Original subtitles

DO YOU BELIEVE THAT KILLERS SHOULD BE KILLED?

AND IF WE KILL THEM,

DO WE ADD TO OR REDUCE THE EVIL IN THIS WORLD?

I'M TODD McFARLANE, CREATOR OF "SPAWN."

CAN YOU ANSWER THE QUESTION I'VE JUST ASKED?

SPAWN HAS TO.

AS YOU'LL SEE, IT'S TIME FOR A SHOWDOWN,

AND SPAWN STILL HAS SOME BIG CHOICES TO MAKE.

IF HE DECIDES RIGHT,

THE BATTLE GOES TO THE GOOD GUYS...

MAYBE.

IF HE DECIDES WRONG...

WELL, YOU KNOW THE ANSWER TO THAT, DON'T YOU?

YOU WILL.

( Siren wailing )

- Man: WHO IS THIS FREAK? - WITNESSES FIGURE HIM.

FOR SOME KIND OF WHACKED-OUT STREET PREACHER.

BUT I NEVER SAID I WAS GONNA KILL ANYBODY.

THIS SO-CALLED PREACHER

JUST MIGHT BE OUR CHILD-KILLER.

Officer: Hold your fire.

- HE'S ARMED! HOLY SHIT! - Woman: OH MY GOD!

Burke: EVERYBODY DOWN!

WYNN, WE'VE GOT A PROBLEM.

I'M LISTENING.

THE KYLE WATSON SITUATION GOT OUT OF CONTROL.

That lawyer, Wanda Blake?

IT MUST BE HER.

Stay calm, run for President.

I'll TAKE CARE OF THE REST.

Wynn: I need a pick up and delivery... a child.

Man: HELLO, LITTLE GIRL.

DO YOU LIKE TUTTI-FRUTTI?

Woman on radio: A report of a child kidnapping;

female, approximately four years old;

answers to the name Cyan.

CYAN?

CYAN!

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

( Sirens wailing in distance )

Man: YO, MAN, IS IT REAL?

OF COURSE IT'S GRADE "A".

I GOT A REPUTATION TO KEEP.

NOW DO YOU WANT THE SHIT OR NOT?

WE'LL HAVE TO CHECK WITH THE MAN FIRST.

LISTEN, DUMBSHIT, IF YOU CAN'T MAKE A DECISION YOURSELF

DON'T WORRY ABOUT COMING BACK.

EAT ME, BALDY.

( Gasps )

( Screaming )

YOU KNOW "THE MOUTH"?

GOD DAMN IT, THIS HURTS!

- YEAH, THAT'S ME. - A LITTLE GIRL WAS KIDNAPPED YESTERDAY,

CYAN FITZGERALD. WHO TOOK HER?

OKAY, MOUTH. SPEAK.

- WHO TOOK HER? - OKAY OKAY!

TWIST! TONY FUCKIN' TWIST!

( Screaming )

( Grunting )

( Screams )

( Body thuds )

CHRIST, WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?

WE'RE GONE MAYBE FIVE MINUTES.

DEKE, VINNY!

HOLY SHIT.

JESUS FUCKIN' CHRIST!

SON OF A BITCH HAS THE GIRL.

HEY!

SHIT-FACE.

( Screams )

HE HAD A DIRTY MOUTH.

AND SO DO YOU.

- ( Gun blasting ) - ( man grunts )

( Thuds, clatters )

COME ON, HONEY. IT'S TIME TO DANCE.

GET ME TONY. NOW!

( Horn honks )

IS THAT RIGHT?

YOU TELL THE HONORABLE SENATOR FROM BUMFUCK

I WANNA BE ABLE TO COUNT ON HIS ENDORSEMENT

OR HE CAN COUNT ON HIS DRUG ADDICTION.

MAKING THE FRONT PAGE.

OF EVERY MAJOR PAPER IN THE COUNTRY.

Y'ALL TAKE CARE NOW, YOU HEAR?

WHERE THE HELL ARE WE? I SAID THE WALDORF, NOT THE WATERFRONT.

- ( Power window sliding ) - HEY!

WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?

HEY! HEY, GOD DAMN IT!

( Rotor blades beating )

FOR GOD'S SAKE, WHAT NOW?

SOMETHING IS AMISS, SENATOR.

SOMETHING IS NOT RIGHT WITH THE WORLD.

DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT THAT SOMETHING MIGHT BE?

MY HEART CAN'T TAKE MUCH MORE

OF THIS CLOAK-AND DAGGER BULLSHIT.

SOMEONE HAS SENT YOUR PRODIGAL SON

ON A DECIDEDLY UNTIMELY RAMPAGE.

MY SON?

LITTLE BASTARD BILLY. HE'S FUCKING UP MY PLANS.

WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?

DID YOU SEND BILLY AFTER WANDA BLAKE'S CHILD?

NO.

ABSOLUTELY NOT.

- ALL RIGHT. - WHAT HAPPENED?

HOW'D HE GET THE LITTLE GIRL?

IF IT WASN'T ME, THEN WHO...

- ( rotors spinning up ) - ( car engine starts )

Wynn: THERE ARE FORCES AT WORK HERE, CHAPEL...

SHADOW PLAYERS WHO HAVE DECIDED TO REMAIN NAMELESS

FOR THE TIME BEING.

SOMEONE'S PLAYING YOUR GAME.

WE'LL SEE.

I'll GET YOUR LOST WEAPONS.

AND HUNT DOWN THIS SOLDIER KILLER.

JUST REMEMBER THE CLOCK'S TICKING.

DON'T WORRY. THIS WON'T TAKE LONG.

LOOK, LET'S RUN IT DOWN AGAIN.

Terry: WE'VE BEEN THROUGH THIS ALREADY.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO FIND OUT WHO TOOK CYAN?

HUMOR ME PLEASE, MR. FITZGERALD.

I NEED TO MAKE SURE NOTHING'S MISSED.

NOW WHAT ABOUT GAMBLING DEBTS?

NONE.

AFFAIRS, A JEALOUS LOVER,

SOMEBODY YOU SCREWED OVER ON A BUSINESS DEAL?

NO NO NO!

EASY, EASY!

WE'RE JUST TRYING TO GET AT THE TRUTH.

WHAT ABOUT YOUR JOBS?

YOU WORK FOR THE GOVERNMENT

AND YOUR WIFE IS AN ATTORNEY.

OKAY, WHAT ABOUT THAT?

OH, GOD.

THE WATSON CASE.

MY CASE. THEY TOOK HER.

THEY KILLED MAX AND THEY TOOK HER.

OH, GOD, MY BABY. IT'S ALL MY FAULT.

IF ANYTHING HAPPENS... OH, GOD.

FIND CYAN, DETECTIVE.

FIND OUT WHO TOOK OUR LITTLE GIRL.

Tony: GET THE PLANE READY.

I GOTTA GET THE FUCK OUTTA TOWN.

THE BOYS ARE ON THEIR WAY AND NOW WYNN WILL BE ON MY ASS

'CAUSE YOU LOST THE KID!

SHUT UP, GOD DAMN IT!

GET IT DONE!

Spawn: I WARNED YOU, YOU FAT PIECE OF SHIT.

( Screaming )

( Glass shattering )

( Groaning )

I CAN EXPLAIN!

WHERE'S THE LITTLE GIRL?

I'M TRYING TO TELL YOU!

WHERE IS SHE?

SOMEBODY TOOK HER FROM US!

ADDRESS?

I DON'T KNOW!

SOME FREAK IN AN ICE CREAM TRUCK!

SOMEBODY MUST'VE TIPPED HIM OFF!

PLEASE DON'T HURT ME. I'M TELLING YOU THE TRUTH!

I SWEAR ON MY BROTHER'S LIFE!

McMillan's voice: I swear I didn't know,

not at first anyway.

He's my flesh and blood. He's done bad things.

Who hasn't? God forgive me. I had to protect him.

It required some serious arm-twisting...

I HATE THESE FRIGGIN' REPORTS.

YOU OUGHTA BE DOING THIS SHIT, TWITCH.

YOU KNOW I HATE TYPING UP THESE 5-5's!

It's not like I had a choice.

I made a few calls, got a handle on things...

AW, SHIT.

GOD DAMN IT.

IT'S NOT THAT BIG A DEAL.

SIR, I'VE GOT IT...

THE ALLEY MURDERS,

STEVENS, THE WHOLE BALL OF WAX.

DON'T KEEP ME IN SUSPENSE. SPIT IT OUT!

EXTORTION. STEVENS RECORDED A CELLULAR PHONE CALL

BETWEEN AN UNKNOWN INDIVIDUAL

- AND SENATOR SCOTT McMILLAN. - McMILLAN?

YES, SIR. McMILLAN, AS IT TURNS OUT,

HAS AN ILLEGITIMATE SON

WHO HAPPENS TO ENJOY DISMEMBERING LITTLE CHILDREN.

OH, MAN. McMILLAN'S BEEN PULLING STRINGS,

COVERING FOR THE SICK BASTARD.

WAY AHEAD OF ME AS ALWAYS, SIR.

STEVENS PLANNED TO SELL HIS STORY

TO "THE WASHINGTON POST."

AN ATTEMPT TO BLACKMAIL McMILLAN OBVIOUSLY FAILED,

PUTTING STEVENS' LIFE IN DANGER.

SO STEVENS GOES UNDERGROUND LONG ENOUGH

TO MAKE A KILLING ON THE MEDIA MERRY-GO-ROUND.

McMILLAN TRACKS HIM DOWN,

GETS SOME WISEGUYS TO PUNCH HIS TICKET.

ALONG WITH THE REPORTERS.

IN NUTSHELL, SIR.

SO OUR PREACHER WASN'T A CHILD KILLER AFTER ALL.

NO, SIR, HE WASN'T.

SO YOU WERE RIGHT. SO WHAT?

YOU GOT A NAME ON THIS PUSS BAG?

YES, SIR.

HIS NAME IS BILLY KINCAID.

GREAT WORK, TWITCH.

THANK YOU, SIR.

YOUR PRAISE MAKES IT ALL WORTHWHILE.

YEAH, WHATEVER.

NOW IT'S TIME TO GET BUSY WITH WHAT I'M GOOD AT.

I WANT EVERY OFFICER BROUGHT UP TO SPEED ON THIS THING PRONTO,

'CAUSE THIS GUY'S ASS IS GONNA BE MINE,

DEAD OR ALIVE. YOU GOT ME?

( Girl whimpering )

( Soft music playing )

TIME TO HAVE THAT ICE CREAM.

Billy: MMM...

SUCH A PRETTY ONE.

DO YOU LIKE THE MUSIC?

I LIKE THE MUSIC VERY MUCH.

WOULD YOU LIKE TO DANCE?

JUST YOU AND ME?

BUT, FIRST...

( sings ice cream song )

CHOCOLATE PECANS, STRAWBERRY WHIRLS.

VERY GOOD.

MOVE AWAY FROM THE CHILD...

NOW.

( Cyan sobbing )

( Sirens approaching )

DO THIS THING RIGHT, NO ONE GETS HURT, GOT THAT?

GOD BE WITH YOU, GENTLEMEN, AND KICK ASS. OUT.

( Screaming )

YOU'RE ON FIRE.

SON OF A BITCH!

Burke:: COME ON, DAMN IT. LET'S MOVE!

Burke on police radio: All units, suspect is headed south...

VEHICLE IS A WHITE PANEL TRUCK,

ICE CREAM DESIGN ON BOTH SIDES.

SUSPECT CONSIDERED ARMED AND EXTREMELY DANGEROUS.

I WANT THIS FUCKIN' PSYCHO STOPPED.

Officer: THEY THINK THEY GOT THE GUY.

I'M RIDING WITH YOU.

Officer: COME ON, PEOPLE. LET'S ROLL.

WHAT'S GOING ON? SOMETHING ABOUT MY DAUGHTER?

MAYBE. WE GOT UNITS IN PURSUIT OF A POTENTIAL SUSPECT.

- OH, MY GOD. - WHAT ABOUT CYAN?

- WE DON'T KNOW YET. - WE'RE GOING WITH YOU.

( laughing ) SO HE GRABS THE GIRL...

I CAN'T TAKE THIS.

HE GRABS HER AND THEN...

AND THE HOUSE BLOWS UP!

( laughs hysterically )

( Honking )

- WHOA! - WHOA!

( Truck horn blaring )

( laughing )

( Whimpering )

TWITCH, WHO'S THAT JERKOFF ON TOP OF THE TRUCK?

- ACCOMPLICE? - NO IDEA, SIR.

IF HE'S IN THE WAY, HE'S HISTORY. AM I CLEAR?

CRYSTAL CLEAR, SIR.

( Cackling )

IT'S NOT EVEN HIS KID.

COME HERE, YOU FAT BASTARD!

( Screaming )

( Sirens approaching )

THIS IS BULLSHIT!

I WANT A BLOCKADE ALL THE WAY AROUND THIS PISSHOLE!

NOBODY IN OR OUT!

FOR CHRIST'S SAKE, LET'S GET IT RIGHT THIS TIME!

( Cyan whimpering )

LET HER GO.

Narrator: FOR SOME WARRIORS,

THE ANSWER IS CRYSTALLIZED IN AN INSTANT.

THEIR INSTINCTS POINT THEM ONLY ONE WAY.

THE TRUTH BECOMES UNDENIABLE.

AND APOCALYPTIC.

( laughing )

CYAN!

Clown: THIS IS ALL COMING TOGETHER SO NICELY.

REMEMBER:

THERE'S NO ROOM FOR PUSSIES IN SATAN'S ARMY.

YOU DON'T BELONG HERE.

( Screaming )

( Gagging )

HELP, DADDY!

KILL HIM.

KILL HIM!

Clown: KILL HIM.

KILL HIM!

KILL HIM. KILL HIM.

KILL HIM!

KILL HIM. KILL HIM!

NO-OOO!

( Groans )

Clown: WHAT THE FUCK?

HEY, YOU ASSHOLES,

THAT WASN'T IN THE GODDAMN SCRIPT!

I DON'T THINK YOU REALIZE WHAT'S AT STAKE HERE.

GET WITH THE FUCKIN' PROGRAM.

GET UP, YOU WORTHLESS SACK OF SHIT.

I WANT MY ICE CREAM.

SORRY, ASSHOLE.

WE'RE ALL OUT OF ICE CREAM.

GOOD HELP IS SO GODDAMN HARD TO FIND.

YOU MADE A FUCKING DEAL.

THE BOSS WON'T BE HAPPY WHEN HE HEARS ABOUT THIS.

YOU REALLY FUCKED YOURSELF THIS TIME.

THIS AIN'T OVER, SPAWN.

YOU MADE A FUCKING DEAL.

HELLO.

I WANT MY MOMMY.

YOU...

YOU GO TO YOUR MOMMY NOW.

SHE'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU.

YOU'RE GONNA BE ALL RIGHT NOW.

THANK YOU.

Woman: OH MY GOD, LOOK.

THERE'S THE LITTLE GIRL.

Burke: HOLD YOUR FIRE. IT'S THE KID!

YOU ALL RIGHT, HONEY?

I WANT MY MOMMY.

CYAN!

MOMMY!

THANK YOU!

THANK YOU, GOD!

THANK YOU.

DADDY.

HONEY, WHERE'D YOU GET THIS?

Cyan: HE GAVE IT TO ME, MOMMY. HE DID.

Wanda: WHO, SWEETHEART?

THE SAD MAN.

Spawn: WANDA.

AL.

Cogliostro: FOR ALL HELLSPAWNS,

A TIME COMES WHEN THE STAGE IS SET,

ALL SIDES HAVE BEEN CHOSEN,

THE WORLD AND ITS RULES HAVE BEEN DEFINED.

AND THE REAL WAR IN ALL ITS APOCALYPTIC HORROR.

IS FINALLY READY TO BEGIN.

( Theme music playing )