(redux of the scene in which Angel, beaten by Spike, watches helplessy as Spike prepares to drink)

ANGEL: Spike... Spike, wait. That's not a prize you're holding. It's not a trophy. It's a burden. It's a cr—

SPIKE: Blah, blah, blah. Give it a rest, hero. I win, you lose, and all your talking's not gonna change that.

ANGEL: It's not your destiny. It's mine.

SPIKE: Still can't accept it? It's pathetic, really. All your life's been a lie. Everything you've done—the lives you've saved, dreams of redemption—all that pain... all of it for nothing. 'Cause this... was never about you. Cheers.

(drinks from the cup)

ANGEL: No.

(Spike drinks, is envelopped in a friendly golden glow. Meanwhile, Angel's face starts to burn up and disentegrate, just like Spike's did when we died sealing the hellmouth. Suddenly Angel jolts awake, sitting at his desk)

• Angel & Spike
• Prophetic/Mystical/Hallucinary Dreams

written by: Brent Fletcher; Original transcript by CariCranberry. Edited & formatted by me.. Full transcript at:
http://www.buffyworld.com/angel/season5/transcripts/5x10_tran.php