Dirty Harry 1 (Dirty Harry)

Jesus.

"To the city of San Francisco.

I will enjoy killing one person every day...

...until you pay me one hundred thousand dollars.

If you agree, say so tomorrow morning...

...in personal column, San Francisco Chronicle...

...and I will set up meeting.

If I do not hear from you...

...it will be my next pleasure to kill a Catholic priest or a..."

"Scorpio."

- What goes on in their minds? - Kooks.

Where the hell does he expect me to find a hundred thousand dollars?

You're not... You're not thinking of paying him, are you, Mr. Mayor?

The city of San Francisco does not pay criminals not to commit crimes.

Instead, we pay a police department.

Chief, who's in charge of this case?

Inspector Callahan. He's waiting outside.

Send Inspector Callahan in.

Callahan?

Mr. Mayor, Inspector Callahan.

All right. Let's have it.

- Have what? - Your report. What have you been doing?

Well, for the past three-quarters of an hour, I've been sitting on my ass waiting on you.

Damn it all, Harry. That's the mayor you're talking to.

Won't you sit down, Inspector Callahan?

There's a madman loose.

I've asked you what's being done. Fair enough?

We've got a dozen men checking identification files.

Checking on all known extortionists, rooftop prowlers...

- ...rifle nuts, peepers... - Mr. Mayor?

We've arranged for rooftop surveillance and helicopter patrols...

...especially around the Catholic churches and schools and in the black area.

Ballistics is checking on the slug. We're pretty sure it's a 30-06.

- Seven lands and grooves, right-hand twist... - Sir?

We're running a computer check...

...on everybody in the files whose birthday falls between...

- ...October 23 and November the 21st. - Why?

Natives of Scorpio.

Thank you, inspector.

Have any of you mentioned this note to anyone?

How about you?

- Nobody. - Your wife, sweetheart? Press?

Nobody.

All right. Give the message to The Chronicle.

We'll agree to pay. But we need time to get the money together.

Wait a minute. Do I get this right?

- You're gonna play this creep's game? - It'll get us more breathing space.

It might get somebody killed.

Why don't you let me meet with the son of a bitch?

None of that. We'd end up with a real bloodbath.

I agree with the chief. We'll do it this way, all right?

Thank you, Mr. Mayor. Come on, Callahan, let's go.

- Callahan? - Sir?

I don't want any more trouble like you had last year in the Fillmore district.

Understand? That's my policy.

Yeah, well, when an adult male is chasing a female...

...with intent to commit rape, I shoot the bastard. That's my policy.

Intent?

How did you establish that?

A naked man is chasing a woman through an alley with a butcher knife and a hard-on...

...I figure he isn't out collecting for the Red Cross.

I think he's got a point.

Thank you.

- Inspector Callahan. - Jaffe.

Usual.

- So, the usual lunch or the usual dinner? - Well, what difference does it make?

Not much.

Hey, Jaffe...

...is that tan Ford still parked across, in front of the bank?

Tan Ford?

- Yeah, tan Ford. - Engine running?

I don't know. How can I tell?

- Exhaust fumes coming out of the tailpipe. - That's awful.

Look at that pollution.

Yeah.

Do me a favor, will you?

Call this telephone number.

Police Department?

Yeah. Tell them Inspector Callahan thinks there's a...

- ...2-11 in progress at the bank. Got it? - Two-eleven.

Got it.

Be sure and tell them it's in progress, right?

In progress. Yes, sir.

Now, if they'll just wait till the cavalry arrives.

Shit.

Halt!

I know what you're thinking:

"Did he fire six shots or only five?"

Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself.

But being 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 one question: "Do I feel lucky?"

Well, do you, punk?

Hey.

I got to know.

You son of a bitch.

Well, Harry, it looks like we can save that leg.

I've got a couple under my knee here too.

- Did you ever consider another line of work? - I really appreciate this. You know, Steve?

It's okay. We Potrero Hill boys have to stick together.

Nothing fancy now, huh?

You know, just a little tweezers and Mercurochrome.

Do I come down to the station and tell you how to beat a confession out of a prisoner?

- Come on, I haven't got all night. - You might experience a little discomfort.

But if you do, just have your wife fix a...

I'm sorry, Harry.

- What are you gonna do with those? - Cut your pants off.

- Oh, no, no. We'll pull them off. - It'll hurt.

For $29.50, let it hurt.

You can turn your back if you're embarrassed.

- Good morning, inspector. - Maria.

You wanted to see me, lieutenant?

Yeah.

Hey, when the hell you gonna get a haircut?

Well, whenever you do.

Look, who's got time? I was up till 3 a.m. checking the search patterns.

- Well, put in for overtime. - That'll be the day.

That was a good pinch you made. Chief was pleased.

- He was? - Yeah, he really was.

- He wanted me to tell you, "Well done." - I can't tell you how deeply moved I am.

I pass along a compliment...

You could at least be a little bit polite. It might not even kill you to say thanks.

I'd much rather say thanks to a raise.

Hey, Harry, check communications. Something from Chicago. A gun nut.

- I'll get right on it. - Now wait a minute. Wait a minute!

I'm putting somebody with you.

- What are you talking about? - You need a partner.

- What's the matter with the partner I've got? - He's in the hospital.

- He'll be out in a couple weeks. - Say hello to Chico Gonzales.

- He'll be working with you. - AI, you've gotta be kidding.

I haven't got the time to break in newcomers.

- Why don't you do this boy a favor? - What do you mean?

You know what happens to guys I've worked with. Deitzick's in the hospital...

- ...and Fanduchi's dead. - So?

So if I need a partner, I'll get me someone who knows what he's doing.

- What's the matter with Frank De Georgio? - No way.

You're working with Gonzales or you don't work.

That's straight from the fifth floor. You got it?

I got it.

If you see De Georgio, send him in here.

You from around here?

Yeah, but I went to school at San Jose State.

- You play ball? - No, I boxed. Light heavyweight.

Just what I need is a college boy.

- Haven't found one thing you like about me? - Well, it's early yet.

- Get your degree? - Sociology.

Sociology? Oh, you'll go far, that's if you live.

- I intend to. - Inspector Callahan.

Don't let your degree get you killed. I'm liable to get killed along with you.

I'll remember that.

- Hey, hero. Nice work yesterday. - All right, fatso. Bressler wants to see you.

You're a sweet man, Harry.

There is one question, Inspector Callahan.

Why do they call you Dirty Harry?

Now, that's one thing about our Harry. Doesn't play any favorites.

Harry hates everybody: limeys, micks, hebes, dagos, niggers, honkies, chinks.

You name it.

- How does he feel about Mexicans? - Ask him.

Especially spics.

Hey! There's a guy on the roof over there.

On Stockton Street by Washington Square.

You, on the roof.

You, there.

Yes, you. Stop what you're doing.

Turn around and put your hands in the air.

I don't understand how the helicopter boys lost him.

How did they let him get out of the building without seeing him?

They were probably talking instead of looking, like they were supposed to.

That's possible.

- Attention, all units. - Turn that thing up a little louder, will you?

...On the rooftop prowler. Last seen in the vicinity of Washington Square.

He is an adult male Caucasian.

- Repeat, adult male Caucasian. - There goes a satisfied customer.

When last seen, the suspect was wearing tan chinos...

...a pale blue shirt, brown coat or sweater, dark gloves.

He was carrying a tan suitcase...

...which probably contains a 30-06 rifle. This man is wanted on suspicion...

These loonies, they ought to throw a net over the whole bunch of them.

I know what you mean.

- There. - What?

Tan suitcase.

- Where? - I lost him.

There he goes, over there. Does that bag look tan to you?

I don't know, I haven't even seen him yet.

Let's go to Filbert and hang a left.

Look out for these people!

- Hey, fruitcake, what are you doing? - Get out of the way, hammerhead.

It was a tan suitcase. I know it was. I know it was.

I saw him. I saw him.

- There he is. Right over there. - I see him.

Okay.

Car 2, the license number...

...at 10-32 on that Chevrolet, Colorado plates.

- How do you wanna work this? - You find another entrance. I'll go in here.

- Okay. - Car 2, what's the model of that Chevrolet?

Car 2. It's an Impala convertible.

10-4.

You can cancel that 10-25. There's three cars here.

Anybody home?

- I brought you a nice present. - Let me see it.