Angel, Season 2

The Master:
[talking about Angelus] Angelus? The Latinate for "Angel". It's marvelous!

Darla:
His name would already be a legend in his home village - had he left anyone alive there to tell the tale.

The Master:
[caressing Darla's hand] Ah, you had a nice trip. I'm so glad.

Darla:
On the way back we cut a bloody swath through South Wales and northern England. He was magnificent.

Angelus:
Hmm, Yorkshire men - tough as leather. [The Master and Angelus both laugh at that remark] So, Darla here tells me you're some sort of Master.

Darla:
The Master. He commands our order."

The Master:
The order of Aurelius. We are the select - the elite.

[Angelus folds his arms and surveys their surroundings.]

Angelus:
And you live in the sewers, do you?

[The Master gives Darla's hand a pat and stands up.]

The Master:
We live below, giving tribute to the old ones. Awaiting that promised day when we will arise -A rise! - and lay waste to the world above us.

[The Master laughs.]

Angelus:
Why'd you want to do that?

The Master:
Huh?

Angelus:
Well, I mean, have you been above lately? It's quite nice. Me - I could never live in a rat infested stink hole - like this, if you'll pardon me for saying so. I got to have meself a proper bed or I'm a terror. [To Darla] Isn't that right love?

Darla:
He's young.

Angelus:
And this one, down in the goose feathers, and the finest silks and linens and a view... [Angelus comes around to Darla] ...she's always got to have the view... [leans in close to her] ...don't you, my lamb?.

Darla:
We fed very recently. The blood is still hot in his veins.

Angelus:
You noticed that, did you?

The Master:
We stalk the surface to feed and grow our ranks. We do not live amongst the human pestilence!

Angelus:
I'll be honest, you really couldn't with that face, now could you?

Darla:
Angelus!

[Angelus laughs and drops into the Masters chair, left leg dangling over one of the armrests and takes a bit of snuff.]

Angelus:
It's not stuck like that now is it?

[The Master leans in on him with a growl.]

Darla:
The Master has grown past the curse of human features.

Angelus:
I'm not gonna get a bat-nose like that, huh? Am I?

The Master:
Very few vampires are cunning enough to have lived as long as I have - which you've now... [The Master grabs Angelus by the front of his coat and throws him across the room) ...demonstrated.

[Darla flinches as Angelus slides down the wall. Laughing, he gets back up, and keeps talking to Darla as if the Master wasn't even there.]

Angelus:
Naples, you and me Darla. What do you say?

[The Master hits him with a hard right throwing him back against the wall.]

Darla:
Angelus...

[Angelus just pushes himself off the wall and goes on as if nothing had happened]

Angelus:
This is no place for you - bound to the likes of him.

The Master:
You should show... [Master hits Angelus over the head, dropping him to the ground] ...the proper respect.

[Angelus, now on all fours and breathing hard, still ignores the Master and talks only to Darla.]

Angelus:
You belong by my side, out in the world, feeding as we like,taking what we need. I'll give you that view you crave, darling. I'll give you everything.

[The Master knocks Angelus over onto his back. Angelus coughs, then laughs again. Lifts his head to look at Darla.]

Angelus:
[to Darla] Tell the truth - whose face do you want to look at for eternity? His, or mine?

The Master:
You idiot. I made her.

[To the Master's shock, Darla goes to Angelus and helps her lover to his feet.]

The Master:
You're leaving with the stallion, aren't you?

[One of the Master's minions tries to block their path, but the Master waves them off and lets the couple leave the hall.]

The Master:
No. Let them go. He won't last. I give it a century, tops.