Home  ›  You Can Go Home Again Monica Mcgoldrick Main Points

You Can Go Home Again Monica Mcgoldrick Main Points

Written By Saturday, March 19, 2022 Add Comment Edit

Dirty harry de.svg

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

When a naked man is chasing a woman through an alley with a butcher pocketknife and a difficult-on, I effigy he isn't out collecting for the Red Cantankerous.

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 kind of lost track myself. Only being equally this is a .44 Magnum, the virtually powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your caput clean off, you've got to enquire yourself one question: "Do I experience lucky?" Well, practise ya, punk?

Dirty Harry is a 1971 flick virtually a San Francisco cop with little regard for rules, simply who always gets results, tracking downwards 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).

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

Harry Callahan [edit]

  • Yous gotta be kidding. I don't got any time to break in any newcomers. Why don't you do this male child a favor ... if I need a partner, I'll get me someone who knows what the hell he's doin'.
  • [to Gonzalez] Folklore? Oh, y'all'll get far — that'due south if you live ... Just don't let your college degree go you killed 'cause I'm liable to become killed along with ya.
  • At present you know why they call me "Dirty Harry". I become every muddied job that comes forth.
  • Gonzalez was obeying orders from his superior, me ... he didn't know annihilation virtually it. And when this mess is over, if he [the Chief] wants my badge, well, he can accept that as well.

Chico Gonzalez [edit]

  • No wonder they call him Dirty Harry. Ever get the shit-end of the stick.

Scorpio Killer [edit]

  • [in note to the mayor] To the Metropolis of San Francisco, I will relish killing i person every mean solar day until you pay me i hundred chiliad dollars ($100,000). If you agree say so tomorrow morning in Personal Cavalcade San Francisco Relate and I will set upwards meeting. If I do not hear from yous it will exist my next pleasance to kill a Catholic priest or a nigger. Scorpio
  • [in a letter of the alphabet] The double-crossing San Francisco police made me do this. Now bribe $200,000 in used 10s and 20s. I man with yellow bag, s side, Marina Green, East Harbor, 9 p.one thousand., she has oxygen until 3 a.k. tomorrow morn, red panties and bra, nice tits, mole on left thigh. Anything cute and you lot'll force me to let girl die of slow suffocation. Scorpio
  • [to Callahan, on the phone] If I even think y'all're existence followed, the daughter dies. If you talk to anyone, I don't care if it's a Pekinese pissing against a lamppost, the daughter dies ... No motorcar. I requite you a certain amount of time to go from telephone berth to telephone booth. I ring iv times. You lot don't answer by the fourth ring, I hang up and that's the terminate of the game. The girl dies ... Cop! ... I hope you're not stupid.
  • [to Callahan] Left paw. Permit's run into the gun.[Harry pulls out his .44 Magnum] My! That's a big one.
  • [to Callahan] No, don't pass out on me at present cop! No, no, no, no, no, non withal, not yet, don't pass out on me yet you rotten oinker! Do we understand each other? I said do we understand each other? (Harry nods) Okay, at present heed upward cop, I changed my mind. I'thousand going to allow her dice, I but wanted you to know that. You lot hear me? I just wanted you to know that before I killed you![laughs crazily] Good day, 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 wait at me, just look at me. I'm supposed to be innocent until proven guilty and merely look at what they did to me. Everywhere I go, cops follow me — and only expect at me.
  • [to a school bus commuter] Hear me, you lot one-time hag, I'm telling you to bulldoze or I'll decorate this charabanc with your brains.
  • [in a note] To the City of San Francisco — You take double-crossed me for the last fourth dimension. I'k warning y'all to have my $200,000 dollars and a jet airplane ready and waiting. I will call the Mayor'due south Office at one o'clock and tell y'all almost the hostages who I will be happy to impale if you lot don't exercise exactly what I say. Scorpio.
  • [last word to Callahan as he threatens to kill a immature boy fishing] Drop the gun, pitter-patter! I'll blow his brains out! [chuckles evilly] Drib the fucking gun!

Others [edit]

  • Mayor: The Metropolis of San Francisco does not pay criminals not to commit crimes. Instead, nosotros pay a police department.
  • Lt. Al Bressler: Only go where you're told, do what yous're told, play it straight down the line ... Nada cute, zippo fancy. Just pay the bribe money and report back here.

Dialogue [edit]

Mayor: All right, allow's take it.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Have what?
Mayor: Your report. What accept you been doing?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Oh, well for the by iii quarters of an hour, I take been sitting on my ass in your outer office, waiting on you.
Lt. Al Bressler: Dammit all, Harry, that's the Mayor you're talking to! ...
Mayor: Won't you sit downwardly Inspector Callahan? ... There's a madman loose, I've asked you what's beingness done, off-white enough?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Nosotros've got a dozen men checking identification files, checking on all known extortionists, roof meridian prowlers, rifle basics, peepers..
Lt. Al Bressler: Mr. Mayor — we've arranged for rooftop surveillance and helicopter patrols especially around the Catholic churches and schools and in the black areas.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Ballistics is checking on the slug. We're pretty certain it'due south a .30-06, 7 lands and grooves, right-hand twist ...
Lt. Al Bressler: Sir — nosotros're running a reckoner check on everybody in the files whose altogether falls between Oct 23rd and Nov 21st.
Mayor: Why?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Natives of Scorpio.
Mayor: Cheers Inspector. Have whatever of you mentioned this annotation to anyone? How virtually y'all? (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 need fourth dimension to get the money together.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Wait a minute. Do I get this right? You're gonna play this pitter-patter's game?
Mayor: It'll get us more breathing space.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Information technology besides might get somebody killed. Why don't you let me meet with the son-of-a-bitch?
Main: No, none of that. You'd cease up with a real blood-bath.
Mayor: I hold with the Master. We'll do it this way, all right?
Lt. Al Bressler: Thank you Mr. Mayor. Come on Callahan, let'south go.
Mayor: (calls out) Callahan.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Sir?
Mayor: I don't want any more trouble like you had last year in the Fillmore District. Understand? That's my policy.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Yeah, well, when an adult male is chasing a female person with intent to commit rape, I shoot the bastard; that's my policy.
Mayor: Intent? How did yous plant that?
Insp. Harry Callahan: 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 Ruby-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 tiffin or the usual dinner?
Insp. Harry Callahan: Well, what difference does that make?
Jaffe: Non much.
[long suspension]
Insp. Harry Callahan: Say Jaffe, is that tan Ford still parked across in front end of the banking concern?
Jaffe: Tan Ford ... Mmm mmm yep. 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! Look at all that pollution.
Insp. Harry Callahan: Yeah. Practice me a favor. [gives him sideslip of paper] Phone 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 depository financial institution. Be 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!
[After shooting several of the bank-robbers and stopping their getaway motorcar past shooting the driver, Inspector Callahan approaches the front steps of the bank. The bank robber that Callahan shot first, wounding him and forcing him to drop his shotgun, now makes an effort to remember information technology. He pauses as he sees Callahan approach, aiming his revolver.]
Callahan: I know what you're thinking: "Did he burn down 6 shots or simply five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost rails myself. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the about powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your caput clean off, y'all've got to enquire yourself one question: 'Exercise I feel lucky?' Well, do you, punk?
[The thief gives upwards 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, just the gun just clicks on an empty chamber, and he grins, laughs, and walks away.]
Thief: Son of a bitch...
  • Note: bolded portion is ranked #51 in the American Film Institute's listing of the top 100 movie quotations in American cinema.
Doctor: Sure, Harry. We can save the leg. [takes out some pair of scissors]
Callahan: What are you going to do with those?
Doctor: Going to cutting your pants off.
Callahan: No. I'll have them off.
Medico: Information technology'll injure.
Callahan: For $29.50, let it hurt. You can turn your back if y'all're embarrassed ...
Gonzales: Why do they call ya "Muddy 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 lot name it.
Gonzales: How does he feel nearly Mexicans?
De Georgio: Ask him.
Callahan:(says with a flash) Peculiarly Spics.
Callahan: These loonies. They ought to throw a net over the whole bunch of 'em.
Gonzales: I know what y'all mean.
Pedestrian: Hey, fruitcake, what do y'all think you're doing?
Callahan: Get the hell out of the way, hammerhead.
Thug 1: What's in the bag, human being?
Callahan: You lot dudes go lost now, ya hear?
Thug 2: Spiral the bag.
Thug 3: Yeah, simply requite us the wallet now.
(Harry clubs the third thug with the handbag, then kicks their pal in the face up, so pulls his gun on the first thug)
Callahan: (seething in agony) Yous don't listen likewise good, do ya, asshole?
Callahan: I'm Callahan.
Beau: My friends call me Alice, but I'll take a dare.
Callahan: Well, Alice, when was the concluding time y'all were disrepair?
Young man: If you're vice, I'll impale myself.
Callahan: Well, practise information technology at home!
Gonzalez: [most quitting the force] I've been doing a lot of thinking about it. I have a teaching credential and I effigy, what for, you know?
[suspension]
Gonzalez's wife: I thought I could have it ... Whatever it takes to be a cop's wife, I'thousand just not sure I'k making it. He actually tries and these bastards, you know, Pig this, Sus scrofa that. Ah, but perhaps it's when I sentry him walk out that door at night, and I think, what if this is the last time I e'er run into him once again ... doesn't it bulldoze your wife crazy?
Callahan: Nope.
Gonzalez's wife: You hateful she got used to it.
Callahan: No, she never did really.
Gonzalez'southward wife: Well, what and then?
Callahan: She'due south dead.
Gonzalez's wife: Oh, please forgive me.
Callahan: She was driving dwelling late one night and a drunk crossed the center line. In that location was no reason for it, really.
Gonzalez's wife: I'm so sorry.
Callahan: That'due south o.yard. Look, I desire you to tell Chico that I empathise, you know, him quitting. I-I retrieve he'southward correct. This is no life for you two.
Gonzalez'southward wife: Why practice yous stay in it so?
Callahan: I don't know, I actually don't.
De Georgio: Illegal entry, no warrant.
Callahan: Looks like we climb.
De Georgio: Uh-uh. As well much linguine. I'll find another fashion.
De Georgio: Yous demand any aid?
Callahan: Keep out and get some air, fatso.
De Georgio: You're the boss.
Scorpio: (haemorrhage through his leg from a bullet wound) Please no more than, I'grand hurt, can't you run across I'm hurt? You shot me, please don't, don't! Let me have a doctor ... Please requite me the medico, don't kill me!
Callahan: The daughter, 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 daughter?
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, desire a lawyer.......(at present whimpers in pain as Harry steps on his injury, causing even so more suffering)
District Attorney: I've just been looking over your abort report. A very unusual piece of police work. Really astonishing.
Callahan: Yes, well I had some luck.
Commune Chaser: You're lucky I'm non indicting y'all for assault with intent to commit murder.
Callahan: What?!
District Attorney: Where the hell does it say you've got a right to kick down 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 Subpoena. What I'm saying is, that man had rights.
Callahan: Well, I'm all "broken up" about that man's rights.
Commune Attorney: You should be. I've got news for you, Callahan. Every bit soon as he'southward well plenty to leave the hospital, he walks.
Callahan: What are yous talking about?
District Attorney: He'southward free.
Callahan: You mean you lot're letting him go?
District Attorney: Nosotros have to, we can't endeavour him.
Callahan: And why is that?
District Attorney: Because I'one thousand not wasting a half a million dollars of the taxpayer's money on a trial nosotros can't possibly win. The trouble is, nosotros don't have whatsoever evidence.
Callahan: Bear witness? What the hell do y'all call that? [He gestures toward Scorpio'due south weapon]
District Attorney: I phone call it cipher, zero.
Callahan: Are yous trying to tell me that Ballistics can't lucifer the bullet up to this rifle?
Commune Attorney: It does not matter what Ballistics can exercise. This rifle might make a squeamish souvenir. But information technology's inadmissible every bit bear witness.
Callahan: And who says that?
District Attorney: It's the constabulary.
Callahan: Well then, the law is crazy!
District Chaser: This is Gauge Bannerman of the appellate courtroom. He also holds classes in Constitutional Law in Berkeley. I've asked him for an opinion — your Award?
Judge Bannerman: Well, in my stance, the search of the doubtable's quarters was illegal. Evidence obtained thereby, such every bit that hunting rifle, for case, is inadmissible in court. You should have gotten a search warrant. I'm sorry, but it's that unproblematic.
Callahan: Search warrant!? There was a daughter dying.
District Attorney: She was in fact dead according to the medical report.
Callahan: But I didn't know that.
Gauge: The court would have to recognize the law officer's legitimate concern for the girl'south life, just at that place is no way they can possibly disregard police torture. All prove apropos the girl — the doubtable'south confession, all physical evidence — would have to be excluded.
Callahan: (sighs) There must be something yous tin can get him on.
Estimate: Without the evidence of the gun and the girl, (one-half chuckles) I couldn't captive him of spitting on the sidewalk. No, the suspect's rights were violated, under the Fourth and Fifth and probably the Sixth and Fourteenth Amendments.
Callahan: And Anne Marie Deacon, what nigh her rights? I mean, she's raped and left in a hole to die. Who speaks for her?
District Attorney: The Commune Attorney'south role, if you lot'll allow us. I've got a wife and 3 kids. I don't want him on the streets any more than than you lot practise.
Callahan: Well, he won't be out at that place long.
District Chaser: What is that supposed to mean?
Callahan: I mean sooner or later on he's gonna stub his toe and then I'll be right in that location.
District Attorney: This function won't represent any harassment.
Callahan: Y'all know, yous're crazy if you think y'all've heard the concluding of this guy. He'southward gonna kill once more.
District Chaser: How exercise you know?
Callahan: 'Cause he likes information technology.
Principal: Accept you been following that man?
Callahan: Yeah, I've been following him on my ain fourth dimension. And anybody can tell I didn't do that to him.
Principal: How?
Callahan: Cause he looks too damn good, that's how!
Mayor: (on phone) The jet must exist fueled and fix to get in a half an hour. Skeleton crew, they must be volunteers. Tell them the man is dangerous. Well, hither, I'll read you this note which was delivered at 8 o'clock this morning: "To the City of San Francisco. You have double-crossed me for the last fourth dimension. I'm warning y'all to have my $200,000 in a jet airplane ready and waiting. I will call Mayor'south office at one o'clock and tell you about the hostages who I volition be happy to kill if you lot don't exercise exactly what I say, Scorpio" (pauses) Well, you better have somebody standing past — information technology could be a false alarm simply don't count on it.
Scorpio: Information technology's very elementary. I've got the kids and you start screwing around, the kids start dying. Is the aeroplane set up?
Mayor: The jet is being fueled and set to go at the drome. The money will exist there past the time y'all get at that place.
Scorpio: All right, now heed and listen very carefully. I'thousand going to exist driving along nice and easy, just me and a charabanc 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 law cars, helicopters, whatever. Now if y'all got the guts to play this game by the rules, the kids volition have a overnice little plane ride.
Mayor: Well, where are you going?
Scorpio: I'll tell the pilot when I become on the plane. No alerts, nothin'.
Mayor: I guarantee yous you lot will not be molested in whatever way. I give you my discussion of honor on it.
Master: Callahan? — you willing to have the money to him?
Callahan: When are you people gonna end messing around with this guy. He's gotta be stopped at present.
Mayor: He's got a bus load of kids and I can't take that chance. I gave my word of honour on information technology, and he volition not be molested — and that's a straight society, Callahan!
Callahan: Well, y'all can but get yourself another delivery boy.
Scorpio: [singing] Row, row, row your boat/gently down the stream/merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily ...
Autobus Kid: Where are we going?
Scorpio: What? What did you say?
Bus Kid: Where are we going?
Scorpio: We're going to the ice-cream factory and run across how water ice-cream'southward made. At present anybody who doesn't wanna go can get off right here.
Double-decker Kid: I wanna get habitation to my mommy.
Scorpio: [slaps the kid] Stupid kid! Come on sing everyone! Sing or I'll go home and kill all your mommies, sing, sing!
[The Scorpio Killer holds an innocent kid hostage at the edge of a cliff]
Scorpio: Drop 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 drib his gun, only to burn down it at Scorpio, who lets the kid go. Callahan then approaches the wounded Scorpio and points the gun at Scorpio, who is about to remember his]
Callahan: I know what you lot're thinking, punk. You're thinking "Did he fire six shots or just five?" Now, to tell you the truth, I've forgotten myself in all this excitement. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the near powerful handgun in the world and it will accident your head clean off, you lot'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, but to be shot in the head and killed]

Misattributed [edit]

  • Go ahead, make my twenty-four hour period.
    • The line "Become alee, brand my day" isn't uttered by Harry at whatsoever point in the film. He instead first uttered information technology in 1983'southward Sudden Touch on.
  • Do you feel lucky, punk?
    • The line really said in the pic is, "You've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do you lot, punk?"

Taglines [edit]

  • Yous don't assign him to murder cases - you lot just plow him loose.
  • Detective Harry Callahan. He doesn't break murder cases - he smashes them.
  • Dirty Harry and the homicidal bedlamite. Harry'due south the one with the badge.
  • Practise you feel lucky, punk?
  • With his .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the earth, Muddy Harry wipes out criminal offense to hell.
  • Clint Eastwood is "Dirty Harry". And male child, does he get all the muddy jobs.
  • Marvelous!

Bandage [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)

See likewise [edit]

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

External links [edit]

Wikipedia

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

chunncatertion.blogspot.com

Source: https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Dirty_Harry

0 Response to "You Can Go Home Again Monica Mcgoldrick Main Points"

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

Iklan Atas Artikel

Iklan Tengah Artikel 1

Iklan Tengah Artikel 2

Iklan Bawah Artikel