Dirty Harry1971

Mayor:
All right, let's have it.

Insp. Harry Callahan:
Have what?

Mayor:
Your report. What have you been doing?

Insp. Harry Callahan:
Oh, well for the past three quarters of an hour, I have been sitting on my ass in your outer office, waiting on you.

Lt. Al Bressler:
Dammit all, Harry, that's the Mayor you're talking to! ...

Mayor:
Won't you sit down Inspector Callahan? ... There's a madman loose, I've asked you what's being done, fair enough?

Insp. Harry Callahan:
We've got a dozen men checking identification files, checking on all known extortionists, roof top prowlers, rifle nuts, peepers..

Lt. Al Bressler:
Mr. Mayor — we've arranged for rooftop surveillance and helicopter patrols especially around the Catholic churches and schools and in the black areas.

Insp. Harry Callahan:
Ballistics is checking on the slug. We're pretty sure it's a .30-06, seven lands and grooves, right-hand twist ...

Lt. Al Bressler:
Sir — we're running a computer check on everybody in the files whose birthday falls between October 23rd and November 21st.

Mayor:
Why?

Insp. Harry Callahan:
Natives of Scorpio.

Mayor:
Thank you Inspector. Have any of you mentioned this note to anyone? How about you? (looking at Callahan)

Insp. Harry Callahan:
Nobody.

Mayor:
Your wife, sweetheart, ... press?

Insp. Harry Callahan:
Nobody.

Mayor:
All right. Give the message to the Chronicle. We'll agree to pay, but we'll tell him we need time to get the money together.

Insp. Harry Callahan:
Wait a minute. Do I get this right? You're gonna play this creep's game?

Mayor:
It'll get us more breathing space.

Insp. Harry Callahan:
It also might get somebody killed. Why don't you let me meet with the son-of-a-b*tch?

Chief:
No, none of that. You'd end up with a real blood-bath.

Mayor:
I agree with the Chief. We'll do it this way, all right?

Lt. Al Bressler:
Thank you Mr. Mayor. Come on Callahan, let's go.

Mayor:
(calls out) Callahan.

Insp. Harry Callahan:
Sir?

Mayor:
I don't want any more trouble like you had last year in the Fillmore District. Understand? That's my policy.

Insp. Harry Callahan:
Yeah, well, when an adult male is chasing a female with intent to commit rape, I shoot the bastard; that's my policy.

Mayor:
Intent? How did you establish that?

Insp. Harry Callahan:
When a naked man is chasing a woman through an alley with a butcher knife and a hard-on, I figure he isn't out collecting for the Red Cross.

Mayor:
[after Callahan has left] I think he's got a point.