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Dissolve to Spike's warehouse. Drusilla opens a jewelry case, and inside
is a gold necklace with rubies set into an integrated pendant. The
camera pans up from it over to Spike in his wheelchair.
Spike: Fancy it, pet?
Drusilla: Ahhh. It's beautiful. Mm.
Spike: Nothing but the best for my gir...
Angelus walks up to the table and sets down a human heart, fresh and
bloody. He smiles over at Spike, then down at Drusilla.
Angelus: Happy Valentine's Day, Dru.
Drusilla: Oh... (holds her hands over it) Angel!
Angelus raises his eyebrows at Spike.
Drusilla: It's still warm.
Spike closes his eyes and lets out a deep breath, then looks back up at
Angelus.
Angelus: I knew you'd like it. (inhales the aroma) I found it in a
quaint little shopgirl.
He sees the necklace, picks it up and holds it out to have a look at it.
Angelus: Cute. (reaches around Drusilla's neck with it) Here.
She pulls her hair back and away so he can close the clasp behind her
neck. Spike wheels toward them, upset with Angelus' forwardness.
Spike: I'll get it.
Angelus: (looks up at Spike) Done. I know Dru gives you pity access,
but you have to admit it's so much easier when I do things for her.
(smiles)
Spike: (controlling his anger) You would do well to worry less about
Dru (Angelus rolls his eyes) and more about that Slayer you've been
tramping around with.
Angelus: (paces behind the table) Dear Buffy. I'm still trying to
decide the best way to send my regards. (sits on the table)
Spike: Why don't you rip her lungs out? It might make an impression.
Angelus: Lacks... poetry.
Spike: It doesn't have to. (inhales and thinks) What rhymes with lungs?
Drusilla: Don't worry, Spike. (looks back at Angelus) Angel always
knows... (looks at the heart) what speaks to a girl's heart.
The camera pans down from her to the heart.
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