End Of Days Page #2

Those people who don't

belong here, get them out of here.

Make sure this place

is secure.

A drunk hangs out in a neighborhood

bar, passes out enough times,

people would know where he

lived from carrying him home.

I mean,

it's one thing I know.

Yeah, well, it's important

to be an expert at something.

Oh, it took years of

research. This must be it.

What do you want

to bet it's rent-controlled?

Well, I don't think

this is paint.

A real art buff.

I don't go for this

look. It's just too damn busy.

Listen to this.

"I have seen the Earth

laid to waste.

"I have seen the horror to come. Is

it a sin to wish you were never born?

"The thousand years

have ended.

Twenty... seven. "

It ends in a football

score. That's nice.

Hey, I found something.

Can you see

what it is?

His tongue.

He must have

cut it out himself.

Okay. And why is it someone

would cut out their own tongue?

To keep from talking. Right.

Well, I could eat.

Ah!

- Sh*t!

- What?

All right, I knew

that was gonna happen.

No, it's all right.

There's something

in here.

Have you ever seen her before? Nah.

This guy is no ordinary hit man.

No, this one's

extraordinary.

Let's get the hell outta here.

This place is making me itch.

- Drop it! Don't move! Don't move! Freeze!

- Don't move! Freeze!

Oh. It's us.

Jesus! How the hell

did you two find this place?

Lucky guess. So what did you find out?

His name's Thomas

Aquinas. He's a priest.

Why don't you tell us

something we don't know?

- A homicidal priest. That's good.

- Yeah? Well, it gets better.

He studied at the Vatican. He was

one of their alleged visionaries.

Came here in '81 to St.

John's Church downtown.

Six months ago,

he disappeared.

Priests there say he was

having a spiritual crisis.

Oh, yeah.

That's what this is about.

Spiritual crisis.

Doesn't make any sense.

What's a priest doing shooting

at a Wall Street banker?

A Wall Street banker, by the

way, who suddenly disappeared.

Maybe we should ask the girl.

What girl?

Uh, the guy. The guy. Priest

guy.

There's five million

women living in New York City.

How we gonna find her

without a name?

Here.

Look, I already gave you some

money. Can you just move on, please?

He's comin' for you.

He's comin' for you, Christine.

How do you know

my name?

He's gonna f*** you. He's gonna

f*** you, Christine. Can you see him?

- Can you see him?

- Who are you?

How do you know

my name?

He's gonna f*** you, Christine.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

The thousand years

have ended.

Thousand years have ended.

"When the thousand years

are ended,

Satan shall be loosed

out of his prison. "

"Twenty... seven. "

Christine?

Christine? I'll be there in a sec!

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