Spawn

400 YEARS HAVE PASSED.

ONCE AGAIN,

IT IS TIME FOR A NEW WARRIOR

TO EMERGE FROM THE DARKNESS.

HOW DID THIS HAPPEN TO ME?

YOU MADE A DEAL, YOU STUPID SON-OF-A-BITCH.

YOU CUT A DEAL FOR YOUR SOUL.

JESUS!

STAY OUT... HIS ALLEYS.

RED CLOAK.

I THINK HE SAID "CLOAK", SIR.

YOU CAME BACK FOR HER, SPAWN.

YOU CAME BACK FOR WANDA.

THIS IS A CENTRAL INTELLIGENCE AGENCY

SECURITY SHIP COMMANDER.

YOU HAVE ENTERED A RESTRICTED ORDNANCE

STORAGE FACILITY.

I'M NOT INTERESTED IN CODE NUMBERS, TERRY.

WE LOST A RATHER LARGE NUMBER OF WEAPONS

FROM THAT ORDNANCE ANNEX A WEEK AGO.

IT MAY HAVE BEEN AN INSIDE JOB, SIR.

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

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.

SO THAT'S IT NOW...

IT'S BECOME AN EYE-FOR-AN-EYE.

LISTEN OLD MAN,

THE GOVERNMENT TAUGHT ME HOW TO FIGHT, HOW TO KILL.

IT'S ALL I GOT LEFT.

IF YOU DON'T HAVE THE STOMACH FOR IT,

GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE.

THERE ARE FORCES AT WORK HERE, CHAPEL.

SHADOW PLAYERS WHO DECIDED TO REMAIN NAMELESS

FOR THE TIME BEING.

SOMEONE'S PLAYING YOUR GAME.

WE'LL SEE.

HONEY, WHERE'D YOU GET THIS?

HE GAVE IT TO ME, MOMMY, HE DID.

WHO, SWEETHEART?

THE SAD MAN.

WANDA...

AL...

YOU REALLY FUCKED YOURSELF THIS TIME.

THIS AIN'T OVER, SPAWN.

YOU MADE A FUCKING DEAL.

NO!!

BETRAYAL...

IT CUTS THE DEEPEST

WHEN THE BETRAYER'S SOMEONE CLOSE,

SOMEONE YOU'VE TRUSTED.

THE GUY YOU THOUGHT WAS YOUR BUDDY

AND WHO'S HAND YOU WOULD HAVE PLACED YOUR LIFE.

IN THE CASE OF AL SIMMONS,

THE ULTIMATE BETRAYAL WAS TO FIND HIMSELF

STARING DOWN THE BARREL OF A FLAMETHROWER.

THE GUY AT THE OTHER END PULLING THE TRIGGER,

THE GUY THAT HE TRUSTED,

NOW SMILING AS HE WATCHED AL BURN ALIVE.

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 WANT TO BE HEARD.

OH BOY, WHATCHA DOING, TOUGH GUY?

LET ME GUESS...

YOU'RE JUST NOW REMEMBERING

WHO TORCHED YOUR SORRY ASS.

I LOVE IT WHEN THAT HAPPENS.

TIME FOR YOU TO LEARN SOMETHING FROM ALL THIS,

SPAWN,

NO ONE CAN BE TRUSTED.

THIS WORLD ISN'T ABOUT TRUST.

IT'S ABOUT DOMINANCE AND SUBMISSION.

IT'S ABOUT POWER.

IT'S NEVER ABOUT TRUST.

I 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.

I 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 IT'S 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.

IT'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 SOUL-LESS.

HIS MIND RAVAGED, HIS MEMORY SHATTERED.

THEY TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME!

THEY MADE ME A MONSTER.

MR. RIMERE,

WITH YOUR COUNTRY'S REPUTATION,

NO ONE IN THE FREE WORLD

WILL SELL YOU THESE KINDS OF WEAPONS

EXCEPT FOR ME.

400 MILLION WINS YOUR WAR.

WYNN, YOU'RE A BEAUTIFUL MAN.

YOU START A WAR AND THEN SELL ARMS TO BOTH SIDES.

WHOEVER WINS, YOU'RE HIS NEW BEST FRIEND.

YOU HAVE YOUR DIRECTIVES.

IT'S NOT WORKING FOR ME.

THE ALLEY LOCATION DOESN'T MAKE SENSE.

MISSILE FRAGMENTS WERE FOUND IN THOSE ALLEYS,

SERIAL NUMBERS MATCH OUR MISSING WEAPONS.

LET'S GET SOMETHING CLEAR RIGHT NOW.

I OWN YOU.

I'M NOT INTERESTED IN HOW YOU THINK THINGS SHOULD WORK,

UNDERSTOOD?

AND SPECIAL OPs HAS RE-CONNED THE TARGET FOR YOU.

WHY AM I WASTING MY TIME WITH THIS BULLSHIT?

WE GOT GUNS IN PRACTICALLY EVERY THIRD WORLD COUNTRY.

WHAT'S SO SPECIAL ABOUT THESE?

I NEED THOSE GUNS OFF THE STREET, CHAPEL.

THAT ORDNANCE IS TRACEABLE TO ME.

CHAPEL, DID YOU HEAR WHAT I SAID?

TONIGHT.

AHH!

ALRIGHT.

NOW THAT I 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.

IT MAKES A BIG NOISE.

I'M SURE YOU WOULD REMEMBER IT.

TELL ME WHERE THEY ARE

OR I'LL PUT YOU WORTHLESS PIECES OF SHIT

OUT OF YOUR MISERY.

I DON'T KNOW.

NO, I THINK YOU'RE SMART, OLD FART.

NOW LET'S JUST SEE HOW HIGH THAT I.Q. OF YOURS IS.

NO, NO, NO...

TELL ME WHERE THE GUNS ARE.

BUT I DON'T KNOW.

MAYBE AL.

AL?

IS AL THE GUY WHO KNOWS THINGS AROUND HERE?

OKAY, LET'S GO TALK TO AL.

WAIT, I TOLD YA', I TOLD YA'...

HEY, YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO SPEAK UP

IF YOU WANT TO BE HEARD.

JESUS... JUST A KID.

I NEVER THOUGHT THIS JOB WOULD COME TO THIS.

WHAT?

YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO SPEAK UP KID,

IF YOU WANT TO BE HEARD.

IT'S NOT JUST A JOB, IT'S AN ADVENTURE.

OH, AL...

NIGHT, ANGEL.

'NIGHT.

'NIGHT.