Spike: Oww!  Watch it.  That hurts.

Giles: It doesn't appear to be a bullet.  It's too deeply embedded to
be a tranquilizer dart.

Spike: (grumble) Also not tranquil.

Giles: Some sort of . . . illumination emanating from it.  It's
blinking.

Spike: I don't care if it's playing 'Rockin' the Casbah' on the bloody
Jew's harp, (human growling) just get it out of me!

Giles: Anya, there's a bottle of Cognac in the cabinet next to the
sink.  Can you get it for me?

Spike: (as she leaves) What?  You're gonna get snockered now?

Giles: It's not for me, you prat.  If I'm gonna operate on you then I
need you in anesthetized.  It's going to take some time. (picks up a
scalpel)

Xander: We don't have any.  That blinking thing.  My pseudo-soldier
memory bank tells me that's a tracer.

Giles: A what?

Spike: A what?

Xander: It's like a homing beacon.  And if commando guys are reading
the signal, they're coming home.

Anya returns with the bottle and offers it to Spike.  He grabs it and
takes a healthy swig.

Giles: Well, we need to buy some time.  It's in deep and I'm no
surgeon.

Scene Two:

Back at Giles' apartment.  Panning shot from the Cognac bottle,
hanging loosely in Spike's hand, we see he has a barely conscious
expression on his face.  He's now laying across the cleared surface of
Giles' desk.  Xander, and Anya are still in normal positions as Giles
continues to work on the wound