So, Doable John wanders into another room of the ramshackle farmhouse to smear his own damn blood all over the wall, and Darling Sammy wanders after him to engage in a lengthy and heartfelt conversation regarding the...you know what? I totally don't give a shit. It's all just some great, big, aggravatingly endless dialogue about how Sam, at long last, has come to forgive Sucky John for the miserable, wretched, and horribly fucked-up way he raised his sons, and there's this entire goddamn emotionally manipulative string section sawing away on the soundtrack, and The Ginormomope's totally sobbing like a tiny little girl, and I WAS TOLD THERE WOULD BE NO CHICK FLICK MOMENTS, and look at that! It's over. "What a relief!"
Somewhere woodsy, Anna stands knee-deep in dead leaves until fluttery noises at her back herald the arrival of everyone's favorite angelic badass, Uriel, who's looking much younger tonight, likely because his regular Vessel's only twenty-five years old in 1978. In fact, he looks like a completely different person, but we'll pretend we didn't notice that and instead listen in on their conversation. Uriel begins by chiding her for summoning him, reminding her, "We're under strict orders not to come down here, much less take a Vessel." Anna remains still and expressionless until her subordinate finally realizes, "You're not the Anna of now." "No," she admits before LYING, "but thirty years from now, I'm still your superior, and I need you to kill some humans." Uriel's all, "Hey, I'm always up for a good smiting. Where's the party?" DUN!