- We need to act on this now. - Not without a full risk analysis.
We don't wanna rush into this half-cocked.
As opposed to the full-cocked that's been working so well for us?
Got something you wanna say?
Just don't wanna lose another baby with the bath water. Boss.
Fine. We'll send Spike.
Bugger that. Do it yourself.
Spike, this is a delicate matter that needs to be handled with finesse...
- Why are we talking to him? - Because he signed on to help.
Not to be some glorified garbage collector.
It's not garbage. It's a body.
There's a gang war coming if we don't get it back.
Stiff's that important?
It's the remains of the Capo di Famiglia of the Goran demon clan.
- Never heard of him. - Because the Capo was human tolerant.
Kept a low profile. More interested in profit than mayhem.
- What happened? - Died on business in Italy.
We need to go there, retrieve his body...
...and return it to his family in the next 26 hours.
- Or what? He gets deader? - No, he stays dead.
They die, they pupate, they live again.
But only if rituals are performed by the immediate family.
If the Capo's body isn't returned in time, the rituals won't take.
So long, Capo. Hello, power vacuum.
- Which rival clans will try to fill. - They aren't as tolerant of humans.
If we do this, it all stays cool. If not...
We'll stick with do. Pack your bags.
[PHONE RINGS]
SPIKE: I don't speak the language.
- We'll get you a book. - How do you say "wank off" in Italian?
- Can somebody just get on a plane? ANGEL: What?
When?
Yeah. I understand. Thanks.
All right. What is it this time?
Uber- vamps? Demon gods? Devil robots?
It's Buffy.
The Girl in Question
- I said I'll take care of it. - "Take care" of what?
SPIKE: Is Buffy all right? - She will be when I get there.
What happened? What happened?!
The lmmortal.
The who?
The foulest evil hell ever vomited forth.
- Worse than you? - He was spotted in Rome near Buffy's.
Wait a minute. Rome? That's where the Capo died.
Whoa, wait. That's definitely his m.o.
- The Capo's? - The lmmortal.
He whacks the Capo, lures me to Rome...
...takes out a slayer and a vampire with a soul.
Plus he starts a war when the Capo isn't returned for resurrection.
- This guy's good. - So am I.
Harmony, have the jet fueled, ready for takeoff.
- Think we can take him? - What do you mean "we"?
You think you can traipse off to Italy without me?
- You don't speak the language. - I'll get a book.
You'll only make things worse!
Look, we get the Capo's body, rescue Buffy, stop the lmmortal. It's simple.
- Unless he kills you, which would be sad. - He won't.
Not if I'm with you.
Admit it. You think you can ride in, save the day and sweep Buffy off...
- You're thinking the same thing. - I'm seeing somebody.
- What, dog girl? - Nina's a werewolf, and l...
Fido know you're flying around the world to visit your ex?
I was gonna call her. We're just hanging out.
- She's not my girlfriend. - This rate, never will be.
- Doesn't concern you, Spike. - I just wanna see you happy.
Well, not too happy, because then I'd have to stake you.
- Second thought, have at it. - This isn't about us.
- You and Nina? - Me and you!
This mission is only gonna get worse if we don't put aside our differences.
Look, we have to work together on this to stop the lmmortal and save Buffy.
And pick up that demon-body thingy.
Partners, then?
Just like old times.
- You want a drink? - God, yes.
You really can't get drunk off these things.
Not us anyway. Vampire constitution.
Not always a plus.
How'd you know?
Drank a lot, and I still don't like you.
About Buffy. How did you know she was in trouble?
- I got word. - From who?
A source.
- You've been spying on her? - Just making sure she was all right.
Sending your lackeys to do your stalking for you. That's really pathetic.
All right, fine, I'm not proud of it, but it's...
It's Buffy.
How many you got on her?
Just the one, but he got spotted.
Called from the hospital after he regained consciousness.
Should've had more of your people watching her.
Yeah.
Well, we'll be landing soon.
Remember last time we were in Italy?
Like it were yesterday.
- Ciao. - Ciao.
WOMAN: Ciao.
Ciao.
Wait a minute. I wasn't in Italy in the '50s.
Oh, right. Guess you weren't. Really missed out.
Guess so. Sounds a lot better than when I remember it.
- 1894? - The Room of Pain.
[GROANS]
William.
Bloody hell.
That right bastard.
The lmmortal thinks he can do this to us?
He doesn't know who he's dealing with.
Well, he's about to find out.
He'll curse the day he ever crossed Angelus.
And William the Bloody.
See just how immortal he is when we're done with him.
We'll carve him up like a Sunday roast...
...and make him watch as we feast on his steaming flesh.
[GRUNTING]
- How you doing? - Bugger.
Your master send you to do his dirty work?
Ferry us to hell, then?
We'll save a spot for him next to the fire...
...of the mangy, dung-licking...
Bit over the top, there, are you?
His Benevolence, the lmmortal, wishes to convey his regrets...
...at having detained you.
But your recent actions against his concerns...
...merited stiff reprimand.
- His concerns? - This is our city. We were here first.
No, actually, he was. Three hundred years ago.
And now he's back.
You will leave this city tonight and never return...
...under a penalty of death so...
[CRACKS]
Go ahead, take your best shot.
I'll snatch your little wee sticks and spend the next fortnight...
...shoving them slowly up your arse.
WILLIAM: Can you do that? ANGEL: The arrow thing?
I don't know. Never tried.
Look what he did to me shirt.
"His Benevolence, the lmmortal."
In for a shock, he is. There's gonna be a reckoning...
...after a good meal and a long rest in the arms of...
Darla!
SPIKE: What have they done to her?
I can no longer hear the Song of the Green.
You think that includes me?
Her powers have been greatly reduced.
She still has unusual strength...
...but is no longer invulnerable or able to alter time.
You revel in my defeat.
Is that how you view it? You've been defeated?
My world gone.
My powers stripped.
How would you define it?
How about "lucky we didn't kill you when you went nuclear"?
This fate is worse than death.
Condemned to live out existence...
...in a vessel incapable of sustaining my true glory.
How am I to function with such limitation?
Have you ever tried a Seabreeze?
You attempt amusement at the expense of your better.
Illyria. Perhaps you should return to the lab.
I do not bend to your wishes.
I'm not asking you to.
Merely suggesting that more tests might lead to knowledge...
...of how to help you function.
I go because it suits me.
Too bad that whirly-jig thing didn't suck the sass out of her.
She's over-compensating. Posturing.
So she wasn't gonna snap my stalk?
Her powers are weakened, but she's still unpredictable.
Perhaps more so until she learns to adjust.
We have to be careful not to agitate her.
Burkles!
See? I told you they would remember us.
I guess we do make an impression.
Why are you here?
- I mean, what...? - Hawaii.
Been saving up for years.
Thought we'd take a layover and surprise Fred.
Know where we can find her?
Step into my office.
- Let me handle this. - Bet you'd like to.
Spike!
[SPEAKS IN ITALIAN]
What are you doing here?
About to ask you the same question, Andrew.
Buffy and Dawn are letting me crash.
My casa was incinerated when that thing happened.
- What thing? - Cultural misunderstanding.
Let us speak of more pleasant times.
[SPEAKS IN ITALIAN]
I part my threshold.
I mean my apartment, obviously.
So I have plans later this evening...
...but I could change them if you guys wanna hang.
I could show you Rome at night, a city of contrasts.
Anywhere you wanna go, anything you wanna see.
TOGETHER: Buffy.
Right, because you two both...
Yeah, she's not here.
- Where'd she go? - To meet the lmmortal.
- By herself? - I told you I had plans.
- When did she leave? - Just missed her.
- Then we're not too late. - Of course, it could be worse.
You're telling me. Most nights they never leave the house.
Just curl up on the couch and snuggle.
They're snuggling?
For starters.
Wait, uh, you didn't know they were together?
It's worse.
Darla. Darla.
Darla! What have they done?
My sweet death.
Angelus. You're back.
I'd claw my way back from the depths of hell to lay by your side.
[SPITS]
- He's tasted you. - Who?
Who do you think?
That cheeky bastard.
Had us tossed and then violates your woman.
- Did he hurt you? - Not until I asked him to.
Oh, come on.
Have you seen him?
With the eyes and the chest...
...and the immortality.
- We're immortal. DARLA: Not like him.
He's not some common vampire. He's...
I don't know what he is. A giant.
A titan, straddling good and evil...
...serving no master but his own considerable desires.
- Darla... DARLA: And spiritual.
Did you know he spent 150 years at a Tibetan monastery?
Which I guess explains all the desire.
- He's my archnemesis. - Oh, darling.
It was just fornication.
Really great fornication.
She's glowing, mate.
- She isn't. - Little bit.
Best fit you for a pair of antlers. Been made the right cuckold, you have.
Time for another pony ride?
Son of a bitch!
- The both of you? - He's insatiable.
Drusilla, you let him touch you?
He felt like sunshine.
Oh, no.
That's why he tossed us. So he could violate...
- He didn't... - Violate our women!
Violate in succession!
- Concurrently. - Concurrently?
You never let us do that.
DARLA: Come on, Dru.
Let's have a bath so the boys can weep in private.
Will you hold me under the water?
If you wish.
This is a slight that will not go unmet!
Death's too quick.
- Not all deaths are quick. - What do you have in mind?
I think it's time the lmmortal found out exactly who he's dealing with.
I think it's time for Blood Vengeance.
Blood Vengeance. I'm sure we're on the list.
Is there anything under "Blood Vengeance"?
No, no Blood Vengeance. Sorry.
Maybe it's under "Angelus."
You are not on the lmmortal's list.
You know what? To hell with the list!
You're not in here, you're not going in there. Piss off!
He mocks us at every turn.
The man has no sense of indecency. You remember Frankfurt.
He hatches the Rathruhn egg personally, then gives those nuns safe passage.
- Those were my nuns! - Yeah.
Nuns are your thing. Everybody knows that. They respect it...
...they respect us. - We are the reason men fear the night.
This isn't over yet, lmmortal! This will never be over!
It's over.
Just like that.
Not that I thought I had a chance anyway.
Well, at least I have a girlfriend.
Still.
ANGEL: Yeah.
- The lmmortal? - I mean, come on.
She's smarter than that.
How'd she ever fall for a centuries-old guy with a dark past...
...who may or may not be evil?
- She's under some spell. - I was just thinking that.
We're gonna pick up the Capo's body...
Find the lmmortal and break his whammy.
[OLD WOMAN DEMON SPEAKS IN ITALIAN]
We are in your debt for attending to a delicate matter.
Grazia, grazia.
This is the Capo di Famiglia of the Goran demon clan?
Si, si. The Capo di Famiglia.
Must've been a wee fellow.
This is just his head.
Si, si. The head of Capo di Famiglia.
Where's the rest of him?
When a Goran demon becomes heavy with the age...
...his head sag and drop off like a ripe fig.
A new body hatches out of this?
If the rituals are performed by the family in time.
You must get the head of the Capo to Los Angeles subito, eh? Si?
Si! Subito!
- Is Buffy home yet? - You guys, it's only 8:30.
- Right. - Yeah.
You know where they went?
I say, this is a step up from where you boys used to hang your hat.
A couple of steps.
- Yes, we... - We didn't wanna say anything...
...but we were worried about that hotel. - It seemed a little rundown.
But Fred called it home, so we kept our mouths shut.
Girl reaches a certain age, she can make her own decisions.
Which, with Fred, was around 7, wasn't it?
- Mr. and Mrs. Burkle... TRISH: Please.
Roger and Trish.
The way she goes on about y'all, it feels like we're practically family.
So where is our prodigal daughter? Saving the world with that Angel fellow?
Roger, Trish. There's something you need to know.
- Fred... ILLYRIA: Mom?
ROGER: Well, there she is now. - Dad. Oh, my God.
- What are you all doing here? ROGER: Sweetie.
TRISH: Sight for sore eyes. ROGER: You look great.
[DANCE MUSIC PLAYING]
Dancing. Why'd it have to be dancing?
Speak English, love?
- Si, si. I love the English. - We'll get along fine, then.
We're looking for a girl. American. Blond hair, blue eyes.
Many blond American coeducationals.
Spring break. The girls, they go wild.
No, no. We're looking for a friend of ours.
She's in trouble. This ponce called the lmmortal...
Ah, si, si.
The lmmortal's new ragazza.
They come while ago.
There.
Your friend maybe go little wild too, si?
Right. Hold down the fort. I'll be right back.
Oh, yeah, here it comes. The part where you run off alone...
...play the hero so Buffy takes you back.
Well, newsflash, blondie bear, never gonna happen.
Look, I know I don't have a shot with her, all right? Probably never did.
But I still care about her, and I won't let her end up with a jerk like the lmmortal.
- Or you. - Ours is a forever love.
- I had a relationship with her too. - Sleeping together is not a relationship.
- It is if you do it enough times. - Spike...
- The head. - I thought you had it.
Hey!
Where do you think you're going with our head?
DEMON: Anywhere he wants.
Don't suppose we can talk about this over a nice amaretto.
- What the hell are you doing? - I was confused, you git!
- It's very loud in here! - Where'd the little guy go?
SPIKE: Where'd he go?
[CAR APPROACHING, TIRES SQUEALING]
Hey, that's our car. He's got our car!
- Hop on, little mama. - I'm not riding on the back.
He's getting away!
Faster. Come on, punch it!
Stop holding on so tight.
ANGEL: Shortcut. Turn right. SPIKE: Let go.
- Turn left. Left! We'll cut him off. SPIKE: All right!
Jeez! God!
- One job, hang on to the head. That's it. - You were right there too.
- I wasn't in charge of the head. - Well, it's gone now, isn't it?
Gonna stand here in the strada yelling at me all night?
- Did you just say strada? - It means "street."
Yeah, I know what it means.
Look.
We only have 12 hours to get that head back...
...before Los Angeles becomes a demon war zone.
Should we argue some more or should we get on with it?
All right. You're right. No more screwing around.
We find that guy, get the head back and get out of here. That's it.
Have you seen the blond girl?
- The name is Buffy. - She was dancing with the lmmortal.
- Are they still here? Did they leave? - Relax. It's okay.
- They still here? - No. They gone.
But you must relax. I pour you some wine.
He's got her, Spike. He's got Buffy.
- Why is this always happening to us? - It's him. The lmmortal.
This is what he does.
Every time he shows up, I either lose my girl...
...get beaten by an angry mob or get thrown in prison for tax evasion.
- Long story. - You know, it's different now.
- We're different. - Hey, damn right we are.
- We won't be his shemps anymore. - No way, man.
We're just out of our element here.
If this was L.A., we'd have him hogtied by now.
If we had our resources, if we had our team...
...if we had our helicopters or...
- I mean, he'd be in a world of... - Hang on.
Doesn't Wolfram & Hart have an office here in Rome?
[DINGS]
[CHATTERING IN ITALIAN]
[SPEAKS IN ITALIAN]
Welcome.
Spike...
You are the very meaning of handsome.
You take my breath away. I have no breath.
And you. What an honor.
- The great Angelus. - Actually, it's just Angel.
Yes, of course. The Gypsies, they gave you your soul.
The Gypsies are filthy people.
[SPITS]
We shall speak of them no more.
I am llona Costa Bianchi.
I am the CEO of the Roman offices of Wolfram & Hart.
And please, we are at your disposal.
Whatever it is that you want, we give to you.
If you want the world, we give you the world.
We give you two worlds, in fact, because this is our way.
- Okay. - Good, yeah.
Now, let's go into my office, and we talk like adults. Come.
- Pietro. - Si, signora?
[SPEAKING IN ITALIAN]
She seems nice.
I gotta tell you, everyone is so dang friendly. I can't get over it.
Well, they kind of have to be, Daddy. I'm their boss.
If they're mean to you, I'll just fire them.
Have we not seen each other since I ran over that bug demon with the bus?
How is that even possible?
Things have been a bit a hectic these last couple years.
Well, I want to hear absolutely everything. But most importantly...
...have you had a lady in your life? - Mom.
What? I was just asking.
Can I help it if there's a perfect gentleman in plain sight...
...of my single daughter? - Dad, make her stop.
Knock it off, bigmouth.
He keeps talking to me like that, I'll keep you for myself.
Is this whole laboratory yours, honey?
Well, technically it's the company's. But, yeah, I'm in charge of it.
- Wanna see my office? ROGER: That's it, up there?
- Come on, baby. TRISH: Ooh!
What the hell are you doing?
- Visiting with my folks. - Illyria...
Your grief hangs off of you like rotted flesh.
I couldn't tolerate it from them as well.
I thought this would be more convenient.
How is it possible?
It's just simple modulation of my form.
I appear as I choose.
Do you wish me to stop?
Sweetie, you have got to do a better job decorating.
This office is as bare as a bone.
Is everything okay?
Everything's fine.
Abso-tively.
Please, make yourselves as though you were at home.
Your problems, they are no more.
You have no more problems.
What are your problems?
Our friend, she's under some sort of spell.
Cast by the vilest wretch this side of Mount Everest.
Which...
...I'm told, he has climbed. Several times.
- He goes by the name of the lmmortal. - The lmmortal.
Ah, then your friend is lucky.
I have had dealings with the lmmortal many times...
...and I must say that the outcome is always...
...most satisfactory. - He's got her trapped.
- It's a love spell, and we... ILONA: Doubtful.
The lmmortal doesn't use spells. He considers them dirty.
Dirty tricks for dirty people. Like Gypsies.
[SPITS]
We will speak of them no more.
- He's done something magic to her. - We need to do some research.
Don't you guys have, like, an Italian Wesley here?
Yes, yes, we have, but he's taking a nap.
And I do not need him to tell me what is already widely known.
That the lmmortal does not use magic.
- Then it must be something else. - We need to know everything about him.
- We need... - To keep your head.
Yes, we know all about your mission to retrieve the Capo di Famiglia.
And I have to say, right now it seems a bit more important...
...than trying to pry your friend off of the lmmortal.
Your head is in great danger.
We have already received a ransom note.
It was addressed to you via our offices. I took the liberty of sneaking a peek.
But we must hurry because the drop is to take place in less than one hour.
We're gonna need a helicopter, an assault team...
And guns. Lots and lots of guns.
No, no, no! No, no!
The two of you are so precious, but no!
This is a civilized country.
We do these things all the time.
Somebody gets kidnapped, somebody pays the money...
...everybody goes home happy. Grazie, prego, kiss-kiss.
We already have the money ready to go.
Eh, eh?
All right, fine, whatever.
ANGEL: We'll do it your way. - Who's making the drop?
- I helped save the world, you know. - Like I haven't.
- Yeah, but I've done it a lot more. - Oh, please.
- Closed the Hellmouth. - I've done that.
Yeah, you wore a necklace.
You know, I helped kill the mayor, and Jasmine...
Do those really count as saving the world?
I stopped the Acathla. That saved the world.
Buffy ran you through with a sword.
Yeah, but I made her do it.
I signaled her with my eyes.
She killed you.
I helped her. That one counts as mine.
My point is, I'm better than this, okay? We're better than this.
What the hell could Buffy see in him?
Perhaps she likes the cut of his trousers.
Sorry to just drop in on you like this, unannounced.
Are you kidding me? I'm just sad y'all can't stay longer.
Well, the beach is calling.
Wesley, you take care of our little Fred for us, okay?
Of course.
I miss you already. We haven't even gone yet.
Are you sure you're okay?
You seem different somehow.
ROGER: She's just growing up, Mother.
Let her go. You'll embarrass her in front of her employees.
Oh, stop it, Daddy. Come here. Give me a hug.
- I love you guys so much. TRISH: We love you too.
- We'll talk soon, okay? - Counting on it.
Did you get what you needed from that experience?
Yes.
It was most informative.
Good. Don't ever do it again.
You must be so lonely.
Your girlfriend has become lovers with the lmmortal.
How unfortunate for you.
And how fortunate for her.
- You know the lmmortal? - But of course.
- I knew it. None of this is a coincidence. - Been his plan all along.
Steal our head, keep us busy, then traipse off with my girl.
- Our girl. - It's a setup.
- You're just his lackey. - I should be so lucky.
The lmmortal does not need a man like me to do his business.
He is a wild card.
A wolf removed from the pack.
A stallion without the bridle.
- What, are you in love with him? - No, no, no.
Well, okay, yes. But if anything...
...is more of an inspiration, a spiritual guide.
Have you read his book?
Is a life-changer.
- I'm getting a little tired of Italy. - Know what you mean.
Oh, look. The Americans are relying on violence to solve their problems.
What a surprise.
No more games.
One more step and the head gets it.
We are not animals. We are Italiano.
You give us the money, we give you the head.
The money, the head.
- The money... - Yeah, we get it.
The money.
Hey.
Arrivederci, Americanos.
It was a pleasure to do the business with you.
Don't believe him for a second.
- The lmmortal's neck-deep in all of this. - Of course he is.
He's screwing us. He screwed us before, and he's screwing us now.
Every time we hear his bleeding name...
...we end up standing in the strada, holding the bag.
SPIKE: Civilized country...
Look what that squeaker did to my jacket.
ANGEL: All we've been through, you're pissed about a jacket.
SPIKE: Not "a" jacket, my jacket.
You have no idea what I went through to get this.
- You stripped it off a dead slayer. - Which gives it great sentimental value.
Besides, I've been wearing it for over 30 years. It's like a part of me.
Get over it.
Buy a new one.
It's my second skin. It's who I am.
It's just one more thing he's taken away that I'll never get back.
Yeah, this is good.
I'm glad you like, because I sent another 10 of them to Los Angeles for you...
...along with a fine assortment of shoes.
[GASPS]
[SPEAKING IN ITALIAN]
You look gorgeous!
I'm not sure this is me.
No, no, no. This is the latest style.
You will define handsome for years to come.
Now, what happened to the drop? No grazie, prego, kiss-kiss?
Grazie, prego, kaboom.
They always do this to first-timers in this country. Did I not mention that?
- That's it. Call out the helicopters. - And assault team.
We're getting our head back.
No, no. I love the two of you so much...
...but brute force will only get your precious head smooshed.
You have done such fine quality work.
Now, please, relax.
Let us handle it from here.
Sometimes you must put your faith in a higher power.
We're heroes. We don't need any higher power.
- I'll be in touch. - We make our own fate.
We don't need anybody cleaning up our mess.
You know, we're champions!
We've got this under control.
You know, we're just gonna... We're...
- Shall we just go home? - Oh, God, yes.
Couldn't get me out of this rat hole of a country fast enough.
Is Buffy back yet?
Sorry. Not yet.
You guys can hang if you want.
I'm just heading out.
Hey, nice jacket.
It's the latest style.
SPIKE: Andrew...
Has Buffy been acting off?
Like the lmmortal's got her under a spell of sorts?
Excellent question.
No.
- Could it be mind control? - A love potion?
- Did she drink a love potion? ANDREW: Seriously...
...I thought of that, but it turns out Buffy fell for the lmmortal on her own.
And now she's happy. That's it.
But she's not finished baking yet. I gotta wait till she finds herself.
That's the drill. Fine.
I'm waiting patiently, and meanwhile the lmmortal's eating cookie dough!
ANDREW: Spike, is Angel crying?
No.
- Not yet. ANDREW: Hold the waterworks, big guy.
The lmmortal's cool and all, but he ain't all that.
He's got his flaws.
- Really? - What are they?
ANDREW: The point is, she's moving on.
You guys do the same, you might catch her one day.
One of you anyway.
But you keep running in place, you're gonna find she's long gone.
It is a bit silly.
Us...
...chasing around like a couple of henpecked teenagers.
ANDREW: Buffy loves both of you, but she's gotta live her life.
People change.
You guys should try it some time.
[KNOCKING]
[SPEAKING IN ITALIAN]
Well...
- Maybe it's time we... - Yeah.
Wes?
Are you, like, mad at me or something?
Stop it.
Isn't it what you desire?
I mean...
...you love me, I love you. What's the big deal?
I loved her.
You loved this...
...and part of you still does.
I can feel it in you.
I...
...wish to explore it further.
Never.
You, like this?
It sickens me.
Oh, Lord.
We both know that ain't true.
Stop it.
Change back. Be blue.
Be anything.
Don't be her.
Don't ever be her.
As you wish.
Thanks.
Gunn, we lost the head.
- Start preparing the troops for war. - Head's in your office.
- What? - It's on your desk.
"With regards, the lmmortal."
I really hate that guy.
What's Buffy thinking? Honestly.
She doesn't exactly have the best taste in men. Case in point.
Hey, I think I turned out all right.
Yeah, once she got through with you.
I wasn't the one living in alleys, rubbing rat filth all over my face.
If we're talking projects, you're the Sistine Chapel.
- I wasn't a project. - Well, neither was I.
Can't we just lock her away in a box where no one can ever touch her?
You know? Like we did with Pavayne.
I don't think she'd let us. I mean, she's pretty strong.
We could do a spell.
- Some sort of mind control. - She'd figure it out. She's pretty smart.
So, what?
We just have to live with it?
Get on with our lives?
Afraid so.
Fine. No problem.
I was planning on doing that anyway.
Yeah, me too.
Actually, I'm doing it right now. As we speak, I'm moving on.
- Moving on. - Oh, yeah.
- Right now. SPIKE: Moving.
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