Death Wish 4: The Crackdown Page #3

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My name is Jack Kimble.

I represent Sautelle Winery.

It's a new winery in Napa Valley.

I have a sample of the first pressing.

I thought you'd like a taste.

- Have a glass handy?

- Sure.

- You been to Napa Valley?

- No. I spend most of my time on the beach.

- Beautiful country. You ought to go up there.

- I will.

Tell me what you think.

- Not bad.

- Let's see what your customers say.

- I don't think that's a good idea.

- They'll love it.

Gentlemen, it's your lucky day.

A bottle of wine on the house.

- Don't I know you?

- I don't think so.

Yeah, I know your face.

Did you ever live in San Francisco?

- I'm from Idaho.

- I got a brother in Idaho. What city?

- Boise.

- Boise.

- I never forget a face.

- What the hell?

- What the f*** is going on?

- I put the word out.

- And?

- Nothing.

- Bullshit. Somebody's trying to push us out.

- Maybe it's the Romeros.

Oh, no, no, no. They wouldn't dare.

- Who else could it be?

- I don't know.

That's why I pay you,

to find out what's happening.

So, do your job, or I'll get somebody else.

The head of the Romero

street-dealing operations is Max Green.

Numerous arrests for pimping,

child pornography, drug dealing, murder.

No convictions.

Witnesses against Max

have a habit of disappearing.

He is a resident of Vegas, but when in LA,

he operates out of a video rental store

on the West Side.

I don't care if his dog brings it.

I want that shipment by Friday

or I'll cut off his balls and make him eat them.

Got that? Good.

- What do you want?

- You.

- I didn't do nothing.

- No, you just sell drugs to children.

It's a business. I'm a supplier.

I don't make kids use drugs. It's their choice.

- You don't do it, someone else will?

- That's right. That's exactly right.

- How many?

- How many what?

How many children have you killed

with this sh*t?

- Six dead in 48 hours. We've got a gang war.

- We could just let them blow each other away.

Bodies don't make good press

and there's an election coming.

Well, we could run one of these suckers

for office.

The Romeros lost three men.

Maybe they'll hit back. Who's their best shooter?

- Frank Bauggs.

- OK, stake him out.

- Maybe we'll get lucky.

- We've been after the vigilante. We're close...

Forget the vigilante. This case has priority.

Who does Zacharias think he's playing with?

- It doesn't make sense. Why would he hit us?

- He wants a war.

- Somebody's killing his men, too.

- I don't believe it. You know what I think?

He did it and he's trying to blame us.

He's playing us for suckers.

- He wants our territory.

- If there's war, he loses as much as we do.

Come on, wake up!

Zacharias is trying to jack us up.

It's either him or us. I say we blast him.

The Romeros' number-one hit man

is Frank Bauggs.

One conviction for assault with intent to kill.

Served easy time.

Those who know his reputation for violence

would be surprised that he is a trained baritone.

He is an upwardly-mobile super-achiever

and lives in a condo on Wilshire Boulevard.

If you can get to his phones,

we'll have our leads.

- God damn it, hurry up! We'll be late!

- My zipper's stuck.

That's 'cause you eat like a horse.

Drop some weight.

Drop dead, why don't you?

For Christ's sake,

come out of there! Jesus...

- How do I look?

- Like sh*t.

- Stick it up your kazoo!

- Shut up and let's go.

- What's wrong with my dress?

- I'm tired of this. I said it was tacky.

The one you picked had purple roses.

You look like a giant rooster in that one.

You wouldn't have been so long.

- It's easier to put on.

- This one's easier to take off.

- What are you complaining about?

- I don't know.

So he pulled the trigger

and guess what?

- What?

- The a**hole forgot to load it.

- Come on, Sid!

- A Mafia hit man and he forgot to load his gun.

Here they are, folk s, Mr. And Mrs. Scumbag.

- Why do we gotta go to the opera?

- 'Cause I like it.

- At least they could sing in English.

- How would you know?

- You can't speak English.

- F*** you and the horse you rode in on.

- You did.

- You came in second.

Did you remember the tickets?

- Damn! Joey, wait. I've got to go back.

- You'd forget your head if it wasn't screwed on.

- Be right back.

- Don't hurry.

What the hell?

Hey, Joey, you got a light?

He was in such a hurry.

He's probably playing with himself.

Come on out, a**hole. Come on out!

- What the f*** are you doing here?

- I was making a sandwich.

Now, you're going to tell me

what the f*** you're doing here!

He's such a jerk. I wish he'd drop dead.

Christ!

- Hold it!

- Let me go! Let me go!

- Which apartment? You've got one second!

- 1201, all right?

- Good boy. Check out anybody suspicious.

- Right.

Let me go!

It's terrible.

- See anybody?

- No.

I'll call it in.

According to my sources,

Zacharias uses an old fish cannery in San Pedro

to process and move his drugs.

This operation feeds his organization

and depends on shipments of raw cocaine

from South America.

Interrupt this supply

and we can tear out his guts.

The lunch break between 11.30 and 12.00

is a good time to mingle with the workers.

The factory is in two parts.

The first, which is a front,

does, in fact, process fish,

mainly for the pet-food market.

It even makes a profit for Zacharias,

largely employing unskilled labor

on daily hire basis,

so access to this area should be straightforward.

Getting to the second will not be so easy.

Hey! Where do you think you're going?

What section are you in?

- Er... I don't know. Just hired.

- What's your name?

Name is Kimble.

- You finished, Tony?

- You want out?

You got it.

- Hold it. You don't belong here.

- I was told to put this in there.

Your lunch?

Hey! You!

What's going on?

Get that son of a b*tch!

A thousand buck s for the man who nails him!

That guy is crazy!

A thousand buck s! Get that son of a b*tch now!

Are you crazy?

You're not supposed to come to this house.

It's important.

I think I know who's been giving you trouble.

- Does he work for the Romeros?

- Not as far as I can tell. He also killed Bauggs.

- Then who does he work for?

- I don' t know.

- Find out. When you do, you kill him.

- I don't do that.

You do now.

- I'm leaving now, Mr. Kersey. Goodnight.

- Goodnight. See you in the morning.

- Good evening, Mr. Kersey.

- Sergeant?

- What can I do for you?

- I wanted see how you are doing,

since we didn't have a chance to say hello

the other night at Frank Bauggs' place.

You've made a lot of people unhappy,

Mr. Kersey, especially Ed Zacharias.

He asked me to deliver

his message of distress personally.

- You work for Ed Zacharias?

- Being a cop's too dangerous.

I want to retire early and he pays well.

Now, I don't have to kill you.

I just want to know who you're working for.

I know it's not the Romeros.

- Who is it?

- I don't work for anybody. This is my work.

Don't play games with me.

I can make this scene really painful,

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