Angel, Season 3

[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.]