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Sociology? Oh, you'll arrive — that's if you live ... Merely don't let your college caste get yous killed 'cause I'chiliad liable to get killed along with ya.

When a naked human being is chasing a woman through an alley with a butcher pocketknife and a hard-on, I effigy he isn't out collecting for the Ruddy Cross.

I know what you're thinking. "Did he burn down six shots or but 5?" Well, to tell y'all the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. Just being every bit this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the earth, and would accident your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself 1 question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, exercise ya, punk?

Muddy Harry is a 1971 picture show about a San Francisco cop with fiddling regard for rules, but who ever gets results, tracking downward a serial killer who snipes at random victims.

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

Yous don't assign him to murder cases, You only 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 practice this boy a favor ... if I need a partner, I'll become me someone who knows what the hell he'due south doin'.
  • [to Gonzalez] Sociology? Oh, you'll make it — that's if you live ... Just don't let your college degree get you killed 'cause I'thou liable to get killed along with ya.
  • Now y'all know why they call me "Dirty Harry". I go every dirty job 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 can take that too.

Chico Gonzalez [edit]

  • No wonder they call him Muddy Harry. E'er get the shit-end of the stick.

Scorpio Killer [edit]

  • [in note to the mayor] To the City of San Francisco, I will enjoy killing one person every solar day until y'all pay me ane hundred 1000 dollars ($100,000). If you lot agree say so tomorrow forenoon in Personal Column San Francisco Chronicle and I will set upward meeting. If I do not hear from y'all it volition be my adjacent pleasure to impale a Cosmic priest or a nigger. Scorpio
  • [in a alphabetic character] The double-crossing San Francisco police made me practice this. Now ransom $200,000 in used 10s and 20s. 1 human being with yellow pocketbook, south side, Marina Green, E Harbor, 9 p.m., she has oxygen until 3 a.yard. tomorrow morning, red panties and bra, nice tits, mole on left thigh. Anything beautiful and yous'll force me to let girl dice of slow suffocation. Scorpio
  • [to Callahan, on the telephone] If I even think you're being followed, the girl dies. If you talk to anyone, I don't care if it's a Pekinese pissing against a lamppost, the daughter dies ... No auto. I give you a certain amount of time to go from telephone booth to phone booth. I ring 4 times. You don't answer by the 4th ring, I hang up and that's the stop of the game. The girl dies ... Cop! ... I promise y'all're not stupid.
  • [to Callahan] Left paw. Let's see the gun.[Harry pulls out his .44 Magnum] My! That's a big one.
  • [to Callahan] No, don't pass out on me now cop! No, no, no, no, no, not yet, not still, don't laissez passer out on me yet you rotten oinker! Do we sympathize each other? I said practise we sympathise each other? (Harry nods) Okay, now listen up cop, I changed my mind. I'thou going to let her dice, I just wanted you to know that. Yous hear me? I simply wanted you to know that before I killed yous![laughs crazily] Cheerio, 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 look at me, just look at me. I'yard supposed to be innocent until proven guilty and just look at what they did to me. Everywhere I get, cops follow me — and just look at me.
  • [to a schoolhouse bus driver] Hear me, you onetime hag, I'thousand 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 last time. I'thousand alarm you to have my $200,000 dollars and a jet airplane ready and waiting. I will call the Mayor'south Office at 1 o'clock and tell you about the hostages who I volition be happy to kill if you don't do exactly what I say. Scorpio.
  • [last word to Callahan as he threatens to kill a young boy angling] Drib the gun, pitter-patter! I'll blow his brains out! [chuckles evilly] Driblet 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 department.
  • Lt. Al Bressler: Just go where you're told, practice what you're told, play it direct downwardly the line ... Cypher beautiful, cypher fancy. Merely pay the ransom money and study back here.

Dialogue [edit]

Mayor: All right, let's accept 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 accept been sitting on my ass in your outer role, waiting on you.
Lt. Al Bressler: Dammit all, Harry, that'due south the Mayor you're talking to! ...
Mayor: Won't you lot sit down Inspector Callahan? ... There's a madman loose, I've asked you what's being washed, fair enough?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Nosotros've got a dozen men checking identification files, checking on all known extortionists, roof elevation prowlers, rifle nuts, peepers..
Lt. Al Bressler: Mr. Mayor — we've arranged for rooftop surveillance and helicopter patrols especially 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'south a .xxx-06, seven lands and grooves, right-hand twist ...
Lt. Al Bressler: Sir — nosotros're running a computer 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 any of you mentioned this annotation to anyone? How virtually you? (looking at Callahan)
Insp. Harry Callahan: Nobody.
Mayor: Your married woman, sweetheart, ... printing?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Nobody.
Mayor: All right. Give the message to the Chronicle. Nosotros'll agree to pay, but we'll tell him we demand time to get the coin together.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Expect a infinitesimal. Exercise I get this right? You're gonna play this creep's game?
Mayor: It'll go us more than breathing infinite.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Information technology also might get somebody killed. Why don't you lot let me run into with the son-of-a-bitch?
Chief: No, none of that. You'd terminate up with a real blood-bath.
Mayor: I agree with the Chief. Nosotros'll do it this way, all right?
Lt. Al Bressler: Thanks Mr. Mayor. Come on Callahan, permit's get.
Mayor: (calls out) Callahan.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Sir?
Mayor: I don't want any more problem like you lot had concluding twelvemonth in the Fillmore District. Understand? 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 homo is chasing a woman through an alley with a butcher pocketknife and a hard-on, I figure he isn't out collecting for the Red Cross.
Mayor: [later Callahan has left] I think he'south got a point.
[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 pause]
Insp. Harry Callahan: Say Jaffe, is that tan Ford still parked across in front of the bank?
Jaffe: Tan Ford ... Mmm mmm yeah. Tan Ford.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Engine running?
Jaffe: I don't know. How can I tell?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Exhaust fumes coming out of the tailpipe.
Jaffe: Oh my God, that'south atrocious! Look at all that pollution.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Yep. Exercise me a favor. [gives him sideslip of paper] Telephone call this telephone number.
Jaffe: Police department?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Yeah. Tell them Inspector Callahan thinks in that location'due south a ii-11 in progress at the bank. 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 arrive. [immediately, an alert bell goes off and a gunshot is heard] Ah, shit!
[After shooting several of the banking company-robbers and stopping their getaway car past shooting the driver, Inspector Callahan approaches the front end steps of the bank. The bank robber that Callahan shot first, wounding him and forcing him to drop his shotgun, now makes an effort to retrieve it. He pauses every bit he sees Callahan approach, aiming his revolver.]
Callahan: I know what you're thinking: "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost runway myself. Only being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would accident your head make clean off, yous've got to ask yourself i question: 'Practice I feel lucky?' Well, do you, punk?
[The thief gives up trying to retrieve his shotgun; Callahan picks it up 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, only the gun just clicks on an empty sleeping accommodation, and he grins, laughs, and walks away.]
Thief: Son of a bowwow...
  • Note: bolded portion is ranked #51 in the American Flick Institute's list of the top 100 movie quotations in American cinema.
Doctor: Sure, Harry. We tin relieve the leg. [takes out some scissors]
Callahan: What are you going to practise with those?
Doctor: Going to cutting your pants off.
Callahan: No. I'll take them off.
Doctor: It'll injure.
Callahan: For $29.50, let it injure. You can turn your back if you're embarrassed ...
Gonzales: Why do they call ya "Muddied Harry"?
De Georgio: That'south ane thing almost 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 almost Mexicans?
De Georgio: Ask him.
Callahan:(says with a wink) Especially Spics.
Callahan: These loonies. They ought to throw a internet over the whole bunch of 'em.
Gonzales: I know what you mean.
Pedestrian: Hey, fruitcake, what do you lot call back yous're doing?
Callahan: Get the hell out of the way, hammerhead.
Thug 1: What's in the purse, human?
Callahan: You dudes get lost now, ya hear?
Thug 2: Screw the bag.
Thug 3: Yeah, just give us the wallet at present.
(Harry clubs the 3rd thug with the bag, then kicks their pal in the face, and so pulls his gun on the first thug)
Callahan: (seething in desperation) You don't listen too skilful, do ya, asshole?
Callahan: I'm Callahan.
Boyfriend: My friends call me Alice, just I'll accept a cartel.
Callahan: Well, Alice, when was the last time you lot were disrepair?
Boyfriend: If you're vice, I'll kill myself.
Callahan: Well, practise it at habitation!
Gonzalez: [about quitting the force] I've been doing a lot of thinking well-nigh it. I have a teaching credential and I effigy, what for, you lot know?
[pause]
Gonzalez'due south married woman: I thought I could take it ... Whatever it takes to be a cop's married woman, I'm just non sure I'm making it. He actually tries and these bastards, you know, Sus scrofa this, Pig that. Ah, but maybe it'southward when I watch him walk out that door at dark, and I call up, what if this is the last time I ever encounter him again ... doesn't it drive your wife crazy?
Callahan: Nope.
Gonzalez's wife: Y'all hateful she got used to information technology.
Callahan: No, she never did really.
Gonzalez's wife: Well, what then?
Callahan: She'due south dead.
Gonzalez's wife: Oh, delight forgive me.
Callahan: She was driving habitation tardily one night and a drunk crossed the center line. There was no reason for information technology, really.
Gonzalez's wife: I'1000 so distressing.
Callahan: That'southward o.chiliad. Look, I want y'all to tell Chico that I sympathize, you know, him quitting. I-I think he's correct. This is no life for you lot two.
Gonzalez's wife: Why do y'all stay in it and then?
Callahan: I don't know, I actually don't.
De Georgio: Illegal entry, no warrant.
Callahan: Looks like nosotros climb.
De Georgio: Uh-uh. Likewise much linguine. I'll discover another fashion.
De Georgio: You need whatsoever aid?
Callahan: Go 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'one thousand hurt, can't you see I'1000 hurt? You shot me, please don't, don't! Let me have a doctor ... Please give me the doctor, don't kill me!
Callahan: The girl, where is she?
Scorpio: You lot tried to kill me!
Callahan: If I tried that, your caput'd be splattered all over this field. Now where's the girl?
Scorpio: I want a lawyer!
Callahan: I said, where's the girl?
Scorpio: I have the right for a lawyer.
Callahan: Where'south the girl?
Scorpio: I have the right for a lawyer, don't shoot me, I have rights, desire a lawyer.......(now whimpers in hurting equally Harry steps on his injury, causing withal more suffering)
District Attorney: I've but been looking over your arrest study. A very unusual piece of police force work. Really amazing.
Callahan: Yeah, well I had some luck.
District Attorney: You'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 downwardly doors, torture suspects, deny medical attention and legal counsel. Where accept you been? Does Escobedo ring a bell? Miranda? I mean, you must take heard of the Quaternary Amendment. What I'chiliad saying is, that man had rights.
Callahan: Well, I'm all "broken up" nearly that human being's rights.
District Attorney: Y'all should be. I've got news for y'all, Callahan. As soon as he's well enough to leave the hospital, he walks.
Callahan: What are you talking about?
Commune Attorney: He's complimentary.
Callahan: Y'all mean you're letting him go?
Commune Attorney: We have to, we can't try him.
Callahan: And why is that?
District Attorney: Because I'chiliad 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 accept any evidence.
Callahan: Evidence? What the hell do you phone call that? [He gestures toward Scorpio'southward weapon]
Commune Attorney: I call it zip, zero.
Callahan: Are you lot trying to tell me that Ballistics can't match the bullet up to this rifle?
District Attorney: It does not matter what Ballistics can do. This rifle might make a dainty souvenir. Simply it's inadmissible as show.
Callahan: And who says that?
District Attorney: It's the law.
Callahan: Well then, the law is crazy!
District Chaser: This is Estimate Bannerman of the appellate court. He also holds classes in Constitutional Law in Berkeley. I've asked him for an opinion — your Honor?
Estimate Bannerman: Well, in my opinion, the search of the suspect'south quarters was illegal. Show obtained thereby, such every bit that hunting rifle, for case, is inadmissible in court. Y'all should have gotten a search warrant. I'm sorry, but it's that simple.
Callahan: Search warrant!? There was a daughter dying.
Commune Attorney: She was in fact dead according to the medical report.
Callahan: But I didn't know that.
Guess: The court would have to recognize the police officer'southward legitimate concern for the girl'south life, but there is no style they tin can possibly disregard police torture. All evidence concerning the girl — the suspect'due south confession, all physical bear witness — would accept to be excluded.
Callahan: (sighs) There must be something you tin can become 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 suspect'south rights were violated, nether the Fourth and 5th and probably the Sixth and Fourteenth Amendments.
Callahan: And Anne Marie Deacon, what about her rights? I hateful, she's raped and left in a hole to die. Who speaks for her?
Commune Attorney: The District Attorney'southward office, if you lot'll permit us. I've got a married woman and iii kids. I don't desire him on the streets whatsoever more you do.
Callahan: Well, he won't be out there long.
District Attorney: What is that supposed to mean?
Callahan: I mean sooner or subsequently he'southward gonna stub his toe and and so I'll be right there.
Commune Chaser: This role won't stand for any harassment.
Callahan: You lot know, y'all're crazy if you lot call up you've heard the concluding of this guy. He'due south gonna kill again.
District Attorney: How do you know?
Callahan: 'Crusade he likes it.
Chief: Take you been following that man?
Callahan: Yep, I've been following him on my own time. And anybody can tell I didn't do that to him.
Chief: How?
Callahan: Cause he looks too damn good, that's how!
Mayor: (on telephone) The jet must be fueled and gear up to get in a half an hour. Skeleton crew, they must be volunteers. Tell them the man is unsafe. Well, here, I'll read yous this note which was delivered at 8 o'clock this morning time: "To the City of San Francisco. You have double-crossed me for the last time. I'm alarm you to accept my $200,000 in a jet airplane ready and waiting. I will telephone call Mayor's function at one o'clock and tell you nigh the hostages who I will exist happy to impale if you don't practise exactly what I say, Scorpio" (pauses) Well, you lot better have somebody standing by — it could be a imitation alert merely don't count on it.
Scorpio: It'southward very simple. I've got the kids and y'all start screwing around, the kids start dying. Is the plane prepare?
Mayor: The jet is being fueled and ready to go at the airport. The money will exist there past the fourth dimension you go there.
Scorpio: All right, now heed and listen very carefully. I'thousand going to exist driving along dainty and piece of cake, just me and a double-decker 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 desire to come across whatsoever constabulary cars, helicopters, whatever. Now if yous got the guts to play this game by the rules, the kids will have a overnice picayune plane ride.
Mayor: Well, where are you going?
Scorpio: I'll tell the airplane pilot when I get on the airplane. No alerts, nothin'.
Mayor: I guarantee y'all yous will non exist molested in any fashion. I give you my word of accolade on information technology.
Chief: Callahan? — y'all willing to have the coin to him?
Callahan: When are y'all people gonna end messing effectually with this guy. He's gotta exist stopped now.
Mayor: He's got a omnibus load of kids and I tin can't take that chance. I gave my word of honor on information technology, and he volition not exist molested — and that'southward a direct guild, Callahan!
Callahan: Well, you can only become yourself another delivery boy.
Scorpio: [singing] Row, row, row your boat/gently downwardly the stream/merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily ...
Bus Kid: Where are we going?
Scorpio: What? What did you say?
Motorcoach Kid: Where are we going?
Scorpio: We're going to the ice-cream factory and meet how ice-cream's made. Now everyone who doesn't wanna go can go off right here.
Bus Child: I wanna go dwelling house to my mommy.
Scorpio: [slaps the kid] Stupid child! Come on sing anybody! Sing or I'll go habitation and kill all your mommies, sing, sing!
[The Scorpio Killer holds an innocent kid hostage at the edge of a cliff]
Scorpio: Drib 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 manus]
Scorpio: Drop the fucking gun!
[Callahan pretends to drop his gun, just to fire it at Scorpio, who lets the child go. Callahan then approaches the wounded Scorpio and points the gun at Scorpio, who is nigh to call back his]
Callahan: I know what yous're thinking, punk. Yous're thinking "Did he fire half dozen shots or simply five?" At present, to tell you the truth, I've forgotten myself in all this excitement. Simply being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the globe and it volition blow your head clean off, you lot've gotta ask yourself a question: 'Exercise I experience lucky?
[Scorpio attempts to stand and grab his gun]
Callahan: Well, do ya, punk?
[Scorpio laughs maniacally and retrieves his gun in an try to shoot Callahan, only to be shot in the head and killed]

Misattributed [edit]

  • Go ahead, brand my day.
    • The line "Become alee, brand my day" isn't uttered by Harry at any point in the film. He instead first uttered information technology in 1983's Sudden Impact.
  • Do you experience lucky, punk?
    • The line actually said in the film is, "You've got to inquire yourself 1 question: 'Do I experience lucky?' Well, do you lot, punk?"

Taglines [edit]

  • You don't assign him to murder cases - you just turn him loose.
  • Detective Harry Callahan. He doesn't intermission murder cases - he smashes them.
  • Dingy Harry and the homicidal bedlamite. Harry's the 1 with the bluecoat.
  • Do y'all experience 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 male child, does he go all the dingy jobs.
  • Marvelous!

Cast [edit]

  • Clint Eastwood — Insp. Harry Callahan
  • Harry Guardino — Lt. Al Bressler
  • Reni Santoni — Insp. Chico Gonzalez
  • John Vernon — The Mayor
  • Andrew Robinson — Scorpio Killer
  • John Larch — The Chief
  • John Mitchum — Insp. Frank DiGiorgio
  • Ruth Kobart — Coach Driver
  • Woodrow Parfrey — Mr. Jaffe
  • Josef Sommer — Dist. Atty. William T. Rothko
  • William Paterson — Judge Bannerman
  • Curtis Mayfield — Thug who beats Scorpio (uncredited)

See also [edit]

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

External links [edit]

Wikipedia

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

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