Kuffs Page #6
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1992
- 102 min
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I think everything would be back to neat.
Can't reinstate Ted.
The chief's wife
just moved in with him.
I'll see what I can do
about the laundry.
Not on the seat,
dear.
Jesus.
Bye.
Now, you call me.
Hi.
Hi.
I was cooking us a turkey.
Yeah, I know. I saw the black sheets.
What do you want to do
tonight, George?
Whatever you want to do.
All right.
Let's do something
that we've never done.
Yeah?
Yeah.
Tattoos, huh? It's not
exactly what I expected.
When you said you wanted to do
something we'd never done before,
I thought it'd be more along
the sexual line, you know?
Let me see it.
Can I see it?
You want to see it?
All right. Yeah. Oh!
Ohh.
Kind of painful.
It's so cute.
It's really sexy.
I'm telling you, it is.
Sexy?
Yeah.
Let me, uh...
Let me see yours.
See it?
You like it?
It's very cute.
It's beautiful.
I love you, George.
But I guess you have your life
to live and I have mine.
I, uh...
I love you too.
You're gonna have to make up
your mind someday, George.
- We're all here to sign up.
- All right.
Good work last night.
Thank you.
George?
They got here about
five minutes ago.
Wonderful.
What do they want?
I have no idea.
Well, did Capt. Morino get the search
warrant for the Chinese laundry?
No, not yet.
All right.
Have a doughnut.
Hey, Sammy!
Bet you wish I were dead,
don't you?
Officer Favaro, would you excuse us
for a minute?
Yeah, we'd, uh,
like to be alone.
I usually don't do
these things myself.
Hmm.
But since you broke
into my car yesterday,
I knew you
had to be stopped.
the man for that job, Sammy.
Talk to me, Sam.
This is your transcript from Fremont High School
in Modesto, California.
You went to Fremont, didn't you?
Maybe.
Maybe?
It says here you dropped out
in the 10th grade.
Did you drop out
in the 10th grade?
Tsk-tsk. To be a patrol special,
you have to have a high school diploma.
You don't have a high school
diploma, do you?
No.
You lied on your application,
defrauded the city of San Francisco...
and Officer Favaro's
here to arrest you.
You're out of here, kid.
And I get your district anyway,
and it doesn't cost me $100,000.
It'll be nice to own
my own police force.
Amazing, the power
of a piece of paper.
Officer Favaro?
You didn't really think
you could beat me, did you, kid?
Bye.
Sorry, George.
It's unbelievable! Sam Jones is gonna get
away with everything...
because I didn't
finish high school?
Uh, before we go up,
I have to go to the bathroom.
No, George.
Come on.
Give me a break.
No, no, no.
It's not like I'm a
mass murderer, okay?
I lied on a stupid
application. That's all.
Please?
I don't know why
I'm doing this.
I don't know why I'm doing this.
God bless you.
- You got one minute.
- It's number two, Favaro.
Would you give me
a break, please?
Thank you.
I've escaped!
Hey, Doug.
I've got another problem.
Mm-hmm.
Well, this here is Thunder.
Doug loaned him to me.
If it's illegal, supposedly
Thunder can smell it.
Right?
Now, we're gonna go
into the laundry,
but first we're gonna stop by Ted's,
see if he wants to join us.
All right?
No way, George. I'll never ask you for
another thing as long as I live.
No, George.
I'm not interested.
Come on, Ted.
- Oh, is that the chief's wife?
- Yeah.
And there you have it.
So you owe me.
What's that?
Uh, come on, Ted.
Open the door.
The last time I owed you a favor,
Look, I just want you
there at my back.
If Sam Jones gets away with this,
I lose everything.
No.
I can still see you.
Come on, Te...
All right, Ted.
Thanks a lot!
Look, if something
happens to me, you know,
I don't want you to
feel bad or anything, okay?
If I get killed or something,
it's not gonna be your fault...
that I was there
all alone, all right?
Heh!
This better be good,
Favaro.
I was only six over par
going into the back nine.
Narcotics gave him a gun and a dog,
and then he disappeared.
Sh*t!
You gotta admit
the kid's got balls.
Stake out the laundry. My bet,
that's where he's headed.
Yes, sir.
Hey.
Just a second, Favaro.
What if Sam Jones is a crook?
Let's give Kuffs a couple of hours,
see what he turns up.
It might be good for all of us.
Yes, sir.
All right, Thunder.
We're looking for something illegal.
I'll let you have the honor.
Hey, there you go!
Having fun?
Here I come.
That wasn't bad.
Yeah?
Everything's set.
I'll meet you at the laundry.
What do you think?
Here? Anything?
Nothing.
All right.
Come on.
All right, look. Let me just explain
to you one more time, okay?
We're looking for
something illegal.
What about
hanging clothes?
Wanna smell some
hanging clothes? Huh?
Come on.
What about over here?
Come on.
Can you smell anything yet?
Did you find something
back there?
What is it?
Oh!
What the hell is this?
Oh!
Do you believe this stuff
is worth $50 million?
It doesn't even come
with a frame!
Just getting it for you.
How are you, Sammy?
Thanks for the warning.
Sic 'em!
Come on!
You've meddled in my business
for the last time, Mr. Kuffs.
I just figured out what
you've been up to, Sammy.
All this time, I thought it was drugs,
but no, you're selling stolen art...
and kicking good people
out of their homes.
That's not good.
I'm gonna have to arrest
all of you now. Come on.
I don't think so.
Hold him.
What? No designated hitter?
I'm impressed!
Kane was my best friend.
We grew up together.
We had a dream.
We were gonna change
this town together.
Then you came along and killed him.
I hate you for that.
I'm not too happy about
what he did to my brother.
Hmm.
Why don't we call it even?
Hey!
Get him off
those paintings.
Come on, come on, come on.
Please, not today.
Let's go!
Come on.
Honey?
Sweetheart, I made you a list.
Another one?
You're out of everything,
even Windex.
Thanks.
Aah!
Why don't you take mine?
It's the chief's car.
It's half mine.
That's funny.
See ya.
Come on, please.
I'm thinking!
I hate you, George Kuffs.
George!
George!
George?
George?
Howl!
George?
George!
George?
George?
George!
I knew I heard a dog. What?
What?
What?
Bomb!
You all right?
Yeah, good boy.
Oh, my God! My God!
My God! Look at the car.
Look at the car!
It's on fire.
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
We gotta go.
It's on fire.
The car's melting!
Sam's getting away.
I can't believe this.
I know where he's going.
It's melting!
One day you'll look back on this
and have a good chuckle.
It's the chief's car!
Ooh.
Taxi!
Come on, come on.
Let's go get Sam.
What?
He was? With a dog?
Hold on a second.
This is Mr. Brown.
He said he just saw George and another guy
and a dog getting into a cab...
in front of Wang's Laundry
just after it blew up.
Ask him what kind
of a cab George got into...
and tell him he's late
with his payment.
Oh, and ask him,
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