The Prophecy II Page #2

Um... You know,|you're not just pregnant.

According to the test,|you're in your second trimester.

- Hey.

It's done.

Oh, it's incredible.|It is.

I can't think of a better night|to do it,Julian.

If it's the only way|I can have you,

then I won't have it|any other way.

I put that in the note.

That's just beautiful.

Are you ready?

- I'm ready.|- I'm ready.

Oh!

I'll see you|in Heaven, baby.

Meet you there.

Aah!

Show time.

Anybody home?|Huh?

Hmph.|That's too bad.

Intensive care.|My favorite.

Izzy. Izzy.

Isabelle.|Come back.

- Come back.

- I know you're in there.|Come on back now.

Back it up.|Back it up.

Hi.

Nice hair.

- Julian?|- He's gone. He's dead.

He's taking|a dirt nap.

- Julian.|- Look, I need your help.|I'm short-staffed at the moment.

Don't start.

- Don't start. I hate that. Please.

- He's the cold eye. He's spilled milk.|- Ju...Julian.

- Julian.|- Come on. Come on, kiddo.

Oh.

Come on, kiddo.|We got work to do.

Julian.|Julian!

- Didn't I kill myself?|- Yes and no.

The answer to that|is up to me.

Oh, my God.

How do you know|he did it?

A witness saw your friend rip the guy's|heart out with his bare hands.

Plus, he left this|at the crime scene.

Somehow, he managed to check in and out|without leaving his name.

But we traced him to you|through that patient I.D. number.

So what can you tell us|about the man?

Nothing. I...|I barely knew him.

It's not surprising.

Does that ring a bell?

Well, he had a,|um, like...

- You Val?|- Yes.

- You the nurse?|- Yes.

- You done with her?|- Yeah. Take her.

Come here.

- I don't know what to tell you.|- Yeah. Shut up.

Listen.

No. Really listen.|Both ears.

Nod to tell me both ears|are listening. All right.

I've dealt with a thousand bodies in|this office. Floaters, crispy critters,

bunk bait; bodies you wouldn't|even know were bodies if it|wasn't for a driver's license.

- Yes, well, I don't see|what that has to do...|- Don't talk, Val.

Bodies chopped and minced and skinned|and used as table decorations.

- That's your job.|- You're talking again.|Yeah. No. Listen.

Four years ago, a body came in here|tattooed like those;

crushed like those;|eyeless.

But hey, I'm a sport.|I play along.

I tried to determine|what had rolled into my office.

But the questions just got deeper.|No sign of growth,

no white cells,|no optic nerves.

I realized what was there before me|had never been born.

- That's not possible.|- That's what I thought.

And then it was gone. Burned up in|a flash one night. All the records...

Everything to indicate that|it had been there disappeared.

Everybody that had anything|to do with that body...

has either died...|or gone mad,

- including my friend Thomas.|- Who's he?

A detective.|Became a monk.

- He used to send me cheese wheels|every Christmas.|- Where can I find him?

You can't. He's dead.

Burnt to ash up at|St. Gregory's Monastery.

What do you mean,|"burnt to ash"?

You look like|a nice person, Val.

Take my advice:
|walk away.

Don't get involved|whatever you do.

Get the lights.

Hey,Joe.

Thank you.

Miss Rosales, I really don't know|what else I can tell you.

His death shocked everybody.

Thomas was a fine member|of our order.

- I understand he used to be a detective.|- Mm-hmm.

Well, did he ever talk to you about|any odd cases that he had?

Anything dealing with cults|or gangs or anything?

- Miss Rosales, I really can't|disclose anything more.|- I know, Father.

- Now, if you'll excuse me.|- It's just that...

he was involved with|something a while ago...

and it's something that I|may have stepped into as well.

It's, um, angelic script.

According to the old Hebrews, God marked|all his angels with such a sign.

Or so Thomas told me. He was|a bit of an expert on such matters.

How so?

All right.|Uh, listen.

This is not something|I would normally discuss, but, uh,

since it seems|so important to you.

Please.

Thomas was obsessed|on the subject of angels.

So much so that he claimed|to have had visions about them.

According to him,

some angels became jealous that God was|giving too much attention to mankind.

So they tried|to wipe humans out...

under the archangel Gabriel.

- Please, have a seat.|- Thank you.

The problem was,|to do that...

they had to contend with other angels|that were still loyal to God's will.

It caused a kind|of civil war up there.

It tore Heaven apart.

Thomas believed...

there was to be|a final confrontation.

And if the good side wins,|great.

And if not?

If not...

What does that mean?

"Then ash from|a burning Heaven...

will cover the Earth".

Well, if this guy was|so good at prophesizing,

did he bother to say|how it ends?

It gets metaphorical. It talks about|the union of Heaven and Earth.

- The coming of a Nephilim.|- A what?

A Nephilim.|A child born...

of an angel|and a human woman.

It's talked about|in Genesis six.

I, honestly, don't know|what to make of it.

"When humans began|to multiply on the face of the Earth...

and daughters were born to them,

the sons of God saw they were beautiful,|and took wives for themselves.

All that they desired.

The Nephilim were on the Earth|in those days.

When the sons of God went|into the daughters of humans...

and bore children to them,

they were giants,|men of great and terrible renown".

So, you're keeping me alive|because you don't know DOS?

What was the number?

Three-three,|six-six.

Wait. What's that?|Something's happening.

- Is that her?|- Bingo.

Rosales.

Valerie.

And folks,|up next, a very special item to|make a bright day even brighter.

- This beautiful, soft|white and lavender gown...|- Nana?

will compliment a new bride|as she walks down the aisle...

on that most special of days.

This fine quality linen,|cotton and silk dress...

will surely become|a family heirloom...

- that will last for ages.|- Nana?

That's right, Jim.|And notice the fine...

satin applique|around the neckline.

- Isn't it beautiful?|- Karen, it's really...

craftsman work throughout.

They don't make them like this anymore.

- Nana?

Nana?

Nana?

Nana?

- Nana?|- Nana's gone, you know.

Nana didn't have much time left,|in any case.

In the end, it wasn't gonna be|something you'd wanna witness.

Look at it this way.

You two can|hook up later.

You have no idea|the trouble you got there.

No!

What's going on here is not personal.|It's business.

- It's what I do best.

Get out!

Monkey wannabe. Wanna dance?

You'll have to learn|a modicum of respect.

Remember who|did this to you.

Go!

This is good.

Step on it.

- Stop!

Back it up.|Back it up!

Drive much?

Try not to hit the dog.

You didn't say anything|about me killing anybody.

Do it... for Julian.

Or forever wish you'd had.

Just do it.

Atta girl.

I'd get the f*** out of here|if I were you.

Valerie. Shh.

Hello?

Help!

Hello!

- Who are you?|- I think you know.

You didn't answer me.

I'm sorry.|That's the best I can do.

The best you can do.|Well, guess what?

Your best is not good enough!|I don't know...

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