Man at Mailbox:
[seeing Harry take apart a mailbox]
Hey, what's going on down here?
Harry Callahan:
Taking apart the mailbox, what does it look like?
Man at Mailbox:
Well you people live here, right? What the hell are you doing to the mailbox, did you lose your key?
Harry Callahan:
Why don't you mind your own goddamn business?
Man at Mailbox:
Ummm. That's my mailbox too, now. Don't you get smart with me!
[after a moment]
Man at Mailbox:
Tampering with the mail's a federal offense. I'm calling the police.
[starts to head upstairs to do so]
Harry Callahan:
I am the police.
Man at Mailbox:
[comes back down]
What?... oh. The cop who lives upstairs?
[Harry 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]
Man at Mailbox:
What's that?
Harry Callahan:
Plastic explosive.
Man at Mailbox:
[quavering voice]
A bomb?
Harry Callahan:
Yeah, that's right. If you'd bothered me any more, we'd all be stuck to the ceiling now. Here... would you like to hold it?
Man at Mailbox:
No no, I don't want to get involved!
[runs upstairs]
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:25