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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 ""