Todd McFarlane's Spawn (1997–1999): Season 3, Episode 2 - Twitch Is Down - full transcript

EVERY HELL SPAWN,

ALL THE WAY BACK
TO THE PRIMORDIAL PAST,

HAS LOST THEIR STRUGGLE
WITH THE DARKNESS.

DON'T GIVE
INTO THE DEMONS.

YOU HEAR ME,
SOLDIER?

DON'T LET THE DEMONS TAKE YOU.

( Cogliostro ) WHEN YOU
PULLED THAT TRIGGER

YOU MADE HELL TAKE NOTICE.

SPAWN WAS BORN ON THAT DAY.

( Spawn ) WE WERE PARTNERS.

FROM THE DAY WE MET,
MY JOB WAS TO WHACK YOU.



WHO GAVE THE ORDER?

IT WAS WYNN!

( rambling ) I KILLED HIM...!

CONFESSIONS OF A FRUITCAKE,

PROBABLY NOTHING.

CHECK THE ALLEYS FOR
ANOTHER BODY ANYWAY.

DETECTIVES BURKE AND WILLIAMS,

I'M LISA WU, WASHINGTON POST.

YOU'RE INVESTIGATING
MURDERS COMMITTED

IN THE ALLEYS OFF 42nd STREET.

NO COMMENT, LADY.

HAVE YOU FOUND THE
GUNS USED IN THE MURDERS?

( Spawn ) GET AWAY FROM ME!

( Cogliostro ) A HELL SPAWN
CAN BE FREE OF THE CURSE.



HOW CAN YOU KNOW THAT?

BECAUSE I AM FREE.

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AHH!

WE'VE ALL SEEN FACES THAT
MAKE US TURN OUR HEADS.

PEOPLE WITH SCARS OR BAD BURNS.

WHAT IF IT WENT
WAY BEYOND THAT?

WHAT IF SOMEONE HAD A
FACE SO UGLY AND HIDEOUS

THAT EVEN THEY COULDN'T
BEAR THE SIGHT OF THEMSELVES?

THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED
TO AL SIMMONS,

NOW TRAPPED IN A BURNT BODY

THAT'S NOT EVEN HIS OWN.

RETURNING FOR A
LOVER WHO'S NOW LOST.

HE REMEMBERS THE WAY
HIS WIFE USED TO TOUCH HIM,

CARESS HIS FACE, KISS HIS LIPS.

HE MIGHT AS WELL BE
TRAPPED IN A STONY TOMB.

COLDNESS SEEPING INTO THE BONES,

ALL ALONE,

SUFFOCATING IN
THE TOTAL DARKNESS.

( Cogliostro ) HOW DOES ONE
FIND HUMANITY IN AN ALLEY?

HOW DOES ONE REGAIN ONE'S SOUL

IN AN ABANDONED CHURCH?

FOR THIS NEWEST HELL SPAWN,

THIS ALLEY IS A WEIGH STATION,

HIS SPECIAL PURGATORY.

( priest )... IN SICKNESS
AND IN HEALTH,

UNTIL DEATH DO YOU PART.

( Cogliostro ) HE LURKS
HERE IN THE SHADOWS,

AMID THIS HUMAN DEBRIS,

WAITING...

JUST INSIDE THE
PORTAL FROM HELL.

BUT THIS IS NOT HIS DOMAIN.

HIS DOMAIN IS THAT BURNED SKIN.

HIS SHELL OF NECROPLASM,
AND THE SCARLET SHROUD

WHICH HOVERS AROUND HIM,

PROTECTING HIM
AND POSSESSING HIM,

AT THE SAME TIME.

( chatter )

WHERE IS THE OLD MAN?

WHY ISN'T HE HERE?

I DON'T KNOW.

HE'S A GHOST, LIKE YOU.

HE JUST APPEARS.

AL, WHAT'S HAPPENING
TO YOUR FACE?

( evil laughter )

HE'S LAUGHING AT ME!

C'MON, IT'S OKAY,
MAN, IT'S OKAY.

LOOK, IT'S JUST
THE CHURCH BELLS.

C'MON, IT'S SUNDAY MORNING.

( bells chiming )

STOP IT!

( bells chiming )

STOP IT!

( Clown laughing )

LEAVE ME ALONE!

( evil laughter )

I AM STILL ALIVE.

DID YOU THINK YOU COULD
STRIKE A DEAL WITH MALEBOLGIA?

AND THEN RENEGE?

THIS IS A GRAVEYARD.

I CAN FEEL THE DEATH.

YES, LOOK AROUND YOU.

THESE ARTIFACTS
ARE ALL THAT REMAIN

FROM HELL SPAWNS OF THE PAST.

THEY WERE CURSED LIKE YOU.

THIS IS THEIR SHRINE.

A REMINDER OF WHAT
MAY BE YOUR FATE.

MAYBE YOU'RE NOT
A CRAZY OLD BUM.

WHAT DO THEY CALL YOU?

I HAVE HAD MANY NAMES.

IN THIS TIME, THEY
CALL ME COGLIOSTRO.

HOW LONG HAVE YOU
BEEN HIDING HERE?

HIDING?

I'VE BEEN HERE FOR MANY YEARS.

YOU SEE, I'M THE NIGHT
CURATOR OF ANTIQUITIES,

THIS IS HOW I HAVE
KEPT THESE RELICS SAFE,

WHILE I WAITED FOR YOU.

WAITED?

IN EVERY AGE, A
HELL SPAWN IS SENT.

I TRY TO GUIDE THEM,

AS I'VE TRIED TO GUIDE YOU.

BUT THEY ARE LOST SOULS.

I'M NOT THEM.

THIS IS YOUR TOMB.

WHAT DEAL DID YOU
STRIKE WITH HIM?

IT WAS THE TIME OF KNIGHTHOOD,

A TIME OF THE MIST.

AFTER THE ENDLESS BATTLES

AND THE SLAUGHTER OF INNOCENTS,

IT WAS I WHO WAS
SENT BY MALEBOLGIA

TO COLLECT THE SOULS,

AND RIDE WITH THEM
IN THE AIR NIGHT,

THE RIDE OF THE DEAD.

BUT NEVER TO DIE,

THERE WAS NO HONOR IN THAT,

NOT FOR A KNIGHT.

MY HONOR HAD BEEN TAKEN FROM ME.

I TURNED AWAY FROM KILLING,

THE BLACK ARTS DREW ME.

I STRUGGLED WITH EVIL INSIDE

AND USED SORCERY TO FREE MYSELF.

IN THAT TIME, I WAS
KNOWN AS MERLIN.

IF YOU ARE THE BLACK KNIGHT,

THEN I WANT ANSWERS.

YOUR FLESH REBELS AGAINST YOU.

THE SHROUD ATTACKS YOU.

YOU WALLOW IN SELF PITY.

YOUR LOSS.

I DON'T WANT TO HEAR
ANYMORE TALK, OLD MAN!

YOU CLAIM TO BE
SOME KIND OF WIZARD.

SHOW ME WHAT THIS
GODDAMN SHROUD IS GOOD FOR!

NO.

YOU WILL, OLD MAN.

THIS IS NOT THE
ALLEY, HELL SPAWN.

I MAKE THE RULES IN THIS PLACE.

YOU ARE IN MY DOMAIN.

THEY MAY HAVE TAKEN YOUR HONOR

BUT THEY STOLE MY LIFE.

I CAME BACK FOR WANDA.

BUT SHE SEES ME AS A MONSTER.

DO YOU WISH TO
FIND THE ANSWERS?

WHAT ARE YOU PREPARED TO DO?

I AM GOING TO GET MY LIFE BACK.

IF YOU WON'T HELP ME,

I'LL FIND THE ANSWERS
SOMEWHERE ELSE.

ONE OF YOUR OFFICERS
FOUND A REPORT

ON A COP KILLED IN THE ALLEYS.

Jason, you're a busy man.

Why are you spending your time

reading our New York
City police reports?

CHIEF BANKS,

IF I DIDN'T FEEL YOU
SERVED A PURPOSE FOR ME,

I WOULDN'T HAVE
GOTTEN YOU NOMINATED

FOR POLICE COMMISSIONER
AND WE WOULDN'T BE HAVING

this conversation, would we?

MR. WYNN, I DIDN'T
MEAN TO IMPLY...

THE REPORT WAS
WRITTEN BY AN OFFICER

NAMED MAX WILLIAMS.

Twitch, smart cop, thorough.

HIS PARTNER IS SAM BURKE,
A MEAT AND POTATOES GUY.

YOUR SMART COP DESCRIBES
THE SHOOTING DEATH

OF ONE OF YOUR BEST OFFICERS,

KILLED IN THE ALLEYS.

The dying man's last
words on earth were,

"red cloak".

FIND THE MAN IN THE RED CLOAK.

DON'T MOVE IN ON
HIM UNTIL YOU CALL ME.

Consider it done.

THE DAMN THING'S NO GOOD,

THE SIGHTS ARE OFF OR SOMETHING.

YES, SIR.

WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT.

IT'S JAMMED.

FORTUNATELY.

I CAN USUALLY SHOOT THE DICK

OFF A SQUIRREL FROM HERE.

LOOK AT THIS JUNK, STUPID GUN!

( Twitch ) YOUR LACK OF AIM IS
SURELY THE GUN'S FAULT, SIR.

LACK OF AIM, HUH?

WHAT, TWITCH, YOU THINK
YOU CAN DO BETTER?

YOU KNOW, TWITCH,

YOU REALLY LOST
YOUR SENSE OF HUMOR.

YOU'RE TOO SERIOUS.

YOU GOTTA LEARN TO
LIGHTEN UP A LITTLE.

( bells )

LET'S JUST SEE NOW.

LUCKY SON-OF-A-BITCH.

GIVE ME THAT GUN.

BURKE, I THOUGHT
THEY WEREN'T GONNA

LET YOU BACK ON THE RANGE

AFTER THAT INCIDENT LAST WEEK.

HEY, I'VE BEEN
CLEARED OF THAT ONE.

IT WAS THE GUY'S FAULT,
HE SHOULD HAVE DUCKED.

YOU'RE AT A DISADVANTAGE, BURKE.

YOUR GUT KEEPS YOU
TOO FAR FROM THE TARGET.

HEY, TWITCH,

I THINK THE CHIEF
JUST CRACKED A JOKE.

ALRIGHT, THIS IS YOUR REPORT

ON ONE OF OURS THAT
WAS KILLED IN THE ALLEYS.

WE CLOSED THAT CASE,
IT WAS OUR COLLAR.

THAT COP WAS KILLED
BY A CRAZY PRIEST.

BEFORE HE DIED,

THAT COP SAID THERE
WERE TWO OF THEM.

THAT LEADS ME TO BELIEVE

MAYBE THE PRIEST HAD A PLAYMATE.

HE ALSO SAID SOMETHING
ABOUT A RED CLOAK.

I REMEMBER,

THAT'S A DETAIL I SHOULDN'T
HAVE MISSED, CHIEF.

GET ME A PERP.

I DON'T CARE IF YOU GOTTA EAT,

SLEEP AND BREATHE THOSE ALLEYS.

AND I DON'T CARE HOW
MUCH SHIT YOU STEP IN.

YOU SHOULD FEEL
RIGHT AT HOME, BURKE.

CHECK IT OUT.

( male ) You're
missing the point, Lisa.

I don't want you to have
a good time in New York,

I want you to have a
lonely, exhausting trip,

which indicates to me
that you're writing a story

that will spill a lot of ink.

LET'S CUT THE BULLSHIT.

IF I WASN'T THE BEST... YOU
WOULDN'T HAVE SENT ME.

You got a thing for
these psychos, Lisa.

You always manage
to get close to them.

YEAH, WELL MY JOB IS
TO HUNT THEM DOWN.

THEY ALL GIVE OFF
THE SAME SCENT.

What scent is that?

EVIL.

Hey, Lisa?

YEAH?

You're spooky.

Now tell me what you have.

THIS GUY WEARS A RED CLOAK.

( man laughing )

HEY, HE'S NO JOKE,
HE MURDERS PEOPLE.

I'M GONNA FIND HIM.

AND DELIVER TO YOU
HIS HEAD ON A PLATTER.

( speaking foreign )

( alarm buzzing )

LIKE DOLL'S EYES.

( Burke ) FOURTH TIME
WITH THIS ZOMBIE,

AND WE DON'T HAVE SHIT.

THE GUY HAS NO PRINTS, NO NAME.

AND AS SOON AS HE STARTS
IN ABOUT THE DEAD GUY'S BACK,

I'M GONE.

I CAN'T DO A FIFTH DANCE
WITH THIS TWISTED SISTER.

NICE DIGS.

IT'S GOOD THING YOU'RE
GETTING R & R, BIG GUY.

A WALL FLOWER, HUH?

YOU SEE THIS?

THIS A FORENSIC REPORT.

IT SAYS THAT YOUR
DNA MATCHES THE CELLS

FOUND UNDERNEATH
THE NAILS OF A DEAD BUM.

WE ALSO HAVE WITNESSES THAT SAY

YOU KILLED THIS LESS
FORTUNATE FELLOW.

WE FOUND THIS NEARBY.

HE'S DEAD.

I SAW HIM BURNT TO A CRISP.

BUT HE'S BACK.

THAT'S IT, I'M GONE.

C'MON, TWITCH.

WHO'S BACK FROM THE DEAD?

HE LOOKED AT ME WITH
THOSE GREEN EYES...

THAT CLOAK, IT REACHED
OUT AND TOUCHED ME

LIKE IT WAS ALIVE.

DID YOU SAY CLOAK?

HE'S GONNA DRAG ME BACK TO HELL.

TELL ME, WHO'S COME FROM HELL?

SIMMONS, AL SIMMONS.

WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?

JUST CHECKING SOME DETAILS, SIR.

HOW'S THE CHILI DOG?

KIND OF LIGHT ON THE ONIONS.

THAT MAY SIGNAL A SLIGHT
IMPROVEMENT IN AIR QUALITY.

YEAH, YEAH, YEAH,
WHAT A COMEDIAN.

I'M GONNA GRAB A SODA.

( phone )

YOU CAME IN LOOKING FOR ME.

WHY?

SHALL WE HAVE A SEAT?

YOU WROTE SOME ARTICLES
FOR "THE WASHINGTON POST"

ABOUT A SOLDIER
NAMED AL SIMMONS.

THAT'S OLD NEWS, DETECTIVE,

WHY THE INTEREST?

I WAS JUST WONDERING
IF YOU COULD OFFER ME

ANYTHING THAT WAS, TOO SENSITIVE

TO PUT IN PRINT.

LIKE?

YOU TELL ME.

A MEMBER OF A SPECIAL OPS GROUP

THAT SAVED THE PRESIDENT
A FEW YEARS BACK.

BUT YOU ALREADY KNEW ALL THAT...

BEFORE YOU CAME IN THE DOOR.

I'M LIKE YOU, I DO MY HOMEWORK.

YOU KNOW WHAT, TWITCH?

I LIKE YOU, YOU'RE A GOOD COP.

AND I'M A GOOD REPORTER.

AND I KNOW A FLUFF
JOB WHEN I HEAR IT.

SO, LET'S CUT THE BULLSHIT.

YOU TELL ME SOMETHING,
I'LL TELL YOU SOMETHING.

LADIES FIRST.

I WASN'T ALLOWED
TO PRINT THE FACT

THAT AL SIMMONS WAS BURNED ALIVE

ON A MISSION THAT THE
NSC SAYS DIDN'T HAPPEN.

YOUR TURN.

I'M WORKING "THE ALLEY MURDERS",

LOOKING FOR A GUY
WITH A RED CLOAK.

I HAVE A PERP DOWN AT BELLEVUE

THAT SAYS HE GOT A GOOD LOOK

AT THIS GUY IN THE ALLEY.

SAYS HE HAS A BURNED FACE.

NOW YOU TELL ME,

AL SIMMONS WAS BURNED ALIVE.

COINCIDENCES DO HAPPEN.

I DON'T BELIEVE IN COINCIDENCES.

THANK YOU FOR
YOUR TIME, MISS WU.

I SEE THE WAY YOU LOOK

WHEN YOU TALK ABOUT AL.

YOU REALLY LOVED HIM.

HE WAS MY HUSBAND.

NO, I MEAN HE WAS "THE ONE".

IS THIS GOING TO
SHOW UP IN THE PAPER?

THIS IS JUST YOU AND ME.

WHAT YOU SAID BEFORE, ABOUT AL,

YOU'RE RIGHT, HE WAS THAT ONE.

JUST HEARING HIS
VOICE EXCITED ME.

WHEN HE TOUCHED ME...

AFTER HE DIED, I ACHED FOR HIM.

FOR MONTHS I'D SLEEP
WITH HIS SHIRT OR HIS ROBE,

ANYTHING THAT SMELLED LIKE HIM.

( Cyan ) MOMMY, WHERE ARE YOU?

MOM... MOMMY.

MOMMY'S IN HERE, SWEET GIRL.

THERE YOU ARE.

HI, YOU'RE A PRETTY LADY.

I REMEMBER YOU.

I'VE NEVER SEEN HER TAKE
TO SOMEONE SO QUICKLY.

YOU HAVE A WAY WITH HER.

IS SHE AL'S CHILD?

NO, AL COULDN'T GIVE US A CHILD.

OHH...

WHAT'S HAPPENING WITH
THE NSC AND TERRY?

HE LOST HIS JOB.

C'MON, CYAN.

I'M GLAD HE'S NOT THERE.

UP, MOMMY.

WE'RE A LOT BETTER OFF NOW.

JASON WYNN WILL
TOPPLE OFF THE MOUNTAIN,

IT IS JUST A MATTER
OF TIME, WANDA.

WE ALMOST LOST EVERYTHING.

AND I STILL CAN'T
TERRY TO TALK ABOUT IT.

HE STAYS AWAY
FOR DAYS AT A TIME.

MAYBE HE'S PROTECTING YOU.

SOMETIMES THE TRUTH IS BRUTAL.

IT'S DRIVING US APART.

SOMETHING'S WRONG.

BUT HE WON'T LET ME INSIDE.

MAYBE YOU HAVEN'T
GRIEVED AL'S DEATH.

DO YOU SOMETIMES FEEL
THAT HE'S STILL WITH YOU?

YOU'VE SEEN HIM, HAVEN'T YOU.

THE CREATURE.

TWICE.

I'VE SEEN WHAT HE'S CAPABLE OF.

AND I HAVEN'T TOLD ANYONE.

YOU KNOW WHO IT IS, DON'T YOU?

HE SPOKE MY NAME.

THERE WAS
SOMETHING IN HIS VOICE.

I THINK YOU SHOULD GO NOW.

IF YOU CAN HEAR ME, AL,

I KNOW YOU'RE WITH ME.

I FEEL IT.

WANDA...

I'M HUNGRY, MAMA.

I ASK YOU TO STEP OUT
WHERE I CAN SEE YOU,

VERY RESPECTFULLY.

I WARNED THE LAST COP
NOT TO COME INTO MY ALLEY.

ARE YOU THREATENING ME?

WHAT WOULD YOU DO ABOUT IT?

I'D SHOOT YOU BETWEEN THE EYES.

DID YOU KILL HIM?
THE POLICE OFFICER?

YOU GOT SOME HARD BARK
ON YOU FOR A LITTLE GUY.

NO, I DIDN'T KILL HIM.

MURDERS HAVE
OCCURRED IN THIS ALLEY.

ONE VICTIM WAS A HOMELESS MAN.

WE HAVE A SUSPECT
WHO WEARS A SKULL FACE.

A RITUAL OF SOME KIND.

CHAPEL, I LEFT
HIM ALIVE FOR YOU.

THIS MAN YOU CALL CHAPEL,

WE HAVE HIM LOCKED AWAY.

HE'S QUITE COMPLETELY INSANE

SO, NATURALLY WHEN
HE DESCRIBED YOU,

WE DIDN'T BELIEVE IT.

YOU BELIEVED IT, YOU'RE HERE.

HE CLAIMS YOU'RE AL SIMMONS,

A SOLDIER WHO WAS
BURNED ALIVE FIVE YEARS AGO.

WHAT DO YOU THINK?

I THINK YOU'VE SOMEHOW SURVIVED

A GOVERNMENT COVER-UP.

YOU'RE CLOSER THAN YOU THINK.

CAN YOU GET ME CLOSER?

YOU WANT TO BE A
KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR?

GO PLAY COPS AND ROBBERS,
FORGET ALL ABOUT THIS.

I WOULDN'T WANT TO SEE YOUR BODY

DUMPED IN MY ALLEY.

CONFIRM CHAPEL'S INVOLVEMENT.

CHAPEL WAS JUST A PUPPET.

THE NSC WAS PULLING THE STRINGS.

WHO'S THE PUPPET MASTER?

WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE?

DO YOU THINK YOU CAN
STOP THEM, LITTLE MAN?

I CAN DO MY BEST.

YOU WERE A SOLDIER ONCE.

A HERO TO YOUR COUNTRY.

WHAT HAPPENED TO
YOUR CODE OF HONOR?

WHEN YOU PLAY WITH MATCHES,

YOU CAN GET BURNED.

DON'T COME DOWN TO
THESE ALLEYS AGAIN.

( Wynn ) ONE OF YOUR
OFFICERS HAS ACCESSED

SOME OF MY FILES, CHIEF BANKS.

WHY?

I don't know anything about it.

THE ONLY GUY HERE CAPABLE
OF DOING THAT WOULD BE TWITCH.

OFFICER WILLIAMS.

You asked about him before.

He's working on the
killings in the alley.

FIND OUT WHAT HE KNOWS.

AND AFTER I GET THE INFORMATION

FROM OFFICER WILLIAMS?

I UNDERSTAND THAT
NEW YORK'S FINEST

WHO ARE KILLED
IN THE LINE OF DUTY

ARE GIVEN QUITE A HERO'S BURIAL.

Just tell me where
to send the flowers,

Chief Banks.

( Twitch ) I SPOKE WITH
THE RED CLOAKED MAN

HERE, IN THIS PLACE.

I BELIEVE HE'S STILL
SOMEWHERE IN THESE ALLEYS.

OKAY, I'M GONNA
TAKE A LOOK AROUND.

CHECK IT OUT.

THIS GOES ALL
THE WAY UP

TO A HIGH OFFICIAL
IN THE NSC.

AND WHO WOULD
THIS OFFICIAL BE?

THE ONLY MAN WHO
CAN MAKE DECISIONS

AT THIS LEVEL
IS JASON WYNN.

MY INSTINCT IS
THAT THE SUSPECT

WE HAVE DOWN
AT BELLEVUE

IS ONE OF HIS
ASSASSINS.

THAT'S QUITE
A STORY, TWITCH.

IT SOUNDS LIKE YOU HAVE
A VERY SOLID LEAD.

YOU'VE DONE
WELL, OFFICER.

THE DEPARTMENT
IS PROUD OF YOU.

THANK YOU, SIR.

( Burke )
OFFICER DOWN!

GET A GODDAMN
AMBULANCE DOWN HERE!

JESUS, HE'S BLEEDING
HARD FROM HIS HEAD.

OFFICER DOWN!

DO YOU HEAR ME
GODDAMMIT!

TWITCH IS DOWN!