Samson: On the heels of the skirmish man foolishly called "the war to end all wars", the dark one sought to elude his destiny: live as a mortal. So he fled across the ocean to an empire called America. But by his mere presence, a cancer corrupted the spirit of the land. People were rendered mute by fools who spoke many words but said nothing. For whom oppression and cowardice were virtues. And freedom... an obscenity. And into this dark heartland, the prophet stalked his enemy til... diminished by his wounds... he turned to the next in the ancient line of light. And so it was that the fate of mankind came to rest on the trembling shoulders of the most reluctant of saviors.
Management: Find Scudder and bring him to me.
Ben Hawkins: What does he have to do with this?
Management: He was to me what the preacher is to you. My enemy. You saw my failure in the war.
Ben Hawkins: You're the Russian?
Management: Yes. My name is Lucius Belyakov. Scudder knows the true name of the preacher as I knew yours, Ben Hawkins. You must bring him to me.
Ben Hawkins: I've already bloodied my hands once for you and I ain't gonna do it again.
Management: You can't run from this.
Ben Hawkins: I ain't gonna do it.
Management: Millions will die!
Ben Hawkins: I can't stop that! I'm just one man!
Management: Then run, coward. Run as your father did before you.