Darkman III: Die Darkman Die Page #4

What do you want?

I want my $100,000 dollars you stole.

But since I can't have it,

I'll take you in trade.

No! Not my work! No!

(Screams )

(Bridget laughs evilly)

(Water drips )

(Yells)

(Bridget) I reconnected

your thalamic nerve, all right.

(Rooker cackles ) Nothing but a freak!

(Westlake ) No! No! No!

Gotta get out.

He's out.

Learn to shoot, you bunch of gummers!

Hello!

- Hey, French fry!

- Ah, no.

Do it.

He made it!

- What do you want from me?

- Your strength.

- And if I don't give it?

- I destroy your research.

And you'll always look

like the bottom of a shoe.

I'll kill you! (Screams )

You see,

it goes something like this...

you can either be a good boy, or...

I can give you more of this.

Personally, I'd be a good boy.

His strength increases with stress.

With luck, the obstacle course

pushed him to a ten.

Get him on the table. I want a blood

sample while he's still amped up.

I trusted you!

Life's a b*tch.. .and so am I.

- (Sighs ) Ah, women.

- Never touch them.

Shh!

(Yells)

You! Why me?

No ID, no face, no prints.

You were the perfect subject...

until you disappeared

from the hospital.

Rooker thought I was scamming him,

till you appeared at his steroid buy.

You are a doctor! A healer!

By using your adrenal samples,

I can synthesise a black market drug

that'll make Rooker's steroids

look like rat piss.

(Laughs )

- You're selling it?

- Just think. Football, boxing...

Almost any sport.

Do you know what that's worth?

I can fund

a dozen research facilities.

- Creating more of me?

- Oh, no...

Better than you.

I'm nobody's lab rat,

do you understand?

I have successfully replicated

Dr Westlake's strength and stamina

in each of my control animals.

The subjects show

radically increased strength.

(Rat squeals)

(Cat growls)

(Rattling and thudding)

What's he doing to that cat?

(Cat screams )

Now, that's a rat.

(Yells)

I trusted you!

Yes.

(Cackles )

Yeah...

(Yells)

(Crackles and whirrs )

Now I've got you.

So it's all there?

Chemical matrix,

metabolic rate, DNA spool...

Give that to any half decent lab and

we'll have a synthetic on the street

by the end of the week.

EK, waste the freak, please.

Thank you.

I need my boys ready by Tuesday.

Not a problem.

You guarantee they'll be

as strong as Westlake?

I guarantee they'll make you happy.

And happy as they make you,

I'll make you happier.

You want to do it in the lab?

Yes, please.

I love when you say please.

Son of a b*tch.

Hey, man! Where are you?

You can hide from me...

but you can't...

hide from this.

(Yells)

- You ain't so tough.

- Tough enough.

(Yells in agony )

(Laughs ) You've got an eyeful!

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