Angel , Season 1

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[Cordelia enters the office after her audition.]

Angel:
Hi. [she doesn't answer and he looks at her more closely] Everything okay? [in one smooth motion, she puts down her bag, reaches for him and kisses him] Hmm. Hmp. Mmghmm! [he puts his hands on her shoulders, gingerly pushing to get her off, trying not to offend her] Okay, uh... Cordelia, that was, uh... I, I think that you're acting out of grief, and you're confusing our... friendship... for something more...

Cordelia:
I didn't feel anything. Did you feel anything?

Angel:
No! You see, that's what I'm trying...

Cordelia:
Urgh! That means I still have it. Damn! I can't believe he did this to me.

Angel:
Who did what?

Cordelia:
Doyle! I thought our kiss meant something. Instead, he used that moment to pass it on to me. Why couldn't it be mono or herpes?

Angel:
[rubs his mouth] Cordelia...

Cordelia:
I didn't ask for this responsibility, unlike some people, who shall remain lifeless. I don't have anything to atone for. If they know what's good for them, the PTB better just stay out of my head.

Angel:
...Powers That Be... you had a vision?!

Cordelia:
Boy, howdy! And you know how they look painful? Well, they feel a whole lot worse.

Angel:
[sits as understanding washes through him] "Another door opens." You're my link to the Powers now.

Cordelia:
I am nobody's link to anybody. I lost control of my entire central nervous system getting that stupid vision. And I'm not certain, but I might have... drooled... a little in my audition, the first one I've had in weeks.

Angel:
What was it?

Cordelia:
Oh, uh, StainBeGone. It was a national, no less. They'll probably never call me again...

Angel:
[snapping fingers] The vision. What was the vision?

Cordelia:
Oh, who cares? It was a thing.

Angel:
A thing?

Cordelia:
An ugly, grey, blobby, thing. What difference does it make?

Angel:
The difference is, if you saw it in a vision, this could be an ugly, grey, blobby, dangerous thing.

Cordelia:
I don't care! I want it out of me. And if kissing is the only way to get rid of it, I will smooch every damn frog in this kingdom. [enter their current client, demon Barney, from the rest room, drying his hands]

Barney:
Sorry, I thought I heard voices...

Angel:
Uh, Barney, you remember my associate, Cor... [Cordelia kisses Barney] ...delia?

Cordelia:
[rubs her mouth] Well, maybe not every frog.

Barney:
Boy, I gotta say, I like the way you people treat your clients!

[Rebecca leans over a slightly woozy looking Angel twirling his champagne glass.]

Angel:
I used to be, uh, a long time ago. I hurt a lot of people.

Rebecca:
I don't believe that.

Angel:
No, it's true. I was bad. Which is why I have to help people now. I'm trying to atone.

Rebecca:
Cordelia says you've saved the world.

Angel:
Couple times I helped. But I almost had it sucked into hell once too.

Rebecca:
Still, don't you think after all this time you deserve some happiness?

Angel:
[laughs] That's probably not a good idea. Hm. You smell so good. [Rebecca is running one hand under his shirt. Angel looks pretty spaced out.] So warm. I miss that.

Rebecca:
You don't have to. You can have what you've been craving all these long, empty years. We both can. Forever.

Angel:
Woah, woah. What are you saying?

Rebecca:
You know what I'm saying. [Exposes her neck to him.] Do it. We won't have to be lonely, either one of us, ever again.

Angel:
You're wrong. You don't know what it is you're asking me to do.

Rebecca:
Of course I know. I'm not a fool. There is a price. I understand that.

Angel:
You couldn't possibly understand.

Rebecca:
I wasn't afraid, was I? When I looked into the mirror and you weren't there I didn't scream. I didn't run. I understood.

Angel:
No. You weren't afraid. You looked into that mirror and all you saw was yourself. That's all you ever see, Rebecca, and that's what really frightens you. This isn't about the way the studio, the network, or the fans see you. It's about how you see yourself. Your own reflection has been corrupted into something unrecognizable. You think you want to stay the same? What you really want is to make it disappear.

Rebecca:
You're supposed to help people. Help me.

Angel:
You want me to help you? [Grabs her and pulls her into the kitchen.] Fine!

Rebecca:
What are you doing?

[Angel opens the fridge and takes out a red-cross blood bag, still clutching Rebecca's left arm.]

Angel:
It's a big decision, Rebecca. Eternity. [Takes the bag and squirts some of the blood into her mouth.] I think you need a taste of what it is you're really asking for. [Rebecca is trying not to gag on the blood. Angel backs away, gasping, staring at the blood-spattered actress in front of him.] I'm sorry, I... [he drops the packet of blood] What did you do to me?

Rebecca:
Nothing.

Angel:
You put something in my drink.

Rebecca:
I just wanted you to relax a little, Angel. Oh, lower the defenses a little.

Angel:
[grabs her] What was it?!

Rebecca:
Just a little happy pill. [Angel drops his face on her shoulder, panting, and Rebecca starts crying.] Oh god. I'm so sorry.

Angel:
Everybody is so sorry.

Rebecca:
I just wanted us both to be happy.

Angel:
Oh, but I am happy.

Rebecca:
You are?

Angel:
Yes.

[A low crunch emanates from Rebecca's neck. She screams and backs away holding her shoulder were Angel's face had been. Angel straightens up, in vamp-face.]

Angel:
Perfectly happy.

Darla:
Angelus? Are you here? Angelus?

[She walks into the other room. Angel is huddled up against a wall.]

Angel:
Not everyone screams.

Darla:
What?

Angel:
When you kill them. Some just stand there frozen while others...

Darla:
What are you doing? Are we playing a game?

Angel:
The children, they usually scream.

Darla:
[smiling] Hmm, yes. They sound just like little pigs. Have you brought me some? What you don't think I'll share? I can't believe that you would think I'm that insensitive.

[Angel turns away from the wall, looking ragged.]

Angel:
We've drunk and killed for how long now? 140-odd years. We've drunk them all up and they're all dead.

Darla:
Where have you been?

Angel:
Don't!

Darla:
What is this? Have you met someone else?

[Angel takes a hold of her shoulders and leans against her.]

Darla:
No. Let go! [Pushes him away] Let go of me! What happened to you? Angelus, what happened?

Angel:
That gypsy girl you brought me...her people found out. They did something to me.

Darla:
A spell?

Angel:
Funny. You would think with all the people I've maimed and killed I wouldn't be able to remember every single one. [Darla walks up to him.] Help me.

Darla:
The spell...they gave you a soul! A filthy soul! No! [Scratches his cheek.] You're disgusting!

Angel:
Darla.

[Darla picks up a wooden chair to ward him off.]

Darla:
No! Get away from me!

Angel:
You brought her here.

[Darla smashes the chair and picks up one of the legs and tries to stake Angel, but he avoids it.]

Angel:
I am like you.

Darla:
You're not like anything! Get away from me! Get out! [Angel stumbles out of the house] I'll kill you!"

[Angel runs out of the house but looks back one last time at Darla standing in the doorway with a stake still raised. He leaves, Darla lowers the stake.]

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