John Mitchum: De Georgio

Dirty Harry

De Georgio

De Georgio: You need any help, Harry?
Harry Callahan: Go on out and get some air, fatso!
[turns to killer]
The Killer: [pleading] Please! No more! I'm hurt! Can't you see I'm hurt? You shot me! Please, don't, don't! Let me have a doctor, let-let me have a doctor. Please, get me the doctor! Don't kill me!
Harry Callahan: The girl, where is she?
The Killer: [crying with reason] You tried to kill me!
Harry Callahan: If I tried that, your head would be splattered all over this field.
[demanding]
Harry Callahan: Now, where's the girl?
The Killer: [almost crying] I want a lawyer.
Harry Callahan: [angered] I said, where's the girl?
The Killer: [cries] I have the rights to a lawyer.
Harry Callahan: [raises his voice] Where's the girl?
The Killer: I have the rights to a lawyer!
[Harry looks at Scorpio's wound on his leg]
The Killer: Don't, please!
[Harry begins begins to slowly push his shoe on the wound]
The Killer: I have right to a lawYEEER!
[Scorpio begins to scream in pain as the camera zooms out]

Gonzales: There is one question, Inspector Callahan: Why do they call you "Dirty Harry"?
De Georgio: Ah that's one thing about our Harry, doesn't play any favorites! Harry hates everybody: Limeys, Micks, Hebes, Fat Dagos, Niggers, Honkies, Chinks, you name it.
Gonzales: How does he feel about Mexicans?
De Georgio: Ask him.
Harry Callahan: Especially Spics.