Blue Thunder Page #2

So here's the way it's coming down!

-You're grounded. Both of you!

-Grounded?

I gotta figure out where to hide you

until this crap blows over.

Get out of here, Lymangood.

I mean, dismissed.

Stick around, Frank.

The review board wants to have you

up for psychiatric re-evaluation.

Come on!

What do you expect after your

wig-out last month?

But there's a bright side

to this. And a moral.

Morals are good for you.

I love morals.

And the moral of this story is:

lf you are walking on eggs, don't hop.

That's it.

Don't hop!

Hello. Listen, it's me.

I don't know whether a post card from

Laguna means we're speaking again...

...but call me when you get in, okay?

Even if you're not speaking, call me.

Please? Okay, huh?

Hello. I'm back.

Is there no getting

rid of this chick?

The reason I'm pressing is that

I've got a really big favour I need.

I'm desperate! Desperate!

No matter what time it is, call me.

Please. Bye.

Freeze!

For chrissake, Murphy!

You wanna get yourself killed?

You bozo! How many burglars come

in the front door with a key?

-You scared the sh*t out of me.

-I'm sorry.

Came to make friends.

Here's your key.

Well, I guess that makes

that official.

Where's my blender? I need it.

At 3:
00 a.m.?

You have this problem.

You don't return phone calls.

In the kitchen.

Hold him for me.

This kid must be deaf.

-You coming?

-Where?

The Shocks' anniversary party.

You remember.

Annie's been open for a year now.

We're gonna have guacamole...

...and margaritas...

...and chili rellenos--

Fat chance, huh?

That must've been some leave

you had in Laguna.

What did you do? Spend all your

time on the pistol range?

Here it is!

What's this?

This is beautiful. Really!

-Could I please borrow this--?

-No.

I'll wash it.

It already belongs to you.

I bought it for your birthday.

-Really?

-I thought I gave you that damn thing.

Never mind. This is beautiful.

I love it!

Frank, I miss you.

I don't eat. I don't seem to sleep.

Maybe you ought to trade me

in on a surfer.

Well, I tried that once,

but it didn't work.

Come to think of it, neither did he.

Good night, Murphy.

Good night, you little faker.

Watch your legs.

We gotta get serious.

Now, I know you have a lot

of problems right now...

...and I'd really like to help you.

"You can run, but you can't hide."

-Joe Louis. That's very good.

-That's what I mean!

Frank, I'm gonna have to get tough

on you. Are you ready for that?

I'm ready.

Five, four, three, two, one....

Cue Mario, take one.

The top story is still the assault

and attempted rape of Diana McNeely...

... of the mayor's

Task Force on Urban Violence.

McNeely's still on

the critical list.

We spoke to Chief Jensen

about the latest news.

We have nothing

on the two assailants.

They were without identification...

...probably Latin American and almost

certainly illegal aliens.

Our fingerprint teams are going

over their car...

... which was stolen from

a Santa Monica parking lot.

It is unclear what impact

this incident will have...

... on the minority community, and

the increasing racial tensions that--

We've just received word...

... that Alf Hewitt is standing by

St. Joseph's for a live report.

Commissioner Diana McNeely

died at 8:
47 a.m...

... from a gunshot wound

which penetrated her neck...

...and lodged beneath

the third cervical vertebrae.

She never regained

consciousness...

...and if she had lived,

would've been paralysed.

This is Alf Hewitt,

from St. Joseph's Hospital.

I've been trying to reach you. Why

don't you answer your beeper?

I just want to tell you that next time

I'm suspended, so's my f***ing beeper!

-Feel better?

-Yeah, a little.

Get down here. We just came

up with a mince pie under each arm.

You're back on flying status.

You're assigned a special detail.

This is Mr. Icelan.

Mr. Fletcher of Washington.

This is Frank Murphy.

We're glad we found you. We're due

at the weapons testing range at--

-What do they call that place?

-Pinkville.

Everything I'm about to tell

you is highly classified.

Don't discuss it with anybody. We're

testing a new helicopter prototype.

We've got our own pilot...

...but your city's been chosen

as the testing area...

...and your mayor is anxious that

his people participate.

Ours is not to reason why...

...ours is but to submit

to the vagaries of local politicians.

Smoke? Frank, is it?

No. Yes.

No:
smoke. Yes: Frank.

I understand you flew in Nam, Frank.

That's right.

-Two tours, was it?

-One and a half.

Why the foreshortened tour?

You know what they say about

a second chest wound.

It's nature's way of telling you

it's time to go home.

Tell us about this special detail.

A lot of people are looking

forward to the Olympics out here.

For a few short weeks, the attention

of the world will be on this town.

Every nutcase and terrorist...

...and crazy with a pipe bomb and

a cause is drooling about it.

That's what this detail's all about.

The potential for catastrophe.

We don't want any Munich

massacres out here.

Are you talking about

crowd control from the air?

Give that man a cigar.

That's been tried.

It didn't work out so hot.

-Where was that?

-Vietnam.

We added a few new wrinkles.

-Such as?

-You'll see, Frank. You'll see.

This thing has antiterrorist

capabilities. You saying it's armed?

That I am. That it is.

That sounds like it now.

It's illegal to arm

police helicopters.

That would depend on the

circumstances, wouldn't it?

A lot of people ain't gonna like this.

What do you call this,

an "airbuster"?

The Special. But somebody hung

a nickname on it.

-What?

-Somebody hung a nickname on it.

Blue Thunder.

Gentlemen, take your seats.

Here she comes.

She don't look normal...

...she don't fly normal,

because she ain't normal.

This whole ship is heavily armoured...

...with Nordoc NATO armour

one inch thick.

This ship is equipped with a forward

mounted 20 mm electric cannon.

Its six barrels are capable...

...of firing 4000 rounds

of ammunition per minute.

And that, gentlemen, is one hell of

a sh*t storm in anybody's language.

Now, let's take a look...

...and watch the lady strut her stuff.

The red dummies are terrorists, white

are civilians. Innocent bystanders.

The object is for our pilot

to knock out...

...the red dummies and the black cars.

He shouldn't touch any of the others.

In a riot situation, we just

want to get the bad guys...

...and protect the innocents.

Oh, my God!

That kind of firepower would be

used in our worst-case scenario...

...like armed insurrection.

It's comforting to know

you got it on tap.

Gentlemen, your attention.

Notice the selectivity of the firing.

This is not a strafing run

where you tear up a whole street.

This little lady picks her targets

carefully. Now you watch.

Look at that. All the red

dummies are blown to hell.

And a few white ones.

One civilian dead for every 1 0

terrorists. An acceptable ratio.

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