Death Wish Page #2

Synopsis: Open-minded architect Paul Kersey returns to New York City from vacationing with his wife, feeling on top of the world. At the office, his cynical coworker gives him the welcome-back with a warning on the rising crime rate. But Paul, a bleeding-heart liberal, thinks of crime as being caused by poverty. However his coworker's ranting proves to be more than true when Paul's wife is killed and his daughter is raped in his own apartment. The police have no reliable leads and his overly sensitive son-in-law only exacerbates Paul's feeling of hopelessness. He is now facing the reality that the police can't be everywhere at once. Out of sympathy his boss gives him an assignment in sunny Arizona where Paul gets a taste of the Old West ideals. He returns to New York with a compromised view on muggers...
Genre: Action, Crime, Drama
Director(s): Michael Winner
Production: Paramount Pictures
  1 win & 1 nomination.
 
IMDB:
7.0
Metacritic:
51
Rotten Tomatoes:
65%
R
Year:
1974
93 min
1,037 Views


Just a matter of keeping busy.

- Paul, welcome back.

- Morning, Henry.

- Lunch, Paul?

- Sure.

Paul, I'm giving you a vacation.

From New York, that is.

The Jainchill development

in Tucson, Arizona.

Take it over. Redesign it

if necessary. Whatever you have to.

All right?

Can I answer in a week? I don't wanna

leave New York now because of Carol.

Fine. When you're ready,

let me know.

A beautiful place, Tucson.

They can breathe out there.

She's sleeping too much.

It's not normal.

I've got TV dinners in the oven.

Just be a couple of minutes.

This drink's enough for me.

- You never drink without eating.

- I'm not hungry.

I think you ought to take Carol

to see another doctor.

I did. Today. A psychiatrist.

He feels it might help if I

took her to another environment.

Out of New York.

On the shore someplace.

Sounds good. I'll go along with you.

No, Dad. He felt it best...

...if she didn't associate with

anyone who reminded her of that day.

- How do I remind her of that day?

- You know how it is, Dad.

It happened at your apartment.

And you're living there.

You remind her of Mom.

Dad, don't make it tough for me.

Okay, I'll make it easy for you.

Ives asked me to go to

Tucson, Arizona on a job.

How long will you be gone?

I don't know till I look it over.

But you call,

let me know how Carol is.

Well, sure I will, Dad.

I hear Tucson's

a really beautiful place.

That's what everybody says.

How are you today, sir?

All right, you son of a b*tch.

Turn around, son of a b*tch.

Motherf***er, I said turn around.

Now hand me the money.

- Paul Kersey.

- Yeah.

- Ames Jainchill.

- How do you do, Mr. Jainchill?

Ames. I'll call you Paul.

- How'd you know who I was?

- You look like a New Yorker.

Howdy, Judd.

Wanted you to see this country

before you looked at the drawings.

Give you a better idea.

I don't wanna change these hills,

don't wanna bulldoze them flat.

You'll waste a lot of building space.

Wasting space.

Those are words you big developers

have to change for something else.

Such as?

Space for life.

Like old Judd up there.

Space for people, for horses, cows.

I got funny ideas

about building things.

Welcome to Old Tucson,

the famous movie studio.

Let's wet our whistle

before I trot you back to the motel.

- Boardwalks of the Red Dog Caf,

the Gunsmith Shop...

- What's happening here?

- That's a phony Western town.

They shoot movies here, but the rest

of the time it's for tourists.

This is where the performance

will take place.

This fellow's good, you wanna watch?

- Where the Wild West lives again.

- Where the Wild West lives again.

- Where's the marshal?

- He's in the bank.

- What do you got in mind to do?

- You steal my horse.

That's a good trick.

You spot yourself on the porch,

while I draw the marshal out.

Hey, marshal!

- What's the matter?

- Somebody stole my horse.

I told you

to get out of town by sunset!

You missing a mare that was tied

to the rail? I saw a fella take him.

- What'd he look like?

- Well, he was about this tall...

Get him, Frank!

Let's put him inside and get to the

bank and make that withdrawal.

All right, boys. The fun's over.

Throw out your guns

and put your hands up!

Listen up, marshal.

I've got dynamite.

Don't be a fool.

The outlaw life seemed a shortcut

to easy money...

...which could buy liquor and women.

But there were honest men

who would fight...

Let's get that beer.

- Who planted the roots

that would grow into a nation.

Blueridge won't buy it.

I don't build a thing

that'll be a slum in 20 years.

And I won't doze those hills.

What I build conforms to the land.

And you can't hear the toilets flush

next door.

You want our help,

you'll have to let me work on it.

Up to a point, I want your help.

And up to a point, I'll give it.

When do I get a look-see?

In a couple days.

Guard said you were here

until after midnight.

That's the way I work.

Somebody once said,

I forget who...

...that he never looked back, because

something might be gaining on him.

What's gaining on you, Paul?

Twenty-million-dollar investment,

what else?

I was gonna ask you to dinner but

I don't think you'd be good company.

No, I don't think I would.

Might amuse you. Maybe you've

never seen a club like this.

It's a gun club. We shoot guns.

So much hoopla

from gun control people...

...half the nation's scared

to hold a gun.

Like it was a snake that would bite.

Hell, a gun is just a tool.

Like a hammer. Or an axe.

Used to put food on the table.

Keep foxes out of the chicken coop,

bandits out of the bank.

How long since you held

a pistol in your hand?

A long time.

- Which war was yours? Korea?

- Yeah.

- See much action?

- A little.

Were you infantry?

I was a C.O. In a medical unit.

A commanding officer, huh?

Conscientious objector.

Oh, Christ.

What a guest to bring to a gun club.

You one of them liberals...

...thinks we shoot our guns because

it's an extension of our penises.

I never thought about it that way.

It could be true.

Maybe it is. But this is gun country.

Can't own a gun in New York.

Here, I hardly know a man who doesn't.

And unlike your city, we can walk

our streets at night and feel safe.

Muggers out here, they just plain

get their asses blown up.

Here, slip these on.

All right.

This is a percussion pistol.

You ever handled one before?

You know how to fire it?

Watch the kick. You'll think

your arm's gonna hit the ceiling.

Goddamn! Paul, you hit dead centre.

- Mind if I try this hogleg Colt?

- No.

You're a peculiar

conscientious objector.

- These notches for real?

- Yeah.

Belonged to a gunfighter

named Candy Dan in 1890.

I do know something about guns.

I grew up with them. All kinds.

My father was a hunter. I guess

out here you call them gunmen.

My mother

was the other side of the coin.

When my father was killed

in a hunting accident...

Some fool mistook him

for a deer, you see.

My mother won the toss.

I never touched a gun since.

I loved my father.

There are your hills.

Every house has a part of one

for a backyard for kids, dogs.

And you still have 12 hills.

I'm catching the 10:40 to New York.

What do I tell them?

You tell them

I'll buy it if they will.

You checking this bag in?

- Yeah.

- Good.

A little going-away present for you.

Thank you.

Good morning, sir.

How are you today?

Checking one bag?

I can't thank you enough

for what you did.

I want you to know if you ever

get tired of living in that toilet...

...you're welcome here.

- Welcome home.

- Hi, Jack.

I halfway expected to see Carol.

Let's go get your bags.

What is it?

She's in the hospital.

When I last spoke to you,

you said she was feeling better.

I didn't see any need to get you

disturbed on a long-distance call.

Come on, Dad. Don't do a number.

Don't do a number on me.

There was nothing you could do.

They haven't even let me see her

for two days.

They tried insulin shock yesterday.

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Wendell Mayes

Wendell Curran Mayes (July 21, 1919 – March 28, 1992) was a Hollywood screenwriter. more…

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