Darkman II: The Return of Durant Page #4

It's the '90s,Jill.

Fake orgasms--

Are they better?

Women want to know.

People want to watch.

- Jill, you're not

working for the networks.

- No, not yet.

I am tired of you

ignoring your assignments.

- I suggest you drop the 'tude.

- Bob, I'm not doing a story...

on fake orgasms.

I am the one who

decides what the viewers

want to see, not you.

Oh.

Fine.

Let's make this simple.

- Shape up, or you're gone.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

[ Videotape Rewinding]

Bullshit.

[ Westlake ]

Television really is

going to hell.

Who the hell are you?

I saw your broadcast

on Robert G. Durant

and Rollo Latham.

You're very good.

Yeah.

What do you want?.

There was a murder

on the east side

a couple of nights ago.

- A man named Dr. Brinkman

was beaten to death.

- It's a violent world.

Would you be interested

if I told you I had reason to

believe Durant was involved?.

I'd be interested

if you could prove

Durant's alive.

Brinkman

had a finger missing.

This is Durant's signature.

He cuts fingers off his victims

with a cigar cutter.

Just because

there's a finger missing

doesn't prove anything.

The killer

could be a lunatic

with a finger fetish.

No. I don't think so.

Mmm?.

Brinkman's building was

purchased by a company called

Inter-City Land Development.

I'd like you to find out

who owns it.

- How do I get

in touch with you?.

- I'll contact you.

You'd better not be

wasting my time.

Brinkman.

Mr. Durant.

Mr. Perkins.

Thank you for coming.

It's an unusual pleasure

to meet an American

like yourself.

Uh-huh. Let me tell you

something, Durant.

This country

is going to hell.

The police don't have

the weapons to stop it,

the courts don't have the will,

and the people--

Damn, Durant,

the people are bereft...

of the fundamental guts

necessary to take back

our streets.

Precisely.

And what is needed to

take back those streets

is firepower.

New weapons

for a new age.

This is the prototype of

a gun we like to call

"The Vigilante."

In one fell swoop,

this weapon makes obsolete

the guns of every criminal

in this city.

You know, Durant,

I don't much like

science fiction.

This isn't science fiction,

Mr. Perkins!

This, sir,

is science "fact"-ion.

This rifle

is a prototype.

The production model will

be powered by plutonium

carbide batteries.

Well, now.

Uh, just what is the range

on this here thing, huh?.

Oh, it will track and

disintegrate moving targets

up to three kilometers.

Its range against

stationary objects

is limited only...

by the...

curvature of the Earth.

Sh*t. With this gun,

we could save this nation

from itself.

This is not recommended

for indoor use.

Just what is the price tag

on one of these puppies,

Durant?.

They are five

million dollars each.

Batteries not included.

- The initial production run

will be 20 rifles.

- When can I have 'em?.

End of the week.

Outstanding. It's been

a pleasure doing business

with you, Durant.

You know, I always say

a man who can 't love

his own country...

can't love a damn thing.

- [ Chuckles ]

- Thank you, Mr. Perkins.

You are a patriot, sir.

I'm just a man following

my own beliefs.

There you go.

[ Whitey]

Gentlemen.

Robert, do you think

it's a good idea...

to sell to someone

who wants to fight crime?.

Hmm.

Marvelous, isn't it?.

As soon as he gets his hands

on those guns, Mr. Perkins

and his neanderthal nazis...

will attack every

criminal organization

in the city.

- Where does that

leave us, boss?.

- Without competition, Edward.

In his patriotic zeal,

Mr. Perkins will level

the playing field for us.

Besides,

in a couple of weeks,

he'll be out of batteries.

Then we can use

the second batch of rifles

to consolidate...

our interests in drugs,

gambling, not to mention

sales to our friends abroad.

The resurgent

Durant organization...

will have a complete,

uncontested monopoly...

over every

criminal enterprise

in this city.

Robert, I have to hand it

to you. You're a genius.

I've always thought so.

[ Man ]

Laurie, if there's anything

we can do, please let us know.

That's very kind.

That was beautiful,

Father.

Take care.

Okay.

Laurie.

Thank you, Gene.

Hi, Laurie.

Hi.

I'm sorry

about your brother.

Thank you.

I want to apologize

for the other day.

No, no. I understand.

I'm all alone now.

I wish I could make

some sense out of this.

You know?.

I'm sorry.

Did you know my brother

very well?.

I was beginning to,

yeah.

[Eddie ]

Miss Brinkman?

Good-bye, Peyton.

I want to thank you

for coming.

Really.

Good-bye.

It was kind of you

to send a car.

It was

the least we could do.

Um--

[ Clears Throat ]

I hope you know that

we share in your loss.

Thank you.

Your firm's been very kind.

Then we'll be seeing you

at the signing?.

All right.

Thank you.

I think she really

digs me, man.

[Shutter Clicks]

You take a look

in the mirror lately?.

[ Click]

She does.

[ Click]

[Engine Starts]

[Limousine Pulls Away]

You're late.

Your directions stink.

I found out who owns Inter-City

Land Development: the late

Rollo Latham was the C.E.O.

The original articles

of incorporation were signed

by Robert G. Durant.

I knew it.

Durant wanted to buy

the Brinkman property.

When David wouldn't sell,

he killed him.

Wait a minute.

We don't know

who killed anybody.

Just because Durant established

Inter-City Land Development

doesn't prove he's still alive.

For all we know,

he could be water skiing

with Jimmy Hoffa in the Bahamas.

Maybe Durant's involved,

maybe he isn't.

But our working relationship

isn't going further until

I know who I'm dealing with.

My name is not important.

I protect my sources.

I'm sure you do,

Miss Randall.

But I'd like

to remain anonymous.

I'll call you

if I learn anything.

Sh*t.

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Well, hello.

Hello.

I'm looking for someone

that works here;

her name is Laurie.

She's upstairs.

What do you need her for

when you can play with me?.

I don't think so.

Oh.

Sometimes I play rough.

Oh, hmm.

Hi.

Laurie!

What are you doing here?.

Is there someplace

we can talk?.

What's this about, Peyton?.

Tell me about those men

with you at the funeral.

They're from Inter-City Land

Development. They're buying

David's building from me.

That whole corporation

is a front.

- They work for a man

named Durant.

- Durant?.

No, I don't know anyone

named Durant.

I do. And I'm here

to tell you that Durant

had your brother killed.

No, the police said

it was an act

of random violence.

Laurie, Durant wanted

David's building.

When David wouldn't

sell it to him,

Durant had him killed.

Do you have any proof

of this?.

These men have been very good

to me. They helped me

with David's funeral.

- They're offering a million

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