Dirty Harry 4: Sudden Impact Page #3

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Get with it.

It's a whole new ball game these days.

Funny, I never thought of it as a game.

I examined your sister Elizabeth...

...and I tested her again yesterday.

There haven't been any changes.

The computerized tomogram

doesn't show any evidence...

...of a chronic subdural hematoma.

Physically, she's in good condition.

But she remains in this vegetative state

that we've been unable to penetrate.

We can't even get

a primitive startle response out of her.

Now, we're going to keep trying,

we're always hopeful.

You should be, too.

Hi, baby.

It's me.

Jen.

I missed you.

Beth?

I saw one of them.

He just appeared on the street

in front of me.

At first I thought I was having

some horrible vision.

But, no, he was there.

Older, uglier.

I followed him.

For days I watched him.

Then I bought a gun.

I followed him to a bar.

I let him pick me up.

Let him drive me to a deserted spot.

Let him think....

It was like I was...

...outside myself.

Above me, looking down.

Then he touched me.

And I killed him.

Beth?

I love you.

-Hell of a way to spend the night off, Harry.

-Are you joining in the act, too?

No, for Christ's sake. Back off a little.

I'm worried about your ass.

You'll get it shot off or kicked out of here.

So, what else is new?

These bastards are not a bunch of junkies.

In their minds, you killed Threlkis,

same as if you pulled the trigger.

They won't stop.

They'll keep coming after you.

Good, that way we'll know where they are.

You're incredible, Callahan.

You're also on vacation as of right now.

I'm not up for vacation.

You are, damn it. I just put you up.

Now go grab yourself some R and R,

and stay out of trouble.

You hear me, Callahan?

Peace and quiet!

Good morning, Horace.

Sweet Sister Sadie,

where the hell did you get that?

I've had it a while.

I just thought I'd get used to it.

I heard about the car.

Fabulous, coming after you in tanks.

Yeah, they're making those these days.

For sheiks and business executives, hoods.

Impregnable to about anything

but artillery.

Well, you got that covered.

Not bad.

Not bad, my ass!

You've got to strain the remains

for the fingerprints.

Well, this is the.44 Magnum Auto-Mag.

It holds a 300-grain cartridge.

And, if properly used,

it can remove the fingerprints.

I heard you got a vacation.

I know just the place for you to go.

-You've got that wrong.

-You don't have a choice.

I think maybe I do.

Are you thinking about quitting?

I might just do that.

Look at your feel.

Look at what you did up there.

Well, it's not quite good enough.

You can't quit,

that's where we're at, okay, jamf?

What's the brass going to do?

What'll they do about their ulcers?

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