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Sociology? Oh, you lot'll go far — that'south if y'all live ... Just don't permit your college degree get you killed 'cause I'm liable to get killed along with ya.

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

I know what you're thinking. "Did he fire vi shots or but five?" Well, to tell yous the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. Only 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 ane question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?

Dirty Harry is a 1971 picture show nearly a San Francisco cop with little regard for rules, merely who always gets results, tracking downward a serial killer who snipes at random victims.

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

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

Harry Callahan [edit]

  • You gotta be kidding. I don't got any time to intermission in any newcomers. Why don't y'all do this boy a favor ... if I need a partner, I'll get me someone who knows what the hell he's doin'.
  • [to Gonzalez] Sociology? Oh, you'll arrive — that'due south if you alive ... Only don't let your college caste get you killed 'cause I'm liable to go killed along with ya.
  • Now you know why they call me "Dirty 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 Master] wants my badge, well, he can take that also.

Chico Gonzalez [edit]

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

Scorpio Killer [edit]

  • [in note to the mayor] To the City of San Francisco, I will enjoy killing one person every day until you pay me ane hundred thousand dollars ($100,000). If you concord say then tomorrow morn in Personal Column San Francisco Chronicle and I will set up coming together. If I do not hear from you it will exist my side by side pleasance to impale 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 being with yellowish purse, south side, Marina Light-green, East Harbor, ix p.one thousand., she has oxygen until 3 a.m. tomorrow morning, red panties and bra, prissy tits, mole on left thigh. Annihilation beautiful and yous'll force me to let girl dice of dull 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 it'southward a Pekinese pissing against a lamppost, the daughter dies ... No auto. I requite you a certain amount of time to get from phone booth to phone booth. I ring four times. Yous don't answer by the 4th ring, I hang up and that'southward the end of the game. The girl dies ... Cop! ... I hope you lot're not stupid.
  • [to Callahan] Left hand. Allow'southward encounter the gun.[Harry pulls out his .44 Magnum] My! That'due south a big one.
  • [to Callahan] No, don't laissez passer out on me now cop! No, no, no, no, no, not nonetheless, not even so, don't pass out on me yet you rotten oinker! Do we understand each other? I said do we empathize each other? (Harry nods) Okay, now heed up cop, I changed my mind. I'm going to allow her dice, 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 hospital, 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, but wait at me. I'm supposed to be innocent until proven guilty and simply look at what they did to me. Everywhere I go, cops follow me — and just await at me.
  • [to a school omnibus driver] Hear me, y'all old hag, I'm telling you to bulldoze or I'll decorate this passenger vehicle with your brains.
  • [in a note] To the City of San Francisco — You lot have double-crossed me for the last time. I'm warning yous to have my $200,000 dollars and a jet aeroplane ready and waiting. I will 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.
  • [last word to Callahan as he threatens to impale a young boy angling] Drop the gun, pitter-patter! I'll accident his brains out! [chuckles evilly] Drop the fucking gun!

Others [edit]

  • Mayor: The City of San Francisco does not pay criminals not to commit crimes. Instead, nosotros pay a police section.
  • Lt. Al Bressler: Just go where you're told, do what you're told, play it straight downward the line ... Cypher cute, null fancy. Just pay the ransom money and report back here.

Dialogue [edit]

Mayor: All correct, let'southward accept information technology.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Accept what?
Mayor: Your study. What have you lot been doing?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Oh, well for the past 3 quarters of an hr, I have been sitting on my ass in your outer role, waiting on you.
Lt. Al Bressler: Dammit all, Harry, that's the Mayor y'all're talking to! ...
Mayor: Won't you sit down downwards Inspector Callahan? ... There's a madman loose, I've asked you lot 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 height prowlers, rifle basics, peepers..
Lt. Al Bressler: Mr. Mayor — we've arranged for rooftop surveillance and helicopter patrols especially effectually the Cosmic churches and schools and in the blackness areas.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Ballistics is checking on the slug. Nosotros're pretty sure it's a .30-06, vii lands and grooves, correct-hand 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: Thank you Inspector. Have whatever of you lot mentioned this annotation to anyone? How most yous? (looking at Callahan)
Insp. Harry Callahan: Nobody.
Mayor: Your wife, sweetheart, ... press?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Nobody.
Mayor: All correct. Give the message to the Chronicle. We'll agree to pay, but we'll tell him we need fourth dimension to become the money together.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Wait a infinitesimal. Exercise I get this right? You're gonna play this creep's game?
Mayor: It'll get u.s. more breathing space.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Information technology also might get somebody killed. Why don't y'all permit me run across with the son-of-a-bowwow?
Master: No, none of that. You'd finish up with a real blood-bath.
Mayor: I agree with the Principal. We'll practise information technology this manner, 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 desire any more trouble like you had concluding yr in the Fillmore District. Sympathise? That'south my policy.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Yep, 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 y'all constitute 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 figure he isn't out collecting for the Red Cantankerous.
Mayor: [after Callahan has left] I think he'due south 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 deviation does that make?
Jaffe: Not much.
[long pause]
Insp. Harry Callahan: Say Jaffe, is that tan Ford still parked beyond in forepart of the banking concern?
Jaffe: Tan Ford ... Mmm mmm yeah. Tan Ford.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Engine running?
Jaffe: I don't know. How can I tell?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Exhaust fumes coming out of the tailpipe.
Jaffe: Oh my God, that'south atrocious! Look at all that pollution.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Aye. Exercise me a favor. [gives him slip of paper] Call this phone number.
Jaffe: Constabulary department?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Yeah. Tell them Inspector Callahan thinks there's a ii-11 in progress at the bank. Be sure and tell them that's in progress.
Jaffe: In progress. Yes sir.
[goes to telephone and starts dialing]
Insp. Harry Callahan: At present, if they'll simply wait for the cavalry to go far. [immediately, an alarm bell goes off and a gunshot is heard] Ah, shit!
[After shooting several of the bank-robbers and stopping their getaway car by shooting the driver, Inspector Callahan approaches the front end 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 retrieve it. He pauses as he sees Callahan approach, aiming his revolver.]
Callahan: I know what you're thinking: "Did he burn six shots or simply 5?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost track myself. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the almost powerful handgun in the globe, and would accident your head make clean off, you lot've got to inquire yourself i question: 'Practise I feel lucky?' Well, do y'all, punk?
[The thief gives upwards trying to call up his shotgun; Callahan picks it upwardly 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, merely the gun just clicks on an empty sleeping room, and he grins, laughs, and walks away.]
Thief: Son of a bitch...
  • Note: bolded portion is ranked #51 in the American Pic Plant'south list of the acme 100 pic quotations in American movie house.
Dr.: Certain, Harry. We tin salvage the leg. [takes out some scissors]
Callahan: What are you going to exercise with those?
Doctor: Going to cutting your pants off.
Callahan: No. I'll take them off.
Doctor: It'll hurt.
Callahan: For $29.fifty, let it injure. You tin can turn your dorsum if you're embarrassed ...
Gonzales: Why do they call ya "Dingy Harry"?
De Georgio: That'southward ane thing almost our Harry, he doesn't play any favorites. Harry hates everybody. Limeys, Micks, Hebes, Niggers, Honkies, Fat Dagos, Chinks, you lot proper name information technology.
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 you mean.
Pedestrian: Hey, fruitcake, what practise you call up you're doing?
Callahan: Get the hell out of the style, hammerhead.
Thug one: What'southward in the handbag, man?
Callahan: You dudes get lost now, ya hear?
Thug two: Screw the bag.
Thug 3: Yep, only give us the wallet at present.
(Harry clubs the 3rd thug with the bag, and so kicks their pal in the face, then pulls his gun on the first thug)
Callahan: (seething in agony) You don't listen also good, practice ya, asshole?
Callahan: I'm Callahan.
Fellow: My friends call me Alice, just I'll have a dare.
Callahan: Well, Alice, when was the last time y'all were busted?
Swain: If you're vice, I'll impale myself.
Callahan: Well, do information technology at domicile!
Gonzalez: [about quitting the force] I've been doing a lot of thinking near it. I have a instruction credential and I figure, what for, yous know?
[pause]
Gonzalez's wife: I thought I could take it ... Whatever it takes to exist a cop'southward wife, I'grand only not certain I'm making it. He really tries and these bastards, you know, Pig this, Pig that. Ah, simply perchance information technology'south when I watch him walk out that door at night, and I call back, what if this is the terminal time I always see him over again ... doesn't it bulldoze 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'south wife: Oh, please forgive me.
Callahan: She was driving habitation belatedly ane night and a drunk crossed the center line. There was no reason for it, really.
Gonzalez's wife: I'chiliad and so sorry.
Callahan: That's o.thousand. Expect, I want y'all to tell Chico that I sympathise, you know, him quitting. I-I think he's right. This is no life for you two.
Gonzalez'south wife: Why do you stay in it and then?
Callahan: I don't know, I really don't.
De Georgio: Illegal entry, no warrant.
Callahan: Looks like we climb.
De Georgio: Uh-uh. Too much linguine. I'll find another way.
De Georgio: You demand any help?
Callahan: Proceed out and become some air, fatso.
De Georgio: You're the boss.
Scorpio: (bleeding through his leg from a bullet wound) Please no more than, I'm hurt, can't you see I'grand hurt? Yous shot me, please don't, don't! Let me accept a md ... Please give me the physician, don't kill me!
Callahan: The girl, 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's the daughter?
Scorpio: I want a lawyer!
Callahan: I said, where's the daughter?
Scorpio: I have the right for a lawyer.
Callahan: Where'south the girl?
Scorpio: I have the correct for a lawyer, don't shoot me, I take rights, want a lawyer.......(now whimpers in pain as Harry steps on his injury, causing nevertheless more suffering)
District Chaser: I've only been looking over your arrest report. A very unusual piece of constabulary work. Really astonishing.
Callahan: Yeah, well I had some luck.
District Attorney: You lot're lucky I'm not indicting you for set on with intent to commit murder.
Callahan: What?!
Commune 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 take you lot been? Does Escobedo ring a bell? Miranda? I mean, you must take heard of the Fourth Amendment. What I'm maxim is, that human being had rights.
Callahan: Well, I'chiliad all "broken up" about that man's rights.
District Attorney: You should exist. I've got news for you, Callahan. As before long as he's well enough to exit the hospital, he walks.
Callahan: What are you talking about?
District Attorney: He's free.
Callahan: You lot mean you're letting him become?
Commune Attorney: We accept to, we can't try him.
Callahan: And why is that?
District Attorney: Considering I'm not wasting a half a million dollars of the taxpayer's coin on a trial we tin can't possibly win. The trouble is, nosotros don't take whatever testify.
Callahan: Evidence? What the hell do you call that? [He gestures toward Scorpio'due south weapon]
Commune Chaser: I call information technology zero, zero.
Callahan: Are you trying to tell me that Ballistics can't match the bullet up to this rifle?
District Attorney: Information technology does non matter what Ballistics tin can practice. This burglarize might make a prissy souvenir. But information technology's inadmissible as evidence.
Callahan: And who says that?
Commune Attorney: It's the police.
Callahan: Well and then, the constabulary is crazy!
District Attorney: This is Judge Bannerman of the appellate courtroom. He besides holds classes in Ramble Law in Berkeley. I've asked him for an opinion — your Honour?
Judge Bannerman: Well, in my stance, the search of the suspect's quarters was illegal. Evidence obtained thereby, such as that hunting rifle, for instance, is inadmissible in court. You should have gotten a search warrant. I'thousand sorry, just it'due south that simple.
Callahan: Search warrant!? There was a daughter dying.
District Attorney: She was in fact dead according to the medical written report.
Callahan: Just I didn't know that.
Judge: The court would have to recognize the police officeholder's legitimate concern for the girl's life, but there is no manner they can mayhap disregard police torture. All evidence concerning the girl — the suspect's confession, all concrete prove — would take to be excluded.
Callahan: (sighs) At that place must exist something you tin get him on.
Judge: Without the bear witness 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 6th and Fourteenth Amendments.
Callahan: And Anne Marie Deacon, what well-nigh her rights? I mean, she's raped and left in a pigsty to dice. Who speaks for her?
District Attorney: The District Chaser's office, if you lot'll let united states. I've got a wife and three kids. I don't want him on the streets whatsoever more yous exercise.
Callahan: Well, he won't be out there long.
District Attorney: What is that supposed to hateful?
Callahan: I hateful sooner or later he'southward gonna stub his toe and then I'll exist right there.
District Chaser: This function won't stand for whatsoever harassment.
Callahan: You know, you're crazy if you think you've heard the last of this guy. He'southward gonna kill again.
District Chaser: How do you know?
Callahan: 'Cause he likes information technology.
Chief: Have you been following that man?
Callahan: Yep, I've been following him on my own time. And anybody can tell I didn't exercise that to him.
Principal: How?
Callahan: Cause he looks too damn expert, that'south how!
Mayor: (on telephone) The jet must be fueled and prepare to become in a half an hr. Skeleton crew, they must exist volunteers. Tell them the homo is dangerous. Well, hither, I'll read y'all this note which was delivered at eight o'clock this morning: "To the City of San Francisco. You have double-crossed me for the last time. I'thou warning you to have my $200,000 in a jet plane ready and waiting. I will call Mayor's office at ane o'clock and tell y'all nearly the hostages who I will exist happy to impale if you don't practice exactly what I say, Scorpio" (pauses) Well, you lot better take somebody standing past — it could be a simulated alarm merely don't count on information technology.
Scorpio: It'due south very simple. I've got the kids and you commencement screwing around, the kids kickoff dying. Is the plane ready?
Mayor: The jet is being fueled and set to go at the aerodrome. The money will be there by the time you go at that place.
Scorpio: All right, now listen and heed very carefully. I'm going to be driving forth nice and easy, just me and a coach load of kids. I'm going to plow off on the Sir Francis Drake Blvd. on my way to the Santa Rosa Aerodrome. I don't desire to see any police cars, helicopters, any. At present if you got the guts to play this game past the rules, the kids will take a overnice footling airplane ride.
Mayor: Well, where are y'all going?
Scorpio: I'll tell the airplane pilot when I get on the plane. No alerts, nothin'.
Mayor: I guarantee you y'all will not be molested in any way. I give you my word of accolade on it.
Main: Callahan? — you willing to take the coin to him?
Callahan: When are you lot people gonna cease messing around with this guy. He's gotta be stopped at present.
Mayor: He's got a motorbus load of kids and I tin can't take that gamble. I gave my word of honour on it, and he will not be molested — and that's a straight order, Callahan!
Callahan: Well, you lot can just get yourself another delivery boy.
Scorpio: [singing] Row, row, row your boat/gently downward the stream/merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily ...
Passenger vehicle Kid: Where are nosotros going?
Scorpio: What? What did you say?
Motorbus Kid: Where are we going?
Scorpio: We're going to the water ice-foam manufactory and meet how ice-cream's made. At present anybody who doesn't wanna become tin get off right here.
Bus Kid: I wanna become home to my mommy.
Scorpio: [slaps the kid] Stupid kid! Come up on sing anybody! Sing or I'll go domicile 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 blow his brains out! [continues laughing manically]
[Callahan approaches Scorpio, .44 Magnum in mitt]
Scorpio: Drop the fucking gun!
[Callahan pretends to drib his gun, just to fire it at Scorpio, who lets the child become. Callahan so approaches the wounded Scorpio and points the gun at Scorpio, who is near to retrieve his]
Callahan: I know what you're thinking, punk. You're thinking "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Now, to tell yous the truth, I've forgotten myself in all this excitement. But beingness this is a .44 Magnum, the well-nigh powerful handgun in the earth and information technology will blow your caput make clean off, you've gotta ask yourself a question: 'Practice I feel lucky?
[Scorpio attempts to stand and take hold of his gun]
Callahan: Well, do 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 mean solar day.
    • The line "Get alee, make my solar day" isn't uttered by Harry at any signal in the moving picture. He instead beginning uttered it in 1983'south Sudden Impact.
  • Practise yous feel lucky, punk?
    • The line really said in the film is, "You've got to ask yourself ane question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do yous, punk?"

Taglines [edit]

  • You don't assign him to murder cases - you just turn him loose.
  • Detective Harry Callahan. He doesn't suspension 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 globe, Dingy Harry wipes out criminal offense to hell.
  • Clint Eastwood is "Dirty Harry". And male child, does he get all the muddy jobs.
  • Marvelous!

Cast [edit]

  • Clint Eastwood — Insp. Harry Callahan
  • Harry Guardino — Lt. Al Bressler
  • Reni Santoni — Insp. Chico Gonzalez
  • John Vernon — The Mayor
  • Andrew Robinson — Scorpio Killer
  • John Larch — The Main
  • John Mitchum — Insp. Frank DiGiorgio
  • Ruth Kobart — Motorbus Driver
  • Woodrow Parfrey — Mr. Jaffe
  • Josef Sommer — Dist. Atty. William T. Rothko
  • William Paterson — Estimate 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]

Wikipedia

  • Dirty Harry quotes at the Net Moving-picture show Database
  • Muddied Harry at Rotten Tomatoes
  • Dingy Harry at Filmsite.org
  • A guide to filming locations seen in Dirty Harry

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

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