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Sociology? Oh, you'll go far — that's if you live ... Just don't allow your college degree get yous killed 'cause I'm liable to go killed along with ya.

When a naked homo is chasing a woman through an alley with a butcher pocketknife and a hard-on, I effigy he isn't out collecting for the Cherry Cross.

I know what you're thinking. "Did he fire 6 shots or only five?" Well, to tell yous the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost rail myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the globe, and would accident your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?

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

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

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

Harry Callahan [edit]

  • You gotta be kidding. I don't got whatsoever fourth dimension to suspension in whatsoever newcomers. Why don't you practise this boy a favor ... if I need a partner, I'll go me someone who knows what the hell he's doin'.
  • [to Gonzalez] Sociology? Oh, y'all'll get far — that'southward if you live ... Just don't let your college degree get you killed 'cause I'm liable to get killed forth with ya.
  • At present you know why they telephone call me "Dirty Harry". I get every muddy chore 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 badge, well, he tin have that too.

Chico Gonzalez [edit]

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

Scorpio Killer [edit]

  • [in note to the mayor] To the City of San Francisco, I will enjoy killing one person every twenty-four hour period until you pay me i hundred thousand dollars ($100,000). If you hold say and so tomorrow morning time in Personal Column San Francisco Chronicle and I will set up coming together. If I do non hear from you it will be my next pleasance to kill a Catholic priest or a nigger. Scorpio
  • [in a letter] The double-crossing San Francisco law fabricated me practise this. At present bribe $200,000 in used 10s and 20s. One man with yellow pocketbook, south side, Marina Dark-green, East Harbor, ix p.thou., she has oxygen until 3 a.grand. tomorrow morning, ruby panties and bra, nice tits, mole on left thigh. Anything cute and you'll force me to allow girl die of slow suffocation. Scorpio
  • [to Callahan, on the phone] If I fifty-fifty recollect you're being followed, the girl dies. If you talk to anyone, I don't care if it's a Pekinese pissing confronting a lamppost, the girl dies ... No car. I give y'all a certain corporeality of time to get from phone booth to phone booth. I ring four times. You don't answer by the 4th ring, I hang up and that's the stop of the game. The girl dies ... Cop! ... I hope you're not stupid.
  • [to Callahan] Left paw. Let'southward see the gun.[Harry pulls out his .44 Magnum] My! That'due south a big ane.
  • [to Callahan] No, don't pass out on me now cop! No, no, no, no, no, not yet, not yet, don't pass out on me nonetheless you lot rotten oinker! Do we understand each other? I said practice we empathize each other? (Harry nods) Okay, now heed upwardly cop, I changed my mind. I'm going to let her die, I merely wanted you to know that. You hear me? I just wanted you to know that before I killed y'all![laughs crazily] Goodbye, Callahan!
  • [in the hospital, with a dilapidated face] They tried to frame me with the Deacon daughter murder, and now they're trying to murder me — and look at me, just await at me. I'm supposed to be innocent until proven guilty and only look at what they did to me. Everywhere I go, cops follow me — and just look at me.
  • [to a school coach driver] Hear me, you onetime hag, I'm telling yous to drive or I'll decorate this bus with your brains.
  • [in a notation] To the Metropolis of San Francisco — Yous have double-crossed me for the last fourth dimension. I'grand warning yous to have my $200,000 dollars and a jet airplane prepare and waiting. I will phone call the Mayor'south Function at ane o'clock and tell you lot well-nigh the hostages who I volition be happy to kill if you don't do exactly what I say. Scorpio.
  • [final discussion 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 not pay criminals not to commit crimes. Instead, we pay a police department.
  • Lt. Al Bressler: Just go where you're told, do what yous're told, play it direct down the line ... Nada beautiful, nada fancy. Simply pay the ransom money and written report back here.

Dialogue [edit]

Mayor: All right, let's have it.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Have what?
Mayor: Your report. What have 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 role, waiting on you lot.
Lt. Al Bressler: Dammit all, Harry, that's the Mayor y'all're talking to! ...
Mayor: Won't you sit down Inspector Callahan? ... At that place's a madman loose, I've asked you what's being done, 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 arranged for rooftop surveillance and helicopter patrols specially 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's a .xxx-06, seven lands and grooves, right-paw twist ...
Lt. Al Bressler: Sir — we'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: Thank you Inspector. Accept any of you mentioned this notation to anyone? How near y'all? (looking at Callahan)
Insp. Harry Callahan: Nobody.
Mayor: Your married woman, sweetheart, ... press?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Nobody.
Mayor: All right. Give the message to the Relate. Nosotros'll agree to pay, but we'll tell him nosotros need time to go the money together.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Wait a infinitesimal. Do I get this right? You're gonna play this creep's game?
Mayor: It'll get us more breathing space.
Insp. Harry Callahan: It also might go somebody killed. Why don't you let me run into with the son-of-a-bitch?
Chief: No, none of that. Yous'd end upwards with a real blood-bathroom.
Mayor: I agree with the Chief. Nosotros'll exercise information technology this way, all right?
Lt. Al Bressler: Give thanks you Mr. Mayor. Come up on Callahan, let's become.
Mayor: (calls out) Callahan.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Sir?
Mayor: I don't desire any more problem similar yous had concluding year in the Fillmore Commune. Understand? That'southward my policy.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Yep, 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 y'all institute that?
Insp. Harry Callahan: When a naked homo is chasing a woman through an alley with a butcher knife and a hard-on, I figure he isn't out collecting for the Red Cantankerous.
Mayor: [after Callahan has left] I think he'due south got a bespeak.
[Harry visits his favorite diner]
Insp. Harry Callahan: Hey in that location, Jaffe; the usual.
Jaffe: The usual dejeuner or the usual dinner?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Well, what difference does that make?
Jaffe: Non much.
[long suspension]
Insp. Harry Callahan: Say Jaffe, is that tan Ford all the same parked across in front end of the bank?
Jaffe: Tan Ford ... Mmm mmm yes. Tan Ford.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Engine running?
Jaffe: I don't know. How tin I tell?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Exhaust fumes coming out of the tailpipe.
Jaffe: Oh my God, that's atrocious! Wait at all that pollution.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Aye. Do me a favor. [gives him slip of newspaper] Phone call this telephone number.
Jaffe: Police section?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Yeah. Tell them Inspector Callahan thinks at that place'south a 2-11 in progress at the depository financial institution. Be sure and tell them that's in progress.
Jaffe: In progress. Yes sir.
[goes to phone and starts dialing]
Insp. Harry Callahan: Now, if they'll merely wait for the cavalry to arrive. [immediately, an alarm bong goes off and a gunshot is heard] Ah, shit!
[After shooting several of the bank-robbers and stopping their getaway car by shooting the commuter, Inspector Callahan approaches the front steps of the banking concern. The banking concern robber that Callahan shot first, wounding him and forcing him to drop his shotgun, now makes an effort to think it. He pauses every bit he sees Callahan approach, aiming his revolver.]
Callahan: I know what you're thinking: "Did he fire 6 shots or only five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost runway myself. Just existence this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Practice I feel lucky?' Well, do you, punk?
[The thief gives up trying to recollect 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, but the gun just clicks on an empty chamber, and he grins, laughs, and walks away.]
Thief: Son of a bowwow...
  • Note: bolded portion is ranked #51 in the American Film Establish'southward list of the top 100 flick quotations in American picture palace.
Medico: Sure, Harry. Nosotros can save the leg. [takes out some pair of scissors]
Callahan: What are you going to do with those?
Doctor: Going to cut your pants off.
Callahan: No. I'll take them off.
Doctor: It'll injure.
Callahan: For $29.l, let it hurt. You tin can plow your back if you're embarrassed ...
Gonzales: Why do they telephone call ya "Dingy Harry"?
De Georgio: That's 1 thing about our Harry, he doesn't play whatever favorites. Harry hates everybody. Limeys, Micks, Hebes, Niggers, Honkies, Fat Dagos, Chinks, y'all proper name it.
Gonzales: How does he experience about Mexicans?
De Georgio: Ask him.
Callahan:(says with a flash) Specially 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 y'all think you're doing?
Callahan: Get the hell out of the way, hammerhead.
Thug 1: What'due south in the purse, human?
Callahan: You dudes get lost now, ya hear?
Thug 2: Screw the bag.
Thug 3: Yes, just requite us the wallet now.
(Harry clubs the tertiary thug with the bag, then kicks their pal in the face, then pulls his gun on the offset thug)
Callahan: (seething in desperation) Y'all don't listen as well good, do ya, asshole?
Callahan: I'm Callahan.
Young Man: My friends phone call me Alice, but I'll take a cartel.
Callahan: Well, Alice, when was the last time you lot were busted?
Young Man: If you lot're vice, I'll impale myself.
Callahan: Well, exercise it at dwelling!
Gonzalez: [about quitting the strength] I've been doing a lot of thinking about it. I have a instruction credential and I figure, what for, you know?
[interruption]
Gonzalez's wife: I thought I could take it ... Any information technology takes to exist a cop's wife, I'm just not certain I'grand making information technology. He really tries and these bastards, you know, Sus scrofa this, Pig that. Ah, only mayhap it's when I scout him walk out that door at night, and I think, what if this is the concluding time I ever run into him again ... doesn't information technology drive your married woman crazy?
Callahan: Nope.
Gonzalez'due south wife: Y'all mean she got used to it.
Callahan: No, she never did really.
Gonzalez's wife: Well, what then?
Callahan: She's expressionless.
Gonzalez's wife: Oh, please forgive me.
Callahan: She was driving abode tardily ane night and a drunk crossed the center line. There was no reason for information technology, really.
Gonzalez's married woman: I'chiliad then distressing.
Callahan: That's o.k. Expect, I want you to tell Chico that I understand, you lot know, him quitting. I-I remember he'southward right. This is no life for you two.
Gonzalez's wife: Why do 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. Too much linguine. I'll find another fashion.
De Georgio: You need whatsoever assist?
Callahan: Go on out and become some air, fatso.
De Georgio: You're the dominate.
Scorpio: (bleeding through his leg from a bullet wound) Please no more, I'yard injure, can't you see I'thousand hurt? You shot me, please don't, don't! Allow me accept a doctor ... Please requite me the doctor, don't kill me!
Callahan: The girl, where is she?
Scorpio: Y'all tried to impale me!
Callahan: If I tried that, your head'd be splattered all over this field. Now where's 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 have the right for a lawyer, don't shoot me, I have rights, want a lawyer.......(now whimpers in pain as Harry steps on his injury, causing still more suffering)
District Attorney: I've simply been looking over your abort report. A very unusual slice of police force work. Actually amazing.
Callahan: Yeah, well I had some luck.
District Attorney: Yous're lucky I'k 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 been? Does Escobedo band a bell? Miranda? I mean, you lot must take heard of the Fourth Amendment. What I'g saying is, that human being had rights.
Callahan: Well, I'm all "broken upwardly" about that man's rights.
Commune Attorney: You should be. I've got news for you, Callahan. As soon equally he's well plenty to leave the hospital, he walks.
Callahan: What are you talking about?
District Chaser: He'south gratuitous.
Callahan: You mean you're letting him go?
Commune Chaser: We have to, we can't attempt him.
Callahan: And why is that?
District Attorney: Because I'yard not wasting a half a meg dollars of the taxpayer'southward coin on a trial nosotros tin can't possibly win. The problem is, we don't accept any evidence.
Callahan: Evidence? What the hell practise yous call that? [He gestures toward Scorpio's weapon]
District Attorney: I call it nothing, zero.
Callahan: Are you trying to tell me that Ballistics can't match the bullet up to this burglarize?
Commune Attorney: It does not affair what Ballistics can exercise. This burglarize might brand a prissy gift. Merely it's inadmissible as show.
Callahan: And who says that?
District Attorney: Information technology'south the law.
Callahan: Well then, the law is crazy!
District Chaser: This is Gauge Bannerman of the appellate court. He too holds classes in Constitutional Police in Berkeley. I've asked him for an opinion — your Honor?
Estimate Bannerman: Well, in my stance, the search of the suspect'due south quarters was illegal. Testify obtained thereby, such every bit that hunting rifle, for instance, is inadmissible in courtroom. You should take gotten a search warrant. I'm pitiful, but it'due south that simple.
Callahan: Search warrant!? In that location was a daughter dying.
District Attorney: She was in fact expressionless according to the medical written report.
Callahan: Only I didn't know that.
Judge: The court would have to recognize the constabulary officeholder's legitimate business organization for the daughter'south life, simply there is no way they tin can peradventure disregard law torture. All testify concerning the girl — the doubtable'southward confession, all physical evidence — would accept to be excluded.
Callahan: (sighs) At that place 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'due south rights were violated, nether the Fourth and Fifth and probably the Sixth and Fourteenth Amendments.
Callahan: And Anne Marie Deacon, what about her rights? I mean, she'southward raped and left in a hole to dice. Who speaks for her?
District Attorney: The Commune Attorney'southward part, if you'll let us. I've got a wife and three kids. I don't want him on the streets any more than you exercise.
Callahan: Well, he won't exist out in that location long.
District Attorney: What is that supposed to mean?
Callahan: I mean sooner or subsequently he's gonna stub his toe then I'll be right there.
District Chaser: This role won't stand for whatever harassment.
Callahan: You know, y'all're crazy if y'all think you've heard the last of this guy. He's gonna kill once more.
District Attorney: How exercise you know?
Callahan: 'Cause he likes it.
Master: Take you lot been following that homo?
Callahan: Yeah, I've been following him on my own time. And anybody can tell I didn't do that to him.
Chief: How?
Callahan: Crusade he looks too damn good, that'south how!
Mayor: (on phone) The jet must be fueled and ready to become in a half an hour. Skeleton coiffure, they must be volunteers. Tell them the man is dangerous. Well, hither, I'll read you this note which was delivered at eight o'clock this forenoon: "To the City of San Francisco. Y'all have double-crossed me for the concluding fourth dimension. I'm alert you to have my $200,000 in a jet airplane ready and waiting. I will phone call Mayor'due south office at ane o'clock and tell y'all about the hostages who I will be happy to kill if you don't do exactly what I say, Scorpio" (pauses) Well, yous improve accept somebody standing by — it could be a false alarm but don't count on it.
Scorpio: It'southward very elementary. I've got the kids and you start screwing around, the kids start dying. Is the plane ready?
Mayor: The jet is beingness fueled and ready to go at the aerodrome. The coin volition be there by the time you get there.
Scorpio: All right, now heed and listen very carefully. I'm going to be driving along nice and easy, 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 Drome. I don't want to run into any law cars, helicopters, whatever. At present if y'all got the guts to play this game by the rules, the kids volition have a dainty 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 lot yous will not be molested in any way. I give y'all my word of honor on it.
Chief: Callahan? — y'all willing to have the money to him?
Callahan: When are you people gonna stop messing around with this guy. He's gotta be stopped at present.
Mayor: He's got a bus load of kids and I tin't take that adventure. I gave my discussion of laurels on it, and he will not be molested — and that's a direct order, Callahan!
Callahan: Well, you can just go yourself some other commitment boy.
Scorpio: [singing] Row, row, row your boat/gently downwardly the stream/merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily ...
Bus Kid: Where are we going?
Scorpio: What? What did you say?
Bus Child: Where are we going?
Scorpio: Nosotros're going to the ice-cream factory and run into how ice-cream's fabricated. Now anybody who doesn't wanna go tin can get off right here.
Bus Kid: I wanna go home to my mommy.
Scorpio: [slaps the kid] Stupid child! Come on sing anybody! Sing or I'll go dwelling house and kill all your mommies, sing, sing!
[The Scorpio Killer holds an innocent child hostage at the edge of a cliff]
Scorpio: Driblet the gun, 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 hand]
Scorpio: Drib the fucking gun!
[Callahan pretends to drop his gun, only to fire it at Scorpio, who lets the kid go. Callahan and so approaches the wounded Scorpio and points the gun at Scorpio, who is almost to retrieve his]
Callahan: I know what you're thinking, punk. Y'all're thinking "Did he fire six shots or only five?" At present, to tell you lot 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 volition blow your head clean off, y'all've gotta inquire yourself a question: 'Do I feel 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, only to exist shot in the head and killed]

Misattributed [edit]

  • Go ahead, make my twenty-four hour period.
    • The line "Become ahead, make my day" isn't uttered by Harry at any point in the film. He instead first uttered it in 1983's Sudden Bear upon.
  • Do you feel lucky, punk?
    • The line actually said in the motion-picture show is, "You've got to enquire yourself one question: 'Practice I feel lucky?' Well, practise you, punk?"

Taglines [edit]

  • You don't assign him to murder cases - you just turn him loose.
  • Detective Harry Callahan. He doesn't break murder cases - he smashes them.
  • Dirty Harry and the homicidal maniac. Harry'south the one with the badge.
  • Do you 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 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 Principal
  • 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 also [edit]

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

External links [edit]

Wikipedia

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

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