of violence... are being attributed to satanic cults... who seem determined... to disrupt New Year's celebrations throughout the world. Here in New York-- Sorry, pal, you can't come in here. Ahh. The young boys that you seduced have left... their scent upon you. Remember who it is that you serve. Hmm? Open your eyes, Thomas. Look. Look at the face that has haunted... your dreams for a thousand years. They say you can see the future, Thomas. Then you must know exactly What I'm going to do to you. I don't know what we hope to get from this guy. He's got no fuckin' tongue. - He can write. Fuck me. There is still no explanation... for the devastating explosions... that rocked midtown two nights ago. In the wake of Tuesday night's explosion, investigators from the New York City Fire Department... are still at a loss to explain... why the restaurant suddenly burst into flames, killing at least 35 people. Hey, asshole, watch where you're going. - 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. I-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. W-W-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. No. Shit. No. No. 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--... 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 bitch. 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 her stuff without asking too? When I was looking for something. What are you looking for? A connection. Most days, I don't feel connected to anyone. I noticed a lot of religious books outside. Mm. They're my stepmother's. Is she a big believer? - No, not really. ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Баллада о солдате на английском - текст Звездный Крейсер Галактика - Сезон 2 на английском - текст Сто дней после детства на английском - текст Рыжая Соня на английском - текст Закон Мерфи на английском |