(dramatic whooshing)
(gentle chimes)
(siren wailing)
(dramatic music)
- [Reporter] It is an
absolute bloodbath out there.
I mean these
perpetrators are the ones
who are now actually
being brutalized.
Now look, I might get hot
water for saying this,
but it's about time that
someone stood up to the filth
that has plagued in this city.
The mayor and law enforcement
sure in the hell aren't
doing anything about it.
And you'd think they're actually
rooting for the bad guys.
No one's been
arrested as of yet.
I'm not sure if they
even have any suspects.
And if they do, they're not
releasing it to the public.
This mysterious individual
or a group of individuals
continues to wreak havoc
on the dregs of society.
(dramatic suspenseful music)
(blows thudding)
(suspenseful music)
(Slash groans)
- You don't seem so tough to me.
So you like slapping
girls around, is that it?
- I don't know what
you're talking about, man.
- Oh, I think you do.
- I have money.
- I don't want your money.
- Then, what?
- My niece, her name is Amy.
Here you've been
slapping her around.
You even kicked
her in the stomach
with your steel-toed boots
and threatened her life.
(blow thuds)
(Slash groans)
- (spits) That is
not what happened.
She's lying. I swear she's-
- Shut up!
You say another word,
this ends bad for you.
(g*n clicking)
(anxious music)
I hate g*ns.
(ammunition clatters)
I prefer knives, like this.
People in my world die for
what you did to my niece.
(suspenseful music)
Do you wanna die?
I didn't think so.
(knife whirs)
I don't like violence.
I really don't.
But someone has to stand
up to the cowards like you
and that guy is me.
You don't know my niece.
Forget she even exists.
You touch her again,
I will find you
and I'll put you
to sleep for good.
(Slash grunting)
(suspenseful music)
(intense music)
(engine revving)
(intense music)
(tires skidding)
- [Drunk] Watch where
you going, jerk!
You could've k*lled me.
(suspenseful music)
(phone vibrating)
- Uncle Dos?
- Hi, Amy. Sorry
for calling so late.
- Oh no, it's fine. I'm
just doing homework.
Is everything okay?
- Couldn't be better.
How are you doing?
- I'm good, yeah.
I'm a little worried
that he might come back
and find me, but.
- He won't. It's taken care of.
- What happened?
What do you mean?
- Your, uh, your ex-boyfriend
or whatever you wanna call him,
we, uh, we had a little chat.
He won't be bothering you again,
if he knows what's good for him.
- Thank you. Thank
you, Uncle Dos.
- Anytime. I don't want you
to be by yourself, okay?
I want someone with you at all
times until this blows over.
- Yeah, I will. I will.
- Call me if you need
anything. I'll be there.
- You're the best, really.
(tender music)
- Give your mother my love.
I think you guys are coming
over for Sunday dinner soon.
- I will. I'll let her know.
- Take care.
- Okay, bye.
(tender music)
- Who is that?
- Um, it was Uncle Dos.
- What did he want?
- Just called to say
that he had a little talk
with you know who and I
don't have to worry anymore.
- I am not really
sure what that means,
but I'm going to assume
that it's something good.
- I hope so.
- Well if he said so,
then I'm sure you don't have
anything to worry about.
- I'm so stupid.
I don't even know what I saw
in him in the first place.
- You are not stupid.
Hey, we all make mistakes.
Look at your father, a
perfect example. Huge mistake.
(gentle music)
- He was really
nice at first, Mom.
- (sighs) Yeah, aren't they all?
- He was in my anatomy class
and you know I kinda
felt bad for him.
Nobody talked to him
and all the other boys
just seemed so boring.
- You've always been so
kind to the underdog.
- Well, it backfired.
And I found out he wasn't
even enrolled here.
Before I knew it, he was
just demanding things
that I couldn't give him and
started to try to control me.
- Lesson learned. You just
need to be more careful.
You've always had such
a good heart, Amy.
I love you so much.
- Love you too, Mom.
(tender music)
(gentle tense music)
(intensifying anxious music)
(rubber creaking)
- [Janet] Dirk, dammit!
- [Dos] Stop!
- Dirk, stop! Dirk!
- Mom!
- Stop, Dirk, you're drunk!
- You're a filthy wh*re!
I know you were with him!
- No, I wasn't. I swear.
I would never do anything
to hurt you.
- Stop! Mommy!
- [Dirk] I can't even stand
to look at you right now.
(hand slaps)
I'm through.
(Janet crying)
- Mom, Mom, Mom.
- I'm so sorry, baby.
- You get your b*stard child
and get the hell outta my house!
- No! No!
- Mom!
(Janet screaming)
- [Dirk] Get off
her. Get off her.
(blow thuds)
- No! Dammit, I'll k*ll you!
(Janet groaning)
Stop! No!
(Janet gasping)
(Dirk panting)
(dramatic tense music)
- Mom? Mom!
Mom, wake up.
Mom, wake up.
Mom, wake up.
Mom, wake up.
Mom, please, wake up.
Mom, wake up!
Wake up. Wake up!
(crying) Mom. Mom,
please, wake up!
Wake up!
(intense dramatic music)
(Dos gasping)
- You okay?
- (panting) Hmm.
Yeah, I'll be fine.
Just got a lot on my mind.
- Anything I can do?
- Erase my past.
- I wish I could.
- I'm gonna grab some water.
- Dos, I love you.
- I love you too.
(door creaks)
(insects chirping)
(tender music)
- Hi, Daddy.
- Hey there, princess.
- You came home late.
I tried to wait up for you.
- Yeah, I had some work to do.
I just wanted to see you.
(tender music)
- (yawning) I'm sleepy.
- Close your eyes.
Sweet dreams. I love you.
- I love you to, Daddy.
(tender music)
(kiss smacks)
(door creaks)
(latch clicks)
(vehicle horn honking)
- So, Slash is your name?
- Yeah, it's my street name.
- Yeah, it's a stupid name.
- In your opinion.
- Well it says here, your
real name is Ernest Manzelli.
Is that right?
- Nobody calls me
Ernie except my mom.
- Well, here's the deal.
Are you sure that this is
the guy who assaulted you?
- Positive. Looked
him up online.
- Now, how would you
know who to look up?
Did he tell you his name
while he's beating
you like a ragdoll?
- He snuck up on me and
it was a cheap shot.
Next time, he will
not be so lucky.
- I doubt it, and you're
not answering my question.
- I know his niece. We
used to date for a while.
Looked her up online
and there he was.
I wanna press charges.
- I think this is
what you would call
a case of mistaken
identity, Ernie.
You see that guy
in the photograph
is an ex-Navy Seal
served this country,
won the Medal of Honor.
Not only that, he was a
three-time Teacher of the Year,
pillar in the community.
Now you on the other hand,
are a convicted felon who
steals purses from old ladies
and violates innocent
women and children.
- I have never touched a child!
- If they're under 18,
they're considered a child
in the eyes of the court.
You're a pervert and a
predator. That's what you are.
- And your point is?
- My point is this, Ernie,
you're gonna forget what
happened last night.
Erase it from your memory.
- And if I don't?
- I'm gonna make your
life a living hell.
I'm not gonna let you ruin
the reputation of an
upstanding citizen.
There's only a few of them
left in the community.
But this city is full of
little degenerate flea bags
such as yourself.
(Slash grunting)
Are we clear? Are we clear?
- Yes, man. Let go
of my ribs dammit!
- Good.
So you and I aren't gonna
have any problems anymore?
- Right.
- Is everything okay in here?
- Oh, peachy. I was
just gonna leave.
You have yourself a
nice night, Ernie.
- d*ck.
(anxious music)
(monitor beeping)
- In other news, our
city's very own vigilante
continues their as*ault
on the dregs of society.
The said victim is
a convicted felon
and has inflicted violence
on both innocent
women and children.
Whoever this unnamed
hero is, I applaud you.
I, for one, am sick and
tired of women and children
being abused and nothing
being done about it.
As a survivor of abuse
myself, we need you.
This city needs you.
The streets need
to be cleaned up
and the law doesn't seem to
be doing anything about it.
(dramatic music)
I'm Patty Tinsley with the
"Channel Four Nightly News".
(suspenseful music)
- I don't care if it's the Pope.
I'm not gonna have
some vigilante
roaming my streets
terrorizing this town.
- Nobody's dead.
- Yet. Whose side
are you on anyway?
- These supposed victims,
Chief, are bottom feeders.
I ran their rap sheets.
Not one of 'em deserves
the air they breathe.
- Well, the law is there to
protect all the citizens.
We don't get to pick and choose.
- Well, what do
you want me to do?
- Your job, investigate.
See if it's our guy.
- [Johnson] There's no proof.
- We have three eyewitnesses.
- All who have recanted
their statements.
- Probably, because you
threatened their lives.
- My hands are tied.
- [Chief] What about
the video evidence?
- The video's dark and blurry.
You can't even make out
any facial features.
- Well, you're smart.
You'll figure something out.
I'm starting to get some
heat from the mayor.
This is making me look
bad. Put an end to this.
I want an arrest made and soon.
- I'll see what I can do.
- Good. You can leave now.
You're starting to
stink up the joint.
- Aye-aye, El Capitan.
- You're on my last
nerve, Johnson. Leave.
- I'm gone.
- as*h*le.
- [Johnson] I heard that.
- Now get me the mayor.
(gentle troubling music)
- In 1963 he led the
march in Washington,
which was one of
the largest rallies
in U.S. history at the time.
The march was to bring
attention to inequality
and civil and economic
rights for African Americans.
And it was at this
particular rally
where Martin Luther
King, Jr. delivered
the historic "I Have
a Dream" speech.
The next year he was awarded
the Nobel Peace Prize
for battling racial inequality
through nonviolence.
(gentle anxious music)
He was only 35 years
old at the time.
Youngest man ever to receive
that prestigious award.
Sadly, after all that amazing
work he did for his people
and this country, Dr.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
was assassinated on the
evening of April 4, 1968
while standing on the
balcony of his motel room.
He died a martyr.
Go ahead, man.
- What's a martyr?
- A person who was k*lled
because of their beliefs,
religious or otherwise.
Can I help you?
- Yeah, Detective Johnson was
hoping to have a couple words.
I won't take too
much of your time.
- I knew it! He's an assassin.
- [Students] Ooh.
- All right, all right.
All right, probably
just parking tickets.
Hey, start reading the next
chapter in your history books.
All right, I'll be right back.
(students chattering)
- Nice speech.
Especially like the part about
Dr. King being nonviolent,
yet he died by violence.
- Well, sometimes violence
is necessary, Detective.
Of course not in the
case of Dr. King,
but sometimes people need
to know their boundaries.
- I would agree.
- What can I do
for you, Detective?
- I'm here about a
string of brutal beatings
that have occurred within the
past few weeks in the city.
- Yeah, I've heard about that.
Been all over the news.
What's that gotta do with me?
- Oh, I think you
know Mr. Jonze.
- I have no idea what
you're talking about,
but I certainly hope you
find who you're looking for.
- I already have.
He's standing right in
front of me. I have proof.
I have three eyewitnesses
that are willing to testify
and identify you in a lineup.
- Then arrest me,
Detective, or let me go.
I got a class to teach.
- I don't wanna arrest you.
You're a model citizen
for hell's sake.
The city's in love with you.
- Then what's the problem?
You got a bunch
of filthy scumbags
running around the streets,
harassing innocent
women and children
and no one's doing a
damn thing about it.
- You're preaching to the choir.
You just can't take the
law into your own hands.
- Like I said,
arrest me or I walk.
- Do you think I like
what's happening?
Nobody has respect for
law and order anymore.
My hands are tied. I'm
doing everything I can.
- All you need to do
is turn the other cheek
and let me take out the trash.
- I wish it was that easy.
- It is that easy, Detective.
I'm willing to die for
this cause, are you?
The good people of this
city are begging for help.
Looks like you got
a decision to make.
(anxious music)
- Don't leave town.
- Where am I gonna go?
I got a family and
a city to protect.
You have yourself a
nice day, Detective.
(anxious music)
- So I guess you heard
they let Dirk out early?
- Yeah. What a joke.
Our legal system is pathetic.
I'll deal with him
when the time is right.
- What do you mean by that, huh?
- Yeah, I'd like to know myself.
- Nevermind. I shouldn't
have said anything.
- [Maggie] Dos, just
don't do anything
that you're gonna regret.
- Everything'll be fine.
You have nothing to worry about.
Amy, how are you feeling?
- Good. Thank you again
for what you did for me.
- What'd you do?
- Just had a little chat
with her ex-boyfriend.
- Oh.
- Wasn't a big deal.
Just making sure he wasn't
gonna get outta line again.
- Aw, thank you.
We appreciate you always
watching out For us.
It means a lot.
- That's what I'm here for.
(Maggie chuckles)
Okay, enough of
this serious talk.
Who's ready for some
homemade ice cream?
- Me.
- Me.
- [Dos] Then you two can
come help me in the kitchen.
- Bubblegum?
- Can we make bubblegum?
- [Dos] Of course
we can, sweetie.
- Okay, save me some.
- Okay. Save you some.
(gentle tense music)
- [Patty] His name is Manwell
Hernandez of Mexico City,
a serial r*pist.
All of his victims were found
within a three mile radius
of where he was living
in the downtown district
of Hollingsworth,
our very own backyard.
He was on trial for
raping six women
between the ages of 16 and 60,
but has gotten off
with a technicality,
a loophole within
our legal system
that has set this monster free.
He awaits deportation
and faces zero consequences
for his vile actions.
Our legal system has
failed us miserably.
I wish I had more uplifting
news to report, but I don't.
The America I once knew
has gone up in flames
and that's just heartbreaking.
I'm Patty Tinsley signing off
with the "Channel
4 Nightly News".
(gentle tense music)
- What's this world coming to?
- I don't know anymore.
It breaks my heart
for our daughter
and the world she has to face.
- Is everything okay?
- I'll be fine.
It's just coming up
on the 30th anniversary
of my mom's m*rder.
(Dyonne sighs)
- (scoffs) I can't
believe they let him out.
- I know. I'm sorry, Dos.
(tense music)
- I really thought
he'd rot in prison
for the rest of his
life where he belongs.
- He deserves to.
- I wish I knew where he lived.
- Dos, what are you doing?
Are you telling me everything?
- Of course I am.
- Okay, then what was
all that about with Amy?
- I told you I, I just paid her
ex-boyfriend a little visit.
He won't be bothering her again.
- But I found blood
on your shirt.
(troubling music)
- Everything's gonna be fine.
(blows thudding)
(Mack groans)
- All right. I see that's
how you wanna play.
(Dos groans)
- Bring it on.
- Easy guys,
we're just sparring here.
- Bullshit.
(blow thuds)
(Mack moans)
- Damn, Dos! What's
wrong with you?
- He asked for it.
- Nice upper cut, though.
- Thanks.
- Same time tomorrow?
- [Dos] I'll be here.
- [Coach] You okay, Mack?
(phone ringing)
- Who won?
- You did.
- (chuckles) Right on.
Oh, I think I'm gonna puke.
- [Coach] Not on the canvas!
sh**t for the bucket.
(Mack retching)
- Hey, Dos. Detective
Johnson here.
- What can I do
for you, Detective?
- Did you see the
news last night?
- Yeah. Yeah, I saw it.
(Mack panting)
- You good?
- You sure I won?
(dramatic music)
- I don't understand.
Yesterday, you were about
to read me my rights.
- I thought a lot
about what you said.
I can't do this
by myself anymore.
Nobody wants to be a cop.
And there's only one cop
for every 100,000
people in this city.
And everybody hates
us until we're wanted.
I need you and the
citizens need you.
- We can both go to prison.
- Look, if you are willing
to die for this cause,
I'm gonna be right behind you.
My wife is dead. My
kids won't talk to me.
Protecting the people's
what I live for.
- What's this?
- It's the r*pist's address.
It's a one-bedroom
dump on the east side.
But you'll usually
find him at night
in a hole in the wall
called Duffy's Tavern.
He'll be there at the,
for the next couple days
until he's deported for Mexico.
Make sure he goes
out with a bang,
'cause we don't want him to
come back to America ever again.
By the way, nice car.
- Thanks. It was my mother's.
- I'll keep in touch.
(car engine revs)
(troubling music)
Pain's a blade
on a silver knife
- It feels like the
walls are closing in.
Flooded with memories.
Pushed to the brink.
I tried to protect her, but
there was nothing I could do.
My blue-eyed
obsession hear my
- We had to watch
him take her life.
I never wanna feel
that helpless again.
- None of this is
your fault, Dos.
- That's what they
keep telling me.
- God will provide
justice in the end.
- Maybe, but things
are different now.
- How so?
- He's out.
- Who's out?
- The man who k*lled my mother.
My stepfather.
They don't understand
- He was supposed to spend
the rest of his life behind
bars, but he's free now.
Love can make or break
- I'm sorry to hear that.
It's your fault so
who can blame me
Picking petals
- I've done things, things
I should feel guilty about,
but I don't.
It oughta be a felony
- What kind of things, Dos?
- Somebody has to
protect the innocent.
- Taking a life is
against God's will.
You must refrain.
- God needs foot soldiers.
- Whatever you're thinking
of doing, it's a sin.
"Vengeance is mine,"
sayeth the Lord.
- Thanks for hearing me out.
It's nice to have
someone to vent to.
- Don't do anything
you're going to regret.
(door clicks)
Do you hear me, Dos?
Ooh, ooh
- Here you go.
- Put 'em on my tab?
- You bet.
- Thanks, man.
- Uh-huh.
- [Manwell] Hey, (speaking
in foreign language)
- You got it. Yeah.
Here you go, okay.
Nobody's seen 'em
We all know they're here
- [Manwell] (speaking in
foreign language), pronto.
- It's your roll, man.
- Tonight it is.
You keep these coming, ese.
- [Bar Owner] You got it.
- [Manwell] (speaking
in foreign language),
that means beautiful.
May I sit?
- If that other drink's for me.
- Of course, it's for you.
In this hopeless love
- To love at first sight.
- Whatever you say, sweetheart.
Like it was yesterday
But it was 40 years ago
(car engine revving)
(soft brooding music)
(car horn beeping)
(upbeat bar music)
- What's your poison?
- Cranberry juice. No ice.
- [Bar Owner] Keeping
your wits about you?
- Something like that.
- Perfect. It's a two
drink minimum, 10 bucks.
- Keep the change.
- Hey, appreciate it.
Oh, if you get
hungry, let me know.
The wings here are k*ller.
- Thanks.
Gonna have X's
on your eyeballs
And birds flying
around your head
If you take it
all too personal
Somebody else'll win
- (laughing) That did
not really happen.
You're kidding me.
Oh, no way. (gasps)
- (groans) Oh, I got you
(speaks in foreign language).
I got you. You're
all mine tonight.
- I'm yours?
- Oh, yes.
We're gonna have a
good time tonight.
- So where are you taking me?
(fist smacks)
- Shut up, b*tch!
(victim crying)
(victim screams)
- Go home, now!
(intense dramatic music)
That will be the last woman
you ever lay your hands on.
- Oh, you think so, ese?
- Yeah, I know so.
(Manwell grunts)
(Manwell spits)
(Manwell moans)
- What are you doing, ese?
(knife zings)
(Manwell moaning)
- Sh, sh! You're okay.
Now, do I have your word that
you are done raping women?
- Yes, ese. I swear
it on Jesus. (panting)
- Good. I believe you.
You can go now. It's
dangerous out here.
You might need this.
(knife blade zings)
(Manwell speaking
in foreign language)
(dramatic foreboding music)
(Manwell moaning)
(bones crack)
(dramatic music)
(Dos speaking in
foreign language)
- [Chief] Explain this.
- There's nothing to explain.
A piece of human garbage is dead
and the world's a
better place for it.
- Don't get smart
with me, Johnson.
I told you the mayor's
breathing down my neck.
Did you investigate?
- I did.
- And?
- [Johnson] I'll
take it from here.
Go fill out the crime report
but not the back sheet.
I'll do that at the station.
- Copy that.
- What happened?
- Found him out here when
I closed up for the night.
- [Johnson] Do you
know who he is?
- He's a paying customer.
That's all I know.
- He's a serial r*pist waiting
to be deported to Mexico.
- [Bar Owner] I didn't know.
- Now you do.
Is this the guy you saw tonight?
- Yeah. Yeah, that's him.
- You recognize me?
- Yeah, I know you.
- You should.
I've seen your
little drug dealing
you got going on
here numerous times.
As a matter of fact,
found a kilo of blow
underneath the cash
register in the bar.
- Bullshit!
- Bull true.
It's in my car
sitting on my seat
marked as evidence as we speak.
Should get you some
time behind bars.
Shut you down for a while.
Till you get a lawyer.
Fight the legal system.
I'm gonna go after you
until I get 15 to life.
- What kind of crooked-a*s
cop are you? You set me up.
- I'm the kind that protects
and serves your community.
So show me some respect.
- What do you want
from me a kickback?
- Don't want your drug money.
- What?
- You know that guy
you saw tonight?
You don't know him,
you haven't seen him
and he hasn't been here tonight.
- Okay, why?
- He's a hero.
And if you play nice
when I'm passing by your
joint, I'll pass through
and let you continue to be
the degenerate that you are.
- You got it, boss.
- Good boy.
- I'm not a dog.
- Yeah, I know. You're a slug.
Don't make me come back.
(tense music)
- [Chief] So that's your story?
- Yeah, there's
nothing to this, Chief.
Whoever did this wasn't Jonze.
It was probably some random
beat down of a true scumbag.
You should be happy.
- What are you up to Johnson?
- 5' 11", 180.
- Very funny, smart-a*s.
- I try. Would you like
some coffee, Chief?
- No, but you can take
a long walk off a
short pier, as*h*le.
- All right.
You don't have to tell
me twice. I'm gone.
- Yeah and close
the door behind you.
(utensils clinking)
(TV voices chattering)
(Cindi giggling)
- Good morning, Daddy.
- Hey, baby girl.
- How come you're
sleeping on the couch?
- Uh, I, I fell
asleep watching TV.
- How come there's blood on
your face, arms and hands?
- That's not blood, sweetie.
That's just red paint
'cause dad was helping me
with a project in
the garage last night
while you were sleeping.
(voices on TV chattering)
- Oh, (chuckles).
- Okay, you better get going.
You're gonna miss the bus.
Got your lunchbox in there?
- Yep.
- Okay. Have a great day.
Give me a kiss.
- Muah. Love you, Mommy.
- Love you.
- [Cindi] Your face is
kind of messy, Daddy.
(kiss smacks) Bye, Daddy.
- Bye, baby.
- (sighs) You're scaring me.
Please just talk to me.
- What do you want me to say?
- [Dyonne] The truth.
- I'm not sure you'd
like the truth.
- Only days away from being
deported back to Mexico City,
accused serial r*pist
Manwell Hernandez
was found brutally
beaten and m*rder*d
in the parking lot
of a downtown bar.
As of now, there
are no eyewitnesses.
This is the first k*lling
of what seems to be
some sort of vigilantism
that's taken place
over the past few weeks.
No matter what side
of the law you are on,
it seems as though the cold
hand of justice has been served.
I'm Jason Mills reporting.
(gentle anxious music)
(car engine revving)
(birds chirping)
- All I want is an
address, Detective.
- Why?
- Because he did some very
bad things, that's why.
- What sort of bad things?
- He m*rder*d my mother.
- I'm, I'm sorry
to hear that, Dos.
I wasn't aware of that.
It says here he got paroled
early for good behavior.
Some sort of role-model convict.
- He's no role model. He scarred
me and my sister for life.
I have unfinished
business with him.
- I hear you, Dos. I hear you.
He's at a secure nursing
facility for sick felons.
It's kinda like a halfway house,
uh, on the west
side of the city.
I could send you the
security code to get in.
- Thanks. Bye.
(traffic noise droning)
(tense music)
(birds chirping)
(ominous music)
(car engine revs)
(soft brooding music)
(birds chirping)
(dramatic brooding music)
(door bangs)
(keypad beeping)
(door clicking)
(door clicks)
(guard laughing)
(playful music on video)
- Hey, did you see that?
- Huh?
- On the monitor.
Did you see that?
- I don't know.
I wasn't paying any attention.
- Oh, of course you weren't
paying any attention.
You were too busy stuffing
your face full of pizza
and watching the
stupid cat videos.
- Dude, they're hilarious.
You wanna check one out?
- No, I don't want to
check one out, okay.
Just pay attention,
all right. Focus.
I'm gonna run playback.
Okay, did you see that?
Whoever that is is not
supposed to be there.
I'm gonna call it in.
(door creaks)
(door clicks)
(soft anxious music)
- Who are you?
What do you want?
(blow thuds)
(tense music)
- I don't have any monies
(gentle suspenseful music)
and I don't know you.
- Janet.
- Who?
- Ow. No!
- Get off of her!
- [Dos] Janet Jonze.
Mom! My mother.
- Dos? Is that you?
It's good to see you.
Kind of you to visit.
- Shut up.
- What can I do for you?
(tense music)
(Dirk gasps)
- You'll never know
the pain you've caused.
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I've changed. I've changed.
(suspenseful music)
- Maybe, maybe not.
But you can't change the fact
that you m*rder*d my
mother in cold blood.
- Don't hurt me.
I'm just an old man.
- Who deserves to die.
(suspenseful music)
- Look, okay, I lied.
I have money. It's in the bank.
You could have it all.
- Not another word.
(Dos whimpers)
(Dirk gasps)
- Please, please don't k*ll me.
I, I'm begging you.
Please, please, please. (crying)
- (panting) Ah.
- You're not worth it.
You deserve to rot here
for the rest of your life
for what you did to her.
You'll burn for this
you son of a b*tch.
(Dirk crying)
(suspenseful music)
(Dos sniffling)
- Yeah, that's what I
thought. You're still weak.
Just like when you
were a little boy,
you couldn't even
protect your mommy.
(blows thudding)
(Dirk moans)
(intense dramatic music)
(door creaks)
(siren wailing)
(intense dramatic music)
(keypad beeping)
(tense dramatic music)
(door clicks)
- Police! Make yourself known!
It's all clear.
(anxious music)
Holy sh*t. Dispatch 5H21.
I need an ambulance
on the corner of 7th
Avenue and Main Street.
Send the coroners.
- [Dispatch] Be advised.
(car engine rumbling)
(traffic noise droning)
(ominous music)
(Amy yelps)
- You'll keep your mouth shut
or I will k*ll you and
your entire family.
Do I have you're full attention?
If you scream, I will
bash your skull in.
Yeah. You hear me?
(Amy panting)
(brooding music)
See this face?
This face is courtesy
of your uncle
and you are gonna pay, b*tch.
(fist smacks)
- Wait, I promise you I
didn't tell him anything.
I'm so sorry. Please don't
hurt me. (whimpering)
- Oh, you're sorry?
You're sorry, well, sh*t
that makes everything better.
You're sorry.
- Please don't hurt me,
please. (whimpering)
- You know what?
I really can't make any
promises anymore, now can I?
(fist smacks)
- (crying) Please don't hurt me.
(crying) Please,
please don't hurt me.
(belt buckle jingling)
(ominous music)
(intense dramatic music)
And it gave great light
And so it continued
for day and night
(Amy crying)
- It's done.
- What happened?
- He died.
- How?
- Natural causes.
- Right. Natural causes.
That's good, Dos. Very good.
- One less leech to worry about.
- Yep. I'll see you later.
(suspenseful music)
- In other news, a deadly
new drug laced with fentanyl
in the form of a
pill called Blue,
has found its way
onto our school yards.
There are reports of two
kids dying that we know of.
11-year-old Stanley Bronkowski
and 12-year-old Joseph Merced
of Hollingsworth County.
The source of distribution
is unknown at this time,
but authorities
believe that it starts
at the high school level
and is making its way
into the middle school.
(troubling music)
(traffic noise droning)
- (sighs) Hi, Mom.
It's been a minute.
(sniffles) I miss you.
Maggie misses you.
I wish you could've gotten to
know Cindi and Dyonne, Mom.
They're everything to me,
along with Maggie and Amy.
I, uh, I often think of you
and, and feel you around me.
(whimpering) Sorry I,
I couldn't protect you.
God knows I tried.
(gentle somber music)
(sighs) I've carried that
weight around my neck for years.
(gentle somber music)
I've done some things, Mom.
Things you, you might
not be proud of.
I don't see any other
way to stop the madness.
Dirk is gone. Finished.
(gentle somber music)
I'm sure you won't
see him anytime soon
because I sent him back
to hell where he belongs.
(sorrowful music)
I love you with all my heart.
(sorrowful music)
Until we meet again. (sighs)
(sorrowful music)
(suspenseful music)
- (sobbing) Oh, no, oh, Amy.
Amy, no. No, sweetheart.
(Amy moaning)
Honey, breathe. Breathe.
- Mom.
- (crying) Oh, honey.
Please help. Please help,
my daughter she's hurt.
Hurry, 1192 West 80,
80 South. Hurry, yes.
Honey, it's okay. It's okay.
Oh, sweetheart, look at me.
It's okay. It's okay.
We're getting help.
(traffic noise droning)
(soft anxious music)
- How is she?
- She's awake, but her
jaw has been fractured
and she's not gonna be able
to communicate verbally
with any of you.
She also has a pretty
severe concussion
and some bruising and
lacerations on her face.
With that said,
we are confident that she
will make a full recovery.
- When can I bring her home?
- We've done a full
examination on her.
She's been assaulted
in more ways than one.
So we would like to keep
her for a few more days.
Whoever did this to
her is a monster.
I encourage you to get her
a psychological evaluation
when this is over.
This has been a very damaging
and traumatic experience
for her, to say the least.
I'm truly sorry.
- Thank you, Doctor.
- You're welcome to
go in and see her,
but you need to be prepared.
There's one other thing.
A detective stopped by to
see you today, Mr. Jonze.
- Did he mention a name?
- Detective Johnson.
He said you'd know how to
get ahold of him. Okay.
(solemn music)
(tender music)
- She'll be a little groggy
from some of the pain meds
and she won't be able to speak
due to her job being fractured.
But you can communicate
through this.
We're here if you
need us for anything.
- Thank you.
(tender music)
You're gonna be okay.
(tender music)
- I know who did this to you.
Amy, all you have to do
is write his name down.
- Do we really need
to do this right now?
- Yes, we need to
do this right now.
(solemn music)
This is my fault.
I should've finished
this the first time.
I'm so sorry, Amy.
I promise you this'll
never happen again.
- What are you gonna do, Dos?
- Finish it. I love you
(increasing tense music)
- Dos, wait. No.
(anxious music)
(speaking faintly), sweetie.
- I love you sweetheart.
- [Cindi] Daddy?
(suspenseful music)
(phone bangs)
(suspenseful music)
- Come on pick up, as*h*le.
I know you're there.
- So are you sure
this man in the photo
is the one who assaulted you?
- Positive.
He broke three of my ribs
and massacred my face.
Almost k*lled me for no reason.
- Oh, I'm sure he
musta had a reason.
- I'm an innocent victim here.
I want him arrested
and that detective.
What's his name?
- Johnson?
- That's right, Johnson.
That shady-a*s cop
needs to lose his job.
Threatened my life
if I told the truth.
- Really now?
- Yes.
Now are you gonna do
anything about it or not?
'Cause I will go to every
news station in town
and you will look
like a damn fool.
- Listen to me,
you little maggot.
You let me do my job
and you can slither
back underneath
whatever rock you
crawled out from.
If I need you to testify,
the DA'll be in touch.
But I never wanna see your ugly
mug back in my office again.
Do you understand me, tough
guy? Are we on the same page?
- Yes.
- Good.
Now, get the hell
outta my office.
(tense music)
(buttons clicking)
- We need more proof.
I'm not gonna hang one of
our detectives out to dry.
It's not good for my reputation.
This is an election year.
- I understand that, Mayor.
But what do you want me to do?
- Check his phone records to
see if you can connect the two
and temporarily suspend
him until further notice.
- So you want me
to suspend Johnson?
- And we're going to
need another witness
who's willing to testify
besides that deviant
that just walked
out of your office.
Look, this has got to
be done by the book.
I want an arrest made,
but I don't want the
public turning against me
because we took down a
School Teacher of the Year
and a man who served
his country with honor.
- Okay, I'm on it.
- I'm sure you'll make
me look good. Bye now.
(dramatic suspenseful music)
Oh, damn.
(phone receiver bangs)
(tense music)
(phone ringing)
- You had that little
prick in your office
and you let him go?
- I had nothing to hold him on.
- He almost k*lled Dos' niece.
- Wait a second, how do you
know he was in my office?
- I have my ways.
- You're in hot water, Johnson.
- I really don't give a sh*t.
You're not listening
to what I'm saying.
He almost beat a
young girl to death!
- Yeah, we'll discuss that
when you're in my office
and I expect you
here within the hour.
- (scoffs) as*h*le.
(tense music)
- Prick.
- I'm sorry about your niece.
After what you did to him,
I didn't think he'd had
the guts to show his face.
- Not your fault.
- I'm gonna be able
to keep better check
of his whereabouts
from here on out.
- How?
- I wrote a search warrant
to the phone company
allowing them
to give me access to the GPS.
I shoulda kept a
better eye on him.
I won't make that mistake twice.
- Where is he?
- Apartment complex
on the east side.
Real palace. Do
what you gotta do.
At this point, I'm in too deep.
I'm all in.
Oh, one more thing.
- [Dos] Whose address is this?
- Name is Black. He's
a wannabe drug lord.
He's got runners
selling to the kids
a cheaper version of
Fentanyl called Blue
There's been a few deaths,
all under 14 years of age.
If you're in the neighborhood,
you might wanna pay him visit.
- I'll see what I can do.
(dramatic music)
(car engine revving)
- [Chief] Badge and g*n.
- What the hell are
you talking about?
- I didn't stutter.
Badge and g*n, Johnson,
hand them over.
You're being put on suspension
until further notice.
- For what? Doing my job?
- You haven't done your job.
You're withholding evidence.
- Prove it.
- I plan to
and I want your
phone as well, now.
And FYI, your boy Slash
he snitched on you.
He told me you threatened him
if he ever came to the
police as an eyewitness.
- I don't know what
you're talking about.
- Oh, I think you do.
- What's your problem
with me, Chief?
The streets are
getting cleaned up.
- Yeah, you can say that.
We had another
homicide last night.
Some old man in a halfway
house out on parole
and guess who he
has a history with?
- I'm sure you're gonna tell me.
- Yeah, you're squeaky clean
Teacher of the Year, Dos Jonze.
It was his stepfather,
m*rder*d his mother
when he was a kid.
- Oh, that's a coincidence.
- Yeah, there's video evidence,
but it's too dark to make out.
- That's just
terrible news, Chief.
- Yeah, I'm sure
you're devastated.
But one way or another
we're gonna nail his a*s
and you're going down with him.
Now, get out.
- You're gonna be
begging me to come back.
- Oh, don't count on it.
- Oh, and Slash,
that human ashtray
that you allowed to walk
outta here Scott-free,
I don't think he's gonna be
around much longer to testify.
You got nothing.
- What are you talking about?
- You're smart.
You figure it out.
Take a long walk off
a short pier, as*h*le.
(pulsing suspenseful music)
(door slams)
(dramatic suspenseful music)
(knuckles rapping)
(suspenseful music)
- Hello?
(dramatic music)
- Where is he?
- Who? (moans)
- Slash. Where is Slash?
- I don't know.
He hasn't been here in a few
months and hasn't paid rent.
(anxious music)
- You're not lying
to me, are you?
- No, I swear. I swear
in my mother's grave.
(tense music)
- Who are you?
- We're just old friends.
- Oh? I would say to
choose better friends.
(body thuds)
(anxious music)
Better not see you again.
(door slams)
(suspenseful music)
(friend whimpering)
(dramatic music)
(phone ringing)
- Well?
- No answer.
Just, just straight
to voicemail.
(monitor beeping)
- Hopefully, everything
will be okay.
- [Dyonne] Yeah.
- I hope daddy's okay.
- He's okay. It's okay.
(Cindi speaking faintly)
Yeah, daddy's okay,
sweetie. He's okay.
(gentle tense music)
(traffic noise droning)
- You got a couple
bucks I could borrow?
(people chattering faintly)
- All right, man,
stop it! (muttering)
(upbeat music in background)
- And you are?
- Mr. Jonze.
- Huh. What do
you want, cr*cker?
- I'm here to see a Mr. Black.
- Are you a cop?
- No, I'm not a cop.
- Are you sure?
Because if you are on our
a*s, you have to admit it.
- Really? That true?
- Hell yeah, it's true.
I mean, I think it is.
- No, not a cop.
- Here to pick up a package?
- Something like that.
- Hmm, I'll go see if
my boss will let you in.
Yo, don't go nowhere.
- [Dos] Be right here.
(door clicks)
(upbeat music)
- [Black] Hey, make sure
you don't put no more
than 10 in there.
- You sure?
- Yeah, I'm sure.
We ain't giving that sh*t away.
- Yo, someone's here
to see you, boss.
- [Black] Who the hell is that?
- Oh, he says his
name's Mr. Jonze.
He's here to pick up a package.
- Mr. Jonze?
I don't know no Mr. Jonze.
- Yo, maybe he's that new
cat that works for Archie.
Oh, just a runner.
- Send him in.
- Will do.
- Hey, make sure you
pat that fool down too.
Everything about him say
he's got a musket
or some sh*t on him.
- Oh, fine. But I ain't touching
anything that's hanging.
- Hey, just pat the man down.
I do pay your a*s. Damn!
And y'all hurry that sh*t up.
(tense music)
- Now, follow me and
close the door behind you.
Yo, stop right there.
(sighs) Lift up your arms.
Man, I hate doing this.
I ain't trying to touch no dude,
but I gotta make sure you
don't have a weapon on you.
Do you? Well, well, well
look what we have here.
(knife clicks)
Plan on sticking someone?
- [Dos] Just a
little pocket knife.
- Yo, that's not a pocket knife.
This thing can
k*ll a damn rhino.
(blow thuds)
(body clatters)
(dramatic music)
(curtain swishes)
(suspenseful music)
- Hold on, baby. One second.
- Okay.
- [Black] Mr. Jonze, right?
- Yeah. That's my name.
- That's good, man.
How can I help you?
- I'm here to pick up a package.
- You got my package money?
- No, I don't have your money.
- Well, this sh*t ain't
free. Hell you mean, no?
- I mean I don't have
any money for you.
I'm here for more
pressing reasons.
- [Black] Oh, yeah? What's that?
(anxious music)
- I'm not sure yet.
It all depends on you.
You might die.
- Hm. Get out.
Y'all get your asses
out. Hurry up, get out!
(cigar sizzling)
(anxious music)
- It's my understanding
that you are k*lling kids
by feeding them that poison.
- Look, I'm just a businessman.
- Who sells drugs to kids.
- Plenty of kids. You see
them blue pills there?
You hit that sh*t one time, one,
you'll be high as a damn kite.
Waking up every
day fiending for it
and you just keep coming back.
Now, I don't know about you,
but to me that sounds
like damn good business.
- People die because of you.
- I look like I care?
Man, I serve anybody;
women, children,
cats, dogs, old folks.
sh*t, I sell 'em to my own mama.
I don't give a damn.
- See, that's the problem
with the world today.
Nobody cares, except
for themselves.
I care.
- Hey man, that's great.
That's great. Good for you.
I bet it makes your
mom real proud.
(suspenseful music)
- My mom's dead.
(shots firing)
(knife whizzes)
(intense dramatic music)
(flesh squishing)
(suspenseful music)
(knife clicks)
(somber music)
(frantic dramatic music)
(tires squealing)
(dramatic music)
- How'd you find me?
- Doesn't matter.
I just wanna talk.
- Bullshit, you
wanna take me back
to that wrecking ball
who massacred my face.
- You shouldn't have
touched his niece
and all this wouldn't
have happened.
- Well, that b*tch deserved it.
- That's not a very
nice thing to say.
That would certainly
make Dos more angry.
Now, get back of the car, Ernie,
and I just might save your life.
- No.
- You can run,
but you can't hide.
(dramatic music)
(door clicks)
- Ah, sh*t.
(suspenseful music)
- Well, hello there, handsome.
- Hey.
- Nice car you have here.
It needs a little work,
but it has potential if
you buff it out of bit.
- Yeah, I kinda like it.
- Mind taking us for a ride?
- Now's not a good
time. Thanks, though.
- Are you sure? I mean, we
have a special going on today.
A little menage a
trois. Whaddya say?
Him, you and me, equals three.
- Your mother know
you're out here?
- Oh, piss off!
- Told you not to
talk to strangers.
- [Hooker] Oh, shut up already!
(trunk bangs)
Still have to find a motel.
(both arguing faintly)
(Dos groans)
(phone vibrating)
- Hey.
- Where are you?
- Just leaving an appointment.
- With who?
- Black.
- [Johnson] Oh, what happened?
- He died.
- Oh, good riddance.
Hey listen, I found
Stash, but he got away.
So when I track him down
again I'll let you know.
- I'll be waiting
on pens and needles.
(suspenseful music)
(car engine revs)
(suspenseful music)
Everywhere I go, it
seems like the world
has turned a blind eye to sin.
People tolerate
the type of abuse
that I'm sure will
make God himself weep.
- There's no doubt the world
is ripe for destruction,
but it's the job of God
himself to be the judge,
jury and executioner,
not you or I.
- See, that's where you
and I differ, Pastor.
People pray for compassion,
but aren't willing
to show compassion.
They ask for forgiveness,
but they aren't
willing to forgive.
They ask for comfort,
but they aren't willing
to comfort those in need.
Faith is an action word.
- Sounds like you
have all the answers.
(solemn music)
- Not really.
- Is that why you
keep coming back here?
You want me to
justify your cause?
- I'm not really sure anymore.
- Tread cautiously, Dos.
There is more at stake
than just your life.
There are eternal consequences.
(troubling music)
(suspenseful music)
(dramatic music)
- Guess who? Don't even
think about running.
I'll split your
wig, hollow points.
(dramatic music)
- Hey.
- When you coming back?
We're all worried.
- When I'm finished.
- Finished with what, Dos?
- Is Cindi With you?
- Yes.
- Everything'll be okay.
- [Dyonne] You promise?
- Yes. I promise.
Put her on, please.
- Okay. It's your daddy,
he wants talk to you.
- Okay? Hi, Daddy.
- Hi there, baby girl.
- Are you coming home soon?
- Yeah, I'll be home soon.
- Will you tuck me in
even if I fall asleep?
- Of course, I'll tuck you in.
- And read me books?
- Yes, and read the books.
I love you, princess.
Never forget that.
- I won't. I love
you too, Daddy.
- Bye.
(tender music)
- He promised he'd
come home soon.
- Hey, speaking of home,
why don't you two
girls head back home
and I'll stay the night?
- You sure?
- I'm positive.
(tender music)
- [Dyonne] We're
here for you, Amy.
Our family loves you and you
are gonna get through this.
- Uh, please text me as soon
as you hear back from Dos.
- I will.
- All right.
(tender music)
Hey, goodnight, mm.
- Goodnight.
- [Maggie] Have a
good sleep, okay?
- Okay.
- All right.
- [Cindi] Bye, Amy.
- Hey, thanks for everything.
- Yeah.
- Drive, drive safe.
- All right.
(Maggie sighs)
(solemn music)
- What the hell are you doing?
What the hell? (groaning)
(anxious music)
Don't leave me here,
Johnson. You hear me?
Don't leave me here all alone.
(car engine revs)
I'll get you for this,
Johnson. You hear me?
I'll find you and
rip your heart out!
Son of a (groans).
(Slash groaning)
(dramatic music)
(phone notification dings)
(dramatic music)
(handcuffs clinking)
(suspenseful music)
- [Dos] Looking for me?
- Go to hell.
- Pretty sure you'll
beat me there, Slash.
Now, what did I tell you
the first time we met?
- Eat sh*t and die, as*h*le.
- No, that wasn't it.
If I'm not mistaken,
and I know I'm not,
I clearly told you to never
contact my niece again.
And what did you go and do?
- I shoulda k*lled that
b*tch when I had the chance
and next time I will!
- There won't be a next time.
- Yeah?
Take these cuffs off and
let's see what happens, huh?
(suspenseful music)
- This what we looking for?
- Do it. Let's settle
this manoie mano.
- You mean mano a mano.
It's an error
caused by mishearing
the Spanish
expression mano a mano
which means not man to
man, but hand to hand,
as in hand to hand
combat one-on-one.
I can't blame you, though,
'cause you're dumb.
But sure, why not?
(blow thuds)
(Slash moans)
(Slash spitting)
(kick thuds)
(dramatic music)
That hurt.
(Slash spitting)
(Slash sighs)
(suspenseful music)
(Slash grunts)
People like you don't
listen to reason.
You wanna hurt people
weaker than you
just to watch 'em suffer.
How does it feel?
- I'm sorry.
- Excuse me?
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Have mercy.
(suspenseful music)
(Slash coughing)
- "I will have mercy
on whom I have mercy
and I will have compassion
on whom I have compassion,"
God said that to Moses.
- You're not God.
- No, but I am
exercising His will.
- Please. I'm begging.
(suspenseful music)
- Okay, okay. You
talked me into it.
- Uh, thank you.
(hopeful music)
(knife blade clicks)
(dramatic music)
I'll k*ll you,
you little f*ck!
(Slash grunting)
(blows thudding)
- Get up! Get up!
(Slash groaning)
(blow thuds)
(intense dramatic music)
(body thumps)
(suspenseful music)
(car door bangs)
(car engine revs)
(intense dramatic music)
(gentle tense music)
(keys jingling)
(lock clicks)
(Dos groans)
(door clicks)
(Dos groaning)
- Hey, Daddy.
- Hey there, baby girl.
- Thanks for tucking me
in. I'm glad you're home.
- Me too, princess. Me too.
- I love you, Daddy.
- I love you, too.
(tender music)
- You're hurt.
- It's just a flesh
wound. It's okay.
It's all over now.
- Okay, Dos, okay.
I'm just, I'm glad you're
home. I love you so much.
(sentimental music)
- The body of Ernest Manzelli
was found at the bottom
of a parking garage.
It appears that he was thrown
off the top of the structure
straight onto the
concrete down below.
Manzelli, a convicted felon,
has a long history of abusing
both women and children.
His death has been
labeled as a homicide.
There are still no suspects,
but we can all sleep a
little better tonight
knowing you're out there.
In other news, a father is
arrested for sh**ting at a man
who had allegedly molested
his daughter in daycare.
The man accused of
the crime is out free,
while a loving father is behind
bars having to pay the price
for simply wanting to
protect his daughter.
It looks like a lot more
work still needs to be done.
Whoever's out there,
wherever you are, I
hope you're listening.
We need you and we're
certainly on your side.
I'm Jason Mills reporting.
- Daddy?
- Yeah, honey.
- [Cindi] Why's there
so many bad guys
out there hurting people?
- I don't really have an
answer for that, sweetheart.
But I do know that I will
never let anyone hurt you
or your mother ever.
- I know that, Daddy.
You're one of the good
guys, right, Daddy?
- Right. I'm one
of the good guys.
- Is there really someone out
there hurting the bad guys?
- Sounds like it.
- I'm really glad we
have you to protect us.
(Dos chuckles)
- Will you drive me to
school today, Daddy?
- I would love to.
Love you.
(soft uplifting music)
- Love you, Mommy.
- Love you.
Sun light is fading
- [Cindi] Daddy, those
donuts were awesome.
- Pretty good, right?
- Yeah.
- [Dos] I knew you'd like 'em.
- Um-hm, I think I'm
gonna be late for class.
- Well, that's, okay.
I'll call your school when you
head inside and let 'em know.
I just wanted to spend a little
extra time with you today.
- I love spending time with you.
- We need to do
it way more often.
- Yeah, thanks for
the donuts, Daddy.
- Oh, you bet. I love me some
daddy-daughter donut time.
- Me too. I better get going.
Will you watch me
until I get inside?
- Not only that, I will
escort you, princess.
Stay right there.
Oh-h*, who's afraid of snow
- All right. You ready?
Put on your coat
and your hat
- What subjects
do you have today?
(both laughing)
I hope you have a
wonderful day today.
- Thanks, Daddy.
- I sure love you.
- I love you.
Bye, Daddy.
- Bye.
(phone vibrating)
- Hey.
- Did you see
the news this morning?
- I sure did.
- Looks like we have
some work to do.
- Indeed.
- I'll be sending
you an address.
- Looking forward to it.
(suspenseful music)
(car engine revs)
(dramatic music)
- [Reporter] Still no
arrests have been made.
It's all hush-hush.
At this point, I think law
enforcement is keeping quiet
because they're actually
embracing the help
that they so desperately need.
Either that or it's a
high-profile citizen
and they simply don't
wanna be embarrassed.
Maybe they don't have enough
proof or eyewitnesses.
Who knows?
But the final analysis, whoever
this heroic Nighthawk is
it's my hope that they continue
disinfecting our streets,
one c*ck at a time.
(dramatic hopeful music)
("Dark Hero")
We will hunt you down
There's no where you can run
We will find you out
There's nowhere you can hide
From shadow to shadow
You're falling
but not letting go
The secrets you're keeping
Are all that
hold and you know
Dark heroes are coming
to change the game
Dark heroes are hearing
every word you say
Coming on strong
Righting the wrong
You know you're never
alone with dark heroes
Stepping out of life
And paying the highest price
The further you climb
It's one more
roll of the dice
From shadow to shadow
You're falling
but not letting go
The secrets you're keeping
Are all that
hold and you know
Dark heroes are coming
to change the game
Dark heroes are hearing
every word you say
Coming on strong
Righting the wrong
You know you're never
alone with dark heroes
But you know
you're never alone
Dark heroes are coming
to change the game
Dark heroes are hearing
every word you say
Dark heroes are coming
to change the game
Dark heroes are hearing
every word you say
Coming on strong
Righting the wrong
You know you're never
alone with dark heroes
You know you're never alone
You know you're never alone
Dark heroes are coming
to change the game
Dark heroes are hearing
every word you say
Coming on strong
Righting the wrong
You know you're never
alone with dark heroes
(dramatic whooshing)
(gentle chimes)
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