(citroen)

SPIKE: How ya feeling, mate?

GILES: (growling quality) Like snapping necks until everyone is dead.

SPIKE: Now that sounds like a Fyarl demon. Good for you.

(Spike notices they're being followed)

SPIKE: Hey, picked up a tail.

GILES: Yes. Just a little one. It hurts when I sit.

SPIKE: I mean someone is following us. Humvee. Military.

GILES: Well speed up. Lose them.

SPIKE: I got it floored. Why'd you buy this car?

GILES: Well do something. If they catch us, we'll both end up in a lab!

SPIKE: It's getting closer. And it's got a friend!

GILES: Damn!

(Giles slams his arm against the door but his fist finds the window and shatters it.)

SPIKE: Oh, sure! Dismantle the getaway car. That'll scare them.

GILES: Then slow down and I'll jump out. They'll follow you.

SPIKE: Hold on. These commandos. They're the same guys that are after me too. Maybe I want you around to split their attention a bit?

GILES: I'll pay you another hundred dollars.

(cut to the citroen, screaming around a corner, Giles tumbling out. The humvees stay with Spike and the citroen.)

• Spike's uneasy truce with the gang

written by: Jane Espenson; Transcribed by Joseph B. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/68anewman.html