Beverly Hills Cop II Page #3

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- Lutz.

All right. Show time!

What's going on? Who are you?

- This is...

- Shut up, Rosewood.

My name is Johnny... Johnny Wishbone.

I'm a psychic from the island of St

Croix. I read in the St Croix Gazette

that the Beverly Hills Police

had some trouble solving crime.

So I came to Beverly Hills. They say

they don't want my help. I'm 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...

- Biddle.

Two more seconds

and I'd say it myself.

l 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?

ls this a magic show?

I'll have your badges unless

you go to traffic duty. Get out!

l got angina the minute I saw Foley.

Axel's got nine lives. I don't.

You boys ready?

You both know Lutz

is a sh*t 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.

l 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!

Don't give me this loyalty crap.

Andy and I joined the force together.

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. lt is '73.

- I know.

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.

l don't show any record

of that delivery.

l think there must be a mistake.

Your company made a mistake.

- Y'all made a mistake.

- No. You don't understand.

l 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.

l 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.

Excuse me. I just realised,

you could do me a favour

and drop this off

at Mr Fielding's office.

Let me explain something. My friend

Bootsie got killed doing this.

l ain't carrying this cos you made

a mistake. I carry from A to B.

l have a wife and two kids.

I'd like to see my daughters again.

lt's on your way out.

lt's no problem.

If you just drop it off

at Mr Fielding's.

What about my daughters?

What's in it for my family?

What do you want?

What's in it for me?

l 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.

Along the corridor. Down the stairs.

- We almost got f***ed up.

- Thank you.

Shoe money for my daughters.

$5 a shoe. That's four shoes.

She knew you were hard to live with

when she married you.

lt's her fault

for thinking you'd change.

Thanks.

l admire her for having courage to

leave you in search of 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, gunsmith?

- Yeah.

Have you ever seen this before?

lt'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.

Goddamn, that's a big b*tch.

- Who is that man?

- I don't know.

He's got a .44 auto mag casing

from here.

l saw. You sure it's ours?

- I made a whole bunch for Mr Cain.

- Did you tell him that?

- No.

- Don't.

Keep him there while I check him out.

l think we have a problem.

Fielding made that casing for Cain.

You wanted to see me?

I'd like to go over plan C and D.

We've promised to deliver Thomopolis

$10 million, Friday at 6pm.

If we fail, I'll be put to some

inconvenience, to say the least.

So I'd like to go over it and avoid

the mistakes made on the Adriano job.

What mistakes? Adriano's was perfect.

Adriano's was not perfect.

lt was perfectly planned, but

it was executed with incompetence.

lt was partly my fault.

l assumed 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?

l don't know.

- Who is he?

- I'd say he's a cop. Wouldn't you?

l don't know. I haven't seen him.

Here he is, on television.

Take a good look at him

cos you're going to kill him.

- What?

- Kill him, burn him, blow him away.

How long would it take

to shave those legs?

l suppose you're trying

to be charming.

- 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.

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