Dirty Harry Page #2

...pale blue shirt, brown coat

or sweater, dark gloves.

He had a tan suitcase...

...which probably contains a

Those loonies! They ought to throw

a net over the whole bunch!

I know what you mean.

There!

What?

Tan suitcase.

Where?

I lost him.

There he goes, over there.

Does that bag look tan?

I don't know,

I haven't even seen him yet.

Go to Filber and hang a left.

Look out for these people!

Fruitcake!

Get out of the way, hammerhead!

It was a tan suitcase. I know it was.

I saw him.

-There he is.

-I see him.

Car 2, the license number...

...at 10-32 on that Chevrolet,

Colorado plates.

-How do you want to work this?

-Find another way in. I'll go in here.

Car 2, what's the model

of that Chevrolet?

Car 2. It's an lmpala convertible.

You can cancel that 1 0-25.

Three cars here.

Anybody home?

Did you bring me a present?

Let me see it.

It's beautiful!

Why don't you go get

a nice container of egg rolls?

You getting an eyeful?

You goddamn pie hawker!

-We should call the police.

-I am a police--

Up against the wall.

Right now! Move.

Let them go.

You heard me.

They assaulted a police officer.

A police officer!

He was standing on a can peeking in...

...on Hot Mary and her boyfriend!

Beat it. Get out of here.

-How about the man with the suitcase?

-Wrong number.

I just had another thought.

Yeah? About what?

About why

they call you Dirty Harry.

Inspector 71.

Inspector 71.

Please respond to your call.

Inspector 71.

Do you read me?

-This is lnspector 71.

-I've got an 8-0-4 in progress.

California Hall

at Polk and Turk streets.

It's some idiot.

Where? I don't see him.

-There he is.

-Yeah. Now I see him.

I have a 1 0-29 and a 10-28.

In 600 block of Baker.

On a Chevrolet.

California license.

D-dog, C-Charlie, V-Victor 4-7-2.

We thought it was your sniper, but

it turned out to be a suicide attempt.

-Anybody try to talk him down?

-Yeah, no luck. But now you're here....

-You mean, I go up.

-We'd sure appreciate it.

Look at him go, will you?

He's going to get hurt!

Don't you try to get me!

Not me. You're the one who

wants to get yourself killed. Not me.

Always happens with you guys.

The last minute you want to...

...grab onto somebody, take somebody

with you. Down you go. Not me!

Won't you try to grab me?

A friend of mine was up about 20 floors

with a jumper a few years ago.

The jumper grabbed him

and they went off.

Mashed all over.

Couldn't tell which legs was

with which, which arms with which....

It was a terrible mess.

I tell you, I almost threw up myself.

-I'd just like your name and address.

-Why?

It's such a mess down there afterwards!

It makes identification impossible.

Even if they find your driver's license!

All that blood!

I think I'm going to puke!

Don't do that, son.

All those people down there looking up.

The fire chief looking up.

With his face....

You rotten bastard!

Get the stretcher out here.

Now you know why I'm called Dirty Harry.

Every dirty job that comes along.

Inspector 71.

This is lnspector 71.

Got something for you. Corner of

Sierra and Texas. A young boy, Negro.

What about him?

Shot in the face.

Blew part of it away.

Anybody know who the boy is?

His name was Charlie Russell.

I'm his mother.

He's only 10 years old.

Inspector, this officer--

Oh, Jesus Christ!

You'd better go check on the mother.

What do you have?

That 30-06 shell casing.

He was up here all right.

Welcome to Homicide.

The man who designed blue serge

uniforms for police departments...

...has to sell these for a living!

.458 Magnum?

-This thing will stop an elephant.

-Yeah.

-Apparently you like a little edge.

-All I can get, sir.

He's no elephant, Harry.

He's no animal of any kind.

What have you got, Lieutenant?

The blue flags represent the units that

are going to be on duty by dark tonight.

-Double shifts and overtime.

-At nighttime.

Daylight, the helicopters

will keep him off the roofs.

We're going for high visibility. Units

will make themselves very noticeable.

-Except here.

-Right. The North Beach area.

We're saving that for him.

-Have you found a good stakeout?

-I think so.

It's a building that overlooks the roof

where they spotted him yesterday.

Something bothering you?

Nothing.

Speak up.

You're among friends here.

It seems a long shot

that he'd come back to the same roof.

There are a lot of rooftops

in San Francisco.

Most of them are locked.

This particular one'll be open for him.

These sick guys have behavior patterns.

We know they'll rob the very

same store 3, 4 times in a row.

Must appeal to their

superego or something.

Scorpio strikes again.

They like that feeling.

There's one other reason

why he might pick the same rooftop.

He's got a clear view

of the St. Peter and Paul's church.

And they're having a novena tonight.

Go on.

The note. He threatened

to kill a priest or a Negro.

The Russell boy was black.

He may just figure

he owes himself a padre.

Inspector 71.

We're in position

to start our surveillance.

How about the priest?

-He knows he's being set up for bait?

-Yeah, he wanted to.

We told him we had a volunteer

willing to take his place.

Who?

Never guess.

Yeah, I know.

Welcome to Homicide.

You owe it to yourself

to live a little, Harry.

Son-of-a-b*tch took the bait!

When I say " now,"

hit him with the light.

Now!

-You all right?

-I think so.

Call an ambulance.

Collins never knew what hit him.

Let's go. Clear the alley.

There's nothing to see.

Call headquarters.

He's loose in North Beach.

It's a whole new ball game, fellows.

He grabbed a 14-year-old girl.

Ann-Mary Deacon.

The bomb squad got a call.

Suspicious object in Golden Gate Park.

It was addressed to the mayor. The lab

sent it to us, with this letter inside.

"Ann-Mary Deacon, buried alive."

The poor kid went to the movies

last night and never came home.

" Double-crossing San Francisco police

made me do this.

" New ransom $200,000,

in used tens and twenties.

"One man with yellow bag.

"South side Marina.

Green East Harbor.

"9 p. m.

"She has oxygen

till 3 a.m. tomorrow.

" Red panties and bra. Nice tits.

"Mole on left thigh. Anything cute

and you'll force me to let girl die...

"...of slow suffocation.

Signed, Scorpio."

Anything else?

The mother identified the bra,

the hank of hair.

And that.

The dentist identified that.

Said it was pulled out

with a pair of pliers.

You know she's dead.

All I know is the letter says

she'll be alive until 3 a.m.

The mayor's out trying to

put the money together now.

He's using up a lot of favors.

He wants to pay.

No tricks.

We need a bag man.

You want the job?

You got it.

-Be in the chief's office at 6 p.m.

-All right.

-Wait a minute. What about me?

-You're out.

No cover?

Not even one man?

Sure that's how to do it?

I'm not sure!

But those are my orders. All right?

No wonder they call him Dirty Harry.

He gets the sh*t end of the stick.

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