Dirty Harry

Jesus!

"To the city of San Francisco.

"I will enjoy killing

one person every day...

"...until you pay me

one hundred thousand dollars.

"lf you agree,

say so tomorrow morning...

"...at personal column,

San Francisco Chronicle...

"...and I will set up meeting.

"lf I do not hear from you...

"...it'll be my next pleasure

to kill a Catholic priest or a....

"...Scorpio."

What goes on in their minds?

Kooks.

Where the hell does he expect me to

find a hundred thousand dollars?

You're not thinking of paying him,

are you, Mr. Mayor?

The City of San Francisco does not

pay criminals not to commit crimes.

Instead, we pay a police department.

Chief, who's in charge of this case?

Inspector Callahan. He's outside.

Send lnspector Callahan in.

Callahan?

Mr. Mayor, lnspector Callahan.

All right.

Let's have it.

-What?

-Your report. What have you done?

For the past 3/4 hour...

...I've been sitting in your

outer office waiting on you.

Damn it, Harry.

It's the mayor you're talking to.

Won't you sit down, lnspector Callahan?

There's a madman loose.

I've asked you what's being done.

Fair enough?

We've got a dozen men

checking identification files.

Checking on all known extortionists,

rooftop prowlers...

...rifle nuts, peepers--

Mr. Mayor?

We've arranged for rooftop

surveillance and helicopters...

...especially around

the Catholic churches and schools...

...and in the black area.

Ballistics is checking on the slug.

We're sure it's a 30-06.

Seven lands and grooves,

right-hand twist--

We're running a computer check...

...on everybody in the files

whose birthday falls between...

...October 23 and November 21.

Why?

Natives of Scorpio.

Thank you, lnspector.

Mention this note to anyone?

How about you?

Nobody.

Your wife, sweetheart? Press?

Nobody.

All right. Give the message

to the Chronicle.

We'll pay. But we need time

to get the money together.

Wait a minute. Do I get this right?

You'll play this creep's game?

It'll give us breathing space.

It might get somebody killed.

Let me meet with the son of a b*tch!

Nope, none of that.

It would end up with a real bloodbath.

I agree with the chief.

We'll do it this way.

Thank you, Mr. Mayor.

Come on, Callahan, let's go.

I don't want trouble, like you had

last year in the Fillmore district.

That's my policy.

When an adult male

is chasing a female...

...with intent to commit rape,

I shoot the bastard. That's my policy.

Intent?

How did you establish that?

When a naked man chases a woman in

an alley with a knife and a hard-on...

...I figure he isn't out

collecting for the Red Cross.

I think he's got a point.

-lnspector Callahan.

-Jaffee.

Usual.

Usual lunch, or usual dinner?

What difference does it make?

Not much.

Hey, Jaffee...

...is that tan Ford still

in front of the bank?

Tan Ford?

Yeah, tan Ford.

Engine running?

I don't know. How can I tell?

-Exhaust fumes out of the tailpipe.

-That's awful!

Look at that pollution.

Do me a favor, will you?

Call this telephone number.

Police Department?

Tell them lnspector Callahan

thinks there's a...

...two-eleven in progress

at the bank. Got it?

Got it.

Be sure and tell them

it's in progress, right?

In progress.

Yes, sir.

Now, if they'll just wait

till the cavalry arrives.

Sh*t!

Halt!

I know what you're thinking.

Did he fire six shots or only five?

To tell the truth, in all the excitement

I've kind of lost track myself.

But since this is a.44 Magnum,

the most powerful handgun...

...and would blow

your head clean off...

...you've got to ask yourself

one question:
"Do I feel lucky?"

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