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Careful, hombre. That's salsa habanero.

Liquid fire.

I've had harder.

I bet you have.

Excuse me.

Can I ask you a question about your food?

Huh? You fool what you're eating.

I mean, a man like yourself could sample any taste in the entire world, but

choose not to eat it all.

But instead, you spend your time in this hellhole.

I know you.

I heard an incredible story the other day from a man I met on the street.

Just like you and me.

Imagine that, you and me.

You know him.

I'd love to sit here and chat with you all day, but I'm only trying to watch

game. He told of a tear in the fabric of the underworld.

A tear through which over a hundred damned souls made their way back to the

world of the living.

Not only one thing stands between each of them and whatever they desire.

What's that?

Another dead man set to roam the earth.

He was a policeman, they say.

Highly decorated.

With a beautiful wife.

Who left as a widow.

Now his task is to track down each of these escapees, one by one, and send

back.

Sounds like a real tough guy.

A worthy opponent, especially for one of the runners.

A legendary soldier named Hastrebo Scaris.

A slayer of men who killed hundreds of enemies during his lifetime.

What was it? Hastrebo what?

Hastrebo. Ooh, scary.

I have them all, Scott.

Never heard of them.

You notice how the blades are exactly as far apart as your eyes?

Coffee?

No, I don't waste my time with food and drink.

Look, let me ask you something.

If this, um, has your balloon, whatever, suppose you did catch this poor idiot

whose job it is to take him back.

Why not just take the sap out right away? Why sit there and piss him off by

breathing all over his dinner?

If I destroy the hunter, another will surely be sent to take his place.

On the other hand, If we were to join forces, my

brains and your looks, we could take what we want when we want it.

We could live life without worrying about the one thing all men fear.

What if I, um, let's say no.

Instead of a truce war?

Yeah, how about that?

Well, war is a surprising animal.

It preys on the fighters, but often the innocents suffer as well.

It bothers you.

Innocent suffering.

Yeah, it bothers me.

You know what bothers me more?

The smirk on your face.

Yeah, some punk looked at me like that when I was walking the beat.

I smashed him against a brick wall.

I was a cop.

When my wife was raised, I caught the guy who did it, and I killed him.

Two months later, I died.

I went to hell.

113 of the most vile creatures escaped.

They think they'll beat the devil. Nobody beats me.

How am I supposed to send them back?

The eyes, windows to the soul.

Destroy the eyes and the damned get a one -way ticket back home to hell.

But it's not hell you should be scared of.

It's losing your second chance at life on Earth. Time to give it down as doom.

Now that was a close call.

How does it feel to be in the eye of the storm?

Nerve -wracking?

Oh, look at the bright side, Mr. Stone. At least that soul of yours is still in

one piece.

Though how long it will stay that way is anyone's guess.

Thanks for your concern.

Let me be honest.

If... Astro Ball Scaris, right?

Scaris. Is powerful enough to send you flying back into my loving embrace, then

I have to admit, I picked the wrong man for this little gig.

Has anyone ever told you you're a pain in the ass?

Good.

Nice show of bravado, but you know what they say.

The one who makes the most noise is really afraid of his own shadow.

Hmm?

Detective.

You know, if that cut had been just one centimeter deeper into your eye, I don't

think it would have healed as quickly.

And then if Scorus had gotten the other eye, too, well, time to put your head

between your legs and kiss your soul goodbye.

This is the best I could do.

This is unfamiliar.

This blade is definitely pre -classical.

Hittite or Philistine.

But Hasdrubal, that's a Carthaginian name, dating from later, the period of

Punic Wars.

For someone who barely survived high school history.

Around 200 BC.

You see, there were actually three separate wars fought between Rome and

Carthage. What can you tell me about these Carthaginians?

Well, they were Rome's archenemy.

bloodthirsty mercenaries from all over North Africa and Europe.

Their ranks even included Celtic guerrillas who could blend seamlessly

terrain. They were famous for taking no prisoners and delighted in the slaughter

of innocent bystanders. They even had Libyan elephant archers who drove their

enemies' horses insane with their pachyderm smell.

Well, then I want to know.

So you say they can blend into the landscape.

Well... Not anymore.

There are no more Carthaginians. The Romans wiped their civilization off the

face of the earth more than 2 ,000 years ago.

I would explain why I've only met one.

Is that you, Detective Stone?

Father Horn.

What the hell are you doing here?

Am I mistaken?

Or was that a gun you were pointing at my face?

How'd you find me?

A young detective named Kane from the 11th Precinct.

Perhaps you remember him.

He remembers you.

You know, that elevator's broken.

I had to take the stairs.

It's quite a walk.

Mind if I sit down?

You walk all the way from New York?

I considered it.

But my archdiocese has a good deal with Greyhound.

Look, Father, I'm sorry I almost shot you.

But I'd feel a lot better if you'd just get out of here.

First you tried to kill me.

Now you're trying to protect me. You've just got to leave.

On one condition.

You'll come to my new parish sometime.

Just to talk.

Shoot the breeze.

You can't miss it.

One of the only churches next to the airport.

Right.

All right, I'll call you.

Hey. It's Claudio.

Back to Samoa.

Yeah?

When?

This morning. Yesterday was his last day.

Listen, last night I told Claudio not to let anyone up to my room.

Right?

Anyone. Yeah, but not even a blind priest?

I'll put it to you this way.

Not even God.

Who are you ducking?

IRS, INS, DEA, CIA, FBI, ATF.

You want to know the truth?

Yeah.

Actually, he's an ancient Carthaginian warrior.

We interrupt our regular programming to bring you this special news report. In a

terrible twist of irony, the victim herself was a policeman's widow.

The grisly message scrawled beside her body in her own blood.

They vicked us.

An ancient Latin phrase which translates as, woe to the vanquished. The brutal,

apparently motiveless slaying of a...

I

understand it.

What are you staring at, detective? Been that long?

Longer. Just may have you beaten that department.

Mind if I join you?

Please do.

Don't you ever eat?

Not when I'm alone.

Let me guess, you're not here to see me.

You have some questions about a case, right?

Could be.

Cop's widow, huh?

Right.

How'd you figure that?

Oh, I see you. I start reaching for the weird file.

So, what can you tell me about it?

Why am I talking to you again?

So you can eat again.

Well, it was pretty grisly. She was killed with something called a quarrel.

a crossbow arrow.

What can you tell me about her?

27, former beauty queen. She married her high school sweetheart who had four

years of service before he was gunned down. So, um, what are we ordering?

Chicken salad, no mayo.

What else can you tell me about her?

Ah, her husband.

He didn't die alone.

What do you mean?

He was one of four officers killed in a bank robbery turned firefight in Mar

Vista. Worst one -day casualty count of the department's recent memory.

Rough.

You know, they formed a group, the widows of that day.

Did it on their own, wouldn't take any union funding or anything.

They call themselves Blue Survivors.

You know, you ought to try the fries.

I hear they're really good here.

Hey!

The innocent suffer as well.

I'm as close to you as death is to the best.

But I'm not here to kiss you still.

I'm here to ask you one last time.

Put your hand in mine.

We'll strive this earth together.

How would you say kicking ass and taking names?

Mrs. Gelson could be the last blue survivor we claim as a victim.

On the other hand, if the casualty list mentions, well,

there's one policeman's widow I'm sure you don't want me to find.

But how could you warn your wife I was coming without leading me straight to

doorstep?

A typical dilemma worthy of a great general's attention.

Personally, I don't care much for generals.

I followed one across the Mediterranean, up the Alps, and all over the Italian

peninsula, only to be deserted by him in the end.

No more ransom to Satan.

No more being the devil's lackey.

One last chance.

Oh, look.

More lambs for the slaughter.

Freeze!

The

suspect,

reported to be over six feet tall, well built, with sandy hair, was

identified... I don't understand.

Why can't you find this guy?

He used a copy of last night's news, and there's a suspect caught on home video.

He just killed Randall Gelson's widow and then entered a patrol room while

making his escape.

What's that?

Well, his name's Stone.

You know him?

Claimed he was a New York cop.

You didn't check him out?

He seemed legit to me. What can I say?

Really?

You didn't jump his bones, did you?

Oh, now, counselor, don't take your sexual frustrations out on me. Let's try

keep this professional, shall we?

Okay. Let me rephrase the question.

Do you have any personal conflict of interest that disqualifies you from this

case? No, not at all.

All right. Thank you.

I'm going to nail him.

Gina Breaker?

That's me. What can I help you with?

I need to talk to you about Susan Kelson.

What?

I just can't believe it.

She was like a favorite aunt or uncle.

After it happened, she spent all of her time down at the police station,

bringing in homemade lunches, baking cakes, doing whatever she could for

boys down at the division.

It was like she was taking care of them, making sure that they made it through

our husband's death okay.

It was her idea to start the group.

Him.

She didn't believe in shrinks.

Neither do I.

Yeah, so now you're telling me that some psycho is running around town killing

members of the group. Why?

It doesn't matter why.

Do you have a relative you can go stay with?

Someone who lives out of town.

Detective Stone, right?

Yeah.

See, my husband never made detective.

Street smart.

Partied a little too much.

cared a little too much.

But he was a good man.

This whole thing was his idea.

My husband is gone, detective.

But having this shot makes me feel like I've got a little bit of him around me.

I am not running from anyone.

Zaya's flowers. How can I help you?

Uh -huh. The suspect is IDing himself as Detective Stone.

He is armed.

Right. And extremely dangerous.

Yes, okay.

I understand.

I understand, yes. If anything comes up, I will, um, I'll be sure to give you...

You have to trust

me.

You have to come with me if you want to live.

What is going on? Why is this happening?

It's personal.

It's my fault. They must have followed me to your store.

Look, if they're following you, you need to drop me off at the nearest police

station. I'd still have friends if I wasn't in the precinct.

He could take out an army of cops.

We've got to hide you someplace he doesn't know.

It's a place safe.

How do you know it's not following us right now?

I don't.

Hold on. Hold on.

Son of God shall send his angels.

Father Holland shall get the door.

Ezekiel? I've got a friend.

I need your help.

It's a freaking war zone out there.

The guy takes out two innocent people.

The innocent must pay the price.

Tell me about it.

I've been to Nam.

Women, children, civilians.

Then you know.

When you walk into a village whose men you've just defeated on the battlefield,

and not a soul can stop you from slaughtering the old, selling the young

profit, or taking the women for pleasure.

It's the only thing that makes life worth living.

Not very good.

Who's that for?

I thought these were for the dead.

So who else is there?

What?

The blue survivors.

Wait a minute.

Maddie. Oh, my God. Madeline Fuller. She's young. She's like 19 or 20.

Her fiancé was killed with Randall at Mar Vista.

Just a couple days before the wedding. I mean, she... Oh, I have a picture.

I don't know. Yeah.

Susan Gilson had a cookout last Fourth of July. That's where I met her.

The police will have her cut through by now.

We should wait here.

But you have to help her.

I said we're safe here.

He is doing this because of you.

And you said you could stop him.

I'm not sure I can.

What? Good night, man.

Take it easy, girl.

to come with us why right away let's play your own protection this right now

watch your head

Maddie, we need you to keep the curtains closed, okay?

Sorry, I forgot.

You know why you're here, don't you?

Yeah. One of the other officers turned on the television.

I saw what happened to Mrs. Gelson.

Don't be afraid. We're here to make sure nothing happens to you, okay?

Are you hungry? We'll get you something.

Fifty -three -seven.

Coffee and donuts?

Oh, excellent.

Sorry.

Cooper, check in.

Cooper?

Just sit tight. I'm going to check this out, okay?

I'm gonna have you step over here, please, just for a minute.

What? Just for a minute, please.

I can see your shadow.

Come on out here.

You're the guy.

Stay away from me.

I'm here to protect you. Gina Breaker sent me.

What are you talking about?

The compliment you kidnapped her. Where is she?

I was supposed to believe you.

She, uh...

Look, she told me about the 4th of July cookout, right? Where you and your

fiancé went into the bathroom to fool around, and you got into a fight about

where you're going to have your honeymoon.

How do you know that?

Come on, I just got to trust me.

I'm going to protect you. You have to trust me.

Step away from her, Stone.

You gonna shoot me, Ash?

Where's Tina Breaker?

She's safe.

Prove it.

Let her go.

You got it wrong.

I'm trying to protect her.

You call this protecting her?

Doesn't look so good from here.

I don't care how it looks.

I'm not the guy you're going after, Ash.

You know what the worst of it is, Stone, huh?

I trusted you.

Gave you information.

So, all this is my fault.

Get down! Get down!

She

just

doesn't understand me.

I can't see the candles, Ezekiel, but I can feel the flame.

You're creating a fire hazard.

Just testing out a theory.

It's weird.

Twice he could have done it.

He could have sent me back to hell, but he didn't.

Maybe he just thinks eventually I'll come around to his point of view.

Actually, I think he's just lonely.

He'll find us, though.

And when he does, it's going to be ugly.

You blame yourself for all this, Ezekiel?

Well, those people who died the last few days, they were killed because I wasn't

able to stop him.

What if in the end I can't save these two either?

I'd be just as dead as if I killed them myself.

Hi, Mom.

It's me, Maddie.

Look, um... I know you gotta be worried, Anna.

I don't know what the police have told you, but... Mom, I just wanted you to

know that everything's okay.

church!

Rest easy, mother.

You'll see a little girl soon.

It's okay. I wasn't asleep.

She's scared.

She should be.

My husband used to get that same look.

Not before a big bust.

An important stakeout.

We knew something bad was going to happen.

You're scared just like him.

You miss him?

Every day.

Let me ask you something.

If you were to wake up one morning and answer the knock on the door,

and it was him,

It would never happen.

It never did.

I would love him the same as always.

No questions?

No questions.

Where is he? He took Maddie. He came out of nowhere. I don't know. He went

through the door.

No, don't leave us.

Don't leave us.

soldier wouldn't care.

That's why I will defeat you.

You are weak.

I strolled this earth before you, and I'll be here after you go.

You have skills, Stone.

Follow me.

Learn some of my tricks.

If you still want to serve the same master after that,

I'll crush you then.

You fight your general's war, but you will never see the personal victory he

promised you.

He is the prince of lies, and he will trick you in the end, just like every

other prince.

And you will have nothing, and he will steal all your souls.

Break free as I have.

Join me.

You son of a...