As they hurry into the alley, the vampire asks how Darla knows that he won't just kill her. Darla grabs him, kisses him emphatically, and declares, "I'll take my chances." The vampire nervously mentions that he's never sired anyone before, and that he was "kinda out when it happened to [him]." Darla sighs and says, "I'll walk you through it. Drink. When you feel my heart start to slow, stop." She cocks her head, and the vampire bends to sink his teeth into her, before dissolving into dust. Angel stands behind the settling dustcloud. Darla angrily asks what he's doing. "Saving you!" Angel says, self-righteously. Darla says, "I wasn't in any danger, Angelus. Believe me. I picked a stupid one. I always pick the stupid ones, didn't you know that?" Snerk! Oh, I mean, "ouch." Nah, I meant the first one. Angel clarifies that he was saving Darla from herself. Oh, he's condescending and self-righteous. Better and better. Darla tells him to leave her alone, and starts to leave. Angel stops her and says, "You do this thing, I won't be able to leave you alone -- don't you get that? I'll never be able to leave you alone. Next time, it'll be you on the end of the stake. I'm sorry, and I don't want that. Not again." Darla snarls, "Don't worry. I wouldn't let it happen twice." She starts to walk off, and Angel asks where she's going. Darla says, "Not back in there; everyone saw me leave with the mullet." She says she'll try someplace on the west side. "Another dive, another loser?" Angel asks. He says that this isn't like her, which is a remarkable piece of self-delusion considering who and where he was when Darla first saw him. Darla gets the best line prize when she snaps, "Just because we had a 'thing' for 150 years, don't presume you know me!" Angel asks if she wants to be turned into a vampire by "some creep in some filthy alley." Darla says she wanted Angel to sire her. Angel says that won't happen. Darla says, "So I do what I have to do," and adds, "Anyway, you were made in an alley, if I recall." Angel sniffs, "That's not the point." He says that she's only been human for a few months, and that maybe she should "give it some time." Darla says she can't, and when Angel tries to argue, she says, "I'm dying." Angel is taken aback. She explains, "They showed me the medical files. All the tests say the same thing: I've got about two months left, three at the most, so if you'll excuse me, I'm in sort of a hurry."
We return to eighteenth-century France, already in progress. Angel peers out at the torch-wielding mob gathering outside. Darla says, "I can't die. Not like this." Angel suggests going to the hills in the south, but Darla says, "We'll never make it by sunrise. Not by foot." Then she gets an "I've had such a naughty idea" look. Angel gears up to go down with the...barn...and says, "Between the two of us, we can go out with a reputation." He starts to say something about death "with the right companion," and then Darla bonks him over the head with something. Possibly a shovel. "I can't stand that accent of yours anymore!" she screams. Although if you're not listening as closely as I am, it might sound more like, "I hope you get out of this, Angelus." She hops onto the horse, which is still saddled and bridled. I'd expect a country boy like Angel to know that you really ought to take the tack off if you want to give your horse a rest. Darla adds, "And give up on the hair, please." Which, again, to the untrained ear, might sound like, "If you do, maybe we'll meet again in Vienna." She gallops away safely, leaving Angel in the burning barn. I guess the idea of surrounding a building to prevent escapes wasn't invented until the nineteenth century. Blipvert.