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Magnum Force |
| Year |
1973 |
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Harry Callahan:
A man's got to know his limitations.
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Prostitute:
Too bad you're not on welfare, I'd give you a freebie.
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Harry Callahan:
You know those guys?
Early Smith:
They came through the Academy after me. They stick together like flypaper, you know? Everybody thought they were queer for each other.
Harry Callahan:
Tell you something. If the rest of you could shoot like them, I wouldn't care if the whole damn department was queer.
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Harry Callahan:
Couldn't of happened to a nicer bunch of guys.
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[Harry is confronted by three of the vigilante cops]
Harry Callahan:
You heroes killed a dozen people this week. What are you going to do next week?
Officer Davis:
Kill a dozen more.
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Lieutenant Briggs:
Suppose they panic and start shooting?
Harry Callahan:
Nothing wrong with shooting as long as the right people get shot!
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Lieutenant Briggs:
You're on loan to Stakeout, Callahan.
Harry Callahan:
That's right, Lieutenant! You saw to that.
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Harry Callahan:
Well, I just work for the city, Briggs!
Lieutenant Briggs:
So do I, longer than you, and I never had to take my gun out of its holster once. I'm proud of that.
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Pilot:
Excuse me, Captain. This may seem silly but can you fly?
Harry Callahan:
Nope. Never had a lesson.
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Harry Callahan:
[shows boss suspect's bullet]
Lieutenant Briggs:
[seeing it through microscope] Close, but no match. It has much more lines than the other. Where'd get it from, by the way?
Harry Callahan:
Oh, just some hunch.
Lieutenant Briggs:
Tell me where.
Harry Callahan:
Look, it doesn't matter because it doesn't match up, so there is no reason for me to tell you.
Lieutenant Briggs:
Don't play any crap games with me.
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Infirmary Doctor:
You sure you don't want a local?
Harry Callahan:
Yes.
Infirmary Doctor:
Ok, but you better let me finish up here, otherwise your brain's going to be dripping out onto your shoe.
Lieutenant Briggs:
[enters] How is he?
Infirmary Doctor:
Well, he got seven stitches but he'll be fine.
Lieutenant Briggs:
[now yelling at Harry] Blast it, Harry what happened out there? I told you not to use Sweet, and what happens, two minutes out there and he is shot dead.
Harry Callahan:
I didn't know he was going to be positioned at such a risky spot.
Lieutenant Briggs:
Well you are in real trouble. I also want to see that bullet of yours, now!
Harry Callahan:
[takes it out and throws it on the floor] Eat it!
Lieutenant Briggs:
[bends down to get it and then slowly gets back up glaring at Harry]
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Neighbor:
[seeing Harry take apart a mailbox] What's going on? What are you doing?
Harry Callahan:
Taking apart this mailbox.
Neighbor:
That's my mailbox too.
[after a moment]
Neighbor:
I'm calling the police.
[heads upstairs to do so]
Harry Callahan:
I am a police officer.
Neighbor:
[comes back down] Oh. You're the police officer who lives upstairs.
Harry Callahan:
[has the mailbox open now and finds a miniature bomb inside, with a red light lit up on it. He takes it out and clicks a button causing the red light to go out]
Neighbor:
What's that?
Harry Callahan:
A bomb. Here, you want to hold it?
Neighbor:
[panicking] Oh no, no, no.
Harry Callahan:
Yeah, you see that. If you had held me up any more, we would all be stuck to the ceiling by now.
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Lieutenant Briggs:
[knocks on Harry's door]
Harry Callahan:
Who is it?
Lieutenant Briggs:
[doesn't answer and knocks again]
Harry Callahan:
[takes gun out and aims it at door] Come in.
Lieutenant Briggs:
[enters] I told you before, that I don't like looking at the barrel of that gun.
Harry Callahan:
Well, why didn't you answer me when I asked, "Who is it?"
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Lieutenant Briggs:
Make a right here and get on the freeway.
Harry Callahan:
Why? You know a faster route to the station that way.
Lieutenant Briggs:
[puts his glasses away and takes his gun out and points it at Callahan]
Harry Callahan:
[seeing this] Your gun is out of your holster.
Lieutenant Briggs:
We're not going back to the station. I hope you know that.
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Lieutenant Briggs:
You killed three cops, Harry. And the only reason why I'm not going to kill you now is because I'm going to prosecute you against your own system.
[gets in car and starts it up]
Lieutenant Briggs:
It'll be my word against yours!
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Lieutenant Briggs:
[with gun pointed] Just hold it right there, Callahan. No tricks.
Harry Callahan:
Your organization is through Briggs.
Lieutenant Briggs:
[nods slyly] There's a lot more where they came from. Move out of the way. Move it!
Lieutenant Briggs:
[after Harry moved from the car] Uphold the law. You just killed three police officers, Harry. And the only reason why I'm not gonna kill you, is because I'm gonna prosecute you- with your own system. It'll be my word against yours. And who's gonna believe you, Harry? You're a killer. A maniac.
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Lieutenant Briggs:
People are guilty until proven... I mean... God damn it, you know what I mean!
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Harry Callahan:
Briggs, I hate the damn system, but until someone comes along with changes that make sense, I'll stick with it.
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[Harry and Walter are examining the car of the pimp shot to death]
Walter, Crime Scene Investigator:
Now, he'd have to be standing right here, this close. Point-blank range.
Harry Callahan:
The driver's license and a hundred dollar bill were out, almost like he was showing it to a traffic cop.
Walter, Crime Scene Investigator:
Yeah. And from what we have it figures to be someone impersonating a police officer. On the cars at least, it's been done before. This close it would have to be someone he would never recognize.
Harry Callahan:
Or never suspect.
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Harry Callahan:
Where'd you learn to shoot like that? Certainly not around here.
Officer Phil Sweet:
No, sir. Airborne Rangers... Special Forces.
Harry Callahan:
And how about the rest of these guys? Are they as good as you?
Officer Phil Sweet:
Well, Grimes here... I'd say he's about even with me... Astrachan's a little better on a good day
Officer Red Astrachan:
[snickers] A little better?
Officer Phil Sweet:
And Davis there... he's just dog crazy. He's a lot better.
Harry Callahan:
A lot better? You sure show a sense of style... Sweet is it? Well, when I get back on homocide I hope you boys will come see me.
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Harry Callahan:
[at end of main titles] This is a 44. Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world. It can take your head clean off. You've got to ask yourself one question, Do I feel lucky?
[fires at the audience]
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Officer Phil Sweet:
What kind of a load do you use in that .44?
Harry Callahan:
It's a light Special. This size gun it gives you better control and less recoil than a .357 Magnum with wadcutters.
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Officer Davis:
I feel somewhat responsible.
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Carol McCoy:
[to Harry] Damn. Do you think with all these kids I'm ever going to get laid?
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Sunny:
[as Harry walks by to his appartment] Hi!
Harry Callahan:
Oh, hi... what's your name?
Sunny:
Sunny. You know, I've been living here for almost six months now. It's funny I've never met you before.
Harry Callahan:
Oh well... I work a lot.
Sunny:
I know. You're the cop who lives upstairs.
Harry Callahan:
That's right.
Sunny:
Mind if I ask you a question?
Harry Callahan:
Go ahead.
Sunny:
What does a girl have to do to go to bed with you?
Harry Callahan:
[blinks twice, then smiles] Try knocking on the door.
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