[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.]
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 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.]
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