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Sociology? Oh, you'll go far — that's if you alive ... Just don't allow your higher caste get you lot killed 'cause I'm liable to get killed along with ya.

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

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

Dirty Harry is a 1971 pic nearly a San Francisco cop with footling regard for rules, simply who always gets results, tracking downwards a serial killer who snipes at random victims.

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

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

Harry Callahan [edit]

• Y'all gotta be kidding. I don't got whatsoever time to break in any newcomers. Why don't you do this boy a favor ... if I demand a partner, I'll go me someone who knows what the hell he'south doin'.
• [to Gonzalez] Sociology? Oh, you'll get in — that'due south if you live ... Just don't let your higher degree get yous killed 'cause I'g liable to get killed along with ya.
• Now y'all know why they phone call me "Dirty Harry". I get every dingy task that comes along.
• Gonzalez was obeying orders from his superior, me ... he didn't know anything almost information technology. And when this mess is over, if he [the Main] wants my badge, well, he can take that likewise.

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 volition enjoy killing 1 person every day until yous pay me ane hundred one thousand dollars ($100,000). If you agree say so tomorrow morning in Personal Column San Francisco Chronicle and I will ready up meeting. If I do not hear from you it will be my next pleasure to kill a Catholic priest or a nigger. Scorpio
• [in a letter] The double-crossing San Francisco police made me practise this. Now ransom $200,000 in used 10s and 20s. I man with yellow purse, south side, Marina Green, E Harbor, 9 p.m., she has oxygen until 3 a.m. tomorrow morning, red panties and bra, dainty tits, mole on left thigh. Anything beautiful and you'll forcefulness me to permit girl die of irksome suffocation. Scorpio
• [to Callahan, on the telephone] If I fifty-fifty call up yous're being followed, the girl dies. If you talk to anyone, I don't care if it's a Pekinese pissing against a lamppost, the daughter dies ... No machine. I give you a certain amount of fourth dimension to go from phone booth to telephone booth. I ring 4 times. Y'all don't answer by the fourth ring, I hang up and that's the finish of the game. The girl dies ... Cop! ... I hope you're not stupid.
• [to Callahan] Left paw. Let's run into the gun.[Harry pulls out his .44 Magnum] My! That'due south a large i.
• [to Callahan] No, don't pass out on me now cop! No, no, no, no, no, not even so, not yet, don't pass out on me yet you rotten oinker! Do we sympathize each other? I said do we empathise each other? (Harry nods) Okay, now listen up cop, I inverse my mind. I'm going to let her dice, I simply wanted you to know that. You lot hear me? I only wanted yous to know that before I killed you![laughs crazily] Bye, 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, simply look 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 merely await at me.
• [to a school bus commuter] Hear me, you old hag, I'm telling you to bulldoze or I'll decorate this jitney with your brains.
• [in a notation] To the Urban center of San Francisco — You lot have double-crossed me for the final time. I'chiliad warning y'all to have my $200,000 dollars and a jet plane fix and waiting. I will call the Mayor's Function at one o'clock and tell you about the hostages who I will exist happy to impale if you don't do exactly what I say. Scorpio.
• [last discussion to Callahan as he threatens to kill a young boy fishing] 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, we pay a police department.
• Lt. Al Bressler: Just become where you're told, do what you're told, play it straight down the line ... Nothing cute, goose egg fancy. Just pay the ransom money and written report back here.

Dialogue [edit]

Mayor: All correct, allow's take it.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Have what?

Mayor: Your report. What have you been doing?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Oh, well for the past three quarters of an hr, I have been sitting on my donkey in your outer office, waiting on y'all.

Lt. Al Bressler: Dammit all, Harry, that's the Mayor y'all're talking to! ...

Mayor: Won't you lot sit Inspector Callahan? ... There'southward a madman loose, I've asked you what's being done, off-white enough?

Insp. Harry Callahan: We've got a dozen men checking identification files, checking on all known extortionists, roof top prowlers, rifle basics, peepers..

Lt. Al Bressler: Mr. Mayor — nosotros'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 information technology's a .30-06, vii lands and grooves, correct-hand twist ...

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

Mayor: Why?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Natives of Scorpio.

Mayor: Thank you Inspector. Have whatever of y'all mentioned this note to anyone? How about y'all? (looking at Callahan)

Insp. Harry Callahan: Nobody.

Mayor: Your wife, sweetheart, ... printing?

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 time to get the coin together.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Wait a infinitesimal. Do I get this right? You're gonna play this pitter-patter's game?

Mayor: It'll go the states more than animate space.

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

Chief: No, none of that. Y'all'd terminate up with a real blood-bath.

Mayor: I concord with the Principal. We'll exercise it 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 trouble like you had concluding year in the Fillmore District. Empathise? That'southward my policy.

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

Mayor: Intent? How did you constitute 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 bespeak.

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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: Non much.

[long suspension]

Insp. Harry Callahan: Say Jaffe, is that tan Ford nonetheless parked beyond in front of the bank?

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's awful! Look at all that pollution.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Yeah. Do me a favor. [gives him sideslip of paper] Telephone call this telephone number.

Jaffe: Police department?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Yeah. Tell them Inspector Callahan thinks there's a 2-11 in progress at the bank. Be sure and tell them that's in progress.

Jaffe: In progress. Yes sir.

[goes to phone and starts dialing]

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

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[Afterward shooting several of the bank-robbers and stopping their getaway motorcar by shooting the driver, Inspector Callahan approaches the front steps of the banking concern. The bank robber that Callahan shot outset, wounding him and forcing him to drop his shotgun, now makes an try to retrieve it. He pauses as he sees Callahan approach, aiming his revolver.]

Callahan: I know what you're thinking: "Did he fire half-dozen shots or simply five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost runway myself. But existence this is a .44 Magnum, the well-nigh powerful handgun in the earth, and would accident your head clean off, you've got to inquire yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do you, punk?

[The thief gives upwardly trying to retrieve his shotgun; Callahan picks it upward 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 abroad.]

Thief: Son of a bowwow...

• Note: bolded portion is ranked #51 in the American Picture Institute's list of the top 100 movie quotations in American movie theatre.

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Doctor: Certain, Harry. We can relieve the leg. [takes out some pair of scissors]

Callahan: What are yous going to practise with those?

Md: Going to cut your pants off.

Callahan: No. I'll take them off.

Doctor: It'll injure.

Callahan: For $29.fifty, let it hurt. You tin turn your back if yous're embarrassed ...

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Gonzales: Why practise they phone call ya "Muddied Harry"?

De Georgio: That'south one matter about our Harry, he doesn't play any favorites. Harry hates everybody. Limeys, Micks, Hebes, Niggers, Honkies, Fatty Dagos, Chinks, you proper name it.

Gonzales: How does he experience about Mexicans?

De Georgio: Enquire him.

Callahan:(says with a wink) 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 hateful.

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

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

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Thug i: What'due south in the bag, man?

Callahan: You dudes get lost now, ya hear?

Thug ii: Screw the bag.

Thug iii: Yeah, only requite united states the wallet at present.

(Harry clubs the 3rd thug with the bag, then kicks their pal in the face up, and then pulls his gun on the offset thug)

Callahan: (seething in desperation) Y'all don't listen too good, practice ya, asshole?

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Callahan: I'm Callahan.

Young Human: My friends call me Alice, merely I'll take a dare.

Callahan: Well, Alice, when was the last time y'all were busted?

Young Human: If you're vice, I'll kill myself.

Callahan: Well, practice information technology at home!

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Gonzalez: [about quitting the force] I've been doing a lot of thinking about it. I have a instruction 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'south wife, I'm just not sure I'm making it. He really tries and these bastards, you know, Pig this, Pig that. Ah, but possibly it's when I sentinel him walk out that door at night, and I think, what if this is the last time I always come across him again ... doesn't it drive your married woman crazy?

Callahan: Nope.

Gonzalez's wife: You mean she got used to it.

Callahan: No, she never did really.

Gonzalez's wife: Well, what and so?

Callahan: She'due south dead.

Gonzalez's wife: Oh, please forgive me.

Callahan: She was driving home late one night and a drunkard crossed the center line. There was no reason for information technology, really.

Gonzalez'due south wife: I'thou and so sorry.

Callahan: That'due south o.k. Look, I want you to tell Chico that I sympathise, yous know, him quitting. I-I retrieve he'southward right. This is no life for you lot two.

Gonzalez's wife: Why do y'all stay in information technology then?

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

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De Georgio: Illegal entry, no warrant.

Callahan: Looks like we climb.

De Georgio: Uh-uh. Too much linguine. I'll observe another manner.

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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) Delight no more, I'thousand hurt, can't you lot see I'thousand hurt? Yous shot me, please don't, don't! Let me accept a medico ... Delight give me the doc, don't kill me!

Callahan: The daughter, where is she?

Scorpio: Yous tried to kill 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'south the girl?

Scorpio: I have the correct for a lawyer.

Callahan: Where'south the girl?

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

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

Callahan: Yeah, well I had some luck.

Commune Chaser: You're lucky I'm non indicting you lot for assault 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 have y'all been? Does Escobedo ring a bong? Miranda? I hateful, you lot must have heard of the Fourth Subpoena. What I'm saying is, that homo had rights.

Callahan: Well, I'one thousand all "broken upward" about that human being'due south rights.

District Attorney: You should be. I've got news for you, Callahan. Every bit presently equally he's well enough to leave the hospital, he walks.

Callahan: What are you talking about?

Commune Attorney: He'due south free.

Callahan: You lot hateful you're letting him go?

District Attorney: We have to, nosotros tin't effort him.

Callahan: And why is that?

Commune Chaser: Considering I'k non wasting a one-half a million dollars of the taxpayer's money on a trial nosotros can't perhaps win. The problem is, we don't accept any bear witness.

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

District Chaser: I call it zippo, zero.

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

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

Callahan: And who says that?

District Attorney: It's the law.

Callahan: Well then, the law is crazy!

District Attorney: This is Estimate Bannerman of the appellate courtroom. He also holds classes in Constitutional Law in Berkeley. I've asked him for an opinion — your Honor?

Gauge Bannerman: Well, in my opinion, the search of the suspect's quarters was illegal. Prove obtained thereby, such as that hunting burglarize, for instance, is inadmissible in court. You should take gotten a search warrant. I'm sorry, but it's that simple.

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

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

Callahan: But I didn't know that.

Guess: The courtroom would have to recognize the police officer's legitimate concern for the girl'southward life, but at that place is no way they tin can maybe condone police torture. All bear witness concerning the girl — the suspect'due south confession, all concrete testify — would accept to be excluded.

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

Judge: Without the evidence of the gun and the girl, (half chuckles) I couldn't convict him of spitting on the sidewalk. No, the doubtable's rights were violated, under the 4th and 5th and probably the 6th and Fourteenth Amendments.

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

District Attorney: The District Attorney'due south office, if you'll permit u.s.. I've got a wife and three kids. I don't want him on the streets any more than than you do.

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

District Attorney: What is that supposed to mean?

Callahan: I mean sooner or afterward he's gonna stub his toe and then I'll be right there.

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

Callahan: Y'all know, you're crazy if you remember you've heard the last of this guy. He's gonna kill again.

District Chaser: How practise y'all know?

Callahan: 'Cause he likes it.

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Principal: Take you lot been post-obit that human being?

Callahan: Yeah, 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 likewise damn skilful, that's how!

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Mayor: (on phone) The jet must exist fueled and ready to go in a half an hour. Skeleton crew, they must be volunteers. Tell them the man is dangerous. Well, here, I'll read you this note which was delivered at eight o'clock this morning: "To the City of San Francisco. You take double-crossed me for the concluding fourth dimension. I'm warning you to take my $200,000 in a jet airplane set up and waiting. I volition call Mayor'due south office at one o'clock and tell y'all well-nigh the hostages who I will be happy to impale if you don't do exactly what I say, Scorpio" (pauses) Well, you better have somebody standing past — information technology could be a false alert only don't count on it.

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Scorpio: Information technology's very simple. I've got the kids and you lot start screwing around, the kids start dying. Is the airplane ready?

Mayor: The jet is being fueled and ready to go at the airport. The money will be at that place past the time you get there.

Scorpio: All right, at present listen and heed very carefully. I'one thousand going to be driving along overnice and easy, just me and a bus load of kids. I'g 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. At present if you got the guts to play this game by the rules, the kids will have a prissy little plane ride.

Mayor: Well, where are y'all going?

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

Mayor: I guarantee you lot you volition non be molested in whatsoever manner. I give y'all my give-and-take of honor on it.

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

Callahan: When are you people gonna terminate messing effectually with this guy. He'south gotta be stopped now.

Mayor: He's got a bus load of kids and I can't accept that chance. I gave my word of award on it, and he will not exist molested — and that's a directly order, Callahan!

Callahan: Well, you tin can simply go yourself another delivery boy.

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

Charabanc Kid: Where are we going?

Scorpio: What? What did you say?

Bus Kid: Where are we going?

Scorpio: Nosotros're going to the ice-cream mill and meet how water ice-cream'southward fabricated. Now everyone who doesn't wanna go tin can get off right here.

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

Scorpio: [slaps the kid] Stupid kid! Come on sing everyone! 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 border of a cliff]

Scorpio: Driblet the gun, creep!

[Callahan approaches Scorpio every bit the latter laughs manically]

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

[Callahan approaches Scorpio, .44 Magnum in paw]

Scorpio: Drop the fucking gun!

[Callahan pretends to drop his gun, only to fire it at Scorpio, who lets the child get. Callahan and so approaches the wounded Scorpio and points the gun at Scorpio, who is well-nigh to remember his]

Callahan: I know what y'all're thinking, punk. Yous're thinking "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Now, to tell you the truth, I've forgotten myself in all this excitement. But existence this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world and it will blow your caput make clean off, you've gotta ask yourself a question: 'Do I feel lucky?

[Scorpio attempts to stand and catch his gun]

Callahan: Well, practice ya, punk?

[Scorpio laughs maniacally and retrieves his gun in an attempt to shoot Callahan, just to be shot in the caput and killed]

Misattributed [edit]

• Go alee, make my day.
  • The line "Go ahead, make my solar day" isn't uttered by Harry at any bespeak in the film. He instead commencement uttered it in 1983's Sudden Affect.
• Practise you feel lucky, punk?
  • The line actually said in the pic is, "You've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, exercise yous, punk?"

Taglines [edit]

• You don't assign him to murder cases - you just plow him loose.
• Detective Harry Callahan. He doesn't pause murder cases - he smashes them.
• Dirty Harry and the homicidal maniac. Harry'southward the 1 with the badge.
• Practise yous feel lucky, punk?
• With his .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, Dirty Harry wipes out crime to hell.
• Clint Eastwood is "Muddy Harry". And boy, does he get all the muddied jobs.
• Marvelous!

Bandage [edit]

• Clint Eastwood — Insp. Harry Callahan
• Harry Guardino — Lt. Al Bressler
• Reni Santoni — Insp. Chico Gonzalez
• John Vernon — The Mayor
• Andrew Robinson — Scorpio Killer
• John Larch — The Chief
• John Mitchum — Insp. Frank DiGiorgio
• Ruth Kobart — Motorcoach Driver
• Woodrow Parfrey — Mr. Jaffe
• Josef Sommer — Dist. Atty. William T. Rothko
• William Paterson — Judge Bannerman
• Curtis Mayfield — Thug who beats Scorpio (uncredited)

Encounter besides [edit]

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

External links [edit]

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

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