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Sociology? Oh, you'll become far — that'due south if you live ... Merely don't permit your higher caste get yous killed 'cause I'm liable to go 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 Red Cross.

I know what y'all're thinking. "Did he fire vi shots or only v?" Well, to tell you lot the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the nigh powerful handgun in the globe, and would accident your head make clean off, you lot've got to ask yourself ane question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?

Dirty Harry is a 1971 film about a San Francisco cop with trivial regard for rules, only who always gets results, tracking down a series killer who snipes at random victims.

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

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

Harry Callahan [edit]

  • You gotta be kidding. I don't got any time to suspension in any newcomers. Why don't you lot 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's if you live ... Just don't let your college degree get you lot killed 'crusade I'm liable to get killed along with ya.
  • At present you know why they phone call me "Muddy Harry". I become every dirty task that comes along.
  • Gonzalez was obeying orders from his superior, me ... he didn't know anything about it. And when this mess is over, if he [the Chief] wants my badge, well, he can have that besides.

Chico Gonzalez [edit]

  • No wonder they call him Dingy Harry. Always get the shit-finish of the stick.

Scorpio Killer [edit]

  • [in note to the mayor] To the City of San Francisco, I will savour killing one person every day until you pay me ane hundred thousand dollars ($100,000). If yous concord say so tomorrow morning in Personal Column San Francisco Chronicle and I will prepare meeting. If I do not hear from yous it volition exist my adjacent pleasure to impale a Catholic priest or a nigger. Scorpio
  • [in a letter] The double-crossing San Francisco law made me do this. At present ransom $200,000 in used 10s and 20s. I man with yellow bag, south side, Marina Light-green, E Harbor, 9 p.g., she has oxygen until three a.thou. tomorrow morning, red panties and bra, nice tits, mole on left thigh. Anything cute and you'll force me to let girl die of slow suffocation. Scorpio
  • [to Callahan, on the phone] If I even think y'all're being followed, the daughter dies. If you talk to anyone, I don't intendance if it'southward a Pekinese pissing confronting a lamppost, the daughter dies ... No machine. I give you a certain amount of time to go from phone booth to telephone booth. I ring four times. You don't answer by the quaternary ring, I hang upwards and that'southward the stop of the game. The girl dies ... Cop! ... I hope you lot're not stupid.
  • [to Callahan] Left manus. Allow'southward run into the gun.[Harry pulls out his .44 Magnum] My! That's a big 1.
  • [to Callahan] No, don't pass out on me now cop! No, no, no, no, no, not yet, not yet, don't pass out on me yet you rotten oinker! Exercise we empathise each other? I said do we understand each other? (Harry nods) Okay, now heed up cop, I inverse my mind. I'm going to permit her dice, I just wanted y'all to know that. You hear me? I simply wanted yous to know that before I killed you![laughs crazily] Adieu, 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 look at me, just look at me. I'm supposed to be innocent until proven guilty and just expect at what they did to me. Everywhere I get, cops follow me — and simply look at me.
  • [to a school bus driver] Hear me, yous old hag, I'thousand telling y'all to drive or I'll decorate this bus with your brains.
  • [in a notation] To the Metropolis of San Francisco — Y'all accept double-crossed me for the last time. I'm warning you to accept my $200,000 dollars and a jet airplane ready and waiting. I volition call the Mayor's Office at 1 o'clock and tell you lot about the hostages who I will be happy to kill if you don't practise exactly what I say. Scorpio.
  • [last word to Callahan as he threatens to kill a young boy fishing] Driblet the gun, creep! I'll blow his brains out! [chuckles evilly] Drop the fucking gun!

Others [edit]

  • Mayor: The City of San Francisco does not pay criminals not to commit crimes. Instead, we pay a police department.
  • Lt. Al Bressler: But go where you're told, do what yous're told, play it straight downwardly the line ... Cypher cute, naught fancy. Just pay the bribe money and report back hither.

Dialogue [edit]

Mayor: All correct, permit'southward have information technology.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Accept what?
Mayor: Your report. What have yous been doing?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Oh, well for the past three quarters of an 60 minutes, I accept been sitting on my ass in your outer office, waiting on yous.
Lt. Al Bressler: Dammit all, Harry, that's the Mayor you're talking to! ...
Mayor: Won't yous sit down Inspector Callahan? ... There'southward a madman loose, I've asked you what's being done, fair enough?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Nosotros've got a dozen men checking identification files, checking on all known extortionists, roof top prowlers, rifle nuts, peepers..
Lt. Al Bressler: Mr. Mayor — nosotros've arranged for rooftop surveillance and helicopter patrols especially around the Cosmic churches and schools and in the blackness areas.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Ballistics is checking on the slug. Nosotros're pretty sure it'southward a .30-06, seven lands and grooves, right-hand twist ...
Lt. Al Bressler: Sir — we're running a calculator check on everybody in the files whose birthday falls between October 23rd and Nov 21st.
Mayor: Why?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Natives of Scorpio.
Mayor: Cheers Inspector. Have any of you mentioned this notation to anyone? How about y'all? (looking at Callahan)
Insp. Harry Callahan: Nobody.
Mayor: Your wife, sweetheart, ... press?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Nobody.
Mayor: All right. Give the bulletin to the Chronicle. We'll agree to pay, but we'll tell him nosotros need time to get the money together.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Expect a minute. Do I get this right? You're gonna play this creep'south game?
Mayor: Information technology'll become us more breathing space.
Insp. Harry Callahan: It also might get somebody killed. Why don't you let me come across with the son-of-a-bowwow?
Primary: No, none of that. You lot'd end up with a real blood-bathroom.
Mayor: I agree with the Main. We'll practice it this way, all correct?
Lt. Al Bressler: Thanks Mr. Mayor. Come on Callahan, let's go.
Mayor: (calls out) Callahan.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Sir?
Mayor: I don't want any more problem similar you had last year in the Fillmore District. Understand? That'south my policy.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Yeah, well, when an adult male is chasing a female with intent to commit rape, I shoot the bounder; that'southward my policy.
Mayor: Intent? How did you lot found that?
Insp. Harry Callahan: When a naked man is chasing a adult female through an alley with a butcher knife and a hard-on, I effigy he isn't out collecting for the Ruby-red Cantankerous.
Mayor: [after Callahan has left] I think he'southward got a point.
[Harry visits his favorite diner]
Insp. Harry Callahan: Hey there, Jaffe; the usual.
Jaffe: The usual luncheon or the usual dinner?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Well, what divergence does that make?
Jaffe: Not much.
[long intermission]
Insp. Harry Callahan: Say Jaffe, is that tan Ford withal parked across in front of the bank?
Jaffe: Tan Ford ... Mmm mmm yes. 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'due south awful! Look at all that pollution.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Yep. Practise me a favor. [gives him sideslip of newspaper] Phone call this telephone number.
Jaffe: Law department?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Yeah. Tell them Inspector Callahan thinks there'due south a 2-11 in progress at the bank. Be sure and tell them that's in progress.
Jaffe: In progress. Yes sir.
[goes to telephone and starts dialing]
Insp. Harry Callahan: At present, if they'll just await for the cavalry to arrive. [immediately, an alarm bell goes off and a gunshot is heard] Ah, shit!
[Afterward shooting several of the banking company-robbers and stopping their getaway car past shooting the driver, Inspector Callahan approaches the front steps of the depository financial institution. The depository financial institution robber that Callahan shot start, wounding him and forcing him to drop his shotgun, now makes an effort to retrieve it. He pauses every bit he sees Callahan arroyo, aiming his revolver.]
Callahan: I know what you're thinking: "Did he burn vi shots or only 5?" Well, to tell y'all the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost track myself. Only being this is a .44 Magnum, the nearly powerful handgun in the world, and would accident your caput clean off, yous've got to inquire yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do y'all, punk?
[The thief gives upwards trying to recollect his shotgun; Callahan picks it upwardly 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, only the gun just 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 Movie Found's list of the top 100 picture show quotations in American movie theatre.
Doctor: Sure, Harry. Nosotros tin save the leg. [takes out some scissors]
Callahan: What are you going to practise with those?
Doctor: Going to cut your pants off.
Callahan: No. I'll have them off.
Physician: Information technology'll hurt.
Callahan: For $29.50, let it hurt. Y'all tin can turn your back if you're embarrassed ...
Gonzales: Why do they call ya "Dirty Harry"?
De Georgio: That'south one thing about our Harry, he doesn't play whatsoever favorites. Harry hates everybody. Limeys, Micks, Hebes, Niggers, Honkies, Fat Dagos, Chinks, you name information technology.
Gonzales: How does he feel about Mexicans?
De Georgio: Enquire him.
Callahan:(says with a wink) Peculiarly Spics.
Callahan: These loonies. They ought to throw a internet over the whole bunch of 'em.
Gonzales: I know what you mean.
Pedestrian: Hey, fruitcake, what exercise you think you're doing?
Callahan: Get the hell out of the way, hammerhead.
Thug ane: What'southward in the bag, man?
Callahan: You dudes become lost now, ya hear?
Thug 2: Screw the bag.
Thug iii: Yeah, only give united states of america the wallet at present.
(Harry clubs the third thug with the purse, then kicks their pal in the confront, then pulls his gun on the first thug)
Callahan: (seething in desperation) You don't mind too skillful, do ya, asshole?
Callahan: I'm Callahan.
Young Human being: My friends call me Alice, but I'll take a dare.
Callahan: Well, Alice, when was the last time you were busted?
Beau: If yous're vice, I'll kill myself.
Callahan: Well, do it at home!
Gonzalez: [about quitting the force] I've been doing a lot of thinking near information technology. I have a teaching credential and I figure, what for, yous know?
[break]
Gonzalez's married woman: I thought I could take it ... Whatever information technology takes to be a cop's wife, I'm just not sure I'yard making it. He actually tries and these bastards, you know, Pig this, Hog that. Ah, merely maybe it'southward when I watch him walk out that door at night, and I think, what if this is the last time I e'er see him again ... doesn't it bulldoze your wife crazy?
Callahan: Nope.
Gonzalez's wife: Yous mean she got used to it.
Callahan: No, she never did really.
Gonzalez's wife: Well, what then?
Callahan: She'due south expressionless.
Gonzalez'south wife: Oh, please forgive me.
Callahan: She was driving home late one night and a drunk crossed the eye line. There was no reason for it, really.
Gonzalez's married woman: I'thousand so sorry.
Callahan: That's o.m. Look, I desire you to tell Chico that I understand, you know, him quitting. I-I call up he's right. This is no life for yous two.
Gonzalez's wife: Why practice you lot stay in it then?
Callahan: I don't know, I really don't.
De Georgio: Illegal entry, no warrant.
Callahan: Looks like we climb.
De Georgio: Uh-uh. As well much linguine. I'll notice another way.
De Georgio: You demand any help?
Callahan: Keep out and get some air, fatso.
De Georgio: Y'all're the boss.
Scorpio: (bleeding through his leg from a bullet wound) Delight no more, I'one thousand hurt, tin can't y'all see I'yard injure? You shot me, please don't, don't! Let me have a doctor ... Please give me the doctor, don't kill me!
Callahan: The girl, where is she?
Scorpio: Y'all tried to impale me!
Callahan: If I tried that, your head'd be splattered all over this field. Now where's the daughter?
Scorpio: I want a lawyer!
Callahan: I said, where'south the daughter?
Scorpio: I have the right for a lawyer.
Callahan: Where'due south the girl?
Scorpio: I take the right for a lawyer, don't shoot me, I have rights, want a lawyer.......(at present whimpers in hurting as Harry steps on his injury, causing still more than suffering)
District Attorney: I've simply been looking over your arrest study. A very unusual piece of police piece of work. Really amazing.
Callahan: Yeah, well I had some luck.
District Chaser: You're lucky I'k not indicting you for assault with intent to commit murder.
Callahan: What?!
District Attorney: Where the hell does information technology say you've got a right to kick down doors, torture suspects, deny medical attention and legal counsel. Where have 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'm all "cleaved upwards" about that human's rights.
District Chaser: Yous should be. I've got news for you, Callahan. As soon as he's well plenty to get out the hospital, he walks.
Callahan: What are you lot talking about?
District Attorney: He's costless.
Callahan: Y'all mean y'all're letting him go?
District Attorney: We have to, we can't try him.
Callahan: And why is that?
District Attorney: Because I'm not wasting a half a 1000000 dollars of the taxpayer'south money on a trial we can't possibly win. The problem is, we don't accept whatever prove.
Callahan: Bear witness? What the hell practice you call that? [He gestures toward Scorpio's weapon]
District Attorney: I call it naught, nix.
Callahan: Are y'all trying to tell me that Ballistics can't match the bullet up to this rifle?
District Chaser: It does not affair what Ballistics can do. This rifle might make a dainty gift. But it'due south inadmissible as evidence.
Callahan: And who says that?
Commune Attorney: It's the constabulary.
Callahan: Well then, the law is crazy!
District Attorney: This is Gauge Bannerman of the appellate court. He also holds classes in Constitutional Constabulary in Berkeley. I've asked him for an stance — your Honor?
Guess Bannerman: Well, in my opinion, the search of the suspect'due south quarters was illegal. Evidence obtained thereby, such every bit that hunting rifle, for instance, is inadmissible in courtroom. You should have gotten a search warrant. I'm sorry, just it's that simple.
Callahan: Search warrant!? At that place was a girl dying.
District Attorney: She was in fact dead according to the medical report.
Callahan: But I didn't know that.
Gauge: The court would have to recognize the police force officer'south legitimate concern for the girl's life, but there is no way they can possibly condone constabulary torture. All testify concerning the daughter — the suspect's confession, all physical evidence — would have to be excluded.
Callahan: (sighs) There must be something you tin become him on.
Guess: Without the show of the gun and the girl, (half chuckles) I couldn't convict him of spitting on the sidewalk. No, the suspect's rights were violated, under the Fourth and 5th and probably the 6th and Fourteenth Amendments.
Callahan: And Anne Marie Deacon, what near her rights? I mean, she's raped and left in a pigsty to dice. Who speaks for her?
Commune Chaser: The District Attorney'southward office, if you'll let us. I've got a wife and three kids. I don't want him on the streets any more you exercise.
Callahan: Well, he won't be out there long.
Commune Attorney: What is that supposed to hateful?
Callahan: I mean sooner or afterward he's gonna stub his toe and then I'll be right at that place.
District Chaser: This office won't stand for any harassment.
Callahan: You lot know, you're crazy if you think you've heard the last of this guy. He'due south gonna kill once again.
Commune Attorney: How exercise you know?
Callahan: 'Crusade he likes it.
Chief: Have you been following that human?
Callahan: Yeah, I've been following him on my own time. And anybody tin can tell I didn't do that to him.
Chief: How?
Callahan: Cause he looks too damn good, that'southward how!
Mayor: (on phone) The jet must be fueled and prepare to go in a half an hour. Skeleton crew, they must be volunteers. Tell them the man is dangerous. Well, here, I'll read yous this notation which was delivered at eight o'clock this morning: "To the City of San Francisco. You have double-crossed me for the last fourth dimension. I'm warning you to have my $200,000 in a jet plane fix and waiting. I volition call Mayor's office at one o'clock and tell you about the hostages who I will be happy to impale if you lot don't exercise exactly what I say, Scorpio" (pauses) Well, you improve have somebody continuing by — it could be a false alert but don't count on it.
Scorpio: It's very simple. I've got the kids and you starting time screwing effectually, the kids start dying. Is the aeroplane ready?
Mayor: The jet is being fueled and ready to go at the airport. The coin volition be there by the time yous become in that location.
Scorpio: All correct, at present listen and heed very carefully. I'm going to exist driving along overnice and easy, merely me and a bus load of kids. I'm going to turn off on the Sir Francis Drake Blvd. on my way 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 by the rules, the kids will have a nice little plane ride.
Mayor: Well, where are you going?
Scorpio: I'll tell the airplane pilot when I go on the aeroplane. No alerts, nothin'.
Mayor: I guarantee you yous will not be molested in any way. I requite you my word of honour on it.
Master: Callahan? — you willing to take the money to him?
Callahan: When are y'all people gonna end messing around with this guy. He'due south gotta exist stopped now.
Mayor: He'due south got a bus load of kids and I can't take that take chances. I gave my word of honor on it, and he will not be molested — and that's a direct order, Callahan!
Callahan: Well, you tin just get yourself another commitment boy.
Scorpio: [singing] Row, row, row your boat/gently down the stream/merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily ...
Jitney Child: Where are we going?
Scorpio: What? What did you lot say?
Bus Kid: Where are nosotros going?
Scorpio: We're going to the ice-cream factory and come across how ice-cream's made. At present everyone who doesn't wanna go can get off right here.
Bus Kid: I wanna go home to my mommy.
Scorpio: [slaps the child] 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 earnest at the border of a cliff]
Scorpio: Driblet the gun, creep!
[Callahan approaches Scorpio as the latter laughs manically]
Scorpio: I'll accident his brains out! [continues laughing manically]
[Callahan approaches Scorpio, .44 Magnum in mitt]
Scorpio: Drop the fucking gun!
[Callahan pretends to drib his gun, only to fire it at Scorpio, who lets the kid get. Callahan then approaches the wounded Scorpio and points the gun at Scorpio, who is about to remember his]
Callahan: I know what you're thinking, punk. You're thinking "Did he burn six shots or only five?" Now, to tell you the truth, I've forgotten myself in all this excitement. Simply existence this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world and information technology volition accident your head clean off, you've gotta ask yourself a question: 'Do I feel lucky?
[Scorpio attempts to stand and grab his gun]
Callahan: Well, do ya, punk?
[Scorpio laughs maniacally and retrieves his gun in an attempt to shoot Callahan, only to be shot in the head and killed]

Misattributed [edit]

  • Go ahead, make my twenty-four hour period.
    • The line "Go ahead, make my day" isn't uttered by Harry at whatsoever point in the moving picture. He instead start uttered it in 1983's Sudden Impact.
  • Do you feel lucky, punk?
    • The line really said in the motion-picture show is, "You've got to ask yourself 1 question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, exercise y'all, punk?"

Taglines [edit]

  • Yous don't assign him to murder cases - yous just plow him loose.
  • Detective Harry Callahan. He doesn't break murder cases - he smashes them.
  • Dirty Harry and the homicidal maniac. Harry's the one with the badge.
  • Do y'all experience lucky, punk?
  • With his .44 Magnum, the near powerful handgun in the world, Muddied Harry wipes out crime to hell.
  • Clint Eastwood is "Dirty Harry". And male child, 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 Principal
  • John Mitchum — Insp. Frank DiGiorgio
  • Ruth Kobart — Jitney Driver
  • Woodrow Parfrey — Mr. Jaffe
  • Josef Sommer — Dist. Atty. William T. Rothko
  • William Paterson — Gauge Bannerman
  • Curtis Mayfield — Thug who beats Scorpio (uncredited)

See also [edit]

  • Magnum Forcefulness (1973)
  • The Enforcer (1976)
  • Sudden Affect (1983)
  • The Expressionless Pool (1988)

External links [edit]

Wikipedia

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

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