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Warriors can feel forces massing against them.

The agonizing wait for battle becomes a way of life...

turning and twisting their dark souls...

feeding intense rage that boils deep in every Hellspawn...

a rage at 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.

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?

You wouldn't just be saying that 'cause I got this grenade in my hand.

This guy's nuts.

- Fuck. - He's gonna kill him.

Killing kids. That's about catching the innocence.

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, put them in your pockets.

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 ass out here now!

Oh. Somebody else wanna play?

How's about a game of catch?

Come on. What do you say?

Let's go, kid.

Guess the rats would rather play with themselves.

Officers down. Suspect fleeing 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 at Madison and 43rd Street.

Bottoms up, big guy.

Jesus God.

Officer down! Repeat! Officer down!

Requesting help. Officer down, Madison and 43rd Street.

Six-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!

Come on, you worthless cocksucker!

Tried to blow me up, you son of a bitch!

I'll kill ya. Come on!

- Where is he? - What you talking about? Where's who?

Listen, asshole, I'm not in the fucking mood.

A preacher 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 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 wanna 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 fair is fair. That's American.

This bill is controversial 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.

If successful, it will enable us to thrive...

as the greatest country in the world.

Thank you.

- Senator... - One more question...

Are you saying you will vote for the family relief bill today...

in spite of resistance from Capitol Hill?

You heard my speech.

I'm not here to fight the Senate. I'm here to help America.

- Senator, one more question... - Thanks, everyone.

Now let's get some real food.

Ignoring my calls is not a smart idea.

Running for president isn't like working at 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.

Understood?

You've compromised both our positions.

What?

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.

Unlike me, you don't have that kind of power.

These cutbacks are locked in, so the entire bill must fail.

I'll have to pull in some favors to negate your vote...

and save you from looking like a fool.

Screw up again, Scottie, and your political career is over.

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 purse-snatching?

Who dropped the ball on this?

Makes it look like a bunch of L.A. cops. What you got, Twitch?

Grenade fragments and a big hole, sir.

Give me something I can work with.

This is the same alley where we found the body of that reporter Stevens.

I know. Them dead kids were dropped in this area too.

- Seems to be a popular spot. - But is it a coincidence?

Stevens' taped conversations seem to suggest a connection...

between Washington and a child killer.

They're making these things smaller.

Sir, I really need to get back to those tapes.

Later, Twitch. This so-called preacher might be our child killer.

I want him before the feds smell a headline and take us out of the loop.

Jesus!

Oh, my God.

Get him outta 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 got to do with the damn preacher?

Christ! Medics! Get over here!

Twitch, radio headquarters. Tell them SWAT's gonna hold a six-block radius.

We're gonna pinch this area until 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 weapons shipment hasn't turned up anything.

The only good news is, no other shipments are currently missing.

What about 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 on European armories.

I'll have full statistical readouts tomorrow.

Good work. Leave this 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...

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's 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 saying 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'd assumed she'd drop her investigation once her client 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's stirring up trouble.

- Maybe Terry's rubbing off on her. - Time is short.

First, let's get you on target.

I want you to find that thing in the alley.

I have a specialist who will deal with it.

Second, I need a pickup and delivery.

A child. Nothing serious.

- Someone will contact you with 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 kidnapping 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... - None of you know anything about me!

Out of my way.

Give them a chance, or leave them alone.

Get out of my way.

You're saving them one minute, then spitting on them the next.

Make up your mind, Spawn.

Are you going to do what's right...

or sit on your ass and brood?

That little boy earlier today... he's still with that psychopath.

You could've 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...

Iooking for your personal space...

and expect them not to push back.

You kill hit men, the Mob comes.

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 some time. - Why?

I just love to see the children's faces when you're with them.

You like kids. Don't you, Billy?

Me too.

But I'm a clown. I'm supposed to.

Hey. You wanna go to a party?

- When? - Later tonight, across town.

It'll 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, the Senate has narrowly defeated the federal relief taxation bills...

spearheaded by Senator McMillan...

who received much opposition from Republicans and Democrats.

McMillan, who's running for president...

has been unavailable for comment.

Ready, Cyan?

Great catch, honey!

Good job.

Come on, honey. Mommy has to go inside.

Yes, this is she.

Yes, I know Max Kivala.

Oh, God, no.

Not Max.

When? How?

Yes, he worked for me. When did this happen?

No, you don't have a right to know what we were working on.

His wife? Yes, I know her.

Let her tell me that. I don't trust...

Cyan? Cyan.

Cyan, where are you, honey?

Hellspawns begin to take sides in their own minds.

Right, wrong. Moral, immoral.

Good, evil.

None are ever sure where they will fall.

What you doing with the heaters?

Lots of unfriendly traffic flowing through here.

So, that's it now? It's become an eye for an eye.

The government taught me how to fight, how to kill. That's all I got left.

If you don't have the stomach for it, get the hell outta here.

All units, a report of a child kidnapping 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, where the hell have you been?

We got this cop-killing, kidnapping bastard cornered. He ain't getting away.

Hold your fire!

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.

Don't do anything stupid. Give me the grenade.

I promise you, you and the boy will be protected.

Sure.

It's okay. It's still got a pin.

Everything's fine.

Well, not quite.

Nobody move!

Do you have him?

Drop him.

Goddamn it.

Nice shot.

Holy shit.

- Holy shit! - Oh, my God! Move! Move!

- Move! - Go!

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.

Ooh, that was tight, especially in the crotch.

Move from this spot and you'll be sorry, girlie.

Hello, little girl.

Do you like tutti-frutti?

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