Spawn

MY BEST AGENTS ARE COMING BACK IN BODY BAGS.

FITZGERALD COULDN'T HAVE DONE ALL THAT ALONE.

I'M A REPORTER FOR THE "WASHINGTON POST".

I'LL SHOW YOU SOMETHING THAT YOU'RE GONNA LIKE.

THESE MUST BE THE MISSING WEAPONS

THAT MY SOURCE WAS TALKING ABOUT.

BANKS HAS EVERY COP IN BROOKLYN LOOKING FOR FITZGERALD.

HEY, YOU!

I NEED TO CALL MY WIFE.

LIE DOWN ON THE STREET!

SOMEONE'S OUT THERE AND THEY'RE GETTING CLOSER.

I WANT YOU TO FIND THEM, BEFORE THEY FIND ME.

YOU LOOK SPOOKED.

I WON'T LET ANYTHING HAPPEN TO YOU.

SHE WAS AFRAID OF ME.

YOU CANNOT HAVE THAT LIFE BACK.

I CAN'T GO ON LIKE THIS ANYMORE...

HIDING IN THE SHADOWS, I'M SICK OF IT.

I NEED HELP!

IT'S ME.

I'M YOUR HUSBAND.

DON'T CRY, MOMMY.

THAT WAS THE SAD MAN.

WHAT?

HE SAVED ME.

NO!

NO MATTER WHAT CULTURE,

THE ONE THING THAT HAS ALWAYS BEEN CONSTANT,

IS THE EXISTENCE OF EVIL.

THE PRESENCE OF A HELL SPAWN.

THE CURSE HAS BEEN THERE SINCE THE VERY BEGINNING.

FROM THE DARKNESS EACH ONE HAS BEEN CHOSEN,

HAND-PICKED TO HARVEST MORE AND MORE SOULS BY THE DEVIL.

BUT THIS SPAWN, OUR SPAWN,

IS A LITTLE BIT DIFFERENT.

HE DOESN'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT FOLLOWING ANY OF HELL'S RULES.

THE DREAMS KEEP COMING.

I CAN'T SEEM TO STOP THEM, TO SHUT THEM OUT.

IN THE DREAMS, I SEE A SECOND REAL WORLD

WHERE THE DEAD APPEAR TO ME.

NOW I KNOW THAT THE DEAD LIVE ON.

I'M CONNECTED NOT TO THIS KILLER,

HE'S JUST A CIPHER.

I'M CONNECTED TO THE ONE WHO SENT THE KILLER.

I HAVE FELT A PRESENCE OF EVIL

AND FIND COMFORT IN ITS FAMILIARITY.

IT'S BEEN GUIDING ME ALL ALONG

AND WILL HELP ME CHANGE THE WORLD.

MERRICK.

Yes, Jason?

STEP IN HERE FOR A MOMENT.

I'm on my way.

MERRICK?

MERRICK, THAT YOU?

ALRIGHT, STEP OUT SLOWLY.

I'VE COME TO TAKE YOU TO HELL.

WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?

YOU TAKE SUCH PLEASURE IN DESTROYING LIVES.

HELL HAS BEEN WAITING FOR YOU.

YOU'RE THE ONE, THE ONE IN MY DREAMS.

CAN YOU SMELL IT?

THE SMELL OF BURNING FLESH.

WHAT ARE YOUR SINS, JASON WYNN?

ARE YOU READY FOR JUDGMENT DAY?

AAHH...!

JASON...

SOMETHING'S WRONG, I CAN HEAR IT IN YOUR VOICE.

NO, NOTHING.

YOU RETREAT HERE, HIDING IN THE SHADOWS OF THIS ALLEY,

BECAUSE YOU DON'T WANT TO FACE THE TRUTH,

THE TRUTH OF YOUR EXISTENCE.

YOU MADE THE DEAL WITH MALEBOLGIA.

I CAME BACK FOR HER,

BUT SHE SEES WHAT A MONSTER I AM.

I CAN'T LET THAT BE THE END OF US.

YOU WILL ONLY BRING HER MORE PAIN.

LET HER GO.

I CAN'T!

I HAVE TO PROTECT HER FROM WYNN.

YOU HAVE BROUGHT THIS EVIL INTO HER LIFE,

THE STINK OF HELL, BROUGHT BACK FROM YOUR MASTER.

WHO DO YOU THINK WRAPPED YOU IN THAT SHROUD?

IT WAS MALEBOLGIA!

ARE YOU GOING TO SEND HIM THE DARK SOUL OF JASON WYNN?

WYNN HAD ME MURDERED!

HE'LL KILL WANDA, TOO, IF I DON'T STOP HIM.

YOUR LIFE AND JASON WYNN'S LIFE HAVE ALWAYS BEEN ENTWINED.

MALEBOLGIA HAS BEEN GUIDING BOTH OF YOU.

YOU ARE BLOOD BROTHERS.

WHO ARE YOU? HOW DO YOU KNOW THESE THINGS?

BECAUSE HE WAS ONCE MY MASTER, TOO.

LISTEN TO ME, HELL SPAWN.

I'M YOUR ONLY HOPE.

MAYBE YOU WERE SENT BY HIM TO CONFUSE ME.

I WILL PROTECT MY WIFE!

HOW ARE YOU GOING TO DO THAT? BY KILLING JASON WYNN?

THAT'S WHAT YOUR MASTER WANTS.

IF YOU SEND HIS SOUL TO HELL,

HE'LL COME BACK AS POWERFUL AS YOU ARE.

I CAN SHOW YOU HOW TO BREAK THE CURSE,

BUT YOU HAVE TO STOP THE SAVAGE KILLING.

WYNN IS GOING TO DIE...

AND TO HELL WITH HIM.

Tomorrow, an exclusive "Washington Post" story

will report allegations of an NSC cover-up

involving the disappearance of a large supply

of new generation weapons.

The article states

that the weapons were stolen several months ago

from the NSC's highest security compound.

Sources from inside the NSC allege

that its top officials

may have concealed knowledge of the theft.

The Attorney General's office

is promising a complete investigation.

DO WE HAVE OUR CONTINGENCY PLAN, MR. WYNN?

ALL THAT POWER COMES WITH A PRICE TAG.

TIME WE COLLECTED ON YOUR BAR TAB...

WYNN.

MAYBE IT'S TIME YOU MADE NEW FRIENDS.

GOT NEXT TO THE MAN WITH THE MASTER PLAN.

MERRICK!

THOSE DEMONS INSIDE YOU WAITING TO GET OUT!

YES, JASON, WHAT'S WRONG?

DID YOU SEE THAT...?

ON THE TV?

The NSC has refused to comment.

I HAVE A LEGAL RIGHT TO MAKE A PHONE CALL.

YOU HAVEN'T CHARGED ME WITH ANYTHING, HAVE YOU?

I HAVEN'T HEARD ANYONE READ ME MY RIGHTS.

SO, I'M NOT PLAYING YOUR GAME.

YOUR PRINTS ARE ALL OVER THAT CRIME SCENE.

YOUR LIFE IS OVER.

HAD TO CUT THAT SHORT,

BURKE AND TWITCH CAME INTO THE OBSERVATION ROOM.

YOU KNOW WHAT A TIGHT-ASS TWITCH IS ABOUT PROCEDURE.

THAT GUY'S COOL UNDER PRESSURE.

I'M STILL UNCLEAR WHY CHIEF BANKS

DIDN'T ALLOW US TO QUESTION THIS SUSPECT.

BECAUSE I THINK THAT GUY'S A FED.

THERE WERE TWO NSC AGENTS HANGING BY THEIR NECKS FROM RAFTERS.

EXCUSE ME, DETECTIVES BURKE AND WILLIAMS...

I'M LISA WU, "WASHINGTON POST".

YOU'RE INVESTIGATING THE MURDERS

COMMITTED IN THE ALLEYS OFF 42nd STREET.

I NEVER TALK TO THE PRESS

UNLESS I'M GETTING THE SCORE ON A YANKEE GAME.

BUT THE CORONER SAYS THAT MOST OF THE VICTIMS WERE STRANGLED,

NECKS, BACKS BROKEN.

BUT THERE WERE THREE VICTIMS WHO DIED

STRICTLY FROM GUNSHOT WOUNDS.

I'M ASSUMING YOU HAVE SOME LEADS ON POSSIBLE SUSPECTS.

HAVE YOU FOUND THE GUNS USED IN THE MURDERS?

TWITCH, DO YOU KNOW?

MY MEMORY'S FADING, SIR.

I'VE BEEN ASKING AROUND ABOUT YOU GUYS.

WORD IS THAT YOU'RE BOTH STRAIGHT ARROW COPS,

AND I LIKE THAT.

YOUR JOB IS TO FIND THE TRUTH, MY JOB IS TO REPORT IT.

I ADMIRE YOUR PERSISTENCE.

I HAVE A FEELING THAT THERE ARE TRUTHS THAT YOU KNOW

THAT MAY BE HELPFUL TO US.

TELL ME ABOUT THE FED YOU'RE HOLDING

AND I'LL SHOW YOU THE MURDER WEAPON.

UH, STEP INTO MY OFFICE.

THAT WAS VERY NICELY DONE, MS. WU.

YOU KNOW, SPAWN, YOU'RE FUCKING THINGS UP.

YOU'RE PISSING THE MAN OFF.

THE LAST TIME I SAW HIM PISSED OFF, LOOK WHAT HE DID TO ME.

YOU THINK I LIKE LOOKING LIKE THIS?

I'M A CLOWN, A DISGUSTING FUCKING LITTLE DWARF!

IT SUITS YOU.

I CAN FORGET ABOUT GETTING LAID.

I SEE THE WAY PEOPLE LOOK AT ME.

BUT ENOUGH ABOUT ME, YOU GOTTA TAKE OUT YOUR ENEMIES.

THAT WOULD BE JASON WYNN.