( theme music playing )
Justin on radio: ...and though I am alone tonight,
I can sense your presence.
- You are with me, and I with you. - Cop: KEEP IT MOVING.
- I SAID MOVE YOUR FEET. - Some of you are warm by the fireplace,
- the children sleeping upstairs. - SHUT UP IN THERE!
Many of you are cold and hungry,
carried down the highway like autumn leaves in a stream.
But all of you have one thing in common
- deep inside. - ( Justin whispering ) Varlyn Stroud,
- ( static ) - I need you.
( normally ) You are alone,
alone when we are torn from the womb,
- ( static ) - alone when we die...
( static clears )
alone when we stand and face judgment.
( whispering ) Release my apostle.
He is a good man.
( normally ) All who come before us and all who follow after,
a thousand million souls-- all alone.
( whispers ) He is my archangel made flesh.
( normally ) And yet...
I feel you here with me.
I am no stranger to your hopelessness.
( whispers ) Find Henry Scudder.
( normally ) The Bible tells us we were made
in the glorious image of our Maker.
We are no less perfect than He.
And yet we look to Him for absolution
when instead we need only look into ourselves.
DEVIN KERRIGAN?
YES, MA'AM-- I MEAN, SISTER.
PLEASE HAVE A SEAT.
IF YOU JUST WANNA GIVE ME HIS ROOM NUMBER,
I RECKON I CAN FIND THE WAY UP.
- I DON'T WANNA BE NO TROUBLE. - HAVE A SEAT.
( Justin praying in Latin )
( prayer continuing )
Sister: ARE YOU MR. HAWKINS?
YEAH.
YOU MAY SEE FATHER KERRIGAN NOW.
Sister: IS SOMETHING WRONG?
NO. I MEAN...
HOW'D YOU KNOW MY NAME?
IT WAS ON THE LIST, OF COURSE.
SO WHAT'S THIS LIST I'M ON?
AUTHORIZED VISITORS.
HOW'D YOU PICK MY NAME OFF OF IT?
IT'S A VERY SHORT LIST.
THERE'S JUST YOUR NAME AND ONE OTHER.
HENRY SCUDDER.
AS A MATTER OF FACT, YES.
( creaks )
OH, JEEZ.
Kerrigan: "CHEEKS ARE HOLLOW, SKIN IS WITHERED,
CRONE-TIME COMES, THIS LIFE COMES TO AN END.
'LIFE-- LIFE, DEATH, LIFE,' THE WORDS OF A CRONE."
CHEEKS ARE HOLLOW, SKIN IS WITHERED.
CRONE-TIME COMES, THIS LIFE COMES TO AN END.
LIFE--
THIS LIFE COMES TO AN END.
"LIFE, DEATH, LIFE."
CHEEKS HOLLOW, SKIN WITHERED.
CRONE-TIME COMES, THIS LIFE COME TO AN END.
FATHER KERRIGAN? THERE IS SOMEONE HERE TO SEE YOU.
THE WORDS OF A CRONE. THIS LIFE COMES TO AN END.
"LIFE, DEATH, LIFE," THE WORDS OF A CRONE...
( rambling continues )
FATHER KERRIGAN...
WHO IS HE?
- CHEEKS ARE HOLLOW, THE SKIN IS WITHERED. - WHAT IS HE?
CRONE-TIME COMES, THIS LIFE COMES TO AN END.
WHERE'S SCUDDER?
LIFE, DEATH, LIFE.
LIFE! DEATH! LIFE!
THE WORDS OF A CRONE!
YOU KNEW HIM. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHERE HE WENT TO?
...THIS LIFE COMES TO AN END. THE WORDS OF THE CRONE.
CHRIST. WHAT'D HE DO TO YOU?
( muttering ) CRONE-TIME COMES,
THIS LIFE COMES TO AN END!
THE WORDS OF THE CRONE.
( hisses )
( panting )
LIFE.
DEATH.
LIFE.
THE CRONE.
Justin: "AFTER THE GREAT WAR BETWEEN HEAVEN AND HELL
GOD MADE THE EARTH,
AND GAVE DOMINION OVER IT TO THE CRAFTY APE HE CALLED MAN."
( knocks )
JUSTIN?
YOU DIDN'T COME DOWN FOR BREAKFAST.
OH... I MUST HAVE BEEN LOST IN PRAYER.
- ALL MORNING? - THERE IS MUCH TO PRAY FOR.
SOMETIMES I THINK YOU GET LOST IN YOUR OWN IMPORTANCE.
YOU MEAN MY WORK?
THE LORD'S WORK.
YES, OF COURSE.
THAT'S WHAT I MEAN.
YOU MIGHT ALSO BEWARE OF FALSE PROPHETS.
DOLAN?
ENVY?
COME NOW, IRIS.
I TRUST YOU MUCH MORE THAN I TRUST TOMMY DOLAN.
( horn honking )
Man: GET OFF THE ROAD!
HELL, WE'RE LIKE FAMILY. YOU DON'T STEAL FROM FAMILY. EVERYBODY KNOWS THAT.
WELL, ALL I'M SAYING IS THE COUNT HAS BEEN SKINNY.
YOU TRY SQUEEZING ANOTHER DIME OUT OF THESE CHILI-PICKERS.
I SWEAR TO GOD, SAMSON,
I'M TELLING THE TRUTH, AS THE LORD IS MY WITNESS.
- FINE. - AW HELL,
DO YOU THINK I'D STEAL FROM YOU AFTER ALL WE'VE BEEN THROUGH?
- HELL. - ALL RIGHT. ALL RIGHT.
HEY, HAVE YOU HEARD THAT HUGGINS & FISK FOLDED?
HUGGINS & FISK? THAT'S A BIG OUTFIT.
WENT BACK TO THE BARN LAST MONTH.
WELL, TIMES IS HARD, I'LL GIVE YA THAT.
YEAH, THAT'S WHAT THAMES WAS SAYING.
- UH, CLARENCE THAMES? - NONE OTHER.
GOT A LETTER FROM HIM DAY BEFORE YESTERDAY.
HIM AND MARGE AND THE GIRLS ARE LOOKIN' FOR A PLACE TO LAND.
NO KIDDING.
THEM THAMES GIRLS, FLASH ACT.
OH! WELL, I'LL BE A MONKEY'S UNCLE!
WOULD YOU LOOK AT THIS?
RITA SUE MUST HAVE WASHED THEM IN MY PANTS.
( laughs )
THERE'S ONE... FIVE, 10, $16.
WELL, I'LL BE DAMNED.
- SEE YOU, STUMP. - SEE YOU, SAMSON.
GOLD-BRICKING LITTLE CHISELER.
YOU LITTLE SHIT-- OW!
GOD DAMN.
AS I LIVE AND BREATHE.
SKEETER LEWIS.
MY OLD FLAME. IT'S GOOD TO SEE YA BACK!
LET SAY WE GRAB OURSELVES A SNORT AFTER THE SHOW,
CATCH UP ON OUR LIES?
Ruthie: SKEETER LEWIS. DAMN.
C'MON, GABE.
( "O Mio Babbino Caro" playing )
Ben: "THE WORDS OF THE CRONE."
( thunder rumbles )
( truck door closes )
( distant explosion )
( siren blaring )
( alarm sounding )
- ( cheering ) - Man: HALLELUJAH!
"THE WORK IS GREAT, FOR THIS TEMPLE IS NOT FOR MAN,
BUT FOR THE LORD GOD!"
Woman: PRAISE THE LORD!
Man: AMEN!
AS I LOOK OUT ON THE FACES
OF THE MEN, WOMEN AND CHILDREN
WHO HAVE JOINED US HERE TODAY AT THE BIRTH OF THE TEMPLE OF JERICHO...
- Woman: HALLELUJAH! - Man: AAAA-MEN.
AMEN, AMEN, BROTHER JUSTIN.
...I CANNOT HELP BUT BE REMINDED OF SOME OTHER CHILDREN,
INNOCENT MARTYRS WHO PERISHED HORRIBLY
IN THE FLAMES OF THE DIGNITY MINISTRY,
TO WHOM I DEDICATE THIS HOLY PLACE.
( somberly ) AMEN.
TO THE MEMORY OF POLLY ANN BONHAM.
- AMEN. - Justin: GOODY WILLIAMS.
- ( crowd somberly ) AMEN. - ARLIS PRATT.
AMEN.
BOBBY KEELAN
LET US BOW OUR HEADS IN SILENT PRAYER,
SO THAT THEIR SOULS MAY ENTER
INTO THE ETERNAL GLORY OF OUR LORD'S HOUSE.
- AMEN. - ( scattered amens )
TELL ME SOMETHING, ELEANOR.
WAS ANYONE STILL IN THE MINISTRY
WHEN YOU AND LESTER WENT HOME?
- THE CHILDREN. - YES, I MEAN BESIDES THE CHILDREN.
MISS KEENER THE NURSE.
ANYONE WHO DIDN'T DIE IN THE FIRE?
NO. NO ONE EXCEPT MISS IRIS.
- MISS IRIS? REALLY? - OH!
SHE ALWAYS CAME BY TO TUCK THEM IN.
SHE WAS AS DEVOTED TO THOSE KIDS AS IF'N THEY WAS HER OWN.
Iris: MR. DOLAN. AND ELEANOR.
OH, MISS IRIS. WE WAS JUST--
REMARKING HOW LOVELY THE CHOIR SOUNDED TODAY.
YOU MUST'VE BEEN PRACTICING ALL NIGHT.
NO, NOT ALL NIGHT.
IF YOU'LL EXCUSE US, THERE'S A PHOTOGRAPHER I KNOW
WHO'S REAL ANXIOUS TO GET SOME SHOTS OF THIS LOVELY LADY
AND HER ESTEEMED BROTHER FOR THE EVENING EDITION.
OH. WELL, YOU BETTER GET ON THEN.
Tommy: RIGHT THIS WAY.
( sobbing )
OH, EXCUSE ME.
( keening )
WHY, WHAT'S THE MATTER, CHILD?
OH THERE, THERE, THERE.
BE CALM. BE CALM.
Photographer: ANOTHER BIG SMILE FOR ME.
PERFECT. THANK YOU.
SAMSON'S GOT US BY THE SHORT AND CURLIES.
HE GOT ALL UPPITY ON ME.
WELL, WE WERE CHEATING HIM.
JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE THAN USUAL.
OW. JESUS H.
MEBBE YOU SHOULD GO OUT AND LOOK FOR SOFIE TOO, DADDY.
WELL, THERE AIN'T BUT A FEW ROADS.
SAMSON OR JONES'S CREW GOT THEM COVERED.
OW!
GOD BLAST IT, YOU SON OF--!
FELIX, SHE COULD BE OUT THERE, SICK OR HURT.
OR SHE COULD BE ON A TRAIN, HALFWAY TO SUNNY CALIFORNEE
FOR ALL WE KNOW. JESUS H. PARTICULAR CHRIST!
SHOULD OF KEPT MY EYE ON HER. I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WAS THINKING.
I WONDER WHY SHE JUST TOOK OFF, JUST LIKE THAT.
YOU TALK TO HER YESTERDAY, LIB? SHE SAY ANYTHING TO YOU?
NO, MAMA.
IT DON'T TAKE A GENIUS TO FIGURE OUT.
THERE'S JUST NOTHING HERE FOR HER ANYMORE.
EXCUSE ME.
POOR THING.
FINALLY FOUND HERSELF A FRIEND AND THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN--
OW! GOD DAMN IT!
GOD DAMN-IT!
- WOULD YOU GIVE ME THAT? - WHAT?
HERE.
HEY, SOFIE!
HEY! WHERE'RE YOU GOING, GIRL?
SOFIE?
( brakes squeal )
SOFIE. HEY!
WAIT UP.
SOFIE!
SOFIE?
SOFIE.
- ( sobbing ) - HEY. HEY!
HEY.
( crowd laughs )
( applause )
BONELESS BILLY BENSON DIDN'T START OFF LIFE AS A SIDESHOW CURIOSITY.
OH NO, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,
THIS SEEMINGLY NORMAL YOUNG MAN WAS EMPLOYED AS A STEEPLEJACK
IN THE WINDY CITY.
THAT'S CHICAGO, LADY.
ONE DAY, HE FELL EIGHT STORIES
YET FOUND HIMSELF COMPLETELY UNHARMED.
TURNS OUT BILLY HAS THE AMAZING ABILITY
TO RELOCATE EVERY BONE OF HIS BODY AT WILL!
( audience gasping )
I'LL BET HE CAN LICK HIMSELF JUST LIKE A DOG.
IF YOU WAS THE ALTERNATIVE, I SURE AS HELL HOPE SO!
( laughter )
- ( French music playing ) - ( men hooting )
( whistling )
( cheering uproariously )
( cheering )
COME ON, BOYS!
ALL RIGHT! I WANT TO THANK YOU FOR COMING TONIGHT, GENTS.
BUT I CANNOT BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY LAUNDRY BILLS.
( laughing )
WELL NOW, AIN'T YOU THE SPORTS?
I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, I GOT SOMETHING HERE THAT I DON'T OFFER
BUT THE MOST DISCRIMINATING OF GENTLEMEN.
ANYBODY HERE IN THIS LITTLE INTIMATE CROWD OF OURS
- EVER HEARD OF MAE WEST? - Crowd: YES!
WELL, SHE AIN'T HERE TONIGHT.
( crowd jeers )
BUT IT SEEMS A CERTAIN PRIVATE DETECTIVE
IN HOLLYWOOD, CALIFORNIA MANAGED
TO GET A SHOT OF HER DOING SOMETHING SO PERVERSE,
SO DEPRAVED WITH ONE OF HER FAMOUS LOVE SLAVES,
THAT THE PHOTOGRAPH HAS BEEN BANNED IN ALL 48 STATES!
( laughing )
NOW WHAT YOU DO IS YOU LINE UP A LITTLE HOLE HERE WITH ANOTHER HOLE HERE...
AND YOU CAN LOOK RIGHT THROUGH IT.
YOU TWIST THEM A BIT...
RIGHT, RIGHT, RIGHT...
( laughs crudely )
NOW, BOYS,
BY GOD I CAN'T TELL IF THAT'S ERROL FLYNN OR RUDOLPH VALENTINO.
( guffawing )
ALL RIGHT.
OOH NO, THAT'S BIG RUDY ALL RIGHT.
- ( laughing ) - TWO BITS, GENTLEMEN! TWO BITS.
A SMALL PRICE FOR BIG EXCITEMENT!
COME ON, GENTLEMEN, TAKE ONE PAIR, BOYS, ONE PAIR.
- Boy: I WANT TWO! - THERE YOU ARE.
WHERE'D YOU RUN OFF TO, GIRL? YOU HAD US FIT!
SHE WAS LOST. FOUND HER ON THE ROAD.
I'M SORRY.
NEVER MIND THAT.
WE'RE JUST GLAD YOU'RE BACK, DARLING.
Sofie: I CAN'T PAY MY WAY.
- I CAN'T READ THE CARDS. - HELL, HONEY, NOBODY CAN.
NOT REALLY.
MAMA DID.
WELL, THAT DON'T MATTER.
I KNOW YOU AND YOUR MAMA HAD A HARD RUN.
WHAT'S IMPORTANT NOW IS FOR YOU GET YOUR REST.
LET SOMEONE TAKE CARE OF YOU FOR A CHANGE, HUH?
MANAGEMENT'S ORDER.
I GOT SOMETHING.
- YEAH? - GIVE HIM THIS.
POEMS?
YEAH, POEMS. ASK HIM WHAT IT MEANS.
ALL RIGHT.
WAIT.
THERE'S SOMETHING ELSE.
I SAW THIS OTHER MAN HERE,
WITH TATTOOS, LIKE THIS.
YOU SHOW THAT TOO.
TELL ME WHAT HE SAYS.
( heart beating )
( knocks )
ALL SQUARED AWAY?
WHERE'S LODZ?
HE TOOK A POWDER.
WHY?
AIRING OUT IN HERE, IT'LL BE JUST FINE.
YOU KNOW I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW I WAS GONE UNTIL YOU CAME.
JUST TILL I'M ASLEEP,
WOULD IT BE TOO MUCH TROUBLE
IF YOU STAYED?
I COULD DO THAT.
WHAT THE HELL YOU DOING GIVING LODZ'S TRAILER TO SOFIE?
WHAT DO YOU MEAN, WHAT AM I DOING?
WHAT IF LODZ COMES BACK?
THE TRAILER'S HIS.
YOU TALK TO THE BOSS LIKE I ASKED?
HE AIN'T SEEN HIM SINCE THE NIGHT OF THE FIRE.
GOT NO IDEA WHERE HE WENT?
WELL, IT AIN'T HIS CONCERN.
IT SHOULD BE.
WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?
HE CAN'T HAVE JUST DISAPPEARED.
LILA, PEOPLE BLOW IN AND OUT OF THIS PLACE EVERY DAY.
HE'S BLIND. WHAT DID HE DO, FEEL HIS WAY TO A BUS DEPOT?
JUST TOOK OFF WITHOUT TELLING NOBODY?
WITHOUT TELLING ME?
LOOK, MANAGEMENT THINKS HE'S GONE AND SO DO I.
THAT'S THE WAY IT IS.
I SURE AS HELL WISH I COULD TELL YOU SOMETHING DIFFERENT.
I'M SURE YOU DO.
Iris: I'LL JUST SET THIS DOWN.
WELL, WHO HAVE WE HERE?
JUSTIN, THIS IS OUR NEW MAID, CELESTE WATKINS.
CELESTE WILL BE KEEPING HOUSE WHILE YOU AND I ATTEND TO CHURCH BUSINESS.
- WELCOME, CELESTE. - THANK YOU, SIR. IT'S AN HONOR.
YOU'RE THE YOUNG LADY FROM THE RECEPTION.
YES, SIR.
I DON'T KNOW WHY I CRIED LIKE THAT.
SILLY.
- YOU WERE SO KIND. - CELESTE IS AN ORPHAN.
AND SHE CAME ALL THE WAY FROM OREGON AFTER YOUR BROADCAST.
REALLY? HOW FLATTERING.
I'VE NEVER HEARD ANYONE TALK LIKE YOU.
NOT EVER.
ELEANOR, WOULD YOU SHOW CELESTE TO HER ROOM.
- PLEASE GET HER BAG. - OF COURSE.
THIS WAY, SWEETHEART.
IT'S SUCH A SHAME.
A LOVELY GIRL LIKE THAT WITH NO ONE ELSE IN THE WHOLE WORLD.
DON'T WAIT UP.
- Iris: ELEANOR? - SHE'S ALL SQUARED AWAY, MISS IRIS.
THANK YOU.
IT WAS SO NICE TO SEE YOU AND MR. DOLAN CHATTING.
( laughs giddily )
HE'S QUITE A SCAMP, THAT ONE.
GOODNESS, ELEANOR,
HOW YOU SHINE UNDER THE GENTLEMAN'S ATTENTION.
OH!
HE ASKED ME SO MANY QUESTIONS!
DID HE?
AT LEAST SHE'S ALIVE.
THAT'S SOMETHING, ALL RIGHT.
- I WAS JUST-- - ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED--
- THAT NIGHT... - I DON'T REALLY WANNA TALK ABOUT IT.
I KNOW. ME NEITHER.
I JUST... WANTED YOU TO KNOW...
I AIN'T SAID NOTHING TO NOBODY AND I NEVER WILL.
IT'S BETWEEN YOU AND ME.
AND HER, I GUESS.
I GUESS.
I JUST WANTED YOU TO KNOW.
I APPRECIATE THAT.
Stumpy: THERE YOU ARE, GIRL.
HELL, I BEEN LOOKING ALL OVER FOR YOU.
YOU GOT A HALF-DOZEN GENTS BACK THERE WAITING ON YOU.
SEE YOU AROUND.
SURE.
BY GOD, LOOK AT THOSE STARS, JONES.
MAN, THEY SURE ARE OUT TONIGHT, HUH?
YEAH.
( groaning )
( tapping )
Â£ ( Justin grunting )
ABOUT THAT POEM--
WE NEED TO FIND AN OLD LADY IN INGRAM, TEXAS.
HOW'S HE FIGURE IT?
THE POEM WAS WRITTEN BY A FELLOW NAMED INGRAM.
CHARLES, JAMES, SOMETHING.
IT DON'T MATTER. HE WANTS TO SEE YOU.
I THOUGHT YOU SAID I WAS SUPPOSED TO TALK TO YOU.
ALL'S I KNOW IS WHEN I GAVE HIM THAT PICTURE,
HE GOT ALL STEWED UP.
- THAT DON'T MAKE NO SENSE. - IT DON'T HAVE TO.
ONLY THING MATTERS IS HE WANTS TO SEE YOU NOW.
( door opens, closes )
Management: YOU'VE SEEN THE USHER.
Ben: USHER?
Management: THE TATTOOED MAN.
YEAH, I SEEN HIM.
EVERYWHERE.
ON THE DAMN ROAD. IN MY DREAMS.
WHO THE HELL IS HE?
Management: SAMHAIN. NECROTUS.
KHAYBET, LORD OF SHADOWS.
A THOUSAND NAMES IN A THOUSAND BOOKS,
BUT THEY ALL MEAN THE SAME:
THE USHER OF DESTRUCTION.
HE IS FLESH.
IT MEANS THE END-TIMES ARE NOT NEAR, HAWKINS.
THEY ARE UPON US.
YOU WILL NEVER BE PREPARED IN TIME.
WE ARE LOST.
WHAT ABOUT YOU?
NO.
WHY THE HELL NOT?
YOU'RE STRONG. YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO.
IT'S IMPOSSIBLE.
- Ben: BUT... - I'M DYING.
LET ME HEAL YOU.
NO.
YOU SAID THERE AIN'T MUCH TIME.
SO LET ME GIVE YOU WHAT I GOT.
IT WOULD BE AN ABOMINATION.
YOU KNOW WHAT'S AT STAKE. YOU SHOWED ME.
( scoffs ) GET AWAY.
YOU GOTTA DO IT.
HERE.
NO! GET BACK!
- WHY WON'T YOU LET ME DO IT? - MY TIME HAS PASSED.
IT'S YOUR BATTLE NOW, BEN HAWKINS.
YOU MUST WALK YOUR OWN PATH,
BUT WITH HASTE, BOY.
FOR TIME GROWS SHORT AND YOU CANNOT FALTER.
GO! NOW!
GO!
( gasps, shallow panting )
WELL, LOOK AT YOU.
( scoffs )
YOU SEEN SKEETER LEWIS?
SKEETER WHO?
SKEETER LEWIS.
I THINK I BEEN STOOD UP.
( chuckles ) I GUESS SO.
WHAT?
WELL, THE MAN'S DEAD.
THAT AIN'T FUNNY.
I AIN'T FUNNING.
I SAW HIM, BIG AS LIFE, JUST THIS MORNING.
I SEEN HIM PUT IN THE GROUND FIVE YEARS AGO COME JULY.
MAYBE IT WAS SOMEONE LOOKED LIKE SKEETER.
YEAH.
BUT, UH, SHAME TO LET ALL THAT PERFUME GO TO WASTE.
YOU KNOW I JUST HAPPEN TO HAVE STANDING RESERVATIONS
AT ALL THE FINEST ESTABLISHMENTS IN TOWN.
( barking )
UH, SOFIE?
IT'S OKAY, WE GOT THIS FINE.
GIVE ME THAT ONE.
- HEY. - WHAT?
YOU TELL THAT 'DONA SHE CAN WORK WITH US?
WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
( groans )
( sighs )
AIN'T YOU GONNA DO SOMETHING?
- NO. - NO?
LOOK, I KNOW SHE LOST HER MA AND ALL,
BUT DAMN IT, JONESY, I AIN'T WORKING WITH NO SKIRT.
THE HELL WITH HER.
- Man: HERE YOU GO. - LET'S GO.
( grunts )
LET'S GO! LET'S START 'EM UP!
THAT OUGHT TO HOLD HER.
IF IT DON'T, FLASH YOUR LIGHTS.
WHERE TO?
INGRAM, TEXAS.
THAT SHIT SPOT'S SURE OFF THE BEATEN PATH.
WELL THEN, LET'S BEAT US ONE THERE.
( speaks Japanese)
( theme music playing )