Dirty Harry 4: Sudden Impact Page #3

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Horace, you son of a b*tch.

Swell.

Damn, Meathead.

What did you call me?

I was talking to the dog.

-ls that your dog?

-Yes.

Why? Do you want him?

If you can't control him, get a leash.

There are laws.

Quiet!

You seem to be all right.

I'm fine, but you better get it together.

Quiet!

This way, lnspector.

This is it, lnspector.

The coffee room's down the hall,

the john's on the other side of it.

And if that's all,

I think I'll get back to work.

Nice work yesterday, lnspector.

It was me.

You saved my life.

Thanks.

Right.

If there's anything....

-Can I help you?

-Draft.

My game! My game! You son of a b*tch.

Come on, d*ckhead.

Fork over the bucks

before I kick your nuts up in your nose!

I don't have any bucks, Ray.

I've just pissed them away.

What about you?

Pull something out of your pants

besides your wet string!

I don't have nothing, Ray.

We've been here all day...

...and they won't run us no more tab.

Give me what you got, twat-lips,

before I give your face its first period.

You want to go a couple of chugalugs

for some scratch?

What about us?

Suck my ass with a straw!

-How about it, Kruger, what do you say?

-I'm out of here.

Sh*t, Kruger!

You're good for sh*t anymore.

I don't know what's happened to you.

Hey.

Hi, cutie.

Want to buy me a drink?

Not today.

Come on, sailor.

I know there's some question

you want to ask me.

Go ahead. You might get lucky.

Only with humans.

Looking for trouble, pal?

I'm looking for friends of George Wilburn's.

-Are you a cop?

-What did he do?

He lost his balls. He got killed.

-Turn it off.

-What?

You don't remember, do you?

Remember what?

My sister and I will never forget.

One night...

...Iong ago...

...under the boardwalk.

Remember?

Looks like I owe you one, Meathead.

-lnspector, what are you--

-Where's Jannings?

He's out at Buckman Cove.

Some fishermen discovered a body there.

Jannings personally checks

on every corpse that turns up?

No, sir. But this was clearly a murder.

Off the record, sir.

The victim was shot twice.

Once in the head, once in the genitals.

Maybe we should go in the outer office.

Do you know anyone in this picture?

Not really.

I think they're just friends

of the Chief's son.

What about this girl?

The dyke? Yeah.

Everybody knows Ray Parkins.

She's nothing, she's just a local. Why?

She looked familiar. I thought

I'd brushed across her somewhere.

Well, it's pretty hard

not to brush across her in San Paulo.

Why didn't you call me?

Just who are you, that I should call you?

What went on at your hotel this morning?

What do you make of this?

You tell me, Mr. Big-City-lnspector.

Everywhere you go, something

gets smashed, or someone gets killed.

And I don't like it. And I don't like you.

So, you just finish your research

and get out of my town.

It's more than research now.

Either you're too stupid

or too pigheaded to realize that.

Get out of here.

The M.O.'s the same.

Ballistics will l.D. the bullet

as coming from the same gun.

You're not going to do anything

but get your ass out of here!

I mean, right this damn minute...

...or I'll swear to Jesus I'll lock you up!

I thought I told you

I don't want you in my store.

I've got to talk to you,

you stuck-up a**hole.

We've got nothing to say to each other.

You hear the radio?

Leave my store.

Kruger's dead.

They found him this morning.

He had his balls splattered

all over the front of his pants.

I don't care, Ray.

Same thing happened to Wilburn

up in San Francisco.

Wilburn?

Remember him?

He's dead.

That's twice I don't care.

Well, you better care, prick!

-I think she's come back.

-Who?

Don't try to pretend with me,

you hypocritical sh*t!

You dipped your wick

just like the rest of them.

Will you shut your mouth?

You evil witch!

What's the matter,

afraid somebody's going to hear?

Afraid you'll lose some of your customers

if they find out?

There's nothing to find out.

You make me want to puke!

I'm going to call Mick.

You do what you want.

But you keep that psycho bastard

away from me.

I'll tell him you said that.

Watch them real good!

And be prepared...

...boy scout.

Now, see.

Just like I told you.

You hurt me this time,

and it will be your last, you bastard.

Hurt you, babe? What do you take me for?

Let me up.

Sure, babe, sure.

In a minute.

Say it first.

Say it!

-Mickey.

-Yes.

Baby.

You're so beautiful.

-I want you, Mickey.

-I want you more, my baby.

I want you bad.

You're so strong.

You're everything a man should be.

Baby, that's right.

Keep talking, baby. Come on.

-Don't stop now, b*tch!

-I can't! The phone!

Who the f*** is this?

Well...

...how do?

Getting near my time to call you.

I like it like this.

Maybe we'll just keep it this way,

since you know how to find me.

That so?

We'll just have to do something about that,

won't we?

Yes?

Horace, I'd like you to do me a favor.

Could you get me the ballistics

on the Wilburn killing?

The what?

I got him. Almost as ugly as you are.

He does have his good points, though.

Could you wire that report

first thing in the morning?

Listen, you just keep your ass covered

until I can get this arranged, okay?

Thanks.

Kruger.

Okay.

-But, Jesus, if Chief Jannings finds out....

-He won't.

Just get me the information

any way you can.

The names, where they are,

where they work.

It won't be easy, lnspector.

I don't dare risk taking that photo

off his wall.

One other thing,

could you get me Kruger's sheet?

Anything else?

Just the address.

Mrs. Kruger?

-Can I have a word with you?

-You from the insurance company, pal?

No.

Then, if you don't want to buy some fish,

get your ass out of here.

Mrs. Kruger, my name is Callahan.

You got sh*t in your ears, buddy?

I'd like to ask you a few questions

about your late husband.

That lousy son of a b*tch?

He leaves me nothing.

I'm up to my ass in bills.

He let the insurance run out.

Then he gets killed

looking at dirty pictures...

...when he ain't even touched me

in months, the bastard.

Can't you see our sister's in mourning?

Why don't you get the hell out of here?

Why don't you boys

go suck some fish heads?

Don't even think about it.

Well, I'll come back...

...when you're less bereaved.

You've come a long way.

Somebody told us to get it together.

I have a feeling you've heard that before.

Sorry if I was a little gruff the other day...

...but you and your friend

did take me by surprise.

Well, buy me a beer, and we'll call it even.

Stay, Meathead.

Waiter, a beer for Mister....

Callahan.

-And another for me, please.

-I'll have that right here for you.

I'm Jennifer Spencer.

So, how's police business?

What makes you think I'm a cop?

I saw the commotion here the other day.

You're either a cop

or a public enemy number one.

Some people might say both.

Really? Who?

Bozos with big brass nameplates

on their desks...

...and asses the shape

of the seat of their chairs.

Why?

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