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

Actors: Dolph Lundgren, Brian Benben, Betsy Brantley, Matthias Hues

Production: Media Home Entertainment


IMDB:: 6.1
Rotten Tomatoes:: 13%

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: R
Year:: 1990
: 91 min
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$70,000 for this car and they put in
a piece of shit for a CD player!
Agh! Son of a bitch!
Great! Goddammit!
Merry fuckin' 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 fuck 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 shit!
- Perfect!
- Hi, folks.
- Hi.
Money! Money! Money!
- Is this deal going down or what?
- Whatever you say.
Fuck!
- Lights out, fatso!
- The switch is in the back!
Fuck that!
Shit!
- 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 fuck is he talking about?
Smile, Ray.
- Drop it, now!
- Fuck 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 bitch!
Ray!
Ray!
Ray!
Ray?
Come on, man! Come on!
Come on!
Shit!
I'm gonna kill him! I'm gonna fuckin' tear
his face off! That faggot!
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.
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