“Reprise” · Season 2
In this episode: Puppet Angel (4), Cordelia Chase (1), Darla (1), Lorne (1), Holland (1)
What is 'it' and how do I stop it?
I don't know and you don't.
Can it be killed?
Most anything that can manifest in order to move in this dimension can be killed. Kinda the down side of being here. That and the so-called 'musicals' of Andrew Lloyd Webber. (With a sigh) The band of Blacknil. Don't ask me what it means. I don't know. I shouldn't even be giving you that much.
I don't even know what you are anymore.
I'm a vampire. Look it up!
Congratulations. Great victory.
You're...
Holland Manners.
...not alive.
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]
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?
Something like that.
Hmm, now tell me just what do you think that would accomplish? In the end, I mean.
It'll be–the end.
Well, the end of you, certainly. But I meant in the larger sense.
In the larger sense, I really don't give a crap.
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?
The apocalypse.
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?
You're not gonna win.
Well...no. Of course we aren't. We have no intention of doing anything so prosaic as "winning". [laughs]
Then why?
Hmm? I'm sorry, why what?
Why fight?
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]
Welcome to the home office.
This isn't...
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]
Have a nice day.
What do you want, Darla?
[Holds up the ring and looks over his shoulder.]
You want this?
[He drops the ring on the floor and Darla hurries over to pick it up. Before she can, Angel grabs her arm and sends her stumbling towards the wall.]
Or maybe what you really want is this!
[Pushes her up against the wall and gently brushes the hair back from her face.]
That may be what you really want, isn't it?
[Kisses her softly, then, when she doesn't react, a little harder. Darla pushes him away.]
Don't play games with me.
I'm not playing. I just wanna feel something besides the cold.
[Pushes her back onto a table, lowers himself on top of her and kisses her again. Darla reaches up and pushes his jacket off his shoulders, kissing him back. Angel strips off his jacket with her help, still kissing her. Suddenly Darla begins to laugh and Angel pulls back the same time she pushes him and gets up.]
Why're you laughing?
[Darla continues to laugh, not answering him, and Angel hits her, sending her crashing through the glass doors leading to his bedroom. Angel slowly walks after her as she rolls over and looks up at him.]
Don't you feel the cold?
[Angel grabs her by the shoulders and pulls her up.]
What're you doing?
It doesn't matter.
[Strokes the side of her face.]
None of it matters.
[He kisses her again and she responds. They fall back onto the bed and strip off each other's clothes.]
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