Dirty Harry 4: Sudden Impact Page #4

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It's a question of methods.

Everybody wants results...

...but nobody wants to do

what they have to do to get them done.

And you do?

I do what I have to do.

I'm glad, Callahan.

But, you know,

you're an endangered species.

This is the age of lapsed responsibilities

and defeated justice.

Today, "An eye for an eye" means:

"Only if you're caught."

Even then,

it's an indefinite postponement...

...and, "Let's settle out of court."

Does that sound profound or just boring?

Sorry, I'm sure you get that sort of thing

all the time.

No, I don't hear it enough.

Well, I promise to adjourn Philosophy 101.

What do you do for a living?

I paint.

Paint?

Houses, cars, what?

Horses.

Horses?

Hobby horses.

I'm restoring the carousel here.

Somehow you don't seem like

the typical San Paulo policeman.

I'm not.

-Typical?

-San Paulo.

San Francisco P.D., Homicide.

Don't tell me this is your idea

of a vacation.

No, I'm down here on a case.

Just gathering information in general.

Anything interesting?

It's coming around.

Got any theories?

Somebody's doing some killing

and I have a hunch it's going to go on.

-A psycho?

-Probably.

Of course, it could be somebody

just collecting on a debt.

Revenge?

The oldest motivation known to mankind.

You don't approve?

Till it breaks the law.

You gonna want another one of these?

No, I work early.

-I'll get that.

-No, no.

A deal's a deal.

-Good night.

-Good night.

Hey, mister, is that your dog?

Why, you want him?

Swell.

The witch was right.

It is you.

Put down the gun.

Now, look.

You have to understand something.

It was a long time ago.

It was 10 years ago.

I was just a kid.

I didn't mean anything by it.

I know it was wrong.

But I was drunk.

I didn't even know what I was doing!

I'm a businessman now.

I'm making money.

I can give you some of it.

You need money, right?

Please.

It wasn't my fault.

The others made me do it.

Don't make me beg.

It wasn't that bad, was it?

Not bad enough to kill me for.

People assault every day.

They give it away!

Christ, don't.

Please.

Don't shoot me.

Come in.

Close the door.

Sit down.

It's for you.

Harry, what's going on down there?

Jannings is bending

the Commissioner's ear.

He's a good guy.

Go easy with him, will you?

Harry, you don't have

a hell of a lot of friends upstairs.

Don't screw yourself, okay?

Understand?

No, I don't understand...

...at all.

Here's the ballistic reports

for the Kruger and the Wilburn killing.

I think you'll find they match up perfectly.

So, that's the story, kid.

So, our little college honey

is collecting dues?

You got it.

-So, what are we going to do?

-We snuff her.

This town's got thousands of people.

Maybe she's not even staying here.

How do we find her?

We don't.

-What do you mean?

-We wait.

She's coming after you, too,

sometime, right?

I suppose.

Well, we'll be here.

Make her feel real welcome.

Well, what about Tyrone and Alby?

I don't give a f*** about Tyrone.

And Alby's covered.

How?

The guy's a zombie.

He doesn't even know

if he's pissing himself.

He's covered.

Okay.

You never give up, do you?

It's my job, remember?

What do you want from me, Callahan?

I want to know why you're dragging

your ass on this investigation.

Every available man is on the street.

We're logging more overtime

than the township can afford to pay.

We'll get that maniac.

Do you believe these killings are random?

I reject no theory at this time.

But if you haven't noticed,

there's been no truth...

...declared on the muggings...

...the shoplifting, the burglaries,

the drunken driving.

All these less-headline-grabbing crimes

that we face here every day.

Now, we're doing the best we can.

Maybe that's not good enough.

Callahan, this is not, repeat,

not your jurisdiction, so you stay out of it.

I'm warning you.

Aren't you curious as to why I was here?

Remember the party I told you about?

I can't. My sister's visiting.

She a college girl, too?

No, she's a junior in high school.

Bring her.

The more, the merrier.

I don't think so.

What's the matter?

Us locals not good enough for you?

It's not that! You don't understand!

All right, we'll come,

but we have to leave early.

Leave whenever you like.

Who knows?

You may have a nice time.

This is Callahan. Can I talk to Bennett?

I'll patch you through.

Bennett here.

Bennett, would you run a plate for me?

-All right, Inspector.

-Thanks.

What the f*** are you doing?

-You f***ing pig!

-Just give me a little!

Get your hands off of me!

All I wanted was....

What the hell is this?

Police officer.

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

My ass!

Son of a b*tch!

You bastard!

Stop it!

Now, boy, you'll come downtown

and answer some questions.

Answer nothing, Mick!

You son of a b*tch, I'll get a lawyer!

He'll be out tomorrow,

you f***ing bastard!

The b*tch is here.

So, tell me.

How's your slut sister?

Book him!

A little late for wave watching, isn't it?

I couldn't sleep.

-A beer?

-Thanks.

It's not safe to be out alone after dark.

Life's full of risks, isn't it?

I better go home.

Thanks for the beer.

Did you bicycle down here?

No, I walked. It relaxes me.

I'll give you a ride home.

No, that's all right.

It's okay, it relaxes me.

This is it.

Well, thanks for the lift.

Would you like something stronger

to drink than beer?

Come on in.

Don't mind if I do.

I'll get some brandy.

Unusual.

I have a rule. Never drink with a critic.

Do you want to be alone tonight, Callahan?

Neither do l.

Okay, Harry. Wake up, sucker.

The heat's off and we're going to celebrate.

Well, well.

Kiss your ass good-bye, Sambo.

Bennett.

Bennett, you better send someone out

to Ray Parkins' place.

She's getting ripe.

And have that punk brought

to the interrogation room.

I've got to ask him some questions.

Sorry, lnspector, but he's been released.

Who sprung him?

Kruger's brother-in-law picked him up

less than an hour ago.

Swell.

Inspector, I'll get

that license plate number you wanted.

No, forget about that.

That turned out to be nothing.

Thanks.

I don't know where they are.

I won't answer questions.

Just leave me alone.

Hotshot cop!

Your ass is mud!

Mick, the gun!

Cock sucker!

Drop the gun.

He couldn't live with it.

The other vermin didn't care.

But the guilt ate at his gut...

...Iike an acid.

He actually wanted you to come back.

He used to sit at nights, waiting,

praying that you'd come back.

One night he couldn't wait any longer.

He just got in his car, drove off,

and smashed himself into a retaining wall.

Now you're here, and...

...he doesn't even know it.

It's my fault.

I should have let him be punished then...

...along with the other filth.

But he's my only child.

His mother died giving birth to him.

We're all each other have.

I was afraid for him. I was afraid for me.

You see, I was a public figure.

So...

...I did things. I fixed it.

And now...

...I want you to just go.

Let it end.

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