would be taken to the new city,
the City of the Angels.
He would be rescued by
a man who is no angel.
- Who is that?
- You, Mr Jarell
Yeah, right. OK.
I'm in the middle of a basketball game,
although I'd love to stay and chat with you.
- This looks like a big joint.
- I'm serious, Mr Jarrell.
Lick it and smoke it.
I think there were two of these,
and you smoked the other one.
Put it in your bag
and stop smoking scrolls.
You know, it looks like a joint.
And you might get jumped by some Rastafarians
if you walk around with it, so put it away.
Excuse me, I have a game to play.
It was a nice thought.
I realise it's hard for you to take in,
but it's your destiny
to find the Golden Child.
And it's your destiny to seek
some serious psychiatric help.
Really. Excuse me. Can I go and play now?
Please, go home?
Excuse me.
And such a cute girl, too.
Dope fiend!
- Is that her?
- Yes, that's Cheryl Mosely.
- How long has she been missing?
- About three weeks.
- What have you got?
- Not much.
Three days ago, the rental sign goes
down and a truck backs up to the door.
The neighbours hear a continuous,
low murmur night and day.
At ten last night, the truck pulls up again
and the murmuring stops.
A neighbour comes out to shut up
his dog who won't come down the hill.
He looks over the fence
and finds the body.
- Who rented the place?
- She did. By phone, mailed in cash.
- Did you take the referral I sent you?
- No.
- You only take the kid cases.
- Yeah.
Get a few more shots in here.
Ms Tibet, you can come out now.
Stop following me, I won't take your case.
You're already on it.
What makes you think
the kid was in the house?
This is a restraint curse. They must
restrain him spiritually and physically.
They need to keep evil on him
on all four sides of him at all times.
Just the writing isn't enough.
They'd need something else.
- Or what?
- Or the child projects himself astrally.
Give me a break.
You're telling me
that the people that killed Cheryl...
If I find them, they're the same people
that kidnapped the...
...the Golden Child. Exactly.
Right.
- But why would they kill Cheryl?
- I don't know.
- Why are they feeding the kid blood?
- Are you sure?
- I found a bowl of oatmeal...
- Yes?
...with some blood on the bottom of it.
It's probably hers.
I don't know. There is somebody
we could ask about the blood.
This is LA, though. You're going to
ask somebody about the blood?
Are they in this world
or do we have to project there?
Some part of the galaxy...
Mr Jarrell, you honour my shop
with your presence.
He's very pleased
to meet a man as great as you.
How do you say "Thank you"?
We must speak to Kala.
OK... Hey!
Mr Jarrell.
You may speak with her.
She can hear you.
Tell me about the Golden Child.
Every thousand generations,
a perfect child is born.
A Golden Child.
He has come to rescue us.
- Rescue us from what?
- From ourselves.
He is the Bringer of Compassion.
If he dies, compassion will die with him.
If something happens to the kid,
the whole world goes to hell?
The world will become hell!
It's not far from that now!
Who would want to take the kid?
Those who want evil rather than good.
- Can you be more specific?
- We do not know who took him.
Could you tell me why
they are trying to make him eat blood?
Nothing in this world will hurt him.
But if he were to pollute himself
with anything impure,
he would become vulnerable.
OK. So if they...
If he eats the blood, they can kill him.
Yes.
Do you have any other questions?
As a matter of fact I do.
What are you doing this weekend,
because your silhouette is kicking!
She plays the maraccas, too?
- This is the Chosen One?
- Yes...
You people put on a good show.
Where did you find her?
She's the librarian
at the Secret Repository at Palkor Sin.
She was flown here to help us.
She's over 300 years old.
- How did she manage that one?
- One of her ancestor