Episode #101
Written by Ethan Reiff & Cy Voris

Ezekiel Stone wakes on a subway car. It is empty, void of 
people, as is the station at which he exits. Slowly, he walks 
up the stairs, rising from beneath the earth. Only when he 
reaches the street does he find himself surrounded by people. 
The sights and sounds of his location are familiar to him, 
and Ezekiel recognizes that he is in his hometown of New York 
City. His steps are purposeful as he walks to a church. 

He enters the confessional, crossing himself before speaking 
in a modest tone,  "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.  It 
has been a long time since my last confession. I was a cop, 
and good at my job. I was married. I had a good life." A 
pause, while Stone braces himself to continue speaking, "Then 
my wife was raped. We, uh, caught the guy who did it, but he 
got off. I tracked him down... and I killed him..." There is 
an echo, "killed him.., killed him..." 

"This is a terrible, terrible sin, my son," the priest tells 

"Two months later I cornered this petty thief who had a gun. 
He opened up on me, and I took five bullets to the face and 
neck...  and I died. And because I had killed a man in cold 
blood, I went to hell," Stone tells him. The priest sits 
there in shocked silence for a moment, and Stone asks, "You 
okay in there, Father?" 

When there is no response, Stone continues. "You know it's 
funny, but even in the most maximum security penitentiary, 
from time to time, inmates will escape. It happened on 
Devil's Island, it happened at Alcatraz, and six weeks ago, 
it happened in Hell. One hundred and thirteen of the most 
vile creatures who ever walked the earth escaped. And now 
they're back." 

The priest responds, "But the Prince of Lies, the Master of 
Hell, surely having his subjects back on Earth, spreading 
chaos and destruction, all this would bring a smile to his 

"I don't know, Father. You of all people know that even the 
Devil has to answer to a higher power. He screwed up, and now 
he needs someone to fix things. Someone to track down these 
creatures... and send them back to Hell.” 

"Why are you telling me this... this, ridiculous story?" 

"Oh, come on, Father,” Stone says coldly, as the camera zooms 
in on his face, “I think you know why." 

The wood in the confessional creaks and breaks, and the 
priest runs.  Stone bolts after him.  The priest scampers 
across the street and is hit by a taxi.  He continues on, 
unharmed, glancing furtively over his shoulder to see Ezekiel 
Stone following him.  He runs down an alley, only to realize 
he has been cornered by a chain link fence blocking the 
path.  Stone stands at the mouth of the alley, and trains his 
gun on the priest. "Time to give the Devil his due," he says. 
Just then, a squad car pulls up, lights flashing and sirens 

Two officers jump out of the car.  Detective William Kane 
speaks first.  “Drop it,” he orders.  “You deaf?  I said drop 
it!”  His partner, Charlie Hirsch, trains his gun on Stone.  
With a sigh, Stone lowers his weapon.  Kane pushes him 
against the squad car. 

Hirsch goes after the priest, asking, “Father, are you 
okay?”  But the priest is gone.  Where he stood just a moment 
ago, a gaping hole now stands in the chain link fence, the 
edges still glowing cherry red from where someone or 
something burned through it. 


Hirsch touches the fence, burning himself.  “Son of a 
bitch.”  He hollers back to his partner, Detective Kane, who 
has Stone handcuffed and bent over their squad car.  “I’m 
going to go find that priest before he gets hurt.” 

“All right,” Kane replies. 

“You working the kids, right?” Stone asks quietly. 


“The missing altar boys.  How many so far?” 

“Why don’t you tell me?” Kane replies. 

“Oh, you think I did it, huh?  It was the priest you geniuses 
let escape.” 

“The priest you were running around trying to kill?” Kane 
mocks.  “You know, you can go to Hell for something like 

“Already been there,” Stone mutters. 

“You know what I think?” 

“I could care less.” 

“I think it was you that snatched those two altar boys.  The 
father spotted you trying to snatch number three, so you 
decided to take him out, huh?  No witnesses.” 

“Two,” Stone repeats.  “Thanks for your help, officer.”  
Stone puts his foot against the car, pushing off of it and 
tumbling back onto Detective Kane.  Stone smashes the back of 
his head into Kane’s face, then rolls away.  He stands, 
handcuffs dangling from his wrist, and picks up his gun.  As 
Kane clutches his nose, Stone jogs away. 


A few blocks away, Stone enters a hotel.  The clerk, a young 
woman with a nose ring, eyes him as he enters, and so do the 
other people hanging out in the lobby.  Stone approaches the 
desk and speaks, his voice low, “Room, please.” 

“$62.50 a night, cash up front,” the clerk tells him. 

Stone spots the baseball game on the television.  “Oh, the 
Yankees and Reds.  I haven’t seen a World Series since, uh, 

“Series?  What series?” the clerk asks, looking up from the 
form she is filling out.  “This is interleague play.” 

“Wait a minute, interleague?” Stone repeats.  “Like, the 
National League and the American League play each other 
during the regular season?” 

“They been doing this for two years, where you been?” 

“Out of the country.” 


“Down under.” 

“Huh.”  She slides a key across the desk to him.  “There you 
go.  The elevator’s busted, but you’re only on the third 

Stone takes the key and walks off, muttering under his breath 
as he does so, “As long as I’m going up.” 


The room isn’t much. A red neon sign glows just outside his 
window, and police sirens pass by on the street.  As the 
sirens die down, a toilet flushes next door.  Stone sighs, 
and takes off his jacket.  He steps to the sink and wipes the 
cracked mirror, staring at his reflected image as he turns on 
the water. 

As he washes up, he discovers strange runic tattoos on his 
body. He hears a voice, "The names of the fugitives. Penned 
in my native tongue, of course." To the sound of mocking 
laughter, Stone prowls out on the fire escape with his gun 

The Devil sits there on the railing, silhouetted by a freak 
flash of lightning. "You know, they planned this for 
centuries. Totally unprecedented. Oh, there have been a few, 
over the millennia, who've slipped through the cracks. 
Isolated incidents. Never anything like this. They think 
they'll beat the Devil. They're wrong, Ezekiel. Nobody beats 

"What are you doing here?" 

"Well, it's your first day on the job, you dropped the ball, 
I'm thinking maybe I picked the wrong guy." 

"Yeah, maybe you did." The Devil laughs. Stone continues, "He 
was stronger than me, faster. He even burned a hole through a 
chain link fence." 

"After all, he was my guest for nearly a century. You were 
with me what, fifteen years? The longer you are in hell, the 
more it becomes a part of you, literally. Some of those that 
escaped have been mine since the dawn of time, and have the 
powers to prove it." 

"Terrific, nice odds." 

"Relax. You all play by the same rules, more or less." 

"More or less?" Stone asks. 

"Well, you're already dead, so you can't be killed, or even 
feel pain, unless it is inflicted by another damned soul." 

"So how am I supposed to send them back?" 

"Did I forget to tell you that part?" The Devil laughs. "It's 
the eyes, windows to the soul.  Anyone, alive or dead, 
destroys the eyes, and the damned get a one way ticket back 
home to Hell." 

"Including me?" 

"Silly question, Ezekiel. Last time I checked, you were one 
of the damned. Now, stop asking questions, and get back to 
work. It's the only way you'll ever earn your second chance 
at life on earth." 

"Yeah, about that second chance," Stone begins, the Devil 
smiling appreciatively, "How does that work, exactly?" 

"That's for me to know, and you to find out -- in the event 
you actually succeed at rounding up all one hundred and 
thirteen of your wayward brothers and sisters." 

"One hundred thirteen to one, huh? Great." 

The Devil stands behind Stone and speaks into his ear. 
"Remember, Mr. Stone, Gilbert Jax was a rapist, not a 
murderer. He didn't kill your wife. You had no right to kill 
him. God's universe doesn't work like the American legal 
system. You do something, you pay for it." 

"That is all I was doing," Stone responds forcefully, "I was 
trying to make the bastard pay." 

"Yes, yes," the Devil whispers, "now that's what I like to 
hear. The indomitable spirit, and righteous indignation of 
the human species. I've heard it a billion times, defending a 
billion atrocities, and it's still music to my ears." 

"Listen pal,” Stone shoots back, “you need me as much as I 
need you. You may be all powerful down below, but up here, 
you're just another corporate big shot who's trying to cover 
his ass. Now, if you can't police your own, no one is gonna 
ever be afraid of you again." 

The Devil, smiling again, has only one response. He holds up 
a single digit on his right hand, and pushes Stone off the 
fire escape. Stone lands unhurt on the ground, and brushes 
himself off. 


In the eleventh precinct, Detective Kane is showing around a 
sketch of his assailant. He has a bandage on his nose. “It’s 
very strange,” his boss, Tibbetts, tells him, “I’d swear your 
suspect is Zeke Stone.” 


“Homicide Detective worked out of Manhattan South before your 
time.  I was his sergeant after he got the gold shield.  Good 
cop.  Can’t be him though.” 

“Why not?” 

“He’s dead.  Got blown away by some trigger-happy punk, oh, 
must have been fifteen years ago.”  Tibbetts turns to leave.  
“Night, Will.” 

“Hey, thanks,” Kane replies, thinking over the new 
information.  He stares at the sketch. 


At a museum, Ms. Gilliam is herding a group of school 
children from one room to another.  The priest we saw earlier 
is there also, and he watches them come in.  “So how many of 
you have been to a museum before?”  the teacher wonders.  
“Oh, almost everybody.  So you know how to behave, right?  No 
touching anything, no fooling around,” she tells them. 

The priest approaches, quoting, “Happy hearts and happy 
faces, happy play in grassy places, that was how in ancient 
ages, children grew to kings and sages.” 

Ms. Gilliam crooks her head, considering.  “Did you write 
that, Father?” 

“Oh, no, it wasn’t me, no,” he chuckles.  “It was Robert 
Louis Stevenson.  Yes, he wrote that in 1885, just a few 
years after this was painted.  It was a better time then, 
more innocent.  This city was clean, unspoiled.  In those 
days, when it snowed, it didn’t turn to gray, ugly slush.  It 
was white for days on end.  Like heaven.” 

“You sound like you were there.” 

“Oh, but I was.”  The teacher looks at him oddly, so he 
clarifies, “In my dreams, of course.” 

“Oh,” she says, relieved. 

A student approaches them and interrupts the conversation.  
“Ms. Gilliam, I’ve got to use the bathroom.” 

“One second, Chris,” she tells him.  “Austin, Billy, cut that 

“I’d be happy to take him, if you’d like,” the priest offers. 

“Oh, thank you, Father.  Would you?” 

“Yes, come on,” he replies, smiling as he holds his hand out 
to the young boy, Chris. 

As he leads the child away, Ms. Gilliam turns back to her 
group of children.  “Stop that.  Cut it out!” 


In the restroom, the priest and the boy wash their hands.  
“Well, Christopher, did you enjoy seeing the pictures in 
there?” the priest asks. 

“Not really.  The museum’s boring.  I wish we’d take a field 
trip someplace cool.” 

“Did you know that Saint Christopher was said to have carried 
the Christ child across a river?” 

“I can’t swim,” Chris says. 

The priest laughs.  “Neither can I,” he says.  “Do you go to 

“I kinda have to now,” Chris says dejectedly.  “I started 
serving as an altar boy this year.” 

The priest considers this.  “You know, I have a friend who 
works at the Central Park Zoo.” 


“If we leave now, we could make it by feeding time. I’m sure 
I could persuade my friend to let you feed the animals 

“You think so?” Chris replies, enthused. 

“Well, perhaps not the lion.  But certainly the lamb.” 

“Well, I don’t know,” Chris says.  “How are we going to make 
it back before the end of the field trip?  And if Ms. Gilliam 
finds out I’m gone, I’ll going to be in a lot of trouble.” 

“Not nearly as much trouble as you’re going to be in if you 
don’t come with me,” the priest says, leaning in towards the 
boy.  When they are face to face, he growls. 

Chris tries to run, but the priest snaps him up.  He begins 
to open the window in the bathroom, only to be interrupted by 
another man entering the room.  “Hey,” the man demands, “What 
are you doing to that kid?” 

The priest does not respond, but lunges toward the man, his 
right hand stretched out in front of him, his left hand 
holding the child tight to his body.  Chris tries to scream, 
but he is muffled by the priest’s grip. 


Back at the police station, Kane has told Hirsch his 
speculation.  “So, you think our guy is Lt. Ezekiel Stone, 
N.Y.P.D., killed in the line of duty in June of ‘83?  Okay,” 
Hirsch paraphrases. 

“I know it sounds crazy,” Kane argues, “But I’ve got a 
theory.  Seven months before Stone was killed, his wife got 
raped.  They caught the guy, Gilbert Jax, but couldn’t put a 
case together against him, so he got off.” 


“And, two months before Stone was killed, Jax turns up dead,” 
Kane says. 

“How?” Hirsch asks. 

“It was a drug overdose, ruled accidental.  The guy was an 
habitual user, real piece of scum.  End of story.” 


“Except I.A. doesn’t think it’s the end of the story. They 
start an investigation against Stone, but before they can put 
a case together, he turns up dead, half his face shot off.  
ID had to be made using forensics and departmental records.” 

“So what are you telling me?” Hirsch demands. 

“So what I’m telling you is Stone killed Gilbert Jax, and 
made it look like an OD.  Internal Affairs is closing in on 
him, after the rape, his marriage is on the rocks, his whole 
life is going to Hell.  He’s got no reason to stick around 
and risk going to jail.  So, he found a way out.” 

“So you think he faked his own death?” 

“Makes sense,” Kane replies. 

“That’s fine detective work, Will, except for a few things 
that don’t make sense.  Like, what is he doing back now? Why 
is he in an alley, chasing a priest?  And what is a hero cop 
doing killing little altar boys?  Even if he was alive, which 
he isn’t.” 

Hirsch walks off, and Kane is left to consider this. 


Ezekiel Stone returns to the church he visited the night 
before.  It is nearly deserted, and he walks down the aisle 
and approaches a priest near the front.  “Father Horn?” he 


“Detective Ezekiel Stone, N.Y.P.D.  I need to ask you some 
questions about the priest who was working the confessional 
last night.”  Stone holds out his badge, and we see that the 
priest is blind. 

“Would you hand me your badge, please?” Father Horn asks.  
Stone does, and the priest feels it before responding.  “That 
would have been Father Solinas.  May I ask what this is 
about, Detective?” 


In Father Solinas’s room, Stone looks around.  Father Horn is 
having trouble believing the charges.  “These accusations are 
ridiculous.  I can’t believe Father Solinas had anything to 
do with this.” 

“Edward Solinas had a whole other life you know nothing 
about, Father.  You spend all your time with God, Solinas 
keeps different company.” 

"Don't think because I'm blind, I don't know what goes on 
outside these walls,” Father Horn tells him.  “Six years ago, 
I was walking home from the grocery store late at night when 
a man dragged his wife out on the street and started beating 
her head against the sidewalk -- what you police call a 
domestic dispute. I tried to stop him; I didn't know he had a 
gun. Luckily, he was drunk at the time and his aim was a 
little off. The bullet shattered the bridge of my nose and 
grazed one eye. Muzzle flash took care of the other." 

While Father Horn is speaking, Stone is searching for clues.  
He turns on a lamp, but Father Horn doesn’t react.  
“Brightest light you’ve ever seen.  Think you’re going to 
heaven then you wake up someplace else.” 

“How do you know that?” 

“I knew someone who was shot in the face.” 

“Did he survive?” 

“Nope,” Stone says, going through Father Solinas’ wardrobe.  
“What happened to the woman?”  As the priest answers, he 
comes across some old coins. 

"Heard she testified on her husband's behalf. At first, I 
thought it might be a blessing, not to have to look human 
evil in the face again. But I was wrong. In the end it just 
made it harder to believe, to keep faith in the justice of 
God's universe. And it gets worse every day." 

Stone seems torn about what to say next, but finally decides 
to ask, "Did you ever want to make him suffer?" 

"I struggled with that,” Father Horn replies.  “But what good 
would it have done? It wouldn't bring my sight back." 

"There is justice, Father,” Stone tells him, walking by him 
as he heads for the door. 

Detective Kane bursts in, his gun drawn.  “How you doing?” 

“Sorry about the nose,” Stone says, nonchalant. 

“I should go to church more often,” Kane says, pleased with 
himself.  “Put your hands on the dresser.”  Stone looks at 
him, and Kane shoves him, “Come on, over there.” 

Father Horn is unable to observe this interaction, and asks, 
“Detective Stone, what’s happening here?  Do you know this 

“He’s not a detective, Father” Kane tells him.  “Not 
anymore.  He’s a suspect in the disappearance of those two 
altar boys.  Father, I want you to go to your office and call 
my partner, Detective Charlie Hirsch.  Eleventh Precinct.” 

“You’re wrong.  Whatever this man is, he’s not a criminal,” 
Father Horn says. 

“Father, go to your office and call the police.  Now.”  Kane 
turns his attention back to Stone.  “And you, spread ‘em.  
Spread ‘em!” 

Stone bows his head.  “Do what he says, Father.” 

Father Horn begins to exit the room, but as he approaches 
Detective Kane, he shoves him, pushing him into the corner.  
Stone takes advantage of the distraction, and leaves the room 
the quickest way he can - by jumping through a stained glass 
window.  He heads to the roof. 


On the roof, Kane appears behind Stone.  “Freeze!” he yells.  
Stone looks back over his shoulder at him, then continues 
on.  With superhuman abilities, Stone jumps to the next 

Kane runs after him.  He looks down into the alley below - he 
is far above the street.  Panting after the chase, Kane 
decides to imitate his suspect and leap across.  Stone 
watches as Kane backs up, hopping several times to psyche 
himself up.  With a yell, Kane charges and leaps. 

Instead of easily clearing the alley like Stone, Kane almost 
falls short, but manages to grab onto the fire escape.  He 
tries to pull himself up, but is unable.  Stone approaches, 
shaking his head sadly as Kane struggles.  Stone leans over 
and grabs Kane by the wrists, but Kane fights. 

The sequence is similar to something Stone has done before, 
and it triggers a flashback for him.  Two months before he 
died, he’d struggled with Gilbert Jax almost the same way.  
Both times, the other man had had a panicked look in their 
eyes.  Stone recalled the way he’d held the needle, how he’d 
pinned Jax to the bed just before injecting him with the 

Kane struggles, but Stone effortlessly pulls him up and over 
the fire escape.  When he lands, Kane staggers, trying to 
catch his breath.  "You saved my life," he says, stunned. 

"Maybe I'm not the bad guy you think I am." 

"I know who you are. You're Detective Lieutenant Ezekiel 
Stone. You broke the Saint Mark's strangler case in ‘81. You 
solved the Levy brother's double homicide in ‘83. You were 
one of the most decorated cops in Manhattan South.”  Stone 
looks at him, surprised to be recognized.  Kane continues, 
“Then one day, your wife got raped, and you snapped. You 
killed a suspect." 

Stone, who had begun to walk away, stops. He turns and 
marches right for Kane. Kane tries to pull his gun, but Stone 
gets right in his face and answers, "He was guilty." 

"Wait, so are you.  Tell me what you know about this case." 

“You wouldn’t believe me if I did.” 

“Why not?” 

“Because you seem like an intelligent man.” 

“You know what?” Kane demands, “Maybe I’m not as bright at I 
look.  Try me.” 

"The man behind this is Edward Solinas, a priest who started 
seeing the four living creatures from the book of Revelations 
here on earth." 

"‘Four living creatures'? What is that?" Kane asks. 

"Chapter four, verse six. The four holy beasts who have 
something to do with the second coming of Christ, only 
there's a catch: they can't play their role unless they're in 
heaven. Solinas started seeing the four creatures in the 
faces of children, altar boys to be exact."  Stone pauses as 
he turns away from Kane. "He killed sixteen kids in Italy 
before he was finally forced to escape. Ended up here in the 
United States, in 1896." Kane clearly does not believe this, 
but Stone continues anyway, "where he killed 8 more kids. 
Right here, in this city, before he was stopped. Now he's 
back, for more." 

"1896 - that's crazy." 

Stone continues, "The only thing going for these kids is that 
he sends them all back to heaven together. He won't kill one 
till he has all four. Which means there’s time." 

As Stone walks away, Kane says "Wait a minute." 

This prompts Stone to turn and clarify what Kane had said 
earlier, "Oh, yeah, there’s one more thing: I wasn't one of 
the most decorated cops in Manhattan South, I was THE most 

“Stop it, you know what, I want the truth.” 

“I told you the truth.” 

“You stop, or I’ll blow your legs out from under you.” 

Stone shrugs as he continues to walk away.  Kane fires three 
times, striking him in the legs, but Stone doesn't stop, just 
jumps off the roof and keeps going.  Kane peers over the 
edge, where Stone is casually jogging away. 


Kane arrives at the museum, lights flashing in his squad 
car.  “Where’s it at?” he asks. 


In the museum bathroom, Hirsch is there, along with a team 
scouring for evidence.  “Hey, sorry I’m late, I got here as 
quick as I could,” Kane says. 

Hirsch fills him in what has happened.  “We got a third one 
missing, Christopher Logan, age 11.  We also got this here.”  
Kane looks at the imprint in the door, and the trail of ooze 
that leads to a body.  “Look behind the stall,” Hirsch tells 

Kane opens the door, careful to use his elbow as not to leave 
fingerprints.  “Whoa!  Looks like someone burned their hand 
right through his head.” 

“Looks like.” 

“What about the boy?” 

“Teacher says he was last seen with a priest.” 

Kane looks at the ooze.  “What’s all this stuff?” 

“Found it all over the floor and on the body.”  Hirsch tosses 
Kane a sample.  “Here.” 

“Three out of four,” Kane says to himself. 


“What do you know about the Bible?” 

“What part?” Hirsch asks. 

“Revelations, chapter four-” 

“Sorry, wrong bible.  I’m the old testament.  You go your 
way, I go Yahweh.” 

“I think those kids are still alive,” Kane says. 


In his pawn shop, Irwin Dollinger is looking at the coins 
that Stone brought in.  He puts down the magnifying glass and 
looks to Stone.  “Forget about paying for the kid’s college 
with these, my friend.  You might get a few bucks from a 

“What are they?” 

“Subway tokens, circa 1900, give or take a few years.  Bit of 
a collectors item, but not really valuable.”  He hands the 
tokens back to Stone. 

“Thank you.” 


In the eleventh precinct, Kane is on the phone.  “Hey, it’s 
the lab,” he tells his partner. 

“So what was that stuff?” Hirsch wonders. 

“Sodium chloride, it’s a H2SO4Na(Cl2)2 compound.” 

“What do I look like to you, Mr. Science?  What does it 

“It means that whoever was in that bathroom has a hell of a 
glandular problem.”  Hirsch shoots him a questioning look, 
and Kane continues, “That stuff on the window sill?  It’s 
human sweat, but two thirds of it was made up of sulfur.” 


“Here you go, it’s the earliest one we have,” the museum 
curator tells Stone as she hands him a map. 

“Great, thank you,” Stone says, as he takes another paper 
from his pocket and lays the translucent sheet over the map.  
It shows streets and subway lines. 

The curator watches, coming around her desk to stand next to 
him.  “What is it you’re looking for?” 

“The east fork of the original Lexington Avenue line, no 
longer in use.” With a red felt pen, he makes marks on the 

“What are those?” 

“Churches.  Both within a couple blocks of the line.” 

”Are you looking for a place to pray?” she wonders. 

“Do you have any idea what year this part of the line was 
shut down?” 

“Um, it was probably during World War One, when they were 
expanding into the outer boroughs.” 

“What did they do with the old tunnels?” 

“They’re still there.  They didn’t fill them in, just sealed 
them up with bricks and mortar.” 

“Can I borrow this?” 

She laughs.  “No, that’s museum property, it’s very 
valuable.  I can make you a copy.” 

“That’d be great.  Also, I wanted to, donate these to the, 
uh, to the museum.” Stone takes the old tokens from his 
pocket and hands them to her. 

“Um, thanks,” says the curator.  She pauses, building up 
courage say something else.  “You know, Detective, the museum 
closes at six.  If you’re not doing anything, I could tell 
you more about the history of New York’s underground, say, 
over a drink?” 

“I’m very, uh, flattered,” Stone replies slowly, “but I’m 

“Well,” she says, “It’s too bad.” 

As she walks away to make a copy of the map, Stone adds, “Not 
to mention dead.” 


Stone visits the house that he used to live in with Rosalyn.  
It’s a nice looking two-story brick house.  The front door is 
unlocked, and he walks in.  He looks around, his memories of 
their life contrasting with the redecorated house. 

In the kitchen, it is clean and white.  Stone runs a hand 
over the counter, summoning an image of Rosalyn cooking.  He 
watches as she takes a turkey from the oven, and walks past 
him, smiling. 

He walks to the back of the house.  He remembers Rosalyn when 
she put up the wallpaper in the den: now, it’s just painted 

Upstairs, in their master bedroom, he hears the sound of the 
shower running.  Rosalyn steps out and sees him watching.  
She drops her towel and smiles at him.  Stone knows she is 
not really there, and he picks up the towel from the floor. 

Cut to Stone sitting on the front steps, thinking.  Finally, 
he stands, and heads back to work. 


In the police basement, Detective Kane is reading through old 
files.  He finds a picture of a man in a hangman’s noose - it 
is Father Solinas.  “Guilty on all eight counts,” he says to 
himself, reading the text of the accompanying article.  
“Sentenced to death by hanging.  Sentence carried out 
November 21st, 1906.” 

A hand falls on his shoulder, and he reacts violently.  

It’s Hirsch, and he’s just as surprised by Kane’s reaction.  
“Will you calm down, Will?” 

“Come on,” Kane protests. 

“You’re going to give us both a heart attack!  What are you 
rifling through all this crap for?  These files have been 
dead since before both of us were born.” 

Kane hands him a file.  “I got a name, and it wasn’t in the 
system.  Then I remembered the computerized system only goes 
back to 1945.  Anything before that, you have to come down 
here and get your hands dirty.” 

Hirsch gives the file a cursory glance.  “What do you mean, 
before that?” 

“Here, listen to this,” Kane says, pulling out a Bible.  
“It’s Revelations, chapter four, verse six. ‘I was in the 
spirit.  And there before me was a throne in heaven, and in 
the center, around the throne were four living creatures.’” 

Kane hold the Bible out to his partner, but Hirsch doesn’t 
move.  “Yeah, I heard you.” 


In the old subway tunnel, Solinas has the three children tied 
up.  He places animal heads on the children, speaking over 
the sounds of the subway trains rumbling by in the 
background.  “And the first living creature was like a lion,” 
he says, placing the mask onto Christopher Logan.  He blesses 
him before continuing, “The second living creature was like a 
calf.  The third living creature had a face like a man.  And 
the fourth living creature will be revealed unto me tonight.” 


Stone uses the old maps to find the entrance to the subway. 
Inside, he walks the tracks, looking at the graffiti and 
making his way to the old subway line.  He comes across more 
tokens like the ones he found earlier.  As he stoops to 
examine them, he hears a child moaning. 

His gun drawn, Stone finds a locked door leading further into 
the tunnel.  He searches inside, watching for any sign of 
Father Solinas.  As he shines the beam of his flashlight 
around the room, he spots the missing children. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he reassures them.  “I’m a 
policeman.  I’m not going to hurt you, all right?” He removes 
the animal heads.  “Are you guys all right?” 

He cuts their ropes, and asks Chris, “You.  The man who did 
this to you, did you see where he went?” 

“He went to get another kid,” Chris answers. 

“All right, this is what we’re going to do,” Stone says.  
“We’re going to get you out of here as fast as we can.” 


“Look, Will, there’s got to be another explanation,” Hirsch 
says, as the two ride through the rain in their squad car.  
“People do not come back from the dead.” 

“How do you explain the physical evidence, huh?” Kane 
counters, “What about the photograph?” 

“There’s nothing that says that this priest is anything but 
another run-of-the-mill psycho.  As for the 100-year-old 
photograph, so what?  I see people all the time that look 
alike.  My cousin looks like Lee Harvey Oswald; does that 
mean he shot Kennedy?  I don’t think so.” 


Stone helps the children up onto the street.  “All right, 
remember, Detective Kane, you ask for Detective Kane, right?” 
he tells them. 


“Say it,” Stone says, watching them climb up the ladder. 

“Detective Kane,” a child repeats. 

“That’s it.  Hang on now.  Hang on.” 


“What about the eight bullets I pumped into Stone’s leg, huh? 
How do you explain that?” 

“Kevlar leg armor,” Hirsch responds.  “I saw it last month in 
Soldier of Fortune Magazine.  $69.99 a shin.” 

“Unit Seven, respond,” the police radio crackles. 

“Yeah, this is Unit Seven, go ahead,” Hirsch says. 

“We just received a 911 call from Lexington and 21st.  They 
asked for Detective Kane by name.” 

“Yeah,” Hirsch confirms.  He rolls down his window and puts a 
flashing red light on top of the car, and speeds up as the 
siren wails. 


In the subway, Stone is waiting in ambush. 


Unit Seven arrives on the scene.  Kane spots the children 
first.  “Look, look, right there, there they are.  It’s 

“My God,” Hirsch says, unbelieving. 

“It’s okay,” Kane says, leaping from the car and striding 
toward the children.  They step back in fear, but he 
continues, “No - no, it’s okay, we’re police officers.  You 
guys okay?”  Hirsch takes off his jacket, and Kane follows 
suit.  “You guys cold?  Come here.” 

The two men wrap up the children with their coats.  “Put this 
on.  Where’d you kids come from?” Hirsch asks. 

“Down there,” Chris says, pointing at the grate leading into 
the subway. 

“Okay, don’t move.  I’m going to go,” Hirsch says. 

“I’m going with you,” Kane announces. 

“No you’re not.  You call E.M.S., and you call for backup,” 
Hirsch tells him.  “You stay here with these kids until 
somebody comes.  Keep them safe.” 

Kane nods, addressing the kids briefly Hirsch walks away.  
“Hey, you guys, don’t move, all right?  I’ll be right back, 
I’m going to the car.  Don’t move.”  Hirsch disappears into 
the ground, and Kane comes back from the car carrying a 
folder.  He opens it up, and shows them the 1906 picture of 
Father Solinas.  “Is this him?” 

“Yeah, it’s him,” the children say. 

Chris has something else to say.  “There was another man.  A 


“The one who saved us.  The one who said to call you.” 

Kane considers this. 


Beneath the streets of New York, Detective Hirsch finds the 
same hole in the brick wall that Stone used to cross into the 
abandoned tunnel.  He uses his lighter to see, but as he 
crosses through the wall, a breeze blows it out.  He flicks 
it once, twice, three times to light it again.  Hirsch turns 
and finds Father Solinas standing there.  Before he can 
react, Solinas plunges a cross into his chest.  Hirsch drops 
his lighter, then collapses from the fatal blow. 


Stone is still waiting in ambush for Father Solinas.  He 
hears a noise, and trains his gun.  Someone steps out into 
his view, and Stone sees it is the fourth child, hands tied 
and his mouth gagged.  From behind Stone, Solinas appears and 
clubs him with a meter long lead pipe. 

“I know who you are,” Solinas says as Stone falls to the 
floor.  “You are a soldier of Satan, one of those who 
conspired to cast me down into the pit.”  Each sentence is 
punctuated by another blow with the lead pipe.  “One who 
would try to prevent me from my holy task,” he shouts.  “But 
I am a soldier of God!”  Solinas tosses the pipe away, and 
kneels beside the weakened Stone. “You can never stop me!  I 
will find them again, and send them back to heaven.”  Solinas 
takes out the cross that he killed Hirsch with, and we see it 
that the horizontal bar is sharpened on one end.  Solinas 
repeats, “I will send them all back to heaven.”  He draws 
back with the cross. 

Kane arrives, pushing the child to safety.  “Don’t move!” he 
shouts, training his gun on Solinas.  They lock eyes for a 
moment, and then Solinas, chuckling, prepares to bring the 
cross crashing down into Ezekiel Stone’s eyes. 

Unable to wait any longer, Kane opens fire, striking Father 
Solinas in the chest twice.  There is no effect, even when 
Kane fires three more times.  Ignoring him, Solinas again 
aims for Stone’s eyes with the cross. 

Out of options, Kane runs and tackles Solinas, knocking him 
off of Stone.  They fight on the floor.  Stone tries to let 
Kane know about the weakness of damned souls, calling out 
“Eyes.  Eyes,” in a low, raspy voice.  Kane hears, and 
continues to struggle with the damned soul.  When Solinas 
throws him off, Kane jumps on his back. Solinas tries to get 
free, and resorts to ramming Kane through a brick wall.  The 
two men fall back into live subway tunnel, Kane landing flat 
on his back with Solinas on top of him. 

The sound of a subway train is growing louder, and Kane sees 
it bearing down on them.  He manages to roll Solinas off of 
him and jump up.  Solinas staggers to his feet, but it is too 
late.  As the subway reaches them, Kane presses himself 
against the tunnel wall.  The train rams Father Solinas at 
full speed. 

Kane watches the subway go by.  After it passes, he looks at 
Solinas’s dead body on the tracks.  Unfortunately, Father 
Solinas is not slowed down by something as insignificant as a 
train accident, and he stands up unharmed, smiling and 
chuckling.  “Behold, I am coming soon, my reward is with me, 
and I will give unto everyone according to what he has 
done.”  He raises his hand, ready to burn through Kane’s 

Behind him, Stone appears at the hole in the wall that they 
crashed through.  He trains his gun, and as Solinas finishes 
speaking, Stone gets his attention by speaking his name.  

Father Solinas slowly turns, and Kane, seeing the gun and 
realizing he is in the line of fire, ducks.  As soon as Stone 
has an opening, he takes it, destroying Solinas’s eyes with 
two well placed shots. 

Solinas screams as a maelstrom of supernatural energy sucks 
his soul back into Hell.  Kane and Stone watch from opposite 
sides off the tunnel.  When it is clear, Stone crosses over 
to Kane and helps him up.  “Let’s go.  Come on.” 

As Kane rises, Stone cramps up in pain.  He pulls his left 
sleeve up, and sees smoke rising from the runic tattoo there. 
As the two men look on, it disappears.  Kane shakes his head, 
trying to comprehend. 


Back on the street, Kane stand silently, watching as more 
police cars pull up to the intersection where the children 
wait.  Stone comes up behind him and asks, “You okay?” 

“I don’t think so.  You know, everything you told me, all 
this,” he laughs wryly, “it’s insane.” 

“It’s not as insane as interleague play,” Stone observes. 


“Listen, I’m, um, sorry about your partner.” 

“Yeah.  You know, at least the kids are okay.” He pauses.  “I 
don't know if it matters," Kane says, "but I was going 
through your file and your wife is still collecting your 
death benefits. I mean, she lives in California someplace. I 
don't remember the address exactly. I just..." he trails off. 

"Oh, uh," Stone says, hailing a taxi. "what you said to me on 
the roof of the church, about me being guilty? Maybe if, I 
was in the same place, same moment, if I had it to do all 
over again... I don't know." 

After a pause, Kane asks, "Hey, what happens now? You just 
keep tracking these guys down?" 

"Beats burning in hell," Stone replies smiling, getting into 
his cab. 

"Hey," Kane says, waiting for Stone to look back at him, 
"knowing all know, how it works... it's all 
right." He begins to walk away. 

"Kane," Stone calls, "knowing is the easy part."  Kane thinks 
over what Stone says, and gives him a wave as the taxi pulls 
out into the night.  Out of the thousands of cabs and 
millions of faces in the city, how many are occupied by 
damned souls? 

Only time will tell. 

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