All language subtitles for DarkmBG

'Cause he's an asshole!
Tell him no.

Tell him no, too.

Him, tell, "Fuck you."

No, I'll be here a minute.

Got some guy coming up
who thinks he's gonna
muscle me out of my property.

What's it matter?
Just another tough guy,
that's all.

They're driving up.

Get their pieces.

All right, guys,
let's go.

We got a surprise
for these gentlemen.

Robert Durant,
you and your girls are
going to stand for a search.

– All right, move it.
– There you go.

Oh, a bunch of cuties, huh?

Just hold it there, cueball.

Bum leg?

No leg.

I was engaged to a girl once
with a wooden leg.

Yeah? What happened?

Had to break it off.

All right, cut the crap!

I got three things
to say to you, Durant.

One, I ain't selling
my property.

Two, nobody
muscles Eddie Black,
especially a bunch of dinks.

And three, if y'alls
don't like that, which I can
already see you don't,

we can cut your balls off.

Maybe that would be
more satisfactorys to you.

Die!

Take them down!

Take him down! Take that one
with the goddamn gun!

Now,

let's consider my points

one by one.

One,

I try not to let my anger
get the better of me.

Two,

I don't always succeed.

Three.

I've got seven more points.

System ready to receive input.

Just hold together, you little...

Shit.

Fragmentation. Time?

Ninety-nine minutes.

Again.

Why?

Why, why, why?

Synthetic skin
data analysis...

What is destabilizing it?

Why won't the liquid skin last?

The vivification process
was easy.

Tissue rejection?

We licked that.
I know we're close.

We're smart guys, so what is it?

Why can't we
make these cells stable?

What now?

Now?

Well...

We think it out again.

Patiently. Objectively.

I don't care
how long it takes, Yakitito,

I know it's out there
waiting for us.

Ah, I can feel it.

God, I can almost taste it.

Here she is,
the girl of your dreams.

Oh! Oh, Peyton!

Ah, you were sweet.

How's the skin coming?

Still won't last past 99.

It'll happen. It will happen,
you know.

Yeah, yeah. Sure.

Look at you.

Rebel without a clue.

Those were the days.

Hey...

What?

Come here.

– What?
– Come here.

Oh, I know
what's on your mind.

Let me show you something.

God, you always
wear things that
are so difficult to...

Ta-da!

Oh, yeah!

Come on, let's dance.

Herb Gorson, please.

– Here you go, babe.
– Peyton!

Oops. Sorry.

Hello?

Herb, hi. It's Julie Hastings.

Listen, I found some memos
when I was researching
the Von Hoffenstein deal

that I don't think
I was supposed to find.

Yeah? What are they?

They're from Strack
to a guy named
Claude Bellasarious.

And they're records of
payments to various people
on the Zoning Commission.

Well, I think they're payoffs.

If it's an accusation,
you better be sure.

Yeah, well, what
I want to do is talk
to Strack first,

give him the benefit
of the doubt.

– Yeah, okay.
– Call me.

All right, I'll talk
to you later, Herb. Bye.

Bye, Herb.

Oh, I don't want to go.

Don't go. Don't go.

– I have to go.
– Stay. Stay.

I have to go now!
I have to go now.
I'm late.

Julie!

I'll call you... later.

Julie! Julie, wait.

What is it?

I've been thinking.

We should get married.

Marriage?

– Uh-huh.
– Uh-huh.

I've just started getting
things going at the firm,

and I really like
having my own place.

But we're practically
living together now.

All marriage means
is you answer the phone
in the morning,

and if it's my grandmother,
you don't pretend
it's the wrong number.

The poor woman's
beginning to think
she has Alzheimer's.

I can't talk about it now.

Come here.

Jules, I'm asking you
to marry me.

Peyt, I love you...

I mean, I realized...

...but I got to
think it over, okay?

Mr. Strack, I've been
going over some documents.

And I've come across
something that puzzles me.

It's a memo from your office
to a Mr. Claude Bellasarious.

It details
certain payments that...

Yes, yes. I know the memo.

Well, it seems
like the payments were...

Were payoffs
to the Zoning Commission,

bribes, to call a spade a spade.

Does that shock you?

No. I guessed as much.

You weren't supposed to know
about it. That file was
not supposed to circulate.

However, I am asking you
to understand.

Take a look
at that model, Julie.

That's the dream.

Acres of riverfront
reclaimed from decay.

Thousands of jobs created.

A building block,
a very large building block
laid for the future.

Not such a bad dream,
as dreams go.

And if the price of realizing
that dream is the occasional
distasteful chore,

well, I don't run away.
I say, "So be it."

So...

Want to book me?

The fact remains that
I'm in possession of evidence
of the commission of a crime.

Well, let me suggest this.
You excuse yourself
for a few minutes,

go to the ladies' room leaving
your briefcase here.

What happens to that memorandum
while it's in my custody

is my responsibility.

I wish it were that simple,
but first of all, I don't
have the memo with me.

I'm trying to protect you.

Does the name Robert Durant
mean anything to you?

Drugs, racketeering...

And real estate.

Robert Durant is a competitor
for the riverfront.

He's a very dangerous
man, Julie.

And I fully believe
he'd do anything to get
his hands on that document.

DNA content, acceptable.
Glucose, right on.

We've even checked
the collagen congeners.
They're fine.

This is unbelievable.
Every day, it's
a different combination...

Time, Yakitito.

Time?

Ninety-eight minutes.

Oh, the circuit again.
I'll fix it.

I knew we were pulling
too much juice on that line.

Yakitito, time?

– Huh?
– Time?

Ninety-nine.

One hundred minutes!

What? What?

The cells, they're holding.
They're stable!

But, Dr. Westlake, why now?

The dark.

Oh, of course.

The dark.

I think the synthetic cells
are photosensitive.

This is unbelievable!

What is it about the dark?

What secret does it hold?

They're still stable.

Time, Yakitito, time?

101 minutes.

Finally. We can replace
damaged skin tissue!

No, Yakitito, no.
Not quite, my friend.
Not yet.

All we've got is a piece
of the puzzle. There's still
the big question.

How to keep the cells stable
past 99 minutes in the light?

But at least now we know
it's all about light!

I'll get it.

No foolish heroics, if you please.

We've come only for documents.

Tell us where to find
the Bellasarious memorandum,

and we shall disappear,
like a nightmare
before the breaking day.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

How unfortunate.

What memorandum?

No. Please.

We want the memorandum.

Should your
houseboy's predicament
not jog your memory,

you may bid him Godspeed.

He's a lab assistant.
For God's sakes,
let him breathe!

You heard the doctor.
Ventilate him.

No. No!

– Bingo.
– Goody!

Bring the Asian's fingers.

Gentlemen.

Rick, I'm proud of you.

Clean through the brain,
that's how I like it.

"Marry me?"

Didn't see you doing much work
out there.

That guy got blown to pieces.
All they found was an ear.

Tiny little piece.
Didn't take me long
to bury that.

You'll be all right.
You'll be all right.

I'm gonna need some sponges.

Okay. You got them.

Great. We'll get ready
to move him?

Let's check the eyes.

Get a gurney in here.

Right there.

Straight in.

Next, we have a 30,
35-year-old male,
no ID, no medical history.

He was found on the riverbank
just south of the city.

There's a sizeable
population of homeless
and indigents there.

We get at least
three no-names
like him every week.

Nobody does anything
about the homeless

until they become train wrecks
like Mr. John Doe here.

He's got burns covering over
40% of his body.

The hands and face
are the most severe.

Ten years ago,
pain from the burns
would have been intolerable.

This man would have
spent the rest
of his life screaming.

Now we use
the Rangeberitz Technique.

Quite simply, we sever
the nerves within the
spino-thalamic tract, there,

which, as you know,
transmits neural impulses

of pain and vibratory sense
to the brain.

No longer receiving
impulses of pain,

you stick him with a pin...

Ouch!

And he can't even feel it.

As in many radical procedures,

there are serious side effects
to this operation.

When the body ceases to feel,
when so much
sensory input is lost,

the mind grows hungry.

Starved of its regular diet
of input, it takes the only
remaining stimulation it has,

the emotions,
and amplifies them,

giving rise to
alienation and loneliness.

Uncontrolled rage
is not uncommon.

Now surges of adrenaline
flow unchecked
through the body and brain,

giving him augmented strength.
Hence, the restraints.

Naturally, we give them
every chance of recovery.

Remain optimistic,
inspire confidence,

talk to him about
rehabilitation potential.

Personally, I give him
a nine on the buzzard scale.

Code blue, burn unit.

Doctor?

I'm in charge here.
Damn it, let me through!

Julie.

Julie!

It's...

...me!

My lab.

All my work.

Oh, my God, no.

No! No!

No! No! No!

Hello, my friend.

Home.

Good. Good.

System re...

System... System ready
for digitization program.

Enter code.

Okay.

Digitization in progress.

In progress.

Insufficient data.

Oh, God.

Oh, no, please. Please, no.

Quadrant A, Quadrant C,
unrecognizable.

What am I doing wrong?
What?

Yes.

Quadrants. Quadrants.
Extrapolate. Yes.

Quadrant recognition active.

Digitization in progress.

Yes, that's it. Clever, clever.

I must perfect the skin.

Wrong!

Wrong!

My hands.

They took...
They took my hands.

They... They took...
They took my hands!

Thank you for coming.

Julie, with what you've been
going through lately,

I... I haven't wanted
to bother you.

But I have to know
whether you've come
to a decision

regarding
the Bellasarious memorandum.

The decision's been made
for both of us.

The papers were destroyed
in the fire.

And I'd rather
not talk about it,
if you don't mind.

Julie, I'm sorry
I mentioned that.

Believe me, I understand
how you feel. I really do.

Unfortunately, there's no cure
for grief.

But there is something
that eases the symptoms.

It's called dancing.

Would you like a martini?

Yes. I would love one.

Ventilate him.

His name's Robert G. Durant!
I told you where they make the pickup!

Oh, God! Don't!

I've told you everything!

I know, Rick. I know you did.

But let's pretend you didn't!

– Here you are, doll.
– How you doing, honey?

Here's your favorite.

I'm pretty good today.

It wasn't that bad.

– Hey, Pauly.
– Hey, Pauly.

Qué pasa?

How are you, man?

Where's Rick?

Here's the cash, man.

Got you a gift, huh?
You be good.

– I'll see ya.
– See you later, pal.

System ready for
digitization program.

Enter code.

Code... Code recognized.

Data entry required.

System standing by.

It's time.

Yeah.

Yo, Pauly.

Hey, Durant wants to know
where Rick is, and he is hot.
I mean really hot.

I mean, don't ask me why.
I know he likes Ricky.

Pauly, do you know
where the hell Rick is?

Mmm-mmm.

You okay, Pauly?

Yeah.

Here's the cash.

Pauly, we've been
very concerned about you.

Hey, Mr. Durant.
I must've overslept.

I'm sorry. I guess
I missed the pickup, huh?

Where's the money, Pauly?

What money? I...
I didn't make the pickup.

Rio.

And first class.
How delightful.

And another one for Rick.

Well, that explains
his disappearance.

Hey, I don't know
nothing about that!

Where is the money, Pauly?

What money?
I swear to God, Mr. Durant,
I didn't make the pickup.

I've been right here sleeping.
Jesus, I swear to God.

I don't even know
how I got dressed!

Well, Pauly...

Have a nice flight.

No.

Oh, God. What have I become?
What have I become?

Please.

Hold. Please hold.

Oh, just this once.

What?

What am I?

What am I?

Some kind of a circus freak?
Is that it?

Is that it? Huh?
Some kind of freak?

Maybe I should wearing
a funny little hat.
Do you like it?

Yeah? Yeah?

See the dancing freak

Pay five bucks

To see the dancing freak

Only five bucks

To see the dancing freak

Just five bucks

I'll give you a show!

I'll give you a goddamn show!

Yeah!

I'll show you who's a freak!

Oh, God.

Oh, Jesus, God.

Oh, keep a lid on it!

I'm a scientist.
That's it.

Think objectively.

Analyze. Analyze.

Wait. Wait. That's it.

Control the rage.

Just... take it easy, Peyton.

Just take it easy, boy.

I'm a scientist.

I'm a scientist.

Reconstruction program...

Reconstruction program
complete.

Julie.

No.

It's all right, Julie.
It's me, sweetheart.

No.

Please, Julie, please.
Don't be afraid. Listen to me.

Who are you?

It's me. Peyton.

You are dead.

No, no, Jules. No.

I was in the hospital.
A coma. Dead to the world.

Jules, please.

Please. Please hold me.

Oh, I'm... I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I didn't know
how to tell you.

I needed to see you.

I needed to know if things
could be the same.

Yes. But, Peyton,
I don't understand.

I know it's a shock.
Well, Julie,
there's so much to it.

And I'll tell you everything.
I just need a little time.

Then just hold me, Peyton,
and don't let go.

I just... I just need
a little time.

All right, I understand why
the doctors said you shouldn't
see me after the coma.

That's their opinion.

What's yours?

I've got to have time
to work this out,
Julie, on my own.

But where does that
leave us, Peyton?

I don't want to be
without you again.

I need you, too, Jules.
That's why I'm here.

It's just that I've...

I feel like a rag doll
all pieced together,
you know.

My insides are on my outside.

If you could only see
how I feel inside.

I was ashamed. Afraid.

I was afraid that you wouldn't
want me anymore.

Of course I still want you.

Julie...

Julie, what if I was hurt?

Like...
Like horribly scarred.

That you couldn't bear
to look at me anymore,

you couldn't even bear
to have me touch you.
What then, huh?

Huh?

I don't know.

Honestly, I don't know, Peyt.

But why do you ask me that?
I mean, look at you.
You're fine. And you're back.

Yes. I am back, aren't I?

Just like always.

What the hell
do you want, buddy?

The name isn't "buddy."
It's Durant,
Robert G. Durant,

and I wish to speak
to Mr. Guzman.

– Okay.
– Thank you.

Hey, Rudy,
there's some asshole
on the phone for you.

Hey, Mr. Durant.

Ah, Rudy. Pay attention.

Don't speak. Listen.

The funds
Pauly misappropriated
are beginning to nettle me.

He's caused a serious
cash flow problem.

Did you receive certain monies
from Chinatown today?

No, not today.

Unfortunate. Then we shall
have to call upon Hung Fat.

Either he provides
the revenues owed to us,

or he becomes
part of my collection.

It would make
a nice addition.

That's right.

You want me to pick you up
at your place tomorrow
morning around 8:30?

That would be... just fine.

That would be...

just fine.

That would be... just fine.

That would be... just fine.

That would be... just fine.

That would be...

Just fine.

Would you like a bag
for this, please, buddy?

That would be... just fine.

Hey, hey,
take it easy, buddy.

My name isn't "buddy."

It's Durant.

Robert G. Durant.

Yes, I'm Robert G. Durant.

Just fine.

Robert.

It's so good of you
to favor me
with your venerated presence.

The money.

The money?
Yes, Robert.

How I tremble with shame.

I have no money.

How many times
do I have to tell you?

I was nowhere near
any convenience store,
you nitwit!

Hey, I could barely get them
to post bail. They had
the whole thing on video.

Just keep them out of my hair!

I still need you to
sign those papers.

Hey, where are you going?

Hong Kong restaurant,
and fast!

White powder no longer flows
in its former volume.

All the members of Tong
languish in poverty.

Of all your unworthy servants,
Hung Fat is the most destitute.

Even my own miserable slaves
sometimes ignore my wishes

and upset those whom I cherish
most deeply.

So, until that shining day,
may it soon come,

when I shall once again
honor you with offerings.

Goodbye, Robert.

Robert, goodbye.

You will provide the revenues
owed to us by the time
I finish this cigar.

But, Robert...

Okay, Bob, you win.

Damn! Drive!

Can't go no further.
Sorry. It's a parade.

I'll get there myself.

Hey, what about the fare?

Eat it!

Move!

Move it!

Where is he?

– Where's who?
– Guzman!

I thought he was with you.

Shit!

Dios mío! Qué pasa?

There's two of those
son of bitches!

Shoot him!

Shoot him!

Which one is Durant?

Not me, him!

Shoot him!

Shoot him!

Goddamn it!

Whose little boy are you?

It doesn't matter.

You're dead!

No, no. This one.

Don't just stand there.

Do something!

Son of a bitch sets me up
with the cops, and you
practically hand him the cash.

Madre mía!

Mr. Durant, I'm sorry.

Step right up and take a spin
on the amazing...

Come on! One more!

Oh, would you stop
looking at that watch?
To hell with time!

Forget about going back
to the hospital, Peyton.

We're going to spend
the whole day together.
The whole night.

I'd love to, honey.
But you know I can't.
I've got my therapy, Jules.

Oh, Peyton, we need
more time together.

Tell me why you're
so uncomfortable with me?

All right, Jules.
Listen to me.

I got to tell you something
about me, how I've changed.

When I was in the hospital, I...

See the mutant man,
ladies and gentlemen!

Half man, half beast!

Witness this cruel accident
of science with your own eyes.

Everybody gather around
and look closely.
As you can see...

Peyt, what?

Peyton, what is it?

When I was in the hospital,

was there someone else?

No.

Yes. There was a man
who comforted me,

and I respected him
for his kindness,

but he means nothing to me.

Oh, Peyt, is that what it was?
Is that what it was, Peyt?

God, I love you, darling!

Oh, it's good to be back.

Come on, Julie Hastings,

I'm going to win for you
the biggest, fuzziest, pinkest
animal doll on that rack.

– Yes.
– And then I got to run.

Sir.

You always have to run.
Why does it always
have to be so dramatic?

I have my
hospital sessions, Jules.

I'm not a 100% cured yet,
but I soon will be.

Where is this place exactly?

Peyt, I want to be
involved somehow.

Can I at least
take you back there?

No! No. Please, Julie,

I don't want you
to see me there.

I don't want you
to think of me as an invalid
or some kind of a freak.

The pink elephant, please.

I'm sorry, buddy.
It don't count unless
you're behind the line.

I was behind the line.

Not hardly.

I was standing right here
with my girlfriend.

Now, the pink elephant,
if you please.

No way.

It doesn't matter, Peyton.

It matters.

I won a pink elephant
for my girlfriend.

Why don't you
just get lost, pal?

The elephant.

Quickly.

Didn't you hear me,

weirdo?

Scram.

– Take it! Take it!
– No.

Take the fucking elephant!

Please, no! Forgive me.

Peyton, wait!

Half man and a freak.

He's a freak,
ladies and gentlemen,
he's a freak.

A freak.

Peyt.

Peyton?

Synthetic skin data analysis.

Amino acid content
equals 64%.

Membrane potential
equals 122 megavolts.

Destabilization
registering at 99.008.

Why didn't you
tell me, Peyton?

You should have told me.

You should have
come to me, Peyt.
You didn't have to lie.

Peyt.

I would have tried
to help you.

I can help you now.

You don't have to
hide from me
anymore, Peyt.

Julie.

Louis, we have to talk.

Excellent. I love to talk.

Brandy?

No.

I'll have one.

Fair warning, it's Napoleon,
and it's quite good.

I can't see you anymore.

Honey, take it easy.

As you say, let's...
Let's talk.

Louis, you know about Peyton,
the man I was involved with?

– Of course.
– He's alive.

He's back.

I won't be a moment.

Yes?

Not now, Franz,
this is a bad time.

The closing price?

I think it's sufficiently
diversified.

Franz, it's immaterial to me
what the market is doing.

I want you to buy.

Ten thousand Krugerrands.

Fresh ones.

Yes.
The Bellasarious memorandum.

I'm sorry you had to
find that, Julie.

Our relationship didn't need
this further strain.

You burned Peyton's lab.

Not me personally.

I have an employee who does
certain things for me,
unofficially, off the books.

Robert doesn't like
to pay taxes.

And now you'll kill me.

Hardly.

You have nothing on me.

You'd find the extremely
expensive police department
quite unsympathetic.

Julie, consider the big picture.

Consider what
we're building here.

You and I, we're building
a city.

We can't let anything
get in the way of that.

Despite the way
things might appear,

you can't pretend
that certain moments
haven't passed between us.

We still have that.

If you're not going to kill me,

I have things to do.

I suppose this is goodbye then.

Send Robert in.

Yes, Mr. Strack.

Robert, I have
good news and bad.

Custom dictates
that you render
the bad news first.

We have a little problem
with Miss Hastings.

It appears she has uncovered
our alliance.

No problem at all.
And the good news?

Your wife died.

I'm joking, of course.

No. The good news is that
I know who's behind
our little troubles of late.

When you retrieved
my memorandum, you failed
to excise the good doctor.

Westlake?

He's extinct.
I saw to it myself.

He's alive.

I don't like
loose ends, Robert.

Finish it.

Where is he?

I believe we have a guide.

Julie!

Peyton!

Look out!

I think he's out here!

He just went on the roof!

Julie!

Oh, you've got to be
shitting me.

Hey, Smiley, he went back into
the warehouse, man!

He's in here.

This door!

System ready for
digitization program.

Data entry required.

Smiley, is that you?

Smiley.

Where the hell are you?

Close.

Chinga tu madre!
Smiley, is that you?

Don't shoot, Smiley!
It's Guzman!

Holy shit.

Good shooting.

Come here.

You have been a bad boy.

Set it down.

Set it down!

If I want anything done,
I guess I'll have to do it myself.

Okay, Durant.

I'm going down there
to take care of that...

Take it up! Take it up!

Take it up! Knock him off!

Get him off!

Oh, shit!

You're dead! You're dead!
You're dead!

Holograph recognition active.

Holographic imaging complete.

You're next, Durant!
I'm coming for you!

Shake him.

What the hell was that?
Go after him!

I got him!

I got him! I got him!
I got him!

Get away!

Get back!

Get back! He's mine!

Oh, shit!

Excuse me.

This is Police Air-12.

Set down the man gently
then land your craft.

Put down your craft!

Dip him.

Look out!

Watch it!

No more Mr. Nice Guy.

Damn!

Hold it steady.

What the hell's he up to?

Kiss your ass goodbye!

No! No!

Burn in hell!

You look like hell, Robert.

That son of a bitch
Westlake malfunctioned
my helicopter.

How terrible for you.

He's a cockroach.

You think you kill him,
and he pops up
someplace else.

I expect
he'll pop up here soon.

See, I know how he thinks.

I don't think
the world will grieve
over one less attorney.

It's the tragedy
of my life that I have to
kill the ones I love.

My wife, late wife,
held certain deeds.

I sent her on a plane trip
over the Smokies.

Let's just say
I landed on my feet.

I'm glad you survived,
Robert.

I'd hate to see your kids
deprived of a role model.

They do look up to me.

When I was young,

my father made me
work high steel!

Just me and the Indians!

No one else crazy enough
to run around up here
against the wind!

4.50 an hour!

Call me crazy,
sometimes I miss it!

Life on the edge!

Five inches wide,
650 feet down!

High steel!

Oh, by the way, you don't have
any kids, Robert.

You truly are
one ugly son of a bitch.

What do you think, Julie?
Who's the real monster here?

I destroy to build
something better.

Whereas you, you're a man
who destroys for revenge.

Look.

Look about you.

It's all mine.

Because I built it.

I built it all!

What have you got,
besides a little trouble
with your complexion?

I'm joking, of course.

A troubled conscience?

A little blood on your hands
from what you
consider justice?

Justice.

You and I know it's just another
word for what I do.

We should be working together.

I could use a man like you.

That's why I brought you up here.

You can make a lot of money
working for me.

But if you still want her,
I'll throw in Julie.
Sound good?

Oops.

Pey...

Bitch!

Peyton!

There you go!

Julie.

Peyton?

Come on.

You're going down, burn head!

Oh, no!

Help me!

In your absence,
I've gotten to know Julie
quite intimately.

Her tastes are varied,

but I can tell you this,

she doesn't date freaks.

Peyton!

Oh!

Oh!

Julie!

Go ahead. Do it.
Do it, Westlake.

But think of this.

You let me die, and you become
as bad as me. Worse.

You can't.

I know you too well.

Dropping me is not really
an option for you.

It's not something
you could live with.

I'm learning to live
with a lot of things.

Don't look at me.

I want to look.

You'll perfect the skin.
You'll make it work.
It doesn't matter.

Julie.

Don't you think
I told myself that,
night after sleepless night?

It's just a burn. Skin-deep.
It doesn't matter.

And if I covered it,

hid behind a mask,

you could love me
for who I was inside.

Without pity.

But a funny thing happened.

As I worked on the mask,
I found the man inside
was changing.

He became wrong.

A monster.

I could live with it now,
but nobody else can.

I want our life back.

Peyton!

Peyton!

Peyton is gone.

Peyt?

Hey!

I'm everyone.

And no one.

Everywhere.

Nowhere.

Call me

Darkman.