All language subtitles for 03 The Enforcer Dirty Harry - Clint Eastwood Action 1976 English

03 The Enforcer Dirty Harry - Clint Eastwood Action 1976 English

Where you headed, little lady?

Nowhere with you, numb nuts.
Buzz off.

See you Thursday, you gorgeous thing.

Hey. Hey-

You picked a beautiful day to hitchhike.

Yeah, well, I got a nice little VW
back at Stinson Beach with a cracked block.

Hey, you guys wouldn't be going
up to Mill Valley, would you?

Hey, Andy,
aren't we going up to Mill Valley?

Got a couple bottles of ice-cold beer
up there, if you're interested.

You son of a bitch.

Okay, pile in.

How long you been in the Western Gas
and Electric company business?

I can't even remember how long.
How long I been in this?

Turn in right here.

You wanna climb up this road here.

Yeah, I'll be right with you.

You better hang a left here, Harry,
there's a jam up on Bay.

Hey, what's with the citizen?

- Police officer, what's the problem?
- Oh, thank God. He's inside.

Come on, it's a heart attack!

Wait here.

Make some room, please.
Please move aside.

Please move aside
This is an emergency.

Excuse us, please. Please move over.

Please give us room.
He's a police officer.

- Police? Where's the ambulance?
- This poor man's had a heart attack.

I think he's still breathing, though.

Come on, get up.

- Get up.
- What are you doing?

Come on, come on, get up.

Get up, get up. Get up. Come on.

L say!

- Party's over.
- Thanks a lot, Harry.

What are you squawking about?
You got the free meal.

Yeah, but I always enjoy
that ride in the ambulance.

Get out of here.

All units be advised...

that this is a 406.

Harry, it's an all-units.

Marvellous.

My old lady's gonna kill me.

She's doing a nine-church novena tonight and
I told her I'd be home early for supper.

Suspects are armed.

Code 33. Code 33.

Inspector 71 responding to your 406.

What's going on?

A couple of bastards
held up that liquor store.

One of our guys stumbled in on it
and they shot him up.

They grabbed four hostages.

They'll shoot them one by one
unless we give them a car and let them go.

What are you waiting on?

Lieutenant Brannigan of Robbery.

He said to stall them until he gets here.

- God! Don't let them kill me!
- We want the god-damn car right now!

God!

All right, but you don't get anything
until I come in and talk.

All right!
Lay your piece on hood of that car!

What about me? I'm your partner.

I may have to move fast, and I don't need
too much linguini to hold me back.

You got a lot of class, Harry.

You get cute, I blow this nice lady
all over you. Let's go.

On the floor, motherfucker.

Oh, for God's sake, mister,
do like he says!

This is my best sport jacket.

I said, get your ass on the floor,
you son of a bitch!

Spread eagle! Move it!

Get down there.

Get down.

San Francisco's finest.

Mitch.

Roll him over.

He's clean.

Here's the story.

First, we want all the pigs out of here.

Second, we want a car...

with a police radio.
Deliver it right out there in front.

We're taking two hostages.

Both the women.

You don't do exactly what I tell you,
we blow their fucking heads off.

- You got the picture?
- Yeah.

Well, what are you waiting for?

Run, you jive-ass bastard.

- What do they want?
- They want a car.

What are you gonna do?

Give them one.

You son of a bitch!

What makes a man crazy enough
to join the cops?

If you find out, you let me know.

$14,379.

- How can that be?
- You want an itemized account?

You took out two front doors,
one front window, 12 feet of counter...

plus damages to the stock.
Plus one city vehicle totaled.

And three hostages in the hospital,
all of whom will probably sue the city.

- For what?
- Excessive use of force.

For your information, Callahan...

the minority community has had it
with this kind of police work.

By "minority community"
I suppose you mean the hoods?

It so happens they are
American citizens too.

What about the lady
with the shotgun in her ear?

I'm not gonna debate this.

I've been on the phone
to the mayor twice this morning.

- He went right through the ceiling.
- Did you tell him about the meeting?

- What meeting?
- The meeting right here two months ago...

when you said high priority
was run these hoods out.

I never said to use violence.

Should I yell "trick-or-treat" at them?

Come on, Harry.

I expect you and every other man
on this force...

to behave with restraint
or turn in his resignation.

You're on notice, Callahan.

This Wild West show of yours yesterday
is exactly the kind of thing...

this department's
no longer prepared to tolerate.

Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

- If that's all, captain, I've got work to do.
- But not in Homicide.

What?

You've been transferred to Personnel.

To Personnel? That's for ass holes.

I was in Personnel for 10 years.

Yeah.

That's it.

You report tomorrow to
the oral examining board, 9:00 on the dot.

No, no, you haven't got the picture.

I'm the robber, you're the cop.

Now, I'm in a market, see?

You've just caught me.
Dead bang, a 211 in the act.

But I'm coming out and I got a hostage.

A kid with a gun at his head.
There's no way you're gonna take me alive.

You've got 10 seconds
to make up your mind.

What are you gonna do?

- One...
- You're...

- two, three, four...
- You're under arrest.

- Is it a boy or a girl?
- Do something!

- How tall?
- Don't just stand there, do something!

Bang, you're dead.

- You're late, Callahan.
- Sorry about that.

- Hello, Krause.
- Hi.

All right, Bustanoby,
you'll be notified of your grade.

You were told to be here at 9:00.

We have 50 officers out there to test.

- For how many vacancies?
- Eight.

There'll be five men and three women
promoted to inspector out of this group.

- Three women?
- Do you object, inspector?

Now, who might you be?

Oh, this is Ms. Grey,
of the mayor's staff.

She's here to monitor
these examinations.

This is Inspector Callahan.

Yes, I know something of
Inspector Callahan.

And I'd like to tell you, inspector...

it is the mayor's intention
to bring this department into line...

with the mainstream of
20th-century thought.

Well, just how does he figure to do that,
Mrs. Grey?

Well, for one thing...

His Honor intends to...

broaden the areas of participation
for women in the police force.

Well, that sounds very stylish.

I think he also said something about...

winnowing the Neanderthals
out of the department.

I guess we better get on with it.
Next applicant.

- Officer Moore?
- Yes, sir.

As you know, this is the final stage
in your examination.

It's an informal test in which we try to get a
line on your ability to think on your feet.

Your reaction to stress and pressure.

Your ability to apply the law in
a hypothetical situation, and so on. Okay?

Yes, sir.

How long you been on the force?

- Nine years.
- What department?

Mainly Personnel and Records.

- Personnel and Records, huh?
- Yes, sir.

Harry?

Have you any questions
for the applicant?

Questions.
How fast do you run the hundred?

Come on, Callahan,
you know how this board functions.

All right, I'm sorry.

You know that...

if you make inspector
under the mayor's new guidelines...

that you might just be out
riding in a police car.

Yes, sir, that's what I'm hoping for.

Officer Moore, maybe you'll tell us about
your most important felony arrest.

I've never made a felony arrest.

Well, maybe you'll tell us about
your best misdemeanor arrest then.

I've never made
a misdemeanor arrest either.

What the hell gives you the right
to be an inspector...

when men have been out there
for 10 or 15 years?

The woman's place is in the home,
is that what you're saying?

You think this is an encounter group?

I wanna know what she'll do
when somebody points a gun at her...

and says, "Hit the deck!"

You're deliberately trying to fail
this candidate, aren't you?

If she fails out there,
she gets her ass blown off.

It's my ass!

And my hard luck.

Except out there
you're gonna have a partner.

If you get blown away,
he gets blown away with you.

That's a hell of a price to pay
for being stylish.

Are you finished with the questioning,
Callahan?

Hypothetical situation, huh?

I'm standing on the street corner...

and Mrs. Grey comes up
and propositions me.

If I come home with her, for $5 she'll
put on an exhibition with a Shetland pony.

If this is your idea of
humour, inspector...

All right,
what are you trying to do here?

Finding out if anybody in this room
knows what law's being broken...

besides cruelty to animals.

That's a conspiracy,
under title 7, section 182, paragraph 1...

of the California state penal code.

Conspiracy to commit a misdemeanor
is a felony.

- And according to...
- Yes. That's right. Good answer.

Thank you, Officer Moore,
you'll be notified of your grade.

After I take care of the guard
and get his keys...

we drive to the far end
of warehouse 50-A. Lalo?

Goddamn it.

All right, now, that's...

I drop you off at that end, at that
small door, and then I drive around...

to the wharf side of the warehouse.
You open up that first big door.

I drive it in and back up to
the first compound on the right.

Karl and Tex?

Hey, man, we grab
the M-16 automatic rifles, right?

Wanda?

Locate and take any explosives.

Dynamite, detonators and any plastics.

Right. Henry Lee?

Oh, man. I tote and I load all the ammo
for the M-16s, okay, man?

Miki?

Locate the L.A.W. rockets.
They should be somewhere in the back.

That's the most important little item.
Tex, are you sure of the location?

Hey, pard, I sweated in that place
for five years.

They're there, I promise.

All right, you GUYS-

- This is for the people.
- Right on, for the people.

Jesus.

Spare me.

- What is it?
- Gas company.

- What's the trouble?
- Major gas leak in the area.

We gotta check out
your underground pipes.

And for Pete's sakes,
don't smoke until we tell you it's okay.

Oh, I won't, I won't.

It's seeping down into your sewer system.
This whole damn block could go.

- You got a phone I can use?
- Oh, yeah. Right this way.

Let's go.

Charlie left the gate open.

Better check it.

Tony, call the backup.

- I'm gonna check around.
- Frank, watch yourself.

L.A.W.S. rocket.

- Beautiful.
- Yes.

Lalo, get the rest of these loaded.

Hey, you'll blow us out of here.
Be quiet. You all right?

Let us get these.

Freeze.

All of you, hold it right there!
Put those boxes down.

You back there,
stand up where I can see you.

And drop that gun.

Put your hands over your head
and freeze.

- Now, just wait a second, mister.
- You shut up and listen.

You just blink an eyelid
and I'll mail you home to mom in a box.

Now, all of you, against the fence.

Now!

You too, honey.

Oh, Jesus! Miki! Miki!

Oh, my God. Oh, Jesus.

Miki? Miki.

Oh, baby, it's all right. I'll get you out.
I'll get you home.

Bobby, help me. Help me get her up.

- You'll screw around and get us caught.
- No, we'll make it.

- Forget it, she's dead.
- She's not dead!

The hell she isn't!

Come on, it's over.

Bobby.

Get it on there.

Get in there. Lalo, get up in there.

Halt, police!

Halt, or I'll fire!

I'm gonna get this son of a bitch.

Goddamn it!

He said it looked like
a regular gas-company truck. Yeah.

I'm checking with the
Marin County Sheriff's Department.

Might tie in with those two bodies
they found up there last week.

Yes, sir.

How's DiGeorgio?

Well, Irene's in there with him now.

Is that supposed to be
some kind of answer?

Harry, he's just been given the last rites.

- Get what you can, huh?
- I will.

- Listen, I'm sorry.
- Yeah.

Hello, Harry.

- He's been asking for you.
- How is he?

He's in and out.

I'll smoke a cigarette.

It's a war, isn't it?

I guess I never really understood that.

Hey, Harry.

Frank. What happened?

I had them, dead bang. And then l...

Sorry.

Frank?

There's something
you wanted to tell Harry.

Harry, listen, the punk that cut me...

- I seen him before.
- Where?

I just can't make the name.

Where do you know him from, Frank?

That homicide, remember, Harry...

the young hooker...

in the Fillmore District.

The summer of '71.

- Yeah, what about it?
- He was one of the pimps we questioned.

Liked him for it, Harry.

We liked him real good.

We liked everybody
north of Market Street on that one.

He had one of them cutesy-pie,
little-boy names...

Charlie something, or Bobby.

I'll check Records.
They should have your notes.

Ten-to-one they blow it.

Not this time, Frank.

Maybe you better get some rest, huh?

- Do you have to go just yet?
- Not if you don't want me to.

Thanks, Harry.

Get Irene.

Yeah.

- Talk to Records?
- No, not yet. That was McKay.

We just got a tape from those bastards.
I'll see you in my office in 30 minutes.

Code Blue, Intensive Care.
Code Blue, Intensive Care.

Thirty minutes.

One million dollars
or we start blowing things up.

The People's Revolutionary Strike Force.
Remember Fessenheim.

"Fessenheim"?

It's being checked.

This Revolutionary Strike Force.
They on your list?

Nothing.

- Think it's legitimate?
- Probably not.

This is Lieutenant Bressler in Homicide.

Well, what are you doing about
those records? What's happening?

What do you mean what records?
I told you about them a half an hour ago.

Homicide. Fillmore District.
Inspectors Callahan and DiGeorgio.

What are you talking about,
a written request?

Well, who's got the keys?

Look, I'm coming down there
in five minutes...

you better have those files open,
you pencil-pushing son of a bitch.

Well, you don't have to make threats.

I'm gonna nail the guy who carved DiGeorgio
if I have to do it on my own time.

That won't be necessary.

You've been back in Homicide since 9:00.
Didn't Bressler tell you?

No.

No, I've been down in Records
looking up an old homicide.

Any luck?

Well, I've got 11 names here
of known pimps.

- I think our man's one of them.
- Judson, Maddox, Skidmore.

Shall I tell you my instinct on this?

- Black militants.
- No, it keeps coming up hookers.

The girl shot in the warehouse, this Miki
Waleska, she was a known prostitute.

What we've got here is a
well-organized group of militants...

with enough explosives to blow
San Francisco away...

including L.A.W.S. rockets.

- L.A.W.S. rockets?
- Yeah.

The Army's gonna give us a demonstration
at the firing range in exactly 35 minutes.

I'd like everybody connected
with the case to be there.

I want you to know
what you're up against.

Too much to do. I've already been
checked out on the L.A.W.S. rocket.

Your partner hasn't.

My partner?

Oh, shit.

You know Inspector Moore?

Inspector.

I'll see you both out at the firing range.

Inspector?

Inspector?

Listen, inspector, I realize you were not
particularly overjoyed by this assignment.

- You don't think I'm up to it, do you?
- Right.

All right.

I would like to get one thing straight,
and that is the fact that I'm a woman.

But I consider that fact irrelevant
from now on...

because I will not accept, nor do
I expect, any special consideration.

Marvellous.

The L.A.W.S. rocket,
for all intents and purposes...

a one-shot throwaway
disposable bazooka.

It is a fiberglass tube, 45 inches long...

3 inches in diameter,
which fires a single projectile...

designed to penetrate armor plating up to
the thickness of three-quarters of an inch.

If you've all had a good look at the
rocket, I'll demonstrate how it works.

To fire the rocket,
you first pull this pin...

dropping the rear cover...

then pull.

Your front and rear sights spring up.

Got word from Pathology.

At noon they're posting
that guard that was killed last night.

- Check on it.
- I'll be there.

- Captain?
- Go ahead.

Gentlemen, if you'll keep your eyes
on that half-track...

I'll demonstrate how effective
this weapon can be.

Coming...

inspector?

- Inspector?
- Yeah?

- 13.5 in my gym shorts.
- What?

My time in the hundred.
You asked me at the orals board.

- You think I was picking on you?
- Yes.

- It was nothing personal.
- Right.

I just don't think you know
what we do for a living.

- I'll find out.
- I hope you don't find out the hard way.

How fast do you run the hundred?

Beats me.

I meant to tell you how sorry I am
about your partner.

He's not the first one I've lost.

Yes, I know. Fanducci in '68
and Smith in '72, but it wasn't your fault.

- How'd you know that?
- I checked on your records.

I don't want to get killed
any more than you do.

What's the matter?

Black guy with the briefcase.
I know him from somewhere.

- Tan suit?
- Yeah.

What did he do?

Can't remember. It's not important.

- You ever been to one of these before?
- No.

In that case,
I'd like to suggest you sit out here.

Please don't concern yourself, inspector.

Hello, Harry.

Who's the pretty lady?

That's my partner, Inspector Moore.

- Well, you've missed most of it.
- We got hung up on the firing range.

I've got it on tape for you.
We've just finished the abdominal cavity.

I'm interested in the wound.

The entry wound
was above the right renal area...

between the 9th and 10th rib,
penetrating the chest cavity...

perforating the right lung.

There was also damage
to some of the other vital organs...

pancreas, kidneys, et cetera.

- What kind of a knife was it?
- A long, heavy blade.

We're going into the skull now.

I'd say, educated guess,
it was one of those killing knives...

a Marine Corps bowie
or one of those Special Forces Randalls.

Any bruises about the face?

Indications that the killer clamped his
left hand over the mouth from behind.

- Professional?
- Textbook.

On first exam,
no exterior damage to the skull.

Subject brain shows no
contrecoup-type damage or blood clotting.

Jesus H. Christ, Harry,
come here and look at this.

- It's the damnedest thing I ever saw.
- What's that?

What it says, "Eat at Luigi's."

Welcome to Homicide.

Where are you going? Come here.

Excuse me, I'm with him.

Jesus, I was coming down the hall
to take a leak when this whole thing blew.

Anybody in there?

- No, I don't think so.
- Where you going?

I got a group of kids here,
and some are missing.

- Help him out.
- Me?

- Yeah, help him find them.
- Oh, great, just step out here, will you?

Well, we were lucky this time.

It's getting so you can't
even go to the can in peace.

- Hey, we got them all, they're okay.
- Oh, good.

Hey, you didn't see
anybody go in there...

- before the explosion, did you?
- No.

You sure? Black guy,
with a tan hat and suit, briefcase.

- Hey I did see a guy like that.
- Was he a short guy, about 5'1"?

No, this dude was 6 foot.

That's him.

It was a bomb. I saw who did it.

- Any idea who?
- Looked familiar.

- Inspector...
- Now, just a minute.

- You'd better check the mug shots.
- Inspector...

Honey, do you mind?
We're talking. This is very important.

You better check the mug shots,
we just got another message.

They're asking for 2 million.

- Two?
- I just saw him.

- Who?
- Tan suit, hat and a briefcase.

- Where?
- Right down here.

- Why the hell didn't you tell me?
- Why the hell didn't you ask?

There he is, look!

Jesus!

Damn it.

What the hell's going on here?

What are you doing here?

- Who are you?
- Police officer.

- Speedy, you're under arrest.
- Okay, man.

In the name of God, this is a church!
What are you doing?

I'm a police officer.
This man's under arrest.

Father, I wasn't doing a damn thing.
This guy's just rousting me.

Would it be asking too much
to see some credentials, officer?

This guy runs like a rabbit,
I'm not about to let go.

I'd like to see the credentials right now.

If you insist.

- Callahan, Inspector.
- Well, Callahan...

I think you're a disgrace to this city.

Okay! Nobody move!

Marvellous.

Yeah, I think so.

Hi, Harry. Wait a minute, I'm talking to...

Jesus Christ!

- Give him my best.
- I'll call you back.

Don't worry, it's been disarmed
by the bomb squad.

It's definitely the explosives
out of the Hamilton Firearms works.

Oh, Harry. There are times when
I can only stand you as a human being.

What about the punk?

- You mean the suspect.
- Suspect, my ass.

He isn't talking,
but we've got a make on him.

His name is Henry Lee Caldwell.

And he's a member of
a black-militant group called Uhuru.

- Hey, Pusseau, shelve that.
- Uhuru?

Yeah. It's run by a guy called
Big Ed Mustapha.

Mustapha, down in the Mission District.

I thought that guy looked familiar.
Where's my partner?

She's in the can.

She's been in there
since she found out...

she was packing this thing
in her briefcase all over San Francisco.

Harry, do me a favor.
Go easy on her, huh?

It's her first day
and it's been a damn long one.

Look, she wants to play lumberjack,
she'll have to handle her end of the log.

Okay, I give up. What's this?

This is the Fillmore chapter of the VFW:
Very Few Whites.

I don't suppose it would do any good
to suggest you wait in the car, inspector?

Don't concern yourself, inspector.

Well, well, if it ain't
the mighty whitey and friend.

I'm looking for Big Ed Mustapha.

Sorry, honky, she can stay,
but you got to go.

Yeah, baby, we trying to keep up
the standards. You understand.

- You're not making us feel too welcome.
- You're welcome.

You about as welcome as
a turd in a swimming pool.

Well, lookie here, if it ain't the fuzz.

I'm looking for Ed Mustapha.

- You holding some kind of warrant, honky?
- What I'm holding is Henry Lee Caldwell.

Hey, well, I never heard of him.

Let's see how fast you and the lady fuzz can
get your little white asses out of here.

What is Henry Lee into now?

He's playing with dynamite.
You Mustapha?

Yeah, that's right.

Why don't you just
come into my office here?

Just you.

Don't worry, pig,
we'll see she don't get lonesome.

Well, that's mighty white of you.

Gentlemen, before anybody
does anything uncalled for...

I'd like to point out to you
that I am a police officer.

If you touch me with intent to do
bodily harm, that constitutes a felony.

Callahan.

Where do I know you from?

You don't.

I just know you.

Now, what's Henry Lee been up to, huh?

Telling me you don't know?

He don't come around here,
not for a long time.

Where is he?

He went white.
Why, did he do something else foolish?

Yeah. He and his friends were involved
in a rip-off of the Hamilton Firearms.

Yeah, well, I heard about that.

Would you like to buy into that?

Four counts of murder,
aiding and abetting?

You got the wrong number, boy.
We don't deal in violence.

- What do you deal in?
- Waiting.

For what?

Waiting for all you white honkies...

to blow each other up
so we can move right on in.

Tell me about Henry Lee
and these friends of his.

Some dudes he met in Vietnam. Why?

Anybody on this list here grab you?

Hey, man,
why should I wanna help you, huh?

If you don't, I have to talk to Robbery.
They might be interested in this...

elaborate furnishings you have.

What are you talking about?

"Room 401, Fairmont."

"Rest easy at the Holiday Inn."

Okay, Okay, okay, so?

Maybe they're a little warm.

I tell you what...

one of my boys got busted
on a possession charge.

Now, you get him off,
and forget about my interior decorator...

and I'll see what I can do.

- That's asking a lot.
- You want a lot.

A thing like this can ruin my image.

Well, I'll see what I can do.

What about the list?

Bobby Maxwell.

- He's the main man.
- You know him?

Stone waste of white.

Where can I find him?

I'll check around.

You do that. Much obliged.

Callahan, you're on the wrong side.

How do you figure that?

You put your ass on the line...

for a bunch of dudes who wouldn't
even let you in the door any more...

than they would me.

- I'm not doing it for them.
- Who, then?

You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

- If it's necessary for me to pull this piece...
- Having fun, inspector?

If you're through socializing,
we do have work to do.

Son of a bitch.

If you have some sort of objection
to the way I handled myself in there...

I wish you'd just say so.

I thought I was doing all right.

Marvellous.

All right, Mustapha...

this is Captain McKay
of the San Francisco Police Department.

I'm ordering you to throw down
your weapons and come out peacefully.

You are totally surrounded.

Mustapha, do you hear me?

Come out with your hands raised
over your head.

I don't want to seem ungrateful,
Your Honor.

It's just that I feel
it might be a better idea.

Well, I'm still a little confused.

Now, you and the S.W.A.T. team
made the arrest...

but you want the credit to go
to Inspectors Moore and Callahan?

Your Honor, I just felt
it might be a better tactic...

politically, what with
the election coming up soon...

to show how your new guidelines for
women in the police department worked.

Sort of an "I told you so" situation,
if you know what I mean, sir.

Yes, I see. It's an excellent idea.
What do you think, Jimmy?

Yes, sir. I couldn't agree more.

You have proved to be quite an asset...

to the department
and to this administration.

Thank you, sir.

Mr. Mayor, the presentation of the
commendation starts in five minutes.

- I think we'd better get going, sir.
- Thank you, Jimmy.

Off the record,
there are going to be some changes...

in the department after the election,
and you'll figure greatly in my plans.

I'm sure you'll make
the right decision, sir.

Do you have any comments on the
arrest of the black militants yesterday?

Later, Jim, later.

Now, as mayor of San Francisco,
I want to make it official.

This is one hell of a cop.
And here come a couple more.

Good morning. Right this way.

Lieutenant Bressler, Inspector Moore,
move along toward the stairs.

Mr. Mayor, would you join them?
Captain McKay?

We're gonna have
some photographs taken here.

- Is this all right, Mr. Mayor?
- Yes.

Would you kindly move in
just a little tighter?

Here we are, gentlemen, the two inspectors
who made the Mustapha arrest.

This is Inspector Moore and Callahan.

Boys, how about one with
the mayor and Inspector Moore?

Captain McKay, can you switch places
with Inspector Moore?

Sure.

Move in nice and close.

And, Callahan, you get in there too.

We're ready.

Inspector Moore is one of the first
of her sex in the whole country...

to become a full-time
homicide investigator.

And we are very proud of her
stunning professionalism.

All right. Thank you very much.

Jimmy, let me have some time
with these people, all right?

Certainly. Could we move off
rather quickly to the right?

We'll see each other at the conference.

Now, anybody here have
the letters of commendation?

- Jimmy?
- Yes, sir?

- Who's got the letters?
- Oh, right here, sir.

- Wait a minute, what's this?
- These are some form letters.

They'll do. Just so you hand them
something for the cameras.

Well, all right.

Thank you, Jimmy.

The mayor will introduce you,
hand you your letters of commendation...

and then you each move off
to the left out of camera.

And then I'm going to
take this opportunity...

to deliver a few boots in the rear...

to those people who think the department
has gone to hell in a hand basket...

under this administration.

- Two minutes, Mr. Mayor.
- Thank you. Well, ready? Let's go.

- Just one minute, Mr. Mayor.
- Harry.

Would you mind telling me
what these Commendations are for?

- This can wait until after the broadcast.
- No, it can't.

All right, just watch it, Callahan.

It's all right. The inspector has a right
to know what he's being commended for.

Specifically, it's for your part in
smashing a group of terrorists...

who were trying to blackmail
San Francisco out of 2 million dollars.

Let's look at...

If you're talking about Mustapha,
nobody smashed anything.

- What?
- I made a deal with Mustapha.

He was gonna help me find them.

- Another thing, Moore and I weren't there.
- What's he talking about?

Doesn't it bother anybody
that there were no weapons found?

We'll find them.

They're still out there.
They're gonna blow hell out of the city.

And you're telling everybody
how great we are.

All right, Callahan, button your lip.

You wanna jerk these people off, you can.
But don't do it with me.

That's it, Callahan. You just got
yourself a 60-day suspension.

- Make it 90.
- 180. Give me your star.

Here's a seven-point suppository,
captain.

- What did you say?
- I said stick it in your ass.

- Mr. Mayor, you're on.
- Yeah, I know, Jimmy, I know.

I'll have to go down there and...

Go down there and jerk them off.

Inspector!

Inspector Callahan!

Damn it, Harry, slow down!

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Why aren't you up there getting
your commendation?

- You don't give up, do you?
- Sometimes.

Not you.

What makes you think so?

Woman's intuition.

Listen, Harry, if you need anything
or if there's anything I can do...

access to records or files...

anything, call me up.

I might just do that.

Fine.

Any time.

- Come on, take a walk.
- All right.

I was wondering if I'll still have a job
when I get back there.

What difference does it make?

What do you wanna be
a cop for, anyway?

Why aren't you married and having kids
like everybody else?

Why aren't you?

Nobody in their right mind's asking.

- Coitus interruptus.
- I beg your pardon?

Oh, Coit Tower.
It's vaguely phallic, don't you think?

Never thought of it that way.

I make up names for things.

For instance, you are "Cold, Bold Callahan"
with his great big .44.

Every other cop in this city is satisfied
with a .38 or a .357.

What do you have to
carry that cannon for?

So I hit what I aim at, that's why.

.357 is a good weapon,
but I've seen .38's...

careen off Windshields.
No good in a city like this.

I see. So it's for the penetration.

Does everything have
a sexual connotation with you?

Only sometimes.

Want to go have a few beers?

(Okay.)'-

You've got a lot of nerve
the way you talk to the mayor.

And McKay.

Besides being wrong, they're stupid.

They arrested the wrong guy,
but their egos won't let them admit it.

- You mean Mustapha.
- Yeah.

I had a deal with Mustapha.

He put me onto Bobby Maxwell,
that's the guy who knifed DiGeorgio.

Where can we find Maxwell?

We can't now with Mustapha busted,
can we?

Maxwell's a prime candidate,
he's a real tough cookie.

Was in Vietnam, likes combat.

He was busted out of the service
on a Section Eight.

We're good citizens.
Why don't we post Mustapha's bail?

Not a bad idea.

Big question is,
will he work with us now?

Wanna have a couple of beers?

Why didn't I think of that?

Only good thing they had
is apple juice.

- Anything's okay.
- Here.

I'm sorry.

You like fishing?

I have an Auntie Kate.
I'm called after her.

When I was a little girl,
she had kind of a ranch up in Oroville.

We used to fish together.
I'd even bait my own hooks.

Is that what they call you? Kate?

That or Inspector Moore.

Well, Inspector Moore, I don't like
to get too friendly with partners.

I know. I mean, I understand.

Kate...

whoever draws you as a partner
could do a hell of a lot worse.

Make him pay up.
That's 10 you owe him.

Mr. Mayor, I think if we want to beat
the crowd, we should leave now.

You think so, huh?
Yeah, you may be right.

Well, I'll see you, Karl.

You don't have to come with us.

- Take over, fellas.
- Take it easy, fellas.

- Here, you hold on to this.
- Sure thing. Take it easy.

- Hey, nice to see you.
- We are running a little late, sir.

- Mr. Mayor, please come along. Bye-bye.
- How you doing?

All right, talk to me.

He's on his way. Beautiful.

- Everything set?
- I'm ready.

Hi there.

Oh, hello there, young lady.
What can I do for you?

Raise the bridge.

Raise the bridge?

Are you kidding?

And when I tell you to.

I wish we could've stayed.

I think the Giants are gonna
finally win one.

Well, I don't know, Mr. Mayor.

Looks like it was gonna end up
as a no-hitter.

Besides, you do have
the testimonial this evening.

Oh, God, testimonials.
They never end, do they?

Lalo, give me the Taser gun.

Karl?

Man, this thing looks like something
from a James Bond movie.

Sure it'll work?

Karl, there's 25,000 volts in this thing.

Even the fat boy's gonna do
what we want once we hook him up to it.

Okay, Tex.

Raise it.

Wait a minute. What the hell?
Dave, get me out of this.

Don't hit the mayor, god-damn it!

Who the hell are you?
What do you want?

You.

Get away from me, you son of a bitch.
I'm not going anywhere with you.

The hell you aren't.

All I know is we're still trying to get details,
and as they come in we'll get them to you.

- Somebody said the mayor was killed.
- That was the first report.

Later, we heard he was kidnapped.
We don't know.

There's something very heavy
going on in China Basin.

Listen, I gotta go. Thanks for calling.

You're rapping with Bubba, go ahead.

The mayor of this pig city
has been taken prisoner of war...

by the People's
Revolutionary Strike Force.

Everybody's a comedian tonight.
Look, this is very serious.

Look, I'm leaving a tape of our demands
in the phone booth across the street.

Power to the people.

Okay, we're gonna do a little music
and I'll be right back.

Harry?

- What can I do for you?
- We've gotta talk.

Go right ahead.

I want all the information
that you have on this case, Callahan.

You've got them.
Black militants, remember?

Come on, Harry, so we were wrong.

- I'll handle this one.
- No. We play as a team.

As I remember, the last time we played
as a team I got the cue stuck in my ass.

Harry, we just got a tape.
This time, they're asking for 5 mil.

- Or?
- Or they send back the mayor in pieces.

The negotiations are
at a crucial point right now.

What are you gonna do,
pay the bastards?

Well, the mayor's family is loaded,
they can afford it.

What about the people who were killed?
Or isn't that against the law?

We're not debating the point.
I'm telling you you're out of it.

What you're telling me...

is anyone who's got balls enough to grab
a hostage, they'll do it and can walk away.

I'm telling you you're out of it.

And if I hear otherwise,
you're finished as a cop in San Francisco.

Now, I want every bit of information
that you've got on this case, every lead.

Is that clear?

- May I make a statement, McKay?
- Go ahead.

Your mouthwash ain't making it.

Callahan...

you got any more
surprises for me today?

What do you mean?

I mean, are you and McKay
gonna throw another one of those...

paddy-wagon parties for me?

Frigging McKay.
He's something, isn't he?

I want a line on this
Revolutionary Strike Force.

- You gots to be kidding.
- No, I'm not kidding.

If you don't,
I'll let it out that you're an ear.

Hey, hey, don't say that, not even joking.

Who's joking?

You really are a dirty bastard,
ain't you, Harry?

The dirtiest.

Word has it that Bobby Maxwell
and his chick, Wanda...

are running around with dudes
who call themselves...

the People's Revolutionary
Strike Force.

"Call themselves"?

Oh, yeah. They don't believe in that shit.

They're interested in the bread,
that's where their head's at.

Where do I find this Wanda?

She's a tall brunette,
works at Tiffany's on Broadway.

Thanks.

Callahan.

Do them in.

Oh, you can count on that.

Hi there.

- Is this Tiffany's?
- Like the sign says.

My name is Larry Dickman.

My brother was here last week,
tall fella, balding?

Remember him well.

- Has a gold tooth right in front?
- That's him.

You know what I bet you'd like?

I bet you'd like to learn
the love tussle.

Well, gee, that sounds swell,
but I was looking for a certain girl.

We got a whole bunch of them,
warm and willing.

- Her name's Wanda.
- Anybody you want.

My brother says she's terrific.

- Can I trust you?
- Yeah.

What it is, is $75.

- Seventy-five?
- Of course, that includes...

We're not supposed to do this,
you understand, because the heat is on.

But seeing your brother was here...

the 75 includes
personal instructions...

in 32 positions of lovemaking.

That many?

Seventy-five, you pay me first.

Oh, yeah.

Right this way.

What's this?

You've heard of a tackling dummy?
Well, it's the same principle.

I see, for $75 you get to make it
with a rubber dolly.

Thirty-two ways.

Any objections?

Well, is there one where
the man gets on top?

That's 33.

Just take your duds off, honey.
I'll send your teacher in.

- Hi there.
- You're not Wanda.

These are the breaks. Needs air.

Can't hump a limp dummy, I always say.

Speaking of limp dummies,
don't you think you better strip?

Where's Wanda?

Beats the hell out of me, Torn.

I'll ask you just one last time.

- Where's Wanda?
- I don't know, man, I don't know.

She left here a couple of weeks ago.

Well, ask Buchinski.
He runs the whole damn street.

- Where do I find this Buchinski?
- Down the hall to the right.

That's right, nearer my God to thee.

That's why Brother Bob is here.

Brother Bob is here to bring you
nearer to the Lord.

Bring you nearer to the Man
to save your soul.

Salvation is where it's at, brothers.

- Buchinski.
- You're trespassing. This is private property.

- You a lawyer?
- Yes, I am. Now whoever you are...

I'm looking for a tall brunette
named Wanda.

I wanna tell you something, punk.
This is a protected operation.

You can end up with
your balls in spaghetti sauce.

You got a lot of clout
with the syndicate, huh?

Enough to blow you away with one
phone call. Now get the hell out of here.

Tell you what you are to me, little man.

You're just a maggot
who sells dirty pictures.

Why, you...

- Wanda. Where is she?
- Go to hell.

- One more time. Wanda?
- All right, all right.

She quit a couple of weeks ago,
that's all I know.

She got religion.

- What do you mean?
- Hanging around that church on Garvey.

Is it true you've received another tape...

from the People's Revolutionary
Strike Force?

- Yes, we have.
- Is the mayor all right?

We have been assured
that he's all right...

but there won't be any payment
or arrangement for transportation...

until we have seen the mayor
with our own eyes.

- Then you're letting the kidnappers go?
- That is the agreement.

- Any idea where they are?
- Not yet.

We should get
one more message this evening.

Excuse me, I've got work to do.

Lieutenant Bressler,
is Inspector Callahan off this case?

Sorry, no more questions.
No more questions.

- What do you have?
- I got the priest, John Voss.

Father John. Very militant,
very big in prison reform.

He runs rehabilitation seminars
in prisons around here.

This is a list of the prisons.

This is a list of the prisoners
that took the seminar in San Quentin.

Bobby Maxell never missed a session.

- You wait here.
- Wait, wait.

The latest ransom tape
mentioned Fessenheim again.

And what does that mean?

Last year, two bombs were exploded at
a nuclear plant near Fessenheim, France.

Well, how about that?

The body of Christ.

The body of Christ.

The body...

Remember me, Father?

Oh, yeah.

What is it you want, Callahan?

I'd like to talk to you
about Bobby Maxwell.

Then get a warrant.

- Just a minute.
- I thought I made it clear to you, officer.

I have nothing whatsoever to say to you.

And what right do you have to come in here
and harass me in my church?

- Is that a confessional over there?
- You wanna make a confession?

You first.

Where the hell's Maxwell?

God just might forgive you for this,
but I...

Why are you protecting them?
Know how many they've killed?

Sacrifices have to be made, mister.

- These people are at war!
- So am I.

How dare you pull a gun
in the house of God.

If you don't believe in the sanctity...

I don't have time to argue
religion with you, boy.

Look at her hands!
Look at her hands!

- There wasn't supposed to be any killing.
- Ls she dead?

I closed my eyes to this.

Father in heaven, help me.

You can't close your eyes anymore.

Now, where's Maxwell?

Alcatraz.

A place to hole up.

I don't suppose it would do
any good to suggest...

Forget it.

No further communications
have been received...

Nothing. You sure Wanda
got those tapes to the cops?

Bobby, I don't know.

I don't know. I wasn't with her.

- If you didn't think she could...
- Shut up!

- What are you doing here?
- Having a cup of coffee.

Can't you see it's no trespassing?

Get the hell out of here!

Jesus Christ, man,
get your ass out there!

Lalo, let's get the mayor.
We'll bring him in here and hole out.

I'll get the bar.
Get that son of a bitch out of there.

Freeze!

All right, let him go. Let him go.

Move over there, Your Honor.

That's fine.

Okay, now I want you very slowly...

to put down that weapon...

and then on the deck
and spread your legs.

Are you kidding me?

You laugh at me, you bastard,
and I'll shoot you where you stand.

Let's go, Your Honor. Let's go!

Let's get out of here.
Now, speed, Your Honor.

Stay with me.

Hold it, hold it.

Just take it very easy.

You relax, do just as I say,
and I'll get you home, all right'?

- Yeah.
- All right, take it slow.

Wait a minute.

Here we go.

Harry, look out!

Oh, Harry, I messed up.

You did just fine, ma'am.
Let me get you out of here.

Don't concern yourself, Harry.

Get him.

You can count on it.

Maxwell!

You fucking fruit.

Get up there!

Get up, move!

Karl! Tex!

Karl!

Karl!

Oh, God!

Callahan.
Callahan, God, you saved my life.

I'll never be able to thank you.
I've never be able to tell you...

There'll be a letter of commendation
there for you. Don't you worry.

Callahan. Callahan.

The chopper's here.

Don't you want to take a ride...?

Maxwell.

Bobby Maxwell,
this is Captain McKay speaking.

We have your money.

The plane is waiting for you
at the airport.

We have acceded to all your demands...

so release the mayor.

The pilot of this helicopter will
fly you and your men to safety.