Good Omens

SEASON 02 # EPISODE 01 "The Arrival"

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Excuse me.

Oi!

Yes? Was that you?

Oh, hi, yeah. Err, look, if you don’t mind...

could you hold this, while I crank it all up?

Um, which way up does it go?

Well, like that. Just hold it tight. There we go.

Alright, ready? - For what?

There you go, lovely.

Thank you, you can put it down now.

Right. Is that it?

Oh, no. That’s just priming the engine.

This is the fun bit.

I’ve been waiting for this since, um...

well, always.

Um. Hello.

I’m Aziraphale. - Nice meeting you.

Okay, here goes.

Let there be matter, let there be gravity...

let there be everything from pages...

11 to 3,000,602 inclusive.

Is something meant to happen? - Oh, right, sorry, yes, yes.

I knew I’d missed one. -

Let there be light.

Oh, good lord.

Look at you, you’re gorgeous.

Oh. You made it all yourself?

Ah, well, I mean, more or less. I wasn’t... I wasn’t, um...

I wasn’t the original concept designer...

but I worked very closely with upstairs on it.

Well it’s very pretty. - Oh, thank you.

And I think you’ve done an excellent job.

So, what’s it for? - How do you mean?

Well, what exactly does it all...

do?

Oh, right. Well, what doesn’t this beauty do?

Basically, it’s a star factory.

All the dust and gas you can see, it’s actually building...

about 5,000 young stars and protoplanets.

Most of the universe of stars will come pre-aged, but these ones...

are only starting out.

A few million years to bake, and then...

boom, stars everywhere!

Oh, that’s nice.

You know, the current word from upstairs...

is that we’ll be shutting this all down again...

in about 6,000 years.

But that’s nothing!

Oh.

What’s the point in creating an infinite universe...

with trillions of star systems...

if you’re only gonna let it run for a few 1,000 years?

The engine won’t have properly warmed up by then.

Ah, the point. Ah, well...

you’ve heard of Earth?

Yeah, not as such.

Ah. Blue-green planet.

It’ll be over there somewhere when they roll out that quadrant.

Now that’s where the people...

that we’re currently designing...

are going to be.

I’ve seen the plans.

We’re going to start out with a breeding pair...

and then pretty soon there’ll be oodles of them

They’ll breed like um...

Well, they’ll breed like people.

The impression I get...

is that the stars and your um...

Err, call it a nebula. - Right.

Well, they exist...

just so that the people...

can look up into the night sky...

and marvel at the illimitable vastness...

of The Almighty’s creation.

But that’s idiocy!

It’s the universe, it’s not just some fancy wallpaper!

Millions of galaxies, trillions of stars, oodles of...

everything! It’s not just put here to twinkle!

Most of it won’t even be visible from Earth.

Why don’t you put Earth in the middle of the universe...

so the view’s better?

It’s not our job to advise The Almighty on the details of creation.

Well, then whose job is it? I mean...

someone has to say, "Look, boss, this is a really..."

"really terrible idea."

Well, I suspect that would be considered...

inappropriate.

Well, I don’t suppose anyone could object to me...

putting a note into the suggestion box.

I don’t believe The Almighty has actually created a suggestion box.

And furthermore...

I don’t think it’s our place to start suggesting...

that there should be a suggestion box.

Well, if I was the one running it all...

I’d like it if someone asked questions. Fresh point of view.

You can't just create a universe...

run it for a few 1,000 years, and then stop.

I like the pinky-blue bit in the corner of the...

the nebula. Yes, it’s very um, ah!

Um, but look, word to the wise...

I’d hate to see you getting into any trouble.

Mm, thanks for your help.

And thanks for your advice. I wouldn’t worry though.

How much trouble can I get into just for asking a few questions?

SEASON 02 # EPISODE 01 "The Arrival"

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"Dear Mr. Fell."

"There is something about which I need to speak with you..."

"on a matter of some... ugrency?" Urgency.

"Yours very faithfully, Maggie."

Hello, Maggie.

I got your note.

I thought you, well...

it’s been such a rough couple of years...

between the lockdowns and the Internet orders not coming and...

I can be out of here in 2 weeks.

Out of here?

Why?

Don’t you like it anymore?

Oh, Mr. Fell, I love this shop!

I’ve loved it since I was a baby. But...

I know how behind I am on rent.

Well then that’s entirely my fault for not collecting the rent.

There.

Now, I believe you said...

you were getting in some Shostakovich records for me.

I can’t pay the rent.

I’m so sorry. I can be out of here next week.

I just have to pack it all up.

Maggie, if you were out of here...

where would I get my records?

Finding the 78s is much harder than the long players...

and frankly I wouldn’t know where to start.

I don’t have the money.

Maggie...

what if I were to just...

take these Shostakovich records...

without paying for them?

And we’ll call it even.

I owe you 1,000s of pounds in rent!

Those records would cost you £8.

£8 and 75p.

You can’t just forgive me 8 months’ rent.

Oh, I can. I’m very good at forgiveness.

It’s one of my favorite things.

Now, you have paid your rent...

I have my music...

and I know exactly what I’ll be doing for the next 21 minutes.

The clarinet...

can make beautiful music.

You what?

The clarinet.

It can make beautiful music.

Wrong bench.

You want the Azerbaijani Sector Chief. He’s over there.

I brought your mail.

Anything interesting?

Bills, mostly.

I don’t understand why they won’t just deliver them to your car.

Send the bills to Hell’s finance office.

I did.

They say they can’t accept my signature as your replacement.

Don’t give them bread, you idiot.

Ducks shouldn’t eat bread. - What are you meant to give them then?

Do they know? - The ducks?

Downstairs.

Do they know you’re checking in with me?

Crowley...

I’m now Hell’s representative in London.

And Hell doesn’t care how jobs get done.

Yeah, I remember.

They just care that somebody does them.

Pfft.

Do you ever just think what’s the point?

How do you mean?

What’s the point of it all?

Heaven, Hell, Demons, Angels.

That it’s all...

well, pointless?

Was it always this easy? - Easy?

I keep planning complicated strategic strikes...

to spread misery and panic among the humans...

and just as I'm about to put one into motion...

they come up with something themselves...

which is so much worse than anything I could have thought of.

Yeah. Always this easy.

Anything going on I should know about?

You’re still persona non grata.

Beelzebub put some of the lesser Demons on half-rations.

And something’s up.