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The dream is always the same.
We are pale riders in the night carrying the swords of justice...
as was done when men first put on the hoods and set the cross on fire...
for all to see and fear.
One more of the outsiders has been brought to justice:
those who have taken our homes and jobs...
defiled our country and our god.
I know now what the dream really means.
I am to prepare the way for the one who is coming.
I see his face every night.
We share the same dream.
The Master told me what I had to do.
He speaks to me, and I know his name.
He calls himself Malebolgia.
- Please, sir, no smoking in cab. - Please forgive me.
No problem. Where you going tonight?
- I'm going to Brooklyn. - Brooklyn. Okay.
I am the one to cleanse and purify this city.
To rid us of them.
They're not like us, but they can't really help themselves.
They don't even know why this must happen.
Please. Why are you doing this?
I don't understand.
I'm sorry.
I know it's not your fault.
And it's really nothing personal.
It is not just the lost and dispossessed...
that have gathered near the Hell Spawn.
There are those lone predators, the human monsters...
those who have heard the voice of Malebolgia whispering to them.
Evil has seeped into their empty lives like a stained liquid.
Aware of the presence of the Hell Spawn...
they come to the alleys to be near him.
They are drawn to him.
He is their savior...
their link to the Master.
Hell has sent them to be Malebolgia's hands...
covered with blood.
I found you.
Get away from me.
A woman makes it her business to know where her husband is.
- She knows she's being watched. - Why is this woman still alive?
Let me take her and the kid.
I'll know where Fitzgerald is in an hour.
And if she really doesn't know, you would have cut her to pieces.
I'll find him, don't worry.
Yes?
You wanted us to check in, sir?
Yes. What have you got?
She hasn't left her office all day.
She spoke with her grandmother, her daughter, several clients...
and you.
She's clever, this one.
You know I'm good in voice stress analysis.
Let me be there next to you.
She's not a pro. I'll know when she's lying.
If I feel like she's lying, you can take her.
Ask her about her daughter. Is she missing Daddy?
A mother won't lie about her kid's feelings.
Wanda?
It's after 9:00. Why are you still here?
I've got briefs to catch up on.
Why don't you relegate the cases to somebody else?
At least till you hear about Terry.
Thanks, but I have to stay busy or I'll lose my mind for sure.
Okay. See you tomorrow.
If you need anything, let me know, okay? Night.
Good night, Lois.
Wanda Blake.
Jason Wynn.
- Anything new? - Yes. Can you meet me for dinner?
Of course I can. Where do you want to meet?
- I'll send a car to pick you up. - All right.
- I'll be downstairs in ten minutes. - See you then.
- You look exhausted. - No sleep.
I have the same dreams every night.
There's been a string of disappearances all in the Brooklyn area.
Police are investigating, but there are no leads.
They're asking for the public's help. The most recent disappearance...
is local cab driver, Joseph Weiss.
If you've seen this man or have any information of his whereabouts...
please call the number on the screen.
I didn't get the money.
Yeah, I swear.
I swear I'll never do it again.
Please, baby, come get me.
What are you lookin' at? Fuck off!
Astoria, Queens, please.
Astoria, it is.
$ $"Sale"
Oh, thank you, honey. It's beautiful.
Oh, so are you. Happy anniversary, baby.
Excuse me. Astoria in Queens, not Brooklyn.
I'm sorry. The traffic on the bridge...
Do we look like tourists? Stop the cab.
I said stop the cab right now and let us out.
Man, look.
I've only got 50 bucks. It's yours.
Just let us out here.
I apologize, but it has to be this way.
Don't. No, please! Don't!
I really am sorry.
As his lawyer, I'd like to know if my husband is being charged with a crime.
This can be resolved in Terry's favor.
Don't get my hopes up, Jason, unless you are sure.
I'll always tell you the truth.
How are you making out? How's Cyan?
It's tough on a kid.
She cries for Terry every night, and I try to stay busy at work.
I try to keep myself together for her, but I do my own share of crying.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to dump my problems on you.
It's all right. I know it's tough.
I'll be here as long as you need me to be.
I just want Terry home.
So do I.
Is that him? Is that the one you want?
- Problem? - No. I've just got to make a call.
You can use my phone.
No, thank you.
This is a private call. I'll use a pay phone. Excuse me.
She's lying.
Wanda.
- Terry! Where are you? - Our old club in Brooklyn.
- I can be there in 30 minutes. - I'll be waiting in front.
Terry, I love you.
I love you, too.
I'm sorry.
Cyan's not feeling well. I have to go.
I hope it's nothing serious.
She's been running a fever. Thank you for everything. I'll take a cab.
No, I wouldn't hear of it.
Merrick, will you see Miss Blake to the car, please?
All right.
- No problem, ma'am. - I'll call you, Jason.
Good night, Wanda. Be careful.
Traced her call to a pay phone in Brooklyn.
Where is she?
On the Manhattan Bridge heading into Brooklyn.
Keep me posted.
Oh, you're awake. That's better.
Please, forgive all this.
I really don't blame you.
None of us chooses what we were born to be.
Yes.
Excellent. Brooklyn.
Interesting.
One of Fitzgerald's credit cards was traced in Brooklyn.
The son of a bitch has been in your backyard all this time.
And Blake is on her way there now.
What?
She keeps circling the same blocks...
real slow.
Pull her over. Hold her till I get there.
Oh, no!
- Please step out of the car. - What's this about?
- Please, don't make this difficult. - Who are you?
- What do you want? - Get out of the car.
No, I won't!
You don't have a choice.
Watts, go check it out.
Please get out of the car, miss.
Watts!
Yeah. Nothin'.
Come on! Oh, God!
Oh, God! Oh, no!
Come on!
Wanda.
I'm sorry. I took longer than I expected.
Oh, no.
This isn't supposed to happen this way.
I know you're here...
'cause there's no place to go.
You fucked with the wrong guy.
You sick twerp!
Come on out.
It's time to take your place among the others.
He told me it has to be this way.
Does he think he can fuck with me, with my plans?
You'd have killed her, too, if you had the chance.
Who's that? Who's there?
I have a bad feeling about this.
Where the hell are Raymond and Watts?
Do you see what I've done here?
This was for the Master. I've saved them for you.
I don't serve any master.
Do you think our Master will be pleased?
Why don't you ask him yourself? You're about to meet him.
The dream.
My savior.
He betrayed me.
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