Death Wish V: The Face of Death Page #3

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.

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