Do you believe in cause and effect?
Drop a glass, the glass breaks.
Strike a match and a fire starts.
Do the things that we do in this life screw you in the one that comes after?
I think so.
Spawn's learning that little lesson too.
Oh, he'd like to make it all go away somehow--
pull out, hide, sleep it off.
But he made his deal with the Devil,
and now the dominoes are already crashing down.
And he's got nobody to blame but himself
and me.
I'm Todd McFarlane, and I created "Spawn."
Tell me you’re not the guy who took out Tony's men.
Overkill.
- Son of a bitch. - That he was.
Asked to possibly reopen the Kyle Watson child-killer case
in light of what was termed "a blatant oversight by the police,"
defense attorney Wanda Blake is responsible for this latest revelation.
I didn’t do nothing.
I’ve been a good boy.
You have entered a restricted ordinance storage facility.
Come out hands high, or we will open fire.
Fire.
When are you coming to bed?
I love you, Wanda.
Looks like police are gonna cut child-killer
Kyle Watson loose after all.
Thanks to his attorney Wanda Blake,
independent investigators have found that evidence in the case
may actually have been planted.
And now "Spawn," so turn off your lights.
He waits as they all do...
For a sign, a warning,
something to set events in motion.
Few warriors realize
that the battle between Heaven and Hell is constant,
ongoing, incident after incident,
part of an unending chain.
"The domino principle"--
that’s what scientists call it.
One thing happens that triggers another
and another and another.
And in the end,
all will be revealed, no matter how wonderful
or hideous the result.
Mr. Twist, I-- I just wanna say you can count on me, okay?
Whatever it is you need, you got.
Right now I need you to shut up and listen.
This is important, okay?
- You listening? - Yeah, mr. Twist.
You’re on a flight to Rome in an hour. Go straight to the man,
you know who I'm talking about? - Yes, mr. Twist.
You prostrate yourself before him, understand?
You tell him in no uncertain terms that we are very very sorry
about what happened to Overkill.
We screwed up. We will pay for his repair.
- You got that? - Yes, mr. Twist.
You’re speaking for me on this, Costellano.
You beg his forgiveness. Get on your knees,
kiss his ass, his balls,
whatever he needs for this to be all right.
- I understand. - We got our tits
in a fucking ringer on this. We don't need trouble from Rome.
Tell him we’ll fix it all on our end. Done deal, okay?
Don't worry, mr. Twist, I got it covered.
Get going.
Hey, baby, wanna go out?
I can't believe this crap's been going on without me.
Come here, cutie. Hey. Come here.
Hey, sweetie, didn’t I see you in a magazine?
Got a boyfriend, beaver treat?
Somebody to lick away your day?
I can do that for you, baby. You want me to show you?
Yeah. Show me.
It's a big-city-girl day in the neighborhood.
You a big-city girl, baby?
Good hunting's where you find it.
Hunting? Oh, we got ourselves some kind of sports babe.
- Sorry about this. - Oh, don't apologize, baby.
It's all our fault.
But it's gonna be fun.
For us.
I don't think so.
Yeah, yeah.
Look who it is.
What is she doing here?
Hey, you can't-- hey!
I know she's in, and she's gonna see me.
How dare you burst into my office like this?
Why wasn't I called about the Hellspawn?
What are you talking about?
You’ve had me deliberately taken out of the loop.
Angela, really.
Save it, Gabrielle. He's mine.
You’re not the only hunter in the universe, Angela.
I’ve taken out the last two Hellspawns,
and I want this one.
You realize it's this kind of behavior
that makes it difficult to trust you?
If there's one thing I do well, it's hunt.
A lot of people don't like that, including you,
but that’s not gonna stop me!
Go through the proper channels.
Those channels lead to you.
I'm here. I'm talking to you, ambassador.
- What about the permit? - Denied.
How long are you gonna have it in for me, Gabby?
A century? Two?
Follow appropriate protocol
and maybe I’ll reconsider.
Just try and keep me out of this, Gabby.
Goodbye, Angela.
Yeah!
Hey. Let the little guys have some.
Always pulling for the underdog, eh, Wanda?
You know me. So, what have you got?
- You got it? - Took some arm-twisting
and greasing more palms than you'll find at a Times Square peep show,
but yeah, I got it. I still got some friends on the force,
but this shit's like ebola.
Nobody wants nothing to do with it.
Not here. I don't mean to sound paranoid,
but what you got there is big.
How big, Max?
Raw evidence from the last kid--
uncut, unedited, and a latent print
off the little girl's eyeball-- clear as Christmas.
An actual fingerprint?
Thumb from the left hand of your perp.
- Not Watson's. - No.
This print belongs to your killer.
I was right.
Kyle Watson was set up to take the fall
for those child murders. This proves it.
I think you wanna save the champagne and cheese doodles.
This son of a bitch was purposely misfiled, vaulted and buried.
Are we talking about a conspiracy inside the police?
I think maybe it goes beyond that, Wanda.
Someone's covering this sick bastard's ass with kevlar,
someone with a lot of muscle. - Who?
Honestly, I don't wanna know and neither should you.
- Watch your back, Wanda. - Thanks, Max. I owe you.
You'll get my consultation fee.
Max, you’re amazing.
Why are you following her?
I'm talking to you, dirt bag.
Not a healthy idea.
I want answers, now!
Starting with your boss's name.
Go on, I'm listening.
I just wanted to find those code numbers.
I'm not interested in code numbers, Terry.
We lost a rather large number of weapons
from that ordinance annex a week ago.
Yes, I know, but what I'm getting at--
I want a solid, concise analysis
from your department, telling me who could have done this.
They had the son of a bitch cornered and somehow he got away,
weapons and all.
- Impossible. - Incredible.
I haven't seen a maneuver like that since...
Al Simmons.
I don't wanna have to explain this screw-up to the president.
It may have been an inside job, sir.
- What are you talking about? - Well, sir,
I’ve been running some cataloguing reports on my own...
And I caught some code discrepancies in our weapon storage files.
Go on.
I did some checking, and crazy as it sounds,
it looks like someone might be diverting weapon shipments
to other delivery sites, then changing the info in the computer.
Do you have any proof of this?
It's all here in my report.
Who else have you talked to about this?
No one, sir. I wanted to come straight to you.
Excellent. I'm glad you did.
As of right now, Terry, your job is to track down every instance
of these discrepancies in the weapon shipment files.
I’ll need verification and documented evidence
if I'm going to get into this with a full-scale investigation.
- Yes, sir. - Keep me informed.
I just wanna go on record and say, "I hope I'm wrong.
I hope this is just some horrible mix-up."
I’ll second that. Thank you, Terry.
Goddamn boy scout.
Last thing I need is him turning a few heads by talking to someone.
Fortunately, Terry's a loyal puppet--
always works in the best interests of his employer.
Let him find all the loose ends.
We’ll tie them up later.
Right now, I need to find those weapons,
somehow keep us on our timetable.
Recovered images from Overkill's internal camera.
Rome will want Tony's fat ass for this.
Nothing like a home video of your own evisceration.
- I thought you were dead. - I am.
You’ve got some balls coming here, hero.
What the hell is that?
And what's it doing with my weapons?
Who's laughing now?
The darkness is all around you, Spawn.
We both know it.
We both feel it.
How it's closing in on you?
Heaven on one side and hell on the other
and they're both gunning for your scorched ass.
Oh, it's so nice being wanted.
Dickhead puts a gun in his mouth
and blows his brains clear across the East River:
Homicide, my ass.
Anything?
Some very twisted individuals in our nation's capital, sir.
Why they're willing to express such intimate, often sexual thoughts
over a cellphone, I’ll never know.
I’ll tell you why, Twitch. People are freaking morons.
So how much more?
Mr. Stevens had a very extensive library
of pirated conversations.
There's perhaps another 40 or 50 hours at least.
Aw, Christ, we ain't got that kind of time.
Chief's all over this alley death-spree shit.
At least there haven't been any more killings, sir.
Yeah. What?
That’s supposed to make me feel better?
It's the freaking calm before the freaking monsoon.
Quite right, sir.
The buzz on the street had Overkill in town
which should have meant a bloodbath somewhere,
but nobody's seen him in a week and nobody saw him leave.
He's hard to miss, sir.
Exactly. It's weird crap, this whole stinking business.
I tell you, Twitch, I hate loose ends.
Piss me off.
And on the national front,
outspoken Republican senator Scott McMillan
has unexpectedly thrown his hat into the presidential ring.
The American people want someone to step into the White House
and put an end to overinflated underachieving
tax-and-spend government.
oOur nation needs someone on the frontlines
who isn't afraid to give the government the thorough house-cleaning
it's needed for a very long time.
And I am that someone.
Twitch, you should see this guy.
He's got a EM eating out of his undies.
Sir, did you look at this file?
Of course I did.
This photographer's from Washington DC, sir.
Don't tell me this jerkoff worked for "The Post."
No, sir. If you'll take a look at line 26
under his ID and fingerprint report.
Well, shit on me and call me a sundae.
Mr. Humble here works for the US government.
A pool photographer
for the House of Representatives.
Weirder and weirder. Guy falls out of a tree,
breaks his arm in three places, then blows his brains out... For what?
Actually the report states that Humble's arm
was broken by "assailant or assailants unknown."
Yeah yeah. Whatever.
Christ, why can't these D.C. assholes die in their own goddamned town?
Very inconsiderate of them, sir.
Shut up, Twitch. Just find out
if this jerk s connected to Stevens or these reporters
or both, and order me a hoagie while you’re at it.
What the fuck is this?
No one can know I'm here.
You don't just bust in and fuck with me.
Shut up, Tony.
What do you know about the creature on that video you sent me?
Nothing.
Just that he's one lethal son of a bitch.
Anyone that can whack out Overkill...
I need it found.
But I can't do it directly.
Hey, forget it. That bastard told me to stay out of his way
and believe you me, that’s exactly what I'm gonna do.
This isn't a request.
You find him, then you contact me.
And maybe I can help you deal with your Italian situation.
- What s this?! - A package from Rome.
My people intercepted it from your people.
You’re having my guys followed?
I keep tabs on all of my friends.
Be honored. Enjoy.
Christ!
Your client's negligence killed two children in that fire,
and your own security cameras verify it!
Kelly, the bad press alone
is worth the million you’re offering. Look, Kelly, I gotta go.
Yes. Right now.
More money. That’s what I want to close this case.
"More money"-- the lawyer's model.
I pulled the civil case on the Reinhardt Chemical fire two months ago.
- I'm trying to settle it. - Yeah, I remember that one--
the two kids in the storeroom.
What a way to go. Brutal.
Yeah, well, the Reinhardt family is poor.
They want us to take the first offer thrown on the table.
And something tells me you’re not gonna bite.
Forget it. They had to use dental records to identify them.
You know, Wanda, money won't bring them dead kids back.
Yeah, I know.
So, did you get it?
Yeah. And let me tell you,
I had to call in some serious favors.
These government guys protect this high-tech shit like it's their balls.
But before I give this to you,
you gotta promise me you won't do something stupid.
I pay, you bring. That’s always been our deal,
but I appreciate the concern. So what do we have here?
We got some heavy-duty shit, that’s what.
I'm worried about you, Wanda.
That’s sweet, but I'm a big girl and I need that disc. Please.
Here you go, but remember what I said.
So what's your plan?
I'm gonna try to access the government's database
and break into their system to find out who framed Watson.
Don't be crazy. You don't wanna go messing with these guys.
Someone with power is protecting a child killer.
- I need to find out who. - You got Watson off.
Why the hell do you wanna go on some holy crusade
to find this guy?
Because money doesn't bring dead kids back.
We’ll never be apart, never ever.
Oh, what a perfect day. You make me so happy.
I love you so much, Al.
Al was never enough for a woman like you, Wanda.
His death was the best thing that could have happened.
You’re probably right.
Wanda!
Wanda! Wanda!
Wanda!
Wait! Wait, it's me-- Gareb!
Remember me? Gareb.
You don't wanna kill me, right?
- Gareb? - Yeah.
Can I breathe now?
Another nightmare, huh?
I get them real bad sometimes,
remembering when my folks put me in the hospital.
Said I was, you know, "touched in the head."
I thought some downtime would help,
give me a chance to sort things out.
Seems like the more I think,
the worse the nightmares get,
and I can't shut it off.
You hungry?
I got a good deal on a half loaf of bread.
Only a week old.
Still got some of the plastic wrap around it.
Go away, Gareb.
You know,
you shouldn't sit down here alone all the time.
It ain't healthy.
I'm not worried about my health.
I’ve gotta figure things out.
Maybe you need to quit all this figuring
and just do something.
Of course, what do I know, right?
I'm just a bum with half a loaf of moldy bread.
Nobody to share it with, except my buddies
Jack Daniel's and Jim Beam.
You have a friend there, Spawn.
Listen to him.
Beat it, old man. I'm in no mood.
Moments of wisdom are few for the new warriors.
They come from unexpected sources.
But always,
warriors feel events churning around them--
spiraling, closing in.
Some sit and wait too long.