Angel , Season 3

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Lilah:
Cordelia Chase, right? You came here to gloat?

Cordelia:
I can do that anywhere. Are you going to invite me in? Oh, wait. I'm not a vampire. [walks in]

Lilah:
[sarcastically] Please, come on in.

Cordelia:
I want you to tell me about Billy. Everything you didn't tell Angel. I want you to help me stop him.

Lilah:
And what makes you think I'm going to do that?

Cordelia:
Well, your face, for starters.

Lilah:
I know the risks of my job, and I accept them.

Cordelia:
Then why were you crying five minutes ago. [Lilah looks surprised] There's not a thing about badly re-applied mascara that I don't know.

Lilah:
I am not Lindsay McDonald. I don't switch sides whenever it gets tough. And since when is this your job? I thought Angel was the Dark Revenger.

Cordelia:
Angel feels responsible for this guy because he brought him back from hell. I feel responsible because he did it to save me. You, who are actually responsible for the entire thing, feel nothing at all, because you are a vicious bitch.

Lilah:
So you know me.

Cordelia:
Please, I was you. With better shoes.

Lilah:
These are Versace.

Cordelia:
Fall collection?

Lilah:
Next spring.

Cordelia:
He's widened the heel.

Lilah:
And rounded the toe.

Cordelia:
That won't work with pink.

Lilah:
The pink is out this spring.

Cordelia:
Billy makes people crazy.

Lilah:
Not all people. Just men. He brings out a primal misogyny in them. Turns them into killers.

Cordelia:
Then why didn't he do it to Angel?

Lilah:
Angel's seen him?

Cordelia:
Yes, right before he escaped from the cops. [Lilah laughs] What's so witty?

Lilah:
Billy's touch work's differently on different men. Some lose their mind in an instant. Others, can take hours. Gee, I sure hope Angel isn't starting to feel testy.

Cordelia:
You better hope it.

Lilah:
I know. I've seen his dark side.

Cordelia:
You really haven't. [Lilah looks nervous] I have to find Billy.

Lilah:
And I'm going to help you why?

Cordelia:
You know that guy you hired to hack into my visions? What he did to me? You know what it felt like? I was cut, torn up, my face disfigured and burning with pain every second, not knowing if it was going to end or just get worse until I died.

Lilah:
So you think I owe you?

Cordelia:
It's not the pain. It's the helplessness. The certainty that there is nothing you can do to stop it. That your life can be thrown away in an instant by someone else. He doesn't care. He'll beat you down until you stay down, because he doesn't even think of you as alive. No woman should ever have to go through that, and no woman strong enough to hold the mantle of vicious bitch would ever put up with it. Where is Billy going?

[Darla pulls the stake out of her right palm and lets it drop as she walks towards Angel.]

Darla:
You *so* want to play the good guy, don't you? Yeah. You're the good guy who did *this* to me.

[Hauls back and knocks Angel across the face, slamming him against one of the games.]

Darla:
You may have the face, but you don't know the hunger! It pounds! You can't make it go away! You can't stop it!

Angel:
I'll stop it!

[He hauls back and hits Darla. The two of them fight. In the end Angel manages to grab Darla by the throat and push her up against the wall.]

Darla:
How could you put this in me? I hate you!

[Darla hits him again, but Angel refuses to let go of her throat.]

Darla:
They breathe. They breathe and pound. I don't breathe, you idiot! You can't strangle me!

[Darla laughs.]

Angel:
I'm not gonna strangle you.

[Angel pulls her away and slams her back up against the wall, pulling out another stake.]

Darla:
Come on! Do it! [Angel hesitates] Do it!

[Angel slowly lowers the stake and looks down at Darla's belly. We hear a heartbeat. Angel slowly steps back from Darla. Darla lunges, grabs a hold of Angel's jacket and shakes him.]

Darla:
Do it! Do it! Make it stop!

[Angel gently restrains her, wrapping her tightly in his arms and pulling her up against his chest.]

Angel:
No it won't, Darla. Darla, listen to me.

Darla:
Make it stop! Make it stop.

Angel:
The child. The child has a heartbeat. It has a soul.

[Darla flailing wildly]

Darla:
No! Not my child! No!

Angel:
Our child. Our child. Our child. That's why you've been craving purer and purer blood. That's why it's been driving you out of your mind. It has a soul.

[Darla collapses against Angel's chest, sobbing]

Darla:
No, it doesn't.

[Angel holds her]

Angel:
It does.

Darla:
It can't.

Angel:
Yes, it does. It does.

[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.]

[Holtz is sitting at the table in the motel room. He folds a piece of paper and sticks it into an envelope.]

Holtz:
I can't recall. Would you require an invitation for a place like this?

[Angel is standing in the open door behind Holtz.]

Angel:
Public accommodation? [Steps across the threshold] No.

Holtz:
No. You'd think I'd remember something like that. It would have seemed important once. Details begin to escape me.

[Angel gives the door a push so it closes behind him then grabs Holtz by the throat and slams him up against the wall.]

Angel:
You stole my son.

Holtz:
I kept your son alive. You murdered mine.

[After a beat Angel slowly backs off and withdraws his hand from Holtz' throat.]

Angel:
I was different then.

Holtz:
Yes. So was I. You feel remorse. You feel remorse yet you can't express it.

Angel:
You want me to say I'm sorry? How can I? It wouldn't mean a thing.

Holtz:
It would mean a little. Not much, but it would be something.

Angel:
Then I'm sorry. For whatever little it might mean. It's all I've got.

[Angel stands still, looking straight ahead, not at Holtz.]

Holtz:
Not all. You had a son. So there it is. I thought by depriving you of that son it would allow me some measure of justice. I was wrong.

Angel:
Taking Connor from me was never justice. It was vengeance.

Holtz:
Or maybe vengeance is what I do now. Give back what I took.

Angel:
What?

Holtz:
I'm an old man now. I have nothing to offer the boy. You can give him what I can't: his purpose. But every time you look upon his face every time he calls you 'father' you will be reminded of that which you took and can never give back. And if that is vengeance, I find I have no taste for it. [He picks up the letter and holds it out to Angel.] All I ask is that you give him this. It's not sealed. I expect you'll examine it. You should.

Angel:
Why are you doing this?

Holtz:
I thought I'd made that plain. I love my son. [Angel closes his eyes for a moment] And this is the only way I know to ensure that he will go on loving me.

[Angel takes a hold of the letter and turns to look at Holtz. After a moment he pulls the letter out of Holtz' hand and turns to leave.]

Holtz:
He won't accept this at first. He'll try to find me. He never will.

[Angel opens the door and slowly walks out.]

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