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Hey, what are we gonna do now?

Are we gonna push it or what?

Yeah, we're gonna put it out. Push it. (LAUGHS)

You gotta watch your back.

MAN 1: Yeah, baby! Come on. MAN 2: How're you doing?

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

MAN: Let's go, man.

- Go, check it out. - Yeah.

All right, clear. Do it, just walk through.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

- Hi, Chelsea. - Hi, Paul.

- (APPLAUDING) - Thank you.

I'm so happy to see you all,

and to welcome you to my 10th Annual Spring Line Collection.

I'm proud to announce

that 50% of the proceeds from tonight's show

will go to the New York Save the Children's Foundation.

Now, fasten your seat belts and on with the show!

(DISCO MUSIC PLAYING)

MAN: Ladies, ladies...

WOMAN 1: Really? WOMAN 2: Yes. Yes, I was.

- Mr. O'Shea. - Hey!

O'SHEA: Chicki.

- Come here. Say, "Shit." - Shit.

There you go.

- Sal. - Oh, yeah.

- Take Chicki downstairs to the factory. - Tommy.

Don't let Big Al leave until I see him.

Whatever you say. Let's go, Chicki.

Hey, Strokes, come on.

- What? - Let's go. Come on!

(SIGHS)

I love it. You should be ready.

There she is.

Tommy, you shouldn't be here today. It's bad for my company.

Maxine, wait for me in the limo.

- Max! - (GASPS)

You, wait, limo.

Your company? That's our problem.

SAL: These numbers are bad, Albert.

It's very bad, you're way behind.

- What can I do? - Pray.

How many times do I have to tell you about that thing? Jesus!

I'll tell you what you do, Albert.

You tell Tommy you've made a mistake and you can fix it.

I hate to see you get hurt, I mean it.

I mean, you're already fat, ugly and stupid.

You don't need any more problems, am I right?

Am I right?

(SHOUTS) Am I fucking right?

What are you, fucking deaf, huh? Am I right?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

I don't need this fucking shit.

(DISCO MUSIC PLAYING)

(APPLAUDING)

- I see Chelsea's here. - This is not the time.

That's my daughter sitting with a geek.

She's not your daughter anymore.

A judge took her away from you, remember?

I never forget,

love.

(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)

What's the matter with you, huh?

Jesus Christ, you believe this guy?

This is pathetic.

Hey, Albert. Big, fat Albert. How are you doing, Al?

- Mr. O'Shea, there's no need to... - What do you mean need?

I always have need.

Well, say something, stutter, do something.

I can't play with the numbers anymore, Mr. O'Shea.

We're gonna have a problem.

Oh, I see, you don't understand.

You gotta clean that goddamn wax out of your ears.

We have to make the dirty cash clean. You got that?

But we're moving more cash than we are clothes.

Really?

(DISCO MUSIC PLAYING)

(CAMERA CLICKING)

OLIVIA: Daphne. WOMAN: Uh-huh.

- Congratulations. - Hello, darling.

- Where's Chelsea? - Glued to her seat.

I think she's gonna take after you.

You should go back. You're gonna miss the best part.

The best part is here.

(WINCES)

What's the matter?

How did this happen?

Chelsea's father's here.

He did this to you?

It's a way of life for him.

Where is he?

Olivia, where is he?

- He's downstairs in the factory. - Come on.

Come on, move your ass out there.

- Mr. O'Shea, you... - There she is,

the enchanting Esther Williams.

Whoa!

Show us your best stroke, Esther!

- How much, ballpark? - ALBERT: Mr. O'Shea, please.

- Come on, give me a number. - Come on.

Um, that was $1500 worth of merchandise.

Oh, really? Chicki, throw me a handful of high fashion there.

Eveningwear. You're the greatest, Tommy.

And you're stupid.

(SPLASHING)

We're moving more clothes than cash.

Solve your problem?

With all due respect, Mr. O'Shea, I follow Miss Regent's instructions.

Oh.

Reg.

(BUZZER SOUND)

You and me are taking a little walk around the wood.

ALBERT: Mr. O'Shea, please.

- Mr. O'Shea. Mr. O'Shea. - That's my name.

- Mr. O'Shea, is this... - You're repeating yourself.

- Is this necessary? - You're boring the shit out of me.

You know what your problem is?

You know what your problem is?

- What? - You and your boss.

You don't have to service your partners anymore.

Let me tell you something.

I'm partnered up with over 35 companies.

All of whom are very responsive and very helpful,

with the exception of this company, because this company is too fat.

- And you, you're too fat. - (GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

Look at you. You look like a beached whale.

- Mr. O'Shea... - SAL: Get down, get down.

I tried to warn, didn't I? You wouldn't listen.

- (MACHINE WHIRRING) - CHICK: Whoa!

Look what we have here.

(SCREAMING)

(MACHINE DYING)

I'm just acting.

Just acting, Albert. Relax.

- But in all seriousness, my God! - CHICK: That's gross.

Big tub of guts.

I think you ought to have Dr. O'Shea's

one-second weight loss.

(SCREAMING)

- No! No! - SAL: Hey, hey, hey.

- Fat man. - Go on.

SAL: I think Al's got the message here, don't you, Al, huh?

Don't you? Don't you?

(SCREAMS)

SAL: Jesus, Tommy.

This is bullshit.

- What's that? - This is bullshit, so are you!

Hey, man, I made you the head nigger

and you talk to me like that?

- Fuck you, you son of a bitch. - Hey!

Reg, that was really stupid.

You've got a big mouth. Now, apologize to the man.

- I ain't saying shit. - O'SHEA: Oh, now, Reggie.

You know damn well if you don't say "shit,"

you lose 90% of your vocabulary.

(SPITS)

You people just never learn, do you?

(SCREAMS)

There you go, Sambo.

Take the wounded bear and dance out of here.

(GRUNTING)

I ain't taking this shit any longer.

Hey, Reg. Take your problem up with the NWACP.

I think that little boy is gonna cause trouble, Tommy.

Yes, trouble breeds trouble.

What is this?

- Paul. Tommy. - Is this him?

You got a problem?

Guns make you nervous?

Guns have their uses.

Idiots with guns make me nervous.

Put it away.

Well, there she is.

How's my little girl?

Accident.

$3,000 suit can't take me...

Anywhere.

It's gonna be one of those days, Chicki.

What's your brother mumbling?

I was just saying to Chicki it's a nice day.

- Think about it, Reg. Tommy will kill you. - Screw Tommy, man.

Reg. Is that... What's he doing?

Man, Tommy ain't gonna like it.

(SIGHS)

I couldn't keep him out, Paul.

He saw an opportunity and he just pounced.

The unions, trucking.

He's infiltrated

- every aspect of my business... - Mommy!

- ...and most everyone else... - Mom, quick!

- ...in the garment district. - Come over here.

- I could tell you a lot more. - You've told me enough.

- The DA's a friend from the past. - Look.

(GASPS) Oh!

(CHUCKLES)

- Paul. - Brian.

- Nice to see you again. - Nice to see you. Come on in.

HOYLE: This is my assistant, Hector Vasquez.

- Hector, meet Paul Kersey. - VASQUEZ: How do you do?

PAUL: Nice to meet you, Mr. Kersey.

Stewart, Professor Paul Stewart.

- Right, right, right. - Come in and sit down.

I should have remembered that.

In fact, I'm the one who gave you that name.

No, it wasn't you.

It was your boss.

When you were working with the witness protection program.

Right.

The new life we gave you working out?

Yeah. I'm still teaching architecture.

So life's good?

Depends.

- On what? - On you.

Oh, yes. Yeah, you said in your phone call that a friend of yours needs my help.

- Olivia Regent. - VASQUEZ: The fashion designer?

- Wasn't she married to... - Tommy O'Shea.

You see, O'Shea has involved himself in her business.

In the whole fashion world, as a matter of fact,

in a very, very bad way.

She would like to get him out.

Well, maybe we can do each other a favor.

I haven't been able to touch that guy.

When can she come in and talk to me?

- Tomorrow? - Perfect.

Tommy O'Shea.

I hope she realizes her whole life is gonna change.

She hopes it's for the better.

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)

Oh.

I bet it's beautiful.

Oh, it is.

Paul,

I can't tell you what this means to me and Chelsea.

She so needs a father.

Can I take that to mean a yes?

Come here.

With all my heart.

- To us. - Yeah.

(GASPS)

I'll be right back.

(MANS VOICE) I've always been a fan of yours, Miss Regent.

(GASPS)

WOMAN: Oh, are you embarrassed of yourself?

CHICK: I'm not embarrassed. I just don't wanna...

Oh, come on. Jesus! Come on. What happened here?

It's all right, okay?

Okay, sweetheart, don't worry about it, okay?

- Can we have some water, please? - O'SHEA: Can I have a towel?

(OLIVIA WHIMPERING)

There, that's better.

Oh, God, damn dandruff.

Oh, I'm sorry. (CHUCKLES)

Oh, it's true, isn't it?

Look at that, what a face you've got. Look at it.

- Not me, you. Look at your face. - No!

Look. Look at that beautiful face.

Take a good look at it,

because I'm gonna have to take it away from you.

(MUFFLED SHOUTING)

See, why do you...

It's best to be careful who you talk to.

We have ears everywhere.

We know what you're thinking of doing.

Don't do it. It's a bad idea.

So bad.

- So bad. - (THUD)

Come here, baby.

(WHIMPERING)

(SIGHS)

Next time

your daughter won't have a mother!

Remember.

(DOOR UNLOCKS)

Excuse me.

(SOBBING)

(SIREN WAILING)

(MOANING)

She's stable, fair.

Tough gal.

On the outside.

DOCTOR: I'm not gonna pull any punches.

Even with reconstruction,

her face will never be the same.

VASQUEZ: What was O'Shea doing at the restaurant?

It has to be more than coincidence.

No, it has to be.

Well, how did O'Shea know she was going to testify?

I don't know. Paul, I didn't know that she would need protection

until after she came in.

I should have known.

I underestimated O'Shea. It's not gonna happen again.

HOYLE: It's not your fault.

She's not gonna change her mind about talking to us, is she?

- I don't know. - Paul.

Paul, this thing is not just gonna go away.

Paul, let me just have a couple of words with you, all right?

Hoyle, Vasquez.

Why is it that my investigation started only an hour ago

and the chief prosecutor's already here?

Olivia Regent, the victim, is part of an ongoing investigation

in my department, Lieutenant. That's all.

The Tommy O'Shea investigation?

What do you know about that?

Tommy O'Shea was at the scene of the crime.

Wherever he is, he stinks.

I mean, I watched this guy come up through the Irish gangs, you know?

He's ruthless. Now he's going big time.

He's a scumbag.

We believe the perp might have been somebody else.

Recognize him?

He had a lot of makeup on, but I don't know.

VASQUEZ: May I, sir?

You know him, Vasquez?

- Looks like Frederick Ghearty. - WOMAN: Aka Freddie Flakes.

He's got some sort of skin condition. Causes bad dandruff.

When Tommy O'Shea has a special job to do,

he usually uses this piece of scum.

He likes disguises, a security freak.

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 iron-clad alibi, right?

Well, you were there.

I see, I'm wasting my time with you guys.

I've got some more questions. I'll be calling you.

I'm still not quite sure what the hell you're doing here, Hoyle.

Well, it's a little over your head, Lieutenant.

Why don't you just do your job and I'll do mine, okay?

HOYLE: Excuse me.

VASQUEZ: Lieutenant.

I remember when he was fixing parking tickets in the DA's office.

Let's get out of here.

- How's Chelsea? - Don't worry, Professor.

She sleeps upstairs.

(SIGHS)

PAUL: How did this happen?

OLIVIA: Chelsea's father's here.

PAUL: He did this to you?

OLIVIA: It's a way of life for him.

- I could tell you a lot more. - PAUL: You've told me enough.

OLIVIA: I couldn't keep him out.

He saw an opportunity and he pounced.

The unions, trucking.

He's infiltrated every aspect of my business,

and most everyone else in the garment district.

HOYLE: Tommy O'Shea.

I hope she realizes her whole life's gonna change.

PAUL: She hopes it's for the better.

DOCTOR: I'm not gonna pull any punches.

Even with reconstruction, her face will never be the same.

CHICK: You got a problem?

O'SHEA: Guns make you nervous?

PAUL: Guns have their uses.

Idiots with guns make me nervous.

(SINGSONG) For it was Reggie.

(GRUNTING)

Little Reggie's been telling tales and talking out of school.

Now who little Reggie been talking to?

I ain't said nothing to nobody but you, you piece of white trash.

Now, now, I had no idea you were so prejudiced.

I usually get a shine with that.

Do what you want with him.

Reggie, there you go saying stupid things again.

Hey, Sal.

You know, Reggie, you're looking a little rumpled.

- What do you say we straighten you out? - No. No.

CHICK: We want you to go like downtown...

- Not a good thing, Reggie. - No!

- Not a good thing. - SAL: It will improve your spirits, yes.

- No! No! - (SIZZLING)

No!

(SCREAMS)

Reggie, Reg, Reg, Reg!

Look, we know you've been talking to somebody.

- I ain't... - Why don't you just tell us?

Tell us who you've been talking to.

I ain't said nothing to nobody.

He didn't say nothing to nobody.

- Let's make a match here. - No! No!

- (SIZZLING) - (SCREAMING)

I bet that smarts, eh? Reg?

- Reg? - What?

Why did you do it? And don't lie to me!

- I said nothing to nobody! - You're lying!

- Let's straighten his hair. - No!

Come on. Come on.

- Straighten you out, huh? - No!

Yeah.

(SCREAMING)

Now, Reg.

Are you all straightened out? Say goodnight.

(GRUNTING)

Chicki, we'll meet you and Reg down in the car.

Get up.

Get up.

(GUN COCKS)

Good night, Reg.

- ALBERT: Okay, is that it? - Yeah.

Here it is. Looks like a pen, doesn't it?

Yeah. When we get this new recorded evidence,

man, 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?

Tell me how to use this.

Okay, we're gonna make a hole in your shirt there.

(EKG BEEPING)

(MOANING)

SAL: This gumba won't pay Tommy for protection.

CHICK: Let's have some fun.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

- SAL: There you go, there you go. - (GRUNTS)

All right, next time, when Tommy says to pay,

you pay or we play.

Uh, what about the laundry shipment coming this afternoon?

Laundry?

Oh, you mean the clothes for the homeless shelter.

- What? - You know, homeless people.

- People without homes. - You forgot, Albert?

You don't care about people less fortunate than yourself?

That's disgusting.

I'm gonna strike you from my Christmas list.

Mind if I borrow your pen?

Thanks, Albert.

Goodbye, Albert.

Shit! They made him.

(PANTING)

Police! Out of my way!

(SCREAMING)

Stop! Police!

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

MAN: What happened, man?

Is she police?

(SIREN WAILING)

(EKG FLATLINING)

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

WOMAN: Don't know. We were just waiting for a bus, all right?

MAN: Yeah, all right. Everything is...

Well, how is she?

She's gone.

What the hell were you doing there anyway?

You're not thinking of going back to your old ways, are you?

Is that such a bad idea?

Let the cops take these guys down.

You know, sometimes the law works.

And sometimes it doesn't.

You know, these people, they steal, they murder,

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

They have alibis, money, lawyers, power.

They have everything.

Tell me something.

How long you been trying to take these guys down?

Sixteen years.

But these guys are pros.

I mean, it's not like some gang of doped out muggers.

Sixteen years!

Well, it's a long time to be failing.

- I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta go. Bye. - Ciao.

Mom, relax, it's a sidewalk, yeah?

Mom! Through the back, Mom.

(INAUDIBLE)

OLIVIA: Paul, I don't want Chelsea to see me like this.

PAUL: Chelsea's still at my place.

The housekeeper's looking after her.

I thought it best until things settled out.

OLIVIA: Thank you.

Look at my face, Paul.

Look at my face.

I can't let Tom get away with this.

I won't let him get away with it.

Olivia, you don't know how hard it is for me to say this,

but let the law deal with Tommy.

Okay.

Whatever you say.

First I have to make a telephone call.

I think that Hoyle's phone has been bugged,

so go along with me on this, will you?

(PHONE RINGING)

WOMAN: District Attorney Hoyle's office.

PAUL: Attorney Hoyle, please.

- May I ask who's calling? - Paul Stewart.

- Hoyle. - Brian, it's Paul.

Paul, listen, how's Olivia? I hope she hasn't changed...

I'm calling to tell you that Olivia has decided not to testify.

- Paul? - Wait a minute. Let me talk to you.

- Can I talk to you about this for a minute? - She's made up her mind.

I'm afraid I support her decision.

I'm sorry, Brian.

All right. All right.

Shit.

(CLICK AND DIALING TONE)

Somebody else was listening.

CHICK: Hey! This time he's really pissed, Gail.

- Where is it? Where is it? - I don't have any money.

I don't have it.

- Where is it? - In the car.

All right, come on. Let's see what we got.

Let's see what we got. A little gift for him here?

Is that what we got? Well, look at this! Look at this! What's this?

I can't stay. I'm out of here.

Come on, you're losing weight. You gotta stay for dinner.

Give me a break.

- Hector. - What?

I'm not gonna take no for an answer.

- You're staying for dinner. - You are.

Hector, can I see your gun?

- No! - No!

What's the matter with you?

He's gonna stay for dinner, honey.

First of all, because it's free. Second of all, look at this face.

Look how lonely he is.

- And I'm hungry. - Good.

- Okay, I'll stay. - Fine.

Wait a minute.

You're not trying to set me up like you did last time, are you?

Would I do that?

- Yes, you would. - Yes, you would, actually.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Did you, uh...

No, really, I have no idea who it is.

I had nothing to do with this.

- I knew it. - Is this your friend Marilyn?

You'll like her. She's got a mustache just like you.

- Great. - No, look, Hector, really.

I do have a friend. She's a great girl.

She just came in from out of town. I would like you to meet her.

Paul. Come, come on in.

What are you doing here?

I came by to tell you that Olivia will testify.

She will? Why didn't you tell me that on the phone?

I think somebody's listening in to your conversations.

Jesus Christ!

Okay, I understand.

I'm not gonna make the same mistake twice.

I'll send over an Agent MacDonald to her place right away

for security, okay?

- Come on in. - No, no.

I've got to get back to Olivia.

She's doing the right thing, Paul.

Hector, she is gonna testify.

You call MacDonald. Tell him and his guys

to get over to her place right away.

I'll see you down at the office, all right?

Okay. Honey, I'm sorry. I gotta make some calls.

Tell me, Paul, what do you see?

I see the woman I'm going to marry.

Paul, promise me.

Promise me if anything should happen to me...

Nothing's gonna happen.

No, promise me still, you'll take care of Chelsea.

Of course, I promise.

I love you.

And I love you.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

(SIGHS)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Yes?

Dwight MacDonald, Justice Department.

Professor Stewart, we'd like to secure the building, sir.

Professor Stewart?

Olivia!

How rude.

- Olivia! - Paul?

Olivia!

Get away quickly. Use the fire escape.

Quick!

Gentlemen.

CHICK: There he is! FREDDIE: We're here!

(GASPING)

Onward.

(GROWLING)

Where is he? Where the hell is he?

- Come on. - He's not gonna get away.

FREDDIE: Bingo. SAL: There he is!

- I'll get him. - We'll check the other rooms.

That bitch is gonna die!

Chicki, get that one!

CHICK: Where is she? SAL: She ain't in here.

Not in there.

She's gotta be up there. Chicki, let's go.

Peek-a-boo!

FREDDIE: She's gotta be up there.

(CLICKS)

Son of a bitch!

(GRUNTS)

FREDDIE: Come on, Chicki, let's go.

(GUN FIRING)

- Chicki! - (YELLING)

Chicki!

Go help your brother. I'll take care of her.

(GROANS)

Olivia!

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

(GUN SHOTS)

Ha!

Better!

(SIRENS APPROACHING)

Let's get out of here.

Get out there!

Check that side. Check the other. Check the other, go!

Go!

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

WOMAN: Reputed mobster Tommy O'Shea was released after questioning

in the murder of fashion queen Olivia Regent.

Mr. O'Shea, Mr. O'Shea, what are your plans?

I don't know. I might go fishing.

I need a vacation.

- Seriously. - Seriously.

My life's a goddamn soap opera, seriously. Tune in tomorrow.

WOMAN: Lieutenant King,

why did the Organized Crime Bureau call in Mr. O'Shea?

KING: There is nothing unusual about this.

We always talk to the ex-spouses of murder victims.

- WOMAN: Yes, but don't you find it... - KING: Thank you.

That's all we have to say. Thank...

Look, wait for me in the car a minute.

I'd better do this by myself.

(SIGHS) Hi, Paul.

Say what you came to say.

Chelsea, I'm so sorry about your mom.

Paul, can...

Can we talk?

You know, every time I talk to you, somebody gets hurt.

Now, Paul, listen to me.

If you come before the grand jury and identify those guys who...

Look, one of those guys will give Tommy up in a deal,

and I'll airtight the case with other people.

It won't just be you.

Brian, get your men together and leave.

Take the team back to headquarters.

I miss Mom. I wish she were here.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh!

Got you.

Well, you do good work, Counselor.

Well, boys,

tomorrow's the big day.

Big day. What big day?

Baby's coming home to Dada.

- CHICK: Your daughter coming home for a visit? - What's that?

Your daughter, she's coming for a visit?

No, no, she's coming here to live, permanently.

Gee, baby, I never knew you felt that way about her.

What's mine is mine.

What did you say?

I don't know. I couldn't hear.

I'm starting to mumble like you so I couldn't hear.

SAL: What?

Chelsea, don't forget your gloves and your hat.

I don't wanna go, Paul. I wanna stay with you.

What's happening here?

What's going on?

MAN: Into the car, Miss. CHELSEA: Leave me alone.

What is this?

I'm sorry, Professor Stewart. It's not even a close call.

- He has the legal rights. - CHELSEA: Paul! Paul!

I apologize, sir.

Read it and weep.

- She's coming with me. - Like hell she is.

(GRUNTING)

Son of a bitch is quick.

Professor Stewart!

Professor Stewart!

Are you all right? What's happened?

- What's happened, Professor? - (GROANS)

What's happened? What is it?

OLIVIA: Look at my face, Paul.

I can't let Tommy get away with this.

I won't let him get away with it.

HOYLE: Now, Paul, listen.

If you'll just come before a grand jury, identify those men...

PAUL: Brian, gather your men together and leave.

KING: You're not thinking of going back to your old ways, were you?

PAUL: Is that such a bad idea?

KING: Let the law take these people down.

You know, sometimes the law works.

PAUL: And sometimes it doesn't.

These people steal, they murder,

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

HOYLE: Unless we have something else to go on, our hands are tied.

PAUL: I'm wasting my time with you guys.

(ITALIAN OPERA PLAYING)

- Hey, that looks perfect. - Grazie.

- Hey, sis. How are you doing? - Okay.

CHICK: Hey, Sal. SAL: Yeah?

I gotta take a wizz.

SAL: He's gotta take a wizz.

- Where's Mama? - WOMAN: She's in the back.

Chicki, your canoli is on the table up front.

I'll see Mama later. Tell Chicki I'll see him at Tommy's, okay?

- You drive careful, Salvatore. - Okay.

SAL: Congratulations. I see you finally got a customer.

- Could I have a refill on the coffee, please? - Sure.

Hey, buddy, finish with the papers?

Help yourself.

- Here you go. - Thanks.

Mmm. Anna, I love your canolis.

Chicki, you listen to me.

You eat too many of those things, you're gonna turn into a blimp.

I'll be a happy blimp.

(LAUGHS)

(GROANS)

Chicki? Chicki, are you okay?

Chicki? Chicki, are you okay?

Chicki?

- Chicki, what's wrong? - (CHOKING)

Chicki!

Chicki!

Help him! Mister! Help him!

Come on!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

He's choking!

Help! Help, my brother! Help! Help!

Have you got a problem?

- Chicki! He's dead! Chicki! - All right, all right.

(CHURCH BELL RINGS)

PRIEST: Father, God of all consolation.

In your unending love and mercy for us,

you turn the darkness of death into the dawn of new life.

Show compassion to your people in their sorrow.

Be our refuge and our strength,

to lift us from the darkness of this grief...

- It's all right, Mom. - ...into the peace and light...

- It's okay. - ...of your presence.

Your son, our Lord Jesus Christ,

by dying for us, conquered death by rising...

Karen, I'm gonna stand by you.

No, no.

He treated me like shit. I can't believe I miss him.

She's not holding up too well.

I sure wouldn't want that to be me.

PRIEST: ...our brothers and sisters, where every tear will be wiped away.

We ask this through Christ, our Lord. Amen.

(SOBBING)

(SOFTLY) Cyanide.

- Who? - I haven't a clue.

Everybody's going to ball games together. It doesn't make any sense.

Chicki, he had no concept of security.

He was like naked.

- You should learn from this. - Sure.

Become a paranoid schizophrenic like you.

You got it wrong, Tommy.

Protection, man. It's like being back in your mother's womb.

It's so safe.

Hey.

Dandruff.

(DISCO MUSIC PLAYING)

Oh, my God. Look at that.

SAL: Oh, my Lord.

I tell you, Tommy really knows how to buy.

This is what I call quality merchandise.

This stuff is gonna sell.

Way better than what that broad had, I'll tell you that.

MAN: You're right, Sal. Tommy's a genius.

Mmm. Yeah.

O'SHEA: Maxine.

- Max! - Hmm.

Slither over my way.

What, baby?

It's show time.

MAXINE: Something wrong? O'SHEA: Just keep at it.

MAXINE: Well, nothing's happening again.

O'SHEA: Any shit out of you, I'll squeeze your head. Take a hike.

SAL: Turn around.

Are you ticklish?

When you wanna talk to your mother, do you do this, Sal?

Oh, what do we have here?

- Put it down there. - Yes, sir.

Happy?

- Mr. Vasquez. - Mr. O'Shea.

I never really got a chance to thank you personally

for that tip on Olivia.

That's okay.

The money was your thanks.

Who killed Chick?

Well, you've got a problem.

Ever hear the name Paul Kersey?

Vigilante killer, a few years back.

Oh, yeah.

Well, that was your ex-wife's boyfriend.

Professor?

- You people have him? - VASQUEZ: Not anymore.

- He did Chicki? - VASQUEZ: Kersey's no amateur.

And you pissed him off.

(CHUCKLES)

How do we find him?

I can remedy that situation.

But it's gonna cost you.

No kidding.

- How about it? - Deal.

You know,

Kersey's gonna be going down the list.

Get it? (IMITATES GUNSHOT)

Hey, Hector.

Yeah.

Is it something you're wearing?

I don't know, Tommy.

Check Sal.

Scumbag.

Jesus Christ!

- What? - We gotta call Freddie.

- Tell him. - Don't worry about Freddie.

You know, Freddie, he's in the womb.

- What? - Womb.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Hmm.

Birthday present?

A treat for someone special.

How lovely. Won't they be surprised.

Oh, God, you really look great in that outfit.

- Do you think it would fit me? - It depends. Are you into pain?

The only place I feel safe anymore.

I feel like some wine, how about you?

You go ahead, I gotta keep my head clear.

Of course this stress is making me itch.

Are you sure you don't want some wine?

Yeah, I need milk to calm me down.

No, milk is bad for your dandruff.

- Really? - Yeah.

I gotta get a new dermatologist. That guy's a joke.

(BEEPS)

- I'll give you some buttons to push. - Yeah.

I just gotta calm down, you know?

Oh, lighten up.

You sound like Tommy.

Tommy's being stupid. He's being careless.

He thinks he's got a couple of guns, a couple of goons, he's gonna be safe.

I'm starting to worry about him. He used to be smarter than that.

You know, what happens if Tommy goes down?

Right, do you think he's gonna be loyal to me?

This stuff is supposed to kill every flake on my head.

(LAUGHS)

Yeah? It smells like that stuff that they use on cockroaches.

Who are you calling a cockroach?

(BEEPING)

- (ALARM BLARING) - (GASPS)

Stay put. I'll be right back.

(ALARM BLARING)

(REMOTE CONTROL WHIRS)

Oh, God.

Kids.

(BEEPING)

Hey, Freddie.

I'm gonna take care of your dandruff problem for you.

(GASPS) No!

Freddie?

(SCREAMING)

Ah! No, Freddie!

(SOBS)

- Brian. - Yeah?

I've got some news for you.

I don't want any more news today, thank you.

Sorry.

But I just got off the phone with the mayor's assistant.

The mayor's on a real rampage about this vigilante thing.

Yeah, well, I'm not surprised.

And he's gonna be calling in a few minutes.

- Who, the assistant? - No, the mayor.

(SIGHS)

First Paconi and then Flakes. He's going down the list.

You make sure O'Shea is covered, all right?

- You got it. - (PHONE RINGING)

You wanna get that?

That's why they pay you the big bucks.

(CLEARS THROAT)

- Hoyle. - It's Paul, Brian.

Jesus Christ, where are you?

We've been looking all over for you.

Paul, you can't take the law into your own hands.

You're in a lot of trouble. You gotta let me help you.

The way you can help me is to meet me at Olivia's house around about 10:00.

And come alone, will you?

Paul?

(WOMAN LAUGHS)

(CONTINUES LAUGHING)

WOMAN: Honey, I gotta get off the phone.

(DIALING TONE)

I didn't think it would be this easy, Kersey.

(GROANS)

Neither did I.

You're right.

You can't trust the justice system.

He would have killed you, Brian.

Yeah.

(SIGHS)

No judge, no jury,

no appeal and no deals.

How do you feel about it?

I'm scared.

What are you gonna do?

Paul,

I'm not even here.

(CHURCH BELL TOLLING)

PRIEST: Let us pray.

Lord, hear our prayers and be merciful to your son

whom you have called from this life.

Welcome him into the company of your saints...

- Terrible. - ...into the kingdom of light

and peace. We ask this...

- SAL: But life goes on. Hmm? - ...through Christ, our Lord. Amen.

Father, God of all consolation,

in your unending love and mercy for us...

Children, please. My children. This is the house of the Lord.

Put away those weapons.

My children, please.

Let us continue.

Show compassion to your people in their sorrow.

- Be our refuge and our strength. - SAL: What is it?

PRIEST: To lift us from the darkness of this grief...

- O'SHEA: It's the asshole. - ...to the peace and light

of your son, our Lord Jesus Christ.

Where are you going, my children?

- Tommy. - What?

Over there.

Well, open the goddamn thing, dummy.

What do you know?

It's the first time I've ever looked at that son of a bitch,

he didn't irritate me.

Ship him to Jersey.

O'SHEA: Max,

couple of cappuccinos.

And something to eat.

And then upstairs and check on Chelsea.

This is no good, Tommy.

This is a vendetta that we brought on ourselves, eh?

And now Vasquez is gone, that's terrific. That's terrific.

This is bad for business.

Forget about Vasquez. He got what he deserved.

You can always buy somebody else.

Just concentrate on Kersey.

Concentrate on Kersey.

Concentrate on Kersey.

We got every soldier that we can spare out looking for that maniac.

Oh, Jesus Christ, Tommy!

I want out. Ever since I was a kid I followed you.

As soon as we dust this Kersey asshole, I want out. That's it.

What is it, Sallie? What is it?

What do you mean, what is it? Look at me.

My blood pressure's going through the goddamn roof, for Christ's sake.

I don't know. Ever since Chicki's gone, it don't make sense anymore.

Your blood pressure. Part of it's your diet.

Every time you sit down to eat,

you eat like you're going to the electric chair.

I don't need you to tell me how to eat.

I know how to eat, thank you.

Just concentrate on Kersey.

You know, I think we ought to give the lamb to the wolf.

We'll catch Kersey using Chelsea as bait.

What are you talking about? Lamb, wolf.

What are you talking about?

Kersey.

He knows every move we're making.

And somebody's helping him out.

You're the lamb, Sallie.

What, are you selling me out? No.

No, no, no. You listen to me.

You do the same thing you do every Sunday morning.

You go to church like you go to church.

You drop the cash at Olivia's.

Do everything you do, just like you do on Sunday.

Sure, and get barbequed like Freddie Flakes.

He won't get near you.

He won't get near you, I promise.

You promise? You promise?

So, what, I just pick Chelsea up here

and Kersey's gonna do nothing, huh?

No, you lead him to the factory and right into the trap.

MAXINE: Don't they look nice?

Well, there she is.

Poor sweet dim-witted Max.

- Our resident retard. - MAXINE: What?

Chicki choked to death on a canoli.

Do you not remember?

If you had a brain,

- you would take if off the plate! - Honey! Ow!

Don't.

O'SHEA: Moron!

(CHURCH BELL TOLLS)

SAL: Hello, Tommy. O'SHEA: Yeah?

I got Kersey on my tail now. I'm gonna pick up Chelsea.

(TIRES SQUEALING)

(HORNS BLARING)

Hi, sweetheart.

- Hello, Tommy. - Yeah?

I got Chelsea. Get everybody ready. We're on our way.

Angel, check out the toys.

MAN: Let's rock and roll.

All right.

Rock and roll your butts downstairs

and give Mr. Kersey the warmest of welcomes.

(MEN LAUGH)

Let's do it. Come on.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DRUNK RAMBLING)

Stay there.

Now, come on.

Let's go.

Hey! Hey!

Get in there.

(GUN COCKS)

(O'SHEA ON RADIO) You guys in position?

Kersey should be showing up anytime.

Kersey won't know what hit him.

Well, make him suffer.

He's right behind me.

Fucking asshole, he's walking right into it.

Wonderful.

Chelsea.

Chelsea, come here.

You'd better come over here,

you stubborn little shit.

- No. - SAL: Hey.

Do what your father tells you, you spoiled little brat.

He's inside.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(TIRES SQUEALING)

He's history.

Shit.

(SCREAMING)

Where is the girl?

Don't know.

Frankie?

Frankie?

Mickey?

Mickey?

Angel?

How many more of you are there?

- Angel? - Don't know.

Angel?

Frankie!

Get up there.

Get up there.

I'll take the walkie-talkie.

- What are you gonna do? - I'm gonna help you remember.

Hold that. Hold it!

Come on, Kersey.

What's this all about?

I don't know nothing.

Come on, Kersey.

Memory any better?

(MUFFLED YELLS)

(GASPS FOR BREATH)

(PANTING)

Where's the girl?

She's upstairs, in the big room.

- Anybody with her? - Sal and Tommy.

Shh.

(WALKIE-TALKIE CRACKLES)

Well, Frankie, where have you been?

What have you been doing?

Did you get Kersey?

Answer me!

I'm coming for you, O'Shea.

Paul! Paul!

Well don't just stand there, for Christ's sake.

Moron.

(GUN COCKS)

Sal.

- Sal! - What?

What, Tommy? The kid's getting away!

Stupid. You go that way. I'll meet you at the showroom.

(SOFTLY) Paul?

Paul, are you here?

Paul?

(GASPS)

Don't even think it.

Paul, help me!

Stop! Dammit!

(GROANS)

Paul!

Paul, where are you?

(MACHINE WHIRRING)

MICKEY: Sal!

Sal!

Jesus!

Sal.

(MACHINERY STOPS)

(CREAKING)

Kersey!

(GUN CLICKS)

Shit.

Kersey, I'm unarmed.

I have no gun, okay?

You wouldn't shoot an unarmed man, would you?

Would you?

Kersey?

(GROANS)

(SCREAMS)

(SQUISHING)

Paul, please, help me!

Paul!

Paul!

Paul, help me!

Paul!

Paul, where are you?

(SCREAMS)

How does that feel, you son of a bitch?

(SIREN WAILING)

- Are you all right? - Yeah.

- Where's Paul? - He's upstairs with Tommy.

Guns make you nervous?

You want me to beg, you son of a bitch?

Please.

Please.

No!

- Freeze, scumbag! - O'SHEA: Frozen.

Wait.

Listen.

Whatever you want, whatever you need...

I don't need anything, but you,

you need a bath.

No!

(SCREAMING)

- Are you okay? - Yeah, I think so.

What are you gonna do about me?

Don't worry. I'll take care of it.

The girl's outside. She's safe.

Thanks, Lieutenant.

Hey, Lieutenant, if you need any help, give me a call.