Death Wish 4: The Crackdown

Help! Help! Help! Help!

Help! Help! Help!

Oh, God, no!

Help!

Please! Please! Stop! Stop!

No! No!

Please! Please!

No! No!

Please, no!

No! Stop it! Please! No! No! No!

Put her down! Put her down! Let me go! No! Stop it!

No! No! Come on!

Shut up! Shut up!

Who the fuck are you?

Death.

Please... please...

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

Please don't! Please!

Traffic light heading into downtown Los Angeles.

Expect temperatures in the high 803

and about 10 degrees warmer in the San Fernando Valley.

You're listening to KBLA Los Angeles.

Working hard, huh?

Hi, Erica.

Is this your design for the new art center?

It must be a real charge. It is.

I did some new drawings. Let me see them.

You feeling OK? Yeah, sure. What do you think?

Looks pretty good. Yeah?

Yeah. Not great, but pretty damn good.

Hold on a minute.

Hello? How's it going?

Everything's fine. Erica's here.

Thanks for working with her. She's a pleasure.

Very talented too, which reminds me...

Your article on battered wives,

good story. Did you like it?

Did it make you angry? Absolutely.

Are you still coming for dinner? Sure. I'll leave here about six.

Be home by 10.30. 10.30?

11.00. Mom! That's Randy. Got to go.

When I say 11.00, I mean 11.00. All right. If I were you guys,

I'd forget the movie and stay home.

Oh, yeah? Get out of here.

Bye.

How are you doing? Great.

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.

You heard the man. Take a walk.

Hey, guys. How are you doing, man?

Look at her. Ain't she cute? Let's chat. I'll be right with you.

We've got business to discuss. We do? Thank you very much.

I'll get Erica. What have you got planned?

Erica, I've got some special chips for you.

Hey, just like I promised.

You're gonna love them. Thanks.

Remember, there's just enough for you, so don't tell your boyfriend.

Yeah, sure.

The movie starts at 8.30.

Two-hour movie. It means we can get back before Erica gets home.

Good.

What do you think about that boy Randy?

Well, he does well in school.

He's a nice kid. Why?

I'm just worried about Erica. I feel like she were my 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 movie.

You are not getting out of it that easily.

We've been going out for two years now...

and...

You want a commitment.

Yeah. I would like that.

Hello. Yes.

Oh, my God!

Randy, what's going on? Mrs. Sheldon? I'm Dr. Rosenblatt.

What happened? She had a cocaine overdose.

Erica doesn't use drugs! She did tonight.

Code Blue in Room Six. Doctor, she's arrested with no pulse.

She get Narcan and glucose? Four amps. No response.

You can't come in. Wait outside. Alice, we've got to shock her.

Everybody off? Off? Clear!

Continue CPR. Come on, don't stop. Give me 300 Watts.

Everybody off! Everybody off! Clear!

Continue. She's still fibrillating. All right, let's give her lidocaine.

75mg, IV, and shock her one more time.

Fixed and dilated. Don't stop! Let me see that.

We've lost her.

Mrs. Sheldon...

I'm really sorry.

You bastard!

Leave your hands off me! Get out!

It ain't my fault about your girlfriend. The stuff was too strong.

Bullshit!

You killed her!

I didn't kill anyone. Nobody made her smoke it.

Let's see what the cops have to say.

What is that supposed to mean?

You figure it out! You gave her the package.

I'm going to the police! I'm going to tell them everything!

Read my lips! Cops! Policemen! You're gonna die like she died!

Kiss your white ass goodbye, my man!

Hey!

Stay in your cars! Stay in your cars! Cut the power!

Cut the goddamn power! Jesus! Cut the power!

What do you figure? JoJo was a dealer.

He gets hassle from Randy Viscovich,

stabs him and gets shot by another dealer.

Why?

They don't need a reason to kill each other.

Sergeant Reiner, this kid saw the guy who did the shooting.

Not his face, but the car. Yeah?

Yeah. It was a Toronado.

A blue Toronado. Did you get the license?

I got the last three numbers.

It was 226. Sure that's all you remember?

I ain't a fucking detective, man.

You are. Come on.

Nice kid.

So, Phil, go play detective. Right.

Hello? Mr. Kersey?

Yes. You got 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 you want.

If you refuse, I'll tell the police all I know, and I know a lot.

Do I have your attention now? Good.

If you look out your window, you'll see a limousine 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... than I can make the rest of my life.

Do you know 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.

My wife died in a car crash ten 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 know you shot the pusher who sold the drugs. 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 fortune buying information on the major dealers in Los Angeles.

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

They're all murderers, Kersey,

from the smallest street-corner pusher to the fat cat 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.

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 work to see what was going on.

You have to stop this. I know how you feel because I've been there.

You think you should have done something different

but it's not your fault that Erica died.

It's those drugs.

I'm so angry!

I feel so helpless. I... I want to do something,

but I don't know what to do.

You're a writer. Write about it.

Let people know about drugs. Just keep pounding on it.

What story did you want to do?

Drugs.

Oh, Karen, every single... I know I'm involved.

That's why I have to do it.

I want to know why she died and who's responsible.

Nobody cares. Everybody uses drugs now, not just street junkies.

Rich people, middle-class people, doctors, secretaries...

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

They know about it and they don't care.

We have to make them care. Come on, Karen.

Pat, this is important to me.

All right, but let me know what you're doing.

I don't want the cops finding your body in an alley. OK?

All right.

You're sure you want to do this? Yes.

OK. I just hope you've got a strong stomach.

What paper did you say you were with? Tribune.

You want to see

the drug-related ones, right? Right.

Ah... 18-year-old male.

Died when his freebasing pipe exploded in his face.

Did you want to see the body?

19-year-old male. Robbed a liquor store to get money to buy drugs.

17-year-old female.