Angel · Season 2
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.]
Oh, God.
Don't fight it, my love. Just let it happen. It'll only hurt for a minute.
Oh, God. Oh, God.
Yes. Yes, I know. It was the same for me. The soul is gone, but it leaves a bitterness. It'll pass. What you need is a fresh kill. Hot human blood will wash away the foul memory of it. I promise. What? What is it?
You saved me.
Yes. But I was going to kill you tonight. Take you out of this world, the same way I brought you into it. But I didn't have to. You gave yourself over so completely, Angelus. I felt you surrender.
I gave you everything I had left.
Yes.
I'm so sorry.
You don't have to be.
But I am. I am sorry.
What?
I'm sorry Darla.
[Realizes] No!
You saved me. Sorry I couldn't do the same for you.
Let go of me! You still have a soul!
[To Darla] Get dressed and get out! Because the next time I see you, I will kill you.
[There's a knock at Lorne's door.]
Jeez, keep your pants on! [opens to reveal Angel, who just had sex with Darla] Well, I see we're a little late with that advice.
So you had an epiphany, did you?
Yeah.
So ... what? You just wake up, and 'bang'?
Sort of the other way around.
Where's Cordy?
We don't know. Not here.
You check her pad?
I stopped by there earlier.
You enjoying your visit to 1973? I meant her message pad.
Oh right, that's a good idea. [Picks up a pencil] Oh, here. Use this you can make a rubbing of the impressions she left, see what the last thing was that she wrote.
Or we could just read the carbon.
[Drops the pencil] Or you can do that.
Guys, guys. Does it make sense that she would go there in the middle of the night, without calling either one of you?
They owe us money.
Let's go.
I feel like such an idiot.
A lot of that going around.
I just couldn't ... My whole life has been about being a cop. If I'm not a part of the force, it's like nothing I do means anything.
It doesn't.
Doesn't what?
Mean anything. In the greater scheme, in the big picture, nothing we do matters. There's no grand plan, no big win.
You seem kind of chipper about that.
Well ... I guess I kind of worked it out. If there's no great glorious end to all this, if ... nothing we do matters ... then all that matters is what we do. 'Cause that's all there is. What we do. Now. Today. I fought for so long for redemption, for a reward, finally, just to beat the other guy. But I never got it.
Now you do?
Not all of it. All I want to do is help. I want to help because I don't think people should suffer as they do, because if there's no bigger meaning, then the smallest act of kindness is the greatest thing in the world.
Yikes. Sounds like you've had an epiphany.
That's what I keep saying, but nobody's listening.
Darla... I've been calling here all night. Why haven't you answered? [He drops his stuff and walks over to the window drawing the curtains closed.] Get away from the window. It's not safe. [Stands close behind her.] They called an emergency meeting tonight after what happened. The official order on you is to stake on sight. [Darla walks past him. Sits down on a chair and looks at something in her hands.] You should have told me what you had planned. I would have talked you out of it helped you. I don't know. [He closes the rest of the curtains, walks over to Darla.] Things are getting complicated for us now.
Yes. Yes, I believe they are.
We should probably clear your stuff out of here. Move in my bedroom. I just think it'd be best for us... [Darla is still looking at her hands, twisting the big ring Angel killed the Senior Partner for between her fingers.] Darla, what's wrong? [Sees the ring.] What is this? [Takes it from her.] Where did you get this?
What's the difference? Doesn't work anyway.
No, of course it doesn't work, because after Angel stole it there was a disenchanting ceremony. It took half the meeting. How did you get this?
It was my payment.
Your payment? What are you talking about?
What do you think I'm talking about, Lindsey?
I don't know! [She just looks at him and after a beat he turns away. Stares down at the ring then back at her with a frown.] What happened?
Nothing. Nothing happened. My god, nothing at all.
Tell me. I have to know.
You want details, Lindsey? Is that what you want?
Yes. I want details. I need to know everything. All of it. What did he do to you?
Well, I'm unaware of any red bird statuary in downtown Los Angeles, so unless you are I suggest.. [Harmony pops another bubble] *someone* put a *stake* through that woman's heart if she persists in popping her bloody chewing gum!
Harmony, do me a favor, lose the gum.
Okay, okay! Sorry. I thought it would help with the cravings.
[Rips a page out of the book Wesley was looking at earlier and spits her gum into it.]
I mean, you'd think I'd get a thank you for not biting any of you.
[Wesley snatches the crumpled page from her.]
*What* are you doing!?! This book is twelve centuries old!
Okay. So it's not like I messed up a new one.
[Angel pours Harmony some blood.]
Here we go. That's it. Drink up.
Eww! Yech! It tastes funky.
It's pig's blood.
Ugh, well, that's gonna go straight to my hips. [Sighs] How do you stand this?
You get used to it.
I mean how do you stand everything? Being what you are, how can you deprive yourself of the taste? The sensation of rich, warm, human blood flowing into your mouth, bathing your tongue, caressing your throat with its sweet, sticky...
[Harmony's word picture is taking Angel to happy place.]
[entering] I'm back!
Me too.
Man, atonement's a bitch.
These quotes come from Wikiquote's Angel pages and are available under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike License.
