All language subtitles for The Prophecy 3 - The Ascent (2000 - 720p BluRay)_ENG

In the beginning.

There was only The Word,

And with The Word He spoke into being
the realm of Heaven and its angels.

And He spoke into being the
sun, the moon and the stars.

And then the Earth, its
oceans and its beasts.

And finally He spoke into
being His masterpiece:

Us.

And we were His children
to love, keep and protect.

Placed above all others, we were
His most cherished creation,

most beloved on Earth
and in Heaven.

This was The Word as it was
spoken to the prophets,

and then it was
handed down to us.

The Word of God our
Father in Heaven.

And a thousand generations
found shelter in that Word.

So here we are tonight,

The Word becomes
flesh and blood.

Our flesh and blood.
And I got news.

The Lord, He didn't keep his Word, No.
He backed out on it.

He abandoned His kids a long time ago,
and He ain't payin' child support.

- Am I right, Maggie?
- You got that right, preacher boy.

Brothers and sisters, our
Father is a deadbeat clad!

Amen to that.

That's right. And we can all
forget about the "divine plan,"

because there is no divine plan.

It's a blind universe
out there, friends.

Our lives are nothing but a
chain of unrelated accidents.

- Get used to it!
- Get used to it!

Bad things happen to good people
for no reason. Get used to it.

Get used to it! - Good things they
happen to bad people for no reason.

Get used to it! Get used to it!
Say it again!

- Get used to it!
- I can't hear you! - Get used to it!

- Do you want salvation?
- We want salvation!

- Do you want it now?
- We want it now!

God is dead!

God is not dead. He just
doesn't give a damn.

Please help me. Please. Oh, God.

No.

Praise the Lord.

It's done.

No. No, I did what you told me.

The blasphemer is dead.

Oh. Oh.

Oh.

Oh, but I couldn't.

Pushed me out of
the way before...

I'm sorry.

I can find him again.

I can! No.

Yes. Yes.

Please.

No. Don't go.

Don't leave me alone.

Please.

Please.

Ohh.

Hey, Joseph.

L-282's mom wants
his corneas back.

Did you give her the "gift
of sight" rap? Yep.

Says they were harvested
without her consent.

She wants her kid to go to
the next world intact. - Mm.

"Take heed, you senseless ones.

Does He who formed
the eye not see?"

- Huh?
- Psalm 94.

Deal with it, Carl.

All right. Let's see
what we have here.

Ahhh. Lead poisoning.

Hmm. Okay, Rasputin. What
army did you piss off?

Alright. Let's do a liver temp.
Thermometer.

Okay.

Do the honors.

Okay.

Eh. The liver's that
away, Magellan.

There you go. T.O.D.
approximately 8:00 P.M., huh?

All right. See what else we
got on our John Doe here.

Um...

"Danyael Rosales."

Danyael. Funny spelling, huh?

"Father unknown. Mother,
Valerie Rosales, deceased."

Valerie Rosales. Oh, Jesus.

It's starting again.

It all comes back, over
and over again and again.

- Never stops, never ends.
- What do you mean.?

Look. Look at that burn pattern.
Look.

- It's like...
- Go on.

It's like she got hit with
napalm and never moved.

All right. These are
from the scene.

Okay.

You get hit with a blast like that,
don't you curl up into a tighter ball,

expose less skin?

- Are you asking me?
- I've asked myself a thousand times.

- I don't know.
- Look at the body position.

I'm lookin'.

Closer.

Closer.

It's like she was
shielding something.

Yes.

Yeah.

That something...

was her child.

She was protecting her child.

You gave him your life.

That still wasn't enough.

So you, uh, personally
knew the victim, huh?

We go back.

I know him from
before the big bang.

The big bang?

- When exactly was the big bang?
- The beginning.

Good night, Joseph.

Yeah. Good night, Kyle.

All right. Look. I'm going to let you
go, but I may have to call you back...

later on down the line
as a material witness.

Gabriel... Is there no last name?
I mean,

is it like the Artist Formerly
Known As Yanni or something?

- Sting.
- I thought it was Yanni.

Shows you how far out of touch I am. Is
this... this address current, "Gabriel"?

I can tell you in two
words: Un-fortunately.

Is that with a hyphen?

- Slash.
- Date of birth?

There's no date of birth here.
Why is that?

I asked the woman at the Department
of Motor Vehicles that same question.

She told me not to bother
her on a coffee break.

D.M.V.

All right. Why don't you tell me?
How old are you?

Thirty-nine.

Hmm.

H-How old do I look? Be cruel.

I'll just put down
"39" instead, huh?

You know what?

Fact is I'm old enough
to know better, Sparky.

What'd you call me? - That's what they
called you when you were a kid, right?

Yeah. You did good.

Can you buzz me in, Clark?
No. Not before that.

- Where's your morgue?
- That's off-limits to the public, sir.

A.Z.Jones, FBI.

That'll be two floors down. Tunnel
access to the sub-basement.

I'm gonna have to ask you to
identify the body, ma'am.

I'm also gonna have to ask you wait
just a little bit longer here.

There'll be somebody along to help you.
Thank you.

I always knew we'd see
each other again,

but I never thought
you'd look so...

different.

We become the thing we fear.
I let myself go.

Obviously. Or I
wouldn't be here.

- Ah.
- I need the heart.

You, more than anyone, know what he is.
He's their last hope.

I never know what side
you're on, Zophael.

Well, that should be infinitely
clear to you now. Come back to us.

We can retake what's
rightfully ours.

We can make it like it was
before the monkeys. Remember?

Or has this place completely
befouled your senses?

I like it here. I even
learned to drive.

You know what your one
flaw is, Gabriel?

You only see what you want to see.
Have you ever looked around?

Our Creator poured all His grace
into this world, but do you see it?

- Do you see it anywhere?
- Not yet.

Destroying Heaven is not
what I was up to, Zophael.

Not even Lucifer,
is that arrogant?

Go on.

Out of my way... monkey.

I had to know.

Ah. Thank you for not jamming.

Where did he go, Joseph?

- What?
- Where is he?

No. You don't just stand
there straight-faced

and tell me he walked
right out of here.

- You don't do that.
- I'm sorry.

Sorry? How am I supposed
to take that, huh?

Probably the same way I have
for a very long time. Badly.

I just lost the only
thing I cared about...

in this whole
fucked-up universe.

You haven't seen "badly," sir.
Not yet.

What's it like to wake
up as dead meat...

with the buzzards circling?

Do I know you?

I know you from
before you were born.

Both times.

Huh?

"Zophael. Spy of God."

"Bridge between rebel and
loyal factions within Heaven.

His true allegiance is unclear
from religious texts."

My kingdom for a
straight answer.

Pyriel. Pyriel.

Who the hell is Pyriel?

He died in my arms.

T.O.D. was 8:00 P.M. That
was taken six hours later.

Look. I still don't believe
what you're tryin' to tell me.

I was afraid of that. All right.
Let's go.

Where?

There are things that ghosts and
civil servants just shouldn't know.

No. You drive.

Embryos and idiots.

I hate this place.

"In the final hour
shall come one born...

with the heart of an angel
and the soul of a man."

Ever hear of a nephalim?

A what? Take your vitamins, Vincent.
Good boy.

Nephalim. Half angel, half man.

Old Testament's chock-full of 'em.
They're very nasty guys.

And very, very hard to kill.

Am I right or am
I right, Boris.?

Are you saying
Danyael's a nephalim?

Am I? I guess I am.

Do you really believe that?

Look.

I've had four gutted
hermaphrodites...

burn to black pitch
right under my nose.

I've had one cop,
my best friend,

driven insane by the angels
shrieking in his head...

before somehow spontaneously
combusting...

in a madhouse he had
mistaken for a monastery.

A pretty young woman, now dead
knocked up by a stranger...

who left her three months,
pregnant in only 48 hours.

And just yesterday, a young
man, allegedly her son,

shot up six ways to sun down,
, crawled out of a drawer...

and waltzed out like Lazarus.

So, yeah, I'm pretty much open
to a buffet of possibilities.

Any Suggestions?

No.

What's the "D" for?

Uh, “doughnut."

I'll take one of those with
the colored fragments on it.

Did you see a young man about this
tall, dark hair, dark brown jacket,

come in here earlier?

Look. That'll be 63 cents
for the doughnut...

and about, uh, 50 bucks
for the recollection.

- What kind of an answer is that?
- A minimum wage answer.

You answer my question,

or I'll personally see to it that
you spend the next millennium...

chained to a clamp wall
wondering just what it is...

that's been winding its way up through
your bowels for the last 750 years.

Cool.

Look. The dude came in here
about a half an hour ago...

and scarfed down about two dozen
mixed in less than five minutes.

He was, like, on this serious sugar
rush, you know what I mean.?

Spontaneous tissue
regeneration tends to do that.

- What?
- Where is he now?

Oh.

Hiding in shit...

just like a monkey.

No matter how many times you tell
them, they never seem to learn.

You must always, always
remove the heart.

Hey, hey, hey.

- What are you?
- Judgment.

Don't push your luck.

Ah. Ah?

Crazy me.

Nice coat.

Killing you would be so easy.

Yeah? Fried food can kill me.
A mugger can kill me.

You're not so special
down here, "Jones."

How do you bear what
you've become, Gabriel?

You, who were once exalted
above all others.

You been with a woman, Zophael?
It's like dying.

You moan and cry out.
You get to a spot...

that has you begging
for release.

Once, I was an angel of death.

Now, I die every clay
when I have the cash.

Enough about me. You
must be scared.

What if you lose?

You must be scared you might
become like me, right?

Yes.

My dying memory is
being in your arms.

I remember slipping
away and thinking,

God, how lucky I was to
hold you one last time.

But I... I kept slipping...

until all around me
there were just bodies.

I don't understand.

No.

Maggie, get out of here.

- Get out!
- No, Danyael! No!

Maggie, get out of here. No!
No, Danyael! Please.

- Please don't go.
- Maggie, I said go!

911.

How does it feel, Danyael,

to know that you're
almost perfect?

If not for the
monkey inside you.

What am I to you.?

What is this?

I said, "What is this?"
And why am I drawn to it?

Pyriel.

Who?

The whited sepulcher.

The next God.

Help me, please.

Come closer.

I tried to reason with him.

I tried everything I could.

- Help's on the way.
- Good. That's good.

There now. That's better.

Please. Let me explain.

Looking for these?

- Take the car. You can have it.
- I'm afraid that won't do.

After you.

Yes, yes, I know.

You keep a gun under the front seat of
your car ever since you were robbed

in that dark cul-de-sac in that
very, very bad part of town.

But the idea of actually
using it is a bit, what.?

Repulsive?

So therefore you keep the
bullets stashed safely...

in the glove box.

I'm not here to hurt you.
Promise.

Earth angel, Earth angel .Hmm.

Is this the best you can do?

- Do we have a problem?
- Look, why do you even need me, huh?

Can't drive.

I believe this can go faster.

Sure. Whatever you say.

We really don't
have time for this!

Monkey.

Good trick with the car.
I'll have to remember that.

Jerk the wheel to the right, and...
wow.

I swear to God, I'll use this.

I'm sure you will.

- But why don't we just talk instead?
- Don't!

I said don't!

Fact. I am an angel.

I'm also your friend.

We can both help each other, but you're going
to have to be willing to listen to me.

Are you ready to listen?

I usually measure time in eons,
but in this particular case,

every second counts.

Please. I told you, I'm
not here to hurt you.

We both see things the
same way, you and I.

A world abandoned
by the Creator.

A universe in chaos.

Danyael Rosales saw it too. He saw
it more clearly than any of us.

But he's lost his way now.

He's been deceived by my brothers, who
still cling to old ways, old truths...

who still harbor some
cold, empty faith...

that our beloved Father
shall somehow return...

and deliver us from
this wasteland,

this killing field.

But that will never,
never happen, Magdalena.

You know it. I know it.

And most of all, Danyael
Rosales knew it.

- Until now.
- Why?

Because he's being
driven by forces...

beyond his control.

- Where's he going?
- He's going to stop our savior,

the only one who can set things
right again with Heaven and Earth.

Savior?

His name is Pyriel.

It means "light of Heaven."

He came here in the first war,

led the army of God that cast Lucifer
to a far more distant shore.

And here he's remained.

- Is he evil?
- No, no.

Evil is the realm of darkness.

Pyriel is the light.

He is the shining beacon
that will lead us...

from an eternity of
rotting despair...

unless Danyael's
there to stop him.

- Why would he do something like that?
- Shh.

Magdalena.

We've always communicated with
your kind through voices.

Voices. Voices that
make saints weep...

and zealots kill.

Voices that drive an angry mob
to incinerate a mother...

desperately shielding
her little boy.

It is those same voices
that now speak to Danyael.

Danyael would never
listen to them.

Whatever was human in
Danyael Rosales...

died before he rose
from that morgue.

He is no longer your Danyael.

You know it.

You felt it.

Didn't you?

Why should I believe you?

'Cause you have to.

Everywhere I go, you're there.

I close my eyes, you're there.

Running from his dead mama.

Was the boy thinking... Was
he thinking about destiny?

Do you think he'll live
to see another clay?

So many who want him dead.

Yet he gets by. Does he
stop to wonder why.?

Does he think he might
be here for a purpose.?

Does he wonder what
that purpose is?

I do every moment
of my existence.

Before you were born, I tried to
rip you from your mama's womb.

I failed. The Sword of Heaven...

could not still this
tiny mortal heart.

How come.?

It's not being here
that perplexes me.

It's the not knowing.

How come you? What
could you mean?

Do you know who?

- Nothing.
- Clearly the facts say otherwise.

You're the Word.

Whatever it is you're destined
to commit upon this Earth,

it's His will, it's
what He wants.

No angel, however powerful,

can be anything but
the messenger.

Danyael, you're a
message, and now...

for the first time in a gazillion
years, I get to know what it is.

I get to know what
that message is.

Okay, I did my time
in Sunday school.

If this Pyriel's like the
Second Coming or something,

how come I don't know
anything about him?

Maybe you just chose
the wrong religion.

I dreamed of you.

I'm Mary.

I know the enemy ghost.

Last night I dreamed the
end of one history...

and the beginning of another.

The darkness was met by the
coming of a great warrior.

I dreamed of you.

You look smaller in person.

% Together Flying for life %.

Tell me something.

Do you still love your God?

The truth.

As much as He loves me.

Say, ma'am, I wonder if you could
tell me how to get to Gila Flats.

Yeah, it's, um... It's over
on the Hualapai reservation.

I don't suppose you could be
just a tad more specific,

Madge.

Where's your friend?

Oh, you have a long memory.

Rachel is, uh... under the weather.
She's bedridden.

But I'll tell her you inquired.

- What do you want?
- Everything.

But to begin, I need some
coffee, fresh-brewed,

Sweet N Low, non-dairy creamer,

small grape fruit juice, three
eggs, yolks firm, not hard,

bacon, crisp, hash browns, dry
wheat toast, butter on the side...

and a portion of your
famous blackberry jam.

It's gonna be a long clay.

Remember, we're here to stop him,
that's all. And nobody gets hurt.

- Go up the hill and turn.
- I suppose you caught his scent.

Something like that.

There.

You've done well.
I'm proud of you.

- Do not lose him.
- I won't!

- Okay. Now what?
- Go faster.

What's that.?

Ignore it.

- Don't let up.
- I won't!

Turn left.

Hard left.

I don't see him.

He's there.

Jesus!

- Faster.
- We'll run him over!

- Exactly.
- I can't do that!

I told you what's at stake here.

That wasn't the deal. Nobody
was supposed to get hurt.

How did you think we were going to
stop him, Magdalena? With a prayer?

I don't know, but not like this!

He's almost at the destination.
We have to kill him.

- We have no choice.
- I do.

I'm warning you. - Whoever you are,
whatever you are, I'm not afraid of you.

You should be.

She's still in there, Danyael.

Dying, I suspect.

Not that that really matters.

So, this is what it
must feel like...

to be human.

Not quite.

Maggie.

- Danyael.
- I'm here.

- Look behind you.
- What?

Aaah!

This is what it feels
like to be human.

- Bring her back.
- I can't.

- You have to.
- What are you afraid of?

- Nothing.
- Why so desperate to get her back?

'Cause you know what Heaven's
gonna be like for her...

if you don't finish
what you start.

Are you an angel?

Once upon a time.

- I don't want to die.
- No.

Who are you?

Gabriel.

Hold my hand, Gabriel.

Please.

Oh, my God.

I'm so afraid.

Don't be afraid.

- Where is Danyael?
- He's fighting...

for you.

The child of divine fornication.

What do you want from me?

I have come to help
the monkeys perish...

by mutual slaughter...

and then sow the Earth
with a better seed.

Genocide.

It happens now and then.

Turn away, Nephalim.

Blight not...

and keep warm.

Fuck you.

There is no such
thing as destiny.

You above all should know that.

What am I doing here?

The one thing your
kind excels at...

dying.

Aaah!

It's not a mindless,
indifferent,

blind universe, Danyael.

It never was.

Get used to it.

Shh.

In the end there's still
The Word everywhere...

in Heaven and its angels, ,
the Earth and the stars,

even in the darkest
part of the human soul.

It was there The Word
burned brightest.

And for a moment, I was blinded