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me father for i've sinned it's been a long time since my last confession i was

cop i was good at my job i was married i had a good life

and my wife was raped we

uh caught the guy who did it but he got off i tracked him down and i

killed him killed him killed him

This is a terrible, terrible sin, my son.

Two months later, I cornered this petty thief who had a gun.

He opened up on me. I took five bullets to the face and neck.

And I died.

And because I had killed a man in cold blood, I went to hell.

You okay in there, father?

It's funny, but even the most maximum security penitentiaries from time to

inmates will escape.

It happened on Devil's Island.

It happened at Alcatraz.

Six weeks ago, it happened in hell.

113 of the most vile creatures who ever walked the earth escaped.

And now they're back.

The prince of lies.

The master of hell.

Surely, having his subjects back on Earth, spreading chaos and destruction,

this would bring a smile to his face. I don't know, Father.

You of all people know that even the devil has to answer to a higher power.

He's screwed up.

And now I need someone to fix things.

Track down those creatures and send them back to hell.

Why are you telling me this?

This ridiculous story.

Oh, come on, Father.

I think you know.

Time to give the devil his due.

Son of a bitch.

I'm gonna go find that priest before he gets hurt. All right.

You're working the kids, right?

What? You're missing all two boys.

How many so far?

You tell me.

Oh, you think I did it?

It's the priest who geniuses love to skate.

Priest, right.

That's the priest you were running around trying to kill, huh? You know,

to hell for stuff like that.

I've already been there.

You know what I think?

I don't care, man. I think it was you that snatched those two altar boys.

The father spied you trying to grab number three, so you decided to take him

out. Huh? No witnesses?

Two.

Thanks for your help, officer.

$62 .50 a night. Cash up front.

The Yankees and Reds.

I haven't seen a World Series since 83.

Series? What series? This is interleague play.

Interleague? Like the National League and American League play each other

the regular season?

They've been doing this for two years. Where have you been?

Where are the backs?

Down under.

There you go.

The elevator's busted, but...

You're only on the third floor.

Why aren't I going out?

The names of the fugitives.

And in my naked tongue, of course.

There they planned this for

centuries. Totally unprecedented.

Oh, there have been a few over the millennia who've slipped through the

Isolated incidents.

Never anything like this.

They think they'll beat the devil.

They're wrong as a kid.

Nobody beats me.

What are you doing here?

Your first day on the job, you dropped the ball. I'm thinking maybe I picked

wrong guy.

Yeah, maybe you did.

He was stronger than me.

Faster.

Even burned a hole through a chain -link fence.

After all, he was my guest for nearly a century. You've been with me, what, 15

years? The longer you're in hell, the more it becomes a part of you.

Some of those that escaped have been mine since the dawn of time, and have

powers to prove it. That's impressive.

Nice odds.

Relax.

You all play by the same rules, more or less.

More or less?

Well, you're already dead, so you can't be killed, or even feel pain, unless

it's inflicted by another damn soul.

So how am I supposed to send them back?

Did I forget to tell you that part?

The eyes.

Windows to the soul.

Anyone alive or dead destroys the eyes, and the damned get a one -way ticket

back home to hell.

So did me.

Silly question, Ezekiel. Last time I checked, you were one of the damned.

Now, stop asking questions and get back to work. It's the only way you'll ever

earn your second chance at life on Earth.

Yeah, but that second chance...

How does that work, exactly?

That's for me to know and you to find out. In the event you actually succeed

rounding up all 113 of your wayward brothers and sisters.

113 of what?

Hmm?

Great.

Remember, Mr. Stone, Gilbert Jacks was a rapist, not a murderer.

He didn't kill your wife. You have no right to kill him.

God's universe doesn't work like the American legal system.

You do something, you pay for it.

That is all I was doing.

I was trying to make the bastard pay. Yes, yes, now that's what I like to

The indomitable spirit and righteous indignation of the human species.

I've heard it a billion times, defending a billion atrocities, and it's still

music to my ears.

As much as I mean you, you may be all powerful down below.

But up here, you're just another corporate big shot.

He's trying to cover his ass.

If you can't police your own, no one is going to ever be afraid of you.

Very strange.

I swear you're suspecting Zeke Stone.

Who?

Homicide detective. Worked out of Manhattan South before your time.

I was his sergeant after he got the gold shield.

Good cop.

Can't be him, though. Right.

He's dead.

Got blown away by some trigger. Happy Punko must have been 15 years ago.

Night, Will.

Hey, thanks.

So then you know how to behave, right?

No touching anything, no crying.

Happy hearts and happy faces.

Happy play in grassy places.

That was how in ancient ages children grew to kings and sages.

Did you write that, Father?

Oh, no, no, it wasn't me, no.

It was Robert Louis Stevenson.

Yes, he wrote that in 1885.

It's just a few years after this was painted.

It was a better time then.

It was more innocent.

And this city was clean, unspoiled.

In those days, when it snowed, it didn't turn to grey, ugly slush.

It was white for days on end.

Like heaven.

You sound like you were there.

Oh, but I was.

In my dreams, of course.

Miss Gillian, I've got to use the bathroom.

One second, Chris.

Austin, Billy, cut that out.

I'd be happy to take him if you'd like.

Thank you, Father, would you? Come on.

Well,

Christopher, did you enjoy seeing the pictures in there?

Not really. The museum's boring.

I wish we'd take a field trip someplace cool.

Did you know that Saint Christopher is said to have carried the Christ child

across a river?

I can't swim.

Neither can I.

Do you go to church?

I kind of have to now. I started serving as an altar boy this year.

You know, I have a friend who works at the Central Park Zoo.

Really? If we leave now, then we could make it by feeding time. And I'm sure I

could persuade my friend to let you feed the animals yourself.

You think so?

Well, perhaps not the lion, but certainly the lamb.

Well, I don't know.

How are we going to make it back before the end of the field trip?

And if Miss Jillian finds out that I'm gone, I'm going to be in a lot of

trouble.

Not nearly as much trouble as you're going to be in if you don't come with

Hey, what are you doing with that kid?

Do you think our guy is Lieutenant Ezekiel Stone, NYPD, killed in the line

duty in June of 83?

Okay, I... I know it sounds crazy, but I got a theory. You see, seven months

before Stone was killed, his wife got raped. They caught the guy, Gilbert

but they couldn't put a case together against him, so he got on. And two

before Stone was killed, Jacks turns up dead.

Oh. It was a drug overdose, ruled accidental.

The guy was an individual offender, a real piece of scum. End of story.

Except... Except I .A. doesn't think it's the end of the story. They start an

investigation against Stone. But before they can put a case together, he turns

up dead. Half his face shot off.

I .D. had to be made using forensics and departmental records.

So what are you telling me? So what I'm telling you is that Stone killed Gilbert

Jacks and made it look like an O .D.

Internal Affairs is closing in on him. After the rape, his marriage is on the

rocks. His whole life is going to hell.

He's got no reason to stick around and risk going to jail.

So, he found a way out.

So you think he faked his own death? Makes sense.

That's fine detective work, Will, except for a few things that don't make sense.

Like what is he doing back now?

Why is he in an alley chasing a priest?

And what is a hero cop doing killing little altar boys?

Even if he was still alive.

Which...

Father Horn.

Yes?

Detective Ezekiel Stone, NYPD.

I need to ask you some questions about the priest who was working the

confessional last night.

Would you hand me your badge, please?

That would have been Father Salinas.

May I ask what this is about, detective?

These accusations are ridiculous.

I can't believe Father Salinas had anything to do with this.

Edward Salinas had a whole different life. You know nothing about Father.

Spend all your time with God. Salinas keeps different company.

Don't think because I'm blind I don't know what goes on outside these walls.

Six years ago, I was walking home from the grocery store late at night when a

man dragged his wife out onto the street and started beating her head against

the sidewalk.

What you police call a domestic dispute.

I tried to stop him. I didn't know he had a gun.

Luckily, he was drunk at the time and his aim was a little off.

The bullet shattered the bridge of my nose and grazed one eye.

Muzzle flash took care of the other.

Brightest light you've ever seen.

Think you're going to heaven, then you wake up someplace else.

How do you know that?

I knew someone who was shot in the face.

Did he survive?

No.

What happened to the woman?

Heard she testified on her husband's behalf.

At first I thought it might be a blessing not to have to look human evil

face again.

But I was wrong.

In the end, it just made it harder to believe, to keep faith in the justice of

God's universe.

And it gets worse every day.

Did you ever want to make him suffer?

I struggled with that.

But what good would it have done?

It wouldn't bring my sight back.

is justice, father.

What are you doing?

Sorry about the nose.

I should go to church more often.

Trans on the dresser.

Come on in there.

Detective Stone, what's happening here? Do you know this man?

He's not a detective, father.

Not anymore.

He's a suspect in the disappearance of those two altar boys.

Father, I want you to go to your office and call my partner, Detective Charlie

Hirsch, 11th Precinct.

You're wrong.

Whatever this man is, he's no criminal. Father, go to your office and call the

police. Now.

And you, spread him.

Spread him!

Do what he says, Father.

No! No!

I don't

know.

You saved my life.

Maybe I'm not the bad guy you think I am.

I know who you are.

You're Detective Lieutenant Ezekiel Stone.

You broke the St. Mark's Strangler case in 81. You solved the Levy Brothers

double homicide in 83.

You're one of the most decorated cops in Manhattan South.

And then one day, your wife got raped.

And you snapped.

And you killed the suspect.

He was guilty.

Wait.

So are you.

Tell me what you know about this case.

You wouldn't believe me if I did.

What makes you so sure?

Because you seem like an intelligent man.

You know what? Maybe I'm not as bright as I look. Try me.

The man behind this is Edward Salinas, a priest.

He started seeing the four living creatures from the Book of Revelations

Earth. Four living creatures, where's that?

Chapter 4, verse 6.

The four holy beasts who have something to do with setting off the second coming

of Christ. Don't know if there's a catch.

They can't play their role unless they're in heaven.

Selina started seeing the creatures in the faces of children.

Altar boys, to be exact.

Killed 16 kids in Italy before he finally was forced to escape.

Ended up here in the United States in 1896.

1896. Where he killed eight more kids.

Right here.

In the city. Before he was stopped.

And now he's back.

For more.

1896, that's crazy.

The only thing going for these kids is he sends them all back to heaven

together.

He won't kill one until he has all four.

Jeez, there's time.

Wait a minute. Oh, yeah.

There's one more thing.

I wasn't one of the most decorated cops in Manhattan South.

I was the most decorated.

Stop it. You know what? I want the truth.

Told you, the truth.

You stop or I'll pull your legs out from under you.

Hey, sorry I'm late. I got here as quick as I could.

We got a third one missing.

Christopher Logan, Angel Love.

We also got this here.

Look behind this wall.

Whoa!

Looks like someone burned their hand right through his head.

Yeah, looks like.

What about the boy?

The teacher said he was last seen with a priest.

What's all this stuff?

I found it all over the floor and on the body.

Here. Three and four.

What?

We don't know about the Bible.

What part?

Revelations, chapter four.

It's not your own Bible. I'm the Old Testament.

You go your way, I go your way.

I think those kids are still alive.

Forget about paying for the kids' college with these, my friend.

You might get a few bucks from a museum.

What are they?

Subway tokens, circa 1900, give or take a few years.

Bit of a collector's item, but not really valuable.

Hey, it's a lab.

What was that stuff?

Sodium chloride.

It's an H2SO4NACLCONH22 compound.

Here, thanks. What do I look like to you, Mr.

Science? What does it mean?

It means that whoever was in that bathroom has a hell of a glandular

That stuff on the windowsill? It's human sweat.

But two -thirds of it was made up of sulfur.

Here you go.

Earliest one we have.

Great. Thank you.

What is it you're looking for? The east fork of the original Lexington Avenue

line. No longer in use.

What are those?

Churches. Both within a couple of blocks of the line.

You're looking for a place to pray?

Do you have any idea what year this part of the line was shut down?

Oh, it was probably during World War I, the same time they were expanding with

the outer boroughs.

What did they do with the old tunnels?

Well, they're still there.

They didn't fill them in, they just sealed them up with bricks and mortar.

Do you think I could borrow this?

No, that's...

museum property.

It's very valuable.

I can make you a copy. That'd be great.

Also, I wanted to donate these to the museum.

Thanks.

You know, Detective, the museum closes at six. If you're not doing anything, I

could tell you more about the history of New York's underground over a drink.

I'm very flattered.

But I'm married.

Well, it's too bad.

Dimension dead.

Killed people in all accounts.

Sentenced to death by hanging.

Sentenced, carried out.

November 21st, 1906.

Jeez!

You calm down, Will. Come on!

You're gonna give us both a heart attack. Jeez!

What are you rifling through all this crap for?

These files have been dead since before both of us were born. I got a name and

it wasn't in the system.

Then I remembered the computerized system only goes back to 1945.

Anything before that, you've got to come down here and get your hands dirty.

What do you mean before that?

Listen to this.

This is Revelations, chapter 4, verse 6.

Okay.

I was in the spirit, and there before me was a throne in heaven.

And in the center, around the throne, were four living creatures.

The first living creature was like a lion.

The second living creature was like a calf.

The third living creature

Out of face. Like a man.

And the fourth living creature.

Fourth.

Will be revealed unto me.

For now.

It's a new movie.

I'm a policeman, all right?

I'm not gonna hurt you, all right?

You.

The man who did this to you. Did you see where he went?

He went to get another kid.

All right, this is what we're gonna do.

We're gonna get you out of here as fast as we can.

Let's go.

Look, Will, there's got to be another explanation for this. People do not come

back from the dead. Now, how do you explain the physical evidence?

What about the photograph? There's nothing that says that this priest is

anything other than a run -of -the -mill psycho.

As for the 100 -year -old photograph, so what?

I see people all the time that look alike.

My cousin looks like Lee Harvey Oswald.

Does that mean he shot Kennedy? I don't think so.

Remember, Detective Kane. You asked for Detective Kane, right?

Right. Say it.

Detective Kane. Yeah. Say it.

Hang on now. Hang on.

You know, what about the eight bullets I pumped into Stone's leg? How do you

explain that? Kevlar leg armor. Saw it last month at Soldier of Fortune

magazine. $69 .99 a shit. You don't have a response.

As units have, go ahead.

We just received a 911 from Lexington the 21st. They asked for Detective Key,

name. Look.

Look, right here. There they are.

There. There they are. Thank God.

It's okay. No, no. It's okay.

We're police officers, all right?

You guys okay?

Okay, you follow? Come here.

Where'd your kids come from?

Down there.

Okay, don't move. I'm gonna go. I'm going with you. No, you're not. You call

EMS, and you call for backup.

You stay with these kids until somebody comes.

You be safe.

Okay, you guys, don't move, okay? I'll be right back. Go in the car. Don't

Is it Sarah?

Yeah. There was another man.

A policeman.

Policeman? The one who saved us. The one who said to call you.

You are a soldier of Satan.

Those who conspired to cast me down into the pit.

One who would try to prevent me from my holy task.

But I am a soldier of God.

You can never stop me.

We'll find them again, and I will send them back to heaven.

I will send them all back to heaven!

Don't move!

Nice!

No! No!

I am coming soon.

My reward is with me.

And I will give unto everyone according to what

he has done.

Salinas.

You okay?

I don't think so.

When everything you told me, all this, it's insane.

Not as insane as interleaving play.

What?

Yeah.

Listen, I'm sorry about your heart.

Yeah.

You know, at least the kids are okay.

I don't know if it matters or not, but I was going through your file.

And your wife's still collecting your death benefits.

She lives in California someplace. I don't remember the address exactly.

Oh. What you said to me on the roof of the church about me being guilty.

Maybe I was in the same place, same moment.

If I had it to do all over again.

I don't know.

Hey, what happened tonight? You just keep tracking these guys down?

It's burning in hell.

Hey.

Knowing all this?

How it works?

It's alright.

Okay.

Knowing's the easy part.