Kindergarten Cop

Excuse me.

Shithead.

You shouldn't be here.

I know. Ask for

at least $1,000, okay?

I'll get as much

as I can. You hide.

His wife took his kid

and a couple of million...

and we won't

get a thousand.

All right, shut up!

Just stay outta sight, okay?

I told him

I was coming alone.

Hey, Mr. Crisp.

How's it going?

You said you had information

about my family.

Yeah, yeah, I do.

Well, let's have it.

Well, it's going to cost you.

Like $1,000?

Okay, that's obviously

not my final offer.

750 would be fine.

I mean, more than fine.

Just tell me what

you have, Danny...

and I'll take

good care of you.

Okay.

That sounds fair.

I was doing a delivery

for Corky last week

out of state...

and I ran into your ex.

How'd she look?

She looked great,

Mr. Crisp. Yeah.

She changed her hair

and stuff...

but she looked like

a million dollars.

In fact, she looked like

about $3 million.

Did she see you?

No. I was

changing a tire...

and suddenly, there she was

across the street...

taking her kid

into this school.

My boy?

Looked great.

He looked very healthy.

It's a real nice, healthy place

where they're living.

It snows in winter there.

Danny...

where are they?

At the school

where I saw them...

Astoria Elementary School.

That's...

It's in Astoria, Oregon.

All right.

Did you tell

anyone else this?

No.

No way.

Hey, I'm not stupid,

Mr. Crisp.

You're not?

Danny.

Danny! No!

Danny!

Danny!

Get up!

Don't you die on me!

I didn't kill him.

I didn't kill him.

Was it Crisp?

I don't know.

I didn't see anything.

What are you doing?

Hey, hey, hey!

Stop it! Don't do that!

Don't go anywhere.

Let me go!

No! Let me off of him!

I don't like

what you've done.

I really don't like it.

It feels terrible,

and it looks dreadful.

I'm trying my best.

Maybe your best

isn't good enough.

I'm back.

Oh, great.

Well, that was fast.

It was easy.

I have some great, exciting,

wonderful news, Mother.

Oh, you always

exaggerate, Cullen.

Everything is always

great, terrific.

So, what's so great?

I just found out

where they're hiding.

Are you serious?

You really know where he is?

Manicure, Mr. Crisp?

Oh, how could I

say no to you?

Tell me.

What's happened?

Just let me

handle this myself, Mother.

I know what I'm doing.

Everything is under control.

It's all right.

I'm a police officer.

Crisp, you're under arrest.

Put your hands on your head

and get up!

Kimble, not again!

Your hands!

They're up.

When will you

leave me alone?

Drop the gun!

Drop the gun!

Hey, I'm a police officer.

This is an arrest.

This man's crazy.

Look at him.

He'll kill me.

You're just going to stand there?

Freeze!

I'm a cop, you idiots!

I'm Detective John Kimble.

This man is under arrest.

I'm checking.

You can't just walk in here

and put a gun in my face.

I'm trying to get a manicure.

I have witnesses.

I have a witness, too.

It's murder one this time.

Now you're mine.

The bastard handcuffed me

to a dead man!

A dead man!

Come on. Sit down.

Now, did Danny ever say

what Crisp's wife looked like?

No.

Did he ever say what name

she was using in Oregon?

He didn't say anything.

Look, I just

want to go home.

After the lineup,

I'll drive you home.

I'll even buy you dinner.

I'll even cook you dinner.

I'm not doing any lineup...

and there ain't jack sh*t

you can do about it!

I've been after Crisp

for four years...

and she's letting

my key witness walk away?

Kimble, sit down!

Sit down.

- Sit.

- Sit.

Now listen to me.

He killed your boyfriend.

All you have to do

is point your finger...

and we can put him away

for 30 years.

He wasn't my boyfriend.

I hardly knew the guy.

I know you're in there.

I know what you want,

but you ain't getting it.

No lineup, no testimony.

So shove your handcuffs

up your ass!

Now let me out of here!

Slow down!

Open it and let me out!

O'Hara, meet Kimble.

Kimble's been on this

a long time.

Hi.

Let me take care of Cindy.

She'll make Crisp.

I guarantee it.

What are you going to do...

handcuff her to your car

and take her for a ride?

I'm not going to offer

to cook her dinner.

Kimble, hold on a second. L...

Difficult man.

Got to get to know him.

Oh, I can't wait.

Hey, baby.

What you mean, "Hey, baby"?

Dnde vas?

Sh*t!

Oh, excuse me.

I forgot to introduce myself.

My name is John Kimble...

and I love my car.

I'll keep an eye

on it for you.

You got a beautiful ride.

Sh*t. Who does

he think he is?

He's lucky I didn't

kick his ass.

He must be trippin'.

Stop that whinin'.

'Cause you had a bad day.

If you lost some weight.

- (people gasping, grunting)

- You might get laid.

Can't take livin' nine to five.

Open up.

You can't come in.

(male singer) Come on, baby.

Thank you.

What the f*** is goin' on, man?

Holy sh*t!

All right...

party's over.

Everyone go home.

Next time, my place.

So who are you, man?

Sh*t!

I'm the party-pooper.

Hi, Cindy.

Do you mind if I sit down?

No.

Sit down, man.

Oh, it's so nice

to see you again.

What are you doing here,

you a**hole?

Cindy, I don't like you

using foul language...

not a classy girl

like you.

Don't you have

anything better to do?

You don't understand.

I have nothing else to do...

and I have nowhere else to go.

Why are you staring

at me like that?

I like you, Cindy.

I'm going to be

around you a lot...

days, nights,

weekends, holidays.

No.

No, you can't.

Yes, I can.

I'm going to

hang out with you

until the end of time.

All right, move it in. Let's go.

Step onto the numbers.

Face front.

Everybody, hands to your side.

That's the creep.

Who?

Number five.

That's him.

Good.

Very good.

Mr. Crisp, you will be

remanded into custody

until your trial.

Bailiff, remove the prisoner.

Shh. Don't say anything.

Just take it easy.

I'll take care of it.

Trust me.

You know what to do?

I'm your mother, aren't I?

Mind if I talk

to my friend a little bit?

I'm not talking to anybody

without my lawyer.

He's right in here.

You give me the names

of your drug suppliers

and distributors...

and I'll tell the judge

what a nice, cooperative killer

you are.

You think the jury's

going to convict me

on the testimony

of that junkie?

You could be right.

But what about your wife?

You remember her?

All that hard-earned drug money

she stole from you?

How much was it...

$3 million?

I bet she would make

a much better witness.

Kimble, you've wasted years

chasing after me...

and what has it

gotten you, hmm?

Nothing.

I'll be out in a week...

and you'll still be

eating take-out food

in that dump you live in.

Yeah, I know all

about you, Kimble.

Without me, you wouldn't

even have a life.

My old lady left

'cause of the money.

Yours left because she just

couldn't stand the sight of you.

I've never seen anyone

so little

eat so much.

Yeah, I know.

I'm hypoglycemic.

If I don't eat regularly...

I get a little nuts.

So... where you from?

Austria.

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