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Where do the dead belong...

in the world of the living?

For this newest Spawn, moments of peace never come.

His memories are fragments of the life he once had.

For a Hell Spawn...

memories replay his soul's own personal hell.

Hey, you're gonna have to speak up, Al, if you wanna be heard.

Oh boy, whatcha doing, tough guy?

Let me guess.

You're just now remembering who torched your sorry ass.

I love it when that happens.

Time for you to learn something from all this fun.

No one can be trusted.

This? This isn't about trust.

It's about dominance and submission.

It's about power!

It's never about trust!

I mean, you couldn't trust your sweet little Wanda...

with good old Terry, right?

You're alone now, Spawn.

Ain't no one covering your back anymore.

I love it when you get rough.

Go on, do it. Let yourself go, Spawn.

You got the killing fever!

Winter has brought the hunter's moon...

with its cold, white light.

The hunter's moon is so bright...

that predators choose this night for the hunt.

And tonight, in the alleys...

Spawn can sense that he is the hunted one.

Hey, Al, come on over.

It's warm by the fire.

The Hell Spawn hides himself away...

with that instinct which predators have.

Away from weariness, confusion...

and torment.

They choose solitude, hiding in the shadows.

They are not your enemies.

- They are the only friends you have. - Friends?

They are my enemies!

A Hell Spawn is returned to earth soulless...

his mind ravaged...

his memory shattered.

They took everything away!

They made me a monster.

Mr. Amir, with your country's reputation...

no one in the free world will sell you these kinds of weapons except for me.

Four hundred million wins your war.

Wynn, you're beautiful.

You start a war, and then sell arms to both sides.

- Whoever wins is your new best friend. - You have your directives.

It's not working for me. The alley location doesn't make sense.

Missile fragments were found there.

Serial numbers match our missing weapons.

Let's get something clear right now. I own you.

I'm not interested in how you think things should work. Understood?

And Special Ops has reconned the target for you.

Why am I wasting my time with this bullshit?

We got guns in practically every third-world country.

What's so special about these?

I need those guns off the streets, Chapel.

That ordinance is traceable to me!

Chapel, did you hear what I said?

Tonight.

I've never seen a moon like that.

Yeah, I hear ya.

Weird shit always happens when we have a moon like that. I don't like it.

- Get down! - Oh, shit!

All right. Now that I have everybody's attention...

let's get this over with real quick, okay?

There were weapons fired in this alley.

They look like this.

One was a shoulder-fired missile.

It makes a big noise.

I'm sure you would remember it.

Tell me where they are...

or I'll put you worthless pieces of shit out of your misery.

I don't know.

I think you're a smart old fart.

Let's see how high that I.Q. of yours is.

Wait. I don't... No!

Tell me where the guns are.

But I don't know!

Maybe Al.

Al? Is Al the guy who knows things around here?

Okay. Let's go talk to Al.

Hey! You're going to have to speak up if you want to be heard.

Jesus, just a kid!

Never thought this job would come to this.

What? You're going to have to speak up, kid, if you want to be heard.

It's not just a job, it's an adventure!

Oh, Al?

- Night, angel. - Night.

Good night.

Every night you put Cyan asleep, then go back to the Agency.

Will you tell me what's going on?

I want to keep you safe.

- The less you know, the better. - I don't understand this.

You're a desk jockey. A nice safe job.

I like knowing I won't get a phone call saying you're missing or dead.

I think I found something they didn't want me to find.

Sometimes there's an agency inside the Agency keeping secrets.

I'll get it straightened out.

I gotta go.

Be careful.

Wanda?

I forgot something.

- I love you. - I love you, Terry.

I'll always come home to you.

Don't worry.

Come on, Amos, tell me what you know.

I don't know!

Look at that! Broken glass. Good as a scalpel.

Don't. I'm tellin' you...

The guns. Our guns, Amos!

It's not like you're protecting the family jewels.

But hey, I can cut those off, too!

Well! What have we here?

Al?

Are you Al?

What is this, Gay Pride Day?

I like the mask, but I think the cape is a little much.

- How the hell did you do that? - Stand up. I'll show you.

Son of a bitch!

It's you!

Chapel!

I remember you.

It's okay, Amos, I got ya.

What the fuck?

From Joliet, Illinois, right?

- What? - Say what?

That's where the state prison is...

where you were born.

Who the fuck are you?

Your worst fucking nightmare.

Say it!

Yeah. We know each other real well.

I know where you buried that girl in Guatemala.

I even know about that singer in Rio. Don Juan of Killers, you said.

You're not him.

Why don't you tell me who I am.

Tell me.

Tell me who I am!

Simmons?

I want you to feel what it's like trapped in a box.

No light, no air, suffocating in the darkness and left to rot.

Jesus Christ!

Internal investigation records, entry 75.

Tracking shipments of ground-air patriot missiles to client countries.

Running up the numbers on toe missiles.

Israel, Kuwait. Database confirmation of serial numbers.

Ordinance shipped and received?

I guess the world sleeps safely tonight.

But I don't trust numbers.

Let's see if the satellite can verify. Cross-referencing global positioning.

No signal, no position given.

Those missiles never arrived!

One of my own.

Give me a name.

Cerebus. That's a Deep Black Project.

Bypassing security codes. Someone removed the transmitters!

Where the hell are these weapons?

Fitzgerald.

Shit!

- No one can survive! Come on! - Can you hear me? Al!

Whatcha doing? He's dead! The whole fucking building fell on him.

- Here! - Oh, shit!

I trusted you with my life.

A hundred times!

We were partners, Jess. Brothers!

Come on, Jess, work the scenario just like the old days.

Show me why you did it!

You take off the lens cap?

Wynn sent me to find you. Said you were going to be my albatross.

I think he called it "partner."

So you're the one who took a bullet for a liberal.

- I guess that's dedication. - The president's a president.

Is that right? In Covert Ops, maybe not always.

- What's so funny? - I'm here because I killed the assassin.

You know, the one you let get away.

You were the only one I let in.

I trusted you.

Why, Jess?

Why?

You stupid son of a bitch!

You were always the target!

From the day we met, my job was to whack you...

when the time came!

Who gave the order? Who was it?

It was Wynn!

He gave me the order, but I wanted to do it.

Wynn?

Guess I won. I won.

Know me!

Jesus Christ!

No! You're not him!

Touch it!

It's real. Feel it. You made it!

No, you can't be alive.

I'm not, asshole!

You took everything from me.

Hey, you're gonna have to speak up, Al, if you wanna be heard.

Oh, God!

Simmons!

Kill me.

Finish it!

There's no coming back.

No. I'm going to let you live...

longer than you want to.

You can't do this to me!

I killed him, and he came back from the dead.

No one can come back!

But he did, he did!

Why, Jess? Why?

They're coming back. I killed them.

Look, they're coming back!

- I trusted you. - I can't kill them!

They keep coming back!

I killed them, but they come back.

They won't stay dead.

They keep coming back!

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