Darkman II: The Return of Durant

[Man]

My name is Peyton Westlake.

I was a scientist exploring

new hope for all of humanity.

[ Bubbling ]

[ Screaming ]

Until he...

took it all away from me.

Robert G. Durant.

[ Screaming ]

[ Gas 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.

[ Westlake ]

Yes.

My synthetic skin formula

gave me back my face.

[ Computer]

Photosensitivity

reaction.

But only for 99 minutes.

[ Computer]

Skin matrix

dissolving in 99 minutes.

[ Computer]

Failure. Failure.

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 good-bye!.

- No!.

But I chose to live on...

as a creature of the shadows.

As Darkman.

[ Exhales ]

It's the boss!.

quick!

-Doctor said he'd never come out

of this coma. Where's Eddie?.

-Yeah, I'm here, Rollo.

After all this time!

You wouldn't think anybody'd

survive a crash like that.

Roy!.

Get your ass in here!.

Okay, yeah!

Doctor?

He's coming back!

[ Groaning ]

[ Thunderclap ]

[ Tires Screeching ]

[ Machine Gun Fire ]

Get on their fuckin' tail!

I want my fuckin' coke!

I want my fuckin' money!

And I wanna kill

those motherfuckers!

[ Screaming ]

- Go, go, go, go!

- [ Tires Screeching ]

[ Woman ]

Yeah, yeah!

Do it! Do it!

[ Screaming ]

[ Man ]

Go, go, go, go,

go, go, go, go!

- I'll get those fuckers

with this!

- Yeah! Do it!

- [ Yelling ]

- Oh, shit!

- [Woman Screaming]

- [ Laughing ]

- Look out!

[ Screaming ]

- What?.

[Sirens In Distance ]

- [ Woman ]

Oh, Steve. Oh, Steve!

- [ Panting ]

- [ Woman Weeping]

Steve! Steve!

- [ Spitting ] Baby!

Oh, I'm hurt!

I'm hurt real bad.

[ Woman Screaming, Weeping ]

[ Screams ]

- No!

- No, man! No!

[ Yelling, Screaming ]

[Woman Screaming]

Steve! Steve!

-Alone at last.

- [ Spits ]

- [Woman Panting]

- [Man ] F*ck!

Later, bitch!

[Sirens Wailing]

Help me!

[Scream Reverberates ]

Huh?.

[ Police Radio,

Indistinct ]

[ Panting ]

[ Chuckles ]

[ Panting Continues ]

[ Grunting, Groaning ]

[ Yelling ]

- What the hell are you?.

- A concerned citizen.

[Sirens Wailing]

[ Groans ]

Thanks for the donation.

[Indistinct Talking]

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 toll...

as paramedics

fight furiously to save

what lives they can.

Dan, you got it?.

You hooked up?.

Mm-hmm.

I'll be ready

in a second.

Wow, look at this mess.

What happened here?.

I don't know.

We'll have lots

of pretty pictures.

Bonnie!

How's it goin'?.

Cisco. Amazing reporter.

Network, Stan. That's

where we gotta be.

No, that's where

you're gonna be.

[ Woman ] We have to

find Stringer. I know

he's around here somewhere.

They just went

to commercial. Can we be

live when they come back?.

Yeah. Absolutely.

All right, let's go.

You positive?. Let's do it.

Tell 'em to pick up

the stuff at the other end.

What am I doing here?.

Stringer,

give me the short form.

What happened?.

Just your basic shit storm.

We got one burned in the car,

one gunshot dead up here,

two others critical,

and that guy's telling me

the Phantom of the Opera

used a manhole cover...

Like a,

like a Frisbee.

Drugs?.

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