Darkman II: The Return of Durant

My name is Peyton Westlake.

I was a scientist exploring new hope for all of humanity.

Until he... took it all away from me.

Robert G. Durant.

He ripped everything from my life,

everything that was precious to me.

Durant burned away my identity...

Leaving me for dead...

not knowing he had created a monster.

My science is my only existence now.

Synthetic digitization complete.

Yes.

My synthetic skin formula gave me back my face.

Photosensitivity reaction.

But only for 99 minutes.

Skin matrix dissolving in 99 minutes.

99 minutes.

Failure. Failure.

But it was all I needed.

I recreated the face of my enemy.

I turned Durant's organization against itself...

until only he remained.

And then, finally, I destroyed him.

Kiss your ass good-bye! - No!

But I chose to live on...

as a creature of the shadows.

As Darkman.

It's the boss! Quick!

- Doctor said he'd never come out of this coma. Where's Eddie? - Yeah, I'm here, Rollo.

After all this time! You wouldn't think anybody'd survive a crash like that.

Roy! Get your ass in here! Okay, yeah!

Doctor?

He's coming back!

Get on their fuckin' tail! I want my fuckin' coke! I want my fuckin' money!

And I wanna kill those motherfuckers!

Go, go, go, go!

Yeah, yeah! Do it! Do it!

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

- I'll get those fuckers with this! - Yeah! Do it!

Oh, shit!

Look out! - What?

Oh, Steve. Oh, Steve!

Steve! Steve! Baby!

Oh, I'm hurt! I'm hurt real bad.

No! - No, man! No!

Steve! Steve!

Alone at last.

Fuck!

Later, bitch!

Help me!

Huh?

- What the hell are you? - A concerned citizen.

Thanks for the donation.

You can still hear sirens in the background as more firefighters arrive...

on the scene of this bloodbath.

The police will be some time yet assessing the death toll...

as paramedics fight furiously to save what lives they can.

Dan, you got it? You hooked up?

Mm-hmm. I'll be ready in a second.

Wow, look at this mess. What happened here?

I don't know. We'll have lots of pretty pictures.

Bonnie! How's it goin'?

Cisco. Amazing reporter. Network, Stan. That's where we gotta be.

No, that's where you're gonna be.

We have to find Stringer. I know he's around here somewhere.

They just went to commercial. Can we be live when they come back?

Yeah. Absolutely. All right, let's go. You positive? Let's do it.

Tell 'em to pick up the stuff at the other end. What am I doing here?

Stringer, give me the short form. What happened?

Just your basic shit storm.

We got one burned in the car, one gunshot dead up here, two others critical,

and that guy's telling me the Phantom of the Opera used a manhole cover...

Like a, like a Frisbee. Drugs?

Oh, yeah. Lots of drugs.

Forty seconds, Jill! They used AK-47s, huh?

Come on, Jill, don't touch the evidence. Thanks, Stringer.

She's a regular Sherlock Holmes.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, we got some work to do. Okay, listen,

after the lead-in,

go to the burned car, then the fire truck, then keep it on me for the wrap.

You got it. All ready? Mm-hmm.

Here we go.

Five, four, three, two...

I'm Jill Randall coming to you live for Street Copy.

What cost, what wasted lives.

Drugs, police believe, are responsible for a gun battle...

that erupted in the uptown area tonight.

Authorities are still counting the bodies from a firefight...

that raged over several blocks...

before ending here in a horrific crash.

When will the violence stop?

When we stop the men who put drugs on the streets.

When we stop the men who put guns in the hands of children.

Then maybe we'll have peace. Tragic. Simply tragic.

I'm Jill Randall for Street Copy... I abhor violence.

Especially when it doesn't make me money.

Good night. Life in the city isn't cheap.

Death is.

When every 12-year-old punk is packin' iron, death is cheap.

What does that tell you, gentlemen?

Cartoons are too violent.

It tells you that I've been away too long.

But now I'm back.

Thank you, my dear.

During my absence,

you gentlemen became sloppy.

Oh, I don't know about that, Mr. Durant.

I think we did very well. You would.

We used to own the gun trade in this city.

- Now we're being undercut by every nickel-and-dimer. - With all respect, Mr. Durant,

you've been... out of commission for a long time.

You know, I've been thinking',

me and the boys, we've got some plans.

Maybe you should... Let us take care of things for a while, hmm?

You wouldn't know a plan if it was pounded up your ass with a jackhammer!

Oh, god! Aah. Aah! Help him.

Ohh! My pills! My pills! Boss.

Your medication's right over here. Get some water.

Water!

Well.

Gentlemen, we are going back into the arms business.

We're what? We are taking control, top to bottom.

How? The prices are already below cost.

Smart boy, Roy. We are going to eliminate the competition...

by providing a better product.

New guns for the new era.

Where you gonna get the guns?

We are going to make them.

And for that,

we need a factory.

Someplace with adequate floor space,

convenient to shipping and distribution.

A place with an extraordinary power supply,

and yet away from prying eyes.

In short, we need a working factory on the south side near the rail yard.

Ha! Good luck. All those buildings there have been condemned for years.

Oh, ye of little faith.

My factory does exist.

It's right there.

Brinkman Electrical. I want you to buy the place.

And I want to set up operations within a week.

I'll get right on it.

Want me to make the usual offer... boss?

We might not want to draw attention to ourselves right now.

Why don't you try money instead.

All clear on track 85.

No oncoming trains.

Access tunnel 18. Auxiliary tracks in use.

Approaching destination.

Good night, Dr. Westlake. Good night.

Cheers, Doctor.

Computer status report: Lab control systems static.

Hypercube processes idling at seven percent capacity.

Liquid skin system cryogenic storage low.

Photosynthetic digitization in ready state.

Ext status report in 30 minutes.

Systems await your command, Doctor.

Initiating subject photograph digitization.

Digitization complete. Holographic recognition imaging.

Subject mask synthesis complete.

Implementing skin matrix formula number 2,917..

Estimated photosensitivity index unknown.

Unknown? No, we must beat the 99-minute barrier.

Photosensitivity reaction.

Skin matrix dissolving at 99 minutes.

Failure. Failure. Failure. Failure. Failure.

No!

Oh!

Thank you, sir.

"A Light-resistant polymer skin substitute."

Hmm.

Dr. David Brinkman.

Well, this is definitely what you would call low-rent.

We'll have to get rid of that sign. Right. Just open the gate.

Do you think the boss really wants this piece of shit? Durant says we need power.

This place has got plenty to spare.

Will ya look at the size of this place?

Can I help you? That depends. Your name Brinkman?

Yes, I'm Dr. Brinkman.

This is your lucky day, Doc.

I represent Inter-City Land Development.

We're a group of investors financing a redevelopment project.

- What's that got to do with me? - We want your building, Doc.

The people I represent...

are prepared to offer one million dollars cash for this property.

Uh...

Look, I'm sorry you wasted your time coming down here,

but it's not for sale.

- Now, this is a serious offer, Brinkman. I'd think about it. - Really?

I'm not interested.

Excuse me. I've got to get back to work.

I don't think he understood a word I said.

We're buying this building, Doc, and that means you're selling it.

Last chance, Doc.

- Look, I don't know how to make this any... - Shh.

Take the money. Go.

Is there a problem?

Uh...

Here's my card, Doc.

Keep in touch.