Death Wish V: The Face of Death Page #4

- But it's gonna cost you.

- No kidding?

- Have at it.

- Deal.

You know...

Kersey's gonna be going down the list.

Get it?

- Hey, Hector.

- Yeah?

Something you're wearing?

I don't know, Tommy. Check Sal.

Scumbag.

- Jesus Christ.

- What?

- We gotta call Freddie.

- Don't worry about Freddie.

You know Freddie. He's in the womb.

What?

The womb.

Hm. Birthday present?

- A treat for someone special.

- How lovely. Won't they be surprised?

You look great in that outfit.

Do you think it'll fit me?

That depends. Are you into pain?

- This is the only place I feel safe any more.

- Want some wine?

You go ahead. I gotta keep my head clear.

Of course the stress is making me itch.

- Sure you don't want some wine?

- Yeah.

- Maybe milk, to calm me down.

- No, milk's bad for dandruff.

- Really?

- Yeah.

I gotta get a new dermatologist.

That guy's a joke.

- I'll give you some buttons to push.

- Yeah.

- I just gotta calm down, you know.

- Oh, lighten up.

You sound like Tommy.

Tommy's being stupid and careless. He thinks

he's got some guns, some goons, he's safe.

I'm worried about him.

He used to be smarter than that.

What happens if Tommy goes down?

Will he be loyal to me?

This stuff is supposed to kill every flake

on my head.

- It smells like the stuff they use on cockroaches.

- Who are you calling a cockroach?

Hey!

Stay put. I'll be right back.

Oh, God.

Kids.

Hey, Freddie!

I'm gonna take care

of your dandruff problem for you.

No!

Freddie!

Aagh!

Aagh! No! Freddie!

- Brian.

- Yeah?

- I got some news.

- I don't want any more news.

Sorry, I just got off the phone

with the mayor's assistant.

- The mayor's on a rampage about this vigilante.

- I'm not surprised.

- He's gonna call in a few minutes.

- The assistant?

No, the mayor.

First Paconi, then Flakes. He's going down

the list. Make sure O'Shea's covered.

You got it.

- You wanna get that?

- That's why they pay you the big bucks.

Hoyle.

- It's Paul, Brian.

- Where are you? We've looked all over for you.

You can't take the law into your own hands.

Let me help you.

You can help me by meeting me

at Olivia's house at 10. Come alone, will you?

Paul?

Honey, I gotta get off the phone.

I didn't think it would be this easy, Kersey.

Neither did I.

You're right.

You can't trust the justice system.

He would have killed you, Brian.

Yeah.

No judge, no jury...

...no appeal and no deals.

How do you feel about it?

I'm scared.

What are you gonna do?

Paul...

...Im not even here.

Let us pray.

Lord, hear our prayers and be merciful to

your son whom you have called from this life.

Welcome him into the company of your saints...

- Terrible.

... in the kingdom of light and peace...

But life goes on...

Father, God of all consolation,

in your unending love and mercy for us...

My children, please.

This is the house of the Lord.

Put away those weapons.

My children, please. Let us continue.

Show compassion to your people

in their sorrow...

What is it?

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

It's the a**hole.

Your son, our Lord, Jesus Christ...

Where are you going, my children?

- Tommy.

- What?

Over there.

Well, open the goddamn thing, dummy.

You know, it's the first time I've ever looked

at that son of a b*tch and it didn't irritate me.

Ship him to Jersey.

Max.

A couple of cappuccinos

and something to eat.

Then upstairs and check out Chelsea.

This is no good, Tommy.

This is a vendetta that we brought on ourselves.

Now Vasquez is gone, that's terrific.

- This is bad for business.

- Vasquez got what he deserved.

We can always buy somebody else.

Just concentrate on Kersey.

Concentrate on Kersey.

Concentrate on Kersey. We got every

spare soldier out looking for that maniac.

Jesus Christ, Tommy!

I want out. As soon as we dust

this Kersey a**hole, I want out.

- That's it.

- What is it, Sallie?

What do you mean? Look at me! My blood

pressure's going through the goddamn roof.

Ever since Chicki's gone,

it don't make sense any more.

Your blood pressure, part of it's your diet.

You eat like you're going to the electric chair.

I don't need you to tell me how to eat.

Concentrate on Kersey.

I think we oughta give the lamb to the wolf.

- We'll catch Kersey using Chelsea as bait.

- What are you talking about? Lamb, wolf?

Kersey, he knows every move we're making,

and somebody's helping him out.

You're the lamb, Sallie.

- Are you selling me out? No!

- No, listen to me.

Do the same thing you do every Sunday,

go to church,

drop the cash at Olivia's,

do everything like on Sunday.

Sure, and get barbecued like Freddie Flakes.

He won't get near you, I promise.

You promise. You promise.

So I pick Chelsea up here

and Kersey's gonna do nothing?

No, you lead him to the factory

and right into the trap.

Don't they look nice?

There she is.

Poor, sweet, dim-witted Max.

- Our resident retard.

- What?

Chicki choked to death on a canoli.

Do you not remember?

If you had a brain, you would play with it!

- Don't!

- Moron!

Hello, Tommy? I got Kersey on my tail.

I'm going to pick up Chelsea.

Hi, sweetheart.

Tommy? Yeah, I got Chelsea.

Get everybody ready. We're on our way.

Angel, check out the toys.

Let's rock and roll!

All right.

Rock and roll your butts downstairs.

And give Mr. Kersey the warmest of welcomes.

Let's do it. Come on.

Stay there.

Now, come on. Let's go.

Hey, hey!

Get in there!

You guys in position?

Kersey should be showing up any time.

- Kersey won't know what hit him.

- Make him suffer.

He's right behind me, the a**hole.

He's walking right into it.

Wonderful.

Chelsea.

Chelsea, come here.

You'd better come over here,

you stubborn little sh*t.

- No.

- Hey, do what your father tells you.

You spoilt little brat.

He's inside.

Sh*t!

He's history.

Sh*t.

Aagh!

- Where's the girl?

- Don't know.

Frankie?

Frankie?

Mickey.

Mickey?

Son of a b*tch. Angel?

- How many more of you are there?

- I don't know.

Angel!

Frankie!

Get up there. Get up there!

I'll take the walkie-talkie.

- What are you gonna do?

- Help you remember.

Hold that. Hold it!

Come on, Kersey.

What's this all about?

I don't know nothing.

Come on.

Come on, Kersey.

Memory any better?

- Where's the girl?

- She's upstairs in the big room.

- Anybody with her?

- Sal and Tommy.

Sh!

Frankie. Where've you been?

How've you been doing?

Did you get Kersey?

Answer me!

I'm coming for you, O'Shea.

- Paul! Paul!

- Don't just stand there, for Christ's sake!

Moron.

Sal!

- Sal!

- What? Tommy, the kid's getting away.

You go that way. I'll meet you in the showroom.

Paul?

Paul, are you here?

Paul?

Don't even think it.

- Paul! Help me!

- Stop! Dammit!

Paul!

Paul, where are you?

Sal!

Sal!

Jesus!

Sal!

Kersey!

Sh*t!

Kersey, I'm unarmed.

I have no gun, right?

You wouldn't shoot an unarmed man,

would you?

Kersey?

Paul! Please, help me!

Paul!

Paul!

Paul, help me!

- Hey!

- Paul?

Paul, where are you?

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