Easy, boy.
Horace, you son of a bitch.
[DOG PEES]
Swell.
Damn, Meathead.
What did you call me?
I was talking to the dog.
- Is 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'd better get it together.
[MEATHEAD PANTS]
Quiet!
[MEATHEAD FARTS]
This way, inspector.
This is it, inspector.
The coffee room and john are down the hall.
If that's all, I'll get back to work.
Nice work yesterday, inspector.
It was me. You saved my life.
Thanks.
Right.
If there is anything...
- Can I help you? - Draft.
My game! My game! You son of a bitch.
Come on, dickhead, fork over the bucks before I kick your nuts up your nose!
I don't have any bucks, Ray. I pissed it away.
And you? Pull something from your pants besides your wet string.
I ain't got much. We've been here all day...
...and they won't run us no more tab.
Give me it, twat-lips, or I'll give your face its first period.
Want to go a couple of chugalugs for some scratch?
- What about us? - Suck my ass with a straw!
- How about it, Kruger? - I'm out of here.
Shit, Kruger! You're good for shit anymore.
What's happened to you?
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.
You...
Shit!
Looking for trouble, pal?
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?
Looks like I owe you one, Meathead.
- Inspector, what...? - Where's Jannings?
Buckman Cove. A fisherman discovered a body there.
He personally checks up on every corpse?
No, sir. But this was clearly a murder.
The victim was shot twice. Once in the head, once in the genitals.
We should go to the outer office.
You know anyone in this picture?
Not really.
I think they're friends of the chief's son.
And this girl?
The dyke? Yeah. Everybody knows Ray Parkins.
She's just a local. Why?
Looks familiar. I thought I'd seen her somewhere.
It's hard not to run across her in San Paulo.
Why didn't you call me?
Who are you that I should call you?
What went on at your hotel this morning?
What do you think?
You tell me, Mr. Big-City Inspector.
Everywhere you go, somebody gets killed...
...and I don't like it. And I don't like you.
So finish your research and get out of my town.
It's more than research.
You're too stupid to realize that.
- Get out of here. - The m. o.'s the same.
Ballistics will I.D. The bullet as from the same gun.
You're not going to do anything but get your ass out of here!
Right this damn minute or I swear to Jesus I'll lock you up!
I told you I don't want you in my store.
I've got to talk to you, you stuck-up asshole.
We've got nothing to say to each other.
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.
Same thing happened to Wilburn in San Francisco.
Wilburn?
Remember him?
He's dead.
That's twice I don't care.
Well, you better care, prick!
- I think she's come back. - Who?
Don't try to pretend with me, you hypocritical shit!
You dipped your wick just like the others.
You shut your mouth.
You evil witch.
What's the matter, afraid somebody's going to hear?
Afraid you'll lose some of your customers if they find out?
There's nothing to find out.
You make me want to puke!
I'm going to call Mick.
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.
Hurt me this time, and it'll be your last.
Hurt you, babe? What do you take me for?
- Let me up. - Sure, babe, sure.
In a minute.
Say it first.
Say it!
- Mickey. - Yes.
Baby...
...you're so beautiful.
I want you, Mickey.
- How bad do you want me? - I want you bad.
You're so strong.
You're all a man should be.
Baby, that's right.
Keep talking, baby. Come on.
[PHONE RINGS]
- 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.
Maybe we'll just keep it this way, since you know how to find me.
That so?
We'll just have to do something about that, won't we?
Yeah?
Horace, do me a favor. Get me the ballistics on the Wilburn killing?
The what?
I got him. Almost as ugly as you are.
He does have his good points.
Can you wire the report in the morning?
You keep your ass covered until I can get this arranged.
Thanks.
Kruger.
Okay.
- If Chief Jannings finds out... - He won't.
Just get me the information.
Names, where they are, where they work.
It's not easy, inspector.
I won't 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? - No.
If you don't want 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 a few questions about your 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's killed looking at dirty pictures...
...when he ain't touched me in months, bastard.
Can't you see our sister's mourning? Get out of here.
Why don't you go suck some fish heads?
Don't even think about it.
Well, I'll come back...
...when you're less bereaved.
You've come a long way.
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 took me by surprise.
Buy me a beer, and we'll call it even.
Stay, Meathead.
Waiter, a beer for Mr...?
Callahan.
- And another for me, please. - Right away.
I'm Jennifer Spencer.
How's police business?
What makes you think I'm a cop?
I saw the commotion. You're either a cop or public enemy number one.
Some people might say both.
Really? Who?
Bozos with big brass nameplates on their desks...
...and asses the shape of the seats of their chairs.
Why?
It's a question of methods. Everybody wants results...
...but nobody wants to do what they must to get them.
And you do?
I do what I have to.
I'm glad, Callahan. But you're an endangered species.
It's the age of lapsed responsibility and defeated justice.
"Eye for an eye" means "Only if you're caught. "
Then it's an indefinite postponement and "settle out of court. "
Does that sound profound or just boring?
Sorry, I'm sure you get that sort of thing often.
No, I don't hear it enough.
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.
You don't seem like a typical San Paulo policeman.
I'm not.
- Typical? - San Paulo.
San Francisco P.D., Homicide.
Don't say 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 think it'll go on.
- A psycho? - Probably.
It could be somebody just collecting on a debt.
Revenge?
The oldest motivation known to mankind.
You don't approve?
Till it breaks the law.
Are you gonna want another one of these?
No, I work early.
- I'll get that. - No, no.
A deal's a deal.
- Good night. - Good night.
- Hey, is that your dog? - Why, you want him?
Swell.
The witch was right.
It is you.
Put down the gun.
Now look, you've got to understand something.
That was a long time ago. It was 10 years ago.
I was just 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!
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.
Christ, don't. Please.
Don't shoot me.
Come in.
Close the door.
Sit down.
[PHONE BUZZES]
It's for you.
Yeah?
What's going on? Jannings has got 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?
You got it. Heads up.
- So, what are we going to 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.
And we'll be here.
Make her feel real welcome.
What about Tyrone and Alby?
I don't give a fuck about Tyrone. And 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?
Why are you delaying this investigation?
Every available man's on the street.
We're logging more overtime than the town can afford.
We'll get that maniac.
- Do you think the killings are random? - I reject no theory at this time.
There's been no truth declared on the muggings...
...the burglaries, the drunken driving.
All the less-headline-grabbing crimes that we face everyday.
Now, we're doing the best we can.
Maybe that's not good enough.
Callahan, this is not, repeat, not, your jurisdiction, so stay out of it.
I'm warning you.
Aren't you curious as to why I'm here?
Remember the party I told you about?
I can't. My sister's visiting.
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.
All right, we'll come, but we have to leave early.
Leave whenever you like.
Who knows?
You may have a nice time.
It's Callahan. Can I talk to Bennett?
WOMAN: 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.
What the fuck are you doing?
- You fucking pig! - Give me a little!
Get your hands off of me!
All I wanted was...
Wait! What the hell is this?
Police officer. I have a few questions.
My ass!
Get him, goddamn it!
Son of a bitch!
You bastard! Knock it off!
Stop it!
Now, you're coming downtown and answering some questions.
Don't answer nothing, Mick! Son of a bitch, I'll get a lawyer!
He'll be out tomorrow, you fucking bastard!
Jesus. God.
[GARAGE DOOR CLOSES]
So...
The bitch is here.
So tell me.
How's your slut sister?
Book him!
[PHONE RINGS]
A little late for wave-watching, isn't it?
I couldn't sleep.
- A beer? - Thanks.
It's not safe to be out alone after dark.
Life is 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.
I'll give you a ride home.
No, that's all right.
It's okay, it relaxes me.
JENNIFER: This is it.
Well, thanks for the lift.
Want something stronger to drink than beer?
Come on in.
I don't mind if I do.
I'll get some brandy.
Unusual.
I have a rule. Never drink with a critic.
You want to be alone tonight?
Neither do I.
[HORACE HUMS]
Harry, wake up, sucker. The heat's off and we're going to celebrate.
Well, well, well.
Kiss your ass good-bye, Sambo.
Bennett.
Bennett, send someone to Ray Parkins' place. She's getting ripe.
Bring that punk to the interrogation room. I've got questions for him.
Sorry, inspector, he's been released.
Who sprung him?
Kruger's brother-in-law picked him up.
Swell.
Inspector, I'll get that license plate number you wanted.
No, forget about that. That turned out to be nothing.
Thanks.
I don't know where they are. Just leave me alone!
Hotshot cop.
Your ass is mine!
MAN: Mick, the gun!
Cocksucker!
[LAUGHING]
JANNINGS: 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, waiting, praying that you'd come back.
One night he couldn't wait any longer.
He just got in his car and smashed himself into a retaining wall.
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.
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.
You just leave him to me.
He's preyed on Alby and me ever since.
That too is going to end.
Is that so, Lester boy?
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'll 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 are going to relive 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, babe?
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 want to try it again? Think you can get it up this time?
Think you can make it work this time?
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!
[ACTIVATES ALARM]
Where is she?
MICKEY: You ain't getting out of here.
The door! Get her!
No you don't, sweetie.
Holy shit!
Come on, cop! Come up and enjoy the party!
We've 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?
- I guess now I've got to... - Read me my rights?
What exactly are my rights?
Where was the concern for my rights when I was being beaten?
What about my sister's rights when she was brutalized?
There's a thing called justice.
And was it justice that they should all 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 was used in all the killings.
Then it's over?
Yeah, it's over.
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