Harry Callahan
You heroes killed a dozen people this week. What are you going to do next week?
Kill a dozen more.
Harry Callahan
By the way I'd like to have Davis and Sweet as my backup squad.
Lieutenant Briggs
Davis and Sweet? They're just rookies!
Harry Callahan
Well you drum up someone in the department who can shoot as well and I'll use them.
Lieutenant Briggs
Dammit, there isn't supposed to be any shooting! Besides, they don't experience needed for a job like this.
Harry Callahan
How the hell is a man supposed to get experience if nobody gives him a chance? And Davis is the new pistol champion.
Lieutenant Briggs
Suppose they panic and start shooting?
'Harry Callahan: Nothing wrong with shooting as long as the right people get shot!
Harry Callahan
I'd bust Palancio for stepping on a crack in the sidewalk if I could, but this isn't his style. Not the cars, anyway. It's too direct.
Lieutenant Briggs
Callahan, you just keep your nose pressed against Palancio's ass, until I get a warrant from the DA's office to bring him in. And I want the first conviction on this animal.
Harry Callahan
"Conviction"? He's liable to be your next victim! Just what are you asking for, Lieutenant?
Lieutenant Briggs
I'm not asking you to follow him, Inspector; for the last goddamn time, I'm telling you!
Sure you don't want a local for this, Harry? Takes about seven stitches.
Harry Callahan
No, thanks.
Ok, it's your ass...
Harry Callahan
My head, the cut's on my head.
Why does everybody suddenly become a comedian in here?
Lieutenant Briggs
You're on loan to Stakeout, Callahan.
Harry Callahan
That's right, Lieutenant! You saw to that.
Lieutenant Briggs
I've got nothing personal against you, Callahan, but we can't have the public crying police brutality every time you go out onto the street.
Harry Callahan
Well you just might need me on a job like this. Whoever did this was very good at it.
Lieutenant Briggs
You're sure one to know, Harry.
Harry Callahan
Well, I just work for the city, Briggs!
Lieutenant Briggs
So do I, longer than you, and I never had to take my gun out of its holster once. I'm proud of that.
Harry Callahan
Well, you're a good man, lieutenant. A good man always knows his limitations...
But what if they are cops? This could be a set-up!
After the holes they put in Ricca, you wanna wait and see? If they're cops, they'll have papers, you'll know if they're cops!
What kind of a load do you use in that .44?
Harry Callahan
It's a light Special. This size gun it gives you better control and less recoil than a .357 Magnum with wadcutters.
Too bad you're not on welfare, I'd give you a freebie.
Hi!
Harry Callahan
Oh, hi... what's your name?
Sunny. You know, I've been living here for almost six months now. It's funny I've never met you before.
Harry Callahan
Oh well... I work a lot.
I know. You're the cop who lives upstairs.
Harry Callahan
That's right.
Mind if I ask you a question?
Harry Callahan
Go ahead.
What does a girl have to do to go to bed with you?
Harry Callahan
Try knocking on the door.
Could I see your driver's license, please?
Gino, Ricca's Driver: [chewing on a piece of gum] Do you know who that is, sitting back there?
I'll still have to see your driver's license, please.
Gino, Ricca's Driver:: I'll have to find it.
You know why you're being stopped? [Ricca's attorney in the backseat rolls down his window]
Yes, we know, officer, and you're making a big mistake.
You crossed the double-line back there.
Gino, Ricca's Driver: Double-line? [The attorney pats Gino on the shoulder]
Just take it easy. [to Davis] Whatever you say, officer. [Gino can't find the license]
Gino, Ricca's Driver: Just can't happen to find it, sir. [Davis walks back to his motorcycle] That's right, simple assignment. Check, see if it's stolen.
I want this bastard busted out of his job.
We'll take care of this guy, you fellas. Just take it easy, huh? [Grimes finishes writing something on his notepad, then walks back up to the car]
This car registered to you?
Gino, Ricca's Driver: [points to Ricca] To him.
I'll have to see the registration.
Gino, Ricca's Driver: Come on, give me that license. [Grimes promptly takes his Colt Python revolver out of its holster, and empties six rounds into the car at point-blank range, killing all four occupants inside. As the bodies fall limp, Grimes reholsters his gun, walks back to his motorcycle, and rides off.]
Harry Callahan
You know those guys?
They came through the Academy after me. They stick together like flypaper, you know? Everybody thought they were **** for each other.
Harry Callahan
Tell you something. If the rest of you could shoot like them, I wouldn't care if the whole damn department was ****.
Lieutenant Neil Briggs
You and your partner are back on Homicide.
Harry Callahan
This is a little dramatic, is it, Briggs? Not your usual style.
Lieutenant Neil Briggs
It's meant to be, Callahan.
Look, this thing might be bigger than even we think it is. [They walk past the bodies of the vigilante cop's victims, with Avery calling out each one's crimes as they go along] Hijacking and gambling. [He lifts the tag of the second corpse] Trucking. [lifts tag on the third corpse] Narcotics and prostitution. This is the cream in the bottle, Callahan: someone's trying to put the courts out of business.
Harry Callahan
So far you've said nothing wrong. [They reach the last two bodies]
This one just came in about an hour ago. Somebody wants it all. [points to the left body] This guy was just a pimp. [points to the body next to it] That's one of his girls.
Harry Callahan
How did she get it?
Uh, sometime before he got hit, he poured a can of drain cleaner down her throat.
Harry Callahan
That shows a certain sense of style.
Lieutenant Neil Briggs
You're all heart, Callahan.
Harry Callahan
Look, am I gonna have to have him leaning over my shoulder?
Look, you work with Briggs on this, Callahan. But if you ever lean out of line, so help me lord, I'll flop you lower than whale shit.
Harry Callahan
Speaking of whale shit, what have you turned up, Briggs?
Lieutenant Neil Briggs
Nobody in my department is sitting on their ass.
See this thing, Callahan? The chief; he calls me on this all the time. Even in the can. I haven't been out of my shoes for 48 hours and still we have no witnesses; not one. In these cases, there's always an officer right on top of the crime, but nobody's ever seen a thing.
Harry Callahan
Who was the officer on this one?
A patrolman, uh, Sweet, wasn't it, Briggs?
Harry Callahan
Sweet seems like a good man. Well I'll get on the Ballistics report first thing in the morning.
Lieutenant Neil Briggs
We ran all the slugs through Ballistics. We're never gonna see those guns; it was too professional. You're wasting your time.
Harry Callahan
Well it takes me time, Briggs. [walks towards the door] A man has to know his limitations. [leaves the morgue]
Whoever it is, he enjoys it. It's possible the man was dead with the first shot. The others were thrown in for good measure.
Harry Callahan
Well everybody has to pay something.
Now, he'd have to be standing right here, this close. Point-blank range. [Harry peers inside the car]
Harry Callahan
And the driver's license and a $100 dollar bill were out. Almost like he was showing it to a traffic cop.
Yeah. And from what we have it figures to be someone impersonating a police officer. On the cars at least, it's been done before. This close? It would have to be someone he would never recognize.
Harry Callahan
Or never suspect.
[The day after the murderous pimp kills one of his girls, he is driving across the Golden Gate Bridge. John Davis comes up behind his car, and trails him. Davis follows the pimp as he takes the exit for Alexander Avenue, and then turns left to head under the highway. He eventually ends up on the service road below the Vista Overlook, and stops under the bridge's north approach. Davis dismounts and starts walking towards the car. The pimp quickly hides his Colt Detective Special pistol in his lap]
Good day, sir. Is this car registered to you?
Oh yes, sir, this is my car. You must be new. Do you know who I am?
I'll still have to see your license and your registration, sir. I believe you were speeding coming across the bridge.
[The pimp chuckles, and pulls out his wallet, which has several wads of money in it, an obvious bribe. Davis brings up his Colt Python and shoots the pimp in the neck. As the pimp falls over into the passenger's side of the seat Davis fires four more rounds into the man's chest. He reholsters his weapon, walks back to his motorcycle, and speeds back up towards the road as the pimp's body goes limp]
Excuse me, Captain. This may seem silly, but can you fly?
Harry Callahan
Nope. Never had a lesson.
[This shocks the hijacker holding a gun to Harry's back long enough for Harry to subdue him]