Magnum Force Page #3
- R
- Year:
- 1973
- 124 min
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Too bad you're not on welfare.
I'd give you a freebie.
Drive.
-Sidney, I was just on my way to see you.
-Where to?
-Just keep on going until I tell you to stop.
-Yes, sir.
Drop that flag.
-You're on your way to see me?
-Yes, Sidney, honest.
How come you didn't come by the crib?
-Well--
-Don't sh*t me.
I wouldn't do that.
-I've been waiting for you for one week.
-I've been working the convention.
-No telephones in that hotel?
-I've been working like hell, you know?
Iet me show you.
-See? It's all here, all I got.
-All?
Iooks like you've been holding out on me.
No, I haven't. I've been straight
with you, Sidney. You know me.
Damn right I know you. Iet's see
how much there is in the titty bank.
Hello, Mr. Green.
Check out the snatch bank, too.
Damn right I know you.
I was gonna give it all to you,
but you didn't give me a chance.
B*tch, you had your chance.
I was your last chance.
Everybody else in town
threw your black ass out.
Help me!
Good day, sir.
Is this car registered to you?
Yes, sir. This is my car.
You must be new. You know who I am?
I'll still have to see your license
and registration, sir.
I believe you were speeding
coming across the bridge.
Hi.
Hi.
What's your name?
Sunny.
I've been living here for six months now.
It's funny I've never met you before.
Well, I work a lot.
I know.
-You're the cop who lives upstairs.
-That's right.
Mind if I ask you a question?
No, go ahead.
What does a girl have to do
to go to bed with you?
Try knocking on the door.
-Hi.
-Hi.
Do you always live in the dark?
Well, you meet a better class of people
in the dark sometimes. Come on in.
Sit down.
Harry, this is Briggs. Are you alone?
No, actually,
I'm entertaining a young lady friend.
Put your pants back on, Callahan,
and come to the city morgue right away.
The morgue? What the hell for, Briggs?
I'm not on homicide anymore.
I'm a stake-out man now, remember?
Not anymore, Callahan.
You and your partner
are back on homicide.
This is a little dramatic, isn't it, Briggs?
Not your usual style.
It's meant to be, Callahan.
than even we think it is.
Hijacking and gambling.
Trucking.
Narcotics and prostitution.
This is the cream in the bottle.
Someone wants
to put the courts out of business.
So far, you've said nothing wrong.
This one just came in an hour ago.
Somebody wants it all.
This guy was just a pimp.
That's one of his girls.
How did she get it?
Sometime before he got hit, he poured
a can of drain cleaner down her throat.
That shows a certain sense of style.
You're all heart, Callahan.
Am I gonna have to have him
leaning over my shoulder?
You work with Briggs on this, Callahan.
But if you ever lean out of line, so help me,
I'll flop you lower than whale sh*t.
Speaking of whale sh*t,
what have you turned up, Briggs?
Nobody in my department
See this thing, Callahan? The chief.
He calls me on this all the time.
Even in the can.
I haven't been out of my shoes
in 48 hours...
...and still we have no witnesses, not one.
In these cases, there's always
an officer right on top of the crime.
But nobody's ever seen a thing.
-Who was the officer on this one?
-A patrolman, Sweet.
Wasn't it, Briggs?
Sweet seems like a good man.
I'll get on the ballistic reports
first thing in the morning.
We ran all the slugs through ballistics.
It was too professional,
you're wasting your time.
Well, it takes me time, Briggs.
A man has to know his limitations.
Warm enough?
You're my first cop.
Guess that'll be two firsts tonight,
won't it?
What do the others look like?
The gun was a.357 Magnum.
The other bullets are all too deformed
to do us any good.
Hollow points, fired point-blank, you know.
We were lucky to get these two.
I found them in the pimp's car.
.357 Magnum?
Maybe it's a cop. Maybe it's Harry.
Nobody hates hoodlums
as much as he does.
Whoever it is, he enjoys it.
It's possible the man was dead
with the first shot.
just for good measure.
-He unloaded a whole magazine into him.
-One big mothering hole, huh?
Well, everybody has to pay something.
He would have to be standing right here,
this close...
...point-blank range.
The driver's license
and the $100 bill were out.
Almost like he was showing it
to a traffic cop.
Yeah.
From what we have, it figures somebody
to be impersonating a police officer.
On the cars, at least.
It's been done before.
This close, it would have to be
somebody he would never recognize.
Or never suspect.
Iou Guzman, ex-meat lugger
with a first-grade education.
He started working for the old boss
of bosses as a hitter.
He controls narcotics state-wide,
and now dabbles in prostitution...
...has big friends everywhere.
I want Casale and DiGiorgio on him.
Next. Thank you.
This one is for your special talents,
Callahan.
Frank Palancio.
Two hundred and twelve pounds.
Indicted for murder 23 times,
no convictions.
Complains about his health now.
Suffers from ulcers, migraine headaches.
Dangerously violent.
At one point,
he was Ricca's principle assassin.
If you mix it with him, he won't back off.
He's all yours, Callahan.
That's very nice, lieutenant,
but I don't think Palancio--
I want you on him, Callahan.
I'd bust Palancio for stepping
on a crack on the sidewalk if I could...
...but this isn't his style.
Not the cars anyway, it's too direct.
Callahan, you just keep your nose
pressed against Palancio's ass...
...until I get a warrant
from the DA's office to bring him in.
And I want the first conviction
on this animal.
Conviction?
He's liable to be your next victim.
What are you asking for, lieutenant?
I'm not asking you to follow him, lnspector.
For the last goddamn time, I'm telling you.
Next.
Nick Royale, Palancio's No. 1 hitter.
He's had good training.
What's happening?
Nothing, just a lot of peeping and checking,
checking and peeping.
I knew an old boy once
who used to keep pigs under his bed.
Pigs? The eating kind?
The eating kind.
Is all you ever think of your stomach?
That's very interesting.
Yeah.
-They're splitting up. Which one, Harry?
-We'll stay with these two.
Across the bridge,
it's out of our jurisdiction.
Yeah.
Well?
Stick with the money.
Pull over and stop.
What are you trying to do?
He doesn't even know we're cops.
He may panic, and besides,
we don't belong over here anyway.
I hope he does panic.
Then I'll get him for 23 other murders.
And if he doesn't...
...then I may be right about something
that's been nagging at me.
I sure hope I'm not.
What?
I don't want to be winning bets
for anybody.
Go a little faster, I'm on their side.
-Roll down your window.
-What? Are you out of your mind?
-I've never been wrong yet, have l?
-I don't know why I'm doing this.
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