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Would you know the devil if you saw him?
Would you know his face, his eyes?
Would you feel chilled in his presence?
Or do you think he's some naked red guy
with horns and a goatee and a tail?
I'm Todd McFarlane, creator of "Spawn".
True evil is never what or who you expect.
Sometimes it's grotesque, sometimes it's beautiful,
sometimes it's a mobster or a priest,
even the ice cream man.
For all you know, I could be true evil.
Scary, huh?
Most of all, true evil whispers what we wanna hear,
and when it shows its ugly face,
it tells us to do nothing.
And that's where we find Spawn,
sitting in the shadows doing absolutely nothing.
What you got there is big.
A latent print off the girl's eyeball.
Kyle Watson was set up to take the fall for those child murders.
This son-of-a-bitch was purposely misfiled,
vaulted and buried.
Why are you following her?!
I want answers, now!
Here. A guy falls out of a tree,
then blows his brains out, for what?
This photographer's from Washington D.C.
For the U.S. government.
We lost a large number of weapons
from that ordnance annex a week ago.
Who could've done this?
It may have been an inside job, sir.
- What are you talking about? - It's here in my report.
Goddamn boy scout!
The last thing I need is him turning heads by talking to someone.
We got some heavy duty shit here.
And I need that disk.
I'm gonna try and access the government's database
and break in to their system to find out who framed Watson.
Someone with power is protecting a child killer.
I need to find out who!
And now "Spawn", so turn off your lights.
Warriors can feel forces massing against them.
The agonizing wait for battle
becomes a way of life.
Turning and twisting their dark souls.
Feeding tense rage
that boils deep in every hell spawn.
A rage of the unfairness of their plight
and a feeling still deeper,
that they've earned it.
All units respond to kidnap,
Madison and 43rd Street.
Who is this freak?
Witnesses figure him for some kind of whacked out street preacher.
Could be that child killer homicide's been hunting.
Well, whoever the bastard is he's dead.
He just doesn't know it yet.
Suspect holding possible kidnap victim...
Got that right.
Did I say I was gonna kill anybody?
No, I never said that.
Now I may have done that...
But I never said I was gonna kill anybody.
See, saying and doing
are two very different things.
Don't you think?
Now, you wouldn't just be saying that 'cause I got this grenade in my hands.
This guy's nuts.
Killing kids,
that's about catching the innocence, you know?
Life, death, good, evil, it's all right here!
Windows to the soul, boys.
Take a peek, see the party?
You should have told them, no sirens!
Oh shit!
Holy shit!
What... No applause?!
No appreciation!
What is this world coming to?!
You know something?
I hate that!
If you like those hands, I suggest you put them in your pocket
or your pants or wherever! Just get them out of my face!
Adam!
I know you can't hear me but I don't give a shit!
Get your puny little ass out here, now!!
Oh, somebody else wanna play?
How's about a quick game of catch?
C'mon, what do you say?
Let's go, kid.
Guess the rats would rather play with themselves.
... officers down,
suspect went southbound through alley,
requesting help.
Shit, there man, we got him!
Radio for backup then swing around the south end.
Suspect sighted, officer in pursuit.
Request immediate backup.
All units stand-by.
Officers requesting backup for kidnap suspect.
We got this asshole!
We're 20, Madison and 43rd Street.
Bottom's up...
Big guy!
Jesus, God!
Officer down, repeat officer down!
God!
Requesting help, officer down, officer down.
Madison and 43rd Street.
6-Adam-15 come in, 6-Adam-15 come in!
What's your location?
Oh, Al.
I love you, Wanda.
Maybe it's time we start thinking about
having a real family.
Mommy!
Cyan!
Holy Christ!
C'mon you worthless cocksucker!
Try to blow me up, you son-of-a-bitch!
I'll kill you... Come on!! Where is he?
What are you talking about, where's who?
Listen asshole, I'm not in the fucking mood!
Your preacher friend, he was dragging a boy.
I can't help you, I didn't see any...
I swear to God, I don't know nothing!
Please.
I told you I want some goddamn answers and I want them right now!
Is this how you protect and serve?
Shit!
I clocked him, I know it.
Back off, shit-face!
I'll do your pal.
Who made you God, little man?
Not that gun, not that uniform. Nothing.
You want to scare people, fine.
I need a scarecrow.
You're gonna be my personal message board.
I want everyone to see what happens
when they come here uninvited.
Now isn't this a delicious little situation?
You know, people really should finish what they start.
But I say to you,
fair is fair and that's American.
The reason this bill is so controversial,
is because it's not concerned with the bottom line.
It's concerned with the family,
which is the backbone of this country.
We must take a stand and if successful,
it will enable us to thrive as the greatest country
in the world.
Thank you.
Senator, senator, senator...
Are you saying that you will vote for
the family relief bill today,
in spite of some of the resistance from Capital Hill?
You heard my speech. I'm not here to fight the Senate, ma'am.
I'm here to help America. That's what this is about.
- Senator, one more question... - Thanks everyone.
Now, let's get some real food.
Yeah.
Ignoring my calls is not a smart idea.
Running for president is not like working for the post office.
- I have obligations. - Listen to me very carefully, senator.
Your every step, every thought, every breath,
is to be cleared through me, is that understood?
- You compromised both our positions. - What are you talking about?
That bill has several amendments tacked to it
that work against my interests.
I'll get them severed, that way I can preserve my stance.
No, unlike me, you don't have that kind of power.
These cutbacks are locked in
so the entire bill must fail.
Now, I'm going to have to pull in some favors to negate your vote
and save you from looking like a fool.
Screw up again, Scotty,
and your political career is over.
Excuse me senator, where will you be dining?
Shut up and drive.
Kidnap suspect last seen Madison and 43rd.
Jesus, what a mess!
When did a threat from a grenade-toting psycho
get treated like a typical freaking purse snatching?!
Who dropped the ball on this?!
Makes it look like a bunch of cops from L.A.!
What you got over there, Twitch?
Grenade fragments and a big hole, sir.
Give me something I can work with.
Well sir, this is the same alley where
we found the body of that reporter Stevens.
I know and them dead kids were dropped in this area too.
Seems to be a popular spot.
But is it a coincidence?
Stevens' taped conversations seemed to suggest a connection
between Washington and a child killer.
I swear they're making these things smaller.
Sir, I really need to get back to those tapes.
Later, Twitch.
This so called "preacher" just might be our child killer.
And I want his ass before the feds smell a headline
and take us out of the loop!
Oh, Jesus!
Oh my God!
Get him out of there!
... Stay out...
... His alleys...
- Two of 'em. - What about the preacher?
... Red cloak...
Red what?
I think he said "cloak", sir.
What's that gotta do with the damn preacher?
Christ, medics, get over here!
Twitch, radio headquarters.
Tell them S.W.A.T.'s gonna lock down a six block radius.
We're gonna "pinch" this area
'til I find that fucking lunatic!
Retrieving those weapons has become critical.
The slightest delay can shift political balances.
Terry to see you, sir.
Terry, come in.
Sir, my investigation of the weapon shipment
hasn't turned up anything.
The only good news is no other shipments are currently missing.
And what are we doing to locate the weapons we've lost?
Well sir, without a lead,
we're still shooting in the dark, so to speak.
I suspect a Chinese terrorist group or the Cali Cartel.
Both are linked to recent espionage attacks in European armories.
I'll have full statistical read-outs in the morning.
Good work. Leave this file on my desk.
We'll discuss this further after I read it.
I don't like hiding in goddamn closets!
Well, you're not supposed to be in the country, Chapel.
Isn't that the guy who married Al Simmons' wife?
As I was saying,
we have to carefully position ourselves so...
You know, he should thank me
for freeing up a nice piece of ass like Wanda.
Let's focus.
The guns, that's what this is about. Nothing else.
Not worried about the boy scout?
Terry is being monitored.
Just like everyone else.
Someone's got your weapons.
There's a leak somewhere. I need it plugged.
Just let me know when and where.
I want this mission executed
with precision and finesse.
You're trying to say I'm sloppy?
Overzealous like our little South American project.
Not my fault those people don't know how to duck.
This time it's on American soil.
The rules are different, cover your tracks.
Yeah, yeah, just call the ball.
So I can get out of your fucking closet.
Now what?
Wynn, we've got a problem.
- I'm listening. - Internal data monitoring in D.C.
suggests someone's been hacking into the files
of several politicians. Including me.
Don't worry, I sanitized your political record.
Personal information, family history.
I'm scared shitless, I can't take my mind off it.
The Kyle Watson situation got out of control.
That lawyer, Wanda Blake, it must be her.
One of my guys got knocked off trailing her.
I had assumed she'd drop her investigation
once her plan got off.
She's got some ex-cop digging into deep evidence files.
He's got enough connections in the Department
to turn up some very ugly shit.
So what am I supposed to do?
Stay calm, run for president.
I'll take care of the rest.
Is everyone useless around here?!
Trouble in paradise?
Wanda Blake, stirring up trouble.
Maybe Terry's rubbing off on her.
Time is short. First, let's get you on target.
Yeah?
I want you to find that thing in the alley.
I have a specialist who will deal with it.
Second, I need a pick up and delivery.
A child, nothing serious.
Someone will contact you with the details.
Got it.
Kim, call senator McMillan and tell him
the problem we discussed is being resolved.
Twist will find this freak, then you're on.
Get the guns first, then ask your questions.
And remember, finesse.
Got it. Like kidnaping your employee's baby.
- A detail. - I always did like working for you.
Oh my God! Holy shit!
Jesus, Al, what'd you do to him?
What happened here, who moved him?!
I want answers!
Come on Al, none of us would touch him.
- We know you'd... - You know nothing about me!
None of you do!
Out of my way.
Give them a chance or leave them the hell alone!
Get out of my way, old man.
You're saving them one minute, then spitting on them the next!
Make up your mind, Spawn.
Are you gonna do what's right
or sit here on your ass and brood?!
That little boy, earlier today,
he's still with that psychopath.
You could have done something but you didn't.
Why?
- He didn't ask for help. - He's mute.
His problem, not mine.
Look, you can't push people out of the way,
looking for your personal space
and expect them not to push back.
You kill hit-men, the mob come.
You stick a cop on the wall, the police come.
These bums, they're just innocent bystanders,
caught in the middle of your storm.
- Whatever. - You have a purpose, Spawn.
Whether you want to believe it or not.
The sooner you accept it, the better off you'll be.
# I love ice cream #
Hello, Billy.
- How do you know my name? - I'm a fan.
- A what? - A fan. Been admiring your work
for quite some time now actually. - Why?
I just love to see the children's faces when you're with them.
You like kids, don't you Billy?
Yeah.
Me too.
But I'm a clown, I'm supposed to.
Hey you wanna go to a party?
- When? - Later tonight, across town.
It will be a real scream.
I promise.
The investigation has now officially
turned into a full-scale manhunt.
Very few details have been released.
We have confirmation that at least one officer
has been killed at this point.
Also just in, the Senate has narrowly defeated
the federal relief taxation bill,
spearheaded by senator McMillan, who received much opposition
from both Republicans and Democrats.
McMillan, who plans to run
in the next presidential election
has been unavailable for comment.
Ready Cyan?
Great catch, honey.
Good job.
C'mon honey, mommy has to go inside for a moment.
Hello. Yes, this is she.
Yes, I know Max Kivala.
Oh God, no, not Max!
No!
When... how?
Yes, he worked for me.
When did this happen?
No, you do not have a right to know
what we were working on.
His wife, yes, I know her.
I want to hear that from her.
I don't trust... Cyan?
Cyan?
Cyan...
Cyan, where are you, honey?
Cyan...
Cyan!
Hell's spawns begin to take sides
in their own minds.
Right, wrong, moral, immoral,
good, evil.
None are ever sure where they will fall.
Whatcha doing with the heaters?
Lots of unfriendly traffic flowing through here.
So that's it now?
It's become an eye for an eye?
Listen old man,
the government taught me how to fight, how to kill.
It's all I've got left.
If you don't have the stomach for it,
get the hell out of here.
All units, report of a child kidnaping on the south side of Queens.
Female, approximately four-years-old.
Answers to the name of Cyan.
Units are rolling...
Cyan!
You know her? What are you gonna do?
You gonna help get the kid back?
Attention assholes, this is the police.
Drop all weapons.
Come out with your hands over your heads.
Twitch, I ought to yank your dick off! Where the hell have you been?
We got this cop-killing kidnapping bastard cornered,
and he ain't getting away.
Hold your fire.
Okay preacher, just let the boy go and no one has to get hurt here.
Oh, yes someone does.
He's armed.
Don't be a fool, calm down.
You don't want to do anything stupid.
Just give me the grenade and I promise you,
you and the boy will be protected.
Sure.
It's okay, still got a pin.
Everything's fine...
Well, not quite.
Nobody move!
Do you have him?
Drop him.
Godammit!
Nice shot.
Holy shit!
Holy shit, go down, everybody down!
Finally, having chosen a side
and released of some inner guilt,
the warrior is now free to pursue
his personal mission, unfettered.
God help those in his path.
Glad to be out of that skin.
That was tight.
Especially in the crotch.
Move from this spot and you'll be sorry, girlie.
Hello little girl.
Do you like tootie-fruitie?
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