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Folklore? Oh, you'll make it — that's if you alive ... Only don't let your college degree become you killed 'crusade I'thou liable to get killed along with ya.

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

I know what yous're thinking. "Did he fire six shots or merely five?" Well, to tell yous the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. Simply being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the earth, and would blow your head clean off, yous've got to enquire yourself one question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?

Dingy Harry is a 1971 motion picture about a San Francisco cop with little regard for rules, but who e'er gets results, tracking downward a serial killer who snipes at random victims.

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

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

Harry Callahan [edit]

• You gotta be kidding. I don't got any fourth dimension to break in any newcomers. Why don't you lot 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 arrive — that'due south if yous live ... Just don't let your college degree get you lot killed 'crusade I'm liable to get killed along with ya.
• At present you lot know why they phone call me "Dirty Harry". I go every muddy chore 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 can have that too.

Chico Gonzalez [edit]

• No wonder they phone call him Dirty Harry. E'er 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 day until you pay me 1 hundred 1000 dollars ($100,000). If you concord say so tomorrow morning in Personal Column San Francisco Chronicle and I will set meeting. If I practice not hear from you it volition be my next pleasure to kill a Cosmic priest or a nigger. Scorpio
• [in a alphabetic character] The double-crossing San Francisco police fabricated me do this. At present ransom $200,000 in used 10s and 20s. One man with yellow bag, south side, Marina Green, E Harbor, 9 p.thousand., she has oxygen until iii a.yard. tomorrow morn, red panties and bra, prissy tits, mole on left thigh. Anything cute and you'll forcefulness me to let girl die of irksome suffocation. Scorpio
• [to Callahan, on the phone] If I even think you're existence followed, the girl dies. If you talk to anyone, I don't intendance if it'southward a Pekinese pissing confronting a lamppost, the girl dies ... No automobile. I requite y'all a certain corporeality of fourth dimension to go from telephone 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 not stupid.
• [to Callahan] Left hand. Let's come across the gun.[Harry pulls out his .44 Magnum] My! That's a big i.
• [to Callahan] No, don't laissez passer out on me now cop! No, no, no, no, no, not yet, not nevertheless, don't pass out on me yet yous rotten oinker! Do we empathize each other? I said do we understand each other? (Harry nods) Okay, now mind up cop, I changed my mind. I'one thousand going to let her die, I simply wanted you to know that. You lot hear me? I merely wanted you lot to know that before 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 at present they're trying to murder me — and look at me, simply look at me. I'g supposed to be innocent until proven guilty and just look at what they did to me. Everywhere I go, cops follow me — and just await at me.
• [to a school bus driver] Hear me, you old hag, I'm telling you lot to drive or I'll decorate this bus with your brains.
• [in a note] To the City of San Francisco — Y'all have double-crossed me for the concluding time. I'm warning you to take my $200,000 dollars and a jet aeroplane ready and waiting. I will call the Mayor'due south Office at 1 o'clock and tell you almost the hostages who I volition be happy to kill if y'all don't exercise exactly what I say. Scorpio.
• [last word to Callahan as he threatens to impale a young male child 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, nosotros pay a police department.
• Lt. Al Bressler: Just go where you're told, do what you're told, play it straight down the line ... Null cute, zippo fancy. Just pay the ransom money and report back here.

Dialogue [edit]

Mayor: All right, let's 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 take been sitting on my donkey 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? ... In that location'southward a madman loose, I've asked you lot what's existence done, fair 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 — we've arranged for rooftop surveillance and helicopter patrols particularly around the Catholic churches and schools and in the black areas.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Ballistics is checking on the slug. We're pretty sure it's a .30-06, 7 lands and grooves, right-hand twist ...

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

Mayor: Why?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Natives of Scorpio.

Mayor: Thank yous Inspector. Have whatever of you mentioned this annotation to anyone? How near you lot? (looking at Callahan)

Insp. Harry Callahan: Nobody.

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

Insp. Harry Callahan: Nobody.

Mayor: All right. Give the message to the Chronicle. We'll agree to pay, but nosotros'll tell him we need time to become the coin together.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Wait a minute. Do I get this right? Y'all're gonna play this creep'due south game?

Mayor: Information technology'll become u.s.a. more than breathing space.

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

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

Mayor: I agree with the Chief. Nosotros'll practice it this way, all correct?

Lt. Al Bressler: Cheers Mr. Mayor. Come on Callahan, let'south go.

Mayor: (calls out) Callahan.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Sir?

Mayor: I don't desire whatsoever more trouble similar you lot had concluding year in the Fillmore Commune. Sympathise? That'due south my policy.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Yeah, well, when an developed male is chasing a female with intent to commit rape, I shoot the bastard; that'due south my policy.

Mayor: Intent? How did you found that?

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

Mayor: [later on Callahan has left] I think he's got a signal.

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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: Not much.

[long interruption]

Insp. Harry Callahan: Say Jaffe, is that tan Ford still parked across 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 I tell?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Exhaust fumes coming out of the tailpipe.

Jaffe: Oh my God, that'southward awful! Await at all that pollution.

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

Jaffe: Police department?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Yes. Tell them Inspector Callahan thinks there'southward a two-11 in progress at the banking company. Be sure and tell them that's in progress.

Jaffe: In progress. Aye sir.

[goes to phone and starts dialing]

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

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[Later shooting several of the bank-robbers and stopping their getaway machine by shooting the driver, Inspector Callahan approaches the forepart steps of the banking company. The depository financial institution robber that Callahan shot showtime, wounding him and forcing him to drop his shotgun, now makes an endeavour to recall it. He pauses equally he sees Callahan approach, aiming his revolver.]

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

[The thief gives up trying to think his shotgun; Callahan picks it upward 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 merely clicks on an empty sleeping room, and he grins, laughs, and walks away.]

Thief: Son of a bitch...

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

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

Callahan: What are you going to exercise with those?

Doctor: Going to cut your pants off.

Callahan: No. I'll accept them off.

Doctor: It'll hurt.

Callahan: For $29.50, allow information technology injure. You can turn your back if you're embarrassed ...

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Gonzales: Why do they call ya "Dingy Harry"?

De Georgio: That's one affair near 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 feel almost Mexicans?

De Georgio: Ask him.

Callahan:(says with a wink) Especially Spics.

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

Gonzales: I know what yous mean.

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Pedestrian: Hey, fruitcake, what exercise y'all call back you're doing?

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

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Thug 1: What'due south 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 bag, then kicks their pal in the face up, then pulls his gun on the first thug)

Callahan: (seething in desperation) Y'all don't heed besides good, practise ya, asshole?

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Callahan: I'one thousand Callahan.

Young man: My friends call me Alice, merely I'll have a cartel.

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

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

Callahan: Well, do it at home!

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Gonzalez: [about quitting the force] I've been doing a lot of thinking about it. I accept a teaching credential and I figure, what for, yous know?

[pause]

Gonzalez's wife: I thought I could take information technology ... Whatever information technology takes to be a cop's wife, I'chiliad but not sure I'm making it. He really tries and these bastards, you know, Pig this, Pig that. Ah, but perchance information technology'southward when I lookout him walk out that door at night, and I recall, what if this is the final time I ever come across him once again ... doesn't it drive your wife 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 then?

Callahan: She's dead.

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

Callahan: She was driving home belatedly i night and a drunk crossed the center line. There was no reason for it, really.

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

Callahan: That'southward o.k. Look, I want you to tell Chico that I sympathize, yous know, him quitting. I-I call up he's right. This is no life for you two.

Gonzalez's wife: 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. Besides much linguine. I'll discover another style.

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De Georgio: Yous demand any help?

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

De Georgio: You lot're the boss.

Scorpio: (haemorrhage through his leg from a bullet wound) Please no more than, I'm hurt, can't you see I'k injure? You shot me, please don't, don't! Let me have a dr. ... Please give me the md, don't impale me!

Callahan: The girl, where is she?

Scorpio: You tried to impale me!

Callahan: If I tried that, your head'd be splattered all over this field. Now where'due south the girl?

Scorpio: I desire a lawyer!

Callahan: I said, where's the girl?

Scorpio: I take the correct for a lawyer.

Callahan: Where's the girl?

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

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

Callahan: Yeah, well I had some luck.

District Attorney: You're lucky I'k not indicting you lot for assault with intent to commit murder.

Callahan: What?!

District Attorney: Where the hell does information technology say yous've got a correct to kicking down doors, torture suspects, deny medical attention and legal counsel. Where accept you been? Does Escobedo ring a bong? Miranda? I hateful, y'all must have heard of the Fourth Subpoena. What I'g saying is, that human being had rights.

Callahan: Well, I'm all "broken upwardly" about that human's rights.

District Attorney: You should be. I've got news for you, Callahan. Equally soon as he's well enough to go out the hospital, he walks.

Callahan: What are you talking well-nigh?

District Chaser: He'south gratis.

Callahan: Yous mean you lot're letting him become?

District Attorney: We take to, we can't effort him.

Callahan: And why is that?

District Attorney: Considering I'thousand non wasting a half a million dollars of the taxpayer's money on a trial we can't possibly win. The trouble is, we don't take any bear witness.

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

District Chaser: I call it nothing, zero.

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

District Attorney: Information technology does not thing what Ballistics tin do. This burglarize might make a nice souvenir. Simply it's inadmissible as evidence.

Callahan: And who says that?

District Chaser: Information technology'due south the police force.

Callahan: Well then, the law is crazy!

District Attorney: This is Judge Bannerman of the appellate court. He as well holds classes in Constitutional Law in Berkeley. I've asked him for an opinion — your Honour?

Guess Bannerman: Well, in my opinion, the search of the suspect's quarters was illegal. Evidence obtained thereby, such as that hunting rifle, for example, is inadmissible in court. Yous should have gotten a search warrant. I'm sorry, but it's that uncomplicated.

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

District Attorney: She was in fact dead co-ordinate to the medical report.

Callahan: Only I didn't know that.

Judge: The court would have to recognize the law officer'south legitimate business for the daughter'due south life, but there is no way they can mayhap condone police torture. All prove concerning the girl — the suspect's confession, all physical evidence — would take to exist excluded.

Callahan: (sighs) There must exist something you tin can become him on.

Guess: Without the evidence of the gun and the girl, (one-half chuckles) I couldn't convict him of spitting on the sidewalk. No, the suspect's rights were violated, under the Fourth and 5th and probably the Sixth and Fourteenth Amendments.

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

District Attorney: The District Attorney's office, if y'all'll let the states. I've got a wife and three kids. I don't want him on the streets any more than y'all practise.

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

District Chaser: What is that supposed to hateful?

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

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

Callahan: You know, you're crazy if you recollect y'all've heard the final of this guy. He's gonna kill again.

District Chaser: How practise yous know?

Callahan: 'Cause he likes information technology.

---

Chief: Have you been following that man?

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

Chief: How?

Callahan: Crusade he looks too damn good, that'due south how!

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Mayor: (on telephone) The jet must exist fueled and gear up to become in a half an hour. 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 viii o'clock this morn: "To the City of San Francisco. You take double-crossed me for the last time. I'thou warning you to take my $200,000 in a jet plane set and waiting. I will call Mayor's office at one o'clock and tell you most the hostages who I will be happy to kill if you don't exercise exactly what I say, Scorpio" (pauses) Well, you better take somebody standing past — it could be a false alarm but don't count on information technology.

---

Scorpio: It's very simple. I've got the kids and y'all get-go screwing effectually, the kids start dying. Is the plane ready?

Mayor: The jet is being fueled and ready to get at the airport. The money will be there past the fourth dimension you get there.

Scorpio: All right, now mind and heed very carefully. I'one thousand going to be driving along nice and easy, just me and a bus load of kids. I'm going to turn off on the Sir Francis Drake Blvd. on my way to the Santa Rosa Airdrome. I don't want to see any police cars, helicopters, whatever. Now if y'all got the guts to play this game by the rules, the kids will have a nice little 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 you will not be molested in whatsoever style. I requite you lot my word of award on it.

---

Chief: Callahan? — y'all willing to take the money to him?

Callahan: When are yous people gonna stop messing effectually with this guy. He's gotta be stopped now.

Mayor: He's got a bus load of kids and I tin can't take that gamble. I gave my give-and-take of honour on it, and he will not be molested — and that's a direct club, Callahan!

Callahan: Well, y'all tin can just get yourself another delivery boy.

---

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

Jitney Child: Where are we going?

Scorpio: What? What did you say?

Bus Child: Where are we going?

Scorpio: Nosotros're going to the water ice-foam factory and see how ice-cream'south made. Now everyone who doesn't wanna get tin can get off right here.

Motorcoach Kid: I wanna go home to my mommy.

Scorpio: [slaps the kid] Stupid kid! Come on sing everyone! Sing or I'll become 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 blow his brains out! [continues laughing manically]

[Callahan approaches Scorpio, .44 Magnum in hand]

Scorpio: Drop the fucking gun!

[Callahan pretends to driblet his gun, only to fire it at Scorpio, who lets the kid become. 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 lot're thinking "Did he fire half-dozen shots or only five?" Now, to tell you lot the truth, I've forgotten myself in all this excitement. Just being this is a .44 Magnum, the nearly powerful handgun in the world and information technology will blow your head clean off, you've gotta ask yourself a question: 'Do I feel lucky?

[Scorpio attempts to stand and grab his gun]

Callahan: Well, exercise ya, punk?

[Scorpio laughs maniacally and retrieves his gun in an endeavour to shoot Callahan, just to exist shot in the head and killed]

Misattributed [edit]

• Get ahead, make my day.
  • The line "Go ahead, brand my day" isn't uttered by Harry at any point in the motion picture. He instead beginning uttered it in 1983's Sudden Impact.
• Exercise you feel lucky, punk?
  • The line really said in the movie is, "Yous've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, practice you, punk?"

Taglines [edit]

• You don't assign him to murder cases - you merely plow him loose.
• Detective Harry Callahan. He doesn't break murder cases - he smashes them.
• Dirty Harry and the homicidal maniac. Harry'due south the one with the bluecoat.
• Practice y'all 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 muddy 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 Main
• 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 too [edit]

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

External links [edit]

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

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