End Of Days Page #5

- Hey, I like the shirt.

Screw you, man!

Hey, kid.

Nice shirt.

I'm tellin'you, no one entered

the room. Maybe he did it himself.

Then how did he get

the last scalpel in!

Oh, my God.

- It just keeps getting better.

- I've never seen anything like this.

I think this

is written in Latin.

"When the thousand years

has ended,

Satan shall be loosed

out of his prison. "

Uh, this next part is not clear.

L- I-I think it's in English.

It says, "Christ...

Christ in New York. "

Christ!

Well, it's official. I'm never

sleeping again, ever. You okay?

A guy cuts words into his chest.

Someone else nails him to the ceiling.

What's not okay?

So where we going?

The girl. I gotta talk to

her, find out what she knows.

Wait. We don't have

a name. That would help.

Maybe we do. Maybe it's

not "Christ in New York. "

Maybe it's, "Chris in New

York," "Christine in New York. "

"Christine York. " Let's run a D.M.V. Check

and find out if any of those names come up.

Hello, Christine York.

Sometimes you border

on competent.

I know. It's scary, isn't it?

Christine?

Mabel called. She'd like you to

get dressed and join her for lunch.

Grazie, Carson.

Ahhh! Goddamn it,

get off me!

Go downstairs and watch

the front door! Please!

Help! There is no sanctuary but heaven.

You must go there now.

- What are you doing?

- I commend you to Almighty God and entrust you...

At what point

is this considered...

interfering with

a police investigation?

Hey, we are private citizens having

a conversation with another citizen.

I mean, I don't think they've found a

way to outlaw that. At least not yet.

Please! No!

May you return

to Him who formed...

Go down there. Do whatever you can. I

need more time to finish the last rites.

May Christ, the true shepherd...

Help! Stairs.

Covered.

Help!

May you see

your redeemer...

...forever, amen.

Son of a b*tch!

You all right?

Yeah. Check the body

down the stairs.

What body?

Call the police,

and get an ambulance.

Take it easy.

We're the good guys.

All right?

What happened?

Carson. Those men... Th-Those men...

They tried to kill me.

Why?

Eight jets, variable speed.

That's what I call dying in style.

What kind of girl lives in

a house like this, anyway?

Oh, she's an orphan.

Both parents deceased.

After the mother died, the

home nurse married the father.

Now the nurse is

the sole guardian.

I think it's adorable the

way you talk like a real cop.

Yeah? So you think after they

clean up this mess, we could...

Don't tempt me. Soak a little?

They relax me. You want

one? Oh, no, thanks. I drink.

My little girl had one

just like it. Really?

Mm-hmm. Yeah? You snoop through

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