Angel , Season 2

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[Flashback:
Virginia Colony, 1609. The sun is shining on Darla as she is lying in bed. There are two veiled sisters standing at the foot of her bed watching as a doctor takes a leech from her arm.]

Darla:
Someone close the shutters. [One of the sisters does so.] Seems wrong that I should die while the sun is still so bright.

[A hooded priest enters the room.]

Priest:
You'll not see it again. Before it sets, you will have left this life.

Darla:
I didn't ask for a priest. Who invited him here?

Priest:
You did. You cried out for me last night in your delirium.

Darla:
I don't remember. Do you even know what I am?

Priest:
A woman of some property. No husband, no inheritance. Yes. I know what you are.

Darla:
I'm a whore.

Priest:
Well, yes, that too. You should have asked for a priest long ago, child. Your life may have been the better for it.

Darla:
And you should have paid me a visit before today, father. Your life may have been more interesting because of it.

Priest:
Are you prepared now to renounce Satan and beg God his forgiveness?

Darla:
God never did anything for me.

Priest:
[to the others] Leave us.

[The two sisters leave.]

Priest:
[To the doctor still sitting at her bedside] You can't save her life - perhaps I can still save her soul.

[The doctor gets up and leaves.]

Darla:
My soul is well past saving. Let the devil take me if he'll have me. It doesn't matter. Either way, I die.

Priest:
No... [The priest steps closer and pulls his hood back to reveal - The Master] ...you will not die. [Darla looks up at his inhuman face without flinching.] You will be reborn.

Darla:
I know you.

[The Master leans down and takes one of Darla's hands in his.]

Master:
I came to you last night. I sang to you from that window.

Darla:
Hmm, I remember now. You're death?

Master:
No.

Darla:
What then?

Master:
I'm your savior. God never did anything for you - but I will.

[With that he leans down and sinks his fangs into her neck.]

Lindsey:
Darla?

Darla:
Say that again?

Lindsey:
I just uh... I said, your name... Darla.

Darla:
It sounds so odd, doesn't it?

Lindsey:
I don't know what you mean-.

Darla:
It wasn't my name when I was human. First time I was human, I mean.

Lindsey:
What was your name?

Darla:
[without sentiment] I don't remember. I'm not her, whoever she was. I was Darla for so long. And then... I wasn't. I wasn't anything. I just... stopped. He killed me, and I was done. But then you brought me back.

Lindsey:
Yes...

Darla:
What did you bring back, Lindsey? What am I? Did you bring back that girl, whose name I can't remember?... Or did you bring back something else? The other thing?

Lindsey:
Both. Neither. You're just you... whatever that is.

Darla:
Why haven't you kissed me? You've been dying for it, haven't you?

Lindsey:
I didn't know if you wanted me to...

Darla:
Why should that matter? Do you think I ever hesitated when I wanted something? Life's too short. Believe me. I know. Four hundred years, and still too short.

[Lindsey steps forward and kisses her softly.]

Darla:
Mmm, that's how humans get what they want. I remember that much.

[Lindsey kisses her again.]

Lindsey:
Do you like it?

Darla:
It's nice. - But it's not me you want to screw.

[Lindsey pulls back to look at her.]

Lindsey:
What?

Darla:
It's him. You all think you can use me to get to Angel.

Lindsey:
Maybe.

[He kisses her hard, pushing her up against the table.]

Darla:
What am I?

Lindsey:
I don't know and I don't care.

[They kiss and suddenly Darla bites the side of Lindsey's neck, hard and he pulls away. They break apart.]

Darla:
Now do you care?

Lindsey:
No.

Darla:
That's how vampires get what they want. What am I?

Lindsey:
Darla...

Darla:
Is that it? Am I Darla?

Lindsey:
Yes.

Darla:
Careful. Darla would snap you in half. - Is that who I am?

[She pushes away from him and leans her head against the window. Lindsey reaches one hand up to cover the side of his neck.]

Lindsey:
I understand what you're going through.

[Darla shakes her head and pushes away from the glass.]

Darla:
No. Nobody understands. Nobody can understand. I can feel this body dying, Lindsey. I can feel it decaying moment by moment. It's being eaten away by this thing inside of it. It's a cancer, this soul!

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.

[A filthy Angel grabs the sides of her face from behind.]

Angel:
You're so warm. You just fed.

Darla:
You found me.

Angel:
You can never resist a religious war and you always talked about China. I just followed the bodies. You never used to be so careless.

Darla:
Maybe I wanted to be found.

Angel:
Spike and Dru?

Darla:
They're here. Probably out in the riots. Maybe starting a new one.

[Angel lets go of her and she spins around, pushes him up against the wall, holding a knife against his throat.]

Darla:
I should kill you right now.

Angel:
Go ahead.

Darla:
Is that why you've come all this way? Too much of a coward to end your own existence, you want me to do it for you? Release that filthy soul?

Angel:
If you'd like.

Darla:
I can still smell it, you know. And that's not all. You reek of vermin! Is that what you've been living off of?

Angel:
[grabs her hand] Come on, huh? This should be nothing for you. Go ahead, Darla. Make sure you cut clear to the bone. Put the blade in the wall. Hmm?

[Darla stares at him for a moment then pulls away from him. She turns away.]

Darla:
What do you want?

Angel:
A second chance.

Darla:
What?

Angel:
I want things to be like they were. You and me together Darla. - I miss the view.

Darla:
That's impossible.

Angel:
It's not impossible.

Darla:
You still have a soul.

Angel:
I'm still a vampire.

Darla:
You're not. Look at you. I don't know what you are anymore.

Angel:
You know what I am. You made me. Darla. I'm Angelus.

Darla:
Not anymore.

Angel:
I can be again. Just give me a chance to prove it to you.

Darla:
You almost made me believe you.

Angel:
Believe it. We can have the whirlwind back.

Darla:
We can do this.

Angel:
Yes, we can.

Darla:
We can do anything.

Angel:
Anything we like.

[They kiss.]

[Darla shakes her hair back and tilts her head, exposing her throat.]

Darla:
Do it! Now!

Angel:
What?

Darla:
Make me what I was again!

Angel:
Darla...

Darla:
You said you'd help me!

[Angel backs away but she won't let go of him.]

Angel:
I will! I want to but not like this.

Darla:
Then turn me back! My God! I can't bear this pounding in my chest for another instant!

Angel:
It's a gift... to feel that heartbeat. To know, really and for once, that you're alive. You're human again, Darla. Do you know what that means?

Darla:
Of course I do. It means pain, and suffering and disease and death! Look, I released you from this world once. I gave you eternal life. Now it's time for you to return the favor.

[Angel backs away and looks at her incredulously.]

Angel:
Favor? Is that what you think? You think you did me a favor? You damned me!

Darla:
[beat] Fine. Fine then, if it's such a punishment, take out your revenge, pay me back! [Angel just looks at her] Please.

[Angel swallows and shakes his head ever so slightly]

Angel:
I can't.

[Darla closes her eyes.]

[China - 1900]

[Angel is looking down at the baby in the basket.]

Darla:
What do you mean you can't? You won't!

Angel:
I can't seem to be able to uhm, I'm sorry.

Darla:
You disgust me.

[Angel grabs a hold of the baby and runs out on Darla, crashing through some glass doors.]

[Hyperion - Present Day]

Angel:
Darla, wait!

[Darla stops in front of the doors and spins around to face him.]

Darla:
No! Don't look for me again.

[She turns and rushes out the door and a he makes no move to stop her.]

[Jeeves releases the stakes and they hurtle towards Angel.]

Darla:
Noooooooooooooooo!

[She squirms, her eyes closed. She opens them to see Angel in front of her, once again fully dressed but panting, hunched over, barely able to stand.]

Darla:
Angel!

Jeeves:
Congratulations. You've passed the third test by accepting death. I'm told no one's ever gone that far before in terms of sacrifice. Kudos.

Angel:
Pay up.

Jeeves:
Of course. [To Darla] You're a lucky woman, and soon you'll have your whole life ahead. Use it wisely.

Angel:
Hey, Jeeves, unless this fortune cookie crap is some new kind of torture, what you say we get on with it, huh?"

Jeeves:
This way, miss.

[He puts his hands on the sides of her head and they both close their eyes as Angel tries to straighten up so he can get a better view. Jeeves opens his eyes and lets his hands drop.]

Jeeves:
Oh!

Darla:
What?

Angel:
What is it?

Jeeves:
This is very embarrassing.

Angel:
What is?

Jeeves:
Not to mention unprecedented. She's...she's been given new life once before by supernatural means, yes?"

Darla:
They brought me back.

Angel:
What are you saying?

Jeeves:
I can't help you.

Angel:
We had a bargain. She's earned a second chance.

Jeeves:
She's living her second chance. [The wall shivers and a set of stairs leading up appears.] But you played the game magnificently. [Angel gives him a dark look and Jeeves adjusts his cuffs.] Perhaps you should have told us that she was brought to life before this all started. I truly am sorry, sir. The fact of the matter is... [Steps back and dissolves ...there is nothing I can do.

[Angel doesn't move.]

Darla:
Angel...

[Angel reacts angrily.]

[Darla and Drusilla are heading down a crowed sidewalk with Darla tossing Dru around.]

Drusilla:
Did I do something to displease you?

[Darla tosses Drusilla on the sidewalk. A guy tries to help Drusilla up, but Darla tosses him aside, then grabs a hold of Drusilla and tosses her over a parked car onto the road. Drusilla stands up, only to get hit by a honking car. Drusilla rolls down the street a ways and a blonde woman gets out of the car and hurries towards her as Drusilla slowly gets back up. The woman takes one look at Drusilla and runs off as Darla comes and slams Dru down on the hood of the car.]

Drusilla:
Grandmother, what?

[Darla hits her, making her stumble into the path of another car that manages to swerve around her, tires screeching. Darla grabs a hold of Drusilla again.]

Drusilla:
Don't be angry.

[Darla slams her up against the side of the car.]

Darla:
Why?

Drusilla:
For you. All for you. I thought it was what you wanted. To be saved.

[Darla looks at Drusilla and slowly takes a step back, letting her hands drop from Drusilla's shoulders.]

Drusilla:
[in tears] All alone. All alone in the dirt. We've lost our way and the little worm won't dance if he's told to. [Starts to sob.] No. No.

[Darla pushes Drusilla's hair out of her face, then slowly takes her in her arms to comfort her, softly stroking her hair and letting Dru cry. A man gets out of his pickup.]

Man:
You two wanna move it out of the street?

[Drusilla and Darla turn to look at him, pulling slightly apart.]

Man:
Yeah, that's right, sweetheart. Why don't you and your girlfriend take the make-out session on home.

[Darla walks up to him.]

Man:
The rest of us have lives.

[Darla looks him up and down, shakes her head and vamps.]

Darla:
Not for long.

[She grabs him and feeds, drops him to the ground and turns back to Drusilla with a smile, back in human face.]

Drusilla:
You're all new again.

[Drusilla touches Darla's nose.]

Darla:
Let's go shopping, hmm?

[She takes a hold of Drusilla's hand and the two of them walk off down the road, giggling.]

Drusilla:
I hear the sirens. They don't know if the world will be there in the morning.

Lilah:
Do you hear the sirens? Are-are the police coming?

Lindsey:
[Shakes his head.] No. She senses what this place was built for.

Holland:
Ah, yes. Drusilla, you're quite right. This was originally a bomb shelter in the fifties. We had it converted. Wine has always been my passion.

[Darla giggles.]

Drusilla:
People huddled together, crouching in fear.

Holland:
Yes, yes. I imagine that's what it would have been like in a war.

Darla:
No. Now. She means now.

Holland:
Aha. [chuckles] I guess I stepped into that one. Listen Darla, I am sorry that you had to suffer, but look at what's come out of it. You've been restored. You're a superior being. You can have anything you want. And there's not a person in this room who won't work round the clock to see that you get it.

Darla:
Gung ho, are they? Because all I'm sensing right now is big, stinky, fear. [smiles in Holland's face, then turns to Lindsey] But not from you. [walks over to him] Do you know what I'm getting from you, Lindsey? [leans in close to his neck as if to bite him, then pulls back] Nothing. Why aren't you afraid?

Lindsey:
I don't know.

Darla:
You could die here. Chances are you will.

Lindsey:
I know.

Darla:
And you don't care.

Lindsey:
I care. I guess I just don't mind.

Holland:
No one's going to die here. This is just a friendly get-together amongst colleagues. [Dru is dancing around Holland's back] We're all on the same side.

Darla:
I love this room. Dru, honey, in our new digs we have to put in a people cellar.

[Holland smiles, but the smile fades quickly.]

Lindsey:
Lilah. Something happened?

Lilah:
I can't do it anymore, Lindsey.

[Lilah slowly walks in. Lindsey drops his stuff and closes the door.]

Lindsey:
Do what?

Lilah:
The waiting. I'm sitting in my office and every time there is a noise or the phone rings... One of us is gonna die, Lindsey.

Lindsey:
Everybody dies, Lilah.

Lilah:
But not everybody ends up in a dog-food processing plant in San Pedro.

Lindsey:
May not happen to you, Lilah. You got a fifty-fifty chance of surviving this thing, just like me.

Lilah:
That's not good enough. There is a way out of this.

Lindsey:
How?

Lilah:
We don't wait for them to choose one of us, we choose each other instead. If we stick together we can beat them. We could leave, you and me, tonight. They'd have no choice...

Lindsey:
No choice but to hunt us down, which they would.

Lilah:
No. Not if we took files, as insurance.

Lindsey:
Take files?

Lilah:
Yes. Look. I've heard the rumors. We both know that it worked for you once before. You knew just what to take. And this time you won't have to assume any of the risk. You just tell me which files to steal and I'll get them. And then we can get out of here. End this mess together. Are you in?

[Lindsey strokes the side of Lilah's face and leans in as if to kiss her, while his hand slips down into her blouse and pulls out a wire.]

Lindsey:
[speaking into the tiny microphone] But Lilah, I would never steal files from my employer. I'm shocked at the suggestion. [With a snort of laughter he retrieves his jacket, portfolio and keys.] Forget about the frame job, sweetheart. They're gonna kill who they're gonna kill. [Opens the door.] Just take it like a man.

[Lindsey blows her a kiss and leaves.]

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?

Holland Manners:
Congratulations. Great victory.

Angel:
You're...

Holland:
Holland Manners.

Angel:
...not alive.

Holland:
Oh, no. I'm quite dead. [shows Angel the bite mark Darla left on his neck] Unfortunately my contract with Wolfram & Hart extends well beyond that. [smiles] Hop on in. You certainly earned it.

[Angel enters the elevator]

Holland:
Well, this is exciting, isn't it? Going straight to the source. So what's the big plan, Angel? Destroy the Senior Partners, smash Wolfram & Hart once and for all?

Angel:
Something like that.

Holland:
Hmm, now tell me just what do you think that would accomplish? In the end, I mean.

Angel:
It'll be-the end.

Holland:
Well, the end of you, certainly. But I meant in the larger sense.

Angel:
In the larger sense, I really don't give a crap.

Holland:
Now, I don't think that's true. Be honest-you got the tiniest bit of "give a crap" left. Otherwise you wouldn't be going on this kamikaze mission. Now let me see, there was something in a sacred prophecy, some oblique reference to you. Something you're supposed to prevent. Now what was that?

Angel:
The apocalypse.

Holland:
Yes, the apocalypse, of course. Another one of those. Well, it's true, we do have one scheduled. And I imagine if you were to prevent it you would save a great many people. Well, you should do that then. Absolutely! I wasn't thinking. [smiles] Of course, all those people you save from that apocalypse would then have the next one to look forward to, but hey, it's always something, isn't it?

Angel:
You're not gonna win.

Holland:
Well...no. Of course we aren't. We have no intention of doing anything so prosaic as "winning". [laughs]

Angel:
Then why?

Holland:
Hmm? I'm sorry, why what?

Angel:
Why fight?

Holland:
That's really the question you should be asking yourself, isn't it? See, for us, there is no fight. Which is why winning doesn't enter into it. We...go on, no matter what. Our firm has always been here...in one form or another. The Inquisition. The Khmer Rouge. We were there when the very first cave man clubbed his neighbor. See, we're in the hearts and minds of every single living being. And that, friend, is what's making things so difficult for you. See, the world doesn't work in spite of evil, Angel. It works with us. It works because of us.

[elevator comes to a stop and the doors open, revealing Los Angeles]

Holland:
Welcome to the home office.

Angel:
This isn't...

Holland:
Oh, you know it is. You know that better than anyone. Things you've seen. Things you've-well, done. You see, if there wasn't evil in every single one of them out there-why, they wouldn't be people. They'd all be angels.

[Angel slowly walks out of the elevator]

Holland:
Have a nice day.

Lindsey:
Darla... I've been calling here all night. Why haven't you answered? [He drops his stuff and walks over to the window drawing the curtains closed.] Get away from the window. It's not safe. [Stands close behind her.] They called an emergency meeting tonight after what happened. The official order on you is to stake on sight. [Darla walks past him. Sits down on a chair and looks at something in her hands.] You should have told me what you had planned. I would have talked you out of it helped you. I don't know. [He closes the rest of the curtains, walks over to Darla.] Things are getting complicated for us now.

Darla:
Yes. Yes, I believe they are.

Lindsey:
We should probably clear your stuff out of here. Move in my bedroom. I just think it'd be best for us... [Darla is still looking at her hands, twisting the big ring Angel killed the Senior Partner for between her fingers.] Darla, what's wrong? [Sees the ring.] What is this? [Takes it from her.] Where did you get this?

Darla:
What's the difference? Doesn't work anyway.

Lindsey:
No, of course it doesn't work, because after Angel stole it there was a disenchanting ceremony. It took half the meeting. How did you get this?

Darla:
It was my payment.

Lindsey:
Your payment? What are you talking about?

Darla:
What do you think I'm talking about, Lindsey?

Lindsey:
I don't know! [She just looks at him and after a beat he turns away. Stares down at the ring then back at her with a frown.] What happened?

Darla:
Nothing. Nothing happened. My god, nothing at all.

Lindsey:
Tell me. I have to know.

Darla:
You want details, Lindsey? Is that what you want?

Lindsey:
Yes. I want details. I need to know everything. All of it. What did he do to you?

Nathan:
These re-evaluations are always a bit of a mixed blessing. Sad as we lose one of our own, but also hopeful as we turn towards the future and promote one of our own. Lilah, you have made a lot of great contributions and I know you have tried your very, very best...

Lilah:
No! [she scrabbles for her purse, but Lindsey puts his hands over hers]

Lindsey:
Lilah. Please. [she stops and looks at him] They chose me. I'm clearly the guy.

Nathan:
Yes, you are.

Lindsey:
You could've had it. But you didn't have what it takes...

[Lindsey raises his right hand up and Lilah jumps, letting out a little scream as he wriggles his fingers]

Lindsey:
...an evil hand. I mean, come on. Who here does, huh? Leon doesn't. Charlie doesn't. You do know you gave me an evil hand, right? I've been writing "kill, kill, kill" on everything. It's crazy. It's crazy! Anything could happen!

Nathan:
[signaling security guard] Allen?

Lindsey:
Allen, how are you? [punches him and steals his gun] Uh-oh! [shoots Allen in the foot] Oh, that's gonna hurt in the morning. Stop it, evil hand, stop it! I just can't control my evil hand. Nathan, I'm so proud that you chose me. [rubs a co-worker's hair] Charlie! If I'd been in your shoes, I would've chosen Lilah. Let me tell you why. Do you have any idea of the hours this chick has logged in? Huh? The files she has on you guys? Deep stuff. Ronnie, your stock manipulations; Nathan's little offshore accounts. Can you imagine if something were to happen to this girl, and those files got back to the Senior Partners? They'd eat you alive! She's been working overtime, boys. She's everything you ever dreamed of. Lilah is your guy. Me, I'm unreliable; I've got these evil hand issues. And I'm bored with this crap. And besides, I'm leaving, so if you wanna chase me, be my guest. But remember- [holds up his hand] evil. Good luck. [gooses Lilah passing her and holds up his hand] Evil!

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