Dirty Harry 4: Sudden Impact

Year:
1983
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All rise, please.

The Court of California is now in session.

The Honorable Judge Lundstrom presiding.

Please be seated.

Mr. D'Ambrosia, this case is a travesty.

You have no evidence whatsoever

linking the accused to the murder.

The gun found in his car was obtained

as the result of an illegal search.

In the eyes of the court it does not exist.

The search was illegal...

...because lnspector Callahan...

...and this is an old story...

...did not have sufficient probable cause...

...for detaining Mr. Hawkins.

The gun is inadmissible

and the charges against the defendant...

...are dismissed!

Mr. D'Ambrosia...

...be assured that I will discuss

your case preparation techniques...

...with the District Attorney.

Bailiff, next!

How many times, Callahan?

Sixth sense doesn't count anymore.

You can't bust them

because you think they're dirty.

Psychic don't cut it.

Hey, Callahan.

Don't look so puked-out.

Better luck next time, fool.

Listen, punk.

To me, you're nothing but dog sh*t,

you understand?

A lot of things can happen to dog sh*t.

It can be scraped up

with a shovel off the ground.

It can dry up and blow away in the wind,

or it can be stepped on and squashed.

So, take my advice:

Be careful where the dog shits you.

You're a class act, Callahan.

A real class act.

Loretta.

All right, folks!

You did real good with that cop!

Now, I want everything.

Money, watches, rings, everything.

Quick! Move!

You're coming with me.

We'll have a little party!

What are you doing, you pig-head sucker?

Every day for the last 10 years, Loretta

has been giving me a large black coffee.

Today she gives me a large black coffee,

but it has sugar in it.

A lot of sugar.

I just came back to complain.

Now, you boys, put those guns down.

What?

We're not just going to let you

walk out of here.

Who is "we," sucker?

Smith and Wesson...

...and me.

Go ahead.

Make my day.

Call D'Ambrosia in the DA's office.

Ask him if coffee is psychic.

-Ernie.

-What?

Look at that,

going up the steps into the hotel.

Is that who I think it is?

Sh*t!

Why me?

A nothing detail!

A lousy goddamn peeper tour!

So, what do we do now?

We call Captain Briggs and let him decide.

May I have your invitation, sir?

I don't understand, lnspector Callahan.

Do you know the emergency number

for San Francisco General?

Yes, I do.

Why don't you call them right now

and have them send down an ambulance?

Tell them there are two

sorry-looking a**holes here...

...with multiple contusions,

various abrasions and broken bones.

Inspector Callahan.

I want to talk to Threlkis.

At his granddaughter's wedding?

On what business?

-I want to help him catch the bouquet.

-They have harassment laws, lnspector.

Sit down.

Champagne? It's imported.

You know, men, like wine,

should grow finer, more civilized.

They should mellow, become more worldly.

But not Callahan.

Callahan is the one constant

in an ever-changing universe.

Linda Doker?

She was fished out of the bay a month ago.

Her breasts were slashed.

Her feet burned.

Her face smashed to a pulp.

I read about it. A hooker, wasn't she?

A very expensive one.

In fact, her specialty was making

old scumbags mellow and worldly.

I think she had a special customer

who told her a lot of things.

You are a fool, Callahan.

She might have been clever enough

to write these things down.

Maybe she made a copy of it.

Maybe she didn't tell about it

when she was being tortured and beaten.

I wonder what that old scumbag's bosses

will say when they find out about it.

Or maybe his family.

Maybe his ass is in a ringer.

You f***er....

Would someone help us?

Something's wrong here.

Call an ambulance.

Sorry, lnspector, but Captain Briggs....

What happened?

Someone grabbed their chest.

They must have seen the bill.

Oh, my God.

Stand back, please.

Harry, wait till you see what we got here.

Some stiff's got himself

a.38-caliber vasectomy.

Harry, you don't look so hot.

Bad night? All nookied-out?

What do you think? Gang hit?

Screwed-up drug score? Unlucky John?

Or an unhappy love affair?

Don't tell me this sh*t's getting to you.

Not Harry Callahan.

Say it ain't so.

No, this stuff isn't getting to me.

The shootings, the knifings, the beatings.

Old ladies being bashed in the head

for their Social Security checks.

Teachers thrown from fourth floor windows

because they don't give A's.

That doesn't bother me a bit.

Come on, Harry, take it easy.

Or this job either, having to wade through

the scum of this city.

Being swept away

by bigger and bigger waves of...

...corruption, apathy and red tape.

No, that doesn't bother me.

But do you know what does bother me?

You know what makes me

really sick to my stomach?

What?

Watching you stuff your face

with those hot dogs.

Nobody, I mean,

nobody puts ketchup on a hot dog.

What the hell are you talking about?

About having our fingers in the holes

while the entire dike crumbles around us.

Inspector Callahan?

Lieutenant Donnelly says to get your...

...self to the Commissioner's office.

Now, on the double.

Swell.

Leah, can I speak with you?

Jennifer, what marvelous timing.

I'm giving your work the favored positions.

That's very nice of you, but you may be

wasting some good selling spots.

Nonsense, child.

They're the jewels of the exhibit.

Don't be discouraged

if they don't sell immediately.

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Harry Julian Fink

Harry Julian Fink (July 7, 1923 – August 8, 2001) was an American television and film writer known for Have Gun – Will Travel and as one of the writers who created Dirty Harry.Fink wrote for various television shows in the 1950s and 1960s, and also created several, including NBC's T.H.E. Cat, starring Robert Loggia, and Tate starring David McLean. His first film work was the 1965 Sam Peckinpah film Major Dundee. He also worked on Ice Station Zebra, and, with R. M. Fink, Big Jake, Dirty Harry and Cahill U.S. Marshal. more…

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