Darkman II: The Return of Durant Page #3

Can I help you?.

That depends.

Your name Brinkman?.

Yes, I'm Dr. Brinkman.

This is

your lucky day, Doc.

I represent

Inter-City Land Development.

We're a group

of investors financing

a redevelopment project.

- What's that

got to do with me?.

- We want your building, Doc.

The people I represent...

are prepared to offer

one million dollars cash

for this property.

- Uh--

[ Chuckling ]

- [Rollo Chuckling]

Look, I'm sorry you wasted

your time coming down here,

but it's not for sale.

- Now, this is a serious offer,

Brinkman. I'd think about it.

- Really?

I'm not interested.

Excuse me.

I've got to

get back to work.

I don't think he understood

a word I said.

We're buying this building,

Doc, and that means

you're selling it.

Last chance, Doc.

- Look, I don't know how

to make this any--

- Shh.

Take the money. Go.

[ Westlake ]

Is there a problem?

Uh...

Here's my card, Doc.

Keep in touch.

Why don't you just go

with your friends.

They're not

friends of mine.

- Then what do you want?.

- I'd like to talk to you...

about your study in

T-lymphoma skin cells.

I read your article in the

Survey of Molecular Biology.

I thought it was fascinating.

[ Laughs ]

Thank you.

Not a lot of people

read that stuff.

Are you a scientist?.

I've done similar research

based on a polymer

skin substitute.

Like you, though,

I've had problems with

disintegration in UV light.

Anyway, I've put my findings

on disk, and I'd be honored

if you could take a look.

Certainly.

Excellent.

We'll talk.

I didn't get your name.

[ Exhales ]

[ Humming ]

Here you go, boss.

Just the way you like 'em.

- [ Glass Shatters]

- [ Clapping]

- Good, boss.

- [ Clapping Continues ]

You wanted

to see me, boss?.

Rollo! Yes. Do join us.

I understand

you spoke to the owner

of the factory yesterday.

Uh, yeah.

He ain't sellin'.

- It's unfortunate Brinkman

declined our offer.

- Yeah.

So, uh,

what's the plan, boss?

I had an interesting

conversation with our

Colombian friends today.

Do you know

what they told me?.

Mr. Durant, I can explain--

They told me you were taking

a five-percent bonus on

all our drug shipments.

- That was nothin', Mr. Durant.

- Edward, how long was I

in my coma?.

and 1 6 minutes, Mr. Durant.

two shipments a week,

each shipment worth, say,

ten million dollars

on the street,

minus the problems

with the exchange rate.

- What do you say that might

add up to, Edward?.

- $27,280,000...

and 1 7 cents.

Aah!

[ Groaning ]

[ Grunting ]

Come on! Come on!

Come on. Get in!

[ Grunting ]

- Wh-- No! No!

- Buckle up.

- Where's my f***ing money?.

- C-Cayman Bank of Commerce.

I-I got an account there.

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