Darkman

'Cause he's an a**hole!

Tell him no.

Tell him no, too.

Him,

tell f*** you.

No, I'll be here

a minute.

Got some guy coming up

who thinks he'll muscle me

out of my property.

Another tough guy,

that's all.

They're driving up.

Get their pieces.

Hmm.

We got a surprise

for these gentlemen.

Robert Durant,

you and your girls are going

to stand for a search.

All right, move it.

There you go.

Oh, a bunch of cuties,

huh?

Just hold it

there, cueball.

Bum leg?

No leg.

I was engaged to a girl

with a wooden leg.

What happened?

Had to break it off.

All right, cut the crap.

I got three things

to say to you, Durant.

One,

I ain't selling

my property.

Two, nobody

muscles Eddie Black,

especially

a bunch of dinks.

And three, if y'alls

don't like that,

which I can already

see you don't,

we can cut

your balls off.

Maybe that would be

more satisfactory to you.

Ha ha ha ha!

Die!

Take them down!

Take him down!

Take that one

with the goddamn gun!

Now...

let's consider

my points...

one by one.

One.

I try not to let

my anger

get the better

of me.

Two.

I don't always

succeed.

Three.

I've got seven

more points.

System ready

to receive input.

Just hold together,

you little...

sh*t.

Fragmentation.

Time?

again.

Why?

Why, why, why?

Synthetic skin

data analysis...

What is

destabilizing it?

Why won't the liquid

skin last?

The vivification process

was easy.

Tissue rejection?

We licked that.

I know we're close.

We're smart guys,

so what is it?

Why can't we make

these cells stable?

What now?

Now?

Well...

we think it out again.

Patiently.

Objectively.

I don't care how long

it takes, Yakitito,

I know it's out there

waiting for us.

Ah, I can feel it.

God, I can almost

taste it.

Here she is... the

girl of your dreams.

Oh! Oh, Peyton!

Ah, you were sweet.

How's the skin coming?

Still won't last

past 99.

It'll happen. It will

happen, you know.

Ha ha ha!

Look at you.

Rebel without a clue.

Those were the days.

Hey...

What?

Come here.

What?

Come here.

Oh, I know what's

on your mind.

God, you always wear

things that are

so difficult to...

Ta-da!

Oh, yeah!

Come on,

let's dance.

Herb Gorson, please.

Here you go, babe.

Peyton!

Oops. Sorry.

Yeah?

Herb, hi.

It's Julie Hastings.

Listen,

I found some memos

when I was researching

the Von Hoffenstein deal

that I don't think

I was supposed to find.

They're from Strack

to a guy named...

Claude Bellasarious.

They're records

of payments

to various people

on the Zoning Commission.

Well, I think

they're payoffs.

Yeah, well,

what I want to do

is talk

to Strack first,

give him the benefit

of the doubt.

Yeah, O.K.

All right, I'll talk

to you later, Herb.

Bye, Herb.

Oh, I don't want to go.

Don't go.

I have to go.

I have to go now!

I'm late.

Julie!

I'll call you

later.

Maybe.

Julie!

Julie, wait.

What is it?

I've been thinking.

Mm-hmm.

We should get married.

Marriage?

Uh-huh.

I've just started

getting things going at the firm,

and I really like

having my own place.

We're practically

living together now.

All marriage means

is you answer the phone

in the morning,

and if

it's my grandmother,

you don't pretend

it's the wrong number.

The woman thinks

she has Alzheimer's.

I can't talk

about it now.

Jules, I'm asking you

to marry me.

Peyton, I love you...

I realized...

but I got to

think it over, O.K.?

Mr. Strack, I've been

going over

some documents.

I've come across

something

that puzzles me.

It's a memo

from your office

to a Mr. Claude

Bellasarious.

It details certain

payments that...

Yes, I know the memo.

It seems like

the payments were...

were payoffs

to the Zoning Commission.

Bribes, to call

a spade a spade.

Does that shock you?

No. I guessed as much.

You weren't supposed

to know about it.

That file was not

supposed to circulate.

However, I am asking you

to understand.

Take a look

at that model, Julie.

That's the dream...

acres of riverfront

reclaimed from decay,

thousands of jobs

created.

A building block,

a very large building block

laid for the future.

Not such a bad dream,

as dreams go.

And if the price

of realizing that dream

is the occasional

distasteful chore,

well, I don't run away.

I say so be it.

So...

want to book me?

The fact remains

that I'm in possession

of evidence of the

commission of a crime.

Let me suggest this...

you excuse yourself

for few minutes,

go to the ladies room

leaving your briefcase here.

What happens

to that memorandum

while it's

in my custody

is my responsibility.

I wish it were

that simple,

but I don't have

the memo with me.

I'm trying to protect you.

Does the name

Robert Durant

mean anything to you?

Drugs, racketeering...

and real estate.

Robert Durant is a competitor

for the riverfront.

He's a very

dangerous man, Julie.

I fully believe

he'd do anything

to get his hands

on that document.

DNA content...

acceptable.

Glucose...

right on.

We've

even checked

the collagen

congeners.

They're fine.

This is

unbelievable.

Every day,

it's a different

combination.

Time, Yakitito.

Time.

Oh...

the circuit again.

I'll fix it.

I knew we pulled

too much juice

on that line.

Yakitito, time.

Huh?

Time?

What? What?

The cells,

they're holding.

They're stable!

But, Dr. Westlake,

why now?

The dark.

Oh, of course.

The dark.

I think the

synthetic cells

are

photosensitive.

This is

unbelievable!

What is it

about the dark?

What secret

does it hold?

They're still

stable.

Time, Yakitito,

Time!

Finally...

we can replace

damaged skin tissue!

No, Yakitito,

not quite, my friend.

We've just got

a piece of the puzzle.

There's still

the big question...

how to keep

the cells stable

past 99 minutes

in the light?

Now we know

it's all about light!

I'll get it.

No foolish heroics,

if you please.

We've come

only for documents.

Tell us where to find

the Bellasarious

memorandum,

and we shall disappear

like a nightmare

before the breaking day.

I don't know what

you're talking about.

Unfortunate.

What memorandum?

No, please.

We want

the memorandum.

Should your houseboy's

predicament

not jog your memory...

you may bid him

Godspeed.

He's a lab assistant.

For God's sakes,

let him breathe!

You heard the doctor.

Ventilate him.

No...

No!

Ooh! Ooh!

Bingo.

Goody!

Bring the Asian's fingers.

Gentlemen.

Rick, I'm proud of you.

Clean through the brain...

that's how I like it.

"Marry me?"

Didn't see you

doing much work.

That guy got

blown to pieces.

All they found

was an ear.

Tiny little

piece.

Didn't take long

to bury that.

You'll be all right.

You'll be all right.

We'll need

some sponges.

O.K., I got 'em.

Great.

We'll get ready.

Let's check

the eyes.

Get a gurney

in here.

Right there.

Straight in.

Next, we have

a 30, 35-year-old male,

no I.D.,

no medical history.

He was found

on the riverbank

just south of the city.

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