Corbin Nash

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Please, God,

send him an angel of light,

protect him from darkness.

This is a city of sinners

and far worse

where the damned and

the forsaken walk the streets.

Somebody's taken my son!

Please help me!

Calm down, ma'am.

Can you tell me where you are?

The angels...

...they left a long time ago.

He's into my home!

She's dead!

He killed my wife!

Police are on their way.

Please, try to remain calm, sir.

The Lord

has prepared his people

for a great slaughter

This guy is dead

for sure, ma'am.

And He has

chosen their executioners.

The guy is

still unconscious.

There's f***ing blood all over!

There are

those whose teeth are swords,

whose fangs are knives,

put here to devour the

weak from off the earth.

Their blood will be

poured out into the dust

and their bodies will lay

rotting on the ground.

And no wonder,

for even Satan disguises himself

as an angel of light.

Though light survives

and the battle between

good and evil persists,

angel or demon,

all will appear before

the Judgment seat of God.

Please, my brother.

Yet blessed are the merciful...

The window is broken.

...for they shall

receive mercy...

He's got...

...so that all may

receive what is due.

If you could tell

me your name and location,

we're going to dispatch

an officer to your area.

And be saved.

Uhm... Uhm...

My name is Macy.

Of those who

have sinned against the Lord,

I will make you as

helpless as a blind man

searching for a path.

As it's only in the darkness

that we find ourselves

or find our Maker's wrath.

Help!

Help! Somebody help me!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God, it's you.

Who did this to you?

Drake.

Who?

Help me.

You can help him.

But you can't save him, Macy.

He doesn't need a hospital,

he needs a priest.

He's going to die.

Put it down.

Tough break, shooter.

Next time.

There ain't going

to be no next time.

And I'm walking.

Hey, you got two

strikes against you.

Don't do anything stupid.

Thanks.

Well...

it makes you better,

you know, Corbin,

especially when pieces

of sh*t like this get away,

it's a hard thing, but it

does make us better, so.

- Better?

- Mm-Mm.

I should have f***ing shot him.

We could've shot him.

Jack.

Who are you?

I'm a friend of the family.

I got no family.

I see Jack's got you

in a tight leash.

Yeah, he's a good man,

but he's not your father.

How did you know I'll be here?

You following me?

It's not a good idea.

It's not difficult

to spot a wolf

in a flock of sheep, kid.

You should have shot him.

We have a few things

in common, you and I.

Yeah?

Yeah. We like guns.

Looks old.

Belonged to your father.

He never used it on people.

You knew my father?

Yeah. And your sweet mother.

My parents are dead.

You know anything about them?

My mother was Irish,

my father played ball.

He won the World Series, kid.

Yeah, he did.

The thing was that being

a baseball player

was just a cover.

Cover for what?

The battle with

demons and destiny.

Demons, huh?

Okay.

The never-ending fight

between good and evil.

Your parents came from

a long line of hunters.

You're one of them.

What's you looking

for ain't here?

- No?

- No.

It's three blocks down on East.

It's called the

f***ing hospital.

You're my last rodeo, kid.

I'm almost done.

Your parents were

killed in Los Angeles.

Your dad was there for the game.

But like I said, he was hunting.

They were slaughtered.

It's the truth, Corbin.

What... what are you doing?

I didn't want to tell you

because I wanted to protect you.

It's who they were.

What the f*** is this?

You need to listen to him.

I was there.

Our mission was to

kill their royal blood.

Two brothers.

We got one.

The other one, Drake, got away.

What you're saying is insane!

Drake was behind it

from the beginning.

- You're f***ing insane.

- You were the big secret.

You were kept away

from all this evil.

Drake doesn't even

know you exist.

Then why does it matter?

My parents are dead.

And no f***ing fairytale

is going to bring them back.

It's your time.

Your dad would want

you to have this.

Godspeed.

It's too soon.

It's history, Jack. And

it's a damn good start.

No!

No!

Sh*t don't make any sense.

It's all too random.

There's no motive.

Whole thing is spooky.

Motherf***er.

Friend of yours?

Disease, my ass.

F***ing guy raped

a seven-year-old girl

but he got off

on a technicality.

Makes you wonder

if what we even do matters.

Un-f***ing-believable.

Right?

If it was my daughter, I would

have killed the sick bastard.

At least put him down.

You think there's more

than one guy doing this?

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

We just need to find them.

I am beautiful.

I am...

...an angel.

I am...

...a cold-blooded

f***ing killer.

Everybody wants to f*** me.

Mm...

Chase it.

- Ooh, you like that, baby?

- Oh, yes.

- Yeah?

- Ah-Huh.

- You think I'm beautiful?

- I think you're so beautiful.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- You think I'm sexy?

- You're so sexy, baby.

Yeah, baby!

You like that?

- Yes. Oh, yes!

- Yeah. You like it, huh?

Yeah. Tell me I'm beautiful.

You're so beautiful, baby.

Ah-Huh. Yeah. Oh, yeah.

Tell me you love me!

I love you, baby.

I love you.

Now look at me.

Look at me.

What's this? What the

f*** is going on?

- I'm just trying to help.

- Help?

Why am I chained to a bed?

Because someone

I trust told me to.

For protection.

- I don't need protection.

- Not yours.

Mine.

Shh.

Why are you doing this?

You don't remember me, do you?

We met before.

At the bar.

I was in trouble.

You saved me.

After that,

I asked around

and they just told

me who you were.

You're that detective

working on the missing cases.

My brother is missing.

Yo, Mace.

Sh*t. What's up, girl?

What do you want?

I came to see you.

Came to see my girl.

I'm not your girl, okay.

You were a mistake.

- Now leave me alone.

- Mistake!

Come on, babe.

I miss my baby, man.

Don't f***ing touch me.

Go!

Sh*t! Come on outside.

Leave it alone, Karl. Go!

Oh!

Macy.

Open the f***ing door!

What the f*** is wrong with you?

- No!

- Huh? Just...

Stop that!

Open the f***ing door.

Ah, who the f*** is that?

- Just go, okay?

- Who the f*** is that?

- You f***ing b*tch!

- Just go, Karl!

- F***!

- Go!

F***, it's like that?

F***. All right. What the f***?

Huh?

Bring that motherf***er

out here.

Let's go!

Leave her alone and get

the f*** out of my building,

you crazy f***.

All right. Easy, all right.

We're cool, grandma.

Oh, grandma?

You f***ing animal. Move!

Easy.

We cool.

Thank you.

You owe me rent.

I know his face.

He's one of twenty-seven

I was looking for.

He was taken a year ago.

He's alive.

I can feel it.

I believe that too.

I was close.

I got you.

F***, yeah.

Deeper, b*tch.

You better move on,

whoever the f*** you are.

Keep going.

Get back down there.

I said f*** off!

F***!

Who the f*** are you?

Get off the f***ing car!

What the f***!

F***!

You know that's not just blood

coming out of your ears, right?

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