The Prophecy Page #3

It's what's

on the inside.

Oooh!

You are looking at

the cleverest,

meanest, sickest

talking monkey.

I love him.

Time to go.

Gimme a kiss.

It's not here.

- More bad news for the war effort, huh?

- Shut up!

Jerry, come here.

If you were a soul,

where would you hide?

The hell away from you.

- Hi, Simon.

- Hi, Gabriel.

Long time.

You know why I'm here.

Oh, yes.

Don't have it on you,

by chance.

- No.

- No.

That'd be too easy.

Sorry, man.

You know.

Simon.

Get serious.

So, where's the soul?

You know,

bigger than a bread box;

used to occupy the recently dead

Colonel Hawthorne.

You can't keep it from me, Simon.

The stalemate is over.

Why are you doing this,

Gabriel?

I want what's mine.

I bow to no human in Heaven.

- But the Word...

- No one hears the Word anymore. No one!

- Without the Word...

- There's only the argument. I'll not step aside.

I will not allow

any talking monkey...

to take my place.

I'll burn down Heaven

to stop it.

I'm so tired of this war.

Reject the lie, Simon.

Join us.

Help us make it like it was

before the monkeys.

You remember?

We cast out

Lucifer's army.

You and I.

We threw their rebel thrones

from the wall.

- They wanted to be gods.

- I don't want to be a god, Simon.

I just want to make it

like it was before the lie,

when He loved us best.

Oh, Gabriel.

When was it

that you lost your grace?

I'd like to help you,

old friend,

but I can't.

I'm not sure who's right,

who's wrong, but it doesn't matter.

Sometimes you just have to

do what you're told.

That's who we are.

You know,

the great thing...

about a conversation

like this?

You never have to

have it again.

You know the routine.

Yes.

Not yet!

Simon.

I can make this last

forever.

This is getting boring,

Simon.

Hey, man...

Where is it? Where did you put it?

Give it to me!

You're an abomination,

Gabriel.

You'll never

get that soul.

You're a tough one,

friend.

Old school.

What's going on, John?

You may want to skip

this one, Katherine.

Were any of your, uh,

students up here?

Mary.

- How is she?

- Same.

- Has she seen the doctor yet?

- He found nothing.

But something is in her.

So we have called the hand trembler

to find if she must have a sing.

"And there shall be

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. "

How long ago

was he buried?

- Which time?

- "Which time"? What do you mean?

Somebody dug him up last night.

Local hoods, probably.

I just finished

puttin' him back.

- Did you call the sheriff?

- Sure.

They were busy up at the school this

morning. Some wino burned himself up.

Expectin'

I'll be buryin' him too.

Don't run, don't run.

Don't run!

Don't run.

Can I help you

with something?

Yes, I'm Thomas Dagget

with the police.

- Katherine Henley.

- I'd like to ask you a few questions, if I may.

- It's about that guy upstairs?

- That's right.

Well, sorry, but I kinda got

my hands full right now.

- Do you mind if I tag along? Let me help you with that.

- Make yourself useful.

- Hey, you forgot something!

- Thanks.

- What grade is this?

- Oh, it's all of them.

The town doesn't

seem that small.

Well, after the copper mine closed, it

sort of took most of the town with it.

Jade,

you hurry back!

So we just teach out of

this one corner now.

- The rest of the school has been abandoned for years.

- Hey!

Get him, Danny!

It's happened before,

you know.

Homeless people just looking

for a place to sleep.

Of course, no one's ever

burned themselves up before.

- Did you talk to him?

- Yeah. I wanted to know what he was doing there.

- Did he say?

- No, he didn't say.

I mean, he looked like he was hurt,

bloody, like somebody had cut him.

Is there something going on

I should know about?

Did any of the children come in contact

with him, talk to him in any way?

- Yes.

- Which one?

Well,

she's home sick

today.

I'd like to speak with her parents,

if that's possible.

Well, her parents

are dead.

She lives with her grandmother.

I'd have to ask her.

Did you know

an Arnold Hawthorne?

The colonel.

Did you go

to his funeral?

Everybody did.

He lived here.

Any dark secrets?

There are no secrets in a small town,

Mr. Dagget,

dark or otherwise.

Okay. Thank you.

Sure.

No, not really.

I mean, he lived here but...

- nobody ever really talked to him much.

- Have any family?

Nah, not Hawthorne. Town'll probably

just auction this place.

- Yeah.

- Well, lock up when you're done.

- Okay, thanks.

- Sure.

It's unusual...

to see someone your age

in a church on a weeknight.

Don't get me wrong.

I think it's a sign of excellent

character. You're not from here.

- What are you doin'?

- Looking for something.

- Did you find it?

- I will.

- I found what you're looking for... Thomas.

- Excuse me?

Do I know you?

How do you know my name?

Ah, you look

like a Thomas.

Hey. Look at me.

You want me to

look at you? Huh?

You know how you got that dent

in your top lip?

Way back,

before you were born,

I told you a secret, then

I put my finger there...

and I said,

"Shh. "

Okay?

There and there.

Put your lips there.

Pucker your lips and blow.

Just a little bit.

This trumpet's special.

Very good.

Kevin.

Have a mint.

On me. Huh?

Oooh-ohhh.

What? What, you want an autograph?

Come on, get out of here.

Next.

- Sandra.

- How'd you know my name?

Well, you look like a Sandra.

You have very pretty teeth, Sandra.

- Thank you.

- Let's check 'em. Hmm? Ahh.

- Did you see the man upstairs, Sandra?

- A little.

- Did you talk to him?

- No.

- Well, who did, Sandra? Who talked to the man?

- Mary.

- Where is Mary, Sandra?

- What the hell do you think you're doing?

- I'm talkin' to the kids, ma'am.

- Sandra, come here.

Come here, honey.

The rest of you inside. Now. Go on.

- Bye, Gabriel.

- See you, kids. Study your math.

Key to the universe.

Bye, Gabriel.

- Who are you?

- That's a long story.

- Ignore him.

- Yeah, everybody else does.

Look, I don't know what's going on here,

but I think you both should leave.

You're right.

You have no idea

what's going on.

- So you saw Simon. What did he say to you?

- Yes.

- You weren't supposed to be here.

- Why? Is something wrong?

Emma.

It's okay, Mary.

You don't have to talk to him.

You don't have to talk to any of them.

He was just asking me

about Simon.

Simon?

What did he say

to you, Mary?

- He asked if I could keep a secret.

- What was that?

Something he gave me.

- What did he give you?

- Then it wouldn't be a secret.

You're a good friend not to tell, Mary.

But I'm a good friend of Simon's too.

So if you want to go ahead and say

what it was, you can to me, okay?

It's a secret.

But sometimes it hurts.

Ever cut off

a Chinaman's head?

They don't bleed.

Not like we do.

Or maybe it

was just the cold.

You could always tell

when they were coming.

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