Colin Morgan as Newt Pulsifer in episode 4 of ‘Good Omens’ (part 2/3)
NEWT: You seem to think this card would explain everything? It doesn’t.
ANATHEMA: Okay. On the left hand side is a prophecy, on the right are comments and annotations.
NEWT: (apologetically) Nnnnope, sorry.
ANATHEMA: Uh, Read the left hand bit.
NEWT: 3819. (exhales through nose) ‘With orients, chariot, and verdant be…’
NEWT + AGNES: ‘A man with bruises be upon your bed.’
AGNES: A man who testeth with a pin.
Yet his heart be clean.
Yet seed of my own undoing.
Take the means of flame from him,
for to make right certain, together you shall be,
until the end that is to come.
ANATHEMA: That’s the prophecy. Now read the notes.
NEWT: Right. Um… ‘Japanese car, upturned. Car smash. Not serious injury? Pin = witchfinder? Refers to Pulsifer. Search for matches, etc.’ (gets up) My light is gone!
ANATHEMA: Sit down, please.
NEWT: (sighs) What does all this mean, then?
ANATHEMA: Have you ever heard of Agnes Nutter? Read up on the witch trials of the early 17th century? She was an ancestor of mine. One of your ancestors burned her alive - or tried to.
NEWT: But things have changed. Witchfinder Sergeant Shadwell stuck more pins in the wall map than he ever has in witches!
ANATHEMA: N-not the point. This is one of Agnes’ prophecies.
NEWT: (disbelieving) She knew I’d crash my car?
ANATHEMA: Yes. …N-no. It-It’s hard to say. Agnes came up with the kind of predictions that you can only understand after the thing has happened.
NEWT: Did I tell you about the Tibetan coming out of the hole in the road?
ANATHEMA: Oh, I know about them. Two of them came out of the front lawn yesterday. The poor things were quite bewildered. One of mine spoke quite good English. It seems that one minute he was repairing radios in Laza, the next he was in a tunnel. He doesn’t know how he’s going to get home.
NEWT: Well, if you’d sent him up the road, he probably could have gotten a lift on a flying saucer.
ANATHEMA: Oh, that alien that looked like a toad?
NEWT: He landed here too.
ANATHEMA: It’s about the only place he didn’t land, according to the radio.
NEWT: You’re going to tell me she predicted all this too, I suppose.
ANATHEMA: It’s in the card index.
NEWT: She did it all on a card index?
ANATHEMA: No. A book, which I’ve, uh, mislaid. Luckily, we made copies and indexed them.
ANATHEMA: Here we are. 3988.
ANATHEMA + AGNES: ’When men of Crocus come from the earth…’
AGNES: ‘And green man from the sky,
Yet ken not why,
And far arise upon iron horses ride -
(whispers) I tell you the end draweth nigh.’
NEWT: Which means…
ANATHEMA: ‘Men of Crocus’ - Crocus is yellow, like the Saffron Road of our Tibetans.
NEWT: ‘Green man from the sky’ - the alien -
ANATHEMA: (excited) Yes. ‘Pluto’ could be a link to Uranus or Uranium, and there were reports of nuclear power stations losing their cords.
NEWT: She’s saying, that all these things happening mean the end is nigh?
NEWT: And when is that going to be?
ANATHEMA: Uh…what’s the time?
NEWT: (laughs) Very funny.
ANATHEMA: No. Really. We’ve got about - (tuts) - five or six hours.
NEWT: You know where Armageddon’s starting.
ANATHEMA: Yes. That’s why I moved here.
NEWT: Lower Tadfield?
ANATHEMA: Yes. I first got interested because of the weather. Optimal micro-climate, they call it. That means -
NEWT: A small place with its own personal nice weather! The Times. 5th of August.
ANATHEMA: Tadfield doesn’t just have the kind of weather you can set your calendar by. No one tears down woods and hedges to build new houses here. The motor which-which should have turned most of Lower Tadfield into little more than a happy (?) circus area changes course five miles away, and detours in a great semicircle around it. It’s as if a large part of the 21st century has marked these few square miles out of bounds. Oh, you should see the local kids. They’re unreal! Right out of the old comics. All scabby knees and b-bull’s eyes, and - oh! Oh, I…(whispers) I nearly had it! I could feel the shape of the thought, I’m…I’m gaining on it.
ANATHEMA: Here. Look at prophecy 2315.
NEWT: (exhales) 2315…(sighs)
NEWT + AGNES: ‘In his power,he cometh to Tadfield, Oxen.’
AGNES: A young knight in the thief.
He divideth the world into four parts.
He bringeth the storm.
ANATHEMA: There’s something here. Something that affects the weather and everyday life. The - Do you know what that is?
NEWT: A tripod.
ANATHEMA: On top of it. A theodolite. I use it to map ley lines. Here.
ANATHEMA: My map.
She opens the map.
ANATHEMA: Look, something has happened to the ley lines. They don’t run as intersecting straight lines anymore. The ley lines are shifting. They’re forming a spiral centred on Lower Tadfield. Whatever this thing is, it’s protecting the area against anything that might change it. The prophecies say the Antichrist has to arise first. Agnes says ‘he’, but…I can’t spot him. There isn’t any evil here. (confused) That’s…what I don’t understand, there’s just…love.
ANATHEMA: Something, or someone, loves this place. A deep down, huge, fierce love. How can anything bad start here?
NEWT: (Rustling) What’s this place? - Disused air drones, it says. Just here.
ANATHEMA: Disused? Don’t you believe it. The US air force leased it for a transport base, and, before you say it, the answer’s no. The Colonel’s saner than you are by a long way.
NEWT: So…(exhales) if the Antichrist isn’t in charge of the local airbase…who is he?