Todd McFarlane's Spawn (1997–1999): Season 2, Episode 6 - Hellzapoppin - full transcript
In the Season Two finale, Spawn takes the fight to Wynn, telling him that he is coming for him at midnight. Seeing his schemes beginning to crumble, Wynn attempts to have his agents kill Lisa Wu as she draws closer to the truth.
MY BEST AGENTS ARE
COMING BACK IN BODY BAGS.
FITZGERALD COULDN'T
HAVE DONE ALL THAT ALONE.
I'M A REPORTER FOR
THE "WASHINGTON POST".
I'LL SHOW YOU SOMETHING
THAT YOU'RE GONNA LIKE.
THESE MUST BE THE
MISSING WEAPONS
THAT MY SOURCE
WAS TALKING ABOUT.
BANKS HAS EVERY COP IN
BROOKLYN LOOKING FOR FITZGERALD.
HEY, YOU!
I NEED TO CALL MY WIFE.
LIE DOWN ON THE STREET!
SOMEONE'S OUT THERE
AND THEY'RE GETTING CLOSER.
I WANT YOU TO FIND THEM,
BEFORE THEY FIND ME.
YOU LOOK SPOOKED.
I WON'T LET ANYTHING
HAPPEN TO YOU.
SHE WAS AFRAID OF ME.
YOU CANNOT HAVE THAT LIFE BACK.
I CAN'T GO
ON LIKE THIS ANYMORE...
HIDING IN THE
SHADOWS, I'M SICK OF IT.
I NEED HELP!
IT'S ME.
I'M YOUR HUSBAND.
DON'T CRY, MOMMY.
THAT WAS THE SAD MAN.
WHAT?
HE SAVED ME.
NO!
NO MATTER WHAT CULTURE,
THE ONE THING THAT HAS
ALWAYS BEEN CONSTANT,
IS THE EXISTENCE OF EVIL.
THE PRESENCE OF A HELL SPAWN.
THE CURSE HAS BEEN THERE
SINCE THE VERY BEGINNING.
FROM THE DARKNESS
EACH ONE HAS BEEN CHOSEN,
HAND-PICKED TO HARVEST MORE
AND MORE SOULS BY THE DEVIL.
BUT THIS SPAWN, OUR SPAWN,
IS A LITTLE BIT DIFFERENT.
HE DOESN'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT
FOLLOWING ANY OF HELL'S RULES.
THE
DREAMS KEEP COMING.
I CAN'T SEEM TO STOP
THEM, TO SHUT THEM OUT.
IN THE DREAMS, I SEE
A SECOND REAL WORLD
WHERE THE DEAD APPEAR TO ME.
NOW I KNOW THAT
THE DEAD LIVE ON.
I'M CONNECTED
NOT TO THIS KILLER,
HE'S JUST A CIPHER.
I'M CONNECTED TO THE
ONE WHO SENT THE KILLER.
I HAVE FELT A PRESENCE OF EVIL
AND FIND COMFORT
IN ITS FAMILIARITY.
IT'S BEEN GUIDING ME ALL ALONG
AND WILL HELP ME
CHANGE THE WORLD.
MERRICK.
Yes, Jason?
STEP IN HERE FOR A MOMENT.
I'm on my way.
MERRICK?
MERRICK, THAT YOU?
ALRIGHT, STEP OUT SLOWLY.
I'VE COME TO TAKE YOU TO HELL.
WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?
YOU TAKE SUCH PLEASURE
IN DESTROYING LIVES.
HELL HAS BEEN WAITING FOR YOU.
YOU'RE THE ONE, THE
ONE IN MY DREAMS.
CAN YOU SMELL IT?
THE SMELL OF BURNING FLESH.
WHAT ARE YOUR SINS, JASON WYNN?
ARE YOU READY FOR JUDGMENT DAY?
AAHH...!
JASON...
SOMETHING'S WRONG, I
CAN HEAR IT IN YOUR VOICE.
NO, NOTHING.
YOU RETREAT HERE,
HIDING IN THE SHADOWS OF THIS ALLEY,
BECAUSE YOU DON'T
WANT TO FACE THE TRUTH,
THE TRUTH OF YOUR EXISTENCE.
YOU MADE THE DEAL
WITH MALEBOLGIA.
I CAME BACK FOR HER,
BUT SHE SEES WHAT
A MONSTER I AM.
I CAN'T LET THAT
BE THE END OF US.
YOU WILL ONLY
BRING HER MORE PAIN.
LET HER GO.
I CAN'T!
I HAVE TO PROTECT HER FROM WYNN.
YOU HAVE BROUGHT
THIS EVIL INTO HER LIFE,
THE STINK OF HELL, BROUGHT
BACK FROM YOUR MASTER.
WHO DO YOU THINK WRAPPED
YOU IN THAT SHROUD?
IT WAS MALEBOLGIA!
ARE YOU GOING TO SEND HIM
THE DARK SOUL OF JASON WYNN?
WYNN HAD ME MURDERED!
HE'LL KILL WANDA,
TOO, IF I DON'T STOP HIM.
YOUR LIFE AND JASON WYNN'S
LIFE HAVE ALWAYS BEEN ENTWINED.
MALEBOLGIA HAS BEEN
GUIDING BOTH OF YOU.
YOU ARE BLOOD BROTHERS.
WHO ARE YOU? HOW DO
YOU KNOW THESE THINGS?
BECAUSE HE WAS
ONCE MY MASTER, TOO.
LISTEN TO ME, HELL SPAWN.
I'M YOUR ONLY HOPE.
MAYBE YOU WERE SENT
BY HIM TO CONFUSE ME.
I WILL PROTECT MY WIFE!
HOW ARE YOU GOING TO DO
THAT? BY KILLING JASON WYNN?
THAT'S WHAT YOUR MASTER WANTS.
IF YOU SEND HIS SOUL TO HELL,
HE'LL COME BACK AS
POWERFUL AS YOU ARE.
I CAN SHOW YOU HOW
TO BREAK THE CURSE,
BUT YOU HAVE TO STOP
THE SAVAGE KILLING.
WYNN
IS GOING TO DIE...
AND TO HELL WITH HIM.
Tomorrow, an exclusive
"Washington Post" story
will report allegations
of an NSC cover-up
involving the disappearance
of a large supply
of new generation weapons.
The article states
that the weapons were
stolen several months ago
from the NSC's highest
security compound.
Sources from
inside the NSC allege
that its top officials
may have concealed
knowledge of the theft.
The Attorney General's office
is promising a
complete investigation.
DO WE HAVE OUR
CONTINGENCY PLAN, MR. WYNN?
ALL THAT POWER
COMES WITH A PRICE TAG.
TIME WE COLLECTED
ON YOUR BAR TAB...
WYNN.
MAYBE IT'S TIME YOU
MADE NEW FRIENDS.
GOT NEXT TO THE MAN
WITH THE MASTER PLAN.
MERRICK!
THOSE DEMONS INSIDE
YOU WAITING TO GET OUT!
YES, JASON, WHAT'S WRONG?
DID YOU SEE THAT...?
ON THE TV?
The NSC has refused to comment.
I HAVE A LEGAL RIGHT
TO MAKE A PHONE CALL.
YOU HAVEN'T CHARGED ME
WITH ANYTHING, HAVE YOU?
I HAVEN'T HEARD ANYONE
READ ME MY RIGHTS.
SO, I'M NOT PLAYING YOUR GAME.
YOUR PRINTS ARE ALL
OVER THAT CRIME SCENE.
YOUR LIFE IS OVER.
HAD TO CUT THAT SHORT,
BURKE AND TWITCH CAME
INTO THE OBSERVATION ROOM.
YOU KNOW WHAT A TIGHT-ASS
TWITCH IS ABOUT PROCEDURE.
THAT GUY'S COOL UNDER PRESSURE.
I'M STILL
UNCLEAR WHY CHIEF BANKS
DIDN'T ALLOW US TO
QUESTION THIS SUSPECT.
BECAUSE I THINK
THAT GUY'S A FED.
THERE WERE TWO NSC AGENTS
HANGING BY THEIR NECKS FROM RAFTERS.
EXCUSE ME, DETECTIVES
BURKE AND WILLIAMS...
I'M LISA WU, "WASHINGTON POST".
YOU'RE INVESTIGATING THE MURDERS
COMMITTED IN THE
ALLEYS OFF 42nd STREET.
I NEVER TALK TO THE PRESS
UNLESS I'M GETTING THE
SCORE ON A YANKEE GAME.
BUT THE CORONER SAYS THAT MOST
OF THE VICTIMS WERE STRANGLED,
NECKS, BACKS BROKEN.
BUT THERE WERE
THREE VICTIMS WHO DIED
STRICTLY FROM GUNSHOT WOUNDS.
I'M ASSUMING YOU HAVE SOME
LEADS ON POSSIBLE SUSPECTS.
HAVE YOU FOUND THE
GUNS USED IN THE MURDERS?
TWITCH, DO YOU KNOW?
MY MEMORY'S FADING, SIR.
I'VE BEEN ASKING
AROUND ABOUT YOU GUYS.
WORD IS THAT YOU'RE
BOTH STRAIGHT ARROW COPS,
AND I LIKE THAT.
YOUR JOB IS TO FIND THE
TRUTH, MY JOB IS TO REPORT IT.
I ADMIRE YOUR PERSISTENCE.
I HAVE A FEELING THAT THERE
ARE TRUTHS THAT YOU KNOW
THAT MAY BE HELPFUL TO US.
TELL ME ABOUT THE
FED YOU'RE HOLDING
AND I'LL SHOW YOU
THE MURDER WEAPON.
UH, STEP INTO MY OFFICE.
THAT WAS VERY
NICELY DONE, MS. WU.
YOU KNOW, SPAWN,
YOU'RE FUCKING THINGS UP.
YOU'RE PISSING THE MAN OFF.
THE LAST TIME I SAW HIM PISSED
OFF, LOOK WHAT HE DID TO ME.
YOU THINK I LIKE
LOOKING LIKE THIS?
I'M A CLOWN, A DISGUSTING
FUCKING LITTLE DWARF!
IT SUITS YOU.
I CAN FORGET ABOUT GETTING LAID.
I SEE THE WAY PEOPLE LOOK AT ME.
BUT ENOUGH ABOUT ME, YOU
GOTTA TAKE OUT YOUR ENEMIES.
THAT WOULD BE JASON WYNN.
SOONER OR LATER YOU'RE
NOT GONNA BE THERE
WHEN HE WHACKS YOUR PRETTY WIFE.
NSC HEADQUARTERS...
ALL VISITORS MUST CHECK IN...
I'M LISA WU.
I'M HERE TO SPEAK WITH
THE DIRECTOR, JASON WYNN.
I'M SORRY, MS. WU.
AS I TOLD YOU ON THE PHONE,
WE'RE NOT MAKING ANY
STATEMENTS TO THE PRESS.
I'M GOING TO HOLD A PRESS
CONFERENCE TOMORROW
AND PLACE THE STOLEN
NSC WEAPONS ON A TABLE
IN FRONT OF THE
TELEVISION CAMERAS.
THE NYPD WILL BE THERE TO
CONFIRM THAT THESE WEAPONS
WERE USED IN SOME OF
THE RECENT ALLEY MURDERS.
I'M JUST HERE TO ASK MR. WYNN
IF HE'D LIKE TO BE THERE.
HE'S INVITED.
WANDA BLAKE IS STILL ALIVE.
THEY FOUND YOUR
INDEPENDENT CONTRACTOR
WASHED UP ON THE SHORE,
TORN APART, LIKE THE OTHERS.
EXCUSE ME, WAITER,
ANOTHER BOTTLE, PLEASE.
HIS CAR WAS STILL PARKED
IN FRONT OF HER HOUSE.
DID YOU INVITE ME TO DINNER
JUST TO FIRE ME, JASON?
THE KILLER IS STILL
OUT THERE, MERRICK.
YOU KNOW WHO IT IS, DON'T YOU?
I'VE BEEN HAVING DREAMS, THEY
STARTED WHEN THE KILLING BEGAN.
THERE'S A STRANGE
FAMILIARITY ABOUT IT ALL.
HE'S REALLY FUCKING WITH
ME, PLAYING WITH MY HEAD.
WYNN.
"THE WASHINGTON POST"
? WHAT DOES SHE WANT?
YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO
DEAL WITH THE PRESS.
WHAT THE HELL DO I
PAY YOU FOR, ANYWAY?
I NEVER WANT ANYONE
GIVING ANYTHING TO THE PRESS,
UNDERSTOOD?
A REPORTER?
YES.
WHAT'S THE NAME?
MS. BLAKE? LISA WU.
THANKS FOR SEEING ME
SO EARLY IN THE MORNING.
PLEASE, COME IN.
HEY, THERE.
THIS IS WHAT I KNOW,
A MAN MATCHING YOUR
HUSBAND'S DESCRIPTION
IS BEING HELD AT
THE 87th PRECINCT.
THEY'RE TRYING TO TIE HIM TO
THE BROOKLYN SERIAL MURDERS.
I'M REALLY VERY SORRY.
LOOK, MS. WU,
I'VE CHECKED THE
POLICE STATIONS,
HOSPITALS AND MORGUES.
NO SIGN OF TERRY.
HOW DO I KNOW YOU'RE NOT LYING?
DID YOU ACTUALLY SEE TERRY?
MS. BLAKE, I KNOW IT'S TERRY.
THE ONLY WAY TO
GET HIM OFF THE HOOK
WOULD BE TO PUT PRESSURE
ON THE GUY WHO FRAMED HIM,
AND THAT'S JASON WYNN.
THEY'RE STEPPING OUT NOW.
THE REPORTER IS IN FRONT.
TAKE THE SHOTS
WHEN THEY BECOME AVAILABLE.
THE REPORTER FIRST,
AND THEN BLAKE.
AAHH...!
STILES, TAKE YOUR SHOT.
STILES?
Someone talk to me.
Stiles? Yeager? What
the hell is going on?
Are you out there?
Someone talk to me!
I'M COMING FOR YOU, JASON WYNN.
I'm coming
for you, Jason Wynn.
THAT VOICE.
IT WAS IN MY DREAM.
TWO MORE SLAUGHTERED.
THIS IS JUST WHAT
I WANT HIM TO DO.
HE'LL COME TO ME AND
THEN WE'LL HAVE HIM.
LEVEL FOUR COUNTER
TERRORIST MANEUVERS?
WHAT ARE WE LOOKING FOR?
PROBABLY
ANOTHER LIVE EXERCISE.
I DIDN'T PICK UP ANYTHING
OVER THE WIRES, I DON'T LIKE IT.
YOU DON'T HAVE TO LIKE IT,
YOU JUST HAVE TO DO WHAT I SAY.
THIS COULD BE PROM NIGHT,
BOYS, A PRE-EMPT SPEC WAR STRIKE,
SO LISTEN UP, FROM
THIS MOMENT ON,
I AM THE VOICE OF GOD IN YOUR
HEADSETS FOR THE OUTSIDE TEAM.
I WANT OUR SNIPERS ON
ALL SURROUNDING BUILDINGS.
CIVILIANS HAVE BEEN
EVACUATED, ONLY KILL SHOTS.
THE CHOPPER'S
ON THE ROOF, WAITING,
SURVEILLANCE
EQUIPMENT IS ON-LINE.
JASON, MY MEN WANT TO
KNOW WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH.
LET HIM BACK US
IN AND THEN WE'LL STRIKE.
WE CAN SEE EVERYTHING FROM HERE.
WE'RE READY FOR HIM.
COMMAND CHOPPER,
ANYTHING TO REPORT?
I DON'T GET IT.
NO BRIEFING, NOTHING.
IT'S BULLSHIT, WHEN
DO WE GET SOME REAL ACTION?
I'VE GOT MEN DOWN HERE.
AAHH...!
WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON?
WHO GAVE THE ORDER?!
STOP THE DOORS!
OVER HERE, NOW!
GET THESE DOORS OPEN, NOW!
WHAT?
CLEVER, HE'S TAKING
OUT OUR SYSTEM.
HE'S SHUTTING US DOWN.
I NEED YOU DOWN THERE, NOW.
ALL TEAMS CHECK IN
EVERY TWO MINUTES.
STATUS ON POWER?
THEY'RE WORKING ON IT.
NELSON, STATUS FROM
THE OUTSIDE TEAM?
NELSON?
JESUS.
AGENT DOWN.
NEED COMMUNICATION
WITH OUTSIDE TEAM,
WE HAVE AN INTRUDER.
LET'S GO.
UGH!
FIND A WAY INTO THIS
GODDAMNED BUILDING, NOW!
THIS ONE'S LOCKED, TOO!
SHIT.
GET OUT OF THE WAY, I GOT IT!
HOLD YOUR FIRE!
SOMETHING IS IN THERE.
ALRIGHT, LET'S MOVE IT!
WE'LL GAS
THE FUCKER OUT.
SHOOT WHEN THE TARGET'S CLEAR.
WHAT IS THE
TARGET, MERRICK?
I HAVEN'T SEEN ANYTHING,
WE'RE SHOOTING AT SHADOWS.
JUST FOLLOW MY LEAD.
WHAT IS IT?
AAHH...!
GET ME BACKUP.
I NEED A TEAM UP HERE,
WYNN'S OFFICE, NOW!
ARGH!
THERE YOU ARE, I'VE
BEEN WAITING FOR YOU.
WHO ARE YOU?
DON'T YOU REMEMBER ME?
YOU HAD ME BURNED ALIVE.
WHAT?
SIMMONS?
SIMMONS-IS-DEAD.
NO SHIT.
I DON'T BELIEVE YOU!
DO IT...
KILL ME.
IF YOU
SEND HIS SOUL TO HELL,
HE'LL COME BACK AS
POWERFUL AS YOU ARE.
IN THERE.
FITZGERALD
AND MY WIFE,
YOU WILL NEVER ENDANGER
THEIR LIVES AGAIN.
GET OUT OF HERE.
GET ME...
CHIEF BANKS.
HEY, DORSEY,
THAT GUY YOU'RE HOLDING,
WE RAN HIS PRINTS.
WE GOT A CALL
FROM THE FEDS.
WE'RE INSTRUCTED
TO CUT HIM LOOSE.
CUT HIM LOOSE?
WHAT FOR?
THAT'S THE GUY, FOR SURE,
AND YOU AND I BOTH KNOW THAT.
ORDER CAME DOWN
FROM CHIEF BANKS HIMSELF.
CLEAN HIM UP,
LET HIM GO HOME.
I DON'T LIKE IT, EITHER,
BUT THAT'S WHAT WE GOTTA DO.
IT'S BULLSHIT,
CAN'T BE TRUE.
YOU HEARD ME.
THERE'S NOTHING
WE CAN DO ABOUT IT.
JUST KEEP IT
ON THE Q.T.
AND GIVE HIM THE GODDAMNED
TELEPHONE CALL.
SHOW YOUR FACE,
DO AS I SAY.
HELLO, JASON WYNN.
I BELIEVE IT'S TIME
I MADE YOUR ACQUAINTANCE.
HELLO?
HI, IT'S ME, BABY.
OH, GOD,
WHERE ARE YOU?
ARE YOU ALRIGHT?
I'M OKAY, I'M FINE.
CAN I COME HOME?
COME HOME.
COME HOME.
COME HOME.
COMING BACK IN BODY BAGS.
FITZGERALD COULDN'T
HAVE DONE ALL THAT ALONE.
I'M A REPORTER FOR
THE "WASHINGTON POST".
I'LL SHOW YOU SOMETHING
THAT YOU'RE GONNA LIKE.
THESE MUST BE THE
MISSING WEAPONS
THAT MY SOURCE
WAS TALKING ABOUT.
BANKS HAS EVERY COP IN
BROOKLYN LOOKING FOR FITZGERALD.
HEY, YOU!
I NEED TO CALL MY WIFE.
LIE DOWN ON THE STREET!
SOMEONE'S OUT THERE
AND THEY'RE GETTING CLOSER.
I WANT YOU TO FIND THEM,
BEFORE THEY FIND ME.
YOU LOOK SPOOKED.
I WON'T LET ANYTHING
HAPPEN TO YOU.
SHE WAS AFRAID OF ME.
YOU CANNOT HAVE THAT LIFE BACK.
I CAN'T GO
ON LIKE THIS ANYMORE...
HIDING IN THE
SHADOWS, I'M SICK OF IT.
I NEED HELP!
IT'S ME.
I'M YOUR HUSBAND.
DON'T CRY, MOMMY.
THAT WAS THE SAD MAN.
WHAT?
HE SAVED ME.
NO!
NO MATTER WHAT CULTURE,
THE ONE THING THAT HAS
ALWAYS BEEN CONSTANT,
IS THE EXISTENCE OF EVIL.
THE PRESENCE OF A HELL SPAWN.
THE CURSE HAS BEEN THERE
SINCE THE VERY BEGINNING.
FROM THE DARKNESS
EACH ONE HAS BEEN CHOSEN,
HAND-PICKED TO HARVEST MORE
AND MORE SOULS BY THE DEVIL.
BUT THIS SPAWN, OUR SPAWN,
IS A LITTLE BIT DIFFERENT.
HE DOESN'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT
FOLLOWING ANY OF HELL'S RULES.
THE
DREAMS KEEP COMING.
I CAN'T SEEM TO STOP
THEM, TO SHUT THEM OUT.
IN THE DREAMS, I SEE
A SECOND REAL WORLD
WHERE THE DEAD APPEAR TO ME.
NOW I KNOW THAT
THE DEAD LIVE ON.
I'M CONNECTED
NOT TO THIS KILLER,
HE'S JUST A CIPHER.
I'M CONNECTED TO THE
ONE WHO SENT THE KILLER.
I HAVE FELT A PRESENCE OF EVIL
AND FIND COMFORT
IN ITS FAMILIARITY.
IT'S BEEN GUIDING ME ALL ALONG
AND WILL HELP ME
CHANGE THE WORLD.
MERRICK.
Yes, Jason?
STEP IN HERE FOR A MOMENT.
I'm on my way.
MERRICK?
MERRICK, THAT YOU?
ALRIGHT, STEP OUT SLOWLY.
I'VE COME TO TAKE YOU TO HELL.
WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?
YOU TAKE SUCH PLEASURE
IN DESTROYING LIVES.
HELL HAS BEEN WAITING FOR YOU.
YOU'RE THE ONE, THE
ONE IN MY DREAMS.
CAN YOU SMELL IT?
THE SMELL OF BURNING FLESH.
WHAT ARE YOUR SINS, JASON WYNN?
ARE YOU READY FOR JUDGMENT DAY?
AAHH...!
JASON...
SOMETHING'S WRONG, I
CAN HEAR IT IN YOUR VOICE.
NO, NOTHING.
YOU RETREAT HERE,
HIDING IN THE SHADOWS OF THIS ALLEY,
BECAUSE YOU DON'T
WANT TO FACE THE TRUTH,
THE TRUTH OF YOUR EXISTENCE.
YOU MADE THE DEAL
WITH MALEBOLGIA.
I CAME BACK FOR HER,
BUT SHE SEES WHAT
A MONSTER I AM.
I CAN'T LET THAT
BE THE END OF US.
YOU WILL ONLY
BRING HER MORE PAIN.
LET HER GO.
I CAN'T!
I HAVE TO PROTECT HER FROM WYNN.
YOU HAVE BROUGHT
THIS EVIL INTO HER LIFE,
THE STINK OF HELL, BROUGHT
BACK FROM YOUR MASTER.
WHO DO YOU THINK WRAPPED
YOU IN THAT SHROUD?
IT WAS MALEBOLGIA!
ARE YOU GOING TO SEND HIM
THE DARK SOUL OF JASON WYNN?
WYNN HAD ME MURDERED!
HE'LL KILL WANDA,
TOO, IF I DON'T STOP HIM.
YOUR LIFE AND JASON WYNN'S
LIFE HAVE ALWAYS BEEN ENTWINED.
MALEBOLGIA HAS BEEN
GUIDING BOTH OF YOU.
YOU ARE BLOOD BROTHERS.
WHO ARE YOU? HOW DO
YOU KNOW THESE THINGS?
BECAUSE HE WAS
ONCE MY MASTER, TOO.
LISTEN TO ME, HELL SPAWN.
I'M YOUR ONLY HOPE.
MAYBE YOU WERE SENT
BY HIM TO CONFUSE ME.
I WILL PROTECT MY WIFE!
HOW ARE YOU GOING TO DO
THAT? BY KILLING JASON WYNN?
THAT'S WHAT YOUR MASTER WANTS.
IF YOU SEND HIS SOUL TO HELL,
HE'LL COME BACK AS
POWERFUL AS YOU ARE.
I CAN SHOW YOU HOW
TO BREAK THE CURSE,
BUT YOU HAVE TO STOP
THE SAVAGE KILLING.
WYNN
IS GOING TO DIE...
AND TO HELL WITH HIM.
Tomorrow, an exclusive
"Washington Post" story
will report allegations
of an NSC cover-up
involving the disappearance
of a large supply
of new generation weapons.
The article states
that the weapons were
stolen several months ago
from the NSC's highest
security compound.
Sources from
inside the NSC allege
that its top officials
may have concealed
knowledge of the theft.
The Attorney General's office
is promising a
complete investigation.
DO WE HAVE OUR
CONTINGENCY PLAN, MR. WYNN?
ALL THAT POWER
COMES WITH A PRICE TAG.
TIME WE COLLECTED
ON YOUR BAR TAB...
WYNN.
MAYBE IT'S TIME YOU
MADE NEW FRIENDS.
GOT NEXT TO THE MAN
WITH THE MASTER PLAN.
MERRICK!
THOSE DEMONS INSIDE
YOU WAITING TO GET OUT!
YES, JASON, WHAT'S WRONG?
DID YOU SEE THAT...?
ON THE TV?
The NSC has refused to comment.
I HAVE A LEGAL RIGHT
TO MAKE A PHONE CALL.
YOU HAVEN'T CHARGED ME
WITH ANYTHING, HAVE YOU?
I HAVEN'T HEARD ANYONE
READ ME MY RIGHTS.
SO, I'M NOT PLAYING YOUR GAME.
YOUR PRINTS ARE ALL
OVER THAT CRIME SCENE.
YOUR LIFE IS OVER.
HAD TO CUT THAT SHORT,
BURKE AND TWITCH CAME
INTO THE OBSERVATION ROOM.
YOU KNOW WHAT A TIGHT-ASS
TWITCH IS ABOUT PROCEDURE.
THAT GUY'S COOL UNDER PRESSURE.
I'M STILL
UNCLEAR WHY CHIEF BANKS
DIDN'T ALLOW US TO
QUESTION THIS SUSPECT.
BECAUSE I THINK
THAT GUY'S A FED.
THERE WERE TWO NSC AGENTS
HANGING BY THEIR NECKS FROM RAFTERS.
EXCUSE ME, DETECTIVES
BURKE AND WILLIAMS...
I'M LISA WU, "WASHINGTON POST".
YOU'RE INVESTIGATING THE MURDERS
COMMITTED IN THE
ALLEYS OFF 42nd STREET.
I NEVER TALK TO THE PRESS
UNLESS I'M GETTING THE
SCORE ON A YANKEE GAME.
BUT THE CORONER SAYS THAT MOST
OF THE VICTIMS WERE STRANGLED,
NECKS, BACKS BROKEN.
BUT THERE WERE
THREE VICTIMS WHO DIED
STRICTLY FROM GUNSHOT WOUNDS.
I'M ASSUMING YOU HAVE SOME
LEADS ON POSSIBLE SUSPECTS.
HAVE YOU FOUND THE
GUNS USED IN THE MURDERS?
TWITCH, DO YOU KNOW?
MY MEMORY'S FADING, SIR.
I'VE BEEN ASKING
AROUND ABOUT YOU GUYS.
WORD IS THAT YOU'RE
BOTH STRAIGHT ARROW COPS,
AND I LIKE THAT.
YOUR JOB IS TO FIND THE
TRUTH, MY JOB IS TO REPORT IT.
I ADMIRE YOUR PERSISTENCE.
I HAVE A FEELING THAT THERE
ARE TRUTHS THAT YOU KNOW
THAT MAY BE HELPFUL TO US.
TELL ME ABOUT THE
FED YOU'RE HOLDING
AND I'LL SHOW YOU
THE MURDER WEAPON.
UH, STEP INTO MY OFFICE.
THAT WAS VERY
NICELY DONE, MS. WU.
YOU KNOW, SPAWN,
YOU'RE FUCKING THINGS UP.
YOU'RE PISSING THE MAN OFF.
THE LAST TIME I SAW HIM PISSED
OFF, LOOK WHAT HE DID TO ME.
YOU THINK I LIKE
LOOKING LIKE THIS?
I'M A CLOWN, A DISGUSTING
FUCKING LITTLE DWARF!
IT SUITS YOU.
I CAN FORGET ABOUT GETTING LAID.
I SEE THE WAY PEOPLE LOOK AT ME.
BUT ENOUGH ABOUT ME, YOU
GOTTA TAKE OUT YOUR ENEMIES.
THAT WOULD BE JASON WYNN.
SOONER OR LATER YOU'RE
NOT GONNA BE THERE
WHEN HE WHACKS YOUR PRETTY WIFE.
NSC HEADQUARTERS...
ALL VISITORS MUST CHECK IN...
I'M LISA WU.
I'M HERE TO SPEAK WITH
THE DIRECTOR, JASON WYNN.
I'M SORRY, MS. WU.
AS I TOLD YOU ON THE PHONE,
WE'RE NOT MAKING ANY
STATEMENTS TO THE PRESS.
I'M GOING TO HOLD A PRESS
CONFERENCE TOMORROW
AND PLACE THE STOLEN
NSC WEAPONS ON A TABLE
IN FRONT OF THE
TELEVISION CAMERAS.
THE NYPD WILL BE THERE TO
CONFIRM THAT THESE WEAPONS
WERE USED IN SOME OF
THE RECENT ALLEY MURDERS.
I'M JUST HERE TO ASK MR. WYNN
IF HE'D LIKE TO BE THERE.
HE'S INVITED.
WANDA BLAKE IS STILL ALIVE.
THEY FOUND YOUR
INDEPENDENT CONTRACTOR
WASHED UP ON THE SHORE,
TORN APART, LIKE THE OTHERS.
EXCUSE ME, WAITER,
ANOTHER BOTTLE, PLEASE.
HIS CAR WAS STILL PARKED
IN FRONT OF HER HOUSE.
DID YOU INVITE ME TO DINNER
JUST TO FIRE ME, JASON?
THE KILLER IS STILL
OUT THERE, MERRICK.
YOU KNOW WHO IT IS, DON'T YOU?
I'VE BEEN HAVING DREAMS, THEY
STARTED WHEN THE KILLING BEGAN.
THERE'S A STRANGE
FAMILIARITY ABOUT IT ALL.
HE'S REALLY FUCKING WITH
ME, PLAYING WITH MY HEAD.
WYNN.
"THE WASHINGTON POST"
? WHAT DOES SHE WANT?
YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO
DEAL WITH THE PRESS.
WHAT THE HELL DO I
PAY YOU FOR, ANYWAY?
I NEVER WANT ANYONE
GIVING ANYTHING TO THE PRESS,
UNDERSTOOD?
A REPORTER?
YES.
WHAT'S THE NAME?
MS. BLAKE? LISA WU.
THANKS FOR SEEING ME
SO EARLY IN THE MORNING.
PLEASE, COME IN.
HEY, THERE.
THIS IS WHAT I KNOW,
A MAN MATCHING YOUR
HUSBAND'S DESCRIPTION
IS BEING HELD AT
THE 87th PRECINCT.
THEY'RE TRYING TO TIE HIM TO
THE BROOKLYN SERIAL MURDERS.
I'M REALLY VERY SORRY.
LOOK, MS. WU,
I'VE CHECKED THE
POLICE STATIONS,
HOSPITALS AND MORGUES.
NO SIGN OF TERRY.
HOW DO I KNOW YOU'RE NOT LYING?
DID YOU ACTUALLY SEE TERRY?
MS. BLAKE, I KNOW IT'S TERRY.
THE ONLY WAY TO
GET HIM OFF THE HOOK
WOULD BE TO PUT PRESSURE
ON THE GUY WHO FRAMED HIM,
AND THAT'S JASON WYNN.
THEY'RE STEPPING OUT NOW.
THE REPORTER IS IN FRONT.
TAKE THE SHOTS
WHEN THEY BECOME AVAILABLE.
THE REPORTER FIRST,
AND THEN BLAKE.
AAHH...!
STILES, TAKE YOUR SHOT.
STILES?
Someone talk to me.
Stiles? Yeager? What
the hell is going on?
Are you out there?
Someone talk to me!
I'M COMING FOR YOU, JASON WYNN.
I'm coming
for you, Jason Wynn.
THAT VOICE.
IT WAS IN MY DREAM.
TWO MORE SLAUGHTERED.
THIS IS JUST WHAT
I WANT HIM TO DO.
HE'LL COME TO ME AND
THEN WE'LL HAVE HIM.
LEVEL FOUR COUNTER
TERRORIST MANEUVERS?
WHAT ARE WE LOOKING FOR?
PROBABLY
ANOTHER LIVE EXERCISE.
I DIDN'T PICK UP ANYTHING
OVER THE WIRES, I DON'T LIKE IT.
YOU DON'T HAVE TO LIKE IT,
YOU JUST HAVE TO DO WHAT I SAY.
THIS COULD BE PROM NIGHT,
BOYS, A PRE-EMPT SPEC WAR STRIKE,
SO LISTEN UP, FROM
THIS MOMENT ON,
I AM THE VOICE OF GOD IN YOUR
HEADSETS FOR THE OUTSIDE TEAM.
I WANT OUR SNIPERS ON
ALL SURROUNDING BUILDINGS.
CIVILIANS HAVE BEEN
EVACUATED, ONLY KILL SHOTS.
THE CHOPPER'S
ON THE ROOF, WAITING,
SURVEILLANCE
EQUIPMENT IS ON-LINE.
JASON, MY MEN WANT TO
KNOW WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH.
LET HIM BACK US
IN AND THEN WE'LL STRIKE.
WE CAN SEE EVERYTHING FROM HERE.
WE'RE READY FOR HIM.
COMMAND CHOPPER,
ANYTHING TO REPORT?
I DON'T GET IT.
NO BRIEFING, NOTHING.
IT'S BULLSHIT, WHEN
DO WE GET SOME REAL ACTION?
I'VE GOT MEN DOWN HERE.
AAHH...!
WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON?
WHO GAVE THE ORDER?!
STOP THE DOORS!
OVER HERE, NOW!
GET THESE DOORS OPEN, NOW!
WHAT?
CLEVER, HE'S TAKING
OUT OUR SYSTEM.
HE'S SHUTTING US DOWN.
I NEED YOU DOWN THERE, NOW.
ALL TEAMS CHECK IN
EVERY TWO MINUTES.
STATUS ON POWER?
THEY'RE WORKING ON IT.
NELSON, STATUS FROM
THE OUTSIDE TEAM?
NELSON?
JESUS.
AGENT DOWN.
NEED COMMUNICATION
WITH OUTSIDE TEAM,
WE HAVE AN INTRUDER.
LET'S GO.
UGH!
FIND A WAY INTO THIS
GODDAMNED BUILDING, NOW!
THIS ONE'S LOCKED, TOO!
SHIT.
GET OUT OF THE WAY, I GOT IT!
HOLD YOUR FIRE!
SOMETHING IS IN THERE.
ALRIGHT, LET'S MOVE IT!
WE'LL GAS
THE FUCKER OUT.
SHOOT WHEN THE TARGET'S CLEAR.
WHAT IS THE
TARGET, MERRICK?
I HAVEN'T SEEN ANYTHING,
WE'RE SHOOTING AT SHADOWS.
JUST FOLLOW MY LEAD.
WHAT IS IT?
AAHH...!
GET ME BACKUP.
I NEED A TEAM UP HERE,
WYNN'S OFFICE, NOW!
ARGH!
THERE YOU ARE, I'VE
BEEN WAITING FOR YOU.
WHO ARE YOU?
DON'T YOU REMEMBER ME?
YOU HAD ME BURNED ALIVE.
WHAT?
SIMMONS?
SIMMONS-IS-DEAD.
NO SHIT.
I DON'T BELIEVE YOU!
DO IT...
KILL ME.
IF YOU
SEND HIS SOUL TO HELL,
HE'LL COME BACK AS
POWERFUL AS YOU ARE.
IN THERE.
FITZGERALD
AND MY WIFE,
YOU WILL NEVER ENDANGER
THEIR LIVES AGAIN.
GET OUT OF HERE.
GET ME...
CHIEF BANKS.
HEY, DORSEY,
THAT GUY YOU'RE HOLDING,
WE RAN HIS PRINTS.
WE GOT A CALL
FROM THE FEDS.
WE'RE INSTRUCTED
TO CUT HIM LOOSE.
CUT HIM LOOSE?
WHAT FOR?
THAT'S THE GUY, FOR SURE,
AND YOU AND I BOTH KNOW THAT.
ORDER CAME DOWN
FROM CHIEF BANKS HIMSELF.
CLEAN HIM UP,
LET HIM GO HOME.
I DON'T LIKE IT, EITHER,
BUT THAT'S WHAT WE GOTTA DO.
IT'S BULLSHIT,
CAN'T BE TRUE.
YOU HEARD ME.
THERE'S NOTHING
WE CAN DO ABOUT IT.
JUST KEEP IT
ON THE Q.T.
AND GIVE HIM THE GODDAMNED
TELEPHONE CALL.
SHOW YOUR FACE,
DO AS I SAY.
HELLO, JASON WYNN.
I BELIEVE IT'S TIME
I MADE YOUR ACQUAINTANCE.
HELLO?
HI, IT'S ME, BABY.
OH, GOD,
WHERE ARE YOU?
ARE YOU ALRIGHT?
I'M OKAY, I'M FINE.
CAN I COME HOME?
COME HOME.
COME HOME.
COME HOME.