: Keep cutting till you see dust.

SPIKE: Right. Let me explain. You got visions. Right? Vampire slayer memories kickin' around in your head. Which is tough... 'cause it sounds like you're past midnight on the crazy clock anyway.

DANA: Please don't. I have to get home to my son... to my Robin.

SPIKE: Robin? Oh. Hey, you're talkin' about Nikki, the slayer I offed back in— (realizes) Uh, yeah. You probably don't want to think about that, pet.

DANA: William the Bloody.

SPIKE: No. No. No. That's not gonna lead anywhere good. You want to focus on what's real.

DANA: Head and heart. Don't be scared.

SPIKE: Now, we're gonna—

(she attacks, stabs a syringe into his neck while he's down)

SPIKE: (teetering) You little minx. What did you do to me?

DANA: Yellows make you weak. Not weak anymore.

(punches Spike repeatedly)

SPIKE: Ohh! Ouahh! All right. Now you've made me mad.

(he lies on the ground, unable to move)

DANA: Don't cry. They can't hear you.

(Dana pulls Spike's leather jacket off of him, drags him across the room and chains him to his pipes, all the time flashing back to Spike doing the same with her younger self)

YOUNG DANA: No! Stop!

DANA: Daddy's gone. He can't hear you.

SPIKE: (slurring) Goin' down...luv. One way or...hmm.

DANA: Piece by piece. (prepares a syringe) Yellow makes you weak. Brown makes you sleepy. (injects Spike)

SPIKE: Oh...no...

DANA: Can't hurt me anymore.

SPIKE: You crazy little... I never—

DANA: Shh! Hold still. Count backwards. 10... 9... 8... 7...

(Spike passes out)

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