The Book Of Judas
"This is Johnny," Jude says to the good cop. "He's an old friend of mine." And so he is. Johnny smirks -- "Bollocks. Married!" -- and they consider her daughter, at the car. "Yeah, she's mine. Two last week, little monster." They chat about the husband, and Johnny smiles. "Months after...years after. I was still waiting for Steven Baxter to come back. Resurrection. One last miracle." She nods, completely understanding. "I thought that, spent a long time hoping for that, yeah. But that's exactly the thing I got rid of." (And thank God for Paul Abbott, who talked Davies out of giving Steve back to Jude as a mortal man.) Johnny smiles in the harsh light. You can see the space still in him, the pain of that lack. "Do you think I was right?" Johnny searches her face. For a while. "Any road, look at us, chatting away. Things to do!"
That too, that lack of an answer. That's grace, the kind of grace that wants you to make up your mind for yourself. You're allowed to be angry, you're allowed to think it's crap, but you just thought about it harder than you would have, and that is beautiful. And hardly comforting. Johnny nods over at the husband and tells her to promise that if they break up, he'll call Johnny. "Give up!" Jude laughs, and he gives her what can only be described as a surprisingly sexy look. "Never." She shakes her head and laughs. "Fair enough. Nice to see you." And it is. They say goodbye, she goes back to her family, they get in their cars, and we pull out to watch the parking lot, cars coming and going, everyone leaving, people shopping, life continuing. Arizona. And we're done. And we're never done.