Cordelia Chase, right? You came here to gloat?
I can do that anywhere. Are you going to invite me in? Oh, wait. I'm not a vampire. (walks in)
(sarcastically) Please, come on in.
I want you to tell me about Billy. Everything you didn't tell Angel. I want you to help me stop him.
And what makes you think I'm going to do that?
Well, your face, for starters.
I know the risks of my job, and I accept them.
Then why were you crying five minutes ago. (Lilah looks surprised) There's not a thing about badly re-applied mascara that I don't know.
I am not Lindsay McDonald. I don't switch sides whenever it gets tough. And since when is this your job? I thought Angel was the Dark Revenger.
Angel feels responsible for this guy because he brought him back from hell. I feel responsible because he did it to save me. You, who are actually responsible for the entire thing, feel nothing at all, because you are a vicious bitch.
Please, I was you. With better shoes.
That won't work with pink.
The pink is out this spring.
Billy makes people crazy.
Not all people. Just men. He brings out a primal misogyny in them. Turns them into killers.
Then why didn't he do it to Angel?
Yes, right before he escaped from the cops. (Lilah laughs) What's so witty?
Billy's touch work's differently on different men. Some lose their mind in an instant. Others, can take hours. Gee, I sure hope Angel isn't starting to feel testy.
I know. I've seen his dark side.
You really haven't. (Lilah looks nervous) I have to find Billy.
And I'm going to help you why?
You know that guy you hired to hack into my visions? What he did to me? You know what it felt like? I was cut, torn up, my face disfigured and burning with pain every second, not knowing if it was going to end or just get worse until I died.
It's not the pain. It's the helplessness. The certainty that there is nothing you can do to stop it. That your life can be thrown away in an instant by someone else. He doesn't care. He'll beat you down until you stay down, because he doesn't even think of you as alive. No woman should ever have to go through that, and no woman strong enough to hold the mantle of vicious bitch would ever put up with it. Where is Billy going?
Hey, what are friends for?
If you ask me, they're for knocking you up and leaving you high and dry.
[Angel spins around to see a very pregnant Darla standing on the top landing leading down into the lobby from outside.]
Hello, lover. Long time no see.
Vampires can't have children. Wesley?
Ah, no, he's right. It's not possible.
You know we can't. I know we can't. But we did.
I wonder if this might not be that bad thing we were expecting.
[She hits Angel across the face and he stumbles back against the weapons cabinet behind him.]
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]
