Dirty Harry 4: Sudden Impact Page #5

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Hang on.

-Shag his ass, son!

-Get that sucker!

I guess I'd better read you your rights.

Best damn day trip I've had

since they dropped me in that damn home.

So...

...you're the famous Harry Callahan.

I'm going to make this short and sweet.

I'm only going to say it once.

We don't need any big city hotshot

to come here...

...and show us dumb yokels

how to do our business.

We know how to do our business,

so you keep your nose out of it.

You read me, Harry?

Aye, aye, sir.

Easy, boy.

Horace, you son of a b*tch.

Swell.

Damn, Meathead.

What did you call me?

I was talking to the dog.

-ls that your dog?

-Yes.

Why? Do you want him?

If you can't control him, get a leash.

There are laws.

Quiet!

You seem to be all right.

I'm fine, but you better get it together.

Quiet!

This way, lnspector.

This is it, lnspector.

The coffee room's down the hall,

the john's on the other side of it.

And if that's all,

I think I'll get back to work.

Nice work yesterday, lnspector.

It was me.

You saved my life.

Thanks.

Right.

If there's anything....

-Can I help you?

-Draft.

My game! My game! You son of a b*tch.

Come on, d*ckhead.

Fork over the bucks

before I kick your nuts up in your nose!

I don't have any bucks, Ray.

I've just pissed them away.

What about you?

Pull something out of your pants

besides your wet string!

I don't have nothing, Ray.

We've been here all day...

...and they won't run us no more tab.

Give me what you got, twat-lips,

before I give your face its first period.

You want to go a couple of chugalugs

for some scratch?

What about us?

Suck my ass with a straw!

-How about it, Kruger, what do you say?

-I'm out of here.

Sh*t, Kruger!

You're good for sh*t anymore.

I don't know what's happened to you.

Hey.

Hi, cutie.

Want to buy me a drink?

Not today.

Come on, sailor.

I know there's some question

you want to ask me.

Go ahead. You might get lucky.

Only with humans.

Looking for trouble, pal?

I'm looking for friends of George Wilburn's.

-Are you a cop?

-What did he do?

He lost his balls. He got killed.

-Turn it off.

-What?

You don't remember, do you?

Remember what?

My sister and I will never forget.

One night...

...Iong ago...

...under the boardwalk.

Remember?

Looks like I owe you one, Meathead.

-lnspector, what are you--

-Where's Jannings?

He's out at Buckman Cove.

Some fishermen discovered a body there.

Jannings personally checks

on every corpse that turns up?

No, sir. But this was clearly a murder.

Off the record, sir.

The victim was shot twice.

Once in the head, once in the genitals.

Maybe we should go in the outer office.

Do you know anyone in this picture?

Not really.

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