Todd McFarlane's Spawn (1997–1999): Season 1, Episode 3 - No Rest, No Peace - full transcript

IF YOU HAD TO CHOOSE

A SLOW SEARING RIDE
ON SATAN'S CAROUSEL

OR WATCHING HELPLESSLY BY

AS YOUR BEST FRIEND
GOT IT ON WITH YOUR LOVER,

WHAT CHOICE WOULD YOU MAKE?

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

A CRUDE SCENARIO
I'VE JUST PAINTED?

POSSIBLY. BUT HELL ISN'T SUBTLE,
FOLKS.

AND IT'S A SITUATION LIKE THIS

THAT'S HELL'S LITTLE
WAY OF SHOWING SPAWN

THAT HELL ISN'T JUST A
PLACE BUT A STATE OF MIND.



AND FIRE, WHILE PAINFUL,

ISN'T THE ONLY WAY
MALEBOLGIA CAN BURN HIM.

YES, SPAWN IS LEARNING,

BUT ALL THE WHILE,
THE BLACK TENTACLES OF EVIL

ARE STARTING TO
SPREAD. AND AS YOU'LL SEE,

HELL IS ALIVE AND WELL ON EARTH.

THERE'S A WAR ON

BETWEEN HEAVEN AND HELL.

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

FIND OUT WHO WHACKED MY MEN,
OR YOU'RE GONNA NEED A PRIEST.

TWIST DOESN'T LIKE
GETTING SPANKED THIS HARD.

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

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

RUMOR HAS IT THEY ARE
TRACKING SOMEONE HIGH UP.



I AM A UNITED STATES SENATOR.

SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE,
SENATOR.

JESUS, WYNN,
WHAT THE HELL'S THIS ALL ABOUT?

IT'S ABOUT US, SENATOR,
OUR RELATIONSHIP.

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

- AND IF I REFUSE?
- WHO'S GOING TO PROTECT

YOUR LITTLE BASTARD SON
BILLY FROM NEW YORK'S FINEST?

I HEAR THE CONS ON RIKERS
DESPISE CHILD KILLERS.

WHAT SEEMS TO BE THE PROBLEM?

I WANT THE PIECE
OF SHIT RESPONSIBLE.

BRING ME HIS BONES IN ONE BAG,
AND HIS ORGANS IN ANOTHER.

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

PLEASE, I DIDN'T SEE NOTHING.

SHUT UP.

I'M LOOKING FOR SOMEONE
WHO VERY RECENTLY

KILLED A HANDFUL
OF GREASY WISE GUYS.

ARE YOU AWARE OF SUCH A PERSON?

DON'T KILL ME,
PLEASE. I'M NOT WORTH IT.

I'M NOTHING. I'M LESS
THAN NOTHING.

- I KEEP TO MYSELF.
- ARE YOU AWARE OF SUCH A PERSON?

YEAH YEAH YEAH, I'VE SEEN HIM.

SCARY GUY. HE'S BEEN HANGING
AROUND DOWN IN RAT CITY.

NOBODY
GOES BACK THERE.

IT'S A PIT.

YOU'RE SURE

THIS IS THE PERSON WHO
KILLED MY EMPLOYER'S MEN?

YEAH, RIPPED THEM APART.

- HE SEEMED TO ENJOY IT A LITTLE, YOU KNOW?
- I DO KNOW.

- CAN I... CAN I GO?
- IN A MOMENT.

FIRST I NEED TO...

- BORROW SOMETHING. - NO NO NO!

THEY ALL PICK
A PLACE TO CALL HOME.

IN MOST INSTANCES,

THOSE PLACES HAVE
A HIDDEN POWER.

FOR THIS WARRIOR,

THE ALLEYS ARE NO DIFFERENT.

HE'S DRAWN BACK

AGAIN AND AGAIN

AND DOESN'T KNOW WHY.

"HERO. MIDNIGHT.

BE WAITING."

WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN?

LOOK AT THE SHIT YOU BROUGHT US,
MAN.

I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY.

IT WAS HORRIBLE. WE
COULDN'T STOP HIM,

JUST WATCH AS HE TORE HIM APART.

JUST ONE?

YEAH,
HE WAS A BIG SON OF A BITCH.

HAD, LIKE,
WEAPONS AND OTHER CRAP COMING OUT HIS ARMS,

AND THIS EYE...

...GLOWING RED LIKE BLOOD.

HE WAS LOOKING FOR THE PERSON
WHO WHACKED SOME BIG SHOT'S HIT MAN

EVEN WHEN HE TOLD HIM EVERYTHING,
HE STILL KILLED HIM.

WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?

IT'S EXACTLY 12:00 MIDNIGHT

IN NAIROBI.

TELL ME YOU'RE NOT THE GUY
WHO TOOK OUT TONY'S MEN.

TELL ME IT'S SOMEBODY

WITH SOME BALLS

AND NOT SOME NO-TALENT ASSHOLE

IN A FAGGY OUTFIT.

WHEN THREATENED,

SPAWN RESORTS
TO WHAT HE KNOWS...

HIS INGRAINED INSTINCT

TO SURVIVE.

THOUGH THE UNIFORM
WILL OFTEN PROTECT HIM,

A SPAWN IS NOT INVINCIBLE.

EACH BATTLE DRAINS HIS STRENGTH,

PROPELLING HIM
TOWARD THE INEVITABLE...

HIS FINAL DESCENT INTO HELL.

EW, WHAT A MESS.

AL, AL!

HEY, DON'T WASTE YOUR BREATH.

AL!

AL!

- - AL.

AL.

TRYING TO HIDE
FROM EMOTIONAL TORMENT,

NEW WARRIORS ALWAYS SEEK

THEIR OLD WAYS FIRST.

THIS LATEST SPAWN

IS NO EXCEPTION...

A KILLER IN NEED OF HIS TOOLS.

WELCOME HOME, AL.

NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN.

This is
the Central Intelligence Agency

security shift commander.

You have entered a restricted
ordnance storage facility.

Come out hands high
or we will open fire.

TEAM, THIS IS PAPA. GO HOT AS SOON
AS YOU HAVE TARGET ACQUISITION.

FIRE!

THE FIRST
TELEPORTATION IS THE WORST,

COMING AS UNEXPECTEDLY

AS HAVING THE HOST'S
UNIFORM SAVE THEM

IN THE FIRST PLACE.

IF HE'S DEAD,
JUST LEAVE HIM. PROBABLY BETTER OFF.

COPS GONNA FIND DRUGS,
DEAD BODIES EVERYWHERE.

HEY, AL, YOU OKAY?

JUST NEED A SECOND.

COME BACK TO DO SOME MORE DAMAGE?
WE AIN'T GOT ENOUGH DEAD AND WOUNDED?

HEY, COME ON,
BOBBY. CAN'T YOU SEE HE'S LAID UP?

HE AIN'T THE ONLY ONE. SEE
THE NORTH ALLEY LATELY?

IT'S LIKE FRIGGIN' BEIRUT.

LOOK AT HIM NOW.

MAN'S GOT MORE GUNS
THAN THE NATIONAL GUARD.

WHAT ARE YOU,
SOME KIND OF PSYCHO?

I'M JUST PROTECTING MYSELF.

OH,
YEAH? WHO'S GONNA PROTECT US FROM YOU?

- WHAT THE HELL YOU LOOKING AT?
- YOU.

YOU'RE STARTING TO
SOUND LIKE THE OUTSIDE.

WELL,
I CAN GET YOUR THERMALS BACK UP

AND YOUR FULL U.V. SPECS,
BUT YOU'RE GOING TO EXPERIENCE

A SIGNIFICANT RED
SHIFT IN YOUR FAST SCAN.

THIS IS PATCHWORK AT BEST.

CAN I USE THE EYE? YES OR NO?

YES, BUT NO EXTENDED NIGHT
VISION OR CLOSE-UP READING.

KNOCK KNOCK.

I WANT SOMEONE MONITORING
THE PHONES ALL DAY.

IF OVERKILL DOESN'T CALL,
I WANT HIM FOUND AND BROUGHT TO ME.

WHAT IS THIS SHIT? I HIRE
PEOPLE... THEY GET KILLED,

THEY DISAPPEAR.

FIND OUT WHERE MY
HOROSCOPE IS FOR THIS MONTH.

- OVERKILL.
- SON OF A BITCH.

THAT HE WAS.

BUT THEN AGAIN, SO ARE YOU.

WHAT THE FUCK?

WHO ARE YOU? WHAT DO YOU WANT?

ANYTHING, ANYTHING AT ALL.

I WANT YOU TO STAY OUT OF THE ALLEYS,
TONY.

YOUR BUSINESS THERE IS DONE,
UNDERSTAND?

WHATEVER WILD HAIR
YOU HAD UP YOUR ASS

ABOUT THAT PLACE IS
OFFICIALLY PLUCKED.

YOU... YOU SLAUGHTERED MY MEN.

I'LL LET YOU IN ON
A LITTLE SECRET:

THEY WERE DOING BAD THINGS.

BUT RELAX,
I'M THROUGH KILLING YOUR MEN.

NEXT TIME,
IF I SEE ONE OF YOUR BRAIN-DEAD THUGS

SO MUCH AS SPIT IN THE
DIRECTION OF THOSE ALLEYS,

I'M GONNA COME BACK AND
PAY YOU A LITTLE VISIT, TONY.

AND BELIEVE ME,
IT WON'T BE AS PLEASANT

AS THE VISIT I PAID
YOUR HIRED CYBORG.

SO HERE'S HOW IT GOES:

AS OF NOW YOU WORK FOR ME,

AND YOUR JOB IS VERY SIMPLE...

GIVE ME MY SPACE. UNDERSTAND?

ALL I WANT IS A LITTLE
PEACE AND QUIET.

- GOT IT, FAT BOY? - YES.

- SAY IT. - I WORK FOR YOU,

AND YOU WANT PEACE AND QUIET.

- AND WHO AM I? - I DON'T KNOW.

THAT'S RIGHT. YOU DON'T KNOW.

LET THAT LITTLE MYSTERY
KEEP YOU UP AT NIGHT.

FUCK!

FACED
WITH A STARK REALITY

THAT EVERY BATTLE CAN'T BE WON,

THE HELLSPAWNS THEN CRAVE

AN EMOTIONAL REFUGE

TO SOOTHE THEIR PHYSICAL PAIN.

- GOOD MORNING. - GOOD MORNING.

MORNING, DONNA. MESSAGES,
COFFEE, PLEASE.

YOU'RE AN ANGEL.

NOW GIVE ME THE BAD NEWS.

TWO DEPOSITIONS OUT OF RIKERS

ON YOUR PRO-BONO ROTATION.

ONE IS KYLE WATSON.

SORRY, I COULDN'T PUT IT OFF.

IT'S OKAY. EVEN AN ACCUSED CHILD
KILLER NEEDS A GOOD DEFENSE, RIGHT?

WELL, NOT TOO GOOD. THIS GUY'S
SUPPOSED TO BE A REAL MONSTER.

THEY FOUND THE LAST THREE
LITTLE GIRLS WITHOUT ANY FINGERS...

OH, WANDA.

FORGET IT. THIS WHOLE
THING JUST BOTHERS ME.

- ANYWAY, WHEN'S MY NEXT ONE?
- 3:30.

- SEE IF YOU CAN MOVE THAT ONE TO COUNTY.
- OKAY.

HEY,
DON'T YOU JUST LOVE PRO-BONO WORK?

FUNNY. GET OUT.

ALL RIGHT, MR. WATSON,
MY NAME'S WANDA BLAKE,

AND I'LL BE TAKING
OVER YOUR DEFENSE.

WE'RE GONNA NEED SOME GENERAL
INFORMATION DURING THESE PROCEEDINGS,

AND I'LL BE RECORDING
THIS AS WE GO ALONG.

YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO SLOW IT DOWN FOR HIM,
MA'AM.

YOU SEE, KYLE HERE'S A BIT SLOW.

HIS DADDY USED TO BEAT
HIM SOMETHING AWFUL.

AND THE DOCTORS SAY
THAT IT DID SOMETHING

TO HIS... "SNAPS"

AND WHATNOT.

BUT HE DOES UNDERSTAND
WHY HE'S HERE.

I DIDN'T DO NOTHING.
I'VE BEEN A GOOD BOY.

I'VE BEEN VERY GOOD.

KYLE,
YOU'RE ACCUSED OF MURDERING EIGHT CHILDREN.

YOU HAVE A HISTORY OF
DEVIANT AND ABUSIVE BEHAVIOR.

WELL, THAT'S ALL OVER AND DONE WITH,
MA'AM.

KYLE'S BEEN ON HIS
MEDICINE NOW FOR 2 1/2 YEARS.

I'VE BEEN A GOOD BOY. I
DON'T HURT NOBODY NO MORE.

I CAN'T AND I WON'T. I
GOT PILLS NOW EVERY DAY.

ACCORDING TO HIS MEDICAL RECORDS,
THE PILLS ARE CASTRATORS.

- THEY KEEP HIM IMPOTENT.
- I CAN'T DIDDLE MYSELF NO MORE OR NOTHING.

I'M A GOOD BOY.

KYLE,
YOU WERE GIVEN A TOXICOLOGY TEST

WHEN YOU WERE ARRESTED, CORRECT?

THE POLICE TESTED YOU FOR DRUGS?

- UH-HUH.
- I'M NO DOCTOR, BUT BASED ON WHAT I'VE HEARD,

THIS CASTRATOR DRUG
HAS A CUMULATIVE EFFECT

AND TAKES UP TO TWO MONTHS TO
WORK ITS WAY OUT OF THE USER'S SYSTEM.

WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?

WELL, LOOKING AT THE CRIME
LAB REPORTS ON THE CHILDREN,

THEY WERE ALL
SEXUALLY ASSAULTED.

THEN AGAIN,
THE POLICE FOUND CONCLUSIVE EVIDENCE

IN KYLE'S ROOM,
ON HIS CLOTHES, IN HIS CAR.

BLOOD AND TISSUE
MATCHES. SEMEN MATCHES.

DNA PRELIMS ARE POSITIVE.

WITH THIS SOLID A CASE AGAINST KYLE,
THE BEST I CAN DO IS TRY

TO KEEP HIM OFF DEATH ROW.

DON'T LET 'EM KILL MY BABY,
PLEASE, MA'AM.

I ALREADY DONE LOST MY HUSBAND

AND MY LITTLE GIRL.

MY POOR KYLE HERE IS
ALL I GOT LEFT.

KYLE, LOOK AT ME.

DID YOU HURT

ANY OF THOSE CHILDREN?

I DON'T HURT NOBODY.

I'M A GOOD BOY.

The
media spokesperson

for the New York City Police
Department had no comment

concerning the inexplicable
upswing in violence

in a specific low-income
area of lower Manhattan.

Asked to possibly reopen the
Kyle Watson child-killer case,

in light of what was termed "a
blatant oversight by the police,"

defense attorney Wanda Blake is
responsible for this latest revelation...

IF I SEE THAT NEWS
FOOTAGE ONE MORE TIME...

BUT YOU LOOK SO GOOD.

SOMEONE BURIED THAT
TOXICOLOGY REPORT ON PURPOSE,

PLANTED EVIDENCE.

I JUST HOPE I'M DOING
THE RIGHT THING.

DON'T WORRY.

IF YOU SCREW UP,
WE CAN ALWAYS MOVE.

STOP IT, YOU.

WHEN ARE YOU COMING TO BED?

AS SOON AS I SOLVE THIS PUZZLE.

WHAT IS IT?

MONTHLY HOUSEKEEPING CHECK
OF CIA ORDNANCE CATALOGS.

CODE NUMBERS DON'T MATCH.

JUST DOESN'T MAKE SENSE.

- WANNA KNOW WHAT MAKES SENSE?
- WHAT?

I'LL HAVE TO SHOW YOU.

I LOVE YOU, WANDA.

YEAH.

HAVING A GOOD TIME, I TRUST.

Yeah, whatever.

YOU REALLY SHOULD LEARN HOW TO RELAX,
CHAPEL.

Blood helps me relax.

Got any for me?

A weapons shipment
going to North Korea.

You accompany it
with our compliments.

AND?

Wait nine hours,
then obliterate the shipment

and give them a bloody nose.

Who takes the fall?

PERUVIAN TERRORISTS.

After that,
I'll have something for you closer to home.

- WHEN'S THE HOP?
- TOMORROW MORNING.

USUAL PICKUP AND DELIVERY.

WHAT?

I DON'T LIKE A LOT OF
DOWNTIME. YOU KNOW THAT.

SO GET A HOBBY.

YOU'RE COMING WITH ME.

HEY, ASSHOLE,

YOU GOT A FUCKING PROBLEM?

NO, AL!

HEY, CHAPEL,
WE'RE PARTNERS, RIGHT?

I'M SORRY!

SORRY, AL.

I'M SORRY.

And in local news,
it looks like police

are gonna cut child killer
Kyle Watson loose after all.

Thanks to his
attorney Wanda Blake,

independent investigators have
found that evidence in the case

may actually have
been planted. Wow!

Somebody check and see if those
cops ever worked for the LAPD.

Okay.

And now back to our
all big-band sound.

"GOLDEN LADS AND GIRLS ALL MUST

AS CHIMNEY SWEEPERS

COME TO DUST."

OH, YEAH. WHO SAYS
I AIN'T CULTURED?

BILL SHAKESPEARE,
MEET BILLY KINCAID...

BOTH GREAT ARTISTS

WHOSE WORKS
WILL LIVE ON FOREVER.