Angel · Season 1
[Cordelia checks a lead on an on-line demon database.]
There are some ugly critters in here. Someone ought to create an intra-demon dating base. You know, like archfiend.org, where the lonely and the slimy connect. I was just joking, Mister Grouchy-Pants. When was the last time you had a dating base?
For your information, I lead a rich and varied social life.
Oh, I know. Every night it's Jeopardy, followed by Wheel of Fortune and a cup of hot cocoa. Look out, girls, this one can't be tamed!
Why isn't Wolfram & Hart in here?
Because they're lawyers, not demons.
Fine line, you ask me.
[The episode starts from a black screen.]
We're doomed.
Maybe we can make a break for it.
Impossible.
Front exit?
We'd be spotted instantly.
Back door?
Blocked.
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??
[whispers] 'is not as devoted to me'.
Perhaps two.
What??
[whispers] 'is not as devoted to me'.
'is not as devoted to me.' [adds dramatic sob]
And I thought I knew Eternity.
[To Wesley] So... how was I?
It was really good.
Really? Thanks. Angel was I good?
What? Oh.. Uh... I wouldn't say it if it wasn't true.
Thanks. [pause] You didn't say it.
I didn't?
I don't believe this!
Well, it was a night in a theater I'll never forget.
I'm not what you think.
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".
Then again...
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?
Yeah. But not human.
You're not a killer.
I gave that up.
Well, there's a support group for everything in this town, I guess.
A season and a half off the air and suddenly I'm nobody again.
[holding up some tabloids] Not according to these.
According to those, I've slept with Ernest Borgnine and I'm bulimic.
I hear Borgnine's a very skilled lover.
[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.
I don't believe that.
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!
What are you doing?
[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?
Nothing.
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.
Everybody is so sorry.
I just wanted us both to be happy.
Oh, but I am happy.
You are?
Yes.
[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.]
Perfectly happy.
Angel?
Oh, what's the matter? Look a little nervous.
You, you're...
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.
Kill me?
[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.
My head on a stick?
Well okay... [throws the glass over his shoulder and listens to it break]... pike.
You're just trying to scare me.
Is it working?
No.
[Angelus tosses her across the room and she lands on the stairs to the sewer entrance.]
How about now?
You're crazy.
Oh, no. I'm a vampire. Boy, you know, you could stand to drop a few pounds. Hey, I help you with that.
This isn't you.
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.
Stop it.
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.]
Cordelia --
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?
So, we're OK, then?
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?
Pfft! [she exits]
Wesley? Cordelia? [cut to credits] Guys?
[Borsa, Romania 1898. Darla follows a blindfolded Angelus into a house.]
Can I take off this blindfold yet?
No.
[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.]
Happy birthday, Angelus.
She is a gypsy.
I looked everywhere.
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.]
You can always tell when he's happy. His scowl? A little less scowly.
[regarding Faith] I thought she was in a coma.
Pretty lively coma.
Angelus? Are you here? Angelus?
[She walks into the other room. Angel is huddled up against a wall.]
Not everyone screams.
What?
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.
Where have you been?
Don't!
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.
A spell?
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.
[Darla picks up a wooden chair to ward him off.]
No! Get away from me!
You brought her here.
[Darla smashes the chair and picks up one of the legs and tries to stake Angel, but he avoids it.]
I am like you.
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.
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