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She's aged well, hasn't she?

Your lovely widow.

Rosalind Stone.

You know, I think you'd better put your priorities in order, Mr. Stone.

How did those marriage vows of yours go?

Till death do us part?

You're dead.

You've parted.

And you're not going to reunite until you have succeeded in rounding up all of

my strays. Our mutual friend, Mr. Joseph Rankmire, bank robber extraordinaire

included. What are you talking about?

Can't get back together until after. That was never part of the bargain.

No, come, come, come. Come, Mr. Stone. Why is it you think you've been back as

long as you have and still haven't contacted her?

What would the fateful reunion be like?

How would Rosalind react when she found herself face to face with the man she

loved? A man who's been dead and buried for a decade and a half.

All I did is make one damn mistake.

Do you really believe that, Mr. Stone? That's the truth.

Was it now?

If you think your fate was determined by one momentary anomaly in your behavior,

you are woefully mistaken.

What are you talking about?

Killing Gilbert Jackson, the man who raped your wife, was merely the last act

a life that would ultimately have delivered you into my loving embrace.

Like hell it was.

You really believe you were zooming along on the highway to heaven?

My word, you do. You really think killing Gilbert Jacks was just a tiny

pothole on an otherwise righteous path?

I'm getting sick of your lies. I'm not lying, detective.

Well, I do it all the time, but not just now.

It was a good life.

I did well.

Self -delusion really doesn't suit you.

Oh, look, Mr. Stone.

Who's that over there?

I didn't hear an apology.

Did you, Zeke?

That's Harlow, Dad.

He's kind of weird.

It's not too weird to apologize for spoiling your drink.

And you ought to pay for it, too.

Well? Hey, you made me drop my soda.

You should apologize, then pay me for it.

But I don't have any money.

Can't let him push you around.

No, sir. You cannot let him push you around.

Well, a little wretch had it coming, don't you think, Mr. Stone? Of course,

carried the psychological scar around for the rest of his life.

So I thought I was a son of a bitch.

You can't blame me for that. No, but you don't need to lavish your

rationalizations on me, detective. I love what you did. I thought it was just

elegant. And that glint of joy in your eyes as the little type dropped to the

ground. Very revealing, if you don't mind my saying so.

I do mind. I know, and I don't give a damn. You pummeled a defenseless

and you felt good about it. End of story. Or should I say, beginning of

I was a cop.

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

Two months later, I died.

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. We're down to 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 the devil his

You pummeled a defenseless weakling and you felt good about it. End of story. Or

should I say, beginning of story.

What about Max if it's a boy?

And Sarah if it's a girl?

Why, you don't like these names?

Okay? Yeah, okay.

I came to me this morning.

Damn it.

Where are you going?

Keeney's being interviewed this morning.

Be there.

Is that what you've been thinking about just now?

Zeke, this is your day off.

I'm off, you lady, for God's sake.

I'm out. I know, that's why I'm here.

I've been working on this case for six months, all right?

Mal needs me.

If I don't go in there, I'm gonna feel... I'm gonna feel worse than you're

making me feel right now.

You can go in if you'd like.

Go on.

Come on, man. You gotta let me go to the camp.

Start talking.

But I gotta go.

Hey.

I gotta hear if she got something to say to me. No, listen.

I ain't no animal, you know. I got rights.

And I got time.

For that whole day.

Seriously, Star. I don't think I can hold it any longer.

Really?

See, what the hell is this? I told him. I told him! Shut up!

Seems our friendly neighborhood drug pusher doesn't want to talk.

You think maybe you're pushing this a little too far?

No, I'm fine.

I got it under control. It's fine.

What are you doing here? It's your day off.

Files under labor of love.

Yeah, well, I hate to break your heart, but we gotta let him go.

What? The warrant wasn't properly filled out. Oh, come on. You gotta be kidding

me. You gotta be kidding me. Somebody in the DA's office screwed up. He's

walking. He makes you 0 for 3 still. Shut up. Hey, maybe you ought to mop

up.

Oh, that temper takes my breath away.

Only you, the mighty stone, could possibly deal with Keeney. And on your

off, too.

You got up on technicalities twice.

I wasn't about to let it happen again.

Oh, well, that justified your treatment of Keeney and your wife.

By the way, how'd you finally manage to land the elusive Mr. Keeney?

I don't remember.

Well, I do.

Keeney. My good evening, detective.

You know the position, Nick. Come on.

Come on.

You got any school kids hooked today? You know, you really need a new routine,

detective. I got a new routine.

All right, turn around and empty your pockets.

Oh, come on. Hurry up. Hurry up. That's so pointless.

Humors.

What is this? What do we got here? Will you stop by the neighbor, maybe? Borrow

a cup of sugar? Kidding, Mike.

He planted that!

Hey, Professor, you want me to add that?

You're violating me!

You're a bullseye.

My rights!

You're violating my rights!

You can't do that!

You can't do that!

You just did.

No, you can't do that to me!

You can't do that to me!

He was getting kids addicted to drugs in junior high school. And that's why you

planted evidence on his person?

Yeah.

What if he'd been innocent?

He wasn't. The jury deliberated for, what, 15 minutes? Basing their judgment

the coke you slipped into Keeney's pocket.

Fine. So that made us even. You stomped all over Keeney's rights. You even

stomped all over Keeney.

Yeah.

Put him in prison.

It was my job.

Make the world a safer place.

Ah, but you forget, Mr. Stone.

For every action, a reaction.

Two dollars.

No.

Five dollars.

Okay.

And again, the whole title too.

Had you not planted evidence on Mr. Keeney, the DA could not have been

Ergo, he would not have gone to prison.

Ergo, he would not have been murdered. So, it seems the moral of the story is

the murder of Gilbert Jacks is not the only premature death for which you must

take responsibility.

I didn't kill him.

Besides, whatever he got, he deserved.

That's my boy.

Ezekiel, listen to me.

Stay out of my head.

Dim the light.

It's quite enough.

What are you supposed to be, the ghost of Picasso?

Oh, well, maybe I should introduce myself

then.

Introduce yourself.

What are you talking about?

Uh -oh.

Is this how I look to you, Ezekiel?

Just like him?

I'm not who you think I am. Not at all. Oh, boy. Oh, boy. I've heard this happen

sometimes. Once a mortal sees one of us, they can't tell us apart.

They think we all look alike.

We all look alike.

Let me assure you, I am nothing like my brother.

Your brother?

Yes, all angels are siblings, whether of the fallen variety or not.

Now you're an angel.

That's great. I think it was Marcel Proust who said... Oh!

Oh, here.

The real voyage of discovery lies not in seeking new landscapes, but

in having new eyes.

What's your point? You can collect evidence to support any belief, good or

My brother wants you to think that even if you get your life back, you're still

doomed to go back down to hell no matter what. Well, I say that's wrong.

Ezekiel, you come with me.

Come with me and let's look with new eyes.

You know that stuff will kill you.

Forget it.

New eyes, Ezekiel.

New eyes.

Oh, great.

More Proust.

Look, you know, I think I've had enough of remembrance of things past for one

day.

No. No.

It's not the past that's at stake here, Ezekiel.

It's your future.

Why don't you just get someone else to track down this wayward flock of yours?

You know, someone who's... Worthy of redemption. You're more than worthy.

Oh, really?

What about the trail of victims that I left as I bullied my way through my

You know what?

I quit.

All right?

I mean, I've had it. You win.

All right. All right. You win. All right.

Let's make it simple, though.

All right?

Look. Look right there.

Those are the Forresters.

That family's alive because of you.

Why are you surrounding us? If you hadn't arrested Nick Keeney when you

would have gotten into his car, high on drugs, and crashed into the Forester's

van. They were on a trip to Connecticut.

That van would have plummeted right over an embankment, and all five of them

would have died.

Thank you.

Wave.

Wave.

Vanilla? That was a quick change.

What is this, some kind of joke? What are you doing? What are you talking

Who ordered this?

Vanilla?

Where's the waitress? They only eat Rocky Road.

Do you have, like, a twin brother?

What?

Is it... Is it possible that I've been speaking with an angel?

Him? Don't make me laugh. You could never live up to his standards.

Really?

What can I tell you? He seems to think I have. Oh, nonsense.

This pious, saintly life you've been imagining for yourself never existed. I

never said saintly.

I never said saintly. I said good. I said I lived a good life. That doesn't

I didn't run a red light or I didn't cheat on an algebra test. Don't kid the

king of kidders, Mr. Stone. Let me explain to you why you failed to live a

life. No, I'm not interested. I don't want to hear it. I'm not interested.

Capisce? No, you're over. You're past. Passé. You're a pet rock.

A Nehru jacket.

That King of Kidder's line.

He got that for me.

I used to call him that.

Yeah. Oh, my God.

What?

I don't believe.

This is Lightning Hopkins.

This is an incredibly rare version of Trouble Stay Away From My Door. Who is

Lightning Hopkins?

Oh, my God.

I saw him play with B .B. King and John Lee Hooker in 1969.

Which means nothing to you.

No, it's not true.

When I hear you talking about this, I want it to mean something.

So it does.

If you heard it, it means something to you. Well, why don't you buy it?

It's 50 bucks.

So what? It's 50 bucks. Just buy it.

No, I can't afford it.

Nope,

nope, nope. No can do.

This I can do. You can't do that. This I can do.

Sorry Yeah,

oh wait a minute I'm sorry No, and I bet it's back at the antique store. I'm

gonna be right back. Yeah, I did so just stay right here. I'll be right back

It's for you.

Take it.

Man.

You're so gullible.

I mean, when have you ever once seen me wear a scarf?

Yeah, I can't.

It's true.

Did you know that his full name is Sam Lightning Hopkins and that he was

the founding father of blues guitar?

Yes.

I don't want to know. Yeah.

Where did you hear that?

From Bob.

Bob. Yeah, he is my new best friend now from the used record store.

Why'd you do this?

Think about it.

They'll figure it out.

Kind of makes your teeth hurt, doesn't it, Mr. Stone?

That's why I loved her.

So you say?

Ah, lust and adultery.

They never seem to go out of fashion, do they?

You should run for political office.

It's just a kiss.

Forget the kiss. It's the thought that counts.

I threw her number away.

I never called her.

You threw it away?

Or did you lose it? You chose not to call her? Or did you chicken out?

None of your business.

You were meant for me, to quote an old song.

And I was meant for you.

Oh, nothing like a nice bloody armed robbery to get your heart pumping, is

there? Thank you so much, Mr. Stone, for so clumsily bungling Mr. Rentmire's

capture. You know, I can understand damning him for eternity.

Why me? I've just given you a walking tour of your sins.

They're hardly sins.

No, but they add up. Life is cumulative. In my business, you don't start fresh

every morning with a nice clean slate.

Hey, Cassie.

How you doing?

I need some help. Uh -uh, nothing doing.

No more snitching for me. Too dangerous.

I prefer my skin to stay on my body where it belongs. Yeah, you know, but I

think you're going to really want to help on this one.

I've got a bus to catch.

Come on, let's sit down.

Sit, sit, sit.

I'm going to tell you about a case I'm working on.

Yeah, well, you know, this one, you might even recognize this one.

He's a 16 -year -old boy, right?

Lives in a penthouse in French Park West.

See, there's this girl over there. This girl was making eyes at him.

She got him to take her back to his apartment.

Her parents weren't there.

Could I go now?

No.

The junior has his fun.

The woman drugs him.

And he goes on a little shopping spree around the apartment.

Yeah, see?

Here's a problem.

I know who this woman is.

And I should turn her in, but she's got five or ten priors. And if she gets

convicted, she's going to be sentenced to a long, long time.

All right, all right. What do I have to do?

That rains.

That's old news.

Ned and I are just friends now. I got me a new man.

A cop that Ned shot, or we could go in the Bronx.

Just died.

That's all I want. Wow.

You don't ask much, do you?

Where is he, Cassie?

He cut my heart out with a spoon.

That's why I gotta lock him up.

All right.

You gotta promise to leave me and my boyfriend G out of it, okay?

Deal. I gotta tell you, Detective, it was getting pretty hot in that ritzy

apartment. Do you watch him while I took that kid's cherry?

You know what?

I don't care if you and G want to have sex in Macy's window.

I just want Reigns.

Can I trust you?

Of course you can.

454 West 47th.

Apartment 2B.

Okay.

West 47th.

To me.

So?

So?

Yeah.

Arrested Raines.

You're convicted.

Sends to life at Attica. But you got promoted for arresting Mr. Gaines, if

not mistaken.

That's right. So then you let Cassie and her boyfriend off the hook for your own

personal gain.

Well, yeah.

She returned the stuff they stole. The kid was fine. I put a piece of scum in

jail. It's called good police work, and I don't regret it.

It's all still sailing right over that fuzzy little head of yours, isn't it,

Detective? What are you talking about? Connect the dots, kiddo. The boyfriend

she called G, the one who helped her loot the apartment.

G. G. G is for Gilbert.

Gilbert Jacks.

And you let him go.

Two months later, he rapes your wife.

No, that's not true.

No.

Why should that be true?

I don't believe you. You're the Prince of Lies. Oh, but you do believe me,

you, Mrs. Stone? You know I wouldn't go to all this trouble to make it up.

You're not worth it. You son of a bitch.

You really push a man to the brink.

I am the brink.

There, Ezekiel.

You see?

You are a good man.

What are you talking about?

You shot the devil, didn't you?

We're here.

Your new best friend.

I feel so hurt, so tossed aside.

Don't worry, Ezekiel. He's not going to fire you. He knows there's nobody else

down there who could be trusted with the job you're doing. Wait a minute!

I'd like to talk about your little outburst on the street, Mr. Stone.

Imagine my surprise at being shot. I was dumbstruck with terror. The gun, the

bullets, the flames. Ooh, ooh, scary, scary stuff.

Nothing like that will ever happen again.

Will it, Mr. Stone?

Maybe not.

You're not up for grabs, you know.

You're mine.

You were mine long before you ever came to hell.

Don't listen to him, Ezekiel. He has lies to tell.

And he thinks you're vulnerable.

Your future hasn't even been written yet.

Ezekiel. And when it is, you and you alone will be its author.

Oh, come on, detective.

Enough already.

This is boring.

No, he wants you to think human beings aren't redeemable.

that once you've sinned, you're through.

Well,

it just doesn't work that way. Look, look, look at that family. Right over

there.

One time, they hired a landscaper who used the alias George Smith.

That's right.

Gilbert Jax. The lady's name is Irene, 29 years old. If you hadn't stopped him,

she would have been Jax's next.

victim. In fact, every lady in this park is somebody you saved from Gilbert

Jacks. Wait a minute.

You're justifying me killing Jacks?

Oh.

No. But even universal law has what they call... Ooh.

What is it?

Mitigating circumstances.

Well, just about everything I did had mitigating circumstances, and I still

straight to hell.

It's my old CO.

It's Carrie of Salem.

I'm out.

I'm gonna go dance.

I'm gonna lose the hat.

God. Careful.

Erase my cracks.

A 1980s policeman's ball.

Come on, Mark.

Just gonna ask you to dance?

Oh, no, Zeke, really, I'm cool.

It's not that.

You said you wanted to cut in?

I thought you... Did you just say that? Yeah, sure.

Oh, okay.

I bet that's okay with you.

It's all right.

Okay, this is Marv.

Marvin. Marvin.

Hi, Marvin.

Margie. Hi.

Hi.

His uncle's sweet, are you?

What's that?

You know perfectly well what.

The guy's just a little shy, that's all.

That was still very nice.

I'm Zeke.

Roslyn. Yeah.

Oh.

Roslyn.

Do you like to dance?

What, you've got more shy friends?

Just me.

You want to hear what they're saying?

Is he cute?

Every word.

You think that's why you haven't really tried to find her?

Maybe she fell in love again.

Got married.

Had kids.

Maybe you couldn't face it.

How could?

the citizens of New York.

The city should weep with sorrow in the night.

Bank robbery.

Wrong place, wrong time.

The Monument Bank on Addison Street.

But she died instantly as he killed her. She was killed by a stray bullet fired

by Joe Renkmeyer, that creature that got away from her this morning.

4th, 1999.

That's today, isn't it?

She was killed today.

Exactly 45 minutes from now.

From now?

Well, then you gotta get me to L .A. I'm sorry, Ezekiel.

This is as far as I go.

What are you talking about?

The rest is up to you.

Up to me?

What do you mean, up to me?

Get across the country in 45 minutes. Remember, the future hadn't even been

written yet.

Faith, Ezekiel. Have faith.

Faith.

It's not about my wife's life.

I thought that glow worm would never leave.

I need to get out of here.

May I remind you for whom you work? I brought you back here to chase down my

escaped souls. I don't have to let you save your precious Rosalind.

Do you have a precise time? How much longer does she have left? Please don't

this. Nine minutes? Eight minutes? I want you to fully experience each

moment. She should have known. You work.

For me.

Say it.

All right.

I'll work for you. You do my bidding, don't you?

Yeah.

I do your bidding. Shall I forgive you your transgression?

Sure. Forgive me.

Now get me back.

You really fancy me the forgiving sort?

No.

Not really. So here's the bargain. Oh.

A bargain? Yeah.

Keep your redemption.

Your second chance.

I'll return all your damn souls with no strings attached.

Just get me back.

No, I can't, Mr. Stone. This is too good.

This has to be a lesson you'll never forget.

Damn! If I could only alter time. Make these eight excruciating minutes last

forever.

You can't.

Can you?

You can't alter time.

You can't mess with reality at all.

You can only mess with my perception of reality.

None of this is real, is it?

I'm not in New York.

I'm not even in a cemetery.

You know anything about faith?

Faith? I was present at its creation.

Look at you now. You really think faith is going to set you free?

Y 'all be kind enough to kiss the floor.

Let's not be getting heroic now.

Get that money out.

Open the drawer, please.

What are you looking at, doll face?

Drop it!

You're a real pest, you know that?

And I'm done dealing with you.

Oh my God, everybody move,

move, move.

Let's go.

No,

no.

No, this. This way.

This way. Come on.

Let's go. Let's go.

I think you're right, Ezekiel.

You should keep your distance.

For now.

Look at her.

She's so spooked.

She'll be alright.

This will all just be a blur to her.

So beautiful.

And you're happy to see her.

Aren't you? You're not troubled at all. Yeah.

I guess so.

So, then don't underestimate yourself again. The world is full of Roslins.

And they need you to succeed.

Never mind what my brother says.

Yours is a divine purpose, Ezekiel.

He'd freak if he heard that.

Good, let him freak.

Thanks. You're welcome.

Oh, there's one more thing you should know.

Your fate.

But never determined until you killed Gilbert Jacks.

All in all, you lived a good life, Ezekiel.

Have faith.

Your work's appreciated.

Let's go down to the war

Coming inside out.

Coming inside out.