The Book Of Judas
"What have I done?" Lost. "He's more than that! Better than that!" Johnny asks if Steve loves her, "Sweet" he calls her: "Do you love him?" Yes. Johnny breaks into song, reedy and awful: "That's where the devil gets in...." But she disagrees: "He won't fall. He's stronger than you." Steven Baxter would do anything to be with his Jude, especially now. "Everything we did was pushing you towards him; showing you proof, making you believe. The moment you believe, you despair, and once you despair, you're mine." Using the rhythms of her speech, the way of her thoughts, against her. Brilliant. "When you join me, Steven Baxter will follow." Jude informs the Prince that he's got a bit of a problem on his hands: "...Because I'm not joining you." Johnny shakes his head. "Peter's gone, Frank's lost. You're next." That same repetition-as-truth that Jude and Steve both keep using. "I've seen everything you've done," she says, "...and I still haven't fallen." Oh, how he shakes his head now, grinning. Terrifying. "There's more to come. One more lost soul to push you over the edge." Who? Who's left? Chadwick had a heart attack, Frank's in custody, Peter's dead. The mates? The gay dude doesn't even have a name, and Dave's all...oh. Fuck. I mean, fuck. After all that.
"Tsk tsk. Forgotten all about her. The one left behind. The housewife." Jude whispers her name. I get angrier than any of them. They lined her up, didn't they? And took turns. God, the Devil. Saint Valentine. And she wasn't smart enough, or strong enough, to fight back, because nobody held her up and nobody told her she could fight back. I go on and on, constantly, every week, about loving the Gollum, finding the least among us and seeing the mirror that they are. Even Frank, I could handle. Hatred is worse than forgetting; I'm worse than Jude. There is no grace in that. I am so sorry.
Jude bounces with a quickness and orders Simon to take her to Fiona. Johnny smiles at them, in the street. "She's in charge, Simon!" He wishes them both a happy Judgment Day -- "or Night, I suppose" -- and calls a "see ya" to Jude as they drive away. "Godspeed!" he howls in the street.