gonna get on the horn and wait for back-up. We're gonna wait for back-up! John Hartigan : Sure, Bob. You'll call for back-up. And we'll sit on our hands while that Roark brat gets his sick thrills from victim number four. Victim number four! Nancy Callahan. Age 11. She'll be raped and slashed to ribbons. And that back-up we're waiting on will just happen to show up late enough to let Roark get back home to his U.S. Senator daddy and everything will be fine until Junior gets the itch again. Bob : Take a deep breath, Hartigan. Settle down and think straight. You're pushing 60. You've got a bum ticker. You're not saving anybody. John Hartigan : You've got a great attitude, Bob. You're a great cop. A real credit to the force, you are. Bob : Eileen's home waiting for you. Think about Eileen. John Hartigan : Heck, Bob. Maybe you're right. Bob : I'm glad to hear you're finally talking sense! [ Hartigan punches Bob in the face ] John Hartigan : [ narrating ] Hell of a way to end a partnership. Hell of a way to start my retirement. Share this quote Cop : Sir! There's no sign of the target. Marv : Here's a sign. [ comes up behind cop and swings hatchet into the cop's crotch ] Share this quote Bob : [ Bob is waiting outside the city prison after Hartigan's release ] It's a lotta miles into town, Hartigan. You care