Death Wish 4: The Crackdown Page #5

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Art Sanella and Jack Stein,

were expensively recruited

to execute this policy.

They are efficient, always work together

and have a preference for Italian food.

- Gino.

- Good afternoon, my friends.

- Are we too late?

- We're open for you, Mr. Moreno.

- Mr. Stein, Mr. Sanella.

- How is your family?

They're fine, thank s. Come this way.

Thank s.

Hey, watch the water! You got it over me.

- I'm sorry!

- Get back in the kitchen.

Jesus!

- Hi.

- Afternoon, sir. What can I do for you?

My name is Jack Kimble.

I represent Sautelle Winery.

It's a new winery in Napa Valley.

I have a sample of the first pressing.

I thought you'd like a taste.

- Have a glass handy?

- Sure.

- You been to Napa Valley?

- No. I spend most of my time on the beach.

- Beautiful country. You ought to go up there.

- I will.

Tell me what you think.

- Not bad.

- Let's see what your customers say.

- I don't think that's a good idea.

- They'll love it.

Gentlemen, it's your lucky day.

A bottle of wine on the house.

- Don't I know you?

- I don't think so.

Yeah, I know your face.

Did you ever live in San Francisco?

- I'm from Idaho.

- I got a brother in Idaho. What city?

- Boise.

- Boise.

- I never forget a face.

- What the hell?

- What the f*** is going on?

- I put the word out.

- And?

- Nothing.

- Bullshit. Somebody's trying to push us out.

- Maybe it's the Romeros.

Oh, no, no, no. They wouldn't dare.

- Who else could it be?

- I don't know.

That's why I pay you,

to find out what's happening.

So, do your job, or I'll get somebody else.

The head of the Romero

street-dealing operations is Max Green.

Numerous arrests for pimping,

child pornography, drug dealing, murder.

No convictions.

Witnesses against Max

have a habit of disappearing.

He is a resident of Vegas, but when in LA,

he operates out of a video rental store

on the West Side.

I don't care if his dog brings it.

I want that shipment by Friday

or I'll cut off his balls and make him eat them.

Got that? Good.

- What do you want?

- You.

- I didn't do nothing.

- No, you just sell drugs to children.

It's a business. I'm a supplier.

I don't make kids use drugs. It's their choice.

- You don't do it, someone else will?

- That's right. That's exactly right.

- How many?

- How many what?

How many children have you killed

with this sh*t?

- Six dead in 48 hours. We've got a gang war.

- We could just let them blow each other away.

Bodies don't make good press

and there's an election coming.

Well, we could run one of these suckers

for office.

The Romeros lost three men.

Maybe they'll hit back. Who's their best shooter?

- Frank Bauggs.

- OK, stake him out.

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