Death Wish V: The Face of Death Page #3

- Did you?

- No, really. I have no idea who it is.

- I have nothing to do with it.

- Is it Marilyn?

- She's got a moustache like you.

- Hector, I do have a friend, a great girl.

She just came in from out of town.

I'd like you to meet her.

Paul! Come on in.

- What are you doing here?

- I came to tell you Olivia will testify.

Why didn't you say on the phone?

I think somebodys listening in

to your conversations.

Jesus Christ.

OK. I understand.

I'm not making the same mistake twice.

I'll send Agent McDonald

to her place for security.

- OK? Come on in.

- No, I've gotta get back to Olivia.

She's doing the right thing, Paul.

Hector, she is gonna testify.

Tell McDonald to get over to her place now.

Sorry, I gotta make some calls.

Tell me, Paul. What do you see?

I see the woman I'm going to marry.

Promise me if anything should happen to me...

- Nothing's gonna happen.

- No, promise me still.

- You'll take care of Chelsea.

- Of course, I promise.

I love you.

And I love you.

Yes?

Dwight McDonald, Justice Department.

Professor Stewart,

we'd like to secure the building, sir.

Professor Stewart?

Olivia!

How rude!

- Olivia!

- Paul?

Olivia! Get away quickly.

Use the fire escape. Quick!

Gentlemen.

- There he is!

- We're here!

Onward.

- Where the hell is he?

- He's not gonna get away.

- Bingo.

- There he is!

- I'll get him.

- Check the other rooms.

- That b*tch is gonna die.

- Chicki, get that one.

- Where is she?

- Not in there.

She's gotta be up there. Chicki, let's go.

Peekaboo.

She's gotta be up there.

Son of a b*tch!

Come on, Chicki, let's go!

Chicki! Go help your brother.

I'll take care of her.

Oh!

Olivia!

Ha!

Better.

Let's get outta here!

OK. Check that side. Check the alley.

Check the alley. Move! Go!

Tommy O'Shea was released

after questioning in the murder of Olivia Regent.

Mr. O'Shea, what are your plans?

I don't know. Might go fishing. I need a vacation.

Seriously?

Seriously, my life's a goddamn soap opera.

Tune in tomorrow.

Lieutenant King, why did

the Organized Crime Bureau call in Mr. O'Shea?

There is nothing unusual about this.

We always talk to ex-spouses of murder victims.

- Yes, but don't you?

- Thank you, that's all we have to say.

Look... Wait for me in the car.

I'd better do this by myself.

- Hi, Paul.

- Say what you came to say.

Chelsea, I'm so sorry about your mom.

Paul, can... we talk?

- Every time I talk to you, somebody gets hurt.

- Listen to me.

You come before the grand jury

and identify those guys who...

One of those guys will give Tommy up in a deal.

I'll airtight the case with other people,

not just you.

Brian, get your men together and leave.

Take your team back to headquarters.

I miss mom. I wish she were here.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh!

Got you.

You do good work, councilor.

Well, boys. Tomorrow's the big day.

- Big day? What big day?

- Baby's coming home to dada.

- Is your daughter coming for a visit?

- What?

- Your daughter, she's coming for a visit?

- No, she's coming here to live. Permanently.

Gee, baby. I never knew you felt that way

about her.

- What's mine is mine.

- What did you say?

I don't know. I'm starting to mumble like you,

so I couldn't hear.

What?

Chelsea, don't forget your gloves and your hat.

- I don't wanna go. I wanna stay with you.

- What's happening? What's going on?

- Into the car, miss.

- What is this?

I'm sorry, Professor Stewart.

He has the legal rights.

I apologize, sir.

Read it and weep. She's coming with me.

Like hell she is.

Son of a b*tch is quick.

Professor Stewart!

Are you all right? What's happened?

Professor, what's happened? What is it?

Look at my face, Paul.

I can't let Tommy get away with this.

Paul, if you'll just

come before the grand jury, identify those men...

Gather your men together and leave.

- Going back to your old ways?

- Is that a bad idea?

- Let the law do it. Sometimes it works.

- Sometimes it doesn't.

These people steal, murder,

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

- Our hands are tied.

- I'm wasting my time with you guys.

- That looks perfect.

- Grazie,

- Hey, sis. How you doing?

- OK.

- Hey, Sal, I gotta take a whiz.

- He's gotta take a whiz.

- Where's mama?

- She's in the back.

Chicki, your canoli's on the table

up front.

I'll see Mama later.

I'll see Chicki at Tommy's.

- You drive careful, Salvatore.

- Yeah, yeah.

Congratulations,

you finally got a customer.

- Can I have a refill of coffee, please?

- Sure.

- Hey, buddy, finished with the papers?

- Help yourself.

- There you go.

- Thanks.

Anna, I love your canoli!

Chicki, you eat too many,

you're gonna turn into a blimp.

I'll be a happy blimp.

Chicki, are you OK?

Chicki, are you OK? Chicki!

Chicki, what's wrong?

Chicki! Chicki!

Help him, mister. Help him, come on!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Help! My brother! Help!

Have you got a problem?

- Chicki!

- All right, lady. All right.

Father, God of all consolation,

in your unending love and mercy for us,

you turn the darkness of death

into the dawn of new life.

Show compassion to your people

in their sorrows.

Be our refuge and our strength

to lift us from the darkness of this grief...

Come on. It's OK.

Your son, our Lord Jesus Christ,

by dying for us, conquered death.

- We'll stand by you.

- He treated me like sh*t. Why do I miss him?

- She's not holding up too well.

- I sure wouldn't want that to be me.

...where every tear will be wiped away.

We ask this through Christ our Lord, Amen.

- Cyanide. Who would've?

- I haven't a clue.

Everybody's going to ball games together.

It doesn't make any sense.

Chicki. He had no concept of security.

He was, like, naked.

You should learn from this.

Sure, become a paranoid schizophrenic

like you.

You got it wrong, Tommy.

Protection is like being back

in your mother's womb, it's so safe.

- Hey.

- Dandruff.

- What?

- What happened?

I have no idea.

Oh, my God. Look at that.

Oh, my Lord.

Tommy really knows how to buy. This is

quality merchandise. This stuff is gonna sell.

Way better than what that broad had.

You're right, Sal.

Tommy's a genius. Yeah.

Can somebody help me back here?

Maxine.

Max!

- Slither over my way.

- What, baby?

It's show time.

- Something wrong?

- Just keep at it.

Nothing's happening again.

Any sh*t outta you,

I'll squeeze your head. Take a hike.

Turn around. Are you ticklish?

When you talk to your mother

do you do this?

What do we have here?

- Put it down.

- Yes, sir. Happy?

- Mr. Vasquez.

- Mr. O'Shea.

I never thanked you personally

for that tip on Olivia.

That's OK.

The money was your thanks.

Who killed Chick?

Well, you got a problem.

Ever hear the name Paul Kersey,

a vigilante killer a few years back?

Oh, yeah.

That was your ex-wife's boyfriend.

Professor.

- You people have him?

- Not any more.

- He did Chicki?

- Kersey's no amateur.

You pissed him off.

- How do we find him?

- I could remedy that situation.

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