Death Wish 3

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Go around back. Look out.

You sons of b*tches!

Your lucky day, man!

Give me the money, home boy.

Give me the money now.

It's collection time, Charley.

Collection time.

Get up, you motherf***er!

- You old piece of sh*t!

- Stay awake while we're killing this guy.

I pulled out

and you went straight into my car.

- Cabbie, 20 bucks, you get us outta here.

- Thanks.

I'm gonna call the police.

Charley?

Hey, Charley.

Jeez, Charley, what happened?

Paul... take care of my things, will you?

Till I get... back.

Move and you're dead, a**hole!

He's dead. The son of a b*tch killed him.

- Get him outta here!

- Come on, let's go.

Come on. Move it!

Get in there.

Come on, you did it. We know you did it.

You know we know.

No bruises, see.

You want a glass of water? Huh?

- You can't have it.

- Not till you tell us what we wanna know.

- Chief.

- Who's this dude?

Mr. Kimble doesn't wanna talk.

Leave.

Kimble, is it?

Son of a b*tch.

I'll be a son of a b*tch.

It's not Kimble.

I know you. Kersey.

It's Paul Kersey.

I was with the New York PD when they

brought a vigilante in with a bullet in his leg.

You were out like a light.

It's been ten years. Mr. Vigilante.

Last damn thing I need is a vigilante.

You're in big trouble. What were you doing

in East New York on Belmont?

I was visiting a friend.

Maybe you did it.

- Probably not.

- I found him that way.

And I'm no more Mr. Vigilante.

What do I do with you, dude?

- I don't know, but I want a lawyer.

- No, you don't.

Roaches. I hate 'em.

Maybe I should have you killed.

Who's gonna complain?

Do you always violate

people's constitutional rights?

This is my jail, Kersey, and I'm the law.

So I get to violate your constitutional rights.

- Son of a b*tch!

- Cooler!

- Come on!

- Watch it.

And forget bail!

Watch him! Make sure

he doesn't get comfortable!

Hey, Chief, you all right?

Get in there.

Looking for trouble, man?

You f***er!

I tore it out.

- You bastard! F***er!

- Look at him sitting between two bars.

That fat motherf***er deserved what he got!

Talk about getting sh*t-faced!

It's great. Look at that.

Hey, Vito, coffee.

I wanna move on that one in the corner.

Kill the f***er!

Hey, man, I always win.

Come on!

Come on, you! Come on!

Get in there!

Fraker, you're being released. Five minutes.

See? I got a lawyer.

But I gotta tell you... If they hadn't

broken us up, I would've killed you.

Next time... you won't even see me coming.

Tell you what, I'm gonna kill

a little old lady. Just for you.

Catch it on the six o'clock news.

You got some free time, come up

to Sutter and Belmont. That's my turf.

So long, a**hole.

It's gonna take them a couple of hours

to put the papers through.

Two more hours in this f***ing pit!

Sure. Whatever you say.

Shriker! Inspector Shriker, what are

you doing with this prisoner, Kimble?

- Keeping him in jail.

- What's the bail?

- There is no bail.

- What are the charges?

- There are no charges.

- Are you out of your mind?

You're violating all his rights.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

- He'll sue. He's got a case, you know.

- Not likely.

Who is Kimble?

You're gonna have to let him out.

Stay out of this one, Miss Davis.

Three murders. Four rapes. Eight muggings.

Nine acts of random violence.

The most orderly drug traffic.

More robberies than I care to mention.

Broken store windows. Firebombings.

All within a six-square-block area

of Sutter and Belmont.

I could qualify that as a riot.

This isn't a neighborhood, it's a war.

What are we doing about that,

Captain Sterns?

We know it's gang-related.

We put more uniformed officers out,

more cars on patrol.

We increased our real effort 15 per cent.

Tell us the results.

Reported crime is up 11 per cent.

Let's you and I have a talk.

Leave him with me.

So, how you feeling, Kersey? Smoke?

Where have you been recently?

In the country, having a rest.

You see, Kersey... I admire you.

I'm a real fan. Even kept a folder on you.

Truth is, I hate creeps, too.

But I can't do much about it. I'm a cop.

But you... You shoot 'em, right?

I have a theory.

If I'm right,

you turned pro after LA.

Six creeps shot in 36 hours.

Then four gang members in Kansas City.

Two mugger-rapists in Chicago.

Like I said, I'm through with all that.

Really? Then why are you here?

Well, it's a great city. I missed it.

All right. You want something

in this burg, have it.

It's on me.

You want outta here, you got it.

I'll minimize the vigilante stuff

with the press, say it's creeps killing creeps.

It'll be just like before, Mr. Vigilante.

With one important difference.

You're gonna work for me.

Do your thing. But report to me,

tell me what's going on.

Tell me everything you're even thinking

of doing. Let us get some busts.

It's that or I'll keep you here

till hell freezes over.

Do we understand each other?

You in?

Cross me and I'll bury you

so deep they'll never find the bones.

- You're letting me loose?

- I'm letting you loose.

- What about the gun?

- I didn't see any report of a gun. Did you?

If there was a gun, I'd have to charge you

with possessing a firearm. They're illegal.

He's free to go.

He's gotta see the public defender.

Davis, the public defender,

is arranging your release.

It's gonna take a while.

Sit out there and wait.

Kimble... Watch it,

there's a new breed on the streets.

Quiet now. I'm not here.

Is this the night's haul, Chaco?

Pretty good. Very good.

- Good, Chaco.

- Hector, are you allowed?

I'll tell you what to do and when.

We didn't think we'd see you out so soon.

Hey, man, it's good to see you!

Just been taking care of a little business.

- I can see that.

- You said I should...

Did I?

This is a sticker, Hector.

- And you're the stickee.

- No!

Aren't you gonna welcome me back?

Mr. Kimble? Kathryn Davis,

Public Defender's Office.

- You're being released now.

- Thanks, Miss Davis.

- You're just going to walk away?

- Yup.

- You have cause to press charges. Sue.

- Miss Davis, it's all right.

- You don't wanna do anything?

- No.

- I don't understand.

- Goodbye.

- Here's my number, just in case.

- Thanks.

Is there someplace I can get hold of you?

I need something for the release form.

B*tch, come here, I wanna eat you.

I wanna lick you all over.

I'm coming for you, b*tch.

Come here, I wanna eat you.

Come on, b*tch.

Come on! Come on, b*tch! Come on.

Come on, stop the car. Come on, b*tch!

Stop the car.

B*tch, I'm gonna f***ing kill you!

Hey!

Be right down.

- Who are you?

- I was Charley's friend.

Me, too.

- You must be Paul.

- Yeah.

I'm Bennett.

Charley spoke about you all the time.

- Oh, yeah?

- Yeah. Come on up.

They broke that yesterday.

Well, it's the neighborhood.

And you missed the funeral.

It was nice, as far as funerals go.

That's Charley and me in World War II.

I knew Charley 40 years.

He met you during the Korean War?

Yeah. I was a conscientious objector.

He didn't agree with that.

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