Death Wish II Page #3

would not collect your pension.

And I retire this year.

It's simple.

We have to get him before they do.

- We?

- You.

I could go to Los Angeles

in answer to their request.

I'll try to find out if

Kersey's up to his old tricks.

If he is, I'll try to stop him.

- Quietly.

- Kill him?

(burps)

- Hi, Frank. Over here.

- Mike. Good to see you.

- Frank, welcome to LA.

- Thank you. (sneezes)

- Gesundheit.

- Thank you. Is this the file?

Newspaper clippings and police

photographs on Paul Kersey.

Most are about how his daughter and

housekeeper were killed by muggers.

We checked out everyone who lost

someone through muggers

in the last six months.

- How many people was it?

- Deaths, 96.

Seriously injured, 1,500.

Rapes, 579. I can go on.

You tie down a lot of men that way.

- What did you do?

- We tried that route. But we gave up.

I'm going back to the hotel to lie down.

I think I caught a cold on the plane.

Hey, babe.

You're not holding out on me are you?

Hey, one cop to another.

Would I do a thing like that?

(snoring)

It's all right, Miss Nichols.

I'm a policeman.

- How did you get in?

- It comes with the job.

- You'd be amazed what they teach us.

- Why's a New York cop in my apartment?

It's about your friend,

Mr. Paul Kersey.

How do you know him?

- It comes...

- With the job.

He killed nine people

in New York City four years ago.

- You're not serious?

- I'm very serious.

- What station are you from?

- West 75th Street. Ah, ah, ah.

- It won't help calling.

- They sent you, didn't they?

Well, not exactly.

Was he charged

with killing nine people?

He was not.

See, the people he killed were muggers.

Even though the public never knew who

he was, he became a hero.

There were those that felt

we should encourage him

to stop and leave it at that.

But now, you see, he's doing it again.

Here, in Los Angeles.

- There's no one I can call to verify this?

- My chief thinks I'm on vacation.

You break in

and tell me you think Paul's a murderer.

- What else are you going to tell me?

- We think he should stop.

I asked him once. It didn't seem to work.

- Maybe he'll listen to you.

- I hardly see him outside the station.

Doesn't it make you wonder

what he may be doing at night?

(prostitute) Hey, mister,

got a half hour to spare?

What's wrong? Haven't you got one?

F*** you.

- Paul, where have you been?

- Just out.

- Out where?

- I was with a friend. A man.

- What man?

- Calm down.

- Where do you think I've been?

- Killing muggers.

You're crazy.

A New York cop

broke into my place tonight.

Not that... what the hell's his name...

Frank Ochoa?

- He said he talked to you once.

- He asked me not to kill muggers.

- He told me that.

- Yes, that's true.

- That you killed muggers?

- No, that he asked me not to.

Why would he ask you not to

if you weren't doing it?

Listen, when a policeman finds a killer,

what does he do?

They arrest him.

He did seem a bit odd.

Not only odd, the guy is crazy.

It's that simple.

He had a moment when he was a

somebody.

He was in charge of

the vigilante killings in New York.

He was all over the newspapers,

the television, asked a lot of questions.

The most important question they asked

him was,"who is the vigilante?"

"Have you found the vigilante?"

Of course, he hadn't.

Me, I was one on a long list of people

with family killed by the muggers.

For all I know,

he might have accused them all.

He became such a pest

that I left New York.

But I'll be damned if I leave Los Angeles.

I won't let him

come between you and me.

- I thought things had.

- What?

- Come between us.

- Hell, no.

- Stay the night?

- I thought you'd never ask.

- (Geri) Do I get a key again?

- Oh, yeah.

Here, have it copied. Don't lose it.

We won't get back in tonight.

- Oh, I can't see you tonight.

- Why not?

It's Judy's birthday.

I'm staying over with her after the party.

Now who's keeping us apart?

(phone rings)

Hello. Frank. Hi.

Mike. I hate to ask you this

after you've been so helpful

but could you

do something for me tonight?

Yeah, what is it?

Park my car

outside Paul Kersey's house.

Police!

Follow the bus.

(preacher)...proclaimed by God himself.

He's the Prince of the Kings of the earth.

One of these days

he'll be called King of Kings.

Yes, Prince of Kings

is just the beginning of his glory.

We must confess in God

that if thou shall confess the Lord Jesus

with thy mouth...

(woman preacher)

...the church as a filling station.

You run in there with your automobile.

You run outta gas

and go to the filling station.

You go in there on Sunday morning

and fill your car up.

Taxi. Come on, will you?

Follow that bus.

It isn't moving.

When it moves, follow it.

- What do we do now?

- We wait.

(rock music)

(sneezes)

- Can I see something there?

- Stop it!

- Stop it!

- Just let me check the color.

(thug) One second. Damn!

I really am a nice guy

but they act like fools around me.

- Now, that bus there.

- I hope you got the bread for this.

- This is police business.

- I ain't known for my community spirit.

- Show me some money.

- Here.

Start with this. Go ahead, will you?

Stop it!

Come on, leave me alone.

Give me a break, you guys.

- What's down there?

- Point Fermin.

- What's that?

- One of those historical monuments.

- There's nothing there this time of night.

- Wait here.

You get the other half when I get back.

Whatever happens, wait here.

If you hear shooting, don't worry.

It's just target practice.

What's happening, old man?

Where you been hiding out?

Whoo!

- All right.

- This is the sh*t.

Let's see the stuff.

This is the best.

This is sweet like sugar.

Watch out!

- (thug) What the f*** is going on?

- He's over there, man!

(thug) What the f***'s this?

F*** it, man.

Aagh!

(horn blaring)

I'll be damned! You?

You stuck your neck out for me?

It was you or them.

- Did you get them all?

- One of them got away.

Get the motherf***er for me.

- Our Father who art in Heaven...

- (sirens)

...hallowed be Thy...

- He's dead.

- Poor bastard.

- I knew he was holding out on me.

- Lieutenant. Over here.

(policeman) Listen,

I'm at Point Fermin...

- Who blew away the cop?

- I'm bleeding, man.

Who did it?

No sign of the cab.

Cab service said he didn't see anything.

They just want to stay out of trouble.

(screams)

Listen, you're gonna die right here

if I don't hear who killed that cop.

- Nirvana. He got away.

- How's that?

Nirva... Aagh!

Nirvana. Charles Wilson.

Oh, f***!

Put out a tracer on Nirvana, also known

as Charles Wilson, for murder.

No hurry.

How can an entrance door

cost 500,000 dollars?

Your wife is a very expensive designer.

She wants Italian marble,

Mexican mosaic,

sculpted angels blowing horns

on either side of the doorway.

It costs a lot of money.

But here we've drawn it up in concrete.

Even has the angels on either side

of the door. It costs a lot less.

- Why don't you ask your wife?

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