All Alone Again as He Walks the Empty Path

Folklore? Oh, you'll arrive — that'due south if yous 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 aisle with a butcher knife and a difficult-on, I figure he isn't out collecting for the Carmine Cross.

I know what you're thinking. "Did he fire half dozen shots or but v?" Well, to tell y'all the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But being equally this is a .44 Magnum, the almost powerful handgun in the world, and would accident your head make clean off, you've got to enquire yourself one question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, exercise ya, punk?

Dirty Harry is a 1971 film about a San Francisco cop with trivial regard for rules, but who always gets results, tracking down a series killer who snipes at random victims.

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

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

Harry Callahan [edit]

• You gotta be kidding. I don't got whatsoever time to interruption in any newcomers. Why don't you do this boy a favor ... if I demand a partner, I'll get me someone who knows what the hell he's doin'.
• [to Gonzalez] Sociology? Oh, y'all'll arrive — that's if you lot live ... Just don't let your college caste become you killed 'crusade I'grand liable to become killed along with ya.
• Now you know why they call me "Muddy Harry". I get 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 Chief] wants my badge, well, he can have that too.

Chico Gonzalez [edit]

• No wonder they call him Muddy Harry. Ever go the shit-end of the stick.

Scorpio Killer [edit]

• [in note to the mayor] To the City of San Francisco, I will enjoy killing 1 person every 24-hour interval until you pay me ane hundred thousand dollars ($100,000). If you concord say and so tomorrow morning in Personal Column San Francisco Relate and I will ready coming together. If I do not hear from y'all it will exist my next pleasure to kill a Catholic priest or a nigger. Scorpio
• [in a letter] The double-crossing San Francisco police made me do this. Now ransom $200,000 in used 10s and 20s. One man with xanthous bag, south side, Marina Green, East Harbor, nine p.chiliad., she has oxygen until three a.k. tomorrow morning, reddish panties and bra, nice tits, mole on left thigh. Anything cute and you'll force me to let girl dice of deadening suffocation. Scorpio
• [to Callahan, on the phone] If I even think y'all'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 girl dies ... No auto. I give you a sure amount of time to get from phone booth to phone booth. I band four times. You lot don't answer by the fourth band, I hang up and that'southward the cease of the game. The girl dies ... Cop! ... I promise you're not stupid.
• [to Callahan] Left hand. Let'southward see the gun.[Harry pulls out his .44 Magnum] My! That'due south 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 laissez passer out on me yet you lot rotten oinker! Do nosotros sympathise each other? I said do nosotros understand each other? (Harry nods) Okay, now listen up cop, I changed my mind. I'm going to allow her die, I just wanted you to know that. You hear me? I only wanted yous to know that before I killed yous![laughs crazily] Goodbye, Callahan!
• [in the hospital, with a dilapidated confront] They tried to frame me with the Deacon daughter murder, and now they're trying to murder me — and look at me, just expect 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 bus driver] Hear me, you old hag, I'm telling you to drive or I'll decorate this omnibus with your brains.
• [in a note] To the City of San Francisco — You have double-crossed me for the last time. I'one thousand alert y'all to have my $200,000 dollars and a jet airplane set up and waiting. I will telephone call the Mayor's Part at one o'clock and tell you virtually the hostages who I volition exist happy to kill if you lot don't practice exactly what I say. Scorpio.
• [terminal discussion to Callahan as he threatens to kill a young male child angling] Drop the gun, creep! I'll blow his brains out! [chuckles evilly] Drop the fucking gun!

Others [edit]

• Mayor: The Metropolis of San Francisco does not pay criminals not to commit crimes. Instead, nosotros pay a law department.
• Lt. Al Bressler: But go where you're told, practice what you're told, play information technology straight downwardly the line ... Zippo beautiful, nothing fancy. Simply pay the ransom coin and report back here.

Dialogue [edit]

Mayor: All correct, let's take it.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Have what?

Mayor: Your study. What take you lot been doing?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Oh, well for the past three 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'southward the Mayor you're talking to! ...

Mayor: Won't you lot sit downward Inspector Callahan? ... There'south a madman loose, I've asked y'all what's being washed, off-white enough?

Insp. Harry Callahan: We've got a dozen men checking identification files, checking on all known extortionists, roof elevation prowlers, rifle basics, peepers..

Lt. Al Bressler: Mr. Mayor — we've arranged for rooftop surveillance and helicopter patrols specially 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 .xxx-06, seven lands and grooves, correct-hand twist ...

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

Mayor: Why?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Natives of Scorpio.

Mayor: Cheers Inspector. Accept any of yous mentioned this note to anyone? How about y'all? (looking at Callahan)

Insp. Harry Callahan: Nobody.

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

Insp. Harry Callahan: Nobody.

Mayor: All right. Requite the message to the Relate. Nosotros'll concord to pay, but we'll tell him we need fourth dimension to get the money together.

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

Mayor: It'll go us more than breathing space.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Information technology besides might get somebody killed. Why don't you allow me meet with the son-of-a-bowwow?

Main: No, none of that. You lot'd end up with a real blood-bathroom.

Mayor: I agree with the Master. Nosotros'll do it this way, all right?

Lt. Al Bressler: Thanks Mr. Mayor. Come up on Callahan, let's get.

Mayor: (calls out) Callahan.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Sir?

Mayor: I don't desire any more than trouble like you lot had last year in the Fillmore District. Understand? That'southward my policy.

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

Mayor: Intent? How did you constitute 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 Cantankerous.

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

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[Harry visits his favorite diner]

Insp. Harry Callahan: Hey there, Jaffe; the usual.

Jaffe: The usual luncheon or the usual dinner?

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

Jaffe: Non much.

[long interruption]

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

Jaffe: Oh my God, that's awful! Expect at all that pollution.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Yes. Do me a favor. [gives him slip of paper] Call this telephone number.

Jaffe: Police department?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Yeah. Tell them Inspector Callahan thinks there's a two-11 in progress at the bank. Exist sure and tell them that's in progress.

Jaffe: In progress. Yes sir.

[goes to phone and starts dialing]

Insp. Harry Callahan: At present, if they'll 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 banking concern-robbers and stopping their getaway automobile by shooting the commuter, Inspector Callahan approaches the front end steps of the depository financial institution. The bank robber that Callahan shot get-go, wounding him and forcing him to drop his shotgun, now makes an endeavour to recall information technology. He pauses equally he sees Callahan approach, aiming his revolver.]

Callahan: I know what you'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 runway myself. Merely existence this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the globe, and would blow your head make clean off, you've got to enquire yourself one question: 'Do 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, but the gun but clicks on an empty chamber, and he grins, laughs, and walks away.]

Thief: Son of a bitch...

• Annotation: bolded portion is ranked #51 in the American Picture show Institute's list of the elevation 100 moving picture quotations in American cinema.

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Physician: Certain, Harry. We tin can save the leg. [takes out some scissors]

Callahan: What are you going to do with those?

Doctor: Going to cut your pants off.

Callahan: No. I'll take them off.

Dr.: Information technology'll hurt.

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

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Gonzales: Why practice they call ya "Dingy Harry"?

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

Gonzales: How does he feel virtually Mexicans?

De Georgio: Enquire him.

Callahan:(says with a flash) Particularly Spics.

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

Gonzales: I know what you lot mean.

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

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

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Thug 1: What's in the bag, homo?

Callahan: You dudes get lost now, ya hear?

Thug 2: Screw the purse.

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

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

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

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Callahan: I'thousand Callahan.

Immature Man: My friends call me Alice, just I'll have a cartel.

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

Swain: If you're vice, I'll kill myself.

Callahan: Well, do it at home!

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Gonzalez: [nigh quitting the strength] I've been doing a lot of thinking about it. I take a teaching credential and I figure, what for, yous know?

[pause]

Gonzalez's wife: I thought I could take it ... Whatever it takes to be a cop's wife, I'chiliad just non sure I'm making it. He really tries and these bastards, you know, Pig this, Pig that. Ah, merely peradventure it's when I sentinel him walk out that door at night, and I call up, what if this is the concluding time I ever meet him again ... doesn't it bulldoze your married woman crazy?

Callahan: Nope.

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

Callahan: No, she never did actually.

Gonzalez's wife: Well, what so?

Callahan: She's dead.

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

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

Gonzalez'south wife: I'm then sorry.

Callahan: That'due south o.m. Look, I desire yous to tell Chico that I understand, you know, him quitting. I-I recall he'due south right. This is no life for you lot two.

Gonzalez's wife: Why exercise yous stay in it and then?

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

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De Georgio: Illegal entry, no warrant.

Callahan: Looks like we climb.

De Georgio: Uh-uh. Also much linguine. I'll find some other way.

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De Georgio: You demand any help?

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

De Georgio: Yous're the boss.

Scorpio: (bleeding through his leg from a bullet wound) Please no more, I'thou hurt, tin't you lot see I'm hurt? You lot shot me, delight don't, don't! Let me have a doctor ... Please requite me the physician, don't kill me!

Callahan: The girl, where is she?

Scorpio: You tried to impale me!

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

Scorpio: I desire a lawyer!

Callahan: I said, where's the daughter?

Scorpio: I have the right for a lawyer.

Callahan: Where'southward the daughter?

Scorpio: I have the right 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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District Attorney: I've just been looking over your arrest report. A very unusual piece of police work. Really amazing.

Callahan: Yeah, well I had some luck.

District Attorney: You're lucky I'chiliad non indicting you lot for assault with intent to commit murder.

Callahan: What?!

Commune Attorney: Where the hell does it say you've got a right to kick downward doors, torture suspects, deny medical attention and legal counsel. Where have you been? Does Escobedo ring a bell? Miranda? I hateful, yous must have heard of the Fourth Amendment. What I'grand saying is, that man had rights.

Callahan: Well, I'1000 all "cleaved upward" about that human'southward rights.

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

Callahan: What are you talking about?

District Attorney: He's gratis.

Callahan: You mean you're letting him get?

District Chaser: We have to, we can't try him.

Callahan: And why is that?

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

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

District Attorney: I telephone call it nothing, nil.

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

District Attorney: It does non thing what Ballistics can do. This rifle might brand a nice souvenir. Simply it's inadmissible as evidence.

Callahan: And who says that?

Commune Chaser: Information technology's the law.

Callahan: Well then, the police force is crazy!

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

Approximate Bannerman: Well, in my opinion, the search of the suspect'southward quarters was illegal. Evidence obtained thereby, such as that hunting burglarize, for instance, is inadmissible in courtroom. You should have gotten a search warrant. I'm deplorable, but information technology's that unproblematic.

Callahan: Search warrant!? In that location was a girl dying.

Commune Chaser: She was in fact dead according to the medical report.

Callahan: Just I didn't know that.

Judge: The court would accept to recognize the law officer's legitimate concern for the daughter's life, simply there is no way they tin possibly condone police torture. All prove apropos the girl — the suspect's confession, all physical testify — would take to exist excluded.

Callahan: (sighs) There must be something y'all can become him on.

Judge: Without the prove of the gun and the daughter, (half chuckles) I couldn't convict him of spitting on the sidewalk. No, the suspect'southward rights were violated, under the Fourth and Fifth and probably the 6th and Fourteenth Amendments.

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

District Attorney: The Commune Attorney'south office, if yous'll allow us. I've got a married woman and 3 kids. I don't want him on the streets whatsoever more than you practice.

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

District Attorney: What is that supposed to mean?

Callahan: I mean sooner or later he's gonna stub his toe and and then I'll exist right there.

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

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

Commune Attorney: How do you know?

Callahan: 'Cause he likes it.

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Master: Take y'all been following that man?

Callahan: Yeah, I've been post-obit 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!

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Mayor: (on phone) The jet must exist fueled and ready to become in a half an hr. Skeleton coiffure, they must be volunteers. Tell them the man is unsafe. Well, hither, I'll read y'all this note which was delivered at 8 o'clock this morning: "To the City of San Francisco. You lot have double-crossed me for the last fourth dimension. I'thousand alarm you to have my $200,000 in a jet airplane ready and waiting. I will call Mayor'southward office at ane o'clock and tell you almost the hostages who I will be happy to kill if you don't practise exactly what I say, Scorpio" (pauses) Well, you amend accept somebody standing past — information technology could exist a false alarm but don't count on it.

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Scorpio: Information technology's very simple. I've got the kids and you 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 volition be there by the time you get at that place.

Scorpio: All right, at present mind and mind very carefully. I'm going to be driving forth nice and easy, 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 want to run across any constabulary cars, helicopters, whatsoever. Now if you got the guts to play this game by the rules, the kids will take a dainty little plane ride.

Mayor: Well, where are you going?

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

Mayor: I guarantee you yous volition not be molested in whatever style. I give you my give-and-take of accolade on it.

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

Callahan: When are you people gonna end messing around with this guy. He'due south gotta exist stopped at present.

Mayor: He'due south got a coach load of kids and I can't accept that adventure. I gave my word of honor on it, and he volition not be molested — and that's a direct order, Callahan!

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

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

Bus Kid: Where are we going?

Scorpio: What? What did you lot say?

Bus Kid: Where are we going?

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

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

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

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

Scorpio: Driblet 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 hand]

Scorpio: Drop the fucking gun!

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

Callahan: I know what you're thinking, punk. You lot're thinking "Did he fire six shots or but five?" Now, to tell you the truth, I've forgotten myself in all this excitement. But existence this is a .44 Magnum, the nearly powerful handgun in the world and it will accident your caput clean off, you've gotta ask yourself a question: 'Do I experience lucky?

[Scorpio attempts to stand and grab his gun]

Callahan: Well, practise ya, punk?

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

Misattributed [edit]

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

Taglines [edit]

• You lot don't assign him to murder cases - you just plow him loose.
• Detective Harry Callahan. He doesn't interruption murder cases - he smashes them.
• Dirty Harry and the homicidal bedlamite. Harry'due south 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 criminal offense to hell.
• Clint Eastwood is "Muddied 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 Chief
• John Mitchum — Insp. Frank DiGiorgio
• Ruth Kobart — Motorcoach 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 Affect (1983)
• The Dead Pool (1988)

External links [edit]

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

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