Beverly Hills Cop II Page #7

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- What?

lt'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.

- 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.

l see trucks.

Come on, Billy.

Billy, what are you doing?

l've been wanting to wear this

for a while.

Are you nuts?

Billy, we have got to talk.

What the hell is this?

You can never have

too much firepower.

- Come on!

- Sh*t.

Bogomil was here.

- 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.

- Those look like oil pumps to you?

- lt looks like World War lll.

Here, Billy.

You don't have one of these, do you?

You guys hang around the back,

I'll check out the front.

- What are you doing?

- Element of surprise.

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?

lt's a bad idea. Of all the ideas

you had, this is the worst.

- Sure you know what you're doing?

- Trust me.

Come on, Axel!

Get him!

Get your head down!

''Pull pin.''

- What are you doing?

- ''Extend.''

''Pull open and...'' Wow!

''Release safety.''

Aim through there, push this.

F*** Rambo.

Get me the f*** out of here.

- Cover me.

- Go, Axel!

- Let's get the hell out of here!

- Hold it!

- Stay right there!

- Freeze!

All right! Lay your weapons down!

Mr Foley.

You involved yourseIf in business

that doesn't concern you.

That was a mistake.

Goodbye, Mr Foley.

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?

Sh*t. We're in trouble now.

God damn it! 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?

l solved the Alphabet

case 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 goddamn! 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, l've had it

with your abusive attitude.

I'm sorry. I get carried away.

- You're fired. Do you understand?

- Don't overreact, Ted.

l want you out of here now.

Get out of here! Fired!

- You'll regret this, Ted.

- l'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.

l'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.

l don't like publicity.

Thank you, Axel...

l mean, Sidney Bernstein.

- Thank you, gentlemen.

- Thank you, sir.

''If 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 d*cks and all.

- You make police chief yet?

- Right.

You are the new chief?

lnspector Todd?

Ted Egan, mayor of Beverly Hills.

l told your mayor we're very thankful

you allowed Foley to help us.

He says he's acquired all his skills

under your expert tutelage.

Certainly. He's just arrived.

Expert tutelage?

What the f*** 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.

I'm leaving now. My ass left already.

l got to catch up with it.

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...

Hello? He hung up. Hello?

You don't have to go home now.

- Let's catch a marlin in Mexico.

- Fishing's too tiring.

lt'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.

- Couldn't live without you?

- Her mother didn't have cable TV.

lt 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.

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?

Yeah. Trust me.

What the hell's going on?

Who are you? Who's that black guy?

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