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Crowley: “I wish for my miracling powers back.”
God: “Okey dokey, done.”
Crowley: “Miracle time, angel, let’s fucking go.”
Aziraphale: “Miracle?”
Crowley: “Together. No holding back.”
A: (catching on) “Oh, yes! We can channel remarkable power together!”
(They hold hands)
God: (suddenly regretting this) “Wait what”
A: “Thank you both for your services, but they’re no longer required. Cheerio.”
C: (huge toothy grin) “Wasn’t nice knowing you. At all.”
(They move their free hands, just as God and Satan are both lunging toward them; screen flashes white, holds there)
And instead of the human AU scene, we use that time to have Crowley and Aziraphale strolling through that blankness together, discussing the parameters of rekindled existence without Heaven and Hell. They decide to allow their fellow angels and demons to be resurrected as shepherds, guiding human souls to redemption after death.
The closing scene is cozy domesticity in the bookshop, including a brief consult with Dagon and Uriel about a specific human soul. Aziraphale and Crowley give them sage advice to guide the soul toward an epiphany of empathy and compassion. They look out the window together at a restored Whickber Street, arms around each other’s waists; Aziraphale rests his head on Crowley’s shoulder.
Long pan back, ROLL CREDITS.