“Hell Bound” · Season 5
In this episode: Puppet Angel (3), Spike (3), Fred (2), Charles Gunn (1), Eve (1), Wes (1)
You're right. I do deserve to go to Hell. But not today. [he punches Pavayne]
You dare!
Quite a bit, mate. Reality bends to desire. That was it, right? That's why I could touch Fred, write your name in the glass. All I had to do was want it bad enough. [his clothes rematerialize] And guess what I want to do now, you prissy son of a bitch!
I just want you to be careful, Fred, because I know how charming Spike can be.
He is quite the dish, with those eyes...
And the hair and the cheeks and--what do you think I am, stupid? I know he's been playing me with the looks and the smiles. I'm not some idiot schoolgirl with a crush.
Then what is it?
It's about doing what's right. Remember?
You're starting to feel it, aren't you? How close you are now... to hell?
What if I am? Not like it's such a big, bleeding deal, is it? If a ponce like you could break out--
I never escaped from hell. All I got was a short reprieve. Not even sure how I managed that.
Oh, put your martyr away, Mahatma. Fred told me all about your great, shining prophecy. Pile up all your good deeds and get the big brass ring handed to you like everything else.
Except for one small catch. The prophecy's a bunch of bull. They all are. Nothing's written in stone or fated to happen, Spike. You save the world, you end up running an evil law firm.
Or playin' Casper with one foot in the fryer.
You think any of it matters? The things we did? The lives we destroyed. That's all that's ever gonna count. So, yeah, surprise. You're going to hell. We both are.
Then why even bother? Try to do the right thing, make a difference...
What else are we gonna do?
So that's it, then. I really am going to burn.
Welcome to the club.
Least I got company, eh? You and me, together again. Hope and Crosby. Stills and Nash. Chico and the --
Yeah, are we done?
Never much for small talk, were you? Always too busy trying to perfect that brooding block-of-wood mystique. God, I love that.
Not as much as I loved your nonstop yammering.
The way you always had to be the big swingy, swaggerin' around, barkin' orders...
Never listening...
Always interrupting...
And your hair. What color do they call that, radioactive?
Never much cared for you, Liam, even when we were evil.
Cared for you less.
Fine.
Good. [they sit in silence] There was one thing about you...
Really?
Yeah, I never told anyone about this, but I--I liked your poems.
[dismissively] You like Barry Manilow.
[researching from a book] Got it. The dark soul.
What's it say?
A lot. There are over 3,200 different references. Four of them are about you.
What? Give me that.
This is getting us nowhere.
Let me see this. [reading] Well, that's not fair. I didn't even have a soul when I did that.
No. I'm not gonna end up like Pavayne--cheating Hell any way he could, no matter who it hurt.
Just proves what I've been telling everybody.
That I'm a handsome devil who brightens the place up?
That you're worth saving.
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