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Hellbound

Written by Stephen S. DeKnight

Transcribed by Tania

Open of episode.

Fred, carrying papers, walking down hall into lab. Meets man in lab-coat at door.

Fred: "Oh, Goodnight."

Man: "Goodnight."

Fred looks around lab, stops, looks over her shoulder.

Fred: "Ack" drops papers.

Spike: "How long'd you know I was there?"

Fred: "Oh, just since the lobby, but that popping up behind me was really scary. Look, I dropped my papers."

Spike: "Nice Touch."

Fred: Thanks."

Spike: "I'd give you hand with that but...uh..." runs hand through jar on desk.

Fred: "Uh, still no interaction."

Spike: "Not a twinge. Can't spirit the knick knacks about. Can't wooly the locals. Bloody sad ghost I turned out."

Fred: "I've told you before, you're not a ghost."

Spike: "Chipper, give us a hug."

Fred: "You know what I mean. You're more than a common spectral disturbance. I've never seen anything like you."

Spike: "Bet you say that to all the spirits."

Fred: Scans him. "Pft. Oh, you're radiant heat signature's dropped another point zero two degrees."

Spike: "Thought it was a bit nippy."

Fred: "Is everything...are you?"

Spike: "Feeling hte tug of eternal damnation? Maybe that's why I can't touch anything. I'm using all my mentalies just to keep from slipping into hell."

Fred: "I won't let that happen. I've been working on a theory. Well, more of a hunch actually, but I think I'm getting close."

Spike: "To making me a real boy again."

Fred: Laughs. "As real as a vampire with a soul can be. It won't be like Angel's thing with the prophecy, but..."

Spike: "What prophecy?"

Fred: "The Shan-shu-ha something or another. It says that if Angel helps enough people he gets to be human again."

Spike: "Oh, really? Goody for him."

Fred: "Ahh, that totally makes sense."

Spike: "What does?"

Fred: "The fluctuations in your readings. A lack of particle cohesion. It's almost as if your essence is straddling a dimensional void, which may be the key, assuming the amulet you used to save the world has some sort of  trans-reality amplifier capable of focusing massive quantities of mystical energy."

Spike: "And what in the King's English does that mean to the dearly almost departed?"

Fred: "It means that if I can defy most of the laws of nature, there's a good chance I'll be able to anchor you to this plane and make you corporeal."

Spike: "Well, might be a hug in your future after all."

Spike tries to lean on the desk but falls through it.

Fred: "Spike?"

Spike lands on the cement floor of the basement.

Spike: "Brilliant." Hears cutting sound. He follows the sound, sees a man sitting at a table. "Don't mean to interrupt the sitting in the dark basement mate, but could you point the way back to the lab? As the ghost flies I'm..." Sees that the man is cutting off his own fingers. The man turns to Spike, his face sliced up, then disappears.  "Take that as a no then."

Opening Credits.

Lorne: "I made the deal with my own two horns. Second billing right after Gwyneth. No, no, stop crying. It's okay you put on a few pounds since casting, they can't just...no, no, no, just put the pills down. I'll straighten this out, if I can't I'll take a handful myself." Walks into elevator, passing Fred.

Fred enters Wesley's office, places a sheet of paper on his desk.

Fred: "I need these as soon as possible."

Wesley: "Hello Wesley, nice to see you. "

Fred: "Oh, sorry, little preoccupied."

Wesley: "Magdalene Grimoire, Grenomicron De Mort, Auchstatus Treatise on Fractal Geometry in 12th Dimensional Space? Preoccupied might not be the word we're looking for."

Fred: "How fast can I get em?"

Wesley: "Half of these are antiquities of the rarest order. If I exploit every connection I've made over the last month as the new head of Research and Intelligence...Twenty minutes."

Fred: "Great, let me know when they're in."

Wesley: "Under one condition. Dinner."

Fred: "Oh, I..."

Wesley: "I mean you, having one, a real one. When's the last time you had anything more than day old take-out, or more than a nap up in your lab?"

Fred: "I'm okay really. Twenty minutes? Thanks, And don't worry, I am totally, completely...Ack" Turns to face Eve.

Eve: "Hey, got a sec?"

Interior Angel's Office.

Angel: Clears throat. "I know how difficult it's been going from a small detective agency to running, ah, Wolfram and Hart, and uh,  we've all been adjusting."

Fred: "It's okay, Wes just gave me the talk, and I'm going to have a good meal, and at least six hours a sleep. So everybody can just stop worrying. I'm fine. Really."

Angel: "Good. That's...actually there's some concern about how much the practical science department has been spending."

Fred: "Oh, un, yeah, I guess I might have gone over my projections by a few..."

Eve: "Eight hundred thousand dollars. That's how much you've exceeded your quarterly budget, and the quarter ain't over yet, sweetie."

Fred: "Look, I know it sounds like, I mean it is a lot of money, but I'm trying to do something that's never been done before. So, yeah, attempting to recorporealize Spike is gonna cost..."

Angel: "Whoa...Trying to do what?"

Fred: "Make Spike corporeal again, like you asked."

Angel: "Uh, no, what I asked for was for you to try to find a way to get Spike out of Wolfram and Hart."

Fred: "Angel, we accepted the offer to take over the LA branch of an evil multi-dimensional law firm because we thought we could make a difference. Use the resources of Wolfram and Hart to do something decent."

Angel: "And how's that have anything to with Spike?"

Fred: "He just saved the world, vampire with a soul, fighting for the good of humanity, ring anything? He's just like you, a champion."

Angel: "God, I really hate that word."

Fred: "Think of what an asset he'd be fighting on our side."

Angel: "Except he won't be. I know Spike better than anyone and he only cares about himself."

Fred: "And Buffy."

Eve: "Well, this is getting interesting."

Angel: "You're right. He does care about Buffy. So, where do you think he's gonna to run off to as soon as his fresh new feet hit the ground?"

Fred: "Is that what this is about? You're afraid he's gonna come back and try to get with your ex again?"

Angel: "I just want you to be careful, Fred, because I know how charming Spike can be."

Eve: "He is quite the dish, with those eyes and..."

Fred: "And the hair, and the cheeks, and. What do you think I am? Stupid? I know he's been playing me with the looks and the smiles. I'm not some idiot school girl with a crush."

Angel: "Then what is it?"

Fred: "It's about doing what's right, remember?"

Angel: "Your department. Your call. Just don't be disappointed if it doesn't work. Some people can't be saved."

Spike in Lab.

Spike: "Never a fetching mad scientist about when you need one.  Whatever you're cobbling together pet, think you better hurry it along."

Lights begin to flash. A shadow runs across the wall.

Spike: "Done chopping your feelers off in the basement? Floatin' upstairs for a few chuckles now. Right, vampire ghost here you sod, bloody well invented afraid of the dar." Follows flickering lights. "Bugger this, I'm not playing follow the blinking light for the rest of the..."

Hears heavy breathing, follows said lights.

Spike: "Alright, fooled me here with the creep show. Now what?"

He sees a woman kneeled over, when she stands she has no arms.

Woman: Please...hold me. Hold me please. It's coming."

Elevator opens into Angel's penthouse, Angel walks out, Spike is waiting for him.

Spike: "So, what's on the agenda? Rousting a nest of venomous retirement plans?"

Angel: "Shop's closed Spike. Come back and haunt me tomorrow." Pours himself some blood from a decanter.

Spike: "It's too rarified up here for my tastes anyhow. Down with the dregs is where I belong, innit?"

Angel: "And yet, he's still here."

Spike: "Just thought we could hang is all. Couple a vampires from the old days, doing our hangy thing."

Angel: "You're starting to feel it aren't you? How close you are now, to hell?"

Spike: "What if I am? Not like it's such a big bleeding deal is it? If a ponce like you could break out."

Angel: "I never escaped from hell. All I got was a short reprieve. Not even sure how I managed that."

Spike: "Oh, put your martyr away Mahatma, Fred told me all about your great shining prophecy, pile up all your good deeds and get the big brass ring handed to you,  like everything else."

Angel: "Except for one small catch, prophecy's a bunch of bull. They all are, nothing's written in stone or fated to happen, Spike. You save the world and you end up running an evil law firm."

Spike: "Or playing Casper with one foot in the fryer."

Angel: "You think any of it matters? The things we did, the lives we destroyed, that's all that's ever gonna count. So yeah, surprise you're going to hell. We both are."

Spike: "Then why even bother? Try to do the right thing, make a difference."

Angel: "What else are we gonna do?"

Spike: "So that's it then, I really am going to burn."

Angel: "Welcome to the club."

Spike: "Well, least I got company, eh? You and me, together again. Hope and Crosby, Stills and Nash, Chico and the..."

Angel: "Yeah, are we done?"

Spike: "Never much for small talk were you ? Always too busy trying to perfect that brooding block of wood mystique. God I loved that."

Angel: "Not as much as I loved your non-stop yammering."

Spike: "The way you always had to be the big swingy, swaggering around barking orders."

Angel: "Never listening."

Spike: "Always interrupting."

Angel: "And your hair, what color do they call that? Radioactive."

Spike: "Never much cared for you Liam, even when we were evil."

Angel: "Cared for you less."

Spike: "Fine."

Angel: "Good."

They sit in silence for a moment.

Angel: "There was one thing about you..."

Spike: "Yeah?"

Angel: "Yeah, I never told anybody about this, but I, I liked your poems."

Spike: "You like Barry Manilow."

Spike looks across the room and sees a man hanging from the ceiling.

Angel: "What is it?"

Spike: "Don't you see it?"

Angel: "See what?"

Spike: "Nothing, too much talk of fire and brimstone."

Spike looks over Angel's shoulder and sees another body.

Angel: "What."

They are now standing in the middle of the room, Wesley and Fred are there.

Angel: "Right now?"

Spike: "Yes, right now, right here. Piss off, I'm trying to have a conversation here. Shut up. I don't care what happened to you."

Wesley: "Who's he talking to?"

Angel: "Ghosts."

Fred: "Where?"

Spike: "Everywhere. The blighters are coming out of the woodwork. No, I am not talking to you, go away. I'm not..." He keeps talking in the background. "Just stop it."

Gunn: Enters with Eve. "We just checked with security."

Eve: "They do hourly sweeps with the mystics to secure against spectral intrusion."

Angel: "So how many are we dealing with?"

Gunn: "Uh, none. Last sweep was ten minutes ago. Spike's the only non-corporeal in the building."

Woman/Ghost: "It's coming for you."

Spike: "Check again."

Fred: "Maybe we should go back to the lab."

Spike: "No, I'm telling you, they are here. You have to check again. Something's happening."

Man/Ghost: "It's here."

Spike: "Fred, please, you have to use that perfect brain of yours to get me the hell out..." He fades out.

Fred: "Spike?"

Eve: "Where'd he go?"

Angel: "It's okay, he does this sometimes."

Spike: "Does what?" He fades back in, but the others can't see him.

Fred: "We should spread out, see if we can find him. We just need to find him."

Spike: "Well, what are you going on about? I haven't gone anywhere. Fred? I'm here. I'm, I'm still here. FRED." The others leave Spike alone. He poofs to the lobby.

Voice: "She can't help you now, William. No one can."

Spike: "Is this the part where I say 'who's there' and something creepy happens?" A shadow runs across the wall. "Thought so." He walks up the stairs and starts wandering down the halls. Elevator opens.

Spike: "Oh no, haunted lift. Take a slice more to wet my knickers." He gets in anyway.

Wesley's office, Gunn and Fred are with him.

Wesley: "Angel does have a point, Spike has been unintentionally dissaperating more and more frequently lately.

Gunn: "Give him twenty minutes, he'll be popping up next to you in the bathroom making cracks about your...Am I the only one he does that to?"

Fred: "I know he's done this before, but you saw the way he was acting. Something's different about it this time. He's agitated, hallucinating."

Gunn: "Ghosts can do that?"

Wesley: "We are dealing with a unique case here, as far as manifestations go. Dementia isn't completely out of the question."

Fred: "He's not crazy.

Gunn: "Screaming about people who aren't there? That's grounds for involuntary committal under Lanterman-Petrich Shore act, which states... Oh, sorry, sometimes the law they stuffed in my noggin just clicks on."

Fred: "You don't know what Spike's dealing with. Where he goes when he disappears, he told me. It's hell, he's slipping into hell."

Gunn: "Kinda figured."

Wesley: "Of course."

Gunn: "Where else would he be headed?"

Elevator opens to basement, Spike exits.

Spike: "Had to be the basement. Already played this one out. Not like another round is gonna rattle my nobs." Walks toward chopping sound again, this time there is no-one at the table, although the fingers are still there, wiggling.

Woman/Ghost: Kind of sings. "It's gonna get you." Walks towards Spike, she has a shard of glass stuck in her eye.

Spike: "What exactly would it be love?"

Woman/Ghost: "Reaper's gonna take you."

Spike: "The reaper? Tall, grim fellow with a sythe? Is that what all this boogy boogy's been about?"

Woman/Ghost: "It hurts."

Spike: "I've been knocking around the land of the lost for months now. Pretty easy to please, slip through the cracks did I?"

Woman/Ghost: "Don't worry William." She pulls shard from her eye.  "Haven't forgotten you." She slashes Spike's cheek with the glass, then disappears. The gash is left on Spike's cheek.

Fred's lab. Spike is behind her, but she doesn't see him. She is working on an equation.

Fred: "Carries the quotient mood across the remainder. Separate the imbalance with the mirius or the constant."

Spike:  "Think I know what they are, things I been seein'. They're the welcoming party. Guess hell got tired of waiting. Reaching out for me now. Send their boy around to collect me."

Fred: "I knew it."

Spike: "It knows my name. Knows how to hurt me. I wanted to thank you pet, how you tried to help. I wanted to tell you what that meant to me before I..."

Fred: "Damn I'm good."

Spike: "You are?"

Fred: "Freaking genius. Just cancel out the radical."

Spike: "Thought you had me, didn't ya."

Fred: "Which causes a feedback  wave that liquefies half of Los Angeles."

Spike: "What?"

Fred: "Oh, I'll never figure this out."

Spike: "Yes you will. Genius remember? Don't throw in now, Fred. Please." She walks away and when Spike reaches out to touch her she feels a spark.

Fred: "Spike?"

Spike: "That's right, love. You felt it too, didn't you? I'm here. I'm still here." The lights go out. "No. She can feel me. You're not taking me yet. You're not taking me."

Fred: "Spike if it's you give me some sort of.." She turns around and Angel is there. "Would everybody please stop doing that?"

Angel: "Sorry, I just wanted to let you know..."

Fred: "Angel, something was in the lab. It touched me, I think that maybe it was."

Angel: "Fred, we did another sweep with the mystics. They didn't find anything."

Fred: "Screw the mystics. I know what I felt. We have to find a way to contact him before he's really gone."

In the boardroom.

Wesley: "Perhaps we should reconsider this."

Gunn: "Ya think? Seen enough horror flicks to know these things always turn out ugly."

A woman walks into the room.

Gunn: "I stand corrected."

Mystic: "Ok, let's get to it. Eve tells me you've lost a ghosty."

Fred: "Well, he's not actually a ghost technically, more of a..."

Mystic: "Yeah, whatever. Now I have pilates at the crack of why am I awake, so we're gonna move this right along. I will mutter a few calming words to get us into the zone and we'll see if we can scare up your missing spook. Okay, clear your minds, which from the looks of you won't be that hard."

Fred: "Should we hold hands?"

Mystic: "Only if you're lonely. Now zip it and let me do my sweet funky. I call upon the guardian of souls, the keeper of the passage. Let our breath flow from what is to what is passed. Bless us with the presence of the lost, grant us communion with the world beyond our reach, give voice to those who can no longer be heard. I beseech you open your gates, reveal your secrets."

Spike: Appearing beside her, but again no one can see him. "Damn right you do."

Mystic: "Very close."

Spike: "Skip the clap-trap and tell em to get me out of here."

Mystic: "So much pain."

Fred: "He's in pain?"

Mystic: "The dark soul, so much suffering."

Spike: "Dark, pain, suffering. They've got it. Now tell them to help me."

Mystic: "It's coming. It's coming."

Spike: "I'm already here. What are you going on about?"

Mystic: "Oh god. I can feel it, the dark soul, it's here, it's."

Spike: "The reaper. The bloody freaking reaper, go one tell them."

Mystic: "It's the...waaah" She begins to choke.

Gunn: "Whoa."

Fred: "What's happening?"

Angel: "Spike stop it."

Spike: "It's not me you git."

Angel: "Let her go." Angel goes to the mystic's side. Blood is now coming from her nose. She stops choking.

Fred: "Are you alright?"

The mystic sprays them all with blood and lurches over.

Gunn is shutting some office doors and turns to Wesley.

Gunn: "Okay, what the hell was that. I know they used to call Spike William the Bloody, but why would he go all scanners on her?"

Wesley: "He wouldn't. No advantage in it to kill someone trying to help him."

Gunn: "You saying it was an accident?"

Wesley: "Or whatever she contacted wasn't the dark soul we were expecting."

Gunn: "So, she wasn't talking about Spike."

Wesley: "Then there's something else here at Wolfram and Hart. Something else a hell of a lot worse."

Fred's lab. Fred is in a steamy shower at the back of the lab. Spike is snanding outside.

Spike: "Why did it kill her? Reaper's supposed to take souls not make em. If it was come for me couldn't have been worried she was gonna help, she didn't even know I was there. Unless it wasn't about me. Fred, I think I know why it killed her. It was trying to hide something. Something it didn't want you to know." He reaches out towards the shower and his fingertips stop at the glass. He touches it again and his hand goes through. "Come on, just reach out an..." He reaches out again and draws an 'R' in the steam.

Fred turns around and sees the word 'REAPER' written on the glass. Then the glass shatters and Spike is thrust into the basement again. We hear footsteps coming towards him.

Spike: "Come on then. No more games. No more hidin' in the shadows. Let's do this. Right and proper." We see a man carrying a briefcase reach the top of the stairs. "A lawyer?" Spike laughs, the man turns to him and we see his face is a burned mess of blood.

Man/Ghost: "William."

Woman/Ghost with no arms: "Please."

Spike: "No." He is now in the lobby.

Woman/Ghost with glass in eye: "It hurts."

Spike: "No. I'm not talking to flunkies anymore. You hear that? Got your number, don't I? You're sending your third rates to rattle my chains. It's just some little twit of spirit trying to have a go at me, aren't you? Big bad reaper coming to take me to hell. Not bloody likely." He screams and falls to the ground, we see a flash of a bloody head in some sort of torture device.

Voice: "Yes take you screaming. An eternity  of suffering for your sins." A man comes and stands beside Spike cradling a knife. "But first, I get to play. Let's get started then, shall we?"

In Wesley's office.

Gunn: "Got it. The dark soul."

Angel: "What's it say?"

Gunn: Not a lot. There are over thirty-two hundred references. Four of them are about you."

Angel: "What? Give me that." Takes book from Gunn. "Let me see."

Wesley: "This is getting us nowhere."

Angel: "Now that;s not fair. I didn't even have a soul when I did that."

Wesley: There's got to be a way to narrow down the search."

Fred rushes in pulling on a shirt.

Fred: "Reaper. Cross reference with the word reaper."

Gunn: "Where'd you pull that from?"

Fred: "It came to me in the shower."

Angel: "Here it is. Mathias Pavayne. Dark soul number one eighty-two."

Wesley: "Pavayne." He goes to the computer.

Angel: "There's not much here. European aristocrat, eighteenth century. He was a doctor nicknamed the reaper for performing unnecessary surgery on his patients."

Fred: "What kind of surgery?"

Wesley: "The kind you don't recover from. There's a file on him in internal archives, classified histories."

Gunn: "He worked for Wolfram and Hart?"

Wesley: "Not exactly. Word spread of his unorthodox practices. Fred to California, which was still under Spanish rule at the time. His arrival coincided with a rash of brutal, ritualistic murders. Pieces of the victims placed in a manner suggesting an intimate knowledge of the dark arts."

Fred: "Pieces?"

Wesley: "The slaughter continued for the better part of twenty years. The perpetrator was never caught, at least not by the authorities."

Angel: "Are you saying Wolfram and Hart took this guy out?"

Fred: "Why would they do that?"

Gunn: "Sounds like their idea of employee of the month."

Wesley: "Because they needed his blood. Representatives from Wolfram and Hart were looking to build a new branch in what would eventually become Los Angeles. Unfortunately a Spanish mission was already built on the site their seers recommended. They needed an appropriate sacrifice to deconsecrate the grounds."

Fred: "So, this place is built on the blood of a mass-murdering psychopath?"

Wesley: "It would appear so."

Gunn: "But if Pavayne's half as bad as he sounds he should have been roasting his chestnuts in hell centuries ago."

Angel: "You said something about the dark arts, right?. Maybe he knew enough to figure out a way to stick around."

Fred: "Might explain why the mystics can't get a beat on him too."

Angel: "What I still don't get are all the ghosts in Wolfram and Hart."

Wesley: "But there aren't any."

Angel: "That's what I mean. High risk employment, people die here all the time. This place should be full of spooks.  So happened to them?"

Gunn: "Maybe this Pavayne character's munching on them."

Fred: "Whatever's happening to them we need to get Spike back before he's next."

Fred's lab, Spike is crawling on the ground bloodied.

Pavayne: "Vampire soul. Watch it struggle. More fun than the others."

Spike: "Go to hell."

Pavayne: "Your journey, not mine." Fred enters the upper lab office. "Oh the pretty, still trying to save you. Such passion, so wet and sweet. Perhaps I'll have a taste one day."

Spike comes up behind him and tries to punch, but his had goes through Pavayne's head ineffectually.

Pavayne: "Still thinking like meat and bone. None here boy. In this place all the rules are mine." They are now in the basement. "Reality bends my desire the way it was meant to."

Spike: "Bending reality, I didn't just fade away, it was you. That's why they can't see me anymore."

Pavayne: "Parlor tricks to amuse.  Like your blood." Spike's cuts disappear. "Oh yes, nothing here without the will. Your voice. Your body."

Woman/Ghost with glass in eye: "Clothes you think you wear." Spike is suddenly naked.

Pavayne: "William the Bloody, scourge and destroyer. But scratch the surface..."

Woman/Ghost with no arms: "Little Nancy still crying for his mother."

Pavayne: "Know all your hiddens, dirty red things you've done. Then fell in love, won himself a soul. No more dirty things, thinks himself special."

Woman/Ghost with glass in eye: "Thinks it matters."

Pavayne: "Hell still waits. Knows he deserves it, like all the others."

Spike: "You killed them."

Pavayne: "No, died themselves, here in service of Wolfram and Hart. Little ants scurrying from the flames."

Spike: "Their spirits are gone, try to keep from tumbling into hell, until you gave them a shove."

Pavayne: "Burning now, screaming forever like you'll scream."

Spike: "If they're in hell, they can't be here then, can they? Just more of your tricks. They aren't real."

Pavayne: "Real enough." A man comes behind Spike and stabs him in the shoulder. "Hell always hungers for the wicked boy. And it's feeding time."

Fred's office, she is writing on the glass.

Wesley: "That's never good."

Fred: "What? Oh no, I just ran out of white board. I'm not crazy... again."

Gunn: "Just scary smart."

Angel: "You really think this will bring Spike back?"

Fred: "Well, I had to extrapolate a new variation on inner-dimensional plasma dynamics on the fly, but if the math holds..."

Angel: "First we'll try to get Spike back, then we'll deal with Pavayne."

Fred: "Wait, for this to work it's going to require a massive surge of dark energy to  catalyze the process."

Angel: "How massive?"

Fred: "The equivalent of nuclear evil."

Angel: "Well, where the hell are we supposed to find that?"

Wesley: "Well, there is a legend that tells of a volcano deep in the forbidden jungles of South Africa."

Gunn: "Or...I might know a place a little closer to home."

The White Room.

Angel: "The White Room?"

Gunn: "Why do you think they call it that? And how are we still in the building when we're standing in a place that technically doesn't exist?"

Angel: "So this is your brainstorm? You want to try and snip off a piece of the conduit that connects Wolfram and Hart to the other dimensions?"

Gunn: "Want may be a hair strong."

Angel: "The last conduit took the form of that creepy little girl. No telling what the new one's decided to look like."

Gunn: "Actually, it's not that bad." They hear a roar. "If you like cats."

Angel: "I'm kind of a dog person."

Gunn: "Ixnay on the ogday."

Angel: "Uh, look we... we're not here to ruffle anything, we're just wondering if maybe we could borrow a couple of whiskers." The cat roars and Gunn takes a jar from Angel's hands and walks forward.

Gunn: "Whoa, hey, easy. It's me, Charles Gunn. You know I wouldn't be here if the situation wasn't heavy. Just asking for a little help, me to you, personal favor. What d'ya say?"

A black panther materializes and walks toward Angel and Gunn.

Gunn: "Yeah, who's a good kitty."

Basement, Spike is laying on the floor naked.

Pavayne: "Disappointing. I expected more from soul of vampire. Too much conscience perhaps? Weighing it down." The corner of the room starts to snake out black tendrils. "Look, hell knows your already, plump and ripe.  Beginning to understand aren't you? The soul that blesses you, damns you to suffer forever." Spike sees more flashes of torture. "You go now William, so I can stay."

Pavayne holds Spike's head up forcing him to look at the corner.

Pavayne: "Yes, squirm boy, it won't make a difference, getting what you deserve."

Spike: "You're right. I do deserve to go to hell, but not today." He throws Pavayne off of him.

Pavayne: "You dare?"

Spike: "Quite a bit, mate." The corner closes back up. "Reality bends to desire, that was it right. That's why I could touch Fred, write your name in the glass. All I had to do was want it bad enough." His clothes reappear. "And guess what I want to do now you prissy son of a bitch." He kicks Pavayne and sends him through a wall. "Keen little wrecker you got carved out for yourself, prying off spirits and chucking them down the chute. Kept your own toasties out of the fire, dinnit, until now." He punches Pavayne and then throws him through another wall, they continue to fight. "Not so much fun when we hit back, is it?"

Pavayne: "Starting to be." He punches Spike and sends him through a wall.

Fred's lab. Wesley is setting machine out when Angel and Gunn enter with the jar, now full of a black liquid.

Fred: "Make sure it's calibrated to minus point zero five eight. Did you get it?"

Gunn: "Make it count, told me we ain't getting anymore."

Angel: "It talks? I didn't hear it talk."

Gunn: "Maybe you weren't listening right."

Fred: "Alright, I think we're almost ready."

Angel: "So how do we let Spike know?"

Wesley: "Won't have to."

Fred: "This baby puts out enough juice to light up ghost city." She pushes the jar into a machine. "Anything remotely spectral around here is about to get the tinglies."

Cut to Spike on floor.

Pavayne: "Learned a few of my tricks. Means nothing does it?" He kicks Spike and sends him flying. "I've cheated hell for hundreds of years. Fed it other dirty little souls, left me alone, let me get stronger, now this realm I am god. And you, wood for the fire." He picks Spike up, a wave of light passes over them and Spike punches him and runs off towards the lab.  "This won't do, this won't do at all."

The lab, Fred is looking at a scanner.

Fred: "He's here. Spike! Step into the circle, hurry! We've only got one chance at making you corporeal again." She begins to choke. Pavayne is holding her.

Pavayne: "Why ever would I want to do that?"

Wesley: "Fred."

Gunn: "It's Pavayne, he's killing her."

Spike enters.

Pavayne: "Decisions. The girl or the flesh? There's no time for both." Spike Looks at them. "There's hope for you yet boy."

Spike: "Not really." He punches Pavayne, who lands in the circle and becomes corporeal.

Pavayne: "No, defilers. I'll cut you into nothing. I'll feast on your brains, I'll swim in lakes of your own blood."

Angel Punches him across the room.

Angel: "You'll shut the hell up."

Spike: "Don't kill him. If he becomes a spirit again we'll never stop him."

Angel: "Fine, no killing, just a whole lot of bruising."

Later, Fred is dumping broken machinery into a bucket.

Wesley: "Sure you're alright."

Fred: "Yeah, it's just, you know."

Gunn: "Why don't you take a break? We'll finish up."

Fred: "Thanks." She takes her notes to her office and throws them on the desk.

Spike: "Don't suppose you built a spare."

Fred: "Most of the pieces I used on this one were practically non-existent to start with. Even if I could replace them the chances of finding another power source...I'm sorry."

Spike: "Don't be love. Made my choice, wouldn't change it for the world."

Fred: "There are other things we could try, they're a little riskier but..."

Spike: "No, I'm not gonna end up like Pavayne, cheating hell any way he could, no matter who it hurt."

Fred: "Just proves what I've been telling everybody."

Spike: "That I'm a handsome devil who brightens the place up?"

Fred: "That you're worth saving."

Spike: "Don't have it so bad really. Plenty of room, good company. Even picked up a few new tricks." He picks up a coffee cup. "I guess there's worse things than being a ghost."

Cut to Pavayne strapped to a wall, brainwave monitors attached to his temples, eyes wide.

Angel: "Sure it'll hold him?"

Eve: "Permanent storage. If there's anything Wolfram and Hart excels at, it's keeping their unmentionables unmentioned."

Angel: "Congratulations, you get to live forever, unable to move, to touch or to feel. Or to affect anything in the world around you. But don't worry, I had them give you a window." He shuts the door and then looks back in. "Welcome to hell,"

End episode.