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Sociology? Oh, you'll go far — that'southward if you live ... Only don't permit your higher degree get you killed 'cause I'm liable to get killed forth with ya.

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

I know what you lot're thinking. "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost rails myself. Merely being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the earth, and would accident your caput make clean off, you've got to ask yourself ane question: "Practise I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?

Dirty Harry is a 1971 motion picture virtually a San Francisco cop with lilliputian 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, Y'all just turn him loose.^[taglines]

Harry Callahan [edit]

• You gotta be kidding. I don't got whatsoever time to suspension in any newcomers. Why don't yous do this male child 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's if you live ... Only don't let your college caste get you killed 'cause I'g liable to get killed forth 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 Chief] wants my badge, well, he can have that too.

Chico Gonzalez [edit]

• No wonder they call him Muddy 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 i person every day until you lot pay me one hundred thousand dollars ($100,000). If y'all agree say so tomorrow morning in Personal Column San Francisco Relate and I will fix meeting. If I do not hear from you it will be my side by side pleasure to kill 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. I human being with xanthous bag, south side, Marina Green, E Harbor, 9 p.one thousand., she has oxygen until three a.grand. tomorrow morning, red panties and bra, nice tits, mole on left thigh. Anything cute and you'll force me to allow girl dice of slow suffocation. Scorpio
• [to Callahan, on the phone] If I even call up you're beingness followed, the girl dies. If y'all talk to anyone, I don't care if it'southward a Pekinese pissing against a lamppost, the girl dies ... No car. I give yous a certain amount of fourth dimension to go from phone booth to phone booth. I ring four times. You don't answer by the fourth ring, I hang up and that's the end of the game. The girl dies ... Cop! ... I hope you're non stupid.
• [to Callahan] Left hand. Allow's come across the gun.[Harry pulls out his .44 Magnum] My! That'due south a large ane.
• [to Callahan] No, don't pass out on me now cop! No, no, no, no, no, not yet, not nevertheless, don't laissez passer out on me nevertheless yous rotten oinker! Do nosotros empathise each other? I said do nosotros understand each other? (Harry nods) Okay, at present listen upwardly cop, I changed my listen. I'm going to let her die, I but wanted you lot to know that. You hear me? I just wanted you to know that earlier I killed you lot![laughs crazily] Goodbye, Callahan!
• [in the hospital, with a battered face] They tried to frame me with the Deacon girl murder, and now they're trying to murder me — and look at me, only expect at me. I'm supposed to be innocent until proven guilty and just await at what they did to me. Everywhere I go, cops follow me — and merely look at me.
• [to a schoolhouse bus driver] Hear me, you old hag, I'thousand telling yous to drive or I'll decorate this bus with your brains.
• [in a notation] To the Metropolis of San Francisco — Y'all have double-crossed me for the last time. I'grand alarm you to accept my $200,000 dollars and a jet aeroplane ready and waiting. I will phone call the Mayor's Office at one o'clock and tell you nearly the hostages who I will be happy to kill if you don't do exactly what I say. Scorpio.
• [last word to Callahan as he threatens to kill a young male child fishing] Drop the gun, creep! I'll accident his brains out! [chuckles evilly] Drop the fucking gun!

Others [edit]

• Mayor: The Urban center 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 downwardly the line ... Zip cute, nothing fancy. But pay the bribe money and written report back here.

Dialogue [edit]

Mayor: All right, let's accept it.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Take what?

Mayor: Your report. What have you been doing?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Oh, well for the past three quarters of an hr, I accept been sitting on my ass in your outer office, waiting on you.

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

Mayor: Won't you sit down Inspector Callahan? ... At that place's a madman loose, I've asked you what's beingness done, off-white enough?

Insp. Harry Callahan: We've got a dozen men checking identification files, checking on all known extortionists, roof tiptop prowlers, burglarize basics, 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 blackness areas.

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

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

Mayor: Why?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Natives of Scorpio.

Mayor: Thanks Inspector. Have any of you mentioned this notation to anyone? How well-nigh you? (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 hold to pay, merely we'll tell him we need time to get the money together.

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

Mayor: It'll get the states more breathing space.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Information technology as well might become somebody killed. Why don't you let me meet with the son-of-a-bitch?

Primary: No, none of that. You'd end up with a real blood-bath.

Mayor: I agree with the Principal. We'll do it this style, all right?

Lt. Al Bressler: Give thanks y'all 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 like you lot had concluding year in the Fillmore Commune. 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'southward my policy.

Mayor: Intent? How did you constitute that?

Insp. Harry Callahan: When a naked man is chasing a adult female through an aisle with a butcher knife and a difficult-on, I figure he isn't out collecting for the Cherry Cantankerous.

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

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[Harry visits his favorite diner]

Insp. Harry Callahan: Hey in that location, Jaffe; the usual.

Jaffe: The usual luncheon or the usual dinner?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Well, what divergence does that make?

Jaffe: Not much.

[long pause]

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

Jaffe: Tan Ford ... Mmm mmm yeah. Tan Ford.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Engine running?

Jaffe: I don't know. How tin can 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: Yep. Do me a favor. [gives him slip of paper] Call this telephone number.

Jaffe: Police department?

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

Jaffe: In progress. Yeah sir.

[goes to telephone and starts dialing]

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

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[Subsequently shooting several of the bank-robbers and stopping their getaway motorcar by shooting the commuter, Inspector Callahan approaches the forepart steps of the banking company. The bank robber that Callahan shot get-go, wounding him and forcing him to drop his shotgun, now makes an attempt to retrieve it. He pauses as he sees Callahan approach, aiming his revolver.]

Callahan: I know what you're thinking: "Did he fire vi shots or only five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost track myself. Just being this is a .44 Magnum, the virtually powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, yous've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do you, punk?

[The thief gives up 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, but the gun but 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 Institute'due south list of the tiptop 100 picture quotations in American cinema.

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Doctor: Sure, Harry. We can salvage 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.

Doc: Information technology'll hurt.

Callahan: For $29.50, let information technology hurt. Y'all can turn your back if you're embarrassed ...

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Gonzales: Why do they phone call ya "Dirty Harry"?

De Georgio: That'southward one affair about our Harry, he doesn't play any favorites. Harry hates everybody. Limeys, Micks, Hebes, Niggers, Honkies, Fat Dagos, Chinks, y'all name it.

Gonzales: How does he feel about Mexicans?

De Georgio: Ask him.

Callahan:(says with a wink) Especially Spics.

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

Gonzales: I know what y'all mean.

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

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

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

Callahan: You dudes become lost now, ya hear?

Thug two: Screw the bag.

Thug 3: Yeah, but give us the wallet now.

(Harry clubs the third thug with the handbag, so kicks their pal in the face, then pulls his gun on the first thug)

Callahan: (seething in desperation) Yous don't mind too good, do ya, asshole?

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Callahan: I'm Callahan.

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

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

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

Callahan: Well, do it at abode!

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Gonzalez: [nigh 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?

[pause]

Gonzalez's wife: I thought I could take it ... Whatever it takes to be a cop's wife, I'm just not sure I'm making it. He really tries and these bastards, y'all know, Pig this, Pig that. Ah, but maybe it'south when I lookout man him walk out that door at night, and I recollect, what if this is the concluding time I ever see him again ... doesn't it drive your wife crazy?

Callahan: Nope.

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

Callahan: No, she never did really.

Gonzalez's wife: Well, what then?

Callahan: She's dead.

Gonzalez'south married woman: Oh, please forgive me.

Callahan: She was driving home late one night and a drunkard crossed the middle line. At that place was no reason for it, really.

Gonzalez's married woman: I'm so sorry.

Callahan: That'south o.yard. Look, I want you to tell Chico that I empathise, you know, him quitting. I-I call back he'due south right. This is no life for you two.

Gonzalez's married woman: Why practise you stay in it and so?

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

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De Georgio: Illegal entry, no warrant.

Callahan: Looks like nosotros climb.

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

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De Georgio: You need whatsoever assist?

Callahan: Continue out and go some air, fatso.

De Georgio: You're the dominate.

Scorpio: (bleeding through his leg from a bullet wound) Please no more, I'm hurt, can't you come across I'k injure? You shot me, please don't, don't! Let me take a medico ... Please give me the md, don't impale 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. At present where'southward the girl?

Scorpio: I desire a lawyer!

Callahan: I said, where's the girl?

Scorpio: I take the correct for a lawyer.

Callahan: Where'southward the girl?

Scorpio: I have the correct for a lawyer, don't shoot me, I accept rights, want a lawyer.......(at present whimpers in pain equally Harry steps on his injury, causing still more suffering)

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

Callahan: Yeah, well I had some luck.

District Chaser: You're lucky I'm not indicting you for assault with intent to commit murder.

Callahan: What?!

District Attorney: Where the hell does it say you lot've got a correct to kick down doors, torture suspects, deny medical attention and legal counsel. Where have you been? Does Escobedo ring a bell? Miranda? I mean, you must have heard of the Quaternary Subpoena. What I'one thousand saying is, that man had rights.

Callahan: Well, I'm all "broken up" about that man's rights.

District Chaser: You should be. I've got news for you, Callahan. As soon as he's well enough to exit the hospital, he walks.

Callahan: What are you lot talking nearly?

District Attorney: He's gratuitous.

Callahan: You lot mean you're letting him get?

District Chaser: We have to, we can't try him.

Callahan: And why is that?

Commune Attorney: Because I'grand not wasting a one-half a one thousand thousand dollars of the taxpayer'southward money on a trial we can't perhaps win. The problem is, we don't have any prove.

Callahan: Prove? What the hell practise you lot telephone call that? [He gestures toward Scorpio'southward weapon]

Commune Attorney: I call it zilch, cipher.

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

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

Callahan: And who says that?

District Attorney: It's the law.

Callahan: Well then, the police is crazy!

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

Guess Bannerman: Well, in my opinion, the search of the suspect's quarters was illegal. Evidence obtained thereby, such every bit that hunting rifle, for instance, is inadmissible in court. You should have gotten a search warrant. I'k deplorable, 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: Only I didn't know that.

Judge: The courtroom would have to recognize the police officer's legitimate concern for the girl'southward life, simply at that place is no fashion they tin can perhaps condone police torture. All evidence apropos the girl — the suspect's confession, all concrete evidence — would take to be excluded.

Callahan: (sighs) At that place must exist something yous can 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 Fourth and Fifth and probably the Sixth and Fourteenth Amendments.

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

District Attorney: The District Attorney's office, if you lot'll allow us. I've got a wife and iii kids. I don't desire him on the streets whatever more than you do.

Callahan: Well, he won't exist out at that place long.

District Attorney: What is that supposed to mean?

Callahan: I mean sooner or subsequently he'due south gonna stub his toe and then I'll be correct at that place.

Commune Chaser: This part won't stand for any harassment.

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

District Attorney: How do you know?

Callahan: 'Cause he likes information technology.

---

Primary: Have you been following that homo?

Callahan: Yeah, I've been post-obit him on my ain time. And anybody tin tell I didn't exercise that to him.

Chief: How?

Callahan: Cause he looks too damn good, that's how!

---

Mayor: (on phone) The jet must be fueled and ready to become in a half an hr. Skeleton crew, they must exist volunteers. Tell them the homo is dangerous. Well, here, I'll read you this annotation which was delivered at eight o'clock this morning: "To the Urban center of San Francisco. Yous have double-crossed me for the concluding time. I'thou alarm yous to have my $200,000 in a jet airplane fix and waiting. I will phone call Mayor's role at ane o'clock and tell you about the hostages who I will be happy to kill if yous don't do exactly what I say, Scorpio" (pauses) Well, you lot better have somebody continuing by — information technology could exist a false alert but don't count on it.

---

Scorpio: It's very unproblematic. I've got the kids and yous beginning screwing around, the kids start dying. Is the plane ready?

Mayor: The jet is beingness fueled and ready to go at the aerodrome. The money will be at that place by the fourth dimension you get at that place.

Scorpio: All right, now listen and mind very advisedly. I'm going to be driving along nice and like shooting fish in a barrel, just me and a bus load of kids. I'yard going to plough off on the Sir Francis Drake Blvd. on my way to the Santa Rosa Airport. I don't want to see any law cars, helicopters, whatever. Now if you got the guts to play this game by the rules, the kids will have a squeamish little plane ride.

Mayor: Well, where are you going?

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

Mayor: I guarantee you you will non be molested in whatsoever fashion. I give you lot my give-and-take of honor on it.

---

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

Callahan: When are you people gonna cease messing around with this guy. He'southward gotta be stopped now.

Mayor: He's got a bus load of kids and I can't have that chance. I gave my give-and-take of honor on it, and he volition not exist molested — and that'due south a direct social club, Callahan!

Callahan: Well, yous can just get yourself some other delivery male child.

---

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

Bus Child: Where are we going?

Scorpio: What? What did yous say?

Bus Kid: Where are we going?

Scorpio: We're going to the ice-foam manufactory and see how ice-cream's made. Now anybody who doesn't wanna go can become off right hither.

Charabanc Child: I wanna go home to my mommy.

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

---

[The Scorpio Killer holds an innocent kid hostage at the edge of a cliff]

Scorpio: Drop 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 hand]

Scorpio: Drib the fucking gun!

[Callahan pretends to driblet his gun, but to burn down 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. Yous're thinking "Did he fire half dozen shots or only v?" Now, to tell yous the truth, I've forgotten myself in all this excitement. Merely being this is a .44 Magnum, the virtually powerful handgun in the world and information technology will accident your caput clean off, you've gotta ask yourself a question: 'Exercise I feel lucky?

[Scorpio attempts to stand up and take hold of his gun]

Callahan: Well, do ya, punk?

[Scorpio laughs maniacally and retrieves his gun in an endeavor to shoot Callahan, only to be shot in the head and killed]

Misattributed [edit]

• Become ahead, make my twenty-four hour period.
  • The line "Become ahead, make my twenty-four hour period" isn't uttered by Harry at any signal in the film. He instead first uttered it in 1983'south Sudden Impact.
• Practise y'all feel lucky, punk?
  • The line really said in the motion-picture show is, "Yous've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I experience lucky?' Well, do y'all, 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'southward the one with the bluecoat.
• Do you feel lucky, punk?
• With his .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, Dirty Harry wipes out crime to hell.
• Clint Eastwood is "Dirty Harry". And male child, does he become 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 — Judge Bannerman
• Curtis Mayfield — Thug who beats Scorpio (uncredited)

Encounter also [edit]

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

External links [edit]

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

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