Darkman II: The Return of Durant Page #5

dollars for the building.

- A million dollars?.

Is that what this is about?.

They killed David!

They tortured him!

- Laurie, is everything okay?.

- It's fine, Bubba. Thanks.

Okay.

Look, I mean,

I don't even know you.

I loved my brother. When David

left me the building, he gave

me a way out of this life.

I can go back to school.

I can make a difference

with myself because of David.

-It's all he ever wanted for me.

-It's blood money, Laurie.

Well, I'm sorry, Peyton,

I'm signing the papers tomorrow.

Do you have any idea how many

post office boxes there are

in this town?.

I had a cop friend of mine

run the fingerprints you left

at the restaurant.

You don't have

any fingerprints.

Do you... Dr. Westlake?.

They buried a box

full of ashes,

but Peyton Westlake

didn't die in that fire,

did he?

- Most of him died.

- Not many people rise

from the dead.

You're news.

Durant's news.

I'm a reporter.

That's all this is for you,

just another story.

-It's the truth; it's what I do.

What is it for you, revenge?.

-Revenge?.

That man destroyed my life!

He took my face, my hands!

He took my life!

I want to see Durant dead.

He tortured and murdered

David Brinkman.

He will kill again,

and he will keep on killing

until someone stops him.

And that someone

is going to be me.

Westlake,

my sources tell me...

there's been

shipments of plutonium

brought into the city.

Last week, Alfred Hathaway,

a weapons genius, was broken

out of a looney bin.

If he's working with Durant,

this could be huge.

If I expose Durant on the air,

his plans are finished.

No! That'll only drive

Durant underground.

The way to stop him

is from the inside.

I'm going public tonight.

You want Durant; I want

the story. It's big.

- Stay out of it, Jill.

- When I break this,

Durant's going down.

- Five seconds, four, three--

- Camera one.

Good evening, for Street Copy,

I'm Jill Randall.

That's it, Jill.

What is it about today's

relationships? What is it

that keeps the magic?

But first, the death last week

of crime lord Rollo Latham cast

an unwelcome light on the past.

[Jill On TV]

The link between a big city

development corporation...

and the criminal empire

of Robert G. Durant...

may be behind Latham 's

spectacular and untimely end.

Here you go, boss.

This picture, taken by our

Street Copy investigative team,

clearly shows Robert G. Durant,

Long-missing and thought dead

by city police.

What an unflattering

photograph.

What is he up to?

Why has the reemergence of one

of this country's most notorious

criminals been kept a secret?.

I'll have more for you tomorrow

as I continue our series,

"The Fall of a Kingpin. "

For Street Copy,

I'm Jill Randall. Good night.

I'm gonna kill her!

Putz.

Jill!

That pretty face has just

talked you out of a job, honey.

Bob! Jill!

The switchboard is going nuts!

Sir, let me explain.

They love it!

We've had more calls

than when we ran

the Fergie pictures.

You are a genius.

Super job!

And you, Bob,

keep it up, buddy!

Good stuff!

Yes!

You're an a**hole.

[ Laughing ]

Jill, baby, I loved it.

The best work youve ever done!

- Caught my broadcast?.

- It was a big mistake.

- Hmm, it was news.

- Durant will notice.

A lot of people will notice,

hopefully the networks.

We both want to stop him.

Publicity is one thing

Durant doesn't want.

Trust me on this.

Reporter's instincts.

I'm right, I think.

Just be careful, okay?.

Uh-huh.

Peyton, I like this look.

[ Chuckles ]

Jill!

[ Tires Screeching]

[ Computer Beeping ]

Okay, Eddie, let's see.

[Female Computer Voice ]

Initiating subject

photograph digitization.

Digitization completed.

[ Darkman ] Process voice.

[ Eddie's Voice ] I think

she really digs me, man.

I think she really digs me, man.

I think she really

digs me, man.

I think she really digs me.

I think she really

digs me, man.

I think she really

digs me, man.

I think she really

digs me, man.

No, no, come on!

I think she really digs me, man.

I think she really

digs me, man.

Yes, yes.

[ Man ] Hey, Bob, wait up!

[ Man ] Taxi!

[ Toilet Flushing ]

[ Humming ]

You forgot to zip your fly,

Eddie.

Oh.

Thanks, Bud.

Uh! [ Chokes ]

You son of a b*tch!

You killed David,

you killed him!

[ Toilet Flushing ]

Enjoy your nap.

Okay, yes, thank you.

Late again, Eddie?.

Where the hell

have you been?

In the bathroom.

We've got a meeting.

Come on, before he gives you

a golf lesson.

Eddie, you look like sh*t.

I do?.

Sit down, wedge head.

Don't tell me you're back

with that b*tch Margie again?.

That chick messes

with your mind, man.

[ Yelling ]

- I'll kill you!

- Eddie!

- Westlake!

- [ Yelling ]

[ Bangs On Table ]

Eddie!

Hello!

Uh, sorry.

[ Clears Throat ]

Have you been drinking again?

Never mind.

Whatever your problem is,

I suggest you keep it at home.

- Do you understand?

- Totally, boss.

[ Sighs ]

The equipment, Eddie!

Um...

It's, uh, movin'

right on schedule, boss.

- It'll be ready.

- Make sure that it is.

[Knocking On Door]

Excuse me, sir.

Miss Brinkman is here

to sign the papers.

Ah, goody.

Miss Brinkman, I believe you've

already met Mr. Scholley.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

I'm Robert G. Durant.

I'm president of Inter-City Land

Development's parent company.

- Durant?.

- Please call me Robert.

Do sit down.

As you can see,

the check is already prepared.

All we need is

your signature on these X's,

then the check is yours

and the building is ours.

[ Chuckling ]

Something the matter,

Miss Brinkman?.

I can't-- I can't sell you

the building.

Is it the price?.

No.

Excuse me, I--

Excuse me--

[ Sighs ] What is it

with these Brinkmans?.

Eddie, take Roy with you

and bring her back.

She will sign.

[ Woman ]

Hold the elevator, please?

Thank you.

What are you doing?.

Open the door!

She's gonna--

Eddie!

Taxi!

Laurie!

You have to get away from here.

Durant's gonna have you killed.

What's he doing?.

Sh*t!

Eddie, you moron,

open the door!

I thought you were working

for him!

I am-- I'm not.

It's complicated.

You gotta get out

of here now!

What the hell is your problem?.

Some freak duked me

in the washroom.

Who?. What?.

Hey, that's me.

That's him?.

It can't be!

Why are you helping me?.

It's a long story.

Get away from here.

Go as far and as fast

as you can.

- [Eddie/Darkman ] Go!

- [Roy] Hey, Eddie!

Hey, Eddie!

[Roy] Hey, Whitey!

Whitey, open the door!

[ Eddie/Darkman ] Go, go!

Westlake!

Get the girl! Go!

Move it!

[ Tires Screeching,

Horns Honking ]

- Hurry!

- [ Man ] Watch it, a**hole!

Whoa! [ Grunting ]

[ Groaning ] Hold it!

- Let's go. Let's move!

- C'mon, you guys!

[Screaming]

[ Tires Screeching]

[ Man ] Hey, watch it, buddy!

[ Crowd Screaming]

- Laurie!

- Sh*t.

- Let's go! Come on!

- I'm doing the best I can.

Laurie, stop!

Laurie!

Laurie! Laurie!

- Laurie!

- Wait, stop! We have

to pick up that man.

Which one, lady?.

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