Episódio I: Lembranças Infernais
(Episode I: Burning Vision)

DIÁLOGOS (ORIGINAIS)

Cogliostro:
Four hundred years have passed. Once again, it is time for a new warrior to emerge from the darkness. Throughout time, the battlefields have changed but the prize has always remained the same: the human soul.
Dave Bennet:
Take out your press ID, I Want him to see we're legit.
Kenny Hayes:
This is some ugly shit we're talking about, Bennett. We get verifiable information and we got the byline of the decade!
Dave Bennet:
I know. This way.
Kenny Hayes:
You know, we're screwed if he doesn't show.
Dave Bennet:
Relax, he's a good source. Now do me a favor, take a valium or something, your're making me crazy. Mr. Stevens? I'm Dave Bennett, this is Kenny Hayes. We spoke on the phone.
Trevor:
Looks like your meeting's been cut short.
Kenny Hayes:
Oh, God!
Pete:
God ain't here, boy. I'll take the message.
Trevor:
Now, do I look like I'm in the mood to run a marathon? Do I? Okay, asshole, next question: who else knows? I'm waiting for your answer, smart boy.
Dave Bennet:
Nobody. I didn't tell nobody else!
Trevor:
Don't lie to me, smart boy. Don't piss me off by trying that crap with me.
Cogliostro:
Each warrior is born as a clean slate, knowing nothing. The only instincts which they can act upon are drawn from their past.
Mason:
So?
Trevor:
He see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.
Mason:
Cool, let's go do this thing and go.
Dave Bennet:
Don't do this, you don't have to. I won't say nothing, I swear. Please, I got a family, kids...
Mason:
And for their sakes, I hope decent life insurance.
Spawn:
Let him go.
Trevor:
What the hell are you?
Dave Bennet:
Stay back!
Spawn:
You don't wanna do that!
Dave Bennet:
No! Help me!
Wanda Blake:
I love you, Al.
Spawn:
No, no! I came back for you! Where are you?
Cogliostro:
Hell does not allow his warrior children to roam unchecked. And, so, each is given their proper escort.
Clown:
Oh, man, I love it! Especially the jerk with the head on back, wards, this is sweet. Check his shorts, bet they're brimming over. I so enjoy the shameful details. Now this is very tasty. I mean, you look at him, you look at you, you're a matched set. What do you think, Spawn?
Spawn:
Spawn?
Clown:
Yeah. As in Hellspawn. It's what you are, baby. So get used to it.
Spawn:
How... did I do this?
Clown:
Instinct sweethart, you're a killer! Born and bred. You see violence, you act. It's a gift. That's why he picked you.
Spawn:
I can't remember anything. What's wrong with me?
Clown:
Too long under the tanning booth by the look of it.
Spawn:
It's me. What's happened? Who am I?

Gareb:
Hey, Bobby. I think he's coming 'round.
Spawn:
Wanda!
Bobby:
Jesus Christ in a crutch! What the hell is that?
Gareb:
I don't know, he might need help. Hey, mister, are you okay? You've been screaming and moaning for ten minutes.
Spawn:
Wanda... she'll know who I am...
Gareb:
Maybe you should lie down or something, you know? Sleep it off. I know how I get... too much thunderbird and I'm dancing naked in Times Square.
Spawn:
She's... my wife... Wanda.
Bobby:
Are you crazy, Gareb? You saw what he did tu these poor bastards, probably speeding on pop or something.
Gareb:
Maybe what you need is a little hair of the dog that...
Spawn:
Get away from me.
Gareb:
I'm just trying to help, okay?
Spawn:
I don't want your help.
Cogliostro:
What you want and need aren't the same. This place is a refuge from the maelstrom.
Spawn:
Get out of my way, old man.
Cogliostro:
You don't remember, it doesn't matter. It's what you learn now that's important.
Spawn:
I just wanna go home. Now move or be moved.
Cogliostro:
Listen, we all want to go home, my friend. But the war it's getting there.

Sam Burke:
Mason, you mafia dirtbag pieace-a-shit. You never looked better.
Twitch Williams:
Sir, I don't think the CSU is going to appreciate your sprinkling donut crumbs onto the deceased.
Sam Burke:
I hate early morning. Nothing human up this hour.
Twitch Williams:
No, sir, just us civil servants...
Sam Burke:
And dead mob scumbags.
Twitch Williams:
Nicely put, sir.
Sam Burke:
Tony Twist's gonna need serious drugs when he finds out. These three bozos were his best hitters. So, one of these things is not like the others. What's his story?
Twitch Williams:
Dave Bennet, a journalist with the Washington Post... same as the one at the alley's far end.. except Bennet's won a Pulitzer for his investigative piece on the congressional scandal three years ago.
Sam Burke:
Hey, if it ain't on ESPN, I couldn't give a shit.
Twitch Williams:
No, sir.
Sam Burke:
Okay, so we got two dead reporters from Washington and three hitters for Tony Twist. What about the other stiff?
Twitch Williams:
Homeless. No ID yet. His prints came up nil.
Sam Burke:
Probably just an alley mushroom. Popped up at the wrong time.
Twitch Williams:
Another verbal ace, sir.
Sam Burke:
Twitch?
Twitch Williams:
Sir?
Sam Burke:
Find me a connection between all this toetags. But first, find me some chocolate sprinkles.
Twitch Williams:
Two dozens, sir?
Sam Burke:
Half that, you know I'm on a diet.

Terry Fitzgerald:
Best friend.

Terry Fitzgerald:
Here's to Al Simmons, best friend a poor number-crunching jerk like me could ever have!
Cyan:
Dad!
Wanda Blake:
Wait, honey!
Cyan:
Daddy!
Wanda Blake:
Someone wants to say goodbye.
Cyan:
Bye bye, daddy.
Terry Fitzgerald:
See ya later, sweetness.
Wanda Blake:
Perhaps you can do that to me later, mister.
Terry Fitzgerald:
Bye bye, sweetie.
Wanda Blake:
Okay, Cyan, let's get you off to day care.
Cogliostro:
As they tear away each new layer, there's always an agonizing price to pay.
Spawn:
How long has it been? Where have I been? God damn'it, what's happened to me?
Cogliostro:
It's Hell's plan to keep the new recruits confused, hoping to discourage the warriors of any personal mission.
Clown:
Oh, pah-leese. Don't tell me you're gettin' all bent out of shape over a woman? Okay, so she was the love of your life and the only thing that mattered to you in this whole disgusting putrid little universe. Okay, so now your former best friend, compadre, amigo is putting it to her on a regular basis. Okay, so she wanted kids and you were obviously firing blanks. Wanna lick? It's rocky road.
Spawn:
Get away from me.
Clown:
You can't blame her, though. After all, you've been dead for almost five years.
Spawn:
You're lying.
Clown:
If I'm lyin', I'm dyin', which would be kinda redundant. Anyway, Spawn, you former self-meaning one Hell-bent-for-leather, kick-ass, take no prisioners, governmente assassin, by the name of Al Simmons... is dead.
Spawn:
It's not true.
Clown:
Sure it is, and you know it. Hey, tough guy, where do you think you're going? I haven't gotten to the best part yet. Don't you wanna know where've you been? You didn't ask, so you must wanna know.
Spawn:
Look, back off before I permanently introduce your face to your colon.
Clown:
You know, you're kinda cute when you get all indignant like that. You got nowhere to go, Spawn. Don't you wanna know where you've been all this time? I'll give you a hint: where do you think someone who slaughtered people for a living would end up after he's dead? You came back for her, Spawn. You came back for Wanda. She's got a child you couldn't give her, and a husband who's still wearing his face. Whadda you got, char-baby? Whadda you got?

Spawn:
No, not me. I'm me, God damn'it. I'm not dead. I'm not here!
Cogliostro:
The new Spawn each try to deny what they've become, hoping that a small spark of truth will awaken then from their nightmare.
Wanda Blake:
With this ring, I thee wed.
Spawn:
Oh, God! My God, why? How did this happen to me?
Corpse:
You made a deal, you stupid son-of-a-bitch, you made a deal with Malebolgia! You cut a deal for your soul! The deal was: you see Wanda and then become a Hellspawn, a ranking officer in the devil's army. Well, now you've seen her... time to pay the piper.
Spawn:
Get off me!
Cogliostro:
Now cast from Hell, the warriors croos paths with their own demons in human form.

Tony Twist:
You scumbag, douche bag eating motherfucking, cock-sucking shit, mother fucking prick. I'll take your fucking head, chop it off!
Jason Wynn:
Calm down, Tony. Just tell me what went wrong.
Tony Twist:
What went wrong is somebody took three of my best guys and threw then into must've been a walking wood chopper. This was supposed to be a simple gig, Wynn! What the hell are you trying to pull on me, huh? I mean, we're talking about my best kickmen getting mercilessly whacked over here. Now, how I'm supposed to deal with this?
Jason Wynn:
They were ambushed, snipered, what?
Tony Twist:
They're now wearing their goddamn heads on backwards is what I'm saying. They got pretzeled by someone who knows how to do it right.
Jason Wynn:
I see.
Tony Twist:
Yeah, I see, too. I see you asking me to do you a favor, and suddenly my cleaning crew gets taken out by some asshole that thinks he's the terminator.
Jason Wynn:
I'm sensing an accusation here, Tony?
Tony Twist:
All I'm saying is this smells like the work of a goddamned government trained assassin, and just happens to be your stock and trade.
Jason Wynn:
It wasn't any of mine. and if I were you, I'd be very careful about the next time I made such strong implications without the facts. So, what about the journalists?
Tony Twist:
In tomorrow's obits.
Jason Wynn:
Good.
Tony Twist:
Yeah, for you. This shit costs me big time...
Jason Wynn:
You'll be amply compensated for your loss. Let me know what you find out about this mistery assassin.
Tony Twist:
I'll send ya his liver, and maybe a coupla' fingers.
Senator Scott McMillan:
Hello?
Jason Wynn:
The newsmen have been dealt with.
Senator Scott McMillan:
Who did you use?
Jason Wynn:
Mafia elements. Nothing traceable.
Senator Scott McMillan:
Good, thank you.
Jason Wynn:
And, as we discussed...
Senator Scott McMillan:
The appropriations are already in place. As of now, you've got unlimited credit with the department of defense.
Jason Wynn:
I appreciate that, senator.
Senator Scott McMillan:
Believe me, it was worth it. I'll feel free to call if there are any further complications.
Jason Wynn:
Of course, but tell me... how long to you intend to cover for him?
Senator Scott McMillan:
As long as I have to.
Jason Wynn:
He's a child killer.
Senator Scott McMillan:
Look, we've been through this before. You don't have a son, let alone you can't give your name to. so what he does is my problem, understand?
Jason Wynn:
These journalists won't be the last. you can't keep this quiet forever.
Senator Scott McMillan:
Yes I can. You see, the deads keep their secrets.

Hector:
Okay, man, what'd I do, huh?
Burly Cop:
Shut up and get your ass on the ground now.
Hector:
What'd I do, man?
Burly Cop:
Well, if it isn't officer Hector from Internal Affairs. You know, word is you told the captain we're skimming off the top! Listen, if you can't keep your mouth shut, we'll shut if for you!
Hector:
What kinda shit is...
Spawn:
Why is it that people with authority abuse their power? Word of advice, officer, retire.
Clown:
That's it, Spawn. Let yourself go, get pissed, do some damage. Don't take shit from nobody. And, oh yeah, the big boy downstairs... 'cause this is the way the world a bang, but with a lot of blood and torn flesh and broken bones, and I just love it!
Cogliostro:
And so the game has begun... again. After 400 years a new warrior takes center stage, preparing for the great battle, and with him comes pain, death, and the vile stench of brimstone.