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Sociology? Oh, you lot'll get in — that's if you lot live ... Just don't let your college caste get you killed 'cause I'g liable to get killed along with ya.

When a naked man is chasing a woman through an alley with a butcher knife and a hard-on, I figure he isn't out collecting for the Cherry Cross.

I know what you're thinking. "Did he fire half-dozen shots or just five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. Simply existence equally this is a .44 Magnum, the about powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your caput make clean off, y'all've got to ask yourself one question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?

Dirty Harry is a 1971 film virtually a San Francisco cop with lilliputian regard for rules, but who always gets results, tracking down a serial killer who snipes at random victims.

Directed by Don Siegel. Written by Harry Julian Fink, Rita 1000. Fink, Dean Riesner, Terrence Malick (uncredited), and John Milius (uncredited).

You don't assign him to murder cases, You lot just turn him loose.[taglines]

Harry Callahan [edit]

  • Yous gotta be kidding. I don't got whatsoever fourth dimension to break in any newcomers. Why don't you do this boy a favor ... if I need a partner, I'll get me someone who knows what the hell he's doin'.
  • [to Gonzalez] Sociology? Oh, you'll arrive — that'southward if you alive ... Only don't let your college degree go yous killed 'crusade I'chiliad liable to get killed along with ya.
  • At present you know why they call me "Dirty Harry". I go every dingy job that comes along.
  • Gonzalez was obeying orders from his superior, me ... he didn't know annihilation nearly it. And when this mess is over, if he [the Main] wants my badge, well, he tin can have that too.

Chico Gonzalez [edit]

  • No wonder they telephone call him Dirty Harry. Always get the shit-cease of the stick.

Scorpio Killer [edit]

  • [in note to the mayor] To the City of San Francisco, I will enjoy killing ane person every day until you pay me one hundred thousand dollars ($100,000). If y'all concur say so tomorrow morning time in Personal Column San Francisco Chronicle and I will set up meeting. If I do not hear from y'all it will be my next pleasure to impale a Catholic priest or a nigger. Scorpio
  • [in a letter] The double-crossing San Francisco constabulary made me do this. Now ransom $200,000 in used 10s and 20s. I human with yellow handbag, s side, Marina Green, Eastward Harbor, 9 p.one thousand., she has oxygen until 3 a.one thousand. tomorrow morning, scarlet panties and bra, squeamish tits, mole on left thigh. Annihilation cute and you'll force me to let girl die of slow suffocation. Scorpio
  • [to Callahan, on the telephone] If I even think you're existence followed, the daughter dies. If you talk to anyone, I don't intendance if it's a Pekinese pissing against a lamppost, the girl dies ... No machine. I give you a certain amount of fourth dimension to become from phone booth to phone booth. I ring four times. You don't answer by the fourth ring, I hang upwards and that'southward the end of the game. The daughter dies ... Cop! ... I hope y'all're not stupid.
  • [to Callahan] Left manus. Let's come across the gun.[Harry pulls out his .44 Magnum] My! That's a big ane.
  • [to Callahan] No, don't pass out on me now cop! No, no, no, no, no, not notwithstanding, not still, don't pass out on me however you rotten oinker! Do we understand each other? I said do we empathize each other? (Harry nods) Okay, now listen upwards cop, I inverse my listen. I'g going to let her dice, I just wanted yous to know that. Yous hear me? I merely wanted you to know that before I killed you![laughs crazily] Goodbye, Callahan!
  • [in the hospital, with a battered face] They tried to frame me with the Deacon girl murder, and at present they're trying to murder me — and wait at me, just await at me. I'm supposed to exist innocent until proven guilty and just look at what they did to me. Everywhere I get, cops follow me — and just wait at me.
  • [to a school bus driver] Hear me, you quondam hag, I'm telling you lot to drive or I'll decorate this bus with your brains.
  • [in a notation] To the City of San Francisco — You accept double-crossed me for the last fourth dimension. I'1000 alarm you to have my $200,000 dollars and a jet airplane set up and waiting. I will call the Mayor's Role at one o'clock and tell you about the hostages who I will exist happy to kill if yous don't do exactly what I say. Scorpio.
  • [concluding word to Callahan as he threatens to impale a young boy fishing] Driblet the gun, creep! I'll accident his brains out! [chuckles evilly] Drop the fucking gun!

Others [edit]

  • Mayor: The Metropolis of San Francisco does not pay criminals not to commit crimes. Instead, nosotros pay a constabulary department.
  • Lt. Al Bressler: Just go where you're told, do what you're told, play information technology straight down the line ... Nix cute, nil fancy. Just pay the ransom money and study dorsum here.

Dialogue [edit]

Mayor: All correct, let'southward have it.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Have what?
Mayor: Your report. What take yous been doing?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Oh, well for the past three quarters of an hour, I have been sitting on my ass in your outer part, waiting on y'all.
Lt. Al Bressler: Dammit all, Harry, that's the Mayor you're talking to! ...
Mayor: Won't you sit down down Inspector Callahan? ... There'due south a madman loose, I've asked you what's being done, fair plenty?
Insp. Harry Callahan: We've got a dozen men checking identification files, checking on all known extortionists, roof top prowlers, burglarize basics, peepers..
Lt. Al Bressler: Mr. Mayor — we've arranged for rooftop surveillance and helicopter patrols especially around the Catholic churches and schools and in the black areas.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Ballistics is checking on the slug. We're pretty sure it's a .30-06, vii lands and grooves, right-mitt twist ...
Lt. Al Bressler: Sir — we're running a computer check on everybody in the files whose birthday falls between October 23rd and November 21st.
Mayor: Why?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Natives of Scorpio.
Mayor: Thank you lot Inspector. Have whatsoever of you mentioned this note to anyone? How nigh you? (looking at Callahan)
Insp. Harry Callahan: Nobody.
Mayor: Your wife, sweetheart, ... printing?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Nobody.
Mayor: All right. Requite the bulletin to the Relate. We'll concord to pay, merely we'll tell him we demand fourth dimension to get the money together.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Await a minute. Do I become this correct? You're gonna play this creep'southward game?
Mayor: It'll get united states of america more than breathing infinite.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Information technology also might get somebody killed. Why don't you let me meet with the son-of-a-bitch?
Chief: No, none of that. You'd cease up with a real blood-bath.
Mayor: I agree with the Chief. We'll do information technology this way, all correct?
Lt. Al Bressler: Thank you Mr. Mayor. Come on Callahan, let's get.
Mayor: (calls out) Callahan.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Sir?
Mayor: I don't want any more than trouble like yous had concluding year in the Fillmore District. Empathize? That'southward my policy.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Yeah, well, when an developed male person is chasing a female person with intent to commit rape, I shoot the bastard; that'south my policy.
Mayor: Intent? How did you found that?
Insp. Harry Callahan: When a naked human being is chasing a woman through an aisle with a butcher knife and a hard-on, I figure he isn't out collecting for the Red Cross.
Mayor: [after Callahan has left] I call up he's got a point.
[Harry visits his favorite diner]
Insp. Harry Callahan: Hey at that place, Jaffe; the usual.
Jaffe: The usual lunch or the usual dinner?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Well, what difference does that make?
Jaffe: Non much.
[long intermission]
Insp. Harry Callahan: Say Jaffe, is that tan Ford withal parked beyond in forepart of the bank?
Jaffe: Tan Ford ... Mmm mmm aye. Tan Ford.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Engine running?
Jaffe: I don't know. How can I tell?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Exhaust fumes coming out of the tailpipe.
Jaffe: Oh my God, that's awful! Look at all that pollution.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Yeah. Do me a favor. [gives him slip of newspaper] Call this phone number.
Jaffe: Constabulary department?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Yeah. Tell them Inspector Callahan thinks there'southward a 2-11 in progress at the bank. Be sure and tell them that's in progress.
Jaffe: In progress. Yes sir.
[goes to phone and starts dialing]
Insp. Harry Callahan: Now, if they'll simply wait for the cavalry to go far. [immediately, an alarm bell goes off and a gunshot is heard] Ah, shit!
[Later on shooting several of the banking company-robbers and stopping their getaway automobile by shooting the driver, Inspector Callahan approaches the front steps of the banking company. The banking concern robber that Callahan shot outset, wounding him and forcing him to drib his shotgun, now makes an try to retrieve it. He pauses as he sees Callahan approach, aiming his revolver.]
Callahan: I know what you're thinking: "Did he fire six shots or simply five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost rail myself. But beingness this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your caput clean off, y'all've got to ask yourself 1 question: 'Practice I feel lucky?' Well, do yous, punk?
[The thief gives upwardly trying to retrieve his shotgun; Callahan picks it up and starts to walk away, lowering the hammer.]
Thief: Hey! [Callahan turns around] I gots to know...
[Callahan recocks and aims his revolver and pulls the trigger, just the gun simply clicks on an empty bedroom, and he grins, laughs, and walks away.]
Thief: Son of a bitch...
  • Annotation: bolded portion is ranked #51 in the American Picture Institute'southward listing of the top 100 movie quotations in American cinema.
Doc: Sure, Harry. Nosotros tin salvage the leg. [takes out some scissors]
Callahan: What are you going to practice with those?
Medico: Going to cut your pants off.
Callahan: No. I'll accept them off.
Medico: It'll hurt.
Callahan: For $29.l, let it hurt. Y'all can turn your back if you're embarrassed ...
Gonzales: Why practice they call ya "Dirty Harry"?
De Georgio: That's one affair about our Harry, he doesn't play any favorites. Harry hates everybody. Limeys, Micks, Hebes, Niggers, Honkies, Fat Dagos, Chinks, you name information technology.
Gonzales: How does he feel most Mexicans?
De Georgio: Enquire him.
Callahan:(says with a wink) Specially Spics.
Callahan: These loonies. They ought to throw a internet over the whole bunch of 'em.
Gonzales: I know what yous hateful.
Pedestrian: Hey, fruitcake, what do you retrieve you're doing?
Callahan: Go the hell out of the way, hammerhead.
Thug 1: What's in the handbag, man?
Callahan: You lot dudes get lost at present, ya hear?
Thug ii: Screw the bag.
Thug 3: Aye, simply requite us the wallet now.
(Harry clubs the third thug with the purse, and then kicks their pal in the face, then pulls his gun on the kickoff thug)
Callahan: (seething in desperation) Y'all don't heed as well good, do ya, asshole?
Callahan: I'k Callahan.
Young Man: My friends call me Alice, merely I'll have a cartel.
Callahan: Well, Alice, when was the concluding fourth dimension y'all were disrepair?
Beau: If you're vice, I'll kill myself.
Callahan: Well, do information technology at home!
Gonzalez: [virtually quitting the force] I've been doing a lot of thinking about information technology. I have a teaching credential and I figure, what for, you know?
[pause]
Gonzalez's married woman: I thought I could take it ... Whatsoever information technology takes to exist a cop'south wife, I'thou only not sure I'm making it. He really tries and these bastards, you know, Pig this, Hog that. Ah, only maybe it's when I watch him walk out that door at night, and I think, what if this is the last fourth dimension I ever see him over again ... doesn't it drive your wife crazy?
Callahan: Nope.
Gonzalez's married woman: You mean she got used to it.
Callahan: No, she never did really.
Gonzalez's wife: Well, what so?
Callahan: She's dead.
Gonzalez's wife: Oh, delight forgive me.
Callahan: She was driving home belatedly one night and a drunk crossed the center line. There was no reason for it, really.
Gonzalez'southward married woman: I'm and then lamentable.
Callahan: That's o.m. Look, I want you to tell Chico that I empathise, you know, him quitting. I-I recall he'due south right. This is no life for you lot two.
Gonzalez's wife: Why practice you stay in it and then?
Callahan: I don't know, I actually don't.
De Georgio: Illegal entry, no warrant.
Callahan: Looks like we climb.
De Georgio: Uh-uh. Besides much linguine. I'll observe another way.
De Georgio: You demand any help?
Callahan: Go along out and get some air, fatso.
De Georgio: You lot're the boss.
Scorpio: (haemorrhage through his leg from a bullet wound) Please no more than, I'm hurt, can't you see I'one thousand hurt? Yous shot me, please don't, don't! Allow me take a doctor ... Please requite me the doc, don't impale me!
Callahan: The girl, where is she?
Scorpio: Yous tried to kill me!
Callahan: If I tried that, your head'd be splattered all over this field. Now where'southward the girl?
Scorpio: I want a lawyer!
Callahan: I said, where's the girl?
Scorpio: I have the right for a lawyer.
Callahan: Where'south the girl?
Scorpio: I have the right for a lawyer, don't shoot me, I have rights, want a lawyer.......(at present whimpers in pain as Harry steps on his injury, causing still more suffering)
District Chaser: I've just been looking over your arrest report. A very unusual piece of police work. Actually astonishing.
Callahan: Yeah, well I had some luck.
Commune Attorney: Yous're lucky I'm not indicting you lot for attack with intent to commit murder.
Callahan: What?!
District Attorney: Where the hell does it say you lot've got a right to kicking downwardly doors, torture suspects, deny medical attention and legal counsel. Where accept yous been? Does Escobedo ring a bong? Miranda? I mean, you must have heard of the Fourth Amendment. What I'm saying is, that man had rights.
Callahan: Well, I'one thousand all "cleaved up" nigh that man's rights.
Commune Chaser: You should exist. I've got news for y'all, Callahan. Equally presently as he's well plenty to go out the infirmary, he walks.
Callahan: What are you talking nearly?
District Attorney: He's free.
Callahan: You mean y'all're letting him get?
District Attorney: We have to, nosotros tin't try him.
Callahan: And why is that?
District Attorney: Because I'm not wasting a one-half a meg dollars of the taxpayer's money on a trial we can't peradventure win. The problem is, nosotros don't accept whatever evidence.
Callahan: Testify? What the hell do you call that? [He gestures toward Scorpio's weapon]
District Attorney: I telephone call information technology nothing, zip.
Callahan: Are you trying to tell me that Ballistics can't lucifer the bullet up to this burglarize?
District Attorney: It does not thing what Ballistics tin do. This rifle might brand a nice souvenir. But it'due south inadmissible as show.
Callahan: And who says that?
District Chaser: It's the constabulary.
Callahan: Well and so, the police force is crazy!
District Attorney: This is Judge Bannerman of the appellate court. He as well holds classes in Constitutional Law in Berkeley. I've asked him for an opinion — your Honor?
Judge Bannerman: Well, in my opinion, the search of the suspect's quarters was illegal. Prove obtained thereby, such as that hunting rifle, for case, is inadmissible in courtroom. You lot should have gotten a search warrant. I'm pitiful, merely information technology'south that simple.
Callahan: Search warrant!? There was a girl dying.
District Chaser: She was in fact dead according to the medical report.
Callahan: Only I didn't know that.
Approximate: The courtroom would have to recognize the police officer'due south legitimate concern for the girl'southward life, but there is no way they can perchance disregard constabulary torture. All show concerning the girl — the suspect's confession, all concrete show — would have to be excluded.
Callahan: (sighs) There must be something you can get him on.
Approximate: Without the evidence of the gun and the girl, (half chuckles) I couldn't captive him of spitting on the sidewalk. No, the suspect'south rights were violated, under the Fourth and Fifth and probably the Sixth and Fourteenth Amendments.
Callahan: And Anne Marie Deacon, what about her rights? I mean, she's raped and left in a hole to die. Who speaks for her?
Commune Chaser: The District Attorney's function, if you'll let us. I've got a wife and three kids. I don't want him on the streets any more than you do.
Callahan: Well, he won't be out there long.
Commune Attorney: What is that supposed to mean?
Callahan: I mean sooner or later he's gonna stub his toe and so I'll be right there.
Commune Attorney: This office won't correspond any harassment.
Callahan: Y'all know, you're crazy if you think y'all've heard the terminal of this guy. He'southward gonna kill again.
Commune Attorney: How do you know?
Callahan: 'Cause he likes it.
Chief: Have you been following that man?
Callahan: Aye, I've been post-obit him on my ain time. And anybody tin can tell I didn't do that to him.
Chief: How?
Callahan: Cause he looks besides damn good, that's how!
Mayor: (on phone) The jet must exist fueled and ready to go in a half an hour. Skeleton crew, they must exist volunteers. Tell them the human being is dangerous. Well, here, I'll read y'all this note which was delivered at viii o'clock this morning: "To the City of San Francisco. You have double-crossed me for the last time. I'g warning you lot to take my $200,000 in a jet airplane set up and waiting. I will call Mayor'due south office at i o'clock and tell yous about the hostages who I volition exist happy to kill if you don't do exactly what I say, Scorpio" (pauses) Well, you improve have somebody continuing past — it could be a false alarm but don't count on it.
Scorpio: It's very unproblematic. I've got the kids and you starting time screwing effectually, the kids starting time dying. Is the aeroplane set?
Mayor: The jet is being fueled and ready to get at the airport. The coin will be there by the fourth dimension you get there.
Scorpio: All correct, now heed and listen very carefully. I'yard going to be driving along dainty and easy, just me and a bus load of kids. I'one thousand going to turn off on the Sir Francis Drake Blvd. on my fashion to the Santa Rosa Airport. I don't want to see any police cars, helicopters, whatever. Now if you got the guts to play this game past the rules, the kids will accept a overnice piffling plane ride.
Mayor: Well, where are y'all going?
Scorpio: I'll tell the pilot when I get on the airplane. No alerts, nothin'.
Mayor: I guarantee you y'all will not be molested in whatever style. I give you my word of accolade on it.
Chief: Callahan? — yous willing to take the money to him?
Callahan: When are y'all people gonna finish messing around with this guy. He'southward gotta be stopped now.
Mayor: He's got a bus load of kids and I can't have that chance. I gave my word of accolade on it, and he volition not be molested — and that'due south a direct order, Callahan!
Callahan: Well, you can simply get yourself another commitment boy.
Scorpio: [singing] Row, row, row your boat/gently downwards the stream/merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily ...
Charabanc Kid: Where are nosotros going?
Scorpio: What? What did y'all say?
Bus Kid: Where are nosotros going?
Scorpio: We're going to the water ice-cream manufacturing plant and see how ice-cream's made. At present anybody who doesn't wanna become tin get off correct hither.
Bus Kid: I wanna go dwelling to my mommy.
Scorpio: [slaps the kid] Stupid kid! Come on sing everyone! Sing or I'll get home and kill all your mommies, sing, sing!
[The Scorpio Killer holds an innocent kid hostage at the edge of a cliff]
Scorpio: Driblet the gun, creep!
[Callahan approaches Scorpio equally the latter laughs manically]
Scorpio: I'll blow his brains out! [continues laughing manically]
[Callahan approaches Scorpio, .44 Magnum in paw]
Scorpio: Drop the fucking gun!
[Callahan pretends to drop his gun, only to burn it at Scorpio, who lets the child go. Callahan so approaches the wounded Scorpio and points the gun at Scorpio, who is almost to retrieve his]
Callahan: I know what you're thinking, punk. You're thinking "Did he fire vi shots or only five?" Now, to tell you the truth, I've forgotten myself in all this excitement. Just being this is a .44 Magnum, the about powerful handgun in the world and information technology volition accident your head clean off, you've gotta enquire yourself a question: 'Do I feel lucky?
[Scorpio attempts to stand and catch his gun]
Callahan: Well, do ya, punk?
[Scorpio laughs maniacally and retrieves his gun in an try to shoot Callahan, merely to be shot in the caput and killed]

Misattributed [edit]

  • Become alee, brand my twenty-four hours.
    • The line "Go ahead, make my mean solar day" isn't uttered by Harry at any signal in the movie. He instead first uttered it in 1983'south Sudden Impact.
  • Do you feel lucky, punk?
    • The line actually said in the film is, "Yous've got to inquire yourself ane question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, practice you, punk?"

Taglines [edit]

  • You don't assign him to murder cases - you lot just turn him loose.
  • Detective Harry Callahan. He doesn't interruption murder cases - he smashes them.
  • Dirty Harry and the homicidal maniac. Harry'southward the one with the badge.
  • Practise y'all feel lucky, punk?
  • With his .44 Magnum, the nearly powerful handgun in the globe, Muddy Harry wipes out crime to hell.
  • Clint Eastwood is "Dirty Harry". And boy, does he get all the dirty jobs.
  • Marvelous!

Bandage [edit]

  • Clint Eastwood — Insp. Harry Callahan
  • Harry Guardino — Lt. Al Bressler
  • Reni Santoni — Insp. Chico Gonzalez
  • John Vernon — The Mayor
  • Andrew Robinson — Scorpio Killer
  • John Larch — The Chief
  • John Mitchum — Insp. Frank DiGiorgio
  • Ruth Kobart — Bus Commuter
  • Woodrow Parfrey — Mr. Jaffe
  • Josef Sommer — Dist. Atty. William T. Rothko
  • William Paterson — Approximate Bannerman
  • Curtis Mayfield — Thug who beats Scorpio (uncredited)

Encounter likewise [edit]

  • Magnum Strength (1973)
  • The Enforcer (1976)
  • Sudden Bear on (1983)
  • The Dead Pool (1988)

External links [edit]

Wikipedia

  • Dirty Harry quotes at the Cyberspace Movie Database
  • Dirty Harry at Rotten Tomatoes
  • Dirty Harry at Filmsite.org
  • A guide to filming locations seen in Muddy Harry

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