All language subtitles for Darkman.II.The.Return.of.Durant.1995.1080p.BluRay.10Bit.HEVC.EAC3.2.0-jmux_Legendas01.ENG

PEYTON: My name is
Peyton Westlake.

I was a Scientist
exploring new hope
for all of humanity,

(SCREAMING)

(BUBBLING)

until he took it all
away from me.

Robert G. Durant.

(SCREAMING)

(HISSING)

He ripped
everything from my life,

everything that
was precious to me.

Durant burned away
my identity,

(SCREAMING)

leaving me for dead,

not knowing he had
created a monster.

(GROANS)

My science is
my only existence now.

FEMALE COMPUTER VOICE:
Synthetic digitization
complete.

PEYTON: Yes.

My synthetic skin formula
gave me back my face.

FEMALE COMPUTER VOICE:
Photosensitivity reaction.

PE YTON: But only
for 99 minutes.

FEMALE COMPUTER VOICE:
Skin matrix dissolving
in 99 minutes.

PEYTON.' 99 minutes.

FEMALE COMPUTER VOICE:
Failure. Failure.

PE YTON: But it was
all I needed.

I recreated
the face of my enemy.

I turned Durant's
organization against itself

until only he remained.

(YELLING)

And then,
finally, I destroyed him.

Kiss your ass goodbye!

No!

But I chose to live on

as a creature ofthe shadows,

as Darkman.

(EXHALES)

It's the Boss. Quick.

Doctor said
he'd never come
out of his coma.

Where the hell's Eddie?

EDDIE: Yeah, I'm here, Rollo.

I can't believe it,
after all this time...

You wouldn't think
anybody'd be able
to survive a crash like that.

WHITEY: Roy,
get your ass in here.

ROY: Okay, yeah.

WHITEY: Doctor?

He's coming back.

(GROANING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(MACHINE GUN FIRING)

Get on their fuckin' tail,
man! l want my fuckin' coke!
l want my fuckin' money!

And Iwanna kill
those motherfuckers!

(SCREAMING)

Go, go, go, go!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

WOMAN: Yeah, yeah!
Do it! Do it!

MAN: Go, go, go, go, 90!

I'II get those
fuckers with this.

Yeah! Do it!

Burn, fuckers!

MAN: Oh, shit!

(WHOOPING)

(LAUGHING)

Look out! No!
What?

(SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE)

WOMAN: Oh, Steve.

Oh, Steve.

(SOBBING) Steve. Steve.

Baby.

WOMAN: Oh, I'm hurt.
I'm hurt real bad.

(GROANING)

(SCREAMS)

No!

No, man. No!

(YELLING)

WOMAN: Steve! Steve!

Alone at last.

(SIRENS WAILING)

MAN: Fuck.

Later, bitch.

Help me!

Huh?

(POL/CE RADIO CHA TTERING)

(PANTING)

(CHUCKLES)

(GROANING)

(YELLING)

What the hell are you?

A concerned citizen.

Thanks for the donation.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

You can still hear
sirens in the background

as more firefighters
arrive on the scene
of this bloodbath.

The police will
be some time yet
assessing the death tolI

as paramedics fight furiously
to save what lives they can.

Dan, you got it?

You all hooked up?

I'II be ready in a second.

Wow, look at this mess.
What happened here?

I don't know.
Lots of pretty pictures.

Bonnie.
How's it goin'?

Cisco, amazing reporter.

Networks, Dan.
That's where we gotta be.

No, that's where
you're gonna be.

We have to find Stringer.
l know he's
around here somewhere.

They just went to commercial.

They want to know
if we can be live
when they come back.

Yeah.
You're positive?

Absolutely. Let's do it.
AII right, let's go.

STRINGER: Tell them
to pick up the stuff
at the other end.

What am I doing here?

JILL: Hey, Stringer,
give me the short form.
Vvhathappened?

Just your basic shit storm.

We got one burned
in the car down the block,

one gunshot dead up here,
two others critical,

and that guy over
there's telling me

that the Phantom of the Opera
used a manhole cover
like a frisbee.

Drugs?
Oh, yeah. Lots of drugs.

40 seconds, Jill.
Okay. They used AK-47s, huh?

Come on, Jill,
don't touch the evidence.

Thanks, Stringer.

She's a regular
Sherlock Holmes.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
we got some work to do.

JILL: Okay, listen, listen.

After the lead-in,
go to the burned car,
then go to the fire truck,

then keep it on me
for the wrap. Okay?
DAN: You got it.

AII right.
AII ready?

Here we go.
Five, four, three, two...

I'm Jill Randall
coming to you live
for Street Copy.

What cost, what Wasted lives.

Drugs, police believe,
are responsible
for a gun battle

that erupted in
the uptown area tonight.

Authorities are
still Counting the bodies
from a firefight

that raged over
several blocks

before ending here
in a horrific crash.

When will the violence stop?

When we stop the men
who put drugs on the streets.

When we stop the men
who put guns in
the hands of children.

Then maybe we'll have peace.
Tragic. Simply tragic.

I'm Jill Randall
for Street Copy.
l abhor violence.

Especially when it
doesn't make me money.

Good night.

Life in the city isn't cheap.

Death is.

When every 12-year-old
punk is packin' iron,
death is cheap.

What does that
tell you, gentlemen?

Cartoons are too violent.

It tells you that
I've been away too long.

But now I'm back.

Thank you, my dear.

(GROANS)

During my absence,

you gentlemen became sloppy.

Oh, I don't know
about that, Mr. Durant.

I think we did very well.

You would.

We used to own
the gun trade in this city,

and now we're being undercut
by every nickel-and-dimer
on the streets.

With all respect,
Mr. Durant,

you've been
out of Commission
for along time.

You know, I've been thinkin',
me and the boys,
we've got some plans.

Maybe you should
let us take care of
things for a while.

You wouldn't know a plan
if it was pounded up your ass
with a jackhammer.

Oh, God.
Help him.

Boss.
DURANT: My pills. My pills.

Hang in there, Boss.
Your medic:ation's
right over here.

Get some water.

(GROANING)

Water.

Well.

Gentlemen, we are going back
into the arms business.

ROY: We're what?
We are taking control,
top to bottom.

How're we gonna do that?
The prices are
already below cost.

Smart boy, Roy.

We are going to
eliminate the competition

by providing
a better product.

New guns for the new era.

Where you gonna get the guns?

We are going to make them.

(CHUCKLES)

And for that,

(GROANS)

we need a factory.

Someplace with
adequate floor space,

convenient to
shipping and distribution.

A place with
an extraordinary power supply,

and yet away
from prying eyes.

In short,
we need a working factory

on the south side
near the rail yard.

Good luck. AII those
buildings down there

have been
condemned for years.

O ye of little faith.

My factory does exist.

It's right there.
Brinkman Electrical.

I want you to buy the place.

And l want to
set up Operations
within a week.

I'II get right on it.

Want me to make
the usual offer, Boss?

We might not want
to draw attention
to ourselves right now.

Why don't you
try money instead?

(GRUNTS)

ELECTRONIC VOICE:
All clear on track 85.

No oncoming trains.

Access tunnel 18.
Auxiliary tracks in use.

Approaching destination.

Good night, Dr. Westlake.

Good night.

FEMALE COMPUTER VOICE:
Cheers, Doctor.

Computer status report:
Lab control systems, static.

Hypercube processes idling
at seven percent capacity.

Liquid skin system
cryogenic storage low.

Photosynthetic
digitization in ready state.

Next status report
in 30 minutes.

Systems await
your command, Doctor.

Initiating subject
photograph digitization.

Digitization complete.

Holographic
recognition imaging.

Subject mask
synthesis complete.

lmplementing skin matrix
formula number 2, 917.

Estimated photosensitivity
index unknown.

Unknown?

No, we must beat
the 99-minute barrier.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

(BEEPING)

Photosensitivity reaction.

Skin matrix dissolving
at 99 minutes.

Failure. Failure.
Failure. Failure. Failure.

(BUBBLING)

No!

(SIRENS WAILING)

(EXCLAIMS)

Thank you, sir.

"A light resistant
polymer skin substitute."

Dr. David Brinkman.

EDDIE: Well, this is
definitely what you
would call low rent.

We'll have to get
rid of that sign.

Yeah, right.
Just open the gate.

EDDIE: Do you think
the Boss really wants
this piece of shit?

ROLLO: Durant says
we need power.

This place has
got plenty to spare.

ROLLO: Will you look at
the size of this place?

Can I help you?

That depends.
Your name Brinkman?

Yes, I'm Dr. Brinkman.

This is your Iucky day, Doc.

I represent
Inter-City Land Development.

We're a group of investors
financing
a redevelopment project.

What's that got
to do with me?

We want your building, Doc.

The people I represent
are prepared to offer

$1 million cash
for this property.

Look, I'm sorry
you wasted your time

coming down here,
but it's not for sale.

Now, this is
a serious offer, Brinkman.
I'd think about it. Really.

I'm not interested.

Now, ifyou'II excuse me,
I've got to get back to work.

I don't think he
understood a word I said.

We're buying
this building, Doc,
and that means...

You're selling it.

Last chance, Doc.

Look, I don't know
how to make this any...

Take the money. Go.

PEYTON: Is there a problem?

Here's my card, Doc.
Keep in touch.

Why don't you just
go with your friends?

They're not friends of mine.

Then what do you want?

I'd like to talk to you
about your study in
T-Iymphoma skin cells.

L read your article in
The Survey of
Molecular Biology.

I thought it was fascinating.

Thank you.

Not a lot of
people read that stuff.
Are you a Scientist?

I've done
similar research based on
a polymer skin substitute.

Like you, though,
I've had problems with the
disintegration in UV light.

Anyway,
I've put my findings on disk,

and I'd be honored
ifyou could take a look.

Certainly.

Excellent. We'll talk.

I didn't get your name.

(HUMMING)

Here you go, Boss.
Just the way you like them.

(APPLAUDING)

Good, Boss.

ROLLO: You wanted
to see me, Boss?

Rollo. Yes. Dojoin us.

L understand you
spoke to the owner
of the factory yesterday.

Yeah. He ain't sellin'.

It's unfortunate
Brinkman declined our offer.

Yeah.

So, what's the plan, Boss?

I had an interesting
conversation

with our Colombian
friends today, Rollo.

Do you know
what they told me?

Mr. Durant, I can explain.

They told me you were
taking a five percent bonus

on all our
drug shipments.

That was nothin', Mr. Durant.

Edward,
how long was I in my coma?

Eight hundred and
seventy-eight days,

12 hours and 16 minutes,
Mr. Durant.

Eight hundred days,
two shipments a week,

each shipment worth, say,
$10 million on the street,

minus the problems
with the exchange rate.

What do you say
that might add up to, Edward?

$27,280,000.

And 17 cents.

(GROANING)

Come on. Come on.

Come on, get in.

ROLLO: Wait, no. No!

Buckle up.

Where's my fucking money?

Cayman Bank cf Commerce,
Mr. Durant.
l got an account there.

I was gonna tell you.
It was gonna be a surprise.

Oh, I'm surprised.
Can't you tell?

And now I have
a surprise for you.

(SCREAMING)

Always replace
your divots, Rollo.

HATHAWAY: Seventeen
overthe_.

No,no,no,
eighteen. Eighteen.

(BEEP5)

Chow time, Doc.

So, what are we
having this evening?

Lobster Florentine?
Beef Wellington?

Perhaps grilled ahi
on a bed of Belgian endive.

No, your old favorite, Doc.

I hate meat Ioaf!

(MEN SCREAMING)

Dr. Hathaway, I presume.

(BURP5)

So, what am
I doing here, Robert?

You didn't go to all
the trouble of breaking me out

to feed me
a home-cooked meal.

Well, there aren't
many scientists

with your vision,
your technical expertise.

What you mean is that
there aren't many men

who could build
a hydrogen bomb
in their garage.

You were working on something
before your untimely arrest.

A man-portable,
air-cooled, semi-automatic
particle beam weapon?

Guns for the new century.

Weapons of
devastating firepower.

If we can build
a better assault rifle,
Professor,

the world will
beat a path to our door.

But all you lack
is the technology.

And that's where you come in.

Power is going to
be a problem.

That weapon requires
a Iot of energy.

You Iet me worry about that.

Are you interested?

I still have my
brainchild stored away.

Then we have a deal.

I hope you saved
room for dessert.

HATHAWAY: Ladies.

You drive a hard bargain.

You shouldn't have to ask.
Thafs_.

I won't have it.

It's not your choice.

(GATE OPENING)

I'm sorry.
The gate was open.

LAURIE: It's okay.
I was just leaving.

David,
I'II talk to you later.

Hi, I'm Laurie.

Peyton.

Nice to meet you, Peyton.

You, too.

So, it's Peyton.

Yeah.
Is that your girlfriend?

No, my sister.

This is an amazing place
you've built here.

Yeah.
It's got a Iot of history.

My father tried
to make a go of it
through the war and beyond.

He was pioneering
research in conventional

and atomic
power applications.

L guess you could say
he was a little bit
ahead of his time.

Yeah.

He passed away
three years ago.

L think he died
when they turned
the lights out in this place.

I'm sorry to hear that.

It's okay. You know,
l always knew that
l would come back here.

I mean, this place,
itjust feels like home.

You know, my father's spirit
was driven by his strength.

He even harnessed
a power supply that was big
enough to drive a small city.

It inspires me
to try great things.

Like what?

Well, l want to
rekindle a kind of
scientific renaissance.

You know, a place where
Scientists can come
from all over the world

and work outside
of the constraints

of established funding,
you know.

I mean,
just look around this place.

Just imagine
the possibilities in here.

That's the dream, you know.

It's important
to have a dream.

I'm impressed.

I'm impressed with you.

The work on those disks,
brilliant.

Let me show you something.
Come on.

You know, there was
similar work to yours
published a few years back.

It was by a scientist named
Westlake. You know him?

I was familiar with his work.

L ran the formulas
that you used
for the polymer base.

L used a similar one myself
a few months back.
lt didn't work, either.

But I was using
negatively charged ions.

You used a silicon base?

No, no. Carbon.

But last night
l ran a sample set
using your formulas,

only I reversed
the charge of the ions.

And in full exposure
to sunlight,

this little sucker
Iasted 173 minutes.

A hundred and
seventy-three minutes?

(BOTH LAUGHING)

You did it.

You beat
the 99-minute barrier.

You did it.
Hey, it's only one sample.

But I think, together,
we could crack the structure

for a permanently
stable polymer.

That is,
if you'd be interested
in a partnership.

Oh, I'm interested.
I'm very interested.

Only to crack it,
we're gonna need
a digital spectrochronometer.

One of the new 1000 models.
They're expensive.

No, don't worry.
Money's not a problem.

What, do you have
a grant or something?

No,Igetdonaüons
from the community.

Partners, then?

Partners.

When can we start?

(BEEPING)

I have to see somebody.
I have an appointment.

I'II talk to you soon.
This is fantastic, though.
Thank you.

This is fantastic.

Thank you, Dr. Brinkman.
Partners, huh?

(PEYTON LAUGHING)

(BEEPING)

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.
Come on.

I have a surprise.

I'd like you to meet
a friend of mine.

Ah, there you are.

(MEWING)

(DAVID LAUGHING)

Come on. Come on.
JILL: Thank you
for that report.

While there's no question
as to the victim's identity,

questions remain unanswered.

Be careful. He bites.

...the criminal empire
built by Robert G. Durant,

who disappeared
a few years ago.

Latham, suspected
in several gang/and slayings,

had emerged as a brutal lord
of the underworld.

Tonight, his reign is over.

His death, police believe,
may signal that there is
more than one contender

to the throne left vacant
by Robert Durant.

I'll continue to bring you
more on this story.

For Street Copy,
l 'm Jill Randall.

No. David.

Okay.

The dinl samples
have stabilized.

The cell membranes

remain elastic.

And there appears
to be no breakdown
in cell structure

or activity after

ninety-eight minutes.

Okay.

Let's go for the record,
baby.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Dr. Brinkman, I presume.

(GRUNTING)

No!

L believe you're acquainted
with a former associate
of mine, Rollo Latham.

Former?
Mr. Latham and l
had a falling out.

ELECTRONIC VOICE:
Good evening, Dr. Westlake.

PEYTON: Full throttle.
Come on!

AII you have to do is sign.

L told him, l'll tell you.

This property's not for sale.

Rollo made it very clear
that money was of
no interest to you.

So I've asked
Mr. Druganov here
to resume our negotiation

with an incentive
l think you'll find
much more compelling.

One move, and I'II perform
laser surgery on
each one of you guys.

Now leave!

A regular Luke Skywalker.

DAVID: Yeah?

Ivan?
Please teach Dr. Brinkman
some manners.

Are we all clear?

Access terranean level,
tunnel B.

(SCREAMING)

My work. My work.

What's it going to take,
Dr. Brinkman?

(GRUNTING)

(GIGGLING)

(SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(IVAN LAUGHING)

IVAN: Come on.

DAVID: Help!

(SCREAMING)

(LAUGHING)

Quietly, gentlemen.
This is a school night.

DAVID: Please. Please, no.
IVAN: Look at this.
Eddie. Come here, Eddie.

(IVAN SPEAKING
FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(MEN LAUGHING)

PEYTON: David!

Oh, no.

David?

Durant!

It can't be.

He survived.
Robert G. Durant.

Bring the Asian's finger.

lt will make a nice
addition to my collection.

(LAUGHING)

(ECHOING) He's a freak.

No.

No!

Yes.

Music to my ears, gentlemen.

Beautiful.

Beautiful.

Remember,
this is just the prototype.

Get out of the way.

Power on.

(WHIRRING)

Safety off.

(BEEPING)

Boss.

Yes!

The dawning of a new day!

Right on.

Shoots a little to the left.

Still uses a Iot ofjuice.

Happily, Professor,
I think we may have

found the solution
to our power problem.

(BEEPING)

DURANT: Mr. Druganov here
recentlyjoined
our organization

after an unusually
varied career in the KGB.

His connections
have afforded us access

to some exceptional
relics of the Cold War.

Plutonium carbide
energy cells,

courtesy of space program
of former Soviet Union.

Each device is
miniature nuclear reactor,

capable of
generating 450 gigawatts.

(MOUTHING)

They were designed to be used
in spy satellites

Iaunched over
capitalist countries,

but nobody's
Iaunching anymore

so Ivan gets these
for us wholesale.

Are they stable?

These cells were manufactured
by technicians

in workers' paradise
of eastern Uzbekistan.

Only finest Yugoslavian
materials were used
in their engineering.

They are reliable
as your Ford Pinto.

How long might it take you
to adapt these to your rifle?

End of the week okay?

Oh. Excellent.

Get started.

PEYTON: Inter-City
Land Development?

David.

LAURIE: What are you
doing here?

Lauñe.
Isakt
what are you doing here?

Laurie, it's me, Peyton.
Remember?

I was working on
a project with your brother.

The project's over.

Lauñe,
I'm so sorry about David.

No, get out, okay?
Get out. Please, just go.

FEMALE COMPUTER VOICE:
Automatic synthetic skin test.

Skin formula
experiment number 4, 803...

Okay, Dr. Westlake.

Back to square one.

Why do you do it?
Why do you get involved
with these people?

Why do you do this?

The work on those disks,
brilliant.

But I think, together,
we could crack the structure

for a permanently
stable polymer.

That is,
if you'd be interested
in a partnership.

Oh, I'm interested.
I'm very interested.

Partners, then?

Partners.

DA VID: l mean,
just look around this place.

Imagine the possibilities.

That's the dream.

No!

Durant.

Durant.

DAN: Jill,
it's a great story.

Yeah, it's good.

Thank you, Lord.

(LAUGHS)

Outta here.

So, you comin'?
Yeah.

You know,
I'm gonna check this
one more time.

You go ahead.
I'II see you in the morning.

(TAPE REWINDING)

Jill.
Go home.
Tell Patty l said hi.

(JILL CHA TTERING ON TAPE)

You're sure?
Absolutely. Good work.

DAN: Night, Bob.
David.

That's Dan.

Dan.

Jill, did you get my memo?

The one about
parking in your space?

No, the one
canceling the retrospective
on Rollo Latham.

He's a crime lord, Bob.

He's dead, Jill.

Besides, this is Street Copy.

It's not our kind of news.

It's about sensationalism.
It's about ratings.

Now, you had an assignment.
How come you're not on it?

Well, for starters,
it's fundamentally asinine.

Ifsthe'90s,JHL
"Fake orgasms.
Are they better?"

Women want to know.
People want to watch.

Jill, you're not
working for the networks.
No, not yet.

I am tired of you
ignoring your assignments.

I suggest you drop the 'tude.

Bob, I'm not doing
a story on fake orgasms.

I'm the one who decides
what the viewers
want to see, not you.

Fine. Let's make this simple.

Shape up, or you're gone.

Yeah.

Yeah.

(TAPE REWINDING)

Bullshit.

PEYTON: Television really
is going to hell.

Who the hell are you?

L saw your broadcast
on Robert G. Durant
and Rollo Latham.

You're very good.

Yeah. What do you want?

There was
a murder on the east side
a couple of nights ago.

A man named Dr. Brinkman
was beaten to death.

It's a violent
world out there.

Would you be interested
if I told you

I had reason to believe
that Durant was involved?

I'd be interested
if you could prove
Durant's alive.

Brinkman had
a finger missing.

This is Durant's signature.

He cuts fingers
off his victims
with a cigar Cutter.

Justbecause
there's a finger missing
doesn't prove anything.

The killer could be a Iunatic
with a finger fetish.

No. I don't think so.

Brinkman's building
was purchased

by a company
called Inter-City
Land Development.

I'd like you
to find out who owns it.

How do l get
in touch with you?
I'II contact you.

You'd better not
be wasting my time.

Brinkman.

(DOG BARKING)

Mr. Durant.

Mr. Perkins.
Thank you for coming.

It's an unusual pleasure
to meet
an American like yourself.

Uh-huh.

Let me tell you something,
Durant.

This country is going to hell
in a handbasket.

The police don't have
the weapons to stop it, the
oourts don't have the will,

and the people...

Damn, Durant,
the people are bereft

of the fundamental guts
necessary to take back
our streets.

Precisely.

And what is needed
to take back those
streets is firepower.

New weapons for a new age.

This is the prototype
of a gun we like
to call "The Vigilante."

In one fell swoop,

this weapon makes obsolete
the guns of every
Criminal in this city.

You know, Durant,
l don't much like
science fiction.

This isn't science fiction,
Mr. Perkins.

This, sir,
is science fact-ion.

This rifle is a prototype.

The production model
will be powered

by plutonium
carbide batteries.

Well, now...

Just what is the range
on this here thing, huh?

Oh, itwill track
and disintegrate

moving targets
up to three kilometers.

Its range against
stationary objects

is limited only by
the curvature of the earth.

Shit. With this gun,
we could save this
nation from itself.

This is not recommended
for indoor use.

Just what is the price tag
on one of these puppies,
Durant?

They are $5 million each.
Batteries not included.

The initial production run
will be 20 rifles.

When can I have them?

End of the week.

Outstanding. It's been
a pleasure doing business
with you, Durant.

You know, l always say
a man who can't
love his own country

can't love a damn thing.

Thank you, Mr. Perkins.

You are a patriot, sir.

I'm just a man
following my own beliefs.

There you go.

WHITEY: Gentlemen.

Robert, do you think
it's a good idea to sell

to someone who wants
to fight crime?

Marvelous, isn't it?

As soon as he gets his hands
on those guns,

Mr. Perkins and
his Neanderthal Nazis

will attack every criminal
organization in the city.

Where does that
leave us, Boss?

Without competition, Edward.

In his patriotic zeal,
Mr. Perkins will level
the playing field for us.

Besides,
in a couple of weeks,
he'II be out of batteries.

Then we can use
the second batch of rifles
to consolidate our interests

in drugs, gambling,
not to mention sales
to our friends abroad.

The resurgent Durant
organization will have

a complete and
uncontested monopoly

over every criminal
enterprise in this city.

Robert,
l have to hand it to you.
You're a genius.

I've always thought so.

Laurie, if there's
anything we can do,
please Iet us know.

That's very kind.
That was beautiful, Father.

Take care.
Okay.

Laune.
Thankyou,Gene.

Hi, Laurie.
Hi.

I'm sorry about your brother.

Thank you.

I want to apologize
for the other day.

No, no. I understand.

I'm all alone now.

L just... l wish
l could make some sense
out of this, you know?

I'm sorry.

Did you know
my brother very well?

Iwas beginning to, yeah.

EDDIE: Miss Brinkman?

Goodbye, Peyton.
l want to thank you
for coming.

Really.

Goodbye.

It was kind of you
to send a car.

It was the least
we could do, Miss Brinkman.

(CLEARS TH ROAT)

I hope you know that
we share in your loss.

Thank you.
Your firm's been very kind.

Then we'll be seeing you
at the signing?

AII right.

Thank you.

Ithink she
really digs me, man.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

You take a look
in the mirror Iately?

She does.

(CAR ENGINE STARTING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

PEYTON: You're Iate.

Your directions stink.

Well, I found out who owns
Inter-City Land Development.

The Iate Rollo Latham
was the CEO,

and the original articles
of incorporation were signed
by Robert G. Durant.

I knew it.

Durant wanted to buy
the Brinkman property.

When David wouldn't sell,
he killed him.

Whoa, wait a minute.

We don't know
who killed anybody.

And just because
Durant established
Inter-City Land Development

doesn't prove
he's still alive.

For all we know,
he could be waterskiing

with Jimmy Hoffa
in the Bahamas.

Maybe Durant's involved,
maybe he isn't.

But our working relationship
isn't going any further

until I know
who I'm dealing with.

My name is not important.

I protect my sources.

I'm sure you do,
Miss Randall.

But I'd Iike
to remain anonymous.

I'II call you
if I learn anything.

Shit.

(SYNTHESIZED MUSIC PLA YING)

MAN: Okay, guys, welcome
to For Your Eyes Only.

Let's hear it for Rhonda.

That's right,
at For Your Eyes Only,

only the finest
girls in town.

Guys, come on, table dances.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Well, hello.

Hello.

I'm looking for
someone that works here.
Her name is Laurie.

She's upstairs.
But what do you need her for
when you can play with me?

I don't think so.

Sometimes I play rough.

Hi.

Laune.

What are you doing here?

Is there
someplace we can talk?

What's this all about,
Peyton?

Tell me about those men
that were with you
at the funeral.

They're from
Inter-City Land Development.

They're buying
David's building from me.

That whole Corporation
is a front.

They work
for a man named Durant.

Durant?

No, well, I don't know
anyone named Durant.

Well, Ido.
And I'm here to tell you

that Durant had
your brother killed.

No, the police said
it was an act
of random violence.

Laurie, Durant
wanted David's building.

When David
wouldn't sell it to him,
Durant had him killed.

Do you have
any proof of this?

Look, these men have
been very good to me,

and they helped me
with David's funeral.

They're offering
to pay $1 million
for the building.

$1 million?

Is that what this is about?

They killed David.
They tortured him.

Hey,LauHe,
is everything okay?

Yeah, it's fine, Bubba.
Thanks.

Okay.

Look, I mean,
I don't even know you.

I loved my brother.

When David left me
the building,

he gave me a way
out of this life.

L can go back to school.
l can make a difference with
myself because of David.

And it's all he
ever wanted for me.

It's blood money, Laurie.

Well, I'm sorry, Peyton,
I'm signing
the papers tomorrow.

Do you have any idea
how many post office boxes
there are in this town?

I had a cop friend of mine
run the fingerprints

you left at the restaurant.

You don't have
any fingerprints.

Do you, Dr. Westlake?

They buried
a box full of ashes,

but Peyton Westlake
didn't die in that fire,
did he?

Most of him died.

Not many people
rise from the dead.

You're news. Durant's news.
I'm a reporter.

That's all this is
for you, isn't it?
Just another story.

It's the truth.
It's what l do.
What is it for you? Revenge?

Revenge?

That man destroyed my life.

He took my face, my hands.
He took my life!

I want to see Durant dead.

He tortured and
murdered David Brinkman.

He will kill again and
he will Keep on Killing
until someone stops him.

And that someone
is going to be me.

Westlake, my sources
on the street tell me

there's been
shipments of plutonium
brought into the city.

Last week, Alfred Hathaway,
a weapons genius,

was broken out
of a Ioony bin.

If he's working with Durant,
this could be huge.

Iflexpose
Durant on the air,
his plans are finished.

No. That'II only
drive Durant underground.

The way to stop him
is from the inside.

I'm going public tonight.

You want Durant,
I want the story. It's big.

Stay out of it, Jill.

When I break this,
Durant's going down.

MAN: And five seconds,
four, three...

Camera one.

JILL: Good evening,
for Street Copy,
I'm Jill Randall.

That's it, Jill. That's it.

JILL: What is it about
today's relationships?

What is it that
keeps the magic?

But first,
the death last week
of crime lord Rollo Latham

cast an unwelcome
light on the past.

The link between a big city
development Corporation

and the criminal empire
of Robert G. Durant...

Here you go, boss.

...may be behind
Latham's spectacular
and untimely end.

This picture,
taken by our Street Copy
in vestigative team,

clearly shows
Robert G. Durant,

long missing and thought dead
by city police.

What an unflattering
photograph.
What is he up to?

And why has the reemergence
of one of this country's most
notorious criminais

been kept such a secret?

I'll have more
for you tomorrow
as l continue our series,

"The Fall ofa Kingpin. "

For Street Copy,
I'm Jill Randall.
Good night.

I'm gonna kill her.

Putz.

Jill!

Jill, that pretty face
has just talked you
outofajob,honey.

BOSS: Bob. Jill.
The switchboard is going nuts.

BOB: Sir, sir, let me explain.
They love it.

We've had more calls
on this than when we ran
the Fergie pictures.

You are a genius. Superjob.

And you, Bob,
keep it up, buddy.

Good stuff.
Yes.

You're an asshole.

Jill, baby, I loved it.

The best work
you've ever done.

Caught my broadcast?

It was a big mistake.

It was news.
Durant will notice.

A Iot of people will notice,
hopefully the networks.

We both want to stop him.

Publicity is one thing
Durant doesn't want.

Trust me on this.
Reporter's instincts.

I'm right, Ithink.

Just be careful, okay?

Uh-huh.

Peyton, I like this look.

(CHUCKLES)

Jill!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(BEEPING)

Okay, Eddie, let's see.

FEMALE COMPUTER VOICE:
Initiating subject
photograph digitization.

Digitization completed.

Voices.

EDDIE: l think she
really digs me, man.

PEYTON: Ithink
she really digs me, man.

L think she really
digs me, man.

I think she really digs me.

L think she
really digs me, man.

Ithink she
really digs me, man.

L think she
really digs me, man.
No, no, come on.

l think she
really digs me, man.

(IMITATING EDDIE'S VOICE)
l think she
really digs me, man.

Yes, yes.

MAN 1: Hey, Bob, wait up.

MAN 2: Taxi!

(TOILET FLUSHING)

PEYTON: You forgot
to zip your fly, Eddie.

EDDIE: Thanks, bud.

(GROANING)

You son of a bitch.

You killed David,
you killed him!

(TOILET FLUSHES)

Enjoy your nap.

RECEPTIONIST: Okay,
yes, thank you.

Late again, Eddie?

Where the hell have you been?

In the bathroom.

We've got a meeting.
Come on, before he
gives you a golf Iesson.

Eddie, you look like shit.

L do?

Sit down, wedgehead.

Don't tell me you're back
with that bitch Margie again?

That chick messes
with your mind, man.

(SCREAMING)

l'll kill you!
Eddie!

(GRUNTING)

Westlake.
No!

DURANT: Eddie!

Hello.

Sorry.

Have you been drinking again?
Never mind.

Whatever your problem is,
Isuggestyou
keep it at home.

Do you understand?

Totally, Boss.

The equipment, Eddie.

It's movin' right
on schedule, boss.

It'II be ready.

Make sure that it is.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

RECEPTIONIST: Excuse me, sir.

Miss Brinkman is here
to sign the papers.

Ah, goody-

Miss Brinkman,
l believe you've
already met Mr. Scholley.

It's a pleasure to meet you.
I'm Robert G. Durant.

I'm president of Inter-City
Land Development's
parent company.

Durant?
Please, call me Robert.

Do sit down.

As you can see,
the check is
already prepared.

AII we need is your
signature on these X's,

then the check is yours
and the building is ours.

Something the matter,
Miss Brinkman?

Ican%_.Ican%
sell you the building.

Is it the price?

No. Excuse me, I...
Excuse me.

What is it with
these Brinkmans?

Eddie, take Roy with you
and bring her back.

She will sign.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

WOMAN: Hold the elevator,
please? Thank you.

ROY: What are you doing?
Open the door!

She's gonna...

Eddie!

Taxi!

Laune.

You have to get
away from here.

Durant's gonna
have you killed.

(WHISTLES)

What's he doing?

Shit.

Eddie, you moron,
open the door!

Ithoughtyou
were working for him.

I am. I mean, I'm not.
It's complicated, all right?

You gotta get
out of here now.

What the hell
is your problem?

Some freak duked me
in the washroom.

Who? What?
Hey, that's me.

That's him?

It can't be.

Why are you helping me?
It's a long story.

Get away from here, Laurie.
Go as far and as fast
as you can.

PEYTON: Go!
Hey, Eddie! Hey, Eddie!

ROY: Hey, Whitey.
Whitey, open the door!
PEYTON: Go, go, go!

Westlake!

Get the girl.

Go. Move it.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Hurry.
MAN: Watch it, asshole.

(GROANING)

MAN: Move it.
Move it!

Let's go, let's move.

Come on, you guys!

MAN: Get out of the street!

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

TAXI DRIVER:
Hey, watch it, buddy.

Laune!

Shit.

Let's go. Come on.

I'm doing the best I can.

Laurie, stop. Laurie.

LauHe.LauHe.

Lauñe.
Wait, stop.
We have to pick up that man.

Which one, lady?

This one, this man.
Tell him to stop the car.

Laune,LauHe.

Thanks for stopping.

Just isn't your day,
is it, sweetheart?

EDDIE: Drive, gramps.

Laune!

No!

Laurie, don't...

WHITEY: You want her,
come and get her.

Come on.

LAURIE: No, don't! Let go! No!

DURANT: It's all mine now.

I know Westlake.
That cockroach will be here.

It's just a matter of time.

He knows we have the girl,
he will try to save her,
and when he does, gentlemen,

that will be my Iucky day.

He could look like anybody.

He could look like me.

He could look
like any one of you.

Jeez, boss, it's me.

Unülvvesüakeis
safely in my hands,
everyone is suspect.

It's impossible working
in this noise and dust.

Doctor?

Yes, it is me, Robert.

Are you sure?
Yes, I'm sure.

Relax, Robert.
You're getting paranoid.

Paranoia is total awareness.

No one can relax
until Westlake is toast.

Edward, my pills.

Ivan, are you making sure
they're not dawdling on
the modifications to my car?

Yes, sir. They called.

I will pick it up myself.
Good.

PEYTON: What's that?

(IMITATING IVAN'S VOICE)
Yes, sir. They called.
l will pick it up myself.

DURANT: The batteries
will be ready in time?

Yes, yes, yes. I'm just
about to load the first one.
Be careful!

Would you be careful?
Put that down.

Ibypassed
the pressurized tritium
in the outer Chambers.

DURANT: I don't need
the details. Will they work?

Absolutely, positively.

IVAN: Whitey. Whitey.

(SCREAMING)

Of course it's important
not to cross-connect
the terminais of the battery.

I think we've all learned
a valuable safety tip here.

Carry on, Doctor.
I'm going downstairs
to check on our guest.

Ivan?

Miss Brinkman,
you look comfy.

This is the time
when I'd normally ask

whether you'd
reconsidered our offer.

You killed David.

I thought you might still
be upset about that.

Not that it really matters.
I've moved on to Plan B.

Ivan,
tell our Iucky prize winner
where she's going.

To our sod farm
in Saskatchewan.

L think you'll
find it a peaceful,
out-of-the-way little spot

where your only visitor
might be an occasional moose

who decides to decorate
your final resting place
with a dropping.

But before I ship you out,
I'm going to use you

to destroy that
miserable bug,
Peyton Westlake.

Peyton?
That's right.

For some reason
he cares about you.

So I'm going to
use you as bait
to Iure him into the open,

and then I'm going to
kill you both.

Thought you'd like to know.

Just for record, devushka,
Iwould have taken money.

FEMALE COMPUTER VOICE:
Biochemical
Synthesis complete.

Globular substance
matrices encapsulated.

Let's see.

Let's see what happens
when this hits your stomach,
Mr. Durant.

Danger.
Toxicity sensors indicate...
Okay.

...substance ingestion fatal.

Substance ingestion fatal.

(CHUCKUNG)

Durant, take two of these
and call me in the morning.

(LAUGHING)

(TV CHA TTERING)

IVAN: Is anyone here?

MAN: Yeah, I'm over here
working. What do you want?

IVAN: I've come
for Mr. Durant's car.

MAN: What do you think,
genius? Does it look
ready yet?

You called,
told us to pick it up.

I didn't call anybody.
Come back in an hour.

Someone called! I am here.

I will take car now!

MAN: Foreigners.

(GUN COCKING)

Typical American workers.

Surprise.

(GRUNTS)

No wonder you lost
the Cold War.

(YELLING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Always pay attention
to the instructions.

Look what happened to Whitey.

(CAR HONKING)

(HONKING CONTINUES)

EDDIE: AII right,
all right, all right.

Come on, Roy,
get the doors. Move it.

What took you so long?

Some windows failed my test.

So I made him do it over.

The windows are acceptable.

What about
the rest of the car?

Two inches of Kevlar armor
were installed in doors,
roof and hood.

Tires are puncture-proof.

And vehicle is resistant
to all known NATO and Soviet
anti-tank weapons.

And it has 10 CD
player in trunk.

So much for Westlake.

The one place
that l was vulnerable
is now a fortress.

Boss.

Mr. Perkins, right on time.

I am always on time, Durant.

That's why I'm rich.

You have my merchandise.

Awaiting your inspection.

$100 million.
Cash on the barrel.

Smells wonderful,
doesn't it?

(PERKINS LAUGHING)

My rifles, Durant.

Ah, Dr. Hathaway.

Would you do the honors?

HATHAWAY: Now pay attention,
Mr. Perkins.

(WEAPON BEEPING)

You simply point and shoot!

Man.

HATHAWAY: Hallelujah!

(SINGING) Glory, glory,
halle/ujah

Glory, glory, hallelujah

Glory, glory, hallelujah

You have revolutionized
the right to bear arms.

(HATHAWAY HUMMING)

In this case,
the far right to bear arms.

(MEN LAUGHING)

I think this calls
for a celebration.

Damn, Durant,
that is one fine weapon.

Thank you, sir.

The boys and I love
a big noise, don't we?

We sure do, sir.

Let's drink to the green.

Yes.

Mmm.

So, Mr. Durant, this gun
of yours seems to work really
well on inanimate objects.

But how does it work
on people?

Good question.
Why don't we invite
Miss Brinkman to join us?

I will get her.
No, Roy can get her. Roy?

(GROANING)

My pills.

Right here, Mr. Durant.

This will save us the cost
of mailing her to Saskatoon.

LAURIE: Let me go!

Thank you for volunteering,
Miss Brinkman.

Ivan, disintegrate the girl,
won't you?

(GROANS)

Robert? What's the matter?

The pills.
He's having reaction
to his medication.

Take a deep breath.

Let's get him to a hospital.

You're a doctor,
do something.

HATHAWAY: I'm not that
kind of a doctor.

PEYTON: Open doors, quickly.

Yes.

Easy.

One of us is not
who he pretends to be.

Ivan never carries
my pills, Westlake.

(SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

Only I am allowed
to wear my face.

You are so predictable.

L knew you'd come after me.
AII l had to do was
dangle the right bait

in front of what's
left of your nose.

Cuff him and bring him.

Isn't this delightful?

Two of my favorite people
about to sacrifice themselves
to the greater good.

Well, you're a lovely couple,
but now it's time to
play You Bet Your Life.

IVAN: I would offer some
traditional parting gifts,

but we're fresh
out of cigarettes
and blindfolds.

(SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(LAUGHING)

Bring me one of
the girl's fingers
and all ten of Westlake's.

I want to see
the freak suffer.

(WEAPON BEEPING)

(LAUGHING)

(ECHOING) He's a freak.

David.
PE YTON.' No!

Peyton?

Peyton?

Durant!

LAURIE: Peyton, please.

PEYTON: No, no. No!

No!

(SCREAMING)

Jesus! Get off me, you idiot!

(GRUNTING)

LAURIE: Peyton.

Laurie, get down!

Get him!

(MACHINE GUN FIRING)

Are you okay?
Yeah.

I want you to get
out of here now.

Grab those guns and that money
and let's blow this pop stand!

It was you who helped me
with the cab, wasn't it?

Yeah.
You gotta go now, Laurie.
No.

Trust me, go now. Move!

(MACHINE GUN FIRING)

Where the hell are you going?

Perkins, you leave my babies.

They're my babies now,
you commie son of a bitch!

Nazi bastard.

(GROANING)

(GUN FIRES)

Nobody walks away from a deal
with Robert G. Durant.

Where are you,
you spooky son of a bitch?

DURANT: Where is he?

Come out, come out,
wherever you are.

Boss, look.

(GUN FIRING)

PEYTON: You want me?
Come and get me.

He's a fucking ghost, man.

Let's make sure
of that, shall we?

Well?

ROY: Eddie, come on. Wait up.

EDDIE: Look somewhere else,
Roy. You're not gonna
find him behind me.

Where are you, you freak?

PEYTON: How about
a nightmare?

(EXCLAIMS)

(CHUCKLES)

(GUN FIRES)

PEYTON: (IN ROY'S VOICE)
Igot him!

PEYTON: Eddie!

Eddie, I got the bastard!

DURANT: You got him?
Hold the door.

EDDIE: You got him.
Good going, Roy.

EDDIE: Roy?

Eddie?

You killed my friend.

I'm sorry.
Forgive me.

Ap0logy accepted.

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMING)

PEYTON: You're next, Durant.

(PEYTON LAUGHING)

Westlake! You're dead!

(GUN FIRING)
You're dead! You're dead!

(GRUNTING)

I told you, it's my face!

(GRUNTING)

Gentlemen, cease and desist
or I'II fry you both.

Now come down here.

What I have here is
a 50-50 proposition.

HOW to tell?

The real lvan stepped
on a mine in Afghanistan.
He has an artificial hip.

Mr. Durant, that's me,
I'm Ivan.
l have artificial hip.

Mr. Durant, it's me, I'm Ivan.
Shoot him, he's Westlake.

Please, shoot him.
He's Westlake.

I'm Ivan.
I have artificial hip.

Please, no. I'm Ivan.

Mr. Durant, shoot him.

Mr. Durant, believe me.
I have artificial hip.

It's me, I'm Ivan.

Shoot him, he's Westlake.

No, Mr. Durant.

(SCREAMING)

DURANT: Hip, hip, hooray.

Well, l guess that narrows
down my choices a little,
doesn't it, Westlake?

Aren't you the pretty one?

L can't tell you what
an epic pain in the ass
you've been.

But nothing Iasts forever,
pizza face.

(WEAPON BEEPING)

LAURIE: Durant!
Laune.

A baby doll with a big gun.

This must be one of Barbie's
new spring accessories.

Come to save Prince Charming?
Well, take a good look.

Put the gun down,
you ridiculous bitch.

This is for David.

(SCREAMING)

I got you, you bastard.

You'll pay for
what you've done.

(SCREAMING)

(COUGHING)

Game is over, Westlake!

(LAUGHING)

(WEAPON CLICKING)

Batteries not included.

(LAUGHING)

(SCREAMS)

YOU!

(GRUNTING)

(LAURIE COUGHING)

Come here, come here!

Westlake, stay
wherever the hell you are

oryouWIbe
wearing her last thought.

Get in!

(LAURIE SCREAMS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(BEEPING)

Hey.

PEYTON: Run, Laurie,
get away from the car.

(GROANING)

Westlake!

(LAUGHING)

(BEEPING)

(EXCLAIMS)

PE YTON: Be careful, now.

He bites.

You son of a bitch!

This time, it's forever.

David's dreams died with him.

Durant stole mine.

Protect your dreams, Laurie.

Peyton.

Thank you, Peyton.

REPORTER: And we'll be
bringing you more details
as they become available.

However,
on a sadder note,

today former anchor
Jill Randall was buried.

Known as one of television's
most aggressive reporters,

Randall never
compromised her integrity.

ln fact, the very
night she was killed,
she broke a major story,

that of the return
to power of crime boss
Robert G. Durant.

Police sources are saying
that Durant may
have been responsible

for the car bomb that
took Randall's life.

But, whatever the facts,
let it be said

that Jill Randall
died as she lived,

in relentless
pursuit of the truth.

PE YTON: Vengeance has
many casualties,

the gui/ty and the innocent.

My Salvation was
buried with those

who would rescue me
from revenge.

And so, I continue
to face the darkness

alone.