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WILLOW: (to injured girl) Are you OK? Can you hear me? Can you talk? (to Faith) This girl's bleeding badly. We have to get her to the hospital.

FAITH:Yep. Guess I'm back in Sunnydale.

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WILLOW: W-w-wait. Uh, maybe you meeting Buffy alone isn't the best idea.

FAITH: You told her the sitch, right? She knows I'm coming. Probably been up all night hanging streamers.

WILLOW: Yeah, but it's not like you're study buddies, exactly. Maybe it'd be better if I...eased her into the whole thing.

FAITH: I can't stay here, Willow. Spent way too much time in hospitals. We don't click. Don't worry. I'm sure we'll all get along just fine.

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BUFFY: Sorry, Faith. I didn't realize that was you.

FAITH:It's all right, B. Luckily, you still punch like you used to.

BUFFY: (to Spike) You OK?

SPIKE: Yeah. Terrific.

FAITH: Are you protecting vampires? Are you the bad slayer now? Am I the good slayer now?

BUFFY: He's with me. He has a soul.

FAITH: Oh, he's like Angel?

SPIKE: No!

BUFFY: Sort of.

SPIKE: I am nothing like Angel.

BUFFY: He fights on my side. Which is more than I can say for some of us.

FAITH: Yeah, well if he's so good, what's he doing chasing down defenseless—

(The young woman vamps out & attacks Faith)

BUFFY: That's one of the bad guys.

FAITH: You should make 'em wear a sign. (RE: Buffy's stakes) May I? Thanks. (stakes the vamp)

SPIKE: Angel's dull as a table lamp. And we have very different coloring.

FAITH: OK, catching up. Anything else I gotta know?

BUFFY: Nice to have you back.

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BUFFY: We have a new house guest.

FAITH: Hey, got a spare bed for a wanted fugitive? (cold looks from Giles & Dawn)

GILES: Hello, Faith.

FAITH: Well, I guess "wanted" wasn't really accurate.

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SPIKE: You craving a moment alone in the dank, or can I bum one?

FAITH: Well, I guess you can smoke all you want—the big C not really an issue. (hands her cigarette to Spike)

SPIKE: Teeth get yellow after an eternity. Gotta watch that.

FAITH: Huh. (looks at the chains and shackles on the wall behind Spike's cot)

SPIKE: (following her gaze) Right. Not what it looks like.

FAITH: Hey, to each his own, man. This one guy I ran with, he liked me to dress up like a school girl and take this friggin' bull-whip, and I'd be like—

SPIKE: I got dangerous...for a while.

FAITH: This before the soul, or after?

SPIKE: After, but I got over it... in case you're feeling all dust-happy again after your long incarceration.

FAITH: (smiles)Not if you're all repenty. Takes the fun out of it. (beat) No more Starbucks for the wannabe's man. They've been spazzing for, like, hours.

SPIKE: Yeah, does get a bit much up there.

FAITH: They're good girls. Just green is all.

SPIKE: So, why aren't you up there...imparting?

FAITH: That's Buffy's thing. Anyway, I just spent a good stretch of time locked away with a mess of female-types. Kinda had my fill.

SPIKE: Hm. But you waited until Angel needed your help to bust out of jail.

FAITH: Three squares, nice weight room, movie every third Sunday. Could've been worse.

SPIKE: What movie?

FAITH: Last one was Glitter. (Spike raises an eyebrow at her) I guess it couldn't have been worse.

SPIKE: You had the power to walk away anytime. Nothing to stop you.

FAITH: *I* stopped me. I got dangerous for a while.

SPIKE: You over it?

FAITH: More or less.I pull for the good guys now.

SPIKE: What's the less?

FAITH: (grins coyly) The usual stuff...

SPIKE: Such as?

FAITH: I was thinking about looking up the guy with the bull-whip. Long incarceration.

SPIKE: You could do better. School girl thing's old hat.

FAITH: It's all old-hat, man. Every guy's got some whack fantasy. Scratch the surface of any granola-type dude—naughty nurses and horny cheerleaders. I figure, if you can't beat 'em—

SPIKE: Join 'em.

FAITH: Just don't forget who's on top.

SPIKE: That, I suspect, would be you.

FAITH: You got that right. I've met you before, you know.

SPIKE: Yeah, you made a great impression on my chin.

FAITH: Not in the graveyard. Before that. I was kinda wearing a different body.

SPIKE: Pity.

FAITH: You seemed OK with it.

SPIKE: (realizing) The body swap. With Buffy.

FAITH: She fill you in on that whole deal?

SPIKE: She told me it went down. Failed to mention who was driving her skin around.

FAITH: I may have said a few things...

SPIKE: Like you could ride me at a gallop 'til my knees buckle, squeeze me 'til I pop like warm champagne. That's not the kind of thing a man forgets.

FAITH: Should've known it wasn't blondie behind the wheel. She'd never throw down like that.

SPIKE: Oh, you *have* been away.

FAITH: Don't even tell me little Miss Tightly-Wound's been getting her naughty on?!?!

SPIKE: Not of late.

FAITH: Wow. Everybody's just full of surprises.

(Buffy arrives, glares)

FAITH: Hey, B.

BUFFY: Well, it's nice to see you two getting along so well.

FAITH: Yeah. Uh, you just know all the cool vampires.

BUFFY: Yeah.

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BUFFY: Well, normally, they show up out of nowhere, and then either stab or get stabbed, and then they run off. Looks like this guy wants to be found.

FAITH: Lends weight to the whole "it's a trap" theory.

BUFFY: (snappily) I'm through waiting around for people to attack us.

FAITH: Hey, I'm with you. Drop me in the hornet's nest, what the hell? You got a rough sitch here, trying to turn a bunch of little girls into an army...

BUFFY: They're potential slayers, just like we were.

FAITH: Right. Maybe they'll do as good as us.

BUFFY: They're getting better.

FAITH: I'll work with 'em. Some of 'em seem real eager. Fashion disasters, yeah, but they're ready to fight.

BUFFY: Why did you come back?

FAITH: Willow said you needed me. Didn't give it a lot of thought. Do you—Am I getting you want me to be not here?

BUFFY: (sighs) No, that's not what I meant. I'm...glad that you're here. It's good. Thank you.

FAITH: No problem. You know me. All about the good deeds.