[Borsa, Romania 1898. Darla follows a blindfolded Angelus into a house.]
Can I take off this blindfold yet?
[grabs Darla around the waist] Can I take off something else?
After I give you your present. [They kiss] You can never have enough of those. Come on.
[She leads him into another room, then takes his blindfold off. A gagged girl lies in front of a fireplace.]
What would I do without you?
Wither and die. [They kiss] She is not just for you. I get to watch.
[Angelus goes and leans down over the girl. He pushes her skirt up while she squirms, then vamps out and bites her thigh while Darla watches.]
Angelus? Are you here? Angelus?
[She walks into the other room. Angel is huddled up against a wall.]
When you kill them. Some just stand there frozen while others...
What are you doing? Are we playing a game?
The children, they usually scream.
[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.]
We've drunk and killed for how long now? 140-odd years. We've drunk them all up and they're all dead.
What is this? Have you met someone else?
[Angel takes a hold of her shoulders and leans against her.]
No. Let go! [Pushes him away] Let go of me! What happened to you? Angelus, what happened?
That gypsy girl you brought me...her people found out. They did something to me.
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.
The spell...they gave you a soul! A filthy soul! No! [Scratches his cheek.] You're disgusting!
[Darla picks up a wooden chair to ward him off.]
[Darla smashes the chair and picks up one of the legs and tries to stake Angel, but he avoids it.]
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.]
[Faith has Wesley gagged and tied to a chair.]
We've only done one of the five basic torture groups. We've done blunt, but that still leaves sharp, hot, cold, and loud.
[Faith throws herself against Angel screaming.]
I'm evil! I'm bad! I'm evil! Do you hear me? I'm bad! Angel, I'm bad!
[She begins to sob, grabbing a hold of Angel's shirt and shaking him.]
I'm ba-ad. Do you hear me? I'm bad! I'm bad! I'm bad. Please. Angel, please, just do it.
[Wesley comes running out of the apartment building.]
Angel please, just do it. Just do it. Just kill me. Just kill me.
[Angel wraps his arms around her shoulders and pulls her against him. She over balances them and they sink to their knees, Angel still holding her as she cries.]
Shh. It's all right. It's okay. I'm here. I'm right here. Shh.
[The camera shows the knife dropping from Wesley's hand as he stands in the pouring rain, staring at them, while Faith cries and thunder rumbles overhead.]
