01x02 - Episode 2

[bunniefuu]

[foreboding music playing]

My God.

It's worse than I imagined.

An entire horde of...

Monsters.

How much longer we gotta sit on our dicks
before you tell us what this is about?

Your employer will
be here shortly.

He'll fill you in on the target.

[mercenary] "Target"?

As in just one?

Hell of a lot of
g*ns for one guy.

Yeah, with odds like these, you might
actually win a fight. [chuckles]

Okay.

And this is the species
we're trying to save?

I still say we just
go in ourselves.

Heh. We're a tactical strike force
trained for precision demon removal.

This mission requires
blunt instruments.

[agent] They certainly qualify.

Let them fight over who's
the baddest dude in the room.

We know who it really is.

[door opens]

Oh my God.

Is that…

The vice f*cking president.

Since there's no need for
introductions, I'll get right to it.

This, gentlemen, is
your primary objective.

An item of critical importance
to our national security.

However, seeing as this item
officially does not exist,

we need it retrieved
off the books.

We've tracked the
amulet to this location.

You'll find it around the
neck of its current owner,

a man the US government
considers a top-level threat.

He is extremely volatile, and
prodigiously gifted in combat.

Engage him only with the
full brunt of your firepower.

This superman son of
a b*tch got a name?

His name is Dante.

[laughing]

[mercenaries laughing]

That's the guy we're
supposed to be worried about?

What's he going to do?
Get hair dye on us?

["Rollin' [Air Raid Vehicle]"
[by Limp Bizkit playing]

♪ Throw your hands up ♪

♪ Your… your… your hands up ♪

♪ Throw your hands up
Throw your hands up ♪

♪ Move in, now move out
Hands up, now hands down ♪

♪ Back up, back up Tell me
what you're gonna do now ♪

♪ Breathe in, now breathe out
Hands up, now hands down ♪

♪ Back up, back up Tell me
what you're gonna do now ♪

♪ Keep rollin', rollin'
Rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Keep rollin', rollin'
Rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Keep rollin', rollin'
Rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Keep rollin', rollin'
Rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Hey, ladies, hey, fellas ♪

♪ And the people that
don't give a ♪♪♪♪ ♪

♪ All the lovers,
all the haters ♪

♪ And all the people That
call themselves players ♪

♪ Hot mommas, pimp daddies ♪

♪ And the people
rollin' up in Caddies ♪

♪ Hey, rockers, hip-hoppers ♪

♪ And everybody all
around the world ♪

♪ Move in, now move out
Hands up, now hands down ♪

♪ Back up, back up Tell me
what you're gonna do now ♪

♪ Breathe in, now breathe out
Hands up, now hands down ♪

♪ Back up, back up Tell me
what you're gonna do now ♪

♪ Keep rollin' Rollin',
rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Keep rollin' Rollin',
rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Keep rollin' Rollin',
rollin', rollin' ♪

[song trails off]

[mercenaries laughing]

[mercenary] Laugh while you can.

You won't be much longer.

I met Dante once. Worked
with him on a protection job.

I've dealt with K*llers and
roughnecks of every grade,

but this guy, he's
something else.

The way he moved,
the hits he took.

I'd be dead now if
it wasn't for him.

And you'll all be dead soon
enough if you go after him.

[grunts] Ain't no amount of money
you could offer that'd be worth...

[Baines] Five hundred thousand.

The bounty is 500,000 for whoever
brings in Dante with the amulet.

And a bonus if he's
alive for questioning.

Well, all right.

Let's go get him, then.

We will be deploying
a civilian asset

to keep Dante distracted
as you move in.

So, if we're doing all the work,

why'd you bring the
Boy Scout patrol here?

They don't look like
no jarheads to me.

These soldiers will be in the
field overseeing the operation.

You'll deliver the
package to them.

The contract opens as
of midnight tonight.

That's all.

You in the cap with the
nice eyes. Hold on a second.

[chuckles]

You see something
you like, sweetheart?

[agent] What you
said was correct.

We're not jarheads.

We're demon hunters.

You're joking.

I know.

It's a lot to take in.

Someone walks up and tells you,

"Demons are real, and
it's my job to k*ll them."

You're thinking the same
thing anyone else would.

But unfortunately,
it's the truth.

The worst truth is that
not only are demons real,

they're really
f*cking hard to k*ll.

We've had to come up
with our own methods.

Like these.

Anti-demon b*ll*ts.

Hit a human with one, and it
works like any other b*llet.

But hit a demon,

and this little liquid explodes

the instant it comes in
contact with their DNA.

That's, uh, good to know.

Sometimes they pass for human.

They can even be
incredibly convincing.

It's in the proportions.

The arms or legs will
be a little too long.

Facial features too far apart.

Like they haven't quite
evolved all the way.

There's also
something in the eyes.

A void where the glimmer
of a soul should be.

And, of course, the smell.

A faint mix of
sulfur and cow sh*t.

[frantic industrial
music building]

[heart beating rapidly]

[music intensifies]

[sharp humming]

[intense industrial
music continuing]

[music subsides]

Devil spawn m*therf*cker.

You were solid, boss. I don't
think I even saw you blink.

I knew I was in good hands.

Lieutenant Arkham is the
pride of this righteous army.

I'm just helping secure
a world for our species.

That's all that matters.

Indeed.

And our world could not
ask for a better soldier.

[soldier] Was told to report to this
room. At least, I think it was this room.

[Baines] Let him in.

…a lot of nondescript doors
and hallways down here.

[agent] Who the…

This is Anders, your newest
member of DARKCOM Elite Ops.

"Anders"? Aren't you…

The only survivor of the
White Rabbit's ambush.

I've watched your mission tapes. It
is an honor to serve with you, ma'am.

Uh, Lieutenant?

Mary?

Lieutenant. Got you. 10-4.

[chuckles]

Welcome to the team, chief.

- You sure about this guy, sir?
- He requested this assignment.

God has tested him, and
he was found worthy.

Soldier, where is the asset?

While I've got you here, who do
I talk to about the menu, huh?

I can't even get
a decent plate of…

Oh. Uh…

So, wait, what do
I have to do again?

[tense, mysterious
music playing]

[clattering at door]

Dante?

You here?

Hey, Dante!

It's your buddy, Enzo!

[sighs]

- Ah, nobody's... Whoa!
- [g*n c*ck]

Dante! You are here.

[haltingly] Thank God!

I… I was worried I missed you.

Hey, Enzo. How've you been?

Ah, I could do better,
to tell you the truth.

Like if you didn't have a… a barrel
pressed to my temple right now.

Wish I could help you out there.

I do have a funny
story for you, though.

You're gonna love this.

So, my last job,
the one you gave me,

it turned out to be a setup
so a shape-shifting demon baby

could try to steal my necklace.

Crazy, right?

[laughing awkwardly]

That's the craziest
thing I ever heard.

[frenetic industrial
music building]

[Enzo] It wasn't
my fault, Dante.

Honest. Don't blame
poor old Enzo.

I'm just a middleman. A nobody.

It was the guy who gave me
the job, the White Rabbit.

He's the one who set
the whole thing up.

See, he comes into my
office, talking all smooth,

and I’m mesmerized!

All we've got to do
is get to him first,

and then split the


[Dante] You're saying you
only sent me into a trap

because a demon that looks like a
giant rabbit tricked you into doing it?

Pretty much. Yeah.

All right, that checks out.

What are you doing here?

I brought you the
second half of your fee.

Just 'cause the job was fake don't
mean you don't get paid, right?

Pure, uncut American green.

And all you had to do
was fight a baby for it.

[Dante] And my own brother.

The shape-shifter showed up
again later disguised as him.

Nothing like how he'd actually look
now, but still, it was a good effort.

Oh. Your brother?

Talk about digging
up the past, huh?

Ugh.

You all right, kid?

I keep telling you.
What's my only rule?

I'll take any job that pays, especially
if it involves k*lling demons.

- Just as long as I don't have to care.
- As you don't have to care.

I know. So, you and me,
we're all good now, yeah?

You know, I look at
you like my own son.

I would take a b*llet for you.

Well, maybe not a b*llet.

Definitely a blade,
like a little jab.

Point is, I would never set
you up like that on purpose.

So there aren't multiple
teams of mercenaries outside,

closing in around us right now?

Okay. [chuckles]

I set you up this time, but
only 'cause they made me.

I know I've got
another one of these…

There it is.

Look, Dante, those guys out there
are after your necklace too,

and it's the feds
who are paying them.

This thing goes
right to the top.

What say you just give the bling to
me, and I'll take it over to them, huh?

No, muss, no fuss.

I can't do it, Enzo.

She gave me this necklace.

[woman] This isn't just a necklace, Dante.
It's a part of our family's history.

I need you to take
good care of it, okay?

You have to keep this safe.

Always.

You promise?

It's the last thing of hers that I have.
No one is going to take it from me.

Fair enough.

I'll just, uh, let you get ready for
the big throwdown then, and head on…

- [g*n c*ck]
- [Enzo sputtering]

I didn't say we were good yet.

[frenetic music intensifying]

We're here for the amulet.

Drop the g*n and hand it over.

I said, drop the g*n!

[Enzo struggling]

I don't think that's the guy.

Of course it's not the guy!

[Dante] Heh.

Fire!

Who are we sh**ting at?

Hey!

[aggressive industrial
music playing]

Come on, you ain't sh*t, pal!

[panicked yelping]

[grunts, groans]

[Enzo struggling]

[Dante] Now we're good.

Was the gag really necessary?

All right, I see your point.

- You managed not to k*ll any of them.
- I had to add a little challenge.

You wouldn't happen to
know why my family heirloom

is New York's hottest
fashion accessory?

If I had that info, I'd have tried to
sell it to you the second I got here.

Give me some credit!

What are you doing now?

I work better with music.

["Guerilla Radio" by Rage
Against the Machine playing]

[rowdy rap metal music playing]

[song continuing in distance]

I'll give you one thing.
This guy's got taste!

♪ Transmission Third
World w*r, third round ♪

♪ Decade of the
weapon of sound… ♪

Go.

♪ No shelter if you're
looking for shade ♪

♪ I lick shots at the brutal charade
As the polls close like a casket ♪

♪ On truth devoured Silent
play on the shadow of power ♪

♪ A spectacle, monopolized ♪

♪ The camera's eyes
on choice disguised ♪

♪ Was it cast for the
mass Who burn and toil? ♪

♪ Or for the vultures Who
thirst for blood and oil? ♪

♪ Yes, a spectacle,
monopolized ♪

♪ They hold the reins,
stole your eyes ♪

♪ All the Fistagons
The b*ll*ts and bombs ♪

♪ Who stuff the banks Who
staff the party ranks ♪

♪ More for Gore Or the
son of a drug lord ♪

♪ None of the above
f*ck it, cut the cord ♪

♪ Lights out, guerrilla radio ♪

♪ Turn that sh*t up ♪

♪ Lights out, guerrilla radio ♪

♪ Turn that sh*t up ♪

♪ Lights out, guerrilla radio ♪

- ♪ Turn that sh*t... ♪
- [song halts]

[panting]

Huh?

How the f*ck?

Ah, don't feel bad.

I heal extremely fast.

Like a superhero.

Not that I call
myself a superhero,

but your mom does.

[panicked grunting]

[Ken] Shoryuken!

[announcer] You win!

Perfect.

[g*ns c*ck]

[rapid g*nf*re]

[g*nf*re continuing faintly]

[agent] Hey, Pat.

Our boys still getting
their asses kicked?

Yep.

I feel bad for you, Doc.

First time in the field, and we're
not even going to see action.

Mm-mm. My brain is too valuable
to risk taking into a combat zone.

I only came so I can examine
the quantum transmitter

at the soonest possible moment.

Come on, you don't want to pick up a
sweet battle scar like my man here?

King.

What? I'm saying he's a badass.

You went toe-to-paw with
the White Rabbit and lived.

I got lucky, that's all.

[Pat] Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Yo, yo, yo, yo. What was that?

[Dante speaking inaudibly]

[Pat] It looks like
he can heal himself.

Any explanations there, Doc?

Uh, not at the moment.

Is he genetically
enhanced somehow?

[Mary over radio]
I have a theory.

I'll be testing it shortly.

Great, so the guy's some
sort of super soldier,

and he's wearing
half the transmitter

that keeps our reality from being
swarmed by the armies of Hell

as a necklace.

Yeah, he really is just
wearing it, isn't he?

Kind of makes you question
Sparda's whole plan.

Excuse me, but, um, what's an ancient
Greek city-state got to do with this?

Not Sparta, Sparda.

Did no one read the intelligence
briefing I prepared?

[Mary] I read it.

Thank you.

Sparda's the one Hell dweller who
might be worth not vaporizing on sight.

He was a demon knight,
whatever that means.

Big bad warrior, blah blah blah.

Served as the right hand of
Mundus, the demons' king,


still connected to their sh*thole.

And Mundus wasn't happy
just ruling the sh*thole.

He wanted to conquer humanity,

make sl*ves of us all.

Typical demon sh*t.

And I guess Sparda woke
up one day and realized,

"Hey, this is evil as f*ck,"

so he rebelled.

He fought against Mundus, taking out
hundreds of his own former legions.

Kind of the least he
could f*cking do, really.

But even he couldn't stop an
entire world of abominations.

The only way to protect humanity was
to seal the realms off from each other.

He himself stayed on our side.

Which, if that's true,

he's been MI-f*cking-A

whenever sh*t hits the fan
for the past few millennia.

So, maybe he is just
another pit-beast after all.

[aggressive metal music playing]

[music subsides]

Dante, remember me?

Let's see.

Seven feet tall,

face like someone carved a
gargoyle out of beef jerky?

I do remember.

Arnie, right? How are the kids?

Great, thanks.

Julie just got into Yale.

[chuckles] So, look.

Uh, there's a big-a*s bounty
on that necklace of yours.

I was thinking,

you and me bring it
in together, huh?

Split the dough.

Fifty-fifty.

[raising voice] That's a
better offer than someone made.

[groaning]

But it's gonna be a hard no.

Ah, worth a shot.

Sorry about the place.

No hard feelings?

[aggressive metal
music building]

[music subsides]

Aw, I thought the big guy would get
at least a hit in or something. Man!

These dudes give low-life
hired K*llers a bad name.

[agent] Oh.

Your daughters?

I'm all they've got, you know?

I went to sign up for the
army. No other option.

This recruiter comes to me saying,
"Join the important fight from home."

He left out the demons
from Hell part, though.

Kinda wish he'd led with
"the demons from Hell" part.

Might've answered differently.

[Mary] It's time.

I'm going in.

Copy that, Lieutenant.

You sure you don't
need any help?

Just get the truck warmed up.

[industrial music pulsing]

[Dante grunts]

Hey. That was
actually kinda close.

Closer than you think.

Hey!

[Dante coughing]

Of course the goon
squad was a misdirect.

Who was that chick?

[growls suggestively]
What a woman!

I don't care who she is.

I made a promise.

And I'm going to keep it.

[Enzo murmurs mockingly]

So, who here's looking
for representation?

[frenetic industrial
music pulsing]

Hey, lady.

Ow. What's in that thing?

I watched you
fighting and wondered,

"What the f*ck kind of person
could shake off b*ll*ts like that?"

A really, really awesome one.

Or not a person at all.

That was an anti-demon
round I hit you with.

Which means, no matter how good you
might be at hiding it, you're a demon.

[gasps]

Ripped and irresistible
dreamboat, I know.

Still can't just tear
a guy's clothes off.

You're not demon.

But your blood…

I've heard it was possible.

I never thought I'd
see one, though.

You're a hybrid.

Part human. Part demon.

Wait. You think I'm part demon?

You are. And I've got the
one weapon on Earth...

[Mary grunts, yells]

Seriously? Part demon?

If you knew how many of those I've
k*lled, you'd know how crazy you sound.

Demons k*ll their
own all the time.

Death and destruction is
the core of your nature.

Trust me, I know all
about demons' nature.

I'm not one of them.

How else can you explain
what you're capable of?

You even fight like they do.

Unholy strength but
no intelligence.

No strategy.

I don't know. Seems like
I managed to catch you.

And since we're
getting so personal,

what does everyone want
with my mom's necklace?

You don't even know what
this really is, do you?

I know that it's mine!

All yours, Hellblood.

[music intensifies]

[music subsides]

[door creaks]

Jackpot!

Oh.

[Dante grunting]

Usually we don't bother taking
members of your species prisoner.

But we do have the tech for it.

To cover special circumstances.

Insurance. Just in case you
manage to get out of the truck.

What truck?

Who caught who
now, m*therf*cker?

["Devils Never Cry" plays]

♪ Bless me ♪

♪ With the leaf
off of the tree ♪

♪ On it, I see ♪

♪ The freedom reign ♪

♪ We are falling ♪

♪ The light is calling ♪

♪ Tears inside me ♪

♪ Calm me down ♪

♪ Midnight calling ♪

♪ Mist of resolving ♪

♪ Crown me ♪

♪ With the pure, green leaf ♪

♪ Praise to my father ♪

♪ Blessed by the water ♪

♪ Black light, dark sky ♪

IN MEMORY OF KEVIN
CONROY [1955-2022]

♪ The devil's cry ♪