(1609, the Virginia Colony.)

DARLA: Someone close the shutters. Seems wrong that I should die while the sun is still so bright.

MASTER: (disguised as a hooded priest) You'll not see it again. Before it sets, you will have left this life.

DARLA: I didn't ask for a priest. Who invited him here?

MASTER: You did. You cried out for me last night in your delirium.

DARLA: I don't remember. Do you even *know* what I am?

MASTER: A woman of some property. No husband, no inheritance. Yes. I know what you are.

DARLA: I'm a whore.

MASTER: Well, yes, that too. You should have asked for a priest long ago, child. Your life may have been the better for it.

DARLA: And you should have paid me a visit before today, father. Your life may have been more interesting because of it.

MASTER: Are you prepared now to renounce Satan and beg God his forgiveness?

DARLA: God never did anything for me.

MASTER: (to the others) Leave us. You can't save her life. Perhaps I can still save her soul. (they do)

DARLA: My soul is well past saving. Let the devil take me if he'll have me. Either way, I die.

MASTER: No (raises hood) you will not die. You will be reborn.

DARLA: I know you.

MASTER: I came to you last night. I sang to you from that window.

DARLA: Hmm, I remember now. You're death?

MASTER: No.

DARLA: What then?

MASTER: I'm your savior. God never did anything for you. But I will.

(vamps her)

• 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