Cut to Riley opening a crypt door and walking in. Candles are lit everywhere. He walks in, looking around.
SPIKE: Well, well. (Spike emerges from the shadows holding a crossbow.) ) You can take the boy out of the Initiative, but you can't take the Initiative out of the boy.
RILEY: I'd put that down, unless you're bucking for one hell of a headache.
(Spike hesitates, puts the bow down. ) SPIKE: I can't be too careful. I got quite a few demons after me these days.
RILEY: I'm looking for some information. Might pay a little.
SPIKE: (shrugs) I'll play. (Goes over to a couple of chairs)
RILEY: What can you tell me about Dracula?
SPIKE: Dracula? (scoffs) Poncy bugger owes me eleven pounds, for one thing. (Puts a cigarette in his mouth)
RILEY: You know him?
SPIKE: Know him? We're old rivals. (Lights cigarette) But then he got famous, forgot all about his foes. (Points at Riley) I'll tell you what. That glory hound's done more harm to vampires than any slayer. His story gets out, and suddenly everybody knows how to kill us. (Sits down) You know, the mirror bit?
RILEY: But he's not just a regular vampire. I mean, he has special powers, right?
SPIKE: Nothing but showy gypsy stuff. What's it to you, anyway?
RILEY: He's in town. Making his presence known.
SPIKE: (smiling) Drac's in Sunnydale-way? (Puts feet up on a cassock) I guess the old boy needed closure after all.
RILEY: Actually, he's gunning for Buffy. But I'm out to find him before he gets another shot at her. (Sits)
SPIKE: Tough talk, cowboy. But you're not gonna catch him napping in a crypt. No, the count has to have his luxury estate and his bug-eaters and his special dirt, don't he?
RILEY: So you're saying I should check out mansions, that sort of thing?
SPIKE: No. (stands) I'm saying ... you should go home to your superhoney. Have a nice, safe snog. You're out of your depth on this one, boy. (Turns his back on Riley)
RILEY: You've helped Buffy before, so she has a problem with killing you now that you're helpless. (Spike still turned away)
RILEY: I don't.
(Spike turns to face him, walks up to him. )
SPIKE: I'd like to see you try. Riley stands, gets in Spike's face.
RILEY: Would you? They stare each other down. Finally Spike looks away.
SPIKE: Pfft. Riley walks to the door.
SPIKE: (calls out as Riley is at the door) You're never gonna find him. (Riley leaves.)
(to himself) Not before he gets to her.
What are your thoughts about it? About the way he's saying it?
SPIKE: Well, well. (Spike emerges from the shadows holding a crossbow.) ) You can take the boy out of the Initiative, but you can't take the Initiative out of the boy.
RILEY: I'd put that down, unless you're bucking for one hell of a headache.
(Spike hesitates, puts the bow down. ) SPIKE: I can't be too careful. I got quite a few demons after me these days.
RILEY: I'm looking for some information. Might pay a little.
SPIKE: (shrugs) I'll play. (Goes over to a couple of chairs)
RILEY: What can you tell me about Dracula?
SPIKE: Dracula? (scoffs) Poncy bugger owes me eleven pounds, for one thing. (Puts a cigarette in his mouth)
RILEY: You know him?
SPIKE: Know him? We're old rivals. (Lights cigarette) But then he got famous, forgot all about his foes. (Points at Riley) I'll tell you what. That glory hound's done more harm to vampires than any slayer. His story gets out, and suddenly everybody knows how to kill us. (Sits down) You know, the mirror bit?
RILEY: But he's not just a regular vampire. I mean, he has special powers, right?
SPIKE: Nothing but showy gypsy stuff. What's it to you, anyway?
RILEY: He's in town. Making his presence known.
SPIKE: (smiling) Drac's in Sunnydale-way? (Puts feet up on a cassock) I guess the old boy needed closure after all.
RILEY: Actually, he's gunning for Buffy. But I'm out to find him before he gets another shot at her. (Sits)
SPIKE: Tough talk, cowboy. But you're not gonna catch him napping in a crypt. No, the count has to have his luxury estate and his bug-eaters and his special dirt, don't he?
RILEY: So you're saying I should check out mansions, that sort of thing?
SPIKE: No. (stands) I'm saying ... you should go home to your superhoney. Have a nice, safe snog. You're out of your depth on this one, boy. (Turns his back on Riley)
RILEY: You've helped Buffy before, so she has a problem with killing you now that you're helpless. (Spike still turned away)
RILEY: I don't.
(Spike turns to face him, walks up to him. )
SPIKE: I'd like to see you try. Riley stands, gets in Spike's face.
RILEY: Would you? They stare each other down. Finally Spike looks away.
SPIKE: Pfft. Riley walks to the door.
SPIKE: (calls out as Riley is at the door) You're never gonna find him. (Riley leaves.)
(to himself) Not before he gets to her.
What are your thoughts about it? About the way he's saying it?