Darkman Page #2

There are homeless

and indigents there.

We get three no-names

every week.

Nobody does anything until

they become train wrecks

like Mr. John Doe here.

He's got burns

covering 40% of his body.

The hands and face

are the most severe.

Ten years ago,

pain from the burns

would have been intolerable.

He would have spent

his life screaming.

Now we use

the Rangeveritz Technique.

Quite simply,

we sever the nerves within

the spino-thalamic tract,

there... which, as you know,

transmits neural impulses

of pain and vibratory sense

to the brain.

No longer receiving

impulses of pain,

you stick him

with a pin...

Ouch.

And he can't

even feel it.

As in many

radical procedures,

there are serious side

effects to this operation.

When the body

ceases to feel,

when so much

sensory input is lost,

the mind grows hungry.

Starved of

its regular diet of input,

it takes the only remaining

stimulation it has...

the emotions...

and amplifies them,

giving rise to alienation

and loneliness.

Uncontrolled rage

is not uncommon.

Now surges of adrenaline

flow unchecked

through the body and brain,

giving him

augmented strength.

Hence, the restraints.

Naturally, we give them

every chance of recovery.

Remain optimistic,

inspire confidence,

talk to him about

rehabilitation potential.

Personally, I give him a 9

on the buzzard scale.

Code blue, burn unit.

Doctor?

I'm in charge here.

Damn it,

let me through!

Ju... lie.

Julie!

It's...

me!

My lab.

All my work.

Oh, my God, no.

No! No!

No! No! No!

Hello, my friend.

Home.

Good. Good.

System re...

System... System ready

for digitization program.

Enter code.

O.K.

Digitalization

in progress.

In progress.

Insufficient data.

Oh, God.

Oh, no, please.

Please, no.

Quadrant A, Quadrant C

unrecognizable.

What am I doing

wrong?

What?

Yes.

Quadrants.

Quadrants.

Extrapolate.

Yes.

Quadrant recognition

active.

Digitization

in progress.

Yes, that's it.

Clever, clever.

I must perfect the skin.

Wrong!

Wrong!

My hands.

They took...

They took my hands.

They... They took...

They took my hands!

Thank you for coming.

Julie... with what you've

been going through lately,

I, uh...

I haven't wanted

to bother you.

But I have to know

whether you've come

to a decision

regarding the Bellasarious

memorandum.

The decision's been

made for both of us.

The papers were

destroyed in the fire.

And I'd rather not

talk about it,

if you don't mind.

Julie, I'm sorry

I mentioned that.

Believe me,

I understand

how you feel.

I really do.

Unfortunately,

there's no cure

for grief.

But there is

something

that eases

the symptoms.

It's called dancing.

Would you, uh,

like a martini?

Yes.

I would love one.

Ventilate him.

His name's

Robert G. Durant!

I told you where

they make the pickup!

Oh, God! Don't!

I've told you

everything!

I know, Rick.

I know you did.

But let's pretend

you didn't!

Here you are, doll.

Here's your favorite.

How you doing, honey?

I'm pretty good today.

It wasn't that bad.

Hey, Pauly.

Hey, Pauly.

Que pasa?

Que pasa?

How are you, man?

Where's Rick?

Here's the cash, man.

Got you a gift,

huh?

You be good.

I'll see ya.

See you later, pal.

System ready for

digitization program.

Enter code.

Code... Code recognized.

Data entry required.

System standing by.

It's time.

Yeah.

Yo, Pauly.

Hey, Durant wants to know

where Rick is,

and he is hot.

I mean really hot.

Don't ask me why.

I know

he likes Ricky.

Pauly, do you know

where the hell Rick is?

Mmm-mmm.

You O.K., Pauly?

Yeah.

Here's the cash.

Pauly, we've been very

concerned about you.

Hey, Mr. Durant.

I must've overslept.

I'm sorry. I guess

I missed the pickup, huh?

Where's the money,

Pauly?

What money? I... I didn't

make the pickup.

Rio.

And first class.

How delightful.

And another one

for Rick.

Well. That explains

his disappearance.

Hey, I don't know

nothing about that.

Where is the money, Pauly?

What money?

I swear, Mr. Durant,

I didn't make

the pickup.

I've been here sleeping.

Jesus,

I swear to God.

Why... I don't even know

how I got dressed!

Well, Pauly...

have a nice flight.

Oh, God. What have I become?

What have I become?

Please.

Hold. Please hold.

Oh, just this once.

Oh, what?

What am I?

What am I, hmm?

Some kind of a circus freak?

Is that it?

Is that it? Huh?

Some kind of a freak?

Maybe I should wear

a funny little hat.

Do you like it?

Yeah? Yeah?

See the dancing freak

Pay five bucks

To see the dancing freak

Only five bucks

To see the dancing freak

Just five bucks

I'll give you a show!

I'll give you

a goddamned show!

Yeah!

I'll show you

I'm not a freak!

Yeah!

Oh, God.

Oh, Jesus, God.

Oh, keep a lid on it!

I'm a scientist.

Uh-huh. That's it.

Think objectively.

Analyze. Analyze.

Wait. Wait. That's it.

Control the rage.

Just...

take it easy, Peyton.

Just...

take it easy, boy.

I'm a scientist.

I'm a scientist.

Reconstruction program...

Reconstruction program complete.

Julie.

No.

It's all right, Julie.

It's me, sweetheart.

No.

Please, Julie, please.

Don't be afraid.

Listen to me.

Who are you?

It's me.

Peyton.

You... are dead.

No, no, Jules. No.

I was in the hospital.

A coma.

Dead to the world.

Jules... please.

Please.

Please hold me.

Oh, I'm...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I didn't know

how to tell you.

I needed to see you.

I needed to know if things

could be the same.

Yes. But, Peyton,

I don't understand.

Shh.

I know it's a shock.

There's so much to it.

And I'll tell you

everything.

I just need

a little time.

Then just hold me,

Peyton, and don't let go.

I just... I just need

a little time.

I understand why

the doctors said

you shouldn't see me

after the coma.

That's their opinion.

What's yours?

I've got to have time

to work this out,

Julie...

on my own.

But where does that

leave us, Peyton?

I don't want to be

without you again.

I need you, too, Jules.

That's why I'm here.

It's just that I've...

I feel like a rag doll

all pieced together.

My insides

are on my outside.

If you could only see

how I feel inside.

I was ashamed. Afraid.

I was afraid

that you wouldn't

want me anymore.

Of course

I still want you.

Julie...

Julie,

what if I was hurt?

Like...

Like horribly scarred,

that you couldn't bear

to look at me

or have me touch you.

What then, huh?

Huh?

I don't know.

Honestly,

I don't know, Peyt.

But why do you

ask me that?

Look at you. You're fine.

And you're back.

Yes. I am back,

aren't I?

Just like always.

Yeah, what do you

want, buddy?

The name isn't Buddy.

It's Durant,

Robert G. Durant,

and I wish to speak

to Mr. Guzman.

O.K.

Thank you.

Rudy, some a**hole's

on the phone for you.

Hey, Mr. Durant.

Ah, Rudy.

Pay attention.

Don't speak. Listen.

The funds Pauly

misappropriated

are beginning

to nettle me.

He's caused a serious

cash flow problem.

Did you receive

certain monies

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