[Cordelia has been bemoaning her miserable life.]
Doyle: Well, I don't know if I can help with the acting, but about the apartment?
Cordelia: What?
Doyle: If you ever wanna, you know, spend one night away from the place? Maybe give me a call.
Cordelia: Well, stranger things have happened. No, wait--they really haven't. [Cordelia leaves and Doyle sits down in Angel's office.]
Doyle: She's really something, isn't she? It's like wrestling a tiger just to get to know her. Tell me stuff.
Angel: What stuff?
Doyle: About Cordelia.
Angel: Well, I... I know she can't type or file. Until today I had some hope regarding the phone.
Doyle: Who's Aura?
Angel: I think she's one of Cordelia's group. People called them the Cordettes. Bunch of girls from wealthy families. They ruled the high school, decided what was in, who was popular. It was like the Soviet Secret Police, if they cared a lot about shoes.

[Cordelia has dyed her hair black.]
Wesley: What happened to your head?
Cordelia: Excuse me?
Wesley: Your hair. It's.. new. It's great. When did this happen?
Cordelia: Ten days ago.

[Cordelia returns to the hotel with a large red stain on her blouse.]
Angel: Cordelia. What happened?
Cordelia: It's not blood, it's cocktail sauce. Courtesy of Mr. Star Shmoozer here.
Angel: I mean your head. Your hair. It looks.. great. When did this happen?
Wesley: Ten days ago. Pay attention.

[Cordelia strong-arms Doyle into reading for her commercial.]
Doyle: 'If you need help, then look no further. Angel Investigations is the best. Our rats are low...'
Cordelia: 'Rates'!
Doyle: It says 'rats'... '...Our rates are low, but our standards are high. When the chips are down, and you're at the end of your rope, you need someone that you can count on. And that's what you'll find here. Someone who'll go all the way, who'll protect you no matter what. So don't lose hope. Come on over to our offices, and you'll see that there's still heroes in this world.' ...Is that it? Am I done?

[Cordelia wakes up hugely pregnant, with Wilson nowhere to be found.]
Angel: Have you talked to Wilson?
Cordelia: No. What would I say to him? "I had a really nice time, I think you left something at my place"?

[Cordy, Wes, Fred, and Gunn all sit in the front of the convertible, leaving a very pregnant Darla alone in the back.]
Darla: Doesn't anyone wanna sit back here with me?
Cordelia: We're good.
Charles: Yeah, it's, comfy.
Darla: I promise I won't throw anyone out of the car. Not while it's moving.
Fred: It's not that we don't trust you. I mean, we don't trust you, but, the fact is, your water broke all over the back seat.
Darla: Oh.

[Cut to the barmaid at the tavern smiling as Angel picks her up. Cut to Darla scratching her chest to make it bleed. Cut to the barmaid. Cut to Darla in the alley. Cut to the Barmaid feeding Angel some grapes.]]
Darla: You know what to do. Darling boy.
[Cut to Angel following Darla into the alley.]
Darla: I could show you � things you've never seen.
[Darla bites him and his eyes pop open. His knees give out and Darla pushes his mouth on top of the bloody scratch on her chest.]

[Darla and Dru are heading down a crowed sidewalk with Darla tossing Dru around.]
Dru: Did I do something to displease you?
[Darla tosses Dru on the sidewalk. A guy tries to help Dru up, but Darla tosses him aside, then grabs a hold of Dru and tosses her over a parked car onto the road. Dru stands up, only to get hit by a honking car. Dru rolls down the street a ways and a blonde woman gets out of the car and hurries towards her as Dru slowly gets back up. The woman takes one look at Dru and runs off as Darla comes and slams Dru down on the hood of the car.]
Dru: Grandmother, what?
[Darla hits her, making her stumble into the path of another car that manages to swerve around her, tires screeching. Darla grabs a hold of Dru again.]
Dru: Don't be angry.
[Darla slams her up against the side of the car.]
Darla: Why?
Dru: For you. All for you. I thought it was what you wanted. To be saved.
[Darla looks at Dru and slowly takes a step back, letting her hands drop from Dru's shoulders.]
Dru: [in tears] All alone. All alone in the dirt. We've lost our way and the little worm won't dance if he's told to. [Starts to sob.] No. No.
[Darla pushes Dru's hair out of her face, then slowly takes her in her arms to comfort her, softly stroking her hair and letting Dru cry. A man gets out of his pickup.]
Man: You two wanna move it out of the street?
[Dru and Darla turn to look at him, pulling slightly apart.]
Man: Yeah, that's right, sweetheart. Why don't you and your girlfriend take the make-out session on home.
[Darla walks up to him.]
Man: The rest of us have lives.
[Darla looks him up and down, shakes her head and vamps.]
Darla: Not for long.
[She grabs him and feeds, drops him to the ground and turns back to Dru with a smile, back in human face.]
Dru: You're all new again.
[Dru touches Darla's nose.]
Darla: Let's go shopping, hmm?
[She takes a hold of Dru's hand and the two of them walk off down the road, giggling.]

[Darla and Drusilla are coming out of a demon bar.]
Drusilla: I didn't like that barkeeper. Hmm, can't get his eyes off my fingers. [She licks her fingers.]
Darla: That was the last one. It's nearly midnight now. We should get to the factory.
Drusilla: My little bird is anxious.
Darla: Yeah, well, recruiting a legion of demons is stressful, Dru.
Drusilla: He won't leave, you know.
Darla: I don't wanna hear this.
Drusilla: We could have a thousand soldiers and still he'll come, galloping, galloping, still he'll come.
Darla: Why is everybody trying to make this about Angel?! I mean, for God's sake, can't a woman wreak a little havoc without there being a man involved?
Drusilla: You miss him, like a heartbeat.
Darla: I don't miss my heartbeat, Dru. It was a symptom of a disease I've since been cured off. You know, in a perfect world, Angel would be here right now, helping me burn this city to the ground. This is his job I'm doing. But where is he? Probably flogging himself in a church somewhere.
Drusilla: Ooh, flogging! Eew, churches.
Darla: In a perfect world we'd be slaughtering the innocent. Laughing as we rain destruction on this whole miserable town.
Drusilla: I see such pretty fire.
Darla: Fire. Conflagration. In a perfect world there'd be nothing left here but ashes.
Drusilla: [laughing] And pain. So much suffering. [Begins to sway] The flames are lovely. They dance, and the fire licks like a cat. And the screams, oh, it's like star music.
Darla: That's nice, Dru. Now hurry up. We can't be late.

[Darla has just told Angel that she is dying and he has kicked open Lindsey's door to confront him about this.]
Angel: I may not be able to come in, Lindsey, but...
Lindsey: Wipe your feet.
Angel: What?
Lindsey: Wipe your feet. You can come in. Jeez, I invited you in already.

[Darla is standing in front of an elder of the gypsies.]
Darla: You took him from me! You stole him away! You gave him a soul!
Gypsy Man: He must suffer, as all his victims have suffered.
Darla: That is no justice! Whatever pain he caused to your daughter was momentary, over in an instant... or an hour. But what you've done to him will force him to suffer for the rest of eternity! Remove that filthy soul so my boy might return to me!
Dru: Angelus is gone on away. Where is he?
Darla: [grabs a hold of the Gypsy's neck] Drusilla, the camp - go on - kill things!
Dru: He shall be very cross if he finds we had a lovely mass slaughter without him.
Darla: [closes her eyes for a moment] He'll join us soon. Now do as you're told.
Dru: [licks one of her fingers and nods] Okay.
[Walks off.]
Darla: In that wagon is your family. Your wife and daughters will die tonight without my protection. [Strokes the man's cheek] But if you'll do as I say, your family can live.
[Spike, in vamp face, blood on his chin, steps out of the wagon and burps. Darla looks at him.]
Spike: What?
[Darla closes her eyes, turns back to the gypsy and snaps his neck.]
Dru: [swaying by the fire] Pretty music, pretty, pretty music. [Spike comes up to her and she pulls him into her dance] They cry out for mercy. They cry out for mercy.
Darla: Show none.

[Darla is standing on top of a building looking over the city below, her hands cradling her pregnant belly.]
Angel: You always did love a view.
Darla: Look at it. Listen to it. Can you smell it? This world. This horrible world. Why would anyone want to bring a baby into it?
Angel: To make it better, maybe?
Darla: Or to destroy it finally.
Angel: Why is it everyone insists on planning my son's future before he's even born?
[Darla turns and walks past where Angel is standing.]
Darla: Alright then, how's this? It doesn't have a future. Not with me.
Angel: Darla...
Darla: Angel, I can't have this baby.
Angel: What?
Darla: I can't let it out. I-I can't.
Angel: Okay, not sure you have a lot of choice in the matter...
Darla: Look, I know. It wants to come out. I can feel it. It's ready. It's just... I can't let it. I can't let because... because...
Angel: You love it.
Darla: Completely. I love it completely. I-I-I don't think I've ever loved anything as much as this life that's inside of me.
Angel: Well, you've never *loved* anything, Darla.
Darla: That's true. Four hundred years and I never did. Til now. I don't know what to do.
Angel: Well, you-you'll do the only thing that you can do. You'll have it. You'll have it and then...
Darla: What? We'll raise it?
Angel: Why not?
Darla: It's impossible.
Angel: This whole thing is impossible, Darla, but it's happening.
Darla: What do I have to offer a child, a human child, besides ugly death?
Angel: Darla.
Darla: You know it's true.
Angel: No. What I do know is that you love this baby, our baby. You've bonded with it. You've spent nine months carrying it, nourishing it...
Darla: No. No, I haven't been nourishing it. I haven't given this baby a thing. I'm dead. It's been nourishing me. These feelings that I'm having, they're not mine. They're coming from it.
Angel: You don't know that.
Darla: Of course I do! We both do. Angel, I don't have a soul. It does. And right now that soul is inside of me, but soon, it won't be and then...
Angel: Darla...
Darla: I won't be able to love it. I won't even be able to remember that I loved it. [Starts to cry] I want to remember.
[Angel pulls her against him.]
Angel: Shh...
[Angel closes his eyes as he holds a crying Darla.]

[Darla is still in the back of the car. Wesley is sitting on the trunk facing Fred, standing behind the car. Gunn is sitting on the side of the passenger door. Cordelia starts the car.]
Gunn: He said five minutes!
Cordelia: It's been six and a half.
Darla: It's so typical of him.
Fred: It probably wouldn't hurt to wait another minute, right? I mean, what's the worst thing that could happen in another minute? [Darla lets out a blood-curdling scream.] Ask a stupid question...
Wesley: Her water's broken. This is for real. There should be a blanket in the trunk.
Cordelia: What are we gonna do? Deliver the kid right here? Shouldn't we go somewhere?
Fred: What's keeping Angel?
[Gunn gets the blanket out of the trunk and he and Wesley help a screaming Darla to lie down in the back seat while the camera pulls up to give us an overhead view of them.]

[Darla pulls the stake out of her right palm and lets it drop as she walks towards Angel.]
Darla: You *so* want to play the good guy, don't you? Yeah. You're the good guy who did *this* to me.
[Hauls back and knocks Angel across the face, slamming him against one of the games.]
Darla: You may have the face, but you don't know the hunger! It pounds! You can't make it go away! You can't stop it!
Angel: I'll stop it!
[He hauls back and hits Darla. The two of them fight. In the end Angel manages to grab Darla by the throat and push her up against the wall.]
Darla: How could you put this in me? I hate you!
[Darla hits him again, but Angel refuses to let go of her throat.]
Darla: They breathe. They breathe and pound. I don't breathe, you idiot! You can't strangle me!
[Darla laughs.]
Angel: I'm not gonna strangle you.
[Angel pulls her away and slams her back up against the wall, pulling out another stake.]
Darla: Come on! Do it! (Angel hesitates) Do it!
[Angel slowly lowers the stake and looks down at Darla's belly. We hear a heartbeat. Angel slowly steps back from Darla. Darla lunges, grabs a hold of Angel's jacket and shakes him.]
Darla: Do it! Do it! Make it stop!
[Angel gently restrains her, wrapping her tightly in his arms and pulling her up against his chest.]
Angel: No it won't, Darla. Darla, listen to me.
Darla: Make it stop! Make it stop.
Angel: The child. The child has a heartbeat. It has a soul.
[Darla flailing wildly]
Darla: No! Not my child! No!
Angel: Our child. Our child. Our child. That's why you've been craving purer and purer blood. That's why it's been driving you out of your mind. It has a soul.
[Darla collapses against Angel's chest, sobbing]
Darla: No, it doesn't.
[Angel holds her]
Angel: It does.
Darla: It can't.
Angel: Yes, it does. It does.

[Darla shakes her hair back and tilts her head, exposing her throat.]
Darla: Do it! Now!
Angel: What?
Darla: Make me what I was again!
Angel: Darla...
Darla: You said you'd help me!
[Angel backs away but she won't let go of him.]
Angel: I will! I want to but not like this.
Darla: Then turn me back! My God! I can't bear this pounding in my chest for another instant!
Angel: It's a gift... to feel that heartbeat. To know, really and for once, that you're alive. You're human again, Darla. Do you know what that means?
Darla: Of course I do. It means pain, and suffering and disease and death! Look, I released you from this world once. I gave you eternal life. Now it's time for you to return the favor.
[Angel backs away and looks at her incredulously.]
Angel: Favor? Is that what you think? You think you did me a favor? You damned me!
Darla: [beat] Fine. Fine then, if it's such a punishment, take out your revenge, pay me back! [Angel just looks at her] Please.
[Angel swallows and shakes his head ever so slightly]
Angel: I can't.
[Darla closes her eyes.]
[China - 1900]
[Angel is looking down at the baby in the basket.]
Darla: What do you mean you can't? You won't!
Angel: I can't seem to be able to uhm, I'm sorry.
Darla: You disgust me.
[Angel grabs a hold of the baby and runs out on Darla, crashing through some glass doors.]
[Hyperion - Present Day]
Angel: Darla, wait!
[Darla stops in front of the doors and spins around to face him.]
Darla: No! Don't look for me again.
[She turns and rushes out the door and a he makes no move to stop her.]