Todd McFarlane's Spawn (1997–1999): Season 1, Episode 2 - Evil Intent - full transcript

ARE YOU SURE YOU KNOW THE
DIFFERENCE BETWEEN GOOD AND EVIL?

AS YOU RACE AROUND TRYING
TO PUT FOOD ON THE TABLE

OR PASS YOUR EXAMS OR MAKE LOVE,

ARE YOU CONFIDENT THAT
YOU COULD DISTINGUISH

THE FORCES OF LIGHT
FROM THE FORCES OF EVIL?

I'M TODD McFARLANE,
CREATOR OF "SPAWN",

AND TO ME THERE'S NOTHING...
NOTHING OUT THERE IN LIFE

THAT IS ALL BLACK OR ALL WHITE.

GOOD ALWAYS HAS A
GERM OF EVIL INSIDE IT,

AND EVIL JUST A TOUCH OF GOOD.

TAKE SPAWN...



AN ASSASSIN IN LIFE,
HELL'S OWN SOLDIER IN DEATH...

NOT EXACTLY BOY SCOUT MATERIAL.

BUT IF YOU CONSIDER HE
MADE HIS CHOICES FOR LOVE...

THE LOVE OF HIS COUNTRY
AND THE LOVE OF HIS WIFE...

WELL, YOU BEGIN TO SEE
HE'S A LITTLE LIKE YOU AND ME...

JUST ANOTHER POOR SCHMO
WALKING ON THE RAZOR'S EDGE,

ALL HELL PUSHING ONE WAY
AND HEAVEN PUSHING THE OTHER,

AND HIM STUCK IN THE MIDDLE,
TRYING NOT TO GET CUT.

WHAT'S HAPPENED? WHO AM I?

MY GOD. HOW DID
THIS HAPPEN TO ME?

YOU MADE A DEAL WITH MALEBOLGIA.

YOU SEE WANDA AND
THEN BECOME HELLSPAWN.

SO GET USED TO IT. YOU SEE VIOLENCE,
YOU ACT.

WHAT
THE HELL ARE YOU?



SOMEBODY TOOK
THREE OF MY BEST GUYS

AND THREW THEM INTO WHAT MUST'VE
BEEN A WALKING WOOD CHIPPER.

LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU FIND
OUT ABOUT THIS MYSTERY ASSASSIN.

YOU CAME BACK FOR HER, SPAWN.

YOU CAME BACK FOR WANDA.

WANDA...

YOU GOT NOWHERE TO GO, SPAWN.

AND NOW,
"SPAWN"... SO TURN OFF YOUR LIGHTS.

AND, FOR MY SISTER...

QUIT SHOVING... I
WAS HERE FIRST!

SHUT UP!

IT'S THE ICE CREAM GUY! LET'S GO,
LET'S GO!

ALL RIGHT, YOU GUYS, COME ON!

THERE HE IS!

ALL RIGHT!

- DO YOU HAVE DRUMSTICKS?
- WHAT ABOUT CREAMSICLES?

HELL HAS
MANY DEMONS IN TRAINING.

THIS ONE IS KNOWN
AS BILLY KINCAID.

IMAGES
OF LOVE AND HATE

TORTURE THEM ALL AT FIRST.

IT IS THE WAY OF THINGS
FOR EACH NEW WARRIOR.

THERE IS NO RESPITE

FROM THE INNER PAIN.

MY GOD, NOT ANOTHER ONE.

ANOTHER ONE? WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

KIDS GET DUMPED HERE.

NEVER HAD A CHANCE. HORRIBLE,
ISN'T IT?

SHE HAS A LITTLE GIRL NOW.

WHO?

SHE WANTED CHILDREN.

SHE WENT TO DOCTORS,

BUT IT WAS ME ALL ALONG.

WELL, YOU KNOW,

NOT WANTING TO PRY OR NOTHING,

BUT SOME OF US WERE
KIND OF CURIOUS...

YOU KNOW, WONDERING

JUST WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?

SOMEBODY WHO DOESN'T
WANT TO BE BOTHERED.

THAT'S WHAT I TOLD THEM.

I SAID, "WHEN HE WANTS TO TALK,

HE'LL TALK," RIGHT?

DON'T HOLD YOUR BREATH.

LOOK, MISTER, I FIGURE YOU'RE HANGING
AROUND THESE ALLEYS FOR A REASON.

MAYBE YOU JUST
WANT SOME COMPANY.

I'VE GOT NOWHERE ELSE TO GO,
THAT'S ALL.

COULD BE YOU NEED A FRIEND.

ALL I NEED IS WANDA.

BUT I CAN'T HAVE
HER... NOT LIKE THIS.

WHY NOT?

YOU ASK STUPID QUESTIONS.

I'VE SEEN LOTS WORSE.

USED TO WORK FOR A MORTICIAN.

THAT MAKES ME FEEL BETTER.

GET OUT OF HERE.

YOU KNOW, FOLKS AROUND HERE
DON'T LOOK OR SMELL SO NICE,

BUT WE'RE GOOD PEOPLE.

WE SHARE WHAT WE GOT.

YOU'RE WELCOME TO IT.

WITH
EACH NEW HELLSPAWN,

THERE'S ALWAYS THE QUESTION:

HOW LONG, IF AT ALL,

CAN THEY HANG ON
TO THEIR HUMANITY?

SOME LAST LONGER THAN OTHERS.

HE KILLS A BUNCH OF GUYS,

LEAVES FOR A WHILE,

COMES BACK AND CAMPS
DOWN HERE IN RAT CITY.

HE LOOKS LIKE SOMETHING
OUTTA GODDAMN STEPHEN KING,

FOR CHRIST'S SAKE.

NOBODY INVITED HIM.

THIS IS OUR PLACE.

NEED TO KICK HIS
UGLY ASS OUTTA HERE.

WHAT'S HE DOING,
GAREB? YOU TALKED TO HIM, RIGHT?

THIS IS OUR PLACE.

DAMN RIGHT. HE'S
A STINKIN' FREAK!

- HE'S GOT PROBLEMS.
- YEAH, DID YOU SEE HIS FACE? CHRIST!

NO, NO, I'M SERIOUS.

HE'S... I DON'T KNOW... TROUBLED,
YOU KNOW?

REALLY SORTA SCREWED UP.

AIN'T WE ALL?

THING IS,

HE'S DANGEROUS.

WE CAN'T SLEEP WITH
THAT THING DOWN HERE.

WE DON'T KNOW WHAT HE IS,
WHAT HE WANTS, NOTHING.

YOU ASK ME,
DON'T NEED TO BORROW ANY MORE PROBLEMS.

LIFE'S SHITTY ENOUGH AS IT IS.

IT'S THE TRUTH. GET
HIS ASS THE HELL OUT OF HERE.

WHAT ARE WE, PERFECT? JUST KICK HIM OUT,
BOBBY, IS THAT IT?

HE'S SITTING DOWN THERE BY
HIMSELF IN THE HEART OF RAT CITY.

WHERE'S HE SUPPOSED TO GO FROM THERE,
POTTER'S FIELD?

THE GUY LOOKS LIKE
A GODDAMN VAMPIRE.

YEAH, BOBBY, AND WHAT DID YOU LOOK
LIKE WHEN YOU FIRST CRAWLED IN HERE?

YOU WANT HIM TO STAY?
FINE. YOU GO RIGHT AHEAD.

BUT WHEN YOU WAKE
UP IN A POOL OF BLOOD

WITH YOUR HEAD ON BACKWARDS,

DON'T COME CRYING TO ME.

HEY, MAYBE WE CAN SCRAPE
TOGETHER SOME FOOD FOR HIM.

HE'S NOT SOME GODDAMN
PET YOU GET TO KEEP.

THINK ABOUT IT, MAN.

GAREB, YOU DUMB SON OF A BITCH.

YO, LOOK OUT!

GET OUTTA HERE!

ALL RIGHT, YOU ALLEY PUKES,

WHO'S GONNA WIN THE
PRIZE AND STAY ALIVE

BY TELLIN' ME WHAT
I WANT TO KNOW?

YOU KNOW WHO WHACKED TONY'S BOYS,
RIGHT?

PLEASE... I DON'T...

BZZT... TOO LATE.

OKAY,
WHO'S OUR NEXT PEPPY CONTESTANT?

THE DOUBLE JEOPARDY ANSWER IS:

THE PERSON WHO TOOK OUT
THREE VERY DAPPER ITALIAN MEN

WHILST THEY WERE ABOUT THE
BUSINESS OF THEIR ESTEEMED EMPLOYER.

YOU LOOK LIKE A COUPLE OF
SMART TURDS WITH BIG EYES.

GIVE ME THE QUESTION I'M
LOOKING FOR AND WIN YOUR LIVES.

OH, AND JUST SO YOU KNOW,

THE LOSER GETS PARTING
GIFTS MADE OUT OF TEFLON,

AND I AIN'T TALKIN' COOKWARE.

I'LL EVEN HELP YOU OUT IN CASE

YOU DON'T WATCH GAME SHOWS.

OKAY, IT GOES LIKE THIS:

WHO IS...

ABOUT TO TAKE YOUR HEAD OFF?

NO!

ALL RIGHT, GAMEBOY,
THIS IS WHAT YOU'RE GONNA DO:

STAY ALIVE LONG ENOUGH
TO GIVE YOUR BOSS...

WHAT'S HIS NAME?

T-T-TONY.

YOU'RE GONNA TELL TONY TO KEEP
HIS GOONS OUT OF THESE ALLEYS.

AS OF NOW THEY'RE OUT OF BOUNDS.

YOU'RE GONNA GIVE
HIM MY MESSAGE.

'CAUSE GUESS WHAT...

AS FAR AS I KNOW,
I'M ALREADY DEAD,

WHICH MEANS...

I'M WAITING FOR YOUR
SORRY ASS IN THE AFTERLIFE.

WHAT'D I TELL YA, HUH?

HE'S SOMETHIN', AIN'T HE?

NAME IS BOBBY.

AL.

EVERYBODY,

MEET AL.

NEW
WARRIORS OFTEN FIND ALLIES

AMONG THOSE DAMNED BY SOCIETY.

FOR A WHILE,

IT GIVES THEM A
SENSE OF SECURITY.

BUT THEY COULDN'T BE MORE WRONG.

HELLO.

WHAT?

WHEN?

IS HE STILL ALIVE?

DID HE SAY WHO DID IT?

I DON'T GIVE A SHIT IF
HE NEEDS A DOCTOR!

FIND OUT WHO WHACKED MY MEN

OR YOU'RE GONNA NEED A PRIEST!

YEAH YEAH, IT'S TONY.

I'M CALLING IN MY MARKER.

HEY,
DON'T GIVE ME THAT SHIT. YOU OWE ME.

SEND 'EM. TODAY! RIGHT NOW!

BY THE TIME I HANG UP THIS PHONE

HE BETTER BE OVER THE ATLANTIC.

DAMN IT.

YOUR FIRST
DAY ON THE PRO BONO CASE.

IS IT THAT OBVIOUS?

IT'S THE ONLY TIME
YOU GET FRAZZLED.

I'M JUST GOING OVER
THE CASE FILES TODAY.

THE SUBJECT MATTER...

- WHAT IS IT?
- KYLE WATSON, A CHILD KILLER,

INDICTED ON FOUR COUNTS...

TWO OF THEM LITTLE GIRLS.

UGH, CAN'T YOU PASS ON THIS ONE?

AND GIVE THE PARTNERS
SOMETHING TO WHINE ABOUT?

NO, I CAN HANDLE IT.

GONNA HAVE YOUR ASSES UP
ON SO MANY GODDAMN CHARGES

YOUR GREAT-GRANDCHILDREN
WILL BE ANSWERING SUBPOENAS!

I AM A UNITED STATES SENATOR!

YOU DON'T BREAK INTO MY HOTEL
ROOM AND SNATCH ME OFF A WOMAN,

AND YOU DON'T THROW ME IN A
FRIGGIN' HELICOPTER LIKE A PIECE OF MEAT

AND FLY ME TO NEW YORK IN
THE MIDDLE OF THE FRIGGIN' NIGHT!

SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE,
SENATOR.

I TRUST WE DIDN'T INTERRUPT
ANYTHING DEEPLY PERSONAL,

BUT I THOUGHT THIS
NEEDED A FACE-TO-FACE.

JESUS, WYNN,

WHAT THE HELL'S THIS ALL ABOUT?

IT'S ABOUT US, SENATOR,
OUR RELATIONSHIP.

I HEAR YOU'RE
GOING TO TAKE A PASS

ON THE PRESIDENTIAL RACE.

HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?

I BARELY TOLD MY WIFE.

I WANT TO PUT YOU IN THE WHITE HOUSE,
SENATOR.

YEAH, RIGHT.

AND EXACTLY HOW MANY SKELETONS

DO I HAVE IN MY CLOSET?

PER OUR ARRANGEMENT,

I'VE BEEN HOLDING THE KEY
TO THAT CLOSET FOR SOME TIME,

GOUGING THE EYES OUT OF ANYONE

WHO SO MUCH AS
LOOKS IN ITS DIRECTION.

YOU'RE SERIOUS.

ALWAYS.

ALL RIGHT, SAY I RUN.

WHAT DO YOU GET OUT OF IT?

A FRIEND IN A VERY HIGH PLACE.

TO BE HONEST,
I NEVER WANTED THE OVAL OFFICE.

I'M CONTENT FIGHTING BATTLES
FROM THE SENATE FLOOR.

MAYBE AS SPEAKER OF THE HOUSE...

SORRY, NOT GOOD ENOUGH.

IN OTHER WORDS,
YOU'RE NOT ASKING ME.

AND IF I REFUSE?

I SEE A CLOSET DOOR
SWINGING OPEN...

YOUR OWN PERSONAL PANDORA'S BOX.

YOU COULD DO THAT,

BUT THEN I'D HAVE TO
CALL THE PRESIDENT...

LET HIM KNOW ABOUT A CERTAIN
INTERNATIONAL TEA PARTY

YOU'RE THROWING
WITH D.O.D. ORDNANCE.

THE SCANDAL WOULD MAKE
WATERGATE AND IRAN CONTRA

SEEM LIKE A MILD
FART ON CAPITOL HILL.

LOOK, McMILLAN,
YOU GET SOMETHING STRAIGHT RIGHT NOW...

THIS ISN'T JUST
ABOUT YOU AND ME.

LAST TIME I CHECKED,
YOU HAD FRIENDS AND FAMILY.

I CAN MAKE THEM SUFFER, TOO.

BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY,
WHO'S GOING TO PROTECT

YOUR LITTLE BASTARD SON BILLY

FROM NEW YORK'S FINEST?

I HEAR THE CONS ON RIKER'S
DESPISE CHILD KILLERS...

RAPED ONE LAST
YEAR WITH A BAND SAW.

WE'RE IN BED TOGETHER, SENATOR.

WE HAVE BEEN FOR QUITE A WHILE.

SO RELAX,

BEND OVER,

AND ENJOY IT.

WHAT THE HELL IS IT ABOUT THIS ALLEY,
TWITCH?

THE ATMOSPHERE?

WHAT DO WE KNOW?

MORE OF TONY TWIST'S CREW.

RIGHT. TROUBLESHOOTERS,

GUYS SENT IN TO SETTLE SCORES.

PRECISELY, SIR.

WELL,
LOOKS LIKE THEY GOT SETTLED INSTEAD.

NO REPORTERS THIS TIME.

PERHAPS HE WAS ALLOWED TO LEAVE.

SENDING A MESSAGE TO BIG TONY.

TWIST DOESN'T LIKE
GETTING SPANKED THIS HARD.

IF WE AIN'T CAREFUL,
THERE'S GONNA BE A WAR DOWN HERE

UNLESS WE CAN FIGURE OUT
WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON.

WHAT ABOUT THOSE REPORTERS?

NOTHING YET, SIR.

RUMOR HAS IT THEY WERE
TRACKING SOMEONE HIGH UP,

A MAJOR SCANDAL.
BUT THAT'S ALL SO FAR.

- BUT THERE IS ONE UNUSUAL ELEMENT.
- WHAT?

THE DEAD HOMELESS MAN
FROM THE PREVIOUS KILLINGS.

THE MUSHROOM.

HIS NAME'S JEFF STEPHENS,

FORMER TECHNICAL HEAD
OF SPEC-COM CELLULAR.

SO WHY DOES HE TURN UP
DRIVING DUMPSTERS ON OUR BEAT?

SEEMS HE WAS LISTENING IN

ON SOME VERY HIGH-LEVEL
CONVERSATIONS.

I GOTTA FIGURE STEPHENS
HEARD SOMETHING HUGE,

HOPED TO TRADE OFF HIS INDICTMENT
FOR WHAT HE WAS SITTING ON,

AND USED THE
NEWSBOYS AS MIDDLEMEN.

ASTUTE AS ALWAYS, SIR.

NOW, BREAKFAST.

I HAVE A MAP OF THE LOCAL COLOR,
SIR.

DO YOU PREFER GREASE OR SUGAR?

BOTH... I'M FEELIN' TENSE.

BURKE, THAT FAT BASTARD.

YEAH,
HE'S GONNA GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THIS CASE.

YEAH.

WHEN DOES HE LAND?

GOOD. PICK HIM UP THE
SECOND HE TOUCHES DOWN

AND BRING HIM INTO MY OFFICE.

YOU WANT JUSTICE DONE RIGHT,

YOU GOTTA BUY IT YOURSELF.

I'LL BE HONEST...

I FIGURED YOU FOR A RUMOR.

YOU KNOW,
EX-CIA KILLER- TURNED-RUTHLESS-MERCENARY,

LITTLE MORE THAN A
SKELETON ON A RESPIRATOR

FOR ALMOST THREE YEARS... I MEAN,
PLEASE!

THE PAIN WAS CLEANSING.

HOW'D YOU COME BACK FROM THAT?

THE RUMORS YOU'VE HEARD ABOUT ME

ARE ALL TRUE.

THAT YOU'VE GOT NO CONSCIENCE,

NO SOUL WHEN IT
COMES TO KILLING.

WHAT I'VE GOT IS A
HUNGRY BANK ACCOUNT,

AND RIGHT NOW SOMEONE'S
PAYING ME TOP DOLLAR

ON YOUR BEHALF.

SO WHAT SEEMS TO BE THE PROBLEM?

YOU, UH,
KEEP UP WITH CURRENT EVENTS?

ONLY WHERE DEATH IS CONCERNED.

YOUR MEN HAVE HAD A BAD WEEK.

YEAH, WELL,
I WANT THE PIECE OF SHIT RESPONSIBLE.

BRING ME HIS BONES IN ONE BAG

AND HIS ORGANS IN ANOTHER, OKAY?

OF COURSE,
BUT I'LL BE KEEPING THE HEART

FOR MYSELF.

- FOR WHAT? - DINNER.

SUCH SWEET FOLKS,
THOSE HOMELESS.

THEY WILL TAKE ANYBODY IN,

INCLUDING A FREAK LIKE YOU,
SPAWN.

HEY,
MAYBE YOU'LL MEET A NICE HOMELESS WOMAN

AND RAISE A BUNCH
OF HOMELESS KIDS.

WOULDN'T THAT JUST BE KEEN?

WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?

RIGHT TO THE POINT. I LIKE THAT,
I REALLY DO.

BECAUSE IT'S NOT "WHAT
THE HELL DO I WANT?"

IT'S "WHAT DOES HELL
WANT TO DO WITH YOU?"

- - CARE TO KNOW WHAT THAT IS?

NO?

OKAY, HERE IT IS:

IT IS TIME

TO GET REAL. GOT IT?

HEY, A DEAL'S A DEAL,

AND MALEBOLGIA,
MY BOSS AND YOURS,

DELIVERED ON HIS END.

YOU GOT TO SEE YOUR WIFE...

DEAR, SWEET, TASTY WANDA.

I GOTTA SAY, SPAWN...

BABY'S GOT BACK.

YOU'RE ABOUT TWO
SECONDS FROM WEARING

THAT SMILE AROUND YOUR ASS.

YEAH YEAH,
KISS ME FIRST, ALL RIGHT?

ANYWAY,
IT'S BUSINESS NOW, BIG BOY.

YOU GOT THE UNIFORM AND THE ATTITUDE,
SO LET'S GET TO IT.

TO WHAT?

YOU'RE A HELLSPAWN.

THE EARTH IS READY TO BURN,

YOU'RE THE GUY WITH THE MATCH,

AND I'M HERE TO MAKE
SURE YOU DO THE JOB RIGHT.

LOOK,
I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS.

I GOT MY OWN PROBLEMS.

YOU DON'T JUST TURN YOUR BACK

ON YOUR OBLIGATIONS.

WHAT? YOU THINK YOU'RE
TOO GOOD TO BE A HELLSPAWN?

YOU SHOULD BE DOWN ON YOUR
KNEES THANKING MALEBOLGIA

FOR THE PRIVILEGE OF
BEING A RANKING OFFICER

IN THIS HELL'S ARMY.

YOU SHOULD BE DOWN ON YOUR KNEES

THANKING ME FOR NOT
KILLING YOU WHERE YOU STAND.

YEAH, RIGHT.

I DON'T THINK YOU KNOW
WHO YOU'RE DEALING WITH.

BUT IT'S TIME YOU FOUND OUT.

LISTEN, FAT BOY,

I'VE HAD JUST ABOUT ENOUGH...

YEAH, BABY!

WHOO!

RIGHT THERE... OOH,
THAT'S HOW DADDY LIKES IT!

THAT'S SO GOOD!

YOU'LL FEEL SOME PAIN...

BUT I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME.

- GET OUT OF MY HEAD! - NO.

IT'S HOW US CHILDREN
OF HELL COMMUNICATE...

THROUGH TELEPATHY.

SO BEGINS YOUR TRAINING.

WHAT ARE YOU?

A CREATURE FAR SUPERIOR

TO HUMANS...

A TRUE NATIVE OF HELL.

SOMETHING NO SPAWN WILL EVER BE.

FOOL!

- - YOU CAN'T
RELY ON WEAPONS.

THAT'S NOT WHY HE CHOSE YOU.

THERE'S SOMETHING IN YOU

THE MALEBOLGIA
SENSES... SOMETHING EVIL.

THERE ARE RULES TO FOLLOW.

IT'S MY TASK TO
MAKE SURE YOU DO.

CONSIDER THIS A
FRIENDLY REMINDER:

GET WITH THE FUCKING PROGRAM.

YOU SPAWN HAVE
NEVER BEEN WORTHY.

I'LL BE BACK FOR YA,
BABY, AND WHEN I COME,

YOU BETTER BE READY
TO ROCK AND ROLL.

THIS IS THE FAREWELL
BASH FOR HUMANITY,

AND YOU... YOU'RE
BRINGING THE PARTY FAVORS.

OH, AND A WORD TO THE WISE...

LAYING THERE ALL TWISTED UP LIKE
THAT IS NO GOOD FOR YOUR BACK.

THAT WAS PATHETIC...

BUT NOT ALTOGETHER UNEXPECTED.

YOUR POWERS ARE FINITE.
USE THEM SPARINGLY.

WHAT AM I INTO HERE?

WHAT DO YOU THINK?

I THINK IT'S INSANE.

AM I DEAD OR AM I
ALIVE? WHAT AM I?

YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO TRUST
YOURSELF FOR THE ANSWERS.

IF YOU KNOW WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON,
OLD MAN,

I'D SUGGEST YOU
TELL ME STRAIGHT.

THERE'S A WAR ON
BETWEEN HEAVEN AND HELL

AND YOU ARE ON THE FRONT LINES.

- WHAT WAR? - THE ONLY WAR.

EARTH IS THE BATTLEFIELD,

HUMAN SOULS THE PRIZE.

JUST THE WAY IT'S ALWAYS BEEN.

YOU'RE NUTS, YOU KNOW THAT?

LOOK, YOU HAVE TO PAY ATTENTION

TO THE WORLD YOU'RE IN.

YOU MIGHT THINK YOU'RE DOING
GOOD TAKING OUT THE BAD ELEMENT.

BUT YOU JUST CAN'T GO AROUND
KILLING WITHOUT A LITTLE FORETHOUGHT.

THERE ARE REPERCUSSIONS
YOU CAN'T EVEN IMAGINE.

STOP TAP DANCING AROUND
THE ISSUE AND SPIT IT OUT.

I WISH IT WERE THAT EASY.

ALL I'M TRYING TO SAY IS

YOU'VE STILL GOT A CHOICE.

WHAT KIND OF CHOICE?

IF I TOLD YOU,
IT WOULDN'T MATTER.

JUST FIND OUT. THEN
MAKE THE RIGHT CHOICE.

BUT DON'T WAIT TOO LONG.

THE SANDS ARE ALWAYS
RUNNING AGAINST YOU.

HOW AM I
SUPPOSED TO FIND OUT?

HOW, INDEED.