He waits, as they all do...
for a sign, a warning...
something to set events in motion.
Few warriors realize that the battle between Heaven and Hell...
is constant, ongoing...
incident after incident...
part of an unending chain.
The domino principle.
That's what scientists call it.
One thing happens that triggers another and another and another.
And in the end all will be revealed...
no matter how wonderful...
or hideous the result.
Mr. Twist, l just want to say you can count on me.
Whatever it is you need, you got.
Right now l need you to shut up and listen. This is important.
- You listenin'? - Yeah, Mr. Twist.
You're flying to Rome in an hour. Go straight to the man.
- You know who l'm talking about? - Yes, Mr. Twist.
You prostrate yourself before him. Understand?
You tell him, in no uncertain terms, that we are very, very sorry...
about what happened to Overkill.
We screwed up. We will pay for his repair. You got that?
Yes, Mr. Twist.
You're speaking for me on this, Castellano.
Beg his forgiveness. Get on your knees.
Kiss his ass, his balls, whatever he needs for this to be all right.
l understand.
Our tits are in a fucking wringer. We don't need trouble from Rome.
Tell him we'll fix it all on our end.
Don't worry. l got it covered.
Get going.
l can't believe this crap's been going on without me.
Hey, sweetie, didn't l see you in a magazine?
Got a boyfriend, beaver treat?
Somebody to lick away your day?
l can do that for you.
Want me to show you?
Yeah. Show me.
lt's a big city girl day in the neighborhood.
You a big city girl, baby?
Good hunting's where you find it.
''Hunting''? We got ourselves some kind of sports babe.
- Sorry about this. - Oh, don't apologize, baby.
lt's all our fault.
But it's gonna be fun...
for us.
l don't think so.
Look who it is.
What's she doing here?
- Angela. - Hey, you can't--
l know she's in, and she's gonna see me.
How dare you burst into my office like this?
Why wasn't l called about the Hellspawn?
What are you talking about?
You've had me taken out of the loop.
Angela. Really.
Save it, Gabrielle. He's mine.
You're not the only hunter in the universe, Angela.
l've taken out the last two Hellspawns...
and l want this one.
You realize it's this kind of behavior that makes it difficult to trust you.
There's one thing l do well-- hunt.
A lot of people don't like that, including you, but that won't stop me.
Go through the proper channels.
Those channels lead to you.
l'm here. l'm talking to you, Ambassador.
- What about the permit? - Denied.
How long will you have it in for me? A century?
- Two? - Follow appropriate protocol.
Maybe l'll reconsider.
Just try and keep me out of this.
Good-bye, Angela.
Hey! Let the little guys have some.
Always pullin' for the underdog, eh, Wanda?
You know me. So, what do you got?
- You got it? - l had to grease more palms...
than you'll find at a peep show, but yeah, l got it.
l've still got friends on the force, but this shit's like Ebola.
Nobody wants nothing to do with it.
Not here.
l don't mean to sound paranoid...
but what you got there is big.
How big, Max?
Raw evidence from the last kid-- Uncut, unedited--
and a latent print off the little girl's eyeball, clear as Christmas.
An actual fingerprint?
- Thumb from the left hand of your perp. - Not Watson's.
No. This print belongs to your killer.
l was right.
Kyle Watson took the fall for those child murders.
This proves it.
Save the champagne and cheese doodles.
This son of a bitch was purposely misfiled, vaulted and buried.
Are we talking about a conspiracy inside the police?
l think maybe it goes beyond that.
Someone's covering this sick bastard's ass with Kevlar.
- Someone with a lot of muscle. - Who?
l don't wanna know, and neither should you.
- Watch your back, Wanda. - Thanks, Max. l owe you.
You'll get my consultation fee.
Max, you're amazing.
Why are you following her?
l'm talking to you, dirtbag.
Not a healthy idea.
l want answers now!
Starting with your boss's name.
Go on. l'm listening.
l just wanted those code numbers.
l'm not interested in code numbers, Terry.
We lost a large number of weapons from that ordnance annex a week ago.
Yes, l know, but--
l want an analysis from your department...
telling me who could've done this.
They had the son of a bitch cornered, and somehow he got away...
weapons and all.
- lmpossible! - lncredible.
l haven't seen a maneuver like that since Al Simmons.
l don't wanna have to explain this screw-up to the president.
lt may have been an inside job, sir.
What are you talking about?
Well, sir, l've been running some cataloging reports on my own...
and l caught some code discrepancies in our weapons storage files.
- Go on. - l did some checking.
Someone might be diverting weapons shipments to other delivery sites...
then changing the info in the computer.
- You have any proof of this? - lt's all here in my report.
Who else have you talked to about this?
No one, sir.
- l wanted to come straight to you. - Excellent.
l'm glad you did.
As of right now, Terry, your job is to track down...
every instance of these discrepancies in the weapons shipment files.
l need verification and evidence if l'm going into this with an investigation.
- Yes, sir. - Keep me informed.
l just want to go on record and say l hope l'm wrong.
l hope this is just some horrible mix-up.
l'll second that. Thank you, Terry.
Goddamned Boy Scout.
Last thing l need is him turning heads by talking to someone.
Fortunately, Terry's a loyal puppet.
He always works in the best interests of his employer.
Let him find all the loose ends.
We'll tie them up later.
Right now, l need to find those weapons...
somehow keep us on our timetable.
Recovered images from Overkill's internal camera.
Rome will want Tony's fat ass for this.
Nothing like a home video of your own evisceration.
- l thought you were dead. - l am.
You've got some balls coming here, hero.
What the hell is that?
And what's it doing with my weapons?
Who's laughing now?
Darkness is all around you, Spawn.
We both know it.
We both feel it.
lt's closing in on you.
Heaven on one side, Hell on the other...
and they're both gunning for your scorched ass.
Oh, it's so nice being wanted.
Dickhead puts a gun in his mouth and blows his brains out.
Homicide, my ass.
Anything?
Some very twisted individuals in our nation's capital, sir.
Why they're willing to express such intimate, often sexual thoughts...
over a cell phone, l'll never know.
l'll tell you why, Twitch. People are friggin' morons.
How much more?
Mr. Stevens had a very extensive library of pirated conversations.
There's perhaps another 40 or 50 hours, at least.
Christ, we ain't got that kind of time.
Chief's all over this ''alley death spree'' shit.
At least there haven't been any more killings, sir.
Yeah. What?
That's supposed to make me feel better?
lt's the friggin' calm before the friggin' monsoon.
Quite right, sir.
Street buzz had Overkill in town, which should have meant a bloodbath...
but nobody's seen him in a week and nobody saw him leave.
He's hard to miss, sir.
Exactly.
lt's weird crap, this whole business.
l hate loose ends, Twitch. They piss me off.
On the national front...
outspoken Republican senator Scott McMillan...
has unexpectedly thrown his hat into the presidential ring.
The American people want someone to step into the White House...
and put an end to overinflated, underachieving...
tax-and-spend government.
Our nation needs someone on the front lines...
who isn't afraid to give the government the housecleaning it's needed...
for a very long time...
and l am that someone.
This guy's got them eating out of his undies.
Did you look at this file?
Of course l did.
This photographer is from Washington, D.C., sir.
This jerk-off worked for the Post?
No, sir.
Take a look at line 26 under his l.D. and fingerprint report.
Well, shit on me and call me a sundae.
Mr. Humboldt here works for the U.S. government.
A pool photographer for the House of Representatives.
Weirder and weirder.
Guy falls out of a tree, breaks his arm...
then blows his brains out.
For what?
Actually, the report states Humboldt's arm was broken...
by assailant or assailants unknown.
Yeah, yeah, whatever.
Why can't these D.C. assholes die in their own goddamn town?
- Very inconsiderate of them, sir. - Shut up, Twitch.
Just find out if this jerk's connected to Stevens or these reporters or both...
and order me a hoagie.
What the fuck is this?
No one can know l'm here.
- You don't bust in and fuck with me! - Shut up, Tony.
What do you know about the creature on that video you sent me?
Nothing.
Just that he's one lethal son of a bitch.
Anyone who can whack out Overkill--
l need it found, but l can't do it directly.
Forget it! He told me stay out of his way.
Believe me, that's exactly what l'm gonna do.
This isn't a request.
You find him, then you contact me.
And maybe l can help you deal with your ltalian situation.
- What's this? - A package from Rome.
My people intercepted it from your people.
- You having my guys followed? - l keep tabs on all my friends.
Be honored. Enjoy.
Christ!
Your client's negligence killed two children in that fire.
Your security cameras verify it.
Kelly, the bad press alone is worth the million you're offering.
Look, Kelly, l gotta go. Yes, right now.
More money. That's what l want to close this case.
''More money.'' The lawyer's motto.
l pulled the civil case on the Reinhardt chemical fire two months ago.
- l'm trying to settle it. - l remember that one.
The two kids in the storeroom. What a way to go. Brutal.
Yeah, well, the Reinhardt family is poor.
They want to take the first offer.
Something tells me you're not gonna bite.
Forget it. They had to use dental records to identify them.
You know, Wanda, money won't bring them dead kids back.
Yeah, l know.
So, did you get it?
Yeah, and l had to call in some serious favors.
These government guys protect this high-tech shit like it's their balls.
But before l give this to you...
you gotta promise me you won't do something stupid.
l pay, you bring. That's our deal. But l appreciate the concern.
- So, what do we have here? - Some heavy duty shit, that's what.
l'm worried about you, Wanda.
That's sweet, but l'm a big girl and l need that disk, please.
Here you go. But remember what l said.
What's your plan?
l'm gonna try to access the government's database to find out who framed Watson.
Don't be crazy. You don't wanna go messing with these guys.
Someone with power is protecting a child killer. l need to find out who.
You got Watson off.
Why go on some crusade to find this guy?
Because money doesn't bring dead kids back.
We'll never be apart. Never.
Oh, what a perfect day.
You make me so happy.
l love you so much, Al.
Al was never enough for a woman like you, Wanda.
His death was the best thing that could've happened.
You're probably right.
Wanda!
Wait! Wait, it's me! Gareb!
Remember me? Gareb. You don't wanna kill me, right?
- Gareb? - Yeah.
Can l breathe now?
Another nightmare, huh?
l get them real bad sometimes...
remembering when my folks put me in the hospital.
Said l was, you know, touched in the head.
l thought some downtime would help, give me a chance to sort things out.
Seems like the more l think, the worse the nightmares get...
and l can't shut it off.
You hungry?
l got a good deal on a half-loaf of bread.
Only a week old.
Still got some plastic wrap around it.
Go away, Gareb.
You know, you shouldn't sit down here alone all the time.
lt ain't healthy.
l'm not worried about my health.
l've got to figure things out.
Maybe you need to quit all this figuring...
and just do something.
Of course, what do l know, right?
l'm just a bum with half a loaf of moldy bread...
and nobody to share it with except my buddies...
Jack Daniels and Jim Beam.
You have a friend there, Spawn. Listen to him.
Beat it, old man. l'm in no mood.
Moments of wisdom are few for the new warriors.
They come from unexpected sources.
But always...
warriors feel events churning around them...
spiraling, closing in.
Some sit and wait too long.
Others listen to their instincts...
and prepare.
Warriors can feel forces massing against them.
The agonizing wait for battle becomes a way of life...
turning and twisting their dark souls...
feeding intense rage that boils deep in every Hellspawn--
a rage at the unfairness of their plight...
and a feeling, still deeper...
that they've earned it.
All units respond to kidnap, Madison and 43rd Street.
Who is this freak?
Witnesses figure him for some kind of whacked-out street preacher.
Could be that child killer Homicide's been hunting.
Whoever the bastard is, he's dead. He just doesn't know it yet.
Suspect holding possible kidnap victim.
Got that right.
Did l say l was gonna kill anybody?
No, l never said that.
Now, l may have done that...
but l never said l was gonna kill anybody.
See, saying and doing...
are two very different things.
Don't you think?
You wouldn't just be saying that 'cause l got this grenade in my hand.
This guy's nuts.
- Fuck. - He's gonna kill him.
Killing kids. That's about catching the innocence.
Life, death, good, evil. lt's all right here.
Windows to the soul, boys.
Take a peek. See the party?
You should have told them-- no sirens!
Oh, shit.
Holy shit!
What, no applause?
No appreciation.
What is this world coming to?
You know something?
l hate that!
lf you like those hands, put them in your pockets.
Just get them out of my face!
Adam!
l know you can't hear me, but l don't give a shit.
Get your puny ass out here now!
Oh. Somebody else wanna play?
How's about a game of catch?
Come on. What do you say?
Let's go, kid.
Guess the rats would rather play with themselves.
Officers down. Suspect fleeing southbound through alley.
Requesting help.
Shit! There, man! We got him!
Radio for backup, then swing around the south end.
Suspect sighted. Officer in pursuit. Request immediate backup.
All units, stand by. Officers requesting backup for kidnap suspect.
We got this asshole.
We're 20 at Madison and 43rd Street.
Bottoms up, big guy.
Jesus God.
Officer down! Repeat! Officer down!
Requesting help. Officer down, Madison and 43rd Street.
Six-Adam-15, come in. What's your location?
Oh, Al.
l love you, Wanda.
Maybe it's time we start thinking about having a real family.
Mommy!
Cyan!
Holy Christ!
Come on, you worthless cocksucker!
Tried to blow me up, you son of a bitch!
l'll kill ya. Come on!
- Where is he? - What you talking about? Where's who?
Listen, asshole, l'm not in the fucking mood.
A preacher dragging a boy.
l can't help you.
l didn't see any--
l swear to God, l don't know nothing.
Please!
l told you l want some goddamn answers right now!
ls this how you protect and serve?
Shit!
l clocked him. l know it.
Back off, shit face. l'll do your pal.
Who made you God, little man?
Not that gun. Not that uniform. Nothing.
You wanna scare people, fine. l need a scarecrow.
You're gonna be my personal message board.
l want everyone to see what happens when they come here uninvited.
Now, isn't this a delicious little situation.
You know, people really should finish what they start.
But fair is fair. That's American.
This bill is controversial because it's not concerned with the bottom line.
lt's concerned with the family, which is the backbone of this country.
We must take a stand.
lf successful, it will enable us to thrive...
as the greatest country in the world.
Thank you.
- Senator-- - One more question--
Are you saying you will vote for the family relief bill today...
in spite of resistance from Capitol Hill?
You heard my speech.
l'm not here to fight the Senate. l'm here to help America.
- Senator, one more question-- - Thanks, everyone.
Now let's get some real food.
lgnoring my calls is not a smart idea.
Running for president isn't like working at the post office.
l have obligations.
Listen to me very carefully, Senator.
Your every step, every thought, every breath is to be cleared through me.
Understood?
You've compromised both our positions.
What?
That bill has several amendments tacked to it that work against my interests.
l'll get them severed.
That way l can preserve my stance.
Unlike me, you don't have that kind of power.
These cutbacks are locked in, so the entire bill must fail.
l'll have to pull in some favors to negate your vote...
and save you from looking like a fool.
Screw up again, Scottie, and your political career is over.
Senator, where will you be dining?
Shut up and drive.
Kidnap suspect last seen Madison and 43rd.
Jesus, what a mess.
When did a threat from a grenade-toting psycho get treated...
like a typical purse-snatching?
Who dropped the ball on this?
Makes it look like a bunch of L.A. cops. What you got, Twitch?
Grenade fragments and a big hole, sir.
Give me something l can work with.
This is the same alley where we found the body of that reporter Stevens.
l know. Them dead kids were dropped in this area too.
- Seems to be a popular spot. - But is it a coincidence?
Stevens' taped conversations seem to suggest a connection...
between Washington and a child killer.
They're making these things smaller.
Sir, l really need to get back to those tapes.
Later, Twitch. This so-called preacher might be our child killer.
l want him before the feds smell a headline and take us out of the loop.
Jesus!
Oh, my God.
Get him outta there.
Stay out...
his alleys.
- Two of 'em. - What about the preacher?
Red cloak.
Red what?
l think he said ''cloak,'' sir.
What's that got to do with the damn preacher?
Christ! Medics! Get over here!
Twitch, radio headquarters. Tell them SWAT's gonna hold a six-block radius.
We're gonna pinch this area until l find that fucking lunatic.
Retrieving those weapons has become critical.
The slightest delay can shift political balances.
Terry to see you, sir.
Terry. Come in.
Sir, my investigation of the weapons shipment hasn't turned up anything.
The only good news is, no other shipments are currently missing.
What about the weapons we've lost?
Well, sir, without a lead we're still shooting in the dark, so to speak.
l suspect a Chinese terrorist group or the Cali cartel.
Both are linked to recent espionage attacks on European armories.
l'll have full statistical readouts tomorrow.
Good work. Leave this on my desk.
We'll discuss this further after l read it.
l don't like hiding in goddamn closets.
Well, you're not supposed to be in the country, Chapel.
lsn't that the guy who married Al Simmons' wife?
As l was saying, we have to carefully position ourselves--
He should thank me for freeing up a nice piece of ass like Wanda.
Let's focus.
The guns. That's what this is about. Nothing else.
Not worried about the Boy Scout?
Terry's being monitored, just like everyone else.
Someone's got your weapons.
There's a leak somewhere. l need it plugged.
Just let me know when and where.
l want this mission executed with precision and finesse.
You saying l'm sloppy?
Overzealous, like our little South American project.
Not my fault those people don't know how to duck.
This time it's on American soil.
The rules are different. Cover your tracks.
Yeah. Yeah. Just call the ball...
so l can get out of your fucking closet.
Now what?
- Wynn, we've got a problem. - l'm listening.
lnternal data monitoring in D.C. suggests...
someone's been hacking into the files of several politicians...
including me.
Don't worry. l sanitized your political record.
Personal information, family history.
l'm scared shitless. l can't take my mind off it.
The Kyle Watson situation got out of control.
That lawyer, Wanda Blake?
lt must be her. One of my guys got knocked off trailing her.
l'd assumed she'd drop her investigation once her client got off.
She's got some ex-cop digging into deep evidence files.
He's got enough connections in the department...
to turn up some very ugly shit.
So, what am l supposed to do?
Stay calm. Run for president.
l'll take care of the rest.
ls everyone useless around here?
Trouble in paradise?
Wanda Blake's stirring up trouble.
- Maybe Terry's rubbing off on her. - Time is short.
First, let's get you on target.
l want you to find that thing in the alley.
l have a specialist who will deal with it.
Second, l need a pickup and delivery.
A child. Nothing serious.
- Someone will contact you with details. - Got it.
Kim, call Senator McMillan and tell him...
the problem we discussed is being resolved.
Twist will find this freak.
Then you're on.
Get the guns first, then ask your questions.
And remember-- finesse.
Got it. Like kidnapping your employee's baby.
- A detail. - l always did like working for you.
Oh, my God.
- Holy shit. - Jesus, Al.
What'd you do to him?
What happened here?
Who moved him? l want answers!
Come on, Al. None of us would touch him.
- We know you'd-- - None of you know anything about me!
Out of my way.
Give them a chance, or leave them alone.
Get out of my way.
You're saving them one minute, then spitting on them the next.
Make up your mind, Spawn.
Are you going to do what's right...
or sit on your ass and brood?
That little boy earlier today-- he's still with that psychopath.
You could've done something, but you didn't.
- Why? - He didn't ask for help.
- He's mute. - His problem, not mine.
Look, you can't push people out of the way...
looking for your personal space...
and expect them not to push back.
You kill hit men, the Mob comes.
You stick a cop on the wall, the police come.
These bums, they're just innocent bystanders...
caught in the middle of your storm.
- Whatever. - You have a purpose, Spawn...
whether you want to believe it or not.
The sooner you accept it, the better off you'll be.
l love ice cream
- Hello, Billy. - How do you know my name?
- l'm a fan. - A what?
A fan.
- Been admiring your work for some time. - Why?
l just love to see the children's faces when you're with them.
You like kids. Don't you, Billy?
Me too.
But l'm a clown. l'm supposed to.
Hey. You wanna go to a party?
- When? - Later tonight, across town.
lt'll be a real scream.
l promise.
The investigation has now officially turned into a full-scale manhunt.
Very few details have been released.
We have confirmation that at least one officer has been killed at this point.
Also, the Senate has narrowly defeated the federal relief taxation bills...
spearheaded by Senator McMillan...
who received much opposition from Republicans and Democrats.
McMillan, who's running for president...
has been unavailable for comment.
Ready, Cyan?
Great catch, honey!
Good job.
Come on, honey. Mommy has to go inside.
Yes, this is she.
Yes, l know Max Kivala.
Oh, God, no.
Not Max.
When? How?
Yes, he worked for me. When did this happen?
No, you don't have a right to know what we were working on.
His wife? Yes, l know her.
Let her tell me that. l don't trust--
Cyan? Cyan.
Cyan, where are you, honey?
Hellspawns begin to take sides in their own minds.
Right, wrong. Moral, immoral.
Good, evil.
None are ever sure where they will fall.
What you doing with the heaters?
Lots of unfriendly traffic flowing through here.
So, that's it now? lt's become an eye for an eye.
The government taught me how to fight, how to kill. That's all l got left.
lf you don't have the stomach for it, get the hell outta here.
All units, a report of a child kidnapping on the south side of Queens.
Female, approximately four years old.
Answers to the name of Cyan. Units are rolling.
- Cyan? - You know her?
What are you gonna do?
You gonna help get the kid back?
Attention, assholes.
This is the police.
Drop all weapons. Come out with your hands over your heads.
Twitch, where the hell have you been?
We got this cop-killing, kidnapping bastard cornered. He ain't getting away.
Hold your fire!
Preacher, just let the boy go and no one has to get hurt here.
Oh, yes, someone does.
He's armed!
Don't be a fool. Calm down.
Don't do anything stupid. Give me the grenade.
l promise you, you and the boy will be protected.
Sure.
lt's okay. lt's still got a pin.
Everything's fine.
Well, not quite.
Nobody move!
Do you have him?
Drop him.
Goddamn it.
Nice shot.
Holy shit.
- Holy shit! - Oh, my God! Move! Move!
- Move! - Go!
Finally, having chosen a side...
and released of some inner guilt...
the warrior is now free to pursue his personal mission...
unfettered.
God help those in his path.
Glad to be out of that skin.
Ooh, that was tight, especially in the crotch.
Move from this spot and you'll be sorry, girlie.
Hello, little girl.
Do you like tutti-frutti?
ls it real?
lt's grade-A. l got a reputation to keep.
Do you want the shit or not?
l'll have to check with the man first.
lf you can't make a decision yourself, don't worry about coming back.
Eat me, baldy.
You know the Mouth?
Goddamn it, this hurts.
Yeah, that's me.
A little girl was kidnapped yesterday. Cyan Fitzgerald.
Who took her?
Okay, Mouth, speak.
Who took her?
Okay! Okay!
Twist! Tony fucking Twist!
Christ. What the hell happened? We're gone maybe five minutes.
Deke! Vinny!
Holy shit.
Jesus fucking Christ!
He has the girl.
Hey. Shit face.
He had a dirty mouth...
and so do you.
Come on, honey. lt's time to dance.
Get me Tony. Now!
ls that right?
Well, you tell the honorable senator from Bumfuck...
l want to be able to count on his endorsement...
or he can count on his drug addiction making the front page...
of every major paper in the country.
Y'all take care now.
Where the hell are we? l said the Waldorf, not the waterfront.
What the hell is this?
Hey, goddamn it!
For God's sake, what now?
Something is amiss, Senator. Something is not right with the world.
Do you know what that might be?
My heart can't take much more of this cloak-and-dagger bullshit.
Someone has sent your prodigal son...
on a decidedly untimely rampage.
My son?
Little bastard Billy. He's fucking up my plans.
What are you saying?
Did you send Billy after Wanda Blake's child?
Absolutely not.
- All right. - What happened?
How did he get her?
lf it wasn't me, then who--
There are forces at work here, Chapel...
shadow players who have decided to remain nameless for the time being.
Someone's playing your game.
We'll see.
l'll get your lost weapons and hunt down this soldier killer.
Just remember, the clock's ticking.
Don't worry.
This won't take long.
Look, let's run it down again.
We've been through this already.
- What are you doing to find Cyan? - Humor me, please, Mr. Fitzgerald.
l need to make sure nothing's missed.
- What about gambling debts? - None.
Affairs? A jealous lover?
Somebody you screwed in a business deal? Friends? Ex-partners?
Easy. We're just trying to get at the truth.
What about your jobs?
You work for the government. Your wife is an attorney.
Okay, what about that?
Oh, God.
The Watson case.
My case. They took her.
They killed Max and took her.
My baby. lt's all my fault. lf anything happens--
Find Cyan, Detective.
Find out who took our little girl.
Get the plane ready. l gotta get outta town.
The boys are on their way, and now Wynn will be on my ass...
'cause you lost the kid!
Shut up, goddamn it! Get it done!
l warned you, you fat piece of shit.
- Let me explain! - Where's the little girl?
- l'm trying to tell you! - Where is she?
Somebody took her from us!
- Address? - l don't know!
Some freak in an ice cream truck! Somebody must've tipped him off!
Please don't hurt me! l'm telling you the truth!
l swear on my mother's life!
l swear l didn't know. Not at first anyway.
He's my flesh and blood. He's done bad things. Who hasn't?
God forgive me, l had to protect him. lt required some serious arm-twisting.
l hate these friggin' reports.
You oughta be doing this shit, Twitch.
l hate typing up these five-fives.
lf you can't beat 'em, join 'em. lt's not like l had a choice.
Made a few calls--
Aw, shit. Goddamn it.
- lt's not that big a deal. - Sir, l've got it.
The alley murders. Stevens. The whole ball of wax.
-Don't keep me in suspense. Spit it out. -Extortion.
Stevens recorded a cellular phone call between an unknown individual...
and Senator Scott McMillan.
- McMillan? - Yes, sir.
McMillan, as it turns out, has an illegitimate son...
who happens to enjoy dismembering little children.
Oh, man. McMillan's been covering for this sick bastard.
Way ahead of me, as always.
Stevens planned to sell his story to the Washington Post.
An attempt to blackmail McMillan obviously failed...
putting Stevens' life in danger.
Stevens goes underground long enough to benefit from the media merry-go-round.
McMillan finds him, gets some wise guys to kill him along with the reporters.
ln a nutshell, sir.
So our preacher wasn't the child killer after all.
No, sir, he wasn't.
So you were right. So what? You got a name on this pus bag?
Yes, sir. His name is Billy Kincaid.
Great work, Twitch.
Thank you, sir.
- Your praise makes it all worthwhile. - Yeah, whatever.
But now it's time to get busy with what l'm good at.
l want every officer briefed on this thing pronto.
This guy's ass is gonna be mine, dead or alive. You got me?
Time to have that ice cream.
Such a pretty one.
Do you like the music?
l like the music very much.
Would you like to dance?
Just you and me.
But first...
l scream, you scream
We all scream for ice cream
Chocolate pecan and strawberry whirls.
Very good.
Move away from the child.
Now.
Do this right, and no one gets hurt.
Now God be with you, gentlemen, and kick ass. Out.
You're on fire!
Son of a bitch!
Come on, damn it! Let's move!
All units, suspect is headed south on Van Buren.
Vehicle is a white panel truck.
lce cream design on both sides.
Suspect considered armed and extremely dangerous.
l want this fucking psycho stopped.
They think they've got the guy.
Come on. Come on, people! Let's roll!
- What's going on? ls it my daughter? - Maybe.
Units are in pursuit of a potential suspect.
- Oh, my God. - What about Cyan?
- We don't know yet. - We're going with you.
And so he grabs the girl--
l can't take this.
He grabs her, and then--
And the house blows up!
Who's that on top of the truck? An accomplice?
No idea, sir.
lf he's in the way, he's history. Am l clear?
Crystal clear, sir.
lt's not even his kid!
Come here, you fat bastard!
This is bullshit! l want a blockade all around this piss hole!
Nobody in or out.
And for Christ's sake, let's get it right this time.
Let her go.
For some warriors...
the answer is crystallized in an instant.
Their instincts point them only one way.
The truth becomes undeniable...
and apocalyptic.
Cyan!
This is all coming together so nicely.
Remember, there's no room for pussies in Satan's army.
You don't belong here.
Help, Daddy!
Kill him.
Kill him!
What the fuck?
Hey, you assholes.
That wasn't in the goddamn script.
You don't realize what's at stake here. Get with the fucking program.
Get up, you worthless sack of shit.
l want my ice cream.
Sorry, asshole. We're all out of ice cream.
Good help is so goddamn hard to find.
He made a fucking deal.
The boss won't be happy when he hears about this.
You really fucked yourself this time.
This ain't over, Spawn.
You made a fucking deal.
l want my mommy.
You--
You go to your mommy now.
She'll take care of you.
You're gonna be all right now.
Thank you.
Look. There's the little girl.
Hold your fire. lt's the kid.
You all right, honey?
l want my mommy.
Cyan.
Mommy!
Thank you. Thank you, God.
Daddy.
Honey...
where'd you get this?
He gave it to me, Mommy.
Who, sweetheart?
The sad man.
For all Hellspawns...
a time comes when the stage is set.
All sides have been chosen.
The world and its rules have been defined...
and the real war, in all its apocalyptic horror...
is finally ready to begin.
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