Dragnet Page #5
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1987
- 106 min
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my end of the investigation.
As far as your personal safety
is concerned, I wouldn't worry.
That guy's probably
sanitationally-questionable commune...
his apartment building in the "come
as you are" section of Venice Beach.
The door was opened
by Police Officer Betsy Blees...
who had dropped by to chat about more
effective methods of law enforcement.
They'd been playing a version
of good-cop, bad-cop.
Though I was unable to fathom the rules,
it seemed Streebek had lost this round.
Playtime was over...
and it was back to routine duty
for me and Pep Streebek.
Joe, I suddenly got very hungry.
Let's grab some sushi.
We're late for our watch already,
and raw tuna isn't my bag.
My hat was in that car.
- I can tell who reblocked it for you.
- Pagans.
I need coffee.
I know where they serve
the best in town. Come on.
Ma'am.
I hate to admit it, but for once in your
life you're right. This is good coffee.
You should try the French toast.
Joe, lend me 20 bucks.
Do I know you long enough
to lend you money? I don't think so.
We've been ordered off the Pagans...
but that doesn't mean we can't follow up
on one of their thefts.
The trichlornitromethane and
the pseudo-halogenic compound cyanogen.
There's one illegal lab in the city with
the capacity, personnel and equipment...
to mix those two chemicals
into a deadly gas.
Narcotics has been waiting for months to
bust this place. We can do it tonight.
Forget it.
It's out of our jurisdiction now.
But this won't be a Pagan investigation.
We can bring Narc in on it.
Police work is a matter of us
against them, not "Mother, may I?"
Hi, Kay. How are you? I could find out
where they set up the lab this week.
- Oh? How?
- By you lending me 20 bucks.
the gratuitous sex display...
at Streebek's favourite coffeehouse
and an outlay of $50 by me...
to one of his old informants,
I proceeded by Celebrity Cab...
to 3396834108th Street...
an illegal drug lab disguised
as a legitimate place of business.
Streebek had gone to seek assistance
from friends...
in the undercover narcotics unit
where he used to work.
It didn't surprise me
that he was late...
even though he knew I was waiting
in a part of town...
where it's not advisable
Hey, zipper-head!
Up late tonight, kids?
Let's have one of your smokes.
It's an unhealthy habit
I don't encourage in others.
Get smart.
Give it up by not taking it up.
Thanks for
the public service announcement.
Hand over your money,
and I'll go buy my own smokes.
If you're that strapped for cash,
I'd suggest a part-time job.
How 'bout a paper route?
It builds character.
It did in my case.
Hey, we're not askin' you
for your money, Ozzie.
- No?
- No.
- Are you threatening me, son?
- Ooh!
And on a school night, too.
Hit the deck!
It tastes like...
Milk.
Just like the sign said on the building
before you obliterated it.
Fresh, wholesome milk.
You probably love this stuff,
don't you?
Vitamin D, calcium...
essential for good strong bones
and healthy teeth.
But that's probably all Greek to you,
isn't it, Mr Gingivitis?
After explaining to the milk factory
they could not take legal action...
since we had properly obtained
a search warrant...
our apology was
reluctantly accepted...
and Streebek and I were on
our way back to Parker Center.
After losing two previous vehicles
we had been issued...
the only car the department would
release to us at this point...
was an unmarked 1987 Yugo...
a Yugoslavian import donated
as a test vehicle by that country...
and reflecting the cutting edge
of Serbo-Croatian technology.
I've been thinking.
Maybe your informant was right.
Maybe the Pagans anticipated our raid...
into a deadly gas before we got there.
Nuh-huh.
- Friday?
- That's me.
What do you like to do for fun?
I'm your partner, and
I don't even know where you live.
That's right, mister, you don't.
Streebek, why are you always looking
at your watch?
I'm watching my TV.
You don't like my music, you don't want
to talk, so I'm watching my TV.
We're at the Law and Order
Foundation dinner...
where Los Angeles mayor, Peter Parvin,
is fighting for his political survival.
Police Commissioner Jane Kirkpatrick.
Let's hear what she has to say.
This rampaging gang of Pagans has made
a mockery of city administration.
Vehicles from the fire and police
departments are stolen in daylight.
Deadly toxic chemicals are on the loose.
What next, Mr Mayor?
In my opinion...
the welfare of his constituents...
and do the honourable thing:
Resign now.
You know, I think you and the
commissioner would make a cute couple.
You both keep your jaws locked.
Plus you two share
that curious affection for hats.
May I remind you that
Commissioner Kirkpatrick...
threatened to turn me
into a civilian?
Yeah, I know.
There was a gleam in her eye, though.
Put a clamp on it!
I have never been elected
to public office.
I have always sought the approval
for my actions.
The sad truth...
is that we live here now
in a city...
where even a gross pornographer
like Jerry Caesar...
is not immune from lawlessness!
With this grim fact in mind...
I am relieved to announce tonight...
that even Mr Caesar himself
has bravely decided...
to strike a blow in our common fight
against crime!
Yes, sir! Yes, indeed!
This guy knows God personally.
I hear they play racquetball together.
Just chuckle away.
I don't hear God laughing.
You will once He sees your haircut.
My friends, in an unprecedented
gesture of atonement...
Mr Caesar has agreed
to donate the sum...
of $1 million
After witnessing the raging political
turmoil on Streebek's puny TV...
to the end of a rotten day.
- Well, want to get something to eat?
- Not tonight. I have plans.
You do? What? What?
Where do you go? What is her name?
Does she have a sister?
Good night, Streebek.
Truth is, I don't care where you go.
Yeah, I do.
I gotta know.
I knew it.
It's Nightmare on Elm Street.
That would make him Freddie Krueger.
We're gonna be driving along some night
and the lighting's gonna be bad.
He's gonna mistake me for some
pretty coed, and out comes that claw.
Who knows what kind of thrill-seeking
hose monster he's got stashed in there?
My God, he's dating Mother Goose!
Hey, Joe!
Streebek, what are you doing here?
- Who is this nice-Iooking young man?
- He's nobody.
My partner.
Streebek, introduce yourself
to my grandmother, quickly.
Well, what a pleasant surprise.
Granny Friday.
She's my maternal grandmother.
Her name is Mundy.
Why don't we discuss this over dinner?
It's my birthday.
We're going to the Brown Derby.
Do join us, Detective Swayback.
- Streebek.
- Pep.
I don't think it's a good idea.
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