Cordy that's Darla. Maybe you don't want to...
Did you or did you not look me in the eye and say that you would *never* do a thing like this with her?
Oh, he lied? What a surprise.
[Fred carrying a glass of water]
Hi. I'm Fred. Is water okay, or did you want some blood?
[Darla takes the water as Wes gently pulls Fred back away from Darla.]
Cordy. I'm sorry I lied. It was just...it was a very dark time.
Oh! You used her to make you feel better during your dark time. Well, that makes it all heroic.
It wasn't like that. It just happened. It wasn't like I went evil or anything, I just...
You just went male. [She brushes the hair out of Darla's face.] Have you been to a doctor?
[Darla gives her a look]
No. But I have been to every shaman and seer in the Western Hemisphere.
They don't know what it is. They don't know what it means. Nothing like this has ever happened.
Maybe it's an hysterical pregnancy.
Angel's old flame, from way back.
Yeah. No, not that one, the other one that died and came back to life. She's a vampire.
Do y'all have a chart or somethin'?
In the files. I'll get it for you later.
[Angel stares at Cordelia, working up the nerve to confess his feelings for her.]
Why are you looking at me like that?
Okay. It's getting creepy now.
I was just thinking about things. People. You know, how they relate. Take you and me, for instance. We're very different. Very different. Obviously. [points at Cordy] Human, [points at self] vampire. [points at Cordy] Woman, [points at self] man... pire.
Has someone been putting vodka in your blood?
[chuckles] See? You're funny! And I, well I get off a good one every once in a while, but you...
Angel, are you trying to say you love me?
[calling into Wesley's office] Angel loves me! I love him!
You guys love us and we love you!
WFWesley, Fred, Gunn
[offscreen, in chorus] We love you, Angel!
They were all saying it earlier. Just in case this prophecy comes true and we all die. You're not gonna want a hug, are you?
[Darla pulls the stake out of her right palm and lets it drop as she walks towards Angel.]
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.]
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!
[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.]
How could you put this in me? I hate you!
[Darla hits him again, but Angel refuses to let go of her throat.]
They breathe. They breathe and pound. I don't breathe, you idiot! You can't strangle me!
[Darla laughs.]
I'm not gonna strangle you.
[Angel pulls her away and slams her back up against the wall, pulling out another stake.]
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.]
Do it! Do it! Make it stop!
[Angel gently restrains her, wrapping her tightly in his arms and pulling her up against his chest.]
No it won't, Darla. Darla, listen to me.
Make it stop! Make it stop.
The child. The child has a heartbeat. It has a soul.
[Darla flailing wildly]
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]
[Angel holds her]
[Darla starts groaning in pain after Cordelia punches her.]
Oh, come on, tough girl. You're a vampire. A punch in the nose shouldn't hurt that much.
Not aaow her nose. She's having contractions!
[Darla screams]
Thank you for coming. And correct me if I'm wrong, but the role of a psychic is to be psychic. To predict the future, so that Wolfram and Hart doesn't find itself in this kind of predicament.
BPBald psychic
I can't apologize enough, sir.
You're right. You can't. [Laughs] But I'm not without compassion. I'm gonna give you a chance to save your job - and your skin.
[Bald psychic smiles relieved, then frowns and leans in a bit closer to Linwood.]
BPBald psychic
No, you're not. You're gonna have me killed.
[Puts a hand on his shoulder.] Now, why couldn't you have had that kind of foresight when we needed it?
[Someone puts a plastic bag over the bald guy's head from behind and pulls him away from Linwood.]
Human as is in humanoid? As in cannibalistic humanoid underground dwellers?
No - human as in - a boy.
A boy. A boy. You're carrying a boy.
Gonna have a son. I'm gonna have a son.
Guys. As fascinating as an ultra-sound image of an unborn child may appear...
Me. A father. To a son. You know what that means?
We're surrounded by vampires?
[He trails off as he looks away from the monitor for the first time and notices the vampires lining the teaching gallery above them and the back wall of the room.]
Oh. We are surrounded by vampires.
Hey, I'm all for being idolized, but what the hell is going on?
To protect the miracle child.
Protect? Ah, that's good. We're all here for the same thing.
[The guy with the sword that Lilah called earlier suddenly jumps through one of the glass windows above, dressed like a ninja and holding the sword in front of him, screaming 'die!' The miracle child worshipping vampires jump on him en masse, and he goes down with a strangled scream. We hear a crunch and someone gulping down liquid.]
As it has been prophesied by our great potentate Ul-thar, we vow our lives to protect this special child.
[aside to Darla] You hear that? Our kid. Special.
Now let us kill the humans so we may use their blood to nourish the mother and her miracle child.
[smiling] Guess I'm getting dinner after all.
Darla, you might wanna join the fight.
Sorry, darling. I'm gonna have to be Switzerland and sit this one out. Now, you did say you were just gonna kill the humans, right?
Yes, just the humans. Then we will nourish you, slice you open, wear your entrails as a belt and consume your eyeballs before we worship the miracle child.
Gunn, you and I can hold them off for as long as we can. The rest of you, get Darla to the car.
Oh, I'd rather stay and fight. Show these youngsters a thing or two about real carnage.
That's thoughtful, but, you know, you should go.
Charles, do you have an extra dagger I could borrow?
[Gunn pulls out a dagger and hands it to her.]
No my count of three. One, two...
[Fred holds the dagger against Darla's belly.]
You freaks make one move and I'll slice the miracle kid into triplets.
It's always the quiet ones.
[quietly to Darla] They don't know the knife can't hurt the baby.
[smiling] They do now. Vampires have great hearing.
[Darla is still in the back of the car. Wesley is sitting on the trunk facing Fred, standing behind the car. Gunn is sitting on the side of the passenger door. Cordelia starts the car.]
It's been six and a half.
It probably wouldn't hurt to wait another minute, right? I mean, what's the worst thing that could happen in another minute? [Darla lets out a blood-curdling scream.] Ask a stupid question...
Her water's broken. This is for real. There should be a blanket in the trunk.
What are we gonna do? Deliver the kid right here? Shouldn't we go somewhere?
[Gunn gets the blanket out of the trunk and he and Wesley help a screaming Darla to lie down in the back seat while the camera pulls up to give us an overhead view of them.]
