He Will Come Again in Glory to Judge the Living and the Dead

Folklore? Oh, you'll get in — that's if you live ... Just don't let your higher degree get you killed 'cause I'm liable to get killed forth with ya.

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

I know what you're thinking. "Did he burn vi shots or only v?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head make clean off, you've got to enquire yourself one question: "Practise I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?

Dirty Harry is a 1971 moving-picture show nigh a San Francisco cop with little regard for rules, but who always gets results, tracking down a serial killer who snipes at random victims.

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

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

Harry Callahan [edit]

• Y'all gotta be kidding. I don't got any time to break in any newcomers. Why don't you do this male child a favor ... if I need a partner, I'll get me someone who knows what the hell he's doin'.
• [to Gonzalez] Folklore? Oh, yous'll get in — that's if you alive ... But don't allow your college degree get you killed 'cause I'm liable to get killed along with ya.
• Now you lot know why they phone call me "Dirty Harry". I get every muddied job that comes forth.
• Gonzalez was obeying orders from his superior, me ... he didn't know anything about information technology. And when this mess is over, if he [the Main] wants my badge, well, he tin can accept that too.

Chico Gonzalez [edit]

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

Scorpio Killer [edit]

• [in note to the mayor] To the City of San Francisco, I will enjoy killing ane person every twenty-four hours until y'all pay me one hundred yard dollars ($100,000). If yous concur say and then tomorrow forenoon in Personal Column San Francisco Chronicle and I will set up coming together. If I practice not hear from you it will be my next pleasance to kill a Catholic priest or a nigger. Scorpio
• [in a letter] The double-crossing San Francisco police fabricated me practise this. Now ransom $200,000 in used 10s and 20s. Ane man with yellow pocketbook, south side, Marina Green, Due east Harbor, 9 p.one thousand., she has oxygen until three a.m. tomorrow morning, reddish panties and bra, overnice tits, mole on left thigh. Annihilation cute and y'all'll force me to let girl die of slow 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 intendance if it's a Pekinese pissing against a lamppost, the girl dies ... No car. I give yous a sure corporeality of fourth dimension to become from phone booth to telephone berth. I ring four times. You don't answer by the fourth ring, I hang up and that'south the end of the game. The girl dies ... Cop! ... I hope y'all're not stupid.
• [to Callahan] Left hand. Permit's see the gun.[Harry pulls out his .44 Magnum] My! That'southward a large one.
• [to Callahan] No, don't pass out on me now cop! No, no, no, no, no, not yet, not yet, don't pass out on me still y'all rotten oinker! Do we understand each other? I said practise nosotros understand each other? (Harry nods) Okay, now mind upward cop, I changed my mind. I'm going to allow her dice, I just wanted y'all to know that. Yous hear me? I just wanted you lot to know that earlier I killed y'all![laughs crazily] Adieu, 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'g supposed to be innocent until proven guilty and merely look at what they did to me. Everywhere I go, cops follow me — and only expect at me.
• [to a school bus driver] Hear me, you quondam hag, I'm telling yous to drive or I'll decorate this bus with your brains.
• [in a note] To the Urban center of San Francisco — You lot have double-crossed me for the terminal fourth dimension. I'm alarm y'all to have my $200,000 dollars and a jet aeroplane ready and waiting. I volition phone call the Mayor's Office at one o'clock and tell you nearly the hostages who I will be happy to kill if y'all don't do exactly what I say. Scorpio.
• [last word to Callahan as he threatens to impale a young male child fishing] Drop the gun, creep! I'll blow his brains out! [chuckles evilly] Drib 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: But go where you're told, do what y'all're told, play information technology straight down the line ... Nothing cute, null fancy. Just pay the ransom money and written report back here.

Dialogue [edit]

Mayor: All right, let's take information technology.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Take what?

Mayor: Your written report. What have you been doing?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Oh, well for the past 3 quarters of an hour, I have been sitting on my ass in your outer office, waiting on you.

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

Mayor: Won't you sit downwards Inspector Callahan? ... There's a madman loose, I've asked you what's being done, off-white enough?

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 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's a .30-06, 7 lands and grooves, correct-hand twist ...

Lt. Al Bressler: Sir — nosotros're running a computer cheque 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. Have any of you mentioned this note to anyone? How almost you? (looking at Callahan)

Insp. Harry Callahan: Nobody.

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

Insp. Harry Callahan: Nobody.

Mayor: All right. Requite the message to the Chronicle. We'll agree to pay, but we'll tell him we need fourth dimension to get the coin together.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Expect a minute. Do I get this right? You're gonna play this creep's game?

Mayor: Information technology'll become us more breathing space.

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

Chief: No, none of that. You'd stop up with a real claret-bath.

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

Lt. Al Bressler: Thanks Mr. Mayor. Come on Callahan, allow'southward go.

Mayor: (calls out) Callahan.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Sir?

Mayor: I don't want any more than problem like you had last yr in the Fillmore Commune. Empathize? That'south my policy.

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

Mayor: Intent? How did you found that?

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

Mayor: [afterward Callahan has left] I remember 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 make?

Jaffe: Non much.

[long pause]

Insp. Harry Callahan: Say Jaffe, is that tan Ford nonetheless 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: Frazzle fumes coming out of the tailpipe.

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

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

Jaffe: Police department?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Yep. Tell them Inspector Callahan thinks there's a 2-11 in progress at the banking company. Be certain 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 but wait for the cavalry to get in. [immediately, an warning bell goes off and a gunshot is heard] Ah, shit!

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[After shooting several of the depository financial institution-robbers and stopping their getaway motorcar by shooting the driver, Inspector Callahan approaches the front steps of the bank. The depository financial institution robber that Callahan shot first, wounding him and forcing him to drop his shotgun, at present makes an effort to retrieve it. He pauses as 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 track myself. But beingness this is a .44 Magnum, the about powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Practice I feel lucky?' Well, do yous, punk?

[The thief gives upward trying to call back 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, simply the gun simply clicks on an empty chamber, and he grins, laughs, and walks away.]

Thief: Son of a bitch...

• Note: bolded portion is ranked #51 in the American Film Institute's listing of the tiptop 100 movie quotations in American picture palace.

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Medico: Sure, Harry. Nosotros can save the leg. [takes out some scissors]

Callahan: What are you going to practise with those?

Doctor: Going to cut your pants off.

Callahan: No. I'll take them off.

Md: It'll injure.

Callahan: For $29.fifty, let it injure. Y'all can turn your back if you're embarrassed ...

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

De Georgio: That's one thing almost 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 feel most Mexicans?

De Georgio: Ask him.

Callahan:(says with a wink) Particularly Spics.

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

Gonzales: I know what you mean.

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

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

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

Callahan: You dudes get lost now, ya hear?

Thug 2: Screw the handbag.

Thug 3: Yeah, just give us the wallet at present.

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

Callahan: (seething in desperation) Y'all don't heed too practiced, exercise ya, asshole?

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Callahan: I'grand Callahan.

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

Callahan: Well, Alice, when was the final time yous were busted?

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

Callahan: Well, do information technology at home!

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

[pause]

Gonzalez's wife: I thought I could take it ... Any it takes to be a cop'due south married woman, I'm only non sure I'1000 making it. He really tries and these bastards, you lot know, Squealer this, Squealer that. Ah, but mayhap information technology'due south when I watch him walk out that door at night, and I think, what if this is the concluding time I ever see him once again ... doesn't it drive your wife crazy?

Callahan: Nope.

Gonzalez's wife: Yous mean she got used to information technology.

Callahan: No, she never did really.

Gonzalez'due south wife: Well, what then?

Callahan: She'due south dead.

Gonzalez's wife: Oh, delight forgive me.

Callahan: She was driving home late 1 night and a boozer crossed the heart line. There was no reason for it, really.

Gonzalez'due south wife: I'yard and so sorry.

Callahan: That's o.k. Expect, I desire you to tell Chico that I sympathise, you know, him quitting. I-I think he's correct. This is no life for you two.

Gonzalez'south married woman: Why exercise you lot 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 similar nosotros climb.

De Georgio: Uh-uh. Too much linguine. I'll find another way.

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De Georgio: Yous need any help?

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

De Georgio: You're the dominate.

Scorpio: (bleeding through his leg from a bullet wound) Please no more, I'yard hurt, can't you run into I'thousand injure? You shot me, delight don't, don't! Allow me accept a doc ... Please give me the medico, don't impale me!

Callahan: The girl, 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's the girl?

Scorpio: I want a lawyer!

Callahan: I said, where's the girl?

Scorpio: I have the correct for a lawyer.

Callahan: Where's the girl?

Scorpio: I have the right for a lawyer, don't shoot me, I take rights, desire a lawyer.......(now whimpers in pain as Harry steps on his injury, causing nonetheless 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 astonishing.

Callahan: Aye, well I had some luck.

Commune Attorney: You're lucky I'thousand not indicting y'all for set on with intent to commit murder.

Callahan: What?!

Commune Attorney: Where the hell does it say you've got a correct to kick down doors, torture suspects, deny medical attention and legal counsel. Where have you been? Does Escobedo ring a bell? Miranda? I mean, you lot must have heard of the Fourth Amendment. What I'm saying is, that human had rights.

Callahan: Well, I'm all "broken up" about that homo'southward rights.

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

Callahan: What are you talking nigh?

District Attorney: He'south complimentary.

Callahan: You mean you're letting him go?

Commune Attorney: Nosotros have to, we can't try him.

Callahan: And why is that?

Commune Attorney: Because I'm not wasting a half a million dollars of the taxpayer's coin on a trial we can't possibly win. The problem is, nosotros don't have whatever show.

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

District Chaser: I call it nothing, zero.

Callahan: Are you trying to tell me that Ballistics tin can't lucifer the bullet upward to this rifle?

Commune Attorney: It does not matter what Ballistics tin can do. This burglarize might brand a dainty gift. Merely information technology's inadmissible every bit evidence.

Callahan: And who says that?

District Chaser: Information technology's the law.

Callahan: Well so, the constabulary is crazy!

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

Judge Bannerman: Well, in my opinion, the search of the suspect'south quarters was illegal. Evidence 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's that simple.

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

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

Callahan: But I didn't know that.

Estimate: The courtroom would have to recognize the police officer's legitimate concern for the daughter's life, just there is no manner they can possibly disregard police torture. All evidence apropos the daughter — the doubtable's confession, all physical bear witness — would have to be excluded.

Callahan: (sighs) There must be something you tin 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 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 die. Who speaks for her?

District Chaser: The Commune Chaser's role, if you'll let us. I've got a married woman and three kids. I don't want him on the streets whatsoever more than you do.

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

Commune Attorney: What is that supposed to hateful?

Callahan: I mean sooner or subsequently he's gonna stub his toe and then I'll be right in that location.

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

Callahan: Y'all know, you're crazy if you think you've heard the last of this guy. He's gonna kill again.

District Attorney: How practise you know?

Callahan: 'Cause he likes information technology.

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Main: Have y'all been following that man?

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

Primary: How?

Callahan: Cause he looks likewise damn good, that's how!

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Mayor: (on phone) The jet must be fueled and ready to go in a half an hour. Skeleton crew, they must be volunteers. Tell them the homo is unsafe. Well, here, I'll read you this note which was delivered at 8 o'clock this morning time: "To the City of San Francisco. You take double-crossed me for the final time. I'm warning you to accept my $200,000 in a jet airplane ready and waiting. I will phone call Mayor'south office at one o'clock and tell you almost the hostages who I will exist happy to kill if you don't practise exactly what I say, Scorpio" (pauses) Well, you ameliorate accept somebody standing by — it could be a faux alarm just don't count on it.

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Scorpio: It'southward very unproblematic. I've got the kids and you showtime screwing around, the kids outset dying. Is the plane ready?

Mayor: The jet is existence fueled and ready to go at the drome. The money will be there by the fourth dimension you get there.

Scorpio: All right, now listen and mind very carefully. I'm going to exist driving along nice and like shooting fish in a barrel, just me and a jitney load of kids. I'chiliad going to turn off on the Sir Francis Drake Blvd. on my way to the Santa Rosa Airport. I don't want to run across any law cars, helicopters, whatever. Now if yous got the guts to play this game past the rules, the kids will have a nice little aeroplane ride.

Mayor: Well, where are you lot going?

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

Mayor: I guarantee you you will non exist molested in any way. I requite you my give-and-take of honour on it.

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Master: Callahan? — you willing to take the money to him?

Callahan: When are you people gonna terminate messing around with this guy. He'due south gotta be stopped now.

Mayor: He'south got a passenger vehicle load of kids and I can't take that chance. I gave my word of honor on it, and he will not exist molested — and that's a direct guild, Callahan!

Callahan: Well, you lot can only get yourself some other commitment boy.

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

Bus Kid: Where are we going?

Scorpio: What? What did you say?

Bus Child: Where are we going?

Scorpio: We're going to the ice-cream factory and see how ice-foam'due south made. Now anybody who doesn't wanna become can get off right here.

Bus Kid: I wanna go dwelling house to my mommy.

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

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[The Scorpio Killer holds an innocent kid hostage at the edge of a cliff]

Scorpio: Drop the gun, pitter-patter!

[Callahan approaches Scorpio as the latter laughs manically]

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

[Callahan approaches Scorpio, .44 Magnum in hand]

Scorpio: Drop the fucking gun!

[Callahan pretends to driblet his gun, merely 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 nigh to retrieve his]

Callahan: I know what you lot're thinking, punk. You're thinking "Did he fire six shots or only v?" 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 world and it will accident your caput clean off, yous've gotta ask yourself a question: 'Do 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 endeavor to shoot Callahan, merely to be shot in the head and killed]

Misattributed [edit]

• Go ahead, make my day.
  • The line "Go alee, brand my day" isn't uttered by Harry at whatsoever indicate in the film. He instead showtime uttered it in 1983'south Sudden Impact.
• Practice y'all feel lucky, punk?
  • The line actually said in the picture show is, "You've got to ask yourself one question: 'Exercise I experience lucky?' Well, do you, punk?"

Taglines [edit]

• You don't assign him to murder cases - you just plow him loose.
• Detective Harry Callahan. He doesn't break murder cases - he smashes them.
• Dingy Harry and the homicidal maniac. Harry's the one with the badge.
• Do you feel lucky, punk?
• With his .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, Dirty Harry wipes out law-breaking to hell.
• Clint Eastwood is "Dirty Harry". And boy, does he go 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 Main
• John Mitchum — Insp. Frank DiGiorgio
• Ruth Kobart — Bus Driver
• Woodrow Parfrey — Mr. Jaffe
• Josef Sommer — Dist. Atty. William T. Rothko
• William Paterson — Approximate Bannerman
• Curtis Mayfield — Thug who beats Scorpio (uncredited)

See also [edit]

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

External links [edit]

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

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