Darkman III: Die Darkman Die
- R
- Year:
- 1996
- 87 min
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My name is Peyton Westlake.
I WAS a scientist on the verge
of an amazing liquid skin discovery,
until they took it all away.
(Yells)
They smashed my life
into a million pieces.
Everything was destroyed -
my work, my dreams.. .everything.
(Yells)
They burned away my identity -
leaving me for dead.
(Woman ) Take him to the burn unit.
Stat. Just hold on, pal.
I'm with you.
(Westlake ) But I wasn't truly dead.
Driven by uncontrollable surges
of adrenaline,
I had the strength of ten men.
I became a monster,
left to lurk in the shadows.
Now science is my only hope.
My synthetic skin formula
gave me back my face...
but only for 99 minutes.
99 minutes...
As I try to rebuild myself, I fight
for those who have no defender.
Now crime has a new enemy.
And justice has a brand new face.
(Ship's horn )
Show time.
Come on, let's move.
So this is yours?
Are you going ecological, Rooker?
Demolition and reclamation,
Johnny Lee. That's where it's at.
Intact, pigeons wouldn't live
in this dump.
In pieces, it's worth millions.
A good businessman follows the money,
Johnny Lee. That's why I diversify -
property, businesses.. .you.
Nico.
Guys...
I don't get it.
Your organisation handles
coke, weed, crack...
But you.. . You show up to supervise
a two-bit shipment of steroids.
I'm not into drugs.
- What the f*** is this sh*t?
- Strength.
Thank you. Get the rest, Adam.
Hey, good-looking.
Hmm?
Game, set and match.
Always a pleasure doing business
with you, Rooker.
- How's he doing?
- Er, Peter?
The light should've turned this
as blue as a bruise. Sh*t's been cut.
Are you shorting me?
F***. It ain't happenin' on my end.
Of course it's not.
How long have we been
doing business? Five years?
- At least four.
- We've had drinks, swapped jokes...
Did you really think
Like the taste of that, Rooker?
I pissed in it.
Put that in the car, Adam.. . ADAM!
You flipped, man?
- What the f*** is wrong with you?!
- Jesus, somebody cold clocked me.
What the f***?!
Get him! He's got the money,
the son of a b*tch!
Come back here, you a**hole! Hey!
Come here!
God damn you!
God damn you!
Hey!
So it's true.
Get him! Get him!
Jesus!
- I'm gonna get him!
- Who is this guy?
(Screams )
Going down.
Sh*t!
- You made me look real bad.
- You could do worse.
(Squelching)
(Screams )
Run, coward, run.
(Sinister laugh)
(Car horn )
(PA) 'Medicom Laboratories
is now closing.
'All exits will be locked
in 15 minutes.
- How you doing, Doc?
- What have you got?
The portacom and the gene splicer.
- DNA sequencer?
- I'll work on it.
Is that enough?
I've got a slightly dinged-up
microscope I'll let you have cheap.
- No, I need that sequencer.
- OK, OK. Get back to me.
Yeah, yeah. He was just here.
Yeah, it's on there.
OK, and remember,
you f***in' owe me. OK.
I know you're out there.
(Computer)
Welcome back, Dr Westlake.
(Machinery powers up )
through tunnels four, five, eight.
Tunnel 12, train in transit.
Sensors clear.
(Screeching)
Lab perimeter secure. No irregular
activity in monitored areas.
Good night, Dr Westlake.
Home, sweet home.
(Squelching)
lab control systems: static.
Liquid-skin system,
cryogenic storage: active capacity.
Hypo-tube processors: idling at 12%.
Systems await your command, Doctor.
Next status report in 30 minutes.
(Miaows )
Hello, kitty. Hello, kitty.
You think I brought you some milk,
don't you? I'm afraid not, my friend.
No, no, no.
Well, back to work.
You handsome devil.
Initiating digital scan
of subject photograph.
Digitisation complete.
Beginning three-dimensional
photographic imaging.
Completed.
(Crackling)
Implementing skin matrix formula,
number 3,714.
(Bubbling)
Maybe this will be the one.
(Computer) Estimated
photosensitivity index: unknown.
Begin countdown.
(Sighs )
99 minutes, plus...
They're holding! They're holding!
(Laughs )
We did it! We did it!
We broke the 99-minute barrier!
(Laughs )
We did it! We did it! We did it!
(Rings )
(TV) Unfortunately,
time does march on.
(Computer)
Photosensitivity reaction.
Skin matrix breakdown at 99 minutes.
Failure, 99 minutes. Failure.
(TV) I hate the way I look,
but what can I do?
Introducing Sudden Youth,
a breakthrough for everyone with...
(Yells)
(Piano plays gently)
Let us review, shall we, gentlemen?
We need a replacement for Mr Lee.
I'm down $100,000.
And an open casket is definitely out
for Adam's funeral.
- Nico?
- The drugs were ruined.
Ah!
My merchandise, my money and poor
Adam, all lost because of one man.
What could we do? He was tossing us
around like we were nothing.
You're less than nothing.
You're pathetic.
Give me five men as strong as him
and I could own this town.
Peter?
(TV) .. Diane Platts
at the high school. Diane?
Thanks, Bill.
I'm at a local high school
where another student,
a football player, has died
from the abuse of illegal steroids.
what is now being called Roid Rage.
For more, here's Paul Raney.
With Tuesday's race for district
attorney beginning to heat up,
showing a commanding lead,
Ryan Mitchell seems certain to win.
Earlier today he outlined
his proposed war on drugs.
(Mitchell)
working in our city.
Elect me your new district attorney
and I will see
that this dangerous element
leaking this insidious drug
onto the streets,
that these animals...
Animals?!
Who's he calling an animal?.!
Nico.
The election's a week away
and he behaves as if he's already in.
Well, he's got balls,
I'll give him that.
The polls give him ten points over
our man. He says he has big plans...
- Governor, senator...
- I've got my own plans for Mitchell.
Daddy, look, my new dress!
- Not now, Jenny!
- (Woman ) Peter?!
I thought I told you not to interrupt
me when I was discussing business.
- Sorry, I thought...
- Don't think, Angela, please.
It just gets you in trouble.
What's that she's wearing?
That's her costume
for the school play.
If you ever spent more than five
minutes with her, you'd know that.
Now, gentlemen.
Mr Mitchell.
Dissolution at 99 minutes...
Perimeter violation.
- Alert, intruder in passage.
- What have we here?
Alert! Intruder! Intruder!
Let's find out.
- You scared me.
- How did you find me?
- With this.
- Ah! A tracking device.
I planted it in the crate
you took from Medicom.
I've been trying
to find you for months.
You're very smart.
I hope you're smart enough
to find your way back.
Please! Dr Westlake!
Just hear me out.
My name is Bridget Thorne.
Dr Bridget Thorne.
I attended you at County Medical.
Attended? (Laughs )
Should I thank you or kill you?
You were nearly dead
when they brought you in.
In terrible pain.
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