(1898, Romania.)

DARLA: You took him from me. You stole him away. You gave him a soul.

Gypsy: He must suffer. As all of his victims have suffered.

DARLA: That is no justice. Whatever pain he caused your daughter was momentary - over in an instant - or an hour. But what you've done to him will force him to suffer for the rest of eternity! Remove that filthy soul so my boy might return to me.

DRUSILLA: Angelus is gone on away. Where is he?

DARLA: Drusilla, the camp. Go on! Kill things!

DRUSILLA: He shall be very cross if he finds we had a lovely mass slaughter without him.

DARLA: He'll join us soon. Now do as you're told.

DRUSILLA: (docile) Okay.

DARLA: In that wagon is your family. Your wife and daughters will die tonight without my protection. But if you do as I say, your family can live.

(Spike, in vamp face, blood on his chin, steps out of the wagon and burps. Darla looks at him. )

SPIKE: What?

(Darla closes her eyes, turns back to the gypsy and snaps his neck.)

DRUSILLA: Pretty music, pretty, pretty music. They cry out for mercy. They cry out for mercy.

DARLA: Show none.

• Angel, Angelus & The Curse
• 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