S U M M A R Y

DARLA, DRUSILLA AND ANDREW RETURN AS ANGEL AND SPIKE SEARCH FOR BUFFY - Angel (David Boreanaz) and Spike (James Marsters) travel to Rome with plans to rescue Buffy (Sarah Michelle Gellar, who does not appear in the episode) from their old nemesis The Immortal. While in Italy, they also attempt to retrieve the head of a fallen demon leader to prevent a perilous power struggle between several warring demon clans. Julie Benz guest stars as Darla, Tom Lenk guest stars as Andrew and Juliet Landau guest stars as Drusilla. Alexis Denisof, Amy Acker, J. August Richards, Andy Hallett and Mercedes McNab also star. David Greenwalt directed the episode written by Drew Goddard & Steven S. DeKnight.

Q U O T E S

Angel: Pack your bags.
Spike: I don't even speak the language.
Angel: We'll get you a book.
Spike: How do you say "wank off" in Italian?

Spike: All right, what is it this time? Uber-vamps? Demon gods? Devil robots?
Angel: It's Buffy.

Spike: What? You don't think I'm gonna let you traipse off to Italy without me, do you?
Angel: You don't speak the language.
Spike: I'll get a book.
Angel: Spike, you're only gonna make things worse.
Spike: Look, we get the Capo's body, we rescue Buffy, we stop The Immortal. It's that simple. Unless he kills you, which would be sad.

Angel: Just admit it. You think you're gonna ride in, save the day, and sweep Buffy off of her-
Spike: Like you're not thinking the same thing.
Angel: I'm already seeing somebody.
Spike: What, dog girl?
Angel: Nina's a werewolf, and-
Spike: Fido know her boyfriend's flying halfway around the world to visit his ex?
Angel: Hey, look, I was gonna call her, and we're just... hangin' out. She's not my girlfriend.
Spike: This rate, never will be.
Angel: Doesn't concern you, Spike.
Spike: I just wanna see you happy. Well, not too happy, 'cause then I'd have to stake ya. Second thought, have at it.

Angel: Huh. Really can't get drunk off these things.
Spike: Not us, anyway. Vampire constitution. Not always a plus. How did you know?
Angel: Drank a lot of 'em, and I still don't like you.
Spike: About Buffy. How did you know she was in trouble?
Angel: I got word.
Spike: From who?
Angel: A source.
Spike: You've been spying on her?!
Angel: I just wanted to make sure she was all right.
Spike: Sending your lackeys to do your stalking for you. That is really pathetic.
Angel: All right, fine. I'm not proud of it, but it's... it's Buffy.

Angel: Remember the last time we were in Italy?
Spike: Like it was yesterday.
(Cut to flashback of Spike and Dru in the 1950s)
Spike: Ciao.
Italian Woman: Ciao.
Drusilla: Ciao.
Italian Woman: Ciao.
Spike: Ciao.
(Flashback ends)
Angel: Wait a minute. I wasn't in Italy in the fifties.
Spike: Oh, right. Guess you weren't. Really missed out.

Angelus: (to men with crossbows) Go ahead. Take your best shot. I'll snatch your little wee sticks out of the air and spend the next fortnight shoving 'em slowly up your arse. (men run away)
William: Can you really do that?
Angelus: The arrow thing? I don't know. Never tried.

Illyria: My world gone. My power stripped. How would you define it?
Lorne: Uh, I don't know, how about... lucky we didn't kill you when you went nuclear?
Illyria: This fate is worse than death. Condemned to live out existence in a vessel incapable of sustaining my true glory. How am I to function with such limitation?
Lorne: Well, ever tried a Sea Breeze?

Andrew: Buffy and Dawn are letting me crash. My casa was incinerated when that thing happened.
Spike: What thing?
Andrew: Cultural misunderstanding. Let us speak of more pleasant times. Entrate pure. I part my threshold. (Angel and Spike just stare) I mean, my apartment. Obviously.

Angelus: He's my arch-nemesis.
Darla: Darling. It was just fornication. Really great fornication.
William: She's glowing, mate.
Angelus: She isn't.
Darla: Little bit.
William: Best fit you for a pair of antlers. Been made the right cuckold, you have.
Drusilla: (steps out from the next room) Time for another pony ride?
William: Son of a bitch!

Angelus: That's why he had us tossed. So he could violate-
Darla: He didn't-
Angelus: Violate our women!
William: Violate in succession!
Darla: Concurrently.
Angelus: Concurrently? You never let us do that.

William: Yeah, the man has no sense of indecency. You remember Frankfurt? He hatches the Rathruhn egg personally and just decides to give those nuns safe passage.
Angelus: Those were my nuns!
William: Yeah. Nuns are your thing. Everybody knows that. They respect it. They respect us.

Spike: The Immortal?!
Angel: I mean, come on!
Spike: She's smarter than that.
Angel: She'd never fall for a centuries-old guy with a dark past who may or may not be evil.

Spike: Look! I know I don't have a shot with her, all right? Probably never did, but I still care about her, and I'm not gonna let her end up with a jerk like The Immortal. Or you.
Angel: Hey, ours is a forever love.
Spike: I had a relationship with her, too.
Angel: OK, sleeping together is not a relationship.
Spike: It is if you do it enough times.

Angel: One job, you know. Hang onto the head. That's it.
Spike: You were right there, too.
Angel: I wasn't in charge of the head.
Spike: Well, it's gone now, isn't it? You gonna stand here in the strada yelling at me all night?
Angel: Did you just say strada?
Spike: It means street.
Angel: Yeah. I know what it means.

Angel: I helped save the world, you know.
Spike: Like I haven't.
Angel: Yeah, but I've done it a lot more.
Spike: Oh, please.
Angel: I closed the hellmouth.
Spike: I've done that.
Angel: Yeah, you wore a necklace. You know, I helped kill the mayor and, uh, and Jasmine and-
Spike: Do those really count as savin' the world?
Angel: I stopped Acathla. That saved the world.
Spike: Buffy ran you through with a sword.
Angel: Yeah, but I made her do it. I signaled her with my eyes.
Spike: She killed you. I helped her! That one counts as mine.

Angel: You know The Immortal?
Demon Butler: But of course.
Angel: Ha! I knew it. None of this is a coincidence.
Spike: Been his plan all along. Steal our head, keep us busy, and traipse off with my girl. (Angel gives him a look) Our girl.
Angel: It's a setup. You're just his lackey.
Demon Butler: I should be so lucky. The Immortal does not need men like me to do his business. He is a wild card, a wolf removed from the pack, a stallion without, uh, the bridle.
Spike: What, are you in love with him?
Demon Butler: No, no, no, no. Well, OK, yes. But if anything, he's more of a, uh, inspiration, a spiritual guide. Have you read his book? It's a life changer.

Spike: Civilized country? Look what that squeaker did to my jacket.
Angel: After everything we've been through, you're pissed about a jacket.
Spike: No, not a jacket. My jacket. You have no idea what I went through to get this.
Angel: You stripped it off a body of a dead slayer.
Spike: Which gives it great sentimental value.

Andrew: Dude, seriously, I thought of all those things, but turns out Buffy fell for The Immortal on her own, and now she's happy. That's it.
Angel: But she's not finished baking yet. I gotta wait till she's done baking, you know, till she finds herself, cause that's the drill. Fine. I'm waitin' patiently, and meanwhile, The Immortal's eatin' cookie dough!
Andrew: Uh, Spike, is Angel crying?
Spike: (defensively) No! (Angel is holding his head in his hands) Not yet.
Andrew: May want to hold the waterworks, big guy. The Immortal's cool and all, but he ain't all that. He's got his flaws.
Angel: Really?
Spike: Wh-what are they?
Andrew: Ohhh. The point is she's moving on. You guys do the same, and you might catch her one day. One of you, anyway. But you keep running in place, you're gonna find she's long gone.
Spike: It is a bit silly. Us... chasin' around like a couple of henpecked teenagers.
Andrew: Buffy loves both of you, but she's gotta live her life. People change. You guys should try it sometime.

Illyria: (in Fred's voice) I mean... you love me, I love you. What's the big deal?
Wesley: I loved her.
illyria: You loved this. And part of you still does. I can feel it in you. I... wish to explore it further.
Wesley: Never. You, like this. It sickens me.
Illyria: (in Fred's voice) Oh, lord. We both know that ain't true.
Wesley: Stop it! Change back. Be blue. Be anything. Don't be her. Don't ever be her.
Illyria: (changes back) As you wish.

Angel: (reading) "With regards, The Immortal." (rips the note) You know, I really hate that guy!
Spike: What's Buffy thinking? Honestly?
Angel: She doesn't exactly have the best taste in men. Case in point.
Spike: Hey! I think I turned out all right.
Angel: Yeah. Once she got through with you.
Spike: I wasn't the one livin' in alleys, rubbin' rat filth all over my face. If we're talkin' projects, you're the Sistine Chapel.
Angel: I wasn't a project.
Spike: Well, neither was I. Can't we just... lock her away in a box where no one can ever touch her? You know? Like we did with Pavayne?
Angel: (thinks a moment) I don't think she'd let us. Uh, she's pretty strong.
Spike: We could do a spell. Some sort of mind control.
Angel: Oh, she'd figure it out. You know, she's pretty smart.
Spike: Yeah. So, what? We just have to live with it? Get on with our lives?
Angel: 'Fraid so.
Spike: Fine. No problem. I was plannin' on doin' that anyway.
Angel: Yeah, me, too.
Spike: Actually, I'm doin' it right now. As we speak, I'm movin' on.
Angel: Movin' on.
Spike: Oh, yeah.
Angel: Right now.
Spike: Movin'.