Darkman III: Die Darkman Die Page #4

Damn it, look at me.

You are not taking Jenny

away from me.

(Whispers ) No!

- Peter?

- I gotta go.

Is it too much to ask for you

to come see Jenny's play tomorrow?

Where's everybody going?

It's my birthday.

See you in hell, Rooker.

What? Someone burn the cake?

You'll be lucky

if that's all we burn, Rooker.

Nico, what's going on?

Peter, I know you know what you're

doing but this is serious sh*t.

What?

You just told Mitchell you'd give up

all our people if he cut you a deal.

- Mitchell?.!

- And the whole police force!

- Peter?

- WHAT!?

Good night.

I closed up the safe.

The safe?!

It's Westlake, you idiot!

Westlake?!

(Thug) Come on!

- Man, I feel f***ing great!

- (All) Yeah!

You are losing!

Not any more, Joey!

They're every bit as strong as

Westlake on only half the dose.

- Imagine them at full strength.

- I am.

Street punks. They think guns make

them strong. Well, they're wrong.

You want to make a point stick,

you use your fists.

That's enough, children.

Westlake, that son of a b*tch

was in my home.

Sold me out

to Mitchell and the cops.

No matter what, I'll be there

tomorrow, when he takes that stage

and opens his fat mouth to thank

those people for electing him DA.

I'll stand and watch these hopped-up

punks rip him limb from limb.

How could the beast tell her?

For the first time he was frightened.

Sorry I'm late.

- Don't be afraid.

- I'm not afraid of anything.

- You dance well.

- As do you, sir.

Get out!

Get OUT!

(Roars )

For how could a monstrous creature

ever hope for the love of a woman?

Much less one so beautiful? How could

the beast tell her the truth?

- I think you were just wonderful!

- Thank you, Mommy.

I didn't think you'd make it.

I came for you and Jenny.

That's all we ever wanted, Peter.

I don't believe it, Jenny's play,

dinner at Chez Royale.

My God!

What has come over you, Peter?

- Hi, Angela!

- Hi!

Jimmy, you were so good!

So was Jenny.

I want to introduce you

to my husband.

Peter?

- Another time.

- Yeah, sure.

Bye, Jimmy.

Mom, where did Dad go?

I don't know, honey.

Come on, let's go home.

I don't care about them. I can't

care. I want my disk back, my work.

It's my life.

Ah, Jenny.

God help me.

(Angela ) The whole week before

she couldn't eat, she couldn't sleep,

she was so excited.

(Laughs )

Mrs Rooker?

Can I speak with you

for a moment, please?

Phyllis, I'll talk to you later. Yes?

It's you and Jenny, you have to

get away from your husband.

Excuse me?

I know you don't recognise me,

but I've been to your home.

(Bell rings )

Let me explain.

My name is Peyton Westlake.

- Westlake?

- Yes.

I'm a scientist.

- I know your husband...

- Jenny!

- I've been perfecting a liquid skin.

- Get in, honey.

I can make masks

to make me look like other people.

Is this a joke?

You're not listening.

It was me that held your hand

at Jenny's play.

You're crazy.

The beast was lucky to have

such a beauty.

Mommy, who's this?

Honey, be quiet.

- I was with my husband.

- No. You were with me.

Oh, my God!

Search your heart, Angela.

Angela, please! Take Jenny and get

away from him while you still can.

He's dangerous!

- Who was that?

- I don't know, honey.

I don't know.

- Honey, go up and do your homework.

- OK, Mom.

Peter?

Peter!

Nico, ah.. .where's Peter?

I have to talk to him.

He sent me to pick you up.

You're meeting him for dinner,

remember? Chez Royale.

Right.

I found Westlake

and synthesised the drug.

Now that I've given you everything

you wanted...

I want what's mine.

- I remember.

- Tell me again.

I take my wife to her favourite

restaurant, Chez Royale.

And then?

I order her favourite Burgundy.

I don't care about Angela, I can't.

I don't care about anybody else.

I don't give a damn

about anybody else.

(Rooker) 'He brings the Burgundy.

I make a heartfelt toast.

(Bridget) Something goes wrong?

(Rooker) Something terrible.

But it looks like

a retribution hit.

NO!

(Rooker) Retribution hit.

(Evil cackling)

Peyton!

(Chattering)

Angela!

- You look beautiful.

- Thank you.

They're beautiful.

Angela. I've been wanting

to do this for a long time.

I'm sorry I missed Jenny's play.

I got tied up in a meeting.

- I'll make it up to her.

- But.. .you were late...

I'll make it up to you, too,

I promise.

Merango, we'll have the burgundy now,

thank you.

Dr Peyton Westlake

came to see me today.

Hmm.. . Now, isn't that interesting?

So it's all true, isn't it, Peter?

Isn't it?

(Computer)

Maximum acceleration achieved.

Peter, I'm leaving you.

You and your affairs

and your dirty business deals.

And I'm taking Jenny with me.

I don't think so, Angela.

(Everyone screams )

That woman, she.. . she...

She was my mistress.

You had her killed in front of me.

I did it for you, Angela.

I want us to make a new start.

- Please!

- You're insane!

Go!

She's going to get Jenny. Follow her

and bring them both to the site.

I have to go and vote now.

Bridget. Where has he taken her?

I guess he knew all along

I was using him.

Where is Rooker?

Mitchell's.. .hit...

(Siren approaches )

- Shall we get pumped up?

- Yeah, gimme that.

OK.

Come on, come on. Mack, move it.

Rooker. What the hell

are you doing here?

I'm here to celebrate the victory.

I don't know what you're up to, but

until you testify, we still got you.

Yes, you do.

Keep an eye on him.

Confidence is running high tonight

in the Mitchell camp.

Early results point

towards a landslide win.

Mitchell's strong-man image

seems to have hit a responsive chord

among the voters.

Security check, sir.

Sorry, but we have to check everyone.

Better than expected.

Cool off.

We are ready, Mr Rooker.

I will not fail you again.

Of course not. You know what to do.

Wait till Mitchell is centre stage,

the cameras rolling,

then rip his f***ing head off.

Exactly.

(Compere ) Ladies and gentlemen,

can I have your attention, please?

Candidates Truste and Vans have just

conceded the race to Ryan Mitchell!

(Applause and cheering)

(Compere ) It's been a long road.

A lot of people worked

very hard for this.

Ryan will be here shortly,

so hold on.

This party's just getting started.

(Whooping and cheering)

Mr Mitchell would like a moment.

He's interested in cutting that deal.

He is?

He'd like to see you now.

I want my disk.

Westlake.

No more games.

I want my disk and the skin.

And what will you do

if I refuse? Kill me?

I don't think so.

You're not a killer.

- I don't know what I am any more.

- No, you don't.

- They're at the site.

- Tell me where.

I'll do better than tell you,

I'll show you, my friend.

All right. All right.

You've all been waiting patiently.

Here he is, your new DA,

Ryan Mitchell!

- Mitchell.

- Yes, live on television...

with their bare hands.

Nothing like a show of strength

to put the fear of God

in the hearts of children.

With Mitchell gone,

I'll be able to sell that serum on

the open market and make millions.

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