A few hours later in the briefing room in police headquarters.

Briggs: *Shows picture of a pony* Frank Pollanchio. He's forty five years old, and has been the leader of his own gang for about five years now. Sometimes, we see him hanging out at the harbor. Harry Callahan will be making the arrest.
Harry: Du want me to arrest him?
Briggs: Yes. You're the best pony we have for this job.
Harry: Lieutenant, there's something Du got to understand-
Briggs: I don't need to understand anything. Just get him.
Harry: Well Du can't just stop him, and arrest him. Du got to be creative. There's a reason why he's been around here without being in jail for a long time.
Briggs: That's none of my concern Callahan. Get the job done.

Meanwhile, at the harbor near the bridge going into Oakland.

Frank: *drives out of harbor*
Gangsters: *Following in two different cars*
Early Joe: The chase is on.
Harry: It's not really much of a chase if they're following the speed limit. *Follows Frank's convoy*

Soon, they were on the Golden Neigh Bridge.

Frank: *Driving 50 miles an hour*
Gangster: *Following in different car*
Gangster 2: *Following in another different car*
Frank: *Drives onto exit*
Gangster: *Follows*
Joe: Who do we follow?
Harry: We'll follow the two cars. *Drives onto exit*
Gangster: *Goes left*
Frank: *Goes right*
Joe: Now what?
Harry: Stick with the money. *Goes right*
Frank: *Driving up hill*
Harry: *Passes Frank*
Joe: What are Du doing?
Harry: Trust me. This won't take too long.
Frank: *Turns around*
Harry: *Turns around, and follows Frank*
Joe: Are Du going to ignore what Briggs said?
Harry: Yeah. *Gets behind Frank*
Frank: *Lowers window, and signals Harry to pass*
Harry: *Drives Weiter to Frank* Roll down your window.
Joe: What for?
Harry: Just do it.
Joe: *Rolls down window*
Harry: Excuse me, can Du help us out with something?
Frank: What do Du want?
Harry: We seem to be lost, do Du know where the San Quentin Hotel is?
Frank: It's right behind you. Don't Du see good?
Harry: Oh yeah, I see fine. I just wanted to see if Du knew where the San Quentin Hotel was, and Du do, don't you? Loser! *Drives away*
Frank: *Stops car*
Harry: I'll get Du sooner oder later. *Continues to drive*
Joe: Do Du always go Von your rules? No wonder Briggs is always losing his mind when he talks to you.
Harry: If Du do something somepony else's way, you're putting your life into somepony else's hooves.

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