ANGEL: Darla? Darla! Darla. Darla?!

(spots a terrified missionary family, saves them from an attacker. Backs away.)

DARLA: Angelus? (excited) The whirlwind, Angelus! (senses the family) Hmm, what's over here?

ANGEL: Nothing. Bodies. Let's find something warm.

DARLA: Yes. Some missionaries. We'll drain the piety right out of them.

(meet Spike & Dru)

DARLA: So, where have you two been?

DRUSILLA: May I tell?

SPIKE: No need to be humble.

DRUSILLA: My little Spike just killed himself a Slayer.

DARLA: Did you hear that?

ANGEL: Congratulations. I guess that makes you one of us.

SPIKE: Don't be so glum, mate! The way you tell it, one Slayer snuffs it, another one rises. I figure there's a new Chosen One getting all chosen as we speak. I'll tell you what... when and if this new bird shows up, I'll give you first crack at her!

DRUSILLA: (sensing the missionaries) Hmm, I smell fear.

ANGEL: This whole place reeks of it.

Dru: It's intoxicating.

ANGEL: Let's get out of here. This rebellion's starting to bore me.

• Darla & Angel
• historical flash backs

written by: Tim Minear; Originally transcribed by anonymous. Edited, reformatted and double checked against source by me.. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/a29darla.html