All language subtitles for Death.Wish.4.The.Crackdown.1987.1080p.MAX.WEB-DL.DDP.2.0.H.265

(ENGINE SPUTTERING)

(GASPING)

(ENGINE SPUTTERING)

(SIGHS IN RELIEF)

(GASPING)

WOMAN:
Help! Help! Help!

Help! Help! Help! Help!

(SCREAMING)

Oh, God, no!

(BANGING)

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

Help!

(SOBBING)

Stop! Stop!

Stop! Stop!

WOMAN: No! No!

No. Please stop!

(GASPING)

(SOBBING) Stop!

No! Stop it! Please!

(SCREAMING)

MAN: Put her down!
Put her down!

Let me go! No!

No!

No!

Kill her.

(ALL LAUGHING)

(GROANING)

(SOBBING)

Who the fuck are you?

Death.

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

(PULLEY CREAKING)

Please. Please.

Please, don't.
Don't do it, please.

(PANTING)

Please don't. Please.

(GROANING)

(GASPS)

MAN ON TV:
Traffic on the 101
extremely light

heading
into downtown Los Angeles.

You can expect
clear skies today

with temperatures in
the high 80s, city center,

about 10 degrees warmer
in the San Fernando Valley.

You're listening to K.V.L.A.,
Los Angeles...

Workin' hard, huh?

Hi, Erica.

Is this your design
for the new art center?

Yep.

It must be a real charge
to look at a building
and know you designed it.

It is.

I did some new drawings.

Let me see 'em.

You feelin' okay?

Yeah, sure.
What do you think?

Looks pretty good.

Yeah?

Yeah. Not great,
but pretty damn good.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hold on a minute.

Hello?

KAREN ON PHONE:
How's it goin'?

Oh, everything's fine.
Erica's here.

Oh, thanks for takin'
the time to work with her.

KERSEY:
Oh, she's a pleasure.

A very talented girl, too.
Which reminds me,

the article you wrote
on battered wives.
Good story.

Yeah?
Did you really like it?
Did it make you angry?

Absolutely.

Are you still coming over
for dinner?

Sure.

I'll be leaving here
about 6:00.

Bye.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYS
ON CAR RADIO)

KAREN:
Be home by 10:30.

10:30?

11:00.

Mom!

(HORN HONKING)

That's Randy. Got to go.

Yeah, when I say 11:00,
I mean 11:00.

All right.

You know, if I were you guys,
and with me out of the house,

I'd forget the movie
and stay home.

Oh, yeah?

Get out of here.

Bye.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(ROCK MUSIC BLARING)

How you doin'?

Great.

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(ARCADE GAMES BEEPING)

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey, my man,
what do you think I am,
the starvation army?

You don't pay,
you don't play.

Come on, man.
Come on, Jojo.
Come on, I need...

You heard what the man said.
You don't have any cash.
Go take a walk.

Hey, hey, guys.

How you doin', man?

What's goin' on?

Oh, man,
look at her.

Ah, cheeky. Come on,
let's have a little chat.

Be right with you.

Sure.

Meanwhile, we've got
some business to discuss.

We do?

Okay.

Thank you very much.
How you doin'?
Let me go get Erica.

What you guys got planned
for this evening?

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Erica.

I've got some special gifts
for you.

Hey, just like I promised.

You're gonna love them.

Thanks.

Hey, remember,

there's just enough for you,
so don't be tellin'
your boyfriend.

Yeah, sure.

KERSEY:
Movie starts at 8:30.

Two-hour movie.

That means
we can get back here
before Erica gets home.

Good.

What do you think
about that boy Randy?

Well, he, uh...

He does well in school.
He's a nice kid. Why?

Oh, I'm just worried
about Erica.

I feel toward her
like she were
my own daughter.

That's nice.

She feels the same way
about you.

She loves you.

So do I.

And I love you both.

We'd better go,
or we'll miss the beginning
of the movie.

No.

No, you are not getting
out of this conversation
that easily.

(SIGHING)

We've been going out
for two years now.

And...

You want a commitment.

Yeah. I would like that.

(PHONE RINGING)

(SIGHING)

Hello?

Yes.

Oh, my God.

(WOMAN SPEAKING OVER PA)

Randy, what's going on?

I don't know.

Mrs. Sheldon?
I'm Dr. Rosenblatt.

What happened
to my daughter?

She's had
a cocaine overdose.

That's ridiculous.
Erica doesn't use drugs.

I'm afraid
she did tonight.

WOMAN OVER PA:
Code blue in room 6.
Code blue in room 6.

Doctor, she's arrested
with no pulse.

She get her Narcan
and glucose?

Yes, sir.

4 amps?

No response.

You can't come in here.
You have to wait outside.

ROSENBLATT: Come on,
we've got to shock her.

MALE NURSE: Okay.

Everybody off? Off?
Clear!

Continue CPR.

1, 2, 3...

Give me 300 watts.
Let's shock her again.

AMY: 1, 2, 3, 4.

ROSENBLATT: Everybody off.
Everybody off.

Clear!

Continue.
She's still fibrillating.

Let's give her Lidocaine,
75 milligrams, IV push,

and we'll shock
her one more time.
Come on.

She's fixed and dilated.

Don't stop!
Keep it up. Please.

Let me see that.

(CARDIAC MONITOR BEEPING)

ROSENBLATT: We lost her.

Mrs. Sheldon?

I'm really sorry.

(SOBBING)

(ENGINE STARTING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(ENGINE STARTING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

(ARCADE GAMES BEEPING)

You! You bastard!

Get your hands off me!
Get out of here.

(YELLING)

Man, it ain't my fault
about your girlfriend!

The stuff was probably
just too strong for her!

Bullshit!

Bullshit!
You killed her!

I didn't kill anybody, dude.
Nobody forced her to smoke it!

That was her choice,
smart boy.

Yeah, we'll see
what the cops have got
to say about that, huh?

What is this supposed to mean?
What is this supposed to mean?

You figure it out, smart boy!
Figure it out!

You were the one
that gave her
the special package!

I'm goin' to the police,
and I am goin' to tell them

every goddamn thing
I know!

Read my lips!
Cops! Policemen!

And you're gonna die
like she died.

Kiss your white ass
goodbye, my man!

(PEOPLE YELLING)

Hey!

(SCREAMING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

MAN OVER PA:
Stay in your cars!
Stay in your cars!

Somebody cut the power!
Cut the goddamn power!

Jesus! Cut the power!

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

REINER: What do you figure
went down?

Jojo was a dealer.
He gets into a hassle

with this kid,
Randy Viscovich.

Stabs him, and gets shot
by another dealer.

Why?

Who knows?

These clowns
don't need a reason
to kill each other.

Sergeant Reiner?

Sergeant Reiner?

Yeah?

This kid saw the guy
who did the shooting.

Not his face,
but the car
he drove away in.

Yeah?

Yeah.

It was a Toronado.
Blue Toronado.

Get the license?

I got the last three numbers.
It was 2-2-6.

You sure that's all
you remember?

Man, I ain't
a fucking detective, man.

You are.

Come on.

Nice kid.

(LAUGHING)

So, Phil,
go play detective.

Right.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello?

MAN: Mr. Kersey.

Yes?

Did you get my note?

Who is this?

I think we should meet,
to discuss something
of mutual interest.

I'm not going anywhere
until I know who this is,

and what the hell it is
you want.

If you refuse,
I'm going to tell the police

everything I know.
And I know quite a lot.

Do I have
your attention now?

Good.

If you'll take a look
out your window,

you'll see a limousine
parked out front.

I'm looking forward
to our meeting.

Mr. Kersey.

Good evening, Mr. Kersey.

Or should I say

Mr. Vigilante?

Listen.

If this is about blackmail,
you're wasting your time.

This place must
be worth more than

what I could make
the rest of my life.

Do you have any idea
who I am?

Should I?

Does the name Nathan White
mean anything to you?

You own a newspaper.

It's not your money
I'm after, Kersey.

It's your professional skill.

I want you to kill someone
for me.

My wife died in a car crash
10 years ago.

My daughter Lisa
became my whole life.

Last year,
she started college.

Things were going
wonderfully well.

Then suddenly,
everything changed.

Her grades went downhill,
she dropped out of school.

You see,
she started using cocaine.

Three months ago,

she died of...

I know about
your friend's daughter,
Mr. Kersey.

I also know
that you shot the pusher
who sold her the drugs.

But I ask you, sir,

what about the people
behind him?

How many children
do we let them destroy

before we say, "Enough,"
Mr. Kersey?

How many?

I've spent a small fortune

buying information
on the major drug dealers
in Los Angeles.

I'll give you money,
weapons, names,
anything you want.

(DRAWER CLOSES)

They're all murderers,
Kersey.

From the smallest
street-corner pusher
to the fat cats at the top.

Anybody connected with drugs
deserves to die.

They have to be stopped,
Kersey.

I need a few days
to think about this.

(CHURCH BELL TOLLING)

When Michael died,
Erica was only five.

I made a promise to her

that no matter what happened,
she would always come first.

I let her down.

I was too involved
with my work to see
what was going on.

You've got to stop this,
and now.

I know how you feel,
because I've been there.

You think
you should have done
something different,

but that's not so.
It's not true.

It's not your fault
that Erica died.

It's those damn drugs.

I'm so angry.

(SOBBING)

I feel so helpless.
I wanna do something.

I don't know
what to do.

You're a writer.

Write about it.

Let people know about drugs,
just keep pounding on it.

PAT: What was the story
you wanted to do?

Drugs.

Oh, Karen,
you know every single...

I know. I know
I'm personally involved.

But that's why
I have to do it.

I wanna find out
why she died.

I wanna find out
who's responsible.

Trouble is
that nobody cares.

Everybody uses
drugs nowadays.

It's not just
the street junkies anymore,
it's everybody.

Rich people,
middle-class people,

doctors,
lawyers, secretaries.

It's the new American
way of life, Karen.

They don't wanna
read about it.

They already know about it,
and they don't care.

If they don't care,
we have to make them care.

Aw, come on, Karen.

Pat, this is important to me.

All right.

But every step of the way,
you've got to let me know
what you're doing.

I don't want the cops
finding your body lying
in an alley somewhere.

Okay? Okay.

Okay.

You're sure
you wanna do this?

Yes.

Okay.

I just hope you've got
a strong stomach.

What paper did you say
you were with?

Tribune.

Now, you just wanna
see the ones that
are drug-related, right?

Right.

Ah, 18-year-old male.

He died
when his freebasing pipe
exploded in his face.

Did you wanna
see the body?

19-year-old male.

Robbed a liquor store
to get money to buy drugs.

17-year-old female.

Uh, died of a stroke
from repeated cocaine use.

13-year-old little girl.

She was selling herself
on the street
to support her habit,

and one of her customers
slashed her throat.

Thirteen years old?

Oh, God.

They're all children.

(ARCADE GAMES BEEPING)

Yeah. That looks good.
Looks good. Looks good.

Here you go right here,
my man.

Look, you guys
have a good time tonight.
Enjoy yourselves, huh?

You know where
to come back to
if you want some more.

Hello. Hello.

Yeah.

Hello. Hello.

Looks like you're gonna
have a party tonight.

Well, you came
to the right place
for your hors d'oeuvres

because I got
the primest prime
that money can buy.

I don't want that.
I want information.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(HORN BLARING)

Brake's on the left!

What kind of information?

Who does what?

Who sells what?
Who works for who?

What do you want it for?

Does it matter?

Well, you're no cop,

so you must be a reporter.
Is that it?

Look,
if you're not interested,

I'll just go
someplace else, okay?

Hey, look, I didn't say
I wasn't interested.

The kind of information
you're talkin' about
is gonna cost more.

A lot more.

How much more?

This will be the last time
we meet in my home.

From now on,
we've got to be
extremely cautious.

There are two major
drug organizations
in Los Angeles.

One is headed
by a man named
Ed Zacharias.

The other by two brothers,
Jack and Tony Romero.

Between them,
they control 90%
of the narcotics traffic

in Southern California.
Can you believe that?

According to my sources,
the pusher you shot
worked for Ed Zacharias.

This is everything
you'll need

on the Zacharias-Romero
organizations.

Photos, biographies,
everything.

About a year ago,

Jack and Tony decided
to invade
Zacharias' territory.

It was the beginning
of a gang war.

Zacharias stepped in,
quickly negotiated a truce.

But you can take it
from me, the fuse was lit.

It's getting shorter.

I'll handle this my own way,
no interference from you.

All right.

I'm gonna need a few things.

You said you could supply me
with weapons?

This is the man to talk to.
He'll give you
everything you want.

WOMAN: Detective Brewer,
call on line 2.

You're not going
to believe this.

Hmm.

I just talked
to forensics.

They did a check
on the 9-millimeter slug
that killed Jojo Ross.

You know,
I could never do
these damn puzzles.

It matches the slug found
in the body of the mugger

shot downtown
two years ago.

So?

He was killed
by the vigilante.

Come on, Phil,
the vigilante retired
years ago.

Looks like he's back.

You're telling me
it was him
in the Toronado?

Just came
over the computer.

There are 28 blue Toronados
in the state with the last
three numbers 2-2-6.

Nine of them are in L.A.

Jesus. Vigilante.

Well, let's check him out.

Send a copy to Michael Eddy,
and a copy to David Boston.

Uh, Mr. Kersey?

Yeah?

I'm Sergeant Reiner.
This is my partner,
Sergeant Nozaki.

How can I help you?

Uh, we're talking to
a number of people
in this area

as part of
a routine investigation.

I was wondering if you
could tell us where you were
last Tuesday evening

between the hours
of 7:00 and 9:00?

Tuesday, I leave here
about 6:00,

and with the traffic
and everything,
I get home about 6:45.

So, you were at home
that night?

As far as I remember, yes.

REINER: Could someone
confirm that?

I was alone.

I see.

Do you own a gun,
Mr. Kersey?

No.

Are you married?

No.

Divorced?

My wife
and daughter are dead.

I'm very sorry.

Car accident?

No.

Well, that's about it.

Sorry to have
bothered you.

So, what do you think?

I think we better
find out a little bit more
about Mr. Paul Kersey.

WHITE: Ed Zacharias grew up
in New York's

South Bronx slum tenements.

Took to the streets
running errands for the mob
when he was 12.

Graduated to numbers,
and was recruited
by the mafia.

Committed his first murder
when he was 19.

Charming, delightful fellow.

Loves his work,
and indulges his fantasies.

(SALSA MUSIC PLAYING SOFTLY)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Happy birthday.

Come on, Ed,
blow the candles out,
will you?

Watch this. Watch this.

Let's go, boss.
Suck it up.

Oh.

MAN: Let's see
what you got left in there.
Let's go, boss.

Come on! Go, go, go!

(ALL CHEERING)

(LAUGHING)

(ALL CHEERING)

WAITRESS:
Champagne.

We're goin' to need
some more ice.

I'll get it.
They want champagne.

Okay.

How was the candle?

Better than the cake.

Oh, shit.

Who invited them?

I did.

It's my party, remember?

Jack, glad you could
make it.

Still playing
babysitter, huh?

Hey, happy birthday.

(RATTLING)

Should I call
the bomb squad?

That's funny, Eddy.

It's Alex.

Ferrino, hold that.

Right.

Hello. Hello?

Yeah.

What?

Where's Vincent?

Went back
to the tennis court.

Find him, bring him
to the game room.

Sure.

Hey, Jack, Tony.
I wanna talk to you. Alone.

What's this all about?

Somebody killed
one of my pushers
a couple of nights ago.

A guy named Jojo Ross.

I... I was
wondering if, uh,

maybe...

Maybe you knew something
about it.

We didn't touch
your errand boy.

Why don't you shut up?

Hey, just knock it off!

I'm telling you, Ed,

we don't know
a damn thing about this.

You know, Jack,

I'd hate
for trouble to start
between us again.

A lot of people
could get hurt.

You understand
what I'm saying?

Yeah, we're not looking
for trouble.

We wanna keep the peace.

Good.

Very good.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Vincent!

(LAUGHING)

ZACHARIAS:
How're you doin', lad?

Okay.

You know these fellows.

Jack,
his little brother, Tony.

VINCENT: Hi, Tony.

How're you doin'?

Okay. Okay.

How about a drink?

Yeah, I'll have
a screwdriver.

Nick?

Sure.

How was Colombia?

Ah, terrific.
The women had great tans.

Tits out to here,
floppin' all over the...

Hey, you ought to
go down there.

ZACHARIAS: Oh, I know.

Uh...

Vincent,
I talked to Alex.

He said you were right.

The shipment was light.

I know. I told you.

I knew Rodriguez
was skimmin' us, man.

You can't trust any
of them Colombians.

Yeah, I know
what you mean.

Hey, you want me
to take care of it?

Oh, no, no, no.
Don't worry about it.

I'll take care of
that fuck personally.

All right.

(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

Rodriguez was
not skimming.

(GASPING)

You were.

Like I said,
I don't like trouble.

What are you doin'
in here?

I was just
usin' the toilet.

Step out here.

What's your name?

The name is Leo.

Well, Leo, you look
like a pretty smart guy.

If you keep your mouth
shut about this,

you could make yourself
some money.

Yeah, right.
I don't know nothin'.

Good.

Since you're here,
why don't you help them
carry out the body?

(GROANING)

WHITE:
Ed Zacharias' organization

functions on
the concept of fear.

His main enforcers,
Danny Moreno,
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
for lunch?

We're always open
for you, Mr. Moreno.
Nice seein' you, Mr. Stein.

Mr. Sanella.

How are ya?

The wife and kids,
how're they doin'?

Oh, they're fine. Thanks.

Come this way.
I'll show you your table.

Thanks.

Hey, kid,
watch the water.

You're gettin' it
all over me.

I'm sorry,
Mr. Sanella.

Kid, kid,
get back in the kitchen.

Hi.

Afternoon, sir.
What can I do for you?

The name is Jack Kimble.

I represent Sawtelle Winery.

It's a new winery,
located up there
in Napa Valley.

I have a sample
of the first pressing here.

Thought maybe
you'd like a taste.

Have a glass handy?

Sure.

You ever been up
in Napa Valley?

No, never been.

Spend most of my time
out and around the beach.

Beautiful country.

Ought to take a trip
up there sometime.

I will.

Tell me what you think.

Not bad.

Let's see what
your customers say.

Uh, no, I don't think
that's a good idea.

They'll love it.

Gentlemen.

It's your lucky day today.

Bottle of wine
on the house.

Hey, not bad.

Hey, don't I know you
from someplace?

I don't think so.

Yeah.

I know your face.

Did you ever live
in San Francisco?

Uh, I'm from Idaho.

Hey, I got a brother
in Idaho.

What city?

Boise.

Boise.

I know you.
I never forget a face.

What the hell?

What the fuck is going on?

I put the word out
on the street.

ZACHARIAS: And?

FRANCO: Nothin'.

Bullshit.

ZACHARIAS:
Somebody's trying
to push us out.

FRANCO:
Maybe it's the Romeros.

Oh, no, no, no.

They wouldn't dare.

Who else could it be?

I don't know.

That's what I pay you for.

To find out
what's happening.

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

(CAR ENGINE STARTING)

WHITE:
The head of the Romeros'
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 L.A.,
he operates out of
a video rental store

on the West Side.

MAX: Look, I don't care
if his dog brings him in,

as long as he gets here.

Now, you tell Ferrari
I want the goddamn shipment
here by Friday,

or I'm gonna personally
cut up his balls
and make him eat 'em.

You got that?

Good.

What do you want?

You.

Hey, I... I didn't do
nothing.

No, you just sell drugs
to children.

Come on,
it's a business, man.

I'm only a supplier,
you know what I'm sayin'.

I don't make the kids
use drugs.

It's their choice.

If you don't do it,
someone else will?

That's right.

Now, that's exactly right.

How many?

How many what?

How many children
have you killed
with this shit?

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMING)

Six people dead
in 48 hours.

We got a gang war
on our hands here.

Well, maybe we could
just stand back

and let the hairballs
blow each other away.

Bodies all over the place
don't make good press,

and there's
an election coming up.

Oh! Well, we could run
one of these suckers
for office.

Look, the Romeros lost
three men this afternoon.

Now, maybe
they'll strike back.

Who's their best shooter?

Frank Bauggs.

Okay. Stake him out.

See what happens.
Maybe we'll get lucky.

Look, lieutenant,

Phil and I have been
after the vigilante,
and we're getting close.

Forget the vigilante.
This case has priority.

Who does that punk Zacharias
think he's playing with?

Doesn't make sense.

Why would Zacharias
hit us?

Because he's trying
to start a war.

Somebody's knocking off
his men, too.

Man, I don't believe
that for one minute.

You know what I think?

I think Zacharias
did it himself,

and he's trying
to pin it on us.

He's playin' us
for suckers, Jack.

He wants our territory.

I don't believe that!

Because if there's war,
he loses as much as we do.

Oh, come on, Jack, wake up!

Zacharias is
trying to jack us up.

It's either him or us,
and I say we blast him.

WHITE:
The number-one hit man
for the Romero Brothers

is Frank Bauggs.

One conviction for assault
with intent to kill.

Served easy time.

Those who know
his reputation for violence

would be surprised to learn

that he's got
a trained baritone voice.

He is an upwardly mobile
super-achiever,

and lives in a condo
on Wilshire Boulevard.

If you can get to his phones,
we'll have our leads.

God damn it.
Will you hurry up?
We're gonna be late.

My zipper's stuck.

That's because you eat
like a damn horse.

Drop some weight,
why don't you?

Drop dead,
why don't you?

For Christ's sake,
will you come on
out of there?

Jesus.

Well, how do I look?

Like shit.

Stick it up your kazoo.

Just shut up,
and let's go.

(DOOR OPENS)

What do you mean,
you don't like my dress?

Look, I'm gettin' tired
of your mouth,
if you know that.

I told you
the dress was tacky.

The one you picked out
had purple roses on it.

The one I picked out
was better for you.

You look like a giant
rooster in that one.

You wouldn't have
been in there so long.

It's easier to put on.

This one's
easier to take off.

What are you
complainin' about?

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

I don't know.

(LAUGHING)

(ELEVATOR DOOR CLOSES)

REINER: So, he put
the gun in his mouth
and pulled the trigger.

And guess what?

NOZAKI: What?

The asshole
forgot to load it.

Oh, come on, Sid.

No, I swear to God.

Mafia hit man,
and he forgot
to load his gun.

Here they are, folks.
Mr. And Mrs. Scumbag.

I hate the opera.
Why do we got to go
to the opera anyway?

'Cause I like the opera,
all right?

They don't even
sing in English.

At least they could
sing in English.

How would you know?

You don't even
speak English.

Fuck you,
and the horse
you rode in on.

You already did.

You came in second.

Did you remember
the tickets?

(ENGINE STARTING)

Damn. Hey, Joey,
hold on a second.

I've got to go back.

You'd forget your head
if it wasn't screwed on.

I'll be right back.

Don't hurry.

What the hell?

Hey, Joey,
you got a light?

I thought he was
in such a hurry.

He's probably in the john,
playing with himself.

Come on out, asshole.

Come on out.

What the fuck
are you doing here?

I was makin' a sandwich.

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

Now, you're gonna tell me

what the fuck
you are doing here!

(GROANING)

(YELLING)

He's such a jerk.
I wish he'd drop dead.

(ANGIE SCREAMING)

Christ!

Police!

ANGIE: Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!

(ANGIE SOBBING)

What's the apartment
number?

You got one second!

1201, all right?

Good boy.

Stay here and check out
anybody suspicious
leaving the building.

Let me go.

Don't look.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Did you see anybody?

No.

I'll go call it in.

According to my sources,

Zacharias uses
an old fish cannery
in San Pedro

to process
and move his drugs.

WHITE: This operation
feeds his organization

and is dependent upon
regular shipments

of raw cocaine
from South America.

Interrupt this supply,
and we can tear out his guts.

So, the lunch break
between 11:30 and 12:00

is a good time for you
to mingle with the workers.

The factory is
in two parts.

The first,
which is a front,

does in fact process fish,

mainly for
the pet food market.

It even makes
a profit for Zacharias,

largely employing
unskilled labor
on daily hire basis.

So, the access to this area
should be straightforward.

Getting to the second
will not be so easy.

(MACHINERY WHIRRING)

Hey!

Where do you think
you're goin'?

What the hell
you doin' here?
What section you in?

Uh, I don't know.
I was just hired.

What's your name?

Name is Kimble.

(GRUNTING)

SAM: You the last one,
Tony?

TONY: Why?
You want to leave
or somethin'?

You got it.

Hold it!

You don't belong
in here!

Well, I was told to
put this in there.

Your lunch?

(GROANING)

Hey, you!

MAN: What the hell's
goin' on?

(GROANING)

(GUN FIRING)

(SCREAMING)

MAN OVER PA:
We have a killer loose!

Get that son of a bitch now!

It's $1,000 for
the man who nails him!

Move! Move! Move!

The guy's crazy!

(ALARM BLARING)

$1,000!

Get that son of a bitch now!

(ALL YELLING)

(YELLS)

(ALARM CONTINUES BLARING)

(ENGINE STARTING)

(TIRES SQUEALING)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

What are you, crazy?

You're not supposed
to come to this house.

It's important.

I think I know
who's been giving
you trouble.

Does he work
for the Romeros?

Not as far as I can tell.

He also killed Bauggs.

Then who does he work for?

I don't know.

Well, find out.

When you do,
you kill him.

I don't do that.

You do now.

(SIREN WAILING)

MARILYN: I'm leaving now,
Mr. Kersey.

Good night.

Good night.
See you in the morning.

Okay.

(DOOR OPENS)

Good evening,
Mr. Kersey.

Sergeant?

What can I do for you?

I just wanted to drop by
and see how you are doing,

since we didn't have
a chance to say hello

the other night
at Frank Bauggs' place.

You've made
a lot of people
unhappy, Mr. Kersey.

Especially Ed Zacharias.

He asked me to deliver
his message of distress
personally.

You work for Ed Zacharias?

Being a cop's
too dangerous.

I want to take
an early retirement,
and he pays well.

Now, I don't
have to kill you.

I just want to know
who you are working for.

I know
it's not the Romeros.

Who is it?

I don't work for anybody.
This is my work.

(GUN COCKING)

Don't play games with me.

I can make this scene
really painful.

Or I can walk out of here.

All I need is a name.

I don't have a name.

I can be very, very nasty
if I want to be.

(SCREAMS)

So can I.

(GASPING)

I'm off duty, Higuera.
And I'm missing
my beauty sleep.

So, what's so
goddamn important?

A jogger found the body.

It was hidden on the side
of the trail.

Oh, another piece of shit
in your favorite gang war?

It's Phil Nozaki.

Phil.

How?

Looks like one shot
through the chest.

I'm sorry.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTERING)

So, somehow
Phil Nozaki figured out
who the vigilante is?

And the vigilante
killed him.

How did he find out?

Phil and I were
checking out a list
of suspects

from the D.M.V. computers.

When I went through
Phil's desk this morning,

I found the list
with one name circled on it.

Paul Kersey?

I did some checking.

The guy's wife
was killed by burglars
in New York in 1975.

Then, in 1981,
his daughter was raped
and murdered in L.A.

I think Kersey is our man.

I want a warrant.

I don't know.

This is very little to go on.

We'd have trouble
convincing a judge.

Damn it, Higuera,
he killed Phil Nozaki.

I know he did.

I want him.

Nozaki is dead.

I'll lay you 10-to-1
it was the Romeros.

No, no.

Nozaki said it was
somebody else.

Yeah?

Who?

I don't know.

ZACHARIAS:
Somebody's trying to play us
off against each other.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Hello?

Uh, let me talk to Jack.

Please.

Who is it?

Ed Zacharias.

Zacharias.

Yeah, this is Jack.

Uh, Jack,
we need to talk.

Yeah, why?

ZACHARIAS:
I think we're being set up.

We'd better meet.

JACK:
All right. Where?

Uh, how about Antonio's?

No, no, no.
You're crazy.

You own Antonio's.

No, it's got to be
a neutral territory.

All right.
How about the, uh,
the oil fields?

Around 5:00?

We'll be there.

He wants a meeting.

(SIGHING)

I don't trust him.

I think it's a setup.

We'll be prepared.

You wanted to talk?

Talk.

Jack, a lot of things
have happened
in the last few days.

A bunch of my men
have been killed.

Get to the point.

I think, someone's
trying to play us off
against each other.

What the hell
you talkin' about?

Somebody wants me
to go after you,
and you go after me.

For what?

Don't listen
to that trash, Jack.

He's trying to mouth
his way out of it.

ZACHARIAS:
I'm talkin' to Jack.

There isn't anybody else.
It's you!

You're the one trying
to screw us over!

God damn it, Jack!
Can't you see?

That's exactly what
he wants you to think.

You're lying!
What do you think,
we're crazy?

You keep messing with us,
and we'll bury you!

Tony!

(GROANS)

Jack!

It's a setup!

(GUNS FIRING)

(SCREAMING)

(YELLING)

(GROANS)

(GUNS FIRING)

(BOTH YELLING)

(GROANING)

Nick!

Nick!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Nick!

(GUN FIRES)

ZACHARIAS: Nick!

Nick!

(GUN FIRES)

Nick!

Nick!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(SIGHS)

(GROANING)

Who are you?

I'm the guy
that set you up.

Why?

I don't even know the girl.

I do.

(GROANING)

While you were
playing hide-and-seek

with your friend Kersey
last night,

Zacharias and the Romeros
were playing war

over in the oil fields.

Come on, lieutenant.
You think anyone
really cares

that those slimebags
killed each other?

The way I see it,
they saved the taxpayers
some money.

Look, Kersey's lawyer
called the chief
this morning.

He's threatening to sue us.

He's trying to
get us to back off.

I'm telling you,
Kersey's our man.

I feel it in my gut.

Look, you took your shot,
and you blew it.

Now, stay away
from Kersey.

That's an order.

I've been reading
about the job you did.

Congratulations.

Well, at least
Zacharias and the Romeros

won't be killing kids
with their drugs anymore.

WHITE: Thank God.

There's something
I would like to
talk to you about.

Is it possible to meet
at the Brentwood Golf Course

at the White Towers
at about 8:00?

I'll be there.

Where is White?

I'm to take you to him.

He said
he'd meet me here.

He had some
important business
to take care of.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

Hey!

Hey!

(BRAKES SQUEALING)

How did you get past
the front gate?

This happens
to be private property.

I want to see
Nathan White.

Mr. White is
not available.

He is to me.

I'm sorry, sir,
but he has a gun.

What's the meaning
of this?

I told you I wanted
to see Nathan White.

I am Nathan White.

And who the hell are you?

You?

You're Nathan White?

I ought to know
my own name.

Who was the man
that was in here
last week?

Oh, there was no one here
last week.

I've been in Europe
for three months.

(SIREN WAILING)

Get out of the car.

What'd I do?
Why'd you stop me?

Well, well, well.

You're under arrest,
Mr. Kersey.

What for?

Murder.

Who is it I'm supposed
to have killed?

The homicide detective
downtown

will explain that to you.

Let's go.

Come on, in the car.

In the car.

Back.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Hey, if you're taking me
downtown,

why are we going west?

Why don't you
just shut up?

Don't I know you from, uh,
the Sunset Police Station?

Could be.

That's what I thought.

What the hell!

Shoot the son of a bitch.

Okay, that's enough!
Freeze right there!

(SIREN WAILING)

Are you fucking deaf?

I said, everything's great.

He said
the whole operation

will be sewed up
in a few months.

Most of Zacharias'
street dealers

are ready
to work for us.

Romero's boys are
breaking our balls,

but don't worry,
we'll push 'em in line.

We run our first shipment
in a couple of days.

I'll talk to you then.
Goodbye.

How did you let
Kersey get away, huh?

We made a mistake.

Mistake?

Go on,
get out of here! Go on.

Get out of here!

Asshole!

Something wrong?

Yeah.

Kersey's still alive,
that's what's wrong.

So what?
He can't hurt us.

He doesn't know anything.

He knows enough
to put the cops
onto us, don't he?

You worry too much.

Look, stupid.

Your boss is dead,
and I'm alive,

because I'm smarter
than he was.

And that's why you
came to work for me,
and don't you forget it.

As long as
Kersey's breathing,
he's dangerous.

What do you
want me to do?

We need an edge.

Something to make
Kersey come to us.

(SIGHS)

(PHONE RINGING)

Karen Sheldon.

Yeah, this is Jesse.

I've got some information
I think you'll
be real interested in.

It's about that shootout
in the oil field last night.

What about it?

Who do you think I am,
the answer man?

This is gonna cost you.

Well, it better be worth it.
Where should I meet you?

I'm in the parking lot
behind your office.

Look for
the red Mazda RX7.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(GASPING)

Hello, Kersey.

Put your hands up.

Real high.

Come over here.

Turn around.

You killed a cop,
Kersey.

Not just any cop.

My partner.

Now I'm gonna
kill you.

Whoa, now,
your partner was dirty.

Bullshit!

He worked for Ed Zacharias.

You're lying!

He was gonna kill me.

What for?

Your partner knew
I was setting up
Ed Zacharias and the Romeros

to kill each other.

You engineered
that whole thing
at the oil field.

Yes, I'm the vigilante,
remember?

When your partner
found out,

he told Zacharias,

and Zacharias
told him to kill me.

I don't believe one word
you're saying, Kersey.

Phil Nozaki was a good cop.

Check his safety deposit box.

You'll find
a lot of cash in it.

You're a goddamn liar.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hi, this is Paul.

I'm not near the phone
right now,

so leave a message
and I'll get back to you.

(BEEPING)

WHITE:
Hello, Kersey. Guess who?

A friend of yours
wants to say hello.

KAREN: Paul.

(SIGHS)

They say
they won't hurt me

as long as
you do what they say.

Paul, I'm scared.

I'm so scared.

Kersey, do you want
your lady friend

to end up dead,
like Erica?

(CHUCKLING)
Yes, I was responsible.

So, you better join us
at the Sunset Roller Rink,

underground garage,
Area 60.

Let me pick it up.

Don't you move.

You've got nice taste
in women, Kersey.

Very nice taste.

(PHONE CLICKS)

The hell with you.

Hello?

Put down that phone!

Hello.

(GROANS)

(EXHALES)

What's he doing?

MAN: Nothin'.
He's just sittin'.

Flash.

(CAR ENGINE STARTING)

Here he comes.

Take him.

He's not here.
It's empty.

Shit!

Ditch this.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(YELLING)

Jesus Christ!

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

Alert everyone.

Right.

Where's the girl?

She's in
the powder room.

Cover the garage exit.
Give me the key.

Cover the far exit.

Units six and seven,
be on the alert for Kersey.

I repeat.

Be on the alert for Kersey.
He jumped us.

Cover the garage exit.

I'm heading there now.

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

MALE ANNOUNCER:
Keep moving!

Leave the building
immediately!

(SCREAMING)

(GROANING)

We're goin' out
the back way.

One word out of you,
and you don't see tomorrow!

After I waste
this maniac Kersey,

maybe I'll
let you go. Maybe.

Let's go.

(ALL SCREAMING)

MAN: Move!

(ALL YELLING)

Get out of the way!

Get out of the way!

Get out of the way!

(ALL SCREAMING)

Kersey!

I know you're there!

I'm warning you!

Keep away!

You hear me?

Back up!

I'll kill her!

I said, stay back!

I'll blow her brains out!

I swear to God,
I'll kill this bitch!

You hear me?

You work for me!

I gave you
all that information!

We're partners!

No!

(DOOR CLOSES)

WHITE: Come on!
Come on, you!

Come on, you goddamn bitch!
Come on!

Come on!

(SOBBING)
Oh, God, please,
I'm begging you.

Come on! Stop it!

(KAREN SOBBING)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

(CLICKING)

WHITE: I told you!

I warned you I'd kill her!

I warned you
I'd kill her!

Hold it, Kersey.
Put down the gun.

Stop right there!

God damn it, I'll shoot!

Do whatever you have to.

(SIRENS WAILING)