Episódio IV: Dominó
(Episode IV: Dominoes)

DIÁLOGOS (ORIGINAIS)

Cogliostro:
He waits as they all do... for a sign... a warning... something to set events in motion. Few warriors realize that the battle between Heaven and Hell is constant, on going, incident after incident. Part of an unnending chain: the Domino Principle, that's what scientists call it, one thing happens the triggers another and another... and in the end, all will be revealed, no matter how wonderful or hideous the result.
Castellano:
Mr. Twist, I-I-I just wanna say you can count on me, okay? Whatever it is you need, you got.
Tony Twist:
Right now, I need you to shut up and listen, this is important, okay? You listenin'?
Castellano:
Yeah, Mr. Twist!
Tony Twist:
You're on a flight to Rome in one hour, go straight to the man. You know who I'm talkin' about?
Castellano:
Yes, Mr. Twist.
Tony Twist:
You prostrate yourself before him, understand? You tell him in no uncertain terms that we are very, very sorry about what happened to Overtkill. We screwed up, we will pay for his repair. You got that?
Castellano:
Yes, Mr. Twist.
Tony Twist:
You're speakin' for me on this, Castellano. You beg his forgiveness. Get on your knees, kiss his ass, his balls, whatever he needs for this to be alright.
Castellano:
I understand.
Tony Twist:
We got our tits in a fuckin' ringer on this! We don't need trouble from Rome. Tell him we'll fix it all on our end, done deal. Okay?
Castellano:
Don't worry, Mr. Twist, I got is covered.
Tony Twist:
Get goin'!

Angela:
I can't believe this crap's been going on without me.
Boo:
Hey, sweetie, did I see you on a magazine? Got a boyfriend, beaver treat somebody to lick away your day? I can do that for you, baby. You want me to show ya?
Angela:
Yeah, show me.
Boo:
It's a "Big City Girl Day" in the neighbourhood. You a "Big City Girl", baby?
Angela:
Good huntin's where you find it.
Boo:
Hunting? Oh, we got ourselves some kinda sports babe.
Angela:
Sorry about this.
Boo:
Oh, don't apologize, baby, it's all our fault. But, it's gonna be fun... for us.
Angela:
I don't think so.

Women:
Look at this. What is she doing here? Angela...
Secretary:
Hey, you can't...
Angela:
I know she's in and she's gonna see me.
Secretary:
Hey!
Gabrielle:
How dare you burst into my office like this!
Angela:
Why wasn't I called about the Hellspawn?
Gabrielle:
What are you talking about?
Angela:
You've had me deliberately taken out of the loop!
Gabrielle:
Angela, really!
Angela:
Save it, Gabrielle! He's mine.
Gabrielle:
You're not the only hunter in the universe, Angela.
Angela:
I've taken out the last two Hellspawns and I want this one!
Gabrielle:
You realize, it's this kind of behavior that makes it difficult to trust you.
Angela:
If there's one thing I do well, it's hunt. A lot of people don't like that, including you, but that's not gonna stop me.
Gabrielle:
Go through the proper channels.
Angela:
Those channels lead to you. I'm here. I'm talking to you, Ambassador. What about the permit?
Gabrielle:
Denied.
Angela:
How long are you gonna have it in for me Gabby? A century? Two?
Gabrielle:
Follow appropriate protocol, and maybe I'll reconsider.
Angela:
Just try to keep me out of this, Gabby.
Gabrielle:
Goodbye, Angela.

Wanda Blake:
Hey, let the little guys have some.
Max Kivala:
Always pullin' for the underdog, eh, Wanda?
Wanda Blake:
You know me. So what've you got? You got it?
Max Kivala:
It took some arm twisting and greasing more palms than you'll find in a Times Square peep show, but yeah, I got it. I still got some friends on the Force, but this shit's like Ebola. Nobody wants nothin' to do with it. Not here. I don't mean to sound paranoid, but uh, what you got there is big.
Wanda Blake:
How big, Max?
Max Kivala:
Raw evidence from the last kid. Uncut, unedited. And a latent print off the littles girl's eyeball. Clear as Christmas.
Wanda Blake:
An actual print?
Max Kivala:
Thumb, from the left hand of your perp.
Wanda Blake:
Not Watson's?
Max Kivala:
No. This print belongs to your killer.
Wanda Blake:
I was right. Kyle Watson was set up to take the fall for those child murders. This proves it!
Max Kivala:
I think you wanna save the champagne and cheese-doodles. This sonovabitch was purposely misfiled, vaulted, and buried.
Wanda Blake:
Are we talking about a conspiracy inside the police?
Max Kivala:
I think maybe it goes beyond that, Wanda. Someone's covering this sick bastard's ass with Kevlar. Someone with a lot of muscle.
Wanda Blake:
Who?
Max Kivala:
Honestly, I don't wanna know, and neither should you. watch your back, Wanda.
Wanda Blake:
Thanks, Max. I owe you.
Max Kivala:
You'll get my consultation fee.
Wanda Blake:
Max, you're amazing.
Spawn:
Why are you following her? I'm talking to you, dirtbag! Not a healthy idea. I want answers. Now! Startin' with your boss's name!

Jason Wynn:
Go on, I'm listening.
Terry Fitzgerald:
I just wanted to find those code numbers...
Jason Wynn:
I'm not interested in code numbers, Terry. We lost a rather large number of weapons from that ordinance Annex a week ago.
Terry Fitzgerald:
Yes, I know, but what I'm getting at...
Jason Wynn:
I want a solid, concise analysis from your department telling me who could have done this! They had the sonovabitch cornered and somehow he got away, weapons and all. Impossible!
Terry Fitzgerald:
Incredible. I haven't seen a maneuver like that since... Al Simmons.
Jason Wynn:
I don't wanna have to explain this screw up to the President.
Terry Fitzgerald:
It may have been an inside job, str.
Jason Wynn:
What are you talking about?
Terry Fitzgerald:
Well, sir. I've been running some cataloguing reports on my own, and I caught some code discrepancies in our weapons storage files.
Jason Wynn:
Go on.
Terry Fitzgerald:
I did some checking, and crazy as it sounds, it looks like someone might be diverting weapons shipments to other delivery sites, then changing the info in the computer.
Jason Wynn:
Do you have any proof of this?
Terry Fitzgerald:
Do you have in my report.
Jason Wynn:
Who else have you talked to about this?
Terry Fitzgerald:
No one, sir. I wanted to come straight to you.
Jason Wynn:
Excellent. I'm glad you did. As of right now, Terry, your job is to track down every instance of these discrepancies in the weapon's shipment files. I'll need verification and documented evidence if I'm going to get into this with a full scale investigation.
Terry Fitzgerald:
Yes sir.
Jason Wynn:
Keep me informed.
Terry Fitzgerald:
I just wanna go on record and say, I hope I'm wrong. I hope this is just some horrible mix-up.
Jason Wynn:
I'll second that. Thank you, Terry. Goddamn boy scout. Last thing I need is him turning a few heads by talking to someone. Fortunatelly, Terry's a loyal puppet. Always work in the best interests of his employer. Let him find all the loose ends. We'll tie then up later. Right now, I need to find those weapons. Somehow keep us on our timetable. Recovered images from Overtkill's internal camera. Rome will want Tony's fat ass for this. Nothing like a home video of your own evisceration.
Overtkill:
I thought you were dead!
Spawn:
I am.
Overtkill:
You've got some balls coming here, hero!
Jason Wynn:
What the hell is that? And what's it doin' with my weapons?
Spawn:
Who's laughing now?

Clown:
The darkness is all around you, Spawn. We both know it. We both feel it. Oh, it's closin' in for ya, char-boy. You got Heaven on one side amd Hell on the other, and they're both gunnin' for your scorched ass. Oh, it's so nice bein' wanted...

Sam Burke:
Dickhead puts a gun in his mouth and blows his brain clear across the East River. Homicide, my ass. Anything?
Twitch Williams:
Some very twisted individuals in our nation's capital, sir. Why they're willing to express such intimate, often sexual thoughts over a cell-phone, I'll never know.
Sam Burke:
I'll tell you why, Twitch, people are friggin' morons! So, how much more?
Twitch Williams:
Mister Stevens had a very extensive library of pirated conversations. There's perhaps another 40h or 50h at least.
Sam Burke:
Oh, Christ, we ain't got that kinda time. Chief's all over this "alley death-spree" shit.
Twitch Williams:
At least there haven't been anymore killings, sir.
Sam Burke:
Yeah. What? That's suppose to make me feel better? It's the friggin' calm before the friggin' monsoon!
Twitch Williams:
Quite right, sir.
Sam Burke:
The buzz on the street has Overtkill in town, which should've meant a blood-bath somewhere, but nobody's seen him in a week and nobody sam him leave.
Twitch Williams:
He's hard to miss, sir.
Sam Burke:
Exactly, it's weird crap, this whole stinkin' business. I tell you, Twitch, I hate loose ends. Piss me off.
Anchorwoman:
And on the national front, outspoken republican senator Scott McMillan has unexpectedly thrown his hat into the Presidential Ring.
Senator Scott McMillan:
The american people want someone to step into the White House and put an end to over-inflated, under-achieving, tax-and-spent government.  Our nation needs someone on the front lines who isn't afraid to give the government the thorough housecleaning it's needed for a very long time. And I am that someone.
Sam Burke:
Twitch, you should see this guy. He's got'em eatin' out of his undles.
Twitch Williams:
Sir, did you look at this file?
Sam Burke:
Of course I did.
Twitch Williams:
This photographer's from Washington D.C., sir.
Sam Burke:
Don't tell me this jerk-off worked for the Post?
Twitch Williams:
No, sir. If you'll take a look at line twenty-six, under his ID and fingerprint report...
Sam Burke:
Well, shit on me and call me a sundae. Mister Humboldt here works for the U.S. government. Hmmm.
Twitch Williams:
A pool photographer for the House of Representatives.
Sam Burke:
Weirder and weirder. Guy falls out of a tree, breaks his arm in three places, then blows his brains out... for what?
Twitch Williams:
Actually, the report states that Humboldt's arm was broken by assailant or assailants unknown.
Sam Burke:
Yeah, yeah, whatever. Christ, why can't these assholes die in their own goddamn town?
Twitch Williams:
Very inconsiderate of them, sir.
Sam Burke:
Shut up, Twitch. Just find out if this jerk's connected to Stevens, or these reporters or both, and order me a Hoagie while you're at it.

Tony Twist:
What the fuck is this?
Jason Wynn:
No one can know I'm here.
Tony Twist:
You don't just bust in and fuck with me!
Jason Wynn:
Shut up, Tony. What do you know about the creature on that video you sent me?
Tony Twist:
Nothin's. Just that he's one lethal sonovabitch. Anyone who can whack Overtkill...
Jason Wynn:
I need it found, but I can't do it directly.
Tony Twist:
Hey, forget it. That bastard told me to stay outta his way, and believe you me, that's exactly what I'm gonna do!
Jason Wynn:
This isn't a request. You find him, then you contact me. And maybe I can help you deal with your italian situation.
Tony Twist:
What's this?
Jason Wynn:
A package from Rome. My people intercepted it from your people.
Tony Twist:
You havin' my guys followed?
Jason Wynn:
I keep tabs on all of my friends, be honored. Enjoy.
Tony Twist:
Christ!
Note:
"We're not happy about what happened to Overtkill."

Wanda Blake:
Your client's negligence killed two children in that fire and your own security cameras verify it! Kelly, the bad press alone is worth the million you're offering! Look, Kelly, I gotta go. Yes, right now... more money, that's what I want to close this case.
Max Kivala:
"More money", the lawyer's motto.
Wanda Blake:
I pulled the civil case on the Rhinehart Chemical fire two months ago. I'm trying to settle it.
Max Kivala:
Yeah, I remember that one. The two kids at the store room. What a way to go... Brutal.
Wanda Blake:
Yeah, well... the Ryan Hart's family is poor. They want us to take the first offer thrown on the table.
Max Kivala:
And something tells me you're not gonna buy it.
Wanda Blake:
Forget it! They had to use dental records to identify them.
Max Kivala:
You know, Wanda... money won't bring them dead kids back.
Wanda Blake:
Yeah, I know... So, did you get it?
Max Kivala:
Yeah, and let me tell ya, I have to call'em some serious favors. This government guys protect this hi-tech shit like it's their balls. But, before I give this to you, you gotta promisse me, you won't do somethin' stupid.
Wanda Blake:
I pay, you bring. That's always been our deal. But I appreciate the concern. So, what do we have here?
Max Kivala:
We got some heavyduty shit here, that's what. I'm worried about you, Wanda.
Wanda Blake:
That's sweet. But I'm a big girl amd I need that disk, please.
Max Kivala:
Here you go, but remember what I said. So, what's your plan?
Wanda Blake:
I'm gonna try to acess the government's data base and break into their system to find out who framed Watson.
Max Kivala:
Don't be crazy, you don't wanna go messin' with these guys!
Wanda Blake:
Someone with power is protecting a child-killer! I need to find out who.
Max Kivala:
You got Watson off. Why the hell do you wanna go on some holy crusade to find this guy?
Wanda Blake:
Beacuse money doesn't bring dead kids back.

Al Simmons:
We'll never be apart. Never.
Wanda Blake:
Oh, what a perfect day! You make me so happy. I love you so much, Al.
Terry Fitzgerald:
Al was never enough for a woman like you, Wanda. His death was the best thing that could've happened.
Wanda Blake:
You're probably right.
Al Simmons:
Wanda! Wanda! Waaanndaaaaa!
Gareb:
Wait! Wait! It's me, G-Gareb! Remember me Gareb? You don't want to kill me, right?
Spawn:
Gareb?
Gareb:
Yeah. Can I breath now? Another nightmare, huh? I-I-I get'em real bad s-sometimes. Remembering when my folks put me in the hospital. Said I was, you know, touched in the head.
Spawn:
I thought some down time would help give me a chance to sort things out. Seems like the more I think thw worse the nightmares get. And I can't shut it off.
Gareb:
Ya hungry? I got a good deal on a half-a-load bread. Only a week old. Still got some of the plastic wrap around it.
Spawn:
Go away, Gareb.
Gareb:
You know, you shouldn't sit down here alone all the time. It ain't healthy.
Spawn:
I'm not worried about my health, I've got to figure things out.
Gareb:
M-maybe you need to quit all this figuring a-and just do something. Of course, what do I know, right? I'm just a bum with a half a loaf of moldy bread and nobody to share it with except my buddies, Jack Daniels and Jim Beam.
Cogliostro:
you have a friend there, Spawn. Listem to him.
Spawn:
Beat it, old man. I'm in no mood.
Cogliostro:
Moments of wisdom, are few for the new warriors. They come from unexpected sources. But, always, warriors feel events churning around them, spiraling, closing in. Some sit and wait too long. Others listen to their instincts... and prepare.