London. Crowley's Mayfair flat. Crowley's phone vibrates. Aziraphale and Crowley are seated on the couch, dressed in their kilts as if ready to go out.

Uh oh. Looks as if things have headed south, Angel. I have to go.

They both quickly rise from the couch.

I'm coming with you, Crowley.

No you're not, Angel.

I most certainly am.

Aziraphale grips the demon's upper arm as they walk toward the door.

Aziraphale, it's Demon Daji. I don't want you even close to her.

I'm not a pet rabbit, Crowley.

They're through the door and on the landing. Crowley struggles to get away from the Aziraphale, but the Angel's grip is like iron.

Dammit, Angel, let me go!

No.

Mrs. Allison hears the scuffling in the stairwell and peeps out.

Is everything all right, young men?

Crowley grimaces in a cross between a snarl and a friendly grin as Aziraphale escorts him past her.

Twisted my ankle.

Mrs. Allison peeps out through the window curtain to see a silver Land Rover parked out front, with a small curly-headed girl holding the rear door open. Aziraphale pushes Crowley into the back seat, gestures to the girl to enter, and slams the door after the pair. Goes around to the passenger side and gets in. Fastens his seat belt as the petite blonde woman driver takes off at speed into the late evening traffic.

Inside the Land Rover. DeeDee is watching her phone, listening on her earbud.

His phone disconnected! There's no signal!

How far away are we, Leysa?

Maybe ten minutes.

Crowley thinks a moment.

Aziraphale, remember that miracle you did with the scooter? Think you could do it with this car?

I . . . I don't know, Crowley.

Here. Hold my hand. We can share power.

Crowley hangs over the front seat, and grabs the angel's left hand. Leysa points to her phone in a dashboard holder, which is displaying a route map.

We are here. We need to go there.

Aziraphale considers the display, then reaches out and touches their starting point with his thumb, and the destination with his index finger. Slides his thumb to connect with the finger. The Rover rockets into the air, sails over London and plummets toward an old boarded up brick church. The site is at a fairly busy intersection. Aziraphale lands the car with a thump on the broad concrete sidewalk at the front of the church. The passenger airbag explodes in his face. Leysa quickly kills the engine.

Fookin' airbag.

She flicks her forearm and a knife appears in her hand. Stabs the bag to deflate it.

Let's go.

As they tumble out, Leysa runs around to the back and unzips two carrying bags. From one she extracts a pair of night vision goggles, which she hangs around her neck. Then a combat helmet with a mounted headlamp. From a long black plastic bag, a peculiar red slab-shaped weapon, which she hangs from its carrying strap along her right hip. Then a weapon that resembles a giant space blaster from some early science fiction comic.

Demon slayers.

She jerks her head.

Around the corner. Side entrance.

Inside the back room of the old church. Daji finishes with Eric, turns to Hekla on the gurney. Flicks a finger, and the angel's clothing vanishes. Shiroishii reaches for a scalpel, but the instruments are mysteriously glued to the tray. The two demons turn to glare at Eric, then toward the doorway as they hear footsteps running up.

A human!

Daji sends a gout of fire through the doorway.

DeeDee zips ahead as the four run around to the iron gate, pass through it single file, and down through the door that Eric has jammed open. DeeDee can sense where Eric is, and points across the hall to the doorway to the room under the mezzanine. Leysa lowers her night vision glasses, pumps her weapon as they trot along. DeeDee arrives first, and half disappears through the wall as she takes a look inside. Emerges and gestures to Leysa, right hand with one finger raised and pointing to the right of the doorway, the left hand with 3 fingers pointing to the opposite far left corner.

A gout of fire erupts from the doorway. The millisecond it ceases, Leysa is around the doorjamb and into the right corner of the room, firing her gun at the group of three. Brief horrific shrieks as the two demons bubble, melt, and dissolve into piles of clothing and grey slime. Bright orange liquid puddles on the floor.

Stay back! Is holy water!

Orange?

For tracking.

Aziraphale snaps his fingers.

Let there be light!

Leysa lowers her night vision glasses. Aziraphale steps into the room, goes over to the gurney where Hekla lies nude. He snaps his fingers, but the ropes and shackles stay intact.

Crowley. I can't release her.

The demon peers into the room, snaps his fingers, and Hekla is freed. He does another finger snap to release Eric, who levitates himself into the upper corner instead of stepping down onto the floor. Eric can barely contain his terror.

The water! Can't walk through it!

Hekla jumps up, angrily tipping over the tray holder and scattering the instruments. Looks down and flicks her hands over herself to evaporate all the orange splashes. Then flings herself against Eric's legs, hands gripping his hips.

I will carry you across. Hold on.

At that moment, cracks appear in the cement floor and two centipede demons start to rise through it. One shrieks briefly as Leysa fires and drenches it into extinction. But the other is in line with Eric, and she holds fire lest he also be sprayed. A flaming blue sword slices the demon in two, and it discorporates in a cloud of black soot.

Nice!

Leysa turns to Hekla and Eric.

Go!

Shouldering Eric like a sack of oats, Hekla trots to the door, carefully maneuvers Eric through, and runs off toward the exit. DeeDee flits ahead of her.

Crowley! Guard them!

Crowley sprints off. Aziraphale, still wielding his sword, exits the room and guards Leysa as she stands in the doorway and floods the bare spots on the floor with most of the remaining water in her weapons.

Let there be light!

Aziraphale snaps his fingers, and a soft celestial glow illuminates the hall for Leysa. She and Aziraphale sprint off after the others. They're nearly at the exit when another hideous scream briefly echoes through the hall. DeeDee zooms ahead around the corner, opens the rear door of the Rover, then jumps into the driver's seat and starts the engine. Hekla drops Eric and the two tumble into the back seat. Crowley slams the door shut. Leysa opens the trunk and stows her gear, carefully zipping the demon slayers into the waterproof carrier. Crowley calls out to Leysa as she takes over the driver's seat from DeeDee:

Safe house!

Leysa pulls into traffic. When the car is about halfway down the block, Crowley flings out his arm and the exterior paint changes from silver to black. The license number also changes.

Probably OK to stow the sword now, Aziraphale.

Oh. Yes. Quite.

The blue flaming katana vanishes back into the eighteenth dimension. Crowley takes the angel's arm.

Now then, Aziraphale. Shall we take the subway, or walk? There's a decent tavern a few blocks hence. Good wine list. They often have oysters.

Let's walk to the tavern and drink ourselves silly.

I'm all for that. Heigh ho, says Anthony Crowley.

Closing time at an Islington tavern. The bartender and head waitress quietly chat as Aziraphale and Crowley wobble out into the night.

Cor, I was peeved when they hogged the corner banquet, but they made up for it, didn't they?

No doubt. What? Eight bottles of the best . . . oysters . . . every tapas on the menu . . . a burger and chips . . . cheese platter . . . butterscotch tart . . . did I miss anything?

Never seen the like, meself. Good tippers, too.

The bartender and waitress shake their heads as they bump fists.