Ezekiel Stone wakes up on a subway train in New York City. Going up top, he takes in the sights like a tourist, then goes to a church and enters the confessional booth. Stone starts to talk to the priest, saying that he killed a man. Fifteen years ago he was a cop whose wife was raped, and Stone tracked down the rapist and killed him, making it look like a drug overdose. Stone explains that two months later a thief gunned him down, and he went to Hell for the sin of murder. However, six weeks ago 113 inmates escaped from Hell, and the Devil has sent Stone to track them down...Read the full recap
Kane: You know, you go to Hell for stuff like that.
Ezekiel: I’ve already been there.
Desk Clerk: Where have you been?
Ezekiel: Out of the country?
Desk Clerk: Whereabouts?
Ezekiel: Down under.
Desk Clerk: Huh. There you go. The elevator’s busted but you’re only on the third floor.
Ezekiel: As long as I’m going up.
Ezekiel: He was stronger than me, faster. He even burned a hole through a chain-link fence!
The Devil: Well, after all, he was my guest for nearly a century. You were with me what, fifteen years? The longer you are in Hell, the more it becomes a part of you, literally. Some of those that escaped have been mine since the dawn of time, and have the powers to prove it.
Ezekiel: Terrific, nice odds.
The Devil: God’s universe doesn’t work like the American legal system. You do something, you pay for it.
Ezekiel: That is all I was doing. Trying to make the bastard pay.
The Devil: Yes, yes, that’s what I like to hear. The indomitable spirit and righteous indignation of the human spirit. I’ve heard it a billion times, defending a billion atrocities, and it’s still music to my ears.
Ezekiel: Listen, pal, you need me as much as I need you. You may be all-powerful down below but up here you’re just another corporate big shot who’s trying to cover his ass. If you can’t police your own, nobody is ever going to be afraid of you again.
The Devil: They think they’ll beat the Devil. They’re wrong, Ezekiel. Nobody beats me.
Ezekiel: Brightest light you’ve ever seen. Think you’re going to Heaven and you wake up somewhere else.
Father Horn: How do you know that?
Ezekiel: I knew someone who was shot in the face.
Father Horn: Did he survive?
Kane: Tell me what you know about this case.
Ezekiel: You wouldn’t believe me if I did.
Kane: What makes you so sure?
Ezekiel: Because you seem like an intelligent man.
Kane: You know what? Maybe I’m not as bright as I look, try me.
Ezekiel: I'm very, uh, flattered, but I'm married.
Museum Lady: Well, that's too bad.
Ezekiel: (aside) Not to mention dead.
Hirsch: I’m Old Testament. You go your way, I go Yawheh.