Beverly Hills Cop II Page #6

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- 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 f***ed it up for everybody,

so let's just go home.

We'll go ahead as planned.

Get Cain to prepare E.

- You picked Dent's pocket?

- 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.

lt'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!

l have a theory on that. 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?

l want you in by Thursday.

Understand?

Are you aware that

whoever was in that truck

foiled the goddamn crime?

- Do 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?

- Aren't I a police officer, too?

- Remains to be seen.

- Did you call lnspector Todd for me?

- Yes. He doesn't like you very much.

Do you hear this insubordination?

Yes, and l'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!

- ls this a black thing?

- Out.

- Aren't you leaving for Detroit?

- Today at noon.

You're not going to make it.

You're going to get fired.

We started this together,

we'll finish together.

Check if Bernstein owns a car.

Give me a pen. Give me a pen!

'86 Mercedes. License number CRL 507.

Naturally, I can see... I mean,

l understand. Somebody... Wait...

Come right in! Don't let the fact

that my door's closed

dissuade you from entering my office.

Beverly Hills Police.

Are you Mr Sidney Bernstein?

- 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 all my tickets.

Do you own a black Mercedes-Benz,

license plate number CRL 507?

- 507? That's my wife's car.

- You have 25 tickets.

lt's under my name, but it's

my wife's car! No, no, no! B*tch!

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. l've got an idea. ls 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

l have there? I don't remember.''

You mean if I had...

- ..$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.

l have to use your computer to wipe

all evidence of this transaction out.

- No problem. No problem at all.

- Thank you, Sidney, so much.

Certainly. Certainly.

Also, one other thing.

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...

Yeah, it's secretive. lt'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.

Jan, Axel. How you doing?

What do you got?

Strange. Before 1978,

everything's blank.

lt's classified,

but its policy date is 1974.

l found something interesting

in our foreign office in London.

Dent was the cultural attach 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.

- When your father wakes up...

- He's better. He's up and around.

Tell him you found his man.

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 application

had today's date on it.

If we don't step on it, he's gone.

l 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.

l broke it.

You son of a b*tch.

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?

lt 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?

- I wasn't always a cop.

- He fractured an occasional law.

The horses have now

reached the starting gate.

Freeze! Hit the floor!

Freeze, goddamn it!

Time!

Goodbye, Mr Cain.

..winning it by a nose.

General was second

and Marshall's Madness came third.

- Our horse didn't come in.

- Cain's did.

The result is now official.

The winner, Johnny's Dilemma...

- 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.

ln his latest robbery attempt,

the man was fatally wounded.

So I give you my oath right here

there will be no F crime.

My computer team cracked the Alphabet

Bandit's code this afternoon.

All of the notes, mind you,

were signed ''Carlos'', right?

Carlos, which, as you all know,

is Spanish for Charles.

Do you hear what I'm saying?

- If it's Cain, 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?

- Where'd you get that?

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