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Sociology? Oh, y'all'll get in — that's if you live ... Just don't let your college degree go you killed 'cause I'thousand liable to get killed along with ya.

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

I know what y'all're thinking. "Did he fire six shots or only v?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the almost powerful handgun in the world, 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 about a San Francisco cop with little regard for rules, but who e'er 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, Yous just plow him loose.[taglines]

Harry Callahan [edit]

  • Yous gotta be kidding. I don't got any time to intermission in any newcomers. Why don't you do this boy a favor ... if I demand a partner, I'll get me someone who knows what the hell he's doin'.
  • [to Gonzalez] Sociology? Oh, you'll go far — that'south if you live ... Just don't allow your higher degree get you killed 'cause I'm liable to get killed along with ya.
  • Now you know why they call me "Muddied Harry". I get every dirty chore that comes forth.
  • Gonzalez was obeying orders from his superior, me ... he didn't know anything virtually it. And when this mess is over, if he [the Principal] wants my badge, well, he tin take that too.

Chico Gonzalez [edit]

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

Scorpio Killer [edit]

  • [in note to the mayor] To the Urban center of San Francisco, I will enjoy killing one person every solar day until y'all pay me 1 hundred thousand dollars ($100,000). If you agree say so tomorrow morning time in Personal Column San Francisco Chronicle and I will set meeting. If I practice not hear from you it will be my next pleasance to impale a Cosmic priest or a nigger. Scorpio
  • [in a letter] The double-crossing San Francisco police force made me do this. Now ransom $200,000 in used 10s and 20s. Ane man with yellow bag, south side, Marina Greenish, East Harbor, 9 p.m., she has oxygen until 3 a.thou. tomorrow morning, red panties and bra, dainty tits, mole on left thigh. Anything cute and you'll forcefulness me to let girl die of boring suffocation. Scorpio
  • [to Callahan, on the phone] If I even think you lot're being followed, the daughter dies. If yous talk to anyone, I don't intendance if information technology's a Pekinese pissing against a lamppost, the girl dies ... No motorcar. I give you a sure amount of time to go from phone booth to phone booth. I ring four times. Y'all don't respond by the quaternary ring, I hang up and that's the end of the game. The girl dies ... Cop! ... I hope y'all're not stupid.
  • [to Callahan] Left paw. Let'due south see the gun.[Harry pulls out his .44 Magnum] My! That'due south a big one.
  • [to Callahan] No, don't pass out on me now cop! No, no, no, no, no, not yet, not all the same, don't pass out on me nevertheless y'all rotten oinker! Exercise we understand each other? I said practise nosotros understand each other? (Harry nods) Okay, at present listen up cop, I changed my heed. I'thousand going to allow her die, I just wanted you to know that. Y'all hear me? I just wanted you to know that before I killed you![laughs crazily] Goodbye, Callahan!
  • [in the infirmary, with a dilapidated face] They tried to frame me with the Deacon girl murder, and now they're trying to murder me — and await at me, simply await at me. I'm supposed to be innocent until proven guilty and just look at what they did to me. Everywhere I go, cops follow me — and just wait at me.
  • [to a school bus driver] Hear me, y'all old hag, I'yard telling you to bulldoze or I'll decorate this bus with your brains.
  • [in a annotation] To the City of San Francisco — You accept double-crossed me for the last time. I'one thousand alert you to have my $200,000 dollars and a jet airplane set up and waiting. I will phone call the Mayor'due south Office at i o'clock and tell yous about the hostages who I will be happy to kill if you lot don't practise exactly what I say. Scorpio.
  • [terminal give-and-take to Callahan as he threatens to impale a young boy fishing] Drop the gun, creep! 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 department.
  • Lt. Al Bressler: Just go where you're told, practice what you're told, play it direct down the line ... Nothing cute, nothing fancy. Just pay the ransom coin and report back here.

Dialogue [edit]

Mayor: All right, allow's take information technology.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Have what?
Mayor: Your written report. What have you 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.
Lt. Al Bressler: Dammit all, Harry, that's the Mayor you're talking to! ...
Mayor: Won't you sit down Inspector Callahan? ... There'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 peak prowlers, rifle nuts, peepers..
Lt. Al Bressler: Mr. Mayor — nosotros've bundled for rooftop surveillance and helicopter patrols especially around the Cosmic churches and schools and in the black areas.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Ballistics is checking on the slug. We're pretty certain it'southward a .30-06, seven lands and grooves, right-hand twist ...
Lt. Al Bressler: Sir — nosotros're running a computer check on everybody in the files whose altogether falls betwixt October 23rd and November 21st.
Mayor: Why?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Natives of Scorpio.
Mayor: Cheers Inspector. Have any of you mentioned this note to anyone? How nearly you? (looking at Callahan)
Insp. Harry Callahan: Nobody.
Mayor: Your wife, sweetheart, ... press?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Nobody.
Mayor: All correct. Requite the message to the Relate. We'll agree to pay, but nosotros'll tell him we demand fourth dimension to go the money together.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Wait a minute. Practice I get this right? You're gonna play this pitter-patter's game?
Mayor: Information technology'll go us more breathing space.
Insp. Harry Callahan: It also might get somebody killed. Why don't you let me encounter with the son-of-a-bowwow?
Chief: No, none of that. You'd stop upwards with a real blood-bath.
Mayor: I concur with the Chief. We'll exercise it this manner, all right?
Lt. Al Bressler: Give thanks you 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 last twelvemonth in the Fillmore District. Empathise? That's my policy.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Yeah, well, when an developed male person is chasing a female with intent to commit rape, I shoot the bastard; that's my policy.
Mayor: Intent? How did you establish that?
Insp. Harry Callahan: When a naked man is chasing a adult female through an aisle 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 point.
[Harry visits his favorite diner]
Insp. Harry Callahan: Hey there, Jaffe; the usual.
Jaffe: The usual luncheon or the usual dinner?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Well, what departure does that make?
Jaffe: Non much.
[long intermission]
Insp. Harry Callahan: Say Jaffe, is that tan Ford yet parked across in front of the bank?
Jaffe: Tan Ford ... Mmm mmm aye. 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 atrocious! Look at all that pollution.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Yeah. Do me a favor. [gives him slip of newspaper] Call this phone number.
Jaffe: Police section?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Yeah. Tell them Inspector Callahan thinks there's a 2-xi 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 wait for the cavalry to get in. [immediately, an alarm bell goes off and a gunshot is heard] Ah, shit!
[After shooting several of the depository financial institution-robbers and stopping their getaway car by shooting the driver, Inspector Callahan approaches the front steps of the bank. The bank robber that Callahan shot first, 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 lot're thinking: "Did he burn down half dozen shots or merely five?" Well, to tell you lot the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost runway myself. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the globe, and would blow your head clean off, you lot'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 upwardly 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 bitch...
  • Notation: bolded portion is ranked #51 in the American Motion-picture show Found's list of the top 100 movie quotations in American cinema.
Doctor: Sure, Harry. We can salvage the leg. [takes out some scissors]
Callahan: What are you lot going to do with those?
Doctor: Going to cutting your pants off.
Callahan: No. I'll have them off.
Medico: It'll hurt.
Callahan: For $29.50, let it injure. You can turn your dorsum if you're embarrassed ...
Gonzales: Why do they telephone call ya "Dirty Harry"?
De Georgio: That's ane thing about our Harry, he doesn't play whatsoever favorites. Harry hates everybody. Limeys, Micks, Hebes, Niggers, Honkies, Fatty Dagos, Chinks, you lot name it.
Gonzales: How does he feel virtually 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 you mean.
Pedestrian: Hey, fruitcake, what do you call back you're doing?
Callahan: Become the hell out of the way, hammerhead.
Thug 1: What's in the purse, man?
Callahan: You dudes get lost now, ya hear?
Thug 2: Spiral the bag.
Thug three: Yeah, only give united states the wallet now.
(Harry clubs the 3rd thug with the purse, then kicks their pal in the face up, and then pulls his gun on the first thug)
Callahan: (seething in agony) You lot don't listen too good, do ya, asshole?
Callahan: I'1000 Callahan.
Young Man: My friends telephone call me Alice, but I'll take a cartel.
Callahan: Well, Alice, when was the last time y'all were busted?
Young man: If yous're vice, I'll impale myself.
Callahan: Well, do information technology at dwelling house!
Gonzalez: [about quitting the forcefulness] I've been doing a lot of thinking nigh it. I accept a teaching credential and I effigy, what for, you know?
[suspension]
Gonzalez's wife: I thought I could accept it ... Whatsoever it takes to be a cop'due south wife, I'm just not sure I'm making it. He really tries and these bastards, you know, Pig this, Pig that. Ah, merely maybe it's when I watch him walk out that door at night, and I think, what if this is the concluding fourth dimension 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'south dead.
Gonzalez's wife: Oh, delight forgive me.
Callahan: She was driving home late ane night and a boozer crossed the center line. At that place was no reason for it, really.
Gonzalez's wife: I'yard so sorry.
Callahan: That'southward o.k. Expect, I desire you to tell Chico that I sympathise, you know, him quitting. I-I think he's right. This is no life for you two.
Gonzalez's wife: Why do yous stay in it and so?
Callahan: I don't know, I really don't.
De Georgio: Illegal entry, no warrant.
Callahan: Looks similar we climb.
De Georgio: Uh-uh. Also much linguine. I'll find some other fashion.
De Georgio: Y'all need whatever help?
Callahan: Go on out and go some air, fatso.
De Georgio: Yous'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? You shot me, please don't, don't! Let me have a doctor ... Please give me the dr., don't impale 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'southward the girl?
Scorpio: I have the right for a lawyer.
Callahan: Where'due south the girl?
Scorpio: I take the right for a lawyer, don't shoot me, I have rights, want a lawyer.......(now whimpers in hurting as Harry steps on his injury, causing still more than suffering)
District Attorney: I've just been looking over your arrest written report. A very unusual slice of constabulary work. Really amazing.
Callahan: Yes, 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 information technology say y'all've got a right to kicking downward doors, torture suspects, deny medical attention and legal counsel. Where have you lot been? Does Escobedo ring a bell? Miranda? I mean, yous must have heard of the Fourth Amendment. What I'm proverb is, that man had rights.
Callahan: Well, I'm all "cleaved up" about that man's rights.
District Chaser: You should be. I've got news for you, Callahan. Equally soon as he'south well plenty to leave the hospital, he walks.
Callahan: What are you talking most?
District Attorney: He's free.
Callahan: Y'all hateful you're letting him go?
Commune Attorney: We have to, we tin can't attempt him.
Callahan: And why is that?
District Attorney: Because I'm non wasting a one-half a million dollars of the taxpayer's coin on a trial nosotros can't perhaps win. The problem is, we don't have any evidence.
Callahan: Evidence? What the hell practise you phone call that? [He gestures toward Scorpio's weapon]
District Attorney: I call information technology zippo, nix.
Callahan: Are you trying to tell me that Ballistics can't match the bullet up to this rifle?
District Attorney: Information technology does not affair what Ballistics tin practise. This rifle might brand a nice souvenir. But information technology's inadmissible as evidence.
Callahan: And who says that?
District Attorney: It's the law.
Callahan: Well then, the police is crazy!
District Attorney: This is Guess Bannerman of the appellate court. He also holds classes in Ramble Law in Berkeley. I've asked him for an opinion — your Award?
Judge Bannerman: Well, in my opinion, the search of the doubtable's quarters was illegal. Evidence obtained thereby, such as that hunting rifle, for case, is inadmissible in courtroom. Y'all should have gotten a search warrant. I'thou distressing, but it'due south that simple.
Callahan: Search warrant!? There was a girl dying.
District Chaser: She was in fact dead co-ordinate to the medical written report.
Callahan: Merely I didn't know that.
Judge: The court would have to recognize the police officer's legitimate business for the daughter's life, simply there is no way they can possibly condone police torture. All evidence concerning the girl — the suspect's confession, all physical evidence — would have to exist excluded.
Callahan: (sighs) In that location must be something you can become him on.
Judge: Without the evidence of the gun and the girl, (one-half chuckles) I couldn't convict him of spitting on the sidewalk. No, the doubtable'southward rights were violated, nether the Fourth and Fifth and probably the 6th and Fourteenth Amendments.
Callahan: And Anne Marie Deacon, what well-nigh her rights? I hateful, she's raped and left in a pigsty to die. Who speaks for her?
District Attorney: The District Attorney's part, if you'll let u.s.a.. I've got a wife and three kids. I don't want him on the streets any more than yous exercise.
Callahan: Well, he won't be out in that location long.
Commune Chaser: What is that supposed to mean?
Callahan: I hateful sooner or afterwards he's gonna stub his toe and so I'll be correct there.
District Attorney: This function won't stand for any harassment.
Callahan: Y'all know, you're crazy if you call up you've heard the last of this guy. He's gonna kill over again.
District Chaser: How do you lot know?
Callahan: 'Crusade he likes it.
Master: Take you been post-obit that man?
Callahan: Yeah, I've been following him on my own fourth dimension. And anybody can tell I didn't do that to him.
Chief: How?
Callahan: Crusade he looks too damn expert, that's how!
Mayor: (on phone) The jet must be fueled and ready to go in a half an hr. Skeleton crew, they must be volunteers. Tell them the human is unsafe. Well, here, I'll read you this notation which was delivered at eight o'clock this morning: "To the City of San Francisco. You take double-crossed me for the last fourth dimension. I'm warning you to accept my $200,000 in a jet airplane set and waiting. I will call Mayor's office at ane o'clock and tell you about the hostages who I volition exist happy to impale if y'all don't do exactly what I say, Scorpio" (pauses) Well, you better have somebody standing by — information technology could be a fake alarm simply don't count on it.
Scorpio: It's very simple. I've got the kids and you start screwing around, the kids start dying. Is the plane prepare?
Mayor: The jet is being fueled and set to go at the airdrome. The money will exist in that location by the time y'all become at that place.
Scorpio: All right, now listen and listen very carefully. I'm going to exist driving along nice and easy, just me and a motorcoach load of kids. I'thousand going to turn off on the Sir Francis Drake Blvd. on my fashion to the Santa Rosa Airport. I don't want to run into whatever law cars, helicopters, whatever. Now if yous got the guts to play this game by the rules, the kids will have a nice piffling plane ride.
Mayor: Well, where are you going?
Scorpio: I'll tell the pilot when I get on the airplane. No alerts, nothin'.
Mayor: I guarantee you yous volition not be molested in whatsoever way. I give you my give-and-take of honor on information technology.
Chief: Callahan? — you willing to take the money to him?
Callahan: When are you lot people gonna stop messing around with this guy. He'due south gotta exist stopped now.
Mayor: He'due south got a motorbus load of kids and I can't take that chance. I gave my give-and-take of honor on it, and he will not exist molested — and that's a direct gild, Callahan!
Callahan: Well, you can just become yourself another delivery boy.
Scorpio: [singing] Row, row, row your boat/gently downwardly the stream/merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily ...
Double-decker Child: Where are nosotros going?
Scorpio: What? What did y'all say?
Bus Kid: Where are we going?
Scorpio: Nosotros're going to the ice-foam mill and encounter how ice-cream's fabricated. Now everyone who doesn't wanna become can get off right here.
Bus Child: I wanna go dwelling house to my mommy.
Scorpio: [slaps the kid] Stupid kid! Come on sing everyone! Sing or I'll go dwelling house and kill all your mommies, sing, sing!
[The Scorpio Killer holds an innocent kid hostage at the edge of a cliff]
Scorpio: Driblet the gun, pitter-patter!
[Callahan approaches Scorpio as the latter laughs manically]
Scorpio: I'll accident his brains out! [continues laughing manically]
[Callahan approaches Scorpio, .44 Magnum in manus]
Scorpio: Drop the fucking gun!
[Callahan pretends to driblet his gun, only to fire it at Scorpio, who lets the kid go. Callahan then approaches the wounded Scorpio and points the gun at Scorpio, who is about to retrieve his]
Callahan: I know what yous're thinking, punk. Yous're thinking "Did he fire half dozen shots or only 5?" Now, to tell you the truth, I've forgotten myself in all this excitement. But beingness this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the globe and it will blow your caput clean off, you've gotta enquire yourself a question: 'Exercise I experience lucky?
[Scorpio attempts to stand and grab his gun]
Callahan: Well, do ya, punk?
[Scorpio laughs maniacally and retrieves his gun in an attempt to shoot Callahan, just to be shot in the head and killed]

Misattributed [edit]

  • Become ahead, make my day.
    • The line "Go ahead, brand my day" isn't uttered past Harry at any point in the picture show. He instead first uttered it in 1983'southward Sudden Impact.
  • Practise you lot feel lucky, punk?
    • The line actually said in the film is, "You've got to inquire yourself one question: 'Do I experience lucky?' Well, do you lot, punk?"

Taglines [edit]

  • You don't assign him to murder cases - you but turn him loose.
  • Detective Harry Callahan. He doesn't break murder cases - he smashes them.
  • Dirty Harry and the homicidal maniac. Harry's the ane with the badge.
  • Do you feel lucky, punk?
  • With his .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the earth, Dirty Harry wipes out crime to hell.
  • Clint Eastwood is "Muddied Harry". And boy, 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 Principal
  • John Mitchum — Insp. Frank DiGiorgio
  • Ruth Kobart — Bus Driver
  • Woodrow Parfrey — Mr. Jaffe
  • Josef Sommer — Dist. Atty. William T. Rothko
  • William Paterson — Gauge Bannerman
  • Curtis Mayfield — Thug who beats Scorpio (uncredited)

See as well [edit]

  • Magnum Force (1973)
  • The Enforcer (1976)
  • Sudden Touch on (1983)
  • The Dead Pool (1988)

External links [edit]

Wikipedia

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

You Don't Judge Me Cause if You Did Baby I Would Judge You Too

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