INT. SPIKE'S CRYPT SUBCHAMBER - LATER - NIGHT
CLOSE ON BUFFY'S FACE, stirring awake.
WIDEN as she discovers she's suspended from the ceiling, her hands shackled above her head. The room is more illuminated than before as more torches along the wall are lit.
There she is...
Beginning to think you'd sleep
the night away.
Not nice to change the game in mid-play,
Spike... You've taken my chair and the
music hasn't stopped.
Sorry, Pet. My house, my rules.
I think I shall be very cross with
you when I'm free again.
What is going on?
Simple... I'm going to prove
I love you.
Oh my God...
Look at me! I... LOVE... you.
You're all I bloody think about...
Dream about... You're in my gut,
my throat... I'm drowning in you,
Summers. Drowning in--
Can do without the laugh track, Dru.
(through her laughter)
But it's so funny... I knew...
before you did... I knew you loved
the Slayer. The pixies in my head
whispered it to me... I thought they
would fly away...
You can't tell me there isn't anything
there between you and me. I know
you feel something.
It's called "revulsion." And
whatever you think you're feeling...
it's not love. You can't love
without a soul.
Oh, we can, you know. We can
love quite well...
(looking at Spike bemused)
If not wisely.
You still don't believe. Still don't
think I mean it. You want proof?
I'm going to kill Drusilla for you.
That's not going to prove anything.
Except that you're a miserable, sick
vampire I should've dusted a long
time ago. And, hey, already there.
Don't mock this.
Go mock yourself.
This is Drusilla, girl. Do you have
the slightest idea how much she
means to me?
This is the face of my salvation.
Before Dru, I was nothing. A speck.
But when she bit me, she delivered me
from mediocrity. For over a century -
we cut a swath through the continents,
shared a bed, drank from the same vein...
A hundred years, and she never
stopped surprising me... Never
stopped taking me to new depths.
I was a lucky bloke, to touch such
a black beauty. Lucky just to stand
in her light...
Tsk. Aww. Oww--
So you see, it means something.
Not to me. Kill her. Why do I care?
Here's why: If you don't admit that
there's something there... Some tiny
feeling for me... Then I'll untie Dru
and let her kill you , instead.
Yes. Please. I like that game much
Just... Give me something... a
crumb, the barest smidge... tell
me someday, maybe, there's a chance...
Spike... (voice hardens) You don't love me.
This is all part of your tweaked out Slayer fixation.
It's just a game to you. It's not love - you wanna know how I know?
Because this - this set-up, you'll never go through with it.
You're not going to kill Drusilla. You'd never do it.
Oh, I'd do it.
You're just trying to play me. You want to win the game.
Except it's not a game. Love is something
you could never understand. You don't love me.
Your 'love' isn't real. What you feel isn't real.
You think this is a game? Not real, is it?
Love is sacrifice. Love is devoting yourself to... to her.
And if you have to burn everything else you hold dear...
Then let it burn. Let it burn for love.