- Robert Durant: Now, let's consider my points, one by one. One. I try not to let my anger get the better of me.
- [Durant cuts off one of Black's fingers. Black starts to sweat]
- Robert Durant: Two. I don't always succeed.
- [Durant cuts off another of Black's fingers]
- Robert Durant: Three. I've got seven more points.
- [Durant cuts off Black's third finger. Black screams]
- [first lines]
- Eddie Black: [on phone] 'Cause he's an asshole! Tell him no. Tell him no, too. Him, tell "fuck you." No, I'm gonna be here a minute. Got some guy coming up who thinks he's gonna muscle me out of my property. What's it matter! Just another tough guy, that's all.
- Eddie Black: Bum leg?
- Skip: [knock knock] No leg.
- Eddie Black: I was engaged to a girl once with a wooden leg.
- Skip: Yeah? What happened?
- Eddie Black: Had to break it off.
- Louis Strack Jr.: Robert, I have good news and bad.
- Robert Durant: Custom dictates that you render the bad news first.
- Louis Strack Jr.: We have a little problem with Miss Hastings. It appears she has uncovered our alliance.
- Robert Durant: No problem at all. And the good news?
- Louis Strack Jr.: Your wife died.
- [Busts out laughing]
- Louis Strack Jr.: I'm joking, of course. No. The good news is that I know who's behind our little troubles of late. When you retrieved my memorandum, you failed to excise the good doctor.
- Robert Durant: Westlake? He's extinct. I saw to it myself.
- Louis Strack Jr.: He's alive. I don't like loose ends, Robert. Finish it.
- Robert Durant: Where is he?
- Louis Strack Jr.: I believe we have a guide.
- Robert Durant: Tell us where to find the Bellasarious Memorandum, and we shall disappear... like a nightmare before the breaking day.
- Robert Durant: Where is he?
- Skip: Where's who?
- Robert Durant: Guzman!
- Skip: I thought he was with you.
- Robert Durant: Shit!
- [Durant runs past Guzman, who turns his head and sees what appear to be two Durants staring at each other in a revoling door]
- Rudy Guzman: Dios mio! ¿Que pasa?
- [Pulls out his gun]
- Rudy Guzman: There's two of those son of a bitches!
- [the two Durants immediately begin pushing their part of the revolving door and barking orders at Guzman to kill the other]
- Darkman: Shoot him!
- Robert Durant: Shoot him!
- Rudy Guzman: Which one is Durant?
- Darkman: Not me, him!
- Robert Durant: Shoot him!
- Darkman: Shoot him!
- Rudy Guzman: Goddamnit!
- Louis Strack Jr.: [dangling from the top of a skyscraper under construction. Darkman holds his leg] Go ahead, do it! Do it, Westlake! But think of this; You let me die and you become as bad as me. Worse! Ha ha. You can't! I know you too well. Dropping me, it's not really an option for you. It's not something you can live with.
- [Darkman lets Strack's leg go causing him to plummet to his death. Strack screams as he falls]
- Darkman: I'm learning to live with a lot of things.
- Louis Strack Jr.: I'm glad you survived, Robert. I'd hate to see your kids deprived of a role model.
- Robert Durant: They do look up to me.
- Louis Strack Jr.: When I was young, my father made me work high steel. Just me and the indians, no-one else crazy enough to run around up here against the wind. $4.50 an hour. Call me crazy, sometimes I miss it! Life on the edge! Five inches wide, six-hundred-fifty feet down! High Steel! Oh, by the way, you don't have any kids, Robert.
- [Strack pulls off a mask on Durant's face to reveal it is Darkman posing as Durant. Julie screams]
- Louis Strack Jr.: Ha ha ha ha. You truly are one ugly son of a bitch. What do you think, Julie? Who's the real monster here? I destroy, to build something better! Whereas you? You're a man who destroys for revenge! Look! Look about you! It's all mine! Because I built it! I built it all!
- Julie Hastings: You'll perfect the skin. You'll make it work. It doesn't matter.
- Peyton Westlake: Julie... don't you think I told myself that? Night after skinless night!
- Robert Durant: Pauly, we've been very concerned about you.
- Pauly: Hey, Mr. Durant. I must've overslept. I'm sorry. I guess I missed the pickup, huh?
- Robert Durant: Where's the money, Pauly?
- Pauly: What money? L... I didn't make the pickup.
- Robert Durant: [Durant walks over to the suitcase by Pauly's bed and pulls out a plane ticket] Rio. And first class. How delightful. And another one for Rick. Well. That explains his disappearance.
- Pauly: Hey, I don't know nothing about that!
- Robert Durant: [Seething] Where is the money, Pauly?
- Pauly: What money? I swear, Mr. Durant, I didn't make the pickup. I've been here sleeping. Jesus, I swear to God. Why... I don't even know how I got dressed!
- [Pauly breaks down into tears as Durant makes a tsk, tsk sound]
- Robert Durant: Well, Pauly...
- [He places the ticket in Pauly's pocket]
- Robert Durant: ... have a nice flight.
- Darkman: Don't look at me.
- Julie Hastings: I want to look.
- [he shows her his burnt face]
- Julie Hastings: Youll perfect the skin. You'll make it work. It doesn't matter.
- Darkman: Julie. Don't you think I told myself that night after sleepless night? "It's just a burn. Skin-deep. It doesn't matter." And if I covered it, hid behind a mask, you could love me for who was inside without pity. But a funny thing happened. As I worked on the mask, I found the man inside was changing. He became wrong. A monster. I can live with it now, but I don't think anyone else can.
- Julie Hastings: [hugging him] I want our life back.
- [He starts to walks off]
- Julie Hastings: Peyton. Peyton.
- Darkman: Peyton is gone.
- Burn Doctor: Next, we have a 30-35 year old male, no I.D., no medical history. He was found on the riverbank just south of the city. There's a sizable population of homeless and indigents there. We get at least three no names like him every week. Nobody does anything about the homeless until they become train-wrecks like Mr. John Doe here. He's got burns covering over 40% of his body. The hands and the face are the most severe. Ten years ago pain from the burns would have been intolerable. This man would have spent the rest of his life screaming. Now we use the Rangeveritz technique. Quite simply, we sever the nerves within the spinothalamic tract. There
- [points to the side of his head]
- Burn Doctor: which as you know transmits neural impulses of pain and vibratory sense to the brain. No longer receiving impulses of pain, you stick him with a pin
- [sticks pin into Darkman's leg]
- Burn Doctor: and he can't even feel it. As in many radical procedures, there are serious side effects to this operation. When the body ceases to feel, when so much sensory input is lost, the mind grows hungry. Starved of its, uh, regular diet of input, it takes the only remaining stimulation it has-- the emotions-- and amplifies them. Giving rise to alienation, loneliness. Uncontrolled rage is not uncommon. Now surges of adrenaline flow unchecked through the body and brain, giving him augmented strength. Hench, the restraints. Naturally we give them every chance of recovery. Remain optimistic. Inspire confidence. Talk to him about rehabilitation potential. Personally, I give him a nine on the buzzard scale.
- Louis Strack Jr.: What do you think, Julie? Who's the real monster here? I destroy, to build something better! Whereas you? You're a man who destroys for revenge! Look! Look about you! It's all mine! Because I built it! I built it all!