TEXT: [PREVIOUSLY_ON] Angel re: Darla: "That's her!" Angel: "So you're what Wolfram and Hart brought back in that box - and they brought you back as human." Lindsey to Darla: "We don't want him dead - we want him dark." Wesley to Gunn: "There are forces that can make Angel revert to Angelus." Cordy: "He knows perfect happiness, he goes evil." Darla to Angel: "We were together 150 years!" Angelus spotting Dru: "The one in the middle." Darla: "She has the sight." Angelus: "She is pure innocence. We turn her into one of us." Darla to Angel: "The gypsies gave you a soul - a filthy soul! No!" Darla in the water tank: "I remember everything, Angel" Angel: "You have a soul now. Pretty soon those memories are gonna start eating away at you. Believe me, I know." Angel is sitting alone in his room sketching a portrait of Darla. Wesley hesitantly steps up to the open door behind Angel and looks in. Angel without looking up from his sketch: "What is it, Wesley?" Wesley: "It? - There is no it. - It's nothing, really. - Just popping around, seeing if everything's all right." Angel, still sketching: "Fine." Wesley: "Oh, good. Good. - You're certain?" Angel: "Uh-huh. Good night." Wesley: "Good night." Angel: "You're still here." Wesley hesitantly comes into the room: "Apparently. So, you're sure there is - nothing on your mind? - That is to say nothing you'd like to - perhaps (sees what Angel is drawing) - share?" Angel looks up at him for a moment: "No." Wesley: "Really." Angel looks up at him, then at what Wesley is looking at. The floor of the room is littered with papers, some crumpled up, others not, showing earlier attempts at drawing Darla. Darla is sitting slumped in
SUMMARY:
Angel continues to search for Darla. A series of flashbacks shows Darla life and unlife; from her first death in 1609, to her relationship with Angelus, to their breakup during the Boxer Rebellion. Her newly restored humanity weighing on her, Darla finally reaches an important decision that horrifies Angel.