Death Wish Page #5

get tired of living in that toilet...

...you're welcome here.

- Welcome home.

- Hi, Jack.

I halfway expected to see Carol.

Let's go get your bags.

What is it?

She's in the hospital.

When I last spoke to you,

you said she was feeling better.

I didn't see any need to get you

disturbed on a long-distance call.

Come on, Dad. Don't do a number.

Don't do a number on me.

There was nothing you could do.

They haven't even let me see her

for two days.

They tried insulin shock yesterday.

She's not responding.

You want technical jargon?

I can reel it off.

Catatonia, dementia praecox,

passive schizoid paranoia.

It boils down to this: She's had

an experience she can't face...

...and she's running away from it

inside herself.

You didn't handle it right.

Oh, Christ, Dad.

I'll get other doctors.

Who are these doctors you have?

They're good doctors.

She's almost a goddamn vegetable.

If you don't sign the papers,

what happens?

They keep her until the insurance

runs out. That won't be long.

If you sign the papers

and she's committed, what then?

I've got insurance that covers it

up to $600 a month.

They've recommended

a sanatorium in Long Island.

This commitment,

is it a one-way thing?

Nobody can answer that, Dad.

You want to know what they are?

Statistics on a police blotter.

Mom and Carol, along with

thousands of other people.

And there is nothing we can do

to stop it.

Nothing but cut and run.

What a bummer. That was the

worst f***ing movie I've ever seen.

You got money, man?

I'll kill you. Give me your money

or I'll bust you up.

Oh, Jesus.

Good morning, inspector.

Good morning. What do we got?

We got a corpse.

One bullet hole in his chest.

Fellow over there was jogging,

found him on the path.

- The dead man?

- Thomas Leroy Marston.

He had a parole card. Served 42 months

of a 5-year hitch for grand larceny.

He's a drug addict,

probably popping smack again.

We found this on the grass next to him.

The thing hasn't been fired.

Deceased had a gun clip on his belt,

must be his.

What would you say if I suggested

he tried a heist and got shot?

Maybe two guys

trying to heist each other.

No, this man wasn't robbed.

He still has money in his wallet.

- Morning, Paul.

- Morning.

- Hi, Paul.

- Morning, Sam.

Well, we've marked it out

as you've indicated.

It's beautiful.

What's our profit?

Not quite three million, but...

...our investment can be amortized

in two years. It is a show-place.

Look at that wasted space.

Jainchill loves those hills.

Besides, it's take it or leave it.

It's too pretty to leave.

Okay, I'll run it for the board.

- I may need your help, Paul.

- Okay.

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