Drusilla quotes from Angel

This whole place reeks of it.

[Spike wraps his arms around Drusilla from behind.]

Drusilla

It's intoxicating.

Let's get out of here. This rebellion is starting to bore me.

[Darla watches as Angel walks past Drusilla, giggling in Spike's arms, then follows him. Nice, slow motion shot of the four of them walking down the street with the burning buildings and riot all around. Spike steps on a bundle in his path and leaps high into the air. Angel is walking down the street, grim-faced leading the way, with Darla just a step behind him. Spike is carrying Dru in his arms, kissing her. Darla is watching Angel.]

S2 Darla

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Drusilla

I saw you coming, my lovely. The moon showed me. It told me to come into the twentieth century.

It's the twenty-first century, Dru.

Drusilla

Hmm, I'm still lagging.

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Ladies. How...?

Your wife was kind enough to invite us in, Holland.

Ah.

Drusilla

Very sweet, she was. Like clover. [licking blood off her lips]

Drusilla

And honey.

Just think of it as our way of giving you what you want.

What would I...?

I believe you said something about...[Darla and Drusilla change faces]...a massacre.

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Drusilla

You have beautiful skin.

I moisturize.

Drusilla

That was very thoughtful of you.

[Darla steps up close to Holland]

You brought me back as human, a dying one at that, let me wallow with a soul, then sent me crawling back to Angel, begging him to restore me.

Which he should have done right away. But I miscalculated, I - I thought he cared more than he did.

Like you do.

[Darla giggles.]

Drusilla

Grandmum won't eat [lifts both hands up besides her head and opens and closes them a couple of times] the double speak."

No. No, she won't eat that.

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Drusilla

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

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

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

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.

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

No. Now. She means now.

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.

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?

I don't know.

You could die here. Chances are you will.

I know.

And you don't care.

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

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.

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.]

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[Angel arrives as Darla and Drusilla prepare to massacre a Wolfram & Hart office party]

Angelus- here for the tasting?

Drusilla

Look what we have for you. Oh- it's not Daddy. It's never Daddy. It's the Angel-beast.

Come to punish us?

Drusilla

Yeah, yeah. [lifts her hands as if they were tied above her head] Spank us till Tuesday. [growls] We promise to be bad if you do.

Angel....

[to Darla] I'm sorry I didn't get to you in time.

I'm not.

Drusilla

[caressing the side of her face] He's soul-sick. Not even thinking about his own family. [pulls one of the men over by his hair] Only thinking about them.

Come on, love. I never did get that good-bye kiss.

You will. But not tonight.

For God's sake, help us!

Angel, please. People are going to die.

And yet, somehow, I just can't seem to care.

[Holland watches wide-eyed as Angel shuts the double doors on them; Darla turns to caress Holland with a big smile on her face]

Angel? P-please we can negotiate. We...

[Angel slides the lock on the door shut]

Drusilla

Daddy?

[Lindsey has a slight smile creasing his face. Darla pulls Holland down and bites him. Angel unhurriedly walks up the steps from the cellar, ignoring the screams and sounds of fighting coming from the cellar.]

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[Dru is sitting in the chair behind Lindsey's desk, while Darla is sitting on the edge of it.]

Lindsey. I've missed you. Close the door. [Neither Lindsey nor Lilah move.] Sweetpea, if we wanted you dead, you'd have never have made it out of the wine cellar. Now close the door.

[Lindsey closes the door.]

Drusilla

He's got cow eyes. Big and black. Moo...

[moves over to Darla] You spared me. Why'd you spare me, Darla?

Do you really have to ask? [She leans in close to smell him] Hmm. I'm in love with you.

[They look at each other for a few moments, then Darla burst out laughing. Lindsey jerks his head a little. Dru and Lilah join Darla's laughter.]

Shut up, Lilah.

Drusilla

Shh!

Well, look at you two, such pretty scars.

You've put us in a difficult position, Darla.

Hmm, have I? Smart young lawyers, [runs a hand up Lindsey's arm] hungry for their big break and whoops boss gets eaten. Someone has to step in. Someone promising, pretty, with questionable ethics and twelve-hundred dollar suits that look good on the six o'clock news.

You think they'll promote him?

[to Lilah] Or you. In any case, that's why you're here. I've decided to keep the line of communication open between us and Wolfram and Hart.

What for?

I believe we can help each other.

I don't think I understand. What is it exactly that you want, Darla?

Power. See, Lindsey, during my stint as Wolfram and Hart's puppet, something occurred to me. I loathe being used. If I recall I sent you a fifteen-body-memo to that effect. We plan on being big players in this town, Dru and I. And while you can't give me what I want, you have the things I need to get it. Money. Connections.

We're no good to you dead, Darla. The Senior Partners are looking for someone to blame for your massacre.

But surely they wouldn't kill both of you. Seems like such a waste. Well, I guess, whoever's left standing will be our liaison.

Liaison to what?

To the world above of course. In the meantime, we'll focus on the world below.

This power that you want does it have a target? You going after Angel?

Don't say that! Not everything is about Angel, Lindsey. I just want to have some fun.

Well, you see, I'm surprised. Because I thought that you would make him your top priority.

I spent two-hundred and fifty years without Angel. You think just because I went through a little human phase I'd go all gooey?

No. No, I thought you'd kill him.

All in good time, my love. All in good time.

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[A fight is taking place between a green demon and a vampire, ringed by a crowd of demons watching and cheering. The demon dances around the vampire, hitting him. Finally grabs the vampire in a choke-hold. The vampire slaps the floor with his hand and the demon releases him. Rhythmic clapping interrupts the cheers for the winner. The crowd parts to reveal Darla, followed by Dru walking into the middle of the circle.]

Wow. That was something. But violence without victims, see, that's where you lose me.

DDemon

Who the hell are you?

My name's Darla and this is Drusilla. We're new in town though some of you know us by reputation.

DDemon

I never heard of you before.

[Drusilla reaches up from behind him and casually rips off his ears. The demon drops to the floor with a scream, hands pressed to the sides of his head.]

Now you never will. I trust we have everyone's attention? Good. We've come with a little proposition.

[From under the shadow of the hood of his gray sweatshirt a vamp-faced Angel glances over the shoulders of the demons in front of him at Darla.]'

Me and my girl, we're not just the new thing in town, we're the only thing in town. And we're in the market for some... Well, one doesn't really want to use the term 'muscular slaves...' Actually, one does. Unfortunately for most, we're only looking for the best. Those creatures who not only excel at devastation, but revel in it. Our crusade is one of malevolent joy.

[Angel moves through the demon crowd, head down. Dru gasps as he slips past the demons standing behind her.]

Drusilla

Eyes like needles.

Dru, I'm working here?

Drusilla

He sees you. Sees what you were. [Gasps and takes a step closer to Darla.] You'll never be alone again.

Stop! J-just don't.

Drusilla

He's watching you, my sweet, right now.

[Darla spins around and looks at the crowd of demons.]

Angel.

[Darla pushes into the crowd.]

Drusilla

He wants to punish us. He thinks we've been naughty. He remembers when you were warm.

Shut up, Drusilla!

[Drusilla turns away and Darla gives herself a little shake.]

Now, as I was saying, if you think you have what it takes to join us, auditions are tonight, here... [pulls a business card out of her cleavage] at this address. Winners will have the opportunity to foment mass-destruction, losers will be gutted and left for dead. Have a nice night. [Grabs a hold of Drusilla's arm and hustles her towards the door.] Come on.

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[Darla and Drusilla are coming out of a demon bar.]

Drusilla

I didn't like that barkeeper. Hmm, can't get his eyes off my fingers. [She licks her fingers.]

That was the last one. It's nearly midnight now. We should get to the factory.

Drusilla

My little bird is anxious.

Yeah, well, recruiting a legion of demons is stressful, Dru.

Drusilla

He won't leave, you know.

I don't wanna hear this.

Drusilla

We could have a thousand soldiers and still he'll come, galloping, galloping, still he'll come.

Why is everybody trying to make this about Angel?! I mean, for God's sake, can't a woman wreak a little havoc without there being a man involved?

Drusilla

You miss him, like a heartbeat.

I don't miss my heartbeat, Dru. It was a symptom of a disease I've since been cured off. You know, in a perfect world, Angel would be here right now, helping me burn this city to the ground. This is his job I'm doing. But where is he? Probably flogging himself in a church somewhere.

Drusilla

Ooh, flogging! Eew, churches.

In a perfect world we'd be slaughtering the innocent. Laughing as we rain destruction on this whole miserable town.

Drusilla

I see such pretty fire.

Fire. Conflagration. In a perfect world there'd be nothing left here but ashes.

Drusilla

[laughing] And pain. So much suffering. [Begins to sway] The flames are lovely. They dance, and the fire licks like a cat. And the screams, oh, it's like star music.

That's nice, Dru. Now hurry up. We can't be late.

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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.

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.]

[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.]

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.

Shh. Shh. That wasn't Angel.

Drusilla

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

Wasn't Angelus either.

Drusilla

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

Who was that?

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[First lines]

Drusilla

Oh. Such a hungry little kitty. Meow. You've been a starved one, haven't you, my sweet Willy?

I've got you to feast on now, pet. Is this your home?

Drusilla

Their home. [Looks at a pair middle-aged corpses slumped on the sofa, posed as if they were sitting.] Ambassador to...something and his plump, lovely wife. Till their spirits flew away on fairy wings. Psst. When Angelus took them for dinner.

Angelus? Who the bloody hell's Ang

[William turns to see Angelus lurking in the shadows in a nearby doorway.]

Drusilla

Look what I made. It's called Willy.

William.

Drusilla

[smiles] Where's Darla? I want Darla to see William.

Darla and I had a little spat. Her precious Master sent for her. You know Darla. Master's pet.

Drusilla

Oh. Poor Angelus.

Ah, don't fret, Dru. We'll make up. Always do. [Touches his bruised brow.] Mmm. Ow. After a little tit for tat. Shouldn't let that spoil our fun here. [Looks at William, checking him out.] So, instead of just feeding off of this William... you went and turned him into one of us. Another rooster in the henhouse.

Drusilla

You're not cross with me, are you?

Cross?

[He grabs William's arm and holds it out into the ray of sunlight beaming through the closed curtains.]

Do you have any idea what it's like having nothing but women as travel companions, night in and night out?

[Wiliam angrily yanks his sizzling hand away from Angelus.]

Touch me again--

Don't mistake me. I do love the ladies. It's just lately... I've been wondering... [Holds his own fist in the beam of sunlight] ...what it'd be like... [watches his hand sizzle] to share the slaughter of innocents... with another man. [turns his hand over so the palm is in the light now; looks admiringly at it as it smokes] Don't think that makes me some kind of a deviant, hmm? [pulls his hand back close to his face] Do you?

[Staring at Angelus, William sticks his own hand in the light, voluntarily this time.]