Death Wish 4: The Crackdown Page #2

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Things were going wonderfully well.

Then, suddenly everything changed. Her grades

went downhill, she dropped out of school.

You see, she started using cocaine.

Three months ago...

...she died of...

I know about your friend's daughter, Mr. Kersey.

I know you shot the pusher who sold the drugs.

I ask you, sir...

...what about the people behind him?

How many children do we let them destroy

before we say, "Enough", Mr. Kersey?

How many?

I've spent a fortune buying information

on the major dealers in Los Angeles.

I'll give you money, weapons,

names, anything you want.

They're all murderers, Kersey, from the smallest

street-corner pusher to the fat cat at the top.

Anybody connected with drugs deserves to die.

They have to be stopped, Kersey.

I need a few days to think about this.

When Michael died, Erica was only five.

I made a promise to her...

...that no matter what happened,

she would always come first. I let her down.

I was too involved with work

to see what was going on.

You have to stop this.

I know how you feel because I've been there.

You think you should have done something

different but it's not your fault that Erica died.

It's those drugs.

I'm so angry!

I feel so helpless. I... I want to do something,

but I don't know what to do.

You're a writer. Write about it.

Let people know about drugs.

Just keep pounding on it.

- What story did you want to do?

- Drugs.

- Oh, Karen, every single...

- I know I'm involved. That's why I have to do it.

I want to know why she died

and who's responsible.

Nobody cares. Everybody uses drugs now,

not just street junkies.

Rich people, middle-class people,

doctors, secretaries...

It's the new American way of life, Karen.

They know about it and they don't care.

- We have to make them care.

- Come on, Karen.

Pat, this is important to me.

All right, but let me know what you're doing.

I don't want the cops

finding your body in an alley. OK?

All right.

- You're sure you want to do this?

- Yes.

OK. I just hope you've got a strong stomach.

- What paper did you say you were with?

- Tribune.

- You want to see the drug-related ones, right?

- Right.

Ah... 18-year-old male.

Died when his freebasing pipe exploded

in his face.

Did you want to see the body?

19-year-old male. Robbed a liquor store

to get money to buy drugs.

17-year-old female.

Died of a stroke from repeated cocaine use.

13-year-old little girl. She was selling herself

on the street to support her habit

- and one of her customers slashed her throat.

- 13 years old?

Oh, God...

They're all children!

Yeah, that look s good. Here you go, my man.

You have a good time. Enjoy yourselves.

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