I Just Want You to Know Who Youre Getting Under This Old Hat

Folklore? Oh, you'll get in — that's if y'all alive ... Just don't allow your college degree become you killed 'crusade I'grand liable to go 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 Crimson Cross.

I know what you're thinking. "Did he fire vi shots or only five?" Well, to tell you 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 enquire yourself one question: "Exercise I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?

Dirty Harry is a 1971 picture about a San Francisco cop with little regard for rules, just who ever gets results, tracking down 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 don't assign him to murder cases, You merely turn him loose.^[taglines]

Harry Callahan [edit]

• You gotta be kidding. I don't got any time to break in any newcomers. Why don't you lot do this male child 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 arrive — that's if yous live ... Merely don't permit your college degree get you killed 'cause I'k liable to go killed forth with ya.
• Now y'all know why they call me "Dirty Harry". I become every dirty job that comes along.
• Gonzalez was obeying orders from his superior, me ... he didn't know anything about it. And when this mess is over, if he [the Master] wants my bluecoat, well, he can 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 annotation to the mayor] To the City of San Francisco, I will savour killing one person every solar day until y'all pay me one hundred m dollars ($100,000). If you lot concord say so tomorrow morning in Personal Column San Francisco Relate and I will set meeting. If I practice non hear from you it volition be my adjacent pleasance to impale a Catholic 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 human with yellow purse, s side, Marina Light-green, East Harbor, 9 p.grand., she has oxygen until 3 a.one thousand. tomorrow morning time, red panties and bra, nice tits, mole on left thigh. Anything cute and y'all'll force me to allow girl die of boring suffocation. Scorpio
• [to Callahan, on the phone] If I even call back you're beingness followed, the girl dies. If you talk to anyone, I don't care if it'southward a Pekinese pissing against a lamppost, the girl dies ... No car. I give you lot a certain amount of time to get from phone booth to telephone berth. I ring four times. You don't answer by the 4th band, I hang upwardly and that's the end of the game. The daughter dies ... Cop! ... I hope you lot're non stupid.
• [to Callahan] Left hand. Let's run across the gun.[Harry pulls out his .44 Magnum] My! That'south a large 1.
• [to Callahan] No, don't pass out on me now cop! No, no, no, no, no, not yet, non yet, don't pass out on me nevertheless y'all rotten oinker! Practice we understand each other? I said practise we empathize each other? (Harry nods) Okay, now listen upwardly cop, I changed my mind. I'thousand going to let her die, I just wanted you to know that. You hear me? I but wanted you to know that before I killed you![laughs crazily] Goodbye, Callahan!
• [in the hospital, with a battered face] They tried to frame me with the Deacon girl murder, and now they're trying to murder me — and expect at me, just look 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 double-decker driver] Hear me, y'all old 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'm alarm y'all to have my $200,000 dollars and a jet airplane fix and waiting. I will call the Mayor'southward Office at one o'clock and tell you about the hostages who I volition be happy to kill if you don't practise exactly what I say. Scorpio.
• [terminal word to Callahan as he threatens to impale a young male child line-fishing] Drib 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 department.
• Lt. Al Bressler: Merely go where you lot're told, do what you're told, play it direct down the line ... Cypher cute, nothing fancy. Merely pay the ransom money and report back here.

Dialogue [edit]

Mayor: All right, let'due south take 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 hour, I take been sitting on my ass in your outer office, waiting on you.

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

Mayor: Won't yous sit Inspector Callahan? ... There'due south a madman loose, I've asked you what'southward being done, fair plenty?

Insp. Harry Callahan: We've got a dozen men checking identification files, checking on all known extortionists, roof superlative 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'southward a .30-06, vii lands and grooves, correct-hand twist ...

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

Mayor: Why?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Natives of Scorpio.

Mayor: Cheers Inspector. Have any of you lot mentioned this annotation to anyone? How about yous? (looking at Callahan)

Insp. Harry Callahan: Nobody.

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

Insp. Harry Callahan: Nobody.

Mayor: All correct. Requite the bulletin to the Chronicle. We'll concord to pay, but we'll tell him we need fourth dimension to become the coin together.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Wait a minute. Practice I get this correct? You're gonna play this creep's game?

Mayor: Information technology'll get us more breathing infinite.

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

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

Mayor: I agree with the Main. We'll practise information technology this manner, all right?

Lt. Al Bressler: Give thanks yous Mr. Mayor. Come on Callahan, let's go.

Mayor: (calls out) Callahan.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Sir?

Mayor: I don't want whatsoever more trouble like you had last year in the Fillmore Commune. Sympathize? That's my policy.

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

Mayor: Intent? How did yous institute that?

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

Mayor: [later Callahan has left] I think 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 tiffin or the usual dinner?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Well, what divergence does that brand?

Jaffe: Non much.

[long pause]

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

Jaffe: Tan Ford ... Mmm mmm aye. Tan Ford.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Engine running?

Jaffe: I don't know. How tin can I tell?

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

Jaffe: Oh my God, that's atrocious! Look at all that pollution.

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

Jaffe: Police department?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Yeah. Tell them Inspector Callahan thinks at that place's a two-eleven in progress at the depository financial institution. Exist sure and tell them that'due south in progress.

Jaffe: In progress. Yes sir.

[goes to phone and starts dialing]

Insp. Harry Callahan: At present, if they'll just wait for the cavalry to arrive. [immediately, an alarm 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 automobile past shooting the driver, Inspector Callahan approaches the front end steps of the bank. The banking company robber that Callahan shot first, wounding him and forcing him to driblet his shotgun, now makes an effort to retrieve it. He pauses equally he sees Callahan approach, aiming his revolver.]

Callahan: I know what yous're thinking: "Did he fire half-dozen shots or only five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost track myself. Just being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, yous've got to inquire yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do you, punk?

[The thief gives up trying to recollect 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 acme 100 movie quotations in American cinema.

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Doc: Certain, Harry. We can save the leg. [takes out some pair of scissors]

Callahan: What are you going to practise with those?

Doctor: Going to cut your pants off.

Callahan: No. I'll take them off.

Dr.: It'll hurt.

Callahan: For $29.fifty, let information technology hurt. You can plow your back if you're embarrassed ...

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

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

Gonzales: How does he experience about Mexicans?

De Georgio: Inquire him.

Callahan:(says with a flash) Specially Spics.

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

Gonzales: I know what yous mean.

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Pedestrian: Hey, fruitcake, what practise you call back you're doing?

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

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Thug 1: What's in the pocketbook, man?

Callahan: You lot dudes become lost now, ya hear?

Thug 2: Screw the purse.

Thug 3: Yep, merely give us the wallet now.

(Harry clubs the third thug with the bag, so kicks their pal in the confront, so pulls his gun on the first thug)

Callahan: (seething in agony) Yous don't heed as well skilful, practise ya, asshole?

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Callahan: I'm Callahan.

Boyfriend: My friends call me Alice, but I'll accept a dare.

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

Immature Man: If yous're vice, I'll impale myself.

Callahan: Well, do it at home!

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Gonzalez: [near quitting the forcefulness] I've been doing a lot of thinking near information technology. I have a teaching credential and I figure, what for, yous know?

[pause]

Gonzalez's wife: I idea I could take it ... Whatever it takes to be a cop's wife, I'g but not certain I'm making it. He really tries and these bastards, you know, Grunter this, Grunter that. Ah, simply mayhap it'southward when I watch him walk out that door at nighttime, and I think, what if this is the final time I always see him once again ... doesn't it bulldoze your wife crazy?

Callahan: Nope.

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

Callahan: No, she never did really.

Gonzalez's wife: Well, what so?

Callahan: She'due south expressionless.

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

Callahan: She was driving habitation tardily one night and a drunk crossed the center line. At that place was no reason for information technology, really.

Gonzalez's wife: I'm so deplorable.

Callahan: That's o.grand. Look, I want you to tell Chico that I understand, y'all know, him quitting. I-I think he's right. This is no life for yous two.

Gonzalez's wife: Why practice you stay in it and then?

Callahan: I don't know, I actually 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 detect another style.

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De Georgio: You need whatsoever assistance?

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

De Georgio: Y'all're the boss.

Scorpio: (bleeding through his leg from a bullet wound) Delight no more, I'yard injure, can't yous see I'm hurt? You shot me, delight don't, don't! Permit me take a doctor ... Please give me the doctor, don't kill me!

Callahan: The girl, where is she?

Scorpio: You tried to kill me!

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

Scorpio: I want a lawyer!

Callahan: I said, where's the girl?

Scorpio: I accept the correct for a lawyer.

Callahan: Where'due south the girl?

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

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Commune 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 for set on 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 accept y'all been? Does Escobedo band a bong? Miranda? I hateful, you lot must accept heard of the Fourth Amendment. What I'm saying is, that homo had rights.

Callahan: Well, I'thou all "broken upwards" about that man's rights.

District Attorney: You should be. I've got news for yous, Callahan. Equally soon as he'due south well enough to exit the hospital, he walks.

Callahan: What are you talking about?

District Attorney: He'southward free.

Callahan: You hateful y'all're letting him go?

District Attorney: We take to, we tin't try him.

Callahan: And why is that?

District Attorney: Because I'1000 not wasting a half a million dollars of the taxpayer's money on a trial we can't possibly win. The problem is, nosotros don't have any evidence.

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

District Attorney: I call it nix, zero.

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

District Attorney: It does not matter what Ballistics tin do. This rifle might make a nice souvenir. But information technology'due south inadmissible equally evidence.

Callahan: And who says that?

Commune Chaser: It's the law.

Callahan: Well so, the constabulary is crazy!

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

Judge Bannerman: Well, in my opinion, the search of the doubtable's quarters was illegal. Prove obtained thereby, such as that hunting burglarize, for example, is inadmissible in court. You should have gotten a search warrant. I'm sorry, but it's 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.

Gauge: The courtroom would have to recognize the police officer's legitimate concern for the girl'due south life, only there is no way they can possibly condone police torture. All show concerning the girl — the suspect's confession, all concrete show — would take to be excluded.

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

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

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

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

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

District Attorney: What is that supposed to mean?

Callahan: I mean sooner or later he'due south gonna stub his toe and then I'll exist right in that location.

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

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

District Attorney: How do you know?

Callahan: 'Cause he likes it.

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Primary: Have yous been following that man?

Callahan: Yeah, I've been following him on my own time. And everyone can tell I didn't do that to him.

Primary: How?

Callahan: Crusade he looks also damn practiced, that's how!

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Mayor: (on telephone) The jet must be fueled and ready to get in a half an hour. Skeleton crew, they must be volunteers. Tell them the man is unsafe. Well, here, I'll read you this note which was delivered at eight o'clock this forenoon: "To the Metropolis of San Francisco. You have double-crossed me for the last fourth dimension. I'one thousand warning you to accept my $200,000 in a jet aeroplane fix and waiting. I volition call Mayor'southward office at one o'clock and tell y'all about the hostages who I will be happy to kill if y'all don't do exactly what I say, Scorpio" (pauses) Well, y'all better have somebody standing by — it could be a false alarm but don't count on it.

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Scorpio: It's very simple. I've got the kids and you start screwing around, the kids offset dying. Is the aeroplane set up?

Mayor: The jet is existence fueled and ready to go at the drome. The money will be in that location by the fourth dimension yous go there.

Scorpio: All right, now mind and heed very carefully. I'thou going to exist driving along nice and piece of cake, 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 Airport. I don't desire to see any police cars, helicopters, whatever. Now if you got the guts to play this game by the rules, the kids will have a nice little plane ride.

Mayor: Well, where are yous going?

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

Mayor: I guarantee you yous will not be molested in any way. I give you my give-and-take of award on it.

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Primary: Callahan? — yous willing to have the money to him?

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

Mayor: He's got a bus load of kids and I can't take that adventure. I gave my word of accolade on it, and he will not be molested — and that's a straight gild, Callahan!

Callahan: Well, you tin but get yourself some other delivery boy.

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

Bus Child: Where are we going?

Scorpio: What? What did you say?

Passenger vehicle Kid: Where are we going?

Scorpio: We're going to the ice-foam factory and see how water ice-foam's made. Now anybody who doesn't wanna get can get off correct hither.

Bus Kid: I wanna go home to my mommy.

Scorpio: [slaps the kid] 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 edge 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 hand]

Scorpio: Drop the fucking gun!

[Callahan pretends to drop his gun, just to burn information technology at Scorpio, who lets the child go. Callahan and then approaches the wounded Scorpio and points the gun at Scorpio, who is nearly to retrieve his]

Callahan: I know what you're thinking, punk. You're thinking "Did he burn down half dozen shots or simply five?" Now, to tell you the truth, I've forgotten myself in all this excitement. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the almost powerful handgun in the earth and it volition blow your head clean off, you lot've gotta enquire yourself a question: 'Do I feel lucky?

[Scorpio attempts to stand and take hold of his gun]

Callahan: Well, do ya, punk?

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

Misattributed [edit]

• Go alee, make my day.
  • The line "Go alee, make my day" isn't uttered by Harry at any bespeak in the motion-picture show. He instead first uttered information technology in 1983's Sudden Impact.
• Do y'all feel lucky, punk?
  • The line actually said in the film is, "You lot've got to enquire yourself 1 question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do you lot, punk?"

Taglines [edit]

• Yous don't assign him to murder cases - you simply plough him loose.
• Detective Harry Callahan. He doesn't break murder cases - he smashes them.
• Dirty Harry and the homicidal maniac. Harry'due south the 1 with the bluecoat.
• Do you feel lucky, punk?
• With his .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, Dirty Harry wipes out criminal offense to hell.
• Clint Eastwood is "Dirty 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 — Motorbus Driver
• Woodrow Parfrey — Mr. Jaffe
• Josef Sommer — Dist. Atty. William T. Rothko
• William Paterson — Gauge Bannerman
• Curtis Mayfield — Thug who beats Scorpio (uncredited)

Run into too [edit]

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

External links [edit]

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

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