Where do the dead belong...
in the world of the living?
For this newest Spawn, moments of peace never come.
His memories are fragments of the life he once had.
For a Hell Spawn...
memories replay his soul's own personal hell.
Hey, you're gonna have to speak up, Al, if you wanna be heard.
Oh boy, whatcha doing, tough guy?
Let me guess.
You're just now remembering who torched your sorry ass.
l love it when that happens.
Time for you to learn something from all this fun.
No one can be trusted.
This? This isn't about trust.
lt's about dominance and submission.
lt's about power!
lt's never about trust!
l mean, you couldn't trust your sweet little Wanda...
with good old Terry, right?
You're alone now, Spawn.
Ain't no one covering your back anymore.
l love it when you get rough.
Go on, do it. Let yourself go, Spawn.
You got the killing fever!
Winter has brought the hunter's moon...
with its cold, white light.
The hunter's moon is so bright...
that predators choose this night for the hunt.
And tonight, in the alleys...
Spawn can sense that he is the hunted one.
Hey, Al, come on over.
lt's warm by the fire.
The Hell Spawn hides himself away...
with that instinct which predators have.
Away from weariness, confusion...
and torment.
They choose solitude, hiding in the shadows.
They are not your enemies.
- They are the only friends you have. - Friends?
They are my enemies!
A Hell Spawn is returned to earth soulless...
his mind ravaged...
his memory shattered.
They took everything away!
They made me a monster.
Mr. Amir, with your country's reputation...
no one in the free world will sell you these kinds of weapons except for me.
Four hundred million wins your war.
Wynn, you're beautiful.
You start a war, and then sell arms to both sides.
- Whoever wins is your new best friend. - You have your directives.
lt's not working for me. The alley location doesn't make sense.
Missile fragments were found there.
Serial numbers match our missing weapons.
Let's get something clear right now. l own you.
l'm not interested in how you think things should work. Understood?
And Special Ops has reconned the target for you.
Why am l wasting my time with this bullshit?
We got guns in practically every third-world country.
What's so special about these?
l need those guns off the streets, Chapel.
That ordinance is traceable to me!
Chapel, did you hear what l said?
Tonight.
l've never seen a moon like that.
Yeah, l hear ya.
Weird shit always happens when we have a moon like that. l don't like it.
- Get down! - Oh, shit!
All right. Now that l have everybody's attention...
let's get this over with real quick, okay?
There were weapons fired in this alley.
They look like this.
One was a shoulder-fired missile.
lt makes a big noise.
l'm sure you would remember it.
Tell me where they are...
or l'll put you worthless pieces of shit out of your misery.
l don't know.
l think you're a smart old fart.
Let's see how high that l.Q. of yours is.
Wait. l don't-- No!
Tell me where the guns are.
But l don't know!
Maybe Al.
Al? ls Al the guy who knows things around here?
Okay. Let's go talk to Al.
Hey! You're going to have to speak up if you want to be heard.
Jesus, just a kid!
Never thought this job would come to this.
What? You're going to have to speak up, kid, if you want to be heard.
lt's not just a job, it's an adventure!
Oh, Al?
- Night, angel. - Night.
Good night.
Every night you put Cyan asleep, then go back to the Agency.
Will you tell me what's going on?
l want to keep you safe.
- The less you know, the better. - l don't understand this.
You're a desk jockey. A nice safe job.
l like knowing l won't get a phone call saying you're missing or dead.
l think l found something they didn't want me to find.
Sometimes there's an agency inside the Agency keeping secrets.
l'll get it straightened out.
l gotta go.
Be careful.
Wanda?
l forgot something.
- l love you. - l love you, Terry.
l'll always come home to you.
Don't worry.
Come on, Amos, tell me what you know.
l don't know!
Look at that! Broken glass. Good as a scalpel.
Don't. l'm tellin' you--
The guns. Our guns, Amos!
lt's not like you're protecting the family jewels.
But hey, l can cut those off, too!
Well! What have we here?
Al?
Are you Al?
What is this, Gay Pride Day?
l like the mask, but l think the cape is a little much.
- How the hell did you do that? - Stand up. l'll show you.
Son of a bitch!
lt's you!
Chapel!
l remember you.
lt's okay, Amos, l got ya.
What the fuck?
From Joliet, lllinois, right?
- What? - Say what?
That's where the state prison is...
where you were born.
Who the fuck are you?
Your worst fucking nightmare.
Say it!
Yeah. We know each other real well.
l know where you buried that girl in Guatemala.
l even know about that singer in Rio. Don Juan of Killers, you said.
You're not him.
Why don't you tell me who l am.
Tell me.
Tell me who l am!
Simmons?
l want you to feel what it's like trapped in a box.
No light, no air, suffocating in the darkness and left to rot.
Jesus Christ!
lnternal investigation records, entry 75.
Tracking shipments of ground-air patriot missiles to client countries.
Running up the numbers on toe missiles.
lsrael, Kuwait. Database confirmation of serial numbers.
Ordinance shipped and received?
l guess the world sleeps safely tonight.
But l don't trust numbers.
Let's see if the satellite can verify. Cross-referencing global positioning.
No signal, no position given.
Those missiles never arrived!
One of my own.
Give me a name.
Cerebus. That's a Deep Black Project.
Bypassing security codes. Someone removed the transmitters!
Where the hell are these weapons?
Fitzgerald.
Shit!
- No one can survive! Come on! - Can you hear me? Al!
Whatcha doing? He's dead! The whole fucking building fell on him.
- Here! - Oh, shit!
l trusted you with my life.
A hundred times!
We were partners, Jess. Brothers!
Come on, Jess, work the scenario just like the old days.
Show me why you did it!
You take off the lens cap?
Wynn sent me to find you. Said you were going to be my albatross.
l think he called it ''partner.''
So you're the one who took a bullet for a liberal.
- l guess that's dedication. - The president's a president.
ls that right? ln Covert Ops, maybe not always.
-What's so funny? -l'm here because l killed the assassin.
You know, the one you let get away.
You were the only one l let in.
l trusted you.
Why, Jess?
Why?
You stupid son of a bitch!
You were always the target!
From the day we met, my job was to whack you...
when the time came!
Who gave the order? Who was it?
lt was Wynn!
He gave me the order, but l wanted to do it.
Wynn?
Guess l won. l won.
Know me!
Jesus Christ!
No! You're not him!
Touch it!
lt's real. Feel it. You made it!
No, you can't be alive.
l'm not, asshole!
You took everything from me.
Hey, you're gonna have to speak up, Al, if you wanna be heard.
Oh, God!
Simmons!
Kill me.
Finish it!
There's no coming back.
No. l'm going to let you live...
longer than you want to.
You can't do this to me!
l killed him, and he came back from the dead.
No one can come back!
But he did, he did!
Why, Jess? Why?
They're coming back. l killed them.
Look, they're coming back!
- l trusted you. - l can't kill them!
They keep coming back!
l killed them, but they come back.
They won't stay dead.
They keep coming back!
Born out of darkness...
a Hell Spawn is isolated, confused, tormented.
He finds no solace in his own thoughts.
They are distorted, twisted, grotesque.
Whatever fragments of memories that remain...
are not his own.
They are intruders.
Memories are his enemy.
l always wanted you, Wanda.
Terry, you're more of a man than Al ever was.
l'm glad we got rid of that son of a bitch.
Oh, God!
Stay out of my dreams!
Your dreams?
Malebolgia owns you.
You are his bitch!
You don't have shit.
Nothing but a cheap suit and a bad complexion.
Don't you get it, Spawny?
Your friends all fucked ya!
This Wanda fetish you have is getting embarrassing.
l don't want to hear her name from your filthy mouth!
Yes! Nice shot, Spawny.
You're dealing with some misplaced anger here. Don't get pissed at me.
l'm the one who's helping you out.
l'm not the one who stole your wife.
But think about it.
Just how well did you know Terry anyway?
Terry.
Why don't we have Fitzgerald shake hands with Mr. Amir?
- They're such old friends. - What are we really looking at?
A traitor, Mr. Bergun, and he's about to be dealt with.
What some men will do for money.
lt's a travesty. Selling missiles to a known terrorist.
The voice?
The voice is easier than the visual, Mr. Wynn.
Psychological profile?
Paranoid, delusional. lt reads like a Greek tragedy.
Shame how quickly a man can crash and burn.
Splendid observation.
Keep it in mind should you ever be tempted to shop your skills.
l am aware of your reputation, sir.
Of course you are.
Your fee has already been wired.
- Yes? - Fitzgerald is on the loose.
l want my missiles moved out of that warehouse tonight.
Right now!
Merrick will have coordinates for delivery.
Oh, and send me Leon now.
Fitzgerald is a traitor, and how does our agency handle traitors?
They are liquidated.
l want you to use Leon and that hillbilly kid.
l don't trust that hillbilly. He worked for the Russian mob.
l trust him.
You've been gone for hours. What's wrong?
l've been walking around thinking.
l wanted to see you and Cyan and tell you that l might be gone a few days.
What's going on?
l feel like my whole life is collapsing around me.
Talk to me.
l'm so tired l can't think straight. l gotta go!
Now? lt's 3:00.
You have a wife and a child.
- Let someone else take care of it. - l'm all alone on this.
You're doing fieldwork like Al did.
Don't lay that on me! You've got to trust me. l have to do this.
Trust? Don't ask a widow for blind trust.
l trust with my eyes wide open, so you better tell me what's going on now!
l can't! l'm trying to protect you.
Al said the same thing. You're not protecting me, you're scaring me!
l won't raise a fatherless child.
Thanks for all the support. l have to go.
He's en route.
Where's he going?
The warehouse.
You won't be killing him. He's mine.
Buddy, you okay?
Holy shit!
Unit 12, l need backup, Riverside and 110th.
Ten of ours to bring in one guy? What is he, dusted?
No drugs in his system.
- The doctor feels there's brain damage. - Shit! Where did they pick this guy up?
The alleys where we're investigating those murders, sir. Coincidence?
- l don't believe in coincidences. - Neither do l, sir.
Not down there.
Shit! Well, there's the problem right there.
He uses too much makeup. That can drive a guy nuts.
Ritualistic markings. Very primal. Yes.
African warriors use similar markings. The skull signifies death.
Looks military. Special Forces training.
No tags. Mercenary, maybe.
His fingerprints have been burned off.
lt'll be hard to make a positive l.D.
Looks like we got ourselves a real pro.
Christ!
l killed him! Do you hear me? l killed him!
Confessions of a fruitcake. Probably nothing.
- Check the alleys for another body. - Nothing left to come back. He's gone.
Yes?
We just picked up one of your boys.
A triggerman with a skull painted on his face? Sound familiar?
l want him cut loose.
l don't think you do. He looks like he's been through a war.
He's a time bomb.
All right. l'll attend to it myself.
Chapel. Another disappointment.
Who the fuck are you?
Get your hands off me!
Selling arms to a terrorist.
That was an improper thing to do, Mr. Fitzgerald.
This is bullshit!
Of course it is.
Anything more to say?
You can't just--
You just resisted arrest.
Holy shit!
Call in B-team. Fitzgerald's got backup.
Hello, Leon.
He's got help. Kill both of them.
Are you guys ready for this? Do you want the hottest abs around? You can!
Your butt's gonna be so hot!
And your body, perfect!
Move away from the desk.
Now, drop your gun belt, and put your hands behind your back.
How many people are here?
Just a couple this shift. lt's mostly automated.
Cut the phones and the security.
This was supposed to be a piece of action.
Suddenly we have wet works inside a building l have no blueprints for.
l'll be your eyes and ears, Leon.
l don't like a woman watchin' my back. They're too soft.
Not Merrick. We did a hard contract against the Russian mob.
She got hit and left behind. They used her badly.
- l'd like to use her badly. - You talk too much.
- Shit! - Hey, wait!
Ah, shit!
l've gotta find those missiles.
lt's the only way out of this mess. Come on!
They've gotta be here.
Yes! Got 'em!
Shit!
Hey, you gotta call the police.
Lady--
l don't know if you boys have noticed, but our target is about to escape.
lf you take your thumbs out of your asses, you might be able to catch him.
He's up there!
This ol' boy's a hard dog to keep under the porch.
When l catch this jackrabbit, l'm gonna skin him.
Don't underestimate this guy.
He's a boy scout. He doesn't know what he's going to do next.
l know some of those Russians. Who were they?
Don't know. After Merrick was done with them, they couldn't identify the bodies.
Jesus.
l was just doing my job! Why are they doing this to me?
Hey, little rabbit, you down that rabbit hole?
What are you waiting for? Pop him!
The asshole took your old lady.
He torched ya, ya dumb shit.
As sure as if it was his hand on the torch.
He needed ya gone!
Come on! lf ever there was a motive...
that every fucking body understands...
it was, ''He took my woman!''
l need him alive...
till l know the truth.
Let's see.
Beautiful young woman desires generous man for new situation.
Not bad.
Open vault 73. Then go for the cops.
There it is.
Holy shit! These are the numbers. The numbers match.
Jesus. Wynn! He's a traitor!
Got him.
Too bad, little lady, wrong turn.
Give me the truth!
Al, if l knew who did it, l'd take him down.
l'll take care of it, buddy. l promise. Good luck up there.
lt's true. You didn't know.
This has all been very messy. l keep a clean house.
Leave! Or we all go.
l've got nothin' to lose.
You won't do it.
You don't have the balls, desk jockey.
That's your whole problem. You're just not the type.
Goddamn it!
So what? So you gave him permission. So he didn't know.
Did he have to screw her? He could've been platonic, right?
Did he have to slam it to her every night?
Every year l ask them to keep his grave better.
And every year they let it go to seed.
Terry, don't leave me the way he did. Promise me no field assignments.
Hey, l won't leave you.
l'm a desk jockey, and l'm proud of it.
Al was my best friend.
He only asked me to do one thing for him: take care of you.
l promised him l would.
He's layin' over there.
Boy scout, you made that fun!
Shit!
You're not going to die on this roof.
Take care of Wanda until l come for her.
This time the Hell Spawn kept the demons at bay.
But he knows they will always return to torment him...
making him blind to the truth.
You let him go? Why?
What did you say?
You! Old bum!
When you let him go, you took a step toward freeing yourself.
How the hell do you know? How do you know any of it?
l know.
You're not the only one touched by this curse.
Who are you?
ln the city, a river of humanity rushes past...
leaving behind in the alleys...
the refuse...
those that become lost in the night...
the sick and the broken.
Spawn shares this alley...
with the lost souls who, like him...
long to escape their wounded and tormented existence.
Does he feel anything at all?
Or is his heart dark and empty...
with no shred of humanity left?
ls the Hell Spawn even aware that his presence...
causes the destruction of those closest to him?
Those he had hoped to protect?
- Everyone's in place, Merrick. - Wynn's still inside with the wife.
lf Fitzgerald comes home, wait until Wynn walks out.
Then kill them all.
Wanda, you've created quite a stir at the NSC.
l don't like getting the runaround.
This is a dangerous situation for Terry.
Who knows what he's capable of doing?
- He needs to turn himself in. - He's not a criminal!
You and l both know that.
- But his behavior, it's erratic. - He's stressed.
You love him, but to the NSC he's a traitor.
That is not Terry.
l hope it's not. lf he calls you here, you must tell him to contact me.
l'm his only hope.
You've already lost one husband. lt would be a shame to lose another.
- Are you having a rough one? - You say something?
- A rough night? - You don't want to know.
- You want to talk about it? - No, thanks. Gonna use the phone.
- Sorry, l didn't mean to pry. - Don't worry about it.
lf you hear anything, Jason, please call me.
Hello? Hello?
Hey, good luck!
What's with this fucking box?
Damn, these are good.
Doughnuts are always better by the dozen.
We don't wanna see any more of you bums. You're driving customers away.
We're trying to run a business.
l don't want to see a single goddamn bum in this alley! You stink!
Don't you have any respect for yourself? lt offends me to smell you!
Let's go!
Let's get the hell outta here!
Jesus!
That was close.
- Please don't hurt me. - Okay. Police.
lt's all right, Hank. lt's us.
Please don't hurt me!
- Easy, easy. - Police.
Easy does it.
What's going on here?
He's going to come down and destroy us! He's coming!
He's coming! The Guardian! You'll see!
He's going to come down and destroy us!
He needs to sleep it off.
Classic paranoid schizophrenia.
He'll protect us!
Great. Add that to the weird shit going on down here.
You're gonna see something!
Everyone will see. He's coming to the pass judgment.
Excuse us.
- Watch it! - You watch it.
That's the dude, man.
Have you two thought about my offer?
You'll make a lot of money with me doing the Lord's work.
Shit, man!
Hey, you, pusher man!
- Grab some fence. - You two, stay right there.
Preacher man, aren't you recruiting young these days?
We all work for the Lord.
Work this!
You don't understand our work here.
Leave those kids alone. You hear me?
Get the hell outta here!
l think they got religion, sir.
Cops. Fucking joke.
lt wasn't the cops who forced Johnny and his boys out.
lt was some ghost that scared them off.
Johnny was Creole. They're spooked by shit like that.
We own these alleys now. l want a steel door, bars on the windows.
And get rid of the bums.
Next.
Brother.
Are you seeking salvation?
What is this?
- We don't take checks. - Right, Mr. Wall Street!
Cash only, to be saved. You already sniffed your stocks up your nose, huh?
lt's cash only, asshole.
Bless you, sister.
Let me ease your pain.
ln the end, they all lust for hell.
What the hell?
Hey, where you running off to, Cinderella?
No one ever listens to me. l hate when people don't listen to me.
We won't be needin' guns for this.
Easy does it. Your brother just wants you to rough him up like last time.
l warned you. You didn't listen to me.
- This is our alley now. - l don't have anyplace left to go!
l won't bother you!
Man, you made me look like a punk in front of my brother!
Now he thinks l can't take care of things.
- You are a punk! Just wait. - What? Come here!
The Guardian's gonna take care of you!
Oh, no.
Oh, God, no!
Joe.
He used to sing me songs.
Joe was nice to me.
Oh, God. We came here because of the Guardian.
- He was gonna protect us. - l don't know, Lucy.
Maybe they're just stories.
No, no, he's our guardian angel.
He's ours. He knows how we feel because he's like us.
Maybe Joe didn't believe! You have to believe in him or he won't come.
That's what you're supposed to do.
Poor Joe! Why do we have to throw him away like this?
The water's so dirty and cold!
No! Please! Oh, please!
Please don't!
Please don't! Please!
Take Lucy away.
Lucy, let's go.
Joe's gonna be okay.
No one can hurt him now.
Yeah.
That's right. No one can hurt you now, Joe.
- Two whole months? - l wish l didn't have to go.
Well, how about something nice...
to remember me by?
Where was he? He was supposed to protect us. Pass judgment!
Shit.
- lt's me, Hank. - You scared the shit out of me.
Could l have a drink, man, please? Thanks.
Easy.
l didn't do shit.
You're the one who told us about him. Why isn't he here?
lsn't he gonna do anything?
Maybe he's not real, just more of your drunk talk.
He's real, Hank.
l'm telling ya, he's bullshit, Careb!
- lt's him! - lt's for real?
There you are! Al, l've been looking for you.
Wait! Wait. Did you hear what happened to us?
That gang!
The sons of bitches went and killed Joe! Bastards.
They killed him. Al, help us. You gotta do something.
What should l do with them?
Kill-- l mean-- You know what l mean.
Get rid of them!
l don't do other people's killings anymore, Careb.
l feel nothing for you or the others.
This place has the stink of hell all over it.
l'm good to no one.
l can't even help the ones l care about.
Al, we're all just scared.
Al, please! l told everybody that you'd help us, protect us.
There's so many of us here now. We're trapped here just like you!
Prisoners.
Answer the question shithead!
l'm looking for someone.
One of my disciples. Real skinny guy.
Answer him.
He's got something of mine. My Bible, and it's very important to me.
The Guardian, why don't you ask him?
The Guardian? Brother, l'm your only savior in these alleys.
A real smart ass, huh?
Have you seen the skinny guy? l'll know if you're lying.
l haven't seen him.
lf you do see him, come and find me.
- Let's go. - Arnie?
Well, what have we here? Maybe this one knows something.
ls that yours?
That is one big piece of ass, man.
Are these your friends?
Yeah, right, baby. We're friends.
- That's it. We're all friends here. - Friends here!
Yeah!
Arnie, why don't you dance with her?
Please, please leave us alone.
Let's go, Donny.
''Leave us alone.'' ls that right?
Come on, baby, dance!
- l like to dance, Arnie. - Lucy, come on!
Show me those legs. That's it.
The old broad's wasted.
Do it! Do it!
Ooh, baby!
He's playing music for me.
Enough!
- Hey, what the fuck? - Enough, you little shit!
- Let's go, Donny boy. - l'm just having fun.
Donny, before the old guy kicks your ass.
You think you can come in here and push us around, humiliate us?
We're not leaving.
You're not a nice man. The Guardian's gonna get you!
Hey, lighten up, Donny boy.
You go give your Guardian that message, old man.
Why don't we bury her like we do the others?
She was afraid of the sewers. lt's cold there.
l promised her l'd always keep her warm.
Cast out of society...
taking refuge amidst the garbage...
like Spawn, himself...
these unclean souls know they will never be accepted...
by the world beyond these alleys.
So they remain here...
trying to hold on to their dignity and sanity.
Hoping for some savior.
A protector. Someone to redeem them.
You pathetic piece of shit, smoking all our merchandise. Come here.
l oughta kick your scrawny ass.
Where's the fucking book?
Oh, yeah.
l got it right here, man. Relax. You worry too much.
What the fuck?
Sticks.
Where the hell are they?
- What are you gonna do? - l'm gonna find those rat fucks now.
And the goddamn Bible so we can all get back to work!
l'm comin' with you.
Stay put.
Earl? Sticks?
Show your face, you chicken shit!
Yes, l got you, you son of a bitch!
l got you!
Donny Boy, it's gonna be okay. l'll get you out of here. Donny!
Guardian. Guardian.
Get up.
Who are you?
You bastards!
You killed my brother!
You're gonna die!
Has this Hell Spawn found some scrap of humanity within himself?
Or is this the act of a predator whose territory has been invaded?
Has his basic instinct to kill taken hold of him?
He knows he has lost again.
The real victor here is the one who sent him...
to harvest more souls.