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WESTLAKE: My name is Peyton West/ake.

I was a Scientist on the verge of an amazing liquid skin discovery

until they took it all away.

(WESTLAKE SCREAMING)

(GASPING)

(CONTINUES SCREAMING)

They smashed my life into a million pieces.

Everything was destroyed... My work, my dreams, everything.

(WESTLAKE GASPING)

They burned away my identity, (SCREAMING)

leaving me for dead.

Take him to the burn unit

and prep him for surgery, stat.

Just hold on, pal. I'm with you.

(THUNDER CRASHING)

WESTLAKE: But I wasn't truly dead.

Driven by uncontrollable surges of adrenaline,

I had the strength of 10 men.

(GRUNTS) l became a monster, left to lurk in the shadows.

ELECTRONIC FEMALE VOICE: Synthetic skin...

WESTLAKE: Now science is my only hope.

My synthetic skin formula gave me back my face,

but only for 99 minutes.

99 minutes.

As l try to rebuild myself... No!

I fight for those who have no defender.

(SCREAMING)

(YELLING)

Now crime has a new enemy,

andjusüce has a brand-new face. (GRUNTING)

(FOGHORN BLOWING)

Showtime.

Come on! Let's move!

So this is yours, huh? Are you going ecological on me, Rocker?

Demolition and reclamation, Johnny Lee.

That's where it's at.

Intact, you couldn't get the pigeons to live in this dump.

In pieces, it's worth millions.

A good businessman follows the money, Johnny Lee.

That's why I diversify.

Property, businesses, you.

Nico.

Guys.

Idon%getm Rooket

Your organization handles coke, weed, crank. But you...

You show up to supervise a two-bit shipment of steroids.

I'm not into drugs.

(CHUCKUNG)

What the fuck do you call this shit?

Strength.

MAN: It's right here, boss.

ROOKER: Thank you. Get the rest, Adam.

ADAM: Come on.

(MEN TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

(SNIFFS)

MAN: Hey, good-Iookin'.

Hmm?

(GRUNTS)

Game, set and match.

(BAG ZIPPING)

Always a pleasure doing business with you, Rooker.

What's he doing? Uh, Peter.

The light should have turned this as blue as a bruise.

The shit's been cut.

(LIGHTER FLICKING)

Are you shorting me?

Fuck. It ain't happening on my end.

Of course it's not. (LAUGHS)

How long have we been doing business? Four, five years?

At least fou r. We've had drinks together, swapped dirtyjokes.

(LAUGHS)

(GASPING)

Did you really think you could cheat me, Johnny?

Like the taste of that, Rooker?

I pissed in it.

Put that in the car, Adam.

Adam!

You flipped, man? What the fuck is wrong with you?

Jesus Christ. Somebody coldcocked me.

(GASPS) What the fuck?

(GROANS)

Get him! He's got the money, the son of a bitch!

Come back here, you asshole!

Hey!

Come here. Come on.

God damn you!

God damn you! Hey!

Hey!

(GRUNTING)

So it's true.

Get him! Get him!

Jesus!

I'm gonna get that son of a bitch.

Who is this guy?

(SCREAMS AND GROANS)

Going down.

Shit.

You made me look realbad.

You could do worse.

(SCREAMS) WESTLAKE: Run, coward. Run!

What the fuck is that? (WESTLAKE LAUGHING)

Shit!

(GASPS)

(HORN HONKING)

(ADAM SCREAMING)

WOMAN: (OVER PA) Medi-Comp Laboratories is now closing.

All exits will be looked in 15 minutes.

(BANGING)

MAN 1: How you doin', Doc? WESTLAKE: What have you got?

MAN 1: l got the Nishiki portacomp and the Cray gene-splicer.

WESTLAKE: D.N.A. sequencer?

I'II work on it.

Isthatenough? 'Yeah,Hdsay that ought to cover it.

Hey, I got a slightly dinged up

electron microscope l could let you have cheap.

No,Ineed thatsequencen

Okay, okay. Get back to me.

(PHONE BEEPING)

Yeah. Yeah, he was just here.

Yeah, it's on there. Okay.

Hey, and remember, you fuckin' owe me. Okay.

WOMAN: I know you're out there.

(TRAIN HORN BLARING)

(COMPUTER BEEPS) ELECTRONIC MALE VOICE: Welcome back, Dr. Westlake.

(ENGINE POWERING UP)

All systems running smoothly.

Lab access update... Clear to tunnels four, five, eight.

Tunnel12, train in transit.

Sensors clear. (ENGINE REWING)

Lab perimeter secure. No irregular activity in monitored areas.

(ENGINE WINDING DOWN) Good night, Dr. Westlake.

Home, sweet home.

(SQUISHING)

ELECTRONIC FEMALE VOICE: Status report...

Lab control systems static.

Liquid skin system cryogenic storage at capacity.

Hypercube processors idling at 12%.

Systems await your command, Doctor.

Next status report in 30 minutes.

(MEOWING) (CHUCKLES) Hello, kitty.

Hello, kitty. You think l brought you some milk, don't you?

I'm afraid not, my friend. No,no,no.

(CHUCKLING AND KISSING)

Well, back to work.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Hmm.

You handsome devil.

ELECTRONIC FEMALE VOICE: Initiating digital scan of subject photograph.

Digitization complete.

Beginning three-dimensional holographic imaging.

(BEEPING AND HUMMING)

Completed.

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING) (COMPUTER VOICE INDISTINCT)

lmplementing skin matrix formula number 3, 714.

(LIQUID BUBBLING)

WESTLAKE: Maybe this will be the one.

ELECTRONIC FEMALE VOICE: Estimated photosensitivity index unknown.

Begin Countdown.

(WINDING)

(TICKING)

WOMAN: (ON TV) ...chance tomorrow, 40%.

(SIGHING) Updates every 30 minutes.

(GROANING)

(MUSIC PLAYING OVER TV)

(ALARM RINGING)

WOMAN: (ON TV) ...unexpected sunshine

has high pressure building up...

99 minutes plus!

WOMAN: (ON TV) The high for the next few days will be...

They're holding. They're holding!

(LAUGHING)

We did it! We did it!

We broke the 99-minute barrier!

(LAUGHING)

We did it! We did it! We did it!

(ALARM RINGING)

(GASPING)

MAN: (ON TV) Unfortunately, time does march on.

ELECTRONIC FEMALE VOICE: Photosensitivity reaction. (MAN ON TV INDISTINCT)

Skin matrix breakdown at 99 minutes.

Failure. .. 99 minutes. Failure. MAN: (ON TV) ...tel/tale signs

of the inevitable aging process.

WOMAN: (ON TV) l hate the way I look. But what can l do? (GRUNTS)

ANNOUNCER: (ON TV) lntroducing Sudden Youth, a breakthrough for everyone that has...

Stop!

Defies aging... (YELLS)

(PIANO PLAYING)

Let us review, shall we, gentlemen?

We need a replacement for Mr. Lee,

I'm down $100,000,

and an open casket

is definitely out for Adam's funeral.

Nico?

The drugs were ruined. Ah.

My merchandise, my money and poor Adam.

AII lost because of one man.

What could we do? He was tossing us around like we were nothing.

You're less than nothing. You're pathetic.

(LAUGHS)

Give me five men as strong as him,

and I could own this town.

Peter?

(STOPS PLAYING) MAN: (ON TV) ...Diane Platts at the high school.

Diane? DIAN E: Thanks, Bill.

I'm at a local high school

where earlier today another student,

a football player, has died

from the abuse of illegal steroids.

It's another tragic case

in what is now being called "Roid Rage."

For more on this story we go to Paul Raney.

Thanks very much, Diane. With Tuesday's race

for district attorne y beginning to heat up

and showing a commanding lead in the polls,

Ryan Mitchell seems almost certain to win.

Earlier today, he outlined his proposed war on drugs.

MITCHELL: The F.B.I. has traced the source of illegal drugs

to an organized crime ring working out of our city.

Elect me your new district attorney,

and I will see to it that this dangerous element

that is leaking this insidious drug onto the streets,

that these animals are put...

"Animals!"

Who's he calling an animal? Nico!

Our city has been ruled...

The election is still a week away,

and Mitchell behaves as if he's already in.

Well, he's got balls, I'II give him that.

The latest opinion poll gives him 10 points over our man.

He says he has big plans. Governor. Senator.

I've got my own plans for D.A. Mitchell.

Daddy, Daddy, look! It's my new dress.

Not now, Jenny!

WOMAN: Peter.

I thought I told you never to interrupt me

when I was discussing business.

I'm sorry. I, Ithought...

Don't think, Angela.

Please. Itjust gets you in trouble now, doesn't it?

And what's that she's wearing?

My God, Peter. That's her costume for the school play.

If you ever spent more than five minutes with your daughter,

you'd know that.

Now, gentlemen,

Mr. Mitchell.

Dissolution at 99 minutes, and the cell structure uses...

ELECTRONIC FEMALE VOICE: Perimeter violation.

Alert.

Ah, what have we here? Single intruder present in Quadrant B. Alert.

Intruder. Intruder. Intruder. Let's find out.

(GASPS) You scared me.

How did you get down here?

With this.

Ah. A tracking device.

L had it planted in the crate you took from the medical supply company.

I've been trying to find you for months.

You're very smart.

I hope you're smart enough to find your way back.

Please. Dr. Westlake. Just hear me out.

My name is Bridget Thorne. Dr. Bridget Thorne.

I'm one of the doctors who was attending you at County Medical.

Attended? (LAUGHS)

Should I thank you or kill you?

You were nearly dead when they brought you in,

in terrible pain.

We had no choice.

We had to sever your thalamic nerve.

I know you can't feel anything anymore,

but now that your burns have healed...

Healed? Does this look healed to you, Doctor?

I've already seen what's beneath the mask,

but if it amuses you, go ahead.

I believe I can repair your nervous system.

That's impossible. It's never been done.

Not yet, it hasn't,

but I've developed a new microsurgery procedure,

a technique of my own design.

AII I need is a subject.

AII you need is a human Iab rat. Isn't that it?

I'm not gonna Iie to you.

Go home, Doctor. You're wasting your time.

But ifwe can repair your nerves,

you'll be able to feel sensation again.

Think about the contribution we'll make

in the study of the nervous system and trauma treatment.

Nobody will ever have to go through this again.

Let me tell you something, Dr. Bridget Thorne.

It's been a while since I've cared about anybody,

and I'm not about to start now.

But if you just trust me...

Why? Because you're a doctor?

No. Because I care.

Your facility is fully equipped?

The best of everything. I promise.

I'm not interested in your promises.

I'm interested in your Iab.

I need a D.N.A. sequencer to finish my research.

I have a Pace-Tower 9000. Top of the line.

I get all the log time I want?

Yes. And we can be there in 20 minutes.

BRIDGET: It's quiet, it's private, and you won't believe the deal l got on the rent.

WESTLAKE: Well, it certainly is spacious.

WESTLAKE: Who pays for all this?

BRIDGET: l wish l could say it was university money or one of those genius grants.

Truth is, Daddy pays for everything.

That must be nice.

BRIDGET: He's always believed in my work.

Synthetic skin.

Wow. This is really quite brilliant.

Yeah, for 99 minutes.

Then it's a total failure.

VVhy?

Light waves break down the cells.

That's why I need your sequencer

to find a formula that'II be permanent.

I don't need your pity.

I don't pity you, Peyton.

I just want you to know

that you don't have to wear a mask for me.

WESTLAKE: Comparative study of D.N.A. matrix,

test formula 101,102 and 106.

Mark.

You sure don't waste any time, do you?

What's on the disk?

My work. Study, research.

Somehow, this survived the fire.

Maybe you should make a backup.

Maybe l should justpassitouton a street corner

and let everybody have a crack at my work.

(SIGHS)

Hey. I'm on your side. Remember?

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

Come on. Time for yourcheckup.

Just hold on, pal. I'm with you.

(GROANING AND SCREAMING)

BRIDGET: So you want to feel again. WESTLAKE: Let go! Let go! No!

WESTLAKE: l trusted you! l trusted you! BRIDGET: You're a freak!

BRIDGET: You're nothing but a freak! VVESTLAKE: Oh, I hate you!

Oh! How could you? How Could you? (BRIDG ET LAUGHING MANIACALLY)

WESTLAKE: How could you?

(GASPS)

(GRUNTS)

Bridget?

Bridget?

Where are you?

Let's get to work.

D.N.A. sequencing stable. Hmm.

32161. (DEVICE BEEPING)

Molecular balance and structure... Holding.

Huh.

(COMPUTER BEEPING) Matrix alignment appears coherent.

(CHUCKUNG)

Peyton. Huh?

BRIDGET: You're awake.

Bridget, it worked!

It what?

You shouldn't feel sensation for at least a week.

(LAUGHING)

Not that. Come. Come, take a look at this.

I must have been almost there when my Iab was destroyed.

With the data on my disk, the D.N.A. sequencer

was able to organize the cells in the correct pattern.

I don't understand.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING) Voila!

Liquid skin cells. BRIDGET: How long have they Iasted?

300 minutes and counting.

(LAUGHING)

I've been synthesizing a sample,

and I've got almost enough for my face.

Have you tested it? Watch.

Hold this.

Cheers, Doctor. (CHUCKLES)

Now, watch closely.

Yes.

(GASPS) QAUGHWG)

(SIGHS)

You've perfected liquid skin.

I don't even know how itworks, Bridget,

but by tomorrow I'II have the secret

and the skin.

I was wrong to doubt you.

I had a nightmare.

I dreamt that you were Iaughing at me,

that you were trying to hurt me.

But now I know the truth.

ROOKER: The truth is, it wasn't a dream at all.

What?

Say hello to Daddy.

No!

(DEVICE BUZZING) (SCREAMING)

(G ROANING AND PANTING)

(GASPING)

Good job.

You'll make a believer out of me yet.

What did you do to me?

BRIDGET: The operation was a complete success.

I reconnected your thalamic nerve, all right.

(CHUCKLES) Reconnected it to this.

What do you want?

Iwant my $100,000 that you stole from me.

But since I can't have it, I'II take you in trade.

No! Not my work! No!

(DEVICE BUZZING) (SCREAMING)

(BRIDGET LAUGHING)

(WATER DRIPPING)

(SCREAMING)

BRIDG ET: I reconnected your thalamic nerve, all right.

ROOKER: (LAUGHING) You're nothing but a freak!

(WESTLAKE SCREAMING)

(DEVICE BUZZING)

VVESTLAKE: No! No! No! ROOKER: You're a freak! Freak! Freak! Freak!

Illgetyoul lWlgetyou! lWlgetyou!

(GASPING)

(GRUNTING)

Gotta get out. (PANTING)

He's out!

No!

(SPARKING) (ENGINE STARTS)

(TIRES SQUEALING)

Why don't you learn to shoot, you bunch of gummers?

Look out, baby! Look out, baby!

(GRUNTING)

MAN: (LAUGHING) Now!

(MAN LAUGHING)

Hey, French fry!

(PANTING) No!

Do it.

(AUTOMATIC GUNFIRE)

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES) (GRUNTING)

Oh, my God! Oh!

(SCREAMS)

(GROANING)

He made it!

What do you want from me?

I want your strength.

What if I don't feel like giving it?

Then Ijust destroy all your research,

and you spend the rest of your life looking like the bottom of a shoe.

(DEVICE BUZZING) I'II kill you! (GROANING)

You see, it goes something like this.

You can either be a good boy,

or... I can give you more of this.

Personally, I'd be a good boy.

His strength increases with stress.

With luck, the obstacle course pushed him to a 10.

Get him on the table. l want a blood sample while he's still amped up.

(GRUNTING)

I trusted you! (SCOFFS)

Life's a bitch, and so am l. (GRUNTS)

(SIGHS) Women. Never touch them.

Shh.

(METAL DOORS CLAN KING)

(GASPING)

You! Why me?

(LAUGHS) No I.D. No face. No prints.

You were the perfect subject

until you disappeared from the hospital.

Hell, Rookerthought Iwas scamming him

until you popped up at his steroid buy.

You are a doctor, a healer.

By using your adrenal samples,

I can synthesize a black market drug

that'II make Rooker's steroids look like rat piss.

(LAUGHS)

You're Selling it? BRIDGET: Think about it.

Football, boxing, almost any professional sport.

Do you know how much that would be worth?

I can fund a dozen research facilities.

You're creating more of me.

Oh, no. Better than you.

(LAUGHING)

I'm nobody's Iab rat! Do you understand? (GROWLS)

I have successfully replicated Dr. Westlake's

physical strength and stamina

in each of my control animals.

(SIGHS)

The subjects show radically increased strength.

(RAT SCREECHING)

(CAT YOWLING)

E.K.: What's he doing to that cat? (CAT SCREECHING)

(RAT HISSING) (CAT MOANING)

Now that's a rat.

(YELLING AND GRUNTING)

I trusted you! (SHOUTING)

I trusted you!

(PANTING) Huh?

Yes.

(GRUNTS)

(CHUCKLING) Yeah.

(GROANING)

(GASPS) (TRANSMITTER CRACKLING)

(TRANSMITTER BUZZING)

Now I've got you.

ROOKER: So it's all there.

BRIDGET: Chemical matrix, metabolic rate, D.N.A. spool.

Give that to any half-decent Iab,

and we can have a synthetic: on the street by the end of the week.

(CHUCKUNG)

E.K., waste the freak, please.

(SWITCH CLICKS)

Thank you.

I need my boys ready by Tuesday.

Not a problem.

You guarantee they'II be as strong as Westlake?

I guarantee they'II make you happy.

And as happy as they'II make you, l guarantee I'II make you happier.

(METAL INSTRUMENTS CLATTERING)

You want to do it here inthelab?

Yes, please.

I love when you say "please."

Son of a bitch.

Hey, man! Where are you?

You can hide from me,

but you can't hide from this.

(DEVICE BUZZING)

(BEEPING)

What the...

(YELLING)

(GROANING)

(E.K. CHUCKLING)

You ain't so tough.

Tough enough. (GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(SCREAMING) (CHUCKUNG)

Looks like you've got an eyeful.

(GRUNTING AND PANTING)

(GRUNTS)

(BRIDGET MOANING)

(ROOKER MOANING)

ROOKER: Oh, baby.

Peter.

Angela.

(SIGHS)

(CHUCKLING) You know Dr. Thorne.

She's in the industrial reclamation field.

Yes, I'm sure she knows all about trash.

As a matter of fact,

I have a Ph.D. in it.

Thank you, Doctor.

You have some, um, Iipstick.

How many times is it

that, uh, that you've promised me no more affairs?

(CHUCKLING) And I said I'd keep believing you?

What is it you want?

Jenny... (SIGHS) She loves you, Peter.

You hardly see her anymore. She needs you.

Peter. Peter, we have a problem.

Go home, Angela. We'll discuss this later.

ROOKER: Put him out, please.

This Westlake is beginning to piss me off.

WESTLAKE: So this is where you hide, Rocker.

(TU RNS ON RECEIVER) ANGELA: Where is Mr. Bunny?

JENNY: There he is! ANGELA: Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! He was hiding, huh?

Why does he do that? Why does he hide from you?

Isn't Daddy gonna kiss me good night?

No, not tonight, honey,okay?

Daddy doesn't love us anymore, does he, Mom?

Oh, honey.

It's not that...

Daddy has just been very distracted by his work Iately.

But things will get better.

I promise, okay?

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING) What about tomorrow night?

Don 't worry. He 'll be here tomorrow.

Oka y?

(CAMERA CONTINUES CLICKING)

Yeah.

Damn.

You hear something?

Yeah.

Your mouth.

Shut up.

(THUMP)

(PHONE RINGING)

NICO: Hello? Peter Rooker's residence. He what?

I don't give a shit about Mitchell!

We'll deal with him. Just do ¡t! (RECEIVER SLAMMING)

(SIGHS) This election's got everybody crazy.

I want you to clear my schedule of everything.

Bridget's doing it tomorrow night.

Everything, Peter?

Tomorrow? What about the other thing here at the house?

Cancel it.

That might cause complications.

ROOKER: Just do it.

NICO: Peter, it wouldn't be wise.

WESTLAKE: My skin.

Do you think you can stall them till l get here?

Of course. Thank you, Nico.

Gotcha!

ROOKER: (OVER RECORDING) Cancel it.

N ICO: That might cause complications.

ROOKER: Just do it. NICO: Peter, it wouldn't be wise.

ROOKER: Do you think you can sta/l them till l get here?

NICO: Of course. ROOKER: Thank you, Nico.

I want you to clear my schedule of everything.

Bridgefs doing it tomorrow night. N ICO: Tomorrow?

ELECTRONIC FEMALE VOICE: lnitiating digital scan of subject photograph.

NICO: That might cause complications. Digitization complete.

ROOKER: Just do ¡t! NICO: lt wouldn't be wise.

ROOKER: Do you think you can sta/I them

till I get here? NICO: Of course.

(LAUGHS) ROOKER: Thank you, Nico.

I want you to clear my schedule of everything.

Bridget's doing it tomorrow night.

NICO: Tomorrow? What about...

(IMITATING ROOKER) Do you think you can stall them?

No.

(TAPE REWINDING)

ROOKER: Do you think you can sta/l them till l get here?

(IMITATING ROOKER) Do you think you can stall them? No!

(TAPE REWINDING)

ROOKER: Do you think you can sta/l them till l get here?

(IMITATING ROOKER) Do you think you can stall them?

(LAUGHING)

Yes.

ELECTRONIC FEMALE VOICE: Beginning three-dimensional holographic imaging.

It's time to meet your match, Rocker. (BEEPING)

(LAUGHING MANIACALLY)

ELECTRONIC FEMALE VOICE: Completed.

(GASPS) ELECTRONIC FEMALE VOICE: Massive perimeter violation.

Multiple intruders in Quadrant B.

Alert. Intruder alert.

So you've come for me.

ELECTRONIC FEMALE VOICE: Subject mask Synthesis complete.

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

lmplementing skin matrix formula 3, 714.

(BUBBLING)

Alert. Inner perimeter violated.

(RUMBLING)

MAN: What's that noise? It's coming right at us!

(GASPS)

(WESTLAKE LAUGHING)

lncoming! Look out! WESTLAKE: Out of the way! Come on!

MAN: Get out of the way! Son of a... Get out!

ROOKER: Kill him! (SCREAMING)

(WESTLAKE GASPS)

Whoa!

(YELLS) God, no! No! Look out!

(GASPING)

(GROANS)

(SQUEALING)

ROOKER: You missed! (GRUNTS)

I'II make it up to you, Mr. Rooker.

Yes. You will.

BRIDGET: The serum appears to replicate Westlake's condition

by realigning the central nervous system,

(CLICKS TONGUE)

causing augmented strength,

fomenting rapid healing.

(BEEP5)

It remains to be seen if the synthetic

(KEYBOARD TAPPING) causes the same psychological trauma

as seen in subject Westlake.

(CRACKING)

Daddy.

Oh, I'm sorry, Daddy. Don't get mad.

Why would I get mad?

You have to sleep at your office again.

Right, Daddy?

Yeah, that's... That's right, Jenny.

Why don't you be a good girl and go back to bed?

Yes, Daddy.

Daddy, may I have some hot chocolate, please?

You know where everything is. But it's dark in there.

Haven't you ever been afraid of the dark?

WESTLAKE: Okay, Jenny, but Daddy doesn't have much time.

ALL: Surprise!

(ALL LAUGHING)

ALL: (SINGING) Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday, dear Peter

Happy birthday to you Didn't expect you so soon. ls everything all right?

Yes. (GUESTS CHEERING)

Thanks for showing up.

Peter, please.

Everybody's watching.

Sorry. Would you like a drink?

(MUSIC PLAYING) Love Iifts us up where we belong

Doesn't that song remind you of our wedding?

Where the eagles cry We danced all night.

I couldn't find you all night, you and my maid of honor.

On a mountain high

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

And you forgot your wedding ring again.

At least you had the sense to leave her there too.

(SCOFFS)

Peter, are you all right?

Yes, yes.

Attention, Iadies and gentlemen.

L propose a toast to the guest of honor, my nephew, Peter.

GUESTS: Cheers!

BRIDGET: Rooker's fixated on taking out Mitchell,

and selling the drug on the street.

(MONITOR BEEPING)

But the more I think about it,

Iegitimate medicine

offers a virtually unlimited profit.

(CHUCKLES)

The underground's peanuts... (BEAKER CLANGS)

...compared to international pharmaceuticals.

Well, I'IIjust have to talk him into it,

Iike I've talked him into everything else.

(CHUCKLES)

(CLATTERING)

Note, call my sources in the drug industry and get ballpark...

(GASPS, SIGHS)

You scared me.

How long have you been here?

Is there a problem?

No, no.

Mmm-hmm. Shall we begin?

Let's. (BOTH CHUCKLE)

(BEEP5)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING AND LAUGHTER)

(GUESTS CONTINUE CHATTERING)

(BEEPING)

WOMAN: Wonderful party, Peter.

It's time, Peter!

Everybody wants to hear you play. GUESTS: Yeah!

Play? Oh, sure!

There's never been a celebration

at which my nephew has not insisted on playing a Sonata

on his treasured baby grand, and there never will be.

Right? GUESTS: Right.

Play.

Come on, Daddy. Play!

MAN: That's it, Jenny. Get him going.

(GUESTS CHATTERING)

MAN: Go on, Peter.

Come on, Peter. Play.

WOMAN: Yeah, come on. Play.

UNCLE: Piano.

WOMAN: (LAUGHING) Oh, there he goes.

(GUESTS APPLAUDING) Yeah, all right.

WOMAN: A conference.

They're going to do something special.

WOMAN 2: Whip something up. A little Mozart maybe?

JENNY: Uh-huh. Okay.

JENNY: Okay.

(PLAYING POP GOES THE WEASEL)

(GUESTS LAUGHING)

So, this shot...

It's going to make us strong, right?

As an ox.

To match your I.Q.

She wants to match my I.Q.

(SNIGGERS)

Joey,Joey,Joey.

I'm worried the serum may have psychological side effects.

What do you mean?

We're talking about a new science here.

Westlake's nervous system is different.

They may become paranoid, belligerent.

You might not be able to control them.

Let me worry about that.

Just make 'em strong.

(PIANO PLAYING CONTINUES)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

WOMAN: Oh, a Iatecomer.

Do you have a warrant?

Read it and weep, big mouth.

Oh, my God! OFFICER: AII right, everybody stay where they are.

Take this.

Peter? WOMAN: Angela?

What the hell is Mitchell doing here?

Mr. Mitchell is here as a civilian observer,

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER) until Tuesday's election,

when he officially goes to work Smashing your boss's operation.

AII right, tear this place apart. Let's go. OFFICER: Yes, sir.

What's going on? OFFICER: l got south side outside.

OFFICER 2: l got basement. OFFICER 3: I'II be in the kitchen.

Come on. Let's go.

OFFICER: Excuse me.

I gave them a sedative to keep them quiet

while their nervous systems adjust to the drug.

(MOANS) Happy birthday, sweetheart.

I'II bring you a piece of cake.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

It's an intimidation thing.

They're trying to make you look weak in front of your friends.

Just stay strong. Everything will be all right.

Look, Mitchell, I don't want any trouble.

Well, that's something you should have thought of along time ago.

I'm going to bring you down, Rooker.

Well, there's no reason to make a big thing of this.

I'II tell you what.

You give me a good deal, and I'II give you the name

of every criminal operation in this town. How's that?

Peter, what are you doing?

I'm not going tojail for anyone, Nico.

It looks like our informant was mistaken.

The house is clean.

I apologize for any inconvenience.

Thank you.

Okay, fellas, let's go.

I'II be giving you a call.

After the election.

I think we can do business.

(SNIFFS)

Jenny, it's your bedtime.

MAN: Honey, would you get your coat?

JENNY: Come on, Daddy.

I got something for you.

For your birthday.

Come on, Daddy. Open it. It's for you.

It's beautiful. Thank you.

I made it myself. WESTLAKE: You did?

Good night, Daddy. I love you.

Happy birthday!

Thank you.

WESTLAKE: Where's my disk?

ANGELA: What is it you want, Peter?

Tucking Jenny in.

Playing duets,

(SNIFFLING) when you would never Iet her near that piano.

You finally want a divorce, don't you?

(WATCH BEEPS)

You want the world to see what a great father you are,

so that you'll get custody, is that it?

(SKIN SIZZLING)

Damn it, look at me.

You are not taking Jenny away from me.

WESTLAKE: No.

(SIZZLING)

Peter? I got to go.

I suppose it's too much to ask for you to come

see Jenny's play tomorrow night?

(CLICKS TONGUE)

Where's everybody going? It's my birthday!

See you in hell, Rooket

What happened? Someone burn the cake?

You'll be Iucky if that's all we burn, Rooker.

Nico, what's going on here?

Peter, I know you know what you're doing,

but this is some serious shit.

What are you talking about? What do you mean?

You just told Mitchell you'd give up all our people if he cut you a deal!

Mitchell? And the whole police force!

Peter. (YELLS) What?

Good night.

I thought you were leaving, so I closed up the safe.

ROOKER: The safe?

It's Westlake, you idiot!

NICO: Westlake?

MAN: (GRUNTING) Come on! Come on!

Man, I feel fucking great!

Yeah! Yeah.

You are losing! Yeah!

(GRUNTS)

Let me back in there, man! Not anymore.

(YELLING, GRUNTING)

BRIDGET: They're every bit as strong as Westlake

on only half the dose.

MAN 1: Come on. MAN 2: Come on!

What do you got? What do you got?

Imagine them at full strength.

MAN 1: You got nothing, man.

Iam.

(GRUNTING AND GROANING)

Street punks think guns make them strong. Well, they're wrong.

You want to make a point? You want to make it stick? You use your fists.

Huh?

That's enough, children.

(SIGHS, GRUNTS) Get...

Vvesüake, that son of a bitch, was in my home.

Sold me out to Mitchell and the cops.

No matter what, I'II be there tomorrow night

when he takes that stage and opens his fat mouth

to thank those people for electing him D.A.

I'II stand back and watch these hopped-up punks

rip him Iimb from Iimb.

(WALTZ MUSIC PLAYING)

How could the beast tell her?

For the first time in his life,

he was frightened.

(EXHALES)

Sorry I'm Iate.

Don't be afraid.

BOY: I'm not afraid of anything.

BOY: You dance well.

As do you, sir.

BOY: Get out.

Get out!

(ROARING)

NARRATOR: For how could a monstrous creature such as he

ever hope for the love of any woman, much less one so beautiful?

How could the beast tell her the truth?

JENNY: Thank you, Ma. ANGELA: l think you were just wonderful.

Thank you, Mommy. (LAUGHING)

Oh, I didn't think you'd make it.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

I came for you and Jenny.

That's all we ever wanted, Peter.

I don't believe it.

Jenny's play, dinner tomorrow night at Chez Royale.

My God!

What has come over you, Peter?

Hi, Angela.

Hi! Hi, Jimmy.

How are you? (ANGELA LAUGHING)

Jimmy, you were so good! You were so good.

So was Jenny. Thank you.

L want to introduce you to my husband. Sure.

(CAR DOOR SLAMS) Peter?

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(SIGHS) Maybe another time.

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

Bye-b . Bye, Jenny_ ye

Bye, Jimmy.

Mom, where'd Dad go?

I don't know, honey. Come on. Let's go home.

WESTLAKE: I don't care about them.

I can't care!

I want my disk back. It's my work.

It's my life.

Ah, Jenny.

God help me.

(SLAMS)

ANGELA: The whole week before,

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

She was just so excited.

(LAUGHING) (CAR DOOR SLAMS)

WESTLAKE: Mrs. Rooker,

can I speak with you for a moment, please?

Phyllis, I'II talk to you later, all right? Yeah.

Yes?

It's you and Jenny.

You have to get away from your husband.

(LAUGHS) Excuse me?

Look, I know you don't recognize my face,

but I've been to your home.

(SCHOOL BELL RINGING)

Let me explain.

My name is Peyton Westlake.

Westlake?

Yes. I'm a scientist.

I know your husband. (KIDS CHATTERING)

Jenny!

I've been perfecting a liquid skin.

Honey, get in the car.

With this, l can make masks that enable me to look like other people.

Is this some kind of sickjoke?

Angela, you're not listening to me.

What I'm trying to tell you is that it was me that held your hand at Jenny's play.

You're crazy.

The beast was Iucky to have such a wonderful beauty.

Mommy, who's this?

ANGELA: Honey, be quiet.

I was with my husband.

No. You were with me.

Oh, my God.

Search your heart, Angela.

(ENGINE REWING) Angela, please,

take Jenny and get away from him

(TIRES SQUEALING) while you still can.

He's dangerous!

Mom, who was that?

I don't know, honey. I don't know.

Honey, go upstairs. Do your homework. AII right?

JENNY: Okay, Mom.

Peter?

Peter?

Nico. Um, where's Peter? I have to talk to him.

He sent me to pick you up. You're meeting him for dinner.

Remember? Chez Royale.

Right.

Mmm-hmm.

BRIDGET: l found Westlake, synthesized the drug.

Now that I've given you everything you wanted,

I want what's mine.

Yes, I remember.

(MOANS) Tell me again.

I take my wife to her favorite restaurant,

Chez Royale.

And then what happens?

ROOKER: I order a bottle of her favorite burgundy...

WESTLAKE: I don't care about Angela.

BRIDGET: (ON TAPE) Yes.

ROOKER: (ON TAPE) And then, l explain... VVESTLAKE: l can't.

I don't care about anybody else.

Idowtgveadamn abouthen

ROOKER: (ON TAPE) The waiter brings the bottle of burgundy to the table.

(WESTLAKE SIGHS)

ROOKER: (ON TAPE) And l make a heartfelt toast.

BRIDGET: (ON TAPE) Something goes wrong? Yes, something terrib/e.

But it looks like a retribution hit.

WESTLAKE: (SHOUTS) No!

ROOKER: Retribution hit.

(LAUGHING MANIACALLY)

Peyton!

(WESTLAKE SCREAMING)

(WHIRRING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Angela.

You look beautiful.

Thank you.

They're beautiful.

Angela, I've been wanting to do this for a long time.

And I'm sorry I missed Jenny's play last night.

L got tied up in one of my boring meetings,

but I'II make it up to her.

But you were Iate, butyou_.

I'II make it up to you too. I promise.

Marango, we'll have the burgundy now. Thank you.

Dr. Peyton Westlake came to see me today.

Hmm. Now isn't that interesting?

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

ELECTRONIC MALE VOICE: Maximum acceleration achieved.

Peter, I'm leaving you.

You and your affairs and your dirty business deals.

And I'm taking Jenny with me.

I don't think so, Angela.

(COCKS) (GASPS)

(FIRES) (PATRONS SCREAMING)

(GROANS)

MAN: 911! Somebody call the police!

(PANTING) That woman... That woman, she...

She... She was my mistress.

You had her killed right in front of me!

But I did it for you, Angela.

I want us to make a new start. Please.

You're insane!

Go!

She's going to get Jenny.

Follow her and bring both of them to the site.

I have to go and vote now.

(GASPING) Bridget.

Where has he taken her?

I guess he knew all along... Iwas using him.

Where's Rooker?

Mitchell's hid...

(SIREN WAILING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

MAN: Shall we get pumped up?

MAN 2: Yeah, give me that.

Okay.

Mmm. Come on. Come on.

Come on, Mack. Move it!

Rooker. What the hell are you doing here?

(CLICKS TONGUE) I'm here to celebrate the Victory.

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

but until you testify in court,

we still got you.

Yes, you do.

Keep an eye on him.

FEMALE REPORTER: Confidence is running high

tonight in the Mitchell camp, (CAMERAS CLICKING)

as early results seem to indicate a possible Iandslide win.

(MUSIC PLAYING) MitchelPs strongman image

seems to have hit a responsive chord among the voters in this city.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING) Security check, sir.

I'm sorry, but we have to check everyone going in tonight.

(DIXIELAND PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING AND LAUGHTER)

WOMAN: Ah! Good to see you.

Better than expected.

Cool off.

We are ready, Mr. Rooker, and will not fail you again.

Of course you won't. You know what to do.

Wait until Mitchell is center stage, cameras rolling,

then rip his fucking head off.

Exactly.

MAN: (ON MIC) Ladies and gentlemen,

can /have your attention, please?

Candidates Troost and Vance have just conceded the race

to the next District Attorney, Ryan Mitchell!

(CROWD CHEERING)

It's been a long road,

and a lot of you people worked very hard to make this happen.

Um, Ryan will be here in a few minutes, so hold on.

This little party is just getting started.

All right! Oh, yeah!

(CHEERING CONTINUES)

Mr. Mitchell would like a moment.

He's interested in cutting that deal.

He is?

He'd like to see you now.

I want my disk.

(CLICKS TONGUE) Westlake.

WESTLAKE: No more games.

I want my disk and the skin.

And what will you do if I refuse to give it to you?

Kill me? I don't think so.

You're not a killer.

I don't know what I am anymore.

No, you don't, do you?

They're at the site.

Tell me where.

ROOKER: I'II do better than tell you.

I'II show you, my friend.

(CROWD CHEERING AND APPLAUDING)

All right. All right.

l know you've all been waiting patiently.

Here he is, your new district attorney, Ryan Mitchell!

(CROWD CHEERING)

(VVHEN THE SAINTS GO MARCHING IN PLAYING ON PIANO)

CROWD: (CHANTING) Mitchell. Mitchell. Mitchell.

(SHOUTING, CHEERING)

Mitchell. ROOKER: Yes.

Live on television with their bare hands.

(INHALES)

Nothing like a little show of strength

to put the fear of God in the hearts of children.

ANNOUNCER: Let's hear ¡t! And with Mitchell out of the way,

I'II be able to sell that serum on the open market and make millions.

ANNOUNCER: Come on, let's hear ¡t! Thanks to Bridget.

(CHEERING CONTINUES)

You don't care about Mitchell any more than I do, do you?

ANNOUNCER: Let's hear it for Mr. Mitchell!

The people have spoken.

(CROWD CHEERING) This is your Victory.

Ifyou want the disk, you'll have to come after me.

Offer of a Iifetime.

(CAMERA CLICKING)

My friends...

(YELLING) Mitchell!

(INDISTINCT CLAMORING)

MAN: Get him out of here!

Get Mitchell away from here!

Get Mitchell down! Get him out of here!

(CROWD SCREAMING) Keep him moving!

Back-up! Get back-up!

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

Come on! Come on!

(GRUNTS)

MAN: Over here! Help us!

(GRUNTING)

Hey,hey,hey! (TIRES SQUEALING)

WOMAN: Hurry!

(LAUGHING MANIACALLY)

(GROANING) (YELLING)

(SHOTS FIRING) (GROANING)

(TIRES SCREECH)

ELECTRONIC MALE VOICE: Moving on track seven,

approaching waterfront transfer.

(BRAKES SCREECHING)

(GRUNTS)

ANGELA: Please. Stand still.

Jenny has nothing to do with it. Everything will be fine.

She has nothing to do with this.

Please don't hurt her. Please! Don't.

No, she has to stay. Please, just don't hurt...

You understand, Mrs. Rooker?

(GRUNTING) She has to stay.

NICO: Please, don't.

I won't hurt her, Mrs. Rooker.

Just stand still, (ANGELA GASPS)

and everything will be perfectly okay.

(SIGHS) (ANGELA SOBBING) Please, don't.

Please. Please. Oh, please.

(WHIMPERS) Please.

(GRUNTS)

WESTLAKE: Angela! JENNY: Peyton!

No need to shout, French fry. (GASPS)

(GRUNTS)

Huh? (GRUNTS)

WESTLAKE: Angela, Jenny, hold on!

(GRU NTS) You've been a bad boy!

(SCREAMING)

He's mine, Mack. No!

(GRUNTING) JOEY: Igot him!

Igot him!

You're getting too much sun.

(WESTLAKE GROANS)

(GRUNTING)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING) (GROANING)

(SCREAMING)

Joey!

(GROANING)

Mommy, what's happening?

Fight me, you bastard!

(PANTING)

(GRUNTS)

WESTLAKE: Need a lift, tough guy?

(LAUGHING) (MACK SCREAMING)

(CRASHING)

NICO: Gotcha.

What the f...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

(YELLING) NICO: No!

(PANTING)

(YELLS) Angela!

(GUN COCKS) Hold it right there, Doc.

'Ç' gun? °Ugh . QUY 'Ike

I thought you'd want to do this man to man.

Now, since when were you considered a man, freak?

(SNIGGERING) l suppose you're looking for this.

No!

Ah! Pretty good shootin', huh?

Step back.

(SNIGGERING)

And I know you're looking for this.

The only sample.

Justenough for your ugly face.

But I don't think you'll be needing that any longer, Doc.

(LAUGHING MANIACALLY)

(RUMBLING)

(LOUD CLANGING)

(PANTING)

Angela.

I couldn't Iet him hurt you.

Angela, let's get Jenny and get out of here.

No!

Look at me, Angela. I'm a new man now.

Stronger than ever!

You tried to kill me.

My own wife.

That was not nice.

(LAUGHING MANIACALLY)

(ENGINE REVVING)

ROOKER: It's your wake-up call, Doc!

(LAUGHING) (GASPING)

(LAUGHING CONTINUES)

Peter! God, no!

Whoo! Ride 'em, cowboy!

Hold on, partner!

Daddy, don't! Jenny, get back.

Get back now. Don't hurt him, Daddy.

(GAS HISSING)

(JENNY SCREAMING) Get back!

Jenny, please! God, no! God!

(GRUNTING, LAUGHING)

It's okay. It's okay, baby. Just hold on.

Hold on, okay? It's okay.

(ANGELA SOBBING)

(SOBBING) God, no. Please.

Please, honey.

(GRUNTS, YELLS)

(BOTH GRU NTING)

ROOKER: Oh! (LAUGHING)

Welcome to Rooker world! (LAUGHS MANIACALLY)

MV skin!

Gotcha!

(LAUGHING)

(GROANS)

You always talk about strength.

But a strong man loves his wife,

takes care of his children.

Come on. Come on.

(YELLING)

(SCREAMING)

(GROANING)

Got you, you bastard!

(LAUGHING)

Peyton!

(HISSING)

Good.

(GRUNTS, YELLS)

(GRUNTS) Angela.

We've got to get out of here. It's going to explode!

Come. Come. Let's go.

Let's go.

Run!

(YELLS) Run!

(ANGELA SCREAMS)

WOMAN: (OVER PA) This is a code three.

Burn unit ready. This is a code three.

Vital signs okay? Yes, Doctor.

Okay, let's get her in the O.R. right away.

We'll get the best graft from here, here and here.

We're not using skin grafts.

Who the hell are you?

I'm Dr. Westlake, burn specialist.

(MONITOR BEEPING)

Everything's going to be okay, Jenny.

(MOANING)

Dr. Westlake?

I have to go.

Wait.

Peyton!

WESTLAKE: Angela.

Please, don't follow me.

Ijust want to see you the way you really are.

VVhy?

I need to see the man...

The man who saved my child.

Please.

(BELL TOLLING)

Thank you.

WESTLAKE: As close as l let her get, she was still miles away,

so I continued my journeys alone into the darkness.