Original subtitles

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.

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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.