The Prophecy Page #2
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before the wolves
start circling, okay?
Take your time.
"And there were angels
who could not accept...
the lifting of man
above them,
and, like Lucifer, rebelled against the
armies of the loyal archangel Michael.
And there rose
a second war in Heaven. "
"Lieutenant to the seraph
or archangel Gabriel. "
Gabriel.
Simon.
Over here!
Mamacita.
Hey, cutie!
Hey, don't let the door hit you!
One-one thousand,
two-one thousand,
three-one thousand,
four-one thousand,
five-one thousand,
six-one thousand,
seven-one thousand,
eight-one thousand,
nine-one thousand,
ten-one thousand.
You guys,
I know you're here.
You guys.
I know
you're in here.
Hello there, young lady.
Hi.
I'm Simon.
What's your name?
- Mary.
- Mary!
Mary.
That's a pretty name.
- Does Miss Henley know you're here?
- No, she doesn't.
No one does.
And I would like to keep it like that,
if we can.
Do you think that you could not
tell anyone that I'm here,
just for
a little while?
Okay.
Mary!
- Come on!
- Come on! Come on!
- I have to go.
- Let's go!
Do you have to?
Are you hungry?
That would be very nice,
Mary.
Okay. Bye.
# We belong together
# I'll always love ya #
# We're stuck like glue #
# I wanna be
your best friend too #
# I wanna be
your best friend too ##
Gee, Jerry, you look like sh*t.
- Leave me alone, Gabriel.
- Soon, pal, soon.
- Come here.
- Go away.
Come here.
left in you.
- F*** you.
- Hmm.
I want you
to do something for me.
- Why don't you just let me die?
- Soon.
Honest.
Don't start.
You know how I hate that.
I'm so tired.
I'm so goddamn tired.
Watch the profanity.
One more favor.
- What?
- I want you to get something for me.
Some personal effects the cops took
from the Gable Apartments...
on Seventh Street.
It'll be sitting in a property room
on San Julian.
And you just want me to waltz right
in there like this, right?
Go in during
a shift change.
- You got the name the stuff is under?
- John Doe.
- Oh. Why doesn't that surprise me?
- Number 12.
Bus fare.
7-8-25, code six.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Final spectrometry came back on that
fancy Bible of yours.
If that new chapter's
a forgery, it's an old one.
second century.
That would make this Bible
So don't lose it.
How's the translation
going?
Well, from what I can
make out so far,
this thing seems to be mostly about
angels and the second war in Heaven.
Over what?
Us. Humans.
It says when God gave us a soul
and they started this war.
Really? You translated all of that?
Well, when did it end?
It doesn't say it did.
It does prophesy a little, though.
Come on.
Let me show you something.
It's been a while here,
so bear with me.
a dark soul,
and this soul will eat other dark
souls and so become their inheritor.
This soul will not rest in an angel
but a man, and he shall be a warrior. "
Nice.
Very nice.
Let me ask you something.
Why wouldn't God just
get rid of the bad angels?
I don't know. I don't know.
Maybe He can't.
- Maybe He won't.
- Come on.
Don't be so serious.
It's not like all this is real.
Well, what's in the basement
is real.
And according to this,
it's got a name.
Remember that symbol
on his neck?
According to some ancient
Hebrew cabalists,
that's angelic script
Are you saying we have
a dead angel on ice?
Baseball Game,
Faint]
Ball three.
- I'm gonna need to see a pass.
- Shh.
- Yeah.
- Stop it.
- Dork!
- It's over. Back to the real world of learning.
Wait up.
Brian,
have you seen Mary?
- I think she's out back.
- Allison?
We haven't seen her
since lunch.
Were you upstairs?
Mm-hmm. All right.
Until I get back
I want everyone reading...
and being quiet.
Mary?
Mary?
- Mary, come here.
- But Simon and I were...
Now.
Ohh.
I'm not mad at you. I just want you
to go back to class. Okay?
- Bye.
- Bye.
This is school property.
You can't sleep here.
It wasn't part of the plan.
Are you all right?
Not really.
I'll have to call
the police.
I wish you wouldn't
do that.
They can help you.
No.
Not me.
Please leave, Katherine.
Hi.
Well, now.
I thought you left.
I hid.
I'm very clever.
Oh, yes, you are.
Very clever.
Mary,
I have very little time left.
And since you have been
so nice to me,
there's something that I would very much
like to give to you.
What?
Something very special.
Can you keep a secret?
What is it?
Come here.
Come here.
It's okay. Come here.
You're a very clever girl.
Close your eyes.
Mary?
Oh, honey.
- Are you okay?
- I don't feel good.
Did you...
Did you eat something?
- Can I go home now?
- Come on.
It's okay.
Emma?
Mary got really sick in school
and I thought she should come home.
I don't feel very good,
Grandma.
Come on, sweetie.
It's all right.
I'll have the school
send for a doctor.
He was just lying
up there.
Most of my deputies are at a tanker
spill right now and they may be a while.
These people are rarely
any problem.
I'll have one of the boys come down by
tonight or tomorrow and shoo him out for ya.
All right. I mean, as, as,
as soon as you can.
He was kind of strange.
All right, thanks.
Looks like one of those snow angels
we used to make as kids, you know.
Lay down on
a clean snowbank,
swing your arms
up and down.
You know what this means,
don't you?
Our friend's cleaned out all our
evidence on Mr. Doe here, everything.
Yeah.
- Guard get a good look at who nailed him?
- Yeah.
Tall.
Smiled a lot.
I think I have to go.
- Where?
- Chimney Rock.
Go.
Figure this out.
Then call,
tell me I'm not crazy.
You like the desert,
Jerry?
You promised.
Soon! Don't be a pest
about it.
Never trust a f***ing angel.
I can't see, you know.
Hey, look, man, what the hell
do you need me for, huh?
It's a big universe,
Jerry.
Some things in it
Monkeys. Like you.
Oh. Well,
that's great, Gabe.
Stop!
Stop the car!
Ahh.
I can always smell
a graveyard.
# Last night #
# I went to sleep #
You enjoyin' yourself up there?
I always enjoy
watching you work, Jerry.
How'd I ever get you
in my life?
- Stop. You didn't really want to kill yourself.
- Oh, no, I did, actually.
I did kill myself,
right?
- I mean, I did do it.
- Ahh, technically.
- So you're just keeping me alive.
- Letting you die slower.
Oh, yeah.
Thanks, man. I'm so in your debt.
Thank you, Jerry.
I'm touched.
Ohh! F***.
- Ah.
- Oh, f***.
Don't hurt it.
Ah. There you go.
That's it.
Brush off. That's it.
Be very careful.
Open it up.
Whoa.
Ah, there it is.
Not much to look at.
It's not what's on
the outside that matters.
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