Todd McFarlane's Spawn (1997–1999): Season 2, Episode 2 - Access Denied - full transcript
Spawn is tortured by dreams of his former wife Wanda now sleeping with his onetime best friend Terry, and the manipulative Clown fuels the fire by trying to get Spawn to blame Terry for stealing his wife.
YOU'RE JUST NOW
REMEMBERING
WHO TORCHED YOUR
SORRY ASS, HMM ?
TIME FOR YOU TO LEARN SOMETHING
FROM ALL THIS, SPAWN.
NO ONE
CAN BE TRUSTED.
I NEED THOSE GUNS
OFF THE STREET, CHAPEL.
THAT ORDNANCE
IS TRACEABLE TO ME.
TONIGHT.
WANDA ?
I FORGOT SOMETHING.
I LOVE YOU.
I LOVE YOU,
TERRY.
OH, MY GOD !
WELL, WHAT
HAVE WE HERE ?
I REMEMBER YOU.
SIMMONS ?
KILL ME,
FINISH IT !
THERE'S NO
COMING BACK.
NO...
I'M GONNA
LET YOU LIVE
LONGER THAN
YOU WANT TO.
NO !
WHEN AL SIMMONS DIED,
HE MADE A DEAL WITH HELL.
HE'D HARVEST AS MANY SOULS
AS THEY WANTED
IF HE COULD COME BACK TO EARTH
FOR THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE.
SO THEY RETURNED HIM
WITH THE DECAYED
FLESH OF THE DEAD,
AND A FACE
THAT WAS ROTTING.
OH, AND ONE
OTHER LITTLE TRICK.
AL WAITED
FIVE LONG YEARS,
SO THE LOVE HE CAME BACK FOR,
SHE WAS GONE,
MOVED ON WITH
HER LIFE.
NOW REMARRIED
TO HIS BEST FRIEND.
SEE...
IT'S ALL JUST SOME
SADISTIC CRUEL JOKE.
BUT, AL,
HE'S NOT LAUGHING.
BORN OUT OF DARKNESS.
A HELL SPAWN
IS ISOLATED,
CONFUSED,
TORMENTED.
HE FINDS NO SOLACE
IN HIS OWN THOUGHTS.
THEY ARE DISTORTED,
TWISTED, GROTESQUE.
WHATEVER FRAGMENTS
OF MEMORIES THAT REMAIN
ARE NOT HIS OWN.
THEY ARE INTRUDERS.
MEMORIES
ARE HIS ENEMY.
OH, I ALWAYS
WANTED YOU, WANDA.
OH TERRY,
YOU'RE MORE OF A MAN
THAN AL EVER WAS.
I'M GLAD WE GOT RID OF
THAT SONOFABITCH.
OH, GOD !
TERRY.
NO !
STAY OUT OF
MY DREAMS !
YOUR DREAMS ?
MALEBOLGIA
OWNS YOU.
YOU ARE
HIS BITCH.
YOU DON'T
HAVE SHIT.
NOTHING BUT
A CHEAP SUIT
AND A BAD
COMPLEXION.
DON'T YOU GET IT,
SPAWNY ?
YOUR FRIENDS
ALL FUCKED YOU.
THIS IS GETTING
EMBARRASSING,
THIS WANDA FETISH
YOU HAVE.
I DON'T WANT TO HEAR HER NAME
FROM YOUR FILTHY MOUTH !
WANDA, WANDA, WANDA !
YES !
NICE SHOT,
SPAWN.
OH, BUT I THINK
YOU'RE DEALING
WITH SOME MISPLACED
ANGER HERE.
DON'T GET
PISSED AT ME.
I'M THE ONE
WHO'S HELPING YOU OUT.
I'M NOT THE ONE
WHO STOLE YOUR WIFE.
BUT, HEY,
THINK ABOUT IT.
JUST HOW WELL
DID YOU KNOW
TERRY ANYWAY ?
TERRY...
WHY DON'T WE HAVE FITZGERALD
SHAKE HANDS WITH MR. RIMERE ?
THEY'RE SUCH OLD FRIENDS.
WHAT ARE WE
REALLY LOOKING AT HERE ?
A TRAITOR, MR. BURGEON.
AND HE'S ABOUT TO BE DEALT WITH.
WHAT SOME MEN WILL DO
FOR MONEY IS A TRAVESTY,
SELLING MISSILES TO
A KNOWN TERRORIST.
THE VOICE ?
THE VOICE IS EASIER
THAN THE VISUAL, MR. WYNN.
PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE ?
PARANOID, DELUSIONAL.
IT READS LIKE A GREEK TRAGEDY.
SHAME HOW QUICKLY A
MAN CAN CRASH AND BURN.
SPLENDID OBSERVATION, BURGEON.
I SUGGEST YOU KEEP IT IN MIND,
SHOULD YOU EVER BE
TEMPTED TO SHOP YOUR SKILLS.
I'M AWARE OF YOUR
REPUTATION, SIR.
OF COURSE, YOU ARE.
YOUR FEE HAS ALREADY BEEN WIRED.
YES ?
Fitzgerald's
on the loose.
I WANT MY MISSILES MOVED OUT
OF THAT WAREHOUSE TONIGHT.
But, but--
RIGHT NOW.
MERRICK WILL HAVE
COORDINATES FOR DELIVERY.
OH, AND, UM,
SEND ME LEON NOW.
FITZGERALD IS A TRAITOR.
AND HOW DOES OUR
AGENCY HANDLE TRAITORS ?
THEY'RE LIQUIDATED.
I WANT YOU TO USE LEON
AND THAT HILLBILLY KID.
I DON'T TRUST THAT HILLBILLY.
HE WORKED FOR THE RUSSIAN MOB.
I TRUST HIM.
HI.
YOU'VE BEEN GONE FOR
HOURS, BABY, WHAT'S WRONG ?
I'VE BEEN WALKING
AROUND, THINKING.
I JUST-- I WANTED
TO SEE YOU AND CYAN
AND TELL YOU THAT I
MIGHT BE GONE A FEW DAYS.
WHAT'S GOING ON ?
I FEEL LIKE MY WHOLE LIFE
IS COLLAPSING AROUND ME.
TERRY, TALK TO ME.
I'M TIRED.
I'M JUST SO TIRED, I
CAN'T THINK STRAIGHT.
I GOTTA GO.
NOW ?!
TERRY, IT'S THREE O'CLOCK.
YOU HAVE A WIFE AND A CHILD.
LET SOMEONE ELSE
TAKE CARE OF IT.
I'M ALL ALONE ON THIS.
YOU'RE DOING
FIELDWORK, LIKE AL DID.
DON'T LAY THAT ON ME, WANDA.
YOU GOTTA TRUST ME.
I HAVE TO DO THIS.
TRUST ?!
DON'T ASK A WIDOW
FOR BLIND TRUST.
I TRUST WITH MY EYES WIDE OPEN.
SO YOU BETTER TELL ME
WHAT'S GOING ON RIGHT NOW !
I CAN'T !
I'M TRYING TO PROTECT YOU.
Al used
to say the same thing.
You're not protecting
me, you're scaring me.
I won't raise a
fatherless child, Terry.
Thanks for
all the support.
I have to go.
HE'S ENROUTE.
WHERE'S HE GOING ?
ON THE WAY TO THE WAREHOUSE.
YOU WON'T BE KILLING HIM.
HE'S MINE.
HEY, BUDDY, YOU OKAY ?
HOLY SHIT.
UNIT TWELVE, UNIT TWELVE.
I NEED BACKUP,
RIVERSIDE AND 110th.
TEN OF OURS
TO BRING IN ONE GUY ?
WHAT IS HE, DUSTED ?
NO DRUGS IN HIS SYSTEM.
THE DOCTOR SEEMS TO FEEL
THERE'S SOME SORT
OF BRAIN DAMAGE.
SHIT, WHERE'D THEY
PICK THIS GUY UP ?
THE ALLEYS WHERE WE'RE
INVESTIGATING THOSE MURDERS.
COINCIDENCE ?
I DON'T BELIEVE IN COINCIDENCES.
NEITHER DO I, SIR.
NOT DOWN THERE.
SHIT !
WELL, THERE'S THE
PROBLEM RIGHT THERE.
HE USES TOO MUCH MAKEUP.
THAT CAN DRIVE A GUY NUTS.
RITUALISTIC MARKINGS,
VERY PRIMAL, YES.
AFRICAN WARRIORS
USE SIMILAR MARKINGS.
THE SKULL SIGNIFIES DEATH.
LOOKS MILITARY.
SPECIAL FORCES TRAINING.
NO TAGS.
MERCENARY, MAYBE.
HIS FINGERPRINTS
HAVE BEEN BURNED OFF.
IT'LL BE HARD TO
MAKE A POSITIVE I.D.
LOOKS LIKE WE GOT
OURSELVES A REAL PRO.
AL ?
CHRIST !
NO !
I KILLED HIM !
DO YOU HEAR ME ? I KILLED HIM !
DO YOU HEAR ME ? I KILLED HIM !
CONFESSIONS OF A FRUITCAKE,
PROBABLY NOTHING.
CHECK THE ALLEYS FOR
ANOTHER BODY ANYWAY.
YES ?
WE JUST PICKED UP
ONE OF YOUR BOYS.
A TRIGGER MAN WITH A
SKULL PAINTED ON HIS FACE
SOUND FAMILIAR ?
I WANT HIM CUT LOOSE.
I DON'T THINK YOU DO.
HE LOOKS LIKE HE'S
BEEN THROUGH A WAR.
THE GUY'S A FUCKING TIME BOMB.
ALRIGHT, I'LL
ATTEND TO IT MYSELF.
CHAPEL,
ANOTHER DISAPPOINTMENT.
WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU ?
GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME !
SELLING ARMS TO A TERRORIST,
THAT WAS AN IMPROPER
THING TO DO, MR. FITZGERALD.
THIS IS BULLSHIT !
OF COURSE, IT IS.
ANYTHING MORE TO SAY ?
YOU CAN'T JUST--
YOU JUST RESISTED ARREST.
HOLY SHIT !
CALL IN "B" TEAM.
FITZGERALD'S GOT BACKUP.
HELLO, LEON.
HE'S GOT HELP,
KILL BOTH OF THEM.
Are you guys
ready for this ?
Do you want to get the
hottest abs around... ?
... and your butt, perfect.
MOVE AWAY FROM THE DESK.
NOW, DROP YOUR GUN BELT
AND PUT YOUR HANDS
BEHIND YOUR BACK.
HOW MANY PEOPLE ARE HERE ?
JUST A COUPLE THIS SHIFT.
IT'S MOSTLY AUTOMATED.
CUT THE
PHONES AND THE SECURITY.
THIS WAS SUPPOSED
TO BE A PIECE OF ACTION.
NOW SUDDENLY WE HAVE A BUILDING
I HAVE NO BLUEPRINTS
FOR, MERRICK.
I'LL BE YOUR EYES
AND EARS, LEON.
I DON'T LIKE A WOMAN WATCHING
MY BACK, THEY'RE TOO SOFT.
NOT MERRICK.
WE DID A HARD CONTRACT
AGAINST THE RUSSIAN MOB.
SHE GOT HIT AND LEFT BEHIND.
THEY USED HER BADLY.
I'D LIKE TO
USE HER BADLY.
YOU TALK TOO MUCH.
SHIT !
HEY, WAIT !
OH, SHIT !
I GOTTA FIND THOSE MISSILES.
IT'S THE ONLY WAY
OUT OF THIS MESS.
COME ON, COME ON.
THEY GOTTA BE HERE.
YES !
I'VE GOT 'EM.
GOT 'EM.
SHIT !
HEY, HEY, YOU GOTTA
CALL THE POLICE !
LADY ?
I DON'T
KNOW IF YOU BOYS HAVE NOTICED,
BUT OUR TARGET
IS ABOUT TO ESCAPE.
IF YOU TAKE YOUR THUMBS
OUT OF YOUR ASSES,
YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO CATCH HIM.
HE'S UP THERE.
THIS OLD BOY'S A HARD
DOG TO KEEP UNDER THE PORCH.
WHEN I CATCH THIS
LITTLE JACKRABBIT,
I'M GONNA SKIN HIM.
DON'T
UNDERESTIMATE THIS GUY.
HE'S A BOY SCOUT.
HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT
HE'S GONNA DO NEXT.
I KNOW SOME
OF THOSE RUSSIANS.
WHO WERE THEY ?
DON'T KNOW, AFTER
MERRICK WAS DONE WITH THEM,
THEY COULDN'T
IDENTIFY THE BODIES.
JESUS.
I WAS JUST DOING
MY JOB, GODDAMNIT !
WHY ARE THEY DOING THIS TO ME ?!
HEY, LITTLE RABBIT.
YOU DOWN THAT RABBIT HOLE ?
WHAT ARE YOU
WAITING FOR ? POP HIM !
THE ASSHOLE TOOK YOUR OLD LADY.
HE TORCHED YOU, YOU DUMB SHIT.
AS SURE AS IF IT WAS
HIS HAND ON THE TORCH.
HE NEEDED YOU GONE.
COME ON.
IF EVER THERE WAS A MOTIVE
THAT EVERY-FUCKING-BODY
UNDERSTANDS,
IT WAS, "HE TOOK MY WOMAN".
I NEED HIM ALIVE
UNTIL I KNOW THE TRUTH.
LET'S SEE...
"BEAUTIFUL YOUNG WOMAN
DESIRES GENEROUS MAN
FOR NEW SITUATION."
NOT BAD.
OPEN VAULT 73
AND THEN GO FOR THE COPS.
THERE IT IS.
HOLY SHIT !
THESE ARE THE NUMBERS,
THE NUMBERS MATCH.
JESUS, WYNN IS A TRAITOR.
GOT HIM.
TOO BAD, LITTLE
LADY, WRONG TURN.
GIVE ME THE TRUTH !
AL, IF I KNEW WHO DID IT,
I'D TAKE HIM DOWN.
I'LL TAKE CARE OF
HER BUDDY, I PROMISE.
GOOD LUCK UP THERE.
IT'S TRUE.
YOU DIDN'T KNOW.
THIS HAS ALL BEEN VERY MESSY.
I KEEP A CLEAN HOUSE.
LEAVE...
OR WE ALL GO.
I'VE GOT NOTHING TO LOSE.
YOU WON'T DO IT.
YOU DON'T HAVE THE
BALLS, DESK JOCKEY.
THAT'S YOUR WHOLE PROBLEM,
YOU'RE JUST NOT THE TYPE.
GODDAMNIT !
SO WHAT ?
SO YOU GAVE HIM PERMISSION.
SO HE DIDN'T KNOW, DID
HE HAVE TO SCREW HER ?
HE COULD HAVE BEEN
PLATONIC, RIGHT ?
DID HE HAVE TO SLAM
IT TO HER EVERY NIGHT ?!
EVERY YEAR I ASK THEM
TO KEEP HIS GRAVE BETTER
AND EVERY YEAR
THEY LET IT GO TO SEED.
TERRY, DON'T LEAVE
ME THE WAY HE DID.
PROMISE ME, NO
FIELD ASSIGNMENTS.
HEY, I WON'T LEAVE YOU.
I'M A DESK JOCKEY,
AND I'M PROUD OF IT.
AL WAS MY BEST FRIEND.
HE ONLY ASKED ME TO
DO ONE THING FOR HIM,
TO TAKE CARE OF YOU.
I PROMISED HIM I WOULD.
HE'S LAYING OVER THERE.
HEY, BOY SCOUT,
YOU MADE THAT FUN.
SHIT !
ARGH... !!
YOU'RE NOT GONNA
DIE ON THIS ROOF.
TAKE CARE OF WANDA
UNTIL I COME FOR HER.
THIS TIME THE HELL
SPAWN KEPT THE DEMONS AT BAY,
BUT HE KNOWS THEY
WILL ALWAYS RETURN
TO TORMENT HIM,
MAKING HIM BLIND TO THE TRUTH.
YOU LET HIM GO,
WHY ?
WHAT DID YOU SAY ?
YOU !
OLD BUM !
WHEN YOU LET HIM GO,
YOU TOOK A STEP TOWARD
FREEING YOURSELF.
HOW THE HELL
DO YOU KNOW ?!
HOW DO YOU KNOW
ANY OF IT ?!
I KNOW.
YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE
TOUCHED BY HIS CURSE.
WHO ARE YOU ?
REMEMBERING
WHO TORCHED YOUR
SORRY ASS, HMM ?
TIME FOR YOU TO LEARN SOMETHING
FROM ALL THIS, SPAWN.
NO ONE
CAN BE TRUSTED.
I NEED THOSE GUNS
OFF THE STREET, CHAPEL.
THAT ORDNANCE
IS TRACEABLE TO ME.
TONIGHT.
WANDA ?
I FORGOT SOMETHING.
I LOVE YOU.
I LOVE YOU,
TERRY.
OH, MY GOD !
WELL, WHAT
HAVE WE HERE ?
I REMEMBER YOU.
SIMMONS ?
KILL ME,
FINISH IT !
THERE'S NO
COMING BACK.
NO...
I'M GONNA
LET YOU LIVE
LONGER THAN
YOU WANT TO.
NO !
WHEN AL SIMMONS DIED,
HE MADE A DEAL WITH HELL.
HE'D HARVEST AS MANY SOULS
AS THEY WANTED
IF HE COULD COME BACK TO EARTH
FOR THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE.
SO THEY RETURNED HIM
WITH THE DECAYED
FLESH OF THE DEAD,
AND A FACE
THAT WAS ROTTING.
OH, AND ONE
OTHER LITTLE TRICK.
AL WAITED
FIVE LONG YEARS,
SO THE LOVE HE CAME BACK FOR,
SHE WAS GONE,
MOVED ON WITH
HER LIFE.
NOW REMARRIED
TO HIS BEST FRIEND.
SEE...
IT'S ALL JUST SOME
SADISTIC CRUEL JOKE.
BUT, AL,
HE'S NOT LAUGHING.
BORN OUT OF DARKNESS.
A HELL SPAWN
IS ISOLATED,
CONFUSED,
TORMENTED.
HE FINDS NO SOLACE
IN HIS OWN THOUGHTS.
THEY ARE DISTORTED,
TWISTED, GROTESQUE.
WHATEVER FRAGMENTS
OF MEMORIES THAT REMAIN
ARE NOT HIS OWN.
THEY ARE INTRUDERS.
MEMORIES
ARE HIS ENEMY.
OH, I ALWAYS
WANTED YOU, WANDA.
OH TERRY,
YOU'RE MORE OF A MAN
THAN AL EVER WAS.
I'M GLAD WE GOT RID OF
THAT SONOFABITCH.
OH, GOD !
TERRY.
NO !
STAY OUT OF
MY DREAMS !
YOUR DREAMS ?
MALEBOLGIA
OWNS YOU.
YOU ARE
HIS BITCH.
YOU DON'T
HAVE SHIT.
NOTHING BUT
A CHEAP SUIT
AND A BAD
COMPLEXION.
DON'T YOU GET IT,
SPAWNY ?
YOUR FRIENDS
ALL FUCKED YOU.
THIS IS GETTING
EMBARRASSING,
THIS WANDA FETISH
YOU HAVE.
I DON'T WANT TO HEAR HER NAME
FROM YOUR FILTHY MOUTH !
WANDA, WANDA, WANDA !
YES !
NICE SHOT,
SPAWN.
OH, BUT I THINK
YOU'RE DEALING
WITH SOME MISPLACED
ANGER HERE.
DON'T GET
PISSED AT ME.
I'M THE ONE
WHO'S HELPING YOU OUT.
I'M NOT THE ONE
WHO STOLE YOUR WIFE.
BUT, HEY,
THINK ABOUT IT.
JUST HOW WELL
DID YOU KNOW
TERRY ANYWAY ?
TERRY...
WHY DON'T WE HAVE FITZGERALD
SHAKE HANDS WITH MR. RIMERE ?
THEY'RE SUCH OLD FRIENDS.
WHAT ARE WE
REALLY LOOKING AT HERE ?
A TRAITOR, MR. BURGEON.
AND HE'S ABOUT TO BE DEALT WITH.
WHAT SOME MEN WILL DO
FOR MONEY IS A TRAVESTY,
SELLING MISSILES TO
A KNOWN TERRORIST.
THE VOICE ?
THE VOICE IS EASIER
THAN THE VISUAL, MR. WYNN.
PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE ?
PARANOID, DELUSIONAL.
IT READS LIKE A GREEK TRAGEDY.
SHAME HOW QUICKLY A
MAN CAN CRASH AND BURN.
SPLENDID OBSERVATION, BURGEON.
I SUGGEST YOU KEEP IT IN MIND,
SHOULD YOU EVER BE
TEMPTED TO SHOP YOUR SKILLS.
I'M AWARE OF YOUR
REPUTATION, SIR.
OF COURSE, YOU ARE.
YOUR FEE HAS ALREADY BEEN WIRED.
YES ?
Fitzgerald's
on the loose.
I WANT MY MISSILES MOVED OUT
OF THAT WAREHOUSE TONIGHT.
But, but--
RIGHT NOW.
MERRICK WILL HAVE
COORDINATES FOR DELIVERY.
OH, AND, UM,
SEND ME LEON NOW.
FITZGERALD IS A TRAITOR.
AND HOW DOES OUR
AGENCY HANDLE TRAITORS ?
THEY'RE LIQUIDATED.
I WANT YOU TO USE LEON
AND THAT HILLBILLY KID.
I DON'T TRUST THAT HILLBILLY.
HE WORKED FOR THE RUSSIAN MOB.
I TRUST HIM.
HI.
YOU'VE BEEN GONE FOR
HOURS, BABY, WHAT'S WRONG ?
I'VE BEEN WALKING
AROUND, THINKING.
I JUST-- I WANTED
TO SEE YOU AND CYAN
AND TELL YOU THAT I
MIGHT BE GONE A FEW DAYS.
WHAT'S GOING ON ?
I FEEL LIKE MY WHOLE LIFE
IS COLLAPSING AROUND ME.
TERRY, TALK TO ME.
I'M TIRED.
I'M JUST SO TIRED, I
CAN'T THINK STRAIGHT.
I GOTTA GO.
NOW ?!
TERRY, IT'S THREE O'CLOCK.
YOU HAVE A WIFE AND A CHILD.
LET SOMEONE ELSE
TAKE CARE OF IT.
I'M ALL ALONE ON THIS.
YOU'RE DOING
FIELDWORK, LIKE AL DID.
DON'T LAY THAT ON ME, WANDA.
YOU GOTTA TRUST ME.
I HAVE TO DO THIS.
TRUST ?!
DON'T ASK A WIDOW
FOR BLIND TRUST.
I TRUST WITH MY EYES WIDE OPEN.
SO YOU BETTER TELL ME
WHAT'S GOING ON RIGHT NOW !
I CAN'T !
I'M TRYING TO PROTECT YOU.
Al used
to say the same thing.
You're not protecting
me, you're scaring me.
I won't raise a
fatherless child, Terry.
Thanks for
all the support.
I have to go.
HE'S ENROUTE.
WHERE'S HE GOING ?
ON THE WAY TO THE WAREHOUSE.
YOU WON'T BE KILLING HIM.
HE'S MINE.
HEY, BUDDY, YOU OKAY ?
HOLY SHIT.
UNIT TWELVE, UNIT TWELVE.
I NEED BACKUP,
RIVERSIDE AND 110th.
TEN OF OURS
TO BRING IN ONE GUY ?
WHAT IS HE, DUSTED ?
NO DRUGS IN HIS SYSTEM.
THE DOCTOR SEEMS TO FEEL
THERE'S SOME SORT
OF BRAIN DAMAGE.
SHIT, WHERE'D THEY
PICK THIS GUY UP ?
THE ALLEYS WHERE WE'RE
INVESTIGATING THOSE MURDERS.
COINCIDENCE ?
I DON'T BELIEVE IN COINCIDENCES.
NEITHER DO I, SIR.
NOT DOWN THERE.
SHIT !
WELL, THERE'S THE
PROBLEM RIGHT THERE.
HE USES TOO MUCH MAKEUP.
THAT CAN DRIVE A GUY NUTS.
RITUALISTIC MARKINGS,
VERY PRIMAL, YES.
AFRICAN WARRIORS
USE SIMILAR MARKINGS.
THE SKULL SIGNIFIES DEATH.
LOOKS MILITARY.
SPECIAL FORCES TRAINING.
NO TAGS.
MERCENARY, MAYBE.
HIS FINGERPRINTS
HAVE BEEN BURNED OFF.
IT'LL BE HARD TO
MAKE A POSITIVE I.D.
LOOKS LIKE WE GOT
OURSELVES A REAL PRO.
AL ?
CHRIST !
NO !
I KILLED HIM !
DO YOU HEAR ME ? I KILLED HIM !
DO YOU HEAR ME ? I KILLED HIM !
CONFESSIONS OF A FRUITCAKE,
PROBABLY NOTHING.
CHECK THE ALLEYS FOR
ANOTHER BODY ANYWAY.
YES ?
WE JUST PICKED UP
ONE OF YOUR BOYS.
A TRIGGER MAN WITH A
SKULL PAINTED ON HIS FACE
SOUND FAMILIAR ?
I WANT HIM CUT LOOSE.
I DON'T THINK YOU DO.
HE LOOKS LIKE HE'S
BEEN THROUGH A WAR.
THE GUY'S A FUCKING TIME BOMB.
ALRIGHT, I'LL
ATTEND TO IT MYSELF.
CHAPEL,
ANOTHER DISAPPOINTMENT.
WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU ?
GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME !
SELLING ARMS TO A TERRORIST,
THAT WAS AN IMPROPER
THING TO DO, MR. FITZGERALD.
THIS IS BULLSHIT !
OF COURSE, IT IS.
ANYTHING MORE TO SAY ?
YOU CAN'T JUST--
YOU JUST RESISTED ARREST.
HOLY SHIT !
CALL IN "B" TEAM.
FITZGERALD'S GOT BACKUP.
HELLO, LEON.
HE'S GOT HELP,
KILL BOTH OF THEM.
Are you guys
ready for this ?
Do you want to get the
hottest abs around... ?
... and your butt, perfect.
MOVE AWAY FROM THE DESK.
NOW, DROP YOUR GUN BELT
AND PUT YOUR HANDS
BEHIND YOUR BACK.
HOW MANY PEOPLE ARE HERE ?
JUST A COUPLE THIS SHIFT.
IT'S MOSTLY AUTOMATED.
CUT THE
PHONES AND THE SECURITY.
THIS WAS SUPPOSED
TO BE A PIECE OF ACTION.
NOW SUDDENLY WE HAVE A BUILDING
I HAVE NO BLUEPRINTS
FOR, MERRICK.
I'LL BE YOUR EYES
AND EARS, LEON.
I DON'T LIKE A WOMAN WATCHING
MY BACK, THEY'RE TOO SOFT.
NOT MERRICK.
WE DID A HARD CONTRACT
AGAINST THE RUSSIAN MOB.
SHE GOT HIT AND LEFT BEHIND.
THEY USED HER BADLY.
I'D LIKE TO
USE HER BADLY.
YOU TALK TOO MUCH.
SHIT !
HEY, WAIT !
OH, SHIT !
I GOTTA FIND THOSE MISSILES.
IT'S THE ONLY WAY
OUT OF THIS MESS.
COME ON, COME ON.
THEY GOTTA BE HERE.
YES !
I'VE GOT 'EM.
GOT 'EM.
SHIT !
HEY, HEY, YOU GOTTA
CALL THE POLICE !
LADY ?
I DON'T
KNOW IF YOU BOYS HAVE NOTICED,
BUT OUR TARGET
IS ABOUT TO ESCAPE.
IF YOU TAKE YOUR THUMBS
OUT OF YOUR ASSES,
YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO CATCH HIM.
HE'S UP THERE.
THIS OLD BOY'S A HARD
DOG TO KEEP UNDER THE PORCH.
WHEN I CATCH THIS
LITTLE JACKRABBIT,
I'M GONNA SKIN HIM.
DON'T
UNDERESTIMATE THIS GUY.
HE'S A BOY SCOUT.
HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT
HE'S GONNA DO NEXT.
I KNOW SOME
OF THOSE RUSSIANS.
WHO WERE THEY ?
DON'T KNOW, AFTER
MERRICK WAS DONE WITH THEM,
THEY COULDN'T
IDENTIFY THE BODIES.
JESUS.
I WAS JUST DOING
MY JOB, GODDAMNIT !
WHY ARE THEY DOING THIS TO ME ?!
HEY, LITTLE RABBIT.
YOU DOWN THAT RABBIT HOLE ?
WHAT ARE YOU
WAITING FOR ? POP HIM !
THE ASSHOLE TOOK YOUR OLD LADY.
HE TORCHED YOU, YOU DUMB SHIT.
AS SURE AS IF IT WAS
HIS HAND ON THE TORCH.
HE NEEDED YOU GONE.
COME ON.
IF EVER THERE WAS A MOTIVE
THAT EVERY-FUCKING-BODY
UNDERSTANDS,
IT WAS, "HE TOOK MY WOMAN".
I NEED HIM ALIVE
UNTIL I KNOW THE TRUTH.
LET'S SEE...
"BEAUTIFUL YOUNG WOMAN
DESIRES GENEROUS MAN
FOR NEW SITUATION."
NOT BAD.
OPEN VAULT 73
AND THEN GO FOR THE COPS.
THERE IT IS.
HOLY SHIT !
THESE ARE THE NUMBERS,
THE NUMBERS MATCH.
JESUS, WYNN IS A TRAITOR.
GOT HIM.
TOO BAD, LITTLE
LADY, WRONG TURN.
GIVE ME THE TRUTH !
AL, IF I KNEW WHO DID IT,
I'D TAKE HIM DOWN.
I'LL TAKE CARE OF
HER BUDDY, I PROMISE.
GOOD LUCK UP THERE.
IT'S TRUE.
YOU DIDN'T KNOW.
THIS HAS ALL BEEN VERY MESSY.
I KEEP A CLEAN HOUSE.
LEAVE...
OR WE ALL GO.
I'VE GOT NOTHING TO LOSE.
YOU WON'T DO IT.
YOU DON'T HAVE THE
BALLS, DESK JOCKEY.
THAT'S YOUR WHOLE PROBLEM,
YOU'RE JUST NOT THE TYPE.
GODDAMNIT !
SO WHAT ?
SO YOU GAVE HIM PERMISSION.
SO HE DIDN'T KNOW, DID
HE HAVE TO SCREW HER ?
HE COULD HAVE BEEN
PLATONIC, RIGHT ?
DID HE HAVE TO SLAM
IT TO HER EVERY NIGHT ?!
EVERY YEAR I ASK THEM
TO KEEP HIS GRAVE BETTER
AND EVERY YEAR
THEY LET IT GO TO SEED.
TERRY, DON'T LEAVE
ME THE WAY HE DID.
PROMISE ME, NO
FIELD ASSIGNMENTS.
HEY, I WON'T LEAVE YOU.
I'M A DESK JOCKEY,
AND I'M PROUD OF IT.
AL WAS MY BEST FRIEND.
HE ONLY ASKED ME TO
DO ONE THING FOR HIM,
TO TAKE CARE OF YOU.
I PROMISED HIM I WOULD.
HE'S LAYING OVER THERE.
HEY, BOY SCOUT,
YOU MADE THAT FUN.
SHIT !
ARGH... !!
YOU'RE NOT GONNA
DIE ON THIS ROOF.
TAKE CARE OF WANDA
UNTIL I COME FOR HER.
THIS TIME THE HELL
SPAWN KEPT THE DEMONS AT BAY,
BUT HE KNOWS THEY
WILL ALWAYS RETURN
TO TORMENT HIM,
MAKING HIM BLIND TO THE TRUTH.
YOU LET HIM GO,
WHY ?
WHAT DID YOU SAY ?
YOU !
OLD BUM !
WHEN YOU LET HIM GO,
YOU TOOK A STEP TOWARD
FREEING YOURSELF.
HOW THE HELL
DO YOU KNOW ?!
HOW DO YOU KNOW
ANY OF IT ?!
I KNOW.
YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE
TOUCHED BY HIS CURSE.
WHO ARE YOU ?