Get to the ship!
- Your people lied to us! - And yours, us.
But who was right? The Ariels?
The Nepilates? It's irrelevant now.
There's no world left to destroy with our hate.
Go to hell, Major.
Aaah!
Father?
What's wrong, Father?
I won't.
You must. Save me from eternal death.
I love you.
I love you, Father.
Twenty seconds until takeoff.
Fifteen seconds.
Ten seconds.
Five, four, three,
- two, one. - Buckle up, guys.
We're takin' off.
All right, guys. Looks like we're in the clear.
Mia, Magnum? Get into your stasis suits.
Yes, Commander.
All right, everyone. Commitment oaths.
Because of my religion?
So it's just a coincidence that all the rest of you
worship He Who Watches, while I don't?
Your hatred for us destroyed this world.
And believe me,
you make it so easy to hate you.
That's enough!
We'll need to put aside our differences
and live in peace on the new world Zohar has selected for us.
We may as well start now.
Mia, stasis injection.
Sleep well, my friends.
Redirecting trajectory course.
Do you feel it?
Yes, Father.
I hear it, too.
He is born.
It's coming!
Please... help.
Thank you, Father!
Mary?
Mary!
Mary, where are you?!
Mary! Mary!
Don't hurt my wife and baby!
Mary. Mary.
Come see.
The Savior is born.
No! No-o-o-o!
Okay, guys.
Everybody up.
We are here.
You know what that means?
Commitment oaths.
Directive alpha.
Time to procreate.
Holy crap. Is that a Zed?
- It's my father. - Not anymore, kid.
Let me guess. He tried to eat you,
so you...
Live... in peace...
on new world.
Remember?
Directive alpha.
I'm not going to mate with you,
You're no man.
You don't have a choice. Remember?
- Commander? - Mia, those are the rules.
Necessary to rebuild our civilization.
But... if you guys didn't take commitment oaths,
well, the rule is nullified.
Detecting planet's atmosphere.
Initiating entry burn.
What the hell?!
This wasn't our destination.
Too late now, guys. Buckle up.
We're coming into the atmosphere, guys.
It's gonna be rough.
Thank you for bringing us to this world safely.
We pray that you continue to watch over us.
We promise to live in peace with the inhabitants.
Inhabitants? We couldn't even live in peace back at home.
We come from the same god.
We're all made in his image.
Say it!
We promise to live in peace
with the inhabitants.
Igniting center engine
for landing burn.
Thank you, Zohar.
Landing complete.
Rathean passengers, you get a second chance.
Please don't fuck it up this time.
It's odd Zohar changed our course.
Taking us out of stasis six months early.
Let us make our new world commitment oath.
Thank you for bringing us to this world safely.
Whether it's He Who Watches, He Who Listens,
or She Who Guides.
Or he who got fed up with our bullshit
and when to find a new world.
To a fresh start,
free of religious divisions.
Mashante.
We're here, Father,
I promise to live by the sword and die by the sword.
I sense this emblem to be a symbol of goodness
and protection.
But sadly, it's also been used to justify evil.
An emerging power will soon threaten this world.
Could it be the same force that destroyed Rathe?
A good or a bad vision?
Someone very good and kind was born in this land.
But he was a Zed.
There are no good Zeds.
Not on Rathe, anyway.
By Zohar's estimation, we have arrived
in this planet's year 2074.
Many wars have transpired here
leaving the inhabitants in a state of despair
and futility, and unaware of the apocalyptic threat
that is about to be unleashed upon them.
- Do we all understand? - Such a crude,
rudimentary language.
What does "like, whatever" mean?
It's a dismissive response to a question.
I hope they don't have tentacles.
Mm, none as big as your tentacle, I'm sure.
No, three minutes more.
Ohh.
And I was like, "Whatever."
I thought it might be a wolf.
When have you heard a wolf cluck?
Who the fuck are you?
I'm Thora. This is my committed, Magnum.
This is Phoenix and Beset, who are committed.
- Committed for what? - To procreate.
Hold that for me, would ya, sweetheart?
- Hello, Wolfie. - Hello.
Procreate often?
In two minutes I'm about to.
Ya see, Noa?
The direct approach works every time.
He's mine.
Jealous much?
Are you committed?
- Not yet. - Well, you came to the right place.
Bunch of horny guys, drunk, ready to pounce.
Ready to mount anything that moves.
Try, and I'll toss them
in their tribe's designated fire pit myself.
Okay. Bye-bye, weirdos.
Come on, Noa.
Did you believe one word from those freaks?
Let go of me!
Well, hello, sexy. Up for procreating?
Come on.
Excuse me. ls there somewhere we can go and mate?
Uh, just behind the tent there.
- Yeah! - That's what I'm talkin' about!
Nothing like getting your hands dirty
to bring out other primordial urges.
- Aunt India! - What?
- Why do you always have to be so... - Blunt? Factual?
Scientific? Direct? Truthful?
To the point?
An archeologist never beats around the bush.
Unless he's a hot archeologist,
in which that case, he could beat around mine.
Stop! ls sex all anyone wants to do tonight?
Yes!
How is it that an aunt is less uptight than her niece?
We humans wouldn't exist if it weren't for sex. You know that.
Yeah, but you don't have to broadcast it.
Of course we do. Look at every male in the animal kingdom,
prancing about to entice a female.
I meant humans.
Guys revving motorcycles, girls in high-heeled shoes,
tattoos, stylish clothing,
fancy cars, hairstyles,
jewelry, muscles...
boob jobs?
You know, everything we do is an attention-seeking means
to attract a partner.
Hello. I'm India Jones.
I'm Beset. This is Mia, Phoenix,
and that is Magnum mating with his Thora.
"Mating." You see, Noa,
that is a much better word for sex.
It aligns us with animals, right where we belong.
Are you from a local kibbutz?
Uh, is there any room at the inn?
Why did I say that.
Oh, my God.
Excuse me, ma'am.
You know where I can rest my wife?
This broadcast video format is like
the crude information dissemination device
we had on Rathe before evolving to telepathy.
This place is a mess.
And all over religious differences...
the same as Rathe.
Why did we end up here?
Maybe to warn them.
We find more at lower elevations,
near ancient streams and watering holes
where animals are killed while drinking.
Animals, yes, but Zeds are more commonly found
where they were buried or burned.
Right above the water line.
- What are Zeds? - Tortured souls of the human dead.
What the hell. Lead the way.
Don't be scared, Mia. An animal probably found the body
and damaged it before it was even buried.
It's not an animal... and they don't get scared.
Attention, please!
We're gonna be moving the dig over this way.
Mia just found something
that appears to be Neanderthal remains.
What are you sensing?
The god of this planet, the same as ours.
But he takes a more active role in affairs here.
I'll be gone about an hour
depending on how many questions our financing source asks.
Thanks to you, we have the skulls to show
that we're making progress.
You're welcome. But I wouldn't call it progress.
More of a warning you should heed.
Are you always this ominous?
Only before a planet's destruction.
I'll give them a tour.
Okay. Good. Well, have fun.
Or be ominous. Whatever turns you on.
No, no, no, no, no! Pay! Pay! No, no!
Don't you guys have money where you come from?
Give it up, old lady! Give it up!
- My parcel... Ohhh! - Hey!
Sleep.
Th-There is a God.
Thank you, human.
You can call me Magnum.
Within this wall is the force of a god's power.
An energy stronger than I've ever felt,
and festering like a cosmic storm ready to escape its cage.
It is the source of all that is good and evil in this world.
And if my visions are true,
then this force is about to be harnessed by evil
for evil's sake.
Unless we can stop it.
- Aunt India, it's creepy as hell. - I know.
Any thoughts?
You wouldn't believe us.
Try me. I always keep an open mind.
should we tell her?
We found the same type of skeleton where we came from...
as part of our pre-history, as well.
- They were dead. - Yes. They're dead.
They were already dead when they were killed.
Well, yes, there have been instances of warring tribes
who dug up and mutilated dead bodies of other tribes,
purely for disrespect and humiliation.
They didn't mutilate dead bodies... they killed the dead.
Do you understand the difference?
Not in the slightest.
Dead people rose from the dead and had to be killed again.
You're good. I actually thought you might know something.
In fifth grade, kids would make fun of me
because of my interest in archeology and paleontology.
I mean, who could blame them?
My parents did name me India Jones.
One time, even a teacher joined in.
In the site where he knew I was digging,
he buried some KFC chicken bones,
setting them in the shape of a bird.
I dug them up, and he joked that they might be prehistoric
and suggested that I send them to the Natural History Museum
for analysis.
A week later, while watching the news,
I saw the museum curator holding my set of chicken bones
and the letter with my name and address on it.
He called them "extra-crispy Jurassic bones."
India, we can reminisce about your life
when you're lying in your coffin.
I guess I won't be fantasizing about you anymore.
Mia has something important to say.
She was too polite to interrupt your boring
and excruciatingly long story.
There's something buried at the bottom of the Dead Sea.
And it's not those KFD bones.
She probably doesn't even know what KFC is,
or McDonald's, I suspect.
She has a gift.
Mia did find the skull that got us additional funding.
I owe you. As long as you don't tell me that the chicken bones
were dead when they were killed.
Of course not.
Bird bones don't return from the dead.
At least I understand that much.
Unless the chickens' brains and ligaments
were still intact; then they might.
- If this is a joke... - There's nothing funny about the living dead.
Remember way back when before the first Reawakening?
When only five emerged?
That was pretty interesting...
and darkly humorous.
A few dead were scientific curiosities
and we could joke about it.
When there are millions of them
and they outnumber the living ten-to-one,
not so funny anymore.
We'll just say they had the last laugh.
You're an odd bunch.
What planet did you say you're from?
I already confided in India
that we're extraterrestrials.
She laughed and made a reference to "phoning home."
I very much like her,
but if India Jones is considered among
the most open-minded of the Earth humans,
as she attests...
It doesn't bode well for the rest of the people
on this planet.
I swear they're communicating.
Maybe these people are not from Earth after all.
That's what I told you.
Where are you guys from, exactly?
We're from Rathe.
It's a planet in what you guys call the "habitable zone."
Rathe is in Kepler 186-F of the Cygnus constellation.
I knew there was life there.
Was. Now only the dead inhabit it.
Well, at this point, I can handle anything.
You can?
Okay. I'd like you to meet my father.
Good day, Ms. Jones. I've heard so much about you.
It's just sunstroke, Noa.
Can you please go fetch Dr. Coleman?
Tell him we need to conduct a few DNA tests...
most likely several.
- Sure, Aunt India. - Thanks.
The Stone of Rhodesia, as I promised.
I pray you can return it safely back to your people.
The eyes of God will be upon me.
- He will guide me. - I pray so.
Agents from the Vatican are on the hunt.
You must move quickly.
How much time do we have left?
The morning star returns tomorrow night.
If the stone falls back into the hands of the Vatican,
evil forces will be unleashed onto the world.
Your assertion that the Pope may be the anti-Christ,
as unthinkable as it is, may be true.
I beg you, use the power of the Stone to vanquish
the satanic evils of this world once and for all.
It will be done.
Or we will die trying.
On behalf of the Order of the Enlightened,
you have our eternal thanks, Father.
May God be with you, my child.
The fate of humanity is now in your hands.
You are a chosen one.
You're so kind, Father.
But your knowledge of who now possesses the Stone
poses a risk to us all.
If caught, we could be exposed.
I'm sure you understand.
Understand what?
Why I have to do this.
Aaah!-
Shira... what have you done?
The serpent has been released from its prison.
Now, where did you say this head came from?
- Up? - Way, way, way, way up.
There's no true up or down in the universe.
India already knows that, my sire. She's a scientist.
"Sire"? Do you keep him around for breeding?
Never mind where it came from.
What did you find, David?
This must be a joke, right?
They don't joke around much.
If you say so.
Human beings have 23 pairs of chromosomes.
Two X chromosomes, female; or one X and one Y, male.
India already knows that. She's a scientist.
Thanks, Thora. At this point,
I feel like there's more I don't know than I do know.
It's all right, I think all scientists think like that.
But wouldn't it be boring if we already knew everything?
Good point. Continue, Doc.
Can somebody just get it out of here?
Come here, Father.
"Father." So it is a man?
Good, 'cause I can see the X and Y chromosomes.
Okay, let me explain.
Now, that's a gross simplification.
The X and Y chromosomes do actually resemble the letters,
hence the names, except in this sample.
The X and Y chromosome pair isn't a pair at all.
It appears there's another line
linking the two together.
Like that.
I've been thinking of it
as the N chromosome triplet,
based on the shape it makes.
It's not an N chromosome.
It's a Zed,
Our people have found the Zed chromosome triplet
in every zombie sample we've ever looked at.
Zombies.
Arrrgh. India...
I'm coming for your brains!
Brains! Brains!
This is ridiculous.
They don't walk around with their arms out and shuffle.
They're fast. And they rarely speak.
What they do do is chase you down and eat your limbic system.
Eh... sorry.
Don't... apologize...
Doctor.
She wants to procreate with you.
Everybody can see that.
Phoenix and I...
are... procreating...
right now.
Well, don't you?
Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh...
she's very intuitive.
She's got the ability to see...
when those are ready to procreate...
before they even know.
It's what you call... a special talent.
Don't be embarrassed.
It's... perfectly normal.
You two better hurry.
Neither of you are getting any younger.
And your mating vestibule will dry up soon.
Well, thank you, Beset.
We will take that under consideration.
- Uh, we will. - Oh! My God.
I meant to say... Forget it.
What do we do about the zombies?
You really think there's zombies?
Well, of course not.
But there's so much we don't understand.
What are you grinning at?
The two of you... mmm... it makes me remember
the first time Phoenix...
and I mated.
You two should commit to each other
and procreate...
right now. Ahhh...
Stop saying that, okay?
There won't be any procreating going on here.
Except for that.
Okay. We asked you to run some tests
on some people in this area
that recently died.
Did you do that?
I did. I mean, it was a bureaucratic nightmare
to get the permission, but, yeah.
- What did you find? - Well, I haven't looked
at the results yet.
You see, it takes time to isolate chromosomes and pair 'em up.
But I knew these people.
They were all patients of mine.
Well, this is...
was my father. Please check the results
so you know this is not a joke.
You had a chance to get ahead of this thing, unlike we did.
I'm a physician. What are you?
What am I?
I'm the best fighter on the a base
staffed with men and women
trained to save this civilization.
All the Ratheans you see before you
are the only survivors of that effort.
We're trying to save your civilization.
Pull your head out of your ass.
Give him time.
He hasn't seen what we've seen.
We don't even know if it will happen on Earth.
It's already started.
Faulty test results.
I am not impressed
with the intelligence of beings on this planet.
No wonder.
They only use 10% of their brains.
Nine point six.
Twelve point eight.
They all show the same thing.
The 23rd chromosome pairs haven't quite joined up
to form the Z triplet yet.
But in each case, there are thin strands
connecting the chromosomes,
indicating the process is already underway.
You got to tell people about this.
There still may be time to save your people.
Are you insane?
Do you even hear what you're saying?
Even if I can convince them to listen to your ridiculous story, what good is that gonna do?
All you have to do is get people to stop hurting and killing each other.
Then they can focus on stopping this.
Oh, yeah. Let me just tell everyone that.
I'm sure they'll stop being mean to each other.
I'll bet that's why we were drawn here.
We were... supposed to give you information
that could... save you.
He Who Watches works in mysterious ways.
You need to dig up all the non-skeletonized human remains
and burn 'em.
Cremation is the only way to be safe.
- Yeah. - Yes?
Yeah. Sure, let me just get right on that.
No problem.
So what shall we do?
Procreate?
Ahhh... ahhh...
Lights out. Good night, everyone.
Shokai.
There was a messiah on this planet.
- What is that? - Like a god.
Well, He Who Watches, or part of him, apparently.
He was born right here in this region of the world.
Of all the places we could have landed,
we landed at almost the very same spot he lived.
Do you think that's a coincidence?
You know I don't believe in coincidence,
and neither do you.
I feel like I'm supposed to do something.
You are. Sleep.
They killed him.
Some of the same people who followed him.
One of his friends betrayed him for money.
It's such a tragic story.
They tortured him.
Humiliated him.
And nailed him to a tree on top of a hill called Calvary.
Calvary means "Skull" here.
And you know the part that scares me the most?
Three days after he died, he came back from the dead.
Like a Zed? Did he eat their brains?
He should have, after they betrayed him and killed him.
I don't know. I didn't get that far in the book.
Let us read it tomorrow.
Together.
I'd like that. Good night, friends.
Shokai, babe.
Why did they do this to you?
Why did you let them?
My father asked me to.
Your father? He must be cruel.
Never. But he can be tough.
Can I help you?
My father will help me.
What you can do is help out humanity
which teeters on the verge of Armageddon today.
That is why I brought you here.
If you think I can, I will.
Hurry. The dead are preparing to rise.
Sister.
He died to save this planet's people.
And now he's asking for our help to do it again.
- The dead! - The dead have risen?
What?
No, the Dead Sea.
It's disappearing.
What sort of apocalyptic cult have we got ourselves
wrapped up in here?
One that can drain the sea...
from outer space, David.
Okay, well, if you say they're aliens, then...
I guess they're aliens.
You know, I've never seen you interested in anything
that wasn't buried underground for the last 50,000 years.
You've brushed off my advances for so long now.
You've made advances?
I mean, a man can only get shot down so many times
before he gives up.
David, I'm so sorry for not noticing.
I wanted to discover something important first.
Maybe we can discover something together.
You, uh, know what they want us to do now, right?
What the hell.
Maybe we will procreate after all.
So, these are a bunch of heavy minerals
that have settled to the bottom over the years.
It's perfectly normal.
There's something inside.
I highly doubt it.
But if there is, I'm certain they're dead.
That's what I'm afraid of.
Mia. Mia!
It's the same sign from up top.
Except I've never heard of a department designating
- an underwater site. - Hmm.
Our archeological dig site is the Dead Sea site.
This is just the Dead site.
Maybe an intern left a word off?
"On the third day Christ rose again."
Book of Luke, chapter 24, verse 46.
That's a quote from the Christian bible.
- But why is it here? - A cult?
A secret attraction for scuba divers.
I don't know. This could mean anything.
There's a passageway here.
I don't know how to gain entrance.
Only the dead can open it, Mia.
Yes, Father.
Only the dead can open it.
Oh, shit!
Great. We're trapped.
Feels like a coffin in here.
They emerge from coffins and crypts.
Sarcophagi and mausoleums.
They suffer for millennia in cramped spaces,
waiting to rise again.
Just like their savior.
Their savior?
The man you call Jesus.
This is the most incredible archeological discovery
in the history of the world.
Why are we whispering?
I don't know what else is down here,
but, if anything,
I don't want to become a part of this skull collection. Ugh.
Site?
It's not a word, it's what you call a...
an acronym.
"The dead shall inherit the Earth."
He rose from the dead to save us!
Soon we will rise up
to eat their bodies...
and drink their blood.
It will give us everlasting life.
Let's get the fuck outta here!
Aaaah!
Arrgh! Aarrgh...
Aah!
Run!
My father.
Father, I need your help. I need your help now.
Leave me. I belong.
No!
I love you.
I love you too.
The Zeds here don't move as fast.
We have an advantage.
Oh, shit! We fucking did this.
He Who Watches got tired of watching us ruin his world.
He drove humans off of Rathe, and now Earth.
And likely every other world he's ever created.
Girls, let's go. Let's go.
Why do your people hate you?
They're not my people.
On my planet, Rathe, we had two tribes.
The Epilates, and my tribe.
We were at war with one another for resources,
and our differences and beliefs of our creator.
At one point, there was peace,
but someone broke the truce.
No one really knows who started it.
But on the first night of the attack,
I lost my mother...
my father...
four sisters,
a twin brother,
and most of my friends.
What happened?
They were murdered in their sleep.
I managed to survive,
but then the dead arose to consume us all.
I only survived for one reason.
And what reason was that?
Revenge.
Harder. Harder!
Oh, yeah.
Karl will be back any second.
Okay. Yeah, I'm trying.
Harder!
We gotta go!
- Oh, is that him? - Yeah.
Pathetic choices around here.
Except for that Magnum.
Was that good?
Hell, yeah. Now we're talkin'.
Yeah.
I'm gonna fuck you six feet to hell.
- We gotta go. - No! Let me finish!
Come on!
Let go of me, you interstellar cunt!
You just fucked a Zed?
Is there no limit to your sluttiness?
No.
Come on, we gotta go.
Just as on Rathe.
A new war between Earth's inhabitants has begun.
A war founded on religious differences,
greed,
and a struggle for power.
A war that is only a prelude to the true devastation
that is about to sweep this doomed world.
Hey.
A war has begun.
- We have to get to the city. - Why? What's in the city?
A great evil is about to be unleashed.
We have to go now.
Ah. Well, would you look at that?
Thy kingdom come... never.
So, Thora, what was your world like?
You know, before.
Rathe? Sorta like this.
Dry and dusty.
My father did say that before the wars it was a paradise.
So you had wars too?
The Ariels and the Nepilates,
they fought over everything... land, water, holy grounds.
I remember when I was younger,
the children of each tribe would get together,
of course, without the adults,
and they created a Children's Peace Treaty
in which we decided to share.
Yes, let the children negotiate peace.
I mean, they're the only ones left
that are not blinded by hatred.
Well, the adults laughed at us
and burned the treaty.
And the fighting intensified after that.
Guns.
Come on, guys, they got it.
Oh, no! Oh, no!
What is it, Mia?
We must get to the Prayer Wall.
A great evil is about to be unleashed.
We must hurry.
Crazy, isn't it?
The religious people were right.
Death isn't the end after all.
But this probably wasn't what they meant.
I mean, I'm just curious if when the humans are gone,
you think the zombies will make horror movies about us?
I guess we'll either live or die together.
I'm good with that.
I'm sorry I got you involved in this, Dr. Coleman.
It's okay. You know,
India Jones and the Temple of Death
is quite exciting.
But in case there's not a second date...
Guys! Zombies.
Shit.
Mashante.
Let's fuck up some Zeds!
- Let's ride! - Let's do this.
It's go time.
You ready?
Born ready.
Noa, stay close.
Come on, Noa.
Mia, show us the way.
The Prayer Wall. Through here.
Where do you rank compared to the others?
Why?
I want to know who's in charge.
They can't boss me around anymore.
So they were your bosses?
I could take any one of those guys.
I doubt you could even take the girls.
Why, you motherfucker!
We're. Wasting. Time.
Once you've had dead dick,
you'll never do the trick.
Dead dick. It's always hard.
I know, right?
Whoa. Something's not right here.
We need to keep moving.
The Prayer Wall.
Smart Zeds?
We're not doomed as long as we stay together.
- Round three? - Woman...
I'm gonna mate with you so hard after this.
I'll leave the blood on for ya.
Creator!
Why did you bother to make us?!
You had to know we'd be fucked up!
Take your clothes off.
A one-track mind?
Oh, fuck me!
Not now. Later.
Not that kind of fuck me.
What the fuck are you doing?
Do you want to live or not...
with the alpha male?
You'll be the king?
You are He Who Watches, aren't you?
On Earth, that is my name.
You sacrificed yourself to save mankind
from eternal death.
Why?
My father asked me to.
Phoenix!
Karl!
And you thought I was stupid.
When you and the others are dead, I'll still be here.
Owner of this land and king of the dead.
And queen of the dead.
Beset...
I can't roam alone on this planet forever.
You won't.
We'll be together. Like we promised.
Beset, what are you doing?
- Let's resurrect. - What?
No!
Get this waste of flesh off my altar.
You don't talk to me like that, little girl.
Karl, do what the fuck I say!
My father once asked me to save him.
It was the hardest thing I've ever had to do.
Until now.
Nostrus stella.
Benede canos.
We summon thee on this night.
To give a sacrifice of blood.
- For thy light. - For thy light.
Nostrus stella. Benede Canos.
We summon thee on this night.
To give a sacrifice of blood.
- For thy light. - For thy light.
I failed. I can't do anything now.
I tell you the truth.
Before Abraham.
I remember father.
Before Abraham was born. I am.
As you say it, it is so.
Save my children.
If not, I died in vain.
You saved mankind,
and so can I.
Karl!
What did you do?
Fuck!
Oh Mia. Mia, no.
Oh no. No, no.
It is done.
Oh, sister.
Karl... Karl...
Oh shit!
Kill me, stud!
Fuck me to death!
You killed my father
and you killed my precious sister.
I'm gonna kill you with my bare fucking hands.
And my wife here, is gonna kill your bitch.
You can try.
You Ratheans are all fucking cowards.
Why don't you drop your weapons and fight me like a real woman?
Or are you even a real woman?
I'm gonna fuck you
and then I'm gonna kill you.
Then I'm gonna fuck your boyfriend
and then I'm gonna kill him too.
And out of those options...
The only one I would allow
is the first one.
The evil was impeded.
But a new battle has begun.
Help them. Watch them.
And if you must, punish them.
And if I don't?
My father will.
In your name, He Who Watches.
And in your name, She Who Watches.
Earth has become a world of decay and wickedness.
The sinful sweep the land,
drawing innocent blood to feed their selfish needs.
Where is it?
Where is it, bitch?
No. Please.
Please, please.
I'm sorry. Please.
I'm sorry.
Please. Please!
I'm sorry! Please!
I'm sorry. I'm sorry...
Whatsoever a man soweth,
that shall also reap.
Humanity struggles to do better.
For those who don't,
punish them.
My faithful Zed Watchers now patrol the lands.
I know, Father.
It's possible that the dead shall inherit the Earth.
But not if I have anything to do with it.