Angel, Season 2

[Darla is standing in front of an elder of the gypsies.]

Darla:
You took him from me! You stole him away! You gave him a soul!

Gypsy Man:
He must suffer, as all his victims have suffered.

Darla:
That is no justice! Whatever pain he caused to your daughter was momentary, over in an instant... or an hour. But what you've done to him will force him to suffer for the rest of eternity! Remove that filthy soul so my boy might return to me!

Dru:
Angelus is gone on away. Where is he?

Darla:
[grabs a hold of the Gypsy's neck] Drusilla, the camp - go on - kill things!

Dru:
He shall be very cross if he finds we had a lovely mass slaughter without him.

Darla:
[closes her eyes for a moment] He'll join us soon. Now do as you're told.

Dru:
[licks one of her fingers and nods] Okay.

[Walks off.]

Darla:
In that wagon is your family. Your wife and daughters will die tonight without my protection. [Strokes the man's cheek] But if you'll do as I say, your family can live.

[Spike, in vamp face, blood on his chin, steps out of the wagon and burps. Darla looks at him.]

Spike:
What?

[Darla closes her eyes, turns back to the gypsy and snaps his neck.]

Dru:
[swaying by the fire] Pretty music, pretty, pretty music. [Spike comes up to her and she pulls him into her dance] They cry out for mercy. They cry out for mercy.

Darla:
Show none.