(the gang, minus Angel, gathers in Spike's apartment)

DROGYN: It was a Sathari... part of a clan of demon assassins. They fell upon me last night. The poison from his 4 blades wearing heavy on my limbs.

SPIKE: Yeah, rousing bit of rah-rah, mate. Get to the goods.

DROGYN: Once I bested him, I tortured the Sathari for hours until he confessed who had sent him. It was Angel.

SPIKE: Tell 'em why.

DROGYN: He said Angel was afraid I'd find something in the Deeper Well, something that would uncover the truth about his involvement.

GUNN: In what?

DROGYN: Helping Illyria escape from her tomb.

WESLEY: I thought the release of her sarcophagus from the Deeper Well was predestined.

SPIKE: Yeah, what about that bit?

DROGYN: Well, that's what I thought at the time, but now I believe... Illyria's resurrection may have been planned.

GUNN: By Angel.

LORNE: Oh, that doesn't make a lick of sense. I mean, why would Angel want to spring an old one?

DROGYN: I don't think that was the point.

GUNN: Then what was?

DROGYN: Before he died, the assassin said something about a sacrifice... someone trusted and dear.

WESLEY: Are you saying that Angel was responsible for what happened to Fred?

DROGYN: He may not have chosen her specifically, but--

LORNE: Whoa! Let's put a kibosh on that sentence before it turns into an ass-kickin'.

DROGYN: Do you think I gain pleasure in this? I held Angel an ally, a brother.

WESLEY: And you believe he may have murdered Fred?

DROGYN: I know this is difficult for you, but Angel was involved. The information retrieved from the assassin--

GUNN: (angrily) You ever think maybe he was lying?

DROGYN: No one lies when they're at the mercy of my wrath.

GUNN: Then you're the liar, Aragorn.

SPIKE: He has to tell the truth. It's a curse or something.

GUNN: How can we be sure? We don't even know this guy.

WESLEY: Gunn, this is Drogyn, the battlebrand, given eternal youth a thousand years ago. Demonbane, truthsayer... (explaning his knowledge) Watchers' Council.

SPIKE: Percy did a paper. Bully on him.

WESLEY: (unfolds his drawing) Drogyn... any idea what this symbol means?

DROGYN: No.

SPIKE: Where'd you get that?

WESLEY: This afternoon, someone tapped into the template interface. Sent a message to me, and that symbol. Somebody's dropping clues.

GUNN: Playing games is more like it.

LORNE: Well, put me on the short bus, but I still can't wrap my head around the notion that Angel has anything to do with Fred or any of this.

WESLEY: Angel's been doing a number of things out of character lately. We all noticed it.

LORNE: Yeah, but why is this happening now? Why the change?

WESLEY: Yes, why the sudden need to tie up loose ends like Drogyn? Unless...

ILLYRIA: He's preparing to make his move.

GUNN: What kind of move are we talking about?

WESLEY: There's only one way to find out. We ask him.

(Wes, Gunn, Lorne & Spike head towards the door)

WESLEY: (to Spike) Drogyn should stay here under guard.

SPIKE: I'm not missing the fireworks. Hey, Illyria, you don't care about any of this nonsense, do you?

ILLYRIA: The intricacies of your fates are meaningless.

(Wes rolls his eyes and exits)

SPIKE: Well and good. You mind watching over our friend Drogyn? Aw, come on. New place'll do you good. It's nice and cozy. Help yourself to some beer in the fridge. Switch on the telly if you get bored.

(he hands her video game controls)

SPIKE: And, uh, feel free to play a little Crash Bandicoot. Give you lot something to pass the time.

(walks out)

ILLYRIA: Crash Bandicoot?

written by: David Fury; Original transcript by CariCranberry. Edited & formatted by me.. Full transcript at:
http://www.buffyworld.com/angel/season5/transcripts/5x21_tran.php