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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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