[Four black-clad commandos break into Darla's motel room, taser Angel nearly senseless, and hold Darla.]
Lindsey: [brutally yanks back Angel's head] How did you think this would end?
[Drusilla glides gracefully into the room towards Darla, who quickly realizes her intention and tries to resist but to no avail. Drusilla vamps and bites Darla, then completes the siring by drawing her own blood for Darla to drink in turn. Silent and immobile, Angel watches in agony as Darla's precious, newly-saved soul is lost forever.]

[France 1765]
Angelus: How many men do you supposed he has with him?
Darla: I can't die. Not like this.
Angelus: Well, we can try to flee to the hills to the south.
Darla: We'll never make it before the sun rises, not by foot.
Angelus: We'll not make it easy for 'em, I can tell you that. They're men, mortals. Between the two of us we can go out with a reputation. Even death with the right companion...
[As he turns back towards Darla she hits him across the face with a 2x4, knocking him down. While slowly picks himself back up, she hurriedly mounts the horse.]
Darla: I hope you survive this, Angelus. If you do, maybe we'll meet again in Vienna.

[Fred and Gunn walk down the stairs with blood for Angelus. Gunn's carrying a crossbow.]
Angelus: Othello and Desdemona. My favorite couple. Oh, wait, Desdemona wasn't in love with the other guy. So much for stand by your man. Then again, you probably like her on her knees.
Gunn: Keep talking. I'll sweep out the cage when I'm done.
Angelus: Oh. Provocative. Get me all riled up. You think that's what your boss would want?
Gunn: Don't have a boss.
Angelus: You might want to tell Wesley that. Ah, Fred. You look all fresh and sweet, but I hear you at night in your room with Gunn. The things you say. I'm lying there, listening, hands under the covers... I can't help myself. It's so... gripping.
Gunn: This coming from a guy who can't get any. Ever.
Fred: You're a pig.
Gunn: Step back.
[Angelus steps back, and Fred pushes the cart up to the bars. She stands there, holding the cart, waiting for Angelus to take the glass of blood. He picks up the glass, eyeing Fred who won't even look at him. When she finally meets his gaze, he kicks the cart forward, causing Fred to fall forward on it where he can reach her. He pulls her up, her back toward him, and puts his arm around her neck.]
Angelus: Might get some now. I like the way you move, Fred. Do it just a little to the left.
Fred: Charles...
Gunn: Get off her!
Angelus: Come on, Charles, save her! Come on! Save, her Charles!
[Angelus is interrupted when he's hit in the arm with a tranquilizer dart shot by Wesley, who's standing on the stairs. Angelus's grip loosens and Fred steps away from the bars into Gunn's waiting arms. Wesley shoots Angelus again, in the chest this time. Angelus looks at the dart, then collapses backwards.]

[Fred is onstage at a karaoke bar, singing "Crazy".]
Cordelia: I swear, she picked out the song herself.

[Fred visits Wesley in the hospital.]
Fred: I brought you some of your stuff from the office. Things there . . . Well. Things. Gunn and I found your notes about the baby. The prophecy. You took him away cause you thought Angel was gonna kill him. You were trying to protect them. Both of them. I just wanted you to know I understand that. And I also wanted to say I thought what Angel tried to do to you was wrong. And I'm sorry. But he was right to blame you, Wesley. You should have come to us. You should have trusted us instead of going to Holtz behind our back. You were supposed to be our friend and you didn't even . . . If Angel sees you again, he'll kill you, Wesley. This time for real. Don't come back to the hotel. Ever. The prophecy was false. Angel was never gonna hurt Connor. It was all for nothing.

[Gunn barges into the main office of the evil law firm, Wolfram & Hart.]
Gunn: Whoo Whoo! My God! They told me it was true, but I didn't believe em. Damn, here it is. Evil white folks really do have a mecca. Now, now, now girls, don't get all riled up. (screams) Did you just step on my foot? Was that my foot you just stepped on? Are you assulting me up in this haven of justice?! Somebody get me a lawyer, because my civil rights have seriously been violated. Oh, I get it, y'all can cater to the demon... cater to the dead man... but what about the black man!?

[Gunn tries to understand the grim changes in Wesley.]
Gunn: What happened to you, man?
Wesley: I had my throat cut and all my friends abandoned me.

[He comes up behind Darla and wraps his arms around her.]
Angel: What are you thinking about?
[We hear a soft knocking in the background.]
Darla: You. Us.
Angel: You seem sad.
Darla: It's just...I have to go.
Angel: Where?
Darla: Away.
Angel: I'll go with you.
Darla: You can't. I'm in danger.
Angel: I'll protect you.
[She turns around in his arms as the knocking becomes the sound of hammering.]
Darla: You're too busy protecting everyone else.
[They almost kiss, but the hammering gets louder and they look over to see Wesley putting a nail into an upright coffin.]

[Holtz hunts Darla and Angelus across 18th century France.]
Angelus: This is outrageous. Don't those people know who we are?
Darla: I think they do. Which would explain the lynch mob.

[Holtz is sitting at the table in the motel room. He folds a piece of paper and sticks it into an envelope.]
Holtz: I can't recall. Would you require an invitation for a place like this?
[Angel is standing in the open door behind Holtz.]
Angel: Public accommodation? [Steps across the threshold] No.
Holtz: No. You'd think I'd remember something like that. It would have seemed important once. Details begin to escape me.
[Angel gives the door a push so it closes behind him then grabs Holtz by the throat and slams him up against the wall.]
Angel: You stole my son.
Holtz: I kept your son alive. You murdered mine.
[After a beat Angel slowly backs off and withdraws his hand from Holtz' throat.]
Angel: I was different then.
Holtz: Yes. So was I. You feel remorse. You feel remorse yet you can't express it.
Angel: You want me to say I'm sorry? How can I? It wouldn't mean a thing.
Holtz: It would mean a little. Not much, but it would be something.
Angel: Then I'm sorry. For whatever little it might mean. It's all I've got.
[Angel stands still, looking straight ahead, not at Holtz.]
Holtz: Not all. You had a son. So there it is. I thought by depriving you of that son it would allow me some measure of justice. I was wrong.
Angel: Taking Connor from me was never justice. It was vengeance.
Holtz: Or maybe vengeance is what I do now. Give back what I took.
Angel: What?
Holtz: I'm an old man now. I have nothing to offer the boy. You can give him what I can't: his purpose. But every time you look upon his face every time he calls you 'father' you will be reminded of that which you took and can never give back. And if that is vengeance, I find I have no taste for it. [He picks up the letter and holds it out to Angel.] All I ask is that you give him this. It's not sealed. I expect you'll examine it. You should.
Angel: Why are you doing this.
Holtz: I thought I'd made that plain. I love my son. (Angel closes his eyes for a moment) And this is the only way I know to ensure that he will go on loving me.
[Angel takes a hold of the letter and turns to look at Holtz. After a moment he pulls the letter out of Holtz' hand and turns to leave.]
Holtz:He won't accept this at first. He'll try to find me. He never will.
[Angel opens the door and slowly walks out.]

[Holtz places his hand directly below baby Connor's neck.]
Holtz: Come any closer and I'll snap his neck!
[Angel comes to a dead stop.]
[All around them commandos are jumping out of their vehicles, cocking their machine guns.]
Holtz: Who are they?
Lilah: They work for me.
Holtz: Ah. The attorney.
Lilah: Yes. You are gonna give us the kid, Captain Holtz.
Angel: Don't!
Lilah: That's cute. You'd rather see the fanatic with the baby than us? [To Holtz] Those are automatic weapons pointed at you. They didn't have them in your time. They fire sixteen bullets per second.
Angel: And if they were going to use them they would have already. They want the baby alive.
Holtz: Something we all have in common.
[The air shivers and Sahjhan appears.]
Sahjhan: Not all of us.

[Illyria and Drogyn are playing "Crash Bandicoot" while waiting to hear from Angel.]
Illyria: I play this game. It's pointless, and annoys me. And yet I'm compelled to play on.

[Illyria sends Spike flying through the training room door.]
Spike: You filthy harlot! [Gets to his feet] I'm gonna tear your neck out!

[In Pylea, Angel tries to reason with an escaped slave from earth's dimension.]
Fred: Can't get back. There is no back.
Angel: No, there is. If we can open the portal....
Fred: The portal! She fell through the portal!
Angel: Who did?
Fred: That other girl. I couldn't save her. I was arrested. They got her. She's a slave. She'll die!
Angel: Oh, Cordy. No, she's fine. They made her a princess.
Fred: They... really? Oh. When I got here they... they didn't do that. Well. That's nice for her.

[In the kitchen, Cordelia and Angel have just shared a moment of silence for Doyle. Angel goes back to scrambling eggs.]
Wesley: Well, I'll be off then. Farewell, Angel. Who knows when our paths will cross again.
Angel: Wesley. [they shake]
Cordelia: Do you even know where you're headed?
Wesley: Rogue demon hunters rarely do. Wherever evil lurks, wherever the forces of darkness threaten humanity, that's where I'll be. [Angel pours a glass of orange juice for Cordelia.]
Cordelia: Oh, okay. Well, keep in touch.
Wesley: Yes. Yes, I will. But now, the evil lurking everywhere bids me onwards! So... I go.
Cordelia: Take care!
Wesley: Yes. [sets foot on first stair, then leans back into hallway] No rest for the wicked fighters. Through storm and rain. Heat. Famine. Deep, painful, gnawing hunger... I go.
Angel: Breakfast?
Wesley: Ooh! [takes off coat] I suppose so!