[Train Whistle Blows]
Hey!
Stop that man! He's wanted by the police!
- What's the next stop into the city? - 25th Avenue.
Hold it!
Police emergency. I need your car.
- [Horn Honks] - When am I going to get it back?
[Horn Honks]
For Christ sake!
[Horn Honks]
Hold it!
Stop! Halt!
- Aah! - Aah!
[Horn Honks]
Don't stop! Don't stop or I'll kill you!
I got to stop in the next station.
Touch the brake, I blow you in half.
[Horn Honks]
[Train Whistle Blows]
What's going on?
I don't know. Sit down, buddy. Relax.
Kouf? Kouf, you all right?
[Horn Honking]
Hey, Kouf, you all right?
Don't answer.
[Honking Horn]
Hey, Kouf, you all right?
Get back!
- Relax. Now, put your gun down. - Keep going!
[Woman] Oh, my God! Aah!
You're not going to get away with this.
Put the gun down.
- Get back! - Come on now...
- I said get back! - You can't get away.
Stop!
[Honking Horn]
Hold it!
[Man] Let's get out of here!
Come on! Come on, shake your ass.
I'll just get the door.
I can't seem to find the damn ticket. Where's the guy?
He's getting my car from the back.
[Horn Honks]
Thank you.
- Can I help you? - Uh, yeah.
- Do you have the ticket? - [Mumbling]
What kind of ticket do you have?
Never mind.
He's in the brown Lincoln, foreign plates.
- All right, he's walking toward Front Street. - Got him.
Angie's parked over there in the LTD.
Cute.
You stay with her. We're going to sit on the Lincoln.
That car's dirty, Cloudy.
We're going to sit here all night if we have to.
[Horn Honks]
What time is it?
10 after 4:00.
- Huh? - 10 after 4:00.
That's the third time those guys have been around.
Let's hit 'em! Hit 'em!
Freeze!
Nobody move! Put your hands in the air!
- Get over there! - Hey!
Get up there!
Spread those fucking legs!
Now stay right there!
You move I'll blow your fucking head off!
What the hell's that?
What are you doing? Turn around!
What do you mean?
Who's the boss here? Hey, who's running this outfit?
- I am. - You are?
What are you doing here? Who sent you down?
Don't talk back. What are you doing here?
- We saw the car. - You heist this car?
No. We're breaking down the tires.
Lock 'em up.
All of you, come on.
Come on! Come on!
Keep your hands on your head.
Lock 'em up and throw away the goddamn key!
Nothing but a bunch of lousy spic car thieves.
Nothing in there except a New York City map.
Are you bullshitting me?
That car's dirty.
Take it in and tear it apart.
Tear it right out. Tear it out!
Nothing here, Jimmy.
Look in here.
[Coughs]
This is all solid.
There's nobody been under that car
since it came from the factory.
That thing is clean.
I don't buy that, Irv.
The stuff is in that car.
Well, you find it. I can't.
[Mumbling]
[Speaking French]
Look, the car was lost some time last night.
First, they send us to Pier One,
then here, then what?
I don't understand why you parked down by the waterfront.
You're staying in Midtown Manhattan,
and you lose the car by the Brooklyn Bridge?
Monsieur Devereaux is scouting locations for a French film.
He probably left the car to look at something.
The police commissioner said the car was brought to this garage.
I demand its return.
You'll have to be patient. We get 400, 500 cars here a day.
Monsieur Devereaux is a very important guest of this country.
He's working with the absolute cooperation and participation of your government.
Here are his credentials from the French consulate.
Unless you wish to see this episode portrayed in his film,
I suggest you locate the car immediately.
You're in a no-smoking area, sir.
Will you please extinguish your cigarettes?
What was the weight of the car
when you got it, Irv?
4,795 pounds.
You sure?
That's what it was... 4,795 pounds
when it came into the shop.
The owner's manual says 4,675.
It's 120 pounds overweight.
And when it was booked into Marseille,
it was 4-7-9-5.
That's still 120 pounds overweight. Jimmy's gotta be right.
Listen, I ripped everything out of there, except the rocker panels.
Come on, Irv, what the hell's that?
Shit!
Son of a bitch.
All right.
Got it for you, Randy.
It just came in from downtown. Who's Devereaux?
- I am. Why? - I'm sorry, Mr. Devereaux.
But we get lots of cars here at night.
You mean the car is here now?
Yeah, it's right outside.
They stole it right off the street, huh?
Goddamn!
You're going to have to pay the towing charge.
I was told these things happen in New York, but one never expects it.
Well, that's New York. Is this your first trip here?
Yeah. Where's my car, please?
It's right over here.
But you're lucky this time.
It's in perfect shape, not a scratch.
You must lead a charming life.
Henri.
[Speaking French]
- Let's go! - Bon voyage.
Merci.
I would give you a ride, but...
Yay!
- Listen, I'll see you at Pop's tonight, huh? - Okay, babe, take care, huh?
They got the bridge blocked off!
Let's get out of here!
Go! Go! Go!
Open this fucking door!
This is the police! You're surrounded!
Come out with your hands up!
This is the police! You're surrounded!
Bring up the gas!
Hold your fire!
Stop!
All right, we're coming out! Hold your fire!
Drop the guns!
Over here! Let's go!
Popeye?
It's me! It's me!
Frog one is in that room.
Drop it!
Mulderig.
You shot Mulderig.
The son of a bitch is here. I saw him.
I'm going to get him.
You son of a bitch.
[Gunshot]