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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.

There is a mechanism.

The house is ready, we can adapt.

Technology may have advanced

but sin remains unchanged.

Pure. Greed.

Lust. Lies. Betrayal.

This new millennium hurtles forward.

Faith is lost.

Mankind has become a vacuum without morality.

So many souls seeking new and darkened experiences.

Degradation upon degradation, sin after sin.

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

"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".

Ah, Mr. Watkins.

So good of you to come.

We have such sights to show you.

Please, step inside.

Mr. Watkins.

The fuck is going on?

Who the fuck are you?

What are you doing to me?

That's all-all valid questions.

What the fuck is going on?!

Mr. Watkins, please.

Please assist your situation.

Look at your environment.

For now, you are merely captive

sitting tied to a chair.

If we wanted you killed, 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 was 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.

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?

August 18th, 2001...

you lured little Courtney Rettison to your car.

Why?

I-I-I never...how do you know...?

Please.

Let's save ourself 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 am a man for whom pain

is nothing more than a common currency.

I will spend some on you...

if you like.

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

I couldn't help myself.

Oh, I understand.

I was just tryin' to help.

Yes, yes.

She had blonde hair.

Long and... it was in a ponytail.

Never seen so much blood from a little creature.

My, my, quite the busy bee with you, 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.

Tears...

of children.

What?

What?

Serves you right, you sick fuck!

Ladies, your verdict?

Guilty.

The Jury has deliberated,

and a guilty verdict has been given.

What?

You'll be taken from here to be cleaned

and then to the Surgeon.

What about my reward?

Your note said you understood.

It said you were a friend.

I do understand. This is your reward.

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

No!

Please!

I'll be better!

I'll be good!

What? Who is it? Who is it?

Who is it?

Fuck.

Please, help me. Please, help me, please.

No! Please!

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

You must be cleaned...

on the inside, too.

Help!

Uber Black, my ass!

You're just a... piece of shit!

What the hell?

Josh?

Are you in my apartment again?

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

Okay? This late-night booty call shit is over.

Although, I could... probably go for...

a quickie for... old times' sake.

Josh...

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.

Seriously, what the fuck have you done with the lights?

What do you want?

To make a lesson out of you.

You look like shit.

What'd you do last night?

Wonderful. Yeah.

I had a great time last night, thank you for asking.

You're gonna take a left

two blocks up the way on Taylor.

Victim is one Crystal Lanning, 21 years old.

Building super found her this afternoon.

Went out with a girl called Crystal.

It speaks!

What was that like?

The Tale of Two Cities.

The 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.

worship this little guy.

The place has been cleared, locked down.

Everyone's been told to hold back until we make our pass.

In case it's him.

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 guy. -Nice.

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?

The fuck are you?

What are you doing creeping around a murder scene at night time?

You wanna 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.

And that?

"I am a jealous God

thou shalt have no others unto me?"

It's one of the remaining commandments.

and is part of his M-O.

I think that it's just a--

-What was that? -Jesus Christ!

What the fuck is that?

Has anyone seen the dog in the video?

Fuck.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Baby.

The dog was her baby.

So he put it into her womb.

I'll call it in.

Alison's birthday. Shit.

Nice.

It's a very 1940s detective agency.

Do we still smoke stogies and have Scotch for breakfast?

What we're investigating, it's very dark.

Fluorescents give me a migraine.

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

Detective teams are a 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.

Nine a.m.

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.

I'll take care of that.

I don't even like carnations.

I'm going to bed.

The previous commandment prior to the Lanning was...

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

Jessica and Steven, both lawyers.

The Preceptor cut out both of their tongues

with an electric turkey knife.

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

What'd he do with the tongues?

Put 'em in a blender, force-fed 'em 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 you guys know all this?

He's quite the letter writer.

We have copies, obviously.

-I'll get you some. -Speakin' of which...

this came from the M.E.'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 up with nothing.

Letter was typed in a 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 shalt not steal".

"Thou shalt 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 screwing this up?

Someone higher up wants this guy caught,

and it's as simple as that.

Okay. Let's do this.

Okay.

"And upholds all things by the word of his power,

"when he had made purification of sins

"and he sat down at the right hand of the Majesty on high."

"I am speaking in human terms

"because of the weakness of your flesh.

"For just as you presented your members as slaves...

"to impurity and to lawlessness,

resulting in further lawlessness,

"so now present your members as slaves to righteousness,

resulting in sanctification."

You all right?

Let her go.

Who do you think they are?

Uniforms are going door to door checking CCTVs.

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.

You okay?

Yeah.

I just got off the phone with Hodges.

The medical examiner.

The preliminary for the hair, teeth, and eyes

were 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 into 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.

Does that mean anything to you?

No, why? Should it?

Just a second.

Carl Watkins.

Who?

Local perp.

Flasher. Kiddie porn peddler.

We picked him up a couple of 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 an address on him?

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?

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

I cut his power yesterday.

Seriously?

No windows?

Honey, with what those boys are doing in there,

no windows ain't a bad thing.

Shut the door when you leave.

"What an incredible smell you've discovered."

This shouldn't take long.

This guy seems to have quite the right arm.

Doesn't really seem like the Preceptor type.

Speak of the devil.

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

-Let's get that back to the lab. -Mm-hmm.

Put out an ATL on Watkins.

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

You go with David.

Anything?

Nope.

You done for the day?

Yeah.

I'm gonna swing by Watkin's apartment on the way home.

What's up?

Somethin's been buggin' me about it.

Give our regards to that sweet-mouth landlady for me.

I'll give her your number.

Thanks for turning the power on.

Excuse me. Detective Sean Carter.

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?

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

That's very true. What else?

If I had to guess, I stumbled into a

painful, possibly fatal situation--

the agenda of which you'll soon tell me.

What can you tell me about Carl Watkins?

A man of impeccable taste, apparently.

And what can you tell me about the Preceptor?

I was about to ask you the same question.

What are those?

Well, since you've been good enough not to waste our time

with the usual drudgery of

"Who are you" and "Save me", etcetera,

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...

love... hate...

all manner of emotions.

They are a conduit to the unimaginable.

In a wooden box.

You'll 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.

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 31st... 2004.

I was 25.

The bullet hit him in the throat.

I saw a fist-sized 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?

How the hell was I supposed to feel?

You have killed a great many people.

I was doing my job.

"You will have purged from yourselves

"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.

During my second tour, our convoy hit--and I...

There is still more.

"It is a terrible, ponderous chain

you are making, Scrooge".

Charles Dickens.

Now what?

Next you will meet the Assessor.

And my...

what a meal he has ahead of him.

What have you done?

You will be taken to be cleaned.

And then to the Surgeon.

No, it can't be!

I hate this place.

The stench, the decor.

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 a spider.

Catch and release, do you understand?

What about the Assessor?

Clerical error, quite literally.

-I've never heard of this-- -I don't care.

The Jury never passed their verdict.

You let him go, do you understand?

Not really, no.

Well, do you understand who is in charge?

Just let him go.

Do not give me a reason to come back here.

You must be cleaned...

on the inside, too.

No!

Uh, a moment of your time.

A candidate...

I need your assistance, with your...guidance.

Why?

His answers choked the Assessor.

Froze the Jury and...

summoned Jophiel.

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. You must dig deeper.

We must find out why Jophiel wants him released.

There's no need to go after him.

He'll be back.

It's 2:30 in the morning.

You got-You got any flashlight?

-Yeah, why? -I'll drive.

Why, what's up?

Huh?

What's going on?

You wanna call this in?

What are we doing here?

Hey.

What the fuck are we doing here?

So?

Come on, man!

It's nice. Nice place.

You put an offer in yet?

-Or are you in escrow? -Fuck.

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.

They are a conduit to the unimaginable.

Sensation, rebirth, death, lust, hate.

Hey, hey, hey...

It's just a dream.

It's just a dream. You're okay.

It's okay.

Come here, come here.

Shh.

Shh. It's okay.

I don't know what's going on anymore.

This case... it's destroying you.

I can't get it out of my head.

Shh.

Shh.

Sean!

What?

What is going on? What are you doing?

What?

Judgment and redemption

to those who open the box.

Thank you.

Almond milk.

Thanks.

So, what's on your mind?

Your brother?

I'm just curious.

You've 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.

Have you talked to somebody about that?

Not official, but I do talk to his wife.

Alison.

Yeah.

How'd 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's sober now.

Just lately he's been distant.

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

I...

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 in this case.

And it's not about that.

This is genuine concern for someone who might be in too deep.

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. I 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 gotta 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, caught up to 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...

Hello.

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.

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've asked 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.

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.

I'm gonna have to talk to him.

Talk to who?

You--what happened to your face?

About what?

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.

Forgot you cell phone?

I 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.

Well, 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...

What can I do?

There's only one commandment left.

Gotta 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.

Well, I was reading through the notes from the Preceptor.

I notice that a lot of the turn of phrase is very poetic.

Almost reads like literature.

You know, David mentioned you read a lot, so

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

Not really.

I mean, there were 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?

It didn't seem relevant.

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

Yeah.

I guess it is.

Hodges.

-Hodges. -Hey.

So.

Let's see...

Yeah.

I thought you said you found a cell phone.

Yeah, 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.

I mean that's 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.

And we did, turns out she was using a GPS app.

The location on it wasn't her apartment?

No, we checked.

She wasn't killed at the apartment, either.

What he did took time and uh...

would've been 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 a 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.

Address is 12437 Gladstone.

It looks like a fisherman's warehouse of some kind.

Okay, copy that.

I think this is pretty locked up.

Yeah.

I guess we'll be waiting.

I don't know, 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 wanna catch this guy, right? -Of course, I do.

Well, then we hear a struggle.

Over here.

Look at this.

It's him.

Holy shit!

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 you 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 24 books of the Tanakh...

"or Hebrew Bible".

"The title Ecclesiastes is a Latin transliteration

"of the Greek translation...

"traditionally 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.

Sean?

You wouldn't call backup on you own brother.

Not until you knew for sure.

So I called someone else.

In here.

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.

No, no, no, no.

Go stand next to David.

I didn't say touch her!

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?

Oh!

-Jesus Christ! -Oh!

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'm...

What 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 sulfur.

Now.

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

Just do it!

What are you gonna do?

Open that.

What?

What the fuck is this?

Open it, both of you.

Now. Together.

What?

What is this? What's happening?

Judgment.

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 open 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 don't want to go back in that room.

Mr. Carter, please.

That won't work for you now.

Mr. Carter, please.

You have been found guilty by the Jury.

You will be taken to be cleaned.

Again.

And then to the Surgeon.

Not me!

The pages of your audit was so rancid,

this clear essence of your guilt,

they made even the Assessor choke.

When the Surgeon and the Butcher are finished with you,

you will be reborn in 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 you brother has created.

Amateurs.

But still we will afford them an experience

beyond the limits in your name.

Get away from him.

Ah, Jophiel. Eden's doorman.

Once upon a time.

And then, what was it?

Watching over the ark builders' incestuous offspring.

And now?

Monitoring this basement's 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 out there on Earth...

or rather he wants him out there.

He wants his flock afraid of the wolf

so that they look toward the light.

You're not as foolish as you look.

But what about the things he has done,

the-the innocents he has killed?

Acceptable losses.

Good cannot exist without evil.

When 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 your work, Preceptor.

With our blessing.

And the Lord saw that the sin of man was great on the earth,

and that all the thoughts of his heart were evil.

There is process...

order to what we do.

Send him back!

Or?

There'll be hell to pay.

Hell. To pay.

Don't test me.

Very well.

Now get me the fuck out of here.

I've been forgiven.

Not forgiven.

What?

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!

Send him back.

With pleasure.

I'm back.

"It is a far, far--"

We have an officer down at 12437 Gladstone.

Send assistance.

This is Egerton.

We have the Preceptor.

Get me a fucking ambulance.

You knew that would happen.

You know nothing of human behavior.

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.

What are you doing?

Do you know who I am?

I care not.

Irony.

Are you the way?

Do your worst.

You forget my first task for Him.

That my order's already been sanctioned.

Look at me.

I'm already in Hell.

Forged in agony and pain.

I welcome an eternity of anguish.

See you, Pinhead...

Here endeth the lesson.

Jesus wept!

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.

Banishment.

Exile.

Back to the mortal world.

Banishment.

The sweet suffering.

The sweet suffering.

No!

No!

Two.

Pfff.

And it isn't even a Tuesday.

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