Do exactly as I say.
Stand up slowly, walk ahead of me and open the door.
Freeze!
Everybody freeze! Nobody move!
You, lock the doors.
All of you, eat the floor! Now!
Now!
Get your ass down here now.
Lock it. Right now, lock it.
Eat the floor. Move!
Let's go!
Come on, move it. Go.
Two minutes.
1:45.
Stay down.
One minute.
30 seconds.
Now!
Time!
- Move out. - Move it.
# No matter what you think you pulled
# You'll find it's not enough
# No matter who you think you know
# You won't get through
# It's a given LA law someone's faster on the draw
# No matter where you hide, I'm comin' after you
# Shakedown, breakdown, takedown
# Everybody wants into the crime life
# Breakdown, takedown, you're busted
# Shakedown, breakdown, honey
# Just about the time you're thinking it's all right
# Breakdown, shakedown, you're busted
# Oh, busted
# This is a town where everyone is reachin' for the top
# This is a place where second best will never do
# It's OK but once you shine
# But once you step across that line
# No matter where you hide, I'm comin' after you
# Shakedown, breakdown, takedown
# Everybody wants into the crime life
# Breakdown, takedown, you're busted
# Shakedown, breakdown, honey
# Just about the time you're thinking it's all right
# Breakdown, shakedown, aw, you're busted
# Breakdown, you're gone, honey
# Just about the time you're thinking it's all right
# Breakdown, takedown, you're busted... #
- Hey, Ace, over here. - Hey, Vinnie.
I'd very much like you to meet Judy.
She can suck a golf ball through 20 feet of garden hose.
Impressive. Can you excuse us?
Go over there! Go over there!
Thank you, Judy. Where'd you find that bitch?
- She's my girl. - The bitch ain't happy.
I need help. I need more credit cards.
How many?
American Express blank credit cards. I need 2,000.
- Get the fuck out of here! - If you can't handle it,
I'll take my money to somebody who can.
OK, whoa, whoa. You got the money?
I said I got a bag of money.
This big, this wide, full to the brim with money.
- When do you need the cards? - In three hours.
Get out. Give me time.
I'm a businessman. I got to make moves.
Three hours!
If you can't help me, I'll go somewhere else.
I got to move all the time.
- You got the money? - I got the money. You got the cards?
Listen, you meet me at this address. Three hours.
Don't have me standing around while you're messing with the titty woman.
- Three hours. - Three hours.
- Three hours... - Three hours...
# Shakedown, breakdown, takedown
# Just about the time you're thinking it's all right
# Breakdown, takedown, shakedown, you're busted
# Shakedown, breakdown... #
Hey, Foley, only real cops can come in here.
- I thought you were dead, Granby. - I hate to bother you. One question.
- I got to go. - I'll ask you later.
You act like you never saw a suit!
Detective Axel Foley, please.
- (Phone) - (Southern accent) Hello!
You has reached the home of George Kingfish Stephens.
Sorry I'm not in but I done gone to the Lodge Hall.
Leave a message and I'll get back at my earliest inconvenience.
- Axel, it's Bogomil. - Hey! How you doing?
I have to cancel out on the fishing trip.
Man! I was going to teach you how to fish.
It's OK cos I'm up to my ass on this credit card fake - and I'm close.
How's your daughter, Jan?
'lf she didn't have a father with a gun, something would've happened!'
She's great, isn't she?
Look, I'm into something kind of important here.
I'll fill you in when I get it straight myself.
I'm late, Axel. Look, you take care of yourself, you hear?
Listen, punch Rosewood in his eye and slap Taggart's bald head for me.
Bye, Axel. I'll call you in a week.
(Dialling tone)
Marcy doesn't want to meet you.
Inspector Todd wants to see you immediately.
What do you mean she doesn't want to see me?
- She doesn't like you. - She doesn't know me.
- I described you to her. - Why?! I help you.
I tell Todd you're working 24 hours a day.
Jesus, look at that watch.
Jeffrey, please, leave me alone!
I got to work undercover with you. Why not?
If Marcy won't give me her number,
I'll give you mine and you pass it on.
I'm very close to shooting you.
As far as undercover goes, I want to be involved.
- You want to work undercover? - Yes!
When Todd asks where I am, tell him I'm pursuing my credit card bust.
Now you're undercover.
(Distant siren)
LA Times got a letter like that two hours ago.
He knows that, Billy.
Is this guy serious?
He's serious about the way he pulled the job.
He knew exactly how long to stay inside and what to take.
Captain, I have this friend...
Why are you involved with this case?
I assigned you and Taggart to the Peterson extortion case.
Bogomil, get your men in here. Come on.
You can't keep God waiting.
I don't want to hear that kind of talk.
He's fired every cop who worked for the old chief.
There's only us three left.
He's still head of this department.
Yes, sir.
Very smart, Billy.
I have a relationship with this dude.
Dude? Dude? We're not even supposed to be working on this case.
Come on, Sarge. I know you have domestic troubles,
but you got to cool out, relax.
Things like this work out. Trust me.
You moron. You called the Supervising Agent of the goddamn FBI
to help break this Alphabet code?
This is a local crime. My men will solve it locally, Roseweed.
- Sir, my name's not Roseweed... - Shut up, please.
And you, Captain Bogomil,
this Alphabet investigation was your baby.
Did you call the FBI? Did you order Rosewood to do that? Did you?
Captain Bogomil didn't know about it.
I said shut up!
Captain Bogomil didn't call the FBI. I did.
I said shut up.
I'm waiting on you, Andrew.
Did you order him to call the goddamn FBI or what?
No, sir, but that's beside the point.
No, that is exactly the point. Thank you. You're history, kiddo.
You know very well that half of police work
are cops following their hunches.
They go with their gut reaction.
I've encouraged this in my men and I'm standing behind Rosewood.
Good! Tell me something, Andrew,
how do you consider yourself a commanding officer?
You can't maintain a supervisory relationship with your own personnel.
And now you've superseded the chain of command.
As of now, you are suspended.
- What? - Shut up!
On what grounds?
You have no control over your troop's activities.
God damn it, you can't do this!
I can't do it? I will not have this investigation pissed away.
This crime, this robbery, could be a political disaster for the mayor.
What about due process?
Policy requires we give you a board of review within two days.
You got two days.
I am fighting you on this, Harold.
Chief Lutz to you.
Where are you going? I'm not through with you two guys.
Would you two like to hold onto your jobs a little while longer?
You report to traffic duty, effective immediately.
Yes, sir.
(Clock chimes)
- Hi. - Hi. Trouble?
Yeah.
Maybe I can help.
Yeah, it just stopped.
- Is it getting gas? - I don't know.
What do you make of this, Andrew?
Who the hell are you?
(Tyres squealing)
Hey, Vinnie!
Yo!
(TV) '..country club prison in Allenwood, Pennsylvania,
'entered the third day of a hunger strike
'protesting the suspension of privileges.
'The Warden said the measures were taken
'to enforce discipline and to teach prisoners the value of cable TV...'
I hate crooks that are late.
'Now the top story from the LA news desk.
'Police Captain Andrew Bogomil was gunned down in broad daylight.
'He is alive but in critical condition.
'He was leading the investigation into the Alphabet crimes.
'And now, Jim, back to you...'
'Beverly Hills Police Department.'
This is Detective Axel Foley. I just heard what happened.
Can somebody patch me to Bogomil's hospital?
- 'Certainly, sir.' - Thank you.
- (Woman) 'Hello?' - Who's this?
It's Jan.
(Axel) 'l just found out. I'm sorry. What happened?'
They operated on him, Axel.
'He's...He's gonna be OK.'
I mean... I think he's gonna be OK.
'Here's Billy.'
(PA) 'Respiratory technician to intensive care.'
Axel...this guy really nailed him. He set him up. Cold blood.
Who?
This Alphabet Bandit.
Are you on it? Who's on the case?
It's all politics here now, Axel.
I don't think they'll let me and Taggart on it.
- Hold on a minute. - Hey, Ace!
Out in a minute! Take care of Jan, all right?
Axel? Axel?
Ace, I'm sorry I'm late, but I run into this broad.
You're the fucking guy with the truckload of cigarettes!
He told the cops he was from Buffalo.
Hey, man, take off your glasses.
I thought that was you, man.
I did get busted and I lost my whole investment!
What's wrong with you? You know I'm a businessman.
You come a half-hour late and you bring a cop!
What cop? He ain't no cop.
It's Dirty Harry himself. What's wrong with you?
- Cop? - Definitely!
He's my nephew.
Well, the dude is definitely bad luck to me!
I'll tell you what's bad luck. My friend's in a prison body shop.
- He's a fucking clown. - What...?
I'm checking you for a wire, man.
If he ain't a cop, why can't I frisk him?
Stop this bullshit.
Why won't he let me frisk him then? Why?
Cut the bullshit.
I got 2,000 blank American Express cards. Right now.
You wanna do business?
With you, but not in front of him because this dude's a cop.
I can smell a pig.
I used to be a Muslim. I know pork. Yes, pork! Definitely pork.
I ain't doing shit around this dude, man.
Fuck you, man. Allahu Akhbar.
You calling me a cop?
- Hey! Hey! - Hey!
Jeff. Hey.
Where have you been? Todd's looking for you.
I hope you made the bust.
- Can I count on you, trust you? - Yes.
We working undercover together? And you'll be quiet?
- Who are you talking to? - OK, listen. Shh, wait.
- Drive the Ferrari for a few days. - The Ferrari?
I'm leaving town for a few days and...
- I need you to drive the Ferrari. - Where?
Around. But you have to be me.
- How do I do that? - Duck down. Drive like this.
- Drive it... - No one can know it's you.
Don't have people hanging around the car.
It draws attention to yourself. Have one person... Marcy!
Drive Marcy in it.
- We're supposed to meet... - What?
For the car. She wants to be in the car.
- She likes the car? - She loves it.
Drive with Marcy, scootch down. Don't tell anybody about this. OK?
And I know you don't understand, but this'll make me cop of the month.
We'll be there smiling together.
- I can trust you? - Yes.
You're my friend? You understand this?
- No. - Good.
Inspector T, how you doing?
Where the fuck you been, Foley?
- And what the fuck is this? - It's a blue slip.
Why the hell you need $1,000?
- A little flash money... - Flash money? Let's see...
$2,000 for a suit.
$200 for a tie.
A requisition order for a Ferrari.
I've seen enough blue slips. How about some arrest slips?
I know you're getting upset. You have reason to be, but I am close.
I am so close now and it's making me crazy.
I could smell it. It's in the air.
Do you smell it? Cos I smell it.
All I smell is your bullshit.
I'm pouring money down a bottomless hole.
Where are the bad guys at the end of this?
Wait. I thought if there was a problem...
Don't think, Axel! It makes my dick itch.
Truth is, this department's furnished you a fortune.
My ass is on the line. I OK'd all this shit.
I must have been out of my fucking mind.
But I can't pull out without a bust or I'm finished.
I promise you, I won't go down alone. I'm gonna give you three days.
If I don't see some results, I'll cover my own ass.
How do you like that arrangement?
If I only have three days, I have to go deep undercover.
I'm deep now. This is deep.
But I'm going deeper. No more money.
I'm going deep, deep, deep undercover.
Sign that, and I'm going so deep, you will not even know...
People will page me.
Axel? No answer cos I'll be deep undercover.
I'm tired of your bullshit, Foley. You got three days.
If I don't see results, I'll grind your ass into dog meat.
Deal. I'll have a dog-meat ass.
Now please sign for my flash money.
Flash money! Make sure nothing happens to that Ferrari.
That's a $50,000 automobile.
No, no, no. It's $67,000. And fast. It goes from 100 to 150 in like...
You just better make sure nothing happens to it.
Don't worry about a thing. The car's safe.
No one else will be driving but me.
I will sleep, eat, drink, shit... No, I ain't going to shit.
You thought I was going to... I ain't gonna shit.
Don't worry about it. I'm on the job. I'm on the job.
That's what I'm afraid of!
He's OK.
- What are you doing here? - How's he doing?
If he's strong enough to live through that, he's got a chance.
- I got to see those letters. - They're at the station.
Yeah, but we can't take you there.
We're not supposed to be on that case.
It's a new ball game and we're not invited.
Neither am l, but I got to see those letters.
It won't hurt to let him see them.
OK, but we got to be careful.
Lutz is just looking for a reason to bust our asses.
Meet me back at the station in an hour.
I'm going to say hi to Jan and...take a peek.
- All right? - OK.
Hey.
- How you doing? - Oh, Axel.
Oh, come on, stop that.
I get shot like this all the time in Detroit. He'll be fine.
He was talking about going fishing until yesterday.
Then...he seemed preoccupied.
I'm gonna come by the house after I get settled and look around, OK?
Thanks, Axel.
# Won't change my mind
# I'm on my way
# Gonna see this paradise
# I have a dream and it's so clear
# Won't think about it twice, no, no
# Don't try to tell me what to do
# Cos freedom is in me, so wild and free... #
(Car alarms sound)
# Yeah, yeah
# There's gotta be a better way
# To put the love inside my life, baby
# There's gotta be a better way without your lovin' here
# Where will I find love?
# I can feel it as the time goes by # Time, time, time, time
# Your spirit getting closer and closer
# I must be on a natural high
# Cos I'm feelin' no pain, no, no
# Whoa, whoa, there's gotta be a better way
# To put the love inside my life, baby
# There's gotta be a better way... #
Where are the owners of this house?
They haven't taken possession yet. They're in Hawaii for a week.
Is there a foreman around? Thank you.
Everybody, stop what you're doing, please. Stop it!
Stop what you're doing!
Beverly Hills building inspector.
Everybody, stop what you're doing. I'd like to speak with your foreman.
You. Put the bucket down! Somebody get me the foreman.
- I'm the foreman here. - You? Where are the plans?
Cos you're making a very big fucking mistake. Get the plans, please.
- Who are you? - I'm the building investigator.
- Nobody told you I was coming? - No.
Get me the goddamn plans. Can you guys stop working?
Stop it! Stop working! Get me the plans.
- Whoa, wait a second. This is wrong. - What do you mean?
These are the old plans! Weren't you at the meeting?
- No. - Before they went to Hawaii?
- No. - Not at the meeting?
I was there to change these plans. The Andersons changed the plans.
Oh, man!
There's not supposed to be any right angles.
- You! You! Stop working! - Stop working!
You're destroying the house.
Wait! No right angles? It's like a doughnut.
What are you, a fucking art critic? Let them live inside a doughnut.
Some people want to live in a round house. You got the money? Fuck it.
Guys, stop it. I'll have to straighten this out.
I'll talk to my people,
they'll talk to your people and nobody gets fired.
I did what they said.
You were right, but whoever told you's an asshole.
Everybody come down, go home. Relax. You got the week off.
We'll straighten this thing out.
Give your boys a big round of applause.
You've done a good job.
Other than the house being square, it's beautiful.
Go home and relax for the rest of the week.
I'll straighten this out. It's Miller time.
All right. Thank you.
So you'll straighten all this out, huh?
Will you stop worrying and go home? Trust me.
Could somebody clean this shit up before you leave?
Lutz's guys are working on the codes.
Lutz thinks he's a serial robber. I think he's a nutcase.
Lutz IS a nut case.
Not Lutz. The Alphabet Bandit.
I don't think so. He's too smart. What else you got?
These shell casings are from the first robbery at Adriano's.
These are .44 auto mags. They don't make these any more - too expensive.
This is a casing from a.308 rifle. They cut it down to fit a.44.
They knew what they were doing.
- Oh, shit. Put this stuff away. - Who's this?
- Lutz. - All right. Show time!
What's going on? Who are you?
- Uh, chief, this is... - Shut up, Rosewood.
Uh, my name is Johnny Wish...Wishbone.
I'm a psychic from the island of St Croix.
Yes, I'm a psychic and I read in the St Croix Gazette
that the Beverly Hills Police had some trouble solving crime.
So I came to Beverly Hills to help.
They tell me they don't want my help. I'm a psychic!
I'm a psychic phenomenon. Watch. I don't know you.
Your name is, um...Lutz! Right?
Chief Lutz, that's your name. The name pop inside my head.
- And your name is, um... - Biddle.
Two more seconds and I'd say it myself.
I don't need no help. I'm Johnny Wishbone, psychic extraordinaire.
If you need me, just think Johnny Wishbone and I come.
Lutz and Biddle, it's like Kibbles and Bits!
Excuse me. Sorry to bother you. Your name is Johnson, right?
What the hell is going on? Is this a magic show?
I'll have your badges unless you go to traffic duty. Get out!
I got angina the minute I saw Foley. Axel's got nine lives. I don't.
You boys ready? Let's go.
You both know Lutz is a shit tinhorn politician.
His boy Biddle couldn't catch the Alphabet killer if he nuked the city.
We got to do this. All for one, one for all.
Lutz is about to fire our asses. I'll lose my pension.
I got a wife and two kids to feed.
You got two kids, not a wife.
Shut up. She might come back.
Maureen's divorcing him again. She's with her mother.
Two years ago, I almost lost my job.
The man put his neck on the line for me.
I'm not going back to Detroit without helping him.
And his boys don't even have any loyalty for him!
OK, don't give me this crap about loyalty.
Andy and I joined the force together.
OK, OK.
If we do this, it's got to be low-profile. Covert.
Billy and I have traffic duty, for Christ's sake.
Give me a break.
- Where'd you get that? - You stole evidence!
- I only took one. - Why?
This is known as a clue.
Few people know how to do this quality work.
- We'll see who recognises it. - Who are these guys?
This is your town. You should know that.
There's a guy at the Beverly Hills Shooting Club.
Russ Fielding. Supposed to be the best.
Let's go see Russ Fielding, then.
- What's in the bag? - My vitamins.
- Give them to me. - You want my vitamins? All of them?
An hour.
Enjoy good health.
- Excuse me. - One second. What year is this?
'73.
- Yes. It is '73. - I know.
Ahem. Uh, may I help you?
I'm from Medalux Explosive Research Company.
Does Russell Fielding work here?
Yes.
He ordered these plutonium-nitrate,
multi-explosive, sound-seeking projectiles.
Here they go. Have a nice day.
Wait a minute. What did you say? Medalux?
Medalux Explosive Research Company.
I don't show any record of that delivery.
I think there must be a mistake. Your company made a mistake.
- Y'all made a mistake. - Ha! No. You don't understand.
I know about every delivery here. They put it in this little log.
We'll straighten this out with research.
This is a sound-seeking projectile. I suggest no telephones. Don't cough.
If you break wind, make it a quiet one.
The slightest peep and your designer jeans won't fit no more.
Y'all handle this after I go.
Ahem. Excuse me. I just realised, you could do me a big favour
and drop this off at Mr. Fielding's office.
Let me explain something.
My friend Bootsie got killed doing this.
I ain't carrying this cos y'all made a mistake. I carry from A to B.
I have a wife and two kids. I'd like to see my twin daughters again.
It's right on your way out. It's no problem.
If you just drop it off at Mr. Fielding's.
What about my daughters, Monique and Eunique? What's in it for my family?
What do you want?
What's in it for me? I have beautiful daughters.
You're asking me to risk my life. What will I get?
$10? I have twin daughters... with pigtails.
Would you take that off my desk and drop it off at Mr. Fielding's?
That's all I have. Please take it. I'm sorry, that's it.
- Where's his office? - Along the corridor, down the steps.
On your way out. The name's on the office.
Just over there.
I'm just doing this for my kids.
This is how Bootsie got killed.
All they found was $20 and a pair of Adidas. Down the hall?
Along the corridor. Down the stairs.
We almost got fucked up.
Thank you.
- Shoe money for my daughters. - Thank you.
$5 a shoe. That's four shoes.
She knew you were hard to live with when she married you.
It's her fault for thinking you'd change.
Thanks.
I really have to admire her
for having the courage to leave you in search for a better life.
I'm sorry. I was trying to make you feel better.
- Do me a favour? - Sure.
Take a break from cheering me up.
Keep the grip tight. There you go.
Fire when you're ready.
Grip down here. There you go.
All right.
Keep it up and to the left. All right?
Excuse me.
- Are you Russ Fielding the gunsmith? - Yeah.
Have you ever seen this before?
It's a.308 rifle shell cut to fit the.44.
- Where'd you get it? - Christmas gift.
Charles Bronson is a friend of the family.
- He gave me this for Christmas. - I'm Karla Fry, assistant manager.
How are you? Beautiful place you have here.
My name's Richard James. Very nice to meet you.
Russ, could I see you for a minute?
- Be right back. - Take your time, Russ.
God damn, that's a big bitch.
- Who is that man? - I don't know.
He's got a .44 auto mag casing from here.
I saw. You sure it's ours?
- I made a whole bunch for Mr. Cain. - You didn't tell him that, did you?
- No. - Don't.
Keep him there while I check him out.
I think we have a problem.
Fielding made that casing for Cain.
You wanted to see me?
I'd like to go over plans C and D.
We've promised to deliver Thomopolis $10 million, Friday at 6pm.
If we fail,
I stand to be put to considerable inconvenience to say the least.
So I'd like to go over it
and avoid the same mistakes that were made on the Adriano job.
What mistakes? Adriano's was perfect.
Adriano's was not perfect.
It was perfectly planned,
but it was executed with incompetence.
It was partly my fault.
I assumed that if my instructions were clear,
even you could follow them.
- Obviously, I was wrong. - I don't understand.
You supplied your thugs with guns from my club?
Yes. But they were totally clean. Nobody could trace them.
Nobody knows you planned the jobs. Nobody knows you wrote the notes,
Karla did the job and left the notes.
Then why is there a man in my club
with shell casings from one of my guns asking questions?
I don't know.
Who is he?
I'd say he's a cop. Wouldn't you?
I don't know. I haven't seen him.
Well, here he is - on television.
Take a good look at him because you're going to kill him.
What?
Kill him, burn him, blow him away.
How long would it take to shave those legs?
I suppose you're trying to be charming.
I'm just offering my grooming services.
I don't think so.
Chip, perfect timing for once.
Chip Cain. I'm the manager here.
How are you, Chip? Beautiful place here, very comfortable.
We do our best. Maybe you'd like to have a guest membership.
That'd be nice, kinda like shooting guns in the house.
Where can I send you an application?
1603 Hillcrest. A big white house. Beautiful place.
We'll send it along with the.44 shells.
Well, I'll be sure to duck.
Goodbye, Mr. James.
I guess that's my cue.
Excuse me.
You got a match? Damn.
Richard James. 1603 Hillcrest Road.
Right. Hey, Cain...you got a match?
Here you go. Keep it. And, Jack, don't screw this up.
What about the cop in hospital?
He's guarded 24 hours a day.
Here's the impending Alphabet note.
Will they be able to break this one?
They'll crack it when we want them to.
How'd it go?
What would you guys say if I said a six-foot blonde works here?
Witnesses reported a six-foot blonde at Adriano's.
Axel, this isn't Detroit.
Six-foot blonde women grow on trees in California.
He's right. They're everywhere.
You really need me! You can't tell there's something weird here?
Meet me at my house at 1603 Hillcrest in about an hour.
Where are my vitamins?
Oh. Your vitamins...
Here's $20. Get some more.
- My house in an hour. - What did he do, sell them?
Freeze.
Damn it, Axel. You scared the hell out of me.
I'm sorry. I let myself in. How you doing?
I'm tired. I had some work to do at the office.
- You still at the insurance company? - Mm-hmm.
Find anything?
A lot of newspaper cut-outs about oil prices dropping.
Did you invest in oil stocks?
On a cop's pay? No way.
And there's an ad for a club called 385 North.
Is that one of your father's hangouts?
Your father got shot cos he was on to something. But what?
Do me a favour, use your connections at your company
to find out about a guy named Maxwell Dent.
I'll try.
Listen, you can let yourself out. I'm gonna take a shower.
OK.
Don't shoot nobody.
- This has got to be a mistake. - There's his car.
If he's here, he must be robbing the place.
Axel?
Axel!
I don't like this, Billy.
Axel?
Why would he be here?
Maybe the Pointer Sisters live here.
- Shh! - What?!
Out back.
(TV) 'Thank you. Welcome to Wheel of Fortune.
'l just thought I heard Jack say...'
Hey! Watch out. The deck's very slippery.
There's beer in the refrigerator or you can make yourself martinis.
Wait. You're on duty. No martinis. Perrier water is what you want.
Swimming trunks in the bedroom. Dive in the pool.
What are you doing in a place like this?
What? A place like what?
- Like this. Swimming pool, jacuzzi. - What? I'm spoiling myself rotten.
The construction? I am embarrassed about that.
I'm just using the other five bedrooms - compromising my lifestyle.
You've stolen this house.
How can you steal a house? It's my uncle's house.
- Is he in rock 'n' roll? - No! Look at the big titties.
Look at this, titties, orange juice, beer...
Will you put your trunks on and get in this pool?
I want you out of this pool and house in seven minutes.
You're still a police officer! You'll get us all in deep shit!
I love when you talk dirty. Get your mad ass in this pool.
Axel, get out of the goddamn pool!
I told you the deck was slippery.
Hey, Taggart! What's taking you so long?
What do you think? Sharp, huh?
Go right in, Mr. President. Relax. Have fun.
Excuse me. Who are you? And who are those people?
I'm his representative.
That's former president Gerald Ford there.
It doesn't look like Gerald Ford.
Have you seen him without make-up? Probably not.
This is what he looks like now, the ex-president.
He couldn't get out when he was running the country.
Now he's a civilian, it's his right to shake his ass.
He says, "l wanna go to 385 North," and I said, "Let's go."
We came to party. You should be proud to have him here.
- It's our pleasure. - Thank you very much. Excuse me.
- # I'm not your father - # Sex
- # I'm not your brother - # Sex
- # Talk to your sister - # Sex
- # I am alone - # Sex
- # Oo-oooh yeah - # Sex
# Ow
# C-c-c-c-come on
# What's your definition of dirty, baby?
# Don't you think it's time you had sex with me... #
- Can I have a Coke with no ice? - One Coke, no ice, coming up.
- There you go. - Who's the popular blond?
That's Nik Thomopolis. He owns this place.
- OK, that's seven bucks, buddy. - For a Coke?!
I can get blown for $7.
# All the girls go crazy over you... #
Things are getting pretty crazy, huh?
We're getting in deep with Axel again.
We'll be directing traffic the rest of our lives anyway.
- The hell with it. To Bogomil. - To Bogomil.
# Then maybe l
# Am what you need... #
Drinks are on the house, President Ford.
What? My name's John Taggart.
That's the name he's using now. His marriage is breaking up.
The judge awarded her the name for the Betty Ford clinic and stuff.
You're much better looking in person.
# Lovin' you, needing you
# Wanna make you mine, all mine
# And that's the way it is
# It's a love-love-hate
# Got to love you... #
Does the name Thomopolis mean anything to you?
He's the biggest arms dealer on the West coast.
- Do I look like Gerald Ford? - Y'all both look like Gerald Ford.
Come on. Let's go.
# So hypnotic, baby
# Feels so good to be yours
# Whoa, so let me entertain you... #
Gun!
Go!
Move it. Get out of here!
Jesus, Billy! Come on, Axel.
(Electrical sparking and sizzling)
(Billy) Watch yourself. Anybody in there?
(Sirens approaching)
What the fuck is going on here?
(Policeman) Everybody back.
Whoever it was got away clean.
What are you still doing here?
I ran a check - there is no Johnny Wishbone.
You're illegal. Who the hell are you and why are you here? Now!
I'm a cop. I didn't say before cos I knew you'd be upset.
It's a Detroit badge. Why are you in Beverly Hills?
Uh, I'm attached to a multi-jurisdictional,
Federal task force on organised crime.
And my code name... code name is Wishbone.
I'm the Chief of Police here,
if there's a Federal task force, I want to know!
You can call back to Detroit tomorrow and ask for an Inspector Todd.
He'll tell you all about it. My real name is Axel Foley.
Call there between the hours of nine and ten, Detroit time,
he'll tell you everything.
Right now, I have the rest of my case to finish, so excuse me.
And you two, what the hell were you doing here?
Checking parking meters in the area?
- Well, sir, uh... - We're off duty, sir. I live nearby.
Now, listen, if you do anything except traffic duty,
I'll have you both investigated and suspended!
Well, sir, technically, this is traffic duty.
Technically, you're a goddamn idiot. Get out of here, Taggart!
- Yes, sir. - (Lutz) Jesus Christ!
- Are you sure you got Super glue? - Yeah.
Yo, man, this is Wild Kingdom.
I tried to create a stress-free environment.
Well, you have.
These are my friends. That's Sidney. He's a wandering Jew.
And this is Mona.
Hi, baby. They actually like different kinds of music.
If I play the Beatles, the begonias perk up.
If I play Beethoven, they wither.
The ferns like the Boston Pops.
But everybody loves Mozart.
Who's this?
Big Al. Had him about six years. Isn't he great?
What kind of music does he like?
- James Brown. Drives him nuts. - Is that turtle shit in there?
You know, turtles are amazing to me.
Hey, what are you doing?
I'm curious to know where his dick is at.
Give me him. You know where it is, don't you, Big Al?
- Do turtles have dicks? - How's it hanging, Big Al?
- Give me that Super glue. - OK.
Billy's really...out there, isn't he, Axel?
Yeah, Billy's pretty fucked up.
- I heard that. - I know. I was joking!
Give me the Super glue.
(Hums theme music from The Dating Game)
What's that music from?
- The Dating Game. - Yeah!
(Continues humming)
Let's give Billy a big Dating Game kiss.
- Where's your phone? - Bedroom.
Where, in the alligator pit?
Jesus, Billy.
(Ringing)
(Telephone)
- Y'ello? - 'Jeff? Yeah, Axel.'
Axel. Axel, it's one in the morning.
Jeffrey, stop talking. How's the Ferrari?
Great. What a great car! Do those seats go back?
I was with Marcy trying to get the seats back...
You can't do freaky shit in that car.
You have to do something for me - you won't like it.
Am I going to get in trouble?
- You see that? - Weird, huh?
It's not weird. It's simple.
The fumes from the Super glue attach to the acid from the fingerprints.
It's a street cop trick. Hasn't filtered down to you boys yet.
Now we have to match it.
- We could use the computer downtown. - No.
There won't be anybody there this time of night, Sarge.
Oh, shit. There goes my medical insurance.
- You can be such a pussy sometimes. - Really.
Let's go. Come on.
(Axel) You boys definitely get an A in High-tech.
It takes 60 cops to do this shit in Detroit.
Charles Cain. Used to be Charles Campos.
I just met this guy. He works in the Beverly Hills gun club.
- He does? - Yeah.
This ain't the guy - he's a weasel.
- This isn't a master criminal. - That's his print.
This guy had nothing to do with Bogomil getting shot.
If he suspected him, he would've picked him up.
Well, let's put an APB out on Cain.
We can't. All we got is fingerprints. We need something else.
- What do we do now? - Let's go to the gun club.
Wait. It's 11:00. The gun club's closed.
- So? - So?
This is a big mistake. A big mistake.
It's breaking the law. Once we cross the line, there's no way back.
I'll go.
See? Would you lighten up and take some risks?
Fuck it. Let's go.
Oh, shit. Alarm tape.
There are ways around alarm tape.
If we open this door now,
the connection will break between the magnets.
If we use this foil,
and you squeeze it between the two magnets,
then take your gum to hold it in place.
Now the magnets have the illusion that the connection's not broken.
Then we take our knife...
open the door without...
(Door opens)
We walk in without the alarm going off.
You've done that before.
I wasn't always a police officer, I fractured a law or two as a kid.
Can I have a piece?
- It's my last one. - Split it.
None for you.
- What are we looking for? - A needle in a haystack.
Give me some light over here.
Shit.
Here you go.
- What is that? - What?
That knife.
- It's mine. Home protection. - Billy, we gotta talk.
- Did you get it? - Yeah.
- What is that? - A needle in a haystack.
(Taggart) Map coordinates?
(Telephone)
Hello?
Is this Inspector Todd of the Detroit Police?
Yes, it is.
I'm sorry to be bothering you, my name is Lionel Hand,
I'm with the FBI Enforcement Bulletin.
- 'l read it all the time.' - Thanks. We're proud of it.
Don't touch the leather.
My director has asked me to interview
an exceptional law enforcement officer,
and your name came up on our computer.
Is that right?
This is short notice,
but could you meet me this morning for breakfast at my office?
'How's nine o'clock?'
Yeah, uh-huh. I'll be there.
Thank you. My pleasure.
Ring.
Here's your coffee, sir.
Just once a week, I'd like tea. Do you know what I mean?
- Yes, sir. - That too much to ask?
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
OK, damn it, who tricked my ass?
- 440... - Don't confuse me when I'm dialling.
(Telephone)
This is Todd.
- 'Inspector Todd?' - That's what I said.
This is Harold Lutz. I'm chief of the Beverly Hills Police Department.
'Do you have an officer Axel Foley...'
Yes, he's under my command, but he's assigned to some
multi-jurisdictional, Federal task force.
I never know where the hell he is. It's a real pain.
I can't control him. He reports directly to the Feds.
I have to go now.
What the hell are you doing in here?
- This is not my office. - You damn right it isn't.
I want to see if these coordinates intercept.
What makes you think they mean anything?
9752 Gregory Way.
- City Deposit. - What's City Deposit?
(Taggart) It's where banks take their money.
I bet that's the next place that gets hit.
Unit 21, handle. Unit 22, assist.
City Deposit, 341 Gregory.
Lines are down. Unable to verify.
Can't this car go any faster?
Hey!
Come on, guys. Come on.
- Looks good. - I got it.
Out of the hole. Come on. Move it.
Let's do it.
OK, here we go.
Two...one...
Three minutes!
Sarge, relax and trust me.
- You drive worse than Maureen. - No way!
Where's the seat belt?!
- It's a red light! - It's green!
- It was red, OK. - It was yellow!
2:30.
Construction.
Aw, shit!
- Hey, Taggart, you coming? - I'm coming! Don't wait for me.
Two minutes.
Yo, man, what's that for?
After the club shootout, I figured I needed more firepower.
We gotta talk.
Who do you think you are? Clint Eastwood? Dirty Rosewood?
1:30.
Hey! Sound the alarm. You got a break-in.
I need authorisation.
(Both) Authorised!
- (Alarm sounds) - (Karla) Fuck! Get out of here!
Come on! Go! Go! Go!
Get out! Get out! Go!
(Tyres squealing)
(Gunshot)
Hey, Rosewood, get some wheels.
(Horn honks)
Well, this is pretty sporty(!)
It's all I could find.
# If you stick with me, baby... #
Billy!
# I won't do you wrong
# And we're gonna have some fun... #
Police business! I need your car! I'm a police officer!
# You can't count on anyone... #
Oh, God. Here I go again.
(Horn honks)
Come on, let's go!
- You just hit a squad car! - It's OK. I know the guy.
He's a jerk!
# Lay it on the line
# And I'm saying my last prayer
# I know you're gonna be there... #
Whoa!
- Does the steering wheel work? - I'm steering!
- Do the brakes work? - I haven't tried them yet.
Ah, shit, we should have went left.
# Got my Continental
# Jam it to the floor... #
Oh, fuck!
# And I'm saying my last prayer
# I know you're gonna be there
# Be there... #
Are you driving with your eyes open, or are you, like, using the Force?
Stop! There's the truck.
(Dog barking)
Now what?
This was the pick-up vehicle.
Let's follow it.
(Tyres screech)
Sarge? You old bloodhound!
- Billy, isn't this, uh... - Yeah.
No!
What the fuck is up, man? Check this out.
I get $10 for cars, I get $20 for limos.
What the hell is this?
My truck.
Here's $50. Put it next to a limo.
(Woman) Let me call you back, OK?
- I'm here to clean the pool. - Your name?
- I'm the pool cleaner. - The pool was cleaned yesterday.
It WAS clean. Today it's dirty. Somebody made a mistake in the pool.
What do you mean by "mistake"?
Someone had a little...
- uh, accident in the pool. - Accident?
There's something floating in the pool.
- What? - During some wild party,
somebody got drunk and shit in the pool.
- I'm here to clean it up. - I see, uh...
I ain't happy about it, but it's my job.
You write names down, I clean pools. Where's the pool at?
Who are these gentlemen with you?
The Board of Health.
They're making sure I do the job thoroughly.
If you like, I can bring it by and you can verify it afterwards.
- No, that's fine. - Excuse me.
# Hold on, I'm the one who loves you...#
Jesus Christ!
# Hold on to the one who loves you #
Wake up! This is what we always talked about.
Look alive. You may never see it again.
I don't want to step on your tongues.
Why aren't my parties like this?
You gotta die sometime. Might as well be here.
# No mystery, I'm in love with you... #
What are we doing?
Whoever took that truck is here somewhere.
(Billy) How are we supposed to find them?
Follow your dick.
(Makes radar-like beeps)
That's the girl from the gun club.
- With Dent and Thomopolis? - Yeah, that big bitch.
Max! How'd you get in here?
Forget I asked. I see how, it's the suit.
Nice suit, Max.
- This person is annoying us. - May I see your invitation?
- I haven't begun to annoy you. - What's going on?
It's Max. Check your guest list cos Max ain't supposed to be here.
Are we having a problem?
Hef! Hugh Hefner! Axel Foley!
I feel like I know you already cos I put your magazine up... Forget it.
Here's some background on your guests.
This is Thomopolis, he's into guns and drugs.
And this is Max and Max kills cops for a living.
Well, I don't know him. Or you.
- I think it's time all of you left. - I happen to be a major contributor.
We appreciate it. Goodbye.
He appreciates it, Max, but take your ass home.
You outdone your welcome.
But it's been real, it's been nice. Everybody, party's over!
Max fucked it up for everybody, so let's just go home.
We'll go ahead as planned.
Get Cain to prepare E.
# Hold on cos I'm on my way #
- You picked Dent's pocket? - Ho!
I told y'all I wasn't always a cop.
Yeah, you fractured an occasional law as a kid.
This is not good. This is not good.
See? Every now and then, an occasional long shot pays off.
Dent's accountant, Sidney Bernstein.
Anything Dent's into, he'll have a record. We'll visit him tomorrow.
It's all we got to go on.
There's no B and D, I'm looking for something.
And what about that cement truck?
What about that, Rosewood? Talk to me!
I have a theory on that, Chief.
I think the cement truck was a tactical decoy.
A decoy?
A diversion to protect the criminals' getaway.
That's why it rammed the police car.
Have you submitted yourself for drug testing yet?
I want you in by Thursday. Understand?
Are you aware that whoever was in that truck
foiled the goddamn crime?
- Are you? - Putz.
- Did you say something? - He called you Putz.
No, I called you a putz.
He's right...putz.
And you. You, Mr. Scribbler... What the hell were you doing there, Foley?
Hey, aren't l a police officer, too?
Remains to be seen.
Did you call Inspector Todd for me?
I did. He doesn't like you very much.
- OK... - Hear this insubordination?
Yes, and I've never heard such abuse. Whatever's happened, the fact remains
that the robbery was foiled and the money was saved.
If I were you, I'd concentrate on cracking this code
and determining where the E crime will be.
There's not many targets beginning with E, so find them.
- I will, Ted. - Mayor!
Yes, Mayor.
And you! I want you out of here!
Get out of here, you degenerate!
You're not even part of this department!
- Is this a black thing? - Out.
Weren't you supposed to leave for Detroit?
- Yeah, today at noon. - Well, you're not gonna make it.
You're gonna get fired.
We started this together, we'll finish together.
Check if Bernstein owns a car.
(Punching computer buttons)
- Give me a pen. - Oh, Axel...
- Give me a pen! - '86 Mercedes.
License number CRL 507.
Naturally, I can see... Yeah....
I mean, I understand. Somebody... Wait...
Come right in! Don't let the fact that my door's closed
dissuade you from entering my office.
Beverly Pills Police. Are you Mr. Sidney Bernstein?
Yes. Lucky guess.
You have 25 unpaid tickets. We have a warrant for your arrest.
- 25? What 25? - You have 25 unpaid parking tickets.
I pay my tickets. I pay all my tickets.
Do you own a black Mercedes-Benz, license plate number CRL 507?
507? That's my wife's car. That's not my car.
You have 25 tickets.
It's under my name, but it's my wife's car! No, no, no! Bitch!
These tickets haven't been paid. Can you cuff Mr. Bernstein?
There are people out there with chainsaws!
You have unpaid tickets and it's your car. We're taking you in.
Wait. I've got an idea. Is there something that I have in this office
that I could hand to you and that would make you kind of forget
that you're holding those little pink tickets there?
What are you saying?
You'd have something in that hand and this hand you'd forget about.
That hand you'd go, "What did I have there? I don't remember."
You mean if I had, um...
$200 in this hand?
Ouch! Let go of my arm.
$200? Ouch! Please, I'm robbing you. That's what I'm doing.
Here's one, here's two. They're real crisp.
I have to use your computer to wipe all evidence of this transaction out.
No problem. No problem at all.
Thank you, Sidney, so much.
Oh, certainly. Certainly.
- Also, one other thing. - Yes?
I'm sure you understand
my contact at headquarters wouldn't want his name to be known.
- Don't I know it. - Could you excuse me while l...
Oh, yeah, it's secretive.
It's like a James Bond thing! Yes, yes.
- Thank you. - No problem!
No problem at all. Anything you want to use.
- I can't believe... - I don't want to hear it, Billy.
- Hey, Jan, Axel. How you doing? - 'Hi, Axel.'
What do you got?
Strange. Before 1978, everything's blank.
'It's classified, but its policy date is 1974.'
I checked our foreign office in London
and found something very interesting.
'Dent was the cultural attaché to the East German embassy in Honduras.'
He's got a racetrack, shooting club,
drilling rig companies, an oil company.
- Oil company? - 'That's his biggest business.'
But from these records, seems like Dent's in trouble.
'He's let his insurance lapse on everything in the last six months.'
Dent Petroleum, even the shooting club.
All his businesses except one.
- Which one is that? - 'The racetrack. Empyrean Fields.'
He's got a huge policy on that one.
Good, good, good, good, good. OK. Great.
Hey, when your father wakes up...
'He's better. He's up and around.'
- 'Tell him you found his man.' - OK.
Bye-bye.
Empyrean Fields.
- Rip off his own racetrack? - Yes, if it's insured.
What was in the files?
We won't find oil field equipment if we find Dent.
IF we find him?
Dent's visa to Costa Rico had today's date on it.
If we don't step on it, he's out of here.
(Horn honks)
I, uh... I don't know what happened on the City Deposit, Max.
And the Foley hit?
I don't know.
That's why I need you to go along personally
to make certain nothing goes wrong.
I'm on the team, of course.
Hey, hey, hey. I broke it.
You son of a bitch. You beat the computer?
- What's it say? - "Chinguen sus puercos, Carlos."
Screw you cops. Signed, Carlos.
- Puercos ain't cops. - Pigs. Another word for cops.
Wait a minute, Carlos? It is Cain. Charles Cain.
Carlos is Spanish for Charles.
Cain changed his name. He didn't want to grow up to be poor.
- Cain is the Alphabet robber? - I ain't said that.
The first code was very hard. This is easy.
Whoever did this wanted the cops to get it.
You ran numbers, too?
- I wasn't always a cop. - He fractured an occasional law.
(PA) 'The horses have now reached the starting gate.'
Freeze! Hit the floor!
Freeze, God damn it!
(Karla) 1:30.
1:15.
30 seconds.
Time!
Goodbye, Mr. Cain.
(PA) '..winning it by a nose.
'The General was second and Marshall's Madness came third.'
I'm afraid our horse didn't come in.
Cain's did.
'The result is now official. The winner, Johnny's Dilemma...'
(Siren)
- Police officers! - Police!
We're a little late.
All I can tell you now is that we are confident
that we have identified the Alphabet Bandit.
The man was shot dead at the scene this morning
by security guard Jack Stiles.
In his latest robbery attempt, the man was fatally wounded.
So I give you my oath right here there will be no F crime.
My own computer team
personally cracked the Alphabet Bandit's code this afternoon.
All of the notes, mind you, were signed "Carlos", right?
Carlos. Carlos, which, as you all know, is Spanish for Charles.
Do you hear what I'm saying?
If Cain's the man, where's the money?
Where's Dent?
- You said shipping oil equipment. - But how? Where?
- Let's put an APB out on Dent. - For what reason?
- Hey, where'd you get that? - What?
It's coming from there.
Excuse me. How did the mud get on the horse?
He was grazing in the pasture.
- Where's the pasture at? - There. Dent's oil field.
Bogomil had that red mud on his sneakers.
Maybe he got a tip, he came here and they tried to waste him.
Who pulled the Alphabet jobs?
Dent's going broke, OK?
So he heists some bank, heists some jewellery,
then throws this easy code with Cain's name on it.
Simple. You frame Cain, kill Cain,
Cain's the Alphabet killer, Dent gets away scot-free.
Why would an oil man risk this, even if he was broke?
Dent's not buying oil equipment, he's buying guns from Thomopolis.
Probably selling them in Central America.
Why not split with the cash?
Dent buys guns here for a million and sells them there for 10 million.
Look at all that oil.
I don't see oil.
I see trucks.
Come on, Billy.
Billy, what are you doing?
I've been wanting to wear this for a while, Sarge.
What, are you nuts? Christ, Billy, we gotta talk.
What the hell is this?
You can never have too much firepower.
- Come on! - Shit.
Bogomil was here.
- Hey! You like rap music? - Yeah.
I'm from the Rap Coalition of America. Throw that gun over there.
If you like rap music, why ain't you smiling?
- I'm smiling. - Smile. Let's rap together.
# Yo, baby, yo, baby, yo # Yo, baby, yo, baby, yo
# Say ow! # # Ow! #
Those look like oil pumps to you?
It looks like World War III.
- Here, Billy. - What?
You don't have one of these, do you?
You guys hang around the back, I'll check out the front.
Yeah!
(Voices, indistinct)
- What are you doing? - Element of surprise.
What? What, are you nuts?
Fool the connecting wire...
into thinking it's still intact.
These documents will make your life much easier. You need to sign them.
- You still got that thing? - Shh!
It's a bad idea. Of all the ideas you've had, this is the worst.
- Sure you know what you're doing? - Trust me.
(Alarm sounds)
Come on, Axel!
Get him!
(Man) Get your head down!
From behind!
"Pull pin."
- Billy, what are you doing? - "Extend."
- "Pull open and..." Wow! - Billy!
"Release safety."
Billy!
Aim through there, push this.
Fuck Rambo.
(Man) Get me fucking out of here.
Cover me.
Go, Axel!
Watch it! OK!
C'mon, let's get the hell out of here!
Hold it!
- Stay right there! - (Sirens)
Freeze!
(Man) All right! Lay your weapons down!
Mr. Foley.
You involved yourself in business that doesn't concern you.
That was a mistake.
(Tyres squeal)
Goodbye, Mr. Foley.
(Gunshots)
Women.
Come on, let's go.
Police! You're under arrest!
I think they know that, Billy.
Drop your weapons! Put your hands on your heads!
They got their hands up.
What took you guys so long?
Shit. We're in trouble now.
Axel's AWOL. We can get out of this if we keep quiet.
Don't say anything.
What the hell have you done here?
Looks like a goddamn war zone. What have you done, Taggart?
We solved the Alphabet crimes.
Shut up. Who the hell is talking to you?
I solved the Alphabet case in a body bag over an hour ago.
And you. I don't give a damn who you're working for. You're in jail.
- Chief... - Shut up.
What are you doing, bringing a fire fight to my city?
- You're out of the cop business! - Will you just listen a minute?
- You shut your mouth! - No, God damn it! You shut up!
This is what the Alphabet crimes are about...guns! That guy sold them,
then bought them with stolen money from Adriano's at his own racetrack.
He was going to Central America.
If you'd take your head out of your ass,
you'd see we solved the whole thing!
Lutz, why didn't I know about this?
Chief Lutz doesn't have the guts to hear the truth.
We had to go undercover with Foley to solve this case.
You're fired, Taggart!
- Yeah? Kiss my ass! - Kiss mine! You're fired, too!
Lutz, I've had it with your abusive attitude.
I'm sorry. I get carried away.
- You're fired. Do you understand? - Don't overreact, Ted.
I want you out of here now.
Get out of here! Fired!
- You'll regret this, Ted. - I've regretted it for two months.
You too. You're out of here. Will you get out?
- Are they civilians? - You bet.
I'll kick your ass later!
Axel, thank you so much, really.
I've got a charity meeting for the homeless for Beverly Hills.
I'd like to make a donation. Here's $200 from Sidney Bernstein.
That's my alias. I don't like publicity.
Thank you, Axel... I mean, Sidney Bernstein.
- Thank you, gentlemen. - Thank you, sir.
"lf you get your head out of your ass"?
"Kiss my ass"?
You're getting more like me every day.
Next thing you know, you'll have afros...big dicks and all.
Axel.
- You make Chief of Police yet? - Right.
You are the new chief?
Inspector Todd? Ted Egan, mayor of Beverly Hills.
As I told your mayor,
we're very thankful you allowed Foley to help us with this case.
According to him, he's acquired all his skills
under your expert tutelage.
Certainly. He's just arrived.
Hi!
Expert tutelage? What the fuck have you been saying?
Let me talk to him.
Now that you're done being a California hero,
get your ass home to your real job.
Yeah, I'm leaving now. My ass left already.
I got to catch up with it.
Oh, yes, one other thing,
your secret partner Mario Andretti Friedman
wrecked the goddamn Ferrari.
Here, you talk to Jeffrey.
Axel, it wasn't my fault. There was a bus coming...
- (Click) - Hello? He hung up. Hello?
Axel, you don't have to go home now.
Let's go down to Mexico and catch another marlin.
Fishing's too tiring.
It's back to Detroit for some old-fashioned street violence.
Come with me. Your wife left you. Come hang out. I know a lot of girls.
- Maureen came back. - Did she? Congratulations.
The people you least expected, they're studs.
The man's a stud and we ain't even know it.
- She couldn't live without you? - Her mother didn't have cable TV.
It wasn't no mother's cable TV. Your cable brought her back.
I'm off.
Thanks a lot, Axel.
Don't thank me. I love you guys.
- See you around. - Be cool, man.
(Taggart) Anything we can do for you?
Yeah. Take care of my uncle's house till he gets back.
Axel, that's not really your uncle's house, is it?
Oh, yeah. Trust me.
What the hell's going on? Who are you? Who's that black guy?
# Come on, baby
# There's gotta be a better way
# Without your lovin' here
# Where will I find love?
# There's gotta be a better way
# To put the love inside my life, baby
# There's gotta be a better way
# Without your lovin' here
# Where will I find love?
# I'm comin' down on promises
# Gonna put 'em far away, yeah, yeah
# Cos what I feel is all so real
# There's gonna be a better day
# Yeah
# So don't try to tell me what to do
# Don't try to turn my head
# No, don't try to tell me who I am
# Cos freedom is in me
# So wild and free
# Yeah, yeah, there's gotta be a better way
# To put the love inside my life, baby
# There's got to be a better way
# Without your lovin' here
# Where will I find love?
# There's got to be a better, better way
# Whoo-ooo-ooo #
# Talk to the mirror baby
# Got to cool your head
# I got possibilities, only tell in there
# It's not just what you do
# It's what you've done
# So don't try to tell me how
# You didn't get none
# You're so sweet, I can see
# Yes indeed, I'm in deep
# Oh-oh
# It's not the curls in your hair
# It's not your car
# I'm running in there well, wouldn't make you watch it, ah
# Not much to have a look at gonna pull it up
# You've knocked me in too deep
# Well, what's it gonna cost?
# You're so sweet, I can see
# Yes indeed, I'm in deep
# Oh-oh
# It doesn't matter to me
# What you say you do
# I must ask your name, just look at you
# Talk to the mirror, baby
# You got a cool head
# So don't try to tell me how you didn't get enough
# You're so sweet, I can feel
# Yes indeed, I'm in deep
# Oh-oh
# I'm in deep #
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