Darkman III: Die Darkman Die Page #3

Put him out, please.

This Westlake

is beginning to piss me off.

So this is where you hide, Rooker.

(Angela ) 'Where's Mr Bunny?

Oh, he was hiding, huh?'

- Why does he hide, huh?

- Will Daddy kiss me good night?

Not tonight, honey, OK?

Daddy doesn't love us any more.

Does he, Mom?

(Sighs ) Oh, honey.

It's not that...

Daddy has just been very distracted

by his work lately.

But things will get better.

I promise, OK?

- What about tomorrow night?

- Don't worry. He'll be here, OK?

(Camera clicks )

- Damn!

- You hear something?

Yeah.. .your mouth.

Shut up.

(Phone rings )

(Nico ) Hello,

Peter Rooker's residence.

He what?

I don't give a sh*t about Mitchell.

(Nico ) We'll deal with him.

Just do it.

This election's got everybody crazy.

I want you to clear my schedule,

everything.

Bridget's doing it tomorrow night.

Everything, Peter?

(Nico ) Tomorrow?

What about the other thing

here at the house?

- Cancel it.

- That might cause complications.

(Rooker) Just do it.

(Nico ) Peter, it wouldn't be wise.

(Westlake ) My skin.

Can you stall them till I get here?

- Of course.

- Thank you, Nico.

Gotcha!

(Rooker's voice ) Cancel it.

(Nico's voice )

That might cause complications.

(Rooker) Just do it.

Do you think you can stall them

till I get here?

(Nico ) Of course.

(Rooker) Thank you, Nico. I want you

to clear my schedule, everything.

- Bridget's doing it tomorrow.

- (Nico ) Tomorrow?

(Computer) Initiating digital scan

of subject photograph.

Digitisation complete.

(Rooker) Do you think

you can stall them till I get here?

(Nico ) Of course.

(Rooker) Thank you, Nico.

I want you to clear

my schedule, everything.

- Bridget's doing it tomorrow.

- (Nico ) Tomorrow? What about.. .?

(Assumes voice ) Do you think

you can stall them.. .? No!

(Rewinds tape )

(Rooker) Do you think

you can stall them.. .?

Do you think

you can stall them.. .? No!

(Rewinds tape )

(Rooker) Do you think

you can stall.. .?

(In Rooker's voice )

Do you think you can stall them.. .?

(Laughs )

Yes.

(Computer) Beginning three

dimensional photographic imaging.

It's time to meet your match, Rooker.

(Sinister laugh)

(Computer) Completed.

Massive perimeter violation.

Multiple intruders in Quadrant B.

Alert. Intruder alert.

You've come for me.

(Computer) Subject mask

synthesis complete.

Implementing skin matrix formula

number 2,714.

Alert. Inner perimeter violated.

(EK) What's that noise?

(Man ) It's coming right at us.

(Westlake laughs )

- Incoming. Look out!

- Out of the way!

(Nico ) Son of a b*tch!

Whoa!

(Westlake yells)

- You missed!

- I'll make it up, Mr Rooker.

Yes, you will.

The serum appears to replicate

Westlake's condition...

by re-aligning

the central nervous system...

causing augmented strength...

fomenting rapid healing.

It remains to be seen

if the synthetic

causes the same psychological trauma

as seen in subject Westlake.

Daddy? Oh, I'm sorry, Daddy.

Don't get mad.

- Why would I?

- You're sleeping at your office.

- Right, Daddy?

- Yeah, that's...

That's right, Jenny.

Why don't you go back to bed?

Yes, Daddy.

Daddy, may I have some

hot chocolate, please?

- You know where it is.

- But it's dark.

Haven't you ever been afraid

of the dark?

OK, Jenny,

but Daddy doesn't have much time.

(All) Surprise!

(All) # Happy birthday to you

# Happy birthday to you

# Happy birthday, dear Peter.. . #

Didn't expect you so soon.

Everything all right?

Yes.

Thanks for showing up.

Peter, please. Everybody's watching.

Sorry. Would you like a drink?

(Song begins )

Doesn't that song remind you

of our wedding?

We danced all night.

I couldn't find you all night.

You and my maid of honour.

And you forgot

your wedding ring again.

At least you had the sense

to leave her there, too.

- Peter, are you all right?

- Yes...yes.

Attention, everybody.

I propose a toast to the guest

of honour, my nephew Peter.

(All cheer)

Rooker is fixated

on taking out Mitchell

and selling the drug on the street.

But the more I think about it...

legitimate medicine offers

a virtually unlimited profit.

The underground's peanuts compared

to international pharmaceuticals.

Well, I'll just have to

talk him into it.

Like I've talked him

into everything else.

Note - call my sources in the drug

industry and get ball park...

(Pants ) You scared me.

How long have you been here?

Is there a problem?

No, no.

Shall we begin?

Let's.

(Chatter)

(Woman ) Wonderful party, Peter.

It's time, Peter.

Everybody wants to hear you play.

- Play?

- For sure.

There's never been a celebration

at which my nephew

has not insisted on playing a sonata

on his treasured baby grand,

and there never will be, right?

Right, yeah.

Play.

Come on, Daddy. Play.

(Applause )

Go on, Peter.

Come on, Peter. Play.

Play.

Oh, here he goes.

(Applause )

- Uh-huh.

- OK.

( # Pop Goes the Weasel)

So, this shot...

It's going to make us strong, right?

As an ox - to match your IQ.

She wants to match my IQ.

Joey, Joey, Joey...

I'm worried the serum may have

psychological side effects.

- Meaning?

- We're talking about a new science.

Westlake's nervous system

is different.

They may become belligerent. You

might not be able to control them.

Let me worry about that -

just make them strong.

( # Pop Goes the Weasel)

(Door bell)

- Warrant?

- Read it and weep, big mouth.

(Police ) Everybody stay

where they are.

Take this. Peter?

What's Mitchell doing here?

He's here as a civilian observer

until Tuesday's election,

when he officially goes to work

smashing your boss's operation.

Tear this place apart.

What's going on, Peter?

(Policeman )

I'll be in the kitchen. Excuse me.

I gave them a sedative

to keep them quiet

while their nervous systems

adjust to the drug.

Happy birthday, sweetheart.

I'll bring you a piece of cake.

It's an intimidation thing.

They're trying to make you look weak

in front of everyone. Stay strong.

Look, Mitchell,

I don't want any trouble.

That's something you should have

thought of a long time ago.

I'm bringing you down.

Let's not make a big thing.

For a good deal,

I'll name every criminal operation

in town, how's that?

- Peter? What are you doing?

- I'm not going to jail for anyone.

It looks like our informant

was mistaken.

The house is clean.

I apologise for any inconvenience.

Thank you. OK, fellas, let's go.

- I'll call after the election.

- I think we can do business.

Jenny, it's your bedtime.

Come on, Daddy.

I've got something for you.

For your birthday. Come on,

Daddy, open it. It's for you.

- It's beautiful.

- I made it myself.

You did?

Good night, Daddy.

I love you. Happy birthday.

Thank you.

Where's my disk?

What is it you want, Peter?

Tucking Jenny in?

Playing duets, when you'd never let

her near that piano?

You finally want a divorce,

don't you?

(Beeping)

You want everyone to see you're a

great father so you'll get custody?

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