Good Omens Season Three.
The pressure is on. Aziraphale can't handle it. He throws the basket with baby Jesus out a window. He finds his old sword and uses it as a conduit to perform an enormous miracle to make the other archangels forget about the second coming. Instead he introduces a plan to pair off angels and demons. Many angels and demons have been secretly in love with each other; two halves of the same whole separated by war. Aziraphale calls back Gabriel and Beelzebub to help organize the event. They will hold it at a hotel in America. Once they meet their soulmate, demons turn beautiful, if a little goth. Angels loosen their ties a little. Crowley appears, as he was summoned. Aziraphale hands the clipboard he was holding to someone else. He grabs Crowley. I have a surprise for you, he says. He pulls Crowley aside and shows him a photo of a beautiful cottage. We can finally stop pretending, he says. Crowley cries. He takes off his sunglasses. Angel, I have to tell you something, he says. I brought Jesus. But then who was that baby I threw? Aziraphale asks. He landed in my arms, angel, and I had to raise him without you this time. Crowley explains. Jesus appears in a wizard's cloak and tall white boots. Let's get this party started, he says. He tries to start an earthquake but the earth barely rumbles. It is the power of love. The unions of angel and demon have created a protective bubble around the Earth. Jesus laughs. He's exuberant. He loves the Earth too. Piece out, he says, and ascends to heaven to have a long nap. It's over. Equilibrium is brought to the planet. Humans may continue to do whatever they want without interference. Ah well, Metatron says to himself, from where he has been watching secretly. Humans will destroy the planet themselves soon anyway. He could have made it quick but suffocation and starvation will work just as well. He toddles off. Crowley and Aziraphale land at their cottage by the sea. They make out sloppily against the wall, crying with joy. The camera pans away as we see them removing their clothes and starting to undulate sensually. In the sky, clouds form the words: For Terry.
