The Beast of the City1932

Capt. Jim Fitzpatrick:
[Addressing the assembled policeman, upon his being appointed the new Chief of Police] We're going to start with a clean slate, see? I don't know a thing about any of you. Good or bad, efficient or inefficient. I'm not upsetting any apple cart. Every man keeps the job he's got now until he proves to me he's worth a better one or he has no right on the force at all. I'm not fighting you and you're not fighting me. We're going to fight together. Now this town has become about as rotten as an open grave. Only some of you have got so used to it you don't have to hold your noses anymore. Well, we're going to clean it up, understand? We're going to knock over every speakeasy, hook shop, wheel joint and gin mill from South Canal to North Haven. We're going to keep pulling in every monkey until they get so tired of it they'll all want to lie in the tanks or leave town. Leave the country - not the town, but the country! Each one of you is going to handle your own precinct in your own way. You know more about conditions there than anybody else. What I want is results! If I don't get results there's going to be a shake-up like the inside of a cement mixer. I'll get results if I have to put a patrolman at the head of the vice squad and precinct captains back to teaching rookies drill. All right now, go out and get to work. You'll get official confirmation on all orders before the day's up.

Capt. Jim Fitzpatrick:
[the assembled policeman start to applaud loudly, but Jim waves them to be silent] No, no... never mind those open hands. Close them up into fists, and use them!