Darkman Page #4

been... a...

bad... boy.

Set it down.

Set it down!

I want anything done,

I guess

I'll have to do it myself.

O.K., Durant.

I'll take care of that...

Take it up!

Take it up!

Take it up!

Knock him off!

Get him off!

Oh, sh*t!

You're dead!

You're dead!

You're dead!

Holograph

recognition active.

Holographic imaging

complete.

You're next, Durant!

I'm coming for you!

Shake him.

What the hell was that?

Go after him!

I got him!

Get away!

Get back!

Get back!

He's mine!

Oh, sh*t!

Excuse me.

This is Police Air-12.

Set down the man gently

and land your craft.

Put down your craft!

Dip him.

Look out!

Watch it!

No more Mr. Nice Guy.

Damn!

Hold it steady.

What the hell's he up to?

Kiss your ass goodbye!

No! No!

Burn in hell!

You look like hell,

Robert.

That son of a b*tch

Westlake

malfunctioned

my helicopter.

How terrible for you.

He's a cockroach.

You think

you kill him,

and he pops up

someplace else.

I expect

he'll pop up here soon.

See, I know

how he thinks.

I don't think

the world will grieve

over one less attorney.

It's the tragedy

of my life

that I have to kill

the ones I love.

My wife...

late wife...

held certain deeds.

I sent her on a plane

over the Smokies.

Let's just say

I landed on my feet.

I'm glad

you survived, Robert.

I'd hate to see your kids

deprived of a role model.

They do look up to me.

When I was young,

my father made me work

high steel.

Just me and the Indians.

No one else crazy enough

to run around up here

against the wind

at $4.50 an hour.

Call me crazy.

Sometimes I miss it.

Life on the edge.

Five inches wide,

High steel!

Oh, by the way,

you don't have

any kids, Robert.

You truly are one

ugly son of a b*tch.

What do you think,

Julie?

Who's the real

monster here?

I destroy to build

something better.

Whereas you,

you're a man

who destroys for revenge.

Look.

Look about you.

It's all mine.

Because I built it.

I built it all!

What have you got,

besides a little trouble

with your complexion?

I'm joking, of course.

A troubled conscience?

A little blood

on your hands

from what you

consider justice?

Justice.

You and I know

it's just another

word for what I do.

We should be

working together.

I could use

a man like you.

That's why

I brought you here.

You'll make lots of money

working for me.

If you still want her,

I'll throw in Julie.

Sound good?

Oops.

Pey...

B*tch!

Peyton!

Here you go!

Julie.

Peyton?

Come on.

You're going down,

Burn Head!

Oh, no!

Help me!

In your absence,

I've gotten to know Julie

quite intimately.

Her tastes are varied,

but I can tell you this...

she doesn't date freaks.

Peyton!

Julie!

Go ahead.

Do it.

Do it,

Westlake.

But think of this...

you let me die,

and you become

as bad as me. Worse.

You can't.

I know you too well.

Dropping me

is not really

an option for you.

It's not something

you could live with.

I'm learning to live

with a lot of things.

Don't look at me.

I want to look.

You'll perfect the skin.

You'll make it work.

It doesn't matter.

Julie...

don't you think

I told myself that,

night after

sleepless night?

It's just a burn.

Skin-deep.

It doesn't matter.

And if I covered it,

hid behind a mask,

you could love me

for who I was inside.

Without pity.

But a funny thing

happened.

As I worked on the mask,

I found the man inside

was changing.

He became wrong...

a monster.

I can live with it now,

but nobody else can.

I want our life back.

Peyton!

Peyton!

Peyton is gone.

Peyt?

Hey!

I'm everyone...

and no one...

everywhere...

nowhere.

Call me...

Darkman.

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