Gargoyles

1,000 years ago, superstition and the sword ruled.

It was a time of darkness. It was a world of fear.

It was the age of gargoyles.

Stone by day, warriors by night.

We were betrayed by the humans we had sworn to protect,

frozen in stone by a magic spell for a thousand years.

Now, here in Manhattan...

the spell is broken, and we live again!

We are defenders of the night.

We are gargoyles.

Previously on "Gargoyles":

David told me you'd come. He created the Pack, you know.

Me, Wolf, Hyena, Jackal, Dingo. Made us stars.

Why are Jackal and Hyena trying to kill him?

They don't know he's the boss. Only I do.

David told me to have them make himself the next target.

He set up his own assassination attempt.

He's the most brilliant man on the face of the earth.

What in the world...? Nice and easy, Jack.

Aah!

What...? Ahh!

Two hundred three, two hundred four,

two hundred five, two hundred...

-six. -Dingo! How did you...?

Answers later. Right now, you'd best stand away from the door.

- -Come along, mates.

The guards'll be wanting to talk to us soon, most likely.

Why do you read that stuff?

Because Nietzsche's too butch,

and Kafka reminds me of your little friends over there.

Gotcha.

Nice shot. Good day, ladies.

-Who the devil are you? -Call me Coyote.

Coming? Or would you rather rot in jail?

Well! I like a man who brings me weapons.

Here's something to remember me by. For about five seconds!

Hyena, no! There's no need to kill her.

I beg to differ.

-You're wasting time. Let's go. -No. I'm staying here.

-What?! -I'm going to serve my time. Pay my debt.

She's lost it. We'd better take them both out.

-No time. Come on! -Oh!

OK, Rover. But you'd better be awful cute behind that mask.

-Stop! -Hit the deck, face down.

Do it now!

What are you doing? There's no way out here.

My mistake.

What now, mystery man?

-Ahh! -

Oh, you're just full of surprises.

Now what?

OK, I'm impressed.

Where's Fox? Who's this guy?

He's Coyote, the guy who's saving your tail.

-How are we going to get out of here? -Oh, ye of little faith.

Whoa!

You all have exact change, I hope?

Fasten your seat belts and return seats and tray tables to the upright position.

-What is it, Elisa? -Bad news, I'm afraid.

-The Pack escaped from Rikers Island. -What?

-Nice wake-up call. -We've gotta track them down now,

-before the trail gets cold. -How did it happen?

Dingo and somebody dressed in black took 'em out, quick and clean.

What are we waiting for?

Where do we start? Manhattan is a bigger castle than the one we used to protect.

The Pack Media Studios. They'll go back to it like snakes to a nest.

And I'll be waiting for them.

-Lexington, wait. -That's the first place we're checking.

OK, Lex. You and me, we'll check it out.

-You want to come too, Bronx? - Uh-huh.

The Pack won't be foolish enough to go to the studio.

Aye. I think we have to trace this problem back to its source.

The man who created the Pack.

Xanatos.

Automatic pilot engaged.

-What about radar? -Not to worry, we're stealth-rigged.

-All right, here's the plan... -Hold up, dogface.

Who died and left you in charge?

I've appointed myself leader in Fox's absence.

Congratulations. You just set the record for the shortest term in office.

Back off, Wolf. You don't know what you're dealing with here.

Good point. When's the last time you tore an iron gate off its hinges?

I'll just have to settle for me tearing this jerk in half.

Want to see me use both hands?

Coyote, huh? When I get through with you they'll call you "Roadkill"!

Gotcha!

Don't feel too bad. I am wearing battle armor, after all.

OK, masked man. You broke us out of stir, you've got some nice moves.

I'll give you that. You're even kinda cute.

But the Pack doesn't follow just anybody.

For the last time, who are you?

-Surprise. -

And you said there ain't no Santa Claus.

You just bought yourself some serious payback, rich man.

Fox got you all put away. This guy busted you out.

It was Fox who sent you to assassinate me, remember? She's out of the picture.

And it's the gargoyles who are our real enemies. They put me in jail too once.

I don't know about you, but I don't intend to let them go unpunished.

-Keep talking. -First...

I thought you might like to slip into something more comfortable.