Todd McFarlane's Spawn (1997–1999): Season 1, Episode 6 - Endgame - full transcript
The Season One finale of this adults-only animated series about a superhero who battles the forces of evil on Earth--and in himself--to uncover the truth about his identity and fulfill his destiny.
DO YOU BELIEVE THAT
KILLERS SHOULD BE KILLED?
AND IF WE KILL THEM,
DO WE ADD TO OR REDUCE
THE EVIL IN THIS WORLD?
I'M TODD McFARLANE,
CREATOR OF "SPAWN."
CAN YOU ANSWER THE QUESTION
I'VE JUST ASKED?
SPAWN HAS TO.
AS YOU'LL SEE,
IT'S TIME FOR A SHOWDOWN,
AND SPAWN STILL HAS
SOME BIG CHOICES TO MAKE.
IF HE DECIDES RIGHT,
THE BATTLE GOES
TO THE GOOD GUYS...
MAYBE.
IF HE DECIDES WRONG...
WELL, YOU KNOW THE ANSWER
TO THAT, DON'T YOU?
YOU WILL.
- WHO IS THIS FREAK?
- WITNESSES FIGURE HIM
FOR SOME KIND OF
WHACKED-OUT STREET PREACHER.
BUT I NEVER SAID I WAS
GONNA KILL ANYBODY.
THIS SO-CALLED PREACHER
JUST MIGHT BE OUR CHILD-KILLER.
Hold your fire.
- HE'S ARMED! HOLY SHIT!
- OH MY GOD!
EVERYBODY DOWN!
WYNN, WE'VE GOT A PROBLEM.
I'M LISTENING.
THE KYLE WATSON SITUATION
GOT OUT OF CONTROL.
That lawyer, Wanda Blake?
IT MUST BE HER.
Stay calm, run for President.
I'LL TAKE CARE OF THE REST.
I need a pick
up and delivery... a child.
HELLO, LITTLE GIRL.
DO YOU LIKE TUTTI-FRUTTI?
A report of a child kidnapping;
female,
approximately four years old;
answers to the name Cyan.
CYAN?
CYAN!
AND NOW,
"SPAWN." SO TURN OFF YOUR LIGHTS.
YO, MAN, IS IT REAL?
OF COURSE IT'S GRADE "A".
I GOT A REPUTATION TO KEEP.
NOW DO YOU WANT THE SHIT OR NOT?
WE'LL HAVE TO CHECK
WITH THE MAN FIRST.
LISTEN, DUMBSHIT,
IF YOU CAN'T MAKE A DECISION YOURSELF
DON'T WORRY ABOUT COMING BACK.
EAT ME, BALDY.
YOU KNOW "THE MOUTH"?
GOD DAMN IT, THIS HURTS!
- YEAH, THAT'S ME.
- A LITTLE GIRL WAS KIDNAPPED YESTERDAY,
CYAN FITZGERALD. WHO TOOK HER?
OKAY, MOUTH. SPEAK.
- WHO TOOK HER? - OKAY OKAY!
TWIST! TONY FUCKIN' TWIST!
CHRIST, WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?
WE'RE GONE MAYBE FIVE MINUTES.
DEKE, VINNY!
HOLY SHIT.
JESUS FUCKIN' CHRIST!
SON OF A BITCH HAS THE GIRL.
HEY!
SHIT-FACE.
HE HAD A DIRTY MOUTH.
AND SO DO YOU.
COME ON,
HONEY. IT'S TIME TO DANCE.
GET ME TONY. NOW!
IS THAT RIGHT?
YOU TELL THE HONORABLE
SENATOR FROM BUMFUCK
I WANNA BE ABLE TO
COUNT ON HIS ENDORSEMENT
OR HE CAN COUNT ON
HIS DRUG ADDICTION
MAKING THE FRONT PAGE
OF EVERY MAJOR
PAPER IN THE COUNTRY.
Y'ALL TAKE CARE NOW, YOU HEAR?
WHERE THE HELL ARE WE? I SAID THE WALDORF,
NOT THE WATERFRONT.
- - HEY!
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?
HEY! HEY, GOD DAMN IT!
FOR GOD'S SAKE, WHAT NOW?
SOMETHING IS AMISS, SENATOR.
SOMETHING IS NOT
RIGHT WITH THE WORLD.
DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT
THAT SOMETHING MIGHT BE?
MY HEART CAN'T TAKE MUCH MORE
OF THIS CLOAK-AND
DAGGER BULLSHIT.
SOMEONE HAS SENT
YOUR PRODIGAL SON
ON A DECIDEDLY UNTIMELY RAMPAGE.
MY SON?
LITTLE BASTARD BILLY.
HE'S FUCKING UP MY PLANS.
WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?
DID YOU SEND BILLY AFTER
WANDA BLAKE'S CHILD?
NO.
ABSOLUTELY NOT.
- ALL RIGHT. - WHAT HAPPENED?
HOW'D HE GET THE LITTLE GIRL?
IF IT WASN'T ME, THEN WHO...
THERE ARE FORCES AT WORK HERE,
CHAPEL...
SHADOW PLAYERS WHO HAVE
DECIDED TO REMAIN NAMELESS
FOR THE TIME BEING.
SOMEONE'S PLAYING YOUR GAME.
WE'LL SEE.
I'LL GET YOUR LOST WEAPONS
AND HUNT DOWN
THIS SOLDIER KILLER.
JUST REMEMBER
THE CLOCK'S TICKING.
DON'T WORRY. THIS
WON'T TAKE LONG.
LOOK, LET'S RUN IT DOWN AGAIN.
WE'VE BEEN THROUGH THIS ALREADY.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO
FIND OUT WHO TOOK CYAN?
HUMOR ME PLEASE, MR. FITZGERALD.
I NEED TO MAKE SURE
NOTHING'S MISSED.
NOW WHAT ABOUT GAMBLING DEBTS?
NONE.
AFFAIRS, A JEALOUS LOVER,
SOMEBODY YOU SCREWED
OVER ON A BUSINESS DEAL?
NO NO NO!
EASY, EASY!
WE'RE JUST TRYING
TO GET AT THE TRUTH.
WHAT ABOUT YOUR JOBS?
YOU WORK FOR THE GOVERNMENT
AND YOUR WIFE IS AN ATTORNEY.
OKAY, WHAT ABOUT THAT?
OH, GOD.
THE WATSON CASE.
MY CASE. THEY TOOK HER.
THEY KILLED MAX
AND THEY TOOK HER.
OH, GOD,
MY BABY. IT'S ALL MY FAULT.
IF ANYTHING HAPPENS... OH, GOD.
FIND CYAN, DETECTIVE.
FIND OUT WHO TOOK
OUR LITTLE GIRL.
GET THE PLANE READY.
I GOTTA GET THE FUCK OUTTA TOWN.
THE BOYS ARE ON THEIR WAY
AND NOW WYNN WILL BE ON MY ASS
'CAUSE YOU LOST THE KID!
SHUT UP, GOD DAMN IT!
GET IT DONE!
I WARNED YOU,
YOU FAT PIECE OF SHIT.
I CAN EXPLAIN!
WHERE'S THE LITTLE GIRL?
I'M TRYING TO TELL YOU!
WHERE IS SHE?
SOMEBODY TOOK HER FROM US!
ADDRESS?
I DON'T KNOW!
SOME FREAK IN AN
ICE CREAM TRUCK!
SOMEBODY MUST'VE TIPPED HIM OFF!
PLEASE DON'T HURT ME.
I'M TELLING YOU THE TRUTH!
I SWEAR ON MY BROTHER'S LIFE!
I swear I didn't know,
not at first anyway.
He's my flesh and blood.
He's done bad things.
Who hasn't? God forgive
me. I had to protect him.
It required some
serious arm-twisting...
I HATE THESE FRIGGIN' REPORTS.
YOU OUGHTA BE DOING THIS SHIT,
TWITCH.
YOU KNOW I HATE
TYPING UP THESE 5-5's!
It's not like I had a choice.
I made a few calls,
got a handle on things...
AW, SHIT.
GOD DAMN IT.
IT'S NOT THAT BIG A DEAL.
SIR, I'VE GOT IT...
THE ALLEY MURDERS,
STEVENS, THE WHOLE BALL OF WAX.
DON'T KEEP ME IN
SUSPENSE. SPIT IT OUT!
EXTORTION. STEVENS RECORDED
A CELLULAR PHONE CALL
BETWEEN AN UNKNOWN INDIVIDUAL
- AND SENATOR SCOTT McMILLAN.
- McMILLAN?
YES, SIR. McMILLAN,
AS IT TURNS OUT,
HAS AN ILLEGITIMATE SON
WHO HAPPENS TO ENJOY
DISMEMBERING LITTLE CHILDREN.
OH,
MAN. McMILLAN'S BEEN PULLING STRINGS,
COVERING FOR THE SICK BASTARD.
WAY AHEAD OF ME AS ALWAYS, SIR.
STEVENS PLANNED
TO SELL HIS STORY
TO "THE WASHINGTON POST."
AN ATTEMPT TO BLACKMAIL
McMILLAN OBVIOUSLY FAILED,
PUTTING STEVENS' LIFE IN DANGER.
SO STEVENS GOES
UNDERGROUND LONG ENOUGH
TO MAKE A KILLING ON THE
MEDIA MERRY-GO-ROUND.
McMILLAN TRACKS HIM DOWN,
GETS SOME WISEGUYS
TO PUNCH HIS TICKET
ALONG WITH THE REPORTERS.
IN NUTSHELL, SIR.
SO OUR PREACHER WASN'T
A CHILD KILLER AFTER ALL.
NO, SIR, HE WASN'T.
SO YOU WERE RIGHT. SO WHAT?
YOU GOT A NAME ON THIS PUSS BAG?
YES, SIR.
HIS NAME IS BILLY KINCAID.
GREAT WORK, TWITCH.
THANK YOU, SIR.
YOUR PRAISE MAKES
IT ALL WORTHWHILE.
YEAH, WHATEVER.
NOW IT'S TIME TO GET BUSY
WITH WHAT I'M GOOD AT.
I WANT EVERY OFFICER BROUGHT
UP TO SPEED ON THIS THING PRONTO,
'CAUSE THIS GUY'S
ASS IS GONNA BE MINE,
DEAD OR ALIVE. YOU GOT ME?
TIME TO HAVE THAT ICE CREAM.
MMM...
SUCH A PRETTY ONE.
DO YOU LIKE THE MUSIC?
I LIKE THE MUSIC VERY MUCH.
WOULD YOU LIKE TO DANCE?
JUST YOU AND ME?
BUT, FIRST...
CHOCOLATE PECANS,
STRAWBERRY WHIRLS.
VERY GOOD.
MOVE AWAY FROM THE CHILD...
NOW.
DO THIS THING RIGHT,
NO ONE GETS HURT, GOT THAT?
GOD BE WITH YOU, GENTLEMEN,
AND KICK ASS. OUT.
YOU'RE ON FIRE.
SON OF A BITCH!
COME ON, DAMN IT. LET'S MOVE!
All units,
suspect is headed south...
VEHICLE IS A WHITE PANEL TRUCK,
ICE CREAM DESIGN ON BOTH SIDES.
SUSPECT CONSIDERED ARMED
AND EXTREMELY DANGEROUS.
I WANT THIS FUCKIN'
PSYCHO STOPPED.
THEY THINK THEY GOT THE GUY.
I'M RIDING WITH YOU.
COME ON, PEOPLE. LET'S ROLL.
WHAT'S GOING ON? SOMETHING
ABOUT MY DAUGHTER?
MAYBE. WE GOT UNITS IN
PURSUIT OF A POTENTIAL SUSPECT.
- OH, MY GOD. - WHAT ABOUT CYAN?
- WE DON'T KNOW YET.
- WE'RE GOING WITH YOU.
SO HE GRABS THE GIRL...
I CAN'T TAKE THIS.
HE GRABS HER AND THEN...
AND THE HOUSE BLOWS UP!
- WHOA! - WHOA!
TWITCH,
WHO'S THAT JERKOFF ON TOP OF THE TRUCK?
- ACCOMPLICE? - NO IDEA, SIR.
IF HE'S IN THE WAY,
HE'S HISTORY. AM I CLEAR?
CRYSTAL CLEAR, SIR.
IT'S NOT EVEN HIS KID.
COME HERE, YOU FAT BASTARD!
THIS IS BULLSHIT!
I WANT A BLOCKADE ALL THE
WAY AROUND THIS PISSHOLE!
NOBODY IN OR OUT!
FOR CHRIST'S SAKE,
LET'S GET IT RIGHT THIS TIME!
LET HER GO.
FOR SOME WARRIORS,
THE ANSWER IS
CRYSTALLIZED IN AN INSTANT.
THEIR INSTINCTS POINT
THEM ONLY ONE WAY.
THE TRUTH BECOMES UNDENIABLE
AND APOCALYPTIC.
CYAN!
THIS IS ALL COMING
TOGETHER SO NICELY.
THERE'S NO ROOM FOR
PUSSIES IN SATAN'S ARMY.
YOU DON'T BELONG HERE.
HELP, DADDY!
KILL HIM.
KILL HIM!
KILL HIM.
KILL HIM!
KILL HIM. KILL HIM.
KILL HIM!
KILL HIM. KILL HIM!
NO-OOO!
WHAT THE FUCK?
HEY, YOU ASSHOLES,
THAT WASN'T IN THE
GODDAMN SCRIPT!
I DON'T THINK YOU REALIZE
WHAT'S AT STAKE HERE.
GET WITH THE FUCKIN' PROGRAM.
GET UP,
YOU WORTHLESS SACK OF SHIT.
I WANT MY ICE CREAM.
SORRY, ASSHOLE.
WE'RE ALL OUT OF ICE CREAM.
GOOD HELP IS SO
GODDAMN HARD TO FIND.
YOU MADE A FUCKING DEAL.
THE BOSS WON'T BE HAPPY
WHEN HE HEARS ABOUT THIS.
YOU REALLY FUCKED
YOURSELF THIS TIME.
THIS AIN'T OVER, SPAWN.
YOU MADE A FUCKING DEAL.
HELLO.
I WANT MY MOMMY.
YOU...
YOU GO TO YOUR MOMMY NOW.
SHE'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU.
YOU'RE GONNA BE ALL RIGHT NOW.
THANK YOU.
OH MY GOD, LOOK.
THERE'S THE LITTLE GIRL.
HOLD YOUR FIRE. IT'S THE KID!
YOU ALL RIGHT, HONEY?
I WANT MY MOMMY.
CYAN!
MOMMY!
THANK YOU!
THANK YOU, GOD!
THANK YOU.
DADDY.
HONEY,
WHERE'D YOU GET THIS?
HE GAVE IT TO ME, MOMMY. HE DID.
WHO, SWEETHEART?
THE SAD MAN.
WANDA.
AL.
FOR ALL HELLSPAWNS,
A TIME COMES
WHEN THE STAGE IS SET,
ALL SIDES HAVE BEEN CHOSEN,
THE WORLD AND ITS RULES
HAVE BEEN DEFINED
AND THE REAL WAR
IN ALL ITS APOCALYPTIC HORROR
IS FINALLY READY TO BEGIN.
KILLERS SHOULD BE KILLED?
AND IF WE KILL THEM,
DO WE ADD TO OR REDUCE
THE EVIL IN THIS WORLD?
I'M TODD McFARLANE,
CREATOR OF "SPAWN."
CAN YOU ANSWER THE QUESTION
I'VE JUST ASKED?
SPAWN HAS TO.
AS YOU'LL SEE,
IT'S TIME FOR A SHOWDOWN,
AND SPAWN STILL HAS
SOME BIG CHOICES TO MAKE.
IF HE DECIDES RIGHT,
THE BATTLE GOES
TO THE GOOD GUYS...
MAYBE.
IF HE DECIDES WRONG...
WELL, YOU KNOW THE ANSWER
TO THAT, DON'T YOU?
YOU WILL.
- WHO IS THIS FREAK?
- WITNESSES FIGURE HIM
FOR SOME KIND OF
WHACKED-OUT STREET PREACHER.
BUT I NEVER SAID I WAS
GONNA KILL ANYBODY.
THIS SO-CALLED PREACHER
JUST MIGHT BE OUR CHILD-KILLER.
Hold your fire.
- HE'S ARMED! HOLY SHIT!
- OH MY GOD!
EVERYBODY DOWN!
WYNN, WE'VE GOT A PROBLEM.
I'M LISTENING.
THE KYLE WATSON SITUATION
GOT OUT OF CONTROL.
That lawyer, Wanda Blake?
IT MUST BE HER.
Stay calm, run for President.
I'LL TAKE CARE OF THE REST.
I need a pick
up and delivery... a child.
HELLO, LITTLE GIRL.
DO YOU LIKE TUTTI-FRUTTI?
A report of a child kidnapping;
female,
approximately four years old;
answers to the name Cyan.
CYAN?
CYAN!
AND NOW,
"SPAWN." SO TURN OFF YOUR LIGHTS.
YO, MAN, IS IT REAL?
OF COURSE IT'S GRADE "A".
I GOT A REPUTATION TO KEEP.
NOW DO YOU WANT THE SHIT OR NOT?
WE'LL HAVE TO CHECK
WITH THE MAN FIRST.
LISTEN, DUMBSHIT,
IF YOU CAN'T MAKE A DECISION YOURSELF
DON'T WORRY ABOUT COMING BACK.
EAT ME, BALDY.
YOU KNOW "THE MOUTH"?
GOD DAMN IT, THIS HURTS!
- YEAH, THAT'S ME.
- A LITTLE GIRL WAS KIDNAPPED YESTERDAY,
CYAN FITZGERALD. WHO TOOK HER?
OKAY, MOUTH. SPEAK.
- WHO TOOK HER? - OKAY OKAY!
TWIST! TONY FUCKIN' TWIST!
CHRIST, WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?
WE'RE GONE MAYBE FIVE MINUTES.
DEKE, VINNY!
HOLY SHIT.
JESUS FUCKIN' CHRIST!
SON OF A BITCH HAS THE GIRL.
HEY!
SHIT-FACE.
HE HAD A DIRTY MOUTH.
AND SO DO YOU.
COME ON,
HONEY. IT'S TIME TO DANCE.
GET ME TONY. NOW!
IS THAT RIGHT?
YOU TELL THE HONORABLE
SENATOR FROM BUMFUCK
I WANNA BE ABLE TO
COUNT ON HIS ENDORSEMENT
OR HE CAN COUNT ON
HIS DRUG ADDICTION
MAKING THE FRONT PAGE
OF EVERY MAJOR
PAPER IN THE COUNTRY.
Y'ALL TAKE CARE NOW, YOU HEAR?
WHERE THE HELL ARE WE? I SAID THE WALDORF,
NOT THE WATERFRONT.
- - HEY!
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?
HEY! HEY, GOD DAMN IT!
FOR GOD'S SAKE, WHAT NOW?
SOMETHING IS AMISS, SENATOR.
SOMETHING IS NOT
RIGHT WITH THE WORLD.
DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT
THAT SOMETHING MIGHT BE?
MY HEART CAN'T TAKE MUCH MORE
OF THIS CLOAK-AND
DAGGER BULLSHIT.
SOMEONE HAS SENT
YOUR PRODIGAL SON
ON A DECIDEDLY UNTIMELY RAMPAGE.
MY SON?
LITTLE BASTARD BILLY.
HE'S FUCKING UP MY PLANS.
WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?
DID YOU SEND BILLY AFTER
WANDA BLAKE'S CHILD?
NO.
ABSOLUTELY NOT.
- ALL RIGHT. - WHAT HAPPENED?
HOW'D HE GET THE LITTLE GIRL?
IF IT WASN'T ME, THEN WHO...
THERE ARE FORCES AT WORK HERE,
CHAPEL...
SHADOW PLAYERS WHO HAVE
DECIDED TO REMAIN NAMELESS
FOR THE TIME BEING.
SOMEONE'S PLAYING YOUR GAME.
WE'LL SEE.
I'LL GET YOUR LOST WEAPONS
AND HUNT DOWN
THIS SOLDIER KILLER.
JUST REMEMBER
THE CLOCK'S TICKING.
DON'T WORRY. THIS
WON'T TAKE LONG.
LOOK, LET'S RUN IT DOWN AGAIN.
WE'VE BEEN THROUGH THIS ALREADY.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO
FIND OUT WHO TOOK CYAN?
HUMOR ME PLEASE, MR. FITZGERALD.
I NEED TO MAKE SURE
NOTHING'S MISSED.
NOW WHAT ABOUT GAMBLING DEBTS?
NONE.
AFFAIRS, A JEALOUS LOVER,
SOMEBODY YOU SCREWED
OVER ON A BUSINESS DEAL?
NO NO NO!
EASY, EASY!
WE'RE JUST TRYING
TO GET AT THE TRUTH.
WHAT ABOUT YOUR JOBS?
YOU WORK FOR THE GOVERNMENT
AND YOUR WIFE IS AN ATTORNEY.
OKAY, WHAT ABOUT THAT?
OH, GOD.
THE WATSON CASE.
MY CASE. THEY TOOK HER.
THEY KILLED MAX
AND THEY TOOK HER.
OH, GOD,
MY BABY. IT'S ALL MY FAULT.
IF ANYTHING HAPPENS... OH, GOD.
FIND CYAN, DETECTIVE.
FIND OUT WHO TOOK
OUR LITTLE GIRL.
GET THE PLANE READY.
I GOTTA GET THE FUCK OUTTA TOWN.
THE BOYS ARE ON THEIR WAY
AND NOW WYNN WILL BE ON MY ASS
'CAUSE YOU LOST THE KID!
SHUT UP, GOD DAMN IT!
GET IT DONE!
I WARNED YOU,
YOU FAT PIECE OF SHIT.
I CAN EXPLAIN!
WHERE'S THE LITTLE GIRL?
I'M TRYING TO TELL YOU!
WHERE IS SHE?
SOMEBODY TOOK HER FROM US!
ADDRESS?
I DON'T KNOW!
SOME FREAK IN AN
ICE CREAM TRUCK!
SOMEBODY MUST'VE TIPPED HIM OFF!
PLEASE DON'T HURT ME.
I'M TELLING YOU THE TRUTH!
I SWEAR ON MY BROTHER'S LIFE!
I swear I didn't know,
not at first anyway.
He's my flesh and blood.
He's done bad things.
Who hasn't? God forgive
me. I had to protect him.
It required some
serious arm-twisting...
I HATE THESE FRIGGIN' REPORTS.
YOU OUGHTA BE DOING THIS SHIT,
TWITCH.
YOU KNOW I HATE
TYPING UP THESE 5-5's!
It's not like I had a choice.
I made a few calls,
got a handle on things...
AW, SHIT.
GOD DAMN IT.
IT'S NOT THAT BIG A DEAL.
SIR, I'VE GOT IT...
THE ALLEY MURDERS,
STEVENS, THE WHOLE BALL OF WAX.
DON'T KEEP ME IN
SUSPENSE. SPIT IT OUT!
EXTORTION. STEVENS RECORDED
A CELLULAR PHONE CALL
BETWEEN AN UNKNOWN INDIVIDUAL
- AND SENATOR SCOTT McMILLAN.
- McMILLAN?
YES, SIR. McMILLAN,
AS IT TURNS OUT,
HAS AN ILLEGITIMATE SON
WHO HAPPENS TO ENJOY
DISMEMBERING LITTLE CHILDREN.
OH,
MAN. McMILLAN'S BEEN PULLING STRINGS,
COVERING FOR THE SICK BASTARD.
WAY AHEAD OF ME AS ALWAYS, SIR.
STEVENS PLANNED
TO SELL HIS STORY
TO "THE WASHINGTON POST."
AN ATTEMPT TO BLACKMAIL
McMILLAN OBVIOUSLY FAILED,
PUTTING STEVENS' LIFE IN DANGER.
SO STEVENS GOES
UNDERGROUND LONG ENOUGH
TO MAKE A KILLING ON THE
MEDIA MERRY-GO-ROUND.
McMILLAN TRACKS HIM DOWN,
GETS SOME WISEGUYS
TO PUNCH HIS TICKET
ALONG WITH THE REPORTERS.
IN NUTSHELL, SIR.
SO OUR PREACHER WASN'T
A CHILD KILLER AFTER ALL.
NO, SIR, HE WASN'T.
SO YOU WERE RIGHT. SO WHAT?
YOU GOT A NAME ON THIS PUSS BAG?
YES, SIR.
HIS NAME IS BILLY KINCAID.
GREAT WORK, TWITCH.
THANK YOU, SIR.
YOUR PRAISE MAKES
IT ALL WORTHWHILE.
YEAH, WHATEVER.
NOW IT'S TIME TO GET BUSY
WITH WHAT I'M GOOD AT.
I WANT EVERY OFFICER BROUGHT
UP TO SPEED ON THIS THING PRONTO,
'CAUSE THIS GUY'S
ASS IS GONNA BE MINE,
DEAD OR ALIVE. YOU GOT ME?
TIME TO HAVE THAT ICE CREAM.
MMM...
SUCH A PRETTY ONE.
DO YOU LIKE THE MUSIC?
I LIKE THE MUSIC VERY MUCH.
WOULD YOU LIKE TO DANCE?
JUST YOU AND ME?
BUT, FIRST...
CHOCOLATE PECANS,
STRAWBERRY WHIRLS.
VERY GOOD.
MOVE AWAY FROM THE CHILD...
NOW.
DO THIS THING RIGHT,
NO ONE GETS HURT, GOT THAT?
GOD BE WITH YOU, GENTLEMEN,
AND KICK ASS. OUT.
YOU'RE ON FIRE.
SON OF A BITCH!
COME ON, DAMN IT. LET'S MOVE!
All units,
suspect is headed south...
VEHICLE IS A WHITE PANEL TRUCK,
ICE CREAM DESIGN ON BOTH SIDES.
SUSPECT CONSIDERED ARMED
AND EXTREMELY DANGEROUS.
I WANT THIS FUCKIN'
PSYCHO STOPPED.
THEY THINK THEY GOT THE GUY.
I'M RIDING WITH YOU.
COME ON, PEOPLE. LET'S ROLL.
WHAT'S GOING ON? SOMETHING
ABOUT MY DAUGHTER?
MAYBE. WE GOT UNITS IN
PURSUIT OF A POTENTIAL SUSPECT.
- OH, MY GOD. - WHAT ABOUT CYAN?
- WE DON'T KNOW YET.
- WE'RE GOING WITH YOU.
SO HE GRABS THE GIRL...
I CAN'T TAKE THIS.
HE GRABS HER AND THEN...
AND THE HOUSE BLOWS UP!
- WHOA! - WHOA!
TWITCH,
WHO'S THAT JERKOFF ON TOP OF THE TRUCK?
- ACCOMPLICE? - NO IDEA, SIR.
IF HE'S IN THE WAY,
HE'S HISTORY. AM I CLEAR?
CRYSTAL CLEAR, SIR.
IT'S NOT EVEN HIS KID.
COME HERE, YOU FAT BASTARD!
THIS IS BULLSHIT!
I WANT A BLOCKADE ALL THE
WAY AROUND THIS PISSHOLE!
NOBODY IN OR OUT!
FOR CHRIST'S SAKE,
LET'S GET IT RIGHT THIS TIME!
LET HER GO.
FOR SOME WARRIORS,
THE ANSWER IS
CRYSTALLIZED IN AN INSTANT.
THEIR INSTINCTS POINT
THEM ONLY ONE WAY.
THE TRUTH BECOMES UNDENIABLE
AND APOCALYPTIC.
CYAN!
THIS IS ALL COMING
TOGETHER SO NICELY.
THERE'S NO ROOM FOR
PUSSIES IN SATAN'S ARMY.
YOU DON'T BELONG HERE.
HELP, DADDY!
KILL HIM.
KILL HIM!
KILL HIM.
KILL HIM!
KILL HIM. KILL HIM.
KILL HIM!
KILL HIM. KILL HIM!
NO-OOO!
WHAT THE FUCK?
HEY, YOU ASSHOLES,
THAT WASN'T IN THE
GODDAMN SCRIPT!
I DON'T THINK YOU REALIZE
WHAT'S AT STAKE HERE.
GET WITH THE FUCKIN' PROGRAM.
GET UP,
YOU WORTHLESS SACK OF SHIT.
I WANT MY ICE CREAM.
SORRY, ASSHOLE.
WE'RE ALL OUT OF ICE CREAM.
GOOD HELP IS SO
GODDAMN HARD TO FIND.
YOU MADE A FUCKING DEAL.
THE BOSS WON'T BE HAPPY
WHEN HE HEARS ABOUT THIS.
YOU REALLY FUCKED
YOURSELF THIS TIME.
THIS AIN'T OVER, SPAWN.
YOU MADE A FUCKING DEAL.
HELLO.
I WANT MY MOMMY.
YOU...
YOU GO TO YOUR MOMMY NOW.
SHE'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU.
YOU'RE GONNA BE ALL RIGHT NOW.
THANK YOU.
OH MY GOD, LOOK.
THERE'S THE LITTLE GIRL.
HOLD YOUR FIRE. IT'S THE KID!
YOU ALL RIGHT, HONEY?
I WANT MY MOMMY.
CYAN!
MOMMY!
THANK YOU!
THANK YOU, GOD!
THANK YOU.
DADDY.
HONEY,
WHERE'D YOU GET THIS?
HE GAVE IT TO ME, MOMMY. HE DID.
WHO, SWEETHEART?
THE SAD MAN.
WANDA.
AL.
FOR ALL HELLSPAWNS,
A TIME COMES
WHEN THE STAGE IS SET,
ALL SIDES HAVE BEEN CHOSEN,
THE WORLD AND ITS RULES
HAVE BEEN DEFINED
AND THE REAL WAR
IN ALL ITS APOCALYPTIC HORROR
IS FINALLY READY TO BEGIN.