Page 92 of The Mysterious Case of the Alperton Angels

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JONAH

Gone.

The Baby’s SCREAMS are insistent. Jonah lifts it out of the Moses basket, jogs and pats it.

INT. KITCHEN, FLAT – DAY

Holly, face like thunder, mixes a bottle of formula and shakes it.

INT. LIVING ROOM, FLAT – DAY

Holly hands Jonah the frothing bottle. He finally gets the teat in the Baby’s mouth. Blessed silence. They watch the Baby feed.

HOLLY

How can you do it?

JONAH

(shrugs)

Gabriel says it’s safe.

Holly leans in and stares hard at the Baby.

HOLLY

Pure evil. Beyond our worst dreams. So evil, not even death can stop it.

JONAH

Gabriel will stop it.

HOLLY

And us.

Holly’s gaze lingers first on the Baby, then on Jonah, but nothing breaks his concentration.

INT. LIVING ROOM, FLAT – DAY – LATER

The Baby sleeps in its Moses basket. Holly watches from a safe distance. We may hear far-away CHURCH BELLS clang. A thought occurs to Holly, she jumps up.

INT. HALLWAY, FLAT – DAY

Holly peers into Jonah’s room. He is fast asleep on the bed, HEADPHONES on. She darts away, grabs a coat, slips through the front door, gone.

EXT. OLD CHURCH – DAY

It’s Sunday. Elderly CHURCHGOERS file through the doors of a crumbling old church. Holly, head down, joins theline, slips through, last. The doors BANG closed behind her.

INT. CHURCH – DAY – A SHORT TIME LATER

Holly slides on to a back pew. As the service begins, she eyes religious statues, images. Jesus, Mary, a saint, an angel. Her eyes close, she breathes, concentrates. The images swirl into … A CHAOTIC, DREAM-LIKE VISION. Some images heavenly, some hellish, all confused with DEMONIC SCREAMS.

PAM (O.S.)

Welcome.

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