[The episode starts from a black screen.]
Maybe we can make a break for it.
We'd be spotted instantly.
That's it, then. We're trapped.
We could try shouting fire... [seats in a theater are shown] It's not technically a crowded theater.
[performing Henrik Ibsen's "A Doll's House" on stage] 'One day, I might, yes. Many years from now, when I've lost my looks a little. Do not laugh.'
[checks his watch] Only another hour.
'I mean of course, a time will come when Torvald is not... is not...' ..Line??
PPrompter
[whispers] 'is not as devoted to me'.
PPrompter
[whispers] 'is not as devoted to me'.
'is not as devoted to me.' [adds dramatic sob]
And I thought I knew Eternity.
You're not? Because... no reflection, dark private office, instantly knowing those letters weren't written in blood... I guess what I would think is "vampire".
Which is impossible. Bela Lugosi, Gary Oldman, they're vampires.
Frank Langella was the only performance I believed, but...
This is real. You're real. Do you drink blood?
Well, there's a support group for everything in this town, I guess.
[Rebecca leans over a slightly woozy looking Angel twirling his champagne glass.]
I used to be, uh, a long time ago. I hurt a lot of people.
No, it's true. I was bad. Which is why I have to help people now. I'm trying to atone.
Cordelia says you've saved the world.
Couple times I helped. But I almost had it sucked into hell once too.
Still, don't you think after all this time you deserve some happiness?
[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.
You don't have to. You can have what you've been craving all these long, empty years. We both can. Forever.
Woah, woah. What are you saying?
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.
You're wrong. You don't know what it is you're asking me to do.
Of course I know. I'm not a fool. There is a price. I understand that.
You couldn't possibly understand.
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.
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.
You're supposed to help people. Help me.
You want me to help you? [Grabs her and pulls her into the kitchen.] Fine!
[Angel opens the fridge and takes out a red-cross blood bag, still clutching Rebecca's left arm.]
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?
You put something in my drink.
I just wanted you to relax a little, Angel. Oh, lower the defenses a little.
[grabs her] What was it?!
Just a little happy pill. [Angel drops his face on her shoulder, panting, and Rebecca starts crying.] Oh god. I'm so sorry.
I just wanted us both to be happy.
[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.]
Oh, what's the matter? Look a little nervous.
Free! [Picks up his drink and drains it.] You freed me. Mmm. [Sticks a finger in the glass and licks the last of it off his finger.] Oh, God. I love this stuff! Wow! [Breaks the glass on a ceiling beam.] Remind me to get the name of your dealer before I kill you.
[Angel twirls the broken glass in his hand.]
In all my years, I've never killed a famous person before. But with no witnesses who's gonna believe me? Maybe we can take a picture. I know! We do it like we did back in the day. I'll keep your head on a stick as proof.
Well okay... [throws the glass over his shoulder and listens to it break]... pike.
You're just trying to scare me.
[Angelus tosses her across the room and she lands on the stairs to the sewer entrance.]
Oh, no. I'm a vampire. Boy, you know, you could stand to drop a few pounds. Hey, I help you with that.
They always mistake me for the character I play. They never see the real me!
I'm... I just wanted to...
Be like me? Believe me, I'm one happy fellow. Tell you what, I'll torture you for a few unbelievably long hours and then you can tell me if this is the lifestyle for you. It's up to you.
Well, oh, why don't you juss-ss...
Juss-s? Line? 'Of course a time will come when Torvald is not as devoted to me'. You were really, let me tell you, bad.
Why? You didn't. I mean, I've been to hell but *that* was so much worse! [To Rebecca] You had to be there. I mean, there wasn't a dry eye in the house, everybody was just laughing so hard. [To Cordelia] Here's a thought. Maybe you can get Raven here to coach you, then you'd actually suck!
[Among Angelus' dastardly deeds was a savage, if accurate, critique of Cordelia's acting.]
OK, here's something I never thought I would say to you: Wesley's right. Forget about it.
But I really didn't mean --
Yes, you did. And I'd appreciate it if you didn't try to weasel out of it. Angelus may not be the most relaxing company, but at least he's honest. Shouldn't I expect the same from the not-evil version of my friends?
I'm way too big of a person to let something so petty get in the way of our friendship.
I appreciate that. [a pause] You're not gonna untie me, are you?
Wesley? Cordelia? [cut to credits] Guys?
