Sure you don't want a local for this, Harry? Takes about seven stitches. No, thanks. Ok,...

Infirmary Doctor: [stitching up Harry's head] Sure you don't want a local for this, Harry? Takes about seven stitches. Harry Callahan: No, thanks. Infirmary Doctor: Ok, it's your ass... Harry Callahan: My head, the cut's on my head. Infirmary Doctor: Why does everybody suddenly become a comedian in here? Lieutenant Briggs: [comes in with Captain Avery] Does he have to stay in here? Infirmary Doctor: No, I could stop and let the man's brains run out all over his shoes. Captain Avery: Rogers, I don't need to have a doctor display that kind of attitude. A police officer is dead. Infirmary Doctor: Sorry. Lieutenant Briggs: I got those warrants for a search of the premises, Callahan, not for you to become judge, jury and executioner. It was supposed to be a simple arrest. Harry Callahan: Well arresting a killer like Palancio isn't always simple. Lieutenant Briggs: People are guilty until proven... I mean... goddamnit, you know what I mean. This city is on the verge of the worst criminal violence in it's history, and you have to start full scale military operations. Harry Callahan: I didn't start shooting at anyone that didn't start shooting at me first. Captain Avery: Every time you pull out that gun, my paperwork backs up for three goddamn months! The chief and I have already conferred on this matter, Callahan - a full investigation is warranted here. [turns and leaves] Lieutenant Briggs: [nodding repeatedly, obviously upset] What about a dead cop? I warned you against taking them. Harry Callahan: Sweet was killed with the first shot. Besides, they were tipped off. They knew we were coming, Briggs. Lieutenant Briggs: How? Don't hand me that crap. Harry Callahan: I'm telling you, they knew we were coming. After 200 arrests, I know the difference! Lieutenant Briggs: If I have my way, Callahan, you won't make another arrest as long as you live. Harry Callahan: [contemptous] Is that all, lieutenant? Lieutenant Briggs: No, that's not all. I want that slug you showed me. Harry Callahan: I ran that through ballistics, it was nothing, the rifling was totally different. Lieutenant Briggs: It's still state's evidence, I want it anyway. Harry Callahan: [takes it out and throws it at Briggs] Eat it! [the bullet hits Briggs in the chest and drops to the floor] Harry Callahan: [Briggs bends down to get it and then slowly gets back up glaring at Harry]