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Sociology? Oh, you'll go far — that's if you live ... Just don't let your higher degree get you killed 'crusade I'thousand liable to get killed along with ya.

When a naked human being 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 but v?" Well, to tell y'all the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost runway myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the about powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your caput clean off, yous've got to ask yourself i question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, exercise ya, punk?

Dingy Harry is a 1971 film well-nigh 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 past Don Siegel. Written past Harry Julian Fink, Rita M. Fink, Dean Riesner, Terrence Malick (uncredited), and John Milius (uncredited).

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

Harry Callahan [edit]

• You gotta be kidding. I don't got whatever fourth dimension to break in whatever newcomers. Why don't you practise this boy a favor ... if I need a partner, I'll get me someone who knows what the hell he'southward doin'.
• [to Gonzalez] Sociology? Oh, you'll go far — that'south if y'all alive ... Just don't let your higher degree get you killed 'crusade I'm liable to go killed along with ya.
• Now y'all know why they telephone call me "Dirty Harry". I get every dirty task that comes forth.
• 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 take that as well.

Chico Gonzalez [edit]

• No wonder they call him Muddy Harry. Ever 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 twenty-four hours until yous pay me one hundred thousand dollars ($100,000). If you agree say so tomorrow morning in Personal Column San Francisco Chronicle and I volition gear up coming together. If I do non hear from you lot information technology will be my next pleasance 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. One homo with xanthous pocketbook, southward side, Marina Greenish, Eastward Harbor, 9 p.m., she has oxygen until 3 a.m. tomorrow morning, cerise panties and bra, nice tits, mole on left thigh. Anything cute and you'll force me to let daughter die of slow suffocation. Scorpio
• [to Callahan, on the telephone] If I even think yous're beingness followed, the daughter dies. If you talk to anyone, I don't intendance if it's a Pekinese pissing against a lamppost, the daughter dies ... No car. I requite yous a certain corporeality of time to get from telephone booth to phone booth. I band four times. Yous don't answer by the fourth band, I hang upward and that's the end of the game. The daughter dies ... Cop! ... I hope you lot're not stupid.
• [to Callahan] Left hand. Let's see the gun.[Harry pulls out his .44 Magnum] My! That's a big one.
• [to Callahan] No, don't laissez passer out on me now cop! No, no, no, no, no, non yet, not however, don't pass out on me yet you rotten oinker! Do we understand each other? I said do we understand each other? (Harry nods) Okay, at present heed up cop, I changed my mind. I'1000 going to let her die, I only wanted you to know that. You hear me? I simply wanted you to know that before I killed you![laughs crazily] Goodbye, Callahan!
• [in the hospital, with a battered face up] They tried to frame me with the Deacon girl murder, and now they're trying to murder me — and look at me, but await at me. I'k supposed to be innocent until proven guilty and just expect at what they did to me. Everywhere I go, cops follow me — and only look at me.
• [to a school bus driver] Hear me, you old hag, I'yard telling you to drive or I'll decorate this bus with your brains.
• [in a note] To the Urban center of San Francisco — You have double-crossed me for the terminal time. I'thousand alarm you to take my $200,000 dollars and a jet airplane set and waiting. I will telephone call the Mayor'due south Function at one o'clock and tell you about the hostages who I will exist happy to impale if you don't practise exactly what I say. Scorpio.
• [last word to Callahan as he threatens to kill a immature boy angling] 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: Simply go where you're told, exercise what you're told, play it straight down the line ... Nothing cute, goose egg fancy. Just pay the ransom money and report back here.

Dialogue [edit]

Mayor: All right, let'south have it.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Have what?

Mayor: Your written report. What take you lot been doing?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Oh, well for the by three quarters of an 60 minutes, I take been sitting on my ass in your outer office, waiting on you.

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

Mayor: Won't you sit down Inspector Callahan? ... In that location'due south a madman loose, I've asked you what'southward 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 basics, peepers..

Lt. Al Bressler: Mr. Mayor — nosotros'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 sure it'south a .30-06, 7 lands and grooves, right-hand twist ...

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

Mayor: Why?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Natives of Scorpio.

Mayor: Thank you lot Inspector. Accept whatsoever of you mentioned this note to anyone? How about you? (looking at Callahan)

Insp. Harry Callahan: Nobody.

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

Insp. Harry Callahan: Nobody.

Mayor: All correct. Give the message to the Relate. We'll agree to pay, but we'll tell him we need time to go the money together.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Wait a minute. Do I become this correct? Yous're gonna play this creep's game?

Mayor: It'll get u.s.a. more animate space.

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

Primary: No, none of that. You lot'd end upwardly with a existent claret-bath.

Mayor: I hold with the Chief. Nosotros'll do information technology this way, all correct?

Lt. Al Bressler: Thank y'all Mr. Mayor. Come on Callahan, permit's get.

Mayor: (calls out) Callahan.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Sir?

Mayor: I don't want whatsoever more problem like you had final year in the Fillmore District. Understand? That'due south my policy.

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

Mayor: Intent? How did you establish 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: [afterward Callahan has left] I recollect he's 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 brand?

Jaffe: Not much.

[long intermission]

Insp. Harry Callahan: Say Jaffe, is that tan Ford still parked beyond in front of the banking company?

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! Look at all that pollution.

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

Jaffe: Police force department?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Aye. Tell them Inspector Callahan thinks at that place's a ii-11 in progress at the banking concern. 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 only await for the cavalry to make it. [immediately, an alarm bell goes off and a gunshot is heard] Ah, shit!

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[Later on 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 commencement, wounding him and forcing him to drop his shotgun, at present makes an effort to call back it. He pauses as he sees Callahan arroyo, aiming his revolver.]

Callahan: 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've kinda lost track myself. Simply beingness this is a .44 Magnum, the about powerful handgun in the earth, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself i question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, practice y'all, punk?

[The thief gives upwards trying to retrieve his shotgun; Callahan picks information technology upwardly and starts to walk away, 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 bedroom, and he grins, laughs, and walks away.]

Thief: Son of a bowwow...

• Annotation: bolded portion is ranked #51 in the American Picture show Plant'due south listing of the top 100 motion-picture show quotations in American movie house.

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Doctor: Sure, Harry. Nosotros tin salvage the leg. [takes out some scissors]

Callahan: What are you going to do with those?

Doctor: Going to cut your pants off.

Callahan: No. I'll take them off.

Medico: It'll hurt.

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

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

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

Gonzales: How does he feel near Mexicans?

De Georgio: Ask him.

Callahan:(says with a wink) Particularly Spics.

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

Gonzales: I know what you lot hateful.

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Pedestrian: Hey, fruitcake, what practice you recollect you lot're doing?

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

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

Callahan: You dudes get lost now, ya hear?

Thug 2: Screw the purse.

Thug 3: Yeah, only give united states the wallet now.

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

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

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Callahan: I'chiliad Callahan.

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

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

Swain: If you'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 about it. I have a instruction credential and I figure, what for, you know?

[pause]

Gonzalez's wife: I thought I could have it ... Any information technology takes to be a cop's wife, I'one thousand only not sure I'm making it. He really tries and these bastards, yous know, Pig this, Pig that. Ah, just maybe information technology's when I sentinel him walk out that door at night, and I think, what if this is the final time I e'er run into him again ... doesn't it drive your married woman crazy?

Callahan: Nope.

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

Callahan: No, she never did actually.

Gonzalez's married woman: Well, what and so?

Callahan: She'due south dead.

Gonzalez's wife: Oh, delight forgive me.

Callahan: She was driving home tardily one night and a boozer crossed the center line. There was no reason for it, really.

Gonzalez'due south wife: I'one thousand then sorry.

Callahan: That's o.k. Look, I want you lot to tell Chico that I understand, you lot know, him quitting. I-I recall he'southward right. This is no life for yous 2.

Gonzalez'southward wife: Why exercise y'all 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 style.

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De Georgio: You demand whatever help?

Callahan: Go on out and get some air, fatso.

De Georgio: You're the dominate.

Scorpio: (haemorrhage through his leg from a bullet wound) Please no more, I'm hurt, can't you see I'm hurt? You shot me, delight don't, don't! Permit me have a md ... Please give me the doctor, don't kill me!

Callahan: The daughter, where is she?

Scorpio: You lot tried to kill 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'due south the daughter?

Scorpio: I have the correct for a lawyer.

Callahan: Where'south the girl?

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

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District Attorney: I've just been looking over your arrest report. 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 lot for assault with intent to commit murder.

Callahan: What?!

District Attorney: Where the hell does it say you've got a right to kick downwardly doors, torture suspects, deny medical attending and legal counsel. Where have you been? Does Escobedo band a bell? Miranda? I hateful, yous must take heard of the Quaternary Amendment. What I'm saying is, that man had rights.

Callahan: Well, I'm all "broken up" most that human being'south rights.

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

Callahan: What are yous talking nearly?

District Attorney: He's free.

Callahan: You mean you're letting him go?

Commune Attorney: We have to, we can't endeavour him.

Callahan: And why is that?

Commune Chaser: Because I'm not wasting a half a million dollars of the taxpayer's money on a trial we can't possibly win. The problem is, we don't accept any evidence.

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

District Chaser: I call it null, zippo.

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

District Attorney: It does non matter what Ballistics can do. This burglarize might make a nice gift. But it'south inadmissible every bit prove.

Callahan: And who says that?

District Attorney: Information technology's the law.

Callahan: Well so, the police force is crazy!

Commune Attorney: This is Approximate Bannerman of the appellate court. He also holds classes in Constitutional Law in Berkeley. I've asked him for an stance — your Laurels?

Guess Bannerman: Well, in my stance, the search of the doubtable's quarters was illegal. Bear witness obtained thereby, such equally that hunting rifle, for instance, is inadmissible in courtroom. Y'all should take gotten a search warrant. I'm distressing, but it'southward that simple.

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

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

Callahan: Just I didn't know that.

Judge: The court would have to recognize the police officer's legitimate concern for the girl's life, but in that location is no mode they can maybe condone police force torture. All evidence concerning the girl — the suspect'southward confession, all physical evidence — would accept to exist excluded.

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

Judge: Without the evidence of the gun and the girl, (half chuckles) I couldn't captive him of spitting on the sidewalk. No, the doubtable'southward rights were violated, nether the Quaternary and Fifth 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 pigsty to die. Who speaks for her?

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

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

District Attorney: What is that supposed to mean?

Callahan: I mean sooner or later he's gonna stub his toe and so I'll be right at that place.

Commune Attorney: This part won't stand up for whatsoever harassment.

Callahan: You lot know, y'all're crazy if you think yous've heard the last of this guy. He'southward gonna kill again.

Commune Chaser: How practise you know?

Callahan: 'Cause he likes it.

---

Chief: Accept you lot been post-obit that homo?

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

Chief: How?

Callahan: Cause he looks too damn good, that'due south 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 man is dangerous. Well, here, I'll read you this note which was delivered at eight o'clock this morning time: "To the City of San Francisco. You have double-crossed me for the last fourth dimension. I'm alarm you to have my $200,000 in a jet airplane set up and waiting. I volition phone call Mayor's office at ane o'clock and tell you most the hostages who I will exist happy to kill if you lot don't practise exactly what I say, Scorpio" (pauses) Well, you meliorate have somebody standing by — it could be a faux alarm but don't count on it.

---

Scorpio: It'southward very simple. I've got the kids and you lot outset screwing effectually, the kids kickoff dying. Is the plane ready?

Mayor: The jet is beingness fueled and set up to go at the drome. The money will exist in that location by the fourth dimension you get at that place.

Scorpio: All right, now listen and listen very carefully. I'yard going to be driving along prissy and easy, just me and a bus load of kids. I'yard going to turn off on the Sir Francis Drake Blvd. on my way to the Santa Rosa Airport. I don't want to see whatsoever police cars, helicopters, whatsoever. Now if you got the guts to play this game past the rules, the kids will have a nice lilliputian plane ride.

Mayor: Well, where are yous going?

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

Mayor: I guarantee you lot you volition not exist molested in any way. I give 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 around with this guy. He's gotta exist stopped now.

Mayor: He's got a motorcoach load of kids and I tin't take that chance. I gave my word of honor on it, and he will not be molested — and that'southward a direct order, Callahan!

Callahan: Well, you lot can but become yourself another delivery boy.

---

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

Passenger vehicle Child: Where are we going?

Scorpio: What? What did yous say?

Bus Kid: Where are we going?

Scorpio: We're going to the ice-cream factory and see how ice-foam's fabricated. Now everyone who doesn't wanna go can get off correct hither.

Bus Child: I wanna become dwelling to my mommy.

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

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

[Callahan approaches Scorpio, .44 Magnum in mitt]

Scorpio: Drop the fucking gun!

[Callahan pretends to drop his gun, merely to fire it at Scorpio, who lets the kid go. Callahan so approaches the wounded Scorpio and points the gun at Scorpio, who is about to retrieve his]

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

[Scorpio attempts to stand up and catch his gun]

Callahan: Well, practise ya, punk?

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

Misattributed [edit]

• Get ahead, make my day.
  • The line "Go ahead, make my day" isn't uttered by Harry at any signal in the film. He instead commencement uttered it in 1983's Sudden Impact.
• Do you experience lucky, punk?
  • The line really said in the film is, "You've got to enquire yourself one question: 'Practice I feel lucky?' Well, do you, punk?"

Taglines [edit]

• Y'all don't assign him to murder cases - you just turn him loose.
• Detective Harry Callahan. He doesn't break murder cases - he smashes them.
• Dingy Harry and the homicidal bedlamite. Harry'south the ane with the badge.
• Do you feel lucky, punk?
• With his .44 Magnum, the almost powerful handgun in the earth, Dingy Harry wipes out criminal offense to hell.
• Clint Eastwood is "Dingy Harry". And boy, does he get 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 — Charabanc Driver
• Woodrow Parfrey — Mr. Jaffe
• Josef Sommer — Dist. Atty. William T. Rothko
• William Paterson — Judge Bannerman
• Curtis Mayfield — Thug who beats Scorpio (uncredited)

See likewise [edit]

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

External links [edit]

• 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 Muddy Harry

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