Magnum Force

This is a.44 Magnum,

the most powerful handgun in the world.

And it could blow your head clean off.

Do you feel lucky?

Mr. Ricca!

How do you feel about your acquittal?

It proves what I always said,

I had nothing to do with Scarza's murder.

Who could have killed

Anthony Scarza and his family?

That's a stupid question. Get off my back!

Mr. Weinstein, explain the technicality

involving the lack of admissible evidence.

That's a legality

that can't be explained at this time.

Mr. Weinstein, you don't seem surprised

about the decision.

I don't know why they waste

the taxpayers' money.

This whole thing is an arbitrary attack

on a legitimate businessman.

-Do you have any comments?

-What, dear?

Do you have any other comments?

I'll give you a comment:

Their minds are dead.

-What do you mean by that?

-Their minds are dead.

Mr. Ricca means he is very pleased

with the decision.

There's a big crowd.

Do you fear for your life?

No, of course not.

Mr. Estabrook.

As the prosecutor,

how do you feel about the court's decision?

It's happened before,

it'll probably happen again.

I have no more comments.

I'm sorry, no comments. No comments!

I have no comments.

You know what I think?

I'll tell you what I think!

F*** the courts, that's what I think!

They've already wasted too much time

worrying about the rights of killers!

Ricca, you're a killer!

Get in the car! Go on!

Murderer!

Today the noted labor leader

Carmine Ricca...

... was acquitted on a technicality:

the lack of admissible evidence.

Ricca had been charged with complicity...

...in the murders of labor reformer

Anthony Scarza and his family.

When he appeared outside

the courthouse this afternoon, a free man...

...it touched off a wild,

mob-like demonstration.

But the police were finally able

to bring it under control...

...and there ha ve been

no reports of injuries.

But one can expect an uproar

from an angry and alarmed crowd...

... which fully expected Ricca

to be convicted.

And I'm sure we ha ven 't heard

the last of the Ricca case.

Art Brown reporting from city hall.

Cop.

Gino, for Christ's sake.

Come on, Carmine.

I'm driving this thing like a baby carriage.

Could I see your driver's license, please?

Do you know who that is

sitting back there?

I'll still have to see

your driver's license, please.

I'll have to find it.

Do you know why you're being stopped?

Yes, we know, Officer,

and you're making a big mistake.

-You crossed a double line back there.

-A double line?

Take it easy.

Whatever you say, Officer.

I just happened to find it, sir.

That's right, Simple Simon.

Check, see if it's stolen.

I want this bastard busted out of his job.

We'll take care of this guy.

You fellas, just take it easy.

-This car registered to you?

-To him.

-I'll have to see the registration.

-Come on, give me that license.

That's okay.

Hi, Harry. Is this your case?

Walter?

Hello, Harry. What are you doing here?

This couldn't have happened

to a nicer bunch.

Ricca, Weinstein, his attorney.

James Cantina, the driver.

What about the bodyguard?

We're checking that out now, lieutenant.

Iooks like somebody saved

the taxpayers a lot of money, doesn't it?

Callahan, what're you doing here?

You're on loan to stakeout.

We had nothing hot on,

besides, we were close.

Callahan, you get your lying ass in gear

and get back to that stake-out squad.

Anything else, you call it in.

-Who do you think did this, Briggs?

-You're on loan to stakeout, Callahan.

That's right, lieutenant, you saw to that.

I've got nothing personal

against you, Callahan.

But we can't have the public crying,

"police brutality"...

...every time you're on the street.

You just might need me on a job like this.

Whoever did this was very good at it.

You'd sure be the one to know, Harry.

-Well, I just work for this city, Briggs.

-So do l.

Ionger than you.

And I never had to take my gun out

of its holster, once. I'm proud of that.

Well, you're a good man, lieutenant.

A good man always knows his limitations.

-lt. Briggs?

-Yeah?

What did you get?

Well, it looks like

they were killed with a Magnum.

The boys now are checking

the blood types and for fingerprints.

What do you have?

Driver's license. Doesn't look at all

like the usual gangster crap, does it?

Briggs has his nose up his ass today.

I guess he thinks

that's where his promotion is.

See you later, Harry.

What's with you and Briggs anyway?

Jealousy.

He knows this is the kind of case

I should be on. It's just a matter of time.

Hey, Early, want to get in on this?

What the hell is that about?

They're giving odds on how long

you'll stay alive being my partner.

Are you kidding?

Nope.

How long did your last partner go?

A couple of weeks.

Don't worry, he's still alive,

teaching college.

You have another trade, Smith?

No, no. Do you?

No, but Bill Mackenzie does.

Who in the hell is Bill Mackenzie?

He's an ex-homicide man,

has a snack shop out at the airport.

Greatest burgers in town. Hungry?

-How can you be hungry after seeing that?

-Seeing what?

So, Ricca finally bought it.

There must be hope for the world yet.

How about you? Do you want something?

-We got chili and garlic bread today.

-No, thank you. I don't feel very hungry.

In broad daylight at close range?

Must've looked like ripe melons.

Operations Supervisor, Mr. Phoenix,

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