Dirty Harry 4: Sudden Impact Page #2

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I ought to bust your ass down to Traffic.

Or better yet, kick it off the force.

You're a dinosaur, Callahan,

your ideas don't fit today.

Just what ideas are these?

That murder's a crime?

That it shouldn't be punished?

Don't you lecture me, you son of a b*tch.

Do you know who you're talking to?

You know my record?

Yes, you're a legend in your own mind.

Goddamn you, Callahan.

Gentlemen, that's enough.

Inspector, your methods

are unconventional, to say the least.

You get results.

But often your successes are more costly

to the city and this department...

...in terms of publicity and destruction

than most other men's failures.

The press will have a field day

with this latest escapade.

There may be further civil

and legal repercussions.

There may be attempts at retaliation.

I think it would be wise

if the lnspector took some time off.

Are you suspending me, sir?

No, I'm suggesting you take a vacation

until this cools off.

I'm not up for vacation.

Callahan, I'm not going to fence with you.

Take a few days off.

Harry, a couple of days.

Think things over, Callahan.

Get with it.

It's a whole new ball game these days.

Funny, I never thought of it as a game.

I examined your sister Elizabeth...

...and I tested her again yesterday.

There haven't been any changes.

The computerized tomogram

doesn't show any evidence...

...of a chronic subdural hematoma.

Physically, she's in good condition.

But she remains in this vegetative state

that we've been unable to penetrate.

We can't even get

a primitive startle response out of her.

Now, we're going to keep trying,

we're always hopeful.

You should be, too.

Hi, baby.

It's me.

Jen.

I missed you.

Beth?

I saw one of them.

He just appeared on the street

in front of me.

At first I thought I was having

some horrible vision.

But, no, he was there.

Older, uglier.

I followed him.

For days I watched him.

Then I bought a gun.

I followed him to a bar.

I let him pick me up.

Let him drive me to a deserted spot.

Let him think....

It was like I was...

...outside myself.

Above me, looking down.

Then he touched me.

And I killed him.

Beth?

I love you.

-Hell of a way to spend the night off, Harry.

-Are you joining in the act, too?

No, for Christ's sake. Back off a little.

I'm worried about your ass.

You'll get it shot off or kicked out of here.

So, what else is new?

These bastards are not a bunch of junkies.

In their minds, you killed Threlkis,

same as if you pulled the trigger.

They won't stop.

They'll keep coming after you.

Good, that way we'll know where they are.

You're incredible, Callahan.

You're also on vacation as of right now.

I'm not up for vacation.

You are, damn it. I just put you up.

Now go grab yourself some R and R,

and stay out of trouble.

You hear me, Callahan?

Peace and quiet!

Good morning, Horace.

Sweet Sister Sadie,

where the hell did you get that?

I've had it a while.

I just thought I'd get used to it.

I heard about the car.

Fabulous, coming after you in tanks.

Yeah, they're making those these days.

For sheiks and business executives, hoods.

Impregnable to about anything

but artillery.

Well, you got that covered.

Not bad.

Not bad, my ass!

You've got to strain the remains

for the fingerprints.

Well, this is the.44 Magnum Auto-Mag.

It holds a 300-grain cartridge.

And, if properly used,

it can remove the fingerprints.

I heard you got a vacation.

I know just the place for you to go.

-You've got that wrong.

-You don't have a choice.

I think maybe I do.

Are you thinking about quitting?

I might just do that.

Look at your feel.

Look at what you did up there.

Well, it's not quite good enough.

You can't quit,

that's where we're at, okay, jamf?

What's the brass going to do?

What'll they do about their ulcers?

Who are they going to complain to?

And the PR men kissing ass,

ass that you kicked.

You ain't nothing but a cop.

That's all you've been

and all you'll ever be...

...jamf.

Thank you, Doctor.

Listen, when you get cut...

...you'll bleed P.D. blue, jamf.

What the hell's a "jamf"?

-That means you're a jive-ass mother--

-Forget I asked.

Almost there.

I hope the house is suitable.

It's a bit deserted out there in West Cliff.

I thought you'd appreciate the solitude,

as you seek inspiration and all that.

The house is lovely.

I've left the fridge

and the cupboard stocked for you.

And there's firewood for a fire.

Let's see, here are the keys...

...for the carousel house.

Everything you need should be right here.

But if you have any additional wants,

we have an account in Dunstan's.

Thank you.

I can't tell you how really happy we are...

...that you're taking over this work

for the Historical Society.

Because your work is so impressive...

...and so impeccably authentic.

I do my research.

It must give you

a great feeling of satisfaction...

...to make old ugly things right again.

Yes, sometimes it does.

Do you like what I brought you, baby?

Show them that you like it.

Don't forget,

I get my shot at the other one.

Come on, Alby.

What are you, queer?

There he is.

-We'll show you what dog sh*t is, Callahan!

-Come on. Let's go kick some ass.

There he is! We've got him!

So that's your idea of rest and recreation?

What is wrong with you?

Briggs has gone berserk

and the Commissioner's climbing my ass.

I'm sorry to hear about that.

Can't you do anything the easy way?

-Am I on the job or not?

-Yes, you are.

Good. Then I'll get to it.

It's not what you're thinking.

You remember that cock-shot stiff

out by the cliff house?

He's been in the city a few years,

mostly clean, but definitely shady.

He looks small-time, but who knows?

Maybe he just never got caught.

He came from San Paulo, born and raised.

I want you to go there and find out

what you can about his background.

What is this crap?

It's a murder case, Harry.

And you're shipping me out.

Damn it, Callahan, I'm doing you a favor.

You are a walking frigging combat zone.

People have a nasty habit

of getting dead around you.

I don't want any civilians taking the fall.

You want to work? Fine. Work.

You've got your assignment.

Get the hell out of here and get on with it.

Take all the time you need.

You don't have to hurry back.

Maybe the salt air will agree with you.

Any comments?

Swell.

Freeze!

Around the corner!

What's the matter with you?

You trying to kill someone?

Police officer in pursuit

of a robbery suspect.

Hang on.

-Shag his ass, son!

-Get that sucker!

I guess I'd better read you your rights.

Best damn day trip I've had

since they dropped me in that damn home.

So...

...you're the famous Harry Callahan.

I'm going to make this short and sweet.

I'm only going to say it once.

We don't need any big city hotshot

to come here...

...and show us dumb yokels

how to do our business.

We know how to do our business,

so you keep your nose out of it.

You read me, Harry?

Aye, aye, sir.

Easy, boy.

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