I Want to Hope Again and I Want It to Hurt

Sociology? Oh, you'll get in — that'southward if y'all alive ... Just don't let your college degree get you killed 'cause I'm liable to go killed along with ya.

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

I know what yous're thinking. "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well, to tell yous 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 globe, and would blow your caput make clean off, you lot've got to inquire yourself 1 question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?

Dingy Harry is a 1971 moving-picture show about a San Francisco cop with little 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 merely turn him loose.^[taglines]

Harry Callahan [edit]

• You lot gotta be kidding. I don't got any time to intermission in any newcomers. Why don't you practise this boy a favor ... if I need a partner, I'll get me someone who knows what the hell he's doin'.
• [to Gonzalez] Sociology? Oh, you'll get far — that'southward if you live ... Just don't permit your higher degree get you killed 'cause I'm liable to become killed along with ya.
• Now you know why they call me "Dirty 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 bluecoat, well, he tin take that too.

Chico Gonzalez [edit]

• No wonder they telephone call him Dirty Harry. Always go the shit-finish of the stick.

Scorpio Killer [edit]

• [in annotation to the mayor] To the Metropolis of San Francisco, I will enjoy killing i person every day until y'all pay me one hundred k dollars ($100,000). If y'all agree say and then tomorrow morning in Personal Column San Francisco Chronicle and I will prepare meeting. If I do non hear from you it volition be 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 yellow purse, south side, Marina Green, East Harbor, 9 p.thou., she has oxygen until 3 a.thou. tomorrow morning, ruby-red panties and bra, nice tits, mole on left thigh. Anything beautiful and you'll force me to let girl die of deadening suffocation. Scorpio
• [to Callahan, on the telephone] If I even think yous're existence followed, the daughter dies. If you talk to anyone, I don't care if it'south a Pekinese pissing against a lamppost, the girl dies ... No car. I give y'all a certain amount of time to go from phone booth to phone berth. I ring four times. You don't answer by the fourth ring, I hang up and that's the cease of the game. The girl dies ... Cop! ... I hope yous're non stupid.
• [to Callahan] Left manus. Allow's run across the gun.[Harry pulls out his .44 Magnum] My! That'due south a large one.
• [to Callahan] No, don't pass out on me at present cop! No, no, no, no, no, non all the same, not yet, don't pass out on me withal you rotten oinker! Do we empathise each other? I said practice we sympathise each other? (Harry nods) Okay, now mind up cop, I changed my listen. I'chiliad going to let her die, I just wanted y'all to know that. Yous hear me? I only wanted you to know that before I killed you lot![laughs crazily] Adieu, Callahan!
• [in the infirmary, 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'chiliad supposed to exist 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 jitney 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 Metropolis of San Francisco — You accept double-crossed me for the last time. I'm warning you to have my $200,000 dollars and a jet airplane ready and waiting. I will call the Mayor's Office at one 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.
• [last discussion to Callahan as he threatens to kill a young male child fishing] Drop the gun, creep! I'll blow his brains out! [chuckles evilly] Drop the fucking gun!

Others [edit]

• Mayor: The City of San Francisco does not pay criminals non to commit crimes. Instead, nosotros pay a police force department.
• Lt. Al Bressler: Only become where y'all're told, exercise what you're told, play it straight down the line ... Nothing cute, nil fancy. Just pay the bribe money and report back here.

Dialogue [edit]

Mayor: All right, allow's have it.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Have what?

Mayor: Your report. What take you been doing?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Oh, well for the past iii quarters of an hr, I have been sitting on my ass in your outer role, waiting on y'all.

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

Mayor: Won't you sit downwards Inspector Callahan? ... There's a madman loose, I've asked you lot 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, burglarize nuts, peepers..

Lt. Al Bressler: Mr. Mayor — nosotros've bundled 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. Nosotros're pretty sure it's a .30-06, seven lands and grooves, correct-mitt twist ...

Lt. Al Bressler: Sir — we're running a reckoner check on everybody in the files whose birthday falls between October 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 correct. Requite the message to the Relate. We'll agree to pay, simply we'll tell him we need time to go the coin together.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Wait a minute. Practice 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 likewise might become somebody killed. Why don't yous let me come across with the son-of-a-bowwow?

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

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

Lt. Al Bressler: Thank you Mr. Mayor. Come up on Callahan, let's go.

Mayor: (calls out) Callahan.

Insp. Harry Callahan: Sir?

Mayor: I don't want whatever more trouble like you had terminal year in the Fillmore District. Understand? That'southward my policy.

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

Mayor: Intent? How did you constitute that?

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

Mayor: [later Callahan has left] I recollect he'southward got a point.

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[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 difference does that brand?

Jaffe: Not much.

[long pause]

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

Jaffe: Oh my God, that'southward awful! Wait at all that pollution.

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

Jaffe: Constabulary department?

Insp. Harry Callahan: Yes. Tell them Inspector Callahan thinks there's a 2-eleven in progress at the bank. Be sure and tell them that'southward in progress.

Jaffe: In progress. Yes sir.

[goes to phone 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!

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[After shooting several of the bank-robbers and stopping their getaway car by shooting the commuter, Inspector Callahan approaches the front steps of the depository financial institution. The bank robber that Callahan shot first, wounding him and forcing him to drop his shotgun, now makes an effort to call up it. He pauses as he sees Callahan approach, aiming his revolver.]

Callahan: I know what yous're thinking: "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well, to tell yous the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost track myself. But beingness this is a .44 Magnum, the nigh powerful handgun in the globe, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to inquire yourself one question: 'Practise I feel lucky?' Well, do you, punk?

[The thief gives up trying to retrieve his shotgun; Callahan picks it upwards 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 sleeping room, and he grins, laughs, and walks away.]

Thief: Son of a bitch...

• Note: bolded portion is ranked #51 in the American Film Institute's list of the height 100 pic quotations in American movie theatre.

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Physician: Sure, Harry. We can salvage the leg. [takes out some scissors]

Callahan: What are you lot going to practice with those?

Doctor: Going to cut your pants off.

Callahan: No. I'll take them off.

Doc: It'll hurt.

Callahan: For $29.fifty, allow information technology injure. You can turn your back if you're embarrassed ...

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Gonzales: Why do they phone 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, Fatty Dagos, Chinks, y'all name it.

Gonzales: How does he feel nearly Mexicans?

De Georgio: Enquire him.

Callahan:(says with a wink) Especially Spics.

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

Gonzales: I know what you mean.

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

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

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Thug 1: What'due south in the handbag, man?

Callahan: You dudes go lost now, ya hear?

Thug 2: Screw the bag.

Thug 3: Yeah, merely requite u.s.a. the wallet now.

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

Callahan: (seething in desperation) You don't listen likewise good, do ya, asshole?

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Callahan: I'm Callahan.

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

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

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

Callahan: Well, do it at dwelling!

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

[pause]

Gonzalez's wife: I thought I could accept it ... Whatever it takes to be a cop's wife, I'k merely not certain I'm making information technology. He really tries and these bastards, you know, Hog this, Pig that. Ah, but maybe it'south when I sentinel him walk out that door at night, and I think, what if this is the last time I ever see him again ... doesn't it drive your married woman crazy?

Callahan: Nope.

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

Callahan: No, she never did actually.

Gonzalez'southward married woman: Well, what then?

Callahan: She's expressionless.

Gonzalez's wife: Oh, please forgive me.

Callahan: She was driving domicile late one night and a drunk crossed the center line. There was no reason for information technology, really.

Gonzalez'southward wife: I'm then sorry.

Callahan: That'due south o.grand. Expect, I desire y'all to tell Chico that I empathize, you lot know, him quitting. I-I think he's right. This is no life for yous 2.

Gonzalez's wife: Why do you stay in it then?

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

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De Georgio: Illegal entry, no warrant.

Callahan: Looks like we climb.

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

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De Georgio: You demand any help?

Callahan: Go on 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, can't you see I'm injure? You shot me, please don't, don't! Let me accept a dr. ... Delight give me the doctor, 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 right for a lawyer.

Callahan: Where'south the daughter?

Scorpio: I have the right for a lawyer, don't shoot me, I accept rights, want a lawyer.......(at present whimpers in pain every bit Harry steps on his injury, causing still more than suffering)

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District Attorney: I've just been looking over your abort study. A very unusual piece of police piece of work. Actually astonishing.

Callahan: Yeah, well I had some luck.

Commune Chaser: You're lucky I'm not indicting you lot for attack with intent to commit murder.

Callahan: What?!

District Attorney: Where the hell does information technology say you've got a correct to kicking down doors, torture suspects, deny medical attending and legal counsel. Where have you been? Does Escobedo ring a bell? Miranda? I hateful, you must take heard of the Fourth Amendment. What I'thou saying is, that man had rights.

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

District Attorney: You should exist. I've got news for you, Callahan. As before long as he'southward well enough to leave the hospital, he walks.

Callahan: What are y'all talking about?

District Chaser: He's free.

Callahan: You mean you're letting him go?

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

Callahan: And why is that?

District Attorney: Because I'one thousand non wasting a half a 1000000 dollars of the taxpayer's money on a trial we tin can't mayhap win. The trouble is, we don't take whatsoever show.

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

District Attorney: I call it nada, zero.

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

District Attorney: It does not thing what Ballistics tin can do. This rifle might make a nice gift. Simply it'south inadmissible equally prove.

Callahan: And who says that?

District Attorney: It's the law.

Callahan: Well then, the police is crazy!

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

Judge Bannerman: Well, in my opinion, the search of the suspect's quarters was illegal. Evidence obtained thereby, such as that hunting rifle, for instance, is inadmissible in court. You should have gotten a search warrant. I'm distressing, but it'southward that uncomplicated.

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

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

Callahan: But I didn't know that.

Judge: The court would take to recognize the constabulary officer's legitimate concern for the daughter'south life, but there is no way they can maybe disregard police torture. All evidence concerning the daughter — the suspect'southward confession, all concrete evidence — would have to be excluded.

Callahan: (sighs) There must be something you lot tin can get him on.

Judge: Without the evidence of the gun and the girl, (one-half chuckles) I couldn't convict him of spitting on the sidewalk. No, the suspect's rights were violated, under the Fourth and 5th and probably the Sixth and Fourteenth Amendments.

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

District Chaser: The Commune Attorney'due south office, if y'all'll allow united states. I've got a wife and iii kids. I don't want 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 hateful?

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

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

Callahan: You lot know, y'all're crazy if yous think y'all've heard the last of this guy. He'southward gonna kill once again.

Commune Chaser: How practise you know?

Callahan: 'Crusade he likes it.

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Chief: Have you been following that man?

Callahan: Yep, I've been following him on my own time. And anybody tin can tell I didn't practise 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 be fueled and set to go in a half an hr. Skeleton crew, they must be volunteers. Tell them the man is dangerous. Well, here, I'll read y'all this annotation which was delivered at eight o'clock this morn: "To the City of San Francisco. You have double-crossed me for the last time. I'yard warning you to have my $200,000 in a jet airplane prepare and waiting. I will call Mayor's office at one o'clock and tell you near the hostages who I will be happy to kill if y'all don't do exactly what I say, Scorpio" (pauses) Well, y'all ameliorate take somebody standing by — it could be a faux alarm but don't count on it.

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Scorpio: It's very simple. I've got the kids and you start screwing effectually, the kids commencement dying. Is the airplane prepare?

Mayor: The jet is being fueled and fix to go at the airdrome. The coin will be there by the fourth dimension you go there.

Scorpio: All right, now mind and mind very advisedly. I'm going to exist driving forth nice and easy, only me and a charabanc load of kids. I'm going to turn off on the Sir Francis Drake Blvd. on my fashion to the Santa Rosa Airport. I don't want to see any police cars, helicopters, whatever. Now if you got the guts to play this game by the rules, the kids will have a nice little plane ride.

Mayor: Well, where are yous going?

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

Mayor: I guarantee you lot you will not be molested in whatever way. I give yous my give-and-take of honor on it.

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

Callahan: When are you people gonna stop messing around with this guy. He's gotta be stopped now.

Mayor: He's got a bus load of kids and I can't take that chance. I gave my discussion of award on it, and he volition not be molested — and that's a directly order, Callahan!

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

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

Motorcoach Kid: Where are we going?

Scorpio: What? What did you say?

Motorbus Kid: Where are we going?

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

Omnibus Kid: I wanna become habitation to my mommy.

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

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[The Scorpio Killer holds an innocent kid hostage at the border 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 paw]

Scorpio: Drop the fucking gun!

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

Callahan: I know what you're thinking, punk. You're thinking "Did he fire six shots or but five?" At present, to tell you the truth, I've forgotten myself in all this excitement. Merely beingness this is a .44 Magnum, the well-nigh powerful handgun in the world and it will accident your head clean off, you've gotta inquire yourself a question: 'Do I feel lucky?

[Scorpio attempts to stand up and grab 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]

• Go ahead, make my solar day.
  • The line "Get ahead, make my day" isn't uttered by Harry at any point in the film. He instead get-go uttered it in 1983's Sudden Impact.
• Practise you feel lucky, punk?
  • The line actually said in the film is, "You've got to inquire yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do you, punk?"

Taglines [edit]

• You don't assign him to murder cases - you just turn him loose.
• Detective Harry Callahan. He doesn't break murder cases - he smashes them.
• Dirty Harry and the homicidal maniac. Harry's the 1 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 "Dirty Harry". And boy, does he get all the dingy jobs.
• Marvelous!

Cast [edit]

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

Encounter too [edit]

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

External links [edit]

• 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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