(France 1765, night. Angelus and Darla enter a barn on one horse.)

ANGELUS: This is outrageous! Don't these people know who we are?

DARLA: I think they do. Which would explain the lynch mob. Look, we should all rest. It'll be dawn in a few hours and she won't last another mile, not carrying us both.

ANGELUS: Right. I hate the French. We should go some place like Romania.

DARLA: In Italy you said we should go some place like France.

ANGELUS: At least in Romania they really know how to treat a creature of the night.

DARLA: You were craving rich food, that's what you said, something - French.

ANGELUS: The valley seems quiet.

DARLA: I told you we lost them back in Arles. I'm sure of it.

ANGELUS: This man, Holtz, how does he keep finding us?

DARLA: Well, we stay in the best hotels, order room service, eat the waiters - people talk.

ANGELUS: Holtz is no mere mortal, I'll tell you that.

DARLA: Of course he is. He's just a man, a vampire hunter.

ANGELUS: Yeah. Good enough to have driven us into a stinking barn like animals.

DARLA: (with a smile) All right then, let's *be* animals, at least for tonight. Unless, of course, you're too tired.

ANGELUS: Shouldn't we be keeping watch?

DARLA: I can see the window, and we'll hear hoof beats should anyone approach.

ANGELUS: (smiling) You always make the best of it, don't you?

DARLA: Come now, you have to admit that the chase can be exhilarating , especially with the proper companion.

(Angelus leans down to kiss her and a flaming stake whizzes by where his head was moments before.)

ANGELUS: Bastards!

• Darla & Angel
• historical flash backs
• Holtz
• the life & times of Angelus

written by: Tim Minear & Douglas Petrie; edited, formatted for this site and checked against source by macha.. Full transcript at:
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