Darkman II: The Return of Durant

[Man]

My name is Peyton Westlake.

I was a scientist exploring

new hope for all of humanity.

[ Bubbling ]

[ Screaming ]

Until he...

took it all away from me.

Robert G. Durant.

[ Screaming ]

[ Gas Hissing ]

He ripped everything

from my life,

everything that was

precious to me.

Durant burned away

my identity...

[ Screaming ]

Leaving me for dead...

not knowing

he had created a monster.

[ Groans ]

My science

is my only existence now.

[ Female Computer Voice ]

Synthetic digitization

complete.

[ Westlake ]

Yes.

My synthetic skin formula

gave me back my face.

[ Computer]

Photosensitivity

reaction.

But only for 99 minutes.

[ Computer]

Skin matrix

dissolving in 99 minutes.

[ Computer]

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.

[ Yelling ]

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.

[ Exhales ]

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!

[ Groaning ]

[ Thunderclap ]

[ Tires Screeching ]

[ Machine Gun Fire ]

Get on their f***in' tail!

I want my f***in' coke!

I want my f***in' money!

And I wanna kill

those motherfuckers!

[ Screaming ]

- Go, go, go, go!

- [ Tires Screeching ]

[ Woman ]

Yeah, yeah!

Do it! Do it!

[ Screaming ]

[ Man ]

Go, go, go, go,

go, go, go, go!

- I'll get those f***ers

with this!

- Yeah! Do it!

- [ Yelling ]

- Oh, sh*t!

- [Woman Screaming]

- [ Laughing ]

- Look out!

[ Screaming ]

- What?.

[Sirens In Distance ]

- [ Woman ]

Oh, Steve. Oh, Steve!

- [ Panting ]

- [ Woman Weeping]

Steve! Steve!

- [ Spitting ] Baby!

Oh, I'm hurt!

I'm hurt real bad.

[ Woman Screaming, Weeping ]

[ Screams ]

- No!

- No, man! No!

[ Yelling, Screaming ]

[Woman Screaming]

Steve! Steve!

-Alone at last.

- [ Spits ]

- [Woman Panting]

- [Man ] F***!

Later, b*tch!

[Sirens Wailing]

Help me!

[Scream Reverberates ]

Huh?.

[ Police Radio,

Indistinct ]

[ Panting ]

[ Chuckles ]

[ Panting Continues ]

[ Grunting, Groaning ]

[ Yelling ]

- What the hell are you?.

- A concerned citizen.

[Sirens Wailing]

[ Groans ]

Thanks for the donation.

[Indistinct Talking]

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.

[ Woman ] 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 sh*t 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.

[Stan ]

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 1 2-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.

[ Groans ]

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.

[ Groaning ]

Water!

[ Groans ]

[ Grunts ]

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.

[ Chuckles ]

And for that,

[ Groans ]

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.

[ Grunts ]

[ Male Computer Voice ]

All clear on track 85.

No oncoming trains.

Access tunnel 1 8.

Auxiliary tracks in use.

Approaching destination.

[ Computer]

Good night, Dr. Westlake.

Good night.

[ Female Computer Voice ]

Cheers, Doctor.

Computer status report:

lab control systems static.

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