Beverly Hills Cop II Page #5

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You have to do something for me.

- Something you don't want to do.

- Am I going to get in trouble?

- You see that?

- Weird.

lt's not weird. lt's simple.

The fumes from the super glue attach

to the acid from the fingerprints.

lt'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.

There won't be anybody

there this time of night, Sarge.

Sh*t.

There goes my medical insurance.

- You can be such a p*ssy sometimes.

- Really.

Let's go. Come on.

You boys definitely

get an A in High-tech.

lt takes 60 cops

to do this sh*t in Detroit.

Charles Cain.

Used to be Charles Campos.

l just met this guy. He works

in the Beverly Hills Gun Club.

- He does?

- 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.

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. lt's 1 1 :
00.

The Gun Club's closed.

- So?

- So?

This is a big mistake. A big mistake.

lt's against the law. Once we cross

the line, there's no way back.

I'll go. I'll go.

See? Would you lighten up

and take some risks?

F*** it. Let's go.

- Sh*t. Alarm tape.

- There are ways around alarm tape.

If we open this door, 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...

We walk in

without the alarm going off.

You've done that before.

l wasn't always a police officer,

l fractured a law or two as a kid.

- Can I have a piece?

- lt'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.

Sh*t.

Here you go.

What the hell is that? That knife.

- lt's mine. Home protection.

- Billy, we got to talk.

- Did you get it?

- Yeah.

- What is that?

- A needle in a haystack.

Map coordinates?

ls this lnspector Todd

of the Detroit Police?

lt is.

I'm sorry to be bothering you,

my name is Lionel Hand,

I'm with

the FBl Enforcement Bulletin.

- I 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 police officer,

and your name was on our computer.

- ls that right?

- This is short notice,

but could you meet me this morning

for breakfast at my office?

- How's nine o'clock?

- Yeah. 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...

Damn it, who tricked my ass?

- 440...

- Don't confuse me when I'm dialling.

This is Todd.

- lnspector 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.

l never know where the hell he is.

lt's a real pain.

l can't control him. He reports

directly to the Feds. I have to go.

What the hell are you doing in here?

- This is not my office.

- You damn right it isn't.

l want to see if these

coordinates intercept.

What makes you think

they mean anything?

- City Deposit.

- What's City Deposit?

lt's where banks take their money.

l 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?

Come on, guys. Come on.

Looks good. I got it.

Out of the hole. Move it.

Come on. Let's do it.

Here we go.

Two, one...

Three minutes!

Sarge, relax and trust me.

- You drive worse than Maureen.

- No way!

Where's the seat belt?

- lt's a red light!

- lt's green!

- lt was red!

- lt was yellow!

Some kind of construction.

Sh*t!

- Taggart, you coming?

- I'm coming! Don't wait for me.

Two minutes.

What's that for?

After the club shootout,

l figured I needed more firepower.

We got to talk. Who do you think you

are? Clint Eastwood? Dirty Rosewood?

Sound the alarm.

You got a break-in.

l need authorisation.

- Authorised!

- F***! Get out of here!

Come on! Go! Go! Go!

Get out! Get out! Go!

Rosewood, get some wheels.

- This is pretty sporty!

- lt's all I could find.

Police business! I need your car!

I'm a police officer!

God. Here I go again.

Come on, let's go!

- You hit a squad car!

- I know the guy. He's a jerk!

- Does the steering wheel work?

- I'm steering!

- Do the brakes work?

- I haven't tried them.

I'm sure we should have went left.

F***!

Are you driving with your eyes open,

or are you using the Force?

Stop! There's the truck.

Now what?

- This was the pick-up vehicle.

- Let's follow it.

Sarge? You old bloodhound!

- Billy, isn't this...

- Yeah.

What the f*** is up? Check this out.

l 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.

Let me call you back.

- I'm here to clean the pool.

- Your name?

- I'm the pool cleaner.

- The pool was cleaned yesterday.

lt was clean. Today it's dirty.

Somebody made a mistake in the pool.

What do you mean by ''mistake''?

Someone had a little accident

in the pool.

- Accident?

- There's something floating in it.

- What?

- During some wild party,

somebody sh*t in the pool.

I'm here to clean it up.

- I see...

- I ain't happy, 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.

Jesus Christ!

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 got to die sometime.

Might as well be here.

- What are we doing?

- Whoever took that truck is here.

- How are we supposed to find them?

- Follow your dick.

That's the girl from the Gun Club.

- With Dent and Thomopolis?

- The big b*tch.

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?

lt's Max. Check your guest list

cos Max ain't supposed to be here.

- Are we having a problem?

- Hef! Hugh Hefner! Axel Foley!

l feel like I know you already cos

l 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.

l don't know him or you.

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