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Folklore? Oh, you'll go far — that'due south if y'all live ... Just don't let your college caste get you lot killed 'cause I'm liable to get killed forth with ya.

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

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. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the earth, and would blow your head clean off, you lot've got to ask yourself one question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?

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

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

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

Harry Callahan [edit]

  • You gotta be kidding. I don't got any time to break in any newcomers. Why don't you lot practise this boy a favor ... if I demand a partner, I'll get me someone who knows what the hell he'due south doin'.
  • [to Gonzalez] Folklore? Oh, you lot'll go far — that's if you live ... Just don't allow your college degree go yous killed 'cause I'm liable to get killed along with ya.
  • At present you know why they telephone call me "Dirty Harry". I get every dirty job that comes forth.
  • Gonzalez was obeying orders from his superior, me ... he didn't know anything well-nigh it. And when this mess is over, if he [the Chief] wants my badge, well, he can have that likewise.

Chico Gonzalez [edit]

  • No wonder they call him Dirty Harry. Always go the shit-cease of the stick.

Scorpio Killer [edit]

  • [in notation to the mayor] To the City of San Francisco, I will enjoy killing one person every day until you pay me one hundred k dollars ($100,000). If you lot agree say so tomorrow morn in Personal Column San Francisco Chronicle and I will set upwards meeting. If I practise not hear from yous it will be my next pleasance to kill a Catholic priest or a nigger. Scorpio
  • [in a letter of the alphabet] The double-crossing San Francisco police force made me do this. Now ransom $200,000 in used 10s and 20s. One homo with yellowish bag, southward side, Marina Light-green, E Harbor, 9 p.m., she has oxygen until 3 a.grand. tomorrow morning, red panties and bra, prissy tits, mole on left thigh. Annihilation beautiful and you'll forcefulness me to permit girl die of slow suffocation. Scorpio
  • [to Callahan, on the telephone] If I even remember you're being followed, the girl dies. If you talk to anyone, I don't care if information technology'due south a Pekinese pissing against a lamppost, the girl dies ... No motorcar. I give you a certain corporeality of fourth dimension to get from phone berth to phone berth. I ring four times. You don't respond by the 4th band, I hang upwards and that's the end of the game. The girl dies ... Cop! ... I hope you're not stupid.
  • [to Callahan] Left hand. Let's run into the gun.[Harry pulls out his .44 Magnum] My! That's a big 1.
  • [to Callahan] No, don't pass out on me now cop! No, no, no, no, no, non yet, not yet, don't pass out on me yet you rotten oinker! Do nosotros sympathize each other? I said practise we understand each other? (Harry nods) Okay, now listen up cop, I changed my mind. I'm going to allow her dice, I only wanted you lot to know that. You lot hear me? I just wanted you lot to know that before I killed you lot![laughs crazily] Goodbye, Callahan!
  • [in the hospital, with a dilapidated confront] They tried to frame me with the Deacon girl murder, and at present they're trying to murder me — and look at me, just look at me. I'thousand supposed to be innocent until proven guilty and just expect at what they did to me. Everywhere I get, cops follow me — and but look at me.
  • [to a school bus driver] Hear me, you old hag, I'm telling you to drive or I'll decorate this jitney with your brains.
  • [in a notation] To the City of San Francisco — Yous take double-crossed me for the concluding time. I'k alarm yous to have my $200,000 dollars and a jet airplane ready and waiting. I will call the Mayor's Role at i o'clock and tell yous about the hostages who I will be happy to impale if you don't practice exactly what I say. Scorpio.
  • [terminal discussion to Callahan as he threatens to kill a immature boy fishing] Driblet the gun, creep! I'll blow his brains out! [chuckles evilly] Drop the fucking gun!

Others [edit]

  • Mayor: The City of San Francisco does non pay criminals not to commit crimes. Instead, nosotros pay a police department.
  • Lt. Al Bressler: Just become where you're told, practice what y'all're told, play it directly downwardly the line ... Nothing cute, nothing fancy. Only pay the bribe coin and report back here.

Dialogue [edit]

Mayor: All correct, let'due south have it.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Have what?
Mayor: Your report. What accept 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'due south the Mayor you're talking to! ...
Mayor: Won't you sit down down Inspector Callahan? ... There's a madman loose, I've asked you what'southward being done, off-white enough?
Insp. Harry Callahan: We've got a dozen men checking identification files, checking on all known extortionists, roof pinnacle prowlers, burglarize nuts, peepers..
Lt. Al Bressler: Mr. Mayor — we've arranged for rooftop surveillance and helicopter patrols especially around the Catholic churches and schools and in the black areas.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Ballistics is checking on the slug. We're pretty certain it'southward a .30-06, seven lands and grooves, right-manus twist ...
Lt. Al Bressler: Sir — we're running a computer check on everybody in the files whose birthday falls between Oct 23rd and Nov 21st.
Mayor: Why?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Natives of Scorpio.
Mayor: Give thanks you lot Inspector. Take any of you mentioned this notation to anyone? How about you lot? (looking at Callahan)
Insp. Harry Callahan: Nobody.
Mayor: Your wife, sweetheart, ... press?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Nobody.
Mayor: All right. Give the message to the Relate. We'll agree to pay, only we'll tell him we need time to get the money together.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Wait a minute. Practise I get this correct? You're gonna play this pitter-patter's game?
Mayor: It'll get u.s. more breathing infinite.
Insp. Harry Callahan: It too might get somebody killed. Why don't you let me see with the son-of-a-bitch?
Chief: No, none of that. You'd end up with a existent blood-bath.
Mayor: I concord with the Master. Nosotros'll practise information technology this way, all right?
Lt. Al Bressler: Thanks Mr. Mayor. Come on Callahan, let's go.
Mayor: (calls out) Callahan.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Sir?
Mayor: I don't want any more problem like you had last yr in the Fillmore District. Understand? That's my policy.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Yeah, 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 establish that?
Insp. Harry Callahan: When a naked human being is chasing a woman through an alley with a butcher knife and a hard-on, I effigy he isn't out collecting for the Carmine Cross.
Mayor: [after Callahan has left] I retrieve he's got a point.
[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 divergence does that make?
Jaffe: Not much.
[long intermission]
Insp. Harry Callahan: Say Jaffe, is that tan Ford still parked across in front of the bank?
Jaffe: Tan Ford ... Mmm mmm yes. Tan Ford.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Engine running?
Jaffe: I don't know. How can I tell?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Exhaust fumes coming out of the tailpipe.
Jaffe: Oh my God, that'due south awful! Look at all that pollution.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Yeah. Exercise me a favor. [gives him slip of paper] Call this telephone number.
Jaffe: Law department?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Yep. Tell them Inspector Callahan thinks there's a 2-eleven in progress at the banking concern. Be sure and tell them that's in progress.
Jaffe: In progress. Yeah sir.
[goes to phone and starts dialing]
Insp. Harry Callahan: Now, if they'll just expect for the cavalry to arrive. [immediately, an alarm bell goes off and a gunshot is heard] Ah, shit!
[After shooting several of the bank-robbers and stopping their getaway motorcar by shooting the driver, Inspector Callahan approaches the front steps of the banking company. The bank robber that Callahan shot first, wounding him and forcing him to driblet his shotgun, at present makes an endeavour to retrieve it. He pauses as he sees Callahan arroyo, aiming his revolver.]
Callahan: I know what you're thinking: "Did he fire half dozen shots or just five?" Well, to tell y'all the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost track myself. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you lot've got to ask yourself ane question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, practise 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 effectually] I gots to know...
[Callahan recocks and aims his revolver and pulls the trigger, just the gun simply clicks on an empty chamber, and he grins, laughs, and walks away.]
Thief: Son of a bitch...
  • Notation: bolded portion is ranked #51 in the American Film Establish's listing of the top 100 flick quotations in American movie house.
Physician: Sure, Harry. We can save the leg. [takes out some pair of scissors]
Callahan: What are y'all going to do with those?
Doctor: Going to cut your pants off.
Callahan: No. I'll take them off.
Dr.: Information technology'll hurt.
Callahan: For $29.fifty, allow it hurt. Y'all can turn your back if you're embarrassed ...
Gonzales: Why practice they phone call ya "Dirty Harry"?
De Georgio: That'south i matter about our Harry, he doesn't play any favorites. Harry hates everybody. Limeys, Micks, Hebes, Niggers, Honkies, Fat Dagos, Chinks, you lot name it.
Gonzales: How does he feel near Mexicans?
De Georgio: Inquire 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 do yous retrieve you're doing?
Callahan: Become the hell out of the mode, hammerhead.
Thug i: What's in the bag, man?
Callahan: You dudes go lost now, ya hear?
Thug 2: Screw the purse.
Thug 3: Yeah, just give us the wallet now.
(Harry clubs the third thug with the bag, and so kicks their pal in the face, then pulls his gun on the start thug)
Callahan: (seething in desperation) You lot don't listen too proficient, do ya, asshole?
Callahan: I'm Callahan.
Fellow: My friends call me Alice, but I'll take a cartel.
Callahan: Well, Alice, when was the last time you were disrepair?
Immature Man: If you're vice, I'll impale myself.
Callahan: Well, exercise information technology at home!
Gonzalez: [well-nigh quitting the force] I've been doing a lot of thinking about it. I have a teaching credential and I effigy, what for, you know?
[pause]
Gonzalez'southward married woman: I thought I could have information technology ... Whatever it takes to be a cop's wife, I'm merely not sure I'm making it. He actually tries and these bastards, y'all know, Squealer this, Pig that. Ah, but maybe information technology's when I lookout man him walk out that door at night, and I call up, what if this is the last fourth dimension I ever encounter him again ... doesn't it drive your married woman crazy?
Callahan: Nope.
Gonzalez's married woman: You mean she got used to it.
Callahan: No, she never did really.
Gonzalez's wife: Well, what then?
Callahan: She's dead.
Gonzalez'due south wife: Oh, please forgive me.
Callahan: She was driving home late one nighttime and a drunk crossed the centre line. In that location was no reason for it, really.
Gonzalez's wife: I'yard so pitiful.
Callahan: That's o.k. Look, I desire y'all to tell Chico that I understand, you lot know, him quitting. I-I retrieve he's correct. This is no life for you ii.
Gonzalez's wife: Why do y'all stay in it then?
Callahan: I don't know, I actually don't.
De Georgio: Illegal entry, no warrant.
Callahan: Looks like we climb.
De Georgio: Uh-uh. Likewise much linguine. I'll discover another fashion.
De Georgio: You need any help?
Callahan: Go on out and get some air, fatso.
De Georgio: You lot're the boss.
Scorpio: (bleeding through his leg from a bullet wound) Please no more, I'thousand injure, tin can't you see I'1000 hurt? You lot shot me, delight don't, don't! Let me have a doctor ... Please requite me the md, don't kill me!
Callahan: The daughter, where is she?
Scorpio: You tried to kill me!
Callahan: If I tried that, your head'd be splattered all over this field. Now where'south the girl?
Scorpio: I want a lawyer!
Callahan: I said, where's the girl?
Scorpio: I have the right for a lawyer.
Callahan: Where'due south the girl?
Scorpio: I accept 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 still more than suffering)
District Attorney: I've just been looking over your arrest report. A very unusual slice of law work. Really amazing.
Callahan: Yeah, well I had some luck.
District Attorney: You're lucky I'1000 not indicting y'all for assail with intent to commit murder.
Callahan: What?!
District Attorney: Where the hell does information technology say you've got a right to kick downward doors, torture suspects, deny medical attention and legal counsel. Where take you been? Does Escobedo ring a bell? Miranda? I mean, you lot must have heard of the Fourth Subpoena. What I'm saying is, that human had rights.
Callahan: Well, I'm all "broken up" well-nigh that man'south rights.
District Attorney: You should be. I've got news for you, Callahan. As presently as he's well plenty to leave the hospital, he walks.
Callahan: What are you lot talking nearly?
District Chaser: He's costless.
Callahan: You mean y'all're letting him get?
District Attorney: Nosotros take to, nosotros can't try him.
Callahan: And why is that?
Commune Chaser: Because I'm not wasting a one-half a million dollars of the taxpayer's money on a trial we can't perchance win. The problem is, we don't take whatsoever evidence.
Callahan: Evidence? What the hell practise y'all 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 match the bullet upwards to this rifle?
Commune Attorney: It does not thing what Ballistics can practise. This rifle might brand a nice souvenir. But information technology's inadmissible as evidence.
Callahan: And who says that?
District Attorney: Information technology'due south the law.
Callahan: Well so, the constabulary is crazy!
District Attorney: This is Judge Bannerman of the appellate court. He also holds classes in Constitutional Law in Berkeley. I've asked him for an opinion — your Laurels?
Estimate Bannerman: Well, in my opinion, the search of the suspect's quarters was illegal. Show obtained thereby, such as that hunting rifle, for instance, is inadmissible in courtroom. You should have gotten a search warrant. I'm sorry, but information technology's that simple.
Callahan: Search warrant!? There was a girl dying.
District Attorney: She was in fact dead according to the medical report.
Callahan: But I didn't know that.
Judge: The courtroom would have to recognize the police force officer'south legitimate concern for the daughter'due south life, merely there is no style they tin possibly condone police torture. All evidence concerning the daughter — the suspect'south confession, all physical evidence — would have to be excluded.
Callahan: (sighs) There must be something you can get 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 suspect's rights were violated, under the 4th 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 die. Who speaks for her?
District Attorney: The District Attorney'south office, if y'all'll let us. I've got a married woman and three kids. I don't desire him on the streets any more than you practise.
Callahan: Well, he won't exist out at that place 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 be right there.
Commune Attorney: This function won't correspond whatever harassment.
Callahan: You know, you're crazy if yous think you've heard the last of this guy. He'southward gonna kill again.
District Attorney: How exercise you lot know?
Callahan: 'Cause he likes it.
Main: Have you been following that homo?
Callahan: Yep, I've been following him on my ain time. And anybody can tell I didn't do that to him.
Chief: How?
Callahan: Cause he looks besides damn proficient, that's how!
Mayor: (on phone) The jet must be fueled and ready to go in a half an 60 minutes. 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 time: "To the City of San Francisco. You have double-crossed me for the last time. I'm warning you to have my $200,000 in a jet plane prepare and waiting. I volition phone call Mayor's function at one o'clock and tell you about the hostages who I will be happy to kill if y'all don't practice exactly what I say, Scorpio" (pauses) Well, you better have somebody standing by — it could exist a false alarm but don't count on it.
Scorpio: It's very simple. I've got the kids and you start screwing around, the kids start dying. Is the aeroplane ready?
Mayor: The jet is being fueled and ready to go at the airdrome. The money volition exist there by the time you get there.
Scorpio: All right, at present mind and listen very carefully. I'm going to exist driving forth nice and easy, merely me and a bus load of kids. I'm going to turn off on the Sir Francis Drake Blvd. on my way to the Santa Rosa Airport. I don't want to come across any police cars, helicopters, whatever. At present if you got the guts to play this game by the rules, the kids will have a nice picayune aeroplane 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 volition not be molested in any way. I give you lot my word of honor on information technology.
Chief: Callahan? — you willing to have the money to him?
Callahan: When are you people gonna end messing effectually with this guy. He'due south gotta be stopped now.
Mayor: He's got a jitney load of kids and I can't take that chance. I gave my word of honor on it, and he will not exist molested — and that's a direct social club, Callahan!
Callahan: Well, y'all can simply get yourself another delivery boy.
Scorpio: [singing] Row, row, row your gunkhole/gently down the stream/merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily ...
Bus Child: Where are we going?
Scorpio: What? What did you lot say?
Jitney Kid: Where are we going?
Scorpio: We're going to the ice-cream factory and see how ice-cream's made. Now 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 go home and kill all your mommies, sing, sing!
[The Scorpio Killer holds an innocent kid hostage at the border of a cliff]
Scorpio: Drop 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 hand]
Scorpio: Drop the fucking gun!
[Callahan pretends to drop his gun, only to fire it at Scorpio, who lets the kid go. Callahan then approaches the wounded Scorpio and points the gun at Scorpio, who is nearly to retrieve his]
Callahan: I know what you're thinking, punk. You lot're thinking "Did he fire six shots or simply five?" Now, to tell yous the truth, I've forgotten myself in all this excitement. Merely being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world and it will blow your head clean off, you've gotta inquire yourself a question: 'Do I feel lucky?
[Scorpio attempts to stand and grab his gun]
Callahan: Well, practise ya, punk?
[Scorpio laughs maniacally and retrieves his gun in an attempt to shoot Callahan, only to be shot in the caput and killed]

Misattributed [edit]

  • Go ahead, make my solar day.
    • The line "Get alee, make my twenty-four hour period" isn't uttered by Harry at any signal in the film. He instead first uttered it in 1983's Sudden Impact.
  • Practise you feel lucky, punk?
    • The line really said in the film is, "Y'all've got to ask yourself 1 question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do yous, punk?"

Taglines [edit]

  • Yous don't assign him to murder cases - you merely turn him loose.
  • Detective Harry Callahan. He doesn't suspension murder cases - he smashes them.
  • Dingy Harry and the homicidal maniac. Harry'southward the one with the badge.
  • Practice y'all feel lucky, punk?
  • With his .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, Dirty Harry wipes out criminal offence 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 — Estimate Bannerman
  • Curtis Mayfield — Thug who beats Scorpio (uncredited)

Encounter also [edit]

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

External links [edit]

Wikipedia

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

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Source: https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Dirty_Harry

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