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In the city, a river of humanity rushes past...

leaving behind in the alleys...

the refuse...

those that become lost in the night...

the sick and the broken.

Spawn shares this alley...

with the lost souls who, like him...

long to escape their wounded and tormented existence.

Does he feel anything at all?

Or is his heart dark and empty...

with no shred of humanity left?

Is the Hell Spawn even aware that his presence...

causes the destruction of those closest to him?

Those he had hoped to protect?

- Everyone's in place, Merrick. - Wynn's still inside with the wife.

If Fitzgerald comes home, wait until Wynn walks out.

Then kill them all.

Wanda, you've created quite a stir at the NSC.

I don't like getting the runaround.

This is a dangerous situation for Terry.

Who knows what he's capable of doing?

- He needs to turn himself in. - He's not a criminal!

You and I both know that.

- But his behavior, it's erratic. - He's stressed.

You love him, but to the NSC he's a traitor.

That is not Terry.

I hope it's not. If he calls you here, you must tell him to contact me.

I'm his only hope.

You've already lost one husband. It would be a shame to lose another.

- Are you having a rough one? - You say something?

- A rough night? - You don't want to know.

- You want to talk about it? - No, thanks. Gonna use the phone.

- Sorry, I didn't mean to pry. - Don't worry about it.

If you hear anything, Jason, please call me.

Hello? Hello?

Hey, good luck!

What's with this fucking box?

Damn, these are good.

Doughnuts are always better by the dozen.

We don't wanna see any more of you bums. You're driving customers away.

We're trying to run a business.

I don't want to see a single goddamn bum in this alley! You stink!

Don't you have any respect for yourself? It offends me to smell you!

Let's go!

Let's get the hell outta here!

Jesus!

That was close.

- Please don't hurt me. - Okay. Police.

It's all right, Hank. It's us.

Please don't hurt me!

- Easy, easy. - Police.

Easy does it.

What's going on here?

He's going to come down and destroy us! He's coming!

He's coming! The Guardian! You'll see!

He's going to come down and destroy us!

He needs to sleep it off.

Classic paranoid schizophrenia.

He'll protect us!

Great. Add that to the weird shit going on down here.

You're gonna see something!

Everyone will see. He's coming to the pass judgment.

Excuse us.

- Watch it! - You watch it.

That's the dude, man.

Have you two thought about my offer?

You'll make a lot of money with me doing the Lord's work.

Shit, man!

Hey, you, pusher man!

- Grab some fence. - You two, stay right there.

Preacher man, aren't you recruiting young these days?

We all work for the Lord.

Work this!

You don't understand our work here.

Leave those kids alone. You hear me?

Get the hell outta here!

I think they got religion, sir.

Cops. Fucking joke.

It wasn't the cops who forced Johnny and his boys out.

It was some ghost that scared them off.

Johnny was Creole. They're spooked by shit like that.

We own these alleys now. I want a steel door, bars on the windows.

And get rid of the bums.

Next.

Brother.

Are you seeking salvation?

What is this?

- We don't take checks. - Right, Mr. Wall Street!

Cash only, to be saved. You already sniffed your stocks up your nose, huh?

It's cash only, asshole.

Bless you, sister.

Let me ease your pain.

In the end, they all lust for hell.

What the hell?

Hey, where you running off to, Cinderella?

No one ever listens to me. I hate when people don't listen to me.

We won't be needin' guns for this.

Easy does it. Your brother just wants you to rough him up like last time.

I warned you. You didn't listen to me.

- This is our alley now. - I don't have anyplace left to go!

I won't bother you!

Man, you made me look like a punk in front of my brother!

Now he thinks I can't take care of things.

- You are a punk! Just wait. - What? Come here!

The Guardian's gonna take care of you!

Oh, no.

Oh, God, no!

Joe.

He used to sing me songs.

Joe was nice to me.

Oh, God. We came here because of the Guardian.

- He was gonna protect us. - I don't know, Lucy.

Maybe they're just stories.

No, no, he's our guardian angel.

He's ours. He knows how we feel because he's like us.

Maybe Joe didn't believe! You have to believe in him or he won't come.

That's what you're supposed to do.

Poor Joe! Why do we have to throw him away like this?

The water's so dirty and cold!

No! Please! Oh, please!

Please don't!

Please don't! Please!

Take Lucy away.

Lucy, let's go.

Joe's gonna be okay.

No one can hurt him now.

Yeah.

That's right. No one can hurt you now, Joe.

- Two whole months? - I wish I didn't have to go.

Well, how about something nice...

to remember me by?

Where was he? He was supposed to protect us. Pass judgment!

Shit.

- It's me, Hank. - You scared the shit out of me.

Could I have a drink, man, please? Thanks.

Easy.

I didn't do shit.

You're the one who told us about him. Why isn't he here?

Isn't he gonna do anything?

Maybe he's not real, just more of your drunk talk.

He's real, Hank.

I'm telling ya, he's bullshit, Careb!

- It's him! - It's for real?

There you are! Al, I've been looking for you.

Wait! Wait. Did you hear what happened to us?

That gang!

The sons of bitches went and killed Joe! Bastards.

They killed him. Al, help us. You gotta do something.

What should I do with them?

Kill... I mean... You know what I mean.

Get rid of them!

I don't do other people's killings anymore, Careb.

I feel nothing for you or the others.

This place has the stink of hell all over it.

I'm good to no one.

I can't even help the ones I care about.

Al, we're all just scared.

Al, please! I told everybody that you'd help us, protect us.

There's so many of us here now. We're trapped here just like you!

Prisoners.

Answer the question shithead!

I'm looking for someone.

One of my disciples. Real skinny guy.

Answer him.

He's got something of mine. My Bible, and it's very important to me.

The Guardian, why don't you ask him?

The Guardian? Brother, I'm your only savior in these alleys.

A real smart ass, huh?

Have you seen the skinny guy? I'll know if you're lying.

I haven't seen him.

If you do see him, come and find me.

- Let's go. - Arnie?

Well, what have we here? Maybe this one knows something.

Is that yours?

That is one big piece of ass, man.

Are these your friends?

Yeah, right, baby. We're friends.

- That's it. We're all friends here. - Friends here!

Yeah!

Arnie, why don't you dance with her?

Please, please leave us alone.

Let's go, Donny.

"Leave us alone." Is that right?

Come on, baby, dance!

- I like to dance, Arnie. - Lucy, come on!

Show me those legs. That's it.

The old broad's wasted.

Do it! Do it!

Ooh, baby!

He's playing music for me.

Enough!

- Hey, what the fuck? - Enough, you little shit!

- Let's go, Donny boy. - I'm just having fun.

Donny, before the old guy kicks your ass.

You think you can come in here and push us around, humiliate us?

We're not leaving.

You're not a nice man. The Guardian's gonna get you!

Hey, lighten up, Donny boy.

You go give your Guardian that message, old man.

Why don't we bury her like we do the others?

She was afraid of the sewers. It's cold there.

I promised her I'd always keep her warm.

Cast out of society...

taking refuge amidst the garbage...

like Spawn, himself...

these unclean souls know they will never be accepted...

by the world beyond these alleys.

So they remain here...

trying to hold on to their dignity and sanity.

Hoping for some savior.

A protector. Someone to redeem them.

You pathetic piece of shit, smoking all our merchandise. Come here.

I oughta kick your scrawny ass.

Where's the fucking book?

Oh, yeah.

I got it right here, man. Relax. You worry too much.

What the fuck?

Sticks.

Where the hell are they?

- What are you gonna do? - I'm gonna find those rat fucks now.

And the goddamn Bible so we can all get back to work!

I'm comin' with you.

Stay put.

Earl? Sticks?

Show your face, you chicken shit!

Yes, I got you, you son of a bitch!

I got you!

Donny Boy, it's gonna be okay. I'll get you out of here. Donny!

Guardian. Guardian.

Get up.

Who are you?

You bastards!

You killed my brother!

You're gonna die!

Has this Hell Spawn found some scrap of humanity within himself?

Or is this the act of a predator whose territory has been invaded?

Has his basic instinct to kill taken hold of him?

He knows he has lost again.

The real victor here is the one who sent him...

to harvest more souls.

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