Dirty Harry 5: The Dead Pool Page #3

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with the most dead celebrities.

What makes this story significant...

... is that rock star Johnny Squares

was on director Peter Swan's list.

Although Swan would not comment...

... we have confirmed that

there was such a game...

... and Swan's production accountant,

Dean Madison, was also involved.

Ironically, Madison was

killed yesterday...

... in a tragic holdup attempt

that took place in Chinatown.

"There is no man who is master of the

breath of life so as to retain it...

...and none has mastery

over the day of death.

For the Lord of all

shows no partiality...

...nor does He fear greatness...

...because He himself

made the great...

...as well as the small.

And He provides for all alike.

And the dust returns to the

earth, as it once was.

And the life breath

returns to God, who gaveth."

My condolences.

Mrs. Dayton, I'm terribly sorry.

Suzanne, I'm very sorry

for your trouble.

Thank you.

My sympathies, dear.

Do you mind, gentlemen?

I happen to be at a funeral.

I'd like to talk about your list.

It's no big secret.

The cast and crew knew about it.

The Dead Pool is just a harmless game.

It sounds pretty sick to me.

Let me tell you something.

People are fascinated

with death and violence.

That's why my films make money.

They're an escape,

a vicarious release of fear.

Same thing with this game.

Nobody takes my films

or the Dead Pool seriously.

Someone gave Squares the drugs

that killed him. Maybe you.

You can't tie me to Johnny's death

because of a coincidence.

My assistant and effects supervisor

played too. Why not talk to them?

We will.

But nobody on their list is dead yet.

Johnny was a drug user and I predicted

he'd die this year. That's all.

The idea is to pick celebrities

who won't make it...

...because they're old, sick

or in a high-risk profession.

Like police work?

Nothing personal.

I don't like being on your list, Swan.

That's what this is really about,

isn't it?

If you have a choice...

Maybe I'll start my own Pool

and put you on it.

Are you threatening me?

If you want to play the game,

you'd better know the rules, love.

That's our report. I'm Patrick Snow.

I'm Samantha Walker.

Thank you for being with us.

Tune in tonight

for an exclusive report...

...on chemical dependency

among celebrities.

Who they are, why they do it...

...and the price they pay.

Tonight at 11.

Good night.

And we're clear.

Thought I'd seen the last of you.

I saw your report yesterday.

We confirmed it

with people in the game.

Vicky Owens, Swan's assistant,

and effects supervisor, Jeff Howser.

It didn't occur to you

to clear it with us first?

I had to go with the story.

The papers got the same tip.

I had to get the story out fast.

Or someone else would get it first?

- Something like that.

- How were you tipped?

By mail. A copy of the Dead Pool

and a letter explaining it.

- It's already started.

- What has?

All the media bullshit.

Newspapers print the Dead Pool

and it hurts our investigation.

What bothers you...

...is that we found out about

the Dead Pool first.

You people take Janero and the Dead

Pool, add hype and distortion...

...and innocent people get hurt.

Aren't you overreacting?

I've seen it happen.

I don't like the hype, either...

...but it happens when reporters

compete for a story.

Why don't you start thinking about

your responsibility to the public?

You can't kill the messenger

because of the message.

I'm sorry, it wasn't my intention

to screw up your investigation.

Here's the list. Now, excuse me.

Thanks.

It seems I owe you one.

Dinner, that is.

I was offered a job as an anchor

at this small, local station.

Because...

...I was first runner-up

in Miss Colorado.

Colorado? We're right over here.

But I had absolutely no experience,

just my bachelor's in journalism.

But it was a way in, so I grabbed it.

But I didn't just smile at

the camera and read copy.

I did anything and everything

at this station.

Sports, news, hard news, weather.

I produced documentaries.

I love San Francisco.

But it isn't easy.

Big city, big news.

I had to prove myself all over again.

Have you succeeded?

Somewhat.

Apparently not with you.

I shouldn't complain. At least you

stayed for dinner this time.

I'd still love to do your story.

No, thanks.

You're wrong about me, Callahan,

and what I want to do.

I wish I could convince you.

I'll tell you what.

Let's think on it.

Sounds fair.

Thank you.

It's the truth,

I don't care what you say.

Hey, Callahan.

- You're Callahan, aren't you?

- That's right.

What can I do for you?

You're the cop who put Janero away.

All I want is your autograph.

Can I shake your hand?

I'd just like to thank you.

It's about time somebody

did something about Janero.

Could you sign it to

Chester Docksteder? That's me.

Let me buy you a drink.

Some other time.

We need more cops like you.

That's what we need.

I gotta change my shorts.

What are you laughing at?

This is your 15 minutes, Callahan.

Andy Warhol said everybody's famous

for 15 minutes. Well, this is it.

Swell.

Was it your first autograph?

Yeah.

And I hope my last.

You know something?

I don't think Lou Janero

likes you very much.

She's okay. Just a little shaken up.

How're you doing, girl?

Whatever they're paying you, Harry,

it couldn't be enough.

My colleagues.

I don't want to be the news.

Let's get you out of here.

You sure you want to see this guy?

Yeah.

Here's your animal.

Hicks.

What the f*** do you want?

I brought you some cigarettes.

And what would I have to do for you?

Nothing. Just stand where I tell you.

Stay right here.

Fifth cell down.

That's the trouble with this prison.

They let anybody in.

I don't like scum like you

trying to kill me.

Sounds to me like this Dead Pool thing

is making you a little paranoid.

Oh, yeah. I heard about it.

Good news travels fast.

Big f***ing media hero.

Hero today and gone tomorrow.

Call off your guns now, you hear me.

I don't know what your talking about?

Your trouble is, you have

too much time on your hands.

What you need is a job.

A what?

A job.

I'm gonna give you a job

being a postman, understand?

It'll be your job to see

the mail gets through.

See that gorilla down there?

That's Butcher Hicks, and he's killed

three men. You know how?

He tore them apart with his teeth.

Never found all the pieces.

He has an unhealthy appetite.

So what?

So Hicks there is my new pen pal.

I'll write him once a week...

...about how I'm looking in

on his sick mother...

...and trying to get him

special privileges here.

And the interesting part is,

if anything happens to me...

...and Hicks doesn't get his letter...

...he'll be really pissed off.

And he'll come to see you...

...because you're the mailman.

He'll probably come down here

and cancel your ass like a stamp.

You better ensure prompt,

courteous delivery.

And pray nothing happens to me.

- That's it?

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