Syrian Aramaic.
How clever.
Jesus.
It's true what I said.
I do know who you are.
Azazel.
Where'd you get that?
From Milano's place?
You found something up there.
Well, some things, pal, you shouldn't know.
Like what?
If you know, you should never, ever tell.
Beware of my wrath.
Well?
What were you doing back then?
-What are you talking about? -You were singing.
No.
-I wasn't singing. -You were.
Lawrence and Mike were singing some '60s thing.
There you go.
I wasn't singing it. I hated the fucking '60s.
I wasn't singing.
I appreciate your situation, okay? I really do.
Your father, mother, they're dead, their lives were ruined, your life's ruined.
I'm very sorry about that.
But I gotta know what's going on. If this thing is what it seems to be...
...if this thing is what the book says that it is, then....
Is this for real? Do you believe this stuff?
I believe more is hidden than is seen.
I believe what I see. I'm trying to get my mind around what I just saw.
Something...
...threatened me.
Reese threatened me in Aramaic.
What else did Reese say?
I'm asking the questions here.
You answer the questions I ask. Because if I don't know what's going on--
We're not supposed to know. We're not supposed to see.
It's like the Mafia. They don't even exist.
Okay...okay.
That's good. That's a start. They don't even exist.
So where are they from? Who the hell are they?
There are certain phenomena...
...which can only be explained if there is a god...
...and if there are angels. And there are. They exist.
Some angels were cast down. A few were punished by being deprived of form.
They can only survive in the bodies of others. It's inside of us.
Inside of human beings, their vengeance is played out.
That's it?
Come on, get out of here.
Come on.
I mean....
Miss Milano, I'm just a cop, okay?
I'm a detective.
My work is based upon evidence, facts.
Mine, too. Mine, too.
Aren't your facts here rather resistant to normal interpretation?
So you're saying that...
...Edgar Reese is actually--
At the time you knew him, he was not himself.
-He was Azazel? -Yes, Azazel.
Sadistic, left-handed, likes to sing.
Reese? Why does he focus in on me?
You got his attention. He tried to get inside you.
He shook your hand. That didn't work, so now he'll try to find some other way.
Like he did with your father?
How do we fight him? Is it possible?
I believe it is. And I'm not alone.
There's a network. I don't even know who they are. I just have numbers.
These people know the--
We believe that God limited demons and made them mortal.
He put a few of us here to fight them.
Us? Us who?
Who, us?
You're saying I'm one of these people?
I don't know. Maybe. Maybe not.
You're just doing your job.
Okay.
Touché.
So these demons are mortal? They can be killed?
-By the right person. -Who is?
This is religion, Mr. Hobbes.
These are matters of fate and divine order. The right man--
-Or woman. -Yes.
It could be you, me, anybody?
The right person of the right character with the right knowledge....
So, this is what you've been doing.
You've been preparing for this, haven't you?
Can I ask you something personal?
Everything's personal if you're a person.
Is this why you live alone?
There's a difference between risking for yourself and someone else.
That's true.
I mean...
...if I had someone, I'd want to share my life and thoughts, and work with them.
If I shared this, I'd put them at risk and I don't have that right.
You can talk to me.
You don't have to. I'm not saying that.... I'm not, you know....
Do whatever you want to do. I'm just saying you can talk to me if you want.
Thanks.
That's a very nice thing to say.
I've got to go.
I hope I've been helpful.
-Thanks for listening. -Thank you.
I'm sorry.
I was about to tap you on the shoulder.
You're a friend of John Hobbes, right?
I'm Jay Reynolds.
You know?
How lovely.
You're not just Hobbes' chippy.
Have we met?
You seem vaguely familiar.
Come on...
...tell me.
I'm about to find out anyway.
Foreplay.
Watch out.
No, you don't!
Please, help me!
Go! Go!
-Open up! -Go!
Jesus, are you all right?
Are you all right?
Thanks for coming.
I ran.
He came after me and I ran.
Maybe you weren't ready yet.
That's the point. You have to be ready.
You know what it is?
I never believed this day would come.
I thought God would make it up to me. I'd be good...
...and God would show me an angel instead.
Do they know who you are?
We shouldn't be seen together.
Not anymore.
Wipe your tears.
You wanted to see me, Lieutenant?
How're you doing?
Fine.
Murders not getting you wound up?
Bag the chocolates. You ain't got to talk to me sideways. What's up?
Where were you when Muskavich and Noons were killed?
Where was I?
Am I a suspect?
Sit down.
Not to me, you're not.
But....
Lieutenant, you know.... What is it, the phone records again?
What do they think I did?
I committed murder, then called home, then ran home and answered my phone?
No, it's something else.
Your prints.
My prints?
On what?
On that fucking little coin of yours.
-Where? -Noons' place.
Shit.
This is a frame-up.
Is it?
Anybody could have got those coins.
They could've got them when I was at the store or something.
They could've taken them off my desk.
We always said it could be a cop.
We did always say that.
I'm not stupid, you know.
I know you know more than you're saying.
So tell me.
You don't really want to know.
You'd have to be there. I was there and I don't even want to know.
Try me.
You remember Robert Milano?
Listen to me.
This is exactly what happened to him.
He was framed.
I'll give you some advice.
Let go of it for a couple of hours.
Go home.
See your family.
Take a load off.
The hell with Stanton.
The hell with all of them.
Nobody likes to get the shit kicked out of them.
Nobody likes to get hit from every angle.
But evil just keeps on coming. You know what I mean?
You saw it before, but now...
...it's in your face, laughing at you.
-Hi, Unc. -Hey, Sam.
How're you doing?
Hi, Mr. Hobbes.
You're home early today.
For a change.
-Did you move my address book? -What?
No.
What?
What's wrong with your eye?
Who hit you in the eye?
I fell.
You fell?
I fell, or something.
People don't fall down and get a black eye.
-No? -No.
All right, it's okay.
It's okay. Look....
What happened?
Sammy hit me.
What?
It was an accident though. He didn't mean to.
It was an accident. It was an accident!
John...John!
Sam?
Where's Toby?
Outside, I guess.
Okay, go back in the house.
-Toby? -Hey, Hobbes.
Leave my family alone, you hear me?
Go back in the house.
-What's going on? -Go back in the house!
-You leave my family alone. -Why?
You came after me. Now I'm coming after you and yours.
Toby, you all right?
Go right home. Go.
-Okay, I will. -Run!
What's the matter, pal? Are you afraid to fight me?
Come on, Hobbes. Come on out.
Come on, Hobbes.
Put the gun down.
I knew you'd come out.
Put the gun on the ground!
I know you, Hobbes.
Set the gun down, sir!
Put the gun down!
"Yes, it is
"Time
"Is on my side"
Hey, pal.
Wake up, Hobbes.
I'm not that easy to kill.
When my host dies and I move as spirit, no man can resist me.
What are you going to do, arrest me? What'll you tell Stanton?
I'd love to hear that one.
It's me you want, isn't it?
Why don't you just kill me?
But I'm still having fun.
Aren't you still having fun?
He was standing in the street, yelling at him...
...shooting at him. Finally, when the officer....
I guess that's it.
There's no question that the dead man shot first?
No question at all. My wife saw it too, if you want to ask her.
A schoolteacher.
What am I going to say?
What am I going to do?
We know that he fired first. Witnesses corroborate.
But his gun was filled with blanks. He got the gun out of a stolen car.
-It was a setup. -A setup?
That's right. A setup.
He set it up for you to kill him?
Committing suicide by--
Excuse me.
What the hell are you doing out here?
You take Sam home, lock every door, every window....
You don't let anybody in. Can you do that?
Can you remember that? All right, do it.
-Johnny? -Yeah?
Are you mad at me or something?
No, Art. Never. Just....
Do what I told you.
Hate to see the mighty fall, you know what I mean?
Now it's letters. Fuck you, Lou.
I told you, it's a cult.
Some weird, psycho, Aramaic-Satanist reincarnation cult.
He's got A-P-O written on his chest.
Trying to send some kind of message.
The killer's sending a message?
Hobbes....
This time, you are the killer.
Yeah, sort of.
No fucking "sort of."
No breaks. No benefit of the doubt.
We're going back to the precinct. Now.
Tonight, another shocking murder in the city.
A well-respected schoolteacher opened fire on an off-duty police officer.
The officer...
...John Hobbes, was forced to return fire.
Our report now, from the scene.
We're on the scene of a most unusual homicide tonight.
Close the door.
Detective Hobbes shot and killed a high-school math teacher.
The police have not yet identified him.
According to witnesses, the man started shouting at Hobbes...
...who was off duty at the time.
I talked to the schoolteacher's wife.
He got married four months ago.
She's pregnant. He just got a raise.
So much for suicide by a cop!
The shooting team will need your gun.
I'll get the hearing as soon as I can.
People want the world to make sense.
If the only way I can get the world to make sense for me is to arrest you...
...then I'll have to do it.
Get the fuck out of here.
-It was a clean shoot. -Yeah, I know.
It doesn't help, but I know.
Coffee?
No, thanks.
Want to talk? From where I sit, we're dealing with shit that ain't in the manual.
Where do they buy coffee with dirt in it? Can you tell me that?
What's the point of life?
-"The point"? -Yeah.
-"Of life"? -Yeah.
The point of life.... You want a cigarette?
No, thanks.
The point of life is we catch bad guys.
That's what I used to think.
It's not good enough.
You can shoot me for talking like this, but--
It's two o'clock in the morning. You can talk any way you want.
What are we doing here? You know what I'm saying?
Why do we even exist?
Us.
Maybe it's God, Hobbes.
Yeah, it could be.
I have a hard time believing that we're...
...part of some huge...
...moral experiment, you know, conducted by a greater being than us.
If there's a greater being than we are, why does he give a shit about us?
There are five billion of us. We're like ants. Do we care...
...what ants do, from a moral standpoint?
"Ants"? No.
I'm following you, but at the same time I'm losing you.
Are you heading someplace here?
That's my point.
Are we headed someplace?
If we don't figure it out....
Maybe if you figure it out...
...you die.
Heart attack, stroke. You figure out what's what...
...you don't get to hang around anymore. You get promoted.
Meanwhile, Delores...
...says we're put here to do one thing.
One thing?
What's that?
It's different. It's different for everybody. Hers is lasagna.
Lasagna?
And just one thing, not two or...?
Maybe two, I don't know. It's just her opinion.
But it's like...
...when a moment comes...
...we either do the right thing...
...or wrong.
When do you know when your moment comes?
So, like this could be it for me?
That's the beauty. You never know.
-Hello? -John?
Is that you?
Hi. I just wanted to see if you were okay.
I'll call you back. I'll call you later.
That was the killer. We'll arrange things later.
I'm going home.
Yeah, fuck it.
I killed someone.
He got me to kill an innocent man.
I know.
What do they want, Gretta?
Just tell me what they want.
The demons?
They want the fall of civilization.
"The fall of Babylon, " as they put it.
-The whole thing? -Yeah.
They're doing a good job, aren't they?
You know, after I shot the teacher...
...Azazel moved to someone else.
Are you sure? After death?
I'm positive. After death. Yeah, I saw it.
Listen to this.
I was looking through one of your father's books...
...and it says "outside"... I guess that means outside the body.
"Outside, they can survive for one breath only. "
A Hebrew text says that the breath can carry them for 500 cubits.
I never knew what it meant.
A cubit, that's a distance or something, right?
From your elbow to your fingertips.
So 500 cubits would be what? About a sixth of a mile?
Yeah, well, you're right then.
They are limited in certain ways.
What are you thinking?
I don't know.
I don't know. Are you okay?
Yeah.
All right. Well, then...
...maybe I'll check up on you tomorrow.
Good night.
Good morning, Sam.
Oh, hi, Uncle John.
Oh, hi.
-Thanks for tucking me in last night. -You're welcome.
We sent Michael Aaron to the scene...
...where he'll be ready with a live report shortly. We'll be right back.
Were you asleep when I tucked you in?
I don't know. All I remember was somebody tickling me.
Tickling my chest.
Why'd you write that?
-Where's your father? -In the bedroom.
He's a sleepyhead.
If you watched the national news just last week...
...you might have seen a similar case in Boston...
...of a decorated cop accused of murder.
Hello?
Have you seen the news?
The cop was shooting first. And he kept on shooting.
Lou's coming to get you.
He'll bring you down for more conversation.
-Lou? -No.
-They get him yet? -No. Not yet.
I gotta go.
Here. Put these clothes on. Get dressed right away.
-Why? -Just do what I tell you, please!
Are you ready?
Almost. What's going on here?
We're just going to play a little trick on somebody.
Cool.
We're going out the window.
What about my dad?
He's sleeping. He's still asleep.
-Excuse me, Sister. How're you doing? -Good.
Good.
Does "apocalypse" mean anything to you?
Sure it does.
"Apocalypse" was the Greek word for "revelation."
"Revelation"?
-You mean like the book of the Bible? -Yes.
Revelation.
All right. Thank you.
Pack of cigarettes.
-Any special kind? -No, any kind.
Okay, out of five.
Detective Hobbes?
Sir, you forgot your change.
Detective Hobbes.
I want to talk to you.
Go, Sam. Run! Down the stairs, down the stairs! Go!
All units in the area--
Why don't you close that coat up?
Cigarettes?
I thought you quit. I thought they were bad for you.
I did quit and they are bad for you.
You know what's going on?
The police think that I did some bad things.
-You are the police. -Not anymore.
Why do they think you did that?
Because....
Because somebody...
...made it look like I did.
I once saw that on a show.
I want to talk to you about something else, too.
About your dad.
He's not asleep, is he?
No, son. He's not asleep.
Did it hurt?
I don't think so.
-Do you think he's gonna go to Heaven? -Yes.
Yes, I do.
If anybody deserves to go to Heaven, it's your dad.
I think so, too.
We've got no place else to go.
This is my nephew, Sam.
Okay. Hi, Sam.
Nice to meet you. I'm Gretta.
You're in your pajamas.
I wasn't expecting company, but I'm glad you're here.
Why don't you go over there by the fireplace and get warm.
Azazel wrote on his chest.
Unless I do something--
I'll get you a coffee.
Thank you.
I think I got my mind around this thing now, but let me...
...let me run this by you, okay?
After the host body dies...
...the demon can survive for one breath or 500 cubits, right?
At the same time...
...Azazel says to me when he moves as spirit no man can resist.
So someone he can't get into by touch, he can still get into by spirit.
Because, if when he's in spirit form...
...he's fighting for his life, he's going to be that much more powerful.
Please tell me what you're going to do.
Whatever I do...
...I have to make sure that you and Sam are safe.
Will you take him somewhere...
...nobody knows about?
Even me.
Listen....
I gotta go.
You're gonna stay with Gretta for a little while.
Maybe for a long while.
And I want you to remember this:
Whatever people say about me...
...or whatever I do...
...I just want you to remember that I'm doing it for you.
Because I love you.
You understand?
I'm gonna go back to sleep...
...and when I wake up everything is gonna be just the way it was.
Thank you.
You know what this means, right?
I'm ready.
Hey, Jonesy, how're you doing?
Look, I'm worried, man.
What are you gonna do? Where are you gonna go?
I'm going nowhere.
I'm taking a long drive...
...where nobody will find me...
...and sit by the water and think.
I gotta ask you something.
Yeah, shoot.
We've been partners a long time.
Twelve plus, Jonesy. Twelve plus.
So, is there anything you gotta tell me?
Yeah, remember what we were talking about the other night?
When the moment comes...
...you know it.
Be careful, okay?
I'll see you, partner.
Yeah, you too.
Be good.
You're probably wondering: What am I doing?
This is where things get a little tricky.
It's just him and me now.
Hobbes versus Azazel.
I thought I had him.
But he thought he had me, too.
Come on out.
I know you're here.
I knew you'd come.
Haven't you done enough?
You made me kill an innocent man. You...
...murdered my brother!
Come out, you son of a bitch!
How much more fun can you have!
Jesus, Hobbes.
What are you talking about?
I didn't do any of that.
Me, I'm the poor schmo they sent up here to bring you in.
So it's you now.
It's me.
Who'd you expect it'd be?
Now drop your gun, Hobbes.
I know you've got one.
Or what?
You'll shoot me?
Where is the fun in that?
Fuck you, huh?
You're making me do this.
Now, drop the goddamn gun.
Do what he says, Hobbes.
Jonesy?
Who else is out here, huh?
Lou? Tiff? Come on out!
No, it's just the two of us.
The gun, Hobbes.
Jonesy, you know I didn't do this.
You know I didn't do any of it.
I know that, Hobbes.
We both want to believe you, but we've gotta bring you in.
Stan....
I don't know if I can do this.
What the fuck you talking...?
Say Hobbes disappears into the woods....
We drive his car into the lake. End of story. What's wrong with that?
We bring the son of a bitch in. That's why we're up here.
He did it, fine.
He didn't do it, even better.
But it's not our job to decide. Now drop the goddamn gun!
Jonesy?
Put the goddamn gun down.
Okay.
Thank you.
I'm sorry, Stan.
Been on the force so many years you think you've seen it all, but you haven't.
Life always gives you one more surprise.
One more.
Sometimes it's a big one.
Azazel.
I'm your partner, man.
You're free. Run.
Keep thinking, Hobbes.
How about that!
Jonesy's fucked. He just killed his boss.
Jonesy's fucked!
You're fucked!
One at a time, huh?
That's how we do it. One by one.
Olly-olly-oxen-free!
"Time
"Is on my side
"Yes, it is
"Time
"Is on my side"
You like the Stones, Hobbes?
I bet you didn't, you big Monkee-fan pussy.
Time's up!
See the deal?
If I kill you...
...it's just the final...
...pathetic chapter...
...in the life of a disgraced hero.
Just one more piece of shit, human scum.
But...
...turn it around.
If I die...
...I enter you...
...put 20 more murders on your tab...
...before you go down.
Maybe your nephew or that...
...chippy you were talking to.
How do you want to do this? I die, you die?
What's maximum fun? Can you guess...
...what maximum fun is?
Sure you can.
Now that I've played you from the outside...
...maximum fun is...
...I become you.
You got me, Hobbes. You got me good.
But I gotta ask you something.
You wouldn't let me kill myself. Why is that?
Because I need more time.
Time for what, asshole?
Five hundred cubits. That's a long way, Azazel.
If Jonesy dies too fast...
...as powerful as you are...
...I might never get away from you.
Oh, he's catching on.
What? You think you're going to win?
God willing.
You never know.
Let me ask you something.
Why do you think...
...Milano...
...came all the way out here...
...in the middle of nowhere?
To die, the little chickenshit.
I don't think so.
I think that he wanted to do...
...what I'm going to do.
-Only he couldn't pull it off. -Pull what off?
Oh, come on, Azazel.
Open your eyes.
Look around sometime.
Here we are in this beautiful place...
...not another human being around for miles.
It's just you and me.
What is this? You don't smoke anymore.
That's right. I don't.
You know why?
Because cigarettes kill.
Especially cigarettes laced with poison.
Bullshit.
Same poison that you used to kill my brother.
Fuck you.
It's beautiful, isn't it?
Isn't it so sweet?
We die together...
...just you and me.
"Time
"Is on my side
"Yes, it is"
Fuck you, motherfucker!
I'm sorry, Jonesy.
I'm sorry.
So, like I said at the start...
...I was beaten...
...outsmarted, poisoned...
...by Detective John Hobbes.
Can you imagine what it feels like to be alive for thousands of years...
...and realize you're actually going to die...
...because some self-righteous cop decided he was going to save the fucking world?
Yes, a demon can die...
...and Hobbes figured out how to beat me at my own game.
So what?
The war isn't over, I promise you.
Not by a long shot.
You forgot something, didn't you?
At the beginning I said I was going to tell you...
...about the time I almost died.
See you around.