Death Wish Page #3

You remind her of Mom.

Dad, don't make it tough for me.

Okay, I'll make it easy for you.

Ives asked me to go to

Tucson, Arizona on a job.

How long will you be gone?

I don't know till I look it over.

But you call,

let me know how Carol is.

Well, sure I will, Dad.

I hear Tucson's

a really beautiful place.

That's what everybody says.

How are you today, sir?

All right, you son of a b*tch.

Turn around, son of a b*tch.

Motherf***er, I said turn around.

Now hand me the money.

- Paul Kersey.

- Yeah.

- Ames Jainchill.

- How do you do, Mr. Jainchill?

Ames. I'll call you Paul.

- How'd you know who I was?

- You look like a New Yorker.

Howdy, Judd.

Wanted you to see this country

before you looked at the drawings.

Give you a better idea.

I don't wanna change these hills,

don't wanna bulldoze them flat.

You'll waste a lot of building space.

Wasting space.

Those are words you big developers

have to change for something else.

Such as?

Space for life.

Like old Judd up there.

Space for people, for horses, cows.

I got funny ideas

about building things.

Welcome to Old Tucson,

the famous movie studio.

Let's wet our whistle

before I trot you back to the motel.

- Boardwalks of the Red Dog Caf,

the Gunsmith Shop...

- What's happening here?

- That's a phony Western town.

They shoot movies here, but the rest

of the time it's for tourists.

This is where the performance

will take place.

This fellow's good, you wanna watch?

- Where the Wild West lives again.

- Where the Wild West lives again.

- Where's the marshal?

- He's in the bank.

- What do you got in mind to do?

- You steal my horse.

That's a good trick.

You spot yourself on the porch,

while I draw the marshal out.

Hey, marshal!

- What's the matter?

- Somebody stole my horse.

I told you

to get out of town by sunset!

You missing a mare that was tied

to the rail? I saw a fella take him.

- What'd he look like?

- Well, he was about this tall...

Get him, Frank!

Let's put him inside and get to the

bank and make that withdrawal.

All right, boys. The fun's over.

Throw out your guns

and put your hands up!

Listen up, marshal.

I've got dynamite.

Don't be a fool.

The outlaw life seemed a shortcut

to easy money...

...which could buy liquor and women.

But there were honest men

who would fight...

Let's get that beer.

- Who planted the roots

that would grow into a nation.

Blueridge won't buy it.

I don't build a thing

that'll be a slum in 20 years.

And I won't doze those hills.

What I build conforms to the land.

And you can't hear the toilets flush

next door.

You want our help,

you'll have to let me work on it.

Up to a point, I want your help.

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