Callahan: I know what you're thinking. Did he fire six shots or only five? Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do ya punk?
[Thief surrenders]
Thief: Hey ... I gots to know!
[Callahan pulls the trigger, but the gun just clicks on an empty chamber and he grins. Camera cuts to the thief mouthing "Son of a squeak!"]
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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 bellybutton 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-squeak?
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.
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