All language subtitles for Darkman.II.The.Return.of.Durant.1995.720p.BluRay.x264-SAiMORNY

My name is Peyton Westlake.

I was a scientist exploring
new hope for all of humanity.

Until he...
took it all away from me.

Robert G. Durant.

He ripped everything
from my life,

everything that was
precious to me.

Durant burned away
my identity...

Leaving me for dead...

not knowing
he had created a monster.

My science
is my only existence now.

Synthetic digitization
complete.

Yes.

My synthetic skin formula
gave me back my face.

Photosensitivity reaction.

But only for 99 minutes.

Skin matrix
dissolving in 99 minutes.

99 minutes.

Failure. Failure.

But it was all I needed.

I recreated the face
of my enemy.

I turned Durant's organization
against itself...

until only he remained.

And then, finally,
I destroyed him.

- Kiss your ass good-bye!
- No!

But I chose to live on...

as a creature of the shadows.

As Darkman.

It's the boss!
Quick!

-Doctor said he'd never come out
of this coma. Where's Eddie?
-Yeah, I'm here, Rollo.

After all this time!
You wouldn't think anybody'd
survive a crash like that.

Roy!
Get your ass in here!
Okay, yeah!

Doctor?

He's coming back!

Get on their fuckin' tail!
I want my fuckin' coke!
I want my fuckin' money!

And I wanna kill
those motherfuckers!

Go, go, go, go!

Yeah, yeah!
Do it! Do it!

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

- I'll get those fuckers
with this!
- Yeah! Do it!

Oh, shit!

- Look out!
- What?

Oh, Steve. Oh, Steve!

Steve! Steve!
Baby!

Oh, I'm hurt!
I'm hurt real bad.

- No!
- No, man! No!

Steve! Steve!

- Alone at last.

Fuck!

Later, bitch!

Help me!

Huh?

- What the hell are you?
- A concerned citizen.

Thanks for the donation.

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 toll...

as paramedics
fight furiously to save
what lives they can.

Dan, you got it?
You hooked up?

Mm-hmm.
I'll be ready
in a second.

Wow, look at this mess.
What happened here?

I don't know.
We'll have lots
of pretty pictures.

Bonnie!
How's it goin'?

Cisco. Amazing reporter.
Network, Stan. That's
where we gotta be.

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

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

They just went
to commercial. Can we be
live when they come back?

Yeah. Absolutely.
All right, let's go.
You positive? Let's do it.

Tell 'em to pick up
the stuff at the other end.
What am I doing here?

Stringer,
give me the short form.
What happened?

Just your basic shit storm.

We got one burned in the car,
one gunshot dead up here,
two others critical,

and that guy's telling me
the Phantom of the Opera
used a manhole cover...

Like a,
like a Frisbee.
Drugs?

Oh, yeah.
Lots of drugs.

Forty seconds, Jill!
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.
Okay, listen,

after the lead-in,

go to the burned car,
then the fire truck, then
keep it on me for the wrap.

You got it. All ready?
Mm-hmm.

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...
I abhor violence.

Especially when it doesn't
make me money.

Good night.
Life in the city
isn't cheap.

Death is.

When every 1 2-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.

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.

- Now we're being undercut
by every nickel-and-dimer.
- With all respect, Mr. Durant,

you've been...
out of commission
for a long time.

You know, I've been thinking',

me and the boys,
we've got some plans.

Maybe you should...
Let us take care of
things for a while, hmm?

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

Oh, god!
Aah. Aah!
Help him.

Ohh! My pills!
My pills!
Boss.

Your medication's
right over here.
Get some water.

Water!

Well.

Gentlemen, we are going back
into the arms business.

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

How? 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.

And for that,

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.

Ha! Good luck.
All those buildings there
have been condemned for years.

Oh, ye of little faith.

My factory does exist.

It's right there.

Brinkman Electrical.
I want you to buy
the place.

And I want to
set up operations
within a week.

I'll 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.

All clear on track 85.

No oncoming trains.

Access tunnel 1 8.
Auxiliary tracks in use.

Approaching destination.

Good night, Dr. Westlake.
Good night.

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.

Ext status report
in 30 minutes.

Systems await your command,
Doctor.

Initiating subject
photograph digitization.

Digitization complete.
Holographic recognition
imaging.

Subject mask synthesis
complete.

Implementing skin matrix
formula number 2,9 1 7..

Estimated photosensitivity
index unknown.

Unknown? No, we must
beat the 99-minute barrier.

Photosensitivity reaction.

Skin matrix dissolving
at 99 minutes.

Failure. Failure.
Failure. Failure. Failure.

No!

Oh!

Thank you, sir.

"A Light-resistant
polymer skin substitute."

Hmm.

Dr. David Brinkman.

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

We'll have to get rid
of that sign.
Right. Just open the gate.

Do you think the boss really
wants this piece of shit?
Durant says we need power.

This place has got
plenty to spare.

Will ya look at the size
of this place?

Can I help you?
That depends.
Your name Brinkman?

Yes, I'm Dr. Brinkman.

This is your lucky 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
one million dollars cash
for this property.

Uh...

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.

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...
- Shh.

Take the money. Go.

Is there a problem?

Uh...

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-lymphoma skin cells.

I 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
disintegration in UV light.

Anyway, I've put my findings
on disk, and I'd be honored
if you could take a look.

Certainly.
Excellent.
We'll talk.

I didn't get your name.

*

Here you go, boss.
Just the way you like 'em.

Good, boss.

You wanted
to see me, boss?
Rollo! Yes. Do join us.

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

Uh, yeah.

He ain't sellin'.

- It's unfortunate Brinkman
declined our offer.
- Yeah.

So, uh, what's the plan, boss?

I had an interesting
conversation with our
Colombian friends today.

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?

878 days, 1 2 hours
and 1 6 minutes, Mr. Durant.

800 days, two shipments a week,

each shipment worth, say,
ten million dollars
on the street,

minus the problems
with the exchange rate.

- What do you say that might
add up to, Edward?
- $27,280,000...

and 1 7 cents.

Aah!

Come on! Come on!

Come on. Get in!

- Wh... No! No!
- Buckle up.

- Where's my fucking money?
- C-Cayman Bank of Commerce.
I-I 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.

Always replace
your divots, Rollo.

Seventeen over the...
No, no, no, eighteen.
Eighteen.

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 loaf!

Dr. Hathaway, I presume.

Ahh.

So, what am I
doing here, Robert?

You didn't go to 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,
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, 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 lot of energy.

You let 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.

Ladies!

Oh.

You drive a hard bargain.

You shouldn't
have to ask!
That's...

I won't have it!
It's not your choice!

I'm sorry.
The gate was open.
I was just leaving.

David, I'll talk to you later.

Hi, I'm Laurie.

Peyton.
Nice to meet you,
Peyton.

You too.

So, it's, uh...
Peyton.

Yeah. Was, uh, that,
your, uh, girlfriend?

No, uh, sister.

This is an amazing place
you've built here.

Yeah. It's got
a lot 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.

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

Yeah.

He passed away three years ago.

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

I'm sorry to hear that.

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

I mean, this place,
it just 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?

I want to rekindle a kind
of scientific renaissance.

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, uh...

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.

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.

I ran the formulas you used
for the polymer base.

I used a similar one myself
a few months back.
It didn't work either.

But I was using
negatively-charged ions.
You used a silicon base?

No, no. Carbon.

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

only I reversed the charge
of the ions.

And in full exposure
to sunlight,

this little sucker
lasted 1 73 minutes.

1 73 minutes?

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 1 000 models.

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

- What, do you have a grant?
- No, I, uh, I get donations
from the community.

Partners, then?

Partners.

When can we start?

I have to see somebody.
I have an appointment.

I'll talk to you soon.
This is fantastic.
Thank you.

This is fantastic!

Thank you,
Dr. Brinkman!

Partners, huh?

Here, kitty, kitty.
Come on.

I have a surprise.

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

Ah, there you are!

- Come on. Come on.
- 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 gangland 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.
- No! David!

Okay.

The D.I.N.I. samples
have stabilized.

The cell membranes...

Mmm...
remain elastic.

And there appears to be
no breakdown...

in cell structure...

or activity after...

98 minutes.

Okay.

Let's go for the record, baby.

Dr. Brinkman, I presume.

Aah!

- No!
- I believe
you're acquainted...

- with a former associate
of mine, Rollo Latham.
- Former?

Mr. Latham and I
had a falling out.

Good evening, Dr. Westlake.

Full throttle! Come on!

All you have to do...
is sign.

I told him, I'll tell you.

This property's not for sale.

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

I've asked Mr. Druganov
to resume negotiations...

with an incentive you'll
find much more compelling.

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

- Now leave!
- A regular Luke Skywalker.

- Yeah?
- Whoa!

Ivan? Please teach
Dr. Brinkman some manners.

- Are we all clear?
- . - Access terranean level, tunnel B.

My work! My work!

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

Come on!

Quietly, gentlemen.

This is a school night.

- Please! Please, no!
- You like that! Eddie!

Come here, Eddie!

Eat!

Eat! Eat!

David!

Oh, no.

David?

Durant!

It can't be!

He survived!
Robert G. Durant!

Bring the Asian's finger.
It will make a nice
addition to my collection.

He's a freak! He's a freak!
He's a freak! He's a freak!

No. No!

Noooooo!

Yes!

Music to my ears, gentlemen.

Aah!
Beautiful.

Beautiful.

Remember,
this is just the prototype.

Get out of the way.

Power on.

Safety off.

Boss!

Yes!

- The dawning of a new day!
- Right on.

Shoots a little to the left.

Still uses a lot of juice.

Happily, we may have
found the solution
to our power problem.

Mr. Druganov recently
joined 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.

They were designed to be used
in spy satellites...

Launched over
capitalist countries,

but nobody's launching 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.

Inter-City
Land Development?

Hmm.

Huh. David.

Hmm.

What are you doing here?

Laurie.
I said, what are you
doing here?

Laurie, it's me, Peyton.
Remember?

- I was working on a project
with your brother.
- The project's over.

- Laurie,
I'm so sorry about David.
- Get out, okay? Get out!

Please, just go.

Oh.

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.

I mean, just
look around this place.

Imagine...
the possibilities.

That's, uh, the dream.

No!

Durant.

Durant.

Jill, it's a great story.

Yeah, it's good.
Thank you, Lord.

Oh!
Whoo!

Oh. Okay.
Outta here.

Oh.

So, you comin'?
Yeah.

I'm gonna check this
one more time.

Go ahead.
I'll see you in the morning.
Jill.

Go home.
Tell Patty I said hi.
You're sure?

Absolutely.
Good work.

'Night, Bob.

David.
That's Dan.

Dan.

Jill, did you
get my memo?
The one about
parking in your space?

No, the one
cancelling the retrospective
on Rollo Latham.

He's a crime lord, Bob.

He's... dead, Jill.

Besides, this is Street Copy.

Oh.
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.

It's the '90s, Jill.
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 am the one who
decides what the viewers
want to see, not you.

Oh.
Fine.
Let's make this simple.

- Shape up, or you're gone.
- Yeah.

Yeah.

Bullshit.

Television really is
going to hell.

Who the hell are you?

I 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.

Would you be interested
if I told you I had reason to
believe 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.

Just because
there's a finger missing
doesn't prove anything.

The killer
could be a lunatic
with a finger fetish.

No. I don't think so.
Mmm?

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 I get
in touch with you?
- I'll contact you.

You'd better not be
wasting my time.

Brinkman.

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.

The police don't have
the weapons to stop it,
the courts 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,
I 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.

Uh, just what is the range
on this here thing, huh?

Oh, it will 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 five
million dollars each.

Batteries not included.

- The initial production run
will be 20 rifles.
- When can I have 'em?

End of the week.

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

You know, I 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.
- Gentlemen.

Robert, do you think
it's a good idea...

to sell to someone
who wants to fight crime?

Hmm.
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'll 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,
uncontested monopoly...

over every
criminal enterprise
in this city.

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

I've always thought so.

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

That's very kind.

That was beautiful, Father.

Take care.
Okay.

Laurie.
Thank you, 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.

I wish I could make
some sense out of this.

You know?

I'm sorry.

Did you know my brother
very well?

I was beginning to, yeah.

Miss Brinkman?

Good-bye, Peyton.
I want to thank you
for coming.

Really.

Good-bye.

It was kind of you
to send a car.
It was
the least we could do.

Um...

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?
All right.

Thank you.

I think she really
digs me, man.

You take a look
in the mirror lately?

She does.

You're late.
Your directions stink.

I found out who owns Inter-City
Land Development: the late
Rollo Latham was the C.E.O.

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.
Wait a minute.

We don't know
who killed anybody.

Just because Durant established
Inter-City Land Development
doesn't prove he's still alive.

For all we know,
he could be water skiing
with Jimmy Hoffa in the Bahamas.

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

But our working relationship
isn't going 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 like
to remain anonymous.

I'll call you
if I learn anything.

Shit.

- Okay, 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 dance.

**

Well, hello.
Hello.

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

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

I don't think so.

Oh.

Sometimes I play rough.

Oh, hmm.

Hi.

Laurie!

What are you doing here?
Is there someplace
we can talk?

What's this about, Peyton?
Tell me about those men
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, I don't know anyone
named Durant.

I do. 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?

These men have been very good
to me. They helped me
with David's funeral.

- They're offering a million
dollars for the building.
- A million dollars?

Is that what this is about?
They killed David!
They tortured him!

- Laurie, is everything okay?
- 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.

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

- 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,
just another story.

-It's the truth; it's what I 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 tell me...

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

Last week, Alfred Hathaway,
a weapons genius, was broken
out of a looney bin.

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

If I expose Durant on the air,
his plans are finished.

No! That'll 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.

- Five seconds, four, three...
- Camera one.

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

may be behind Latham 's
spectacular and untimely end.
Here you go, boss.

This picture, taken by our
Street Copy investigative team,
clearly shows Robert G. Durant,

Long-missing and thought dead
by city police.

What an unflattering
photograph.
What is he up to?

Why has the reemergence of one
of this country's most notorious
criminals been kept a secret?

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

"The Fall of a Kingpin."

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

I'm gonna kill her!

Putz.

Jill!

That pretty face has just
talked you out of a job, honey.

Bob! Jill!
The switchboard is going nuts!

Sir, let me explain.
They love it!

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

You are a genius.
Super job!

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.

- Hmm, it was news.
- Durant will notice.

A lot 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, I think.

Just be careful, okay?
Uh-huh.

Peyton, I like this look.

Jill!

Okay, Eddie, let's see.

Initiating subject
photograph digitization.

Digitization completed.

- Process voice.
- I think she really digs me, man.

I think she really digs me, man.
I think she really
digs me, man.

I think she really digs me.
I think she really
digs me, man.

I think she really
digs me, man.

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

I think she really digs me, man.
I think she really
digs me, man.

Yes, yes.

- Hey, Bob, wait up!
- Taxi!

You forgot to zip your fly,
Eddie.
Oh.

- Thanks, Bud.
- Uh!

You son of a bitch!
You killed David,
you killed him!

Enjoy your nap.

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 lesson.

Eddie, you look like shit.

I do?

Sit down, wedge head.

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

That chick messes
with your mind, man.

- I'll kill you!
- Eddie!

Westlake!

Eddie!

Hello!

Uh, sorry.

Have you been drinking again?
Never mind.

Whatever your problem is,
I suggest you keep it at home.

- Do you understand?
- Totally, boss.

The equipment, Eddie!

Um...

It's, uh, movin'
right on schedule, boss.

- It'll be ready.
- Make sure that it is.

Excuse me, sir.

Miss Brinkman is here
to sign the papers.

Ah, goody.

Miss Brinkman, I 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.

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

then the check is yours
and the building is ours.

Something the matter,
Miss Brinkman?

I can't... I can't 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.

Hold the elevator, please?
Thank you.

What are you doing?
Open the door!

She's gonna...
Eddie!
Taxi!

Laurie!

You have to get away from here.
Durant's gonna have you killed.

What's he doing?
Shit!

Eddie, you moron,
open the door!

I thought you were working
for him!
I am... I'm not.
It's complicated.

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.
Go as far and as fast
as you can.

- Go!
- Hey, Eddie!
Hey, Eddie!

Hey, Whitey!
Whitey, open the door!
Go, go!

Westlake!

Get the girl! Go!
Move it!

- Hurry!
- Watch it, asshole!

Whoa!

Hold it!

- Let's go. Let's move!
- C'mon, you guys!

Hey, watch it, buddy!

- Laurie!
- Shit.

- Let's go! Come on!
- I'm doing the best I can.

Laurie, stop!
Laurie!

Laurie! Laurie!

- Laurie!
- Wait, stop! We have
to pick up that man.

Which one, lady?

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

Laurie, Laurie!

Thanks for stopping.

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

Drive, gramps.

- Laurie!
- No!

Laurie, d-don't!

You want her, come and get her.

Come on.
No!

Don't!
Let go! No!

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 lucky day.

He could look like anybody.
He could look like me.

He could look like...
any one of you.

Jeez, boss, it's me!

Until Westlake is
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.
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.

What's that?

Yes, sir. They called.
I will pick it up myself.

The batteries will
be ready in time?

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

Would you be careful?
Put that down!

I bypassed
the pressurized tritium
in the outer chambers.

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

Absolutely, positively.

Whitey! Whitey!

Of course it's important...

not to cross-connect
the terminals 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 lucky prize winner
where she's going.

To our sod farm...
in Saskatchewan.

I 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.

Before I ship you out,
I'm going to use you...

to destroy
that miserable bug,
Peyton Westlake.

Peyton?
For some reason
he cares about you.

I'm going to use you to lure him
into the open, then I'm going
to kill you both.

Thought you'd like to know.

Just for record...
I would have taken money.

Biochemical synthesis complete.

Globular substance matrices
encapsulated.

Let's see, um...

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

Danger. Toxicity sensors
indicate...
Okay.

Substance ingestion fatal.
Hmm.

Substance ingestion fatal.

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

Colorado 5.,
San Francisco 1.

Giants won 15. out
of their last 20.

Is anyone here?
I'm over here working.
What do you want?

I've come for Mr. Durant's car.
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!

Foreigners.

- Typical American workers!
- Surprise.

No wonder you lost
the Cold War.

Always pay attention
to the instructions.

Look what happened to Whitey.

All right, all right.

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 1 0 CD player
in trunk.

- Hmm!
- So much for Westlake.

The one place
I 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.

One hundred million,
cash on the barrel.

Smells wonderful, doesn't it?

My rifles, Durant.
Ah, Dr. Hathaway.

Would you do the honors?

Now pay attention,
Mr. Perkins!

You simply point and shoot!

- Man!
- Hallelujah!

* Glory, glory, hallelujah *

* Glory, glory, hallelujah *

* Glory, glory, hallelujah **

**
You have revolutionized
the right to bear arms.

In this case,
the far right to bear arms.

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.

This gun of yours
seems to work 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.

My pills.

Right here, Mr. Durant.

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

Let me go!

Thank you for volunteering,
Miss Brinkman.

Ivan, disintegrate
the girl, won't you?

Robert?
What's the matter?

He's having reaction
to his medication!
Take a deep breath.

Let's get him to a hospital.

You're a doctor,
do something!
I'm not that kind of a doctor.

Open doors, quickly!
Yes!

Easy.

One of us is not
who he pretends to be.

Ivan never carries
my pills, Westlake.

Only I am allowed
to wear my face!

You are so predictable.
I knew you'd come after me.

All I 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.

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

I would offer some
traditional parting gifts,

but we're fresh out
of cigarettes and blindfolds.

Dosvidanio.

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

I want to see the freak suffer.

He's a freak!

David.
No!

Peyton?

- Peyton?
- Durant!

Peyton, please.

No, no. No!

Jesus!
Get off me, you idiot!

Peyton!
Laurie, get down!

Get him!

Are you okay? I want you
to get out of here now.
Yeah.

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!

Where the hell are you going?

- Perkins, you leave my babies!
- They're my babies now,

you commie son of a bitch!

Nazi bastard!

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

Where are you,
you spooky son of a bitch?

Where is he?

- Come out, come out,
wherever you are!
- Boss, look!

You want me?
Come and get me!

He's a fucking ghost, man!
Let's make sure of that,
shall we?

Well?

Eddie, come on!
Wait up!

Look somewhere else.
You're not gonna find him
behind me.

Where are you, you freak?

How 'bout a nightmare?

I got him!

Eddie!

Eddie, I got the bastard!

You got him?
Hold the door!

You got him.
Good going, Roy!

Roy? Uh-oh.
Eddie?

- You killed my friends.
- I'm sorry.

- Forgive me?
- Apology accepted.

You're next, Durant.

- Westlake! You're dead!
- You're dead, you're dead!

I told you, it's my face!

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

Now come down here.

What I have here
is a 50-50 proposition.

How to tell?

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

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

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

Shoot him! He's Westlake!
I'm Ivan!
I have artificial hip!

I'm Ivan!
Mr. Durant, shoot him.
Believe me!

I have artificial hip.
It's me. I'm Ivan!

- Shoot him. He's Westlake.
- No, Mr. Durant...

Hip, hip, hooray.

Well, I guess that
narrows down my choices,
doesn't it, Westlake?

Aren't you the pretty one?

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

But nothing lasts forever,
pizza face.

Durant!
Laurie.

Hmm. A baby doll
with a big gun.

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

Come to save Prince Charming?
Take a good look.

- Put the gun down,
you ridiculous bitch.
- This is for David.

I got ya, you bastard!

You'll pay
for what you've done!

Game is over, Westlake!

Batteries not included.

You!

Come here, come here!

Westlake, stay wherever
the hell you are...

or you’ll be wearing
her last thought.

Get in!

Hey!

Run, Laurie,
get away from the car!

Westlake!

Ohh!

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.

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.

In 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
Durant may have been
responsible...

for the car bomb that
took Randall's life.

Whatever the facts, let it
be said that Jill Randall
died as she lived...

in relentless pursuit
of the truth.

Vengeance has many casualties:

The guilty and the innocent.

My salvation was buried
with those who would
rescue me from revenge.

And so, I continue
to face the darkness...

alone.