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[Cut to Angelus� townhouse in 1860. William is in the library torturing a young woman with a railroad spike. Angelus enters into the foyer with a dazed-looking Drusilla in a dirty bridal gown.]

Angelus: William? I have a surprise.

[William, carrying his spike, enters from the library with blood soaking through his shirt.]

William: Do you mind not yelling? I was in the middle of something, and you distracted me. Now, look my shirt is ruined and so is my dinner.   Who�s that?

Angelus: Our new friend. Since Darla left with that Master person, our happy home has lacked the female touch. I found this one in a church. I thought we would all get along.

William: You turned her.

Angelus: I had some fun first. I waited until she was about to take her holy vows. I just picked her up from the graveyard tonight. Isn�t she beautiful? She�s so good and pure, corrupting her will be a pleasure. I�ve named her Drusilla just for you.

Drusilla: I want to dance.

Angelus: I took one sister from you; I thought I would replace her.

Drusilla: Don�t you hear the music?

William: She�s daft.

Angelus (smiling): She is now. It�s rather charming.

Drusilla: Who�s that, Angel?

Angelus: Your brother.

Drusilla: What�s he got?

Angelus: A railroad spike. He likes to play with them.

Drusilla (laughing): Pretty spike. I think I�ll call him my Spike.

Spike: Has she killed yet?

Angelus: I found her a darling little chimney sweep. I thought tomorrow evening you could take her out hunting.

Spike: Not tonight?

Angelus: Tonight, I have other things to teach her.

[He sweeps Drusilla up in his arms and begins to carry her upstairs. Spike looks on thoughtfully.]

[Cut to a park the next night. Spike and Drusilla, now wearing a fashionably evening dress, walk through an arbor in silence.]

Spike (uncomfortably): So you were going to enter a convent?

Drusilla: I had nowhere else to go.

Spike: You had no mum, no dad?

Drusilla: Angelus ripped their throats out.

Spike: Oh. No other family?

Drusilla: Angelus ripped their throats out.

Spike: He killed my sister.

[Drusilla notices a crying child on a park bench.]

Drusilla: Oooh, Spike, I want him.

Spike: He�s all yours.

[Drusilla sits down next to the young boy.]

Drusilla: What�s your name?

Little Boy: Roger.

Drusilla: Mine�s Drusilla now. Why are you crying?

Little Boy: I lost my mummy.

Drusilla: I lost my mummy too. Do you want to go to Heaven?

Little Boy: Yes, my mummy says if I say my prayers every night I will go to Heaven when I die.

[Drusilla vamps out and kills the boy drinking him dry. She gets up and walk on with Spike as the boys body falls to the ground behind them.]

Spike: You like children?

Drusilla: I think so. Do you work for Angelus?

Spike: For now. I want to go out on my own someday. I�m sick of people comparing me to him, saying my torturing isn�t as cruel as his, my kills lack the quality and quantity, elegance and perversity. One day, I�m going to be more than Angelus� boy. I�m going to do something that he is never able to do.

Drusilla: What�s that?

Spike: I don�t know. He talks about destroying the world but never does anything about it. Maybe I�ll do that. Or kill the Slayer. He�s never done that, at least since I�ve been around.

Drusilla: What�s the Slayer?

Spike: A bloody nuisance of a girl. She goes around killing us.

Drusilla: She doesn�t sound very nice.

Spike: She isn�t, Dru. The current slayer is in Japan, last I heard. Ever since Matthew Perry opened a Hellmouth there, vampires have flooded Japan, vampires and officials of the Queen, not much difference if you ask me. The Hellmouth has almost destroyed the Shogunate; it won�t last long if you ask me.

Drusilla: A Hellmouth sounds fun.

Spike: Oh, they are. Angelus, Darla, and I went to Japan when the Hellmouth was new. The energy was unbelievable. I wouldn�t ever have left had the damned Slayer not driven us out.

Drusilla: Can we go?

Spike: Angelus doesn�t want to risk it. When I get out on my own, if you want I�ll take you to a Hellmouth. I�m not afraid of the Slayer like Angelus is.

[Cut to Budapest 1898. Spike watches Angelus pack a trunk, as Drusilla sulks on the bed.]

Angelus: This is an adventure I must undertake.

Spike: Why the sudden yen for the Hellmouth? I thought you were too scared to go anywhere you might find the Slayer.

Angelus: I saw Darla during the earthquake.

Spike: How was she?

Angelus (salaciously): Better than ever. She killed the Slayer last decade.

Spike: Good for her. What does that have to do with us?

Angelus: Lately, I�ve been suffering from, shall we say, ennui. I need some purpose in my life. I�ve decided to seek out the Slayer. I hear slayers gravitate toward Hellmouths.

Spike: But what if the Slayer isn�t there? There�s nothing in Transylvania besides the Hellmouth and some gypsies.

Angelus: I�m closing in on a hundred and seventy. I have a reputation that surpasses most vampires. And yet, I haven�t killed a slayer. I have to try. Drusilla, please understand, I have to do this.

[She turns around ignoring him.]

Angelus: Spike will take good care of you. (to Spike) Watch after her.

Drusilla: I want to go with.

Angelus: You can�t, love. It�s too dangerous.

Spike: Yeah, he has to prove his manhood on his own. If you help him, it would defeat the purpose.

Drusilla: Spike said he would take me to a Hellmouth.

Angelus: He did? Drusilla, you need someone to take care of you. The Hellmouth has too many dangers; I can�t always be looking after you. I don�t want the Slayer to kill you.

Spike: Just take the gel, Angelus. She�s stronger than you give her credit for, and this good-bye scene has grown tiresome.

Angelus: Drusilla, I brought you something.

Drusilla: A gift?

[Angelus hands her an expensive porcelain doll.]

Angelus: Isn�t she beautiful? I call her Miss Edith.

Spike: Not as beautiful as you, pet.

Drusilla: Oh, Angelus, thank you.

[She jumps up and kisses him deeply. Spike fumes.]

Angelus: Maybe I don�t have to leave right away.

Spike: You�ll miss your coach.

Angelus: There�ll be other coaches.

Spike: That will go into the forest after sunset?

Angelus: Spike�s right, Dru. I have to go.

[Drusilla whimpers.]

Angelus (cont�d): I will meet you in Vienna in three months.

[Cut to Vienna, five months later. Drusilla and Spike look forlornly at the Danube.]

Drusilla: I miss my Angel.

Spike: He should have met us two months ago. He never should have gone to the Hellmouth alone.

Drusilla: Let me swim.

Spike: You don�t know how to swim, pet. I think we should go after him. Hopefully, the Slayer didn�t kill him. He was fool to go after her.

Drusilla: No, Angel is alive. I can�t feel his pain.

Spike: What is it, Dru?

Drusilla: He suffers.

Spike: Good. I mean, how can we help him?

Drusilla: The water is pretty.

Spike: What�s wrong with Angelus, Dru? As much as I hate to admit it, we need him. The property, the accounts, all are in his name.

[Angel staggers over a bridge, starving, his elegant evening clothes in tatters.]

Spike (cont�d): Speak of the devil. Angelus?

[Angel looks over at the sound of Spike�s voice. Seeing his old companions, he turns and runs the other way. Spike gives chase and quickly overtakes the newly besouled vampire.]

Spike (cont�d): Angelus?

Angel: Leave�leave me alone.

Spike: What�s wrong, man?

Angel: I must go.

[In order to get away from Spike, Angel throws himself into the river.]

Spike (nonchalantly): Well, good riddance.

[He sees Drusilla approaching.]

Drusilla: Was that my Angel?

Spike: The blighter jumped into the Danube. He seems to have gone soft in the head. Why don�t the two of us, just you and I, go on a little trip? Let�s forget about old Angelus for awhile. We can steal anything we need. How does China sound?

[Cut to Beijing, 1900. The British embassy is under siege; the sounds of battle can be heard outside.   As people mill about, Spike and Drusilla sit unobtrusively in a corner.

Spike: I am so bored. There�s nothing to do. I can�t kill anyone without arousing suspicion. Damned insurrection is a bloody inconvenience.

Drusilla: Spike, I�m hungry.

Spike: I know, love. It�s been fifty-five days, and the bloody rats are starving to death before I can catch them. Don�t worry, Dru. It can�t go on much longer. Why don�t you sing something to Miss Edith?

Drusilla: She�s taking her nap.

[Spike looks around the crowd and notices one of the British delegation�s Chinese assistants teaching Tai-chi to an adolescent British girl. The British ambassador steps on a desk.]

Ambassador: May I have your attention please? We�ve just learned that a combined force of American, French, German, and British troops have arrived and taken back the city.

[Cheers rise up from the weary prisoners.]

Man in crowd: Thanks be to God.

Spike: Did you hear that? It won�t be long now, pet.

[The teenage girl Spike had noticed earlier starts to walk past the couple but stops suddenly.]

Girl: Who are you?

Spike (spewing out his well-rehearsed story): My wife and I are on holiday. We are citizens of the empire; we have our papers.

Girl: Isn�t your wife a little old to be playing with dolls?

Spike: She was born backwards, but she can keep a home. Shouldn�t you run along now and play with dolls yourself?

Drusilla: Spike, won�t you play with me? We can all have tea.

Girl: Spike? I know who you are, what you are. I knew I sensed something about you.

Spike (standing up): Then who would you be? Might as well start off on equal footing.

Girl: I�m Eunice, the Vampire Slayer.

[The embassy doors burst open, and American marines pour in ending the siege. During the confusion, Eunice and Spike begin to fight. The battle drags on for a long time with no clear advantage to either combatant. Then, Spike gains the upper hand. He punches her face knocking her to the ground. She kicks out tripping him. He falls down, landing on top of her and pinning her to the ground. She heaves upward with her body attempting to dislodge him, but her efforts are in vain. Spike rips off her high collar, exposing her neck. Vamped out, he sinks his teeth into her throat. As he drinks, the jubilant cries of the newly-liberated ring out. When he finishes, he leaves her dead body on the floor and begins to gather his belongings.]

Spike: C�mon, Drusilla, get you things and let�s leave before the Yanks start asking questions. We can get you something to eat; I�m sure the streets are chaos.

Drusilla: Aren�t you hungry?

Spike: No, I just killed the Slayer.

Drusilla (looking at the body): There? But, Spike, you drank her dry.

Spike: It was the most wonderful kill I�ve ever had.

Drusilla: My Angel always saved me some. We shared everything.

[Spike grabs her arm and drags her out into the night.]

[Cut to a small Transylvanian inn in 1997. Spike sits at a rickety table holding Drusilla in his lap. An elderly gypsy woman plays pinball by the bar. A balding fellow in glasses discreetly eavesdrops on Spike and Drusilla�s conversation.]

Drusilla: It hurts, Spike.

Spike: I know, baby. I wish I�d killed that mob.

[He kisses her temple. The elderly gypsy woman begins to jump up and down in joy.]

Elderly Gypsy Woman: High score. I can�t wait to get Nintendo 64.

Spike: The Hellmouth should have helped by now.

[The bespectacled man turns to face the couple in order to listen more easily.]

Drusilla: It�s gone.

Spike: What is, baby?

Drusilla: The Hellmouth.

Dalton, the man in glasses: She�s correct.

Spike: Do you mind, nancy-boy. We�re having a private discussion.

Dalton (nervously): I just wanted to tell you the Hellmouth has been gone for almost a decade now.

Spike: Is that so?

Dalton: The Hellmouth and communism left the area about the same time.

Spike: Who are you?

Dalton: I�m Dalton, and you�re Spike. Two slayers. I must say I�m a fan.

Spike: Well, it�s always a pleasure to meet with my public. I should tell you the story of the Boxer Rebellion.

[Drusilla swoons.]

Spike (cont�d): Dru, baby, wake up, love.

Dalton: Is that Drusilla? I heard about Prague�nasty business, that. Angelus was your sire, right? What�s he been doing lately? I haven�t heard anything about him in a century. I see a resemblance between you two. He was bigger than you are, but your coloring, your hair are the same.

Spike (tending to Drusilla): Stop yammering and help me or go away.

Dalton: Of course, I�m sorry. You know you should probably take her to a Hellmouth.

Spike (annoyed) Brilliant, now why didn�t I think of that? Oh yes, come to think of it, I did.

Dalton: I hear there�s one in California, just outside Santa Barbara.

Spike: Now you have my attention.

Drusilla: Spike?

Spike: Yes, pet?

Drusilla: Are we going to California?

Spike: It appears so.

Drusilla: Can we ride in the teacups?

Spike: Anything you want.

Drusilla: Let�s go tell Miss Edith.

[Cut to Sunnydale at night. A black car from the fifties cruises down main street. Drusilla lays down in the back seat, as a now blond Spike drives.]

Drusilla: Spike, it�s amazing. I can feel the energy.

Spike: Hold on, love. We�re going to make an entrance.

[Spike crashes his car through the �Welcome to Sunnydale� sign.]

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