Angel, Season 2

Drusilla:
Ten little soldiers, all in a line. A shot rings out... [slaps her hands together to make the sound of a shot] ...down to nine.

Darla:
Ten? I'd be happy if we could find three who can hack it.

[Darla slides the door open and they walk in to see the floor littered with demon corpses and severed limbs and a pile of dust between them.]

Drusilla:
Dead already? Bad soldiers!

[Darla looks around and sees Angel leaning against the hood of a dusty car, smoking a cigarette.]

Darla:
[with a slight smile] I should have known.

Drusilla:
[shakes her head] A shadow.

[Drusilla lifts her hand as if she is trying to wipe away a cobweb in front of her face, never taking her eyes off Angel.]

Darla:
Why so far away, my love? Why don't you come over here and... stake me? [No reaction from Angel] Angel? [Angel, looking pretty beat up, continues to smoke his cigarette.] Angelus?

[Angel throws down his cigarette butt. It ignites a trail of gasoline. Darla and Drusilla look down at the flames, see them racing towards them in slow motion, and ignite the puddle of gasoline they're standing in. They scream as they begin to burn. Angel turns around to pick up his bag of weapons, revealing a can of gasoline sitting on the hood behind him, and walks out without looking back. Darla picks up a sledgehammer, leaning next to the door, runs outside and knocks the top of a fire hydrant off. She and Dru stand under the spray of water, letting it extinguish the flames, then sink down to sit on the edge of the sidewalk under it, with Darla holding Dru.]

Drusilla:
I'm burning. Make it stop, please.

Darla:
Shh. Shh. That wasn't Angel.

Drusilla:
He's gone. He's all gone. Oh, it hurts! It hurts!

Darla:
Wasn't Angelus either.

Drusilla:
Darla, help me. Help me, please! Please. Please.

Darla:
Who was that?