The Messengers (2015): Season 1, Episode 2 - Strange Magic - full transcript

Drawn together by destiny, Vera, Erin, Joshua, Raul and Peter convene together where they meet the mysterious Rose. Rose reveals that they are angels and their mission is to find and stop ...

Previously on The Messengers...

(boom)

(exhales)

You experienced things
today you don't understand.

Nothing is random.

Nothing is a coincidence.

Everything is
happening for a reason.

And you have an
important part to play.

You're gonna kill me, aren't you?

Three shots to the chest, right?

(gunshots)



(crying)

(grunting)

(shouts)

(alarm wailing)

ERIN: What are you... (grunts)

You stay calm, you stay quiet.

I just need a ride.

And then I'll let you go.

He's alive.

I can tell you where to find your son.

You just need to finish a job for me first.

She's already basically dead.

Killing her would be a mercy.

(steady beeping)



THE MAN: Don't stop now, Vera.

You're so close.

I can't kill this woman.

But you must.

No.

You want her dead, kill her yourself.

That's not how this works.

How... how-how am I
even supposed to be sure

that you have my son?

(squeak)

Are we gonna go on a airplane?

(squeaking) (cooing)

Now we just need to tire you
out so you sleep on the airplane.

(chuckles)

(squeaking) (zooming sounds)

Yeah?

(zooming sounds) ♪ I
get a strange magic ♪

- ♪ Oh, what a ♪
- Cutie pie.

- ♪ Strange magic ♪
- Mama loves you.

♪ Oh, it's a... ♪

(chime)

WOMAN (over speaker): Vera
Buckley, please proceed

to the nearest white courtesy phone.

Vera Buckley to the white courtesy phone.

Who would be calling...?

Michael?

Michael.

Michael!

(squeak)

You took him, you sick son of a bitch.

No.

Easy now.

I don't have your son.

But I know exactly where he is.

So you can finish what you started or...

as God is my witness,

you will never see Michael again.

(crying softly)

(sniffles)

(quietly): Sorry.

(inhales sharply)

(gasps)

(shuddering exhale)

(exhales)

(distorted): Ikiwa ja mamatay sen
zullen niciodata fumanisa ceteros.

I don't understand.

You were in a c-coma.

How long?

S-Seven years.

(gasps)

You came here to kill me, didn't you?

No. He wanted me to. I-I
couldn't. I couldn't...

And you didn't.

That's all that matters, Vera.

H-How do you know my name?
Do you know who that man is?

- Look, I need to find my son.
- We have to go, okay?

(alarms beeping)

What are you doing?

I need to get him out of the car, sweetie.

But he doesn't look good. You
can't just leave him at a bus stop.

Amy, please.

He just wants to get
to his brother's house.

- Amy.
- Mom, please.

We should take him to the hospital.

JOSHUA: At 4:10 p.m.
today, on live television,

I, Joshua Silburn Jr., died.

And yet here I am.

Why?

JOSHUA SR.: He may be strong in
spirit, but my poor son thinks he died.

And he's just not right in his mind.

And I apologize for his disturbing and...

unacceptable conduct.

We just pray he gets all the
help he desperately needs.

(indistinct chatter) (elevator dings)

_

DRIVER: Hey, kid. Wake up.

This is my last stop.

End of the road.

_

(error beep)

Come on. Are you serious?

(steady beeping)

What's his name?

Uh, I don't know, actually.

Come on, sweetie.

Uh, whoa. What's your name?

Why do you need to know?

He's been shot.

I'm required by law to report

all gunshot wounds.

Don't go anywhere.

- Are we in trouble?
- No, sweetie.

We're not. Come on. Let's
get out of here, okay?

No. Hey, mister, you got to wake up.

Amy...

You brought me to a hospital?

Yeah, you're lucky it
isn't a police station.

No. No.

- Oh, my...
- Mom!

(grunts)

What the hell did you just do?

We have an unidentified gunshot victim...

(indistinct police transmission)

Come on.

You, stop! Wait! Come back here!

JOSHUA: Heavenly Father, please help me.

I've lost everything.

Is Dad right?

Am I out of my mind?

Or are these visions real?

Please, God.

Help me to understand your plan.

(clack)

You're the woman from my vision.

Yes, I am.

And you...

are the Messengers.

We're the what?

We're the Angels of the Apocalypse.

Guys, a little something that
she's neglecting to mention...

She just woke up from a seven-year coma.

(sighs)

No, wait, Peter.

Joshua.

Raul.

Erin.

What Vera's telling you is
true. But yesterday you all died.

And now here you are.

Okay, sweetie, you want to
play a little game, okay?

You mean, I'm not going crazy?

Something's really
happening here, am I right?

God is angry, so he's giving us a test.

I am so not down with that.

Well, you'd better be, because this
is prophecy we're talking about.

You mean the Book of Revelation?

Different religions
call it different things,

but God's message is pretty much
the same no matter how you slice it.

This is the beginning of the end.

You need to stop wasting my time.
You said you'd give me answers.

You tell me where the
man is who took my son.

That is no man. He is the Devil.

Wait. You mean like the Devil devil?

You thought it was a meteor,

but that was Satan being cast
down from Heaven once again.

Hi. I'm an atheist.

You shouldn't doubt the Devil's
presence. He's a wicked son of a bitch.

And he will play on every last one
of your worst fears and insecurities.

You of all people should know that.

What is she talking about?

It doesn't matter. I'm calling the cops.

It's been seven years. Have
they helped you find Michael?

We're the only hope you
have of finding your son.

(loud, piercing rhythmic beeping)

Oh, my God. Where is she?

Code yellow! We've got a missing patient!

ERIN: Okay, even if any of this

was remotely legitimate, why us?

If people like us can somehow
figure out a way to work together,

maybe the world deserves to be saved.

Saved from what exactly?

The Rapture.

When God reclaims the faithful
and leaves the forsaken behind.

But how are we supposed to
stop something like that?

By using the special gifts
he has given all of us.

The power to heal,

incredible strength,

an ability to hear thoughts,

and the gift of prophetic vision.

Apparently, I'm the only
one with the gift of sanity.

Your gift will reveal
itself when you're ready.

Right. That makes perfect sense.

What about you?

God has given me the gift of understanding.

Yeah. Understanding what?

(speaking Spanish)

What did she say?

She understands whatever God wants her to.

In every language known to man.

Okay, well, understand this.

You need medical attention.

And you three are crazy

if you believe a word that
she is saying, and you...

I know who you are. You're a Bible-thumper

who probably believes
everything that she's...

(Joshua breathes loudly)

- What's wrong with him?
- He's having a seizure.

No. He's having a vision.

(breathing loudly)

(wind howling)

Come on! Come on, baby!

Come on. Yeah!

(indistinct voices of children)

(loud, gasping breathing)

Tell us what you saw.

NURSE: Search every room in
this wing and check the chapel.

There's no escaping destiny.

Rose.

It's a miracle.

(both laughing)

Hi.

(laughing)

(indistinct chatter)

Get in the car, sweetie.

Get in. Up front.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

What if she's right?

What if we're supposed to stick together?

I mean, I must have
healed you for a reason.

What the hell am I doing here?

(phone ringing)

Hey.

Please tell me you're in
Cabo doing tequila shots.

(laughs) I wish. That's not happening.

Yeah, well, you picked
a good day to skip work,

'cause we're fired.

I'm... I'm sorry. What?

You heard me. We're
locked out of our offices.

No more labs, no more
analysis, no more nothing.

Why? Is this because of the crater?

I wish I could tell you, V. But
you know what? The guys with guns...

They really don't feel like talking.

Thanks, guys.

VERA: Just tell me this much.

Did you get the rock from my house?

Yeah.

Yeah, I got it.

But what are we supposed to do with it now?

Don't worry. I'm on my way.

(dial tone) Okay.

(engine revving, tires squealing)

(gasps)

I saw your son!

(panting)

So, why did you have a
gun in the first place?

(sighs) I'm a federal agent.

But I got framed, and now there's
all kinds of people looking for me.

Sorry I got you caught up in it.

It's just par for the course, I guess.

It's been a pretty weird couple of days.

Yeah, tell me about it.

Look, I don't want to be any more trouble,

so would you mind just
dropping me off at my brother's?

Sure.

Can I play with your niece?

Well, it's been a little while
since I've seen her, sunshine.

Amy, we're gonna let Raul spend
some time with his own family. Okay?

(siren blaring)

(tires squeaking, engine revving)

Oh, my God.

What do I do?

Just give me my gun and stay cool.

(panting)

Stay cool.

(siren toots)

(gun chamber clicks)

(car door closes)

(garbled radio transmission, birds singing)

(high-pitched tone)

ERIN (echoing): Oh, my
God, we are so screwed.

Please don't let Ronnie find us.

AMY: I don't want Daddy
to hurt Mom anymore.

(high-pitched, piercing tone)

COP: This is the bitch
from the AMBER Alert.

I'm gonna run her in for kidnapping.

Both of you, step out of the car slowly.

This is the bitch from the AMBER Alert.

ERIN: Please don't let Ronnie find us.

AMY: I don't want Daddy
to hurt Mom anymore.

(grunting)

(gun chamber clicks) Don't move.

(engine revving)

You realize we just
assaulted a police officer?

Like you said, it's been
a weird couple of days.

(sighs) By the way, who's Ronnie?

Did you just read my mind?

Apparently, I hear thoughts.

You mean... every thought?

No, only the crappy ones.

Well, what kind of gift is that?

Kept you out of jail, didn't it?

I guess we're both on the run.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

ALICE: Peter. Thank God you answered.

Where are you? You need to come home.

I can't.

I'm guilty of murder, Alice.

No, Peter, listen.

I talked to the police,
and Sam's friend ID'd you,

but I told them I was there
when he threatened to kill you.

They know that it was just self-defense.

All they want to do is talk to you.

You can still clear your name, Peter.

There's some crazy stuff happening.

I think I need to figure
it out before I come home.

I'm worried about you.

Please be careful.

I-I will. I promise.

Check in with you later, okay?

Okay.

Bye.

We good?

(computer trilling, beeping)

(trilling)

Thanks for your help.

You did the right thing.

(tires squealing) ♪ Raised
up in the country... ♪

- Where exactly did you see my son?
- In my vision.

- Oh, God.
- You don't get it.

I've had these visions before.

I saw Rose, and I found Rose.

I'm not just some
preacher man off the rails.

Forget the gossip.

We're talking about the gospel.

And God has every reason to be angry at us.

School shootings, the financial crisis.

Global warming. The world has
gone to hell in a handbasket.

Are you trying to sound
ass-hat crazy right now?

The reasons kids get shot in
schools is because psychos have guns.

You want to talk financial
crisis? Look up sub-prime lending.

And don't even get me
started on global warming.

You might not like it, but
this has all been predicted.

Are you gonna tell me where we're headed
or am I just going to drive aimlessly?

Got to be around here somewhere.

I recognized it from when my
church used to do charity work

- in this neighborhood.
- Recognized what?

That.

Hey, stop the truck.

If you want to find your son...

follow me.

So, what, we're just gonna start
knocking on random people's doors?

It's the house I saw in my vision.

No. Look, this is ridiculous.

We have to go. This is crazy.

- Good afternoon, ma'am.
- You'd better not be from the bank.

- I told y'all that...
- No, we're from a charity

devoted to helping wounded veterans.

I... You know, I'm-I'm sorry, ma'am,
I think my friend has the wrong house.

- No, we don't.
- Wait, wait.

Is this about Ben?

He's not home.

Is Ben your husband? He was wounded, right?

Lost an arm for his country in Afghanistan.

Now we can't even make the rent.

- He's out of work?
- Not for lack of trying.

But it's tough out there.

He was supposed to work
for Senator Richards...

till some lackey boy of hers said
he wasn't fit for security detail.

- I'm sorry to hear that.
- Ben is a proud warrior.

But if you ask me, he shouldn't
have to keep fighting here at home.

Any idea where he is now?

I wish to God I could tell you.

It's him, Vera. He's the
guy I saw in my vision.

I saw him on that porch. I
saw him at the race track.

I saw him talking to us at the park.
And then you know what else I saw?

You. With your son in your arms.

Why are you doing this to me?

'Cause somehow it's all connected.

I think that's what
God's trying to tell us.

I don't believe in God.
I don't believe in angels

and I don't believe in the Devil, okay?

Do you believe your son is alive?

(bell ringing)

ANNOUNCER: And they're
deadlocked at the eighth pole.

He's A Slicky has ground in the
lead by this journeyman jockey.

(crowd cheering)

He's A Slicky, it's He's
A Slicky in the lead.

(whoops)

(laughs, whoops)

Trifecta, baby. You see that?

Lucky you.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

Hey.

You're a chess player.

How'd you like to double your money?

Hmm.

This is the place.

That's where your brother lives?

Yup. I got to make sure he's okay.

- Thanks a lot.
- Sure.

It's... been interesting.

Do you have to go?

Afraid so, Sunshine.

But maybe I'll see you again sometime.

All right.

I like him.

I know you do, sweetie.

You like him, too.

Put your seat belt back on.

♪ ♪

_

(door opens in distance)

Aah!

Nadia? Nadia, wait.

I'm your uncle. Your dad's brother, Raul.

Raul? Yeah, I remember.

Wish I could forget.

Aah...

I know you don't trust me, but I'm family.

NADIA: More like the one
who broke up my family.

What happened?

I was listening to music on my headphones.

Dad was watching TV.

Then I heard loud noises and
I started to come out, but I...

heard the screams.

And you hid.

- It's okay.
- That was like an hour ago.

Is Dad...

Wait.

D...

"Blood for blood"?

I think they might have taken him.

Don't worry, he's gonna be all right, okay?

Really?

'Cause it sure doesn't look like it to me.

Who the hell took him?

That's a long story,

but right now I need
to get you out of here.

Where's your mom?

She doesn't live with us anymore.

All right, so it's just us.

Come on, let's go.

I'm not going anywhere with you.

That vet has to be around somewhere.

I saw him right here.

Well, we tried. I'm sorry,
I can't do this anymore.

Wait, you can't leave.
Look, what if Rose is right?

If these really are
prophetic visions I'm having,

there must be a reason we're
supposed to find this vet.

That woman just woke up
from a seven-year coma.

And you have completely lost your grip.

I'm an idiot for thinking
you could actually help me.

There's more to the vision...
The park, your son, remember?

I'm done.

Wait, look, you got to believe
me, you're supposed to be here.

Vera!

_

Where can I play chess in a park?

RAUL: Nadia, listen to me, it's
not safe here for you right now.

You need to come with me.

This is your fault, isn't it?

You screw up and then they
come after your family?

She seems pretty smart.

Too bad you're not.

We knew you'd come back.

Where's my brother?

Why don't you come with me
and ask El Jefe yourself.

All right,

you let her go...

and I'm gonna come with you.

(grunting)

Oh!

(growling)

Now you gonna come with me?

_

When my brave son sacrificed
his life in the war,

I knew I couldn't let his death be in vain.

So I committed myself to doing

exactly what he and these
selfless veterans did,

trying to make my state

and my country proud of my service.

ANNOUNCER: Be a true patriot...

Reelect Senator Cindy
Richards. (police radio chatter)

(indistinct conversation)

Mind if I ask you an insensitive question?

Sure.

How exactly did you lose it?

Your arm?

I was riding shotgun
in a Humvee in Kandahar.

We drove right over an IED.

And boom. That was it.

Woke up in a hospital,

and my best friend was dead.

I bet that's not the kind
of thing you get over easily.

Well,

some days are tougher than others.

But, uh,

Jimmy... he was the
bravest S.O.B. I ever knew.

And, uh, he didn't have to be there.

Really? Why is that?

He was the son of a senator.

A senator.

Of course.

That makes more sense.

It's not you.

It's what you could lead them to.

That's why you're important.

What the hell are you talking about?

You know,

I've been fighting a battle
of my own for a very long time.

And I've been wounded, too.

Oh, really?

Take today, for instance.

I was this close to...

snuffing out a problem,

only to be stopped dead in my tracks.

But if there's one thing
I've learned over the years,

it's that sometimes you
have to shift your strategy.

You put your pawns in the right positions.

You let them sacrifice themselves.

Then

you pick your opponents off

one by one.

You get close.

You get in their heads.

And if you really want to win...

you make them think you're losing.

Then, when they least expect it,

you go for blood.

Checkmate.

I guess you should have
quit while you were ahead.

Damn.

What are you gonna tell your wife?

(loud panting)

Hey, Alan, I swear, I'm on my way back now.

ALAN: Well, don't bother.

What do you mean, don't bother?

Remember the crater?

Smoking rock, giant hole in the ground?

Helicopters, bunch of
guys in camo? That crater?

Yes, of course. Why?

Yeah, well, it's gone.

(brakes squeaking) Wait. Alan, Alan, stop.

What do you mean, it's gone?

I mean gone gone, like
government conspiracy gone.

Area 51, 18½ minutes
of Watergate tapes gone.

Don't know what I'm gonna do.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Wait!

BEN: He took everything I had.

Everything.

Hey!

Hey, look out!

Wait!

Oh, my...

My God.

(gasps)

Oh, my God.

(crickets chirping)

(rock music plays on radio)

(sighs)

I'm sorry. Can't hear myself think.

So, where did your mom go?

NADIA: Wouldn't you like to know?

She and Dad split up a couple years ago.

Then she moved to Tulsa.

What happened?

What do you care?

It was your fault anyway.

Now you're just gonna get Dad killed.

Listen, Nadia, I'm not
gonna let them hurt your dad.

(music playing)

(explosive pop, squealing and hissing)

Pull over.

(motorcycle engine starting)

♪ Way, way down in the city ♪

♪ A long, long time ago ♪

♪ I found myself
at the crossroads ♪

_

♪ And I was wondering
which way should I go ♪

♪ I picked up my
old guitar... ♪

JOSHUA: You're not hearing me.

In my vision I saw us talking to that vet.

And if you'd have stayed with me,

and we'd have found him
when we were supposed to,

we could've stopped him
from winding up dead.

You don't know that's true.

You don't know that it isn't.

Look, I get that you believe all of this,

but you're a head case televangelist.

I'm not crazy.

This is different.

(sighs)

We've all been given a gift.

Yeah, well, I haven't been given anything.

God has a plan, Vera.

Did his plan include
someone stealing my son?

There's no such thing as destiny.

(clicking and whirring)

(static)

♪ Strange magic ♪

♪ Oh, what a strange magic ♪

♪ Oh, what a... ♪

You've got to be kidding me.

♪ Strange magic... ♪

I'll be right back, munchkin.

♪ Got a strange magic ♪

♪ Strange magic... ♪

It's no accident you're here.

Do you know why?

Yes, and I don't think
any of us has a choice.

We need to find and stop

the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

Seriously? Horsemen?

She's talking about War,

Pestilence, Famine and Death.

That doesn't sound good.

It isn't.

But they're regular
people, just like we are.

Except the Devil is tempting each of
them to commit some kind of terrible sin,

and once they do, they're no longer human.

They've broken a fateful seal.

The Seven Seals of the Apocalypse.

- That sounds even worse.
- It is.

Each of the seals is like a stepping
stone on the way to the Rapture.

Can we just slow down for a second?

I just came in here to get some
chicken nuggets with my daughter.

Yeah, I've got somebody waiting in the car.

I just woke up from a seven-year coma

and found out my fiancé stopped
visiting after six months,

so spare me your sob
stories and listen carefully.

If those Four Horsemen succeed
in breaking their seals,

we can all kiss humanity good-bye.

There was a one-armed vet in my vision.

Then she and I saw him get killed.

Could he have been a Horseman?

If you found him in time,
maybe he could've helped us.

A one-armed vet. I saw a guy
like that in a campaign ad.

Then he must have been
a piece of the puzzle.

God shows us all signs every day.

Between that and Joshua's visions,

it's up to the six of us to work
together and figure out what they mean.

I thought there were seven
Angels of the Apocalypse?

There's one more to
come, but we can't wait.

The end is near. We have
to stop the Horsemen.

Okay, I'm sure you're all lovely people.

(chuckles) I've heard enough, and
I only believe things I can see.

Then you need to look harder.

That is really trippy.

(indistinct shouting)

(panting)

You okay?

What did you see?

Dog tags.

Sword.

Blood, fire.

Sounds like the Horseman of War.