Police Academy 5: Assignment: Miami Beach Page #2

-Come on, pal. let's go. | -Yeah. Okay.

Go!

Go!

-Here, boss. | -Here.

Duck.

Quietly.

I said quietly.

That's all right.

Would you look at this?

Easy.

Get down, nitwit.

-Hey. | -Nighty-night.

All right, let's go.

All right!

-You got the Laser? | -Yeah.

-Give it to me. Come on. | -Okay, it's hot.

-Here you go. | -Sure, here.

Come to papa.

-Beautiful, boss. | -look at that.

Lt. Callahan.

Sgt. Hightower.

Sgt. Jones.

Sgt. Hooks.

Sgt. Tackleberry.

Officer Conklin.

-Thank you. | -All right. let's go.

We've got some time, boys. | What say we find ourselves the bar?

-Sure thing, boss. | -Yeah. Good idea, boss.

Watch it, kid!

Yeah. Nice shot.

-They ought to keep those kids on a leash. | -Yeah.

What an idiot.

Boss.

Out of the way, buddy.

You all right?

-How's my hair? | -Beautiful, boss.

There he goes, boss.

let him go. | We don't want to draw attention.

Yeah, the diamonds.

-Are you sure my hair's all right? | -Yeah, it looks the same.

-How's it look? | -Hasn't budged, boss.

All right. let's go.

Comdt. Lassard...

I was very sorry to learn | that we wouldn't be traveling together.

Now, that is a disappointment.

Lt. Proctor has booked us | on a very speciaI flight.

VIP. Excuse me.

VIP. I understand that you're taking | an economy flight.

We'll just have to meet in Miami. | I'll see you there.

-Shame. | -Morning, sir.

Please be careful with the bag.

Flying makes him nervous.

Metal, please.

Come through again, please.

It's probably the buckle, sir. | Here, Ill get it.

Get away from me, Proctor.

Thank you.

Come through, please.

Very funny, Jones.

Hold on. Miss?

Could you please tell me at what gate | Flight 1545 is boarding?

-Gate 24, sir. | -Could you aIso check and make sure...

that I am in the speciaI VIP section? | The name is Harris.

There is no VIP section, sir. | It's a private plane.

A private plane.

And you and Mr. Proctor | are the only listed passengers.

I see. Our own plane.

Well, Well, Harris. | You travel first-class, I must say.

Well, it's the only way. Come, Proctor.

-Au revoir! Bon voyage! | -Ciao!

Auf Wiedersehen.

Oh, my God!

This is great! Our own airplane. | AnimaIs to play with.

Ill tell you, this VIP treatment | is worth every penny.

A-okay!

Why do I put up with you?

I think that's because | my sister married your nephew...

-and that makes us-- | -Shut up, Proctor!

Sir, they like you!

-Sir, what would you like to drink today? | -Nothing right now, thank you.

Trichloroethane just doesn't have | the appeaI for me that it used to have.

I still depend on the old PR-24.

This little baby, it doesn't even break. | It pulverizes.

I can smash anybody. | I can hold them in a chokehold.

I have complete control over a perpetrator | or a group of perpetrators.

One time, when I saw these three guys | coming on from the left....

Eyes left!

Hightower, check this out.

-What you got there, House? | -There's an article here on Malone.

-I don't even like him. | -Give me five points.

-You got it. | -Excuse me, sir...

would you mind returning | to your own seat?

-We're about to serve the meal. | -The meal?

-Out of order. | -let me in here.

You've been waiting long? | Great. She's been....

Come on! Other people in need here, | you know.

Sorry.

Im sorry. There seems to be | something wrong with the sink.

I don't believe it. We're on the same plane.

-Boss, you know, we should.... | -What, are you crazy?

-We can't make a scene while we got.... | -Wait for your turn.

Come on. let me in.

let me out of here!

-I'll kill him! | -No, boss!

-The diamonds, boss. | -Right.

Here. Fix this.

-Please, sir. Your cigar. | -You got a problem, Lady?

-Excuse me. | -Now what?

-Okay, nice touch, Hooks. | -Yeah!

Ladies and gentlemen, | thank you for flying with us.

We hope you enjoy your stay | in the Miami area.

The temperature is a balmy 82 degrees.

I don't know what's the matter. | It must be stuck.

Ill get some help.

-It'll just be a minute or so, folks. | -Shall we help her?

-let's do it. | -Excuse me, ma'am.

Thank you.

Why, thank you, gentlemen.

You may all deplane now.

Attention, please. | Passengers on Flight 183...

continuing from Miami to Caracas...

there will be a slight delay | due to a small malfunction.

After we deliver the diamonds, | a night on the town. Your treat.

Stay the hell away from that old man. | He's bad Luck. Keep your distance.

He's a bucket of bad news. | All right, now we can relax.

-You okay, boss? You all right, boss? | -Yeah.

-The bag. | -Ill get it.

-I got it. | -Im all right.

-Give me the damn bag. | -You got it.

let's get the hell out of here. | I got people to meet.

-What the hell is this? | -looks like a moron convention.

-That's a nice set of papayas. | -There he is.

Ive read of your accomplishments, | and I must say that our city...

is proud to welcome | the Police Officer of the Decade.

-You're very, very kind, Mr. Mayor. | -Our Police Commissioner, Dave Murdock.

He's in charge of | the Police Chiefs Convention.

-Very, very pleased to meet you, Dave. | -Pleasure's all mine, Comdt. Lassard.

Mayor Thompson, Id like you to meet...

Comdt. Lassard's | Police Commissioner, Henry Hurst.

How do you do?

And these, Dave, are my finest.

Good to have you here, officers.

Stop! Halt!

-Good to see you, Nick. | -Hi, Uncle Eric.

That's my nephew, Nick | I was talking about. Im very proud of him.

What's the matter? What are you doing?

-Here's your wallet, sir. | -Thank you, Officer.

You're very welcome.

Good to see you, Uncle Eric.

Ive looked forward to this so much.

Nick, I want you to meet my finest, | my best friends.

Excuse me. Bill?

Comdt. Lassard, this is my wife, Eileen...

the chairwoman | of our welcoming committee.

-Very pleased to meet you. | -How do you do?

We've greeted everyone | except Capt. Harris.

-We can't find him anywhere. | -He'll be along shortly.

He's traveling by private plane.

Isn't this fun, sir?

They look impressed, sir. | I wish we had an elephant.

Would you like something?

Your merchandise, sir.

-You got the diamonds? | -Yes, sir. We did like you told us.

We tore out the stones | and threw that gold junk away.

-Good. | -We hid them in the camera.

It's gift-wrapped.

-Is this some kind of joke? | -Sir?

I got no excuse, sir. | Somebody pulled a bag switch on me.

My boat leaves the country in 24 hours.

-You got till then. | -Yes, sir.

-Don't disappoint me again. | -Thank you, Mr. Dempsey.

Sh*t!

That crazy old man has our bag! All right.

We search every hotel untiI we find him.

If we don't get those diamonds back | this time tomorrow, we're dead.

-You give a fine tour, David. | -Thank you, Commissioner.

Commissioner Murdock, | what have you got planned...

as police procedure demonstration | this year?

Last year, they arrested everyone | above the rank of captain, put us all in jaiL.

It was all rather fun, really.

Comdt. Lassard, if I told you, | it would spoiI the surprise.

let me show you the pool area | and the rest of the hotel...

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