(Wes, Gunn and Angel are in a bare cell, shackled.)

GUNN: It's no use. This thing's made out of some magical alloy.

WESLEY: Really? How can you tell?

GUNN: I can't. I'm just making myself feel better.

WESLEY: Oh. (To Angel) You found anything yet?

(Angel steps back from the door.)

ANGEL: Sealed up tight. Got to be at least six - seven inches thick at least. You?

WESLEY: No. No, these impenetrable stone walls are proving to be rather...

GUNN: You say impenetrable and I will kick your ass.

WESLEY: I was always horrified by those stories about the tower of London.

ANGEL: Wasn't that bad.

(Wes and Gunn turn to look at Angel.)

WESLEY: Yes? Well, compared to this place I'm sure the tower takes on a certain nostalgic glow. I wonder if they're treating the host any better.

GUNN: Well, sure. The way that constable said interrogation I figure he's just in for a little light wrist slapping. That or he's dead.

ANGEL: Shut up.

GUNN: Well, I ain't saying it's *not* wrist slapping.

ANGEL: No, shut up.

(Angel presses his ear against the door and the other two hurriedly shuffle
over to him, their chains clinking.)

GUNN: How we're supposed to hear anything...

ANGEL: I can hear two men talking in the hall.

WESLEY: (whispering to Gunn) Vampire.

ANGEL: Talking about a girl with visions.

GUNN: Cordy!

ANGEL: A covenant - a curse - something about testing the girl for sight. They said she screamed.

WESLEY: Those *bastards*!

ANGEL: They're about to take us to a castle. We're gonna be sentenced. They're coming.

GUARD: (Entering) Out, prisoners!

(Wes and co. slowly shuffle out the door.)

ANGEL: Be ready.

written by: Mere Smith; Original transcript anonymous. Edited, formatted for this site and checked against source by Sylvia.. Full transcript at:
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