Episódio VI: Jogo Final
(Episode VI: Endgame)

DIÁLOGOS (ORIGINAIS)

Drug Dealer:
Yo man, is it real?
Mel:
Of course it's Grade-A! I gotta reputation to keep. Now, do you want the shit or not?
Drug Dealer:
Uh, we'll have to check with the man first.
Mel:
Listen, dumbshit, if you can't make a decision yourself, don't worry about comin' back.
Drug Dealer:
Yeah, eat me, Baldy!
Spawn:
You, "Mel the Mouth"?
Mel:
Goddamnit, this hurts! Yeah... that's me...
Spawn:
A little girl was kidnapped yesterday. Cyan Fitzgerald. Who took her? Okay, Mouth, speak. Who took her?
Mel:
Okay! Okay! Twist... Tony fuckin' Twist! Oh, fuck!

Thug #1:
Christ! What the hell happened? We're gone maybe five minutes. Deke? Vinnie? Holy shit! Jesus fucking Christ! Sonovabitch has the girl!
Thug #2:
Hey, shitface.
Billy Kincaid:
He had a dirty mouth... and so do you. Come on, honey, it's time to dance.
Thug #1:
Get me Tony. Now!

Senator Scott McMillan:
Is that right? Well, you tell the honorable senator from Bumfuck I wanna be able to count on his endorsement or he count on his drug addiction makin' the front page of every major paper in the country. Ya'll take care now, ya hear? Where the hell are we? I said the Waldorf not the waterfront. Hey! What the hell is this? Hey! Hey, goddamnit! For godsake, what now?
Jason Wynn:
Something is amiss, senator. Something is not right with the world. Do you have any idea what that something might be?
Senator Scott McMillan:
Wynn, I swear, my heart can't take much more of this cloak and dagger bullshit.
Jason Wynn:
Someone has sent your prodigal son on a decidely untimely rampage.
Senator Scott McMillan:
My son?
Jason Wynn:
Little bastard Billy. He's fucking up my plans.
Senator Scott McMillan:
What are you saying?
Jason Wynn:
Did you send Billy after Wanda Blake's child?
Senator Scott McMillan:
No. Absolutely not.
Jason Wynn:
Alright.
Senator Scott McMillan:
What happened? How'd get the little girl? If it wasn't me, then who did...
Jason Wynn:
There are forces at work here, Chapel. Shadow players who've decided to remain nameless... for the time being.
Jess Chapel:
Someone's playing your game.
Jason Wynn:
We'll see.
Jess Chapel:
I'll get your lost weapons and hurt down this soldier-killer.
Jason Wynn:
Just remember the clock's ticking.
Jess Chapel:
Don't worry. This won't take long.

Decker:
Look, let's run it down again.
Terry Fitzgerald:
We've been through this already. What are you doing to find out who took Cyan?
Decker:
Humor me, please, Mr. Fitzgerald. I need to make sure nothin's missed. Now, what about gambling debts?
Terry Fitzgerald:
None.
Decker:
Affairs, a jealous lover, somebody you screwed over on a business deal? Friends, ex-partners?
Terry Fitzgerald:
No-no-no!
Decker:
Easy, easy. We're just tryin' to get at the truth. What about your jobs? You work for the government, and your wife is an attorney. Okay, what about that?
Wanda Blake:
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...
Terry Fitzgerald:
Find Cyan, detective. Find out who took our little girl.

Tony Twist:
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, goddamnit! Get it done!
Spawn:
I warned you, you fat piece of shit!
Tony Twist:
Let me explain!
Spawn:
Where's the little girl?
Tony Twist:
I'm trying to tell you.
Spawn:
Where is she?
Tony Twist:
Somebody took her from us...
Spawn:
Adress?
Tony Twist:
I don't know. Some freak in an ice cream truck. Somebody must have tipped him off! Please! Don't hurt me! I'm telling you the truth! I swear on my mother's eyes!

Senator Scott McMillan:
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 twistinng...
Sam Burke:
I hate those friggin' reports. You oughta be doing this shit, Twitch! You know I hate typing up these five-fives.
Senator Scott McMillan:
I had to say yes. If you can't beat'em, join'em. It's not like I had a choice. Made a few calls, got a handle on things.
Sam Burke:
Ah, shit! Goddamnit! It's not that big a deal.
Twitch Williams:
Sir, I've got it! The alley murders, Stevens, the whole ball of wax.
Sam Burke:
Well, don't keep me in suspense. Spit it out!
Twitch Williams:
Extorsion. Stevens recorded a cellular phone call between an unknown individual and senator Scott McMillan.
Sam Burke:
McMillan?
Twitch Williams:
Yes, sir. McMillan, as it turns out, has an illegitimate son who happens to enjoy dismembering little children.
Sam Burke:
Oh, man-oh, man! McMillan's been pullin' strings coverin' for the sick bastard!
Twitch Williams:
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 Steven's life in danger.
Sam Burke:
So Stevens goes underground long enough to make a killing on the media merry-go-round. McMillan tracks him down, gets some wise-guys to punch his ticket along with the reporters.
Twitch Williams:
In a nutshell, sir.
Sam Burke:
So, our preacher wasn't the child-killer after all.
Twitch Williams:
No, sir, he wasn't.
Sam Burke:
So, you were right, so what. You got a name on this pus-bag?
Twitch Williams:
Yes, sir. His name is Billy Kincaid.
Sam Burke:
Great work, Twitch.
Twitch Williams:
Thank you, sir. Your praise makes it all worthwhile!
Sam Burke:
Yeah, whatever. But now, it's time to get busy with that 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?

Billy Kincaid:
Time to have that ice cream... 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... "I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream. Chocolate pecan with strawberry whirls..." Ahhh, very good.
Spawn:
Move away from the child... now.
Sam Burke:
Do this thing right and no one gets hurt. got that? Now, God be with you, gentlemen. And kick ass! Out!
Billy Kincaid:
You're on fire!
Sam Burke:
Whoa! Sonovabitch! Come on, damnit! Let's move! All units, suspect is headed south on Van Buren. Vehicle is a white panel truck, ice cream design on both sides. Suspect considered armed and extremely dangerous. I want this fuckin' psycho stopped!

Cop #1:
They think they got the guy.
Cop #2:
I'm ridin' with you.
Decker:
Come on, come on people, let's roll!
Wanda Blake:
What's going on? Something about my daughter?
Decker:
Maybe. We got units in pursuit of a potential suspect.
Wanda Blake:
Oh, my God.
Terry Fitzgerald:
What about Cyan?
Decker:
We don't know yet.
Terry Fitzgerald:
We're going with you.

Clown:
And so... and so... he grabs the girl... Oh, stop, I can't take this... He grabs her and then... And the house blows up!
Sam Burke:
Twitch, who's that other jerk-off on the top of the truck? Accomplice?
Twitch Williams:
No idea, sir.
Sam Burke:
Yeah, well, if he's in the way, he's history. Am I clear?
Twitch Williams:
Crystal clear, sir.
Clown:
It's not... even... his kid...
Spawn:
Come here, you fat bastard!
Sam Burke:
This is bullshit! I want a blockade all the way around this pisshole! No body in or out. And for chrissake, let's get it right this time!
Twitch Williams:
Let her go!
Cogliostro:
For some warriors, the answer is crystallized in an instant. Their instincts point them only one way. The truth becomes undeniable... and apocalyptic.
Wanda Blake:
Cyannnnnn!
Clown:
This is all coming together so nicely. Remember, there's no room for pussies in Satan's Army.
Billy Kincaid:
You... don't belong here. Help, daddyyyyyy!
Clown:
Kill him. Kill him. Kill him! Kill him. Kill him! Kill him. Kill him. Kill him.
Spawn:
Noooooooo!
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!
Billy Kincaid:
I want my ice cream...
Clown:
Sorry, asshole. We're all outta ice cream. Good help is so goddamn hard to find. You made a fuckin' deal. The boss won't be happy when he hears about this! You really fucked yourself this time!
Violator:
This ain't over, Spawn! You made a fuckin' deal!

Spawn:
Hello.
Cyan:
I want my mommy.
Spawn:
You... you go to your mommy now. She'll take care of you. You're gonna be alright now.
Cyan:
Thank you.
Woman:
Oh, my God, look, there's the little girl!
Sam Burke:
Hold your fire! It's the kid! You alright, honey?
Cyan:
Uh-huh. I want my mommy.
Wanda Blake:
Cyan!
Cyan:
Mommy!
Wanda Blake:
Thank you! Thank you, God! Thank you!
Cyan:
Daddy!
Wanda Blake:
Honey... where'd you get this?
Cyan:
He gave it to me, mommy... he did.
Wanda Blake:
Who, sweetheart?
Cyan:
The sad man.
Spawn:
Wanda...
Wanda Blake:
Al...
Cogliostro:
For all the Hellspawns, a time comes when the stage is set. All sides have been chosen. The world and it's rules have been defined. And the real war, in all it's apocalyptic horror, is finally ready to begin.