Beverly Hills Cop III Page #3

By the way,

are we still on for Sunday?

Bring your money, sucker.

All right. When you have

a little more time, I'd like to...

Not right now. Later, perhaps.

Thanks.

Here we go.

Thank you.

And the usual for you, Billy.

Thanks a lot.

Isn't it just possible

that you're mistaken, Foley?

That Ellis DeWald

just resembles Todd's killer?

I made the guy in Detroit.

It was DeWald.

DeWald is the head of the largest

private police department

in Southern California.

I mean, he works with us, with the LAPD.

Hell, with the governor's office.

Everybody loves him.

He's even getting an award tonight,

from the National Association

of Security Agencies.

Axel, it's understandable

that you're distraught

and looking for justice,

not to mention revenge.

But isn't it just possible

that you want it so much

that you saw your killer in a man

who bore a slight resemblance?

We run into this

all the time in police work, Axel.

Where is DeWald

getting that award tonight?

Axel, don't.

Hey, Flint, your friend DeWald

is foul, OK? I know he's foul.

I'm going to this awards show tonight.

I'm gonna put some pressure on him.

And maybe I'll panic him

into doing something stupid.

Axel, if you go

to that dinner tonight...

...I'm going with you.

Pick me up at the Sunset Motel.

Freeze, motherf***er!

- Detective Foley?

- You're Uncle Dave! Hey!

Hey, Uncle... Oh, my God,

I almost shot Uncle Dave!

I'm so embarrassed. I'm sorry.

Nice to meet you! Uncle Dave!

The front desk let us in to wait,

Mr. Foley. I hope you don't mind.

No, it's fine. It's Uncle Dave!

Uncle Dave! Uncle Dave!

Hey, have a seat.

- Thank you.

- I was such a fan of yours.

- Thank you, son.

- Uncle Dave...

You're very kind.

Detective Foley,

what's going on at my park?

- You think there's something going on?

- I have no doubts.

- What?

- I have no doubts...

...nor do I have any ideas.

Exactly two weeks ago,

Detective Foley,

Roger Fry, the park's

chief operating officer...

...and my friend, disappeared.

Roger Fry designed the park,

every nook and cranny of it, from the

landscaping to the concession stands.

What do you mean

he just disappeared?

Show him the note.

I received this interoffice

the day Roger disappeared.

"This is important,

life and death. Roger"

- What was so important?

- I don't know.

What was he doing

the day he disappeared?

It was nothing special. He was probably

doing one of his usual inspections.

You say this guy designed

the whole park?

Yes.

- And he knew the place cold, right?

- Of course.

So what are you thinking?

I'm thinking that he

must've found something

that someone

didn't want him to find.

At Wonder World?

What on earth could that be?

It's a place

of childhood innocence and fun.

And life and death.

- You met Uncle Dave?

- Yep.

Uncle Dave.

I don't believe it. I'd give

anything to have been with you.

- Did he do the Oki-Doki Shuffle?

- No.

Outstanding.

- Hi. William Rosewood, DDO-JSIOC.

- I beg your pardon?

This is me. Thank you.

Now, what you gonna do with this sh*t?

No way.

I don't believe this! Ackwell!

Ackwell Folee!

Ackwell Folee, you crazy thing.

What you doing here?

- "Serge."

- Serge.

Look at your head!

I love it short!

- Yeah, Serge.

- Turn around. Turn around.

I don't believe how perfect you look!

And then finally you have black

Hush Poopies,

which are totally retro, which I love.

You put a really good package together.

- You remember Billy Rosewood.

- Billy! Billy, I remember you.

- Do you remember?

- Of course.

I made you an espresso at

the art gallery with a lemon twist?

It was the last one I ever made.

It's terrible to drink espresso.

You know why?

It stain your teeth.

I'm not going to show you mine,

but let me see your teeth.

They're so pretty.

Can I see your teeth?

Look, and you got healthy gums.

- Do you do colonics?

- Excuse me?

- Do you do colonics?

- No. Never...

- It's my new favourite thing!

- You dig colonics?

I can't tell you what it's like, because

they stick a hose up inside you...

- I know...

- No, you've got to understand.

Out comes a candy bar

from when you were five!

What happened to your

art gallery that you had?

The art gallery is completely bankrupt.

In the toilet. Why?

Because we had an owner who was

obstinate and stupid and ignorant.

- You shot him, remember?

- Oh, right, yes. I shot him.

- What are you doing now?

- I'm doing guns. Come and look!

This is my booth.

The Survival Boutique.

We are doing weapons and protective

devices and products for survival

in the helter-skelter world of today.

OK, now, one thing's very important.

At the Survival Boutique,

I feel that it's my personality,

my philosophy that everything

must conform to the three P's, OK,

which is protection, prestige

and pretty.

I mean, why you should look ugly

if you're just trying to survive?

You should be able to maintain

your personal sense of style

and be safe as well.

OK, what do you think this is?

Is look like a key chain,

but it's so much more.

This is called a Stunner.

It is designed by an ex-Navy SEAL.

OK? Very serious individual,

I never see him smile.

Also, I never see him

in a pair of pants that fit.

Someone comes up to you

who is a carjacker.

Do you want to die for your Camry?

I don't think so, right?

So you say...

a little bit of deception...

"I want to separate

the house from my car keys, OK?

I'm just going to push this button,

OK?" And he says, "OK."

And then you push this button,

and out it comes from the mechanism,

the brightest, blinding light

ever that you seeing.

He cannot see. He's like this.

Everyone is come running

to help you.

And once again,

you have survived with style.

Wow. That's cool.

Billy, I want to give you one

for a present, OK?

- Thank you.

- And Ackwell...

I want to give you one

because I worry about you.

- I want you to be safe.

- Thanks.

Now I'm going to show you something

that is going to totally

blow your rocks off.

It's absolutely orgasmic

and my most thing that I'm proud of.

It's the most up-to-date,

the ultimate survival tool for today.

The dawn of a new generation

in luxury personal weaponry,

the Annihilator 2000

is America's premier

survival, home and travel

total security unit.

The Annihilator 2000 is a

lightweight, high-performance weapon

that meets the demands

of the new generation

of upper-income urban survivalists.

The Annihilator 2000

has the conveniences

of a cellular telephone

with fax machine and a microwave oven.

Night-vision goggles,

microprocessor,

verbal alarm systems, a compact

disc player, digital AM/FM radio,

video camera and playback functions

are just a few of the features

of the extraordinary

Annihilator 2000.

You think those are real?

Stopping power is a matter of

convenience with your Annihilator 2000.

That's Dodi, my personal trainer.

She can bench-press 200 pounds.

She's working on reducing

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