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Folklore? Oh, y'all'll go far — that's if you live ... Simply don't let your college degree go you killed 'cause I'1000 liable to get killed along with ya.

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

I know what y'all're thinking. "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost runway myself. But being every bit this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head make clean off, you've got to ask yourself ane question: "Practise I experience lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?

Dirty Harry is a 1971 moving-picture show about a San Francisco cop with little regard for rules, simply 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 Thousand. Fink, Dean Riesner, Terrence Malick (uncredited), and John Milius (uncredited).

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

Harry Callahan [edit]

• You gotta exist kidding. I don't got whatever time to break 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'due south doin'.
• [to Gonzalez] Folklore? Oh, you'll make it — that's if yous live ... Just don't permit your college degree get yous killed 'cause I'grand liable to get killed along with ya.
• At present yous know why they telephone call me "Dirty Harry". I go every dirty job that comes along.
• Gonzalez was obeying orders from his superior, me ... he didn't know anything about information technology. And when this mess is over, if he [the Chief] wants my badge, well, he tin accept that too.

Chico Gonzalez [edit]

• No wonder they call him Muddied Harry. Ever become the shit-end of the stick.

Scorpio Killer [edit]

• [in note to the mayor] To the City of San Francisco, I will savor killing one person every mean solar day until y'all pay me i hundred thou dollars ($100,000). If you concord say then tomorrow morning in Personal Column San Francisco Chronicle and I will set up meeting. If I do not hear from you it will be my next pleasance to kill a Catholic priest or a nigger. Scorpio
• [in a letter of the alphabet] The double-crossing San Francisco police fabricated me do this. Now ransom $200,000 in used 10s and 20s. One human being with yellow purse, southward side, Marina Green, East Harbor, ix p.thousand., she has oxygen until 3 a.chiliad. tomorrow morning, red panties and bra, nice tits, mole on left thigh. Anything cute and you'll force me to allow girl dice of deadening suffocation. Scorpio
• [to Callahan, on the phone] If I even think you lot're being followed, the girl dies. If y'all talk to anyone, I don't care if information technology's a Pekinese pissing against a lamppost, the girl dies ... No motorcar. I give you a certain amount of time to go from phone booth to phone booth. I ring four times. You don't reply by the quaternary ring, I hang up and that'due south the end of the game. The girl dies ... Cop! ... I hope y'all're not stupid.
• [to Callahan] Left paw. Permit'due south see the gun.[Harry pulls out his .44 Magnum] My! That'south a big one.
• [to Callahan] No, don't pass out on me now cop! No, no, no, no, no, not nonetheless, non notwithstanding, don't pass out on me yet you rotten oinker! Practice we understand each other? I said do nosotros understand each other? (Harry nods) Okay, at present listen upward cop, I changed my mind. I'grand going to let her die, I merely wanted you lot 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 dilapidated face] They tried to frame me with the Deacon daughter murder, and now they're trying to murder me — and look at me, just 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 look at me.
• [to a school bus driver] Hear me, y'all one-time hag, I'chiliad telling you to drive or I'll decorate this bus with your brains.
• [in a note] To the City of San Francisco — You have double-crossed me for the last time. I'one thousand warning y'all to take my $200,000 dollars and a jet plane ready and waiting. I volition call the Mayor's Office at one o'clock and tell y'all well-nigh the hostages who I will be happy to kill if you lot don't do exactly what I say. Scorpio.
• [last word to Callahan equally he threatens to kill a immature boy fishing] Drop the gun, creep! I'll blow his brains out! [chuckles evilly] Drop the fucking gun!

Others [edit]

• Mayor: The City of San Francisco does not pay criminals not to commit crimes. Instead, we pay a police section.
• Lt. Al Bressler: Just go where you lot're told, practise what you're told, play information technology straight down the line ... Nothing cute, nothing fancy. Just pay the ransom money and report back hither.

Dialogue [edit]

Mayor: All correct, let'southward have 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 hour, I have 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? ... There'southward a madman loose, I've asked y'all 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 nuts, peepers..

Lt. Al Bressler: Mr. Mayor — nosotros've bundled for rooftop surveillance and helicopter patrols specially around the Catholic churches and schools and in the black areas.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Ballistics is checking on the slug. Nosotros're pretty sure it's a .thirty-06, seven lands and grooves, right-mitt twist ...

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

Mayor: Why?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Natives of Scorpio.

Mayor: Give thanks you Inspector. Have any of you mentioned this annotation to anyone? How most y'all? (looking at Callahan)

Insp. Harry Callahan: Nobody.

Mayor: Your married woman, sweetheart, ... press?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Nobody.

Mayor: All right. Give the bulletin to the Chronicle. We'll agree to pay, but nosotros'll tell him we need time to go the money together.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Wait a infinitesimal. Exercise I become this right? You're gonna play this creep's game?

Mayor: Information technology'll get us more animate space.

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

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

Mayor: I agree with the Chief. We'll practice information technology this way, all right?

Lt. Al Bressler: Thank you Mr. Mayor. Come up on Callahan, permit'due south become.

Mayor: (calls out) Callahan.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Sir?

Mayor: I don't want any more problem similar you had last year in the Fillmore Commune. Sympathize? That'south 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'due south my policy.

Mayor: Intent? How did you lot institute that?

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

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

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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 nevertheless parked beyond in front 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's awful! Look at all that pollution.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Aye. Do me a favor. [gives him slip of paper] Phone call this telephone number.

Jaffe: Law department?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Yeah. Tell them Inspector Callahan thinks there's a two-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: Now, if they'll just expect for the cavalry to arrive. [immediately, an alert bell goes off and a gunshot is heard] Ah, shit!

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[After shooting several of the bank-robbers and stopping their getaway car by shooting the driver, Inspector Callahan approaches the front steps of the bank. The depository financial institution robber that Callahan shot commencement, wounding him and forcing him to drib his shotgun, now makes an effort to call back it. He pauses as he sees Callahan approach, aiming his revolver.]

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

[The thief gives upwards trying to think his shotgun; Callahan picks it up and starts to walk abroad, lowering the hammer.]

Thief: Hey! [Callahan turns around] I gots to know...

[Callahan recocks and aims his revolver and pulls the trigger, but the gun just clicks on an empty chamber, and he grins, laughs, and walks away.]

Thief: Son of a bowwow...

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

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Doctor: Sure, Harry. We tin save the leg. [takes out some scissors]

Callahan: What are y'all going to do with those?

Doctor: Going to cutting your pants off.

Callahan: No. I'll accept them off.

Physician: It'll hurt.

Callahan: For $29.50, allow it hurt. You lot tin can turn your back if you lot're embarrassed ...

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

De Georgio: That'due south i affair about our Harry, he doesn't play any favorites. Harry hates everybody. Limeys, Micks, Hebes, Niggers, Honkies, Fat Dagos, Chinks, yous name it.

Gonzales: How does he experience about Mexicans?

De Georgio: Inquire him.

Callahan:(says with a wink) Specially Spics.

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

Gonzales: I know what you mean.

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Pedestrian: Hey, fruitcake, what practise you think you lot're doing?

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

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Thug ane: What'southward in the bag, man?

Callahan: You dudes get lost now, ya hear?

Thug 2: Screw the handbag.

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

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

Callahan: (seething in agony) Yous don't listen besides good, practise ya, asshole?

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Callahan: I'g Callahan.

Immature Man: My friends call me Alice, but I'll take a dare.

Callahan: Well, Alice, when was the last fourth dimension you were busted?

Young Homo: If y'all're vice, I'll kill myself.

Callahan: Well, do it at abode!

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Gonzalez: [about quitting the force] I've been doing a lot of thinking well-nigh information technology. I have a teaching credential and I figure, what for, you know?

[pause]

Gonzalez's wife: I thought I could take information technology ... Whatsoever it takes to be a cop's wife, I'k merely not sure I'm making information technology. He really tries and these bastards, you know, Pig this, Pig that. Ah, merely maybe it'southward when I watch him walk out that door at night, and I remember, what if this is the last time I ever run across him again ... doesn't it drive your married woman crazy?

Callahan: Nope.

Gonzalez'due south married woman: You mean she got used to information technology.

Callahan: No, she never did really.

Gonzalez's wife: Well, what then?

Callahan: She's dead.

Gonzalez's wife: Oh, please forgive me.

Callahan: She was driving home late one nighttime and a drunk crossed the center line. There was no reason for it, actually.

Gonzalez'due south wife: I'm so pitiful.

Callahan: That's o.g. Wait, I want you to tell Chico that I understand, you know, him quitting. I-I retrieve he's right. This is no life for you two.

Gonzalez's married woman: Why do you stay in it 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 find another way.

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De Georgio: You need any assist?

Callahan: Get on out and go some air, fatso.

De Georgio: You're the boss.

Scorpio: (bleeding through his leg from a bullet wound) Please no more than, I'g hurt, tin't you meet I'thousand hurt? You lot shot me, delight don't, don't! Let me have a md ... Please give me the physician, 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's the girl?

Scorpio: I want a lawyer!

Callahan: I said, where'southward the daughter?

Scorpio: I have the right for a lawyer.

Callahan: Where's the girl?

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

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District Attorney: I've merely been looking over your arrest study. A very unusual piece of police work. Really amazing.

Callahan: Yeah, well I had some luck.

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

Callahan: What?!

District Attorney: Where the hell does information technology say you'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 lot must have heard of the Fourth Amendment. What I'grand maxim is, that human had rights.

Callahan: Well, I'm all "broken upward" nearly that man'southward rights.

District Attorney: You lot should be. I've got news for you, Callahan. As shortly every bit he's well enough to go out the hospital, he walks.

Callahan: What are you talking most?

Commune Attorney: He's free.

Callahan: You mean yous're letting him get?

District Attorney: Nosotros accept to, we can't attempt him.

Callahan: And why is that?

Commune Attorney: Because I'm non wasting a one-half a million dollars of the taxpayer's money on a trial nosotros can't mayhap win. The trouble is, we don't have any evidence.

Callahan: Show? What the hell do you call that? [He gestures toward Scorpio'southward weapon]

District Attorney: I call it nix, naught.

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

Commune Attorney: Information technology does not thing what Ballistics can practise. This rifle might make a nice souvenir. But information technology's inadmissible as evidence.

Callahan: And who says that?

Commune Chaser: It's the law.

Callahan: Well then, the law is crazy!

District Chaser: This is Judge Bannerman of the appellate court. He also holds classes in Constitutional Police force in Berkeley. I've asked him for an opinion — your Award?

Judge Bannerman: Well, in my opinion, the search of the suspect's quarters was illegal. Prove obtained thereby, such as that hunting rifle, for instance, is inadmissible in court. You should have gotten a search warrant. I'grand lamentable, but it'due south that uncomplicated.

Callahan: Search warrant!? There was a daughter dying.

Commune Attorney: She was in fact dead co-ordinate to the medical study.

Callahan: But I didn't know that.

Judge: The court would take to recognize the police officer'southward legitimate concern for the girl'south life, but in that location is no style they can perhaps disregard police torture. All evidence concerning the girl — the doubtable's confession, all physical evidence — would have to exist excluded.

Callahan: (sighs) At that place must be something you can get him on.

Estimate: Without the evidence of the gun and the girl, (half chuckles) I couldn't convict him of spitting on the sidewalk. No, the suspect'due south rights were violated, under the Fourth and Fifth and probably the Sixth and Fourteenth Amendments.

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

District Attorney: The District Attorney's function, if you'll let us. I've got a married woman and three kids. I don't desire him on the streets any more than you do.

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

District Chaser: What is that supposed to mean?

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

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

Callahan: You know, you're crazy if yous think you lot've heard the last of this guy. He'south gonna kill once more.

Commune Attorney: How do y'all know?

Callahan: 'Cause he likes it.

---

Primary: Take yous been following that man?

Callahan: Yeah, I've been following him on my ain fourth dimension. And anybody can tell I didn't practice that to him.

Chief: How?

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

---

Mayor: (on phone) The jet must be fueled and ready to go in a half an 60 minutes. Skeleton crew, they must be volunteers. Tell them the man is dangerous. Well, here, I'll read y'all this note which was delivered at eight o'clock this morning: "To the City of San Francisco. You take double-crossed me for the final time. I'm alert yous to accept my $200,000 in a jet airplane prepare and waiting. I volition call Mayor's function at one o'clock and tell you lot about the hostages who I will be happy to kill if you don't do exactly what I say, Scorpio" (pauses) Well, you better have somebody continuing by — it could exist a imitation alarm merely don't count on it.

---

Scorpio: Information technology'southward very elementary. I've got the kids and y'all offset screwing around, the kids start dying. Is the airplane ready?

Mayor: The jet is being fueled and ready to become at the drome. The money will be at that place by the fourth dimension yous get in that location.

Scorpio: All right, now listen and listen very advisedly. I'm going to exist driving along nice and easy, only me and a bus load of kids. I'grand going to turn off on the Sir Francis Drake Blvd. on my way to the Santa Rosa Airport. I don't want to see any police cars, helicopters, whatever. At present if you got the guts to play this game by the rules, the kids will have a nice little airplane ride.

Mayor: Well, where are yous going?

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

Mayor: I guarantee you you will not be molested in whatsoever way. I requite yous my discussion of honor on information technology.

---

Master: Callahan? — you lot willing to take the money to him?

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

Mayor: He's got a double-decker load of kids and I can't have that chance. I gave my word of honor on it, and he volition non be molested — and that's a direct gild, Callahan!

Callahan: Well, you can just get yourself another commitment male child.

---

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

Bus Kid: Where are nosotros going?

Scorpio: What? What did you say?

Passenger vehicle Kid: Where are we going?

Scorpio: Nosotros're going to the ice-cream factory and see how ice-cream's made. Now anybody who doesn't wanna go tin become off correct here.

Passenger vehicle Kid: I wanna go home to my mommy.

Scorpio: [slaps the kid] Stupid kid! Come on sing everyone! Sing or I'll get home and impale 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 as the latter laughs manically]

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

[Callahan approaches Scorpio, .44 Magnum in hand]

Scorpio: Drop the fucking gun!

[Callahan pretends to drop his gun, but to fire information technology 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 you're thinking, punk. You're thinking "Did he fire half-dozen shots or only 5?" Now, to tell you lot the truth, I've forgotten myself in all this excitement. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world and it will blow your caput clean off, you've gotta ask yourself a question: 'Do I experience lucky?

[Scorpio attempts to stand up and catch his gun]

Callahan: Well, exercise ya, punk?

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

Misattributed [edit]

• Get ahead, make my day.
  • The line "Go ahead, make my twenty-four hour period" isn't uttered by Harry at any point in the film. He instead get-go uttered it in 1983's Sudden Impact.
• Practise y'all experience lucky, punk?
  • The line really said in the pic is, "Yous've got to ask yourself one question: 'Practice I feel lucky?' Well, practise you, punk?"

Taglines [edit]

• You don't assign him to murder cases - you just turn him loose.
• Detective Harry Callahan. He doesn't break murder cases - he smashes them.
• Dirty Harry and the homicidal maniac. Harry's the one with the badge.
• Do you feel lucky, punk?
• With his .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the earth, Dirty Harry wipes out offense to hell.
• Clint Eastwood is "Dirty Harry". And male child, does he go all the dingy 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 Commuter
• 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]

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

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