Darkman
- R
- Year:
- 1990
- 96 min
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'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
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,
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.
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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