Sudden Impact (1983) - full transcript

- Twenty-two, 11.
- Twenty-two, 11.

Twenty-two, 11. Officer down,
corner of Centre and Hardy.

Twenty-two, 11. En route.

All rise, please.

The Court of California
is now in session.

The Honourable 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
Inspector 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 any more.

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 shit, you understand?

And a lot of things can
happen to dog shit.

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.

Oh, my God.

Quick. Move.

You're coming with me, mama. We'll
have us a little party, huh?

What you doing, you
pig-head sucker?

Every day for the last 10 years...

Loretta there has been giving
me a large black coffee.

Today she gives me a large black
coffee, only it's got sugar in it.

A lot of sugar.

I just came back to complain.

Now, you boys put those guns down.

Say what?

Well, we're not just gonna
let you walk out of here.

Who is "we," sucker?

Smith & Wesson...

and me.

Go ahead...

make my day.

Call D'Ambrosia in
the D.A.'s office,

ask him if coffee is psychic.

Now forward. 10-4.

- Hey, Ernie.
- What?

Look at that, going
up the steps into the

hotel. Is that who I
think it is, huh?

Oh, shit.

Why me?

A nothing detail, a lousy
goddamn peeper tour.

Well, so, what do we do now?

We call Captain Briggs,
let him decide.

Yeah.

May I have your invitation, sir?

Oh, I don't understand,
Inspector Callahan.

Do you know the emergency phone
number for San Francisco General?

Yes, I do.

Well, why don't you
call them right

now and have them
send an ambulance?

Tell them there's two
sorry-looking assholes...

with multiple
contusions and various

abrasions and broken bones.

- Inspector Callahan.
- I wanna talk to Threlkis.

At his granddaughter's
Wedding? On what business?

I wanna help him
catch the bouquet.

They have harassment
laws, Inspector.

Sit down. Please.

Champagne? It's imported.

You know, men, like wine, should
grow finer, more civilised.

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...

with her breasts 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 speciality 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
even tell about it

when she was being
tortured and beaten.

I wonder what that old
scumbag's bosses are

gonna say when they
find out about it.

Or maybe his family.

- Maybe his ass is in a wringer.
- You...

You fuck... Fucking bas...

- What is it?
- You... You fucking...

- We need a doctor.
- What happened?

Would someone help us?
Something's wrong here.

- Call an ambulance.
- Grandpa.

- Oh, what is it?
- What happened?

- Sorry, Inspector, but Captain...
- What happened?

Somebody grabbed their chest.
They must've seen the bill.

Oh, my God.

Stand back, please. Stand back.

Hey, Harry, wait till you
see what we got here.

Some stiff's got himself a
.38-calibre vasectomy. Ha-ha.

Harry, you don't look so hot.

Bad night? All nookied out?

Who do you think? Gang hit,

screwed-up drug
score, unlucky John?

Or an unhappy love affair?

Hey, don't tell me this
shit'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 being thrown out of a

window 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
you know what does bother me?

You know what makes me
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?

Talking about having our
fingers in the holes...

and the whole dike's
crumbling around us.

Inspector Callahan?

Yeah, Lieutenant Donnelly
says to get your... self...

to the commissioner's
office. On the double.

Swell.

Leah, can I speak with you?

Jennifer, what marvellous timing.

Look, I'm giving your work
the favourite positions.

That's very nice of
you, but I'm afraid

you'll be wasting
good selling spots.

Nonsense, child. They're
the jewels of the exhibit.

Don't be discouraged if they
don't sell immediately.

They're so intense, people
take time to get used to them.

To tell the truth, I'm just
getting used to them myself.

How can such a howl
of anguish come

from such a sweet girl as you?

I'm leaving town.

- No. When?
- Today.

But you'll miss the exhibit,
you'll miss the opening.

Well, I'm much better at the
painting than I am the receptions.

Can I give you an address
to send the paintings?

Of course. But think
positive. It's

money we'll be sending
from the sales.

- Where will you go?
- North, to visit someone.

- Hey.
- What's happening? Whoo.

Look at the blond baby.

Mama, check it out.

- How you doing?
- Hey.

How you doing, huh?

She wants to play.

- Need a lift?
- Sure, baby.

Then shove a jack up your ass.

Puta.

- Yo, man.
- Move.

Shut up.

In more than 30 years
of police work,

this is the single
most outrageous...

transgression of authority
I ever heard about.

What did you think you were doing?

My job.

Is it your job to
harass and incite

an old man into a heart attack?

My job is to investigate homicide.

That old man happens
to be one of the

biggest crime lords
on the West Coast.

How the hell did I know
he was gonna vapour-lock?

But you hoped he would.

The Doker case is
mine. It was at a

standstill. I was trying
to break it loose.

Sure, with threats
and intimidation.

Any way possible.

Are you aware...

that you have destroyed months of

surveillance and
intelligence work?

We're talking here thousands of
dollars, hundreds of man-hours.

Special Investigations
has been busting its

ass preparing a case
against Threlkis.

He would've just snaked
his way out of it.

Maybe we saved the
taxpayers a little money.

I ought to bust your
ass down to Traffic.

Or better yet, kick
it off the force.

You're a dinosaur, Callahan.
Your ideas don't fit today.

Just what ideas are these?

That murder's a crime, that
it shouldn't be punished?

Hey. Don't you lecture
me, you son of a bitch.

You know who you're talking
to? You know my record?

Yeah. You're a legend
in your own mind.

- Goddamn you, Callahan.
- Gentlemen, that's enough.

Inspector, your methods
are unconventional,

to say the least. Oh,
you get results.

But often your successes
are more costly

to the city and this department...

in terms of publicity and physical

destruction than most
other mens' failures.

- Commissioner...
- Please.

The press'll have a field
day with this escapade.

There may be further civil
and legal repercussions.

As a matter of fact, there may
be attempts at retaliation.

I think it would be wise if the
Inspector took some time off.

Are you suspending me, sir?

No, I'm suggesting you take a
vacation until this cools off.

Well, I'm not up for a vacation.

Callahan, I'm not gonna fence
with you. Take a few days off.

Harry, a couple of days.

Think things over,
Callahan. Get with it.

It's a whole new
ballgame 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 computerised tomogram
doesn't show any evidence...

of chronic subdural haematoma.

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 gonna keep trying.
We're always hopeful.

You should be too.

Dr Blooming, call your
office, please. Dr Blooming,

Dr Mockleter. Dr Richard
Mockleter, please call Line 5.

Dr Mockleter, Line 5.

Hi, baby.

It's me.

Jen.

I missed you.

Dr Blooming, call
your office, please.

Dr Blooming.

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.

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.

You joining the act too?

No, for christ sakes.
Back off a little.

I'm worried about your
ass. You're gonna

get it shot off or
kicked out of here.

- So, what else is new?
- Harry.

These bastards are not
a bunch of junkies.

To 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 a 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 gotta 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.

Hey, I heard you got
a vacation, man.

And I got just the
place for you to go.

- You've got that wrong.
- You ain't got no choice.

I think maybe I do.

Hey. What, you thinking
about quitting?

I might just do that.

Look at the field, man. Look
at what you did up there.

Well, it's not quite good enough.

Hey.

You can't quit, that's where
we're at. Okay, jamf?

What's the brass gonna do, huh?

What'll they do
about their ulcers?

Who are they gonna complain to?

Okay, the PR guy's kissing ass,
kissing ass that you kicked.

You ain't nothing but a cop.

Now, that's all you've been and

that's all you ever
gonna be, jamf.

Thank you, doctor.

Now, listen, when you get cut,
you'll bleed P.D. blue, jamf.

What the hell's a "jamf"?

That means you're a
jive-ass mother...

Forget I asked.

Mm.

Almost there.

I hope the house is suitable.

It's a wee bit deserted
out there in West Cliff.

But I thought you
might appreciate the

solitude as you seek inspiration.

The house is lovely.

Well, I've left the fridge
and the cupboard stocked.

And there's firewood for a fire.

And let's see, here
are the keys...

for the carousel house.

Everything you need
should be here.

But if you have any
additional wants,

we have an account in Dunstan's.

Thank you.

Oh, Miss Spencer, I can't tell
you how really happy we are...

that you're taking over this
work for the Historical Society.

Because your work is so impressive
and so impeccably authentic.

I do my research.

Well, it must give you a great
feeling of satisfaction...

to make old, ugly
things right again.

Yes, sometimes it does.

It don't look like you the type.

- I like this one.
- Oh, that's gorgeous.

Come on, you guys,
don't look so down.

This is a party. Come on.

You like what I brought you, baby?

Come here, baby. I like you, yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

Come on, baby. Come on,
give me something.

Come on, you guys, give me some.

No.

That's right, come with me.
Not yet. Come on, baby.

Tell him that you like it.

Don't forget, I get my
shot at the other one.

Hey, Alby.

What are you, queer?

- There he is. There he is.
- Okay.

We'll show you what dog shit is.

Come on. Let's go kick some ass.

Whoo.

There he is. We've got him.
We got him. We got him.

So that's your idea of
rest and recreation?

What the hell's wrong with you?

Briggs is gone berserk and the
commissioner's climbing up my ass.

I'm sorry to hear about that.

Damn it, can't you do
anything the easy way?

- Look, am I on the job or not?
- Yes, you are.

Good. Then I'll get to it.

- It's not what you think.
- Oh?

Remember that cock-shot stiff
out by the Cliff House?

Yeah.

He's been in the
city a few years...

mostly clean, but definitely
out in the shade.

He looks strictly
small-time, but who

knows? Maybe he just
never got caught.

And?

He came from San Paulo,
born and raised.

I want you to get
down there and pick

up whatever background
you can on him.

- What is this crap?
- It's a murder case, Harry.

And you're shipping me out?

Goddamn it, I'm
doing you a favour.

You're a walking
freaking combat zone.

People have a nasty habit
of getting dead around you.

I don't want any civilians
taking the fall.

You wanna work? Fine, work.

Now, you got your
assignment. Get the

hell out of here and
get on with it.

Take all the time you need.
You don't have to hurry back.

Maybe the salt air'll
agree with you.

Inspector, any comment?

Swell.

Freeze, mother...

What? That way.

Around the corner.

Hey, what...?

Hey, what's the matter with you?
You trying to kill someone?

My bike.

- Excuse me.
- Is it time to go on the bus now?

Where's he going?

Police Officer in pursuit of
a robbery suspect. Hang on.

- Shag his ass.
- Yeah, get that sucker.

You gotta nail that
son of a bitch.

Good God, is he all right?

I guess I'd better
read you your rights.

The best damn day trip I had since
they dropped me in that damn home.

Holy mackerel.

So you're the famous
Harry Callahan.

Harry, I'm gonna
make this short and

sweet. I'm only gonna 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 bitch.

Swell.

Damn, Meathead.

What did you call me?

Oh, I was talking to the dog.

- Is that your dog?
- Yeah.

Why? Do you want him?

Listen, buster, if
you can't control

him, get a leash. There are laws.

Quiet.

Well, you seem to be all right.

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

Quiet.

- This way, Inspector.
- He's the one from San Francisco.

This is it, Inspector.

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, Inspector.

It was me. You saved my life.

Thanks.

Right. If there's anything...

- There you go.
- Great.

- Can I help you?
- Draft.

Come on.

It's my game, my game.
Ha. You son of a bitch.

Come on, dickhead,
fork over the bucks

before I kick your nuts
up into your nose.

I ain't got any bucks,
Ray. I pissed it away.

Come on. What about
you? Pull something out

of your pants besides
that wet string.

I ain't got much, man.
We've been here all day.

Eddie won't run us no more tab.

Give me what you got,
twat-lips, before

I give your face its first period.

Here, man. That's it.

Hey, yo, Kruger.

Wanna 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.

Shit, Kruger. You're good for
shit any more. You know that?

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

Hi, Cutie.

Wanna buy me a drink?

Not today.

Come on, sailor. I know there's
some question you wanna ask me.

Go ahead. You might get lucky.

Only with humans.

You s...

Hey. You... Hey.

Oh, shit.

- Shit.
- 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...

long ago?

Under the boardwalk?

Remember?

Well, it looks like I
owe you one, Meathead.

- Inspector, what are you...?
- Where's Jannings?

He's out at Buckman Cove. Some
fisherman discovered a body there.

Jannings personally checks on
every corpse that turns up?

No, sir. But this was
pretty clearly a murder.

Off the record, sir, the
victim was shot twice.

Once in the head,
once in the genitals.

We should go in the outer
office. Chief gets...

You know anybody in
this picture here?

Not really.

I think they're just friends
of the Chief's son, I guess.

What about this girl right here?

The dyke? Yeah. Everybody
knows Ray Parkins.

She's nothing. She's
just a local. Why?

She looked familiar.
I thought maybe

I'd brushed across her somewhere.

Yeah, well, it's pretty hard not
to brush across her in San Paulo.

All right.

Back up.

You folks just stay
right where you are.

No, stay away.

Please stand back.
All right, Sergeant.

Why didn't you call me?

Just who are you that
I should call you?

What went on at your
hotel this morning?

What do you make of this?

Well, you tell me, Mr
Big-City Inspector.

Everywhere you go, something gets
smashed or somebody gets killed...

and I don't like it.
And I don't like you.

So you just finish your research
and get out of my town.

It's more than research now.

Either you're too stupid or too
pigheaded to realise that.

- Get out of here.
- The M.O.'s the same.

Ballistics will ID the bullet as
coming from the same gun. I can...

You're not gonna do
one goddamn thing but

get your ass out of
here. I mean now.

I mean, right this
goddamn minute. Or

I swear to Jesus I'll lock you up.

I thought I told you I don't
want you in my store.

I gotta talk to you,
you stuck-up asshole.

We've got nothing to
say to each other.

Oh, yeah? You hear the radio?

Leave my store.

Kruger's dead. They
found him this morning.

He had his balls splattered all
over the front of his pants.

- I don't care, Ray.
- Yeah?

Same thing happened to
Wilburn up in San Francisco.

- Wilburn?
- Yeah.

Remember him?

He's dead.

Well, that's twice I don't care.

Well, you better care, prick.

- I think she's come back.
- Who?

Oh, don't try and pretend with
me, you hypocritical shit.

You dipped your wick just
like the rest of them.

Will you shut your mouth?

You evil witch.

What's the matter, afraid
somebody's gonna hear?

Afraid you'll lose some of your
customers if they find out?

There's nothing to find out.

You make me wanna puke.

I'm gonna call Mick.

Look, you do what
you want, but keep

that psycho bastard away from me.

I'll tell him you said that.

Watch them real good.

And be prepared...

boy scout.

Now, see. Just like I told you.

You hurt me this time, and it's
gonna be your last, you bastard.

Hurt you, babe? What
do you take me for?

- Let me up.
- Sure, babe, sure.

In a minute.

Say it first.

Say it.

- Mickey.
- Yeah.

- Baby...
- Mm.

- You're so beautiful.
- Yeah.

I want you, Mickey.

- How bad do you want me, baby?
- I want you bad.

- Yeah?
- You're so strong.

Huh. Yeah.

You're everything a man should be.

- Oh, yeah, baby, that's right.
- You're...

Keep talking, baby. Come on.

- Don't stop now, bitch.
- I can't. The phone.

Who the fuck is this?

Well...

how do?

Getting near my time to call you.

I like it like this.

Yeah. Maybe we'll
just keep it this

way since you know how to find me.

That so?

Well, we'll just have to do
something about that, won't we?

Yeah?

Horace, I'd like you
to do me a favour.

Could you get me the ballistics
on the Wilburn killing?

The what?

Oh, yeah, I got him.
Almost as ugly as you are.

He does have his
good points, though.

Could you wire out that
report in the morning?

Listen, you just keep
your ass covered

until I can get this
arranged, okay?

Thanks.

Kruger.

Okay-

But, Jesus, if Chief
Jannings finds out...

He won't.

Just get me the information
any way you can.

The names, where they
are, where they work.

It's not gonna be easy, Inspector.

I don't dare risk taking
that photo off his wall.

One other thing. Could you
get me Kruger's sheet?

Anything else?

Just the address.

Mrs Kruger? Can I
have a word with you?

You from the insurance
company, pal?

No.

Then if you don't
wanna buy some of

these fish, get your
ass out of here.

Mrs Kruger, my name's Callahan.

You got shit in your ears, buddy?

I'd like to ask you
a few questions

about your late husband.

That lousy son of a bitch?
He leaves me nothing.

I'm up to my ass in bills. He
let the insurance run out.

Then he gets killed looking
at dirty pictures...

when he ain't even touched
me in months, the bastard.

Say, can't you see our
sister's in mourning?

Why don't you get the
hell out of here?

Why don't you boys go suck
some fish heads, huh?

Don't even think about it.

Well, I'll come back...

when you're less bereaved.

Well, you've come a long way.

Well, somebody told us
to get it together.

I have a feeling you've
heard that before.

Sorry if I was a little gruff...

but you and your friend
did take me by surprise.

Well, buy me a beer, and
we'll call it even.

All right.

Stay, Meathead.

Waiter, a beer for Mr?

Callahan.

And another for me, please.

I'll have that right here for you.

I'm Jennifer Spencer.

So how's police business?

What makes you think I'm a cop?

I saw the commotion
here the other day.

You're either a cop or
public enemy number one.

Some people might say both.

Really? Who?

Oh, bozos with big brass
nameplates on their desks...

and asses the shape of the
seat of their chairs.

Why?

It's a question of methods.
Everybody wants results...

but nobody wants to do what they
have to do to get them done.

And you do?

I do what I have to do.

I'm glad, Callahan. But, you know,
you're an endangered species.

This is the age of lapsed

responsibilities and
defeated justice.

Today, "an eye for an eye"
means "only if you're caught."

Even then it's an
indefinite postponement

and "let's settle out of court."

Does that sound profound
or just boring?

Sorry, I'm sure you get that
sort of thing all the time.

No, I don't hear it enough.

Well, I promise to
adjourn Philosophy 101.

- What do you do for a living?
- I paint.

Paint?

Houses, cars, what?

Horses.

- Horses?
- Hobbyhorses.

I'm restoring the carousel here.

Somehow, you don't seem like the
typical San Paulo policeman.

I'm not.

- Typical?
- San Paulo.

San Francisco P.D., Homicide.

Don't tell me this is
your idea of a vacation.

No, I'm down here on a case.

Just gathering
information in general.

Anything interesting?

It's coming around.

Got any theories?

Somebody's doing some killing, and
I have a hunch it's gonna go on.

- A psycho?
- Probably.

Of course, it could be somebody
just collecting on a debt.

Revenge?

The oldest motivation
known to mankind.

And you don't approve?

Until it breaks the law.

You gonna want another
one of these?

No, I work early.

41lgetthat - No, no.

A deal's a deal.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- Hey, mister, that your dog?
- Why, you want him?

Swell.

My turn, clown.

The witch was right.

It is you.

Put down the gun.

Now, look, I mean, you gotta
understand something.

That was a long time ago.
It was 10 years ago.

I was just a... A kid.

I didn't mean anything by
it. I know it was wrong...

but I was drunk.

I didn't even know
what I was doing.

Well, I'm a businessman
now. I'm making money.

I can give you some of it.
You need money, right?

Please.

It wasn't my fault. The
others made me do it.

Don't make me beg.

It wasn't that bad, was it? Not
bad enough to kill me for.

People sell it every day.
They give it away for...

Christ, don't. Please.

Don't shoot me.

Come in.

Close the door.

Sit down.

It's for you.

Yeah?

Harry, what the hell's
going on down there?

Jannings is bending the
commissioner's ear.

He's a good guy. Go easy
with him, will you?

Harry, you don't have a hell
of a lot of friends upstairs.

Don't screw yourself, okay?

Understand?

No, I don't understand...

at all.

Here's the ballistic reports for
the Kruger and Wilburn killing.

I think you'll find they
match up perfectly.

So that's the story, kid.

So our little college honey
is collecting dues, huh?

Yeah, you got it. Heads up.

- So, what are we gonna do?
- We snuff her.

This town's got
thousands of people.

Maybe she's not even staying
here. How do we find her?

We don't.

- What do you mean?
- We wait.

She's coming after you
too sometime, right?

- I suppose.
- Well, we'll be here.

Make her feel real welcome.

Yeah, what about Tyrone and Alby?

I don't give a fuck about
Tyrone. Alby's covered.

How? The guy's a
zombie. He doesn't

even know if he's pissing himself.

He's covered.

Okay.

- You never give up, do you?
- It's my job, remember?

What do you want
from me, Callahan?

I wanna know why you're dragging
your ass in this investigation.

Every available man
is on the street.

We're logging more overtime than
the township can afford to pay.

Now, we're gonna get that maniac.

Do you believe these
killings are random?

I reject no theory at this time.

But in case you haven't
noticed, there's

been no truce declared
on the muggings...

the shoplifting, the burglaries,
the drunken driving.

All these less-headline-grabbing

crimes that we face
here every day.

Now, we're doing the best we can.

Maybe that's not good enough.

Callahan, this is
not, repeat, not,

your jurisdiction, so
you stay out of it.

I'm warning you.

Aren't you curious as
to why I was here?

So...

you coming to the party
I told you about?

Oh, I can't. My sister's visiting.

Yeah?

She a college girl too?

No, she's a junior in high school.

Bring her.

The more, the merrier.

I don't think so.

What's the matter? Us locals
not good enough for you?

It's not that. You
don't understand.

Oh, all right, we'll come,
but we have to leave early.

Leave whenever you'd like.

Who knows? You may
have a nice time.

This is Callahan. Can
I talk to Bennett?

I'll patch you through.

Bennett here.

Bennett, would you run a plate
for me? 1-Adam-Queen-Ida-1-7-5.

- All right, Inspector.
- Thanks.

What the fuck are you doing?

- You fucking pig.
- Just give me a little bit.

- Get your hands off me.
- Jesus Christ.

All I wanted was...

- I'll bust every bone in your...
- Come on, man. Come on.

Wait. What the hell is this?

Police officer. I'd like to
ask you a few questions.

My ass.

You? Goddamn it.

Son of a bitch.

You bastard. Knock it off.

Stop it.

Now, boy, you're
gonna come downtown

and we're gonna answer
some questions.

You don't have to
answer nothing, Mick.

You son of a bitch,
I'll get a lawyer.

He'll be out tomorrow,
you fucking bastard.

God.

So...

the bitch is here.

So tell me.

How's your slut sister?

Book him.

A little late for
Wave-watching, isn't it?

I couldn't sleep.

- Want a beer?
- Thanks.

It's not safe to be
out alone after dark.

Life's full of risks, isn't it?

I better go home.
Thanks for the beer.

- Did you bicycle down here?
- No, I walked. It relaxes me.

Well, I'll give you a ride home.

Oh, that's all right.

It's okay, it relaxes me.

This is it.

Well, thanks for the lift.

Would you like something
stronger to drink than beer?

Come on in.

I don't mind if I do.

I'll get some brandy.

Unusual.

Yeah.

I have a rule. Never
drink with a critic.

You wanna be alone
tonight, Callahan?

Neither do I.

Okay, Harry, wake up, sucker. The

heat's off and we're
gonna celebrate.

Well, well, well.

Kiss your ass goodbye, Sambo.

Bennett.

Bennett, I think you better send

somebody out to Ray
Parkins' place.

She's getting ripe.

Have that punk brought down
to the interrogation room.

I've gotta ask him some questions.

Oh, sorry, Inspector,
he's been released.

Who sprung him?

Kruger's brother-in-law picked
him up less than an hour ago.

Swell.

Inspector, I'll get that licence
plate number you wanted.

No. No, no, forget about that.
That turned out to be nothing.

Thanks.

I don't know where they
are. I don't wanna

answer your questions.
Just leave me alone.

Hotshot cop.

Your ass is mine.

Mick, the gun.

Cocksucker.

Drop the gun.

He couldn't live with it.

The other vermin didn't care.

But the guilt ate at his gut...

like an acid.

He actually wanted
you to come back.

He used to sit at night, waiting,
praying that you'd come back.

One night he couldn't
wait any longer.

He just got in his
car, he drove off,

smashed himself into
a retaining wall.

And now you're here and
he doesn't even know it.

It's my fault.

I should have let him
be punished then...

along with the other filth.

But he's my only child. His
mother died giving birth to him.

We're all each other have.

I was afraid for him.
I was afraid for me.

You see, I was a public figure.

So...

I did things. I fixed it.

And now I want you to just go.

Let it end.

There's one left.

And I've got him...

in my jail.

And you just leave him to me.

He preyed on Alby,
preyed on me ever since.

That too is gonna end.

Oh, is that so, Lester boy?

Ah ah.

Put down the piece, Lester.

Or I'll splatter what's left
of the retard's brains...

all over the floor.

Hi, babe.

Is this what you had
in mind for me?

You almost fucked up here, Lester.

But don't worry, I'm gonna
take care of everything.

And you won't have to do a damn
thing but sit on your fat ass.

But first, me and the little babe
gonna relive us some old times.

Damn, Mick. You didn't say
nothing about doing the Chief.

Don't sweat it. It's a freebie.

We just signed our little
honey's name to it.

Horace?

Shit, man.

Hey, you remember this
place, baby? Huh?

Aw, sure. You remember.

I wonder if it's any better
after all these years.

If there's anything left,
you boys can have a piece.

Okay, you prickless scum.

You wanna try it again? You think
you can get it up this time?

Think you can make
it work this time?

If you want me, you
filthy maggot...

you take me.

Because this time you'll
have to rape my dead body.

No.

The bitch is mine.

All right.

You lousy cunt.

- You all right, Mick?
- Get her.

Get the bitch.

Come on, come on.

Where is she?

Oh, there she is.

That way, Eddie.

You ain't getting
out of here, baby.

Over here.

Go around the other
way. Close in on her.

She got away.

Where is she?

The door.

No, you don't, sweetie.

Holy shit.

Come on, cop. Come up
and enjoy the party.

We got a class reunion
happening up here.

Let the girl go, punk.

Let my baby go? I can't do that.

This is my baby.

This is my prize.

Come on, cop, you
know I can't do that.

I can't just let her go.

Then it would be just you and me.

Come on, make my day.

That's not a bad idea, is it?

What happens now?

- Well, I guess now I've got to...
- Read me my rights?

Well, what exactly are my rights?

And where was all
this concern for my

rights when I was being
beaten and mauled?

And what about my sister's rights
when she was being brutalised?

There is a thing called justice.

And was it justice that they
should all just walk away?

You'll never understand, Callahan.

Inspector, we found a
.38 snub in his belt.

Run it through ballistics.

I think you'll find his gun there
was used in all the killings.

Then it's over?

Yeah, it's over.