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Sociology? Oh, you'll arrive — that'southward if y'all alive ... Just don't let your college caste become you lot killed 'cause I'm liable to become killed forth with ya.

When a naked man 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.

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

Dirty Harry is a 1971 film almost a San Francisco cop with fiddling regard for rules, simply who always gets results, tracking downwards a series killer who snipes at random victims.

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

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

Harry Callahan [edit]

  • You lot gotta be kidding. I don't got whatsoever time to break in whatsoever 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] Folklore? Oh, you'll go far — that'due south if you live ... Just don't let your college degree go you killed 'cause I'm liable to get killed forth with ya.
  • Now you know why they call me "Dirty Harry". I get every muddy job 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 Main] wants my badge, well, he can have that too.

Chico Gonzalez [edit]

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

Scorpio Killer [edit]

  • [in note to the mayor] To the City of San Francisco, I volition enjoy killing one person every day until you pay me one hundred k dollars ($100,000). If you agree say so tomorrow morning time in Personal Column San Francisco Chronicle and I will fix meeting. If I do not hear from you information technology will be my next pleasure to kill a Catholic priest or a nigger. Scorpio
  • [in a letter] The double-crossing San Francisco police fabricated me do this. At present bribe $200,000 in used 10s and 20s. 1 man with yellow purse, south side, Marina Dark-green, East Harbor, 9 p.one thousand., she has oxygen until iii a.g. tomorrow morning, ruby-red panties and bra, overnice tits, mole on left thigh. Anything beautiful and you lot'll force me to permit daughter die of tedious suffocation. Scorpio
  • [to Callahan, on the phone] If I even think you're being followed, the daughter dies. If you talk to anyone, I don't care if it's a Pekinese pissing confronting a lamppost, the girl dies ... No car. I give you a certain amount of time to get from phone booth to telephone booth. I ring 4 times. You don't answer past the 4th ring, I hang up and that'south the end of the game. The girl dies ... Cop! ... I promise you're not stupid.
  • [to Callahan] Left paw. Permit's see the gun.[Harry pulls out his .44 Magnum] My! That'due south a big i.
  • [to Callahan] No, don't pass out on me now cop! No, no, no, no, no, non all the same, not notwithstanding, don't pass out on me nonetheless you rotten oinker! Do we understand each other? I said practice we understand each other? (Harry nods) Okay, at present listen upwardly cop, I inverse my mind. I'1000 going to permit her die, I just wanted you to know that. You hear me? I only wanted you to know that before I killed yous![laughs crazily] Goodbye, Callahan!
  • [in the hospital, with a dilapidated face] They tried to frame me with the Deacon daughter murder, and at present they're trying to murder me — and await at me, merely expect 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 look at me.
  • [to a schoolhouse bus driver] Hear me, y'all quondam hag, I'm telling you lot to bulldoze or I'll decorate this motorcoach with your brains.
  • [in a note] To the Metropolis of San Francisco — Yous have double-crossed me for the last time. I'thou alarm you to have my $200,000 dollars and a jet aeroplane gear up and waiting. I will call the Mayor'southward Office at ane o'clock and tell you about the hostages who I will be happy to kill if you don't do exactly what I say. Scorpio.
  • [last discussion to Callahan equally he threatens to impale a young boy fishing] Driblet the gun, creep! I'll blow 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 police department.
  • Lt. Al Bressler: Merely get where you're told, do what you're told, play it straight down the line ... Nil cute, nothing fancy. Just pay the ransom money and report dorsum here.

Dialogue [edit]

Mayor: All right, let's have information technology.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Take 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 office, waiting on you.
Lt. Al Bressler: Dammit all, Harry, that's the Mayor you lot're talking to! ...
Mayor: Won't yous sit downward Inspector Callahan? ... There's a madman loose, I've asked you what's being done, off-white enough?
Insp. Harry Callahan: We've got a dozen men checking identification files, checking on all known extortionists, roof summit prowlers, rifle nuts, peepers..
Lt. Al Bressler: Mr. Mayor — we've arranged for rooftop surveillance and helicopter patrols peculiarly around the Catholic churches and schools and in the black areas.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Ballistics is checking on the slug. Nosotros're pretty certain information technology's a .xxx-06, seven lands and grooves, right-hand twist ...
Lt. Al Bressler: Sir — we're running a computer check on everybody in the files whose birthday falls between Oct 23rd and November 21st.
Mayor: Why?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Natives of Scorpio.
Mayor: Give thanks you Inspector. Have any of you mentioned this note to anyone? How almost you? (looking at Callahan)
Insp. Harry Callahan: Nobody.
Mayor: Your wife, sweetheart, ... press?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Nobody.
Mayor: All right. Give the message to the Chronicle. We'll agree to pay, but we'll tell him we need fourth dimension to get the coin together.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Wait a minute. Do I get this correct? You're gonna play this creep's game?
Mayor: It'll get us more breathing space.
Insp. Harry Callahan: It also might go somebody killed. Why don't you lot let me meet with the son-of-a-bitch?
Chief: No, none of that. Y'all'd end upwardly with a real blood-bath.
Mayor: I agree with the Chief. We'll practice information technology this manner, all correct?
Lt. Al Bressler: Thank you Mr. Mayor. Come on Callahan, let'south become.
Mayor: (calls out) Callahan.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Sir?
Mayor: I don't want any more problem similar you had concluding twelvemonth in the Fillmore Commune. Empathise? That's my policy.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Yep, well, when an adult male is chasing a female with intent to commit rape, I shoot the bastard; that's my policy.
Mayor: Intent? How did yous found that?
Insp. Harry Callahan: When a naked homo is chasing a woman through an alley with a butcher knife and a difficult-on, I figure he isn't out collecting for the Crimson Cross.
Mayor: [afterwards Callahan has left] I think he's got a indicate.
[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 difference does that make?
Jaffe: Not much.
[long pause]
Insp. Harry Callahan: Say Jaffe, is that tan Ford nevertheless parked across in front end of the bank?
Jaffe: Tan Ford ... Mmm mmm yep. Tan Ford.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Engine running?
Jaffe: I don't know. How tin I tell?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Exhaust fumes coming out of the tailpipe.
Jaffe: Oh my God, that'southward awful! Look at all that pollution.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Yeah. Do me a favor. [gives him slip of newspaper] Call this phone number.
Jaffe: Police section?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Yes. Tell them Inspector Callahan thinks at that place'southward a two-11 in progress at the banking company. Be certain and tell them that's in progress.
Jaffe: In progress. Yes sir.
[goes to phone and starts dialing]
Insp. Harry Callahan: At present, if they'll just wait for the cavalry to go far. [immediately, an alarm bell goes off and a gunshot is heard] Ah, shit!
[Subsequently 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 bank robber that Callahan shot beginning, wounding him and forcing him to drop his shotgun, now makes an effort to retrieve information technology. He pauses as he sees Callahan arroyo, aiming his revolver.]
Callahan: I know what you're thinking: "Did he fire vi shots or only five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost track myself. But beingness this is a .44 Magnum, the nearly powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head make clean off, yous've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, practise y'all, punk?
[The thief gives up trying to think 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, but the gun just clicks on an empty chamber, and he grins, laughs, and walks abroad.]
Thief: Son of a bowwow...
  • Notation: bolded portion is ranked #51 in the American Film Institute's listing of the peak 100 picture show quotations in American movie house.
Doctor: Certain, Harry. We can save the leg. [takes out some scissors]
Callahan: What are you lot going to do with those?
Md: Going to cut your pants off.
Callahan: No. I'll take them off.
Doctor: It'll hurt.
Callahan: For $29.50, allow it hurt. You can plough your back if y'all're embarrassed ...
Gonzales: Why do they call ya "Dirty Harry"?
De Georgio: That'due south one thing about our Harry, he doesn't play any favorites. Harry hates everybody. Limeys, Micks, Hebes, Niggers, Honkies, Fatty Dagos, Chinks, you lot proper noun it.
Gonzales: How does he feel almost Mexicans?
De Georgio: Ask him.
Callahan:(says with a flash) Especially Spics.
Callahan: These loonies. They ought to throw a net over the whole bunch of 'em.
Gonzales: I know what you mean.
Pedestrian: Hey, fruitcake, what exercise you think yous're doing?
Callahan: Get the hell out of the way, hammerhead.
Thug ane: What's in the bag, man?
Callahan: Yous dudes get lost at present, ya hear?
Thug ii: Screw the handbag.
Thug iii: Yeah, merely give us the wallet at present.
(Harry clubs the third thug with the pocketbook, then kicks their pal in the face, then pulls his gun on the first thug)
Callahan: (seething in desperation) You don't listen too practiced, exercise ya, asshole?
Callahan: I'm Callahan.
Young Human being: My friends call me Alice, only I'll take a cartel.
Callahan: Well, Alice, when was the terminal time you were busted?
Swain: If you're vice, I'll kill myself.
Callahan: Well, do it at habitation!
Gonzalez: [nigh quitting the forcefulness] I've been doing a lot of thinking about it. I have a teaching credential and I effigy, what for, you know?
[pause]
Gonzalez'due south wife: I thought I could take it ... Whatever it takes to be a cop'south wife, I'g just not certain I'm making it. He really tries and these bastards, you know, Pig this, Pig that. Ah, merely maybe information technology's when I watch him walk out that door at night, and I think, what if this is the last time I always encounter him again ... doesn't it drive your wife crazy?
Callahan: Nope.
Gonzalez'south wife: You mean she got used to information technology.
Callahan: No, she never did really.
Gonzalez'south wife: Well, what then?
Callahan: She'due south dead.
Gonzalez'due south wife: Oh, please forgive me.
Callahan: She was driving abode late one night and a drunk crossed the centre line. There was no reason for it, actually.
Gonzalez'due south wife: I'm so sorry.
Callahan: That's o.k. Look, I desire you to tell Chico that I sympathize, yous know, him quitting. I-I think he's right. This is no life for you two.
Gonzalez's wife: Why do you stay in information technology and 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. Also much linguine. I'll find another fashion.
De Georgio: You need any help?
Callahan: Proceed out and get some air, fatso.
De Georgio: Yous're the dominate.
Scorpio: (haemorrhage through his leg from a bullet wound) Delight no more than, I'm hurt, can't you run into I'm hurt? You shot me, please don't, don't! Allow me accept a doc ... Please give me the doctor, don't kill me!
Callahan: The girl, where is she?
Scorpio: You lot tried to kill me!
Callahan: If I tried that, your caput'd be splattered all over this field. Now where'southward the daughter?
Scorpio: I desire a lawyer!
Callahan: I said, where's the girl?
Scorpio: I have the right for a lawyer.
Callahan: Where's the girl?
Scorpio: I accept the right for a lawyer, don't shoot me, I have rights, desire a lawyer.......(now whimpers in pain equally Harry steps on his injury, causing still more suffering)
District Attorney: I've merely been looking over your arrest report. A very unusual piece of police force work. Really amazing.
Callahan: Yep, well I had some luck.
District Chaser: You're lucky I'm not indicting yous for assault with intent to commit murder.
Callahan: What?!
District Attorney: Where the hell does it say you lot've got a correct to kick downward doors, torture suspects, deny medical attending and legal counsel. Where have you been? Does Escobedo ring a bell? Miranda? I mean, you must have heard of the Quaternary Amendment. What I'm maxim is, that human being had rights.
Callahan: Well, I'm all "broken upward" well-nigh that man'due south rights.
District Attorney: Y'all should be. I've got news for you, Callahan. As soon every bit he's well enough to go out the infirmary, he walks.
Callahan: What are y'all talking about?
District Attorney: He's complimentary.
Callahan: You mean y'all're letting him go?
District Attorney: We have to, we tin can't try him.
Callahan: And why is that?
District Attorney: Because I'm non wasting a half a million dollars of the taxpayer's money on a trial nosotros tin't possibly win. The problem is, nosotros don't have whatever testify.
Callahan: Testify? What the hell do you phone call that? [He gestures toward Scorpio's weapon]
District Attorney: I phone call it nothing, cypher.
Callahan: Are you trying to tell me that Ballistics can't lucifer the bullet upwards to this rifle?
Commune Attorney: It does not thing what Ballistics can exercise. This rifle might brand a prissy souvenir. But information technology's inadmissible as prove.
Callahan: And who says that?
Commune Chaser: It'south the law.
Callahan: Well so, the law is crazy!
District Attorney: This is Gauge Bannerman of the appellate court. He also 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'due south quarters was illegal. Bear witness obtained thereby, such as that hunting rifle, for case, is inadmissible in court. You should have gotten a search warrant. I'k sorry, but it's that simple.
Callahan: Search warrant!? In that location was a girl dying.
Commune Chaser: She was in fact expressionless according to the medical study.
Callahan: Just I didn't know that.
Judge: The court would have to recognize the police force officer's legitimate concern for the girl'south life, merely there is no way they tin mayhap condone constabulary torture. All show apropos the girl — the suspect's confession, all physical testify — would have to be excluded.
Callahan: (sighs) There must be something you tin get him on.
Gauge: Without the show of the gun and the girl, (one-half chuckles) I couldn't convict him of spitting on the sidewalk. No, the suspect's 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 dice. Who speaks for her?
Commune Attorney: The District Attorney's office, if you'll let us. I've got a wife and iii kids. I don't want him on the streets any more than you lot do.
Callahan: Well, he won't be out in that location long.
District Attorney: What is that supposed to hateful?
Callahan: I mean sooner or later he's gonna stub his toe and and so I'll be right there.
District Attorney: This function won't stand for any harassment.
Callahan: Y'all know, you lot're crazy if you think you've heard the final of this guy. He's gonna impale once again.
Commune Attorney: How do y'all know?
Callahan: 'Cause he likes it.
Chief: Have you been following that man?
Callahan: Yeah, I've been post-obit him on my own time. And anybody can tell I didn't practise that to him.
Primary: How?
Callahan: Cause he looks too damn good, that's how!
Mayor: (on telephone) The jet must be fueled and prepare to go in a half an hour. Skeleton crew, they must exist volunteers. Tell them the man is unsafe. Well, here, I'll read you this notation which was delivered at eight o'clock this morning time: "To the City of San Francisco. You have double-crossed me for the concluding time. I'm warning you to take my $200,000 in a jet plane set and waiting. I will call Mayor'south office at i o'clock and tell you virtually the hostages who I will be happy to impale if you don't do exactly what I say, Scorpio" (pauses) Well, you lot ameliorate have somebody standing by — it could be a false alarm but don't count on information technology.
Scorpio: Information technology'due south very uncomplicated. I've got the kids and you showtime screwing around, the kids start dying. Is the plane prepare?
Mayor: The jet is being fueled and set to get at the airdrome. The money volition exist there past the time yous get in that location.
Scorpio: All right, at present listen and heed very carefully. I'm going to be driving forth squeamish and piece of cake, only me and a passenger vehicle load of kids. I'thousand going to plow off on the Sir Francis Drake Blvd. on my way to the Santa Rosa Drome. I don't desire to see whatever police force 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 pilot when I go on the airplane. No alerts, nothin'.
Mayor: I guarantee you you will not be molested in any way. I give you my word of honor on information technology.
Chief: Callahan? — you willing to take the money to him?
Callahan: When are you people gonna stop messing effectually with this guy. He'due south gotta exist stopped at present.
Mayor: He's got a charabanc load of kids and I tin't accept that hazard. I gave my discussion of accolade on it, and he volition not be molested — and that's a direct order, Callahan!
Callahan: Well, you can only get yourself another delivery boy.
Scorpio: [singing] Row, row, row your gunkhole/gently downwardly the stream/merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily ...
Bus Kid: Where are nosotros going?
Scorpio: What? What did you say?
Bus Kid: Where are nosotros going?
Scorpio: We're going to the ice-foam factory and see how ice-cream'south made. At present everyone who doesn't wanna get tin become off right here.
Bus Kid: I wanna become abode to my mommy.
Scorpio: [slaps the kid] Stupid kid! Come on sing everyone! Sing or I'll go domicile and kill all your mommies, sing, sing!
[The Scorpio Killer holds an innocent child hostage at the edge of a cliff]
Scorpio: Driblet the gun, pitter-patter!
[Callahan approaches Scorpio as the latter laughs manically]
Scorpio: I'll blow his brains out! [continues laughing manically]
[Callahan approaches Scorpio, .44 Magnum in manus]
Scorpio: Drib the fucking gun!
[Callahan pretends to driblet his gun, only to fire it at Scorpio, who lets the child go. Callahan and so approaches the wounded Scorpio and points the gun at Scorpio, who is about to retrieve his]
Callahan: I know what you're thinking, punk. You're thinking "Did he fire half dozen shots or only five?" Now, to tell you the truth, I've forgotten myself in all this excitement. But beingness this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world and it will blow your head clean off, you've gotta ask yourself a question: 'Do I feel lucky?
[Scorpio attempts to stand up and take hold of his gun]
Callahan: Well, exercise ya, punk?
[Scorpio laughs maniacally and retrieves his gun in an try to shoot Callahan, only to be shot in the head and killed]

Misattributed [edit]

  • Get alee, make my day.
    • The line "Become ahead, make my day" isn't uttered by Harry at whatsoever point in the film. He instead start uttered it in 1983'southward Sudden Bear on.
  • Practice yous experience lucky, punk?
    • The line actually said in the picture show is, "You've got to inquire yourself one question: 'Exercise I feel lucky?' Well, practise you, punk?"

Taglines [edit]

  • You don't assign him to murder cases - you simply plow him loose.
  • Detective Harry Callahan. He doesn't break murder cases - he smashes them.
  • Muddy Harry and the homicidal maniac. Harry'south the one with the bluecoat.
  • Do you feel lucky, punk?
  • With his .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, Dirty Harry wipes out criminal offense to hell.
  • Clint Eastwood is "Muddied Harry". And boy, does he get all the dirty jobs.
  • Marvelous!

Cast [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 Driver
  • Woodrow Parfrey — Mr. Jaffe
  • Josef Sommer — Dist. Atty. William T. Rothko
  • William Paterson — Judge Bannerman
  • Curtis Mayfield — Thug who beats Scorpio (uncredited)

See likewise [edit]

  • Magnum Force (1973)
  • The Enforcer (1976)
  • Sudden Impact (1983)
  • The Dead Pool (1988)

External links [edit]

Wikipedia

  • Dirty Harry quotes at the Internet Film Database
  • Dirty Harry at Rotten Tomatoes
  • Dingy Harry at Filmsite.org
  • A guide to filming locations seen in Dirty Harry

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