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This
is the whole conversation that Spike and Buffy have about why Slayers
lose and die at a young age. Buffy
asks Spike how he was able to kill two slayers. She needs to find
out how to be a better Slayer and live longer. This conversation
takes place in 1977 during Spikes fight with the second slayer he
killed and in the present with Buffy at the Bronze. The text in
black takes place in 1977 and the text in green is at the Bronze
in the present.
Spike:(to
Buffy) The first was all business but the second, she had a touch
of your style.
(Spike and the second Slayer trade blows. This Slayer does indeed
fight much like Buffy. She runs Spike headfirst into the train car's
window, smashing it. Spike looses a cry of delight and attacks again.)
Spike:
(to Buffy)She was cunning, resourceful... oh, did I mention? Hot.
I could have danced all night with that one.
Buffy: You think we're dancing?
Spike:That's all we've ever done.
(Spike breaks one of the subway car's hand
rails and wields it as a weapon.)
Spike: (v.o.) And the thing about the dance is, you never
get to stop.
(Spike flips the pool cue up and spins it like the hand rail.)
Spike:
(to Buffy)Every day you wake up, it's the same bloody question that
haunts you: is today the day I die?
(He brings the pool cue down in a vicious arc and Buffy counter-attacks,
enraged.
Spike cracks the Slayer across the face with the metal rail, sending
her reeling to the floor and pounds her repeatedly with it.)
Spike: (v.o.) Death is on your heels, baby, and sooner or
later it's gonna catch you.
(Spike brings the rail down for another blow but the Slayer catches
it and slams it back into his face.)
Spike:
(to Buffy) And part of you wants it... not only to stop the fear
and uncertainty, but because you're just a little bit in love with
it.
(Buffy has heard enough. She backhands Spike across the face.
On the subway, Spike falls to the floor and the Slayer jumps on
his chest, straddling him. She pounds him repeatedly in the face
as the train car's lights go out. When they come back on, the Slayer
is on her back with Spike straddling her, his hands around her throat.)
Spike: Death is your art. You make it with your hands,
day after day.
(Buffy stares at him, her face a blank mask. The Slayer struggles
beneath Spike.)
Spike: That final gasp. That look of peace. Part of you
is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And
now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or
the kicks you didn't land. Every Slayer... has a death wish.
(Spike grips the Slayer's head between his hands and twists violently,
snapping her neck and killing her.)
Spike:
(to Buffy) Even you.(Spike stands up and faces Buffy.)
(In the subway, he walks to the end of the car and pulls the
emergency cord. As the train grinds to a halt, he returns to the
dead Slayer and pulls off her black leather coat.)
Spike:
The only reason you've lasted as long as you have is you've got
ties to the world... your mum, your brat kid sister, the Scoobies.
They all tie you here but you're just putting off the inevitable.
(Spike shrugs into the dead Slayer's coat.)
Spike: Sooner
or later, you're gonna want it. And the second- the second- that
happens...
(Spike claps his hands together inches from Buffy's face.)
Spike: You know I'll be there. I'll slip in... have myself
a real good day.
(He stares intently into Buffy's eyes, then steps back.)
Spike: Here endeth the lesson. I just wonder if you'll
like it as much as she did.
(The
tension is rising between them.)
Buffy:
Spike...
(His passion aroused, Spike leans in to kiss her. She backs away
in horror.)
Buffy:
What the hell are you doing?
(He grabs Buffy by the arms, his words coming in a breathless
pant.)
Spike:
Come on. I can feel it, Slayer. You know you want to dance.
Buffy:
Say it's true. Say I do want to.
(She shoves him to the ground and looks down at him with disgust.)
Buffy:
It wouldn't be you, Spike. It would never be you.
(She tosses the wad of cash at him contemptuously.)
Buffy:
You're beneath me.
(Buffy turns and walks off into the night, leaving Spike alone
in the dark alley. Spike begins to gather up the money, stifling
a sob. As Buffy's words ring down through the years, he becomes
the same spurned and awkward young man he once was. Her words have
hurt him more than her blows ever have. He closes his eyes in anguish,
takes a deep breath, and when he looks up again, only murderous
hate remains
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from "Fool for Love" Season 5 Ep.
7 (#) "BtVS" Written by Douglas Petrie
Riley: "Were
you ... were you just smelling her (Buffy's) sweater?"
Spike: "No. (Riley glares at him) Well, yeah, all right,
I did. It's a... predator thing, nothin' wrong with it. Just ...
know your enemy's scent, whet the appetite for a hunt. (He sniffs
the sweater again.) Ah, that's the stuff! Slayer musk, it's bitter
and aggravating!"
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from "Shadow", Season 5 Ep. 8 "BtVS" Written
by David Fury
Spike:
Oh, yeah, okay. Let me guess — you won't kill me? Ooh!
The whole crowd-pleasing threats and swagger routine. Outstandingly
original. You know, I'm just passing through. Satisfied? You know,
I really hope so, because God knows you need some satisfaction
in
life besides shagging Captain Cardboard! And I never really liked
you anyway. And you have stupid hair!
-
from "No Place Like Home", Season 5 Ep. 5"BtVS" Written
by Douglas Petrie
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