Good Omens (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - The Doomsday Option - full transcript

Please hang up
and try your call again.

Are you the owner
of this establishment?

Do I look like
I run a bookshop?

Aziraphale, where the Heaven
are you, you idiot?

I can't find you!

Aziraphale, for God's--

For Satan's-- Ah!

For somebody's sake,
where are you?!

You've gone.

Somebody killed
my best friend!

Bastards!



All of you!

It's a bad world,
but we can fix it.

And it doesn't matter
that you three aren't
my friends anymore.

I've got better friends
than you'll ever be.

My new friends
will be together soon.

They're coming here, and then
we make everything better.

Crowley had lost Aziraphale,

and the world was ending
in a few hours.

He was in Hell's bad books.

Not that Hell
has any other kind.

I shouldn't litter,
should I?

I mean, I probably
should litter.

I'm a demon, after all.

But nobody's really
keeping score anymore.



Mr Shadwell?

Oh, what on earth happened?

What would you say
if I told you

that this hand had just
exorcised a demon

clean off the surface
of the earth?

I'd say somebody
needs to come inside

and have a nice cup of tea.

But young Newt,
he's still out there.

In thrall to heathen ways
and lubricious occult wiles.

There could be women there.

Oh, well...

now you can't be in here,

because Mrs Ormorod and such
will be arriving any minute.

Why don't you come in here
and have a nice lie down.

You're no use to young Newt
in this state.

Aye.

I'll have a bit
of a lie down.

Nobody's ever done
what I've done.

Not Hopkins, not Siftings,

not Dalrymple.

I'm the ultimate weapon.

I'm the doomsday option.

What kind of a place is this?

You! You're late.

Yes. Um...

Actually, I...

I-- I didn't mean
to be here...

um, yet.

Still sorting things out...
on Earth.

Aziraphale, isn't it?

Principality,
Angel of the Eastern Gate.

Your whole platoon
is waiting for you.

Aziraphale.

Aziraphale... Why is
that name so familiar?

Hang on.

Aziraphale.

You were issued with--

A flaming sword, I know.
It's not my fault.

She was having
a very bad day.

You were issued with a body.
Where is it?

I'm afraid I hadn't
actually prepared

to step into the transportation
portal, you see.

And the body... discorporated.

Discorporated?

It was 6,000 years old.

I count them all out,

and I count them all in again.

And then you turn up,

late for Armageddon,

no flaming sword,

not even a body, you pathetic
excuse for an angel!

Well, I suppose I am,
really.

I mean...

I have no intention
of fighting in any war.

Don't be a coward!

You get into position
right now,

and I won't
say anything more

about the body
you discorporated.

We can take the sword
out of your celestial wages.

I was in the middle
of something important.

I demand to be returned.

Without a body?

That's ridiculous.

-It is?
-Obviously.

What are you going to do?
You can't possess them.

Demons can.

You're not a demon.
You're an angel.

What are you--?

Where are you going?

How does one navigate?

- Oh, well.
- Get away from that thing!

I'll figure it out...

as I go.

What are you lot
looking at?!

Don't you know
there's a war on?!

My friends are on their way,

and then there'll be a world
just for us.

We'll get rid of everything
stupid and start all over again.

Won't that be awesome?

Say something.

You have to say something.

I'm telling you
to say something!

Stop it. Stop crying.
This is fun.

We're having fun.
This is the best day of all.

You have to smile!
I can make it happen!

Smile! Smile!

That was...

I mean...

that was...

You know I've never actually...

That was my first time.

I'd never have known.

Well, seeing as
the world's ending,

can we do it again?

We don't have time.

And Agnes only said
we did it once.

She never.

She bloody--
She can't have predicted that.

"You go, boy.
May fortune be with you.

Anathema, my descendant,

I trust he will be
fine of feature

and mighty of..."

-Oh, my dear Lord.
-Get dressed.

So, we find this Adam,
and then we...

-stop him?
-Mmm...

I'm not sure anymore.

Agnes doesn't tell us to.

Because if there's a card
with instructions, I don't
know which one it is.

What do you mean,
"Agnes doesn't tell us to"?

Don't you ever just
do things for yourself?

See how they turn out?

No, not important things.

And we have maybe
an hour or so to go

until there's nothing
anybody can do.

I'm not going to waste
a second of it, so come on.

You can't let a 400-year-old
witch tell you what to do.

I've spent my whole life
trying to figure out

what Agnes wanted me to do.

And she's never failed me.

Sometimes I fail her.

Same again.

I never asked to be a demon.

I was just minding
my own business one day

and then...
oh, lookie here,

it's Lucifer and the guys.

Oh, hey, the food
hadn't been that good lately.

I didn't have anything on
for the rest of that afternoon.

Next thing, I'm doing
a million-light-year

freestyle dive into a pool
of boiling sulphur.

Aziraphale?

-Are you here?
-Good question.

Not certain.
Never done this before.

-Can you hear me?
-Of course I can hear you.

Afraid I've rather made
a mess of things.

Did you go
to Alpha Centauri?

Nah, I changed my mind.

Stuff happened.

I lost my best friend.

I'm so sorry to hear it.

Listen, back in my bookshop

there's a book
I need you to get.

Oh, look, your bookshop
isn't there anymore.

-Oh?
-I'm really sorry.
It burned down.

All of it?

Yeah.
What-- what was the book?

The one the young lady
with the bicycle left behind.

-The Nice and Accurate
Prophecies of--
-Agnes Nutter!

-Yes, I took it!
-You have it?

-Look, souvenir!
-Look inside. I made notes.

It's all in there.
The boy's name, address.

Everything else.
I worked it all out.

Look, wherever you are,
I'll come to you. Where are you?

I-I-I'm not really
anywhere yet.

-I've been discorporated.
-Oh.

You need to get
to Tadfield Air Base.

Why?

World ending. That's where
it's all going to happen.

Quite soon now.
I'll head there too.

I just need to find
a receptive body.

-Harder than you'd think.
-I'm not going to go there.

I do need a body.

Pity I can't inhabit yours.

-Ooh.
-Angel, demon...

-probably explode.
-Blehh...

So I'll meet you at Tadfield.

But we're both gonna have
to get a bit of a wiggle-on.

-What?
-Tadfield Air Base.

I heard that.
It was the "wiggle-on".

Enter all seekers
after wisdom.

Only if you are prepared
to part the veil

and receive wisdom from those
who have gone before.

We are here to receive
your wisdom, Madame Tracy.

Oh!

Very good weather
for a séance.

Did you have them do it special,
the weather,

-with your psychicness?
-No, dear.

They're waiting for us.

Our Ron and the spirits,
they're waiting.

And we are looking forward

to hearing what they are
going to say to us,

after we've made
our donations.

Aziraphale
had to find a host to inhabit.

And the Four Horsemen
needed to come together
for their final ride.

Purpose of your visit
to the U.K.?

I ride to where the end
of the world begins.

Sounds like fun.

Four cups of tea, please.
One of them black.

And a cheese sandwich.

You take a seat
and I'll bring it over for you.

Four of you, are there?

There will be.

I'm waiting for friends.

You're better off
waiting in here.

It's hell out there.

No. Not yet.

War.

It's been a long time.

Famine.

Feels funny, all of us getting
together like this.

Funny?

Hmm.

We've spent all these
thousands of years

waiting for the big day,
and finally it comes.

We'll have
a thunderstorm to ride in.

Any idea how far
we've got to ride?

-A hundred miles.
-I would have thought
it'd be farther, somehow.

It's not the travelling,
it's the arriving that matters.

Any sign of him yet?

When did you get here?

I never went away.

Your tea is getting cold, Lord.

It's been
a long time.

But now we ride.

Yes. Now we ride.

- Ooh. Pfft.
- She's going under.

Nothing to be
alarmed about.

She's just making herself
a bridge to the other side.

- Her spirit guide
will be along soon.

Are you there, my spirit guide?

Ah, begorrah...

'tis me.

Little Colleen O'Leary.

Colleen died in Dublin in 1746
when she was nine years old.

But she was very psychic.

Colleen. Hello, dear.

Is my Ron with you?

- I've got so much to tell him.
- Ooh!

Ah, Colleen wants to know

if there's anyone
named Mr Scroggie here?

Actually, that's my name.

Yes.
Well, Colleen wants to know

if you've ever known
anyone named...

-John.
-No.

-Or it could be Jim.
-No.

-Tom?
-No.

-Steve?
-No.

-Dave?
-I knew a Dave
from Hemel Hempstead.

Yes! So, you see,
that's what he's saying.

He's saying Hemel Hempstead.
He wants you to know

that he's doing very well
beyond the veil.

I saw him walking his dog
the other day and he looked
perfectly healthy.

People go very suddenly.
Like my mum.

Your mum can bloody well
wait her turn, Julia Petley.

I've been coming here for seven
years. I do have seniority.

Now, you tell my Ron--

Ooh!

-Is it our Ron?
-No, it's something real.

Sprechen sie Deutsch?

-Is that you, Ron?
-Ron?

Not Ron.
Definitely not.

Well, I want to speak
to Ron Ormorod.

He's rather short,
balding on top.

Can you put me through, please?

Ah, well,
there does appear to be a spirit

matching that description

trying to attract
our attention.

Very well.

I will hand you over,
but you must be very quick.

I am attempting
to avert the Apocalypse.

Right.

Hello, Brenda.

Ron?

What...

You sound like...

you.

I am me, Brenda.

It's c-cold here.

Right, so I went to our
Krystal's wedding last weekend.

That's our Tracy's eldest.

And they start serving
Korean food.

Well, I can take a joke
as well as the next woman.

-Brenda!
-I'm getting to the good bit.

So, I hold up the kimchi
and I say,

"What you expect me
to do with this, then?"

Whereupon, without even

the grace to look ashamed...

-Brenda!
-Yes, Ron?

Y-Y-You never
g-gave me a chance

to get a word in edgeways
when we were married.

And now I'm dead.

Oh! There's only one thing
I want to tell you.

You've never spoken to me
like this before.

Ron, remember your heart
condition.

I don't have a heart anymore!

-And Brenda?
-Yes, Ron?

Shut up!

Wasn't that touching?

Right, well, uh,
lovely to meet you all.

Out.

Show's over.

World to save.
Can't lollygag.

Well, that's very good value.
Very entertaining.

Glad you enjoyed it.

Crowley is currently
stuck in a traffic jam

as he tries to get out
of London to find Adam.

And it's official.

This is the biggest traffic jam
in England's history.

Why?

What you did to the M25

was a stroke of
demonic genius, darling.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

The traffic jam is being
caused by problems on the M25,

the freeway
that circles London.

Crowley had a lot to do
with the design of the M25

back in the 1970s.

So, thanks
to three computer hacks,

selected bribery,

and me moving some markers
across a field one night,

the M25 London orbital motorway,

which was supposed
to look like this,

will, when it opens in 1986,

actually look like this,

and represent
the dread sigil Odegra

in the language of the dark
Priesthood of Ancient Mu.

"Odegra" means, "Hail the great
beast, devourer of worlds."

Can I hear a "wahoo"?

Once it's built,
the millions of motorists

who grumble their way
around it

are going to be like water
on a prayer wheel,

grinding out an endless fog
of low-grade evil

that will encircle
the whole of London.

Yes, Duke Hastur?

What's a computer?

So, what exactly
do you propose we do about this?

Given the circumstances,

we're both going to have to be
extremely flexible.

Get your hands off her,
you...

-Where is he?
-Who?

Some southern pansy.

I heard him,
making lewd suggestions.

Not just
"a" southern pansy, Sergeant.

"The" southern pansy.

Demon!

You know what this is?

Four fingers, one thumb.

Now, you get out
of this good woman's head

before I blast you
to kingdom come.

That's the trouble, Mr Shadwell.

Kingdom come.

It's going to.

Mr Aziraphale has just
been explaining it.

You come and have
a nice cup of tea,

and listen to him.

As Adam came into his power,

the world welcomed him in ways
not even Crowley had expected.

I can't hold it in.

Well, what if the traffic
starts moving again?

It's the M25.

You can't just get out
and have a widdle
in the middle of the road.

I can, and I will.

Hail the Great Beast.

What'd you say, Horace?

Hail the Great Beast,

devourer of worlds.

Hail the Great Beast,
devourer of worlds.

Hail the Great Beast,

devourer of worlds.

Hail the Great Beast

devourer of worlds...

The M25 had become,
unexpectedly,

a burning magical ring of fire
that surrounded London.

Nobody was getting in or out.

Crowley had made it, now
Crowley was trapped inside it.

Right. The M25 is now
an impassable burning ring
of infernal fire,

and that's my fault.

Come on, Tadfield.
Tadfield. Tadfield.

Motorists are being advised
to avoid the M25 London
orbital motorway

because, in the words
of a Transportation
Department spokesman,

"It's on fire or something."

What does that even mean?

I know
where the Antichrist is.

I know where the Antichrist is.
I know where the Antichrist is.

- Mr Biggs...
- Yes?

I'm calling
about a car accident

that was not your fault
that you were involved in.

Bugger.

- Hello?
- Mrs Blore?

Wha' is it?

I'm calling about
a car accident

that you were
recently involved in.

You are eligible
for compensation.

Oh, for Heaven's sake.

Yes?

Hello, Mr Cowwley.

We're calling about
an accident you had.

It, eh, wasn't an accident, Lisa.
And this isn't Crowley.

Um, h-how do you know my name?

I know lots of things, Lisa.

I should be grateful to you
for setting me free,
shouldn't I?

I mean, I should
thank you personally

and meet your friends.

Uh...

I'm hanging up the phone now.

Too late.

I needed that.

Right.

So there really is
an Antichrist?

The Antichrist is alive

and on the Earth
at this moment, Sergeant.

He is bringing about
Armageddon.

I'm sure you can see

that the imminent destruction
of the world

is not something that any
reasonable person would permit.

-No.
-Am I correct?

-Aye.
-The Antichrist...

must be killed,
Sergeant Shadwell.

And you...
are the man to do it.

Well, I don't know
about that.

Um, the Witchfinder Army,
we just kill witches.

I'm sure you've killed
lots of those.

Well, early days.

This Antichrist of yours,
how many nipples does he have?

Oh...uh...
oodles of them.

Pots of nipples.

Nipples everywhere.
Ha-ha-ha!

Then I'm your man.

Now, Sergeant,
what weapons do you have?

Oh. Here.

Yes, anything more
substantial?

Um, I've got pins...

and the Thunder Gun of
Witchfinder Colonel Dalrymple.

-It'll fire anything.
Silver bullets.
-That's werewolves.

-Ehh... Garlic?
-Vampires.

Hmm. Bricks?

That should do nicely.
Ha!

Come on.
There must be a way across it.

Burning roads.
You predict this, Agnes?

Why isn't there an index?

You'll never escape London.

Nothing can.

Hastur. How was your time
in voicemail?

Funny, ha-ha.
Joke all you like, Crowley.

There's nowhere to run.

Aren't you to be lining up,
ready for battle around now?

Hell will not forget.

Hell will not forgive.

You know where the real
Antichrist is, don't you?

You'll never reach him.

You're done, Crowley.

Think you're going to get
across that?

There's nowhere to go.

Let's find out.

What-- what--
why are you driving?

That's-- what--
Stop this thing.

You know the thing
I like best about time,

is that every day it takes us
further away

from the 14th century.

I really didn't like
the 14th century.

-You'd have loved it, then.
-Yeah.

They didn't have any cars
back in the 14th century.

Lovely, clever human people
inventing cars,

and motorways,
and windscreen wipers.

-You got to hand it to them.
-Yeah. Aah!

Stop it. It's over.

You're doomed!
You hear me, Crowley?

You're doomed.
Whatever happens. Doomed!

See? This day's already
got better.

Stop this!
You'll discorporate us both!

-This is not funny!
-Come on!

If you've got to go,
then go with style!

I hate you!

You are my car.

I've had you from new.
You are not going to burn.

Don't even think of it.

Ha-ha!

Crowley has something
no other demons have,

an imagination.

Right now, he's imagining
that he is just fine,

and that a ton of burning
metal, rubber and leather

is a fully functioning car.

He had started the journey
in his Bentley,

and he was damned if he wasn't
going to finish it

in the Bentley as well.

The boffins
are on their way.

In the meantime, nothing
is getting out of London.

You sure about that?

What was...?

Right now, that's
someone else's problem.

He was waving.

Listen, I'm sorry
I made you all shut up,

but I'm going to make it
so you can talk again,

and we'll all play a game.

We're all going to meet
my new friends.

You'll like them so much.

Come to me!

Come to me!

- Come on.
We can still be friends.

After all the people have gone,

you can rule the world
that's left.

Wensley, you can have America.

And Pepper,
you get Asia and Russia.

And Brian, you can have
Europe and Africa.

And Dog, you can have
Australia.

So we'd rule the world.

But what about you, Adam?

What?

What bit are you
going to have?

I'll be here,
same as always.

On your own?

I don't want to go
anywhere else.

And this is our
Hogback Wood too.

We don't want to go
to America or Asia.

You will do as I say.

Or what?

You've already taken our mouths
and frozen us here.

We can't get away.

Actually,
he could kill us.

Yes, you could do that.

You aren't frozen anymore.

You can go anywhere you want.
See? I don't care where you go.

- Goodbye, Adam.
- Goodbye, Adam.

Actually, yes.
Goodbye, Adam.

What do you mean "goodbye"?

Stop following us.

I'm not following you.

We aren't your friends anymore.
We don't like you.

I don't care.

Dog, come back.

Dog!

Let them go. You have the world.

You have the power.
You have the glory.

Let them go.

Give me back my dog!

He's not your dog.
He's his own dog.

I don't think
he likes you anymore.

You're really scary,
and you aren't our friend.

You aren't anybody's friend.
You're going to burn
all this away. Why?

Because some adults
mucked things up.

That's a reason to fix it,
not destroy it.

Come back. Please?

Come on, little one.
Hello, Adam.

I'm sorry.

I wasn't...

I don't think
I was thinking straight.

I am now.

Adam, what have you done?

I don't know.

But whatever I've started,
we've got to stop it.

We need our bicycles.

Meet back here
in five minutes.

Where are we going?

Adam.

Adam, after we get our bikes,
where are we going?

The end of the world.
It's not far.

-I've got it.
-Oh, yeah?

If Agnes tells you
what to do,

and we need to do this right,

then you just need to pick
a card, any card.

"When the skies
are crimson seen..."

Well, she got that bit right.

"...then ye both must stand
between the world of life

and the world of war, where
the iron bird lands no more."

See?

It could be
talking about us.

"Where the iron bird
lands no more."

Iron bird.
That could be a plane.

-Mm-hmm.
-Where don't they land?

There's an American
Air Force base outside of town.

They don't land planes there
anymore.

I met some of the guys who work
there at the village pub.

But why would we go there?

I mean, all they have
left in there

is communication technology.

Computers and stuff.

Nothing explosive at all.

Oh, my God.

Dear lady, it seems to me,

we could make better time
walking.

It'd be a miracle to get
past 10 miles an hour.

Miracles. Yes. Right.

Uh, hold on extremely tightly,
Sergeant Shadwell,

if you'd be so kind.

Whoa!

Don't look down,
Sergeant Shadwell!

And off we go then!

I'm afraid we're lost.

The signposts
must have blown down.

We're looking for the air base.

Well, it's second
on the right.

Well, it's not exactly
on the right.

You go to the left,
but you'll find

that it winds its way around
to the right eventually.

It's signposted "Porrit's Lane".

You'll come into the village,
you go up past
the Bull and Fiddle

and you can't miss it.

Not sure I got that.

I did. Let us go.

"Behind the eagle's nest
a great ash hath fallen."

That's it.

You know, most of my family
thought it was something

to do with
the Russian Revolution.

You know, these places have
some pretty serious people

with some extremely
big guns guarding them.

And if we don't get shot
trying to break in,

then we're going to spend
the last few minutes

before the world ends
in a little cell without
any windows in it--

Okay. I think you're getting
yourself a little overexcited.

I'm not. I'm getting myself
quite calmly worried

about being shot,
and then put in a cell,

and then waterboarded,
and then shot again.

Don't worry, Agnes would have
definitely told me

if someone was going
to shoot you.

This is the place.

Is this all there is? I thought
it'd be more impressive somehow.

All these thousands
of years waiting,

just for a ride
of a hundred miles.

If Armageddon is anywhere,
then it is everywhere.

Let's crash
through the barriers.

No. We go in,
we do the job, we go out.

The geography is immaterial.

Surprise inspection, officer.

I was not informated on
any surprise inspection, sir.

Well, if you had, it wouldn't be
a surprise, now would it?

Can I...

Can I see some kind
of identification, sir?

Very good, sir.

Don't tell them
we're coming, officer.

We want it to be
a surprise.

"Behind the eagle's nest,
a great ash hath fallen."

Well, she's on
the money there.

Nice going, Dick Turpin.

You really do call your car
"Dick Turpin".

Yes.

I bet you're hoping one day
someone's going to ask you why.

Maybe.

Right.

It can't be this easy.
It really can't.

There's going to be guards
and security cameras.

Where are we going?

There.

How do you know?

Because everything
in my life,

everything Agnes wrote down
on that book 400 years ago,

everything is all
leading me here.

Now. With you.

I know.

-How are we going
to stop them exactly?
-Come on.

It's stupid calling it
a military base.

I went up there
on their open day,

and they didn't even
have guns and things.

Just lots of radios,
satellite dishes and stuff.

Yeah, it was all
knobs and dials.

Stupid.

What are your new friends
going to do here?

Well, I suppose they could patch
into the worldwide military net

and issue orders
to all computers

to activate all automated
systems and start fighting.

Actually, that would be
quite difficult.

Not really.
Not if you're them.

Oi, you! Stop!

I said stop!

Adam Young,
I thought it was you.

And the rest of you.
Do your parents know you're out?

Actually, it's not like there's
a law against being out.

I mean, you can't get sent
to prison for "being out".

Where are you four troublemakers
going this evening?

And don't stick your tongue out
at me, young lady,

or I'll have words
with your mother.

-We're going to the air base.
-If that's alright with you.

I mean, we wouldn't want
to go there if it wasn't
alright with you.

Adam Young, don't think I won't
talk to your father!

Can someone pass me
the screwdriver?

Who the hell are you?

I am neither
of Hell nor Heaven.

What's so special
about this place anyway?

This is a classified
communications hub.

Everything comes
through here.

See, they've made it
so they don't even
have to fight anymore.

- Machines will do it for them.
- Except the dying.

When it comes to some things,

machines will never
replace people.

I can feel it.

Another five minutes,

and the whole world
will be at war.

And once the war begins,

the famine comes...

then the pollution.

We're in business.

They are taking charge
of the electricity, all of it.

And under their rule,
it is coming to life.

They're fusing relays.
They're closing switches.

They're turning off the lights.

They are in control.

Let's get this show
off the road.

All warheads armed.
- What the heck?

Did you really just say
"what the heck"?

Get me STRATCOM Cyber Command.
Something's happening.

It has begun.

Nuclear codes delivered.

Everything is set in motion
for the final countdown.

The sword is raised,

ready to strike.

It's not just
nuclear destruction.

It's chemical too.

And my favourite standbys
are all chemical.

Say what you like,

plutonium may give you grief
for thousands of years,

but arsenic is forever.

The war, the pollution
and then the winter.

I like the winter.
So cold.

So clean. So hungry.

Ah, excuse me.
Sorry to bother you.

I seem to have
got slightly lost.

Tadfield Air Base?

There are some things
it is very difficult to say.

What R.P. Tyler
truly wants to say is:

Your car is on fire.

But he can't. I mean,
the man must know, mustn't he?

Perhaps it's some kind
of practical joke?

So he says...

Might have taken the wrong turn.

Signpost blown down.

Easy mistake to make.

So, second on the right.

When what he
wants to say is...

Young man, your car
is on fire, and you're
still sitting in it,

and frankly, it's in
no fit condition to drive.

Right. Got it.
Terrific.

-Young man?
-Yes?

Very unusual weather
for the time of year.

I'm afraid I hadn't noticed.

That's probably because
your stupid car is on fire!

You see this finger,
laddie?

This finger could send you
to your maker.

It really is vitally important

that we speak to whoever
is in charge.

He's telling the truth.
I'd know if he wasn't.

Will you please stop
interrupting? I am trying--

I just thought
I'd put in a good word for--

Yeah, I understand,
but you must really--

Will you please be quiet?
Both of you.

I mean, ma'am,
I must respectfully ask you to--

You wouldn't get that sort of
performance from a modern car.

- Crowley?
- Hey, Aziraphale!
I see you found a ride.

- Nice dress. Suits you.
- Ahh!

This young man
won't let us in.

Leave it to me.

Army human,

my friend and I have come
a long way, and--

Which one of you did that?

Okay, those kids
are in big trouble.

And so are you people.
Don't move!

All the chickens
are coming home to roost.

No more chickens.

Countdown
to activation initiated.

Our lord, our master.

Our friend. He's all
we've been waiting for.

When he joins us,

we will be complete.

Adam didn't know
what was going to happen next,

but he did know
what he had to do.

So, what are these people like?

Don't know.

Are they grownups?

-What the hell are
you kids doing here?
-It's alright.

Listen, kid,
you're on military property.

I think you all need
to go to sleep now.

All you soldiers.

I'm here!

He is here.

Everything ends now.

Time is over.