Darkman II: The Return of Durant Page #3

for the polymer base.

I used a similar one myself

a few months back.

It didn't work either.

But I was using

negatively-charged ions.

You used a silicon base?.

No, no. Carbon.

But last night

I ran a sample set

using your formulas,

only I reversed the charge

of the ions.

And in full exposure

to sunlight,

this little sucker

lasted 1 73 minutes.

[ Both Laughing ]

You did it!

You beat

the 99-minute barrier!

- You did it.

- Hey, it's only one sample.

But I think together we

could crack the structure for

a permanently stable polymer.

That is, if you'd be

interested in a partnership.

Oh, I'm interested.

I'm very interested.

Only to crack it,

we're gonna need a digital

spectrochronometer.

One of the new 1 000 models.

They're expensive.

No, don't worry.

Money's not a problem.

- What, do you have a grant?.

- No, I, uh, I get donations

from the community.

Partners, then?.

Partners.

[ Laughs ]

When can we start?.

[Beeping]

I have to see somebody.

I have an appointment.

I'll talk to you soon.

This is fantastic.

Thank you.

This is fantastic!

Thank you,

Dr. Brinkman!

Partners, huh?.

[ Laughing ]

[ Beeping ]

[Television, Indistinct ]

Here, kitty, kitty.

Come on.

I have a surprise.

[ Beeping Continues ]

I'd like you to meet

a friend of mine.

- Ah, there you are!

[ Laughing ]

- [ Cat Yowling ]

Come on. Come on.

[ Woman On Television ]

Thank you for that report.

While there's no question

as to the victim's identity,

questions remain unanswered.

Be careful. He bites.

[ Woman ]... the criminal empire

built by Robert G. Durant, who

disappeared a few years ago.

Latham, suspected

in several gangland slayings,

had emerged as a brutal

lord of the underworld;

tonight his reign is over.

His death, police believe,

may signal that there is

more than one contender...

to the throne left vacant

by Robert Durant.

- I'll continue to bring you

more on this story.

- No! David!

Okay.

The D.I.N.I. samples

have stabilized.

The cell membranes--

Mmm--

remain elastic.

And there appears to be

no breakdown...

in cell structure...

or activity after...

Okay.

Let's go for the record,

baby.

[ Telephone Rings ]

Dr. Brinkman, I presume.

- [ Chuckles ]

- Aah!

- No!

- I believe

you're acquainted...

- with a former associate

of mine, Rollo Latham.

- Former?.

Mr. Latham and I

had a falling out.

[ Male Computer Voice ]

Good evening, Dr. Westlake.

Full throttle! Come on!

All you have to do...

is sign.

[ Panting ]

I told him, I'll tell you.

This property's

not for sale.

Rollo made it

very clear that money

was of no interest to you.

I've asked Mr. Druganov

to resume negotiations...

with an incentive you'll

find much more compelling.

One more move, and I'll

perform laser surgery

on each one of you guys.

- Now leave!

- A regular Luke Skywalker.

- Yeah?.

- Whoa!

[ Chuckles ]

Ivan?. Please teach

Dr. Brinkman some manners.

- Are we all clear?.

- [ Computer ] Access

terranean level, tunnel B.

[ Screaming ]

My work! My work!

What's it going to take,

Dr. Brinkman?.

[ Grunting, Yelling ]

[ Groaning ]

[ Laughing, Yelling ]

- [Eddie Giggling]

- [ Muttering In Russian ]

[ Groans ]

[Ivan Laughing]

Come on!

[Brinkman

Groaning]

- [ Screaming ]

- [ Laughing ]

quietly, gentlemen.

This is a school night.

Please! Please, no!

[Ivan ]

You like that! Eddie!

Come here, Eddie!

- [ Laughing ]

- [ Ivan Speaking Russian ]

- Eat!

- [ Men Laughing ]

[ Ivan ]

Eat! Eat!

David!

Oh, no.

David?.

Durant!

[ Darkman ]

It can't be!

He survived!

Robert G. Durant!

Bring the Asian's finger.

It will make a nice

addition to my collection.

[ Cackling ]

[Durant's Voice Echoing]

He's a freak! He's a freak!

He's a freak! He's a freak!

[ Darkman ]

No. No!

Noooooo!

[ Electricity

Crackling ]

Yes!

Music to my ears,

gentlemen.

Aah!

Beautiful.

Beautiful.

Remember,

this is just the prototype.

[ Grunts ]

Get out of the way.

- Power on.

- [Electricity Humming]

- Safety off.

- [ Weapon Beeping]

[ Electrical Cycling

Accelerating ]

Boss!

- [ Grunts ]

- Yes!

- The dawning of a new day!

- Right on.

Shoots a little

to the left.

Still uses

a lot of juice.

Happily, we may have

found the solution

to our power problem.

[ Beeping ]

[Durant ]

Mr. Druganov recently

joined our organization...

after an unusually varied

career in the KGB.

His connections

have afforded us access...

to some exceptional relics

of the Cold War.

Plutonium carbide

energy cells,

courtesy of space program

of former Soviet Union.

Each device is

miniature nuclear reactor...

capable of generating

They were designed to be used

in spy satellites...

Launched over

capitalist countries,

but nobody's launching anymore

so Ivan gets these for us wholesale.

Are they stable?.

These cells were manufactured

by technicians in workers'

paradise of Eastern Uzbekistan.

Only finest Yugoslavian

materials were used

in their engineering.

- They are reliable as

your Ford Pinto.

- [ Chuckles ]

How long

might it take you to...

adapt these to your rifle?.

End of the week okay?.

Oh. Excellent!

[ Chuckling ]

Get started.

Inter-City

Land Development?

Hmm.

Huh. David.

Hmm.

What are you doing here?

Laurie.

I said, what are you

doing here?.

Laurie, it's me, Peyton.

Remember?.

- I was working on a project

with your brother.

- The project's over.

- Laurie,

I'm so sorry about David.

- Get out, okay?. Get out!

Please, just go.

Oh.

[Female Computer Voice ]

Automatic synthetic

skin test.

skin formula experiment

number 4,803.

Okay, Dr. Westlake.

Back to square one.

[ Computer Continues,

Indistinct ]

Why do you do it?.

Why do you get involved

with these people?.

Why do you do this?.

[ Sighs ]

The work on those disks--

brilliant.

But I think together we could

crack the structure for

a permanently stable polymer.

That is, if youd be

interested in a partnership.

[ Westlake ]

Oh, I'm interested.

I'm very interested.

Partners, then?.

Partners.

[ David]

I mean, just

look around this place.

Imagine...

the possibilities.

That's, uh, the dream.

No!

[ Crashing ]

Durant.

Durant.

[ Dan ]

Jill, it's a great story.

Yeah, it's good.

Thank you, Lord.

Oh!

Whoo!

[ Laughs ]

Oh. Okay.

Outta here.

Oh.

So, you comin'?.

Yeah.

I'm gonna check this

one more time.

Go ahead.

I'll see you in the morning.

Jill.

Go home.

Tell Patty I said hi.

You're sure?.

Absolutely.

Good work.

[ Videotape Playing,

Indistinct ]

'Night, Bob.

David.

That's Dan.

Dan.

Jill, did you

get my memo?.

The one about

parking in your space?.

[ Chuckles ] No, the one

cancelling the retrospective

on Rollo Latham.

He's a crime lord, Bob.

He's... dead, Jill.

Besides,

this is Street Copy.

Oh.

It's not our kind of news.

It's about sensationalism.

It's about ratings.

Now, you had an assignment.

How come you're not on it?.

Well, for starters,

it's fundamentally asinine.

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