Holtz: "Mille grazie, Monsignore. Sono nel vostro debito."
Subtitles: "Thank you, Monsignor. I am in your debt."
Monsignor (st): "No, this animal murdered your family. Hold the beast!"
Holtz: "Monsignor Rivalli, performed the ceremony when Caroline and I were wed. You remember Caroline?"
Angelus: "Pretty lass. Hearty screamer."
Holtz: "The good monsignor has since then been excommunicated. The order he founded, Inquisitore, adheres to the old beliefs. They"re traditionalists and quite good at their work. Let"s get started, shall we?"
Angelus: "Ah. Aah!"
Holtz: "You lost me in North Africa. I knew you"d come back to Europe, but *Rome* Angelus? Why in Gods name would you come to the seat of all that"s holy?"
Angelus: "Darla - she loves the Sistine chapel."
Angelus: "Not him. She"s mad about Botticelli"s frescos. The Temptation of Christ is her favorite - probably because of the leper. What do you want, Holtz?"
Holtz: "I don"t want anything. My family is gone. I don"t trust you to give me Darla, although I *will* find her, you know that. My only desire here - is to discover if a thing such as yourself can be made to pay for its sins. You"re a demon. It is your nature to maim and kill. But you were also once a man. If we beat and burn the demon out of your living flesh, will there be anything left? Anything at all? I doubt it. But I"m willing to spend the next fortnight of my life finding out. - In either event - you have no soul, you can not be saved."
Darla: "Sorry it took me so long darling."
Monsignor: "Vai" all inferno, demonio lordo! Go to hell foul demon!"
Darla: "No, grazie, padre."
Angelus: "Shouldn"t we be killing Holtz?"
Darla: "I know, but it"s just so much fun ruining his life. He"s like family now."
Darla: "Right here is fine. Thanks for the lift. That didn"t take long at all. And they say there is no public transportation in LA."
Bus driver: "Help! We got a code twelve on the 5-8 line! We need help here now, for god"s sake. Now!"
Angel: "What"s this?"
Cordy: "Oh, it"s just so dark and lifeless down here, I thought I"d brighten it up a little for you. You can"t exactly go out and enjoy the sunny fields of nature, but that doesn"t mean we can"t bring a little bloom into your darkness."
Angel: "They"re fake."
Cordy: "Yeah. You put something real in this hellhole and it die like that."
"Thank you, Cordelia?"
Angel: "You know, I"ve been around a long time..."
Cordy: "Which reminds me. Next birthday, you think we could skip the two-hundred and fifty odd candles on the cake and the inevitable fire marshal and just go and just go with a little song?"
Angel: "And I"ve never known anyone like you."
Cordy: "Well, duh! Times a wasting, big guy. Can we do it? Hi-yeah!"
Angel: "Okay. Last time we were working on not pulling your punches and your kicks. Right? Don"t worry about me. That"s good. Good! Where is your weight? Balls of your feet?"
Cordy: "Oops! Oh god, you said that... Are you okay?"
Angel: "I"m a vampire. You can"t hurt me. Good."
Cordy: "You"re off your game. It"s because of the prophecy Wes and Gunn are trying to get their hands on. You think the end is coming."
Angel: "The end is not coming. Someone is always uncovering some ancient scroll, and they"re always saying the same thing: that something terrible is coming. Do you know how many of these things I"ve seen in my very long life?"
Angel: "Three. But there"s nothing to worry about."
Cordy: "Then way are Gunn and Wesley breaking and entering right now?"
Angel: "Breaking and entering is such a negative term. They are simply retrieving some missing pieces from the Nyazian Scroll. Just to make sure..."
Cordy: "That the end is coming. - Well, all we can do is live each moment to the fullest and be grateful that we didn"t throw too much money at the NASDAQ."
Angel: "Am I swelling?"
Wes: "Step one: Dobermans are happily gnawing on the steak. Alarm and vid lines are disabled, no infrared. Caught a break there.
Step two: we cut a hole in the glass, snake in the mini-cam and scan the interior."
"If it"s all clear, we disable the locks and bolts on the side door thus completing...step three."
"Can you believe this?"
Gunn: "Some guys collect old cars, some guys collect..."
"It"s like - the eye follows you wherever you go."
Wes: "Alright. If you were the priceless remnants of the lost Nyazian Scroll, where would you be?"
Gunn: "If I was priceless - I"d be in the vault."
Wes: "The vault? Your snitch never said anything about a vault!"
Gunn: "I got a bad feeling about this."
Wes: "We figure something out. It"s just a - vault."
Gunn: "Actually my bad feeling is more about the man standing behind you with the large revolver."
Man: "Move and I"ll kill you.
Wes: "I hope you"re calling the police."
Man: "You bet I am."
Wes: "Good. You can explain to them why you keep so much GHB on hand. You know, Rohypnol, the date rape drug."
Wes: "Muslok Trancing Amalgam. Under the microscope it"s virtually indistinguishable from GHB."
Man: "Alright. I won"t call the police."
Wes: "I"m glad we understand each other."
Man: "Until after I kill you."
Gunn: "Hey, these worth a lot?"
Man: "Yes. They"re Cyopian conjuring spheres."
Gunn: "How much? Four figures each? Five? More?"
Man: "Stop that!"
Gunn: "Put the weapon down."
"Kind of delicate. Look, we"re not thieves, we"re investigators. Now, we need to look at your Nyazian Scrolls. Put the weapon down, because - I"m getting kind of tired here."
Gunn: "I always wanna give them a big finish.
Cordy: "Ow. That doesn"t feel right."
Angel: "Just relax. You have to bend."
Cordy: "I don"t bend there. - Okay. Now that"s downright unnatural."
Angel: "I know it feels strange, but if an attacker comes at you from behind, you wanna be able to shift all your weight immediately to your other foot so you can spin and kick. Here, you try it."
Angel: "Whoa! Easy. Alright. That"s alright. That"s better. We"ll keep - working on it. Okay. That"s probably enough for today."
Cordy: "Yeah, well, we could do more of it, but then I"d have to ice every bone in my body. See you."
Fred: "Hey! - Kye-rumption."
Cordy: "Well - back at you."
Angel: "What did you say?"
Fred: "Kye-rumption. It"s the one nice word I remember from the Pylean hell dimension."
Angel: "What"s it mean?"
Fred: "It"s when two great heroes meet on the field of battle and recognize their mutual fate. It"s also a kind of grog made out of the ox dung but that"s archaic."
Angel: "Oh, ah, that"s interesting."
Fred: "When I see you and Cordelia sparring Kye-rumption always comes to mind."
Angel: "Me and Cordelia."
Fred: "I know. She"s such a hero, with the visions and the courage. It"s only natural that you and she would be drawn to one another. - Oh! Plastic flowers! My favorite! They never fade, you know."
Angel: "Oh, whoa, wait a minute. There"s nothing going on between me and Cordelia."
Fred: "Nothing but Moira."
Angel: "Who"s Moira?"
Fred: "Moira is the gut physical attraction between two larger than life souls."
Angel: "Ha. No, there is no attraction. Cordelia is a friend. Someone I work with. That"s all."
Fred: "See? You"re being chivalrous. Because you "re a hero, just like her. You got Kye-rumption!"
Angel: "Stop using that word!"
Wes: "What"s going on down here?"
Wes: "I believe Fred"s been through enough recently without people shouting at her."
Fred: "He didn"t mean anything by it."
Angel: "Is there something you wanted?"
Wes: "Yes. Gunn and I were hoping you could give us a hand with the Nyazian Prophecies. We need someone who can do the math."
Wes: "Who gave you all the flowers?"
Gunn: "So, how are you doing there, Fred?"
Fred: "Oh, it"s a simple equation, really. The ancient Roman calendar has fourteen hundred and sixty-four days in a four-year cycle. The Etruscan, Sumerian, and Druidian each have their own cycles. You work forward from the presumed day of the prophecy under each calendar, factoring in our own three hundred and sixty-five day calendar and accounting for a three day discrepancy for every four years and..."
"Oh. - That can"t be right. - Unless the world ended last March."
Gunn: "So, are we talking Armageddon - or bad house number? Is it a bad event - or a bad guy?"
Wes: "It"s not clear on that. It predicts the arrival or arising of the Tro-clan, the person or being that brings about the ruination of mankind."
Gunn: "So it"s a two for one. Isn"t that nice."
Wes: "And I"m not sure on the translation. Ruination may in fact mean purification."
Gunn: "Purification? So this Tro-clan is a good thing?"
Wes: "I doubt that. But it"s purification in Aramaic, ruination in ancient Greek and in the lost Ga-shundi language it means both."
Cordy: "And you don"t want to make the same mistake twice."
Fred: "What mistake?"
Wes: "There was another prophecy a while back. It seemed to be about Angel and contained the word "Shanshu" which I thought meant to die and I - sort of told Angel..."
Cordy: "...that we was going to die."
Fred: "Oh, no."
Wes: "Then I found out it also meant to live. It meant to die and to live."
Fred: "So - which is it?"
Wes: "Both. In his case it meant that some day the vampire in him might die, but the human in him might live."
Fred: "That he would be like a normal man?"
Fred: "Wow. What would we do if that happened?"
Cordy: "I"d buy him some plaid shirts and take him to the beach. The boy needs some color."
Fred: "There. That came out better. - Oh. No it didn"t. It"s still very preliminary, but - if these calculations are correct, this bad thing should already be here. Well, I-I guess not right here, but - here in LA."
"Let me run these numbers again."
Cordy: "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Angel: "Ah, no reason."
Cordy: "Okay. It"s getting creepy now."
Angel: "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 human vampire. Woman man...pire."
Cordy: "Has someone been putting vodka in your blood?"
Angel: "See? You"re funny! And I, well I get off a good one every once in a while, but you..."
Cordy: "Angel, are you trying to say you love me?"
Cordy: "I love you too."
Angel: "You do? When did this..."
Cordy: "Angel loves me. I love him."
Angel: "Oh, my god!"
Cordy: "You guys love us and we love you."
Fred, Wes and Gunn: "We love you Angel."
Cordy: "They were all saying it earlier. Just in case this prophecy comes true and we all die. - You"re not gonna wanna hug, are you?"
Cordy: "God knows we"ve been through a lot together."
Angel: "That"s really all I was trying to say, that we"ve been through so much together, you and me, as *friends.* You"ve seen the - good, - and the not so good."
Cordy: "Just like you have in me. And for the record: the good I"ve seen far outweighs the bad."
Angel: "Thanks. You, too."
Cordy: "Hey, what are friends for?"
Darla: Yeah. If you ask me, they"re for knocking you up and leaving you high and dry."
"Hello, lover. Long time no see."
Fred: "Who"s Darla?"
Gunn: "Angel"s old flame from way back."
Fred: "Not the one that died?"
Gunn: "Yeah. No, not that one. The other one that died and came back to life. She"s a vampire."
Fred: "Y"all have a chart or something?"
Gunn: "In the files. I"ll get it for you later."
Angel: "Well, when did this happen?"
Darla: "You know *exactly* when it happened."
Cordy: "Angel - did - you and Darla...?"
"This is impossible."
Darla: "Tell me about it - daddy!"
Cordy: "You slept with her?"
Angel: "Vampires can"t have children. Wesley?"
Wes: "Ah, no, he"s right. It"s not possible."
Cordy: "That"s not what I asked."
Darla: "You know we can"t. I know we can"t. But - we did."
Fred: "I wonder if this might not be that bad thing we were expecting."
Darla: "What did you do to me?"
Cordy: "Stop that!"
Angel: "It"s okay. It"s alright,Cordy. I"m okay."
Cordy: "You"ll hurt her! Haven"t you done enough? Here, sit down. You should get off your feet."
Can we get her some water?"
Angel: "Cordy that"s *Darla.* Maybe you don"t want to..."
Cordy: "Did you or did you not look me in the eye and say that you would *never* do a thing like this with her?"
Darla: "Oh, he lied? What a surprise."
Fred: "Hi. I"m Fred. Is water okay, or did you want some blood?"
Angel: "Cordy. I"m sorry - I lied. It was just - it was a very dark time."
Cordy: "Oh! You used her to make *you* feel better during *your* dark time. Well, that makes it *all* heroic."
Angel: "It wasn"t like that. It just - happened. It wasn"t like I went *evil* or anything, I just..."
Cordy: "You just went male. Have you been to a doctor?"
Darla: "No. But I have been to every shaman and seer in the Western Hemisphere."
Wes: "And what did they say?"
Darla: "They don"t know what it is. They don"t know what it means. Nothing like this has ever happened."
Angel: "Maybe it"s an hysterical pregnancy."
Darla: "You wanna feel it kick?"
Cordy: "Does it kick a lot?"
Darla: "Like crazy."
Angel: "well, now wouldn"t that be the first sign of... ...hysteria?"
Cordy: "What can we do for you?"
Darla: "Well, you can get you little gang of supernatural detectives to find out what the hell is happening to me and how to stop it."
Cordy: "Are you gonna take some responsibility here? Angel?"
Angel: "Oh, me? - Of course I am. - Wes, lets get on this right now."
Wes: "What do you suggest?"
Angel: "I suggest you use your books and find out what"s going on. What, do I have to think of everything?"
Wes: "Oh, here it is."
Wes: "It says "I have absolutely no idea what"s going on." We should talk to the host."
Lorne: "Oh, this is all wrong."
"Try it on the back wall. Far away from where folks might be eating."
Muses: "Violence abounds, violence restrain, this space a sanctuary was and shall be again."
Lorne: "That"s great girls. - Hey, Arnie, why "re you charging me twelve hundred over the estimate here?"
Arnie: "Had to run a separate two twelve to the security box. Double insulation everywhere in the building. Plus, we had a run on Kek bile and Bin-der glands. And you know what you said: "This club"s my baby. I want top drawer through out."
Angel: "Lorne! You here? - You got to help me. We got kind of a situation on our hands."
Muses: "Mmm, Angel."
Cordy: "And here we have three more of Angel"s chippies. You girls are on the pill I hope."
Angel: "What are they doing here?"
Lorne: "They"re here to help recast the sanctuary spell to prevent violence in the club. And this time I"m covering demons *and* humans. I"m opening the club again. I know I was blue for a pretty long time. If it"d gone on much longer I would have turned aquamarine. And now that the ice is broken what happened here?"
Darla: "What"s it look like?"
Cordy: "Angel boned her."
Angel: "Just once. Just the one night. Ah, just the two or three one times that one night..."
Fred: "Is Angel gonna sing?"
Wes: "I suppose he has to."
Cordy: "She"s carrying the baby!"
Darla: "Oh, Danny boy.... What the hell"s inside me?"
Lorne: "Oh, no, no, no. We"re way past singing, mes enfants. This is a brand new day here. Alright every body, that"s a wrap! We"ll finish the spell tomorrow. We got a little crisis brewing. Thanks for coming! Check"s in the mail! Get the hell out."
Muses: "Bye Angel, come see us soon. Mmm..."
Lorne: "This is way beyond my Кen - and my Barbie and *all* my action figures. If it"s alive..."
Darla: "Oh, it"s alive! And kicking!"
Lorne: "It could be anything. A child born to two vampires..."
Gunn: "Maybe it"s some kind of "ueber"- vamp."
Wes: "The Nyazian prophecies mention a Tro-clan."
Fred: "That"s supposed to be here about now."
Lorne: "Born out of darkness to bring darkness."
Angel: "Great. So, we"re saying that my child is - the scourge of mankind?"
Cordy: "You guys are upsetting her! I think she needs to lie down."
Lorne: "Yeah, of course. She can have my bedroom."
Cordy: "We can handle it."
"I think we should call a doctor."
Darla: "It"ll pass. I just have to - let it."
Cordy: "I"ll stay with her."
Lorne: "If you need anything, just holler."
Angel: "I don"t accept this. These stupid prophecies, you can always interpret them a hundred ways from Sunday. How do we even know your calculations are correct?"
Fred: "I don"t. I"m still working on them."
Gunn: "Well, we do know that Darla is pregnant with something!"
Angel: "That"s biologically impossible."
Lorne: "And mystically unfair. You"ve fought long and hard for good. If your destiny is to spawn something evil..."
Angel: "I don"t see how anything spawned by Darla and me could be good."
Wes: "You know the first prophecy that said that the vampire with a soul would be pivotal in the battle between good and evil?"
Gunn: "That Shanshu one?"
Wes: "Maybe it"s not you. Maybe your child is a pivotal figure. Maybe your destiny is simply to help bring to the world."
Angel: "Or to stop it."
Fred: "Can I say something about destiny?- Screw destiny! If this evil thing comes we"ll fight it, and we"ll keep fighting it until we whoop it. "cause destiny is just another word for inevitable and nothing"s inevitable as long as you stand up, look it in the eye, and say "your evitable!"
Well, you- you catch my drift."
Lorne: "Wow. I like her so much!"
Angel: "I wanna see these prophecies myself, and your calculations, Fred, and anything else we got on this."
Fred: "Why don"t I go back to the hotel and get everything?"
Wes: "Good idea. We put our heads together and figure out a way to fight this thing."
Angel: "How"s she doing?"
Lorne: "Well, she"s weary. The poor thing looks like she"s about eighteen months pregnant. Hope they"re not twins."
Angel: "Not her. Cordelia."
Lorne: "Oh, ah, I sense that she"s - hurt and *pissed* what with the lying and deception and ecetera. You should probably stay out of her way for a while, huh?"
Cordy: "How"re you feeling?"
Darla: "Just crazy."
Darla: "Why would anyone bring something into this world?"
Cordy: "I was pregnant once. I was out to here - overnight! Mystical thing. I didn"t go to term, but while it lasted, hooh! Talk about uncomfortable! Your back and legs hurt all the time and first you"re sick to your stomach and you can"t eat anything and then your ravenous! Are you able to eat or do you just..."
Darla: "What? Drink?"
Cordy: "Well, it"s - really none of my business, is it? - You should rest and I should I"ll just be real close by. If there is anything that you need... Anything at all..."
Darla: "I"m hungry all the time. It"s weird."
Cordy: "Sure. You"re eating for two now. It"s only natural."
Darla: "No, what"s weird is - no matter how much I feed - I can"t seem to get full."
Cordy: "Pregnant or not, you"re *going* to keep your distance."
Angel: "Get away from her!"
"You"re gonna be alright. You"re gonna be alright."
Angel: "Cordy, you"re gonna be all right. I"ll kill her for this."
Cordy: "You"re gonna have to find her first."
Angel: "She bit Cordy."
Lorne: "Oh, sweetie, are you alright?"
Angel: "No. Where is she?"
Wes: "She got away."
Gunn: "We tried to stop her by hitting her fists and feet with our faces, but..."
Angel: "We"ll take Cordy to a safe place and we"ll take care of Darla."
Angel: "Are you feeling any better?"
Cordy: "Yeah. You don"t have to stay with me."
Angel: "Gunn"s gonna be right here."
Angel: "I"m not gonna keep telling you how sorry I am. I"m gonna tell you - that she"ll never do it again."
Cordy: "It was my fault, Angel. I felt sorry for her. She looked so helpless - like a mother. - I forgot what she really was. - I"m starting to feel the pills."
Angel: "You see Darla anywhere in range..."
Gunn: "I"ll take care of it."
Cordy: "Wait! - When she bit me I had a vision. I almost forgot."
Angel: "What did you see?"
Cordy: "It was like no vision I ever had before. - She"s so hungry. - She doesn"t know how to make the hunger stop. - I think I know where she"s headed."
Wes: "I"m not speaking to you as the boss, because I know you wouldn"t listen, but you shouldn"t do this alone."
Angel: "I *have* to do this alone."
Wes: "Angel, a normal vampire is strong, and Darla wasn"t normal before this. She took down the host, Gunn, and me without even breaking stride. She"s stronger than all of us right now, including you, because of what"s in her."
Angel: "I know. I put it there."
Wes: "Why does he think he has to do everything alone?"
Fred: "I think he just can"t bear to have us see him do it."
Wes: "Kill Darla? She did try to kill Cordy - and she"s a vampire."
Fred: "Who is carrying his child. The one thing he can never have, even if he lives forever."
Boy: "Mommy? - Mommy? - Mommy?"
Darla: "What"s wrong, honey? Lost your mommy? Let"s go find her together, hm?"
Woman: "You"re a brave woman! About to have one, taking another one out to play."
Darla: "Oh. I love children. I could just - eat them up."
Gunn: "Hey, hey! It"s alright. It"s just a dream, okay? I"m right here. She can"t hurt you."
Cordy: "I have to talk to Wes."
"It was a dream, but - it was more like a vision."
Wes: "About what?"
Cordy: "About what"s inside Darla. This Tro-clan thing - the prophecies say that it will be born - or it will arise?"
Wes: "It says both. The middle English eyrizan and the Gothic urreisan, both mean to appear, to spring up."
Fred: "Angel"s not answering his phone. Should I leave a message on his voice mail?"
Cordy: "He doesn"t know how to use his voice mail. Just try his pager."
Wes: "There is also a reference to the Tro-clan being boren, which is pretty plain middle English for being born, to bear."
Gunn: "Well, we found Angel"s beeper."
Wes: "What is it, Cordy? What is the vision trying to tell you?"
Cordy: "I think they"re trying to tell me *why* Darla is craving younger victims."
Boy: "Ma"am, I don"t think my mom is back here."
Darla: "Are you sure? Did you look?"
Boy: "I don"t see anybody."
Mother: "There you are! Where have you been? How many times have I told you not to wander off!"
Darla: "You *so* want to play the good guy, don"t you? Yeah. You"re the good guy who did *this* to me."
"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!"
Angel: "I"ll stop it!"
Darla: "How could you put this in me? I *hate* you!"
"They breathe. They breathe and pound. I don"t breathe, you idiot! You can"t strangle me!"
Angel: "I"m not gonna strangle you."
Darla: "Come on! Do it! Do it!"
"Do it! Do it! Make it stop!"
Angel: "No it won"t, Darla. Darla, listen to me."
Darla: "Make it stop! Make it stop."
Angel: "The child. The child has a heartbeat. It has a soul."
Darla: "No! Not my child! No!"
Angel: "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: "No, it doesn"t."
Angel: "It does."
Darla: "It can"t."
Angel: "Yes, it does. It does."
"Here, drink this."
Darla: "Pig"s blood?"
Angel: "You need to keep yourself nourished. You"ll get used..."
"You"re not alone in this anymore. We"ll deal with this together."
Darla: "Gosh. I"m the luckiest vampire girl in the whole world. - Get away from me."
Angel: "Try and get some sleep."
Darla: "How"s Cordy? She wanna come up and visit?"
Angel: "She goes near Cordy, or Fred..."
Gunn: "I know."
Angel: "Don"t underestimate her. The woman is stronger than all of us right now."
"You"re not to go near Darla for any reason without me, Gunn, and a lot of crossbows standing between you. You understand?"
Cordy: "Oh, yeah. And if I forget I have a nice little reminder."
Angel: "That goes for you, too, Fred."
Cordy: "So, I guess you"re gonna be a father."
Angel: "Guess I am."
Cordy: "I felt it in my dream. The same thing you did - when you found her. It has a soul."
Wes: "Well, Angel has a soul. It makes sense. As much as any of this does."
"Angel, even with a soul, she could give birth to what"s spoken of in the prophecies."
Angel: "The thing that"s coming to kill and burn us all? - I know that. - I also know the child is mine."
Cordy: "Well! Another big fun day at Angel Investigations. What do you say we pour ourselves a good stiff..."
Cordy: "A good, stiff uh-oh?"
Fred: "Remember before when I said I thought that maybe, possibly, perhaps I might have been off in my earlier calculations? And you asked Wes if he thought if the Tro-clan was prophesied to arise or be born and he said it could be both? And we all know that the Latin for arrive is arripare, to come to land or possibly in this instance simply to come to, as from a deep sleep?"
Angel, Wes: "Fred!"
Fred: "Right. I believe that whatever this thing is, it"s arriving right about three, two, now."
Sahjhan: "The weight of time is heavy on the world. And all men born must die. But there are worlds unknown, where dreamers dream and sleepers sleep, and patiently await. As pledged in Caladan by Cod-she, One shall awaken in the first year of the final century. That one, who lived before and joined Cod-she in the great sleep. Arise, as was promised and foretold. Arise. - Arise!"
"Welcome to the twenty first century.
Angelus is here. You"ll see him soon. - You haven"t used your muscles in a very long time. It will be a while before you"re strong enough to..."
Holtz: "Just tell me where he is."