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.

"lf you agree,

say so tomorrow morning...

"...at personal column,

San Francisco Chronicle...

"...and I will set up meeting.

"lf I do not hear from you...

"...it'll 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 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 outside.

Send lnspector Callahan in.

Callahan?

Mr. Mayor, lnspector Callahan.

All right.

Let's have it.

-What?

-Your report. What have you done?

For the past 3/4 hour...

...I've been sitting in your

outer office waiting on you.

Damn it, Harry.

It's the mayor you're talking to.

Won't you sit down, lnspector 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 helicopters...

...especially around

the Catholic churches and schools...

...and in the black area.

Ballistics is checking on the slug.

We're sure it's a 30-06.

Seven lands and grooves,

right-hand twist--

We're running a computer check...

...on everybody in the files

whose birthday falls between...

...October 23 and November 21.

Why?

Natives of Scorpio.

Thank you, lnspector.

Mention this note to anyone?

How about you?

Nobody.

Your wife, sweetheart? Press?

Nobody.

All right. Give the message

to the Chronicle.

We'll pay. But we need time

to get the money together.

Wait a minute. Do I get this right?

You'll play this creep's game?

It'll give us breathing space.

It might get somebody killed.

Let me meet with the son of a b*tch!

Nope, none of that.

It would end up with a real bloodbath.

I agree with the chief.

We'll do it this way.

Thank you, Mr. Mayor.

Come on, Callahan, let's go.

I don't want trouble, like you had

last year in the Fillmore district.

That's my policy.

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?

When a naked man chases a woman in

an alley with a knife and a hard-on...

...I figure he isn't out

collecting for the Red Cross.

I think he's got a point.

-lnspector Callahan.

-Jaffee.

Usual.

Usual lunch, or usual dinner?

What difference does it make?

Not much.

Hey, Jaffee...

...is that tan Ford still

in front of the bank?

Tan Ford?

Yeah, tan Ford.

Engine running?

I don't know. How can I tell?

-Exhaust fumes out of the tailpipe.

-That's awful!

Look at that pollution.

Do me a favor, will you?

Call this telephone number.

Police Department?

Tell them lnspector Callahan

thinks there's a...

...two-eleven in progress

at the bank. Got it?

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.

Sh*t!

Halt!

I know what you're thinking.

Did he fire six shots or only five?

To tell the truth, in all the excitement

I've kind of lost track myself.

But since this is a.44 Magnum,

the most powerful handgun...

...and would blow

your head clean off...

...you've got to ask yourself

one question:
"Do I feel lucky?"

Well, do you, punk?

I got to know.

Son of a b*tch!

It looks like we can save that leg.

I've got a couple under my knee.

Ever consider

another line of work?

I really appreciate this, Steve.

We Potrero Hill boys

have to stick together.

Nothing fancy, now.

Just a little tweezers

and Mercurochrome.

Do I tell you how to beat a confession

out of a prisoner?

-I haven't got all night.

-You might experience discomfort.

But if you do,

just have your wife fix a...

Sorry, Harry.

What will you do with those?

Cut your pants off.

-No. We'll pull them off.

-lt'll hurt.

For $29.50, let it hurt.

You can turn your back

if you're embarrassed.

-Good morning, lnspector.

-Maria.

You wanted to see me, Lieutenant?

When the hell

you going to get a haircut?

Whenever you do.

Who's got time? I was up till 3 a.m.

checking the search patterns.

-Put in for overtime.

-That'll be the day.

You made a good pinch.

Chief was pleased.

-He was?

-He wanted me to tell you: "Well done! "

I can't tell you how moved I am.

I pass along a compliment...

...you could be a little polite.

It might not kill you to say thanks.

I'd rather say thanks to a raise.

Harry, check communications.

Something from Chicago. A gun nut.

-I'll get right on it.

-Now wait a minute!

I'll put somebody with you.

What are you saying?

You need a partner.

-What's wrong with the one I've got?

-He's in the hospital!

-He'll be out in a few weeks.

-Say hello to Chico Gonzales.

-He'll be working with you.

-You must be kidding.

I have no 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 worked

with. Deitzick's in the hospital...

...and Fanduchi's dead.

So?

If I need a partner, I'll get me one

who knows what he's doing.

What about DiGeorgio?

No way!

You work with Gonzales

or you don't work.

Straight from the fifth floor.

Got it?

I got it.

If you see DiGeorgio, send him in here!

You from around here?

Yeah, but I went to San Jose State.

-Play ball?

-No, I boxed. Light heavyweight.

Just what I need is a college boy.

-Found anything you like about me yet?

-It's early yet.

-Get your degree?

-Sociology.

-Sociology! You'll go far, if you live.

-I intend to.

Inspector Callahan.

Don't let your degree get you killed.

I'm liable to get killed with you.

I'll remember that.

-Hero! Nice work yesterday.

-Fatso! Bressler wants to see you.

You're a sweet man, Harry.

There is one question,

lnspector Callahan.

Why do they call you Dirty Harry?

That's one thing about our Harry.

Doesn't play favorites.

Harry hates everybody: limeys, micks,

hebes, dagos, n*ggers, 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 know

how the helicopter boys lost him!

How could they let him get out

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 louder.

Prowler last seen

in the vicinity of Washington Square.

He is an adult male.

Caucasian. Repeat,

adult male Caucasian.

When last seen,

he was wearing tan chinos...

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