All language subtitles for Spawn s01e04 Dominoes.eng

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 just want to say
you can count on me.

Whatever it is you need,
you got.

Right now I need you to shut up
and listen. This is important.

- You listenin'?
- Yeah, Mr. Twist.

You're flying 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,
Castellano.

Beg his forgiveness.
Get on your knees.

Kiss his ass, his balls, whatever
he needs for this to be all right.

I understand.

Our tits are in a fucking wringer.
We don't need trouble from Rome.

Tell him we'll fix it all
on our end.

Don't worry.
I got it covered.

Get going.

I can't believe this crap's
been going on without me.

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.

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"? 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.

Look who it is.

What's she doing here?

- Angela.
- Hey, you can't...

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
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.

There's one thing I do well...
hunt.

A lot of people don't like that,
including you, but that won't 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 will you have it in for me?
A century?

- Two?
- Follow appropriate protocol.

Maybe I'll reconsider.

Just try and keep me
out of this.

Good-bye, Angela.

Hey! Let the little guys
have some.

Always pullin' for the underdog,
eh, Wanda?

You know me.
So, what do you got?

- You got it?
- I had to grease more palms...

than you'll find at a peep show,
but yeah, I got it.

I've still got 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 took the fall
for those child murders.

This proves it.

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.

Someone's covering
this sick bastard's ass with Kevlar.

- Someone with a lot of muscle.
- Who?

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, dirtbag.

Not a healthy idea.

I want answers now!

Starting with your boss's name.

Go on. I'm listening.

I just wanted
those code numbers.

I'm not interested
in code numbers, Terry.

We lost a large number of weapons
from that ordnance annex a week ago.

Yes, I know, but...

I want an analysis
from your department...

telling me
who could've 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 cataloging reports on my own...

and I caught some code discrepancies
in our weapons storage files.

- Go on.
- I did some checking.

Someone might be diverting weapons
shipments to other delivery sites...

then changing the info
in the computer.

- 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 weapons shipment files.

I need verification and evidence if I'm
going into this with an investigation.

- Yes, sir.
- Keep me informed.

I just want to 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.

Goddamned Boy Scout.

Last thing I need is him turning heads
by talking to someone.

Fortunately, Terry's a loyal puppet.

He 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?

Darkness is all around you,
Spawn.

We both know it.

We both feel it.

It's closing in on you.

Heaven on one side,
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 out.

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 cell phone,
I'll never know.

I'll tell you why, Twitch.
People are friggin' morons.

How much more?

Mr. Stevens had a very extensive
library of pirated conversations.

There's perhaps
another 40 or 50 hours, at least.

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 friggin' calm
before the friggin' monsoon.

Quite right, sir.

Street buzz had Overkill in town,
which should have meant a bloodbath...

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 business.

I hate loose ends, Twitch.
They piss me off.

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.

Our nation needs someone
on the front lines...

who isn't afraid to give the government
the housecleaning it's needed...

for a very long time...

and I am that someone.

This guy's got them eating
out of his undies.

Did you look at this file?

Of course I did.

This photographer
is from Washington, D.C., sir.

This jerk-off worked
for the Post?

No, sir.

Take a look at line 26
under his I.D. and fingerprint report.

Well, shit on me
and call me a sundae.

Mr. Humboldt here works
for the U.S. government.

A pool photographer
for the House of Representatives.

Weirder and weirder.

Guy falls out of a tree,
breaks his arm...

then blows his brains out.

For what?

Actually, the report states
Humboldt's arm was broken...

by assailant
or assailants unknown.

Yeah, yeah, whatever.

Why can't these D.C. assholes
die in their own goddamn 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.

What the fuck is this?

No one can know I'm here.

- You don't 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 who can whack out
Overkill...

I need it found,
but I can't do it directly.

Forget it!
He told me stay out of his way.

Believe 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 having my guys followed?
- I keep tabs on all my friends.

Be honored. Enjoy.

Christ!

Your client's negligence killed
two children in that fire.

Your 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 motto.

I pulled the civil case on the
Reinhardt chemical fire two months ago.

- I'm trying to settle it.
- 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 to take the first offer.

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 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 our deal.
But I appreciate the concern.

- So, what do we have here?
- 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 disk, please.

Here you go.
But remember what I said.

What's your plan?

I'm gonna try to access the government's
database 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 go on some crusade
to find this guy?

Because money
doesn't bring dead kids back.

We'll never be apart.
Never.

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've happened.

You're probably right.

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 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 got to 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...

and nobody to share it with
except my buddies...

Jack Daniels 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.

Others listen
to their instincts...

and prepare.

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