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Folklore? Oh, you'll get far — that'due south if you live ... Only don't permit your college degree go you killed 'cause I'm liable to get killed along with ya.

When a naked man is chasing a woman through an alley with a butcher pocketknife and a difficult-on, I effigy he isn't out collecting for the Cerise Cantankerous.

I know what yous're thinking. "Did he fire half-dozen shots or but 5?" Well, to tell you lot the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. Merely existence as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would accident your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: "Do I experience lucky?" Well, practise ya, punk?

Dirty Harry is a 1971 movie about a San Francisco cop with fiddling regard for rules, but who always gets results, tracking downward a series killer who snipes at random victims.

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

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

Harry Callahan [edit]

You gotta be kidding. I don't got any time to intermission in whatsoever newcomers. Why don't you do this boy a favor ... if I need a partner, I'll go me someone who knows what the hell he's doin'.
[to Gonzalez] Folklore? Oh, you'll go far — that'southward if you live ... Just don't let your college degree get you killed 'crusade I'm liable to get killed along with ya.
At present you lot know why they call me "Muddy Harry". I get every muddy job that comes along.
Gonzalez was obeying orders from his superior, me ... he didn't know anything virtually it. And when this mess is over, if he [the Chief] wants my badge, well, he tin can have that too.

Chico Gonzalez [edit]

No wonder they call him Dirty Harry. Ever go the shit-terminate of the stick.

Scorpio Killer [edit]

[in annotation to the mayor] To the City of San Francisco, I will enjoy killing one person every twenty-four hours until yous pay me ane hundred g dollars ($100,000). If you agree say so tomorrow forenoon in Personal Column San Francisco Chronicle and I volition set meeting. If I practice not hear from you it will exist my next pleasure to kill a Catholic priest or a nigger. Scorpio
[in a letter] The double-crossing San Francisco police made me do this. Now ransom $200,000 in used 10s and 20s. One human with yellow bag, south side, Marina Green, E Harbor, ix p.m., she has oxygen until iii a.1000. tomorrow morn, cherry-red panties and bra, nice tits, mole on left thigh. Annihilation cute and you'll force me to let daughter die of slow suffocation. Scorpio
[to Callahan, on the phone] If I even recall y'all're existence followed, the girl dies. If y'all talk to anyone, I don't care if it's a Pekinese pissing confronting a lamppost, the girl dies ... No auto. I give you a certain amount of fourth dimension to get from telephone booth to telephone booth. I ring four times. You don't reply by the 4th ring, I hang up and that'due south the end of the game. The girl dies ... Cop! ... I promise you're not stupid.
[to Callahan] Left manus. Let's see the gun.[Harry pulls out his .44 Magnum] My! That's a big one.
[to Callahan] No, don't pass out on me now cop! No, no, no, no, no, not yet, non withal, don't laissez passer out on me yet yous rotten oinker! Practice we empathise each other? I said do we empathize each other? (Harry nods) Okay, now listen up cop, I changed my mind. I'm going to permit her die, I just wanted you to know that. You hear me? I just wanted you to know that before I killed you![laughs crazily] Goodbye, Callahan!
[in the infirmary, 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 wait at me. I'1000 supposed to be innocent until proven guilty and just look at what they did to me. Everywhere I get, cops follow me — and simply look at me.
[to a school bus driver] Hear me, you one-time hag, I'thousand telling you to drive or I'll decorate this bus with your brains.
[in a notation] To the Metropolis of San Francisco — You have double-crossed me for the last fourth dimension. I'm alert you to have my $200,000 dollars and a jet airplane fix and waiting. I will phone call the Mayor's Office at one o'clock and tell you about the hostages who I will exist happy to kill if you don't do exactly what I say. Scorpio.
[final word to Callahan as he threatens to kill a young boy fishing] Drop the gun, creep! I'll blow his brains out! [chuckles evilly] Drop the fucking gun!

Others [edit]

Mayor: The Urban center of San Francisco does not pay criminals not to commit crimes. Instead, nosotros pay a police department.
Lt. Al Bressler: Merely go where y'all're told, do what you're told, play it straight downwards the line ... Cypher cute, nothing fancy. Just pay the ransom coin and report dorsum hither.

Dialogue [edit]

Mayor: All right, let's take it.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Have what?

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

Insp. Harry Callahan: Oh, well for the past three quarters of an hour, 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 you sit down down Inspector Callahan? ... There'due south a madman loose, I've asked you what's beingness done, off-white enough?

Insp. Harry Callahan: We'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 bundled 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 sure information technology's a .30-06, seven lands and grooves, right-manus twist ...

Lt. Al Bressler: Sir — nosotros're running a computer check on everybody in the files whose altogether falls between October 23rd and November 21st.

Mayor: Why?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Natives of Scorpio.

Mayor: Give thanks you Inspector. Take whatever of you mentioned this note 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. Requite the message to the Chronicle. We'll agree to pay, simply nosotros'll tell him we need time to go the money together.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Wait a infinitesimal. Do I get this correct? You lot're gonna play this creep's game?

Mayor: Information technology'll get the states more breathing space.

Insp. Harry Callahan: It also might get somebody killed. Why don't y'all permit me see with the son-of-a-bitch?

Chief: No, none of that. You'd end up with a real blood-bathroom.

Mayor: I agree with the Chief. We'll do it this way, all correct?

Lt. Al Bressler: Give thanks you Mr. Mayor. Come on Callahan, let's go.

Mayor: (calls out) Callahan.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Sir?

Mayor: I don't want whatsoever more trouble like yous had last year in the Fillmore District. Understand? That's my policy.

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

Mayor: Intent? How did yous establish 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 Ruby-red Cantankerous.

Mayor: [after Callahan has left] I think he's got a bespeak.

[Harry visits his favorite diner]

Insp. Harry Callahan: Hey at that place, 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 notwithstanding parked across in front of the bank?

Jaffe: Tan Ford ... Mmm mmm aye. Tan Ford.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Engine running?

Jaffe: I don't know. How tin can I tell?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Exhaust fumes coming out of the tailpipe.

Jaffe: Oh my God, that'south awful! Wait at all that pollution.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Aye. Exercise me a favor. [gives him slip of paper] Call this telephone number.

Jaffe: Police section?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Yep. Tell them Inspector Callahan thinks at that place'due south a 2-11 in progress at the bank. Be sure and tell them that'southward in progress.

Jaffe: In progress. Yeah sir.

[goes to phone and starts dialing]

Insp. Harry Callahan: At present, if they'll only wait for the cavalry to arrive. [immediately, an alarm bell goes off and a gunshot is heard] Ah, shit!

[Afterward shooting several of the bank-robbers and stopping their getaway machine past 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 effort to call back it. He pauses as he sees Callahan approach, aiming his revolver.]

Callahan: I know what you're thinking: "Did he burn six shots or only five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost track myself. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the about powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your caput clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Exercise I experience lucky?' Well, practise you, punk?

[The thief gives up trying to retrieve his shotgun; Callahan picks it upwards and starts to walk abroad, 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 bedchamber, and he grins, laughs, and walks away.]

Thief: Son of a bowwow...

Note: bolded portion is ranked #51 in the American Film Institute's list of the top 100 motion-picture show quotations in American cinema.

Doctor: Certain, Harry. Nosotros can save the leg. [takes out some scissors]

Callahan: What are y'all going to do with those?

Doc: Going to cut your pants off.

Callahan: No. I'll take them off.

Doctor: It'll hurt.

Callahan: For $29.50, allow it hurt. Yous can plow your dorsum if you're embarrassed ...

Gonzales: Why practise they call ya "Dirty Harry"?

De Georgio: That'south i thing 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 experience nearly Mexicans?

De Georgio: Enquire him.

Callahan:(says with a wink) Particularly Spics.

Callahan: These loonies. They ought to throw a net over the whole bunch of 'em.

Gonzales: I know what yous mean.

Pedestrian: Hey, fruitcake, what do you think you're doing?

Callahan: Go the hell out of the manner, hammerhead.

Thug i: What'due south in the handbag, human?

Callahan: Yous dudes get lost now, ya hear?

Thug 2: Screw the bag.

Thug 3: Yes, only give united states the wallet now.

(Harry clubs the third thug with the pocketbook, then kicks their pal in the confront, then pulls his gun on the start thug)

Callahan: (seething in desperation) You don't heed likewise good, do ya, asshole?

Callahan: I'm Callahan.

Young Man: My friends call me Alice, simply I'll take a dare.

Callahan: Well, Alice, when was the last time you were busted?

Young Man: If yous're vice, I'll kill myself.

Callahan: Well, do information technology at dwelling!

Gonzalez: [most quitting the strength] I've been doing a lot of thinking nigh it. I accept a teaching credential and I figure, what for, you know?

[intermission]

Gonzalez'southward wife: I idea I could take information technology ... Whatsoever it takes to exist a cop'due south married woman, I'g merely non sure I'm making information technology. He really tries and these bastards, yous know, Pig this, Sus scrofa that. Ah, merely peradventure it'southward when I watch him walk out that door at night, and I remember, what if this is the last time I ever run across him again ... doesn't information technology bulldoze your wife crazy?

Callahan: Nope.

Gonzalez'southward married woman: You mean she got used to it.

Callahan: No, she never did really.

Gonzalez'south wife: Well, what so?

Callahan: She's dead.

Gonzalez's wife: Oh, please forgive me.

Callahan: She was driving abode late one night and a drunk crossed the center line. At that place was no reason for it, actually.

Gonzalez'south wife: I'chiliad so sorry.

Callahan: That's o.yard. Look, I desire you lot to tell Chico that I understand, you know, him quitting. I-I remember he's right. This is no life for you 2.

Gonzalez'southward married woman: Why practice you stay in information technology 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. Also much linguine. I'll discover another style.

De Georgio: You lot need whatever aid?

Callahan: Get on out and get some air, fatso.

De Georgio: Y'all're the dominate.

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

Callahan: The girl, where is she?

Scorpio: You tried to impale me!

Callahan: If I tried that, your head'd be splattered all over this field. At present where'southward the daughter?

Scorpio: I want a lawyer!

Callahan: I said, where's the girl?

Scorpio: I have the correct for a lawyer.

Callahan: Where's the girl?

Scorpio: I have the right for a lawyer, don't shoot me, I have rights, want a lawyer.......(now whimpers in hurting every bit Harry steps on his injury, causing even so more suffering)

District Attorney: 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.

District Attorney: Y'all're lucky I'k not indicting you for assail with intent to commit murder.

Callahan: What?!

District Attorney: Where the hell does it say yous've got a right to kick down doors, torture suspects, deny medical attention and legal counsel. Where accept you been? Does Escobedo ring a bell? Miranda? I mean, you must accept heard of the Fourth Amendment. What I'k saying is, that man had rights.

Callahan: Well, I'm all "broken up" nigh that human being's rights.

District Attorney: You should be. I've got news for y'all, Callahan. As presently as he'southward well enough to leave the infirmary, he walks.

Callahan: What are you talking about?

District Chaser: He's free.

Callahan: You mean you're letting him get?

District Attorney: We have to, we tin't endeavour him.

Callahan: And why is that?

District Chaser: Because I'm not wasting a one-half a million dollars of the taxpayer'due south money on a trial we can't possibly win. The problem is, we don't have any evidence.

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

Commune Attorney: I telephone call information technology cipher, zippo.

Callahan: Are yous trying to tell me that Ballistics can't match the bullet upwardly to this burglarize?

District Chaser: It does not matter what Ballistics can exercise. This rifle might make a nice souvenir. Just it'south inadmissible as evidence.

Callahan: And who says that?

District Attorney: It's the police.

Callahan: Well so, the police is crazy!

District Attorney: This is Judge Bannerman of the appellate court. He likewise holds classes in Constitutional Law in Berkeley. I've asked him for an opinion — your Award?

Judge Bannerman: Well, in my opinion, the search of the doubtable'due south quarters was illegal. Evidence obtained thereby, such as that hunting rifle, for instance, is inadmissible in court. You should take gotten a search warrant. I'm sorry, but information technology'south that elementary.

Callahan: Search warrant!? At that place was a girl dying.

District Chaser: She was in fact dead according to the medical report.

Callahan: Merely I didn't know that.

Judge: The court would take to recognize the police officer's legitimate concern for the girl's life, just there is no way they can possibly disregard police torture. All evidence apropos the girl — the suspect's confession, all physical evidence — would accept to be excluded.

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

Judge: Without the evidence of the gun and the daughter, (one-half chuckles) I couldn't convict him of spitting on the sidewalk. No, the suspect's rights were violated, under the 4th and Fifth and probably the 6th and Fourteenth Amendments.

Callahan: And Anne Marie Deacon, what virtually her rights? I hateful, she's raped and left in a pigsty to die. Who speaks for her?

District Chaser: The District Attorney's office, if you'll allow us. I've got a wife and iii kids. I don't want him on the streets any more than you do.

Callahan: Well, he won't exist out there long.

District Attorney: What is that supposed to mean?

Callahan: I mean sooner or subsequently he's gonna stub his toe so I'll be right there.

District Attorney: This function won't represent any harassment.

Callahan: You lot know, yous're crazy if you call up you've heard the last of this guy. He's gonna kill again.

District Attorney: How do you lot know?

Callahan: 'Cause he likes information technology.

Principal: Have you been following that man?

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

Main: How?

Callahan: Crusade he looks also damn good, that'southward how!

Mayor: (on phone) The jet must be fueled and ready to go in a one-half an hr. Skeleton crew, they must be volunteers. Tell them the man is dangerous. Well, here, I'll read you this note which was delivered at eight o'clock this morning: "To the City of San Francisco. You have double-crossed me for the final time. I'chiliad alarm you to take my $200,000 in a jet airplane prepare and waiting. I volition call Mayor'south office at i o'clock and tell you near the hostages who I will be happy to kill if you don't exercise exactly what I say, Scorpio" (pauses) Well, you lot ameliorate have somebody standing by — it could be a false alarm just don't count on it.

Scorpio: It's very uncomplicated. I've got the kids and you showtime screwing around, the kids offset dying. Is the plane ready?

Mayor: The jet is being fueled and ready to go at the airport. The coin will be there by the time you get there.

Scorpio: All right, at present listen and mind very carefully. I'k going to exist driving along nice and easy, just me and a jitney load of kids. I'grand going to plow off on the Sir Francis Drake Blvd. on my way to the Santa Rosa Drome. I don't want to see any police cars, helicopters, whatsoever. At present if you got the guts to play this game by the rules, the kids will have a prissy little aeroplane ride.

Mayor: Well, where are you going?

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

Mayor: I guarantee you you will not be molested in any mode. I requite you lot my discussion of honor on it.

Main: Callahan? — you willing to take the money to him?

Callahan: When are you people gonna cease messing around with this guy. He'southward gotta be stopped now.

Mayor: He'south got a bus load of kids and I can't accept that hazard. I gave my word of honor on it, and he will not be molested — and that's a direct society, Callahan!

Callahan: Well, y'all can just get yourself another commitment boy.

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

Omnibus Kid: Where are we going?

Scorpio: What? What did you say?

Bus Kid: Where are we going?

Scorpio: We're going to the ice-foam factory and see how ice-cream'south made. At present anybody who doesn't wanna go can get off right here.

Bus Kid: I wanna go home to my mommy.

Scorpio: [slaps the kid] Stupid kid! Come on sing anybody! Sing or I'll get abode 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, pitter-patter!

[Callahan approaches Scorpio every bit the latter laughs manically]

Scorpio: I'll blow his brains out! [continues laughing manically]

[Callahan approaches Scorpio, .44 Magnum in hand]

Scorpio: Drop the fucking gun!

[Callahan pretends to driblet his gun, only to burn down information technology at Scorpio, who lets the kid become. Callahan and so approaches the wounded Scorpio and points the gun at Scorpio, who is near to remember his]

Callahan: I know what you're thinking, punk. You lot're thinking "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Now, to tell yous the truth, I've forgotten myself in all this excitement. Merely being this is a .44 Magnum, the almost powerful handgun in the world and it will accident your head make clean off, yous'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 try to shoot Callahan, only to be shot in the head and killed]

Misattributed [edit]

Go ahead, make my mean 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's Sudden Impact.
Do you lot feel lucky, punk?
- The line actually said in the moving-picture show is, "You've got to ask yourself i question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, practise you lot, punk?"

Taglines [edit]

You don't assign him to murder cases - you just plow 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 badge.
Do you feel lucky, punk?
With his .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the earth, Dirty Harry wipes out offense to hell.
Clint Eastwood is "Muddied Harry". And boy, does he go 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 — Judge Bannerman
Curtis Mayfield — Thug who beats Scorpio (uncredited)

See besides [edit]

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

External links [edit]

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

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