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Sociology? Oh, you'll go far — that's if y'all alive ... Only don't let your college degree go you killed 'cause I'm liable to get killed forth with ya.

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

I know what you're thinking. "Did he fire six shots or only v?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. Merely being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would accident your head clean off, you've got to enquire yourself one question: "Do I experience lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?

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

Directed past 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 only turn him loose.^[taglines]

Harry Callahan [edit]

• You gotta be kidding. I don't got any time to break in whatsoever newcomers. Why don't you do this boy a favor ... if I demand a partner, I'll get me someone who knows what the hell he's doin'.
• [to Gonzalez] Sociology? Oh, you'll go far — that'southward if you live ... Only don't let your college caste become you killed 'cause I'm liable to get killed along with ya.
• Now you know why they call me "Muddy Harry". I get every dirty 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 Principal] wants my bluecoat, well, he can have that too.

Chico Gonzalez [edit]

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

Scorpio Killer [edit]

• [in notation to the mayor] To the City of San Francisco, I volition relish killing one person every day until y'all pay me one hundred chiliad dollars ($100,000). If you concord say and so tomorrow morn in Personal Cavalcade San Francisco Chronicle and I will set up upwardly coming together. If I do non hear from you it will be my adjacent pleasure to kill a Catholic priest or a nigger. Scorpio
• [in a letter] The double-crossing San Francisco police made me do this. Now bribe $200,000 in used 10s and 20s. One man with yellow bag, south side, Marina Greenish, Eastward Harbor, 9 p.grand., she has oxygen until 3 a.yard. tomorrow morning time, blood-red panties and bra, nice tits, mole on left thigh. Anything cute and you'll forcefulness me to allow girl dice of slow suffocation. Scorpio
• [to Callahan, on the phone] If I even think you're being followed, the daughter dies. If y'all talk to anyone, I don't care if information technology's a Pekinese pissing against a lamppost, the daughter dies ... No car. I requite you a certain amount of time to go from phone berth to phone berth. I ring four times. You don't answer by the 4th ring, I hang upwards and that's the end of the game. The girl dies ... Cop! ... I hope you're not stupid.
• [to Callahan] Left paw. Let'southward encounter the gun.[Harry pulls out his .44 Magnum] My! That'southward a big 1.
• [to Callahan] No, don't pass out on me now cop! No, no, no, no, no, not yet, non yet, don't pass out on me even so you rotten oinker! Practise we understand each other? I said do we understand each other? (Harry nods) Okay, now listen upwardly cop, I changed my mind. I'm going to let her die, I just wanted you to know that. You hear me? I but wanted yous 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 now 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 go, cops follow me — and just look at me.
• [to a school bus commuter] Hear me, you old hag, I'chiliad telling you lot to drive or I'll decorate this bus with your brains.
• [in a notation] To the City of San Francisco — You have double-crossed me for the last fourth dimension. I'chiliad warning you lot to have my $200,000 dollars and a jet plane set and waiting. I will call the Mayor's Office at one o'clock and tell you about the hostages who I will be happy to kill if you lot don't do exactly what I say. Scorpio.
• [concluding 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 City of San Francisco does non pay criminals not to commit crimes. Instead, we pay a police force department.
• Lt. Al Bressler: Only get where you're told, do what you lot're told, play it directly downwardly the line ... Nada cute, cypher fancy. Just pay the ransom money and report back here.

Dialogue [edit]

Mayor: All right, allow's accept it.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Accept what?

Mayor: Your report. What take you been doing?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Oh, well for the past iii quarters of an hour, I accept been sitting on my ass 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 downwards Inspector Callahan? ... There'southward a madman loose, I've asked you what's being done, off-white 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 — we've arranged for rooftop surveillance and helicopter patrols especially around the Cosmic churches and schools and in the black areas.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Ballistics is checking on the slug. We're pretty sure it'southward a .30-06, seven lands and grooves, right-hand twist ...

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

Mayor: Why?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Natives of Scorpio.

Mayor: Thanks Inspector. Have any of yous mentioned this note to anyone? How virtually y'all? (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 concur to pay, but nosotros'll tell him we need time to get the money together.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Await a minute. Do I go this right? You're gonna play this creep's game?

Mayor: It'll get usa more breathing infinite.

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

Main: No, none of that. Yous'd cease upward with a real claret-bath.

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

Lt. Al Bressler: Thank y'all Mr. Mayor. Come on Callahan, permit's get.

Mayor: (calls out) Callahan.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Sir?

Mayor: I don't want any more trouble similar you had last year in the Fillmore Commune. Understand? That'south my policy.

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

Mayor: Intent? How did you lot establish that?

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

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

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[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 difference does that make?

Jaffe: Not much.

[long pause]

Insp. Harry Callahan: Say Jaffe, is that tan Ford withal 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 can I tell?

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

Jaffe: Oh my God, that'southward awful! Expect at all that pollution.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Yeah. Exercise me a favor. [gives him slip of paper] Phone call this telephone number.

Jaffe: Police department?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Yes. Tell them Inspector Callahan thinks at that place'south a ii-11 in progress at the depository financial institution. Exist certain and tell them that'south in progress.

Jaffe: In progress. Yes sir.

[goes to telephone and starts dialing]

Insp. Harry Callahan: Now, if they'll merely wait for the cavalry to make it. [immediately, an warning bell goes off and a gunshot is heard] Ah, shit!

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[After shooting several of the banking concern-robbers and stopping their getaway car by shooting the commuter, Inspector Callahan approaches the forepart steps of the bank. The banking company robber that Callahan shot offset, wounding him and forcing him to drop his shotgun, now makes an effort to call back it. He pauses equally he sees Callahan approach, aiming his revolver.]

Callahan: I know what yous're thinking: "Did he fire six shots or but five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost rail myself. Simply being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the globe, and would accident your head clean off, y'all've got to enquire yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, practise you lot, punk?

[The thief gives up trying to retrieve his shotgun; Callahan picks it upwards 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, simply the gun just clicks on an empty chamber, and he grins, laughs, and walks away.]

Thief: Son of a bitch...

• Note: bolded portion is ranked #51 in the American Film Found's list of the summit 100 movie quotations in American cinema.

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Doc: Sure, Harry. Nosotros tin 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.

Md: Information technology'll hurt.

Callahan: For $29.l, permit it hurt. You can turn your back if y'all're embarrassed ...

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

De Georgio: That's one thing about our Harry, he doesn't play whatsoever favorites. Harry hates everybody. Limeys, Micks, Hebes, Niggers, Honkies, Fat Dagos, Chinks, you name it.

Gonzales: How does he feel about Mexicans?

De Georgio: Inquire him.

Callahan:(says with a flash) Particularly Spics.

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

Gonzales: I know what you mean.

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Pedestrian: Hey, fruitcake, what practice you think y'all're doing?

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

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Thug 1: What's in the bag, human?

Callahan: Yous dudes become lost now, ya hear?

Thug ii: Screw the bag.

Thug 3: Yeah, simply requite u.s.a. the wallet at present.

(Harry clubs the third thug with the bag, then kicks their pal in the face, then pulls his gun on the outset thug)

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

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Callahan: I'one thousand Callahan.

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

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

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

Callahan: Well, do it at dwelling!

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Gonzalez: [about quitting the force] I've been doing a lot of thinking well-nigh it. I take a teaching credential and I figure, what for, you know?

[pause]

Gonzalez's married woman: I thought I could take information technology ... Whatever information technology takes to exist a cop'south wife, I'm just not sure I'1000 making it. He really tries and these bastards, yous know, Pig this, Pig 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 actually.

Gonzalez'due south married woman: Well, what so?

Callahan: She's dead.

Gonzalez'south wife: Oh, please forgive me.

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

Gonzalez's wife: I'thou so sorry.

Callahan: That'southward o.k. Await, I want y'all to tell Chico that I understand, yous know, him quitting. I-I retrieve he's right. This is no life for you 2.

Gonzalez's wife: Why exercise you lot stay in it then?

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

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De Georgio: Illegal entry, no warrant.

Callahan: Looks like nosotros climb.

De Georgio: Uh-uh. Besides much linguine. I'll find another way.

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De Georgio: Yous need any help?

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

De Georgio: You're the boss.

Scorpio: (haemorrhage through his leg from a bullet wound) Please no more, I'g hurt, can't you see I'chiliad hurt? You shot me, please don't, don't! Permit me have a md ... Please give me the doctor, don't kill me!

Callahan: The daughter, where is she?

Scorpio: Y'all tried to kill me!

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

Scorpio: I want a lawyer!

Callahan: I said, where'south the daughter?

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 however more suffering)

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District Attorney: I've just been looking over your arrest report. A very unusual piece of police piece of work. Actually amazing.

Callahan: Yeah, well I had some luck.

District Chaser: You're lucky I'thou not indicting you 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 you lot been? Does Escobedo ring a bong? Miranda? I mean, you lot must have heard of the 4th Amendment. What I'yard saying is, that man had rights.

Callahan: Well, I'm all "cleaved upwards" nearly that man's rights.

Commune Chaser: You should exist. I've got news for y'all, Callahan. Equally soon equally he'due south well plenty to leave the infirmary, he walks.

Callahan: What are you talking near?

District Attorney: He's free.

Callahan: You mean yous're letting him get?

District Attorney: Nosotros have to, nosotros tin can't try him.

Callahan: And why is that?

District Attorney: Because I'm not wasting a half a million dollars of the taxpayer'southward money on a trial we can't possibly win. The problem is, we don't take any prove.

Callahan: Evidence? What the hell do y'all call that? [He gestures toward Scorpio's weapon]

District Attorney: I call it nothing, nix.

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

District Attorney: It does not matter what Ballistics can practice. This burglarize might make a prissy gift. But it'south inadmissible as evidence.

Callahan: And who says that?

District Attorney: Information technology's the law.

Callahan: Well so, the law is crazy!

Commune Chaser: This is Estimate Bannerman of the appellate court. He likewise 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 equally that hunting rifle, for instance, is inadmissible in court. You should have gotten a search warrant. I'chiliad sorry, but it's that simple.

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

Commune Attorney: She was in fact expressionless according to the medical study.

Callahan: But I didn't know that.

Judge: The courtroom would have to recognize the police officer's legitimate business organisation for the daughter's life, but at that place is no way they tin can possibly condone police torture. All testify apropos the girl — the suspect's confession, all physical bear witness — would take to be excluded.

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

Judge: Without the evidence of the gun and the daughter, (half chuckles) I couldn't convict him of spitting on the sidewalk. No, the suspect'south rights were violated, under the Quaternary and 5th and probably the 6th and Fourteenth Amendments.

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

District Attorney: The District Attorney's office, if yous'll let us. I've got a married woman and three kids. I don't want him on the streets any more than you lot exercise.

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

District Attorney: What is that supposed to mean?

Callahan: I mean sooner or later he's gonna stub his toe and so I'll exist right there.

District Attorney: This office won't stand for whatsoever harassment.

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

District Attorney: How do you know?

Callahan: 'Cause he likes it.

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Chief: Take you been following that man?

Callahan: Yep, I've been following him on my ain time. And everyone can tell I didn't practise that to him.

Main: How?

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

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Mayor: (on phone) The jet must be fueled and ready to go in a half an hr. Skeleton crew, they must be volunteers. Tell them the human being is dangerous. Well, here, I'll read you this notation which was delivered at viii o'clock this morning: "To the Urban center of San Francisco. You have double-crossed me for the last time. I'chiliad warning you to take my $200,000 in a jet airplane ready and waiting. I will call Mayor's 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 ameliorate accept somebody standing by — it could be a faux alarm but don't count on it.

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Scorpio: It's very simple. I've got the kids and you start screwing around, the kids get-go dying. Is the airplane ready?

Mayor: The jet is being fueled and set to go at the airport. The money will be there by the time you become at that place.

Scorpio: All correct, at present listen and listen very carefully. I'm going to be driving along nice and piece of cake, just me and a bus load of kids. I'grand 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, whatsoever. Now if you lot 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 get on the plane. No alerts, nothin'.

Mayor: I guarantee you you volition non be molested in any style. I requite you my word of honour on it.

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

Callahan: When are you people gonna finish messing around with this guy. He'due south gotta be stopped now.

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

Callahan: Well, you tin just go yourself some other commitment boy.

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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 you say?

Bus Kid: Where are nosotros going?

Scorpio: Nosotros're going to the water ice-cream factory and encounter how ice-cream's made. Now anybody who doesn't wanna go can become off right here.

Bus Kid: I wanna go dwelling house to my mommy.

Scorpio: [slaps the child] Stupid child! Come up on sing anybody! Sing or I'll go home and kill all your mommies, sing, sing!

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[The Scorpio Killer holds an innocent kid hostage at the edge 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 manus]

Scorpio: Drop the fucking gun!

[Callahan pretends to driblet his gun, only to fire it at Scorpio, who lets the kid go. Callahan so approaches the wounded Scorpio and points the gun at Scorpio, who is about to retrieve his]

Callahan: I know what you lot're thinking, punk. You're thinking "Did he fire six shots or only v?" Now, to tell yous the truth, I've forgotten myself in all this excitement. Simply being this is a .44 Magnum, the nigh powerful handgun in the globe and it volition blow your caput clean off, you've gotta inquire 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 endeavor to shoot Callahan, merely to be shot in the head and killed]

Misattributed [edit]

• Become ahead, make my day.
  • The line "Get alee, make my day" isn't uttered by Harry at any point in the motion-picture show. He instead get-go uttered it in 1983's Sudden Impact.
• Practise you feel lucky, punk?
  • The line actually said in the picture is, "Y'all've got to ask yourself i question: 'Do I experience lucky?' Well, practice you, punk?"

Taglines [edit]

• You don't assign him to murder cases - you only turn 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 feel lucky, punk?
• With his .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, Muddied Harry wipes out crime to hell.
• Clint Eastwood is "Dingy Harry". And boy, does he get all the dingy 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 also [edit]

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

External links [edit]

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

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