Corbin Nash

Subtitles by explosiveskull

Please, God,

send him an angel of light,

protect him from darkness.

This is a city of sinners

and far worse

where the damned and the forsaken walk the streets.

Somebody's taken my son!

Please help me!

Calm down, ma'am. Can you tell me where you are?

The angels...

...they left a long time ago.

He's into my home!

She's dead! He killed my wife!

Police are on their way.

Please, try to remain calm, sir.

The Lord has prepared his people

for a great slaughter

This guy is dead for sure, ma'am.

And He has chosen their executioners.

The guy is still unconscious.

There's fucking blood all over!

There are those whose teeth are swords,

whose fangs are knives,

put here to devour the weak from off the earth.

Their blood will be poured out into the dust

and their bodies will lay rotting on the ground.

And no wonder,

for even Satan disguises himself

as an angel of light.

Though light survives

and the battle between good and evil persists,

angel or demon,

all will appear before the Judgment seat of God.

Please, my brother.

Yet blessed are the merciful...

The window is broken.

...for they shall receive mercy...

He's got...

...so that all may receive what is due.

If you could tell me your name and location,

we're going to dispatch an officer to your area.

And be saved.

Uhm... Uhm...

My name is Macy.

Of those who have sinned against the Lord,

I will make you as helpless as a blind man

searching for a path.

As it's only in the darkness

that we find ourselves

or find our Maker's wrath.

Help!

Help! Somebody help me!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God, it's you.

Who did this to you?

Drake.

Who?

Help me.

You can help him.

But you can't save him, Macy.

He doesn't need a hospital, he needs a priest.

He's going to die.

Put it down.

Tough break, shooter.

Next time.

There ain't going to be no next time.

And I'm walking.

Hey, you got two strikes against you.

Don't do anything stupid.

Thanks.

Well...

it makes you better, you know, Corbin,

especially when pieces of shit like this get away,

it's a hard thing, but it does make us better, so.

Better? - Mm-Mm.

I should have fucking shot him.

We could've shot him.

Jack.

Who are you?

I'm a friend of the family.

I got no family.

I see Jack's got you in a tight leash.

Yeah, he's a good man,

but he's not your father.

How did you know I'll be here?

You following me?

It's not a good idea.

It's not difficult to spot a wolf

in a flock of sheep, kid.

You should have shot him.

We have a few things in common, you and I.

Yeah?

Yeah. We like guns.

Looks old.

Belonged to your father.

He never used it on people.

You knew my father?

Yeah. And your sweet mother.

My parents are dead.

You know anything about them?

My mother was Irish, my father played ball.

He won the World Series, kid.

Yeah, he did.

The thing was that being a baseball player

was just a cover.

Cover for what?

The battle with demons and destiny.

Demons, huh?

Okay.

The never-ending fight

between good and evil.

Your parents came from a long line of hunters.

You're one of them.

What's you looking for ain't here?

No? - No.

It's three blocks down on East.

It's called the fucking hospital.

You're my last rodeo, kid.

I'm almost done.

Your parents were killed in Los Angeles.

Your dad was there for the game.

But like I said, he was hunting.

They were slaughtered.

It's the truth, Corbin.

What... what are you doing?

I didn't want to tell you because I wanted to protect you.

It's who they were.

What the fuck is this?

You need to listen to him.

I was there.

Our mission was to kill their royal blood.

Two brothers.

We got one.

The other one, Drake, got away.

What you're saying is insane!

Drake was behind it from the beginning.

You're fucking insane. - You were the big secret.

You were kept away from all this evil.

Drake doesn't even know you exist.

Then why does it matter?

My parents are dead.

And no fucking fairytale is going to bring them back.

It's your time.

Your dad would want you to have this.

Godspeed.

It's too soon.

It's history, Jack. And it's a damn good start.

No!

No!

Shit don't make any sense.

It's all too random.

There's no motive.

Whole thing is spooky.

Motherfucker.

Friend of yours?

Disease, my ass.

Fucking guy raped a seven-year-old girl

but he got off on a technicality.

Makes you wonder if what we even do matters.

Un-fucking-believable.

Right?

If it was my daughter, I would have killed the sick bastard.

At least put him down.

You think there's more than one guy doing this?

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

We just need to find them.

I am beautiful.

I am...

...an angel.

I am...

...a cold-blooded fucking killer.

Everybody wants to fuck me.

Mm...

Chase it.

Ooh, you like that, baby? - Oh, yes.

Yeah? - Ah-Huh.

You think I'm beautiful? - I think you're so beautiful.

Yeah? - Yeah.

You think I'm sexy? - You're so sexy, baby.

Yeah, baby!

You like that?

Yes. Oh, yes! - Yeah. You like it, huh?

Yeah. Tell me I'm beautiful.

You're so beautiful, baby.

Ah-Huh. Yeah. Oh, yeah.

Tell me you love me!

I love you, baby.

I love you.

Now look at me.

Look at me.

What's this? What the fuck is going on?

I'm just trying to help. - Help?

Why am I chained to a bed?

Because someone I trust told me to.

For protection.

I don't need protection. - Not yours.

Mine.

Shh.

Why are you doing this?