Death Wish V: The Face of Death Page #2

See, why do you?

It's best to be careful who you talk to.

We have ears everywhere.

We know what you're thinking of doing.

Don't do it. It's a bad idea.

So bad.

So bad!

Come here, baby.

The next time,

your daughter won't have a mother.

Remember.

Excuse me.

She's stable, fair.

- Tough gal.

- On the outside.

I'm not gonna pull any punches. Even with

reconstruction, the face will never be the same.

Why was O'Shea at the restaurant?

It's more than coincidence.

How did he know she was going to testify?

Paul, I didn't know she would need protection

until after she came in.

I should have known.

I underestimated O'Shea.

It's not gonna happen again.

It's not your fault.

She'll still talk to us, won't she?

- I don't know.

- Paul...

This thing is not just gonna go away.

Let me just have a couple of words,

all right?

Hoyle. Vasquez.

My investigation started an hour ago

and the chief prosecutor's already here?

Olivia Regent, the victim, is part of an ongoing

investigation in my department, Lieutenant.

- The Tommy O'Shea investigation?

- What do you know about that?

He was at the scene of the crime

and wherever he is, he stinks.

I watched him come up through the Irish gangs.

Now he's going big time. He's a scumbag.

But we believe the perp might have been

somebody else. Do you recognize him?

He had a lot of make-up on. I don't know.

- May I, sir?

- Do you know him, Vasquez?

- Looks like Frederick Garretty.

- Aka Freddie Flakes.

He's got a skin condition. It causes bad dandruff.

When O'Shea has a special job to do,

he uses this piece of scum.

Likes disguises, a security freak.

A very lethal guy.

What about Tommy O'Shea? He's the guilty one.

Paul, unless I have something more to go on,

my hands are tied.

O'Shea has an ironclad alibi, right?

You were there.

I see I'm wasting my time with you guys.

I got some more questions. I'll be calling you.

Still not sure what you're doing here.

Well, it's a little over your head, Lieutenant.

Why don't you just do your job, I'll do mine. OK?

Excuse me.

Lieutenant.

I remember when he was fixing parking tickets

in the DA's office. Let's get outta here.

- How's Chelsea?

- Don't worry, Professor. She sleeps upstairs.

- How'd this happen?

- Chelsea's father's here.

- He did this to you?

- It's a way of life for him.

- I could tell you a lot more.

- You've told me enough.

I couldn't keep him out.

He saw an opportunity and he pounced.

The unions, trucking,

he has infiltrated every aspect of my business

and most everyone else in the garment district.

Tommy O'Shea.

I hope she realizes her whole life will change.

- She hopes it's for the better.

- I'm not pulling any punches.

Even with reconstruction,

the face will never be the same.

You got a problem?

- Guns make you nervous?

- Guns have their uses.

Idiots with guns make me nervous.

Little Reggie's been telling tales

and talking out of school.

Now who's Reggie been talking to?

- I said nothing to nobody, you white trash.

- I had no idea you were so prejudiced.

I usually get a shine with that.

Do what you want with him.

- There you go saying stupid things again.

- Hey, Sal.

You're looking a little rumpled.

What do you say we straighten you out?

- It's not a good thing.

- It'll improve your appearance.

No! No!

Aagh!

Reg, we know you've been talking to somebody.

Why don't you just tell us who?

- I ain't said nothing to nobody.

- He ain't said nothing to nobody.

- I bet that smarts, eh? Reg? Reg?

- What?

- Why did you do it? Don't lie!

- I said nothing.

You're lying! Let's straighten his hair. Come on.

Let's straighten his hair. Yeah, that's better.

Well, Reg, now you're all straightened out.

Say goodnight.

Chicki, we'll meet you and Reg down in the car.

Get up. Get up.

Goodnight, Reg.

- OK, is that it?

- Yeah, here it is.

Looks like a pen, doesn't it?

When we get this new recorded evidence,

we're gonna nail O'Shea.

- Albert, be very careful.

- Don't worry.

- We are gonna get those bastards, right?

- You're damn right.

You know how to use this?

We make a hole in your shirt there...

Clear, let's go.

- This goombah won't pay for protection.

- Let's have some fun.

- Get out! Get out of here!

- Cash!

There you go!

Next time Tommy says pay,

you pay or we play.

What about the laundry shipment

coming this afternoon?

Laundry? Oh, you mean the clothes

for the homeless shelter?

- What?

- You know, people without homes.

You forgot? You don't care about people

less fortunate than you? Disgusting.

I'm gonna strike you from my Christmas list.

Mind if I borrow your pen?

Thanks, Albert.

Goodbye, Albert.

They made him.

B*tch!

Police! Out of my way!

Stop! Police!

- Going down to the morgue.

- Massive internal injuries.

Sorry, guys, that's all we could do.

- Well, how is she?

- She's gone.

Why were you there, anyway?

You're not going back to your old ways?

- Is that such a bad idea?

- Let the cops take these guys down.

- You know, sometimes the law works.

- And sometimes it doesn't.

These people steal, murder,

destroy people's lives, and get away with it.

They have alibis, money, lawyers, power.

They have everything.

Tell me something. How long

have you been trying to take these guys down?

16 years. These guys are pros. It's not like

it's some gang of doped-out muggers.

16 years?

It's a long time to be failing.

- I gotta go. Bye.

- Ciao.

Mama, relax. It's a sidewalk.

Mama, who's the best, uh?

Paul, I don't want Chelsea

to see me like this.

Chelsea's still at my place.

- I thought it best until things settle down.

- Thank you.

Look at my face, Paul.

Look at my face. I can't let Tommy

get away with this. I won't let him.

Olivia, you don't know how hard

it is for me to say this.

Let the law deal with Tommy.

OK. Whatever you say.

First I have to make a telephone call.

I think Hoyle's phone has been bugged.

So go along with me on this, will you?

- District Attorney Hoyle's office.

- Attorney Hoyle, please.

- Who's calling?

- Paul Stewart.

- Hoyle.

- It's Paul.

How's Olivia? She hasn't changed...

Olivia has decided not to testify.

- Paul.

- Can I talk to you about this for a minute?

She's made up her mind

and I support her decision. I'm sorry.

All right. All right.

Sh*t.

Somebody else was listening.

Hey! Tommy's really pissed, Gail.

- It's payday, Gail. Where is it?

- I don't have any money.

- Where is it?

- In the car.

Come on, let's see what we got.

Is the money in here?

Oh, look at this! Look at this! What's this?

Get outta my way!

- I'm outta here.

- You're losing weight. Stay for dinner.

- Hector, you're staying for dinner.

- You are.

- Can I see your gun?

- No.

What's the matter with you?

He's staying for dinner,

first 'cause it's free

and second, look how lonely he is.

And I'm hungry.

OK, I'll stay. Wait.

You're not trying to set me up like last time?

- Would I do that?

- Yes, you would, actually.

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