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[Pinhead] Obsolete.

Irrelevant in an age when
desire has become amplified.

But where lust can be sated
electronically.

We need something more
than just a wooden box.

[The Auditor]
There is a mechanism.

The house is shrinking.
We can't let that happen.

[Pinhead] Technology
may have advanced,

but sin remains unchanged.

Pure. Greed.

Lust. Lies. Betrayal.

This new millennium
hurtles forward.

Faith is lost.

Mankind have become
a vacuum without morality.

So many souls seeking
new and darker experiences.

Degradation upon degradation,
sin after sin.

So then those are the souls
we shall seek out first.

[The Auditor][voiceover]:
"Mr. Watkins,

"we know, we understand,

"and we can help,
but you must come.

"Come now
before it's too late.

"Come to 55 Ludovico Place.

"Alone. Now.

A sympathetic friend."

[bird screeching]

[door creaks opens]

[The Auditor]
Ah, Mr. Watkins.

So good of you to come.

We have such sights
to show you.

Please, step inside.

[door creaks closes]

[grunts and thud]

[The Auditor] Mr. Watkins.

[Watkins]
What the fuck is going on?

What the fuck are you?

What are you doing to me?

[The Auditor] Asshole!
All valid questions.

[yelling]
What the fuck is going on?

Mr. Watkins, please.

Please assess your situation.

Look at your environment.

For now,
you are merely captive.

Sitting, tied to a chair.

If we wanted you killed,
then you would be.

We have simply
invited you here to talk.

To hear your thoughts
and desires.

Furthermore, if they're
as interesting and illuminating

as I believe them to be,

then your reward will be
beyond your belief.

A reward?

A reward tailored for a man

of your particular
tastes and desires.

You know about me?

You know the things I've done?

It is that resume of yours
that led us to you

and in turn you to us.

Who are you?

Yes.
Perhaps a little illumination.

Please, try not to be
too alarmed.

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Heavens, no!

Same city. Completely
different zip code.

[sobs]

What is going on here?
What...where am I?

Mr. Watkins, we really must
begin your interview.

So many people for you to see,
so let's just dive in, shall we?

[grunts]

August 18, 2001,

you lured little
Courtney Rettison to your car.

Why?

- I--I...how do you know?
- Please.

Let's save ourselves the time

and you the considerable pain

by answering the questions
honestly.

Clearly this is a place

where the rules of your world
do not apply.

And obviously,
I'm a man for whom

pain is nothing more
than a common currency.

[sobs]

I will spend some on you...
if you like.

[sobs]

I-I'd seen her at the, uh,
the playground before.

I couldn't help myself.

[WHISPERS] I understand.

I was just trying to help.

Yes, yes.

She had blonde hair.

Long, and...
it was in a ponytail.

I've never seen so much blood
from a little creature.

[sobs]

My, my. Quite the busy bee
we've been, Mr. Watkins.

What about my reward?

First of all, you will meet
with the assessor.

He will look over your pages,

pass on his findings
to the jury,

and we'll go from there.

The assessor
will be with you shortly.

[sobs]

Aagh!

Tears...of children.

[gasp]

[heavy breathing]

What?

[yelling]
What?

[yelling] Serves you right,
you sick fuck!

Ladies, your fine nectar.

[in unison]
Calvin.

[The Auditor]
The jury have deliberated,

and a guilty verdict
has been given.

[Watkins] What?

You'll be taken from here
to be cleaned

and then to the Surgeon.

But what about my reward?

Your note said you understood.

It said you were a friend.

You do understand
this is your reward?

This is what you're
deserving of, my friend.

[sobs]

[screams]

[Watkins] Please!

- I'll be better!
- [growling]

I'll be good!

What?
Who is it? Who is it?

[echoing screams]

[yelling] Who is it?

[sobs] Help me.
Please help me, please.

[Watkins screaming]
Ah, no. Please!

Help! What the fuck
are you doing to me? Stop!

[lady] You must be clean
on the inside, too.

[Watkins] Help!

[coughing]

[Watkins screaming] Help!

[baby crying in the background]

[sobbing in the background]

[metal scrapes, rings]

[sobs]

[screams]

[clang of metal]

[hesitant piano notes]

Uber Black, my ass!

It's just this piece of shit!

[door opens and closes]
[footsteps]

What the hell?

Josh?

You in my apartment again?

I told you that you need to
give me my key back.

Okay. This late-night
bootie call shit is over!

Although I could
probably go for a quickie...

for old times' sake.

Jo-s-s-h.

Okay.
I'm drying up real fast here.

This weirdo-in-the-dark thing
is only a turn-on

for like a few minutes.

And...and where's my dog?

Baby?

Fuck this!

[flips light switch]

Seriously? What the fuck
have you done with the lights?

[coughing]

What do you want?

[whispers]
To make a lesson out of you.

[sirens wailing]

You look like shit.

What'd you do last night?

Wonderful. Yeah.

I had a great time last night.
Thank you for asking.

You can take a left
two blocks up the way on Taylor.

Victim is one Crystal Lanning,
21 years old.

Building super
found her this afternoon.

I went out with a girl
called Crystal.

It speaks!

What was that like?

Like A Tale of Two Cities .

A what?

Charles Dickens.

Right.

Like anyone reads
that shit anymore.

It's the most popular
fictional book on the planet.

So why is this Crystal chick
like the book?

Read it.

We're here.

Good.

[lady] Worship this little guy.

[David] The place has
been cleared, locked down.

Everyone's been told
to hold back

until we make our pass
in case it's him.

[door opens and closes]

[lady] I worship
this little guy.

I worship
this little guy.

I worship
this little guy.

I worship
this little guy.

I worship
this little guy.

I worship this little-
Nice.

[lady] I worship
this little guy.

I worship
this little guy.

I worship
this little guy.

It's him.

It's definitely him.

You think?

Doesn't this seem a bit basic
for the Preceptor?

Who the fuck are you?

What are you doing
creeping around

a murder scene
at nighttime?

You want to end up dead?

Detectives Carter and Carter.

Brothers in arms...
literally.

Detective Egerton.

I've been assigned
to this case with you.

- You got her?
- I got her.

Detective Christine Egerton.

Do you mind?

Why are you here?

Who thinks we need
help with this?

Like I was saying,

isn't this just a bit basic
for the Preceptor?

I mean,
I was under the impression

that he liked to shock,
appall, teach.

[Sean] And that?

"I am a jealous God.

Thou shalt have
no others unto me"?

It's one of the remaining
commandments,

and it's part of his MO.

[Christine] I think
that it's just a stunt.

What was that?
Jesus Christ!

What the fuck is that?

Has anyone seen
the dog in the video?

[dog cries out]
It's okay.

It's okay.

[dog whining]

[Christine] Baby.

The dog was her baby.

So he put it into her womb.

I'll call it in.

[phone vibrates]

Alison's birthday. Shit!

Nice.

It's uh, very 1940s
detective agency.

Do we still smoke stogies
and have scotch for breakfast?

What we're investigating
is very dark.

Fluorescents
give me a migraine.

Look, I know that me coming
here must be a bit of a shock.

Detective teams are tight-knit
at the best of times,

but I do know this job.

So, I can help

if you let me.

I've gotta go.

It's my wife's birthday
and I'm late.

We'll do this tomorrow.

9 AM.

Uh-huh.

He takes it personal.

Well, he shouldn't.
I was assigned.

Not you.

The killings.

That won't last in here.

Plastic.

Thrives in all climates.

Happy birthday to me.

Oh...

[sniffling]

I'll take care of that.

[sniffling]

I don't even like carnations.

I'm going to bed.

The previous commandment
prior to Lanning was

"Thou shall not lie."
This is a Catholic family.

Jessica and Steven
were both lawyers.

The Preceptor cut out
both of their tongues

with an electric turkey knife.

Let them bleed out in front of
their own son, Michael.

What did he do
with the tongues?

He put them in a blender
and force-fed them to the son,

laced with bleach, of course.

Donut?

Now why would he feed
the tongues to the son?

He said they were
feeding lies to everyone,

so he fed their lies
to their son.

How do you guys know all this?

He's quite the letter writer.

We have copies obviously.

I'll get you some.
Speaking of which...

this came from the ME's office
this morning.

Got it out of Lanning's abdomen.

"The irony of this killing

"is that when people see
what I've done,

"their reaction will be,
'Oh, poor dog,'

"with no consideration
for the vacuous vessel

in which I chose to store it."

Nice.

Forensics has been
over the letters?

Local and Langley.
Came out with nothing.

Letter was typed
on an old manual typewriter.

Common ink.

No prints, oils, residue,
glue, particulates. Nothin'.

The name Preceptor.
That's a Masonic term.

Has that avenue
been checked out?

It's used by freemasons,
but it's older than that.

A precept is a teacher

responsible to uphold
law or tradition.

In this case,
the Ten Commandments.

- Shall I?
- Just one second.

How many victims are we
talking about in total now?

Fourteen.

- Two commandments left.
- "Thou shall not steal."

"Thou shall not covet."

Can I ask you what exactly
is your background?

Why are you on this case?

Of course.
You can ask me anything.

Can we go through the cases in
order, top to bottom?

You worked forensics two years
before you became a detective.

Did it take
a lot of detective work

to find out about
another detective?

Someone higher up think
we're screwin' this up?

Someone higher up
wants this guy caught,

and it's as simple as that.

[phone rings]

Okay. Let's do this.

Okay.

[strident music playing]

[screams]

[man] At a point,
we're all [indistinct]

by the word
of his power,

when he has made purification
his [indistinct]

at the right hand
of His Majesty on high.

I am speaking in human terms

as the weakness
of your flesh,

for just as you presented
your [indistinct]

blazed with the impurities
and true lawlessness

resulting in
further lawlessness,

so now present your members
as blazed to righteousness,

resulting in sanctification.

[bird cawing]

You all right?

Let her go.

Who do you think they are?

Uniforms are going
door to door to check the CCTVs.

[Sean] Fuck me!

Eye for an eye,
tooth for a tooth.

Tiffany Nardico, age 12,
Emily Cartwright, 13.

Susan Allison, 14,
and Nicole Panna, 15.

They all have records,
but it's just like petty theft.

Okay?

Yeah.

I just got off the phone
with Hodges.

The medical examiner.

Preliminaries for the hair,
teeth, and eyes

are a match with the hands.

Same with the blood in the jar.

So it's just the four victims.

The killer injected some
kind of epoxy into the hands

to keep them in position.

Anything else?
Yes.

No coagulation
in the fingertips.

Shit!

What?

He cut their hands off
while they were still alive.

Jesus!

- Are those them?
- Yeah.

- What name is that?
- Nicole Panna.

Hm.
Does that mean anything to you?

No, why?
Should it?

Carl Watkins.

[Christine] Who?

Local perp.

Flasher.
Kiddie porn peddler.

We picked him up
a couple times,

but he always pled out
or made a deal informing.

So what does he
have to do with this?

All of these girls went to
Chase Terrace Academy.

Terrace put a restraining order
against him

after he was caught
a few times

loitering and jerking off
to the girls in gym class.

That's a real stretch, David.

Guess who also went to
Terrace a few years back?

Crystal Lanning.

Exactly.

Seriously?

Do we have
a current address on him?

[landlady] He's not in.

That cocksucker
owes me two months' rent.

He hasn't been here
for a couple of days.

Think he'd be
hiding out inside?

If he is, he's freezing
his ass off in the dark.

I cut his power yesterday.
[chuckles]

Seriously?

No windows?

Honey, with what those boys
are doin' in there,

no windows
ain't a bad thing.

[landlady] Shut the door
when you leave.

[coughing]

[Christine]
What an incredible smell

you've discovered.

[David]
Oh, this shouldn't take long.

[Christine]
This guy seems to have

quite the right arm.

Doesn't really seem like
the Preceptor type.

[David]
Speak of the devil.

Looks like it's typed
on an old manual typewriter.

Let's get that back
to the lab.

Uh-hm.
Put out an ATL on Watkins.

In the meantime,
let's hit the usual suspects.

You go with David.

Anything?

[David] Nope.

Done for the day?

Yeah.

I'm going to swing by Watkins'
apartment on the way home.

What's up?

Somethin's been
buggin' me about it.

Give our regards

to that sweet-mouthed
landlady for me.

I'll give her your number.

[door opens and closes]

Thanks for turnin'
the power on.

[computer dings]

[music building to cresendo]

[door opens]

Excuse me.
Detective Sean Carter.

[piano notes playing]

[The Auditor] Mr. Carter.

Mr. Carter.

You're a man
of some interest to us.

What do you want to know?

- Excuse me?
- You obviously have questions.

Why would you say that?

Because if you wanted me dead,
I'd be dead already.

That's very true.
What else?

If I had to guess,
I've stumbled into a painful,

possibly fatal situation,

the agenda of which
you'll soon tell me.

Ha!

What can you tell me
about Carl Watkins?

A man of impeccable taste,
apparently.

What can you tell me
about the Preceptor?

I was about to ask you
the same question.

What are those?

[clears throat] Well,
since you've been good enough

not to waste our time
with the usual drudgery

of who are you
and save me, et cetera,

perhaps a reward is in order.

Dear God! Where am I?

You wanted to know
about these.

They are a linking mechanism
between our world and yours.

They are judgment and redemption
to those who open them.

They are sensation,

rebirth...death,

lust...hate.

All manner of emotions.

They are a conduit
to the unimaginable.

In a wooden box.

You'd be amazed what
they can do when opened.

What on earth is this place?

It isn't.

So now what?

This is the beginning of
a process, an interview.

An audit of sorts.

And you want honest answers.

Absolutely.

So then let's just
get on with it.

Hmmpf.

Tempus fugit after all.

Tell me, when was the first time
you hurt something?

Be honest, Mr. Carter.

The sooner you tell the truth,
the sooner you will be free.

Four.

We had a pet dog.

I hit it.

Should I go on?

March 31, 2004.

I was 25.

The bullet hit him
in the throat.

I saw a fist-size chunk
blown out the back of his neck.

I stood over him
and watched him die.

And after that?

Two kids.

Grenade.

It was the first time I'd ever
seen a body blown to pieces.

Skin stripped from muscle.

Flesh stripped from bone.

You were a man
protecting his country.

You were permitted to
carry out these acts,

but what were you
permitted to feel?

What did you feel?
What did I feel?

What the hell
was I supposed to feel?

You have killed
a great many people.

I was doing my job.

You will purge from yourself

the guilt of shedding
innocent blood.

For you have done what is right
in the eyes of the Lord.

Only God can judge me!

And God will judge
both the righteous man

and the wicked man.

Ecclesiastes 3:17.

Deuteronomy 21:9.

Ha!

I would like to dig
a little deeper.

What choice do I have?

None.

[typewriter keys clacking]

On my second tour,
the convoy hit, and I...

[indistinct].

There are still more.

[typewriter keys clacking]

"It is a terrible, ponderous
chain you are making, Scrooge."

Charles Dickens.

Now what?

Next,
you'll meet the assessor,

and my, what a meal
he has ahead of him.

Hmmpf, hmmpf.

[snickers]

[choking]

[vomiting]

What have you done?

You will be taken
to be cleaned

and then to the surgeon.

Oh. No, it
can't be.

[woman] I hate this place.

[indistinct] the dark hole.

The seedy games
and indulgences

we allow you to play
as part of the arrangement.

-Why are you here?
- Let him go.

He has no business here.

I don't understand.

Well, just because
it falls into your web

does not make it prey
for the spider.

Catch and release.
Do you understand?

What about the assessor?

[indistinct],
quite literally.

- I've never...
- I don't care!

The jury never passed
their verdict.

You'll let him go,
do you understand?

Not really, no.

Well, do you understand
who is in charge?

So let him go.

Do not give me a reason
to come back here.

[screams and groans]

[heavy breathing]

[groans]

[grunts]

You must be cleaned
on the inside too!

No!

A moment of your time.

A-a candidate...

I need your assistance
with your--your guidance.

What?

His answers
choked the assessor.

Forced the jury in.

So...what do you feel?

Innocent?

Where is he now?

I sent him to be cleaned.

He's gone!

Escaped
with one of the boxes.

The pages.

Take.

Eat this in remembrance
of my body.

You must go after him.

Bring him back.
We must dig deeper.

We must find out what you feel
once you've released.

There's no need
to go after him.

He'll be back.

[car door opens/closes]

It's 2:30 in the morning.

You...you
got your flashlight?

-Yeah, why?
- I'll drive.

Why? What's up?

Huh?

What's going on?

[car alarm ringing]

[David]
You want to call this in?

What are we doing here?

[dog barking]
Hey.

What the fuck
are we doing here?

So?

Come on, man!

Nice. Nice place.

Put an offer in yet?

- Or are you in escrow?
- Fuck. [sighs]

Hey!

What is going on?

You drag my ass out here

in the middle of the fucking
night with no explanation?

You barely
talk to me anymore, man.

Alison is worried
about you.

Oh, you'd know that.

Man, we're all worried
about you, Sean.

I'll drive you back
to your car.

[The Auditor] They are a conduit
to the unimaginable.

Sensation, rebirth,
death, lust, hate.

[snarl]

[hysterical laughter]

[muffled screams]

[screams]

Hey, hey, hey.

It's just a dream.

Just a dream.
You're okay.

- It's okay.
- [gasps]

Come here.
Come here.

Sh-h-h-h!

Sh-h-h-h!

- It's okay.
- [sobs]

[whispers] I don't know
what's goin' on anymore.

This case...
it's destroying you.

[Sean sobs]

Sh-h-h-h!

Sh-h-h-h!

- [sobs]
- [kisses]

[moaning]

[Alison]
Sean!

What?

What is going on?
What are you doing?

What...?

[dog barks]

[indistinct].

[The Auditor]
Judgment and redemption

to those who open the box.

[birds chirping]

Thank you.

Almond milk.

Thanks.

[sighs]

[Christine]
So what's on your mind?

Your brother?

Just curious.

You been here for a couple
of days, what do you see?

I see two people
mired in a pretty dark case.

One of whom
is probably internalizing

a little bit too much of it.

Honestly, I don't know
that I would be any different.

Yeah, he's not running right.

Did you talk to
somebody about that?

Not official,
but I do talk to his wife.

Alison.

Yeah.

How did you know that?

Did he ever suffer from
any PTSD when he came back?

Not that I know of,

but he's never really talked
about what went on over there.

Drinking, drugs?

None of that?

He drank for a little while,
but he is sober now.

Just lately he's been distant.

I think maybe it's starting to
have an effect on him.

I...

[bird squawking]

What?

Look, I was assigned
to this case for two reasons:

One of them is to expedite
the catching of the Preceptor

and the other is because

there are some concerns
about Sean's behavior.

So, I am here
first and foremost

to help you with the case
but also to evaluate.

We've been working
our ass off on this case.

And it's not about that!

This is genuine concern
for someone

who might be in too deep.

[phone vibrates]

[sighs]

It's Alison.

Hey, you.

What?

He is?

Don't worry about it.

I'll come by and pick him up.

You take Sara to school.

Okay.

His car broke down.
Have to go pick him up.

He didn't call you?

I gotta go.

Hey.

Hey.

Sean!

I'll, uh,
I'll go take a shower.

Ah, wait a second, please.

You got to straighten up.

Just in case Egerton has other
motivations for being with us.

Meaning what?

Think about it.

How long have you been
drinking again?

Alison and I got
in a bit of a fight.

I had a few drinks.
It caught up with me.

I got this.

Go get cleaned up.

Sean...

no one is judging you.

Like I told somebody else,
only God can judge me.

God will judge
both the righteous man

and the wicked man.

"It was the best of times.

"It was the worst of times."

If I had a relationship
like that...

[door opens and closes]

Hello.

[Christine]
Hey.

Take a look at this.

This is the first letter
from the Preceptor.

Read here.

"There is no accountability.

"I will bring back
the wrath of the Almighty.

"I will be the plague
of retribution.

"It will be
the season of darkness

"and winter of despair."

And?

And I just found this
at Sean's house.

Hmmm, Dickens.

He didn't tell you about this?

He mentioned the book,
but he didn't mention this.

Well, maybe he just
put it together.

Then why didn't
he say anything?

I don't know.
You should ask him.

Where is he?

He's on his way.

I thought he had
some kind of car trouble.

He did not have car trouble.

He was drunk,
and I had to go help him.

[Christine]
You said he was sober.

He was. He is.

David, what the fuck
is going on?

I don't know.

That's why I came to you.

We're going to
have to talk to him.

[phone rings]

[door opens]
[indistinct]

[Sean]
Talk to who?

Who or what
happened to your face?

About what?

[phone ringing]

Hello.

Yes, this is Carter.

Yes. That Carter.

He did.

What exactly?

Phone?

Where?

We'll be there.

Medical examiner.

Found Crystal Lanning's
cell phone.

Wedged down her throat.

- You're kidding me.
- He wants us there.

Okay.

You and I go.

David stays here and goes
through some of that evidence.

Okay.

Okay.

Shit!

Forgot my phone.

Just give me a sec.

Forget your cell phone?

Need you to do me a favor.

Take a quick look around.

See if you find
anything unusual.

I'm not investigating
my brother.

I'm not asking you to.

Take a look.

For his sake.

Okay.

Okay.

Well, it seems to be
running okay now.

What?

The car. David said you had some
car trouble this morning.

Marriage trouble.

Oh.

At least you're honest.

Can I ask you something?

Honestly?

Do you think you're too close
to this case?

Probably, but it's my work.

Yeah, but if it's tearing
your world apart.

[Sean]
What can I do?

There's only
one commandment left.

Got to finish it all the way
to the end, right?

I get that, and I think
it's really admirable,

but this is not a tour of duty.

It is for me.

I was reading through some of
the notes from the Preceptor.

I noticed a lot of the turn
of phrase is very poetic.

Almost reads like literature.

You know, David mentioned
that you read a lot,

so I thought I'd ask if anything
struck a chord with you.

Not really.

I mean, there are
a couple of lines

lifted from A Tale of Two Cities
by Dickens,

but nothing else comes to mind.

Did you bring that up
in the investigation?

Didn't seem relevant.

After all, it is the most
popular book on the planet.

Oh.

Yeah.

I guess it is.

[Sean]
Hodges.

- Hodges.
- [Hodges] Hey.

See...

yeah.

I thought you said
you found a cell phone.

We did.
In her throat.

We found that
in her mouth first.

Silver?

Born with a
silver spoon in her mouth.

She certainly died that way.

We found this
in her esophagus.

Way down in there.

Damn shame.

Yeah.
She was only 21.

Yeah, yeah.
Absolutely.

Nobody has an iPhone 7.

I still got a 4.

Thanks, Hodges.
Thanks for the information.

It still works.

- What?
- The phone.

Yeah. One of the kids here
has the same model,

so we managed to
power the thing up.

When we did, it turns out
she was using the GPS app.

The location on it
wasn't her apartment?

[Hodges] No. We checked.

She wasn't killed
in the apartment either.

What he did took time, and uh,

would leave quite the mess.

Yeah, especially with the dog.

No. He took her somewhere alive,
prepped her, killed her.

Luckily, if you can say that,
her phone died with her.

So, it stored
her last location.

Serial killer
caught by smartphone.

Do you have the address?

You know, I haven't
seen you around here before.

Yeah. I was just
assigned to the case.

Single?

You're kidding, right?

I'll call it in.

Yeah. This is
Detective Sean Carter.

We're on the scene of
a possibly compromised
location.

Requesting uniform backup.

Addressnis 12437 Gladstone.

Looks like a fishing
warehouse of some kind.

Okay. Copy that.

I think this is
pretty locked up.

Yeah.

- Guess we'll be waiting.
- I don't know.

I think I hear
a struggle of some kind,

destruction of evidence.

I don't hear anything.

Well, if you did, we wouldn't
have to wait for a warrant.

You want to catch
this guy, right?

Of course I do.

Then we hear a struggle.

[Sean]
Over here.

[door squeaks]

[Sean]
Look at this.

It's him.

[phone rings]

Holy shit!

[grunts]

[punching]

[door squeaks]

[loud rock music]

Drop it!

Fuck!

Backup's on the way.

No, they're not.

But someone is.

Now move to the fucking
center of the room.

How did you find out?

You told me.

What was it he said?
"Only God can judge me.

"God will judge the righteous.

"God will judge
both the righteous man

"and the wicked man."

"Ecclesiastes is one of
the 24 books of the Tanakh

"or Hebrew Bible.

"The title Ecclesiastes
is a Latin transliteration

"of the Greek translation
originally translated as

"'teacher'

"or 'preacher'

"or 'preceptor'."

Preceptor.

Shit!

Shit!

When I didn't hear back
from Egerton,

I called Hodges
to get the address.

Quite the detective.

Why are you doing this?

Like I've always told you,

you should read more
starting with the Bible.

[Alison]
Sean?

You wouldn't call backup
on your own brother.

Not until you knew for sure.

So, I called someone else.

In here.

[door opens and closes]

I came as fast as I could.

Shit!

Sean, what are you doing?

Sean?

What is this?
What's going on?

Come on in, sweetheart.

Come stand
next to my dear brother.

- [Alison gasps]
- No, no.

Go stand next to David.

[yelling]
I didn't say touch her!

[Alison sobs]

I have so much more
planned for the two of you.

That Lanning bitch's cell phone
fucked things up!

I don't understand.

You don't?

Look around.

Look at what I've done.

This is the love of God
that we keep his commandments,

and his commandments
are not burdensome.

Where is Egerton?

[Alison]
Oh!

[David]
Jesus Christ!

[Alison sobs]

Sean, no, no.

Wait, wait. We...we...

This whore cheated on me
with some guy she met online

two weeks after I left
for my first tour.

I'm sorry.

Thou shall not covet
another man's wife.

So I cut his eyelids off

and burned him alive
in his own car.

I wasn't surprised with her,
but I expected more of you.

Sean, I am...

A plague of
smartphone junkies.

I...loathe the modern world.

I loathe the populace.

If I had the means and ways,
I would incinerate them all.

Rain down fire
and sulphur.

Now.

I want you to sit down
in front of each other.

[yelling]
Just do it!

[David]
What are you going to do?

[Alison sobs]

[Sean]
Open that.

What?

[David]
What the fuck is this?

Open it.
Both of you.

Now. Together.

[Alison gasps]

[thunder and lightning]

[chains clanging]

What is this?
What's happening?

[Alison sobs]

Judgment!

[Alison sobs]

[Pinhead] I knew you would
find your way here eventually.

After all...

evil seeks evil.

I knew someone
would come for me.

So, I thought
I'd save you the time

and offer you a deal.

There is no deal
to be made.

Them for me.

Adulterers.

They opened the box.

And they will be
dealt with accordingly.

It is a separate faction
who has want of you,

and there is no bargaining
to be done.

Ah, Mr. Carter.

So good to see you again.

And you brought friends.

I brought them
to trade for me.

That is not how it works.

I won't go back
in that room.

Mr. Carter, please.
That won't work for you now.

Mr. Carter.

[screams]

[groans]

[screams]

[Pinhead]
You have been found guilty

by the jury.

[sobs]

You'll be taken to be
cleaned...again.

- [screams]
- And then to the Surgeon.

Not me!

The pages of your audit
were so rancid

with the essence
of your guilt,

they made
even the Assessor choke.

When the Surgeon and the Butcher
are finished with you,

you will be reborn
into an eternity of agony.

What the fuck is going on?

Silence!

Your pitiful adultery
is beneath me.

Bow your head to the catalog of
filth your brother has created.

[screams]

[groans]

Amateurs.

But still we will afford them
an experience

beyond their limits
in your name.

[woman]
Get away from him.

How do you feel,
Eden's doorman?

Once upon a time.

And then what was it?

Watching over the ark-builder's
incestuous offspring until now.

I want to turn
this basement into misfits.

He was found guilty.

Let him go!

There are matters at play here
that are part of a bigger plan.

And he is a part of it.

You want him now
to remain on Earth...

or rather He wants him
out of there.

He wants his flock
afraid of the horse

so that they look
toward the night.

You're not as foolish
as you look.

But what about the things
he has done,

the innocents he has killed?

Acceptable losses.

Good cannot exist without evil.

And we discovered long ago that
in order to control the evil,

we had to be the ones
implementing it.

Sin ordained by Heaven.

Send him back.

Continue with your work,
Preceptor.

With our blessing.

And the Lord saw
that the sin of man

was created on the Earth,

and that all the thoughts
of his heart were evil.

[Pinhead]
There is process...

order to what we do.

Send him back!

Or?

There will be hell to pay.

Hell...to...pay.

Don't test me!

Very well.

[screams]

[Sean] Now get me
the fuck outta here!

I've been forgiven.

Not forgiven.

What?
[woman] You're a murderer!

A twisted sadist.

For now, your actions
work in our favor.

But there will be judgment
for you eventually.

And, we will be waiting.

Fuck you!

[rapid gunshots]

Now send him back.

With pleasure.

I'm back.

[choking]

"Tis a far, far..."
[gunshots]

[gasps]

[heavy breathing]

We have an officer down
at 12437 Gladstone.

Send assistance.

This is Egerton.

We have the Preceptor.

[sighs]

Get me a fucking ambulance!

You knew that would happen.

You know nothing
of human behavior.

[sobs]

[woman]
There will be retaliation.

You will suffer.

Suffer?

Me?

How dare you use such a word?

You know nothing of suffering.

I welcome its warm embrace.

I exist only to
share its meaning.

Sin and suffering
are my dominion.

Perhaps it's time
you learned a little

of the matters
you seek to manage.

[screams]

[woman]
What are you doing?

Do you know who I am?

I cannot.

Irony.

[heavy breathing]

[sobs]

Are you the way?

Do your worst!

You forget
my first tasks for Him.

And my order
has already been sanctioned.

Look at me.

I'm all you know.

Forged in agony and pain.

I welcome
the eternity of anguish.

So, Pinhead....

[snickers]

[screams]

Here endeth the lesson.

Jesus wept!

[snickers]

Probably should not
have done that.

I have nothing to fear.

Did you forget?

She is the angel who banished
them from the Garden of Eden.

Perhaps there is a torture
we cannot endure.

Banishment.

[church bells toll]

Banishment.

Exile.

Back to the mortal world.

Banishment.

[screams]

Sweet suffering.

The sweet suffering.

[screams] No!

[screams] No!

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[knock on door]

[speaking foreign language]

Two, and it isn't even
a Tuesday.

[door slams shut]

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