Episódio I: Lar Amargo Lar
(Episode I: Home Bitter Home)

DIÁLOGOS (ORIGINAIS)

Cogliostro:
Where do the dead belong in the world of the living? For this newest Spawn, moments of peace never come. His memories are fragments of the life he once had. For a Hellspawn, memories replay his soul's on personal hell.
Jess Chapel:
Hey, you're gonna have to speak up, Al, if you wanna be heard.

Clown:
Ohhh, boy! Whatcha doin', tough guy? Let me guess, you're just now remembering who torched your sorry ass. I love it when that happens. Time for you to learn something from all this, Spawn. No one can be trusted. This world isn't about trust, it's about dominance and submission, it's about power! It's never about trust! I mean, you couldn't trust your sweet little Wanda with with good'ol Terry, right? You're alone now, Spawn. Ain't no one covering your back anymore. I love it when you get rough. Go on, do it! Let yourself go, Spawn! You got the killing fever.
Cogliostro:
Winter has brought the hunter's moon, with it's cold white light. The hunter's moon is so bright that predators choose this night for the hunt. And tonight in the alleys, Spawn can sense that he is the hunted one.
Gareb:
Hey, Al? Come on over. It's warm by the fire.
Cogliostro:
The Hellspawn hides himself away with that instinct which predators have. Away from weariness, confusion and torment. They choose solitude, hiding in the shadows.
Cogliostro:
They are not your enemies. They are the only friends you have.
Spawn:
Friends? They are my enemies!
Cogliostro:
A Hellspawn is returned to Earth souless. His mind ravaged, his memory shattered.
Minister:
As we endure the sorrow and grief of his untimely death, let us remember the man we all loved and admired.
Spawn:
They took everything from me! They made me a monster.

Jason Wynn:
Mr. Amir, with your country's reputation, no one in the freed world will sell you these kinds of weapons except for me. Four hundred million wins your war.
Jess Chapel:
Wynn, you're beautiful man. You start a war and then sell arms to both sides. Whoever wins, you're his new best friend.
Jason Wynn:
You have your directives.
Jess Chapel:
It's not working for me. The alley location doesn't make sense.
Jason Wynn:
Missile fragments were found in those alleys. Serial numbers match our missing weapons. Let's get something clear right now. I own you. I'm not interested in how you think things should work. Understood? And Special Ops has reconned the target for you.
Jess Chapel:
Why am I wasting my time with this bullshit? We got guns in pratically every third world country. What's so special about these?
Jason Wynn:
I need those guns off the street, Chapel. That Ordnance is traceable to me. Chapel, did you hear what I said?
Jess Chapel:
Tonight.

Homeless Men:
I never seen a moon like that. I hear you. The off the street program.
Gareb:
Weird eerie shit always happens when we have a moon like that.
Homeless Man:
Straight up.
Gareb:
I don't like it.
Homless Woman:
Look out!
Homeless Man:
Oh, shit!
Jess Chapel:
Alright. Now that I have everybody's attention, let's get this over with real quick, okay? There were weapons fired in this alley. They look like this. One was a shoulder fire missile. It makes a big noise. I'm sure you would remember it. Tell me where they are or I'll put you worthless pieces of shit out of your misery.
Amos:
I don't know.
Jess Chapel:
No. I think you're smart old fart. Now let's see just how high IQ of yours is.
Amos:
No, wait a minute, mister. No. No.
Jess Chapel:
Tell me where the guns are.
Amos:
But I don't know. Maybe Al...
Jess Chapel:
Oh, Al? Is Al the guy who knows things around here? Okay, let's go talk to Al...
Amos:
Wait, wait, I told you already.
Jess Chapel:
Hey, you're gonna have to speak up if you wanna be heard.

Al Simmons:
Jesus, he's just a kid. I never thought this job would come to this.
Jess Chapel:
What? Hey, you're gonna have to speak up, kid, if you wanna be heard. It's not just a job, it's an adventure.

Jess Chapel:
Oh, Al?

Terry Fitzgerald:
Night, angel.
Wanda Blake:
Night.
Cyan:
Night.
Wanda Blake:
Every night you put Cyan to sleep and then go back to the agency. Are you gonna tell me what's going on?
Terry Fitzgerald:
I want to keep you safe, baby. The less you know about what I do, the better.
Wanda Blake:
I don't understand this cloak and dagger stuff. You're a desk jockey. A nice safe job. I like knowing I won't get a phone call in the night saying you're missing or dead.
Terry Fitzgerald:
I think that I found something they didn't want me to find. Sometimes there's an agency inside the Agency, keeping a lot of secrets. But I'll get it straightened out... I gotta go.
Wanda Blake:
Be careful.
Ring:
"Al & Wanda Forever"
Terry Fitzgerald:
Wanda? I forgot something. I love you.
Wanda Blake:
I love you, Terry.
Terry Fitzgerald:
I'll always come home to you. Don't worry.

Jess Chapel:
Come on, Amos. Tell me what you know.
Amos:
I don't know... I don't know.
Jess Chapel:
Look at that. Broken glass, as good as a scapel. The guns. Our guns, Amos. It's not like you're protecting family jewels, but hey, I could cut those off too! Well, what have we here?
Amos:
Al? Al?
Jess Chapel:
Are you Al? What is this, gay pride day or something? Hey, I like the mask, but I think the cape is a little much.

Jess Chapel:
How the hell did you do that?
Al Simmons:
Stand up. I'll show you.

Jess Chapel:
Son of a bitch!
Spawn:
It's you... Chapel... I remember you.
Gareb:
It's okay, Amos. I got ya.
Jess Chapel:
What the fuck?
Echoing Voices:
Jess Chapel... Joilet.
Jess Chapel:
Say what?
Spawn:
That's where the state prision is. Where you were born.
Echoing Voices:
Jess Chapel.
Jess Chapel:
Who the fuck are you?
Spawn:
Your worst fucking nightmare. Say it.
Jess Chapel:
Al?
Spawn:
Yeah. We know each other real well. I know where you buried that girl in Guatemala... I even know about that singer in Rio. Don Juan of killers, you said.
Jess Chapel:
You're not him. You're not him!
Spawn:
Then why don't you tell me who I am? Tell me... Tell me who I am!
Jess Chapel:
Simmons?
Spawn:
I want you to feel what it's like. Trapped in a box... no light, no air, suffocating in the darkness and left to rot!
Jess Chapel:
Ahhhhh! Jesus Christ.

Terry Fitzgerald:
Okay, internal investigation records, entry seventy-five. Tracking shipments of ground to air missiles to client countries... now running up numbers of toe missiles... Israel, Kuweit, database... confirmation of serial numbers, ordnance shpped and received. I guess the world sleeps safely tonight. But I don't trust numbers. Let's see what this outlet can verify crossing referencing and global positioning... No signal, no position given. Jesus, those missiles never arrived.
Jason Wynn:
One of my own. Give me a name.
Terry Fitzgerald:
Cerebus. That's deep black project. Bypassing security codes. Someone removed the transmitters. Where the hell are these weapons?
Jason Wynn:
Fitzgerald!
Terry Fitzgerald:
Shit!

Wanda Blake:
Terry? Terry?

Bobby:
No one can survive that, come on.
Gareb:
Al? Can you hear me? Al?
Bobby:
Whatcha doin'? He's dead.
Gareb:
Get this rubble off him.
Bobby:
The whole fucking building fell on him.
Gareb:
Here...
Bobby:
Oh, shit...
Spawn:
I trusted you with my life a hundred times. We were partners, Jess. Brothers! Come on, Jess. Work the scenario. Just like the old days. Tell me why you did it.

Jess Chapel:
You take off the lens cap? Wynn sent me to find you. Said you were gonna be my albatross.
Al Simmons:
I think he called it "partner".
Jess Chapel:
So, you're the one took a bullet for a liberal. I guess that's dedication all right.
Al Simmons:
The president's the president.
Jess Chapel:
Is that right? On covert Ops, maybe not always.
Al Simmons:
What's so funny?
Jess Chapel:
I'm here because I killed the fucking assassin. You know, the one you let get away?

Spawn:
You were the only one I let in. I trusted you. Why?
Jess Chapel:
You stupid son of a bitch. You were always the target. From the day we met my job was to whack you when the time came.
Spawn:
Who gave the order? Who was it?
Jess Chapel:
It was Wynn! He gave me the order. But I wanted to do it!
Spawn:
Wynn?
Jess Chapel:
Guess I won. I won.
Spawn:
Know me.
Jess Chapel:
Jesus Christ... No! You're not him!
Spawn:
Touch it. It's real, you made it!
Jess Chapel:
No, you can't be alive.
Spawn:
I'm not, asshole. You took everything from me.

Jess Chapel:
Hey, you're gonna have to speak up, Al, if you wanna be heard.

Jess Chapel:
Oh, God. Simmons. Kill me... Kill me... Finish it! There's no coming back.
Spawn:
No, I'm gonna let you live, longer than you want to.
Jess Chapel:
No, no! You can't do this to me. I killed him. I killed him, he came back from the dead. No one can come back, but he did.
Spawn:
Why, Jess?
Jess Chapel:
I killed them all.
Spawn:
Why?
Jess Chapel:
I killed them. They're coming back! They're coming back.
Spawn:
I trusted you.
Jess Chapel:
I can't kill them. They keep coming back. I killed them, but they come back!
Spawn:
I would have died for you.
Jess Chapel:
I killed them, but they come back! They won't stay dead! They keep coming back!
Spawn:
I would've died for you...