Episódio II: Intenção Demoníaca
(Episode II: Evil Intent)

DIÁLOGOS (ORIGINAIS)

Girl:
Quit shoving, I was here first!
Girl:
Shut up!
Girl:
It's the ice cream guy! Come on, let's go! Let's go! Come on!
Boy:
Alright, you guys, come on! Come on! There he is!
Girl:
Wait, we're coming!
Children:
Alright! Do you have drumsticks? Okay, what about creamsicles?
Cogliostro:
Hell has many demons in training. This one is known as Billy Kincaid.

Cogliostro:
Images of love and hate torture them all at first. It is the way of things for each new warrior. There is no respire from the inner pain.
Gareb:
My God, not another one.
Spawn:
Another one? What do you mean?
Gareb:
Kids get dumped here, never had a chance. Horrible, isn't it?
Spawn:
She has a little girl now.
Gareb:
Who?
Spawn:
She wanted children. she went to doctors, but it was me all along.
Gareb:
Well, you know, not wanting to pry or nothin', but some of us were kinda curious, you know, wondering, just what the hell are you?
Spawn:
Someone who doesn't want to be bothered.
Gareb:
And that's what I told'em. I said "When he wants to talk, he'll talk," right?
Spawn:
Don't hold your breath.
Gareb:
Look, mister, figure you're hangin' round these alleys for a reason. Maybe you just want some company.
Spawn:
I got no where else to go, that's all.
Gareb:
Could be you need a friend.
Spawn:
All I need is Wanda, but I can't have her. Not like this.
Gareb:
Why not?
Spawn:
You ask stupid questions.
Gareb:
I've seen lots worse, used to work for a mortician.
Spawn:
That makes me feel better. Get outta here.
Gareb:
You know, folks around here don't look or smell so nice, but we're goo people. We share what we got, you're welcome to it.
Cogliostro:
With each Hellspawn there's always the question. "How long, if at all, can they hang on to their humanity?" Some last longer than others.

Bobby:
He looks like somethin' outta goddamn Steven King, for chrissake! Nobody invited him! This is our place! Need to kick his ugly ass outta here! What's he doin', Gareb? You talk to him, right?
Homeless Man:
This is our place.
Homeless Woman:
Damn right. He's a stinkin' freak!
Gareb:
He's got problems.
Bobby:
Yeah, did you see his face? Christ!
Gareb:
No, no, I'm serious. He's, he's, I don't know, troubled, you know? Really sorta screwed up.
Bobby:
Ain't we all? Thing is he's dangerous! I mean, we can't sleep with that thing down here. We don't know what he is, what he wants, nothin'! You ask me, don't need to borrow any more problems, life'shitty enough as it is!
Homeless Woman:
It's the truth! Get his ass the hell outta here.
Gareb:
Well, what are we? Perfect? Just kick him out, Bobby, is that it? He's sittin' down there by himself in the heart of Rat City, where's he supposed to go from there? Potter's Field?
Bobby:
The guy looks like a goddamn vampire!
Gareb:
Yeah, Bobby, what did you look like when you first crawled in here?
Bobby:
You want him to stay? Fine, you go right ahead, but if you wake up in a pool of blood with your head on backwards, don't come cryin' to me!
Gareb:
Hey, maybe we can scrape together some food for him.
Bobby:
He's not some goddamn pet you get to keep! Think about it, man! Gareb, you dumb sonovabitch. Yo! Look out! Get outta here!
Vince:
Alright, you alley pukes. Who's gonna win the prize and stay alive by tellin' me what I wanna know? You know who whacked Tony's boys, right?
Homeless Man:
Please, I don't...
Vince:
Bzzzt. Too late. Okay, who's our next happy contestant? The double Jeopardy answer is: "the person who took out three very dapper italian men shilst they were about the business of their esteemed employer." You look like a coupla smart turds with big eyes. Give me the question I'm lookin' for and win your lives. Oh, and just so you know, the loser gets parting gifts made outta teflon and I ain't talkin' cookware. I'll even help you out in case you don't watch game shows. Okay, it goes like this. Who is...
Spawn:
About to take your head off. Alright, gameboy, this is what you're gonna do, stay alive long enough to give your boss... what's his name?
Vince:
T... T... Tony
Spawn:
You're gonna tell Tony to keep his goons outta these alleys. As of now, they're out of bounds. You're gonna give him my message 'cause, guess what? As far as I know I'm already dead, which means, I'm waiting for your sorry ass in the afterlife.
Gareb:
What'd I tell ya, huh? He's somethin' ain' he?
Bobby:
Um... name is Bobby.
Spawn:
Al.
Gareb:
Everybody meet Al.
Cogliostro:
New warriors often find allies among those damned by society. For a while, it gives them a sense of security, but they couldn't be more wrong.

Tony Twist:
Hello? What? Is he still alive? Did he say who did it? Hey, I don't give a hell shit if he needs a doctor! Find out who whacked my men, or you're gonna need a priest! Yeah, yeah. It's Tony I'm callin' in my marker. Hey, don't gimme that shit, you owe me. Send him. Today! Right now! By the time I hang up this phone, he better be over the Atlantic.

Wanda Blake:
Damn'it!
Terry Fitzgerald:
Let me guess, the first day on the pro bono case?
Wanda Blake:
Is it that obvious?
Terry Fitzgerald:
It's the only time you get frazzled.
Wanda Blake:
I'm going over the case files today. The subject matter...
Terry Fitzgerald:
What is it?
Wanda Blake:
Kyle Watson, a child killer. Indicted on four counts, two of then little girls.
Terry Fitzgerald:
Ehhh, can't you pass on this one?
Wanda Blake:
And give the partner something to whine about? No. I can handle it.

Senator Scott McMillan:
Gonna have your asses up on so goddamn charges your great-grand-children'll be answering subpoenas. I am a US senator! Now, you don't break into my hotel room and snatch me off a woman, and you don't throw me in a riggin' helicopter like a piece of meat and fly me to New York in the middle of the friggin' night!
Jason Wynn:
Sorry for the inconvenience, senator. I trust we didn't interrupt anything deeply personal, but I thought this needed a face-to-face.
Senator Scott McMillan:
Jesus, Wynn, what the hell's this all about.
Jason Wynn:
It's about us, senator, our relationship. I hear you're going to take a pass on the presidential race.
Senator Scott McMillan:
How do you know that? I barely told my wife.
Jason Wynn:
I wanna put you in the White House, senator.
Senator Scott McMillan:
Yeah, right, and exactly how many skeletons do I have in my closet?
Jason Wynn:
Per our arrangement, I've been holding the key to that closet for some time. Gouging the eyes out of anyone who so much as looks in it's direction.
Senator Scott McMillan:
You're serious.
Jason Wynn:
Always.
Senator Scott McMillan:
Alright. Say I run, what do you get out of it?
Jason Wynn:
A friend in a very high place.
Senator Scott McMillan:
To be honest, I never wanted the Oval Office. I'm content fighting battles from the Senate floor. Maybe as speaker of the House...
Jason Wynn:
Sorry, not good enough.
Senator Scott McMillan:
In other words, you're not asking me. And if I refuse?
Jason Wynn:
I see a closet door swinging open. your own personal Pandora's Box.
Senator Scott McMillan:
You could do that, but then I'd have to call the President, let him know about a certain international tea-party you're throwing with DOD ordinance. The scandal would make Watergate and Iran-Contra seen like a mild fart on Capital Hill.
Jason Wynn:
Look, McMillan, you get something straight right now. This isn't just about you and me. Last time I checked, you had friends and family. I can make them suffer too. But more importantly, who's going to protect your little bastard son Billy from New York's finest? I hear the cons on Riker's despise child killers. Raped one last year with a bad saw. We're in bed together, senator. We have been for quite a while. So, relax, bend over, and enjoy it.

Sam Burke:
What the hell's it about this alley, Twitch?
Twitch Williams:
The atmosphere.
Sam Burke:
What do we know?
Twitch Williams:
More of Tony Twist's crew.
Sam Burke:
Right, troubleshooters. Guys sent in to settle scores.
Twitch Williams:
Precisely, sir.
Sam Burke:
Well, it looks like they got settled instead. No reporters this time...
Twitch Williams:
Perhaps he was "allowed" to leave.
Sam Burke:
Sendin'a message to Big Tony. Twist doesn't like gettin' spanked this hard. Christ, if we ain't careful, there's gonna be a friggin' war down here unless we can figure out what the hell's goin' on. What about those reporters?
Twitch Williams:
Nothing yet, sir. Rumor has it they were tracking someone high up, a major scandal, but that's all so far. But there is one unusual element.
Sam Burke:
What?
Twitch Williams:
The dead homeless man from the previous killings.
Sam Burke:
The mushroom.
Twitch Williams:
His name's Jeff Stevens, former technical head of SpecCom Cellular.
Sam Burke:
So, why's he turn up drivin' dumpsters on our beat???
Twitch Williams:
Seems he was listening in on some very high level conversations.
Sam Burke:
I gotta figure Stevens heard somethin' huge, hoped to trade off his indictment for what he was sittin' on and use the news boys as middlemen.
Twitch Williams:
Astute as always, sir.
Sam Burke:
Now, breakfast.
Twitch Williams:
I have a map of the local color, sir. Do you prefer grease or sugar?
Sam Burke:
Both, I'm feelin' tense.
Tony Twist:
Burke, that fat bastard. Yeah, he's gonna give a shit about this case. Yeah? When does he land? Good. Pick him up the second he touches down and bring him into my office. You want justice done right, you gotta buy it yourself.

Tony Twist:
I'll be honest, I... figured you for a rumor. You know, "ex-CIA killer turned ruthless mercenary... little more than a skeleton on a respirator for almost three years." I mean... please.
Overtkill:
The pain was cleansing.
Tony Twist:
How'd you come back from that?
Overtkill:
The rumors you've heard about me... they're all true.
Tony Twist:
But you got no conscience. No soul when it comes to killing.
Overtkill:
What I've got is a hungry bank account, and right now someone's paying me top dollar on your behalf. So, what seems to be the problem?
Tony Twist:
You, keep up with current events?
Overtkill:
Only where death is so concerned... your men have had a bad week.
Tony Twist:
Yeah, well, I want that piece a shit responsible. Bring me his bones in one bag and his organs in another, okay?
Overtkill:
Of course. But I'll be keeping the heart for myself.
Tony Twist:
For what?
Overtkill:
Dinner.

Clown:
Such sweet folks those homeless. They will take anybody in, includin' a freak like you, Spawn. Hey, maybe you'll meet a nice homeless woman and raise a bunch of homeless kids, wouldn't that be just keen?
Spawn:
What the hell do you want?
Clown:
Right to the point. I like that, I really do because it's not. "What the hell do I want?" It's what does Hell want to do with you. Care to know what that is? No? Okay, here it is, it is time to get real, got it? Hey, a deal's a deal and Malebolgia, my boss and yours, delivered on his end. You got to see your wife, dear sweet, tasty Wanda... Mmm, I gotta say, Spawny, baby's got back.
Spawn:
You're about two seconds from wearing that smile around your ass.
Clown:
Yeah, yeah. Kiss me first, alright?  Anyway, it's business now, big boy. You got the uniform and the attitude so let's get to it.
Spawn:
To what?
Clown:
You're a Hellspawn. The Earth is ready to burn, you're the guy with the match, and I'm here to make sure you do the job right.
Spawn:
Look, I don't have time for this. I've got my own problems.
Clown:
You don't just turn your back on your obligations. What, you think you're too good to be a Hellspawn? You should be down on your knees thanking Malebolgia for the privilege of being a ranking officer in Hell's army.
Spawn:
You should be down on your knees thanking me for not killing where you stand.
Clown:
Yeah, right. I don't think you know who you're dealin' with, but it's time you found out.
Spawn:
Listen, fatboy, I've had just about enough...
Clown:
Yeah, baby! Whoooo! Right there, oooohhh, that's how daddy likes it! Whoooo, it hurts so damn good...
Violator:
You'll feel some pain, but I know you can hear me.
Spawn:
Get outta my head!
Violator:
No. It's how us children of hell comunicate, through telepathy. So begins your training.
Spawn:
What are you?
Violator:
A creature far superior to humans. A true native of Hell. Something no Spawn will never be. Fool! You can't rely on weapons. That's not why he chose you. There's something in you the Malebolgia senses. Something evil. There are rules to follow. It's my task to make sure you do. Consider this a friendly reminder. Get with the fucking program! You Spawn, have never been worthy.
Clown:
I'll be back for ya, baby, and when I come, you better be ready to rock 'n' roll. This is the farewell bash for humanity and you, you're bringin'the party favors. Oh, and a word to the wise, layin' there all twisted up like that, it's no good for your back.

Cogliostro:
That was pathetic. But not all together unexpected. Your powers are finite, use them sparingly.
Spawn:
What am I into here?
Cogliostro:
What do you think?
Spawn:
I think it's insane. Am I dead or am I alive? What am I?
Cogliostro:
You're going to have to trust yourself for the answers.
Spawn:
If you know what the hell's going on, old man, I'd suggest you tell me straight.
Cogliostro:
There's a war on between Heaven and Hell and you are on the front lines.
Spawn:
What war?
Cogliostro:
The only war. Earth is the battlefield, human souls the prize. Just the way it's always been.
Spawn:
You're nutz, you know that?
Cogliostro:
Look, you have to pay attention to the world you're up. You might think you're doing good taking out the bad element but you just can't go around killing without a little more thought. There are repercussions you can't even imagine.
Spawn:
Stop tap dancing around the issue and spit it out!
Cogliostro:
I wish it were that easy. All I'm trying to say is, you've still got a choice.
Spawn:
What kind of choice?
Cogliostro:
If I told you, it wouldn't matter. Just find out, then make the right choice. But don't wait too long, the sands are always running against you.
Spawn:
How am I supposed to find out?
Cogliostro:
How indeed...