Todd McFarlane's Spawn (1997–1999): Season 2, Episode 5 - Deathblow - full transcript
While Lisa Wu is investigating the murders of two other reporters, Terry is arrested by the police. Wynn blames Merrick for all his recent problems finding Terry; as punishment, he sends another agent to kill Wanda and Cyan.
IT IS NOT JUST
THE LOST AND DISPOSSESSED
THAT HAVE GATHERED
NEAR THE HELL SPAWN.
THERE ARE THOSE LONE
PREDATORS, THE HUMAN MONSTERS.
WANDA.
Oh, Terry,
WHERE ARE YOU?
HE TOLD ME IT HAS
TO BE THIS WAY.
OH, NO!
WHO ARE YOU? WHAT DO YOU WANT?
GET OUT OF THE CAR.
OH, GOD.
WANDA.
AAH...!
DO THINK OUR MASTER
WILL BE PLEASED?
WHY DON'T YOU ASK HIM YOURSELF?
YOU'RE ABOUT TO MEET HIM.
NO!
A PRAYER FOR THE DEAD.
DOES IT EVER TRULY REACH
THE SOUL THAT IT'S MEANT FOR?
DO THEY ACTUALLY
HEAR OUR WISHES?
THIS IS A CANDLE FOR AL SIMMONS,
WHO PROBABLY WON'T
RECEIVE THIS PRAYER
BECAUSE HIS SOUL
IS NOW IN THE
POSSESSION OF HELL.
THE PRESS IS GONNA
HAVE A FIELD DAY WITH THIS.
I COUNTED THEM,
THERE WERE 12 PEOPLE
SWINGING FROM THE
RAFTERS UP THERE.
ONE OF THEM WAS THIS SICK
FUCK WHO DID ALL THE KILLING.
LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE
DID US A FAVOR.
BUT WHO KILLED
HIM? HE DIDN'T HANG HIMSELF.
SO THERE'S ANOTHER
PSYCHO RUNNING AROUND OUT THERE.
THE CITY'S GOING TO HELL.
WHAT TRIGGERS
THESE GUYS, ANYWAY?
KILLING ALL THOSE
INNOCENT PEOPLE.
JESUS.
TWO OF THE VICTIMS
WERE AGENTS FROM THE NSC.
NO WONDER THIS
PLACE IS CRAWLING WITH FEDS.
WHAT THE HELL?
LADY, GET THAT CAR OUT OF HERE!
OKAY, YOU'RE CLEAR, BACK HER UP.
CHIEF BANKS,
WANDA BLAKE WAS THE LAST
PERSON TO SEE MY AGENTS ALIVE.
FIND HER, FITZGERALD
COULD BE WITH HER.
MY PEOPLE ARE
COLLECTING THE BODIES.
NOW, I WANT THEIR
IDENTITIES WITHHELD...
AS FAR AS THE PRESS IS
CONCERNED, THEY WERE NEVER THERE.
TWO AGENTS SLAUGHTERED
AND PUT ON DISPLAY.
AND ARE YOU READY FOR THIS?
HE WAS THERE.
FITZGERALD COULDN'T
HAVE DONE ALL THAT ALONE.
OF COURSE HE COULDN'T.
THIS IS GETTING TOO
STRANGE, AND COSTLY.
THAT WAS PRETTY...
OH, SHIT.
LOOK OUT!
DAMN, LADY, WHERE'D
YOU LEARN HOW TO DRIVE?
ABOUT KILLED ME AND SHIT.
HEY, YOU GUYS OKAY?
YEAH, WE'RE ALRIGHT.
MAY I SEE YOUR DRIVER'S
LICENSE AND REGISTRATION?
RAYMOND AND
WATTS WERE TORN APART
AND THEN DRAGGED UP
SEVEN FLIGHTS OF STAIRS.
THERE'S A SECOND KILLER.
WYNN.
It's Banks.
One of my cops just
pulled over Wanda Blake.
She's a few blocks from you.
WHERE'S FITZGERALD?
No sign of him.
What do we do with her?
DO NOT DETAIN HER.
FITZGERALD MUST
STILL BE IN THE AREA.
FIND HIM NOW.
YOU KNOW, JASON,
SOMEONE'S OUT THERE.
YOU MUST HAVE FRIENDS IN
PRETTY HIGH PLACES, MS. BLAKE.
WHAT?
GO HOME, MA'AM...
AND TRY NOT TO KILL ANYONE
GETTING THERE, OKAY?
SHE WAS AFRAID OF ME.
WHO ARE YOU BLAMING
? HER, YOURSELF?
YOU CANNOT HAVE THAT LIFE BACK.
WHEN AL SIMMONS DIED,
ALL HOPES OF A FUTURE
WITH WANDA DIED WITH HIM.
YOU HAVE BEEN BORN
INTO ANOTHER EXISTENCE,
A CHANCE TO REGAIN
YOUR HUMANITY.
IT'S THERE, AND ONLY THERE,
WHERE YOUR CHOICES LIE.
SHE'S SEEN THE
CREATURE I'VE BECOME.
THAT'S ALL SHE KNOWS,
HER ONLY MEMORY OF ME.
THIS IS TRULY WHAT
HELL IS, OLD MAN.
YOU HAVE A CHANCE TO...
A CHANCE?! WHAT CHANCE?!
I HAVE NOTHING HERE ANYMORE!
NO ESCAPE, NOT EVEN DEATH!
YOU SEE? I CAN'T EVEN END IT!
I WOULD TRADE
ANYTHING TO DO MY LIFE OVER AGAIN
IN THE WORLD'S WORST SHIT HOLE,
THAN TO BE HERE NOW, LIKE THIS!
I KNOW WHAT
YOU'RE GOING THROUGH,
THE PAIN THAT YOU'RE FEELING.
HOW COULD YOU
POSSIBLY KNOW, OLD MAN?
BECAUSE I HAVE
ENDURED IT AND SURVIVED.
DO YOU THINK YOUR
FATE IS SEALED?
ARE YOU GOING TO
ACCEPT THIS SHROUD
THAT'S BEEN PLACED AROUND YOU?
I CAN'T GO ON LIKE THIS ANYMORE,
HIDING IN THE SHADOWS.
I'M SICK OF IT.
I HAVE TO LET HER KNOW WHO I AM.
HOW CAN YOU TELL HER THAT...
WHEN YOU DON'T
EVEN KNOW YOURSELF?
TOMORROW'S HEADLINES WILL BE:
"TRAITOR SHOOTS WIFE AND CHILD".
AFTER ALL, HE WAS DISTRAUGHT.
YOU HAVE FITZGERALD'S GUN?
YES, AND HIS PRINTS, TOO.
BANKS HAS EVERY COP IN
BROOKLYN LOOKING FOR FITZGERALD.
WE SHOULD HAVE HIM BY MORNING.
I'D LIKE TO FINISH THIS MYSELF.
USE AN INDEPENDENT CONTRACTOR,
SOMEONE OUTSIDE THE AGENCY.
JASON...
I SAID I'D DO IT.
NO!
MY BEST AGENTS ARE
COMING BACK IN BODY BAGS.
SOMEONE IS OUT THERE
AND THEY'RE GETTING CLOSER.
I WANT YOU TO FIND THEM,
MERRICK, BEFORE THEY FIND ME.
YOU LOOK SPOOKED.
I WON'T LET ANYTHING
HAPPEN TO YOU.
HERE WE GO.
PLEASE, MS. WU,
SOME OF US WOULD
LIKE TO GO HOME.
I'M ALMOST DONE.
LAST TIME I DO YOU
A FAVOR, GODDAMNIT.
INTERESTING.
I THINK IT'S TIME I HAD A
TALK WITH WANDA BLAKE.
THE SCENE IN BROOKLYN
IS PRETTY GRIM.
WE HAVE ANOTHER MONSTER'S
HANDY WORK TO SORT OUT.
THE MEDIA HAS GONE APE SHIT,
AND THE POLITICS ON THIS ONE?
GENTLEMEN, THE
POLITICS ARE HEAVY.
SO BAG AND TAG EVERYTHING...
BY THE BOOK.
MAKE A NOTE OF EVERYTHING
THAT DOESN'T BELONG THERE.
WE ARE WORKING TWO
MAJOR CRIME SCENES.
WE HAVE SOME BADLY
DECOMPOSED BODIES
IN THE ALLEYS OFF 42nd STREET.
MY GUESS, THE
MISSING DRUG DEALERS.
ALRIGHT, GO BE
NEW YORK'S FINEST.
LET'S GET THIS GUY.
EACH OF THOSE PINS REPRESENTS
A BODY FOUND IN THAT ALLEY.
IT PISSES ME OFF THIS HAS
TO HAPPEN IN OUR PRECINCT.
I ABSOLUTELY AGREE, SIR.
ABOUT FUCKING TIME THEY'RE
GOING INTO THOSE ALLEYS.
I KNOW SOMETHING'S IN THERE.
HOW MANY REPORTS DO
WE HAVE TO WRITE, TWITCH?
TOO MANY, SIR.
I'M SURE THE LOCALS WILL
APPRECIATE THEIR CONCERN.
THIS PLACE
IS A GHOST TOWN.
YOU SEE ALL THOSE BODY BAGS?
PLEASE, HONEY, WHERE ARE YOU?
WANDA...
HEY, YOU, OVER THERE!
YES, OFFICER, IS
THERE A PROBLEM?
CAN I HELP YOU?
WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT HERE?
I WAS LOOKING FOR A
PHONE TO CALL MY WIFE.
HE FITS THE DESCRIPTION.
THIS COULD BE OUR
GUY, SO BE CAREFUL.
COULD YOU STOP SHINING
THAT LIGHT IN MY FACE, PLEASE?
EXCUSE ME, COULD YOU GET
THAT LIGHT OUT OF MY EYES?
CAN YOU TELL ME
WHERE THERE'S A PHONE?
I JUST CAN'T SEEM TO
FIND ONE THAT WORKS.
WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR CLOTHES?
BEEN FIGHTING?
BEEN DRINKING, HUH?
IS THERE A LAW
AGAINST HAVING A DRINK?
I'M NOT DRIVING.
SIR,
YOU SEE ANYTHING UNUSUAL
IN THE LAST COUPLE OF HOURS?
"UNUSUAL"?
WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY "UNUSUAL"?
HEAR ANY LOUD
NOISES, SCREAMS, SHOTS,
ANYTHING OUT OF THE ORDINARY?
NO, OTHERWISE I WOULD
HAVE CALLED THE COPS.
MAY I SEE SOME I.D., SIR?
I.D.?
YEAH, SURE, RIGHT HERE.
OH, MAN, I SEEM TO
HAVE LOST MY WALLET.
UH, WE'RE GONNA HAVE TO
ASK YOU TO COME WITH US.
I HAVEN'T BROKEN ANY LAWS.
JUST COME WITH US, PLEASE.
WHAT FOR?
I'M TELLING YOU, I
NEED TO CALL MY WIFE.
SHE'LL COME GET ME.
I HAVEN'T DONE
ANYTHING, I WAS AT A BAR.
WHAT BAR? WHERE?
IS THAT WHERE
YOU HAD THE FIGHT?
NO, NO.
I JUST NEED TO CALL MY WIFE.
LIE DOWN ON THE STREET!
RIGHT NOW!
HANDS OUT AT YOUR SIDES, NOW!
Hi, this is Lisa,
sorry I can't take your call,
but leave a message and I'll
call you back as soon as I can.
Lisa, I know
you're there, pick up.
I'm so used to talking to
this damned thing anyway.
Okay, I want you
to join the circus.
This Brooklyn
serial killer story
is gonna sell a ton of papers.
This guy was strung
up next to his victims,
there's my front page.
Stop covering that
dead-end alley story.
Switch all your
attention over to this.
I'M HUNTING ANOTHER MONSTER.
By the way...
I got your compensation
for the deep throat
you're working with at the NSC.
Someday, you'll have
to let me know who it is,
must be somebody pretty high up.
LET'S GO, LET'S GO,
MOVE THE CIVILIANS OUT.
SET UP A PERIMETER,
AND DO IT NOW.
NOW, FIVE MINUTES AGO...
STEP BACK...
KEEP IT GOING,
MOVE IT ALONG...
THERE'S NOTHING TO LOOK AT...
EXCUSE ME, MISS, I
CAN'T LET YOU DO THAT.
BUT WHAT ARE THEY LOOKING FOR?
I CAN'T TELL YOU THAT.
NOW MOVE ALONG
PLEASE, IF YOU WOULD.
THANKS FOR THE HELP.
MAYBE THE LOCALS KNOW SOMETHING.
HEY, WHAT'S UP WITH THE
GUYS IN THE MOON SUITS, HUH?
LOOKS LIKE THEY'RE INVADING
THESE ALLEYS OF YOURS.
WHAT DO YOU THINK
THEY'RE LOOKING FOR?
THEY'RE CLEANING UP THE TRASH
THAT TRIED TO FUCK WITH US.
WE TOOK CARE OF BUSINESS,
'CAUSE THIS IS OUR HOME.
SHUT UP, BOBBY.
I'M A REPORTER FOR
"THE WASHINGTON POST".
I COULD SURE USE A LEAD
ON THE STORY I'M WRITING.
HEY, YOU LOOKING TO
HAVE A PARTY, LADY?
I GOT SOME STORIES FOR YOU.
DO YOU TWO KNOW ANYTHING
ABOUT ALL THE MURDERS
HAPPENING IN THESE ALLEYS?
YOU MUST HAVE SEEN SOMETHING.
IT'S KIND OF STRANGE
HOW THEY ALL OCCURRED
IN THE LAST SEVERAL MONTHS.
THEY'RE ALL CONNECTED,
IS MY FEELING.
COME ON,
I'LL SHOW YOU SOMETHING
THAT YOU'RE GONNA LIKE.
BOBBY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
I WISH YOU'D KEEP
YOUR BIG MOUTH SHUT.
GOODNIGHT, SWEETHEART.
TERRY, WHERE ARE YOU?
HELLO?
GOOD EVENING,
WANDA, IT'S JASON WYNN.
ANY WORD FROM TERRY?
NO, NO, NOTHING.
Have you been watching the news?
YES.
THEY SAY THAT THERE IS
ANOTHER KILLER OUT THERE.
YES, IT SEEMS THAT THIS CITY
HAS BECOME AN EVEN MORE
DANGEROUS PLACE TO LIVE.
BY THE WAY,
I'M POSTING SOMEONE OUTSIDE
YOUR HOUSE TO WATCH OVER YOU.
Thank you, Jason.
I'LL CALL TO CHECK ON
YOU IN THE MORNING.
MAYBE TONIGHT YOU CAN
FINALLY GET SOME SLEEP.
GOODNIGHT.
THAT'S A HELL OF A STORY,
BUT I'M NOT BUYING IT.
SHOW HER, GAR!
BE GLAD TO GET THESE
THINGS OUT OF THE ALLEYS.
WOW, YOU WEREN'T KIDDING.
WHERE DID YOU GET THIS?
TAKE IT, MAYBE WITHOUT THEM
THERE'LL BE LESS
PEOPLE GETTING HURT.
THESE MUST BE THE
MISSING WEAPONS
THAT MY SOURCE
WAS TALKING ABOUT.
ARE THERE ANY MORE?
MM-HMM.
THERE'S MORE HID
AROUND HERE, TOO.
I'LL SHOW YOU.
WELL, WHY DON'T YOU TELL
ME MORE ABOUT THIS "AL" GUY?
But its most important
feature, it works, it burns fat.
You'll trim inches
off your waist
and those pesky saddlebags
will disappear, ladies.
The FlexFlat is here to help.
In just weeks you're gonna
notice a difference...
WANDA, I JUST WANT TO
TALK TO YOU, PLEASE.
I WOULD
NEVER HURT YOU.
I ONLY WANT
TO PROTECT YOU.
PLEASE,
I NEED HELP!
WANDA, IT'S ME.
IT'S ME, WANDA.
LISTEN TO MY VOICE.
I'M YOUR HUSBAND.
YOU'RE LYING TO ME!
YOU'RE THAT MONSTER!
WHY ARE YOU MAKING
MY MOMMY CRY?
PLEASE, DON'T
HURT MY BABY!
PLEASE,
DON'T HURT MY BABY!
PLEASE...
LEAVE HER ALONE.
DON'T CRY, MOMMY.
HE WON'T
HURT YOU.
THAT WAS
THE SAD MAN.
WHAT?
YOU KNOW,
THE SAD MAN.
HE SAVED ME.
THE LOST AND DISPOSSESSED
THAT HAVE GATHERED
NEAR THE HELL SPAWN.
THERE ARE THOSE LONE
PREDATORS, THE HUMAN MONSTERS.
WANDA.
Oh, Terry,
WHERE ARE YOU?
HE TOLD ME IT HAS
TO BE THIS WAY.
OH, NO!
WHO ARE YOU? WHAT DO YOU WANT?
GET OUT OF THE CAR.
OH, GOD.
WANDA.
AAH...!
DO THINK OUR MASTER
WILL BE PLEASED?
WHY DON'T YOU ASK HIM YOURSELF?
YOU'RE ABOUT TO MEET HIM.
NO!
A PRAYER FOR THE DEAD.
DOES IT EVER TRULY REACH
THE SOUL THAT IT'S MEANT FOR?
DO THEY ACTUALLY
HEAR OUR WISHES?
THIS IS A CANDLE FOR AL SIMMONS,
WHO PROBABLY WON'T
RECEIVE THIS PRAYER
BECAUSE HIS SOUL
IS NOW IN THE
POSSESSION OF HELL.
THE PRESS IS GONNA
HAVE A FIELD DAY WITH THIS.
I COUNTED THEM,
THERE WERE 12 PEOPLE
SWINGING FROM THE
RAFTERS UP THERE.
ONE OF THEM WAS THIS SICK
FUCK WHO DID ALL THE KILLING.
LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE
DID US A FAVOR.
BUT WHO KILLED
HIM? HE DIDN'T HANG HIMSELF.
SO THERE'S ANOTHER
PSYCHO RUNNING AROUND OUT THERE.
THE CITY'S GOING TO HELL.
WHAT TRIGGERS
THESE GUYS, ANYWAY?
KILLING ALL THOSE
INNOCENT PEOPLE.
JESUS.
TWO OF THE VICTIMS
WERE AGENTS FROM THE NSC.
NO WONDER THIS
PLACE IS CRAWLING WITH FEDS.
WHAT THE HELL?
LADY, GET THAT CAR OUT OF HERE!
OKAY, YOU'RE CLEAR, BACK HER UP.
CHIEF BANKS,
WANDA BLAKE WAS THE LAST
PERSON TO SEE MY AGENTS ALIVE.
FIND HER, FITZGERALD
COULD BE WITH HER.
MY PEOPLE ARE
COLLECTING THE BODIES.
NOW, I WANT THEIR
IDENTITIES WITHHELD...
AS FAR AS THE PRESS IS
CONCERNED, THEY WERE NEVER THERE.
TWO AGENTS SLAUGHTERED
AND PUT ON DISPLAY.
AND ARE YOU READY FOR THIS?
HE WAS THERE.
FITZGERALD COULDN'T
HAVE DONE ALL THAT ALONE.
OF COURSE HE COULDN'T.
THIS IS GETTING TOO
STRANGE, AND COSTLY.
THAT WAS PRETTY...
OH, SHIT.
LOOK OUT!
DAMN, LADY, WHERE'D
YOU LEARN HOW TO DRIVE?
ABOUT KILLED ME AND SHIT.
HEY, YOU GUYS OKAY?
YEAH, WE'RE ALRIGHT.
MAY I SEE YOUR DRIVER'S
LICENSE AND REGISTRATION?
RAYMOND AND
WATTS WERE TORN APART
AND THEN DRAGGED UP
SEVEN FLIGHTS OF STAIRS.
THERE'S A SECOND KILLER.
WYNN.
It's Banks.
One of my cops just
pulled over Wanda Blake.
She's a few blocks from you.
WHERE'S FITZGERALD?
No sign of him.
What do we do with her?
DO NOT DETAIN HER.
FITZGERALD MUST
STILL BE IN THE AREA.
FIND HIM NOW.
YOU KNOW, JASON,
SOMEONE'S OUT THERE.
YOU MUST HAVE FRIENDS IN
PRETTY HIGH PLACES, MS. BLAKE.
WHAT?
GO HOME, MA'AM...
AND TRY NOT TO KILL ANYONE
GETTING THERE, OKAY?
SHE WAS AFRAID OF ME.
WHO ARE YOU BLAMING
? HER, YOURSELF?
YOU CANNOT HAVE THAT LIFE BACK.
WHEN AL SIMMONS DIED,
ALL HOPES OF A FUTURE
WITH WANDA DIED WITH HIM.
YOU HAVE BEEN BORN
INTO ANOTHER EXISTENCE,
A CHANCE TO REGAIN
YOUR HUMANITY.
IT'S THERE, AND ONLY THERE,
WHERE YOUR CHOICES LIE.
SHE'S SEEN THE
CREATURE I'VE BECOME.
THAT'S ALL SHE KNOWS,
HER ONLY MEMORY OF ME.
THIS IS TRULY WHAT
HELL IS, OLD MAN.
YOU HAVE A CHANCE TO...
A CHANCE?! WHAT CHANCE?!
I HAVE NOTHING HERE ANYMORE!
NO ESCAPE, NOT EVEN DEATH!
YOU SEE? I CAN'T EVEN END IT!
I WOULD TRADE
ANYTHING TO DO MY LIFE OVER AGAIN
IN THE WORLD'S WORST SHIT HOLE,
THAN TO BE HERE NOW, LIKE THIS!
I KNOW WHAT
YOU'RE GOING THROUGH,
THE PAIN THAT YOU'RE FEELING.
HOW COULD YOU
POSSIBLY KNOW, OLD MAN?
BECAUSE I HAVE
ENDURED IT AND SURVIVED.
DO YOU THINK YOUR
FATE IS SEALED?
ARE YOU GOING TO
ACCEPT THIS SHROUD
THAT'S BEEN PLACED AROUND YOU?
I CAN'T GO ON LIKE THIS ANYMORE,
HIDING IN THE SHADOWS.
I'M SICK OF IT.
I HAVE TO LET HER KNOW WHO I AM.
HOW CAN YOU TELL HER THAT...
WHEN YOU DON'T
EVEN KNOW YOURSELF?
TOMORROW'S HEADLINES WILL BE:
"TRAITOR SHOOTS WIFE AND CHILD".
AFTER ALL, HE WAS DISTRAUGHT.
YOU HAVE FITZGERALD'S GUN?
YES, AND HIS PRINTS, TOO.
BANKS HAS EVERY COP IN
BROOKLYN LOOKING FOR FITZGERALD.
WE SHOULD HAVE HIM BY MORNING.
I'D LIKE TO FINISH THIS MYSELF.
USE AN INDEPENDENT CONTRACTOR,
SOMEONE OUTSIDE THE AGENCY.
JASON...
I SAID I'D DO IT.
NO!
MY BEST AGENTS ARE
COMING BACK IN BODY BAGS.
SOMEONE IS OUT THERE
AND THEY'RE GETTING CLOSER.
I WANT YOU TO FIND THEM,
MERRICK, BEFORE THEY FIND ME.
YOU LOOK SPOOKED.
I WON'T LET ANYTHING
HAPPEN TO YOU.
HERE WE GO.
PLEASE, MS. WU,
SOME OF US WOULD
LIKE TO GO HOME.
I'M ALMOST DONE.
LAST TIME I DO YOU
A FAVOR, GODDAMNIT.
INTERESTING.
I THINK IT'S TIME I HAD A
TALK WITH WANDA BLAKE.
THE SCENE IN BROOKLYN
IS PRETTY GRIM.
WE HAVE ANOTHER MONSTER'S
HANDY WORK TO SORT OUT.
THE MEDIA HAS GONE APE SHIT,
AND THE POLITICS ON THIS ONE?
GENTLEMEN, THE
POLITICS ARE HEAVY.
SO BAG AND TAG EVERYTHING...
BY THE BOOK.
MAKE A NOTE OF EVERYTHING
THAT DOESN'T BELONG THERE.
WE ARE WORKING TWO
MAJOR CRIME SCENES.
WE HAVE SOME BADLY
DECOMPOSED BODIES
IN THE ALLEYS OFF 42nd STREET.
MY GUESS, THE
MISSING DRUG DEALERS.
ALRIGHT, GO BE
NEW YORK'S FINEST.
LET'S GET THIS GUY.
EACH OF THOSE PINS REPRESENTS
A BODY FOUND IN THAT ALLEY.
IT PISSES ME OFF THIS HAS
TO HAPPEN IN OUR PRECINCT.
I ABSOLUTELY AGREE, SIR.
ABOUT FUCKING TIME THEY'RE
GOING INTO THOSE ALLEYS.
I KNOW SOMETHING'S IN THERE.
HOW MANY REPORTS DO
WE HAVE TO WRITE, TWITCH?
TOO MANY, SIR.
I'M SURE THE LOCALS WILL
APPRECIATE THEIR CONCERN.
THIS PLACE
IS A GHOST TOWN.
YOU SEE ALL THOSE BODY BAGS?
PLEASE, HONEY, WHERE ARE YOU?
WANDA...
HEY, YOU, OVER THERE!
YES, OFFICER, IS
THERE A PROBLEM?
CAN I HELP YOU?
WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT HERE?
I WAS LOOKING FOR A
PHONE TO CALL MY WIFE.
HE FITS THE DESCRIPTION.
THIS COULD BE OUR
GUY, SO BE CAREFUL.
COULD YOU STOP SHINING
THAT LIGHT IN MY FACE, PLEASE?
EXCUSE ME, COULD YOU GET
THAT LIGHT OUT OF MY EYES?
CAN YOU TELL ME
WHERE THERE'S A PHONE?
I JUST CAN'T SEEM TO
FIND ONE THAT WORKS.
WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR CLOTHES?
BEEN FIGHTING?
BEEN DRINKING, HUH?
IS THERE A LAW
AGAINST HAVING A DRINK?
I'M NOT DRIVING.
SIR,
YOU SEE ANYTHING UNUSUAL
IN THE LAST COUPLE OF HOURS?
"UNUSUAL"?
WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY "UNUSUAL"?
HEAR ANY LOUD
NOISES, SCREAMS, SHOTS,
ANYTHING OUT OF THE ORDINARY?
NO, OTHERWISE I WOULD
HAVE CALLED THE COPS.
MAY I SEE SOME I.D., SIR?
I.D.?
YEAH, SURE, RIGHT HERE.
OH, MAN, I SEEM TO
HAVE LOST MY WALLET.
UH, WE'RE GONNA HAVE TO
ASK YOU TO COME WITH US.
I HAVEN'T BROKEN ANY LAWS.
JUST COME WITH US, PLEASE.
WHAT FOR?
I'M TELLING YOU, I
NEED TO CALL MY WIFE.
SHE'LL COME GET ME.
I HAVEN'T DONE
ANYTHING, I WAS AT A BAR.
WHAT BAR? WHERE?
IS THAT WHERE
YOU HAD THE FIGHT?
NO, NO.
I JUST NEED TO CALL MY WIFE.
LIE DOWN ON THE STREET!
RIGHT NOW!
HANDS OUT AT YOUR SIDES, NOW!
Hi, this is Lisa,
sorry I can't take your call,
but leave a message and I'll
call you back as soon as I can.
Lisa, I know
you're there, pick up.
I'm so used to talking to
this damned thing anyway.
Okay, I want you
to join the circus.
This Brooklyn
serial killer story
is gonna sell a ton of papers.
This guy was strung
up next to his victims,
there's my front page.
Stop covering that
dead-end alley story.
Switch all your
attention over to this.
I'M HUNTING ANOTHER MONSTER.
By the way...
I got your compensation
for the deep throat
you're working with at the NSC.
Someday, you'll have
to let me know who it is,
must be somebody pretty high up.
LET'S GO, LET'S GO,
MOVE THE CIVILIANS OUT.
SET UP A PERIMETER,
AND DO IT NOW.
NOW, FIVE MINUTES AGO...
STEP BACK...
KEEP IT GOING,
MOVE IT ALONG...
THERE'S NOTHING TO LOOK AT...
EXCUSE ME, MISS, I
CAN'T LET YOU DO THAT.
BUT WHAT ARE THEY LOOKING FOR?
I CAN'T TELL YOU THAT.
NOW MOVE ALONG
PLEASE, IF YOU WOULD.
THANKS FOR THE HELP.
MAYBE THE LOCALS KNOW SOMETHING.
HEY, WHAT'S UP WITH THE
GUYS IN THE MOON SUITS, HUH?
LOOKS LIKE THEY'RE INVADING
THESE ALLEYS OF YOURS.
WHAT DO YOU THINK
THEY'RE LOOKING FOR?
THEY'RE CLEANING UP THE TRASH
THAT TRIED TO FUCK WITH US.
WE TOOK CARE OF BUSINESS,
'CAUSE THIS IS OUR HOME.
SHUT UP, BOBBY.
I'M A REPORTER FOR
"THE WASHINGTON POST".
I COULD SURE USE A LEAD
ON THE STORY I'M WRITING.
HEY, YOU LOOKING TO
HAVE A PARTY, LADY?
I GOT SOME STORIES FOR YOU.
DO YOU TWO KNOW ANYTHING
ABOUT ALL THE MURDERS
HAPPENING IN THESE ALLEYS?
YOU MUST HAVE SEEN SOMETHING.
IT'S KIND OF STRANGE
HOW THEY ALL OCCURRED
IN THE LAST SEVERAL MONTHS.
THEY'RE ALL CONNECTED,
IS MY FEELING.
COME ON,
I'LL SHOW YOU SOMETHING
THAT YOU'RE GONNA LIKE.
BOBBY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
I WISH YOU'D KEEP
YOUR BIG MOUTH SHUT.
GOODNIGHT, SWEETHEART.
TERRY, WHERE ARE YOU?
HELLO?
GOOD EVENING,
WANDA, IT'S JASON WYNN.
ANY WORD FROM TERRY?
NO, NO, NOTHING.
Have you been watching the news?
YES.
THEY SAY THAT THERE IS
ANOTHER KILLER OUT THERE.
YES, IT SEEMS THAT THIS CITY
HAS BECOME AN EVEN MORE
DANGEROUS PLACE TO LIVE.
BY THE WAY,
I'M POSTING SOMEONE OUTSIDE
YOUR HOUSE TO WATCH OVER YOU.
Thank you, Jason.
I'LL CALL TO CHECK ON
YOU IN THE MORNING.
MAYBE TONIGHT YOU CAN
FINALLY GET SOME SLEEP.
GOODNIGHT.
THAT'S A HELL OF A STORY,
BUT I'M NOT BUYING IT.
SHOW HER, GAR!
BE GLAD TO GET THESE
THINGS OUT OF THE ALLEYS.
WOW, YOU WEREN'T KIDDING.
WHERE DID YOU GET THIS?
TAKE IT, MAYBE WITHOUT THEM
THERE'LL BE LESS
PEOPLE GETTING HURT.
THESE MUST BE THE
MISSING WEAPONS
THAT MY SOURCE
WAS TALKING ABOUT.
ARE THERE ANY MORE?
MM-HMM.
THERE'S MORE HID
AROUND HERE, TOO.
I'LL SHOW YOU.
WELL, WHY DON'T YOU TELL
ME MORE ABOUT THIS "AL" GUY?
But its most important
feature, it works, it burns fat.
You'll trim inches
off your waist
and those pesky saddlebags
will disappear, ladies.
The FlexFlat is here to help.
In just weeks you're gonna
notice a difference...
WANDA, I JUST WANT TO
TALK TO YOU, PLEASE.
I WOULD
NEVER HURT YOU.
I ONLY WANT
TO PROTECT YOU.
PLEASE,
I NEED HELP!
WANDA, IT'S ME.
IT'S ME, WANDA.
LISTEN TO MY VOICE.
I'M YOUR HUSBAND.
YOU'RE LYING TO ME!
YOU'RE THAT MONSTER!
WHY ARE YOU MAKING
MY MOMMY CRY?
PLEASE, DON'T
HURT MY BABY!
PLEASE,
DON'T HURT MY BABY!
PLEASE...
LEAVE HER ALONE.
DON'T CRY, MOMMY.
HE WON'T
HURT YOU.
THAT WAS
THE SAD MAN.
WHAT?
YOU KNOW,
THE SAD MAN.
HE SAVED ME.