Death Wish V: The Face of Death

- Hey, what we gonna do now? Push it or what?

- You pull, I'll push it.

Come on, now, man.

Hey, watch your back.

- You watch your back.

- Yeah, baby.

- Check it out.

- All right.

Clear.

This is not the right shoe.

- Hi, Chelsea.

- Hi, Paul.

Thank you.

I'm so happy to see you all and to welcome you

to my tenth annual spring line collection.

I'm proud to announce that 50 per cent

of the proceeds from tonight's show

will go to the New York

Save the Children's Foundation.

Now, fasten your seat belts

and on with the show.

Mr. O'Shea. Hey!

Chicki.

Come here. Say "sh*t".

- Sh*t.

- There you go.

- Sal, take Chicki down to the factory.

- Tommy.

- Don't let Big Al leave till I see him.

- Whatever you say. Let's go, Chicki.

- Hey, stronz'. Come on, let's go.

- What?

- I love it, but you should be ready.

- There she is.

Tommy, you shouldn't be here.

It's bad for my company.

Maxine. Wait for me in the limo.

Max! You. Wait. Limo.

"Your" company. That's "our" problem.

These numbers are very bad, Albert.

You're way behind.

- What can I do?

- Pray.

How many times do I have to tell you about that?

Jesus! I'll tell you what you do.

Tell Tommy you made a mistake, you can fix it.

I hate to see you get hurt.

You're already fat, ugly and stupid.

You don't need any more problems.

Am I right? Am I f***ing right?

What are you, f***ing deaf? Am I right?

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

Thank you.

I don't need this f***ing sh*t.

- I see Chelsea's here.

- This is not the time.

That's my daughter, sitting with a geek.

She's not your daughter any more.

A judge took her away from you, remember?

I never forget...

...love.

What's the matter with you?

Do you believe this guy? This is pathetic.

Albert. Big, fat Albert. How're you doing, Al?

- Mr. O'Shea, there's no need...

- What do you mean? I always have need.

- Say something, stutter.

- I can't play with the numbers any more.

- We're gonna have a problem.

- I see, you don't understand.

Clean that goddamn wax out of your ears.

- We have to make the dirty cash clean, OK?

- But we're moving more cash than clothes.

Really?

- Congratulations.

- Hello, darling. Where's Chelsea?

Glued to her seat.

She's going to take after you.

- You're going to miss the best part.

- The best part is here.

What's the matter?

- How did this happen?

- Chelsea's father's here.

- He did this to you?

- It's a way of life for him.

Where is he?

- Olivia, where is he?

- He's downstairs in the factory.

Come on.

- Come on, move your ass, Albert.

- Mr. O'Shea...

There she is,

the enchanting Esther Williams.

Show us your best stroke, Esther!

- How much, ballpark?

- Mr. O'Shea, please.

- No, give me a number.

- Come on.

That was 1,500 dollars' worth of merchandise.

1,500? Chicki, grab a handful

of high fashion there.

Eveningwear. You're the greatest, Tommy.

And you're stupid.

More clothes than cash.

Solve your problem?

With all due respect, Mr. O'Shea,

I follow Miss Regent's instructions.

Oh!

Reg!

You and me are gonna take a little walk

around the woodshed.

Mr. O'Shea, please.

- Mr. O'Shea, Mr. O'Shea.

- That's my name.

- Mr. O'Shea...

- You're repeating yourself.

- Is this necessary?

- You're boring the sh*t out of me.

You know what your problem is?

What?

You and your boss think you don't have to

service your partners any more.

I'm partnered up with over 35 companies,

all of whom are very responsive and helpful,

with the exception of this company

because it's too fat.

And you, you're too fat.

Look at you. You look like a beached whale.

- Mr. O'Shea.

- Albert. I warned you. You wouldn't listen.

- Whoa!

- Look what we have here.

I'm just acting, Albert. Relax.

But in all seriousness...

- My god!

- That's gross.

Big tub of guts. I think you ought to have

Dr. O'Shea's one-second weight loss.

- Don't move, fat man.

- I think Al's got the message, don't you?

Tommy.

- This is bullshit! And so are you.

- My head n*gger and you talk to me like that?

- F*** you, son of a b*tch!

- Hey!

Reg, that was really stupid.

- You got a big mouth. Now apologize.

- I ain't saying sh*t.

Now, Reggie, you know if you don't say sh*t,

you'll lose 90 per cent of your vocabulary.

You people just never learn, do you?

There you go, Sambo.

Take the wounded bear and dance outta here.

- I ain't taking this sh*t any more.

- Reg, take your problem up with the NWACP.

- I think he's gonna cause trouble, Tommy.

- Trouble breeds trouble.

- What is this?

- Paul. Tommy.

- Is this him?

- You got a problem?

- Do guns make you nervous?

- Guns have their uses.

Idiots with guns make me nervous.

Put it away. Well, there she is.

How's my little girl?

Accident.

3,000 dollar suit.

Can't take me... anywhere.

- It's gonna be one of those days.

- What?

I was just saying to Chicki it's a nice day.

- Think about it, Reg. Tommy'll kill you.

- Screw Tommy, man.

Tommy won't like it.

I couldn't keep him out, Paul.

He saw an opportunity and he just pounced.

The unions, trucking,

he's infiltrated every aspect of my business...

- Mommy! Come over here!

... and almost all the garment district.

I could tell you a lot more.

- You've told me enough. The DA's a friend.

- Look.

Oh!

- Paul. Nice to see you again.

- Brian. Nice to see you. Come in.

This is my assistant, Hector Vasquez.

Hector, meet Paul Kersey.

Nice to meet you.

- Stewart. Professor Paul Stewart.

- Right.

I should have remembered.

I gave you that name.

No, it wasn't you.

It was your boss when you were working

with the witness protection programme.

- The new life we gave you working out?

- Yeah. Still teaching architecture.

- So life's good?

- Depends.

- On what?

- On you.

Ah, yes. You said on the phone

that a friend needs my help?

- Olivia Regent.

- The fashion designer?

- Wasn't she married to?

- Tommy O'Shea.

You see, O'Shea has involved himself

in her business,

in the whole fashion world, in fact,

in a very bad way.

- She would like to get him out.

- Maybe we can help each other.

I haven't been able to touch that guy.

When can she come in?

- Tomorrow?

- Perfect. Tommy O'Shea.

- I hope she realizes her whole life will change.

- She hopes it's for the better.

Oh!

I bet it's beautiful.

Oh! It is.

Paul, I can't tell you what this means to me.

And Chelsea, she so needs a father.

- Can I take that to mean a yes?

- Come here.

With all my heart.

To us.

Oh! Oh!

I'll be right back.

I've always been a fan of yours,

Miss Regent.

- Are you embarrassed or something?

- I'm not embarrassed.

Ah, jeez! Come on, what happened here?

- OK, sweetheart, don't worry about it.

- Are you OK?

- Bring some more of these, will you?

- Get him a towel.

There, that's better.

Goddamn dandruff!

Oh! I'm sorry.

It's true, isn't it? Look at that.

What a face you've got. Look at it.

Not me, you. Look at that beautiful face!

Take a good look at it because

I'm going to have to take it away from you.

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