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(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)