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You're sure it's the one?

There is no way they could have made a mistake.

No way, it's the one.

Ohhh... shit.

You afraid?

Of what?

Of what they say.

What do they say?

That you'll die.

That's what they say? That I'll die?

- Yep. - That's ridiculous.

You didn't open it, did you?

Did you?

Hello.

- Can I help you? - What do you want?

We didn't order any food.

You're looking for 964.

This is 962.

Eric?

Eric?

Eric.

Eric!

Eric, you in there?

Eric!

Eric... Eric.

Eric.

Eric.

Help me.

Come on, Kelly. Slap on the war paint. Let's go!

I'm coming.

So... Where do you want me?

The usual?

No... I'm feeling daring. you pick today.

This is boring.

No complaining. You're a model. You get paid to be two things...

Beautiful...

And quiet.

I want some creative pictures taken of me sometime.

Like those.

Do you know the artist who took those?

Yeah.

Could you, um...

put me in touch with him?

I'll, um...

take care of you if you tell me.

Jennifer?

Jack... this is Jennifer. My new discovery.

Nice to meet you, Jack.

Me too, Jennifer.

How did you get the nickname "Limpy"?

I've seen you walk and you don't limp.

- You, uh... run along now. - Okay.

Jesus, Sparky. What bus station did you find her in?

Jack... I'm insulted.

She doesn't even look legal.

Take it easy, she's legal.

I may be in the pornography trade

but I'm not without a sense of morality.

How was your session this afternoon with Kelly?

It was fine.

That's... uh, not very imaginative, Jack.

Yeah, like you need the money.

Oh, I guess you're right.

These are the black and whites.

I'll pick up the color ones, from the lab tomorrow.

Why do you waste your time with these?

I do them because I like the way they look.

You like the way those look, Jack.

Those are art. Erotica.

We're not discussing art.

We're discussing pornography.

Art and pornography don't mix, Jack. Trust me.

Erotica is... is softer...

let's the imagination fill in the blanks.

Pornography celebrates the explicitness of detail.

Fortunately, you have talent at both ends of the spectrum.

You put a lot of thought into this.

It's called education, Jack.

I've earned degrees in Philosophy, Theology and Art.

And you end up with... that.

With your credentials you shouldn't be peddling porn.

You should be a professor.

Or a priest.

Did you meet Limpy while studying Theology?

I've known him much longer than that.

Alright ladies, let's go.

We'll see you tomorrow, Jack.

Oh and... uh, don't forget to deliver the stills

to our... nocturnal friend downstairs.

- Hey, Nibbles, what's up? - Hey, Jack.

New meat for the website.

Yeah, I'll pick up the color ones from the lab tomorrow.

You don't have to do this, you know?

There are plenty of other jobs, for someone

with your type of skills--

It's just, the picture quality would be so much better

if you'd quit giving me photographs

and start giving me digital files.

Digital sucks.

It always looks flat and lifeless.

No soul. No emotion.

Besides, I don't think the low-lifes that look at this site

care about image quality.

Ancient technology.

There's nothing you can shoot on film

that can't be done digitally.

- The end of art. - Art-schmart, boo-hoo.

What the hell do you do with all those?

You can never have too many batteries, Jack.

I gotta back up the system.

The system?

The system, Jack, the one who runs all of this.

Those batteries run all this?

Yeah... but that's not what I'm talking about...

I'm talking about the whole enchilada.

The world.

Information as we know it.

They're making everything simpler

so that it's easier to monitor, your every move.

- They? - They keep track of everything.

They know every...

seemingly insignificant detail, about your life.

It's no joke, Jack. They're watching...

and it's all going on your permanent record.

My permanent record?

You sound like my junior high principal.

Next you'll be telling me I have so much potential

if I would just learn to apply myself.

I swear, if I had a dollar for every teacher who told me that--

- I'd be a reformer. - Hey, Scooter.

Hey. Besides, I haven't applied myself since high-school

and look at me now.

I'm an executive, in the fast-paced world

of information technologies.

You're V.P. of a company with two employees.

and you're late.

One bullet from the top.

Okay.

See you later.

- Eee... - Sorry.

Wait.

Remember you wouldn't take me when I wanted to?

- You're so beautiful. - No, I'm not.

- Let's not go out tonight JACK: Okay.

Jack!

Wait right here.

- Hello. - Jack, it's Alex.

Jack?

Come on in.

Oh, man, that is strong.

Talk about cutting through a hangover.

I thought you quit drinking.

- Not a drop in two years. - Really?

Taken any?

No, Alex, I haven't.

Hey, don't get all snippy with me, Jack.

Remember I'm not just your agent, I'm your friend,

I have been for years.

I mean, you may have given up on yourself, but I haven't.

You haven't taken a decent picture in three years.

Since Tina.

- That subject is off limits. - Bullshit.

If you're truly my friend, you'll leave that alone.

- I have left it alone. - Please.

You're throwing away your career and yourself.

Of all the people I represented, you were on top.

For Christ's sakes, Jack.

You've published four books.

We've gotten into galleries on both coasts.

That's in the past.

Why? Because of Tina?

I said leave it alone.

What is it then?

Look, Alex. I'm really busy today.

Please!

More whack-off garbage for that scumbag Sparky LaRussa?

He pays cash.

You made 10 times more on one gallery showing than you...

Let her go, Jack.

Let her go.

The police aren't even looking for the body anymore.

They're not gonna find the killer.

Three years is a long enough grieving period.

It's time for Jack Fender, the artist, to make a comeback.

Jack Fender the artist, is a creative void.

He is dead.

Why don't you glance at that?

Maybe you find some inspiration.

Jack!

Stop sign, asshole!

Oh, my God, you been shot.

There's a box in the back seat.

Take it.

I live very close. I can call 911,

Jack, take the box.

There are people after it.

Go, before it's to late.

They've already seen you.

You must make sure they don't get it.

You will know, who the right one is.

You... are chosen.

What the hell's going on? What is in the box?

Guard it, but don't look upon it.

Go, Jack.

Wait, how did you know who...

- Yeah? - Jack?

We're here for our photo session.

You haven't forgotten, have you?

Of course not, come on up.

Jack? Jack?

Jack?

Jack!

Ladies, have a seat.

Sorry, I was in the shower.

Shall we get started?

Is there something else on your mind, Jack?

No.

Good, because you are on the verge of capturing

and preserving this moment of her life, Jack.

This moment of peak, physical condition.

Innocence and sensuality. This moment of perfection.

So... should I start with the 9- or the 12-inch dildo?

Kell, what the hell you think you're doing?

Sparky told me you took those pictures, Jack.

Well Sparky doesn't know what the hell he's talking about.

Go back to the bed.

I thought we had an understanding.

Excuse me?

I want my portrait taken.

Well, then go back to the bed.

Sparky?

Where's Limpy?

Getting another drink.

Oh, I get it.

You want me to uphold my end of the bargain first.

What do you think you're doing?

Upholding my end of the bargain.

I blow you and you shoot me like those.

Nobody's blowing anybody.

And nobody is getting their portrait taken.

Hey...

Jack, maybe we should postpone the shoot for this evening.

- No, I'll be alright. - Jack...

This is Sparky you're talking to.

I can see you've got something on your mind.

No, Sparky. Everything's golden.

Girls, uh, get dressed. Tomorrow is another day.

Sparky, I said everything is okay.

Girls, please.

At times like these, I reflect on my own background

and one of my favorite Bible passages: Luke 15:10.

"I tell you, there is rejoicing among the presence

of the angels of God over one sinner who repents."

Sinner?

What're you talking about?

What does that have do with me? I didn't do anything.

We're all sinners, Jack. Even Saint Constantine...

one of the great Caesars of ancient Rome.

He ordered the murder of thousands of Christians.

He even had his own wife murdered.

And he became a saint?

Get some rest, Jack.

It's getting dark.

Guard it, but don't look upon it.

You'll know what to do.

They've already seen you. You... are chosen.

Now it's dark.

Holy shit.

Sorry. Did I scare you?

A little... I didn't think anyone else was here.

I know. Isn't it great?

It's like having your own private pool.

Is this your first time?

I'm a regular actually. I'm usualy here at night.

Late night.

Well, you should come early more often.

This place can be kinda creepy when I'm all by myself.

Well... yeah. Sure.

You can count on it.

I see you again soon.

Iona.

Iona?

Jack.

Did you want to light a candle for someone?

No, thanks.

Did you want to speak with the father?

I can get him for you.

No. It's okay.

I can hear your arteries clogging from here.

- Hey, guys. - I'll take that, Jack.

- Yesterday's shoot? - Yeah.

You know, Jack, if you just shoot digital--

Save your breath.

- Jacks' mind is closed. - Not closed, content.

Okay, Jack, what do you want?

You guys notice anything odd lately?

Like you?

No, like the accident down the street this morning.

What accident?

At the viaduct, two people killed.

A car accident? There's nothing odd about that.

There's probably 20 accidents a day in a city this size.

No, it's more than that.

Just a weird feeling, you know? In the air?

Like, there's a creepy homeless guy outside.

A lot of them, Jack.

- The city's full of them. - This one's different.

He keeps, you know... watching me...

Watching you?

Yeah, from across the street.

Guys, I'm not nuts. There's something going on.

The lady that died in the crash said...

What lady?

We can't help you, Jack, if you don't tell us what happened.

Alright, this woman told me--

Nobody move.

Wait for it...

Wait for it...

Well, what do you know... It works.

What'd I tell you, Jack?

One mans' garbage...

powers another man's multi-level

cross-circuiting phase-shifting transcode network generator.

There's always something happening

under the surface, Jack.

People think what they see in front of them is reality.

It's not. The surface is fragile like the shell of an egg.

It'll crack and reality will come spilling out.

That's... why we hide the truth.

It's safe.

They like it that way.

What you're talking about?

Have you ever looked at the... at the website?

- No, not really. - Look again.

Reality isn't always what you think it is.

Well, that's quite a story, Jack.

She knew your name?

That had to freak you out.

Alex, why'd you bring me here?

I thought this would inspire you.

Get you thinking about a new gallery again, you know?

Oh, that's a piece that...

Fucking stop it!

How much do you remember that night?

Not much.

Just disappeared.

I woke up with a fat lip, bloody nose.

She was gone.

That's all you remember?

No! No!

Yep.

Well, you know...

Sometimes the mind only gives us what we can handle.

So, you never told me what was in the box.

- No? - No.

I never said I opened it.

Well, did you?

No.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Is someone there?

Who is it?

You need some help?

Would you mind getting off of me?

Oh, sorry.

What are you looking at?

No one, I guess.

You do know the boys' locker room is down the hall?

So, are you gonna join me?

No, I already dried off.

So peaceful at night.

I know what you mean.

Is that why you swim alone?

Yeah, high-school swim-team kinda stuck with me.

It's probably the only element of structure in my entire life.

Me too.

Sometimes... when I know I'm alone...

I don't even need this.

Don't let me stop you.

Jack!

What's wrong? Why did you leave?

You said you liked the solitude.

That's not why you left.

No, it's not.

Are you married?

Yes.

What're you doing?

No!

Well, no... I guess not. Not really.

It's just, that it's been... a while, since, you know...

since I been with someone.

- Can you see? No peeking. - No.

Wait right here.

Happy birthday, Jack.

I love you.

Iona?

Reality isn't always what you think it is.

And it's in that box.

Yeah.

Maybe there's a reason you have it.

Father... don't waste your breath

with all the spirituality talk.

I'm about as far as you can get from the type of guy

who should be holding on to it.

There are no mistakes in His plan.

There's always a reason.

It's just not apparent to us yet.

Well... This must be his first.

Because I am definitely the wrong guy.

And what should I do with it?

I don't know, father. It's not my problem now, it's yours.

Well, if it is what you say it is...

It would be wrong of me to accept it.

I'll give you the same information that woman gave me:

Don't look at it... don't let anyone take it from you.

The right person will make themselves known.

Whatever the hell that means.

Well... Mr. Fender, you're not following that advice are you?

I'm outta this shit as of right now.

You made yourself known to me.

You're a holy guy, that's good enough for me.

So there you go.

Good luck to you, father.

Mr. Fender...

I know you feel unworthy of your task...

but... whatever it is in your past

that makes you feel this way...

remember... God forgives you.

You should forgive yourself.

You scared the shit outta me!

Sorry... I found another cell.

Thanks.

Next time you come into a room, say something.

"hello"... flick a light... something.

You noticed what's going on, right?

Yeah.

Signs are appearing more frequently.

And all in the paper, for everyone to see.

No one's noticing.

I got one for the website...

from today's paper.

"Citizens are asked to bring all unregisterd weapons

"to exchange-stations where they will receive a coupon

for a free sub sandwich"

Are the authorities blind?

Does no one see what is happening?

She's beautiful. What's her name?

Iona.

- Exotic. - Yeah.

I don't know, Jack.

They're a little soft for the website.

The religious propping is definitely kinky, though.

- She is not for the site. - Are you sure?

- Oh, she's got a great look. - I'm serious, Sparky.

These are for my new project.

Well... congratulations, Jack.

You've... found your inspiration.

Your Muse.

Where do people think all these guns are going?

They're creating an arsenal

of unregistered, untraceable weapons.

That arrogant parasite, Alex, must be delighted.

- He's been supportive. - He's got his meal ticket back.

- It's not like that, Sparky. - Of course, it's like that.

He's your agent... if you're not out there taking pictures,

- he's not making money. - He's also my friend.

He's been there for me

during some very intense situations.

You don't think he was just protecting his investment?

No.

Interesting choice of subject matter.

- Religion... is Iona religious? - I really don't know.

I'm interested, in how all this fits together--

Alex, Iona, religion...

and the sudden disregard for your ex-wife.

What's the matter, Jack?

Iona keeping you up late?

Come on, Sparky. Stop busting my clams, okay?

- I'll call you tomorrow. - Sure, Jack.

Hello.

Hello?

Iona, is it you?

Who is it?

We're gonna need more batteries.

It's starting.

Where is father Ferrin?

Where is he!

Father Ferrin?

Who do you work for?

Go tell your people they got the wrong guy.

He turned his back on me.

So I turned my back on him.

How could God see fit to do that to one of his messengers?

Is that the God of love and forgiveness?

Where is Scooter?

I knew we needed more batteries.

Let there be light.

Ahh!

Go ahead, have a seat.

Let me put this away.

Well, you were quite the busy little beaver last night.

Do you always wait for girls to fall asleep

before you get busy?

It's not as creepy as it seems.

It's the way the light was hitting you.

I'm mixed up with a lotta stuff that's been going on in my life.

Along with this creative block I've had for a lifetime...

finely... crumbling down.

These images just... kept coming to me.

You have to realize... this hasn't happened

for a long, long time.

It's okay... It's okay.

They're beautiful.

Can I have a copy?

Well, absolutely.

It's an interesting subject matter.

Something in you inspired it.

Is that your book?

You really are an artist.

I thought for a minute there you were just some sicko

that took nudy pictures of girls while they slept.

It's not like that.

These are beautiful.

They say something important about our spirit.

Show me.

Okay. You ready?

No peeking.

Do you have something planned for the finale?

The most special of all?

I'm working on it.

Okay.

Good morning.

Morning.

I thought you were gonna take a powder on me

like you did the other day.

Well, I was going to... but then you woke up.

Last night was beautiful.

You ready for round two?

Doggie.

Is that all I am, just your little tart?

Of course not.

I have to go.

When you go, where is it you go to?

You're not getting all possessive on me, are you?

I'm not getting possessive.

I don't think it's outta line

for me to know a couple things...

about the girl I'm f-f... photographing.

Very funny.

Well... my favorite food is falafel.

Favorite movie... is The Godfather.

I love the dangerous gangster type.

My parents have been in this country for--

Alright, already.

Don't make me feel guilty, for wanting to know about you.

I'm not trying to make you feel guilty.

I just can't be late for class.

Jack, you've outdone yourself.

- You think? - Oh, yeah.

Totally sexy and completely blasphemous.

We are gonna make a fortune.

What do you mean?

Jack, don't you see it?

This is gonna completely piss people off.

We're gonna get so much press and publicity on this.

This isn't supposed to offend anybody.

Actually it's just the opposite.

You got a nude woman

with a ceremonial incense burner between her legs

and it looks like she's touching herself.

You don't think people are gonna be offended by that?

I'm trying to show the beauty

and spirituality of both objects...

they're connected... one and the same.

That's your interpretation, but trust me,

not everyone's gonna get that.

And frankly, I'm not sure if I want 'em too.

She is beautiful.

Who is she?

Just some girl I met.

Feels like I know her, or I've seen her someplace before.

Her name is Iona.

Like... the Isle of Iona?

I don't know.

There is this place where they hid

a bunch of religious icons

and relics... you know, like... the Holy Grail.

What?

Yeah, I read about it someplace.

Are you screwing with me?

No, check it out...

You know what? You probably read the same article.

That's where all this religious icon stuff is coming from.

Something wrong, Jack?

No.

Scooter!

Scooter!

Is it safe?

Jesus Christ!

- Is it safe or not? - Yeah...

- Tell me. - Yes, it's safe.

- They cannot find it? - No, I don't think so.

That's not good enough.

Don't die on me, God damn it.

Don't leave me.

I don't know what I'm doing

or why I have this thing.

How will I know, who to give it to? When?

Who do I trust?

Trust no one.

It was always meant for you.

This is your time.

The time of great battle.

Don't die on me.

- Embrace your faith. - No.

This is what I'm telling you.

I have none.

I lost it because of Tina.

Yours is the strongest of all.

What the fuck is going on?

Hello.

Jack, come outside right now.

Who could have done that?

Evil comes in many packages...

Human, supernatural...

Supernatural, Nibbles?

Come on, what're you telling me?

We've been tracking all this for a long time, Jack.

You and Scooter?

We're worldwide.

There are thous... tens of thousands of us preparing.

Trying to... keep the others from getting to it first, but,

facilitating and clearing the way, clearing the vision.

For what, Nibbles? Who?

The prophecies were right, the second coming

will happen in the second millennium, just...

just not in the way everyone thought.

Not in the... imperfection of flesh and blood as us.

Uncorrupted purity... The true language of God.

Binary code. A one or a zero.

Right-Wrong, Dark-Light, Good-Evil.

Artificial intelligence.

Is that what you people think?

The end of the world?

No, Jack... not the end... the beginning.

Scooter, father Ferrin and some homeless guy getting murdered

fits in how?

- Martyrs. - How do you fit in?

Or me for that matter?

It's all gonna fall into place, make perfect sense,

and be beautiful.

This is an exciting time.

It's happening now, Jack. We're...

We'll find out who's been right all this time.

What our place will be...

this is so cool.

Have you ever heard of the Isle of Iona?

No... but it sounds like a beautiful place.

I'm sure it is. But you never heard of it.

I want to finish the project tonight.

I want to see the finale.

They all know it's coming.

Something doesn't feel right.

It's being rewritten.

I know who you are and what you're after.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Alex, what're you doing?

Oh, hello, Jack.

What the fuck is going on?

Things aren't what they seem.

Not so fast, Jack.

This one here is getting exactly what she deserves.

What the hell is the matter with you?

Remember I told you, I had a feeling about this one?

Turns out I was right.

She's been after only one thing from the very start.

I don't know what he's talking about.

The Grail, Jack.

It's important you give it to me and not to her.

How'd you know it was the Grail?

If you give it to her, she'll destroy it.

We can't let that happen.

Jack... he's gone crazy.

- Don't listen-- - Shut her up!

Let her go and I'll let you have it.

This is the protector.

This doesn't have to be a bloodbath.

But that's exactly what I'm dressed for.

You still think this is the girl to open your soul to, Jack?

Iona.

Stop there, Iona.

Iona.

Come on, Jack... Like you haven't wanted to?

- For Tina? - No!

What're you talking about?

He didn't have anything to do with it.

No! No!

None of this is good for your career, Jack.

It's definitely not good for your health.

I think it'd be best for everyone involved

if the next time she tries this...

you don't stop her.

It wasn't his fault.

Jack...

he talked you into it.

It was suicide.

Was it, Jack?

I didn't murder her.

Well, who could blame you?

- She was crazy. - She wasn't crazy.

- She was sick. - Alright... sick.

Alex...

He said we needed to hide.

And why is that?

Because of the book, it was about to come out.

We couldn't risk the press, it would've ruined everything.

Not the book, Jack, he was protecting his investment.

And you.

It's very good.

He was working you.

Positioning himself for when it passed to you.

So, you didn't tell me what was in the box.

I never said I opened it.

It was a place where they hid a lot

of their religious artifacts and relics...

You know, like the Holy Grail.

I actually did you quite a favor.

He would have killed you, you know?

Now... let's go get... that trinket.

All your dirty little secrets in one hiding place.

Open it.

Where is she?

Don't give it to her, Jack!

Nibbles.

A guy name Nibbles is coming to your aid.

Drop the knife.

Nibbles...

I just want this all to be over.

It can be... Jack.

- Just hand me the box. - Simmer down, missy.

Jack, I've seen the prophecies.

It's you, Jack. You are the chosen protector.

Why me? Of all people?

Who shows love and forgiveness. His grace--

Ahh!

Nibbles... I still have so many questions.

Who're those people I keep seeing?

Past protectors...

they're watching out for you.

He knows your faith...

protects you now, Jack.

Don't you still find her beautiful?

I do.

All the more beautiful because you killed her.

Jack!

No more.

Now is that really the fitting behavior of The One?

Her bipolar episodes were getting worse.

And she was sick of taking her God damn pills.

All I could do was hold her.

She twisted her body. And she was gone.

No!

Alex.

It's Jack...

She just didn't want to live that way anymore.

Suicide's a sin, Jack.

And you're just as guilty as she is.

- Please, forgive me. - That's enough.

Tough guy.

I waited 200 years

to pose with my blood dripping into the chalice

that represents the blood of your Christ.

Now give it to me.

Bravo, Jack, you've done it.

You saved the world.

Sparky.

Oh, my...

Hello, Iona.

- I recognize your work. - You're in on this too?

Oh, we've all had to assume double lives

in order to keep it safe.

Yeah... I guess so.

You've, uh, actually done quite well in your time.

Now you can go back to your life.

We'll take the box.

Limpy...

Now, now, Jack.

He's not the one in charge.

I've got the gun. Remember?

Nobody's gettin' it.

Now is not the time to get all holy, murderer.

Jack, you are a murderer, a sinner.

Your faith is weak.

That's close enough, Sparky, you can

fuck with his head from over there.

Jack... what you've endured up to this point

is a... single grain of sand in the hour-glass of what's coming.

Is your faith strong enough?

Of course not.

That's why people want the trinket in the first place.

Who are you're people?

Why are they threatened by it?

And you, Sparky...

Who's errand boy are you?

Oh...

Jack's getting all defiant.

Very nice, don't you think so, Iona?

Well done, Jack.

Really is quite a shame.

Such a beautiful girl.

Alex and I have admired her passion for centuries.

You know I'm not gonna let you have it.

The angels' original battle for Heaven was a scuffle

compared to the next war.

It's gonna last a long, long time.

And it ain't gonna be pretty.

Millions upon millions will perish

because of what you will need to do.

Will you be able to live with that?

You magically recovered your lost faith, Jack.

Is it strong enough to stop a bullet?

There's no peroxide, only rubbing alcohol.

Jennifer.

Champagne...

It's time to celebrate.

No. No.

I understand you need a statement

but he is totally unresponsive.

With an injury like this he could be in a coma for weeks.

Nibbles and the woman from the crash, said I was chosen.

It is hard to deny that I walked away

from a gun shot to the head.

And I'm the only one who can look at the Grail...

and live.

Jack...

Sparky warned me about all the horrible things

I'd have to do to keep it safe.

Maybe I am the guy for the job.

All I know for sure is... now it's dark.

The dark times.

And the battle rages just below the surface.

There's countless groups... religions...

governments after it...

They all have their reasons.

Sparky, Alex, Iona, were just the first.

Keeping the Grail safe isn't easy.

I'm constantly on the move.

On guard.

I'll just stay the course until I get the sign

that woman talked about.

Welcome to my life.

Jack Fender, pornographer, murderer...

Saint.