The Naked Gun 2 and a Half: The Smell of Fear

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The honorable Allen D.

and the former Mrs. Eastern.

The honorable

William and Mrs. Breslow.

The honorable Nelson

and Mrs. Winnie Mandela.

Ladies and gentlemen, the President

of the United States and Mrs. Bush.

Here's everybody on the list, Barb.

Everybody's here.

Hi, Peter. They let you

out of the office early today.

Jack, glad you could make it.

Hi. Get rid of the beard.

I don't like that, too liberal.

Hi, Frank. Trudy.

Hi, Peter. Glad you could make it.

I like your suit.

Everybody's here.

Commissioner.

Thank you very much. Dr. Meinheimer,

I'm glad you could make it.

I'm looking forward to

hearing your speech.

I'm sure it's a wonderful,

well thought-out piece of work.

Ah, here she is. Dear.

Have you met Dr. Meinheimer formally?

Thank you.

Great Lady down!

Repeat, Great Lady down!

- What happened?

- Easy, watch the table!

Wait.

- How are you, dear?

- I'm OK, I'm fine.

Good. Please be seated.

Welcome. I'm glad you could all come.

I'm pleased that we have so many

distinguished guests tonight.

This week we are celebrating

Law Enforcement Week

all across the country.

So I'd like to turn the proceedings over

to our own

Washington DC Police Commissioner,

Captain Annabelle Brumford.

I would like to introduce

a most distinguished American.

This week he is being honored

for his 1,000th drug dealer killed.

Please welcome Lieutenant

Frank Drebin of Police Squad.

In all honesty,

the last two I backed over with my car.

Luckily, they were drug dealers.

- Good.

- Excellent!

Thank you, Commissioner Brumford.

Now I'd like to call on my Chief of Staff,

Mr. John Sununu,

to introduce some special guests.

Thank you. Mr. President, tonight I'm

extremely proud to welcome

our guests

from the nation's energy suppliers.

First, representing the oil industry,

head of the Society of Petroleum Industry

Leaders, better known as SPIL,

Mr. Terence Baggett.

From the coal industry, Chairman of

the Society for More Coal Energy,

or SMOKE,

Mr. Donald Fenzwick.

Thank you.

From the nuclear industry,

President of the Key Atomic

Benefits Office Of Mankind, KABOOM,

Mr. Arthur Dunwell.

As you know, for the past three years,

this administration has been trying to

formulate a National Energy Policy

that will have a lasting impact

on the way we live

for the next decade and beyond.

To make sure

that we choose the right path,

the President has appointed

as his top advisor in this area,

Dr. Albert S. Meinheimer.

As I'm sure you're aware,

his reputation in this field is without peer,

and Dr. Meinheimer

will present his recommendations

to the Annual National Press Club

Dinner this Tuesday evening.

Mr. President.

I want all of you here

to be the first to know

that I've decided to base my

administration's entire energy policy

on Dr. Meinheimer's recommendations.

This issue is too important to be left to

politicians or special interests to decide.

We need an independent and informed

source on which to base future actions,

and Dr. Meinheimer

is the recognized expert in this field.

Mr. President, if I may say so,

I do hope that Dr. Meinheimer

won't be influenced...

...influenced by any of the so-called

environmental groups.

Well, we're all aware of

Dr. Meinheimer's reputation.

He is best qualified

to explain his research methods.

- Dr. Meinheimer.

- Great Lady down again.

This happens every f***ing time

when I go shopping!

- Jane...

- Dr. Meinheimer.

- You're back early.

- And you're here late.

Surely, a lovely woman like you

can think of something better to do

on a Saturday night?

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so blunt.

It's all right, Doctor. It's OK.

You're thinking about him again,

aren't you? What was his name?

- Frank?

- Yes.

You just can't forget about him?

- Who?

- Frank.

Oh, yes!

No, I can't. I... I try.

It's just that when you've had

that much man...

But then, you wouldn't understand.

Jane, you mustn't be

so hard on yourself.

You've done a wonderful job

here at the Institute.

You're the finest Director of

Public Relations we've ever had.

Thank you, Doctor, I try my best.

But I see you here

night after night past ten.

You must forget about the past.

Go out, see new people, enjoy yourself.

There is someone I'm seeing,

in fact just yesterday.

I was telling him about the speech...

- Good evening.

- Hello, Norm.

I forgot.

How was the White House dinner?

Extraordinary. The President promised

to implement my recommendations.

Wonderful! Then you're going to deliver

the speech you told me about?

Every word of it.

I would've given it tonight,

but a guest there made such a ruckus

that they wouldn't have heard me.

Hey, Al! Ken!

Look at this.

I found this in the waste-basket.

Hey, that's a pretty nice clock!

I wonder why they threw it out.

It's probably because it's

four minutes too slow. Let me fix it.

There.

My name is Sergeant Frank Drebin,

Detective Lieutenant, Police Squad.

I was getting my car washed when

I heard the call come over the scanner.

There had been a bombing and I was

on my way to advise the DC Police

as part of the President's

"Operation Scum Roundup".

- Ready?

- Yeah, got it.

As far as police work is concerned,

once in a while something comes up

that nothing quite prepares you for.

Somehow, a demented madman,

probably full of self-hate,

and possibly a couple of months

behind in his rent, finally snapped.

- I'm glad you could make it.

- I got here as quickly as I could.

Congratulations, I understand

that Edna's pregnant again.

- Yes, and if I catch the guy who did it...

- Captain.

They've searched the building.

No sign of a break-in, no money missing.

This was one hell of an explosion.

We're still trying to figure out

what they used.

- Any other victims?

- You're standing on one right now.

- Oh, I see...

- Get him out of here.

- This one's a real mess.

- Over here, Frank found another one.

- Any witnesses, Ed?

- Well, there's one. A woman.

She saw a man leaving

just before the explosion.

- We should let Nordberg handle it.

- No, I'd better do it while it's still fresh.

Not now. She fainted dead away.

She took a knock on the head.

She looks pretty bad.

- I'll handle it.

- Sir...

- Miss, I'd like to ask some questions.

- Not that bad.

She's being questioned

by our sketch artist.

I couldn't believe it was her.

It was like a dream.

But there she was,

just like I remembered her.

That delicately beautiful face...

... and a body that could melt a

cheese sandwich from across the room.

And breasts that seem to say,

"Hey, look at these!"

She made you drop to your knees

and thank God

that you were a man. Yeah...

She reminded me of my mother,

all right. No doubt about it.

Snap out of it. You're looking at her

like she was your mother.

- Frank.

- Jane. I didn't know you lived here.

I moved here two years ago.

- How are the children?

- We didn't have any children.

Yes, of course.

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