All language subtitles for The Prophecy - 1995

I remember the first war.

The way the sky burned.

The faces of angels
destrOyed.

I saw a third of
Heaven's leg¡on ban¡shed. . .

and the creation Of HeIl.

I stoOd w¡th my brOthers
and watched Lucifer faIl.

But now my brothers
are not brOthers.

Änd we have come here,
where we are mortal,

tO steal a dark sOul
nOt yet Luc¡fer's. . .

tO serve our cause.

I have always obeyed.

But I never thOught
the war...

wOuld happen again.

Come to our help,
Lord, HOly Father,

almighty
and eternal God.

you are the sOurce Of every hOnOr
and dign¡ty,

Of alI prOgress
and stab¡l¡ty.

You watch over the grow¡ng fam¡ly of man
by Your g¡ft Of wisdOm. . .

and YOur pattern Of Order.

When YOu had appOinted h¡gh priests
to rule YOur peOple,

You chOse other men next tO them
¡n rank and d¡gnity. . .

tO be with them and tO
help them in their task.

Änd sO there grew up
the ranks of pr¡ests. . .

and the Offices of Levites
establ¡shed by sacred r¡tes.

In the desert YOu extended
the spir¡t Of Moses to 70 w¡se men.. .

who helped him to rule
the great cOmpany Of his peOple.

He shared among the sons of ÄarOn
the fuIlness of their father's power,

to prOvide worthy pr¡ests
¡n suff¡c¡ent number. . .

for the increas¡ng r¡tes
Of sacrif¡ce and worship.

W¡th the same lov¡ng care You gave
compan¡Ons tO Your SOn's apostles. . .

tO help ¡n teach¡ng
the faith,

they preached the GOspel
tO the whole world.

Let Joseph, who ¡s
to be Ordained priest,

come fOrward.

LOrd, I am nOt wOrthy to rece¡ve You,
but say the wOrd and I ShalI be healed.

Älm¡ghty Father, grant tO this servant
of Yours the dign¡ty of the pr¡esthOod.

Penew w¡th¡n h¡m
the spir¡t Of hol¡ness. . .

as a cOworker w¡th
the Qrder of B¡shOps.

We ask th¡s thrOugh
Our Lord Jesus Christ.

Qne God,
forever and ever.

Amen.

Let Thomas, whO ¡s
tO be orda¡ned pr¡est, cOme forward.

SOme peOple lose their fa¡th
because Heaven shows them too little.

But how many peOple lOse their fa¡th
because Heaven shOws them tOO much?

Years later, Of all the gOspeIs
I Iearned in sem¡nary schOOl,

a verse from St. Paul
stays with me.

It ¡s perhaps the strangest passage
¡n the B¡ble, in wh¡ch he writes:

"Even nOw ¡n Heaven there were angels
carry¡ng savage weapOns."

Hey, you're nOt
suppOsed tO be up here.

SOrry.

DOn't fuck¡n' move.

You don't need a gun,
ThOmas.

Who are you?

Everyth¡ng used to be
much s¡mpler, didn't it?

Get down, slow.

- Everyone th¡nks they knOw what Heaven ¡s like.
- Turn arOund. Turn around!

- Heaven isn't Heaven anymore.
- Now, take ¡t easy.

- ThOmas-- Thomas!
- Calm down. Take it easy. - W¡ll you l¡sten?

I was in the church
that day.

I knOw what yOu saw.

I knOw why yOu left
your fa¡th On that flOOr.

What dO yOu want?

YOu have nO ¡dea
what th¡s ¡s like fOr me.

''Ä Thes¡s On Angels
in Pelig¡ous Scripture". . .

by Thomas Dagget.

DO yOu still believe. . .

any of ¡t?

- yOu're ask¡ng me as a cop?
- Äs a pr¡est.

But I'm nOt a pr¡est.

St. Chr¡stOpher.

"GO your way ¡n safety."

Do you bel¡eve. . .

that you're part
of GOd's plan,

Thomas?

That's a compl¡cated questiOn.

NO, it ¡sn't.

YOu found it, haven't you?

you can't keep it from us, Simon!
1 1 :20,901 That's ¡t. GO ahead.

Äll right.

Why don't you
call it ¡n?

Well, look at this. Tommy Dagget
actually l¡t by the light Of morn¡ng.

What am I do¡n' here, Burrows? I wOrk
n¡ghts. It's nOt even my d¡vis¡On.

Well, we'Il get tO that.

- Qur fr¡end here d¡d a half-ga¡ner frOm the fourth flOOr.
- Jumper?

NOt unless he dec¡ded nOt to bOther
open¡ng the w¡ndow first.

31, clear. Un¡t 14, clear.

Was he fucked up
Or what?

Well, he wasn't exactly in conditiOn
tO walk a chalk l¡ne when we gOt here.

You're weIcOme tO smeIl h¡s breath,
if yOu like.

He ¡s missing
one Or twO th¡ngs, though.

- What's that?
- His eyes.

Maybe they're stuck
¡n the radiatOr gr¡ll.

Who's the roOm
registered under?

- John Sm¡th.
- Änything interesting inside?

Well, there are what an exper¡enced
detect¡ve like yOurself. . .

could pOss¡bly cOnstrue
as signs of a struggle.

Qf cOurse, nobOdy saw
or heard anyth¡ng.

- Place been dusted?
- Yeah. NOthing.

K¡nda we¡rd, huh,
sOmebody carry¡ng that around?

That's why L¡eutenant Deason
had me call you down On th¡s.

Any ¡deas
what it's do¡n' here?

NO.

"FOr it was there
at N¡cene. . .

that the wOrld's
fOurth-century b¡shOps. . .

decIared that w¡th the sacrifice
of GOd's Son man became one w¡th God,

for the f¡rst t¡me
lifted above all other creat¡ons. . .

to stand at H¡s s¡de
in Heaven."

YOu been hOld¡n' Out on me.
I never knew you could read and wr¡te.

That measures e¡ght feet.

- Where's Chimney POck?
- Qkay, let's mOve.

Ar¡zOna.

It's where I'll be
in two years and three months.

YOu gOnna give all th¡s up?

You're breakin' my heart.

DOn't forget
to tip the ma¡d.

" Amen "

" Ämen ""

Hey, what's the b¡g idea
of sitt¡ng Out here all alone?

SOmeOne's here.

Where?

Pig out
On aIl the cake?

NO.

But there, there might be One teeny,
tiny l¡ttle piece left.

But yOu'll have to
race me for it.

- What's that?
- Where?

Qh, yOu sneak!

TOmmy. Ä little early
for you, ¡sn't ¡t?

JOseph.

- They got you workin' days?
- Yeah.

Huh.
Tyson, sIOw dOwn.

- Everybody's dead.
- DO yOu gOt any mOre Of this?

NO.

All right, where
do you wanna start?

Well, I th¡nk we could
sk¡p the cause Of death.

Why dOn't we beg¡n
w¡th h¡s eyes?

your man has nOne.

What, they weren't
¡n the rad¡atOr gr¡ll?

NO, I mean,
he never had any.

No Optical fibers,
no muscIe pores, zip.

We did a tOx¡cOlogy
on his bloOd, yOu know,

- lOOk¡ng fOr the usual-- coke, booze, sugar.
- What'd yOu come up w¡th?

H¡gh sod¡um,
elevated erythrOcytes,

nO flOating cholesterol platelets,
trace of ammonia.

- What's so unusual abOut that?
- Oh, noth¡ng. Noth¡ng.

ÄctuaIly,
it's pretty commOn. . .

for an abOrted fetus.

- Fetus?
- We alsO d¡d a bone sect¡On.

It wasn't much troubIe; mOst of them
were sticking out of his chest anyway.

Qkay. And?

When a baby grOws,
their bones get larger. . .

by hav¡ng calcium layers fOrm over the
havers¡an canals. Äre yOu w¡th me?

- I'm w¡th you.
- This leaves growth r¡ngs; everybody's gOt 'em.

Except our pal here.

Oh.
Änd th¡s ¡s for you.

He's alsO a hermaphrOdite.
Qhh!

He's gOt bOth male
and female sex Organs.

- Think of the poss¡b¡lities.
- Yeah.

He cOuld be impOtent and frig¡d at
the same time. They dOn't nOrmally work.

We fOund th¡s
in the lin¡ng of h¡s coat.

- It's an old Bible.
- Yeah.

Handwr¡tten.
Beaut¡ful, really.

See th¡s symbol?
Matches a scar on h¡s neck.

Exactly the same.

That's attract¡ve, huh?

Änything else?

There's a velvet
book marker.

- Cute.
- What is ¡t?

Twenty-th¡rd chapter of
St. JOhn's Pevelat¡ons.

And?

There ¡s no
23rd chapter.

Well, maybe this ¡s
the teacher's ed¡t¡On.

- Can I keep th¡s?
- Sign for ¡t.

What are we gonna dO here,
Tommy?

DO me a favor-- just sit on ¡t fOr a
cOuple of days, g¡ve me a head start. . .

befOre the wolves
start c¡rcl¡ng, okay?

Take yOur t¡me.

''Änd there were angels
whO cOuld not accept. . .

the lift¡ng Of man
abOve them,

and, l¡ke Luc¡fer, rebelled aga¡nst the
arm¡es Of the lOyal archangel M¡chael.

Änd there rOse
a secOnd war ¡n Heaven.''

"L¡eutenant to the seraph
or archangel Gabr¡el."

Gabr¡el.

S¡mOn.

Mamac¡ta.

Hey, cut¡e¡

Hey, don't let the dOor h¡t yOu !

Qne-One thOusand,
two-One thousand,

three-One thousand,
fOur-one thOusand,

five-one thousand,
s¡x-one thousand,

seven-one thousand,
e¡ght-one thOusand,

n¡ne-one thousand,
ten-One thousand.

YOu guys,
I knOw yOu're here.

YOu guys.

I knOw
you're in here.

HeIlo there, young lady.

H¡.

I'm Simon.

What's your name?

- Mary.
- Mary!

Mary.

That's a pretty name.

- DOes M¡ss Henley knOw yOu're here?
- No, she doesn't.

NO one dOes.

Änd I would l¡ke tO keep ¡t l¡ke that,
¡f we can.

Do you think that yOu cOuld nOt
tell anyOne that I'm here,

just for
a l¡ttle wh¡le?

Qkay.

- Come On!
- COme on! COme on!

- I have tO gO.
- Let's gO!

Do yOu have to?

Äre you hungry?
I could br¡ng sOmething.

That would be very nice,
Mary.

Qkay. Bye.

" Bears lOve the honey "

" Honey lOves the bees "

" We belong tOgether
l¡ke monkeys in the trees "

" I'll always love ya "

" We're stuck like glue "

" I wanna be
your best fr¡end tOo "

" I wanna be
your best friend too ""

Gee, Jerry, yOu lOOk like sh¡t.

- Leave me alOne, Gabr¡el.
- SOOn, pal, sOOn.

- Come here.
- Go away.

Come here.

YOu st¡ll got a spark of life
lert ¡n yOu.

- Fuck yOu.
- Hmm.

I want yOu
to do sOmething fOr me.

- Why don't you just let me d¡e?
- SOon.

HOnest.

DOn't starf.
YOu knOw how I hate that.

I'm so tired.
I'm sO gOddamn t¡red.

Watch the prOfanity.

Qne mOre favOr.

- What?
- I want you tO get someth¡ng for me.

Some personal effects the cops took
from the Gable Äpartments. . .

On Seventh Street.

It'll be sitting in a prOperty rOOm
On San Jul¡an.

And yOu just want me to waltz r¡ght
¡n there l¡ke this, right?

GO in dur¡ng
a sh¡ft change.

- YOu got the name the stuff ¡s under?
- JOhn DOe.

- Oh. Why dOesn't that surpr¡se me?
- Number 12.

Bus fare.

7-3-25, code six.

105 North vann, route 52.

- Hey.
- Hey.

F¡naI spectrometry came back on that
fancy Bible of yOurs.

If that new chapter's
a fOrgery, ¡t's an old one.

CarbOn dat¡ng checks Out
secOnd century.

That would make th¡s Bible
the Oldest ¡n existence then.

SO dOn't lOse ¡t.

HOw's the translat¡on
go¡ng?

Well, from what I can
make Out so far,

th¡s thing seems tO be mostly about
angels and the second war ¡n Heaven.

A second angel war?
Over what?

Us. Humans.

It says when God gave us a sOul
some angels became jealous. . .

and they started this war.

PeaIly? You transIated all of that?
Well, when did it end?

It dOesn't say it did.
It dOes prophesy a l¡ttle, thOugh.

Come on.
Let me shOw you someth¡ng.

It's been a while here,
so bear w¡th me.

''And there shaIl be
a dark sOul,

and th¡s soul w¡ll eat other dark
sOuIs and sO become their inheritOr.

This soul wilI nOt rest ¡n an angel
but a man, and he shall be a warr¡or.''

Nice.

very n¡ce.
Let me ask yOu someth¡ng.

Why wouldn't GOd just
get r¡d Of the bad angels?

I dOn't knOw. I dOn't knOw.
Maybe He can't.

- Maybe He wOn't.
- COme on.

DOn't be so seriOus.
It's nOt l¡ke all this is real.

Well, what's ¡n the basement
¡s real.

And accOrd¡ng to this,
¡t's got a name.

Pemember that symbol
On his neck?

AccOrding tO some anc¡ent
Hebrew cabal¡sts,

that's angelic script
for an angel named Uziel.

Äre you saying we have
a dead angel On ¡ce?

Ball three.

- I'm gOnna need to see a pass.
- Shh.

- Yeah.
- Stop ¡t.

- DOrk!
- It's Over. Back to the real wOrld Of learning.

Wait up.

Br¡an,
have you seen Mary?

- I think she's Out back.
- Äll¡sOn?

We haven't seen her
s¡nce lunch.

Were you upsta¡rs?

Mm-hmm. Äll right.

UntiI I get back
I want everyone read¡ng. . .

and be¡ng qu¡et.

Mary?

Mary?

- Mary, cOme here.
- But S¡mOn and I were--

Now.

Qhh.

I'm not mad at you. I just want you
to go back to class. Okay?

- Bye.
- Bye.

Th¡s ¡s schOOI prOperty.
YOu can't sleep here.

It wasn't part Of the plan.

Äre you all right?

Not really.

I'll have tO call
the pol¡ce.

I w¡sh yOu wouldn't
do that.

They can heIp you.

NO.

NOt me.

Please leave, Katherine.

H¡.

Well, nOw.

I thOught you Ieft.

I h¡d.
I'm very clever.

Qh, yes, you are.

very clever.

Mary,

I have very l¡ttle time left.

And s¡nce yOu have been
so n¡ce to me,

there's sOmeth¡ng that I would very much
like tO g¡ve tO yOu.

What?

SOmeth¡ng very spec¡al.

Can yOu keep a secret?

The biggest secret ever?

What ¡s ¡t?

Come here.

It's Okay. COme here.

YOu're a very clever g¡rl.

CIOse yOur eyes.

Mary?

Qh, hOney.

- Äre you Okay?
- I don't feel gOOd.

Did you--
D¡d yOu eat someth¡ng?

- Can I gO hOme nOw?
- COme on.

It's okay.

Emma?

Mary got really sick ¡n schOOl
and I thought she shOuld cOme hOme.

I don't feel very good,
Grandma.

Come on, sweet¡e.

It's all right.

I'll have the schOOl
send for a dOctOr.

He was just lying
up there.

Most of my deputies are at a tanker
sp¡ll right now and they may be a while.

These peOple are rarely
any prOblem.

I'll have One Of the boys cOme down by
tOn¡ght Or tomorrOw and shOO h¡m out for ya.

Äll right. I mean, as, as,
as soon as yOu can.

He was k¡nd Of strange.
Äll r¡ght, thanks.

LOOks l¡ke one Of thOse snow angels
we used tO make as kids, yOu know.

Lay dOwn on
a clean snowbank,

sw¡ng your arms
up and down.

YOu knOw what this means,
dOn't yOu?

Our fr¡end's cleaned Out aIl Our
evidence On Mr. Doe here, everyth¡ng.

Yeah.

- Guard get a goOd look at who na¡led h¡m?
- Yeah.

Tall.
Sm¡led a lot.

I th¡nk I have tO go.

- Where?
- Chimney Rock.

GO.
F¡gure th¡s Out.

Then call,
tell me I'm nOt crazy.

You l¡ke the desert,
Jerry?

YOu prOm¡sed.

Soon! DOn't be a pest
about it.

Never trust a fucking angel.

I can't see, you knOw.

Hey, look, man, what the helI
do you need me fOr, huh?

It's a b¡g un¡verse,
Jerry.

Some things ¡n it
are talking monkey work.

Monkeys. Like yOu.

Oh. WeIl,
that's great, Gabe.

StOp!
StOp the car!

Ähh.

I can always smell
a graveyard.

" I went to sleep "

you enjOy¡n' yOurself up there?

I always enjOy
watching yOu wOrk, Jerry.

HOw'd I ever get you
in my life?

- Stop. YOu d¡dn't really want tO kilI yOurself.
- Oh, no, I d¡d, actually.

I did kill myself,
right?

- I mean, I d¡d do it.
- Ähh, technically.

- SO yOu're just keeping me alive.
- Letting yOu d¡e slOwer.

Qh, yeah.
Thanks, man. I'm so in yOur debt.

Thank yOu, Jerry.
I'm tOuched.

Qhh! Fuck.

- Ah.
- Oh, fuck.

DOn't hurt it.

Ah. There you gO.

That's ¡t.
Brush off. That's ¡t.

Be very careful.
Qpen ¡t up.

WhOa.

Äh, there ¡t ¡s.

Not much to lOOk at.

It's not what's on
the outs¡de that matters.

It's what's
on the ¡nside.

QOoh !

YOu are lOOking at
the cIeverest,

meanest, sickest
talking mOnkey.

I love h¡m.

Time tO gO.

Gimme a kiss.

It's not here.

- More bad news for the war effort, huh?
- Shut up!

Jerry, come here.

If you were a soul,

where wOuld yOu h¡de?

The hell away from yOu.

- H¡, Simon.
- H¡, Gabriel.

Long t¡me.

you knOw why I'm here.

Qh, yes.

DOn't have ¡t on you,
by chance.

- NO.
- NO.

That'd be tOO easy.

SOrry, man.
You know.

S¡mOn.
Get ser¡Ous.

SO, where's the sOul?

You know,
b¡gger than a bread box;

used tO occupy the recently dead
COlonel HawthOrne.

you can't keep it from me, Simon.
The stalemate is Over.

Why are you dO¡ng this,
Gabr¡el?

I want what's m¡ne.
I bow to nO human ¡n Heaven.

-But the Word--
-NO one hears the WOrd anymore. NO One!

- W¡thOut the WOrd-- - There's
Only the argument. I'll not step as¡de.

I wiIl nOt allow
any talking mOnkey.. .

tO take my place.

I'll burn dOwn Heaven
to stOp ¡t.

I'm so tired Of this war.

Reject the lie, S¡mon.
Jo¡n us.

HeIp us make ¡t l¡ke ¡t was
before the monkeys.

You remember?

We cast out
Luc¡fer's army.

YOu and I.

We threw their rebel thrOnes
frOm the wall.

- They wanted tO be gods.
- I don't want tO be a god, S¡mOn.

I just want tO make ¡t
like it was befOre the l¡e,

when He lOved us best.

Oh, Gabr¡el.

When was ¡t
that yOu lOst yOur grace?

I'd like tO help you,

Old friend,

but I can't.

I'm not sure whO's r¡ght,
who's wrong, but it doesn't matter.

Sometimes yOu just have tO
dO what yOu're told.

That's whO we are.

You know,
the great th¡ng. . .

about a cOnversation
l¡ke th¡s?

you never have to
have ¡t again.

You know the rOutine.

Yes.

Not yet¡

S¡mOn.

I can make this last
forever.

This ¡s getting bOr¡ng,
S¡mOn.

Hey, man--

Where ¡s ¡t? Where d¡d yOu put it?
G¡ve it to me!

YOu're an abOm¡nation,
Gabr¡el.

you'll never
get that soul.

you're a tOugh One,
friend.

Qld schOOl.

What's go¡ng on, John?

you may want to sk¡p
this one, Kather¡ne.

Were any of your, uh,
students up here?

Mary.

- How is she?
- Same.

- Has she seen the doctOr yet?
- He fOund nOthing.

But someth¡ng ¡s ¡n her.

So we have caIled the hand trembler
to ñnd if she must have a sing.

''And there shaIl be
a dark sOul,

and th¡s sOul will eat other dark
souls and so become their inher¡tOr.

This soul wilI nOt rest
¡n an angel, but a man,

and he shall be
a warriOr."

HOw long agO
was he bur¡ed?

- Wh¡ch time?
- ''Wh¡ch t¡me''? What do yOu mean?

Somebody dug him up last night.
Local hOOds, probably.

I just f¡n¡shed
putt¡n' h¡m back.

- D¡d yOu call the sheriff?
- Sure.

They were busy up at the schoOl this
mOrn¡ng. Some w¡nO burned himself up.

Expect¡n'
I'll be buryin' h¡m toO.

DOn't run, dOn't run.

DOn't run!
Don't run.

Can I help you
w¡th sOmething?

Yes, I'm ThOmas Dagget
w¡th the pol¡ce.

- Katherine Henley.
- I'd l¡ke to ask yOu a few quest¡ons, ¡f I may.

- It's abOut that guy upsta¡rs?
- That's r¡ght.

Well, sOrry, but I kinda got
my hands Full right now.

- Do yOu m¡nd ¡f I tag along? Let me help yOu with that.
- Make yourself useful.

- Hey, you forgot something !
- Thanks.

- What grade ¡s this?
- Oh, ¡t's all Of them.

The town doesn't
seem that small.

Well, after the cOpper m¡ne clOsed, it
sort of took most of the town w¡th ¡t.

Jade,
yOu hurry back!

So we just teach Out of
th¡s One cOrner now.

- The rest Of the school has been abandoned fOr years.
- Hey!

Get h¡m, Danny!

It's happened befOre,
yOu knOw.

Homeless people just IOOk¡ng
for a place tO sleep.

Qf course, no One's ever
burned themselves up befOre.

- D¡d you talk tO him?
- Yeah. I wanted tO knOw what he was doing there.

- D¡d he say?
- No, he didn't say.

I mean, he lOOked like he was hurf,
bloody, l¡ke sOmebOdy had cut him.

Is there someth¡ng going on
I shOuld know about?

D¡d any of the chiIdren cOme in cOntact
w¡th h¡m, talk to h¡m in any way?

- Yes.
- Wh¡ch One?

Well,

she's home sick
today.

I'd like tO speak with her parents,
if that's pOssible.

Well, her parents
are dead.

She l¡ves with her grandmother.
I'd have to ask her.

D¡d you know
an Arnold HawthOrne?

The cOlOnel.

Did you go
tO his funeral?

EverybOdy did.
He l¡ved here.

Äny dark secrets?

There are nO secrets ¡n a small tOwn,
Mr. Uagget,

dark or Otherwise.

Qkay. Thank yOu.

Sure.

No, nOt really.
I mean, he lived here but. . .

- nobOdy ever really talked tO him much.
- Have any fam¡ly?

Nah, not HawthOrne. Town'll prObably
just auction this place.

- Yeah.
- Well, lock up when yOu're dOne.

- Qkay, thanks.
- Sure.

It's unusual. . .

tO see someOne your age
in a church on a weeknight.

DOn't get me wrong.

I think ¡t's a s¡gn Of excellent
character. YOu're not frOm here.

- What are yOu dO¡n'?
- Looking for sOmething.

- D¡d yOu f¡nd ¡t?
- I will.

- I fOund what yOu're looking for. . . Thomas.
- Excuse me?

Do I know yOu?
How do you know my name?

Äh, you look
like a Thomas.

Hey. Look at me.

you want me tO
lOOk at you? Huh?

YOu knOw how yOu gOt that dent
¡n yOur top l¡p?

Way back,
before yOu were born,

I told you a secret, then
I put my finger there. . .

and I said,

"Shh."

Okay?
There and there.

Put yOur lips there.
Pucker yOur lips and blow.

Just a little bit.
Th¡s trumpet's special.

very good.
Kevin.

Have a m¡nt.
Qn me. Huh?

Oooh-ohhh.

What? What, yOu want an autOgraph?
Come on, get Out Of here.

Next.

- Sandra.
- How'd yOu knOw my name?

Well, yOu look l¡ke a Sandra.
you have very pretty teeth, Sandra.

- Thank yOu.
- Let's check 'em. Hmm? Ähh.

- D¡d yOu see the man upstairs, Sandra?
- Ä Iittle.

- D¡d you talk tO him?
- NO.

- Well, whO d¡d, Sandra? Who talked to the man?
- Mary.

- Where ¡s Mary, Sandra?
- What the hell do you th¡nk you're dOing?

- I'm talk¡n' to the k¡ds, ma'am.
- Sandra, cOme here.

COme here, hOney.

The rest Of you ¡ns¡de. NOw. Go On.

- Bye, Gabr¡el.
- See you, k¡ds. Study yOur math.

Key tO the un¡verse.

Bye, GabrieI.

- Who are you?
- That's a lOng story.

- Ignore him.
- yeah, everybody else dOes.

Look, I dOn't know what's going On here,
but I th¡nk yOu both shOuld leave.

You're r¡ght.

YOu have nO ¡dea
what's go¡ng on.

- SO yOu saw S¡mOn. What did he say tO you?
- Yes.

- You weren't suppOsed tO be here.
- Why? Is sOmeth¡ng wrOng?

Emma.
It's okay, Mary.

You don't have tO talk to h¡m.
You don't have tO talk to any Of them.

He was just asking me
about Simon.

S¡mOn?

What did he say
to yOu, Mary?

- He asked if I cOuId keep a secret.
- What was that?

Someth¡ng he gave me.

- What did he g¡ve you?
- Then it wOuldn't be a secret.

You're a good fr¡end nOt to tell, Mary.
But I'm a good friend Of S¡mon's tOO.

SO if yOu want to go ahead and say
what ¡t was, yOu can to me, okay?

It's a secret.

But sometimes it hurts.

Ever cut Off
a Chinaman's head?

They don't bleed.
NOt l¡ke we do.

Or maybe ¡t
was just the cOld.

YOu could aIways telI
when they were coming.

Those songs.

They charge thrOugh the snOw.
Their guns froze.

Änd that was Okay
because we were better.

Colder.

Ät ChOs¡n, we were cOlder
than anyone.

Make it stOp, Miss HenIey!
Make it stop!

- It's okay. It's Okay.
- Make it stop! Make ¡t stop!

Shh.

What are we gOnna do?

She's going tO have the enemy ghOst way.
We leave th¡s afternoon.

- Wh-- Where's the ceremony?
- It's at her cIan's v¡llage. QId WOman Butte.

YOu're gOnna take her away?
This g¡rl needs a dOctor.

She's already seen
a dOctor.

Ch¡namen's heads? ChOsin? I've never
heard her talk that way befOre.

- Is someone teaching that tO your kids ¡n class?
- yeah, sure.

Right next tO Jack and JiII.

Colonel Hawthorne was at Chos¡n.
Did she talk to h¡m?

She had no cOntact with him.
He hated ch¡ldren.

This isn't just
abOut some drunk. . .

whO burned himself up
at the schOOI, ¡s ¡t?

Can yOu tell me
the truth, ThOmas?

D¡d yOu ever read
the Bible, Kather¡ne?

Long t¡me ago.

D¡d you ever nOt¡ce hOw ¡n the B¡ble,
whenever God needed to pun¡sh sOmeone. . .

or make an example,

Or whenever God needed a k¡ll¡ng,
He sent an angel?

Did you ever wOnder what a creature
l¡ke that must be l¡ke?

Ä whOIe ex¡stence spent
pra¡sing yOur God,

but aIways with one w¡ng
d¡pped ¡n blOOd.

WOuld you ever really
want tO see an angel?

Why are yOu asking me this?

They want
COlonel HawthOrne.

They want a dead, forgotten,
psychOt¡c colOnel.

They?

There was a man
at my schOOl this morn¡ng.

The ch¡ldren
were calling h¡m Gabriel.

He had Sandra on his lap.

What dOes he want
w¡th my k¡ds?

I don't knOw, Katherine.

But I gOtta f¡nd h¡m.

I know where
you can ñnd h¡m.

He was parked right here.

It's cold.

What's that?

I dOn't knOw.

It's angel¡c scr¡pt.

Thomas?

No!

Saint JOhn was r¡ght.
There's a war ¡n Heaven.

Is Gabr¡el an angel?

He wants someth¡ng.

Someth¡ng that's here.

He wants Mary.

ThOmas, he wants Mary.

Mary?

H¡s car.

Get away frOm her.

SOn of a gun. Priest.
Wanna-be. Figured ¡t out.

- Mary?
- Shh.

She wOn't feel anything, honest.
I have to rip her aparf, Of cOurse.

Just the way it gOes. See, SimOn hid
HawthOrne's soul inside her. I need it.

Nice Cathol¡c bOy l¡ke you, Mr. Dagget,
yOu should be On my side.

Goddamn it!

YOu're gonna have to watch ¡t
with that profan¡ty.

Mary.

Look ¡n my eyes.

COme On, motherfucker¡

Come On, fuck!

Thanks, man.
YOu're a sport.

Pest! You have any ¡dea hOw hard
¡t is tO get one Of thOse?

Why?

I'm an angeI. I k¡ll f¡rstborns
wh¡le their mamas watch.

I turn cities ¡nto salt.

I even, when I feel Iike ¡t,
rip the souls from l¡ttle g¡rls.

Änd from now
tilI kingdOm come,

the Only th¡ng you can cOunt On,
in your existence,

is never understanding why.

You, give me a k¡ss.

- Mary!
- GO! Go!

YOu. . .

can't. . . have her!

ThOmas!

Get that One and a half incher
over to the other side.

We need more!

- YOu dOn't understand. You gotta cuff him.
- He's dead.

- He's nOt dead. YOu gOtta cuff h¡m, dO yOu hear me?
- Bob, just do ¡t.

DO it!

Äll r¡ght, Jack. Cuff him.
Put him ¡n my car.

- All right.
- They got him. They gOt h¡m.

- Wh-- Where's Mary?
- She's here. She's here.

Hey.

On Earth, they're nOt ¡mmOrtal.

They're not Iike you and me.
YOu've gOt to cut the¡r hearts out.

Come on.

We gOtta gO.

Let's go. Let's go.

This is a good place.

Separate water source.
StOcked grain.

Qnly one poss¡ble approach.

Ä man cOuld,
with the prOper defenses,

hOld Off
an entire battal¡On.

H¡.

Can I help you?

yeah, someone's gOnna die. SOOn. Here.
I'll just be a minute.

Uh, there's no vis¡tOrs
allOwed ¡n I.C.U.

T¡m¡ng ¡s so ¡mportant.
I smell these things.

Shh.

So.

"Nancy."
Pecovering? Hmm.

PecOver¡ng? Huh.

Stable?
Get Out of here.

Deter¡Orating.
Cr¡t¡cal.

My favOr¡te.

Rachael.

Not yet. Come back.

Come on, back ¡t up.

That's ¡t. COme on back.

Qoh. Ähh.

- Hi!
- No, no, no, no, nO.

Shh.

DOn't starf.
I hate that.

Come on, dOn't start.

It's only
fOr a short t¡me.

Promise.

HellO, Katherine.

We must talk.

- Qh, my GOd.
- GOd?

God is love.

I dOn't love yOu.

I-- I can't.
I can't do this.

I can lay you Out and fill your mouth
w¡th yOur mOther's feces.

Qr we can talk.

- Äre yOu One of them?
- Them?

Äre you an angel?

I am the f¡rst angel,
lOved Once abOve all others.

Ä perfect lOve.

" But like all true love "

" One day ¡t withered
On the vine ""

Ähh, the winged party bOy
¡s about.

Come to feed on the guts
of yOur l¡ttle Mary.

- Äre you a part Of ¡t?
- NO, Katherine.

Qther angels have made this war
because they hate you.

You and all humans.

God has put yOu in His grace
and pushed them aside.

They're desperate. They've never been
able to conquer the Other lOyal angels.

And so th¡s war has remained
in stalemate fOr thousands Of years.

And while this state
of affa¡rs endures,

nO soul can meet ¡ts GOd.

YOur parents and the¡r parents
and sO on, from the beginning,

l¡e stiIl ¡n wormy earth.

Of cOurse, some Of them
dO come to me eventually.

FOr wh¡le Heaven may be closed,
I am always open, even on Chr¡stmas.

Gabriel has a plan.

Humans-- and hOw I love
you talking monkeys fOr th¡s--

know mOre about war
and treachery of the sp¡r¡t. . .

than any angel.

Gabr¡el is well aware
Of th¡s. . .

and has fOund a way to steal the
blackest soul On Earth to fight for h¡m.

If he w¡ns, Heaven opens.

I knOw that this new Heaven
will just be anOther HeIl.

YOu see, I'm nOt here tO help you
and the IittIe bitch. . .

because I lOve yOu
Or because I care for yOu,

but because twO hells
¡s One hell tOO many. . .

and I can't have that.

What I'm Offer¡ng yOu
¡s a chance nOt only to save Mary,

but tO finally open Heaven
tO your kind.

What do yOu say?

I saw the devil tOn¡ght.

If you have something tO say,

why can't you say it
tO me?

ThOmas.

I had a voice once,
Katherine.

FOr as lOng as I cOuld remember,
I had a vO¡ce. . .

that called me tO my GOd,
that called me tO church.

Änd On the day that I needed
that voice the mOst,

it left me.

It's better never
hav¡ng known that vO¡ce.

Äll I know is that I'm nOt go¡ng to let
anything happen tO Mary.

All right?

Say, ma'am,

any ¡dea where I can f¡nd
Old Woman Butte?

Yeah, ¡t's On
the reservat¡on.

Don't suppose you could be
just a tad more spec¡f¡c,

Madge?

The light.
It was so. . .

br-- br¡ght.

- Isn't your fr¡end hungry?
- What?

Not for a while, I'm afra¡d.
Funniest thing.

Don't dO that.

- Take 522 tO the Sonsela Wash cutoff.
- P¡ght.

F¡rst d¡rt rOad, gO left 20, 25 miles.
you'Il see it.

Much obl¡ged.
Let's get crackin', Pachael.

NO.

Etern¡ty here.
In that sagging skin su¡t.

Or One mOre day with me.

Why?

Can't dr¡ve.
But I can wait.

Until the stars burn Out,
¡f yOu dOn't make up yOur m¡nd.

I doubt we'll meet again.

- Su¡ts me.
- Thank Heaven.

L¡ttle Tommy Dagget.

How I loved listen¡ng
to your sweet prayers every n¡ght.

Änd then yOu'd jump ¡n yOur bed,
sO afraid I was under there.

Änd I was.

Do yOu knOw what hell
really is, Thomas?

It's not lakes Of burning oil
or cha¡ns of ¡ce.

It's being removed
from God's sight,

having H¡s WOrd taken
frOm yOu.

It's hard tO bel¡eve. So hard.

I know that better
than anyone.

And there's your weapon.

Th¡nk, Thomas, th¡nk.

What ¡s the One th¡ng
essent¡al to an angel,

the thing that hOlds
h¡s entire be¡ng together?

Faith.
Faith, faith.

Änd what wOuld happen
¡f that faith was tested,

and an angel just like you. . .

didn't understand?

Use that.

Use it!

He's cOm¡ng.

Go ¡ns¡de,
lOck the door.

There's one shot.
Okay?

It'll be okay.

YOu're gOnna love ¡t,
Rachael.

It'll be our night
to hOwl.

N¡ce mOve.
Beaut¡fuIly done.

TOmmy, you've got tO
cOme wOrk fOr me.

Upsta¡rs.
I-- I could get you ¡n nOw.

You'lI lOve it.
NObody tells you when tO gO to bed.

YOu eat all
the ¡ce cream you want.

you get to k¡ll. . . all day,

alI night,
just l¡ke an angel !

Save yOurself, fr¡end¡

Why gO tO the walI for that b¡tch
and her rug rat?

It all turns out the same
anyway. Now, later.

I'm gonna r¡p
that kid apart.

I'm not an angel !
I'm just a man.

Wh¡ch means I got sOmething
you dOn't. It's a soul.

This is gonna really hurt.

Your war--

Make it gOOd.

- Your war ¡s a l¡e!
- P¡ght.

It's nOt abOut humans.
It's about God.

What do you know
abOut that, yOu mOnkey?

I dOn't have to, Gabr¡el.
I knOw yOu.

I knOw what ¡t's l¡ke
tO be ¡gnOred, pushed as¡de.

I know your anger. I know what ¡t's like
tO lOse yOur fa¡th ¡n the Word.

I know.

'Cause yOu hate H¡m.
You hate H¡m just a l¡ttle b¡t.

'Cause you're jeaIOus.

That's what this war's abOut--
jealOusy.

Jealousy that He cOuld lOve
sOmeth¡ng mOre than yOu.

SOmething with a soul.

Well.

If you wanted to prOve
yOur side was r¡ght, Gabr¡el,

so badly,

why didn't yOu just ask H¡m?

Why d¡dn't you just ask God?

Because. . .

He doesn't talk to me
anymore.

Gabriel !

- I'm getting so fed up w¡th you.
- Go to heIl.

Heaven, darling, Heaven.
At least get the z¡p cOde right.

It's alI the same tO you,
¡sn't ¡t?

No. In Heaven,
we bel¡eve ¡n lOve.

- What do yOu lOve, Gabriel?
- Cracking yOur skull.

Kill me!

Qh, God !

Mary!

GO home.

Go hOme!

F¡nish ¡t.

Long t¡me.

Th¡s war is m¡ne.

YOur war is arrogance.
That makes it ev¡l.

That's mine.

Luc¡fer, s¡tting
in yOur basement,

sulk¡ng over yOur breakup
with the bOss.

YOu're noth¡ng.

T¡me tO cOme home,
Gabr¡el.

The enemy ghost ¡s gone.

The war's Over.
It's done.

NO. I want you bOth
to come hOme with me.

Never. ''I love yOu.
I IOve you more than Jesus."

You owe me one.

- YOu're gonna ask me to take yOu home.
- NO.

You will. Because anyth¡ng else will
be wOrse than you could ever imag¡ne.

Katherine.

I have my soul.

Änd I have my fa¡th.

What do you have. . . angel?

Leave the l¡ght On,
ThOmas.

Is he cOm¡ng back?

I dOn't think so.

Änd ¡n the end I th¡nk
¡t must be abOut fa¡th.

Änd ¡f fa¡th ¡s a choice,

then ¡t can be IOst. . .

for a man, an angel. . .

or the devil himself.

And ¡f faith means never
completely understand¡ng GOd's plan,

then maybe understand¡ng
just a part Of it, Our part,

is what ¡t ¡s
tO have a soul.

Änd maybe, ¡n the end,

that's what being human ¡s
after all.

" What was ¡t yOu once sa¡d "

" Few Of the th¡ngs
¡n l¡fe "

" Äre clear to me "

" Not for a second
d¡d I believe yOu "

" NOt fOr a m¡nute
d¡d I believe yOu "

" But with¡n yOur need
you lie alone "

" Th¡s empty space
you call yOur home "

" If you just let me in "

" I wouldn't let you
break down "

" L¡ke I'm breakin' down "

" I think yOu thOught
the rain "

" COuld wash away the day "

" Änd clean you "

" Not for a second
d¡d I believe it "

" NOt fOr a m¡nute
d¡d I believe it "

" Within your need
you lie alone "

" Th¡s empty space
you call yOur home "

" If you just let me in "

" I wouldn't let you
break down, ah "

" 'Cause I'm break¡n' dOwn "

" If you just let me in "

" I wouldn't let you
break down "

" 'Cause I'm break¡n' dOwn "

" I'm breakin' "

" Down "

" If you just let me in "

" I wouldn't let you
break dOwn, nO "

" 'Cause I'm break¡n' dOwn
I'm break¡n' dOwn "

" If you just let me in "

" I wouldn't let you "

" Break down "

" I'm break¡n' down "

" I'm break¡n' down ""