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Sociology? Oh, you'll go far — that's if you alive ... Only don't let your higher caste get you killed 'cause I'chiliad liable to go killed along with ya.

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

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

Muddy Harry is a 1971 film about a San Francisco cop with petty regard for rules, but who always gets results, tracking downwards 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).

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

Harry Callahan [edit]

You gotta exist kidding. I don't got any fourth dimension to break in any newcomers. Why don't yous do this boy a favor ... if I demand a partner, I'll get me someone who knows what the hell he'due south doin'.
[to Gonzalez] Sociology? Oh, y'all'll go far — that's if you lot live ... Just don't let your college degree get you killed 'cause I'grand liable to become killed forth with ya.
At present you lot know why they telephone call me "Dirty Harry". I get every muddy chore 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 tin accept that too.

Chico Gonzalez [edit]

No wonder they call him Dirty 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 twenty-four hours until you pay me i hundred chiliad dollars ($100,000). If you concord say so tomorrow morning in Personal Cavalcade San Francisco Relate and I will set upward meeting. If I do not hear from you information technology will be my next pleasure to kill a Catholic priest or a nigger. Scorpio
[in a letter] The double-crossing San Francisco constabulary made me do this. Now ransom $200,000 in used 10s and 20s. One man with yellow bag, due south side, Marina Green, East Harbor, 9 p.m., she has oxygen until 3 a.m. tomorrow morning, cherry-red panties and bra, nice tits, mole on left thigh. Anything cute and you'll forcefulness me to let girl die of wearisome suffocation. Scorpio
[to Callahan, on the phone] If I even think you're being followed, the girl dies. If you talk to anyone, I don't care if information technology's a Pekinese pissing against a lamppost, the girl dies ... No automobile. I requite you lot a certain amount of time to go from phone booth to telephone booth. I ring four times. You don't respond by the fourth band, I hang upwardly and that's the stop of the game. The girl dies ... Cop! ... I hope you're not stupid.
[to Callahan] Left hand. Let'south run into the gun.[Harry pulls out his .44 Magnum] My! That'southward a big one.
[to Callahan] No, don't pass out on me now cop! No, no, no, no, no, not yet, non yet, don't laissez passer out on me withal you rotten oinker! Do we empathize each other? I said do we understand each other? (Harry nods) Okay, now listen up cop, I changed my listen. I'g going to let her die, I but wanted you to know that. Y'all hear me? I just wanted you to know that earlier I killed yous![laughs crazily] Adieu, Callahan!
[in the hospital, with a battered face up] They tried to frame me with the Deacon daughter murder, and now they're trying to murder me — and look at me, merely await at me. I'm supposed to be innocent until proven guilty and just wait at what they did to me. Everywhere I go, cops follow me — and just look at me.
[to a school motorcoach commuter] Hear me, y'all former hag, I'm telling you to drive or I'll decorate this double-decker with your brains.
[in a note] To the City of San Francisco — You take double-crossed me for the concluding time. I'thousand warning yous to accept my $200,000 dollars and a jet airplane ready and waiting. I will call the Mayor's Office at one o'clock and tell you lot nigh the hostages who I will exist happy to kill if you lot don't do exactly what I say. Scorpio.
[last discussion to Callahan as he threatens to kill a immature boy fishing] Drop the gun, creep! I'll blow his brains out! [chuckles evilly] Drib the fucking gun!

Others [edit]

Mayor: The Urban center of San Francisco does not pay criminals not to commit crimes. Instead, we pay a police force section.
Lt. Al Bressler: But become where you're told, exercise what you're told, play information technology directly down the line ... Nothing cute, nothing fancy. Just pay the ransom money and written report back here.

Dialogue [edit]

Mayor: All right, allow's have it.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Accept what?

Mayor: Your report. What have you been doing?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Oh, well for the by iii quarters of an hour, I have been sitting on my donkey in your outer office, waiting on y'all.

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

Mayor: Won't you lot sit down Inspector Callahan? ... There'southward a madman loose, I've asked y'all what'south being done, off-white plenty?

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 peculiarly 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, correct-manus twist ...

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

Mayor: Why?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Natives of Scorpio.

Mayor: Thanks Inspector. Take 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 right. Give the bulletin to the Relate. Nosotros'll agree to pay, but we'll tell him we need time to become the money together.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Await a minute. Do I get this right? You lot're gonna play this pitter-patter'southward game?

Mayor: It'll get us more than animate 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. Y'all'd end up with a real claret-bath.

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

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

Mayor: (calls out) Callahan.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Sir?

Mayor: I don't want any more trouble similar you had final year in the Fillmore District. Empathise? That's my policy.

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

Mayor: Intent? How did you establish that?

Insp. Harry Callahan: When a naked human is chasing a woman through an aisle with a butcher pocketknife and a hard-on, I figure he isn't out collecting for the Cerise Cross.

Mayor: [later Callahan has left] I think he'due south got a bespeak.

[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 deviation does that make?

Jaffe: Not much.

[long pause]

Insp. Harry Callahan: Say Jaffe, is that tan Ford still parked across in front of the bank?

Jaffe: Tan Ford ... Mmm mmm yes. 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. Practice me a favor. [gives him sideslip of newspaper] Call this telephone number.

Jaffe: Police department?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Yep. Tell them Inspector Callahan thinks there's a 2-xi 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 just wait for the cavalry to get in. [immediately, an alarm bong goes off and a gunshot is heard] Ah, shit!

[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 bank robber that Callahan shot commencement, wounding him and forcing him to drop his shotgun, now makes an effort to remember information technology. He pauses as he sees Callahan arroyo, aiming his revolver.]

Callahan: I know what you're thinking: "Did he fire 6 shots or only five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost rail myself. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the virtually powerful handgun in the world, and would accident your head make clean off, you lot've got to ask yourself i question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do you, punk?

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

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

[Callahan recocks and aims his revolver and pulls the trigger, merely 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 Found'southward list of the elevation 100 movie quotations in American cinema.

Doctor: Certain, Harry. Nosotros tin salve 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 take them off.

Doctor: It'll hurt.

Callahan: For $29.50, allow it hurt. Y'all can plow your back if yous're embarrassed ...

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

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

Gonzales: How does he experience virtually Mexicans?

De Georgio: Ask him.

Callahan:(says with a wink) Particularly Spics.

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

Gonzales: I know what you mean.

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

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

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

Callahan: Yous dudes become lost now, ya hear?

Thug ii: Screw the purse.

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

(Harry clubs the third thug with the pocketbook, and then kicks their pal in the face, then pulls his gun on the offset thug)

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

Callahan: I'thou Callahan.

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

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

Young man: If you lot're vice, I'll kill myself.

Callahan: Well, practise it at domicile!

Gonzalez: [well-nigh quitting the forcefulness] I've been doing a lot of thinking nigh it. I accept a teaching credential and I figure, what for, you know?

[pause]

Gonzalez's married woman: I thought I could take it ... Any it takes to be a cop's wife, I'thou just not sure I'm making it. He actually tries and these bastards, you know, Pig this, Pig that. Ah, only maybe information technology'southward when I lookout man him walk out that door at nighttime, and I call back, what if this is the last fourth dimension I ever come across him once again ... doesn't it bulldoze your wife crazy?

Callahan: Nope.

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

Callahan: No, she never did really.

Gonzalez'southward married woman: Well, what so?

Callahan: She'southward dead.

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

Callahan: She was driving home late 1 night and a drunk crossed the heart line. In that location was no reason for it, actually.

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

Callahan: That'southward o.k. Await, I want you to tell Chico that I understand, you know, him quitting. I-I think he'due south right. This is no life for y'all ii.

Gonzalez'south married woman: Why practice you stay in information technology and so?

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

De Georgio: Illegal entry, no warrant.

Callahan: Looks like we climb.

De Georgio: Uh-uh. Too much linguine. I'll notice some other style.

De Georgio: You need any help?

Callahan: Keep 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'k hurt, can't you lot see I'm hurt? Yous shot me, please don't, don't! Let me have a doctor ... Please requite me the doctor, don't kill me!

Callahan: The girl, where is she?

Scorpio: Y'all tried to kill me!

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

Scorpio: I desire a lawyer!

Callahan: I said, where'south the girl?

Scorpio: I take the right for a lawyer.

Callahan: Where's the girl?

Scorpio: I have 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 however more suffering)

District Attorney: I've only been looking over your arrest report. A very unusual piece of constabulary piece of work. Really astonishing.

Callahan: Yep, well I had some luck.

District Attorney: Y'all're lucky I'm not indicting you for assault with intent to commit murder.

Callahan: What?!

District Chaser: Where the hell does it say you've got a right to kick down doors, torture suspects, deny medical attention and legal counsel. Where have y'all been? Does Escobedo ring a bell? Miranda? I mean, yous must accept heard of the Fourth Amendment. What I'one thousand saying is, that homo had rights.

Callahan: Well, I'grand all "broken upwardly" virtually that man's rights.

District Attorney: You should exist. I've got news for you lot, Callahan. As soon equally he's well enough to leave the hospital, he walks.

Callahan: What are y'all talking about?

District Attorney: He'southward free.

Callahan: You mean you're letting him go?

District Chaser: Nosotros accept to, nosotros can't try him.

Callahan: And why is that?

Commune Attorney: Because I'1000 not wasting a half a million dollars of the taxpayer'due south money on a trial we can't maybe win. The problem is, we don't take any bear witness.

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

District Attorney: I call information technology nothing, zero.

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

District Chaser: Information technology does not matter what Ballistics tin can do. This burglarize might make a nice gift. Just information technology's inadmissible as testify.

Callahan: And who says that?

District Attorney: It'southward the constabulary.

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 Honor?

Judge Bannerman: Well, in my stance, the search of the doubtable's quarters was illegal. Show obtained thereby, such as that hunting burglarize, for instance, is inadmissible in court. You lot should have gotten a search warrant. I'm sorry, but it'due south that simple.

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

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

Callahan: Just I didn't know that.

Judge: The court would have to recognize the police force officer's legitimate concern for the daughter's life, but at that place is no way they tin can possibly disregard constabulary torture. All evidence concerning the girl — the suspect'south confession, all physical testify — would take to be excluded.

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

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

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

District Attorney: The Commune Chaser's office, if yous'll permit united states. I've got a wife and three kids. I don't want him on the streets any more than yous practise.

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

District Chaser: What is that supposed to hateful?

Callahan: I hateful sooner or afterward he's gonna stub his toe and so I'll be right there.

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

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

District Attorney: How do you know?

Callahan: 'Cause he likes it.

Chief: Have you been following that human?

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

Main: How?

Callahan: Crusade he looks besides damn good, that's how!

Mayor: (on phone) The jet must be fueled and ready to go in a one-half an hour. Skeleton crew, they must exist volunteers. Tell them the homo is unsafe. Well, here, I'll read y'all this notation which was delivered at eight o'clock this morning: "To the City of San Francisco. You have double-crossed me for the last time. I'm warning you to have my $200,000 in a jet airplane fix and waiting. I volition call Mayor's office at 1 o'clock and tell you almost the hostages who I will be happy to kill if you don't exercise exactly what I say, Scorpio" (pauses) Well, yous amend take somebody standing by — it could be a false alarm simply don't count on it.

Scorpio: It'south very simple. I've got the kids and you start screwing effectually, the kids start dying. Is the plane fix?

Mayor: The jet is being fueled and ready to go at the airdrome. The money will exist there by the time yous become there.

Scorpio: All right, at present listen and listen very advisedly. I'm going to be driving along squeamish and easy, merely me and a bus load of kids. I'one thousand 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. Now if you got the guts to play this game past the rules, the kids volition accept a nice piddling airplane ride.

Mayor: Well, where are you lot going?

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

Mayor: I guarantee you you will not exist molested in whatever way. I give you my word of honor on it.

Chief: Callahan? — you willing to take the coin to him?

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

Mayor: He's got a bus load of kids and I can't take that chance. I gave my word of honor on information technology, and he volition not be molested — and that'southward a direct order, Callahan!

Callahan: Well, yous can but get yourself another delivery boy.

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

Bus Kid: Where are nosotros going?

Scorpio: What? What did you say?

Bus Kid: Where are nosotros going?

Scorpio: We're going to the ice-foam factory and run into how ice-cream'due south made. Now anybody who doesn't wanna go tin can become off correct here.

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

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

[The Scorpio Killer holds an innocent child hostage at the border of a cliff]

Scorpio: Drib 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 mitt]

Scorpio: Drop the fucking gun!

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

Callahan: I know what you lot're thinking, punk. You're thinking "Did he fire 6 shots or simply five?" Now, to tell you the truth, I've forgotten myself in all this excitement. Merely beingness this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the earth and information technology will blow your head clean off, you've gotta inquire yourself a question: 'Do I feel 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, simply to be shot in the head and killed]

Misattributed [edit]

Go ahead, brand my day.
- The line "Get alee, make my day" isn't uttered by Harry at whatsoever bespeak in the film. He instead first uttered it in 1983's Sudden Touch on.
Exercise you feel lucky, punk?
- The line really said in the film is, "You lot've got to ask yourself one question: 'Practise I feel lucky?' Well, practice yous, punk?"

Taglines [edit]

You don't assign him to murder cases - you only plough him loose.
Detective Harry Callahan. He doesn't break murder cases - he smashes them.
Muddied Harry and the homicidal maniac. Harry's the i with the badge.
Do you experience lucky, punk?
With his .44 Magnum, the almost powerful handgun in the earth, Dirty Harry wipes out law-breaking to hell.
Clint Eastwood is "Muddied 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 Primary
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)

Come across also [edit]

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

External links [edit]

Muddied Harry quotes at the Internet Motion-picture show Database
Dirty Harry at Rotten Tomatoes
Dingy Harry at Filmsite.org
A guide to filming locations seen in Dirty Harry

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