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Ooh, what a dog.

Be right there.

Yeah, Wall Street Journal.

Yeah.

Tell me something. How's Berkshire Hathaway A doing?

How's it doing?

I think it'll survive.

Last time I checked, they were selling for $60 ,000 a share.

That's a hell of a stock.

$60 ,000?

Yeah.

Why?

You have some?

Yeah, a couple of shares.

Yeah, a wedding present.

Sell. Live a little.

Like they say, you can't take it with you.

Yeah, thanks.

Hey. Fixed coats.

That's what I'm here for.

Good.

Hey,

what the hell happened to this thing? What happened?

Oh, man, the gunshots.

Um, a bamboo stake went in here, came out there.

This slash, um... Oh, let's not go there.

Um... Dressed in manly coffee stains.

You know, you good at coffee stains?

You were wearing this?

Yeah.

You're lucky to be alive.

I suppose.

So, uh, you can fix it? Yeah, I can fix it. Great.

When? Three days.

If I put on a second shift.

Come on, man. You're taking advantage of our hospitality.

I want your stinking butt out of here. I have a heart. I'll freeze my ass off.

That's not my problem, papito. You're scaring the customers.

What customers?

You want me to call a cop? All right.

All right.

But this will definitely affect your tip.

I got a tip for you. Toma un baño sucio.

Coño, carajo, puñata, no puede que que. Yo estaba abierto hablando con este

hombre. Hasta la vista.

Hasta your mama.

Who's that?

Oh, God!

Somebody!

Help! Help!

I was a cop.

Then my wife was raped. I caught the guy who did it, and I killed him.

Two months later, I died.

I went to hell.

113 of the most vile creatures escaped.

They think they'll beat the devil. Nobody beats me. How am I supposed to

them back?

The eyes.

Windows to the soul.

Destroy the eyes and the doubt. Get a one -way ticket back home to hell.

But it's not hell you should be scared of.

It's losing your second chance at life on Earth. Time to give it that list,

Excuse me. I forgot your name.

Maxine. Right, Maxine.

I'm looking for a candy bar.

Candy doesn't newsstand.

No, I know. I checked. You don't have it.

See, I have this craving for a

Reggie bar.

A what bar?

A Reggie bar.

Reggie Jackson.

Mr. October?

Sorry.

I'm kind of busy. I gotta get back.

Are you a writer?

Yeah, you know.

Lucky guess.

Yep. I'm writing a second novel. My first one just got published.

Really? Yep.

That's great. Can I read it? Anytime.

Just click www .maximum -great -american -novel .com. The Internet.

Cyberspace, you know.

You download it on your computer. Or I could just pick it up at a bookstore,

right? No.

Give me trees I gotta kill to make a book. See, writers who count. We have

websites.

Websites.

Yeah.

Take your mouse. In your hand. A mouse?

Your mouse.

Where the hell have you been?

Don't ask.

There's some change, boss.

I don't know if you're having sense or not.

No good deed goes unpunished.

You can't be shelling out money to vagrants on the street.

Why won't you stop trying to be so good?

You think it's going to make your job any easier?

It wasn't supposed to be easy.

Happily, there is someone out there who doesn't look so kindly on the wretched

refuse of this earth.

In fact, he considers them to be mere snacks for an insatiable appetite.

Snacks? He's a cannibal.

Cannibalism.

Please, that's okay. I say, now, listen up.

Walk east of the bridge on Mission Street.

You'll see what I mean.

Better hurry. You'll miss the fun.

That's it?

That's all you're needing?

Well, you said yourself it wasn't supposed to be easy.

You know, you really should come up with more imaginative disguises.

What do you have in mind?

Mr. Stone!

There was blood all over his hands, all over him. A male Caucasian in a black

cape. I had a bottle in my hand, and I started yelling at him, get the hell out

of here, and he ran. He ran right over to the bridge, and he jumped right over

the edge, disappeared into thin air.

Maybe turned into a bat and flew away, huh?

What do you mean?

If you've got any more questions, we'll call you. I don't have a phone.

Hey, hey, hey.

I'm trying to tell you something.

Get yourself a cup of coffee, all right?

Here. I know what I saw.

I got eyes like a hawk.

2020. You guys running around cutting people's eyes out, and nobody wants to

listen.

No skin off of my ass.

I'll listen if you want.

Thanks. He should have been splattered all over the ground.

I looked down.

Nothing.

And I got eyes like a hawk. Yeah, so you keep telling me. 2020, right? Yeah.

I might have had a buzz on, but I wasn't seeing things.

That enough being homeless.

Now this guy is cutting our eyes out.

Boy, it's a hell of a world.

You got that right.

Hey!

Hey!

My kid used to have one of these.

Yeah?

You got a family, Harry?

Yeah. Somewhere.

But I haven't seen them so long, they probably think I'm dead.

What she used to call us.

It'll come to me.

That's how it's out.

If you can't follow the rules, we can't help you.

Is that clear? Is that clear to everyone?

Come on.

We evaluate them when they check in.

Treat the lice, the cuts, the infections, whatever else.

We have doctors who donate a couple of hours a month, but day to day it's

handled by volunteers.

Hey, Toby.

All right.

How's it going? This is Detective Stone. He's been assigned to investigate the

killer. About time.

The cops haven't even upped the patrol since this thing started. I mean, it's

like they figure, hey, you're out on the streets, so you're already dead, so who

cares? Toby used to be homeless.

Two years.

If it wasn't for this place, I'd still be out there. Tell Detective Stone about

your job. I got a full -time job.

I'm working as a lab assistant over at Garamond Med. And he still volunteers

here 20 hours a week. Hey, I owe you everything.

I wouldn't forget that.

I'll never let you.

Look, I got to type up this lady's intake. So, detective, get the son of a

bitch, okay?

We'll do our best.

I want to show you something.

So all the victims were clients here?

Everyone on the row is one time or another.

They weren't just John Doe's.

And no matter how bad the circumstances, their lives mattered.

You know, I got a guy who says he thinks he got a pretty good look at the killer

last night.

Says the guy escaped by jumping off an 80 -foot overpass.

Well, that sounds like the stories they're telling about the Angel of

Such as?

A couple of months ago, two homeless men escaped from a collapsed building. They

said a mysterious man dug through two tons of rubble and pulled under safety.

Another time, he's supposed to have lifted an overturned truck off a

all by himself.

Every so often, he shows up out of nowhere, performs some superhuman act of

heroism, and disappears.

So who is he? Well, I think he's a fantasy.

But he would really be a godsend.

Godsend, huh?

What can you tell me about this angel of mercy?

What about him?

Is he real?

Maybe.

Ever seen him?

It's not like he comes around the shelters.

It's more like, um, who was that masked man?

Come on, Tommy.

Somebody must have seen him or seen something.

You know where I can find him?

You're not going to put these murders on him.

I just want to talk to him.

He's in the trenches every day.

He's a hero down here.

Well, the big mystery, huh?

What's he got to hide?

You need to tell me that you don't have anything to hide.

This is a really...

Clean button.

Mint condition.

Do you know what it is?

Didn't you see the sign?

Jimmy G's World of War.

If it's military, I know it.

Now, see that design stamped in there?

That's called a wolf's hook.

What's that?

It's Dutch.

I'll show you.

Picture here somewhere.

Bingo.

Came off of a coat like that one.

These guys were officers in the Wehr Aufdelingen.

Wehr?

Aufdelingen.

It's Dutch SS.

SS as in Nazi, huh?

The SS like to think of themselves as super Nazis.

I need the name of the super Nazi that this belonged to.

Who are you?

Some kind of... Nazi hunter?

If I told you, I'd have to kill you.

Oh, awesome.

I've been waiting ten years for one of you guys to walk in here.

Hey, um, you remember the Reggie bar?

Oh, remember it?

It was only the most successful merchandising tie -ins of the 1980

season. You a collector?

No, no. I just woke up this morning with a craving.

Perishables are tough.

I'll have to make some phone calls.

See what I can come up with.

Thanks.

And... Here we are.

Dossiers of the Dutch SS.

From the first day of occupation to the liberation.

Where the hell did you come up with this stuff?

Freedom of Information Act.

Just got to know what to ask for.

Bums me out.

Thinking of these guys sitting on a beach in Argentina.

Big old keg of beer.

Making plans for the Fourth Reich.

Most of them are dead by now.

And never brought to justice.

Wouldn't be too sure about that.

Wait a minute.

I'll go back one.

Engel von Gnade?

It's Engel von Gnade, Angel of Mercy.

You read Dutch?

I think I got enough German to fake it. Tell me about him.

Martin Benedict, so -called Angel of Mercy. He got the nickname when he put

the word that he could supply visas and transit cards to Dutch Jews, give

them a chance to get out of the country before they were rounded up for

deportation.

I don't get it. What happened?

He lost his nerve.

Turned them in.

Eighteen men and women went to the camps.

They all ended up in the ovens.

This isn't what it looks like. Looks like you're shooting up.

It's just to chill me out, man.

I got it under control.

Put your roll up your sleeve.

Don't do this to me, man.

Look, I got a life. I got people who are dependent upon me, man.

I'm good at my job. I mean my obligations.

Please.

Don't tell Rachel about this, man.

Please. No, it'll break her heart, man. Please don't do this to me.

Don't worry.

I'm not in narcotics.

I need a lie on the angel of mercy.

I'll make you a deal. You give me a little information, I won't turn you in.

Your choice.

And then I came.

You're losing your buttons.

I'd recommend a tailor, but, you know, you don't have the time.

I don't know you.

Well, I'm Detective Ezekiel Stone, your one -way ticket back to where you came

from.

Wait.

I waited 50 years to hear a human voice sing again.

Well, you always have your memories.

But sorry, Marlene is not in hell.

I'd like to finish my pair, please.

Go ahead.

Happy stuff there. My Bible. In a way, words to live by.

Or... To be dead by.

The simplest pleasures I find now take on tremendous importance.

No?

A pair.

A book of poems.

You.

What do you like?

Me? Yes.

I like french fries.

Corvette stingrays.

Reggie bars.

How did you find me? I followed the trail of dead bodies.

What bodies?

Oh, I don't know. Let's start with Amsterdam, 1941.

How many people trusted you?

Eighteen. Is that it?

Yes.

Great.

Now you're back, but this time you're doing it with your own hands.

And that knife, I suppose.

I told you, I haven't killed anybody.

I see you're a liar.

In Amsterdam, yes, I was a coward. I gave those people over knowing they

die. And for my cowardice, I spent 50 years not blinking once, seeing nothing

but their faces, the pain and fear in their eyes. Now you're trying to cut

eyes out.

I've hurt no one. I've repented all that and come back to heal.

Angel of mercy.

One may take it back.

Isn't that what you said?

Yeah.

Männer rumschwirren mich wie Motten um das Licht.

Und wenn sie verbrennen, ja dafür kann ich nicht. Vom Kopf bis

Fuß. Ich bin auf Liebe eingestellt.

Ich kann help, lieber nur.

Und sonst gar nicht.

I think the old songs are the best.

Don't you?

Not really.

German poetry.

Heavy stuff.

Why aren't you out hunting?

You're not having second thoughts, I hope. The tragic story of Martin

repentance.

Who'd have thought you'd be so easily taken in?

You see, you forget.

I spent most of my career listening to guys say how sorry they are. So have I.

You see, we have something in common. You see, it never stopped me from doing

job. I'm glad to hear that. I really am. That touches my heart.

Because, Ezekiel, we have a contract.

Send back all 113 or our deals.

Gornished.

Kaput. You finished?

Mm -hmm.

Good.

You see, because I'm, uh...

Tell me a story.

What?

Got writer's block.

I need inspiration.

All right.

I got a story for you.

There's this cop who crossed the line once.

Killed a suspect.

And he died and went to hell for what he did.

Terrible place.

He hated me.

Go ahead.

So one day the devil comes up to him. The real devil?

With the horns and everything?

Yeah, come on. This is the good part, all right?

So the devil comes up to him, right? He says, I got a problem.

A bunch of people escaped from hell, and I'll make a deal with you.

If you return them all, I'll let you go.

Well, what kind of devil is that? He can't even get his own bad guys.

No, see, the devil...

There's no power on Earth. Only in hell.

Oh, that's crap.

The devil can do anything.

I can.

Oh,

you know what would be better?

God sends the cop.

No, no.

The cop's in hell.

No, no, no. He changed it.

Cop's in heaven, right? He's partying. He's having a good time. Everything's

cool, right? God walks over to him. He's like, I want you to go back down to

Earth. And the cop's like, no, I don't want to go down there. I like it up

No, that's ridiculous.

No. That's ridiculous. No, it isn't.

No, that's conflict.

See, this is a better story. Oh, you know what?

There's like a bunch of cops.

Right? It would be the God Squad.

Yeah, Stone, that's good.

All right, let's get your coat off.

I told you, I don't like it here. Just for a couple of days. Harry, come on and

sit down right here, okay?

Okay?

I need you to sign right here for me.

What?

Right here, Harry.

All right.

And then someone will be up to give you your evaluation.

Good luck to them.

Well, that'll do.

All right. I'm ecstatic.

Hey, father.

What's he doing?

He's a comment.

You know, football fan.

I love the saints.

That's from the Vatican joke book.

Not funny, huh?

It's okay.

Can I have a beer?

Sure.

I want to ask you something, Father.

Sure.

The guy who...

Shot and blinded you.

Thank you.

You think he's sorry?

I hope so.

Is that enough?

To be sorry?

But if his repentance is sincere, yes, that's enough.

I found the guy who has become one of these homeless people.

His name's Benedict.

He's one of the 113.

Says he didn't kill them.

Does he also deny the crime for which he is damned?

No, no. Says he's repented. He's sorry.

He's come back now to help people.

To do good works.

I was always taught you know a man by his works.

Two shots.

Could have taken me out. We both knew it.

Why didn't he shoot?

Hey. Mr. Stone.

Hi. I was just wondering, I just came by to see how Harry's doing.

I'm sorry.

One of our volunteers left him alone for a few minutes, and when he came back,

your friend was gone.

Gone where?

I don't know. He was just gone.

I'm looking for a guy named Harry.

He's got tape all over his jacket.

I was praying for him.

He's hairy.

That's not hairy.

Call 911 and tell them what we got here.

Anybody see what happened?

Texas Stone? I'm sorry it's so late.

I need to see the medical records of all the victims. Is that all right? Yeah,

yeah. The office. Here.

What are you looking for?

Oh, the victim was wearing Harry's coat.

Whoever killed him must have thought it was Harry.

But he didn't take the eyes.

Why not?

The guy had cataracts. Harry doesn't.

Neither did any of these other victims.

Who had access to these? Anybody here.

Who processed them? Whoever's initials are at the bottom.

T .C.

T .C.? T .C.

Who's that?

Toby Cole.

Where is Toby?

He's at his other job.

Med?

Garamin Med.

It's an organ bank.

Hey, how you doing?

Hmm? You're pissing my ass off.

Looks like somebody got your jacket there, huh?

Yeah. Yeah. Come on. Come on. You come with me.

I'll help you out.

It's a place of warmth. All right.

Here we go. Watch it. Watch it. There you go.

All right. Come on. Get you some warm clothes.

Nice and dry.

Nice. Get a hot coffee. You'll feel like a new man in the morning.

What am I writing from with you? What?

I'll kill him.

You killed the others to sell their eyes.

You ain't got nothing to live for. At least somebody can get to see you again.

I bet the organ bank paid you a lot of money, didn't it?

That's how you've been supplying your habit.

Let things stay off the streets, man.

Survival of the fittest.

You'll be all right.

You know the truth of this, no?

Yeah. You also know these people need someone like me.

Yeah.

But not you.

I can't.

You have to recognize the day of reckoning when it comes.

Mine is here.

What I really want is to earn my own forgiveness.

And I can't.

No matter what I do,

It will never be enough.

I don't want to do it.

Not this time.

You must.

Erect no gravestone to his memory.

Just let a rose blossom each year for his sake.

For it is Orpheus.

Wherever he has passed through this or that, we do

not need to look.

You might want to take this with you.

Who knows?

Maybe a man can still find some kind of salvation even in hell.

How you doing?

I'll get you.

Adrian, you all right?

Good.

Probably better than I deserve.

You know, I wanted to talk to you about what happened that night. I know I was

drunk.

And I got hit in the head.

But what I thought I saw...

What do you think you saw here? I don't know.

But I know I haven't wanted a drink in three days.

That's good.

Listen, this is for when you're feeling a little bit better.

What's this?

It's a phone number for your wife and daughter.

How'd you get it?

It's what I do.

I'm a detective.

Don't!

Your friend Jimmy G came by this morning and gave you a present.

Yeah. He said, um, he's sorry that he missed you.

Want something good?

That's great.

Thanks. You're welcome.

Going up or down?

Yes.

You spoiled all my fun.

I killed him, didn't I?

Shot him right in the eyes, just like the instruction manual says.

But I sense no deep.

gnawing, unassuageable guilt.

Oh, I gave a dead man his dying wish.

Opportunity doesn't happen every day. I should hope not.

You really think you got the better of me?

Now that you mention it...

Nobody beats the devil.

Are you listening?

Did you hear what I said, Mr. Stone?

Nobody beats the devil.

Why do you keep telling me?

Go to hell.

Please.