Blip to Wolfram & Hart. Lilah has found a translator to examine the Nyazian scroll-bits she found. She also grabbed Wesley's notes, and passes them on to the translator. The translator starts feeling worrying that someone is competing for his office, but Lilah reassures him while I yawn. Lilah points to the scroll and says, "I've highlighted the section they seemed to be concentrating on." The translator looks up and her and asks if she really highlighted an ancient scroll. "In yellow," Lilah says defensively. The translator looks over the text (which is, indeed, highlighted, heh) and says it mentions a birth. Lilah tells him to finish the translation by morning or she'll have his family killed.
Holtz is miffed that Sahjhan didn't mention Angel's resouling. Sahjhan insists that it doesn't matter: "So he's got a soul, big whoop! So did Attila the Hun!" Point. Holtz says that Angel isn't the same now. Sahjhan counters, "His hair's a little shorter, a little spikier. He's using product. But it's the same guy." Sahjhan says that whatever moral qualms Holtz may have about Angel's soul shouldn't keep him from fulfilling his part of the bargain. Holtz finally explains that he doesn't have any problems with the situation. In fact, he's happy to know that Angel now has a soul that will suffer; he's just miffed that he didn't know all the facts. Sahjhan, pleased that Holtz isn't wussing out of the deal, apologizes. Holtz asks whether Sahjhan has been holding back any other information, and Sahjhan thinks for a moment and lies, "No, nothing I can think of." Because Holtz might care about the baby? Seems unlikely, honestly.
Cut to Darla, who's checking out the city from a convenient rooftop. Angel has magically tracked her down, and as he approaches he says, "You always did love a view." Argh! Shut up about the views! This all started with "Darla," of course, and my favorite thing about Darla's supposed fondness for views is that she's never expressed any feelings on the matter. It's always Angel saying, "Darla just looooves views." I'll bet that at some point Darla made an offhand remark admiring the view, and Angel decided that she had some incredible love for scenery, and she never had the heart to correct him, even though after two hundred years she's getting pretty tired of just nodding and saying, "Yeah, views, great, whatever." It's like the time a friend of mine decided that I hated all Chinese food because there was one evening when I wasn't in the mood for it. For years I kept having to explain that no, I just didn't want Chinese food that day. Where was I? Oh yeah: Darla says, "This world, this horrible world. Why would anyone want to bring a baby into it?" I can't believe I just typed that. Have I accidentally recorded some daytime soap? Sigh. Angel comments that she doesn't have much choice at this point. Darla starts stammering about why she doesn't want to have the baby, and Angel somehow deduces that she loves the baby. And then there's a dramatic shot of Darla admitting, "Completely." By "dramatic," I mean that her face is almost entirely in shadow, so if she somehow managed to convey some kind of revelatory emotion, we'll never know, because we can't see her expression. Darla burbles that she's never loved anything before, and Angel says she'll have it, "and then..." Darla asks, "What? We'll raise it?" Angel actually asks, "Why not?" and I'm not going to bother listing all the reasons because I'm sure you've all shouted out your own answers. Then the final level of ridiculousness is reached when Darla explains that her feelings are being generated by the baby, because it has a soul. Yeah, I know. Let's walk through this together. Darla says, "I don't have a soul. It does, and right now that soul is inside of me, but soon it won't be, and then I won't be able to love it. I won't even be able to remember that I loved it!" Darla sobs against Angel's giant chest while he helpfully suggests, "Shhhh."