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Send a check or money order to the address
on the bottom of your screen,
and our church will continue
to preach the Lord's...
Let's pray together.
Lord Jesus. Lord Jesus, we pray.
We pray that you will stay in our hearts.
We pray that you would...
Oh, God! God!
God...
Where am I?
What is this place? What is this?
Through the power of God Almighty,
I judge the wicked of this Earth.
The sinners, the Satanists, the sexual deviants.
I cast them out of my life!
Is this some kind of a... Is this a prank?
Huh?! Is this a joke?!
The hell's going on here?!
What are you doin'?!
Okay. Come on out!
The wages of sin is death.
Let the sinners...
Oh, let them descend into the pit of hell.
Push them in! No! Enough here!
I didn't do anything!
I spread His word!
What is this?!
Kneel, and prepare your testimony.
I didn't... I didn't do anything.
I did everything for Him.
A small donation is all I ask.
Can we even put a price on salvation?
Alright, that's it!
I have not done anything!
I brought God to the world!
I am not a sinner!
I am not a fornicator!
Or a junkie!
I am righteous!
Look, people... people need me!
Abomination.
The day of reckoning comes.
No, no, no. No.
I... did everything He said.
I did it all for Him.
- Kneel. - Oh, no.
And your destruction shall not be delayed.
No, no, no, no! No!
N-o-o-o-o!
Whoa, oh, oh oh oh
You want it all but don't want to take it away
Ooh, you could throw the ball...
Hey. Yeah, it's me.
Yeah. No, no, no. I'm in a phone booth.
Everything's fine.
No. Hey, listen, I...
I had to pick up an extra shift today.
Yeah. Can you...
Can you just do me a favor, please?
Yes, exactly. Right when he gets home.
Okay. Yeah. Thank you.
I'm one of the... Hello?
Hello?
You there?
You know, Sally, it's way too hot for your bullshit today.
Yeah, the heat certainly does remind you of something,
doesn't it? Oh, yeah, it does remind me.
I gotta shit.
You.
You, Angie Pitarelli... You poison our men
in your booth of sin. You corrupt their desires.
Oh, your men?
Are you sure that you and the rest of
the Decency League here really want them, Sals?
I mean, have you seen men?
You make your little jokes,
but you're all alone in this world, aren't you?
Why won't you take Jesus into your life?
Why won't you repent and accept His love?
Is Satan prohibiting you from seeing the light?
You know, your little holy hissy fit
isn't drawing the news crews
and the photographers like it used to, Sal,
so maybe you should try something different.
Maybe, uh... give them a little show.
Harlot!
Satan has you, and you refuse to see the truth.
Judgment comes to wipe your stain from the world.
Trust me, Sals, stains coming out of my booth
ain't from me.
Gugh!
You are a foul person!
Oh, my God. Thank you so much.
You're a saint and sinner
Whoa-oh
There ain't no winner
The face of the other
Whoa-oh
Ray?
Ray! Okay, okay.
Hold on a goddamn minute.
Andy Pete, my Employee of the Month.
Sorry to keep you waiting, sweetheart.
I had to find myself some new, uh, reference material.
Got to keep up with the trends, you know?
Oh, so that's what's keeping you
from kicking the crazies off the street
and bringing in paying customers.
Market analysis?
Tell you what. I did some research,
and I think I found out what your problem is.
- Oh, this'll be good. - No, no.
Bear with me. Check this out.
You see, what's in right now is big old,
juicy, voluptuous titties,
and these little bitty, tight, cute little asses.
And, you know, you're kind of, like... like, the opposite.
You're like an upside down version of a Christy Canyon.
Well, hold on now, hold on now.
I'm just saying it because I love you.
One booth.
Girl, how many extra shifts you gonna take this week?
You spin around in that chair too much more,
you're gonna get calluses all over your ass.
Yeah, well, it's that or break my neck.
Mama needs new sneakers.
All right, fine.
You're on till midnight, precious.
Booth number three.
And regardless of that fat ass of yours,
we, uh... We should be pretty busy.
That low-rent Tammy Faye out there,
oh, man, she's great advertisement.
Besides, we're the only spot on the block with air-conditioning.
Still smells like balls in here.
Aww. Thank you for noticing.
You know, uh, while you're at it,
can you try to smile a little bit?
- Yeah. - And maybe try to be
a little less aggressive.
Oh.
Well, you've been scaring the customers.
Oh.
Really? See, that's called aggressive behavior.
Ray, the goddamn door won't open again.
Yeah, yeah, I'm coming.
Sometime this year.
Well?
How about a "please"?
Jesus Christ, Ray.
You know, I've got the Uptight Butthole League
in my face, I've got you looking
for motivation to do your job.
Can I just get to work... please?
Unh!
Now, was that so hard?
I thought you said you were gonna fix that
fucking floorboard anyway.
I thought I did, too.
Thanks, Ray. You're a peach.
You're welcome.
Hello, precious.
As he takes from me my last breath
Inhale
I'm picking up the scent
What a hell of a feeling
It is dark all day
But there is something in the sky that glows
What a hell of a feeling
With such a brilliant mind
Can you feel those chemicals in the air tonight
I will see you on the other side
I am your night girl, rip my heart out
Darkness falling yet another night
Come on, Lost Boys, let's stay alive
Let's fly
Darkness falling yet another night
Come on, Lost Boys, let's stay alive
Goodnight, my Lost Boys
Thou shall not fear
Goodnight, my sweetheart
Ray.
I'm not doing this for fun, you know?
You want to at least try to pull in some customers?
Fuck's sake.
Amateur hour.
Well, maybe if you dance
to something other than that dentist drill music shit.
You know, maybe try, like, some of that...
Some Stevie B or some of that new booty shaking stuff
they got going around. You know what I'm saying?
Alright, fine.
Gotta do everything around here myself.
One at a time!
I cannot understand a single word...
I don't give a shit. That's it. Out.
Get the fuck out, all y'all.
Whoa, whoa, hold up now! Get back! Get back!
Everybody, get...
What the fuck?
Whoa!
Up yours too, Ray.
The power of God almighty.
I judge the wicked...
Shut the fuck up.
The sexual deviants.
I cast them out of my life
and I urge you, my precious flock,
to do the same.
They'll burn. They'll burn!
They will all burn in the fires...
That's fuckin' weird.
Shit!
Ooh!
Ray?
What the hell is going on out there?
Ray?
Ray. Come on, man. Stop messing around.
Okay? Just turn on the light.
Ray? Turn on the light, man.
This isn't funny. Say something.
Oh, my God! Oh, my God, Ray!
Ray, who did this to you?! Oh, my God! Are you okay?!
Oh! Oh, fuck, no. Unh-uh.
Oh, my God. Fuck. Oh, my God. Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Come on. Come on. Come on.
Come on!
God damn it, Ray!
Okay. Okay. Okay.
Think, Angie. Think, Angie. Think.
Think. Think.
Okay.
Does it slide?
Okay, okay. Oh, I am not dying in a peep show booth.
Okay.
Okay, okay.
Alright. Okay. Come on, come on, come on.
Come on, baby.
Fuck!
I can't be stuck here.
God. I can't be trapped in here.
I can't be trapped in here. Please.
This is it. This is the end of everything.
You're shitting me.
- Sally? - Things in the sky.
Men and women turning on each other,
tearing each other's skin with their teeth and their nails.
What the hell is happening out there?
It's the end of the world.
The final judgment, just like in the Bible.
Jesus Christ, Sally.
Can we leave the brainwash brigade behind for five seconds?
Come on. No.
Their eyes... eyes like snakes,
and their voices... Screams from below,
cries for... Stop. All right?
This is not your end times bullshit.
This is just some shit a syphilitic monk
wrote thousands of years ago to keep people
from fucking their sisters and eating rotten shellfish.
All right? And if there is some weird shit going on out there,
I'd put my money on the Russians before anything else.
I can't believe it.
It is the hour of our reckoning, and I have to spend it with you?
Wow. You go from crying about the end times
to being a judgmental bitch in no time flat, don't you?
Oh, poor little stripper.
You are responsible for all of this.
You and... and the Satanists,
and don't even get me started on the homosexuals.
You have paved the road for Lucifer himself
to stomp his cloven hooves right up to our doorstep.
What the hell are you even talking about?
The Book of Revelation
is happening right here, right now.
Do you know what that means? No. Of course you don't.
If it wasn't covered in your liberal news media,
you didn't hear a word of it.
It means the rapture is coming. It means that people like me,
we are going to be welcomed into Christ's embrace.
And people like you...
Well, while you are enjoying an eternity of hell on earth,
remember that I tried to warn you.
Oh, yeah. So why are you crying in a peep show
rather than lined up at the pearly gates?
Like you know anything about the ways of God!
He is going to call my name and I am going to be taken home.
You'll see.
Yeah, I don't think I will. Revelations or not,
I'm not dying in here. Not when my man needs me.
Did you not hear me?
The streets are running with blood.
And if your man is anything like you, I guarantee...
You say one more word and I'll be sending you to Jesus
in little bitty pieces. You got me?
We got to find a way out of here.
We can't just sit here sweating our asses off,
waiting for whatever's out there to come in here.
There's no "we" here. Anywhere you go,
all you're going to find is hell.
The Earth shall be swallowed up in demon filled caverns.
That's it. Caverns. This place, this whole building,
it was a speakeasy during Prohibition.
- What a surprise. - Which means we're probably
standing right on top of old bootlegger tunnels.
That's probably why this floor is a warped piece of shit.
If we can get down there, we can get anywhere in the city.
Okay, Sally, get your self-righteous ass over here
and help me lift this floorboard.
Um... no.
Oh, come on.
Let your last act be one of salvation.
Save my sinning, fornicating, harlot ass.
Maybe it'll jump you up a few spots on God's waiting list.
Fine. Fine. I'll help you.
But I am not going with you.
Oh, no, Sally.
Please stay by my side. I'll miss you ever so much.
You want to open up?
Ah, shit.
That's right. The floorboard over there,
it's all warped and blocking the door.
Well, wait a minute. I got an idea.
Okay. Grab on of the door handle.
On the count of three, we are going to lift up
and open the door toward me. You got it?
There's no way that's going to work.
How did you even get in here? Don't worry about that, okay?
Just shut up and lift.
On one, two, three.
Are you even lifting? Yes.
We're not even close.
All right. Okay. All right. Let's try again.
Ready?
One, two, three.
Fuck.
Pull!
God damn it, I'm trying! Shit! It's stuck.
Fuck. Fuck!
What are you doing over there?
Angie, Angie, this is hard plastic.
It's not glass. It's not gonna break.
I figured it was worth a shot. Suit yourself.
Angie?
Are you... Is everything all right?
Angie?
Sally. Look up.
Is there a vent in the ceiling?
There is. Why?
Because I want you to turn your chair on its side,
shimmy your way up there, crawl inside the vent,
get over here, and then we'll get the fuck out.
You want me to touch this stripper chair?
Lord knows what parts of your body have touched this.
I'll make it easy for you, Sals.
All of them. Every single one.
I won't. I won't.
Yeah. Okay. Okay. Yeah.
- How's it coming over there? - I'm at the vent. I just...
The cover, it... it won't budge. Maybe the screws...
Come on. Come on.
Come on.
Dang it!
Looks like you didn't even break a nail. Come on.
Get that shit open, or we're never getting out of here.
No, you're never going to get out of here.
I am not the one that is trapped in here.
I am going to be...
Oh! Yes! We all know, Sally. You are going to be lifted up
to your paradise in the sky on some magical cloud,
because your paradise on earth wasn't good enough.
- What's that supposed to mean? - It means it must be really nice
to have the time and ability
to devote your life to ruining someone else's.
Look around you, you stuck-up bitch.
Do you think that this is what I aspired to?
Do you think this is what I dreamt of?
Yeah, well, we all make choices.
Yeah. And I made mine.
And I like what I do.
The one thing I don't like is being shamed for it,
especially by the one person who is so hot to save my soul,
but can't be bothered to save me from dying
in a fucking peep show booth!
Aah!
Hey, watch it.
Sally.
Forget everything I just said.
We can do this. We can make this work.
- Make what work? - A hundred times,
I told Ray, "Finish this stupid wall.
I'm tired of looking at it."
You know what he said?
"Customer ain't here to look at no wall."
Angie. Angie, what are you doing?
Well, Ray, for once, your cheap ass did me a solid.
I-I think we'll be safer here.
Ah!
Oh, fuck. Oh, I knew it. Okay, so if we can clear
all this shit out of here, you can shimmy
your skinny, sweatin'-to-the- oldies ass over to my booth,
we can get out of here.
I don't know.
Listen, I don't know much about eternal reward,
and I don't know what kind of person you are.
Not really. But I am asking you, please,
do not leave me alone to die in here.
- Okay. - Yes. Okay. Okay.
Come on.
How's it coming on your side?
Well, there's no way we're going to get this board to move.
Oh, shit.
Wait. Wait, wait. Um, there was a crowbar.
I saw a crowbar lying on the ground on my way in.
Well, go. Get that shit.
Uh, it... it's really dark out there.
- Sally. - Okay. Okay.
Okay.
Sal? What the hell is going on out there? Sometime today?
Hey. Hey, hey. Ray, Ray.
This is what you want, right?
Me, all of yourself?
No customers. No talk of my man.
Just the two of us. You know you watch me, Ray.
I can feel your eyes on me.
Hit him. Hit him now.
It's okay, Ray. It's just us.
You can watch me all you want to now.
What are you waiting for? There's no one else here.
You can do all the things you want to.
Sally, do it!
Jesus Christ!
Oh, my God!
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. We need that crowbar.
No, no, no, no, no.
Please. I... I know. I know. It's okay.
- It's okay. - I-I-I don't think I can.
You can do it. You can do it.
Like... Like pulling off a Band-Aid.
It's okay. Take a deep breath.
Hey. Hey, Sals, you okay?
I don't want to talk about it.
Yeah. Yeah, okay.
Why don't you hand me the crowbar
and I'll do the rest?
Right.
Right. Just a bit of blood.
As long as it's not our blood,
that's what matters, right? Here we go.
Yes! Oh! Love it! God! Ray!
Okay. Uh, so that should work.
And...
Oh.
Slide on through. Just watch out
for the loose nails and staples and shit.
- I better not get stuck in here. - You won't. I'm right here.
That's it.
Easy. Easy.
- Ow. - Okay. Okay.
- You got it? - Yeah.
Okay.
- Okay, pull. - I got it. Okay.
Keep going.
Almost there. Almost there. Okay. Okay.
What now?
Keep moving. Just keep moving.
You closed your door, right?
Okay, come on.
It's okay. It's okay.
Just keep moving. You're almost there. You're almost there.
You're almost there. Come on.
You got it. Almost.
Come on. There you go. There you go.
Oh, my God. Cold.
Oh, my God, Angie, Angie, there's something on me!
Okay, okay, you're almost there, you're almost there.
Oh, my God, Angie, Angie, something's on me!
Something's on me! Something's pulling!
Oh, my God! It's okay. Calm down.
It's okay. Come on. Keep going.
You're almost there. You're almost there.
It's okay. You're almost through.
It's alright. Don't worry
You're almost there. You're almost there.
You're almost there. It's okay.
Shit.
What the fuck?
Come on, Angie.
Aah!
- Still stuck. Still stuck. - Oh. Okay.
It's still alive! Fuck!
Quick!
Oh, my God.
How is that fucking snake still alive?
It's not a snake, Angie. It's a demon. An unclean spirit.
Just like the adversary in the Garden of Eden.
"And the Great Dragon was thrown down,"
that ancient serpent who is called the devil and Satan,
"the deceiver of the whole world."
He was thrown down to the earth
and his angels were thrown down with him.
Now do you believe me?
I believe you've actually read that big-ass book.
Now, come on, let's get to work before, uh, slimy over there
decides to come back into our booth.
You think I'm actually afraid of that hellspawn?
My inner light gives me strength.
It can come from me all at once. I can't be compromised.
But when it entered you...
Jesus, do you ever stop? I mean, look at us.
Look at where we are. Are you really that insecure?
I mean, one minute you're telling me
what a piece of trash I am,
and the next, you're clambering all over yourself
to tell me how much better you are than me.
Just shut up already and help me pull.
Fuck.
You know, I never said I was better than you.
I just wanted to help.
That's why I started the... the protests
and... and the league,
because I-I thought maybe I could help somebody.
Turns out, shouting at people is a lot easier
than actually talking to them.
You know, Sals,
It's been a long time since Catholic school,
but I'm pretty sure no one ascended to sainthood
climbing on the backs of anybody else.
What I mean is maybe instead of going around
telling everybody else how to live their lives,
you should get a little comfortable
with your own life first.
- What are you trying to say? - I'm saying...
I'm saying that usually the people
who are running around shouting
about how they've got it all figured out
are usually the ones who are the most lost.
Take that, you piece of shit Revealers Bookstore.
I am leaving and I am never coming back.
Hey, Angie. I don't want to ruin your moment,
but we're not going anywhere yet.
Are you kidding me?
What else? Hmm?
What other crazy, messed-up shit
do I have to deal with in a single day?
Ah!
It's the first horn blow.
The first of seven.
Listen. It's okay. Listen.
Do you hear that?
Hail, fire, and blood will rain down from the sky.
The destruction is imaginable.
After that, the trumpet.
Soon, the mountains will erupt with fire
and all the water will be poisonous.
Sally? You still with me?
This is the end, Angie Pitarelli.
You thought Hell was a joke?
You thought Hell wasn't real? Think again.
Sally, I'm gonna need you to back off of me now.
Hell is coming for you. It is coming for everyone,
and all of your sins and all of your judgments...
Oh, how you're gonna pay.
Sally, stop it. All right? I don't want to hear anymore.
Why?
You still think you're going to make it to your man?
And what are his sins, Angie? Hmm?
Sally, whatever you are, I'm warning you.
What is he?
A junkie? A sexual deviant?
Whatever he is, a reckoning will come for him all the same.
It will come and it will feast on his...
Ah.
You... You punched me in... In my...
Twat?
Go ahead and say it, Dudley Do-Right.
I punched you right in your dusty twat.
Oh, my lady bits hurt.
What was that for? To snap you out of it.
You're lucky a cooz bruise is all you got.
Still want to stick around,
or do you want to get the hell out of here?
Hmm?
Where are you?
David?
David, baby, is that you? Angie.
- Angie. - David, where are you?
Please. I need you. I'm so scared.
I know, baby, it's okay. I'm right here.
- Angie, Angie. - It's okay.
Auntie, where are you?
David, Auntie's here.
How did... How did you get here?
There's something out there.
Baby, it's okay. Just...
David, where are you?
- It's so dark. - Come closer to the glass, okay?
I can't see you.
Just... Just come over here.
Auntie's here, okay?
- Please. I need you. - David?
I know. Auntie's here. It's okay.
Okay? David?
Where are you, Auntie?
Shit. Fuck.
Ah.
Fuck! What the fuck?!
Kneel before Ashmedai.
That sound.
Oh, it's like I hear it in my heart.
I know, I know.
The trumpet is out there and he is in here.
What the fuck was that?
Ashmedai.
In Jewish legend, he is the demon prince of lust.
To his worshipers, the "Dungeons & Dragons" players
and heavy metal musicians,
he's Asmodeus, the creature of judgment.
Well, to hell with him and his judgment.
Fucking... ass. Mode-ass.
Let's go.
Okay.
Okay. Okay. Okay.
You got it. Easy, easy, easy.
Wait, wait, wait. We need the flashlight.
Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me.
Reckoning, girls.
- Fuck you! - What?
Angie, he's the king of demons.
I don't think we should piss him off.
Yeah, he's still a fucking asshole.
It's the third trumpet.
The star of Wormwood has fallen from the heavens.
I take it that's not the all-clear sign?
All the water across the entire planet is poisonous.
Okay? Everybody who drinks it will die.
Great. More good news.
We got to get out of here. Okay, uh, let's go this way.
Ah, fuck.
Come on. Come on, come on, come on.
It's okay.
Wow.
This is pleasant.
Well, if you want to try your luck finding a minivan
above ground, be my guest.
Angie. Oh, my God. This is really bad.
Yeah, must have snagged it on a nail or something.
I mean, you're going to need stitches.
It'll be okay. Don't worry about it.
- Here. Hold this. - Okay.
Damn, Sally.
You got some good looking gams.
You could have made a mint in that booth.
Disgusting.
Hold still.
Okay.
Okay?
Thanks.
Let's keep going. Okay.
So, um...
David.
I take it he's your man?
Not much of a man, really. He's 12 years old.
- Oh, so, you're his aunt? - Yeah.
And his guardian, but like, not his legal guardian.
Why not?
Because Social Services would rather see him end up
in some shithole than and look for someone like me.
My brother had David when he was young and dumb
and got pinched for armed robbery.
And David's mom fell in with the wrong crowd
and became a junkie almost overnight.
So, the kid had no one.
He was all alone.
In comes me,
the knight in a shining G-string.
I'm sorry. I-I didn't know.
Don't be.
David and I have this thing where
every day as he gets home from school,
I'm there waiting, right at the front door as he's walking up.
I figure he's probably got issues with people leaving him.
You know? So, I just want to help... help him feel safe.
You know, raising that kid does make me feel
like I am not entirely a fuck up,
that I am doing something right for once in my life.
Then again, maybe you're right.
I mean, let's face it, that's not exactly Saint Peter
chasing me down right now.
Yeah, well, in case you haven't noticed, I'm still here.
You know? And at least you, um...
You actually lived your life.
I'm pretty sure I let mine slip right through my fingers.
Look.
My whole life, I've been told that
everything I do is wrong in some way.
And that I'm not good enough.
All I'm saying is,
just don't do that to yourself, okay?
Not even... Not even for the big guy.
- I am weirdly moved. - Yeah.
Well, dry your eyes. We've got to figure that out.
I thought you knew where we were going.
No, I said I knew there were tunnels down here.
I'm not a C.H.U.D., okay?
I don't know the ins and outs of a subterranean city.
And you have no idea what a C.H.U.D. is.
Okay. You know what?
Excuse me for splurging on HBO. It seemed like
a better investment at the time than sneakers.
- Angie! - Right. Okay, so,
one of these goes to the river
and the other one goes... somewhere else.
So, we've got... door number one...
door number two.
Door number one.
That tunnel, that tunnel, that tunnel, that tunnel!
I think we lost it. Yeah, for now.
Angie, Angie.
How much longer can we keep this up?
I mean, Asmodeus, he...
It's only a matter of time. No, no, don't talk like that.
Don't even think like that. Okay?
We're going to figure this out.
Come here.
What's here?
- Holy shit. - What is it?
Here. Work on that.
Sure, yeah. I'll just use my spare kerosene.
Huh.
Look at that.
I think...
I think this could be our way out of here.
Okay, so if we just came from there,
that puts Revealers probably right about there-ish.
Yeah. So, if we continue that way...
That way. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Then we can go there and then. Great, yeah, yeah.
No, this... this'll work. I feel good about this.
Okay, yeah, let's go.
Ah-ha! Another fork, just like the map says.
Or it could be a coincidence. I mean, who drew this map?
How old is it?
The rum runners, or... Is that what they were called?
I don't know. Do you have a better plan?
Let's see. Okay. So if we follow that fork
over there to the right,
then it'll take us here and there.
A couple of twists and turns,
and then, boom, we're at the river.
Wait a second. Wait a second.
We've got to be right about Wilson and Sawyer.
So actually... actually, if we take the fork to the left,
it'll take us right to St. Augustine Church.
And?
Angie, think about it. If you make it to the river,
what are you going to do?
Go to David, and then, I don't know, Canada?
Things are probably better there, right?
Come on. It worked in "Red Dawn". I don't know.
As long as I have David, it doesn't matter.
I'll figure it out from there.
Come with me. Okay?
Maybe there's still time for us. For both of us.
And if anything else, it's a house of God.
We'll at least be safe there.
And then you can figure out how to get to David from there.
And you can repent and be saved.
Sally, there is nothing for you at that church.
Do you understand that? You've given so much,
and from what I can tell,
you've really tried to be a good person.
But if your number hasn't been called by now...
I can't.
The river is poisoned.
The entire world is probably in flames. Okay?
St. Augustine wrote the book "The City of God".
Okay? It's not a coincidence. It's a sign.
David...
That is where we're supposed to be.
- I have to get to David. - David is already...
No. He is waiting for me. He knows I always wait for him.
Always.
- So, I guess this is it, then. - This is it.
Wait.
What are you doing, you weirdo?
Just... one second.
You need these more than me.
Okay?
I'm not going as far.
Good luck, Angie. I mean it.
Here. Take this.
Come on. You're a better shot than me anyway.
Wait, wait. Wait.
Damn it, this doesn't make any sense.
Shit.
Shit, shit.
Sally? Is that you?
Sally?
If this is a joke, man,
okay, it's... it's really, really not funny.
Sal?
Fuck.
Come on.
The hell?
Shit.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death...
I fear no evil, for You are with me.
You...
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.
Angie?
Judge not and ye shall not be judged.
Where are you?!
Sally Mewbourne.
It is... time.
I am not... I am not afraid!
Ah!
Ah! Oh, my God!
Oh, my God.
We're even.
Do none of that!
Let's keep bashing their fucking heads in.
This way. Come on.
Come on. Go, go.
They don't want you. They want me.
How can that be possible?
I've lived my whole life like He was wanting.
Sucks, doesn't it?
Judged all the time, watched,
have someone sizing you up.
Welcome to my life.
You know, I-I think I know why I hate you, Angie.
It's not because you are indecent or profane
or even because you're a sinner.
It's because... It's because of what you do in there.
In that booth.
What it makes me think.
You were writhing and dancing and... and your nude body.
I get it, Sally. You want to be me.
What?
God, no, Angie. I don't want tobeyou.
Wait, what are you saying?
No, no, no. Never mind. Just...
I don't even know what I'm talking about. Forget it.
Whoa, no, no, no. I can't forget it.
I-I can't think about anything else.
Sally Mewbourne of all people is into girls?
No, no, no, no. But I don't want to be.
It's just... It's always there.
And then when I look at you, I think...
I just start thinking these thoughts.
I don't... I don't want to.
I don't want to think those thoughts.
It's just always been there, ever since...
Ever since I was a little girl.
There was... There was this painting
in one of my textbooks of Mary Magdalene.
She was... penitent, holding her hand to her heart.
And she was...
She was holding her robe up, just enough to cover her...
Shh, shh.
Come on. Let's go.
- What? - Just in case.
So, let me get this straight.
This whole time you've been telling me what a freak I am,
shouting at me...
Like you don't have the same unclean thoughts.
Uh, no, Sals. I am strictly dickly.
But I can't believe it.
This whole time, you've been a secret dyke.
You? Even you are going to look at me like that?
I thought that you were different.
No, Sal, I...
That's why the demons want me.
I am an abomination.
Sally.
That's it. Those demon things.
They don't want you the moment you stop lying to yourself.
That's four. Fourth trumpet.
Darkness.
The moon and the sun are extinguished.
We got to get going. We're low on batteries as it is.
Angie, listen to me.
The fourth trumpet is the final one
before the trumpet of woes.
Seriously?
Haven't we had enough woe for one day?
How much more woe do we need?
The angels are coming.
And they're bringing the plagues and the locusts
and the beasts and the devils.
Auntie, where are you? Please.
Angie, it's not him.
You think?
You can run, but you cannot escape.
All paths bring you to me.
All lead to judgment.
Wait, wait. Something doesn't feel right.
I think we've already been here. It doesn't matter.
All that matters is getting as much space between us
and that fucking monster as possible.
- No, we've been in this tunnel. - That's impossible.
It's bullshit. Angie. Look.
No, no, no, no, no, no!
We must've gotten turned out in the dark. Shit!
Fuck.
Leave us alone!
No. No, you're not taking her. You're not...
Ah!
You, Angie Pitarelli... You poison our men
in your booth of sin.
You corrupt their desires.
Harlot!
Satan has you, but you refuse to see the truth.
Judgment comes to wipe your stink from the world.
No, no, no, no, no.
I don't want to be. It's just...
It's always there.
And then when I look at you, I think...
I just kept thinking these thoughts.
I don't... I don't want to.
I don't want to think these thoughts.
It's just always there.
Ever since I was a little girl.
You neither saved me nor judged me.
Motherfucker wants to watch.
Hey! Hey, you fucking creep.
Yeah, you think I'm not used to people watching me, huh?
Well, listen to this. Sally's gay.
She likes girls,
and, okay, maybe her calling me out for my behavior
because she has a crush on me is a bit hypocritical.
Not maybe. It is, but it's not easy being her.
She feels one way and the world tells her it's wrong.
That would mess anybody up.
You ask me, this is the fault of that book
you keep quoting... your Bible.
Maybe someone should have proofread it a little better
so assholes don't have justification to be bigots.
Or maybe issue an amendment or two.
Is it really so much to ask?
It's 1987. Who gives a shit?
She admitted what she is.
She said, "Fuck this big goddamn lie, man."
And you know what?
She is cool. She is punk as fuck.
And when this whole thing is over,
I'm taking her out for tacos.
Witness, prepare your testimony.
It is the time of reckoning. Yeah.
And I reckon your mom must have had
a three way at a petting zoo.
Who the fuck do you think you are, motherfucker?
You think you get to judge me?
You cannot escape me,
You think I'm not judged every day of my goddamn life?
You think I'm not sick and tired of men
telling me to smile, be less aggressive?
One of you still judges.
Here's your smile.
Fuck you, and your boss, bitch!
Sally Mewbourne stands in judgment of you.
You are a harlot.
Yeah, she's a harlot.
But she's also my friend.
So, fuck you, Ass-mode-ass.
Are you okay?
Sally Mewbourne, demon slayer.
Yeah, well, that's why you don't mess with my friends.
- I didn't judge you. - Me, neither.
Ah! Angie!
No! No! Oh, Sally!
No. No.
You son of a bitch.
Give me back my friend!
Oh, God! Oh!
Give me back my friend!
What the hell happened? II don't know.
I was fighting it and he screamed and just let go of me.
Oh, shit.
Angie, we only bought ourselves some time.
I don't think that thing can die.
Well, I gave him some scars to remember us by.
Let's get the fuck out of here.
I...
I need you to know that...
in that room...
I said that you were the most righteous person I've ever met.
Thanks, Sals.
You're pretty damn righteous yourself.
We're here.
Wait. This doesn't make sense.
St. Augustine is a modern church.
Why would there be doors underground?
I don't know.
But this feels like our sanctuary.
This is where we're supposed to be.
David's already waiting. I can feel it.
"And the earth shall be swallowed up
in demon filled caverns."
Angie...
what if the rest of the world didn't..
Didn't what? What are you saying?
No. No. Never mind. I'm...
I'm being stupid. We did it.
We made it.
Just bring me the storm and I'll carry home
To the city of the Echo
And when Hell comes rolling in
Time won't lie
A cold, cold silver armed embrace
You're so delicate, you're so delicate
Lie down
You cut with your eyes, you're undercover
The moment to bleed and to discover
Footsteps in the rain
A calling
A killer
Rest assured, assume it's not over, not over, not not over
Just bring me the storm and I'll carry home
To the city of the Echo