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I Know You Are Here to Kill Me

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Folklore? Oh, you'll become far — that'due south if you live ... Just don't let your college degree get yous killed 'cause I'yard liable to become killed along with ya.

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

I know what you're thinking. "Did he burn down six shots or just five?" Well, to tell yous the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost rails myself. Simply existence as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself 1 question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?

Dingy Harry is a 1971 motion picture almost a San Francisco cop with fiddling regard for rules, merely who always gets results, tracking down a serial killer who snipes at random victims.

Directed by 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 whatever fourth dimension to break 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] Folklore? Oh, you'll make it — that'due south if you lot alive ... Only don't permit your higher degree become y'all killed 'cause I'm liable to become killed forth with ya.
  • Now you know why they call me "Dirty Harry". I get every muddied task that comes along.
  • Gonzalez was obeying orders from his superior, me ... he didn't know anything well-nigh it. And when this mess is over, if he [the Primary] wants my badge, well, he tin have that besides.

Chico Gonzalez [edit]

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

Scorpio Killer [edit]

  • [in notation to the mayor] To the City of San Francisco, I will savor killing one person every day until you pay me one hundred thousand dollars ($100,000). If you agree say so tomorrow morning time in Personal Column San Francisco Relate and I will prepare meeting. If I do not hear from you lot it will be my side by side pleasure to impale a Cosmic priest or a nigger. Scorpio
  • [in a letter] The double-crossing San Francisco police fabricated me do this. Now ransom $200,000 in used 10s and 20s. One homo with yellowish bag, south side, Marina Light-green, Eastward Harbor, 9 p.m., she has oxygen until 3 a.m. tomorrow morning, ruddy panties and bra, dainty tits, mole on left thigh. Anything cute and you lot'll force me to permit girl dice of wearisome suffocation. Scorpio
  • [to Callahan, on the phone] If I even call up you lot're being followed, the girl dies. If yous talk to anyone, I don't intendance if information technology's a Pekinese pissing against a lamppost, the girl dies ... No car. I requite you a certain amount of fourth dimension to go from phone booth to phone booth. I ring four times. You don't answer past the quaternary ring, I hang up and that'southward the stop of the game. The girl dies ... Cop! ... I hope you're not stupid.
  • [to Callahan] Left hand. Allow'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 however, not yet, don't pass out on me nevertheless you rotten oinker! Do we empathise each other? I said do we understand each other? (Harry nods) Okay, at present listen up cop, I changed my mind. I'yard going to let her die, I simply wanted you to know that. You lot hear me? I just wanted you to know that before I killed you![laughs crazily] Farewell, Callahan!
  • [in the hospital, with a battered face] They tried to frame me with the Deacon girl murder, and at present they're trying to murder me — and look at me, just expect at me. I'm supposed to exist innocent until proven guilty and just look at what they did to me. Everywhere I go, cops follow me — and only wait at me.
  • [to a schoolhouse bus driver] Hear me, you sometime hag, I'one thousand telling you to drive or I'll decorate this autobus with your brains.
  • [in a note] To the City of San Francisco — You have double-crossed me for the terminal time. I'm warning you to accept my $200,000 dollars and a jet plane ready and waiting. I will call the Mayor's Part at i o'clock and tell you about the hostages who I will exist happy to kill if yous don't do exactly what I say. Scorpio.
  • [terminal word to Callahan equally he threatens to kill a young male child fishing] Drop the gun, pitter-patter! I'll blow his brains out! [chuckles evilly] Drop the fucking gun!

Others [edit]

  • Mayor: The City of San Francisco does not pay criminals not to commit crimes. Instead, we pay a police department.
  • Lt. Al Bressler: Just become where you lot're told, practise what you're told, play it straight down the line ... Nada cute, nothing fancy. Only pay the ransom coin and report dorsum here.

Dialogue [edit]

Mayor: All right, let's have it.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Accept what?
Mayor: Your report. What have yous been doing?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Oh, well for the past three quarters of an hour, I have been sitting on my ass in your outer office, waiting on yous.
Lt. Al Bressler: Dammit all, Harry, that'southward the Mayor you're talking to! ...
Mayor: Won't you sit down Inspector Callahan? ... There'southward a madman loose, I've asked you what'southward being done, fair plenty?
Insp. Harry Callahan: We've got a dozen men checking identification files, checking on all known extortionists, roof peak prowlers, rifle nuts, peepers..
Lt. Al Bressler: Mr. Mayor — we've arranged for rooftop surveillance and helicopter patrols especially around the Cosmic churches and schools and in the black areas.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Ballistics is checking on the slug. We're pretty sure information technology's a .thirty-06, vii lands and grooves, right-hand twist ...
Lt. Al Bressler: Sir — we'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: Thank you lot Inspector. Accept any of you mentioned this note to anyone? How well-nigh you? (looking at Callahan)
Insp. Harry Callahan: Nobody.
Mayor: Your wife, sweetheart, ... press?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Nobody.
Mayor: All correct. Requite the bulletin to the Chronicle. We'll hold to pay, but nosotros'll tell him we need time to get the coin together.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Wait a minute. Do I get this right? Y'all're gonna play this creep's game?
Mayor: It'll go us more than breathing space.
Insp. Harry Callahan: It likewise might go somebody killed. Why don't yous let me meet with the son-of-a-bitch?
Chief: No, none of that. You'd stop up with a real claret-bath.
Mayor: I agree with the Master. We'll do it this way, all right?
Lt. Al Bressler: Thank you Mr. Mayor. Come on Callahan, allow'south get.
Mayor: (calls out) Callahan.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Sir?
Mayor: I don't desire whatever more trouble like you had last yr in the Fillmore District. Empathize? 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 bounder; that's my policy.
Mayor: Intent? How did you establish that?
Insp. Harry Callahan: When a naked man is chasing a woman through an alley with a butcher pocketknife and a hard-on, I effigy he isn't out collecting for the Red Cross.
Mayor: [after Callahan has left] I think he's 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 make?
Jaffe: Not much.
[long pause]
Insp. Harry Callahan: Say Jaffe, is that tan Ford still parked across in front of the banking concern?
Jaffe: Tan Ford ... Mmm mmm yeah. Tan Ford.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Engine running?
Jaffe: I don't know. How tin can I tell?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Exhaust fumes coming out of the tailpipe.
Jaffe: Oh my God, that'due south atrocious! Look at all that pollution.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Yeah. Do me a favor. [gives him skid of paper] Phone call this telephone number.
Jaffe: Police section?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Yes. Tell them Inspector Callahan thinks there's a 2-11 in progress at the bank. Be certain and tell them that's in progress.
Jaffe: In progress. Yes sir.
[goes to telephone and starts dialing]
Insp. Harry Callahan: Now, if they'll just wait for the cavalry to arrive. [immediately, an alarm bell goes off and a gunshot is heard] Ah, shit!
[Later on shooting several of the bank-robbers and stopping their getaway car 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, now makes an endeavor to remember it. He pauses as he sees Callahan approach, aiming his revolver.]
Callahan: I know what you're thinking: "Did he fire six shots or simply five?" Well, to tell yous the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost track myself. Merely existence this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to inquire yourself one 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, but the gun just clicks on an empty chamber, and he grins, laughs, and walks away.]
Thief: Son of a bowwow...
  • Notation: bolded portion is ranked #51 in the American Movie Institute's listing of the top 100 movie quotations in American movie theatre.
Doctor: Sure, Harry. Nosotros 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.
Physician: It'll hurt.
Callahan: For $29.50, permit it hurt. You lot can turn your back if you're embarrassed ...
Gonzales: Why do they phone call ya "Dirty Harry"?
De Georgio: That's one affair about our Harry, he doesn't play any favorites. Harry hates everybody. Limeys, Micks, Hebes, Niggers, Honkies, Fat Dagos, Chinks, y'all proper name information technology.
Gonzales: How does he feel virtually Mexicans?
De Georgio: Ask him.
Callahan:(says with a flash) 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 think you're doing?
Callahan: Go the hell out of the mode, hammerhead.
Thug 1: What'due south in the bag, human being?
Callahan: You dudes get lost now, ya hear?
Thug 2: Screw the handbag.
Thug iii: Aye, just give us the wallet now.
(Harry clubs the tertiary thug with the bag, then kicks their pal in the face, then pulls his gun on the first thug)
Callahan: (seething in desperation) Y'all don't listen besides expert, practise ya, asshole?
Callahan: I'thousand Callahan.
Beau: My friends telephone call me Alice, simply I'll accept a dare.
Callahan: Well, Alice, when was the last time you lot were busted?
Young Homo: If yous're vice, I'll kill myself.
Callahan: Well, do it at home!
Gonzalez: [well-nigh quitting the force] I've been doing a lot of thinking about information technology. I have a educational activity credential and I effigy, what for, you know?
[interruption]
Gonzalez'southward wife: I thought I could take it ... Whatever it takes to be a cop'due south wife, I'm just not sure I'chiliad making it. He really tries and these bastards, you know, Squealer this, Pig that. Ah, merely peradventure it's when I scout him walk out that door at night, and I call up, what if this is the final time I ever encounter him again ... doesn't it bulldoze your wife crazy?
Callahan: Nope.
Gonzalez's wife: You lot mean she got used to it.
Callahan: No, she never did really.
Gonzalez'south married woman: Well, what so?
Callahan: She's dead.
Gonzalez's wife: Oh, delight forgive me.
Callahan: She was driving home late ane nighttime and a drunk crossed the center line. There was no reason for information technology, really.
Gonzalez's wife: I'm so sorry.
Callahan: That'southward o.k. Look, I want y'all to tell Chico that I empathize, y'all know, him quitting. I-I call up he'south right. This is no life for you lot 2.
Gonzalez'southward wife: Why practice you stay in it and 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 find another way.
De Georgio: You demand any aid?
Callahan: Go on out and become some air, fatso.
De Georgio: You lot're the boss.
Scorpio: (bleeding through his leg from a bullet wound) Delight no more, I'g hurt, can't you see I'm hurt? Y'all shot me, please don't, don't! Let me have a doctor ... Please give me the medico, don't impale me!
Callahan: The girl, where is she?
Scorpio: You tried to kill me!
Callahan: If I tried that, your caput'd exist splattered all over this field. Now where'due south the daughter?
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 correct for a lawyer, don't shoot me, I have rights, desire a lawyer.......(now whimpers in pain equally Harry steps on his injury, causing still more suffering)
Commune Chaser: I've just been looking over your arrest report. A very unusual piece of police work. Really amazing.
Callahan: Aye, well I had some luck.
District Chaser: You're lucky I'm not indicting you for attack with intent to commit murder.
Callahan: What?!
District 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 band a bell? Miranda? I mean, y'all must accept heard of the Fourth Amendment. What I'm saying is, that man had rights.
Callahan: Well, I'm all "cleaved upwardly" about that man's rights.
District Attorney: You should be. I've got news for you, Callahan. As soon as he's well plenty to go out the hospital, he walks.
Callahan: What are you lot talking about?
District Attorney: He'southward costless.
Callahan: You hateful you lot're letting him go?
District Attorney: We have to, we can't attempt him.
Callahan: And why is that?
Commune Attorney: Considering I'm not wasting a half a million dollars of the taxpayer'due south money on a trial nosotros can't possibly win. The trouble is, we don't have any evidence.
Callahan: Bear witness? What the hell do you telephone call that? [He gestures toward Scorpio's weapon]
District Attorney: I call it nothing, zero.
Callahan: Are yous trying to tell me that Ballistics can't friction match the bullet up to this rifle?
District Attorney: It does non matter what Ballistics tin do. This rifle might make a nice gift. Only it's inadmissible as evidence.
Callahan: And who says that?
Commune Attorney: It's the law.
Callahan: Well then, the law is crazy!
District Attorney: This is Judge Bannerman of the appellate court. He also holds classes in Constitutional Police force in Berkeley. I've asked him for an opinion — your Accolade?
Judge Bannerman: Well, in my opinion, the search of the suspect'due south quarters was illegal. Bear witness obtained thereby, such as that hunting rifle, for case, is inadmissible in court. You should have gotten a search warrant. I'm sorry, only information technology's that elementary.
Callahan: Search warrant!? At that place was a girl dying.
District Chaser: She was in fact expressionless according to the medical written report.
Callahan: But I didn't know that.
Judge: The courtroom would accept to recognize the law officer's legitimate business organisation for the girl'south life, but there is no way they tin can maybe condone constabulary torture. All evidence concerning the daughter — the suspect's confession, all physical prove — would have to exist excluded.
Callahan: (sighs) At that place must be something you can get him on.
Estimate: Without the bear witness of the gun and the girl, (half chuckles) I couldn't convict him of spitting on the sidewalk. No, the suspect's rights were violated, nether the Quaternary 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 Chaser's office, if you lot'll let us. I've got a wife and three kids. I don't desire him on the streets any more than you do.
Callahan: Well, he won't be out there long.
District Attorney: What is that supposed to mean?
Callahan: I mean sooner or later he'due south gonna stub his toe and then I'll exist right there.
District Chaser: This function won't stand for whatever harassment.
Callahan: You know, y'all're crazy if you lot recall yous've heard the final of this guy. He'south gonna impale again.
District Attorney: How practice y'all know?
Callahan: 'Cause he likes it.
Principal: Have you been post-obit that man?
Callahan: Yeah, I've been following him on my own time. And everyone tin can tell I didn't do that to him.
Master: How?
Callahan: Cause he looks likewise damn skillful, that's how!
Mayor: (on phone) The jet must exist fueled and set up 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 eight o'clock this morning: "To the City of San Francisco. You have double-crossed me for the final fourth dimension. I'yard alert you to have my $200,000 in a jet airplane ready and waiting. I volition call Mayor's office at one o'clock and tell yous about the hostages who I will be happy to kill if yous don't practise exactly what I say, Scorpio" (pauses) Well, you ameliorate have somebody standing by — it could be a false alarm but don't count on it.
Scorpio: It's very simple. I've got the kids and you start screwing around, the kids showtime dying. Is the airplane prepare?
Mayor: The jet is being fueled and fix to go at the airport. The money will be there by the fourth dimension yous get in that location.
Scorpio: All correct, at present listen and mind very advisedly. I'm going to be driving forth prissy and easy, just me and a motorcoach 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 want to see any police cars, helicopters, whatever. At present if you lot got the guts to play this game past the rules, the kids will have a nice little aeroplane 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 y'all will not be molested in any way. I give y'all my discussion of award on it.
Master: Callahan? — you lot willing to take the money to him?
Callahan: When are you people gonna cease messing around with this guy. He's gotta exist stopped at present.
Mayor: He's got a bus load of kids and I can't have that chance. I gave my give-and-take of honor on information technology, and he will not be molested — and that'due south a direct social club, Callahan!
Callahan: Well, you can merely get yourself another delivery boy.
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 yous say?
Bus Kid: Where are we going?
Scorpio: Nosotros're going to the ice-foam manufacturing plant and come across how water ice-cream'south made. Now anybody who doesn't wanna become tin become off right here.
Coach Kid: I wanna go home to my mommy.
Scorpio: [slaps the child] Stupid kid! Come up on sing everyone! Sing or I'll get home and kill all your mommies, sing, sing!
[The Scorpio Killer holds an innocent kid hostage at the edge of a cliff]
Scorpio: Driblet 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 hand]
Scorpio: Drop the fucking gun!
[Callahan pretends to drop his gun, simply to burn it at Scorpio, who lets the kid go. Callahan then approaches the wounded Scorpio and points the gun at Scorpio, who is nigh to retrieve his]
Callahan: I know what y'all're thinking, punk. You're thinking "Did he fire six shots or merely 5?" Now, to tell yous 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 blow your head make clean off, you've gotta enquire yourself a question: 'Do I feel lucky?
[Scorpio attempts to stand and grab his gun]
Callahan: Well, do ya, punk?
[Scorpio laughs maniacally and retrieves his gun in an endeavour to shoot Callahan, only to exist shot in the head and killed]

Misattributed [edit]

  • Get ahead, brand my day.
    • The line "Go ahead, brand my day" isn't uttered by Harry at whatsoever point in the film. He instead first uttered it in 1983's Sudden Impact.
  • Practice you feel lucky, punk?
    • The line really said in the pic is, "You've got to enquire yourself 1 question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do you, punk?"

Taglines [edit]

  • You don't assign him to murder cases - you but turn him loose.
  • Detective Harry Callahan. He doesn't suspension murder cases - he smashes them.
  • Dirty Harry and the homicidal maniac. Harry'south the 1 with the badge.
  • Do you feel lucky, punk?
  • With his .44 Magnum, the almost powerful handgun in the world, Dirty Harry wipes out crime 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 — Motorcoach Commuter
  • 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 Bear upon (1983)
  • The Dead Pool (1988)

External links [edit]

Wikipedia

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

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