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!
- Shit!
- 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 fuck you. He's gonna
fuck you, Christine. Can you see him?
- Can you see him?
- Who are you?
How do you know
my name?
He's gonna fuck 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!
Doctor's office.
Hello.
Is Dr. Abel in, please?
Who's calling, please?
It's Christine York.
Christine, listen to me.
We've been over this before.
It's a terrible thing to lose your
parents. I know it was a long time ago.
The holidays always make something
like that feel much worse.
Understand, these dreams are your
creation. There's nothing real about them.
You control them.
They don't control you.
Take another Xanax
to relieve your anxiety.
You are fine. Trust me.
Another vision?
Why didn't you tell me?
I didn't want you to worry. I'm your
stepmother. It's my job to worry.
No big deal, really.
Just someone on the subway car
turned into porcelain and shattered.
What's wrong with me? Why do I
see things? Why am I so different?
Oh, you don't know
how special you are.
You're better than everybody
else. Just remember that.
I don't want to be better or
worse. I want to be normal.
I want a normal life.
You have to have patience.
All good things will come
to you. You'll see.
Oh, excuse me. I'm sorry, we're closed.
I would like to talk to
you about Thomas Aquinas.
Father, please, I need you
downstairs. Just take these.
Father, please.
Go.
I've already told the police. Thomas
was a friend of mine and a colleague.
He had nothing to do
with what happened today.
There was no one else
on that fire escape.
You don't understand. I understand
getting shot at, and I don't like it.
He shot at you? No,
he shot at my client.
- I happened to get in the way.
- Who's your client?
That's irrelevant right now. What I want to
know is why would a priest try to kill someone?
You've been drinking. I've got 14
years sober, and I can spot that.
Well, good for you. Your friend and
colleague, was he working for someone?
Yes, he was working for God.
So God ordered a hit
on an