All right, speedy, you're under arrest! In the name of God, man, this is a church. What...

Harry Callahan: [tackles Henry Lee in a church while knocking over some pews] All right, speedy, you're under arrest! Father John: In the name of God, man, this is a church. What are you doing? Harry Callahan: I'm a police officer, this man's under arrest. Henry Lee: Father, help me, I wasn't doing a damn thing. This guy is just rousting me. Father John: Would it be asking too much to see some credentials, Officer? Harry Callahan: This guy runs like a rabbit. I'm not about to let him go. Father John: I'd like to see the credentials, right now. Harry Callahan: If you insist. [slugs suspect out cold and then gets his credentials out] Harry Callahan: Callahan, Inspector. Father John: Well, Callahan... I think you're a disgrace to this city! Kate Moore: [bursts into the church, gun drawn] Okay, nobody move! Harry Callahan: Marvelous.

Nothing. - 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 told you about them a half an hour ago. Homicide. Fillmore 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... ...you better have those files open, you pencil-pushing son of a bitch. Well, you don't have to make threats. I'm gonna 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. Didn't Bressler tell you? No. No, I've been down in Records looking up an old homicide. Any luck? Well, I've got 11 names here of known pimps. - I think our man's one of them. - Judson, Maddox, Skidmore. Shall I tell you my instinct on this? - Black militants. - No, it keeps coming up hookers. The girl shot in the warehouse, this Miki Waleska, she was a known prostitute.