Dark Angel

Synopsis: Jack Caine (Dolph Lundgren) is a Houston vice cop who's forgotten the rule book. His self-appointed mission is to stop the drugs trade and the number one supplier Victor Manning. Whilst involved in an undercover operation to entrap Victor Manning, his partner gets killed, and a sinister newcomer enters the scene... Along with F.B.I. agent Lawrence Smith, the two investigate a spate of mysterious deaths; normal non-junkies dying of massive heroin overdoses and bearing the same horrific puncture marks on the forehead. This, coupled with Caine's own evidence, indicates an alien force is present on the streets of Houston, killing and gathering stocks of a rare drug found only in the brain... Caine is used to fighting the toughest of criminals, but up to now they've all been human...
Genre: Action, Crime, Horror
Director(s): Craig R. Baxley
Production: Media Home Entertainment
 
IMDB:
6.1
Rotten Tomatoes:
13%
R
Year:
1990
91 min
365 Views


$70,000 for this car and they put in

a piece of sh*t for a CD player!

Agh! Son of a b*tch!

Great! Goddammit!

Merry f***in' Christmas!

I come in peace!

Right. Sergeant Hawkins,

evidence room J-38.

38. Terrific.

Thanks.

Hey, how are you doing?

Sergeant Hawkins, please report to room

J-38. Sergeant Hawkins, room J-38.

Yeah? Hello?

What seems to be the problem here,

Officer?

- Hi.

- Hi.

Sign there.

- Must be some party.

- Pardon me, Officer?

Just a joke.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

- Better hurry.

- What do you mean, man?

- It was clockwork!

- Better hurry!

- Jesus Christ! What the f*** was that?

- A little insurance.

- What the hell for?

- No witnesses!

When I told them their organisation

wasn't cost-effective, they didn't listen...

...so I felt the only way

to exploit my talents...

...was to branch out on my own.

- Mr...

- Davis.

Davis! Davis, Davis, that's right.

Jeff Davis. My point is this.

Much like yourself, I'm sure...

...at an early age

I envisioned that my education...

...would be my saving grace,

give me that necessary edge.

Let me give you just one example.

I sensed a problem when I realised...

...that MBAs were rapidly becoming

a devalued commodity.

I got right back into Princeton...

I picked up a second Masters

in International Banking...

- which I suppose is...

- What's with all the extra muscle?

- Evening, Mr Manning.

- Just think of them as couriers.

Yeah, right. Let's see what you got.

Come on, guys.

Education.

It's really so important.

- Can I call you Jeff?

- Whatever.

- Come on!

- Without a college degree...

...a Masters at least...

...a guy can become desperate.

- Might have to join the army.

- Turn to a life of crime?

- Or become a cop!

- Why don't we get down to business?

- What university did you attend?

- The university of suck my dick!

Party time!

- I love this sh*t!

- Perfect!

- Hi, folks.

- Hi.

Money! Money! Money!

- Is this deal going down or what?

- Whatever you say.

F***!

- Lights out, fatso!

- The switch is in the back!

F*** that!

Sh*t!

- Keep talking, guys!

- Goddammit!

- There's money!

- Shut up! Shut up!

Shut up! Shut up!

Actually, you're Turner, right?

Detective Ray Turner?

You got the money, Buzz? You done?

Buzz?

- You're not Buzz.

- You're not very smart.

You cops ought to know better than

to mess with me and my White Boys.

Drop it.

We've been on to your pathetic charade

for a week!

I said drop it!

What the f*** is he talking about?

Smile, Ray.

- Drop it, now!

- F*** you!

- Pack it up, gentlemen.

- Yes, sir!

- Who set this up, anyway?

- I don't know, sir.

If it was Warren, he should know better.

You boys pick up

every grain of that heroin.

- Out the back.

- Yes, sir, Mr Manning. Let's go!

Come on!

I come in peace!

What the fu...

- Merry Christmas. Keep an eye on him.

- You bet!

Son of a b*tch!

Ray!

Ray!

Ray!

Ray?

Come on, man! Come on!

Come on!

Sh*t!

I'm gonna kill him! I'm gonna f***in' tear

his face off! That f*ggot!

Confirmation on the federal warehouse

explosion:
Nine dead, half a dozen injured.

Lovely!

Could you give us some information?

- Hi, Diane. It's a slaughterhouse.

- What's going on?

Looks like the White Boys

went through a Cuisinart.

Jesus! What the hell happened?

Five dead. Nobody saw or heard anything.

Nothing new for this part of town.

Caine was first on the scene.

He didn't see anything either.

Jack, I'm sorry about Turner.

I really am.

I'm so pissed off, I could throw you

through a goddam window!

But I'm not gonna do that right now.

It's not the time.

It's not the time

to break your f***in' neck, either!

I know how you feel about Ray.

What about Victor Manning?

He killed my goddam partner!

You disappeared for eight days!

A week I could understand...

...but eight f***in' days!

On top of all that, you've got to answer

for the stolen heroin, plus the 500 grand!

Captain Malone?

There's somebody here to see you.

Oh, great, Feds!

Their warehouse blows, they figure

they own the whole f***in' town!

Tell 'em...

- Tell 'em I'll be right there, OK?

- Yes, sir.

Right, you're off it.

You've got eight weeks' vacation coming.

Take it. All of it.

- Is that an order?

- No, worse.

Promise me.

Caine, you're the only man I know

who'd rather die than break his word.

- So promise me, and that's an order.

- I want Manning!

Take the vacation,

or I'll make it permanent!

Fine.

Good.

Oh, and if I were you, I'd take a little time

and patch up my personal life, too.

Detective Caine,

this is Agent Switzer of the FBI.

- He'd like to ask you a few questions.

- In private.

Do you know what I do, Detective?

I know things.

That's all. That's my whole job.

To know things before anyone else.

- So?

- I know you were after Victor Manning.

I also know

that these are no ordinary murders.

Three men had their throats cut

before drawing their weapons.

- Who could possibly move that fast?

- Not who. What.

I've seen a lot of knife wounds.

This was something different.

- You think the weapon's the key?

- Yes, I do.

- Know where I can locate Mr Manning?

- Look, I'd like to help.

But I was just put on vacation.

Or didn't you know that?

- Put Caine back on the case.

- Like hell I will!

I'd have to make one phone call.

You don't want that.

Well, Caine can't. He's going on vacation.

- Isn't that right, Caine?

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