Good Cop gives Steve a tour of the piles and warehouses of Testaments, which are being processed, checked for explosives and anthrax. "So you better make a start," he says, and Steve whimpers that he can't read them all. "Bit of a flaw in the plan, if you ask me." I love Good Copper Chadwick. He's so sweet. Steve flips out, alone, with Chadwick's voice echoing in his ears: "What if they think of the exact words you need, and can't write it down?" He leans his head against a window, with the light behind. It's hard, not seeing his face, knowing how far out he is right now. Fade to white...
...and fade in on Fiona, with her kids sitting on a bench, entirely washed out like the end of days, never quite coming back to normal lighting. In slow motion, she and her children stand up from the bench, the music ethereal and a bit suspenseful, heavy on the drums. Inside a convenience store, Fiona buys a notebook for her Testament. "What would you write? Who saves the world?" asks the television above the counter, and Fiona drops her change into the charity cup. First one, then several. Faster and faster, and she dumps out her purse, hands shaking, camera speeding up, fade to white. Asceticism As Bargaining Tactic.
Fade to Pete, carrying a bouquet of flowers. The graveyard's overflowing; everyone's there. Broken hearts and people screaming, pounding on tombstones. Think of the Victorians; obsession with death signals a culture in decline.
Fade to Steve, who goes into download. All these dangers of religion. The ways God warps the world around Him.
Jude walks down the street in signed Steve Madden tennis shoes, looks like. At her feet, she finds that map from before, the night the Devil first came for her. Must be a sign. Must be something awful coming. She goes to the building that poor lonely woman was looking for; the music is intrigued. The office, she finds, is empty -- the television is on, with the man throwing himself at Baxter's feet the day the sun shone in the stadium. A woman enters the small office and asks if she can help Jude; Jude tells her about the poor widow, who went all Satanic on her, but the lady interrupts her: "Have you seen this?" It's this one clip of a reporter freaking out during the Event, the moment of her belief. "It just doesn't stop...Look at it! I think...it's true...." Weeping. "They keep playing that bit," the woman says noncommittally. "She's actually starting to believe, and they've caught it on camera." I don't know why that gets to me; it's the same objective correlative every single time: you see God in Steve's eyes at the stadium, you see the madness of loneliness and the option of evil in the silver eyes of Johnny Tyler, you see the birth of faith in this journalist's eyes. I guess, not being God or the Devil ourselves, as far as we know, she's the best we can hope for. "I think it's real...." An empty doorway and a maple leaf. Jude considers her, smiles at the screen. "I was in school with him, Steven Baxter. Sorry to have bothered you." She takes off, but the woman offers her coffee.