Mary wakes from extreme sedation in a hospital, strapped down, Formalda and Nunya dressed as nurses.
Formalda - "First thing's first, the baby's fine."
Nunya - "More than fine, clawed right the fuck out of you. Good thing you're one of us now, wanna see the security footage ? Little fucker took out half the wing when the doctor tried slapping her ass."
Formalda - "You're really the worst."
Nunya - "Director's cut. I'm just saying she's already been fed."
Formalda - "I love you but also please shut up."
Mary - Looks out the window, sees the other world. "How ... "
Formalda
- "This room is the same in
both places as long as we're still in it but as soon as we leave ... "
Formalda - "Please you'd be shot. I was trying to predict where Tzadkiel would land. It's (annoyed) ... not an easy shot."
Nunya - "There's literally textbooks."
Formalda
- "Shut up. Soft lead wouldn't have killed him but a hard enough
strike to the head can knock him out. I just needed one second with
you."
Nunya - "Didn't get it."
Formalda - "Oh my god."
Mary - "Where's Micheal."
Nunya
- Looks back at Formalda, "He's waiting for you in the lobby, with an
assault rifle in one hand and your baby in the other, holding off the
national guard."
Formalda - Checking the door, "While we go wake you up. Come on. Time to go."
X O
Meanwhile ~ the lobby.
The
elevator door opens, Michael roaring and shooting though a blown out
hospital edifice, a near apocalypse seen through. Soldiers pouring in
as the lightning pours out from the shrieking baby.
The angels descend into the fight, the creation stomping.
Formalda
and Nunya open fire dragging Mary as Micheal looks back and sees her,
smiles and opens his wings. They slump her onto his back, he takes
flight over the number, baby shredding electricity over the lot.
1:24 ~ A limo pulls up to the row of prostitutes, the window slides down and Bonnie leans in, Clyde smiles back.
(mmm-battle)
~ Limo door slams and pulls from the curb, pimp watching the plate as it drives away.
The
battle rages as they swarm the creation, itself enjoying with the
angels before the city churns back into our world. Waving soldiers and
the tanks of a Veteran's Day parade, people lining the streets a bit
confused then cheering the jets flying over in formation to the last
gust of wind.
~ XO mega-credits (full CDE series) ~
This
time for the set credits I decided to blow all my money on the cast and
crew going on a trip to Vegas ! Even the extras ! The final finale is ~
I'm poor again.
Womp womp.
Credits
as they line dance down the main strip (it's a very wide street) in
front of the creation stomping to, filmed with 'realistic' horror shakey
cam as though by fleeing people (panicking extras) and news reports.
~ mixed with them blowing my fucking money.
~ mid credits ~
The man from our world who would be pimp in theirs - "God
I loved that movie. Second one ... mmm ... well it actually did have
some great visuals. Great concepts. But you know. 'There can be only
one'. Thanks for the talk."
Takes
the pimp's head with a heavy sword, pimp strapped to a chair just like
the one he was, bloodied in that same way, same basement and tools on
the bench.
...
Man - "Hm."
A
little disappointed, he drops the sword from his gloved hands, it lands
in a pool, the last shot over it from one suspiciously sharp tooth
knocked into the corner.
As
he leaves the basement, past the brutalized guards, he drops a pistol
in one of their bloody laps and up the stairs, the horn ~