LORNE: Oh, this is all wrong.

(The camera pulls back and we see that he is looking at two people holding up a modern painting.)

LORNE: 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.

CORDELIA: And here we have three more of Angel's chippies. You girls are on the pill I hope.

MUSES: Mmm.

ANGEL: (privately to Lorne) 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. (Lorne is the only one laughing) And now that the ice is broken (turns to Darla) what happened here?

DARLA: What's it look like?

CORDELIA: 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?

GUNN: Oh!

WESLEY: I suppose he has to.

CORDELIA: She's carrying the baby!

DARLA: (singing) 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. (To the club at large) Alright every body, that's a wrap! (People and demons start filing out) 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: (speaking in turn) Bye Angel, come see us soon. Mmm...

CORDELIA: Men!

LORNE: This is way beyond my ken - 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.

WESLEY: 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?

CORDELIA: You guys are upsetting her! (To Lorne) I think she needs to lie down.

LORNE: Yeah, of course. She can have my bedroom.

CORDELIA: (to Angel, when he goes to help) We can handle it.

(Cordy and Lorne lead Darla into Lorne's bedroom.)

CORDELIA: I think we should call a doctor.

DARLA: It'll pass. I just have to - let it.

CORDELIA: I'll stay with her.

LORNE: If you need anything, just holler.

CORDELIA: Okay.

(Lorne leaves the room.)

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.

WESLEY: 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?

WESLEY: 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?

WESLEY: Good idea. We put our heads together and figure out a way to fight this thing.

ANGEL: (to Lorne) 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?

• Cordelia & Angel
• Darla & Angel
• Darla's Pregnancy
• Funnies
• The Shanshu prophecy/scroll of Aberjian

written by: David Greenwalt; Original transcript anonymous. Edited and formatted for this site by me.. Full transcript at:
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