(Spike opens his door to find Wes & Gunn, looking grim and hard-nosed, smacking of mafia goons)

SPIKE: Well, look who's come to call— Crockett and Tubbs. Come on in, boys. Out of the cold into the damp. Suppose I should have expected a visit from Big Brother's L.A. Branch sooner or later. Can I get you a frosty?

GUNN: What are you up to, Spike?

SPIKE: Man gets right to the meat of the existential nut, doesn't he?

GUNN: Just a little concerned. You don't call. You don't write. What's your angle? Last time we saw you, you were booking a one-way to the continent.

SPIKE: Change of plans. Change of heart. Changed me mind, mates.

WESLEY: Sounds like you've been busy. We're getting reports of a vigilante who matches your description.

SPIKE: Yes...that's what you people do, isn't it? You get reports. And you sign checks. You read memos. (motions his beer bottle) Here's to the corporate teat. How'd you find me?

GUNN: Wasn't too hard. Put a couple of our psychics on it this afternoon.

WESLEY: One of the advantages of the corporate teat.

SPIKE: What can I do for you? Need me to help you collate something?

WESLEY: From what we hear... you're fighting the good fight these days.

GUNN: We figure that's our territory.

SPIKE: (raises his eyebrow) Is that what this is about? You're hurt 'cause I stepped on your toesies?

GUNN: Not at all. We're wondering why you left in the first place.

WESLEY: If you want to save the world, we've got the resources to help you do it.

SPIKE: No offense, Mr. Vader, but I've got no itch to join the evil empire.

GUNN: It's different. You know it. We've changed things.

SPIKE: Look...I told Angel, and I'll tell you. A place like that doesn't change... not from the inside. Not from the out. You sign on there, it changes you. Puts things in your head. Spins your compass needle around till you can't cross the street without tripping the proverbial old lady and stepping on her glasses. And it's not like I wasn't there, gents, like I wasn't watching you. Had to haunt the damn place. Remember?

GUNN: Things aren't that cut-and-dried, Spike. We're making a difference. We're just... playing by a new set of rules.

SPIKE: So what? You want me to... put on a suit, come play with you?

WESLEY: Something like that.

SPIKE: I can't believe Angel would sign off on that. Unless... (realizes, grins sardonically) he doesn't know you're here, does he? Hedging our bets, are we, boys?

GUNN: That's not how it is.

SPIKE: And the compass needle keeps spinning. And the world gets murkier and murkier.

• Angel & Spike
• Wolfram & Hart

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