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Sociology? Oh, yous'll get far — that's if yous live ... But don't let your college caste get you lot killed 'cause I'm liable to become killed forth with ya.

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

I know what you're thinking. "Did he burn six shots or only v?" Well, to tell you lot the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But being every bit this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head make clean off, you lot've got to ask yourself i question: "Do I experience lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?

Dirty Harry is a 1971 picture about a San Francisco cop with little regard for rules, but who e'er gets results, tracking downward a series killer who snipes at random victims.

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

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

Harry Callahan [edit]

You gotta be kidding. I don't got any fourth dimension to suspension in any newcomers. Why don't you exercise this boy a favor ... if I demand a partner, I'll become me someone who knows what the hell he's doin'.
[to Gonzalez] Sociology? Oh, you lot'll go far — that's if you lot alive ... Just don't let your college degree get you killed 'crusade I'1000 liable to get killed along with ya.
Now you know why they telephone call me "Dirty Harry". I get every muddied 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 bluecoat, well, he can have that too.

Chico Gonzalez [edit]

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

Scorpio Killer [edit]

[in annotation to the mayor] To the City of San Francisco, I will enjoy killing i person every 24-hour interval until y'all pay me one hundred thousand dollars ($100,000). If yous hold say and so tomorrow morning in Personal Cavalcade San Francisco Chronicle and I will set meeting. If I do non hear from you information technology will be my next pleasance to impale a Cosmic priest or a nigger. Scorpio
[in a alphabetic character] The double-crossing San Francisco law made me do this. Now ransom $200,000 in used 10s and 20s. One man with yellow bag, south side, Marina Green, Eastward Harbor, 9 p.chiliad., she has oxygen until 3 a.m. tomorrow morning, red panties and bra, nice tits, mole on left thigh. Anything cute and y'all'll forcefulness me to let girl die of dull suffocation. Scorpio
[to Callahan, on the phone] If I even think you're being followed, the girl dies. If you talk to anyone, I don't care if it's a Pekinese pissing against a lamppost, the girl dies ... No car. I give you lot a sure amount of time to go from phone berth to telephone booth. I ring four times. Y'all don't answer by the fourth ring, I hang upward and that's the end of the game. The daughter dies ... Cop! ... I hope y'all're not stupid.
[to Callahan] Left hand. Let's run into the gun.[Harry pulls out his .44 Magnum] My! That's a large 1.
[to Callahan] No, don't pass out on me now cop! No, no, no, no, no, not yet, not nonetheless, don't laissez passer out on me yet you rotten oinker! Practise we understand each other? I said do we understand each other? (Harry nods) Okay, now listen up cop, I changed my mind. I'm going to let her dice, I just wanted you to know that. Yous hear me? I just wanted you lot to know that before I killed you![laughs crazily] Goodbye, Callahan!
[in the hospital, with a dilapidated face] They tried to frame me with the Deacon girl murder, and at present they're trying to murder me — and look at me, only wait at me. I'1000 supposed to be innocent until proven guilty and simply expect at what they did to me. Everywhere I go, cops follow me — and but look at me.
[to a school bus driver] Hear me, y'all old hag, I'one thousand telling yous to drive or I'll decorate this bus with your brains.
[in a note] To the City of San Francisco — You take double-crossed me for the final time. I'm warning you to have my $200,000 dollars and a jet plane set and waiting. I will call the Mayor's Function at i o'clock and tell you lot near the hostages who I will be happy to kill if yous don't exercise exactly what I say. Scorpio.
[last word to Callahan as he threatens to kill a young male child fishing] Drop 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, nosotros pay a police department.
Lt. Al Bressler: Just get where y'all're told, do what yous're told, play it straight downwardly the line ... Zero beautiful, nothing fancy. But pay the ransom money and report back hither.

Dialogue [edit]

Mayor: All right, let's take it.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Take what?

Mayor: Your report. What take you lot been doing?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Oh, well for the past iii quarters of an 60 minutes, I have been sitting on my donkey in your outer office, waiting on you.

Lt. Al Bressler: Dammit all, Harry, that's the Mayor you're talking to! ...

Mayor: Won't you sit down Inspector Callahan? ... There'south a madman loose, I've asked you what's existence washed, fair 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 bundled for rooftop surveillance and helicopter patrols especially effectually the Cosmic churches and schools and in the black areas.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Ballistics is checking on the slug. We're pretty sure it'due south a .30-06, vii 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: Thank you Inspector. Have any of you lot mentioned this note to anyone? How near yous? (looking at Callahan)

Insp. Harry Callahan: Nobody.

Mayor: Your wife, sweetheart, ... press?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Nobody.

Mayor: All right. Requite the message to the Chronicle. We'll agree to pay, but nosotros'll tell him nosotros need time to get the money together.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Expect a infinitesimal. Do I get this right? You're gonna play this creep'due south game?

Mayor: It'll become united states more animate space.

Insp. Harry Callahan: It also might go somebody killed. Why don't you permit me meet with the son-of-a-bitch?

Master: No, none of that. You'd stop up with a existent blood-bath.

Mayor: I agree with the Chief. We'll do information technology this style, all right?

Lt. Al Bressler: Cheers Mr. Mayor. Come up on Callahan, let'southward go.

Mayor: (calls out) Callahan.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Sir?

Mayor: I don't want whatever more problem like you had terminal year in the Fillmore District. Sympathize? That's my policy.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Yeah, well, when an adult male person is chasing a female with intent to commit rape, I shoot the bastard; that'due south my policy.

Mayor: Intent? How did you establish that?

Insp. Harry Callahan: When a naked man is chasing a adult female through an alley with a butcher knife and a difficult-on, I figure he isn't out collecting for the Red Cross.

Mayor: [later on Callahan has left] I recall he'southward got a signal.

[Harry visits his favorite diner]

Insp. Harry Callahan: Hey there, Jaffe; the usual.

Jaffe: The usual lunch or the usual dinner?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Well, what departure does that brand?

Jaffe: Not much.

[long intermission]

Insp. Harry Callahan: Say Jaffe, is that tan Ford however parked beyond in front of the bank?

Jaffe: Tan Ford ... Mmm mmm yeah. 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 paper] Call this telephone number.

Jaffe: Police department?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Yeah. Tell them Inspector Callahan thinks at that place's a 2-eleven in progress at the banking company. Be certain and tell them that'southward in progress.

Jaffe: In progress. Yep sir.

[goes to telephone and starts dialing]

Insp. Harry Callahan: Now, if they'll just wait for the cavalry to arrive. [immediately, an alert bong goes off and a gunshot is heard] Ah, shit!

[After shooting several of the banking concern-robbers and stopping their getaway auto by shooting the driver, Inspector Callahan approaches the front steps of the bank. The bank robber that Callahan shot first, wounding him and forcing him to drop his shotgun, now makes an try to recollect information technology. He pauses every bit he sees Callahan approach, aiming his revolver.]

Callahan: I know what you lot're thinking: "Did he fire six shots or just five?" Well, to tell you lot the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost track myself. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the nearly powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your caput clean off, you've got to enquire yourself one question: 'Practice I feel lucky?' Well, do you, punk?

[The thief gives upwards 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, but the gun just clicks on an empty sleeping accommodation, and he grins, laughs, and walks away.]

Thief: Son of a bowwow...

Note: bolded portion is ranked #51 in the American Motion picture Establish'south list of the top 100 movie quotations in American cinema.

Doctor: Sure, Harry. We can save the leg. [takes out some scissors]

Callahan: What are yous going to do with those?

Doctor: Going to cut your pants off.

Callahan: No. I'll take them off.

Medico: It'll hurt.

Callahan: For $29.50, let information technology hurt. You can turn your back if y'all're embarrassed ...

Gonzales: Why do they telephone call ya "Dirty Harry"?

De Georgio: That's i matter virtually our Harry, he doesn't play any favorites. Harry hates everybody. Limeys, Micks, Hebes, Niggers, Honkies, Fat Dagos, Chinks, y'all name it.

Gonzales: How does he feel most Mexicans?

De Georgio: Ask him.

Callahan:(says with a wink) 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 do you think yous're doing?

Callahan: Get the hell out of the mode, hammerhead.

Thug 1: What'southward in the bag, human being?

Callahan: You dudes get lost at present, ya hear?

Thug two: Screw the bag.

Thug 3: Yes, just give us the wallet now.

(Harry clubs the third thug with the handbag, and then kicks their pal in the confront, then pulls his gun on the starting time thug)

Callahan: (seething in desperation) You don't listen too practiced, do ya, asshole?

Callahan: I'thousand Callahan.

Swain: My friends call me Alice, merely I'll have a cartel.

Callahan: Well, Alice, when was the terminal fourth dimension y'all were busted?

Young Man: If you're vice, I'll impale myself.

Callahan: Well, do it at home!

Gonzalez: [virtually quitting the forcefulness] I've been doing a lot of thinking near information technology. I accept a teaching credential and I figure, what for, you lot know?

[interruption]

Gonzalez's married woman: I thought I could take information technology ... Whatever it takes to exist a cop's married woman, I'm simply not sure I'one thousand making it. He really tries and these bastards, you know, Pig this, Pig that. Ah, just perhaps it's when I watch him walk out that door at night, and I think, what if this is the last time I ever see him again ... doesn't it drive your wife crazy?

Callahan: Nope.

Gonzalez's married woman: You hateful she got used to it.

Callahan: No, she never did actually.

Gonzalez's wife: Well, what then?

Callahan: She's dead.

Gonzalez'south wife: Oh, please forgive me.

Callahan: She was driving home late ane night and a drunk crossed the eye line. At that place was no reason for information technology, really.

Gonzalez'southward married woman: I'one thousand so pitiful.

Callahan: That's o.thou. Await, I want you to tell Chico that I understand, you know, him quitting. I-I recall he's right. This is no life for you two.

Gonzalez's married woman: Why practice y'all stay in it then?

Callahan: I don't know, I really don't.

De Georgio: Illegal entry, no warrant.

Callahan: Looks like nosotros climb.

De Georgio: Uh-uh. Too much linguine. I'll find some other way.

De Georgio: You need any aid?

Callahan: Go on out and go some air, fatso.

De Georgio: You're the boss.

Scorpio: (bleeding through his leg from a bullet wound) Please no more, I'm hurt, tin can't you see I'm hurt? Yous shot me, please don't, don't! Let me accept a doctor ... Please requite me the doc, don't kill me!

Callahan: The girl, where is she?

Scorpio: Y'all tried to kill me!

Callahan: If I tried that, your head'd exist splattered all over this field. Now where'south the girl?

Scorpio: I want a lawyer!

Callahan: I said, where'south 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.......(now whimpers in pain every bit Harry steps on his injury, causing still more than suffering)

District Attorney: I've just been looking over your arrest study. A very unusual piece of constabulary work. Really amazing.

Callahan: Yeah, well I had some luck.

District Chaser: Yous're lucky I'thousand not indicting you lot for assault with intent to commit murder.

Callahan: What?!

District Attorney: Where the hell does it 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 bell? Miranda? I mean, yous must have heard of the 4th Amendment. What I'm maxim is, that man had rights.

Callahan: Well, I'm all "broken upward" nearly that man'south rights.

District Attorney: You should be. I've got news for you, Callahan. As soon every bit he'south well enough to leave the infirmary, he walks.

Callahan: What are you talking about?

Commune Attorney: He's costless.

Callahan: You hateful y'all're letting him go?

Commune Chaser: We take to, we can't try him.

Callahan: And why is that?

Commune Attorney: Because I'm non wasting a half a million dollars of the taxpayer's money on a trial we tin't possibly win. The problem is, we don't accept any prove.

Callahan: Evidence? What the hell practise you call that? [He gestures toward Scorpio's weapon]

District Attorney: I telephone call it zippo, zilch.

Callahan: Are you trying to tell me that Ballistics tin can't friction match the bullet up to this burglarize?

Commune Chaser: It does non thing what Ballistics can do. This rifle might make a nice souvenir. Simply it'southward inadmissible as evidence.

Callahan: And who says that?

District Chaser: It'southward the law.

Callahan: Well then, the law is crazy!

District Attorney: This is Judge Bannerman of the appellate court. He also holds classes in Ramble Law in Berkeley. I've asked him for an stance — your Honor?

Judge Bannerman: Well, in my opinion, the search of the suspect's quarters was illegal. Evidence obtained thereby, such every bit that hunting rifle, for case, is inadmissible in courtroom. You lot should have gotten a search warrant. I'm sorry, only information technology's that simple.

Callahan: Search warrant!? In that location was a girl dying.

Commune Attorney: She was in fact expressionless co-ordinate to the medical report.

Callahan: Only I didn't know that.

Judge: The court would have to recognize the police officeholder's legitimate concern for the girl's life, but there is no way they tin possibly condone police torture. All prove apropos the daughter — the suspect's confession, all physical evidence — would have to be excluded.

Callahan: (sighs) There must be something you can become him on.

Judge: Without the evidence of the gun and the girl, (half chuckles) I couldn't convict him of spitting on the sidewalk. No, the doubtable's rights were violated, under the Quaternary and Fifth and probably the Sixth and Fourteenth Amendments.

Callahan: And Anne Marie Deacon, what about her rights? I hateful, she'due south raped and left in a hole to die. Who speaks for her?

District Attorney: The District Attorney's office, if you'll permit us. I've got a wife and three kids. I don't want him on the streets whatever more than than you 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'southward gonna stub his toe then I'll be right at that place.

District Chaser: This office won't stand for any harassment.

Callahan: You know, you're crazy if you think yous've heard the terminal of this guy. He's gonna kill again.

District Attorney: How do you lot know?

Callahan: 'Cause he likes information technology.

Primary: Have you been following that human being?

Callahan: Yeah, I've been following him on my own time. And anybody tin can tell I didn't practice that to him.

Primary: How?

Callahan: Crusade he looks too damn good, that's how!

Mayor: (on phone) The jet must be fueled and set to become in a half an hour. Skeleton crew, they must be volunteers. Tell them the homo 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 take double-crossed me for the last time. I'g warning you lot to have my $200,000 in a jet airplane ready and waiting. I will telephone call Mayor'south office at one 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" (pauses) Well, you better have somebody standing by — information technology could be a false warning but don't count on it.

Scorpio: It's very unproblematic. I've got the kids and you starting time screwing effectually, the kids start dying. Is the plane ready?

Mayor: The jet is being fueled and fix to go at the airport. The money will exist at that place by the fourth dimension you get there.

Scorpio: All right, at present listen and listen very carefully. I'k going to be driving along dainty and piece of cake, just me and a motorcoach load of kids. I'chiliad going to plow off on the Sir Francis Drake Blvd. on my style to the Santa Rosa Airport. I don't want to encounter whatsoever law cars, helicopters, whatever. At present if you got the guts to play this game by the rules, the kids volition have a overnice little plane ride.

Mayor: Well, where are y'all going?

Scorpio: I'll tell the pilot when I become on the airplane. No alerts, nothin'.

Mayor: I guarantee y'all you will not be molested in any way. I give y'all my give-and-take of honor on it.

Principal: Callahan? — you willing to have the coin to him?

Callahan: When are you lot people gonna stop messing effectually with this guy. He's gotta be stopped now.

Mayor: He's got a bus load of kids and I tin't take that hazard. I gave my discussion of honor on information technology, and he will not exist molested — and that's a direct society, Callahan!

Callahan: Well, you can just become yourself another delivery boy.

Scorpio: [singing] Row, row, row your boat/gently down the stream/merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily ...

Bus Kid: Where are we going?

Scorpio: What? What did y'all say?

Bus Child: Where are we going?

Scorpio: Nosotros're going to the ice-cream manufacturing plant and run into how ice-cream's made. At present anybody who doesn't wanna go can get off correct hither.

Coach Child: I wanna go home to my mommy.

Scorpio: [slaps the child] Stupid kid! Come on sing everyone! Sing or I'll get dwelling house and kill all your mommies, sing, sing!

[The Scorpio Killer holds an innocent kid hostage at the edge of a cliff]

Scorpio: Drop the gun, creep!

[Callahan approaches Scorpio as 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 driblet his gun, but to burn it at Scorpio, who lets the child 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 fire half dozen shots or but five?" Now, to tell you the truth, I've forgotten myself in all this excitement. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world and it will blow your head make clean off, yous've gotta ask yourself a question: 'Do I experience lucky?

[Scorpio attempts to stand up and grab his gun]

Callahan: Well, do ya, punk?

[Scorpio laughs maniacally and retrieves his gun in an attempt to shoot Callahan, just to be shot in the head and killed]

Misattributed [edit]

Go alee, brand my solar day.
- The line "Go ahead, make my day" isn't uttered by Harry at whatsoever point in the film. He instead first uttered it in 1983'south Sudden Touch.
Exercise you lot feel lucky, punk?
- The line really said in the picture show is, "Y'all've got to enquire yourself one question: 'Practice I feel lucky?' Well, do you lot, punk?"

Taglines [edit]

Y'all don't assign him to murder cases - yous just turn him loose.
Detective Harry Callahan. He doesn't break murder cases - he smashes them.
Dirty Harry and the homicidal maniac. Harry'southward the one with the bluecoat.
Practise yous feel lucky, punk?
With his .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, Dirty Harry wipes out offense to hell.
Clint Eastwood is "Dirty Harry". And male child, 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 Main
John Mitchum — Insp. Frank DiGiorgio
Ruth Kobart — Charabanc Commuter
Woodrow Parfrey — Mr. Jaffe
Josef Sommer — Dist. Atty. William T. Rothko
William Paterson — Judge Bannerman
Curtis Mayfield — Thug who beats Scorpio (uncredited)

Run into also [edit]

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

External links [edit]

Dirty Harry quotes at the Cyberspace Motion picture Database
Dingy Harry at Rotten Tomatoes
Dirty Harry at Filmsite.org
A guide to filming locations seen in Muddied Harry

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