Death Wish V: The Face of Death Page #4

Get up. Get up.

Goodnight, Reg.

- OK, is that it?

- Yeah, here it is.

Looks like a pen, doesn't it?

When we get this new recorded evidence,

we're gonna nail O'Shea.

- Albert, be very careful.

- Don't worry.

- We are gonna get those bastards, right?

- You're damn right.

You know how to use this?

We make a hole in your shirt there...

Clear, let's go.

- This goombah won't pay for protection.

- Let's have some fun.

- Get out! Get out of here!

- Cash!

There you go!

Next time Tommy says pay,

you pay or we play.

What about the laundry shipment

coming this afternoon?

Laundry? Oh, you mean the clothes

for the homeless shelter?

- What?

- You know, people without homes.

You forgot? You don't care about people

less fortunate than you? Disgusting.

I'm gonna strike you from my Christmas list.

Mind if I borrow your pen?

Thanks, Albert.

Goodbye, Albert.

They made him.

B*tch!

Police! Out of my way!

Stop! Police!

- Going down to the morgue.

- Massive internal injuries.

Sorry, guys, that's all we could do.

- Well, how is she?

- She's gone.

Why were you there, anyway?

You're not going back to your old ways?

- Is that such a bad idea?

- Let the cops take these guys down.

- You know, sometimes the law works.

- And sometimes it doesn't.

These people steal, murder,

destroy people's lives, and get away with it.

They have alibis, money, lawyers, power.

They have everything.

Tell me something. How long

have you been trying to take these guys down?

16 years. These guys are pros. It's not like

it's some gang of doped-out muggers.

16 years?

It's a long time to be failing.

- I gotta go. Bye.

- Ciao.

Mama, relax. It's a sidewalk.

Mama, who's the best, uh?

Paul, I don't want Chelsea

to see me like this.

Chelsea's still at my place.

- I thought it best until things settle down.

- Thank you.

Look at my face, Paul.

Look at my face. I can't let Tommy

get away with this. I won't let him.

Olivia, you don't know how hard

it is for me to say this.

Let the law deal with Tommy.

OK. Whatever you say.

First I have to make a telephone call.

I think Hoyle's phone has been bugged.

So go along with me on this, will you?

- District Attorney Hoyle's office.

- Attorney Hoyle, please.

- Who's calling?

- Paul Stewart.

- Hoyle.

- It's Paul.

How's Olivia? She hasn't changed...

Olivia has decided not to testify.

- Paul.

- Can I talk to you about this for a minute?

She's made up her mind

and I support her decision. I'm sorry.

All right. All right.

Sh*t.

Somebody else was listening.

Hey! Tommy's really pissed, Gail.

- It's payday, Gail. Where is it?

- I don't have any money.

- Where is it?

- In the car.

Come on, let's see what we got.

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