All language subtitles for Trancers (1984)

Last January I finally
singed Martin Whistler

out on one of the rim planets.

Since then, I've been hunting down
the last of his murdering cult.

We call them Trancers:
slaves to Whistler's psychic power.

Not really alive, not dead enough.

It's July now... and I'm tired.

Real tired.

Give me a chopped steak medium.
You deep fry your pods?

Sure do, honey.

Give me a side a pods and
a large Coke. No ice.

And what will you have, mister?

Coffee.

The real stuff? That's gonna cost you.

I deserve it. Find me some milk.
I don't want any of that soy crap.

Coming up.

Evening, citizen.

Jack Deth, Angel City PD.

May I see your stats?

- What did I do?
- Under Section Seven of the penal

code, the Council authorizes me to
administer a Trancer suspect examination.

You can't give me a TSE
without a warrant!

- I got your warrant right here!
- Okay, okay.

- I don't want any trouble.
- Hold out your left arm.

I got nothing to hide.

Negative.

Look out!

Hey! You can't singe an old lady!

She's a Trancer, goddammit!
Help me!

Not so fast.

- I'm not in the mood, McNulty.
- I'm not in the mood

- for troopers who dodge their assignments.
- Shuttle pad duty is for squids.

I ain't got the time.

Trancer hunting is out of
bounds and you know it!

The Department had a belly full
of your one man crusade, Jack.

Whistler may be dead, but someone's
got to mop up the strays.

Now, I singed one just now.
The scorch is inside.

Jack.

Jack.

It's straight from the Captain.

"You'll take your assignments
or you'll take a hike".

He was a good cop.

Until a Trancer killed his wife.

Come on, let's get the clods.

I figured I'd find you out here.

You see the guardsmen?

- On your feet, Trooper.
- Ex-Trooper.

I stand for no one, McNulty.

- What's this?
- A summons from the Council.

Jack, you can't ignore the summons!

- It's the highest honor there is!
- You know, Lieutenant.

I think I found the old
Chinese theater out there.

I'm going to back in the water
before the storm blows in.

Dammit, Jack!
The Council needs you.

Fuck 'em!

Jack.

Whistler's alive!

I'm not cleared to go any further.

- Behave yourself in there.
- Don't get pippy with me, McNulty.

Forget something, smart guy?

Trooper Deth, welcome.

I'm Margaret Ashe.

The gentleman beside me
is Chairman Spencer.

Trooper.

I thought there were three of you?

Van Zant was murdered four days ago.

By Martin Whistler.

Then it's true. Whistler is alive.

Very much so and he intends
to kill both of us.

How could he get to you?

This place is a fortress.

It might as well be made of paper.

I don't follow. Where's Whistler now?

In Los Angeles.

No problem. We get the submarine
fleet and blow him out of the water.

Whistler is not in the sunken ruins.

He's fled to the thriving metropolis.

As it existed nearly
three hundred years ago.

How could you be sure Whistler's
gone down the line?

Greetings to the Council.

As you may have gathered, I have
survived the pathetic traps

set by Trooper Deth on Meacon-7.

For 12 long years you have
hunted my disciples like dogs.

Now my day of vengeance is at hand.

I've synthesized the time drug.

And in a moment shall retreat
down the dark corridors of history.

Know that it is I who is solely
responsible for your demise.

One by one your ancestors
shall be murdered.

And you, their progeny,
shall cease to exist.

Then shall I return. Join my legion.

And claim the seat of power for my own.

Adieu.

Adieu.

I was with Van Zant when it happened.

The man simply vaporized.

As did his poor children and grandchildren.

How do you know Whistler's location?

We monitored a line disruption
in Los Angeles, December 1985.

Van Zant, Ashe, and I all had
ancestors in the city then.

As did Whistler.
And yourself, of course.

- Me?
- Yes.

Philip Deth, a journalist.

You'll be transferred to his body.

Allowing you to search for Whistler.

There are millions of people in L.A.

We've traced Whistler's ancestral line.

He's using the body of
a man named Weisling.

There is a minor complication.

Weisling is a police detective.

You call that minor?

Trooper Deth, this is Engineer Raines.

Engineer, eh? When did you
get promoted, Ruthie?

Ages ago.

Raines will administer the transfer serum.

You'll be in charge of
my bones when I'm gone?

Don't worry, Jack. I
don't hold a grudge.

Will preserve your body
on a suspension table.

Like this one.

- Whistler...
- It's just a shell, really.

His consciousness is in 1985.

Right. But, how did you
get hold of the body?

Our security officers found
it hidden in the desert.

We're keeping it for the trial.

Trial? You don't want
Whistler singed?

No. You're to capture Whistler and
inject him with the serum antidote.

His mind will return to Angel City.

And he'll stand before the high court.

If you think I'm bringing that scum up
the line, you got the wrong trooper.

Unless you stop Whistler...

everything the council has accomplished for
the last 40 years will count for nothing.

We'll be plunged into the same chaos
which followed the Great Quake.

- You're our only hope.
- Then it's on my terms.

My God! What have you done?

- You haven't changed a bit.
- Don't worry, justice will be served.

You were wrong to insist on a Trooper.

- We have no choice.
- Such conspicuous displays of firearms

will not be tolerated.

Raines.

This is a .38 Police Special.

A traditional firearm of the era.

Yeah, I got one of these in my collection.
But, mine is all rusted out.

Careful! That grip has been modified.

Two injectors of antidote.

One for you, one for Whistler.

- I got an old watch.
- Not like this one.

If you depress this knob,
you'll gain a long second.

- A what?
- One second stretched to ten

for the person holding the device.

Now, while you have complete
freedom of movement

the rest of the world will
appear to have stopped.

I could have used that on our
last date. Let's give it a try.

No, it has a single use generator.

When the long second runs down

the watch will dissolve.
So don't waste it.

Engineer, prepare the injection.

This is my ancestor.

His name and location are
written on the back.

Protect him. Please.

What about your ancestor?

"Hap Ashby. 1963 Angels".
What the hell is this?

I'm afraid that's the best I could do.

All I know is he was in Los Angeles

in 1985.

That's swell.

Excuse me.

You'll just feel a little pressure.

Phil, are you okay in there?

Yeah, everything is fine.

Are you sure?

Yeah, fine.

It's after 8:30. I'm going
to be late for work.

We're going to have to
hurry, don't you think?

Yeah, right.

- You're a real slob, Phil.
- What?

I said the closet is really filled.

- Did you mean what you said last night?
- Yeah, sure.

What did I say last night?

Phil, come on! You said
that making love to me

was like the ethereal
union of two lost souls.

- Bet it was.
- What?

I mean lost souls, yeah.

I can't wait 'til Christmas is over

so I can dump this stupid outfit.

This guy is a real shark.

You better hurry, don't you think?

Wait a minute.

Do you know where...

Ca-Cahunja Blvd.

Ca-what?

- C-A-H-U.
- Cahuenga.

It's 10 minutes from here.

Come on, quit screwing around. You
promised to get me to work on time.

Yeah.

Just let me get a coat.

Your wearing that?

Yeah.

I like it.

Phil, if I'm late for work
I'm going to lose my job.

What are you doing?

Dry hair is for squids.

Let's get out of here.

You seemed like kind-of
an okay guy last night.

- I love this car!
- I guess so.

- Thank you.
- Hey, wait a minute.

- Will I see you tonight?
- What?

Look I got to get to work! Okay?

What did I do wrong?

I don't know maybe you're
schizo or something.

What does that mean?

Last night you said you grew up in L.A. and
today you couldn't find Cahuenga Blvd.

You put that shit in your hair.
You can't even remember my name.

Leena, come here! The kids are waiting.

Your name is Leena.

Did I give you my phone number?

- No.
- Oh thank God.

Where have you been?!
All these people want pictures.

Santa will see you now, young one.

Hi, can I sit you up a little bit higher?

How come you have blue hair?

Because it's so cold on the North Pole.

And what would you like Santa to
bring you for Christmas this year?

Mr. Potato-head and Hungry Hungry Hippos,
John Doe the Mandroid.

- Leena I need to talk to you.
- Not now, okay?

Listen, I'm not crazy. I need your help.

A Transformer that's a
Decepticon, and...

John Doe the Mandroid.

And the new slot car because my
stupid sister busted my old one.

Hey Santa, are you listening?

What's wrong with Murray?

He's a Trancer.

A what?

- Phil! My God! What are you doing?
- One of your friends?

Security? We've got trouble
at the North Pole.

Hold it... I said it hold it!

Don't shoot!

Hey mom, he shot Santa Claus!

Welcome to the 20th century, Jack Deth.

- You're coming with me.
- No way!

Move!

- Hey!
- Don't piss me off.

Medics, get this thing out of here now.

Ma'am, if you feel up to it,
I need to ask you some questions.

I'm Detective Weisling.

Somewhere in all this city are the
two ancestors I got to protect.

Okay, let's say I believe this shit.

You're a cop from the future
and you're chasing this guy, Piper.

Whistler.

Why doesn't he just turn you
into one of these zombies? Or me!

You're too tough.

- Tough?
- Trancing only works on squids.

People with weak minds, easy to control.

Leena, I won't get
anywhere without a guide.

Are you crazy? You killed Murray!

Has Murray ever turned yellow and gone
after someone like he went for me?

No.

- Of course not.
- I don't have the time.

At least get me to Cahuenga Blvd.

- How about if I get you a map?
- A map isn't good enough.

I'm from another time, another world.

I don't even know what you
people eat for lunch.

Okay, where on Cahuenga?

- So you'll help me.
- Yes.

That's swell.

But I don't want to see that
gun of yours in my face again.

Yeah, sure, anything you say.

That address was 14-something.

Where the hell is that photo?

Thank you, ma'am. If we have any
further questions we'll call you.

- Merry Christmas.
- Excuse me, Lieutenant.

- Yes?
- Found this lying over there.

It's got an address on the back.

Is this it?

Yeah. Chris Lavery.

Look, you're not my prisoner.

You don't have to stick around.
But I'd appreciate you waiting for me.

- Relax, Phil.
- Jack. Phil stepped out.

Are you Chris Lavery?

- Yeah, in person.
- Nice tan.

- Very Christmas-y.
- Well, thanks.

So, what'll it be? The tube tan
of 10 or the tropic tan of 20?

Huh?

You look a little pale,
you better go for the 20.

Save the hard sell, pal, I'm a cop.

Hey look, if this is
about the guy last week,

he screwed with the thermo.

Anyway, it was just 1st degree burns.

That's not why I'm here...
I got to be blunt.

Someone is going to try to kill you.

- Come on.
- And he'll succeed

if you don't fall under
my protection.

- You're serious.
- Yeah.

Come on, we'll talk in my office.

Jack?

Jack?

Oh God!

Don't be dead!

Jack?!

- How's my tan?
- Are you okay?

- I guess.
- There was this dead muscle guy up there, but...

Chris Lavery; he was tranced.

But this red light came
and he disappeared.

Whistler knows we're here.

I got to get the hell out of here.

Freeze!

So...

we caught the Santa Claus killer...

and his accomplice.

Whistler.

None other.

Farewell, Jack Deth.

Fire.

Fire. Fire. Fire.

Hey, wha...?

Why aren't we dead?

How did he do that?

How indeed.

- I don't think anyone's after us.
- Yeah, well, they will be.

- Can I ask you a question?
- Yeah, sure.

When you used that time freezer thing
why didn't you get Whistler right then?

I only had a few seconds. If I'd have
singed him, I couldn't have saved you.

Oh.

What is it?

When you went into that
tanning place, I took off.

I was scared. Your story was so weird.

I wouldn't have believed me.

But all that stuff you said about
Murray made sense, so I came back.

You ever hear of this guy?

'63 Angels? No, I wasn't
even born then.

Yeah, well, we got to find
him before Whistler does.

Leena, we need a place to hole up.

I know! A friend of mine went
out of town for Christmas.

- No one will look for us at her place.
- Which way?

Head east. Chinatown.

JACOBY: All right, Lyles.

JACOBY: Outside.

OLD LADY: He was after my liberty bonds!

- JACOBY: No, ma'am.
- OLD LADY: He was!

OLD LADY: He stole my liberty bonds!

- Hey, what are you watching?
- Some cop show.

- Ick.
- It ain't bad, but...

What the hell kind of
name is Peter Gunn?

What kind of name is Jack Deth?

Okay, I got fried rice, egg rolls,
and beef chow mein.

Beef? You mean, like, from a cow?

Yeah.

- Wow.
- And I got the radio you wanted,

and it's got that police band,
and all that other junk.

And, it's got an earphone so I
don't have to listen to it.

And I charged dinner.
I hope that's okay.

Yeah, Phil won't mind. We'll
call it my inheritance.

- What are these?
- Oh they're fortune cookies!

There's a little
message inside. Wait.

I'll read yours.

Oh my God. It's from Whistler.

Read it.

I'll kill you and your
bitchin' girlfriend.

Dammit! How did he find out?!

My bitchin' girlfriend?

I'm sorry.

So I guess you think
that's pretty funny, right?

What the hell is that?

Oh, that's music from the club downstairs.

And when does that cease?

About two or three morning.

- Let's go down there and have some fun!
- No, I don't think so.

Come on, you said you
wanted to get to know L.A.

I have to monitor the police
band, keep tabs on Whistler, okay?

Take it with you.

Candy has some seriously
ugly clothes in here.

Leena, you better lose the blue
streak, you are too easy to identify.

Forget it.

I gave up the T-Bird.

Okay, Mr. Detective.

I see why they call it punks.

Come on, let's dance.

Are you kidding? It looks
like a room full of Trancers!

Come on!

- Well, how am I doing?
- Not bad for a "squid".

Leena!

How come you don't call me anymore?

Jerry, I asked you to leave me alone, okay?

Well, you still got
some of my tapes, man.

I'll drop them off at your moms.

Beat it Hiawatha, this is my dance.

Who's the old fuck?

Look at that.

He's even got a hearing aid.

Hey, why don't you buy me a drink?

Shove off pal, or I'm going to
sweep the floor with your head.

Now, I'm pissed.

Jack...

Leena.

Merry Christmas.

- Today?
- After midnight.

December 25.

I didn't know. It's July in Angel City.

Open it.

Ta-da. You like it?

- Yeah.
- Put it down.

- What is this?
- Future Man!

Just like you.

Thank you, that's... that's real nice.

I don't know what to say.

Don't say anything.

Jack...

Where is Phil?

His brain is on hold.

Why?

Because I like you a lot better.

Open up, Jack! Quit stalling!

- What is this?
- It's me.

- McNulty.
- McNulty?

And none of your lip.

This kid is the only
ancestor I could find.

It's been hell.

I had to sneak past the
parents and everything.

Say... who's the skirt?

Nice.

Tone it down will you, McNulty?

Listen, Jack. You to got
come back to Angel City.

Spencer disappeared like a floater trail

and Ashe has gone to pieces.

She wants to talk to you.

Tell her I'm doing my job, okay?

I got my orders, Jack.

Listen to me, McNulty.
I'm real busy right now.

Hit the bricks. Move it.

Run along before I give you a
spanking, do you understand?

Put me down! I'll bust
you to zero, Trooper.

Scram!

Damn.

- Your boss?
- She thinks he is.

He's back.

Damn it, McNulty! Couldn't
you have given me an hour?

Maybe. If you hadn't
given me the bums-rush.

- Shouldn't pick on little kids.
- Listen.

If you don't like my style,
I dump this case right now.

Why do you think I brought you back?

I'm slaggin' your badge.

- On whose authority?
- Mine.

Trooper Deth.

There are two empty chairs
at the council chamber.

There shall not be three.

I've ordered you a replacement.

- Yeah, who?
- One of the Green Squad.

- Lars Kwan.
- Kwan?

He works the hothouses, he's never
singed a Trancer in his life.

Whistler's goons are
massing near Angel City.

Waiting for the Council to fall.

And you didn't protect
Spencer's ancestor.

- You had your shot.
- Don't pull me out now!

I'm close to finding Ashby!

The only thing you were close
to was that cotton candy.

That cotton candy is my lead, pal.

She going to take me right to Ashby.

- Is it true?
- Would I lie?

- Very well.
- It's a mistake.

- Kwan is the better man.
- I've made my decision.

Now it's up to fate.

Good luck, Trooper Deth.

Say Ruthie, that long second
gag really worked out.

- How about a refill?
- We'll send one down the line.

Hold it.

If I see you in L.A. again,
I don't care if you are a kid,

an old lady, or a kitty cat.
I'm going to kick your ass.

Get him out of here.

I hope she's worth it, Jack.

Leena?

That was too much.

Too much what?

Hey, wait a minute.

Leena...

We should get some
sleep, don't you think?

Well, Phil. I hope you
enjoyed yourself... again.

If you have a favorite script...

Come on, Peter Gunn.

You too, can proudly display the art
treasures of the world in your own home.

Imagine your private gallery
of fine reproductions.

Blue Boy, the Mona
Lisa, The Last Supper

and everyone's favorite,
Whistler's Mother.

I didn't know he had a mother.

With me is Lieutenant Weisling who
heads the new skid row task force.

Lieutenant, what's going
to happen to these men?

Well Kim, they'll be taken downtown
and issued special ID cards.

With the crime rate downtown,

this program will enable us to

keep track of the homeless

and protect the innocent.

As you know, I have the
complete backing of the Mayor

and the City Council.

And I know that by the time I'm through,

the city will be safe for everyone.

- Get dressed.
- What now?

We're going to skid row.

This hobo roundup means one thing:

Whistler knows Ashley is on skid row.

What is this?

- A reload.
- That's so cool!

- How did they do that?
- How far is skid row from here?

A couple of miles.

Then we'll have to get a transit.

- A what?
- I think you people call them taxis.

We're out of money.

Then we walk.

Can you pretend you're not
a cop, just for a minute?

Where did you learn how to do this?

I used to hang with some
bikers when I was fifteen.

Get on.

♪ We three kings of Orient are ♪

♪ trying to find a wandering star ♪

♪ Glory to God the angels sing ♪

Jack, I can't talk to anymore of these
guys. They're too out of it. It's useless!

Listen Leena, that's
what a cop is all about.

Whether it's here or 300 hundred
years down the line. Come on.

Evening citizens.

What-ho, knave!

Who brought this glorious angel?

That we three kings may gaze upon?

- This is the Christmas angel.
- Jack--

Work with me.

The angel has a mission.

I seek knowledge.

We're not called three
wise men for nothing.

Do you know this guy?

That's High Ball!

Yeah! Do you know
where we can find him?

- That depends.
- On what?

Did the angel bring
any, little... "gifties"

for three weary travelers?

I don't have any gold, but I have
some frankincense and some myrrh.

Check the old paper mill on Alameda St.

- Can you find that?
- Yeah, I think so.

- Thank you, your majesties.
- Thank you.

♪ Hark! The herald angel sing ♪

♪ Little more that's just the thing ♪

♪ Peace on Earth and mercy-- ♪

♪ Two for you and three for me ♪

Wait!

Whistler knows about the paper mill.
They're going to sweep through the factory.

We got to find Ashby first.

- We ditch the bikes, I go in by foot.
- Alone?

- Yeah. I don't want you getting hurt.
- I'm not afraid.

Well I am.

That's it, up ahead.

Now you better stay put, angel.

This room's clean.

Let's check the next wing.

I hear something.

Hey!

Watch them lights, Trooper?

Can't I get some sleep?
It's fucking Christmas.

- Your name Ashby?
- I don't know.

- You got some ID, buddy?
- Yeah, somewhere.

Oh God, I'm going to puke!

It's not him, let's go.

Wait a minute, he called us "Troopers".

The Lieutenant said that
Jack Deth was a Trooper.

Empty. Damn!

Radio Weisling. We need a backup.

Hold it!

Get your ass up against that wall.
Nice and easy.

Open the coat.

Open it!

Toss the piece out as far as you can.

Good. Do the same thing with
that fancy wrist watch.

You ain't gonna
pull that trick again.

The lieutenant has told
us all about you, Deth.

How you're trying to twist the world

and make the future come
out the way you want it to.

You got it all wrong, pal.
I'm a cop just like you.

No. No, you're lying.

You and your men have
been tranced by Whistler.

You're slaves to Whistler.
Look at your skin!

- Fight it! Concentrate!
- No!

The lieutenant is the
finest man in the force.

I've pledged my life to him.

My orders are shoot to kill.

He was going to kill you.
I had to do it!

- Yeah, you did.
- Oh God...

Don't take it so hard.

He was dead the moment he
gave himself to Whistler.

Look.

Cheer up. You just singed
your first Trancer.

Great.

Come on.

Okay then. Let's go!

Come on, let's go!

- One more time there!
- Come on!

Let's go! One more!
Right. Let's go!

Okay, come on.
Right down the pipe.

Okay boy, let's go.

Philly, you're playing
in the strike zone, man!

- Back off a little bit.
- You're standing in the strike zone!

Stop playing in the strike zone!

You stand in the batter's box.
You know better than that.

Come on, Hap!

You gotta get one more in there!

- Atta boy!
- All right!

Fifty strikes in a row!

That bum better show up fast.

Goddammit, I lost that long
second watch back there.

You mean this?

Would you kiss me?

I don't have time for this.

I'll make the time.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

- I'm looking for a guy named High Ball.
- Jack.

You're Hap Ashby!

I haven't seen one of
these in a long time.

Who are you?

There's men upstairs that
want to kill you, Ashby.

Me? What the hell for?

Police! Nobody move!

I want Hap Ashby!

I'm tired of dealing
with worthless vermin,

now step forward, Ashby,
or I'll kill the lot of you!

You bums!

This way, mister!

I want to ride with the lady.

Over here, Ashby!

Hit it!

Get the cars!

Can't you go any faster?!

Not with him on board!
Listen, we better split up.

We don't stand a chance.

Divide and conquer!
That's what we should do!

- Meet us in Chinatown.
- You don't know your way!

- Yeah I do! I used to swim through here.
- You what?!

Round in the bag, Hap. How you doing?

Okay coach, but it's the bottom of 5th!

Time for the long second.

- What are you doing?!
- Damn!

Last call!

Jesus Christ!

Sure am glad I kept my cup, coach!

Could you just get the
door for me, please?

The door?! Oh.

Um... Merry Christmas.

- What the hell are we doing in Chinatown?
- You'll be safe.

You come up stairs with me, Ashby.

What's the problem, man?

You got people shooting at you and shit.

And where'd you get
my baseball card?

- You quiet.
- I don't even know your name, man!

My name is Deth. Jack Deth.

Death upstairs?
Yeah, I'll get right on that!

Ashby, you listen to me.
You got to trust me.

You got to trust me.
That's my name.

Your name's Jack Deth?

That's a dumb name.

What the fuck?

Leena?

Wait here, Hap. Leena!

- Leena!
- Hi.

Are you okay?

Look, I know this hurts.
It's just a--

It's just a nick.

These things usually heal pretty fast.

What? What's the matter?

I had a wife in Angel City. She--

She volunteered for Trancer bait.

I figured okay, what could
go wrong? It's my hunt.

I lost her.

I don't want that to happen again.

You love me.

Isn't that what I just said?

Hey coach! You got
any mustard out here?

You got any mustard, coach?

Why don't you make
yourself at home, slugger.

Thanks, coach.

What the hell is that?

That's the only thing I got
left over from pro ball.

Jack, do you smell something?

Say, Hap.

How about a nice hot shower?

Nah, I don't think so.

Come on, I'll give you a hand.

- Hey wait a minute! I've got my rights!
- Yeah, so do we, pal.

Hey! What the hell?

Sorry, found them. (???)

Sorry, pal. Here, you might
as well have this, too.

Sorry.

Listen!

Lifting that watch could have
got us killed, hop-head.

We're in the heat!
If you want to stay alive,

you're going to have
to play ball with me.

Are you listening to me?!

- I'm just a bum, man.
- You are now Hap.

But I'm your fortune-teller.

You're going to dry out, get a job,

Meet a girl, and have a kid.

His descendant is going to be one the
greatest leaders in the 23rd century.

And it all starts with you in the tub.

Now come on, Hap!

You need to be hosed down.

What about a sponge bath with blondie?

Huh?

Here.

I don't think he
understood a word you said.

Sure, he did.

Operator, get me the police.

Parker Center.

One sec, I'll get you some towels.

Who you calling?

Lieutenant Weisling, please.

Tell him it's Deth. He'll know.

- What are you doing?
- Quiet.

Whistler? I want to make a deal.

I'm tired of chasing you. I'm
tired of this whole business.

I want out. You can have Angel City
and everything else down the line.

- All I want is the girl.
- Jack, don't do this.

Shut up!

Just give me my life with her
and you can have Hap Ashby.

- Don't! Jack, please. Come on!
- Yeah.

Chinatown.

You'll see me.

- Leena.
- Don't touch me!

You'll let that poor
man be murdered?!

Relax. You played it just right.

- That was a trick?
- Yeah sure.

I'm a cop. I'm doing my job.

Call to him.

Now!

Jack!

Perfect.

Merry Christmas!

Peace on fucking Earth!

That's six shots, Whistler.
The gun is empty.

No, five!

The girl is too strong.
She won't trance, Whistler.

No!

I'm the one you want, not her.

And you're the one I shall have.

Oh yes, didn't you know?

Deth then marries the girl, or
would have, had she lived.

And now, Jack Deth...

Prepare to witness your own demise!

Oh Jack!

Get--

I'd like to blow you to fish food,
but I made other plans.

You got no flesh in Angel City.
I singed it.

You're going up the line with no stops.

Broken!

- Dammit!
- What?

I had two vials of antidote:
one for Whistler and one for me.

You lose again, Jack.

Only one of us can return now.

I'll see you in Hell.

You wouldn't murder an innocent man.

Weisling has six children.

What the hell?

Where am I?

What happened?

Ashby!

Help Lieutenant Weisling.

Sure.

Who is that man?

Him?

A fortune-teller.

You can't get home now.

What are you going to do?

That's okay.

I kind of like it here.