Gideon, we can't find John, and he's not on comms.
Mr. Constantine has refused to wear his communications device.
However, Captain Lance requested I fabricate a tracker
in every pair of his undershorts.
That cheeky little minx.
As soon as you trace him, send us his location.
Tell me what happened to my Desmond.
Dez was collateral damage.
Just go ahead and curse me, all right?
'Cause I bloody deserve it.
Why would I curse the man
who could save the last of my line?
You don't understand.
Dez is gone.
No amount of magic can bring him back.
Save my kin.
Let him go!
Hey, hey, that's a nice rescue, loves,
but, uh, Priestess Laveau and I were just, uh,
just having a little chat, weren't we?
Now to our business.
Have you sensed any other magic in your city
besides my own and theirs?
I've sensed a spirit. A Dybbuk.
And, like you, from another time.
What's a Dybbuk?
It's the dislocated soul of a dead person.
Someone so wicked that their spirit never crossed over.
Sara? I don't think he's a Fugitive.
I think this guy's just looking for the bathroom.
What's going on?
is going to kill my mama.
Sara, is it possible
that our Fugitive killer is a possessed doll?
Horror Movie 101.
Well, hello, dolly.
Wrong doll, ya dick!
Well, we'd best be going, then.
If we don't catch this Dybbuk
then the good people of New Orleans
will blame you for its mayhem.
this belongs to you, Monsieur Constantine.
Guys, this Fugitive we're looking for is an evil spirit.
该死 雷 你在哪里
Damn it, Ray, where the hell are you?
Sara, any sign of the Fugitive?
I think we may have a Chucky situation here.
What does that mean?
I reckon the Dybbuk is in a doll.
罗里 艾娃 去支援莎拉
Rory, Ava, Sara needs backup.
I'm all ears.
You, uh, still want your powers back, yeah?
Come on then.
好了 起来 大块头
All right. Come on, big guy.
Oh, I had the weirdest dream.
I dreamed that I was attacked by a...doll!
I'm gonna kill you, Goldilocks!
Still moving. Kill it!
No, no, no, no, no.
We need to question it and find out if it's really Mike the Spike.
Who are you?
Your worst nightmare.
Aloha. I brought you some meat.
I stupidly ran my bike straight into this guy's car door.
No, he didn't look before he opened the car door.
I know, I know.
I shouldn't have to pay, but...
I don't want to lose the world's best job.
You're a really good listener, you know that?
Did someone hurt you?
So how does helping you make me a shapeshifter again?
Well, it's simple, really.
If I never meet Desmond,
then this demon scum that's after me doesn't hurt him,
which means that my guilt-ridden ass
never joins the Legends and doesn't turn up to London
to give you a magical lobotomy.
- Now-- - Simple.
Now, the me from five months ago
is having a drink in there.
Now, I'll recognize you as Amaya.
All you have to do is play the part, all right?
American accent, stick up my bum,
and in love with Nate.
Do me a favor, just--
make sure I get out of there before I meet Dez, all right?
- All right. - Okay.
I'll meet you back on the jumpship, John-O.
All right, Charlie-O.
As I live and breathe.
-发型很帅啊 亲爱的 -谢了
- Nice bonnet, love. - Thank you.
Last I heard you were in, uh, Zambesi.
So where's Nate and the rest of the crew, then?
Oh, Nate, my boyfriend.
And my crazy gang of best friends.
Oh, it is such a long story.
- Right. - But a really good one.
How about I tell you all about it
over a glass of chardonnay?
All right, barkeep!
Uh, no, no, not here.
I--I know a better place.
All right, well, you owe me dinner.
That is a fair price.
All right, go on.
How's life? Liking the Time Bureau?
Settling in? Dating anyone?
Uh, good, great, yes.
I mean, there is someone.