Think I Kinda Lost Myself Again

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Folklore? Oh, you'll get far — that's if y'all live ... Merely don't allow your college caste get you killed 'cause I'm liable to get killed along with ya.

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

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

Dirty Harry is a 1971 film about a San Francisco cop with footling regard for rules, but who always gets results, tracking down a series 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 just turn him loose.^[taglines]

Harry Callahan [edit]

You gotta be kidding. I don't got any time to suspension in any newcomers. Why don't you do this boy a favor ... if I need a partner, I'll get me someone who knows what the hell he's doin'.
[to Gonzalez] Folklore? Oh, you'll go far — that'south if you live ... Just don't allow your college degree go you killed 'cause I'm liable to become killed forth with ya.
Now you know why they call me "Dirty Harry". I get every muddy chore 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 accept that likewise.

Chico Gonzalez [edit]

No wonder they phone call him Dirty Harry. Always become the shit-end of the stick.

Scorpio Killer [edit]

[in note to the mayor] To the Urban center of San Francisco, I volition bask killing one person every 24-hour interval until you pay me one hundred one thousand dollars ($100,000). If y'all agree say and so tomorrow morning in Personal Column San Francisco Relate and I will prepare meeting. If I do not hear from yous it volition be my side by side pleasance to kill a Catholic priest or a nigger. Scorpio
[in a letter] The double-crossing San Francisco police made me do this. Now bribe $200,000 in used 10s and 20s. One man with yellow handbag, s side, Marina Greenish, Eastward Harbor, ix p.m., she has oxygen until 3 a.g. tomorrow morning, ruby panties and bra, nice tits, mole on left thigh. Annihilation cute and you'll force me to let girl dice of slow suffocation. Scorpio
[to Callahan, on the phone] If I even recollect you lot're existence followed, the girl dies. If you talk to anyone, I don't intendance if it's a Pekinese pissing confronting a lamppost, the daughter dies ... No car. I give you a certain amount of time to go from phone booth to phone booth. I ring four times. You don't reply by the 4th ring, I hang upwards and that's the end of the game. The girl dies ... Cop! ... I hope you're not stupid.
[to Callahan] Left hand. Let's see the gun.[Harry pulls out his .44 Magnum] My! That'due south a big one.
[to Callahan] No, don't pass out on me now cop! No, no, no, no, no, not nevertheless, not nonetheless, don't pass out on me even so you rotten oinker! Do we sympathize each other? I said practise we empathise each other? (Harry nods) Okay, now listen up cop, I changed my heed. I'1000 going to let her die, I just wanted you to know that. Y'all hear me? I just wanted yous 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 look at me, merely await at me. I'm supposed to be innocent until proven guilty and just look 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'g telling you to drive or I'll decorate this motorcoach with your brains.
[in a note] To the Urban center of San Francisco — You lot have double-crossed me for the terminal time. I'yard warning you to have my $200,000 dollars and a jet airplane ready and waiting. I will call the Mayor's Office at ane 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.
[last word to Callahan as he threatens to kill a young boy 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 non pay criminals not to commit crimes. Instead, we pay a police force department.
Lt. Al Bressler: Just become where y'all're told, do what y'all're told, play it directly down the line ... Nix cute, goose egg fancy. Just pay the ransom money and report back here.

Dialogue [edit]

Mayor: All right, let's have it.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Accept what?

Mayor: Your study. What take you 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 you.

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

Mayor: Won't y'all sit downward Inspector Callahan? ... There's a madman loose, I've asked you lot what's beingness washed, fair plenty?

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

Lt. Al Bressler: Mr. Mayor — nosotros've bundled for rooftop surveillance and helicopter patrols specially 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'southward a .30-06, 7 lands and grooves, right-mitt twist ...

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

Mayor: Why?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Natives of Scorpio.

Mayor: Thank you Inspector. Have any of you mentioned this note to anyone? How about you? (looking at Callahan)

Insp. Harry Callahan: Nobody.

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

Insp. Harry Callahan: Nobody.

Mayor: All right. Give the bulletin to the Chronicle. We'll agree to pay, but we'll tell him we demand time to become the money together.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Look a minute. Do I get this correct? Y'all're gonna play this creep'southward game?

Mayor: It'll get us more animate space.

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

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

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

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

Mayor: (calls out) Callahan.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Sir?

Mayor: I don't desire whatever more trouble similar you lot had last yr in the Fillmore District. Sympathize? 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 lot institute that?

Insp. Harry Callahan: When a naked man is chasing a adult female through an alley with a butcher knife and a difficult-on, I effigy he isn't out collecting for the Red Cross.

Mayor: [after Callahan has left] I recollect he'southward got a signal.

[Harry visits his favorite diner]

Insp. Harry Callahan: Hey at that place, Jaffe; the usual.

Jaffe: The usual lunch or the usual dinner?

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

Jaffe: Not much.

[long intermission]

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

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: Yes. Practice me a favor. [gives him skid of paper] Call this telephone number.

Jaffe: Police department?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Aye. Tell them Inspector Callahan thinks there's a 2-11 in progress at the banking company. Exist sure and tell them that's in progress.

Jaffe: In progress. Yes sir.

[goes to phone and starts dialing]

Insp. Harry Callahan: Now, if they'll just await for the cavalry to get in. [immediately, an alarm bell goes off and a gunshot is heard] Ah, shit!

[After shooting several of the banking concern-robbers and stopping their getaway car by shooting the driver, Inspector Callahan approaches the forepart steps of the bank. The bank robber that Callahan shot first, wounding him and forcing him to drib his shotgun, now makes an try to retrieve information technology. He pauses as he sees Callahan arroyo, aiming his revolver.]

Callahan: I know what you're thinking: "Did he burn down six shots or only five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost runway myself. Only existence this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would accident your caput make clean off, you've got to enquire yourself one question: 'Exercise I feel lucky?' Well, practice you, punk?

[The thief gives upward trying to retrieve his shotgun; Callahan picks it up and starts to walk away, lowering the hammer.]

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

[Callahan recocks and aims his revolver and pulls the trigger, but the gun only clicks on an empty sleeping accommodation, and he grins, laughs, and walks away.]

Thief: Son of a bitch...

Note: bolded portion is ranked #51 in the American Film Plant'south list of the peak 100 movie quotations in American cinema.

Doctor: Sure, Harry. We can salve the leg. [takes out some scissors]

Callahan: What are you going to do with those?

Doctor: Going to cutting your pants off.

Callahan: No. I'll take them off.

Dr.: Information technology'll injure.

Callahan: For $29.50, let it hurt. You tin can turn your back if you lot're embarrassed ...

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

De Georgio: That'due south one thing nigh our Harry, he doesn't play whatever favorites. Harry hates everybody. Limeys, Micks, Hebes, Niggers, Honkies, Fat Dagos, Chinks, you proper name it.

Gonzales: How does he feel about Mexicans?

De Georgio: Ask him.

Callahan:(says with a flash) Specially Spics.

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

Gonzales: I know what you lot hateful.

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

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

Thug 1: What'southward in the bag, man?

Callahan: Y'all dudes get lost at present, ya hear?

Thug 2: Spiral the bag.

Thug three: Yeah, merely give usa the wallet now.

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

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

Callahan: I'm Callahan.

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

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

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

Callahan: Well, exercise information technology at domicile!

Gonzalez: [most quitting the forcefulness] I've been doing a lot of thinking nigh information technology. I take a teaching credential and I effigy, what for, you know?

[pause]

Gonzalez'southward wife: I idea I could accept it ... Whatsoever it takes to exist a cop's wife, I'one thousand just not sure I'one thousand making it. He really tries and these bastards, you know, Sus scrofa this, Pig that. Ah, merely peradventure information technology's when I scout him walk out that door at night, and I think, what if this is the last time I ever see him over again ... doesn't it bulldoze your married woman crazy?

Callahan: Nope.

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

Callahan: No, she never did really.

Gonzalez's wife: Well, what so?

Callahan: She'due south dead.

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

Callahan: She was driving home late one night and a drunkard crossed the heart line. In that location was no reason for it, really.

Gonzalez'southward wife: I'1000 so sorry.

Callahan: That'southward o.one thousand. 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 you lot two.

Gonzalez's married woman: Why practice you lot stay in information technology then?

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

De Georgio: Illegal entry, no warrant.

Callahan: Looks like we climb.

De Georgio: Uh-uh. Too much linguine. I'll discover some other way.

De Georgio: You need any assist?

Callahan: Keep out and get some air, fatso.

De Georgio: You're the boss.

Scorpio: (bleeding through his leg from a bullet wound) Please no more, I'm hurt, tin can't you meet I'thou injure? You lot shot me, please don't, don't! Permit me accept a doctor ... Delight requite me the md, don't kill me!

Callahan: The daughter, where is she?

Scorpio: You 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 desire 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 have rights, want a lawyer.......(now whimpers in pain as Harry steps on his injury, causing still more suffering)

District Attorney: I've just been looking over your arrest report. A very unusual piece of law work. Really amazing.

Callahan: Yeah, well I had some luck.

District Attorney: Y'all're lucky I'm non indicting yous for assault with intent to commit murder.

Callahan: What?!

District Attorney: Where the hell does it say you've got a correct to kicking downwards doors, torture suspects, deny medical attention and legal counsel. Where have y'all been? Does Escobedo ring a bell? Miranda? I mean, you must have heard of the Fourth Amendment. What I'1000 saying is, that man had rights.

Callahan: Well, I'm all "broken up" about that man's rights.

District Attorney: Yous should exist. I've got news for you lot, Callahan. As shortly as he'south well enough to leave the hospital, he walks.

Callahan: What are y'all talking nearly?

District Attorney: He'south gratis.

Callahan: Yous mean you're letting him become?

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

Callahan: And why is that?

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

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

District Attorney: I phone call it null, zero.

Callahan: Are y'all trying to tell me that Ballistics can't friction match the bullet upwardly to this rifle?

District Attorney: It does non matter what Ballistics can do. This rifle might brand a nice souvenir. But it'south inadmissible as bear witness.

Callahan: And who says that?

District Attorney: It's the law.

Callahan: Well so, the law is crazy!

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

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

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

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

Callahan: But I didn't know that.

Judge: The court would have to recognize the police officer'south legitimate concern for the girl's life, but at that place is no fashion they can perchance disregard police torture. All bear witness concerning the girl — the suspect's confession, all concrete evidence — would take to be excluded.

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

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

Callahan: And Anne Marie Deacon, what about her rights? I hateful, she'due south raped and left in a pigsty to die. Who speaks for her?

District Attorney: The Commune Attorney's office, if yous'll let the states. I've got a wife and iii kids. I don't want him on the streets any more than y'all practice.

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

District Chaser: What is that supposed to mean?

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

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

Callahan: You know, you're crazy if y'all retrieve yous've heard the last of this guy. He'due south gonna kill again.

District Chaser: How do you know?

Callahan: 'Crusade he likes it.

Principal: Accept you been following that human being?

Callahan: Yep, I've been following him on my own time. And anybody can tell I didn't exercise that to him.

Main: How?

Callahan: Cause he looks too damn practiced, that'due south how!

Mayor: (on phone) The jet must be fueled and ready to become in a half an hour. Skeleton crew, they must be volunteers. Tell them the man is dangerous. Well, here, I'll read you lot this note which was delivered at viii o'clock this morning: "To the Metropolis of San Francisco. You have double-crossed me for the last fourth dimension. I'grand warning you to have my $200,000 in a jet aeroplane prepare and waiting. I will call Mayor'southward role at ane o'clock and tell you about the hostages who I will be happy to kill if you don't do exactly what I say, Scorpio" (pauses) Well, you lot better have somebody standing by — it could be a faux warning but don't count on it.

Scorpio: Information technology's very elementary. I've got the kids and you lot starting time screwing around, the kids showtime dying. Is the plane prepare?

Mayor: The jet is being fueled and fix to go at the airport. The coin will be in that location by the time you lot get there.

Scorpio: All correct, now mind and heed very carefully. I'one thousand going to be driving along overnice and easy, just me and a charabanc load of kids. I'm going to plough off on the Sir Francis Drake Blvd. on my way to the Santa Rosa Airdrome. I don't want to see whatever police cars, helicopters, whatsoever. Now if you got the guts to play this game past the rules, the kids will accept a nice little airplane 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 yous you will not be molested in any way. I give you my give-and-take of honor on it.

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

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

Mayor: He's got a bus load of kids and I tin't take that run a risk. I gave my word of accolade on it, and he will non be molested — and that's a direct guild, Callahan!

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

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

Bus Child: Where are we going?

Scorpio: What? What did you say?

Omnibus Kid: Where are we going?

Scorpio: We're going to the ice-foam mill and encounter how ice-cream's made. Now everyone who doesn't wanna go tin go off right hither.

Bus Kid: I wanna go domicile to my mommy.

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

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

Scorpio: Drop the gun, creep!

[Callahan approaches Scorpio equally the latter laughs manically]

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

[Callahan approaches Scorpio, .44 Magnum in mitt]

Scorpio: Drop the fucking gun!

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

Callahan: I know what y'all're thinking, punk. You're thinking "Did he burn down six shots or but five?" At present, to tell y'all the truth, I've forgotten myself in all this excitement. Only existence this is a .44 Magnum, the almost powerful handgun in the globe and information technology will blow your head clean off, you've gotta ask yourself a question: 'Do I experience lucky?

[Scorpio attempts to stand and catch 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 head and killed]

Misattributed [edit]

Get ahead, make my twenty-four hour period.
- The line "Get alee, make my day" isn't uttered past Harry at any betoken in the film. He instead first uttered it in 1983's Sudden Bear on.
Do you feel lucky, punk?
- The line actually said in the film is, "Y'all've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do you lot, punk?"

Taglines [edit]

You don't assign him to murder cases - you but turn him loose.
Detective Harry Callahan. He doesn't break murder cases - he smashes them.
Dirty Harry and the homicidal maniac. Harry's the one with the badge.
Exercise you experience 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 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 Master
John Mitchum — Insp. Frank DiGiorgio
Ruth Kobart — Bus Driver
Woodrow Parfrey — Mr. Jaffe
Josef Sommer — Dist. Atty. William T. Rothko
William Paterson — Judge Bannerman
Curtis Mayfield — Thug who beats Scorpio (uncredited)

External links [edit]

Muddy Harry quotes at the Cyberspace Flick Database
Dirty Harry at Rotten Tomatoes
Dirty Harry at Filmsite.org
A guide to filming locations seen in Dirty Harry

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