Darkman III: Die Darkman Die Page #2

We had no choice.

We had to sever your thalamic nerve.

I know you can't feel anything

any more.

- But now your burns have healed...

- Healed?!

Does this look healed, Doctor?

I've already seen what's

beneath the mask, but go ahead.

I believe I can repair

your nervous system.

- Impossible. It's never been done.

- Not yet.

But I've developed a new micro

surgery procedure. My own design.

- All I need is a subject.

- You mean a human lab rat.

- Right?

- I won't lie.

Go home, Doctor.

You're wasting your time.

But if we can repair your nerves,

you'll be able to feel again.

Think about the contribution

we'll make

in the study of the nervous system.

Nobody will ever have

to go through this again.

Let me tell you something,

Doctor Bridget Thorne.

It's been a while since I've cared

for anybody and I'm not starting now.

- Just trust me.

- Why? Because you're a doctor?

No. Because I care.

- Your facility is fully equipped?

- The best, I promise.

I'm not interested in your promises,

I'm interested in your lab.

I need a DNA sequencer for research.

I have a Pace Tower 9000.

Top of the line.

As much log-time as I want?

Yes.

And we can be there in 20 minutes.

It's quiet, it's private,

and you won't believe

the deal I got on the rent.

Well, it certainly is spacious.

Who pays for this?

I wish I could say it was university

money or a genius grant.

Truth is Daddy pays for everything.

That must be nice.

He's always believed in my work.

Synthetic skin? Wow!

- This is really quite brilliant.

- Yeah, for 99 minutes.

Then it's a total failure.

Why?

Light waves break down the cells.

That's why I need your sequencer.

To find a formula

that will be permanent.

I don't need your pity.

I don't pity you, Peyton.

I just want you to know.. .that you

don't have to wear a mask for me.

Comparative study of DNA matrix

test formula 101, 102 and 106.

Mark.

You sure don't waste any time,

do you?

What's on the disk?

My work - study, research.

Somehow this survived the fire.

Maybe you should make a back up.

Maybe I should pass it around town,

let everybody have a crack at it.

Hey, I'm on your side, remember?

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

Come on, time for your check-up.

Just hold on, pal. I'm with you.

(Screams )

(Bridget) So you want to feel again?

(Bridget) You're a freak!

Nothing but a freak!

(Bridget laughs demonically)

(Westlake screams incoherently)

(Gasps )

Bridget?

Bridget? Where are you?

Let's get to work.

DNA sequencing - stable.

3-2-1-6-1.

Molecular balance

and structure - holding.

Matrix alignment appears coherent.

(Laughs )

- Peyton!

- Huh?

- You're awake!

- Bridget, it worked!

It what?!

You shouldn't feel sensation

for at least a week.

Not that. Come, take a look at this.

I must've been almost there

when my lab was destroyed.

With the data on disk

the DNA sequencer was able to arrange

the cells in the correct pattern.

I don't understand.

Voila! Liquid skin cells.

- How long have they lasted?

- 300 minutes and counting.

(Laughs )

I've been synthesising a sample and

I've got almost enough for my face.

- Have you tested it?

- Watch. Hold this.

Cheers, Doctor.

Now watch closely.

Yes.

(Westlake laughs )

Ah!

You've perfected liquid skin.

I don't even know

how it works, Bridget,

but by tomorrow,

I'll have the secret...

and the skin.

I was wrong to doubt you.

I had a nightmare.

I dreamt you were laughing at me,

trying to hurt me.

- But now I know the truth...

- The truth is it was no dream!

What?!

Say hello to Daddy.

No!

(High-pitched bleep )

Good job.

You'll make a believer out of me yet.

- What did you do to me?

- The operation was a great success.

I reconnected your thalamic nerve,

all right.

Reconnected it to this.

What do you want?

I want my $100,000 dollars you stole.

But since I can't have it,

I'll take you in trade.

No! Not my work! No!

(Screams )

(Bridget laughs evilly)

(Water drips )

(Yells)

(Bridget) I reconnected

your thalamic nerve, all right.

(Rooker cackles ) Nothing but a freak!

(Westlake ) No! No! No!

Gotta get out.

He's out.

Learn to shoot, you bunch of gummers!

Hello!

- Hey, French fry!

- Ah, no.

Do it.

He made it!

- What do you want from me?

- Your strength.

- And if I don't give it?

- I destroy your research.

And you'll always look

like the bottom of a shoe.

I'll kill you! (Screams )

You see,

it goes something like this...

you can either be a good boy, or...

I can give you more of this.

Personally, I'd be a good boy.

His strength increases with stress.

With luck, the obstacle course

pushed him to a ten.

Get him on the table. I want a blood

sample while he's still amped up.

I trusted you!

Life's a b*tch.. .and so am I.

- (Sighs ) Ah, women.

- Never touch them.

Shh!

(Yells)

You! Why me?

No ID, no face, no prints.

You were the perfect subject...

until you disappeared

from the hospital.

Rooker thought I was scamming him,

till you appeared at his steroid buy.

You are a doctor! A healer!

By using your adrenal samples,

I can synthesise a black market drug

that'll make Rooker's steroids

look like rat piss.

(Laughs )

- You're selling it?

- Just think. Football, boxing...

Almost any sport.

Do you know what that's worth?

I can fund

a dozen research facilities.

- Creating more of me?

- Oh, no...

Better than you.

I'm nobody's lab rat,

do you understand?

I have successfully replicated

Dr Westlake's strength and stamina

in each of my control animals.

The subjects show

radically increased strength.

(Rat squeals)

(Cat growls)

(Rattling and thudding)

What's he doing to that cat?

(Cat screams )

Now, that's a rat.

(Yells)

I trusted you!

Yes.

(Cackles )

Yeah...

(Yells)

(Crackles and whirrs )

Now I've got you.

So it's all there?

Chemical matrix,

metabolic rate, DNA spool...

Give that to any half decent lab and

we'll have a synthetic on the street

by the end of the week.

EK, waste the freak, please.

Thank you.

I need my boys ready by Tuesday.

Not a problem.

You guarantee they'll be

as strong as Westlake?

I guarantee they'll make you happy.

And happy as they make you,

I'll make you happier.

You want to do it in the lab?

Yes, please.

I love when you say please.

Son of a b*tch.

Hey, man! Where are you?

You can hide from me...

but you can't...

hide from this.

(Yells)

- You ain't so tough.

- Tough enough.

(Yells in agony )

(Laughs ) You've got an eyeful!

(Bridget moans with pleasure )

Peter?

Angela.

(Laughs ) You know Dr Thorne. She's

in the industrial reclamation field.

I'm sure she knows all about thrash.

Actually, I have a PhD in it.

Thank you, Doctor.

You have some, um.. .L ipstick.

How many times have you promised me

no more affairs?

And I keep believing you.

- What is it you want?

- Jenny.

She loves you, Peter.

You hardly see her any more.

- She NEEDS you...

- Peter.. . Peter, we have a problem.

Go home, Angela.

We'll discuss this later.

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