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Where are you headed, little lady?
Nowhere with you, numb-nuts. Buzz off!
See you Thursday, you gorgeous thing.
You picked a beautiful day to hitchhike.
Well, I've got a nice little VW back at Stenson's Beach with a cracked block.
You guys wouldn't be going up to Mill Valley, would you?
Andy, aren't we going up to Mill Valley?
I got a couple of bottles of ice-cold beer up there, if you're interested.
You son of a bitch.
Okay, pile in.
How long you been in the Western Gas and Electric Company business?
I can't remember how long I've been in it. How long have I been in it?
Turn in, right here.
Climb up this road here.
Yeah, I'll be right with you.
Better hang a left here, Harry. There's a jam up on Bay.
What's with the citizen?
Police officer, what's the problem?
Thank God. He's inside.
Come on, it's a heart attack.
Make some room, please. Please, move aside.
Please, move aside. This is an emergency.
Excuse us. Would you please move over.
Would you please give us room. He's a police officer.
Police? Where's the ambulance? This poor man's had a heart attack.
I think he's still breathing, though.
Come on, get up.
Get up. Come on. What are you doing?
Party's over. Thanks a lot, Harry.
What are you squawking about?
You got the free meal, didn't you?
Yeah, but I always enjoy the ride in the ambulance.
Get out of here.
All units, be advised that this is a 406.
Harry, it's an ''all units.''
My old lady's gonna kill me.
She's doing a nine-church novena tonight and I told her I'd be home early for supper.
Suspects are armed.
Code 33. Code 33.
Inspector 71 responding to your 406.
What's going on?
A couple of bastards held up that liquor store.
One of our guys stumbled in on it and they shot him up.
They grabbed four hostages.
They said they'll start shooting them one by one unless we give them a car.
Then what are you waiting on?
Lieutenant Brannigan of Robbery.
He said to stall them until he gets here.
God, don't let him kill me. We want the goddamn car, right now.
All right. But you don't get anything till I come in and talk.
All right, you bastard, lay your piece on the hood of that car.
What about me? I'm your partner.
I may have to move fast and I don't need too much linguini to hold me back.
You got a lot of class, Harry.
You get cute, I blow this nice lady all over you. Let's go.
On the floor, motherfucker.
For God's sakes, mister, do like he says!
This is my best sports jacket.
I said, get your ass on the floor, you dirty son of a bitch!
Spread eagle. Move it!
Get down there.
San Francisco's finest.
Roll him over.
Here's the story.
First, we want all the pigs out of here.
Second, we want a car...
...with a police radio.
Deliver it right out there in front.
We're taking two hostages:
Both the women.
If you don't do exactly what I tell you, we blow their fucking heads off!
You got the picture? Yeah.
What are you waiting for?
Run, you jive-ass bastard.
What do they want? They want a car.
What are you going to do?
Give them one.
You son of a bitch!
Tell me, what makes a man crazy enough to join the cops?
If you find out, you let me know, huh?
How can that be? You want an itemized account?
You took out two front doors, one front window, 12 feet of counter.
Plus damages to the stock. Plus one city vehicle totaled.
As well as three hostages in the hospital, all of whom will probably sue the city.
For what? Excessive use of force.
For your information, Callahan...
...the minority community has just about had it with this kind of police work.
By the ''minority community,'' you're talking about the hoods?
It so happens that they are American citizens, too.
What about the lady with the shotgun in her ear?
I'm not going to debate this with you.
I've been on the phone to the Mayor twice this morning.
He went right through the ceiling over this.
Did you tell him about the meeting?
What meeting? The meeting right here, two months ago...
...when you said high priority was: ''Run these hoods out of here.''
I never said to use violence.
What should I do, yell ''trick-or-treat'' at them?
Come on, Harry.
I expect you, and every other man on this force...
...to behave with restraint or turn in his resignation.
You're on notice, Callahan.
This little show of yours yesterday is exactly the kind of thing...
...this department is no longer prepared to tolerate!
Is that clear?
If that's all, Captain, I've got work to do. But not in Homicide.
You've been transferred to Personnel.
That's for assholes.
I was in Personnel for 10 years.
You report tomorrow to the Oral Examining Board. 9:00, on the dot.
No, you haven't got the picture.
I'm the robber, you're the cop.
Now, I'm in a market, see?
And you've just caught me, dead bang. A 211 in the act.
But I'm coming out, and I've got a hostage.
A kid with a gun at his head.
There's no way you're gonna take me alive.
You've 10 seconds to make up your mind, ''Here I come.''
What are you gonna do?
...two, three... You're under arrest.
...four, five... Do something!
...six, seven... How tall is he?
Don't just stand there, goddamn it, do something!
Bang, you're dead.
You're late, Callahan. Sorry about that.
Hello, Krause. Hi.
All right, Bustanoby, you'll be notified of your grade.
You were told to be here at 9:00.
We have 50 officers out there to test.
For how many vacancies? Eight.
There will be five men and three women promoted to inspector out of this group.
Three women? Do you object, Inspector?
Now, who might you be?
This is Mrs. Grey of the Mayor's staff.
She's here to monitor these examinations.
This is Inspector Callahan.
Yes, I know something of Inspector Callahan.
And I'd like to tell you...
...it's the Mayor's plan that the department be brought more into line with...
...the mainstream of 20th century thought.
How does he figure to do that?
For one thing...
...his Honor intends...
...to broaden the areas of participation for women in the police force.
Well, that sounds very stylish.
I think he also said something about:
''Winnowing the Neanderthals out of the department.''
Well, I guess we better get on with it. Next applicant.
Officer Moore? Yes, sir.
As you know, this is the final stage in your examination.
It's an informal test to try and get an idea of your ability to think on your feet.
Your reaction to stress and pressure.
Your ability to apply the law in a hypothetical situation and so on, okay?
How long have you been on the force?
Nine years. What department?
Mainly Personnel and Records.
Personnel and Records? Yes, sir.
Have you any questions for the applicant?
Questions? How fast do you run the 100?
Come on, Callahan, you know how this board functions.
All right, I'm sorry.
You know that...
...if you make inspector under the Mayor's new guidelines...
...you might just be out riding in a police car?
Yes, sir, that's what I'm hoping for.
Officer Moore, maybe you'll tell us...
...about your most important felony arrest.
I've never made a felony arrest.
Well, maybe you'll tell us about your best misdemeanor arrest, then.
I've never made a misdemeanor arrest either.
Then what the hell gives you the right to become an inspector...
...when some men have been on the street for 10 or 15 years?
''The woman's place is in the home.'' Is that what you're trying to say?
Do you think this is an encounter group?
I want to know what she'll do when someone points a gun at her...
...and says, ''Hit the deck! ''
You're just deliberately trying to fail this candidate, aren't you?
Well, if she fails out there, she gets her ass blown off.
It's my ass!
And my hard luck.
Except, out there you'll have a partner.
If you get blown away, he gets blown away with you.
And that's a hell of a price to pay for being stylish.
Are you finished with the questioning?
Hypothetical situation, huh?
I'm standing on the street corner...
...and Mrs. Grey there comes up and propositions me.
She says, if I come home with her for $5, she'll put on a show...
...with a Shetland pony. If this is your idea of humor, Inspector...
All right, what are you trying to do here, Callahan?
I'm trying to find out if anybody here knows what law is being broken...
...besides cruelty to animals.
That's a conspiracy, under Title 7, Section 182...
...Paragraph 1 of the California State Penal Code.
A conspiracy to commit a misdemeanor is a felony...
...and according to People vs. Bashor in... Yes, that's right, good answer.
Thank you, Officer Moore, you'll be notified of your grade.
After I take care of the guard and get his keys...
...we drive to the far end of warehouse 50A. Lalo?
All right, now that's...
I drop you off at that end, at that small door, then I drive around...
...to the wharf side of the warehouse. You open up that first big door...
...I drive it in and back up to the first compound on the right.
Karl and Tex?
Hey, man, we grab the M-16 automatic rifles, right?
Locate and take any explosives.
Dynamite, detonators, and any plastics.
Right. Henry Lee?
I tote and I load all the ammo for the M-16s, okay, man?
Locate the Law rockets. They should be somewhere in the back of the compound.
That's the most important item. Tex, are you sure of their location?
Hey, I sweated in that place for five years.
They're there, I promise.
All right, you guys.
- This is for the people. Right on, ''for the people.''
Jesus, spare me.
What is it? Gas Company.
What's the trouble? We've a gas leak in the area.
We got to check out your underground pipes.
For pete's sake, don't smoke until we tell you it's okay.
It's seeping down into your sewer system. This whole damn block could go!
You got a phone I could use? Yeah, right this way.
Charlie left the gate open.
Better check it.
Tony, call a backup.
I'm going to check around. Frank, watch yourself.
Lalo, get the rest of these loaded.
You'll blow us out of here. Be quiet. Are you all right?
Let us get these.
All of you, hold it right there! Put those boxes down.
You, back there, stand up where I can see you.
And drop that gun. Put your hands over your head and freeze!
Now, just wait a second, mister. Now you shut up and listen.
You just blink an eyelid and I'll mail you home to Mama in a box.
Now, all of you, against the fence!
You, too, honey!
Oh, my God. Jesus!
Oh, baby, it's all right, I'll get you out. I'll get you home.
Bobby, help me. Help me get her up.
You're going to get us caught. No, we'll make it.
She's dead. She's not dead!
The hell she isn't!
Come on, it's over.
Get it on there.
Lalo, get up in there. Come on.
Halt, police! Halt or I'll fire!
I'm gonna get this son of a bitch.
Well, he said it looked like a regular Gas Company truck.
I'm checking with the Marin County Sheriff's Department.
Might tie in with those two bodies they found up there last week.
Well, Irene is in there with him now.
Is that supposed to be some kind of answer?
Harry, he's just been given the last rites.
Get what you can, huh? I will.
Listen, I'm sorry. I know.
He's been asking for you.
How is he?
He's in and out.
I'll smoke a cigarette.
It's a war, isn't it?
I guess I never really understood that.
Frank, what happened?
I had them dead bang. And then I...
There's something you wanted to tell Harry.
Harry, listen, the punk who cut me...
...l've seen him before.
I just can't make the name.
Well, where do you know him from, Frank?
That homicide, remember?
The old hooker...
...up on Filmore district.
The summer of '71?
What about it?
Well, he was one of the pimps we questioned.
We liked him for it, Harry.
We liked him real good.
As I recall, we liked everybody north of Market Street on that one.
He had one of those cutesy-pie little boy names:
Charlie or something, or Bobby.
I'll check Records, they should have your notes.
Ten-to-one they blow it.
Not this time, Frank.
Maybe you better get some rest, huh?
Do you have to go just yet?
Not if you don't want me to.
Did you talk to Records? No, not yet. That was McKay.
We just got a tape from those bastards. I'll see you in my office in 30 minutes.
Code Blue, intensive care.
We want $1 million or we start blowing things up.
The People's Revolutionary Strike Force.
It's being checked.
This Revolutionary Strike Force, are they on your list?
Think it's legitimate? Probably not.
This is Lieutenant Bressler in Homicide.
Well, what are you doing about those records? What's happening?
What do you mean, ''what records''?
I talked to you about them half an hour ago.
Homicide. Filmore district. Inspectors Callahan and DiGeorgio.
What are you talking about, a written request?
Well, who's got the keys?
Look. I'm coming down there in five minutes...
...and you better have those files open, you pencil-pushing son of a bitch!
You don't have to make threats.
I'm telling you, I'm going to nail the guy...
...who carved DiGeorgio if I have to do it on my own time.
That won't be necessary.
You've been back in Homicide since 9:00 this morning, didn't you know?
No. I've been down in Records looking up an old homicide.
Well, I've got 11 names here of known pimps.
I think our man is one of them. Judson, Maddox, Skidmore.
Shall I tell you my instinct on this?
Black militants. No, it keeps coming up hookers.
The girl who was shot in the warehouse is Miki Waleska.
She was a known prostitute.
What we've got here is a well-organized group of militants...
...with enough explosives to blow half of San Francisco away, including...
Law's rockets? Yeah.
The Army's giving us a demonstration at the firing range...
...in exactly 35 minutes.
I'd like everyone connected with the case to be there.
I want you to know what you're up against.
I've too much to do. Besides, I've already been checked out on a Law's rocket.
Your partner hasn't.
You know Inspector Moore?
I'll see you both out at the firing range.
Listen, Inspector, I realize that you are not particularly happy by this assignment.
You don't think I'm up to it, do you? Right.
...I would like to get one thing straight, and that is the fact I'm a woman.
I consider that fact absolutely irrelevant from now on...
...because I will not accept, nor do I expect, any special consideration.
The Law's rocket, for all intents and purposes...
...a one-shot, throwaway, disposable bazooka.
It is a fiberglass tube, 45 inches long...
...3 inches in diameter, which fires a single projectile...
...designed to penetrate armor plating up to the thickness 3/4 of an inch.
If you've all had a good look at the rocket, I'll demonstrate how it works.
To fire the rocket, you first pull this pin...
...dropping the rear cover...
Your front sight, your rear sight spring up...
I got word from Pathology...
...at noon they're posting that guard that was killed last night.
Check on it. I'll be there.
Gentlemen, if you'll keep your eyes on that half-track...
...l'll demonstrate how effective this weapon can be.
13.5 in my gym shorts. What?
My time in the 100. You asked me at the Orals Board.
You think I was picking on you? Yes.
It was nothing personal.
I don't think you know what we do for a living in Homicide.
I'll find out.
I hope you don't find out the hard way.
How fast do you run the 100, Inspector?
I meant to tell you how sorry I am about your partner.
He's not the first one I've lost.
I know, Fanducci in '68 and Smith in '72, but it wasn't your fault.
How'd you know that? I checked on your records.
I don't want to get killed anymore than you do.
What's the matter?
The Black guy with the briefcase. I know him from somewhere.
Tan suit? Yeah.
What did he do?
Can't remember. It's not important.
Tell me, ever been to one of these before? No.
In that case, I'd like to suggest that you sit out here.
Please don't concern yourself, Inspector.
Hello, Harry. Hi.
Who's the pretty lady?
That's my partner, Inspector Moore.
You've missed most of it.
We got hung up on a firing range.
I've got it on tape for you. We've just finished the abdominal cavity.
I'm interested in the wound.
The entry wound was above the right renal area...
...between the ninth and tenth rib, penetrating up into the chest cavity...
...perforating the right lung.
There was also damage to some of the other vital organs...
...pancreas, kidneys, etcetera.
What kind of a knife was it? A long heavy blade.
We're going into the skull now.
I'd say, an educated guess, it was one of those killing knives:
A Marine Corps Boy, or one of those Special Forces' Randalls.
Any bruises about the face?
Indications that the killer clamped his left hand over the mouth, from behind.
On first examination, no exterior damage to the skull.
Subject brain shows no contrecoup- type damage or blood clotting.
Jesus H. Christ, Harry, come here and look at this!
It's the damnedest thing I ever saw. What's that?
What it says: ''Eat at Luigi's! ''
Welcome to Homicide.
What are you doing? Come here.
Excuse me, I'm with him.
I was coming down the hall to take a leak when this whole thing blew.
Anybody in there?
No, I don't think so. Where are you going?
I got a group of kids, some of them are missing.
Help him out. Me?
Great. Just step out here, will you?
Well, we were lucky this time.
It's getting so that you can't even go to the can in peace.
We've got them all, they're okay. Good.
You didn't see anybody go in there before the explosion, did you?
You sure? Black guy with a tan hat and suit, briefcase.
I did see a guy like that.
Was he a short guy, about 5-foot-1?
No, this dude was 6 foot.
It was a bomb, I think I saw who did it.
Any idea who it was? He looked familiar...
Inspector? Just a minute.
You better check the mug shots. Inspector?
Honey, do you mind, we're talking. This is very important.
Now, you better check the mug shots, we just got another message.
They're asking for $2 million now.
$2 million? I just saw him.
Who? Tan suit and a hat and a briefcase.
Where? Right down here.
Why the hell didn't you tell me? Why the hell didn't you ask me?
There he is, look!
What the hell's going on here?
What are you doing here?
Who are you? Police officer.
All right, speedy, you're under arrest.
In the name of God, man, this is a church. What are you doing?
I'm a police officer, this man's under arrest.
Father, help me, I wasn't doing a thing. This guy is just rousting me.
Would it be asking too much to see some credentials, Officer?
This guy runs like a rabbit. I'm not about to let him go.
I'd like to see the credentials, right now.
If you insist.
Callahan, Inspector. Well, Callahan...
...I think you're a disgrace to this city.
Okay. Nobody move!
Yes, I think so.
Harry, wait a minute, I'm just talking to...
Give him my best.
I'll call you back.
Don't worry, it's been disarmed by the bomb squad.
But it's definitely the explosive out of the Hamilton Firearms works.
There are times when I can only stand you as a human being.
What about the punk?
You mean the suspect. Suspect, my ass.
He isn't talking, but we've got a make on him.
His name is Henry Lee Caldwell.
And he is a member of a Black militant group called Uhuru.
Pusseau, shelve that. Uhuru?
It's run by a guy called Big Ed Mustapha.
Mustapha, down the Mission district.
I thought that guy looked familiar.
Where's my partner?
She's in the can.
She's been in there ever since she found out...
...that she was packing this thing, in that briefcase, all over San Francisco.
Harry, do me a favor. Go easy on her, huh?
It's her first day and it's been a damn long one.
If she wants to play lumberjack, she's got to learn to handle her end of the log.
Okay, I give up, what's this?
This is the Filmore chapter of the VFW: Very Few Whites.
I don't suppose it would do any good to suggest you wait in the car?
Don't concern yourself, Inspector.
Well, if it ain't the mighty whitey and friend.
I'm looking for Big Ed Mustapha.
Sorry, honkie, she can stay, but you've got to go.
Yeah, baby, we're trying to keep up the standards, you understand.
You're not making us feel too welcome. You're welcome.
You're about as welcome as a turd in a swimming pool.
Well, lookie here, if it ain't the fuzz.
I'm looking for Ed Mustapha.
You hold some kind of warrant, honkie? What I'm holding is Henry Lee Caldwell.
I've never heard of him.
Let's see how fast you and the lady fuzz can get your white asses out of here.
What is Henry Lee into now?
He's been playing with dynamite. Are you Mustapha?
Yeah, that's right.
Why don't you just come into my office here.
Don't worry, pig, we'll see she don't get lonesome.
Well, that's mighty white of you.
Now, gentlemen, before anybody does anything uncalled for...
...l'd like to take this chance to point out I am a police officer...
...and if you touch me with intent to do bodily harm...
Sit down, Callahan.
Where do I know you from?
I just know you.
Now, what's Henry Lee been up to?
You telling me you don't know?
He don't come around here, not for a long time.
Where is he?
He went white. Why, did he do something else foolish?
He and his friends were involved in a ripoff at the Hamilton Firearms.
I heard about that.
Would you like to buy into that?
Four counts of murder, aiding and abetting.
You got the wrong number, boy. We don't deal in violence.
What do you deal in?
Waiting for all you white honkies...
...to blow each other up so we can move right on in.
Tell me about Henry Lee and these friends of his.
Some paddy-dudes he met in Vietnam. Why?
Anybody on this list here grab you?
Hey, man, why should I want to help you?
If you don't, I have to talk to Robbery. They might be interested...
...in these elaborate furnishings.
What are you talking about?
Room 401, Fairmont.
''Rest easy at the Holiday Inn.''
Maybe they're a little warm.
I'll tell you what:
One of my boys got busted on a possession charge.
Now, you get him off and forget about my interior decorator...
...and I'll see what I can do.
That's asking a lot.
You want a lot.
A thing like this can ruin my image.
I'll see what I can do.
What about the list?
He's the main man.
You know him?
Stone waste of white.
Where can I find him?
I'll check around.
You do that. Much obliged.
Callahan, you're on the wrong side.
How do you figure that?
You go and put your ass on the line...
...for a bunch of dudes who wouldn't even let you in the front door anymore...
...than they would me.
I'm not doing it for them. Who, then?
You wouldn't believe me if I told you.
If it becomes necessary to pull this piece... Having fun, Inspector?
If you're through socializing, we do have work to do.
Son of a bitch.
If you have some sort of objection to the way I handled myself...
...I wish you'd just say so.
I thought I was doing all right.
All right, Mustapha...
... this is Captain McKay of the San Francisco Police Department.
I'm ordering you to throw down your weapons and come out peacefully.
You are totally surrounded.
Mustapha, do you hear me?
Come out with your hands raised over your heads.
I don't want to seem ungrateful, Your Honor...
...I just feel that it might be a better idea.
Well, I'm still a little confused.
Now, you and the SWAT team made the arrest...
...but you want the credit to go to Inspectors Moore and Callahan?
Your Honor, I just felt it might be a better tactic...
...politically, what with the election coming up soon.
To show how your new guidelines for women in the police have worked.
Sort of an I-told-you-so situation, if you know what I mean, sir.
Yes, I see. It's an excellent idea. What do you think, Jimmy?
Yes, sir, I couldn't agree more.
You have proved to be quite an asset...
...to the department and to this administration.
Thank you, sir.
Mr. Mayor, the presentation of the commendation starts in five minutes.
I think we'd better get going, sir. Thank you, Jimmy.
Captain, off the record, there are going to be changes...
...in the department after the election, and you'll figure greatly in my plans.
I'm sure you'll make the right decision, sir.
Do you have any comments on the arrest of the Black militants yesterday?
Later, Jim, later.
Now, as Mayor of San Francisco, I want to make it official.
This is one hell of a cop. And here come a couple more.
Good morning, right this way.
Lieutenant Bressler, Inspector Moore, would you move toward the stairs.
Mr. Mayor, would you join them.
We're gonna have some photographs taken here.
Is this all right, Mayor? Yes.
Would you kindly move in just a little tighter.
Here we are, gentlemen, the two inspectors who made the Mustapha arrest.
This is Inspector Moore and Callahan.
How about one with the Mayor and Inspector Moore?
Captain McKay, can you switch places with Inspector Moore?
Move in, nice and close.
And, Callahan, you get in there, too!
Inspector Moore is one of the first of her sex in the whole country...
...to become a full-time homicide investigator.
And we're very proud of her stunning professionalism.
Thank you very much.
Jimmy, do you want to... Let me have some time with these people.
Could we move off to the right.
We'll see each other at the conference.
Now, anybody here have the letters of commendation?
Jimmy? Yes, sir?
Who's got the letters? Right here, sir.
Wait a minute, what's this? These are some form letters.
They'll do, just so you hand them something for the cameras.
Well, all right.
Thank you, Jimmy.
The Mayor will introduce you, hand you your letters of commendation...
...and then you'll each move off to the left, out of camera.
And then I'm going to take this opportunity...
...to deliver a few boots in the rear...
...to those people who think the police department has gone to hell...
...under this administration.
Two minutes, Mr. Mayor.
Well, ready? Let's go.
Just one minute, Mr. Mayor. Harry!
Would you mind telling me what these commendations are for?
This can wait until after the broadcast. No, it can't.
All right, just watch it, Callahan.
The Inspector has a right to know what he's being commended for.
Specifically, it's for your part in smashing the group of terrorists...
...who were trying to blackmail San Francisco out of $2 million.
Let's look at the...
If you're talking about the Mustapha bust, nobody smashed anything.
I made a deal with him. He was to help me find out who the people were.
Inspector Moore and I weren't even there. What is he talking about?
No weapons or explosives were found. We'll find them.
The people are still out there. They'll blow hell out of half this city.
Meanwhile, you're telling everyone how great we are.
Button your lip. That's an order.
If you want to jerk these people off you can, but don't do it with me.
Callahan, you just got yourself a 60-day suspension.
Make it 90.
180. Give me your star.
Here's a seven-point suppository, Captain.
What did you say?
I said stick it in your ass.
Mr. Mayor, you're on. I know, Jimmy, I know.
I'll have to go down there and...
Go down there and jerk them off.
Damn it, Harry, slow down.
What's the matter?
Why aren't you up there getting your commendation?
You don't give up, do you?
What makes you think so?
A woman's intuition.
Listen. Harry, if you need anything or if there's anything I can do...
...access to records or files...
...anything, call me up.
I might just do that.
Come on, take a walk.
I was wondering if I'll still have a job when I get back there.
What difference does it make?
What do you want to be a cop for, anyway?
Why aren't you married and having kids like everybody else?
Why aren't you?
Nobody in their right mind's asking.
I beg your pardon?
Coit Tower, it's vaguely phallic, don't you think?
I never thought of it that way.
I make up names for things.
For instance, you're "Cold, bold Callahan with his great big.44."
Every other cop in this city is satisfied with a.38 or a 357.
What do you have to carry that cannon for?
So I can hit what I aim at, that's why.
A 357 is a good weapon, but I've seen.38s...
...careen off windshields. No good in a city like this.
I see, so it's for the penetration?
Does everything have a sexual connotation with you?
Want to go have a few beers?
You've got a lot of nerve the way you talk to the Mayor.
Besides being wrong, they're stupid.
They arrested the wrong guy, but their egos won't let them admit it.
You mean Mustapha? Yeah.
I had a deal with Mustapha.
He put me on to Bobby Maxwell, the guy who knifed DiGeorgio, I'm sure of it.
Where can we find Maxwell?
We can't, now with Mustapha busted, can we?
Maxwell's a prime candidate, he's a real tough cookie.
He was in Vietnam, likes combat.
He was finally busted out of the service on a Section 8.
Well, we're good citizens, why don't we post Mustapha's bail?
Not a bad idea.
Big question is: Will he work with us now?
Want to have a couple of beers?
Why didn't I think of that?
Only thing they had worth drinking was apple juice.
Anything's okay. Here.
You like fishing?
I have an Auntie Kate, I'm called after her.
When I was a little girl, she had a ranch up in Oroville.
We used to fish together, I'd even bait my own hooks.
Is that what they call you, Kate?
That or Inspector Moore.
Well, Inspector Moore, I don't like to get too friendly with partners.
I know. I mean I understand.
...you know whoever draws you as a partner could do a lot worse.
Mr. Mayor, I think if we want to beat the crowd, we should leave now.
You think so? You may be right.
I'll see you, Karl.
You don't have to come back to the office.
Take over, fellas. Take it easy.
You hold onto this. Sure thing.
Nice to see you. We are running a little late, sir.
Please, come on, sir. How you doing?
All right, talk to me.
He's on his way.
Everything set? I'm ready.
Well, hello there, young lady. What can I do for you?
Raise the bridge.
Raise the bridge?
Are you kidding?
When I tell you to.
I wish we could've stayed.
I think the Giants are gonna finally win one.
I don't know, Mr. Mayor, looks like it could end up as a no-hitter.
Besides, you do have a testimonial this evening.
God, testimonials. They never end, do they?
Give me the Taser gun.
Man, this thing looks like something from a James Bond movie.
Sure it'll work?
Karl, there's 25,000 volts in this thing.
Even the fat boy's gonna do what we want once we hook him up to it.
What the hell! Dave, get me out of this.
Don't hit the Mayor, goddamn it!
Who the hell are you? What do you want?
Get away from me, you son of a bitch! I'm not going anywhere with you.
The hell you aren't!
We're still trying to get details and as they come in we'll get them to you.
- Somebody said the Mayor was killed. That was the first report.
Then we heard he was kidnapped.
There's something heavy going on in China Basin, that's for sure.
Okay, listen, I've got to go. Thanks for calling.
You're rapping with Bubba, go ahead.
The Mayor of this pig city has been taken prisoner of war...
...by the People's Revolutionary Strike Force.
Everybody's a comedian tonight. Look, this is very serious.
Hey, man, look...
...l'm leaving a tape of our demands in the booth across the street.
Power to the people!
Okay, we're gonna do a little music and I'll be right back.
What can I do for you? We've got to talk.
Go right ahead.
I want all the information that you have on this case, Callahan.
Black militants, remember? Come on, Harry, so we were wrong.
I'll handle this one. No. We play as a team.
As I remember, the last time we played as a team I got the cue stuck in my ass.
Harry, we just got a tape, this time they're asking for $5 million.
Or they send back the Mayor, one piece at a time.
The negotiations are at a crucial point right now.
What are you going to do, pay the bastards?
Well, the Mayor's family is loaded, they can afford it.
What about the people who were killed? Or isn't it against the law anymore?
We're not debating the point, I'm simply saying you're out of it.
What you're saying is:
Whoever's got balls to grab a hostage, will do it. And can walk away from it.
I'm saying, you're out of it.
If I hear otherwise, you're finished as a cop in San Francisco.
I want every bit of information you have on this case, every lead. Is that clear?
May I make a statement, McKay? Go ahead!
Your mouthwash ain't making it!
You got any more surprises for me today?
What do you mean?
I mean, are you and McKay going to throw...
...another one of those paddy-wagon parties for me?
That frigging McKay, he's something, isn't he?
Now, I want a line on this Revolutionary Strike Force.
You got to be kidding.
No, I'm not kidding.
If you don't give it to me, I'll let it out that you're an ear.
Don't say that, not even joking.
You really are a dirty bastard, ain't you, Harry?
Word has it that Bobby Maxwell and this...
...they're running around with these dudes who call themselves...
...the People's Revolutionary Strike Force.
They don't believe in that shit.
They're just interested in the bread, that's where their head's at.
Where do I find this Wanda?
She's a tall brunette, works at Tiffany's on Broadway.
Do them in.
You can count on that.
Is this Tiffany's? Like the sign says.
My name is Larry Dickman...
...my brother was here last week. Tall fella, balding.
Remember him well.
Has a gold tooth right in front.
You know what I bet you'd like.
I bet you'd like to learn the love tussle.
That sounds swell, but I was looking for a certain girl.
We've got a whole bunch of them, warm and willing.
Her name's Wanda. Anybody you want.
My brother says she's terrific.
Can I trust you?
What it is, is $75.
Of course, that includes...
We're not supposed to do this, you understand, because the heat is on...
...but seeing your brother was here...
...the $75 includes personal instructions...
...in 32 positions of lovemaking.
$75, you pay me first.
Right this way.
You've heard of a tackling dummy, well, it's the same principle.
I see, for $75 you get to make it with a rubber dolly.
No, is there one where the man gets on top?
Just take your duds off, honey. I'll send your teacher in.
You're not Wanda.
Well, these are the breaks. Needs air.
Can't hump a limp dummy, I always say.
Speaking of limp dummies, hadn't you better strip?
Beats the hell out of me, Tom.
Now, I'm gonna ask you just one last time.
Where's Wanda? I don't know.
She left here a couple of weeks ago.
Ask Buchinsky. He runs the whole damn street.
Where do I find this Buchinsky? Down the hall, to the right.
That's right, my friends, nearer my God to thee.
That's why brother Bob is here.
Brother Bob is here to bring you nearer to the Lord.
To bring you nearer to the man. To save your soul.
Salvation is where it is at, brother.
You're trespassing. This is private property.
You a lawyer? Seeing as you ask, yes, I am.
I'm looking for a tall brunette, named Wanda.
I want to tell you something, punk. This is a protected operation.
Now, you can end up with your balls in spaghetti sauce.
Are you trying to say you've a lot of clout with the syndicate?
Enough to blow you away with one call. Now get the hell out of here!
I'll tell you what you are to me. Just a maggot who sells dirty pictures.
Wanda, where is she? Go to hell.
One more time, Wanda. All right, all right.
She quit a couple of weeks ago, that's all I know.
She got religious.
What do you mean? Hanging around the church on Garvey.
Captain, is it true you received another ransom tape...
... from the People's Revolutionary Strike Force?
- Yes, we have. Is the Mayor all right?
We have been assured that he's okay but, of course, there won't be...
... any payment or arrangement for transportation until we have...
... seen the Mayor with our own eyes.
- Then you're letting the kidnappers go? That is the agreement.
- Any idea where they are holed up? Not yet...
... but we should get one more message this evening. If you'll excuse me.
Is it true that Inspector Callahan has been taken off this case?
I'm sorry, no more questions.
What do you have?
I got the priest, John Voss, Father John, very militant, very big in prison reform.
He runs rehabilitation seminars in all the prisons in this area.
This is a list of the prisoners that took the seminar in San Quentin.
Bobby Maxwell never missed a session.
You wait here. Wait, wait.
Fessenheim. The latest ransom tape mentioned Fessenheim again.
And what does that mean?
Last year, two bombs were exploded at a nuclear plant near Fessenheim, France.
How about that.
The body of Christ.
The body of Christ.
Remember me, Father?
What is it you want, Callahan?
I'd like to talk to you about Bobby Maxwell.
Then get a warrant.
Just a minute. I thought I made it clear to you, Officer.
I have nothing whatsoever to say to you.
And what right do you have to come in here and harass me in my church?
Is that a confessional over there? You want to make a confession?
Where the hell's Maxwell?
God just might forgive you, but I won't.
Why do you protect these people? Do you know how many they've killed?
Sacrifices have to be made, mister.
These people are at war!
So am I.
How dare you pull a gun in the house of God.
If you don't believe in the sanctity...
I don't have time to argue religion with you, boy.
Look at her hands!
There wasn't supposed to be any killing. Is she dead?
I close my eyes to this.
Father in heaven, help me.
You can't close your eyes anymore.
Now, where's Maxwell?
A place to hole up.
I don't suppose it would do any good to suggest...
No further communications have been received since the last...
Nothing. You sure Wanda got those tapes to the cops?
Bobby, I don't know.
I don't know, I don't... I wasn't with her.
If you didn't think she could do it... Shut up!
What are you doing here? A lousy cup of coffee, okay?
Hey, can't you see it says no trespassing?
Get the hell out of here.
Jesus Christ, man, get your ass out there!
Let's get the Mayor. We'll bring him in here and hold out.
I'll get the bar. You get that son of a bitch out of there.
All right, let him go.
Move over there, Your Honor. That's fine.
Okay, now, I want you very slowly...
...to put down that weapon...
...and then on the deck, and spread your legs.
Are you kidding me?
You laugh at me, you bastard, and I'll shoot you where you stand.
Let's go, Your Honor. Let's go!
Let's get out of here. Now speed it up!
Stay with me.
Just take it very easy.
You relax, do just as I say, and I'll get you home, all right?
All right, take it slow. Wait a minute.
Here we go.
Harry, look out!
Oh, Harry, I messed up.
You're doing just fine, Kate.
Let me get you out of here.
Don't concern yourself, Harry.
You can count on it.
You fucking fruit!
Get up there!
Go on, move!
Callahan, you saved my life.
I'll never be able to thank you. I'll never be able to tell you.
There will be a letter of commendation there for you.
The chopper's here.
Don't you want to ride...
Bobby Maxwell, this is Captain McKay speaking.
We have your money.
A plane is waiting for you at the airport.
We have acceded to all your demands...
... so release the Mayor.
The pilot of this helicopter will fly you and your men to safety.