i always forget how cold it gets in the desert.
mr. daggett, i presume. how's the faith?
come come, must you be so wishy-washy about everything? with the absent- minded eagle scout, i can see that. but you're looking at the devil man, say something.
much better. can i have some coffee?
i have come to remind you that the winged party boys are just that: spoiled boys. you are armed, however pathetically, with the one thing they never really understood: theology. it's not much, but that's life.
don't press your luck, mr. daggett.
go and get ready, thomas.
have you ever considered katherine, that the great absentee landlord, the soft-eyed eagle scout your childhood prayers are for, is just using you? that you're only the exterminator to get rid of his pests?
god's junkies are coming, katherine. and when they do, all hell is going to break loose.
no.
please. go on.
long time.
and full of ambition.
but i remember the last one. michael's war.
but lots of angels were with me. every one followed their leader out of heaven.
except one. oh, he was with me all right. he hated the eagle scout. envied the power he gave to his son. but this angel never came out front during the war. and when it ended he thought maybe, maybe the eagle scout didn't notice. so he laid low and towed the company line till he could start his own war. it was all just jealousy.
but maybe he did notice. maybe that's why i'm here.
you've always been a part of me, gabriel. and now it's time to come home.
i understand.
not necessarily. maybe i like you. maybe i want you to come with me.
you owe me, katherine. and you're going to ask me to take you home.
you will. you will because any other way is going to be more awful than you can imagine.
perhaps another time.
goodbye, katherine. for now.