Todd McFarlane's Spawn (1997–1999): Season 2, Episode 3 - Colors of Blood - full transcript

A HELL SPAWN IS RETURNED
TO EARTH SOUL-LESS,

HIS MIND RAVAGED,

HIS MEMORY,
SHATTERED.

THEY TOOK
EVERYTHING FROM ME!

TERRY, DON'T LEAVE ME
THE WAY HE DID.

PROMISE ME,
NO FIELD ASSIGNMENTS.

I THINK I FOUND SOMETHING
THEY DIDN'T WANT ME TO FIND.

ONE OF MY OWN.

WHY DON'T WE HAVE FITZGERALD
SHAKE HANDS WITH MR. RIMERE?

THEY'RE SUCH
OLD FRIENDS.

YOU HAVE A WIFE
AND A CHILD.



LET SOMEONE ELSE
TAKE CARE OF IT.

I'M ALL ALONE
ON THIS.

FITZGERALD
IS A TRAITOR,

AND HOW DOES OUR AGENCY
HANDLE TRAITORS?

SELLING ARMS
TO A TERRORIST,

THAT WAS AN IMPROPER THING
TO DO, MR. FITZGERALD.

THIS IS BULLSHIT!

HOLY SHIT,
WYNN IS A TRAITOR.

YOU'RE NOT GONNA DIE
ON THIS ROOF.

TAKE CARE OF WANDA...
UNTIL I COME FOR HER.

NO!

WE ALL KNOW THAT WE LIVE
IN A WORLD OF HURT.

WE CAN SEE THE VIOLENCE
AND GREED ALL AROUND US.

SOME RELY HEAVILY ON FATE
TO COPE WITH THAT,



WHEN THE WORLD'S
BREAKING THEIR HEART.

SOME RELY ON OTHER ADDICTIONS...

LIKE DRUGS
AND COLD HARD CASH.

BUT WHAT IF THE THINGS
THAT WE BELIEVE IN

ARE THE SAME THINGS
THAT CAN DESTROY US?

GOOD, EVIL, WHAT IF
WE'RE WRONG ABOUT ALL OF I(@?

SEE, AL SIMMONS,

HE WENT TO HIS GRAVE BELIEVING
HE WAS A PATRIOT.

HE MURDERED FOR HIS COUNTRY
AND HIS FLAG,

BUT IN HIS DREAMS,

HE SEES THE DEAD
THAT HE CREATED,

AND HE REMEMBERS.

IN THE CITY

A RIVER OF HUMANITY
RUSHES PAST,

LEAVING BEHIND
IN THE ALLEYS,

THE REFUSE,

THOSE THAT BECOME
LOST IN THE NIGHT,

THE SICK...
AND THE BROKEN.

SPAWN SHARES THIS ALLEY
WITH THE LOST SOULS,

WHO, LIKE HIM,

LONG TO ESCAPE THEIR WOUNDED
AND TORMENTED EXISTENCE.

DOES HE FEEL
ANYTHING AT ALL...?

OR IS HIS HEART
DARK AND EMPTY

WITH NO SHRED
OF HUMANITY LEFT?

IS THE HELL SPAWN EVEN AWARE
THAT HIS PRESENCE

CAUSES THE DESTRUCTION
OF THOSE CLOSEST TO HIM...?

THOSE HE HAD
HOPED TO PROTECT?

EVERYONE'S
IN PLACE, MERRICK.

Wynn's
still inside with the wife.

If Fitzgerald comes home,
wait until Wynn walks out,

and then kill them all.

WANDA, YOU'VE CREATED
QUITE A STIR AT THE NSC.

I DON'T LIKE GETTING
THE RUNAROUND.

THIS HAS BECOME A VERY
DANGEROUS SITUATION FOR TERRY.

WHO KNOWS WHAT
HE'S CAPABLE OF DOING.

HE NEEDS TO TURN
HIMSELF IN, WANDA.

HE'S NOT A CRIMINAL!

YOU AND I BOTH KNOW THAT,

BUT HIS BEHAVIOR, IT'S ERRATIC.

HE'S STRESSED.

YOU LOVE HIM,

BUT TO THE NSC HE'S
CONSIDERED A TRAITOR.

THAT IS NOT TERRY.

I HOPE IT'S NOT.

IF HE CALLS YOU HERE YOU
MUST TELL HIM TO CONTACT ME.

I'M HIS ONLY HOPE.

YOU'VE ALREADY LOST ONE HUSBAND.

IT WOULD BE A SHAME
TO LOSE ANOTHER.

HEY, ARE YOU
HAVING A ROUGH ONE?

YOU SAY SOMETHING?

A ROUGH NIGHT?

YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW.

YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT?

NO, THANKS.

I'M GONNA USE THE PHONE.

SORRY, I DIDN'T MEAN TO PRY.

DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT.

IF YOU HEAR ANYTHING,
JASON, PLEASE CALL ME.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?!

HEY, GOOD LUCK!

WHAT'S WITH THIS FUCKING BOX?

THE THING ABOUT DONUTS,

THEY'RE ALWAYS
BETTER BY THE DOZEN.

WE DON'T WANT TO SEE
ANY MORE OF YOU FUCKING BUMS.

YOU SCARE THE CUSTOMERS AWAY.

WE'RE TRYING TO
RUN A BUSINESS HERE.

TELL YOUR BUDDIES
THAT I DON'T WANT TO SEE

A SINGLE GODDAMN
BUM IN THIS ALLEY!

YOU STINK, MAN!

DON'T YOU HAVE ANY
RESPECT FOR YOURSELF?

IT PERSONALLY OFFENDS
ME TO SMELL YOU!

COME ON, STICKS, LET'S GO.

LET'S GET THE HELL
OUT OF HERE, MAN!

JESUS!

THAT WAS CLOSE.

PLEASE DON'T HURT ME.

OKAY, POLICE.

IT'S ALRIGHT, HANK, IT'S US.

PLEASE DON'T HURT ME.

EASY, EASY.

POLICE.

EASY DOES IT, HANK.

WHAT'S GOING ON
DOWN HERE, HANK?

HE'S GONNA COME DOWN
AND DESTROY THEM!

HE'S COMING!

HE'S COMING!

YOU'LL SEE,

HE'S GONNA COME DOWN
AND HE'S GONNA DESTROY US!

HE NEEDS TO SLEEP IT OFF.

YOU'LL SEE, YOU WATCH...

YOU'LL SEE...!

CLASSIC PARANOID
SCHIZOPHRENIA, SIR.

HE'LL PROTECT US!

THAT'S GREAT.

ADD THAT TO THE HEAP
OF WEIRD SHIT GOING ON.

YOU'RE GONNA SEE SOMETHING!

EVERYONE WILL SEE,

HE'S COMING TO PASS JUDGMENT.

HE'S COMING, HE'S COMING.

EXCUSE ME.

WATCH IT.

YOU WATCH IT.

THAT'S THE DUDE, MAN.

HAVE YOU TWO THOUGHT
ABOUT MY OFFER?

YOU'LL MAKE A LOT
OF MONEY WITH ME

DOING THE LORD'S WORK.

SHIT, MAN.

HEY, YOU, PUSHER MAN.

GRAB SOME FENCE.

YOU TWO STAY RIGHT THERE.

HEY, PREACHER MAN,

AREN'T YOU RECRUITING
KIND OF YOUNG THESE DAYS?

WE ALL WORK FOR THE LORD.

YEAH, WORK THIS.

YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND
OUR WORK HERE.

YOU'RE GONNA LEAVE THOSE
KIDS ALONE, YOU HEAR ME?

YOU'RE GONNA GET
THE HELL OUT OF HERE!

I THINK THEY
GOT RELIGION, SIR.

COPS, WHAT
A FUCKING JOKE.

IT WASN'T THE COPS WHO
FORCED JOHNNY AND HIS BOYS OUT.

I HEARD IT WAS SOME KIND
OF GHOST THAT SCARED HIM OFF.

JOHNNY WAS CREOLE,

THEY'RE ALWAYS
SPOOKED BY SHIT LIKE THAT.

WE OWN
THESE ALLEYS NOW.

I WANT A STEEL DOOR,
BARS ON THE WINDOWS.

AND GET RID OF THE BUMS.

NEXT.

BROTHER,

ARE YOU SEEKING SALVATION?

HEY!

WHAT IS THIS?

WE DON'T TAKE CHECKS.

THAT'S RIGHT, MR. WALL
STREET, CASH ONLY TO BE SAVED.

YOU ALREADY SNIFFED ALL YOUR
STOCKS AND BONDS UP YOUR NOSE!

IT'S CASH ONLY, ASSHOLE.

BLESS YOU, SISTER.

LET ME EASE YOUR PAIN.

IN THE END THEY
ALL LUST FOR HELL.

WHAT THE HELL?

HEY!

HEY, WHERE YOU RUNNING
OFF TO, CINDERELLA?

NO ONE LISTENS TO ME.

I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE
DON'T LISTEN TO ME.

WE WON'T BE NEEDING
GUNS FOR THIS.

EASY, DONNIE BOY.

YOUR BROTHER JUST WANTS YOU
TO ROUGH HIM UP LIKE LAST TIME.

I WARNED YOU, YOU
DIDN'T LISTEN TO ME.

THIS IS OUR ALLEY NOW.

I WON'T BOTHER YOUS!

YOU MADE ME LOOK LIKE A
PUNK IN FRONT OF MY BROTHER, MAN!

NOW HE THINKS I CAN'T
TAKE CARE OF THINGS.

YOU ARE A PUNK!

WHAT?! COME HERE!

THE GUARDIAN'S
GONNA TAKE CARE OF YOU!

OH, NO, OH, GOD, NO.

OH, JOE, HE USED
TO SING ME SONGS.

JOE WAS NICE TO ME, HONEY.

OH, GOD, WE CAME HERE
BECAUSE OF THE GUARDIAN.

HE WAS GONNA PROTECT US.

I DON'T KNOW, LUCY, MAYBE
THEY'RE JUST STORIES.

NO, NO, HE'S OUR ANGEL,

OUR GUARDIAN ANGEL.

HE'S OURS.

HE KNOWS HOW WE FEEL
BECAUSE HE'S LIKE US.

MAYBE JOE DIDN'T BELIEVE.

YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE IN
HIM, ARNIE, OR HE WON'T COME.

THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE
SUPPOSED TO DO.

POOR JOE.

WHY DO WE HAVE TO
THROW HIM AWAY LIKE THIS?

THE WATER'S SO DIRTY AND COLD.

PLEASE, OH, PLEASE!

PLEASE, PLEASE,

PLEASE DON'T, PLEASE.

TAKE LUCY AWAY.

LUCY, LET'S GO.

JOE IS GONNA BE OKAY, LUCY.

NO ONE CAN HURT HIM NOW.

YEAH...

THAT'S RIGHT.

NO ONE CAN HURT YOU NOW, JOE.

TWO WHOLE MONTHS?

I WISH I DIDN'T HAVE TO GO.

HOW ABOUT SOMETHING NICE

TO REMEMBER ME BY?

WHERE WAS HE?

HE WAS SUPPOSED TO
PROTECT US, PASS JUDGMENT.

IT'S ME, HANK.

YOU SCARED THE
SHIT OUT OF ME, MAN.

HEY, COULD I HAVE A
DRINK MAN, PLEASE?

THANKS.

EASY.

HE DIDN'T DO SHIT.

YOU'RE THE ONE WHO
TOLD US ABOUT HIM.

WHY ISN'T HE HERE?

IS HE SCARED TO DO
ANYTHING LIKE COPS?

WELL, MAYBE HE'S NOT REAL.

JUST MORE OF YOUR DRUNK TALK.

OH, HE'S REAL, HANK.

I'M TELLING YOU,

HE'S BULLSHIT, GAREB!

IT'S HIM!

HE'S FOR REAL.

THERE YOU ARE.

HEY, AL, I'VE BEEN
LOOKING FOR YOU.

HEY, WAIT!

WAIT, DID YOU HEAR
WHAT HAPPENED TO US?

THAT GANG, THEY WENT AND...

THE SONS OF BITCHES
WENT AND KILLED JOE!

BASTARDS.

THEY KILLED HIM.

AL, HELP US, YOU
GOTTA DO SOMETHING.

WHAT SHOULD I DO WITH THEM?

KILL... I MEAN...

GET RID OF THEM!

I DON'T DO OTHER PEOPLE'S
KILLINGS ANYMORE, GAREB.

I FEEL NOTHING FOR
YOU OR THE OTHERS.

THIS PLACE HAS THE
STINK OF HELL ALL OVER IT.

I'M GOOD TO NO ONE.

I CAN'T EVEN HELP
THE ONES I CARE ABOUT.

AL, WE'RE ALL JUST SCARED.

AL, PLEASE,

I TOLD EVERYBODY THAT
YOU'D HELP US, PROTECT US.

THERE'S SO MANY OF US HERE NOW.

WE'RE TRAPPED
HERE JUST LIKE YOU.

PRISONERS.

I GOT
QUESTIONS, SHIT-HEAD.

I'M LOOKING
FOR SOMEONE.

ONE OF MY DISCIPLES,
REAL SKINNY GUY.

WELL?

ANSWER HIM.

HE'S GOT SOMETHING OF MINE.

IT'S MY BIBLE AND IT'S
VERY IMPORTANT TO ME.

THE GUARDIAN, WHY
DON'T YOU ASK HIM?

THE GUARDIAN?

BROTHER, I'M YOUR ONLY
SAVIOR IN THESE ALLEYS.

OH, A REAL SMARTASS, HUH?

HAVE YOU SEEN THE SKINNY GUY?

AND I'LL KNOW IF YOU'RE LYING.

I HAVEN'T SEEN HIM.

IF YOU DO SEE HIM,
COME AND FIND ME.

LET'S GO.

ARNIE?

ARNIE?

WELL, WHAT HAVE WE HERE?

MAYBE THIS ONE KNOWS SOMETHING.

IS THAT YOURS?

THAT IS ONE BIG
PIECE OF ASS, MAN.

ARNIE, ARE THESE YOUR FRIENDS?

YEAH.

YEAH, RIGHT, BABY,
WE'RE FRIENDS.

YEAH, THAT'S IT, WE'RE
ALL FRIENDS HERE.

FRIENDS.

HEY, ARNIE, WHY DON'T
YOU DANCE WITH HER?

OH, PLEASE, PLEASE!

LEAVE US ALONE.

LET'S GO, DONNIE.

"LEAVE US ALONE."

IS THAT RIGHT?

LUCY.

COME ON, BABY, DANCE.

I LIKE TO DANCE, ARNIE.

LUCY, COME ON!

YEAH, SHOW ME
THOSE LEGS, THAT'S IT.

THE OLD
BROAD IS WASTED.

DO IT, DO IT.

BABY,

OOH YEAH!

WHOO!

HE'S PLAYING
MUSIC FOR ME, ARNIE.

ENOUGH!

HEY, HEY, WHAT THE FUCK?

ENOUGH, YOU LITTLE SHIT.

LET'S GO, DONNIE BOY.

I'M JUST HAVING A LITTLE FUN.

BEFORE THE OLD
GUY KICKS YOUR ASS.

YOU THINK YOU CAN COME
IN HERE AND PUSH US AROUND?

HUMILIATE US?

WE'RE NOT LEAVING!

YOU'RE NOT A NICE MAN.

THE GUARDIAN'S GONNA GET YOU!

NO!

HEY, HEY, HEY,

LIGHTEN UP, DONNIE BOY.

YOU GO GIVE YOUR
GUARDIAN THAT MESSAGE, OLD MAN!

OH, LUCY.

OH, LUCY.

MOVE! MOVE!

ARGH...!

AHH...!

LUCY.

WHY DON'T WE BURY
HER LIKE WE DO THE OTHERS?

NO!

SHE WAS AFRAID OF THE SEWERS.

IT'S COLD THERE.

I PROMISED HER I'D ALWAYS
KEEP HER WARM.

CAST OUT OF SOCIETY,

TAKING REFUGE
AMIDST THE GARBAGE,

LIKE SPAWN HIMSELF,

THESE UNCLAIMED SOULS KNOW
THEY WILL NEVER BE ACCEPTED

BY THE WORLD
BEYOND THESE ALLEYS.

SO THEY REMAIN HERE,

TRYING TO HOLD ON
TO THEIR DIGNITY AND SANITY,

HOPING FOR SOME SAVIOR,
A PROTECTOR,

SOMEONE
TO REDEEM THEM.

YOU PATHETIC
PIECE OF SHIT.

YOU'RE SMOKING
ALL THE MERCHANDISE, COME HERE.

HEY, EARL.

I OUGHT TO KICK
YOUR SCRAWNY ASS.

WHERE'S THE
FUCKING BOOK?

RIGHT HERE,
I GOT IT RIGHT HERE, MAN.

RELAX, EARL,
YOU WORRY TOO MUCH, MAN.

WHAT THE FUCK?

AAH...!

STICKS.

WHERE THE HELL
ARE THEY?

WHAT ARE YOU
GONNA DO?

I'M GONNA GO FIND THOSE
TWO RAT FUCKS RIGHT NOW

AND THE GODDAMN BIBLE,

SO WE CAN ALL
GET BACK TO FUCKING WORK.

YEAH, WELL,
I'M COMING WITH YOU.

STAY PUT!

EARL?

STICKS?

ARGH!

SHOW YOUR FACE,
YOU CHICKEN-SHIT!

ARGH!!

ARGH...!

YES, I GOT YOU,
YOU SONOFABITCH!

I GOT YOU!

DONNIE BOY, DONNIE BOY,
IT'S GONNA BE OKAY.

I'LL GET YOU
OUT OF HERE.

DONNIE?

GUARDIAN, GUARDIAN.

GET UP.

WHO ARE YOU?!

YOU BASTARDS!

YOU KILLED
MY BROTHER!

YOU'RE GONNA DIE!

HAS THIS HELL SPAWN

FOUND SOME SCRAP OF HUMANITY
WITHIN HIMSELF...?

OR IS THIS THE ACT
OF A PREDATOR

WHOSE TERRITORY
HAS BEEN INVADED?

HAS HIS BASIC
INSTINCT TO KILL

TAKEN HOLD OF HIM?

HE KNOWS
HE HAS LOST AGAIN.

THE REAL VICTOR HERE

IS THE ONE WHO SENT HIM
TO HARVEST MORE SOULS.