Blow Out

So you're an earwitness
to an assassination. It's got a nice ring.

- Are you heading up the investigation?
- Yeah.

- Did you check McRyan's tyre?
- No. Why should I?

It has a bullet hole. He was killed.
- Says you. Everybody else says accident.
- Who?

I got a special commission formin' here
that's gonna say it was an accident.

That's gonna say it was?
They have no evidence! They don't have
the tape, the tyre, they didn't speak to me.

I know all about you and your fuckin'
tapes. You put a lotta good cops away.

That has nothin' to do with this,
and I resent it.

I think you stink.
That's what it's got to do with it.

Hey, you. Just because I don't like you
does not mean I'm not gonna do my job.

Now gimme that tape. I'll send it over
to the lab and I'll have it checked out.

I want you to look at that film I made from
those photos. I think you'll get the idea.

But if we can get Karp's original film,
this gunshot'll be a lot clearer.

Karp is makin' a bundle
sellin' his pictures to magazines.

What makes you think
he'll give 'em to us?

- He's got to. It's evidence.
- I can't find him, Terry!

- It's your job, man!
- Don't tell me how to do my goddam job!

He could tell us what he was
really doin' with his camera.

Nobody wants to know. Nobody cares.
No sordid details.
No political assassination. Accident!

This guy's dead. None of this shit's
gonna do him any good now.

This isn't for him! I know he's dead!
Don't you understand? If they can get
away with killing McRyan, who's next?

Who's "they"? First tell me who "they" is.
Is it a communist conspiracy? Or maybe
it's ayatollahs in the street with blowguns.

- Oh, give me a break.
- Save your paranoia for public TV.

Fuck you. I'm leaving.
Put those pictures down, or I'll have you
arrested for withholding evidence.

Is that right?
All right. I'll be at the office all day.
You can get me there.

I'll call you. Don't call me.