(on phone)
The jet must be fueled and ready to go in a half an hour. Skeleton crew, they must be volunteers. Tell them the man is dangerous. Well, here, I'll read you this note which was delivered at 8 O'clock this morning: "To the City of San Francisco. You have double-crossed me for the last time. I'm warning you to have my $200,000 and a jet airplane ready and waiting. I will call Mayor's office at 1 O'clock and tell you about the hostages who I will be happy to kill if you don't do exactly what I say, Scorpio" (pauses) Well, you better have somebody standing by - it could be a false alarm but don't count on it.
All right, let's have it.
Your report. What have you been doing?
Oh, well for the past three quarters of an hour, I have been sitting on my ass in your outer office, waiting on you.
Bressler Dammit all, Harry, that's the Mayor you're talking to!...
Won't you sit down Inspector Callahan?....There's a madman loose, I've asked you what's being done, fair enough?
We've got a dozen men checking identification files, checking on all known extortionists, roof top prowlers, rifle nuts, peepers..
Bressler Mr. Mayor - we've arranged for rooftop surveillance and helicopter patrols especially around the Catholic churches and schools and in the black area.
Ballistics is checking on the slug. We're pretty sure it's a 30 ott 6, 7 lands and grooves, righthand twist...
Bressler Sir - we're running a computer check on everybody in the files whose birthday falls between October 23rd and November the 21st.
Thank you Inspector. Have any of you mentioned this note to anyone? How about you? (looking at Callahan)
Your wife, sweetheart,...press?
All right. Give the message to the Chronicle. We'll agree to pay, but we'll tell him we need time to get the money together.
Wait a minute. Do I get this rght? You're gonna play this creep's game?
It'll get us more breathing space.
It also might get somebody killed. Why don't you let me meet with the son-of-a-bitch?
No, none of that. You'd end up with a real blood-bath.
I agree with the Chief. We'll do it this way, all right?
Bressler Thank you Mr. Mayor. Come on Callahan, let's go.
I don't want any more trouble like you had last year in the Fillmore District. Understand? That's my policy.
Yeah, well, when an adult male is chasing a female with intent to commit rape, I shoot the bastard, that's my policy.
Intent? How did you establish that?
When a naked man is chasing a woman through an alley with a butcher knife and a hard-on, I figure he isn't out collecting for the Red Cross.
[after Callahan has left]
I think he's got a point.
[singing]
Row, row, row your boat/gently down the stream/merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily...
BK Bus Kid
Where are we going?
BK Bus Kid
Where are we going?
We're going to the ice-cream factory and see how ice-cream's made. Now anybody who doesn't wanna go can get off right here.
BK Bus Kid
I wanna go home to my mommy.
[slaps the kid]
Stupid kid! Come on sing everyone! Sing or I'll go home and kill all your mommies, sing, sing!
It's very simple. I've got the kids and you start screwing around, the kids start dying. Is the plane ready?
The jet is being fueled and ready to go at the airport. The money will be there by the time you get there.
All right, now listen and listen very carefully. I'm going to be driving along nice and easy, just me and a busload of kids. I'm going to turn off on the Sir Francis Drake Blvd. on my way to the Santa Rosa Airport. I don't want to see any police cars, helicopters, whatever. Now if you got the guts to play this game by the rules, the kids will have a nice little plane ride.
Well, where are you going?
I'll tell the pilot when I get on the plane. No alerts, nothin'.
I guarantee you you will not be molested in any way. I give you my word of honor on it.
[The Scorpio Killer holds an innocent kid hostage at the edge of a cliff]
Drop the gun, creep!
[Callahan approaches Scorpio as the latter laughs manically]
I'll blow his brains out! [continues laughing manically]
[Callahan approaches Scorpio, .44 Magnum in hand]
Drop the **** gun!
[Callahan pretends to drop his gun, only to fire it at Scorpio, who lets the kid go. Callahan then approaches the wounded Scorpio and points the gun at Scorpio, who is about to retrieve his]
I know what you're thinking, punk. You're thinking "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Now, to tell you the truth, I've forgotten myself in all this excitement. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world and it will blow your head clean off, you've gotta ask yourself a question: 'Do I feel lucky?
[Scorpio attempts to stand and grab his gun]
Well, do ya, punk?
[Scorpio laughs maniacally and retrieves his gun in an attempt to shoot Callahan, only to be shot in the chest and killed]
[in a letter]
The double-crossing San Francisco police made me do this. Now ransom $200,000 in used 10s and 20s. One man with yellow bag, south side, Marina Green, East Harbor, 9 pm, she has oxygen until 3 am tomorrow morning, red panties and bra, nice tits, mole on left thigh. Anything cute and you'll force me to let girl die of slow suffocation. Scorpio
[in the hospital, with a battered face]
They tried to frame me with the Deacon girl murder, and now they're trying to murder me - and look at me, just look at me. I'm supposed to be innocent until proven guilty and just look at what they did to me. Everywhere I go, cops follow me - and just look at me.
[to Callahan, on the phone]
If I even think you're being followed, the girl dies. If you talk to anyone, I don't care if it's a Pekinese pissing against a lamppost, the girl dies...No car. I give you a certain amount of time to go from phone booth to phone booth. I ring four times. You don't answer by the fourth ring, I hang up and that's the end of the game. The girl dies...Cop!...I hope you're not stupid.
