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In the beginning,
there was only the Word.

And with the Word, He spoke into being

the realm of Heaven and its angels.

And He spoke into being the
sun, the moon and the stars.

And then the Earth, its
oceans and its beasts.

And finally, He spoke into
being His masterpiece:

Us.

And we were His children,

to love, keep and protect.

Placed above all others,

we were His most cherished creation,

most beloved on Earth and in Heaven.

This was the Word as it
was spoken to the prophets

and then it was handed down to us.

The Word of God, our Father in Heaven.

And a thousand generations

found shelter in that Word.

So here we are tonight.

The Word becomes flesh and blood.

Our flesh and blood.

And I got news.

The Lord, He didn't keep his Word.

No, He backed out on it.

He abandoned His kids a long time ago

and He ain't payin' child support.

Am I right, Maggie?

- You got that right, preacher boy.

- Brothers and sisters, our
Father is a deadbeat dad!

- Amen to that.

- That's right.

And we can all forget
about the divine plan,

because there is no divine plan.

It's a blind universe out there, friends.

Our lives are nothing but a
chain of unrelated accidents.

Get used to it!

- Get used to it!

- Bad things happen
to good people for no reason.

Get used to it.

- Get used to it!

- Good things,

they happen to bad people for no reason.

Get used to it!

- Get used to it!

- Say it again!
- Get used to it!

- I can't hear youl!
- Get used to it!

- Do you want salvation?

- We want salvation!

- Do you want it now?

- We want it now!

- God is dead!

- God is not dead. He
just doesn't give a damn.

- Please, help me. Please.

Oh, God.

No!

No!

- Oh! Praise the Lord.

It's done.

No...no...

I did what you told me.
The blasphemer is dead.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, but I couldn't.

Pushed me out of the way before...

I'm sorry.

I can find him again.

I can.

I can!

Yes, yes.

Please.

No. Don't go.

Oh, don't leave me alone.

Please?

Please?

- Hey, Joseph.

L-282's mom wants his corneas back.

- Did you give her the gift of sight rap?

- Yep. Says they were
harvested without her consent.

She wants her kid to go
to the next world intact.

- Hmm.

- "Take heed, you senseless ones.

Does He who formed the eye not see?"

- Huh?

- Psalm 94. Deal with it, Carl.

All right. Let's see what we have here.

Ah, lead poisoning.

Okay, Rasputin, what
army did you piss off?

All right, let's do a
liver temp. Thermometer.

Do the honors.

- Okay.

- Hey. The liver's thataway, Magellan.

There you go.

T.O.D. approximately 8:00 p.m.

All right. See what else we
got on our John Doe here.

um...

Danyael Rosales.

Danyael. Funny spelling.

Father unknown, mother
Valerie Rosales, deceased.

Valerie Rosales.

Oh, Jesus.

It's starting again.

It all comes back, over and over.

Again and again. Never stops, never ends.

- What do you mean?

Look. Look at that burn pattern. Look.

- It's like...

- Go on.

It's like she got hit with
napalm and never moved.

- Yeah, all right.

These are from the scene.

- Okay.

- You get hit with a blast like that,

don't you curl up into a
tighter ball, expose less skin?

- Are you asking me?

- I've asked myself a thousand times.

I don't know. Look at the body position.

- I'm lookin".

- Closer.

Closer.

It's like she was shielding something.

- Yes.

Yeah.

That something...

was her child.

She was protecting her child.

You gave him your life.

That still wasn't enough.

- So you, uh, personally
knew the victim, huh?

- We go back.

I know him from before the big bang.

- The big bang? When
exactly was the big bang?

- The beginning.

- Goodnight, Joseph.

- Yeah, goodnight Kyle.

All right, look. I'm gonna let you go,

but I may have to call you back

later on down the line
as a material witness.

- Gabriel.

Is there no last name?

I mean, is it like

the Artist Formerly Known
as Yanni, or something?

- Sting.

- I thought it was Yanni,

shows you how far out of touch I am.

Is that address current, Gabriel?

I can tell you in two words.

Un. Fortunately.

- Is that with a hyphen?

- Slash.

- Date of birth?

There's no date of
birth here, why is that?

I asked the woman at the
Department of Motor Vehicles

that same question.

She told me not to bother
her on her coffee break.

- D.M.V.

All right, why don't you
tell me? How old are you?

- Thirty-nine.

Hmm.

How old do I look?

Be cruel.

- I'll just put down 39 instead, huh?

Right, then.

- You know what?

The fact is, I'm old enough
to know better, Sparky.

- What'd you call me?

- That's what they called you
when you were a kid, right?

You did good.

- ‘Cause I want the --

- Get in there.

- Can you buzz me in, Clark?

- Where's your morgue?

- That's off-limits to the public, sir.

- A. Z. Jones, FBI.

- That'll be two floors down.

Tunnel access to the sub-basement.

I'm gonna have to ask you
to identify the body, ma'am.

I'm also gonna have to ask you

to wait just a little bit longer here.

There'll be somebody along to help you.

- Thank you.

- I always knew we'd see each other again,

but I never thought
you'd look so different.

- We become the thing we fear.

I let myself go.

- Obviously. Or I wouldn't be here.

- Ah.

- I need the heart.

You, more than anyone, know what he is.

He's their last hope.

- I never know what
side you're on, Zophael.

- Well, that should be
infinitely clear to you now.

Come back to us.

We can retake what's rightfully ours.

We can make it like it
was before the monkeys.

Remember?

Or has this place completely
befouled your senses?

- I like it here.

I even learned to drive.

- You know what your one flaw is, Gabriel?

You only see what you want to see.

Have you ever looked around?

Our Creator poured all
His grace into this world,

but do you see it?

Do you see it anywhere?

- Not yet.

Destroying Heaven is not
what I was up to, Zophael.

Not even Lucifer is that arrogant.

Go on.

Out of my way. Monkey.

- I had to know.

Thank you for not jamming.

- Where did he go, Joseph?

- What?

- Where is he?

- No.

You don't just stand there straight-faced

and tell me he walked right out of here.

- You don't do that.

- I'm sorry.

- Sorry? How am I supposed
to take that, huh?

- Probably the same way I have
for a very long time. Badly.

- I just lost the only thing I cared about

in this whole fucked up universe.

You haven't seen badly, sir. Not yet.

- What's it like to wake up as dead meat,

with the buzzards circling?

- Do I know you?

- I know you from before you were born.

Both times.

Zophael. Spy of God.

Bridge between rebel and
loyal factions within Heaven.

His true allegiance is
unclear from religious texts.

My kingdom for a straight answer.

Pyriel.

Pyriel.

Who the hell is Pyriel?

- He died in my arms.

- T.O.D. was 8:00 p.m.

That was taken six hours later.

- Look, I still don't believe
what you're tryin' to tell me.

- I was afraid of that.

All right, let's go.

- Where?

There are things that
ghosts and civil servants

just shouldn't know.

No.

You drive.

- Danyael.

- Embryos and idiots.

I hate this place.

- "In the final hour shall come one born

with the heart of an angel
and the soul of a man."

Ever hear of a nephilim?

- A what?

- Take your vitamins, Vincent. Good boy.

- Nephilim. Half angel, half man.

Old Testament's chock full of 'em.

They're very nasty guys.

And very, very hard to kill.

- Am I right, or am I right, Boris?

- Are you saying Danyael's a nephilim?

- Am I?

I guess I am.

- Do you really believe that?

- I've had four gutted hermaphrodites

burned to black pitch right under my nose.

I've had one cop, my best friend,

driven insane by the angels
shrieking in his head,

before somehow spontaneously combusting

in a madhouse he had
mistaken for a monastery.

A pretty young woman, now
dead, knocked up by a stranger

who left her three months
pregnant in only 48 hours.

And just yesterday, a young
man, allegedly her son,

shot up six ways to sundown,
crawled out of a drawer

and waltzed out like Lazarus.

So yeah, I'm pretty much open

to a buffet of possibilities.

Any suggestions?

- No.

- What's the D for?

- Uh, doughnut.

- I'll take one of those

with the colored fragments on it.

Did you see a young man about this tall,

dark hair, dark brown
jacket, come in here earlier?

- Look.

That'll be 63 cents for the doughnut,

and about, uh, 50 bucks
for the recollection.

- What kind of an answer is that?

- A minimum wage answer.

You answer my question,

or I'll personally see to it

that you spend the next
millennium chained to a damp wall,

wondering just what it is
that's been winding its way

up through your bowels
for the last 750 years.

- Cool.

Look. The dude came in here
about a half an hour ago

and scarfed down about two dozen

mixed in less than five minutes.

He was, like, on this serious sugar rush,

you know what I mean?

- Spontaneous tissue
regeneration tends to do that.

- What?

- Where is he now?

- Oh.

Hiding in shit. Just like a monkey.

No matter how many times you tell them,

they never seem to learn.

You must always, always remove the heart.

- What are you?

- Judgment.

- Don't push your luck.

- Ah? Ah?

Crazy me.

Nice coat.

- Killing you would be so easy.

Yeah, fried food can Kill
me. A mugger can kill me.

You're not so special down here, Jones.

- How do you bear what
you've become, Gabriel?

You, who were once
exalted above all others.

- You been with a woman, Zophael?

It's like dying.

You moan and cry out.

You get to a spot that has
you begging for release.

Once, I was an angel of death.

Now, I die every day when I have the cash.

Enough about me. You must be scared.

What if you lose?

You must be scared you
might become like me, right?

- Yes.

- My dying memory is being in your arms.

I remember slipping away and thinking,

god, how lucky I was to
hold you one last time.

But I kept slipping.

Until all around me,
there were just bodies.

- I don't understand.

- No!

- Maggie, get out of here.

Get out!

- No, Danyael, no!

- Maggie, get out of here.

- No!

No, Danyael! Please, please don't go.

- Maggie, I said go!

- 9-1-1.

- How does it feel, Danyael,

to know that you're almost perfect?

If not for the monkey inside you.

- What am I to you?

What is this?

I said, what is this and
why am I drawn to it?

- Pyriel.

- Who?

- The whited sepulcher.

The next God.

- Help me, please. Come closer.

I tried to reason with him.

I tried everything I could.

- Help's on the way.

- Good. That's good.

There, now. That's better.

Please, let me explain.

Looking for these?

- Take the car, you can have it.

- I'm afraid that won't do.

After you.

Yes, yes, I know.

You keep a gun under the
front seat of your car

ever since you were robbed
in that dark cul-de-sac,

in that very, very bad part of town.

But the idea of actually using it

is a bit...what, repulsive?

So therefore, you keep
the bullets stashed safely

in the glove box.

I'm not here to hurt you.

Promise.

- Is this the best you can do?

Do we have a problem?

- Look, why do you even need me, huh?

Can't drive.

I believe this can go faster.

- Sure, whatever you say.

- We really don't have time for this!

Monkey.

Good trick with the car.

I'll have to remember that.

Just jerk the wheel to
the right and -- wow.

- I swear to God, I'll use this.

- I'm sure you will.

But why don't we just talk instead?

- Don't!

I said don't!

- Fact: I am an angel.
I'm also your friend.

We can both help each other,

but you're going to have to
be willing to listen to me.

Are you ready to listen?

I usually measure time in eons,

but in this particular
case, every second counts.

Please. I told you, I'm
not here to hurt you.

We both see things the
same way, you and I.

A world abandoned by the Creator.

A universe in chaos.

Danyael Rosales saw it, too.

He saw it more clearly than any of us.

But he's lost his way now.

He's been deceived by my brothers,

who still cling to old ways, old truths,

who still harbor some cold, empty faith

that our beloved Father
shall somehow return

and deliver us from this
wasteland, this killing field.

But that will never,
never happen, Magdalena.

You know it. I know it.

And most of all, Danyael Rosales knew it.

Until now.

- Why?

- Because he's being driven
by forces beyond his control.

- Where's he going?

- He's going to stop our savior,

the only one who can
set things right again

with Heaven and Earth.

- Savior?

- His name is Pyriel.

It means, "light of Heaven."

He came here in the first war,

led the army of God that cast Lucifer

to a far more distant shore.

And here he's remained.

- Is he evil?

- No, no. Evil is the realm of darkness.

Pyriel is the light.

He is the shining beacon that will lead us

from an eternity of rotting despair,

unless Danyael's there to stop him.

- Why would he do something like that?

- Shh.

Magdalena.

We've always communicated
with your kind through voices.

Voices. Voices that make
saints weep and zealots Kill.

Voices that drive an angry
mob to incinerate a mother,

desperately shielding her little boy.

It is those same voices
that now speak to Danyael.

- Danyael would never listen to them.

- Whatever was human in Danyael Rosales

died before he rose from that morgue.

He is no longer your Danyael.

You know it. You felt it.

Didn't you?

- Why should I believe you?

- 'Cause you have to.

- Everywhere I go, you're there.

I close my eyes, you're there.

Ever since I can remember.

- You're no man. You're a boy,
running from his dead mama.

Was the boy thinking...

Was he thinking about destiny?

Do you think he'll live
to see another day?

So many who want him dead.

Yet he gets by. Does
he stop to wonder why?

Does he think he might
be here for a purpose?

Does he wonder what that purpose is?

I do. Every moment of my existence.

Before you were born,

I tried to rip you from
your mama's womb. I failed.

The Sword of Heaven could not
still this tiny mortal heart.

How come?

It's not being here that perplexes me.

It's the not knowing.

How come you? What could you mean?

Do you know who?

- Nothing.

- Clearly the facts say otherwise.

You're the Word.

Whatever it is you're destined
to commit upon this Earth,

it's His will, it's what He wants.

No angel, however powerful,

can be anything but the messenger.

Danyael, you're a message, and now,

for the first time in a gazillion years,

I get to know what it is.

I get to know what that message is.

- Okay, I did my time in Sunday school.

If this Pyriel's like the
Second Coming or something,

how come I don't know anything about him?

- Maybe you just chose the wrong religion.

- I dreamed of you.

I'm Mary.

I know the enemy ghost.

Last night, I dreamed
the end of one history

and the beginning of another.

The darkness was met by the
coming of a great warrior.

I dreamed of you.

You look smaller in person.

- Tell me something. Do
you still love your God?

The truth.

- As much as He loves me.

- Say, ma'am, I wonder
if you could tell me

how to get to Gila Flats.

- Yeah. It's, um...

It's over on the Hualapai reservation.

I don't suppose you could
be just a tad more specific.

Madge.

- Where's your friend?

Oh, you have a long memory.

Rachel is, uh... under the weather.

She's bedridden.

But I'll tell her you inquired.

- What do you want?

- Everything.

But to begin,

I need some coffee, fresh-brewed,

Sweet N Low, non-dairy creamer,

small grapefruit juice, three
eggs, yolks firm, not hard,

bacon crisp, hash browns, dry wheat toast,

butter on the side,

and a portion of your
famous blackberry jam.

It's gonna be a long day.

- Remember, we're here
to stop him, that's all.

And nobody gets hurt.

- Go up the hill and turn.

- I suppose you caught his scent.

- Something like that.

There.

You've done well, I'm proud of you.

Do not lose him.
- I won't!

- Okay. Now what?

- Go faster.

- What's that?

- Ignore it.

- Don't let up.
- I won't!

- Turn left.

Hard left.

- I don't see him.

- He's there.

- Jesus!

- Faster.

- We'll run him over!

- Exactly.

- I can't do that!

- I told you what's at stake here.

That wasn't the deal. Nobody
was supposed to get hurt.

- How did you think we were
going to stop him, Magdalena,

with a prayer?

- I don't know, but not like this!

- He's almost at the
destination, we have to kill him.

We have no choice.
- I do.

- I'm warning you.

- Whoever you are, whatever
you are, I'm not afraid of you.

- You should be.

She's still in there, Danyael.

Dying, I suspect.

Not that that really matters.

So this is what it must
feel like to be human.

- Not quite.

Maggie.

- Danyael.

Danyael?

- I'm here.

- Look behind you.

- This is what it feels like to be human.

- Bring her back.

- I can't.

- You have to.

- What are you afraid of?

- Nothing.

- Why so desperate to get her back?

‘Cause you know what Heaven's
gonna be like for her

if you don't finish what you start.

- Are you an angel?

- Once upon a time.

- I don't want to die.

- No.

- Who are you?

- Gabriel.

- Hold my hand, Gabriel.

Please.

Oh, God. I'm so afraid.

- Don't be afraid.

- Where is Danyael?

- He's fighting. For you.

- Pyriel. Pyriel.

- The child
of divine fornication.

- What do you want from me?

- I have come to help the monkeys perish

by mutual slaughter.

And then sow the Earth with a better seed.

Genocide. It happens now and then.

Turn away, Nephilim.

Blight not and keep warm.

- Fuck you.

- There is no such thing as destiny.

You above all should know that.

- What am I doing here?

- The one thing your kind excels at.

Dying.

- It's not a mindless, indifferent,
blind universe, Danyael.

It never was.

Get used to it.

Shh.

- In the end, there's
still the Word everywhere.

In Heaven and its angels,
the Earth and the stars,

even in the darkest
part of the human soul.

It was there the Word burned brightest.

And for a moment, it was blinding.