WESLEY: By the order of the Watcher's Council of Britain... I am exercising my authority and removing you to England, where you will accept the judgment of the disciplinary committee. I'm sorry for the extreme measures. Unfortunately, this is a rather extreme circumstance.

FAITH: Whatever.

WESLEY: Please believe nobody is rushing to judgment. The first priority of both myself and the Council is to help you.

WESLEY: Ah, now, none of that. Tighten her restraints. Faith, there's no point in fighting this.

Faith kicks the man in the knee, and he falls to the floor. She presses down on his face with her boot.

FAITH: Have to disagree with you on that one. Now unlock these or I'll pop this guy's head like a grape.

Wesley hesitates, then spies a wrench on the floor.

FAITH: Don't even think about it.

WESLEY: Faith, you can't keep running.

FAITH: Wrong again, Wes.

• Faith & Wesley
• Watcher's Council

written by: Marti Noxon; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
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