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WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF AT THE MOMENT OF DEATH

A VOICE FROM THE DARKNESS

OFFERED YOU THE CHANCE TO LIVE AGAIN?

HAVE YOUR ANSWER?

THERE'S NO TIME TO THINK ABOUT IT.

YOU'RE A HEARTBEAT AWAY FROM FLATLINING.

QUICK, WHAT'S THE ANSWER?

I'M TODD McFARLANE, AND I CREATED "SPAWN."

I HOPE YOU'LL CONSIDER THE QUESTION I'VE JUST POSED,

BECAUSE A MAN NAMED AL SIMMONS DIDN'T.

WHEN THE QUESTION GOT POPPED ON HIM,

HE SIGNED, LIKE SOME STUPID ROOKIE, IN BLOOD.

SEE, AL HAD QUALITIES HE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW HE HAD,

A SPECIAL KIND OF WIRING THAT MALEBOLGIA THE DEVIL LOOKS FOR.

AND WHEN HE SAID YES TO THAT VOICE, ( snaps fingers )

HE SIGNED ON FOR A LOT MORE THAN HE EVER BARGAINED FOR.

SO BEFORE YOU FIND YOURSELF IN A SIMILAR SITUATION,

AND A VOICE CALLS TO YOU IN THE DARKNESS,

THINK OF AL. OR, AS YOU MAY SEE,

YOU'LL HAVE ALL ETERNITY TO THINK ABOUT YOUR MISTAKE TOO.

AND NOW, "SPAWN," SO TURN OFF YOUR LIGHTS.

( Thunder crashes )

( Screams )

400 YEARS HAVE PASSED.

ONCE AGAIN, IT IS TIME

FOR A NEW WARRIOR TO EMERGE

FROM THE DARKNESS.

THROUGHOUT TIME,

THE BATTLEFIELDS HAVE CHANGED.

BUT THE PRIZE HAS ALWAYS REMAINED THE SAME:

THE HUMAN SOUL.

Man: TAKE OUT YOUR PRESS I.D.

I WANT HIM TO SEE WE'RE LEGIT.

THIS IS SOME UGLY SHIT WE'RE TALKING ABOUT, BENNETT.

WE GET VERIFIABLE INFORMATION

AND WE GOT THE BYLINE OF THE DECADE!

I KNOW.

THIS WAY.

YOU KNOW WE'RE SCREWED IF HE DOESN'T SHOW.

RELAX. HE'S A GOOD SOURCE.

NOW DO ME A FAVOR: TAKE A VALIUM.

YOU'RE MAKING ME CRAZY.

MR. STEVENS?

I'M DAVE BENNETT.

- THIS IS KENNY HAYES. - ( breathing erratically )

WE SPOKE ON THE PHONE.

- ( Gun hammer clicks ) - ( gasps )

( Gasps )

LOOKS LIKE...

YOUR MEETING'S BEEN CUT SHORT.

GOD!

OH GOD!

GOD AIN'T HERE, BOY.

I'll TAKE THE MESSAGE. ( laughs )

- ( Gun blasts ) - ( thunder peals )

AHH!

NOW, DO I LOOK LIKE I'M IN THE MOOD

TO RUN A MARATHON?

DO I?

OKAY ASSHOLE, NEXT QUESTION:

WHO ELSE KNOWS?

I'M WAITING FOR YOUR ANSWER, SMART BOY.

( Gurgling ) NO ONE. I DIDN'T TELL ANYBODY ELSE.

DON'T LIE TO ME, SMART BOY.

DON'T YOU PISS ME OFF.

BY TRYING THAT CRAP WITH ME.

Cogliostro: EACH WARRIOR IS BORN AS A CLEAN SLATE,

KNOWING NOTHING.

THE ONLY INSTINCTS WHICH THEY CAN ACT UPON.

ARE DRAWN FROM THEIR PAST.

SO?

HE'S SEE NO EVIL, HEAR NO EVIL, SPEAK NO EVIL.

COOL. LET'S DO THIS THING AND GO.

DON'T DO THIS. YOU DON'T HAVE TO.

I WON'T SAY ANYTHING. I SWEAR, PLEASE.

I GOT A FAMILY, KIDS.

AND FOR THEIR SAKES,

I HOPE DECENT LIFE INSURANCE.

LET HIM GO.

( Grunts, screams )

- JESUS! - ( screaming )

( Bones crunch )

( Screams )

WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?

STAY BACK!

YOU DON'T WANT TO DO THAT.

HELP ME!

( Screaming )

( laughing )

Wanda's voice: I LOVE YOU, AL.

OH NO!

I CAME BACK FOR YOU!

WHERE ARE YOU?

Cogliostro: HELL DOES NOT ALLOW ITS WARRIOR CHILDREN.

TO ROAM UNCHECKED.

AND SO EACH IS GIVEN THEIR PROPER ESCORT.

( Chuckling ) OH MAN, I LOVE IT,

ESPECIALLY THE GENT WITH HIS HEAD ON BACKWARDS!

THAT IS SWEET.

CHECK HIS SHORTS.

I BET THEY'RE BRIMMIN' OVER!

I SO ENJOY THE SHAMEFUL DETAILS.

NOW THIS IS VERY TASTY.

I MEAN, YOU LOOK AT HIM. YOU LOOK AT YOU.

YOU'RE A MATCHED SET.

WHAT DO YOU THINK, SPAWN?

SPAWN?

YEAH, AS IN HELLSPAWN.

HEY, IT'S WHAT YOU ARE, BABY.

SO GET USED TO IT.

DID I DO THIS?

INSTINCT, SWEETHEART.

YOU'RE A KILLER!

BORN AND BRED.

YOU SEE VIOLENCE, YOU ACT.

IT'S A GIFT.

THAT'S WHY HE PICKED YOU.

I CAN'T REMEMBER ANYTHING.

WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?

TOO LONG UNDER THE TANNING BOOTH, BY THE LOOK OF IT.

( Screaming )

( Screams )

IT'S ME!

WHAT'S HAPPENED?

WHO AM I?

HEY, BOBBY, I THINK HE'S COMIN' AROUND.

WANDA...

JESUS CHRIST ON A CRUTCH,

WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?

I DON'T KNOW.

BUT HE MIGHT NEED HELP.

HEY MISTER, ARE YOU OKAY?

YOU'VE BEEN SCREAMING FOR 10 MINUTES.

WANDA... SHE'LL KNOW WHO I AM.

MAYBE YOU SHOULD LIE DOWN OR SOMETHING, YOU KNOW?

SLEEP IT OFF. I KNOW HOW I GET...

TOO MUCH THUNDERBIRD AND I'M DANCING NAKED IN TIMES SQUARE.

SHE'S... MY WIFE.

WANDA.

ARE YOU CRAZY, GAREB?

YOU SAW WHAT HE DID TO THOSE POOR BASTARDS!

PROBABLY SPEEDING ON PCP OR SOMETHING!

MAYBE WHAT YOU NEED IS A LITTLE HAIR OF THE DOG THAT...

GET AWAY FROM ME.

JUST TRYING TO HELP, OKAY?

I DON'T WANT YOUR HELP.

Cogliostro: WHAT YOU WANT AND NEED AREN'T THE SAME.

THIS PLACE IS A REFUGE FROM THE MAELSTROM.

GET OUT OF MY WAY, OLD MAN.

YOU DON'T REMEMBER. IT DOESN'T MATTER.

IT'S WHAT YOU LEARN NOW THAT'S IMPORTANT.

I JUST WANT TO GO HOME.

NOW MOVE OR BE MOVED.

LISTEN, WE ALL WANT TO GO HOME, MY FRIEND.

BUT IT'S WAR GETTING THERE.

( Sirens wail )

AMAZING...

YOU MAFIA DIRTBAG PIECE OF SHIT.

YOU NEVER LOOKED BETTER.

SIR, I DON'T THINK THE C.S.U.

IS GOING TO APPRECIATE YOU SPRINKLING DOUGHNUT CRUMBS

ONTO THE DECEASED.

I HATE EARLY MORNING.

NOTHING HUMAN UP AT THIS HOUR.

NO SIR, JUST US CIVIL SERVANTS.

AND DEAD MOB SCUMBAGS.

NICELY PUT, SIR.

TONY TWIST IS GONNA NEED SERIOUS DRUGS

WHEN HE FINDS OUT.

THESE THREE BOZOS WERE HIS BEST HITTERS.

SO...

ONE OF THESE THINGS IS NOT LIKE THE OTHERS.

WHAT'S HIS STORY?

Twitch: DAVID BENNETT...

JOURNALIST WITH "THE WASHINGTON POST."

SAME AS THE ONE AT THE ALLEY'S FAR END,

EXCEPT BENNETT'S WON A PULITZER

FOR HIS INVESTIGATIVE PIECE

ON THE CONGRESSIONAL SCANDAL THREE YEARS AGO.

IF IT AIN'T ON ESPN I COULDN'T GIVE A SHIT.

NO, SIR.

( Helicopter buzzing )

OKAY, SO WE GOT TWO DEAD REPORTERS FROM WASHINGTON,

THREE DEAD HITTERS FOR TONY TWIST.

WHAT ABOUT THE OTHER STIFF?

Twitch: HOMELESS, NO I.D. YET.

HIS PRINTS CAME UP NIL.

Sam Burke: PROBABLY JUST AN ALLEY MUSHROOM.

POPPED UP AT THE WRONG TIME.

Twitch: ANOTHER VERBAL ACE, SIR.

- TWITCH? - SIR.

FIND ME A CONNECTION BETWEEN ALL THESE TOE TAGS.

BUT FIRST,

FIND ME SOMETHING WITH CHOCOLATE SPRINKLES.

TWO DOZEN, SIR?

HALF THAT. YOU KNOW I'M ON A DIET.

( Wanda's laughter echoing )

( Horn honks )

( Voice echoes ) BEST FRIEND...

HERE'S TO AL SIMMONS,

THE BEST FRIEND A POOR NUMBER-CRUNCHING JERK LIKE ME

COULD EVER HAVE.

Cyan: DAD!

- Wanda: WAIT, HONEY. - Cyan: DADDY.

SOMEONE WANTS TO SAY GOODBYE.

BYE-BYE, DADDY.

SEE YOU LATER, SWEETNESS.

( Cyan giggling )

PERHAPS YOU CAN DO THAT WITH ME LATER, MISTER.

BYE-BYE, SWEETIE.

Wanda: BYE-BYE.

Cyan: BYE-BYE.

OKAY, CYAN, LET'S GET YOU OFF TO DAYCARE.

Cogliostro: AS THEY TEAR AWAY EACH NEW LAYER,

THERE'S ALWAYS AN AGONIZING PRICE TO PAY.

( Grunts )

HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN?

WHERE HAVE I BEEN?

GOD DAMN IT, WHAT'S HAPPENED TO ME?

Cogliostro: IT'S HELL'S PLAN.

TO KEEP THE NEW RECRUITS CONFUSED,

HOPING TO DISCOURAGE THE WARRIORS OF ANY.

PERSONAL MISSION.

Clown: OH, PLEASE.

DON'T TELL ME YOU'RE GETTING ALL BENT OUT OF SHAPE

OVER A WOMAN.

OKAY, SO SHE WAS THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE

AND THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERED TO YOU

IN THIS WHOLE DISGUSTING,

PUTRID LITTLE UNIVERSE.

OKAY, SO NOW YOUR FORMER BEST FRIEND COMES IN

AND THE AMIGO IS PUTTING IT TO HER

ON A REGULAR BASIS.

OKAY, SO SHE WANTED KIDS.

AND YOU WERE OBVIOUSLY FIRING BLANKS.

( Slurping )

( Chuckles ) WANT A LICK?

IT'S ROCKY ROAD.

GET AWAY FROM ME.

YOU CAN'T BLAME HER, THOUGH.

AFTER ALL,

YOU'VE BEEN DEAD ALMOST FIVE YEARS.

YOU'RE LYING.

IF I'M LYING I'M DYING,

WHICH WOULD BE KIND OF REDUNDANT.

ANYWAY, SPAWN,

YOUR FORMER SELF, MEANING ONE HELLBENT-FOR-LEATHER,

KICK-ASS, TAKE-NO-PRISONERS GOVERNMENT ASSASSIN

BY THE NAME OF AL SIMMONS,

IS DEAD.

IT'S NOT TRUE!

SURE IT IS, AND YOU KNOW IT.

HEY, TOUGH GUY,

WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?

I HAVEN'T GOTTEN TO THE BEST PART YET.

DON'T YOU WANT TO KNOW WHERE YOU'VE BEEN?

YOU DID ASK, SO YOU MUST WANNA KNOW.

LOOK, BACK OFF,

BEFORE I PERMANENTLY INTRODUCE YOUR FACE

TO YOUR COLON.

YOU KNOW, YOU'RE KINDA CUTE

WHEN YOU GET ALL INDIGNANT LIKE THAT.

YOU GOT NOWHERE TO GO, SPAWN.

DON'T YOU WANT TO KNOW WHERE YOU'VE BEEN ALL THIS TIME?

I'll GIVE YOU A HINT:

WHERE DO YOU THINK SOMEONE WHO SLAUGHTERED PEOPLE

FOR A LIVING

WOULD END UP AFTER HE'S DEAD?

YOU CAME BACK FOR HER, SPAWN.

YOU CAME BACK FOR WANDA.

SHE'S GOT A LIFE NOW.

SHE'S GOT A CHILD YOU COULDN'T GIVE HER

AND A HUSBAND WHO'S STILL WEARING HIS FACE.

WHAT DO YOU GOT, CHAR-BABY?

WHAT DO YOU GOT?

NOT ME! I'M ME!

GOD DAMN IT, I'M NOT DEAD.

I'M NOT HERE.

Cogliostro: THE NEW SPAWNS.

EACH TRY TO DENY WHAT THEY'VE BECOME,

HOPING THAT A SMALL SPARK OF TRUTH.

WILL AWAKEN THEM FROM THEIR NIGHTMARE.

Wanda: WITH THIS RING, I THEE WED.

( Screaming )

OH, GOD! ( wails )

WHY, GOD?

WHY?

HOW DID THIS HAPPEN TO ME?

YOU MADE A DEAL, YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH.

YOU MADE A DEAL WITH MALEBOLGIA.

YOU CUT A DEAL FOR YOUR SOUL.

THE DEAL WAS: YOU SEE WANDA

AND THEN BECOME HELLSPAWN...

A RANKING OFFICER IN THE DEVIL'S ARMY.

WELL, NOW YOU'VE SEEN HER.

TIME TO PAY THE PIPER.

GET OFF ME!

Cogliostro: NOW CAST FROM HELL,

THE WARRIORS CROSS PATHS.

WITH THEIR OWN DEMONS IN HUMAN FORM.

Tony Twist on phone: Those scumbag, douchebag-eating,

motherfucking, cocksucking shits!

Motherfucking prick!

I'll take your fucking head and chop it off!

CALM DOWN, TONY.

JUST TELL ME WHAT WENT WRONG.

What went wrong?

Somebody took three of my best guys

and threw them into what must have been

a walking wood chipper!

This was supposed to be a simple gig, Wynn!

WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TRYING TO PULL ON ME, HUH?

I MEAN WE'RE TALKING about my best hit men.

GETTIN' MERCILESSLY WHACKED OVER HERE!

NOW HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DEAL WITH THIS?

THEY WERE AMBUSHED, SNIPERED, WHAT?

THEY'RE NOW WEARING THEIR GODDAMN HEADS ON BACKWARDS

IS WHAT I'M SAYING.

Their bones got pretzeled by somebody who knows

how to do it right.

I SEE.

YEAH, I SEE TOO.

I SEE YOU ASKING ME TO DO YOU A FAVOR

and suddenly my cleaning crew gets taken out by some asshole.

WHO THINKS HE'S THE TERMINATOR.

I'M SENSING AN ACCUSATION HERE, TONY.

ALL I'M SAYING IS

THIS SMELLS LIKE THE WORK

OF A GODDAMN GOVERNMENT-TRAINED ASSASSIN!

AND THAT JUST HAPPENS TO BE YOUR STOCK IN TRADE.

IT WASN'T ANY OF MINE.

AND IF I WERE YOU,

I'D BE VERY CAREFUL ABOUT THE NEXT TIME

I MADE SUCH STRONG IMPLICATIONS

WITHOUT THE FACTS.

SO, WHAT ABOUT THE JOURNALISTS?

Tomorrow's a bitch.

GOOD.

YEAH FOR YOU.

THIS SHIT'S COST ME, BIG-TIME.

YOU'LL BE AMPLY COMPENSATED FOR YOUR LOSS.

LET ME KNOW

WHAT YOU FIND OUT ABOUT THIS MYSTERY ASSASSIN.

I'll SEND YOU HIS LIVER AND MAYBE A COUPLE OF FINGERS.

( Telephone dialing )

Man: Hello.

THE NEWSMEN HAVE BEEN DEALT WITH.

Who did you use?

MAFIA ELEMENTS. NOTHING TRACEABLE.

Good. Thank you.

AND AS WE DISCUSSED...

The appropriations are already in place.

As of now you've got unlimited credit

with the Department of Defense.

I APPRECIATE THAT, SENATOR.

Believe me, it was worth it.

I'll feel free to call

if there are any further complications.

OF COURSE, BUT TELL ME...

HOW LONG DO YOU INTEND TO COVER FOR HIM?

As long as I have to.

HE'S A CHILD KILLER.

Look, we've been through this before.

You don't have a son,

let alone one you can't give your name to.

So what he does is my problem, understand?

THESE JOURNALISTS WON'T BE THE LAST.

YOU CAN'T KEEP THIS QUIET FOREVER.

Yes I can. You see, the dead keep their secrets.

( Dial tone )

( Sirens wail )

OKAY, MAN. WHAT'D I DO?

SHUT UP AND GET YOUR ASS ON THE GROUND NOW!

WHAT'D I DO, MAN?

IF IT ISN'T OFFICER HECTOR FROM INTERNAL AFFAIRS.

YOU KNOW, WORD IS YOU TOLD THE CAPTAIN.

WE'RE SKIMMING OFF THE TOP.

LISTEN, IF YOU CAN'T KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT

WE'LL SHUT IT FOR YOU!

Hector: WHAT KIND OF SHIT IS... ( grunts )

OW! ( yelps )

WHY IS IT THAT PEOPLE WITH AUTHORITY

- ABUSE THEIR POWER? - ( groaning )

- ( Retching ) - WORD OF ADVICE, OFFICER:

RETIRE.

Clown: THAT'S IT, SPAWN. LET YOURSELF GO.

GET PISSED. DO SOME DAMAGE!

DON'T TAKE SHIT FROM NOBODY!

AND, OH YEAH... THE BIG BOY DOWNSTAIRS.

'CAUSE THIS IS THE WAY THE WORLD ENDS.

NOT WITH A BANG,

BUT WITH A LOT OF BLOOD AND TORN FLESH

AND BROKEN BONES!

AND I JUST LOVE IT. ( cackles )

Cogliostro: AND SO THE GAME HAS BEGUN AGAIN.

AFTER 400 YEARS,

A NEW WARRIOR TAKES CENTER STAGE,

PREPARING FOR THE GREAT BATTLE.

AND WITH HIM COMES PAIN, DEATH,

AND THE VILE STENCH OF BRIMSTONE.

( End music playing )