Devil May Cry

My God.

It's worse than I imagined.

An entire horde of--

Monsters.

How much longer we gotta sit on our dicks before you tell us what this is about?

Your employer will be here shortly.

He'll fill you in on the target.

"Target"?

As in just one?

Hell of a lot of guns for one guy.

Yeah, with odds like these, you might actually win a fight.

Okay.

And this is the species we're trying to save?

I still say we just go in ourselves.

Heh. We're a tactical strike force trained for precision demon removal.

This mission requires blunt instruments.

They certainly qualify.

Let them fight over who's the baddest dude in the room.

We know who it really is.

Oh my God.

Is that...

The vice fucking president.

Since there's no need for introductions, I'll get right to it.

This, gentlemen, is your primary objective.

An item of critical importance to our national security.

However, seeing as this item officially does not exist,

we need it retrieved off the books.

We've tracked the amulet to this location.

You'll find it around the neck of its current owner,

a man the US government considers a top-level threat.

He is extremely volatile, and prodigiously gifted in combat.

Engage him only with the full brunt of your firepower.

This superman son of a bitch got a name?

His name is Dante.

That's the guy we're supposed to be worried about?

What's he going to do? Get hair dye on us?

["Rollin' (Air Raid Vehicle)" by Limp Bizkit playing]

Laugh while you can.

You won't be much longer.

I met Dante once. Worked with him on a protection job.

I've dealt with killers and roughnecks of every grade,

but this guy, he's something else.

The way he moved, the hits he took.

I'd be dead now if it wasn't for him.

And you'll all be dead soon enough if you go after him.

Ain't no amount of money you could offer that'd be worth--

Five hundred thousand.

The bounty is 500,000 for whoever brings in Dante with the amulet.

And a bonus if he's alive for questioning.

Well, all right.

Let's go get him, then.

We will be deploying a civilian asset

to keep Dante distracted as you move in.

So, if we're doing all the work,

why'd you bring the Boy Scout patrol here?

They don't look like no jarheads to me.

These soldiers will be in the field overseeing the operation.

You'll deliver the package to them.

The contract opens as of midnight tonight.

That's all.

You in the cap with the nice eyes. Hold on a second.

You see something you like, sweetheart?

What you said was correct.

We're not jarheads.

We're demon hunters.

You're joking.

I know.

It's a lot to take in.

Someone walks up and tells you,

"Demons are real, and it's my job to kill them."

You're thinking the same thing anyone else would.

But unfortunately, it's the truth.

The worst truth is that not only are demons real,

they're really fucking hard to kill.

We've had to come up with our own methods.

Like these.

Anti-demon bullets.

Hit a human with one, and it works like any other bullet.

But hit a demon,

and this little liquid explodes

the instant it comes in contact with their DNA.

That's, uh, good to know.

Sometimes they pass for human.

They can even be incredibly convincing.

It's in the proportions.

The arms or legs will be a little too long.

Facial features too far apart.

Like they haven't quite evolved all the way.

There's also something in the eyes.

A void where the glimmer of a soul should be.

And, of course, the smell.

A faint mix of sulfur and cow shit.

Devil spawn motherfucker.

You were solid, boss. I don't think I even saw you blink.

I knew I was in good hands.

Lieutenant Arkham is the pride of this righteous army.

I'm just helping secure a world for our species.

That's all that matters.

Indeed.

And our world could not ask for a better soldier.

Was told to report to this room. At least, I think it was this room.

Let him in.

...a lot of nondescript doors and hallways down here.

Who the...

This is Anders, your newest member of DARKCOM Elite Ops.

"Anders"? Aren't you...

The only survivor of the White Rabbit's ambush.

I've watched your mission tapes. It is an honor to serve with you, ma'am.

Uh, Lieutenant?

Mary?

Lieutenant. Got you. 10-4.

Welcome to the team, chief.

- You sure about this guy, sir? - He requested this assignment.

God has tested him, and he was found worthy.

Soldier, where is the asset?

While I've got you here, who do I talk to about the menu, huh?

I can't even get a decent plate of...

Oh. Uh...

So, wait, what do I have to do again?

Dante?

You here?

Hey, Dante!

It's your buddy, Enzo!

- Ah, nobody's-- Whoa! -

Dante! You are here.

Thank God!

I... I was worried I missed you.

Hey, Enzo. How've you been?

Ah, I could do better, to tell you the truth.

Like if you didn't have a... a barrel pressed to my temple right now.

Wish I could help you out there.

I do have a funny story for you, though.

You're gonna love this.

So, my last job, the one you gave me,

it turned out to be a setup so a shape-shifting demon baby

could try to steal my necklace.

Crazy, right?

That's the craziest thing I ever heard.

It wasn't my fault, Dante.

Honest. Don't blame poor old Enzo.

I'm just a middleman. A nobody.

It was the guy who gave me the job, the White Rabbit.

He's the one who set the whole thing up.

See, he comes into my office, talking all smooth,

and I’m mesmerized!

All we've got to do is get to him first,

and then split the 500 between us.

You're saying you only sent me into a trap

because a demon that looks like a giant rabbit tricked you into doing it?

Pretty much. Yeah.

All right, that checks out.

What are you doing here?

I brought you the second half of your fee.

Just 'cause the job was fake don't mean you don't get paid, right?

Pure, uncut American green.

And all you had to do was fight a baby for it.

And my own brother.

The shape-shifter showed up again later disguised as him.

Nothing like how he'd actually look now, but still, it was a good effort.

Oh. Your brother?

Talk about digging up the past, huh?

Ugh.

You all right, kid?

I keep telling you. What's my only rule?

I'll take any job that pays, especially if it involves killing demons.

- Just as long as I don't have to care. - As you don't have to care.

I know. So, you and me, we're all good now, yeah?

You know, I look at you like my own son.

I would take a bullet for you.

Well, maybe not a bullet.

Definitely a blade, like a little jab.

Point is, I would never set you up like that on purpose.

So there aren't multiple teams of mercenaries outside,

closing in around us right now?

Okay.