Dirty Harry 2: Magnum Force Page #3

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They stick together like fly paper.

Everybody thought

they were queer for each other.

I'll tell you something,

if the rest of you could shoot like them...

I wouldn't care

if the whole damn department was queer.

Excuse me, it's very important.

What do you think you're doing?

1000 O'Farrell.

We're not going to get there

unless you keep your eyes on the road.

Right on. 1000 O'Farrell.

Too bad you're not on welfare.

I'd give you a freebie.

Drive.

- Sidney, I was just on my way to see you.

- Where to?

- Just keep on going until I tell you to stop.

- Yes, sir.

Drop that flag.

- You're on your way to see me?

- Yes, Sidney, honest.

How come you didn't come by the crib?

- Well...

- Don't sh*t me.

I wouldn't do that.

- I've been waiting for you for one week.

- I've been working the convention.

- No telephones in that hotel?

- I've been working like hell, you know?

Let me show you.

- See? It's all here, all I got.

- All?

Looks like you've been

holding out on me.

No, I haven't. I've been straight

with you, Sidney. You know me.

Damn right I know you. Let's see

how much there is in the titty bank.

Hello, Mr. Green.

Check out the snatch bank too.

Damn right I know you.

I was gonna give it all to you,

but you didn't give me a chance.

B*tch, you had your chance.

I was your last chance.

Everybody else in town

threw your black ass out.

Help me!

Oh, God, no!

Good day, sir.

Is this car registered to you?

Yes, sir. This is my car.

You must be new. You know who I am?

I'll still have to see your license

and registration, sir.

I believe you were speeding

coming across the bridge.

Hi.

Hi.

What's your name?

Sunny.

I've been living here for six months now.

It's funny I've never met you before.

Well, I work a lot.

I know.

- You're the cop who lives upstairs.

- That's right.

Mind if I ask you a question?

No, go ahead.

What does a girl have to do

to go to bed with you?

Try knocking on the door.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Do you always live in the dark?

Well, you meet a better class of people

in the dark sometimes. Come on in.

Sit down.

- Yeah.

- Harry, this is Briggs. Are you alone?

No, actually,

I'm entertaining a young lady friend.

Put your pants back on, Callahan,

and come to the city morgue right away.

The morgue? What the hell for, Briggs?

I'm not on Homicide anymore.

I'm a stakeout man now, remember?

Not anymore, Callahan.

You and your partner

are back on Homicide.

This is a little dramatic, isn't

it, Briggs? Not your usual style.

It's meant to be, Callahan.

This thing might be bigger

than even we think it is.

Hijacking and gambling.

Trucking.

Narcotics and prostitution.

This is the cream in the bottle.

Someone wants

to put the courts out of business.

So far, you've said nothing wrong.

This one just came in an hour ago.

Somebody wants it all.

This guy was just a pimp.

That's one of his girls.

How did she get it?

Sometime before he got hit, he poured

a can of drain cleaner down her throat.

That shows a certain sense of style.

You're all heart, Callahan.

Am I gonna have to have him

leaning over my shoulder?

You work with Briggs on this, Callahan.

But if you ever lean out of line, so help

me, I'll flop you lower than whale sh*t.

Speaking of whale sh*t,

what have you turned up, 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

in 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.

- Who was the officer on this one?

- A patrolman, Sweet.

Wasn't it, Briggs?

Sweet seems like a good man.

I'll get on the ballistic reports

first thing in the morning.

We ran all the slugs through ballistics.

We'll never see those guns.

It was too professional,

you're wasting your time.

Well, it takes me time, Briggs.

A man has to know his limitations.

Warm enough?

You're my first cop.

Guess that'll be two firsts tonight,

won't it?

What do the others look like?

The gun was a .357 Magnum.

The other bullets are all too deformed

to do us any good.

Hollow points, fired point-blank, you know.

We were lucky to get these two.

I found them in the pimp's car.

.357 Magnum?

Maybe it's a cop. Maybe it's Harry.

Nobody hates hoodlums

as much as he does.

Whoever it is, he enjoys it.

It's possible the man was dead

with the first shot.

The others were thrown in

just for good measure.

- He unloaded a whole magazine into him.

- One big mothering hole, huh?

Well, everybody has to pay something.

He would have to be standing right here,

this close...

point-blank range.

The driver's license

and the $100 bill were out.

Almost like he was showing it

to a traffic cop.

Yeah.

From what we have, it figures somebody

to be impersonating a police officer.

On the cars, at least.

It's been done before.

This close, it would have to be

somebody he would never recognize.

Or never suspect.

Lou Guzman, ex-meat lugger

with a first-grade education.

He started working for the old boss

of bosses as a hitter.

He controls narcotics state-wide,

and now dabbles in prostitution...

has big friends everywhere.

I want Casale and DiGiorgio on him.

Next. Thank you.

This one is for your special talents,

Callahan.

Frank Palancio.

Two hundred and twelve pounds.

Indicted for murder 23 times,

no convictions.

Complains about his health now.

Suffers from ulcers, migraine headaches.

Dangerously violent.

At one point,

he was Ricca's principle assassin.

If you mix it with him, he won't back off.

He's all yours, Callahan.

That's very nice, lieutenant,

but I don't think Palancio...

I want you on him, Callahan.

I'd bust Palancio for stepping

on a crack on the sidewalk if I could...

but this isn't his style.

Not the cars anyway, it's too direct.

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.

Conviction?

He's liable to be your next victim.

What are you asking for, lieutenant?

I'm not asking you to follow him, inspector.

For the last goddamn time, I'm telling you.

Next.

Nick Royale, Palancio's number-one hitter.

He's had good training.

What's happening?

Nothing, just a lot of peeping and

checking, checking and peeping.

I knew an old boy once

who used to keep pigs under his bed.

Pigs? The eating kind?

The eating kind.

Is all you ever think of your stomach?

That's very interesting,

but I think we better get going.

Yeah.

- They're splitting up. Which one, Harry?

- We'll stay with these two.

Across the bridge,

it's out of our jurisdiction.

Yeah.

Well?

Stick with the money.

Pull over and stop.

What are you trying to do?

He doesn't even know we're cops.

He may panic, and besides,

we don't belong over here anyway.

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