ANGEL: Darla?

DARLA: My boy. My darling boy.

ANGEL: Where are you?

DARLA: Better question. Where was I? I don't remember anything. It's a great big nothing. Could it be there's no hell?

ANGEL: There's a hell. A few of them. I've been to one.

DARLA: I told him no one could understand, but I was wrong wasn't I? My boy knows.

ANGEL: Yeah, I know.

DARLA: You said you'd give me everything. Do you remember that? I believed it then. I still do.

ANGEL: I'll do whatever I can.

DARLA: It's been four centuries since I've had to be afraid of anything. And now I'm sick with it.

ANGEL: I know.

DARLA: Angel...

LINDSEY: Darla. What are you doing?

DARLA: (quietly to phone) Help me!

LINDSEY: Just put down the phone.

ANGEL: Darla.

LINDSEY: Hang up the phone. It's okay.

ANGEL: Darla?

LINDSEY: It's okay. All right? Just put it down.

Guard: Mr. McDonalds, is everything okay in there?

LINDSEY: Yes, we're fine.

Guard: Mr. Manners said you might need some help with her.

LINDSEY: No. Leave.

DARLA: I have to go to him, Lindsey.

LINDSEY: Don't say that. Don't say that.

DARLA: He's the only one. He can help me.

LINDSEY: No. I can help you too.

DARLA: No. No you can't. You don't have it in you. Sorry.

Guard: Why don't we all take a walk down to Mr. Manner's office.

LINDSEY: (to guard) I can handle this, alright? Go!

GUARD: She's not leaving the building.

LINDSEY: I said go!

(struggle)

ANGEL: Darla! (gunshot) Darla!

(during the scuffle, the guard is shot)

LINDSEY: Come on. Let's go. You gotta come with me.

• Darla & Angel

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