All language subtitles for Darkman 1990

‘Cause he's an asshole!
Tell him no.

Tell him no too.

Him, tell "Fuck you."

No, I'm gonna be here a minute.

I got some guy coming up
that thinks

he's gonna muscle me
out of my property.

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

They're driving up.

Get their pieces.

All right guys, let's go,
lock her up.

Hmm.

We got a surprise
for these gentlemen.

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

Rock and roll.

Oh, a bunch of cuties, huh?

Just hold it there, cue ball.

Bum leg?

No leg.

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

Yeah, what happened?

Had to break it off.

All right, cut the crap!

I got three things
to say to you, Durant.

One, I ain't sellin' my property.

Two, nobody muscles Eddie Black,

especially a bunch of dinks.

And three, if you alls
don't like that,

which I can already see
you don't,

we can cut your balls off.

Maybe that'd be more
satisfactorys to you.

Take 'em down!

I'm just gonna take this fool
with the God damn gun!

Now, let's consider my points.

One by one.

One--

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

Two--
I don't always succeed.

Three--
I've got seven more points.

System ready to receive input.

Just hold together, you little--

Shit!

Fragmentation time?

Ninety-nine minutes again.

Why?

Why, why, why?

Synthetic skin data analysis.

Hm?

What is destabilizing it?

Why won't the liquid skin last?

Vivification process was easy.

Tissue rejection?

Well, we licked that.

I know we're close.
We're smart guys.

So what is it?

Why can't we make
these cells stable?

DNA content +00.47...

What now?

Hm?

Now, well,
we think it out again.

Patiently, objectively.

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

I know it's out there
waiting for us.

Oh, I can feel it.

God, I can almost taste it!

Here she is,
the girl of your dreams.

- Uh! Oh, Peyton.
- My, you were sweet.

How's the skin coming?

Eh, still won't last past 99.

It'll happen.

- Yeah, yeah, sure.
- It will happen, you know?

Look at you.

Rebel without a clue.

Oh, those were the days.

Hey.

What?

Come here.

- Why?
- Come here.

- Oh, I know what's on your mind.
- Let me show you something.

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

Come on, let's dance.

Herb Gorson, please.

Here you go, babe.

- Peyton!
- Oops, sorry.

Hello.

- Herb, hi, it's Julie Hastings.
- Hi.

Listen, I found some memos
when I was researching

the Von Hoffenstein deal that
I don't think I was supposed to find.

Yeah, what are they?

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

And they're records
of payments

to various people
on the zoning commission.

Did he actually sign it?

Well, I think they're payoffs.

It's an accusation,
you better be sure.

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

give him the benefit
of the doubt.

He's a powerful guy,
you better handle it with kid gloves.

- Yeah, okay.
- Call me.

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

Bye, Herb.

God!

- Oh, I don't want to go.
- Don't go, don't go.

I have to go.

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

- Julie.
- I'll call you later.

Julie, Julie, wait.

I have a second.

- Um, I've been thinking.
- Mm?

We should get married.

Marriage?

- Uh-huh.
- Uh-huh.

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

and I really like having
my own place.

But we're practically
living together now.

Oh.

All marriage means is
you answer the phone in the morning

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

Poor woman's beginning
to think she has Alzheimer's.

I can't talk about it now.

Come here.

Jules, I'm asking you
to marry me.

Peyt, I love you.

- I mean, I realized--
- But I gotta think it over, okay?

Where to, babe?

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

and I've come across something
that puzzles me.

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

It details certain payments that--

Yes, yes, I know the memo.

Well, it seems
like the payments were--

Were payoffs
to the zoning commission.

Bribes, to call a spade a spade.

Does that shock you?

No, I guessed as much.

You weren't supposed
to know about it.

That file was not supposed
to circulate.

However, I am asking you
to understand.

Take a look
at that model, Julie.

That's the dream.

Acres of riverfront
reclaimed from decay.

Thousands of jobs created.

A building block.

A very large building block
laid for the future.

Not such a bad dream
as dreams go.

And if the price
of realizing that dream

is the occasional
distasteful chore,

well, I don't run away.

I say, "So be it."

So... want to book me?

The fact remains that
I am in possession of evidence

of the commission of a crime.

Well, let me suggest this--

Well, you excuse yourself
for a few minutes.

Go to the ladies' room,
leaving your briefcase here.

Now, what happens to that memorandum
while it's in my custody

is my responsibility.

I wish it were that simple.

But first of all, I don't have
the memo with me.

I'm trying to protect you.

Does the name Robert Durant
mean anything to you?

Drugs, racketeering--

and real estate.

Robert Durant is a competitor
for the riverfront.

He's a very dangerous man, Julie.

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

DNA content acceptable.

Glucose right on.

We've even checked
the collagen congeners.

They're fine.

This is unbelievable.

Every day it's
a different combination.

Time, Yakitito?

- Time?
- Uh, 98 minutes.

Elasticity reading equals seven--

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

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

Yakitito, time?

- Huh?
- Time?

Ninety-nine.
One hundred minutes.

What, what?

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

But Dr. Westlake, why now?

The dark.

Oh, of course.

The dark.

I think the synthetic cells
are photosensitive.

This is unbelievable.

Oh, what is it about the dark?
Hm?

What secret does it hold?

They're still stable.

Time, Yakitito, time?

Uh, a hundred and one minutes.

Finally, we can replace
damaged skin tissue.

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

All we've got is
a piece of a puzzle.

There's still a big question--

how to keep the cells stable
past 99 minutes in the light.

But at least now, we know!

It's all about light.

I'll get it.

No foolish heroics,
if you please.

We've come only for documents.

Tell us where to find the Bellasarious
memorandum and we shall disappear.

Like a nightmare
before the breaking day.

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

- Unfortunate.
- What memorandum?

No, please.

We want the memorandum.

Should your houseboy's predicament
not jog your memory,

you may bid him Godspeed.

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

You heard the doctor.

Ventilate him.

No, no.

- Bingo.
- Goody.

Bring the Asian's fingers.

Gentlemen.

Rick, I'm proud of you.

Clean to the brain.
That's how I like it.

Marry me?

Oh!

Didn't see you doing
much work out there.

Guy got blown to pieces.

All they found was an ear--
tiny little piece.

Didn't take me long
to bury that.

We're gonna need
some sponges.

Okay, I got 'em.

We'll get ready
to move him?

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

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

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

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

Nobody does anything about the homeless
until they become train wrecks

like Mr. John Doe here.

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

The hands and face
are the most severe.

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

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

Now, we use
the Rangeveritz technique.

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

There, which as you know,
transmits neural impulses of pain

and vibratory sense
to the brain.

No longer receiving
impulses of pain,

you stick him with a pin,

Ouch.

and he can't even feel it.

As in many radical procedures,

there are serious side effects
to this operation.

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

the mind grows hungry.

Starved of its, uh,
regular diet of input,

it takes the only
remaining stimulation it has--

the emotions,
and amplifies them,

giving rise to alienation,
loneliness.

Uncontrolled rage
is not uncommon.

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

giving him augmented strength.

Hence, the restraints.

Naturally, we give them
every chance of recovery,

remain optimistic,
inspire confidence,

talk to him
about rehabilitation potential.

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

Yeeah!

Code blue burn unit.

All doctors report.
Disturbance in the burn unit.

All doctors report immediately.

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

Julie.

It's me.

It's me.

My lab.

All my work.

Oh, my God, no.

No, no, no, no!

Hello, my friend.

Home.

Good, good.

System-- system--

system ready
for digitization program.

Enter code.

Okay.

Digitization in progress.

In progress.

Insufficient data.

Oh, God.

Oh, no, please, please, no.

Quadrant A, quadrant C
unrecognizable.

Oh.

What am I doing wrong?

What?

Yes, quadrants, quadrants,
extrapolate.

Quadrant recognition active.

Digitization in progress.

Yes, that's it.
Clever, clever.

I must perfect the skin.

Heh!

Wrong!
Wrong!

Ehh!

My hands.

They took--
they took my hands.

They-- they took--
they took my hands!

Thank you for coming.

Julie,

with what you've been
going through lately,

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

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

regarding the Bellasarious
memorandum.

The decision's been made
for both of us.

The papers
were destroyed in the fire.

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

Julie, I'm sorry
I mentioned that.

Believe me,
I understand how you feel.

I really do.

Unfortunately,
there's no cure for grief.

But there is something
that eases the symptoms.

It's called dancing.

Would you, uh, like a martini?

Yes, I would love one.

Ventilate him.

No!

His name is Robert G. Durant!

I told where they make
the pick up!

Okay, don't!

I told you everything!

I know, Rick.
I know you did.

But let's pretend you didn't!

Here you are, doll.

- How ya doin', Lizzie?
- Here's your favorite.

- Mmm.
- I'm pretty good today.

...and her name was--
What was her name?

Bandy.
Hey, Pauly.

- Que pasa?
- How are you, man?

Where's Rick?

Here's the cash, man.

Got you a gift, huh?

- See you.
- See you later, pal.

System ready for digitization program.

Enter code.

Meow.

Code-- code recognized.

Data entry required.

System standing by.

It's time.

Yeah.

Yo, Pauly!

Hey, Durant wants
to know where Rick is

and he is hot,
I mean, really hot!

I mean, don't ask me why.

I know he likes Ricky.

Pauly, do you know
where the hell Rick is?

Uh-uh.

You okay, Pauly?

Yeah.

Here's the cash.

Oh.

Pauly, we've been
very concerned about you.

Hey, Mr. Durant,
I must have overslept.

I'm sorry, I guess
I missed the pick up, huh?

Where's the money, Pauly?

What money?
I didn't make the pick up.

Rio, in first class.
How delightful.

And another one for Rick.

Well, that explains
his disappearance.

Hey, I don't know nothin'
about that!

- Where is the money, Pauly?
- What money?

I swear to God, Mr. Durant,
I didn't make the pick up.

I've been right here sleepin'.

Jesus, I swear to God.

Why, I don't even know
how I got dressed.

Well, Pauly...

Have a nice flight.

Hey, did anybody see that?

Did you see that guy?

No.

Oh, God, what have I become?

What have I become?

Please.

Please hold.

Oh, just this once.

What?

What am I?

Hm?

What am I, hm?

Some kind of a circus freak?

Is that it?

Is that it, huh?
Some kind of a freak?

Maybe I should be
wearing a funny little hat.

Do you like it, yeah, yeah?

See the dancing freak.

Pay five bucks
to see the dancing freak.

Only five bucks

to see the dancing freak.

Just five bucks.

I'll give you a show!

I'll give you a goddamn show!

I'll show you who's a freak!

Oh, God!

Oh, Jesus, God!

Oh, keep a lid on it.

I'm a scientist.

That's it.
Think objectively.

Analyze, analyze.
Wait, wait, that's it.

Control the rage.

Just take it easy, Peyton.

Just take it easy, boy.

I'm a scientist.

I'm a scientist.

Reconstruction program.

Reconstruction program complete.

Julie.

No.

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

No.

Please, Julie, please,
don't be afraid.

Listen to me.

Who are you?

It's me, Peyton.

You are dead.

No, no, Jules, no.

I was in the hospital.

A coma.
Dead to the world.

Jules, please.

Please, please hold me.

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

I didn't know how to tell you.

And I needed to see you.

I needed to know
if things could be the same.

Yes, but Peyton,
I don't understand.

Shh, I know it's a shock.

Oh, Julie,
there's so much to it.

And I'll tell you everything.

I just-- I just need
a little time.

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

I just-- I just need
a little time.

All right, I understand
why the doctor said

you shouldn't see me
after the coma.

That's their opinion.

What's yours?

I've gotta have the time
to work this out, Julie.

On my own.

But where does that
leave us, Peyton?

I don't want to be
without you again.

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

It's just that I-- I feel like
a rag doll all pieced together.

You know, my insides
were my outside.

If you could only see
how I feel inside.

I was ashamed, afraid.

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

Of course I still want you.

Julie, Julie,
what if I was hurt?

Like-- like horribly scarred?

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

You couldn't even bear
to have me touch you?

What then, huh?

Huh?

I don't know.

Honestly,
I-- I don't know, Peyt.

But why do you ask me that?

I mean, look at you, you're fine.

And you're back.

Yes, I am back, aren't I?

Just like always.

What the hell do you want, buddy?

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

and I wish to speak
to Mr. Guzman.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

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

Oh, hey, Mr. Durant--

- Ah, Rudy, pay attention.
- I didn't know it was you--

Don't speak, listen.

The funds Pauly misappropriated
are beginning to nettle me.

It's caused a serious
cash flow problem.

Did you receive certain monies
from Chinatown today?

- No, he won't pay.
- Unfortunate.

Then we shall have
to call upon Hung Fat.

Either he provides
the revenue owed to us,

or he becomes
part of my collection.

It would make a nice addition.

That's great.

So you want me
to pick you up at your place

tomorrow morning around 8:30?

That would be just fine.

That would be...

just fine.

That would be just fine.

That would be just fine.

That would be just fine.

That would be...

Just fine.

Hi.

Would you like a bag
for this please, buddy?

That would be just fine.

Hey, hey, take it easy, buddy.

My name isn't buddy.

It's Durant.

Robert G. Durant.

Yes, I'm Robert G. Durant.

Just fine.

Robert, so good of you
to favor me

with your venerated
presence.

The money!

The money.
Yes, Robert.

How I tremble with shame.

I have no money.

How many times
do I have to tell you?

I was nowhere near
any convenience store, you nitwit!

Hey, I could barely get ‘em
to post bail.

They had the whole thing
on video.

Just keep them out of my hair!
You!

I still need you
to sign those papers.

Hey, where are you goin'?

Hong Kong Restaurant, fast!

White powder no longer flows
in its former volume.

All the members of Tong
languish in poverty.

Of all your unworthy servants,

Hung Fat is the most destitute.

Even my own miserable slaves

sometimes ignore my wishes

and upset those
whom I cherish most deeply.

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

when I shall once again
honor you with offerings.

Good-bye, Robert.

Robert, good-bye.

You will provide
the revenues owed to us

by the time
I finish this cigar.

But Robert.

Okay, Bob, you win.

- Damn, drive!
- I can't go no further.

I'm sorry, it's a parade.

- I'll get there myself!
- Hey, what about the fare?

Eat it!

- Move!
- Hey!

Move it!

Out of the final turn
into the backstretch...

- Where is he?
- Where's who?

Guzman!

I thought he was with you.

Shit!

Dios mio!
Que pasa?

There's two of those
son of a bitches.

Shoot him!

Shoot him!

Which one's Durant?

Not me, him!

- Shoot him!
- Shoot him!

God damn it!

Who's little boy are you?

It doesn't matter.

You're dead.

No, no, this one.

Don't just stand there!

Do something!

Son of a bitch
sets me up with the cops

and you practically
hand him the cash!

Madre mia!

Uh!

Mr. Durant, I'm sorry.

(Qué esta pasando?

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

Come on, one more!

Oh, would you stop looking
at that watch?

- Oh, sorry, sorry.
- To hell with time.

Forget about going back
to the hospital, Peyton.

We're going to spend
the whole day together.

- The whole night.
- I'd love to, honey.

But you know I can't,
I've got my therapy, Jules.

Oh, Peyton, we need
more time together.

Tell me why you're so
uncomfortable with me?

All right, Jules, listen to me.

I got to tell you
something about me.

How I've changed.

When I was in the hospital, I--

See the mutant man,
ladies and gentlemen.

Half man, half beast.

Witness this cruel
accident of science

with your own eyes.

Everybody gather around
and look closely.

As you can see...

Peyt, what?

Peyton, what is it?

When I was in the hospital,

was there someone else?

- No.
- Hmmm?

Yes, there was a man
who comforted me.

And I respected him
for his kindness.

But he means nothing to me.

Oh, Peyt, is that what it was?

Is that what it was, Peyt?

Oh, God, I love you, darling.

Oh, it's good to be back.

Oh, Julie Hastings,

I'm gonna win for you
the biggest, fuzziest,

pinkest animal doll
in that rack.

- Yes.
- And then I gotta run.

- Sir.
- You always have to run.

Why does it always have
to be so dramatic?

I have my hospital
sessions, Jules.

I'm not a hundred percent
cured yet.

But I soon will be.

Where is this place exactly?

Peyt, I want to be
involved somehow.

Can I at least take
you back there?

No.

No, please, Julie,
I don't want you to see me there.

I don't want you to think
of me as an invalid or--

or some kind of a freak!

Uh, the pink elephant, please.

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

But I was behind the line.

Not hardly.

I was standing right here
with my girlfriend.

Now, the pink elephant,
if you please.

No way.

- It doesn't matter, Peyton.
- It matters!

I won the pink elephant
for my girlfriend.

Why don't you just, uh,
get lost, pal.

Elephant.

Quickly!

Didn't you hear me... weirdo?

Scram.

- Take it, take it!
- No, please!

Take the fucking elephant!

Please, no.

Forgive me.

Peyton, wait!

Half man and a freak!

He's a freak,
ladies and gentlemen.

He's a freak, a freak!

Peyton?

Peyton?

Synthetic skin data analysis.

Amino acid content

equals 6-4 percent.

Membrane potential
equals 1-2-2 megavolts.

Destabilization register

at 9-9.0-0 minutes.

Why didn't you tell me, Peyton?

You should have told me.

You should have come
to me, Peyt.

You didn't have to lie.

Peyt.

I would have tried to help you.

I can help you now.

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

- Julie.
- Louis, we have to talk.

Excellent, I love to talk.

- Brandy?
- No.

I'll have one.

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

I can't see you anymore.

Honey, take it easy.

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

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

- Of course.
- He's alive.

He's back.

I won't be a moment.

Yes?

We need to talk
about this Krugerrand situation.

No, not now, Franz,
this is a bad time.

At a closing price?

I feel sufficiently diversified.

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

I want you to buy
ten thousand Krugerrands.

Fresh ones.

Yes, the Bellasarious
memorandum.

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

Our relationship didn't need
this further strain.

You burned Peyton's lab.

Not me personally.

I have an employee
who does certain things for me.

Unofficially,
off the books.

Robert doesn't like
to pay taxes.

And now you'll kill me.

Hardly.

Now you have nothing on me.

And you'd find the extremely
expensive police department

quite unsympathetic.

Julie, consider the big picture.

Consider what we're
building here.

You and I,
we're building a city.

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

Despite the way
things might appear,

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

We still have that.

If you're not going to kill me,

I have things to do.

I suppose this is
good-bye then.

- Send Robert in.
- Yes, Mr. Strack.

Robert, I have good news
and bad.

Custom dictates that you render
the bad news first.

We have a little problem
with Miss Hastings.

It appears she has
uncovered our alliance.

No problem at all.

And the good news?

Your wife died.

I'm joking, of course.

No, the good news
is that I know

who's been behind
our little troubles of late.

When you retrieved
my memorandum,

you failed to excise
the good doctor.

Westlake?

He's extinct.
I saw to it myself.

He's alive.

I don't like loose ends, Robert.

Finish it.

Where is he?

I believe we have a guide.

Julie!

Peyton!

Come on!

I think he's out here!

He just went on the roof!

Julie!

No!

Ahh!

Ahh!

Oh, you've gotta be
shittin' me.

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

He's in here.

- This door.
- Mm-hm.

System ready

for digitization program.

Data entry required.

Listen, Smiley, is that you?

Smiley.

Where in the hell are you?

Close.

Chinga tu madre!
Smiley, is that you?

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

Holy shit.

Good shooting.

Come here.

You...have...been...a...bad...boy.

Set it down.

Set it down!

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

Okay, Durant.

I'm going down there
to take care of that son--

Yeeah! Take it up,
take it up!

Take it up!
Knock him off!

Get him off me!

Oh shit!

You're dead, you're dead,
you're dead!

Holographic recognition active.

Holographic imaging
complete.

You're next, Durant!

I'm comin' for ya!

Shake him.

Whoa!

Whoa!

What the hell was that?
Go after them!

Back off.

I'm on him.
I got him, I got him.

Get away!

Get back, get back!
He's mine!

Oh, shit!

Excuse me.
Uh!

This is Police Air-12!

Set down the man gently
and then land your craft.

Put down your craft!

This is-- uh!

Dip him.

Look out!

G-g-g-g-uh!

Oh, God!

Watch it!

No more Mr. Nice Guy.

Damn!

Hold it steady!

What the hell's he up to?

Kiss your ass good-bye!

No!

Burn in hell!

Look like hell, Robert.

That son of a bitch, Westlake,
malfunctioned my helicopter.

How terrible for you.

He's a cockroach.

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

I expect
he'll pop up here soon.

See, I know how he thinks.

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

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

My wife, late wife,

held certain deeds.

I sent her on a plane trip
over the Smokies.

Let's just say,
I landed on my feet.

I'm glad you survived, Robert.

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

They do look up to me.

When I was young, my father
made me work high steel.

Just me and the Indians.

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

Four fifty an hour.

Call me crazy?

Sometimes I miss it.

Life on the edge.

Five inches wide,
650 feet down.

High steel!

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

You truly are
one ugly son of a bitch.

What do you think, Julie?

Who's the real monster here?

I destroy to build
something better!

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

Look.
Look about you.

It's all mine.

Because I built it.

I built it all!

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

I'm joking, of course.

A troubled conscience?

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

Justice.

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

We should be working together.

I could use a man like you.

That's why I brought
you up here.

Ooh!

You could make a lot of money
working for me.

And if you still want her,
I'll throw in Julie.

Sound good?

Oops.

Ahh!

Whoa!

Pey--

Bitch!

Peyton!

Oh.

Oh, oh!

- Here you go.
- Uh!

Julie.

Peyton.

Ha ha!
Come on.

You're goin' down,
burn head!

Yeahh!

Oh, no, oh, help me!

Uh!

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

Her tastes are varied.

But I can tell you this,

she doesn't date freaks.

Peyton!

Julie!

Take that.

Hey, hey!

Come here, Strack.

Uh!

Go ahead, do it, do it, Westlake!

But think of this--

You let me die and you become
as bad as me-- worse!

You can't!

I know you too well.

Dropping me, it's not really
an option for ya.

It's not something
you can live with.

Uh!

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

Don't look at me.

I want to look.

You'll perfect the skin,
you'll make it work.

It doesn't matter.

Julie.

Don't you think
I told myself that?

Night after sleepless night.

It's just a burn, skin deep.
It doesn't matter.

Huh.

And if I covered it,

hidden by a mask,

you could love me
for who I was inside.

Without pity.

But a funny thing happened.

Heh.

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

He became wrong.

A monster.

I can live with it now.

But I don't think
anyone else can.

I want our life back.

Peyton.

Peyton?

Peyton is gone.

Peyt?

Hey.

I'm everyone and no one.

Everywhere... nowhere.

Call me... Darkman.