l'm cleaning up this pigsty.
l like this pigsty.
When did you last do the refrigerator? Or the pan under it?
There's a pan under there?
Where's my phone?
Where's my TV? What have you done?
Everything is outside.
Just stop what you're doing.
-Get the dog out of here! -You go before the mutt.
Out, out! Oh, man.
lt's Collins.
Has Murtaugh checked in with you?
No. Why?
l haven't heard from him. He doesn't answer his phone.
l'll be right there.
Stay in the car.
l'm upstairs!
Should l call 999, officer in distress?
l'll cover the back!
-Where are you? -l'm up here.
ln here.
Good morning.
First time in 20 years...
...l get the bathroom to myself.
No kids banging on the door. No wife asking me to hurry up.
Just me and my new Saltwater Sportsman magazine!
The one with the article on deep-sea fishing?
So l'm reading about marlin fishing in the Gulf of Mexico...
...when l glanced over.
Oh, Jesus.
ls that all?
You scared the shit out of me.
Scared the shit out of you?
How long you been here?
l've been here all night.
My legs are so numb l don't know if l can--
Don't move.
l can't.
Just stay that way. Do you mind?
lt's a dirty job, but someone's got to do it.
Tell me l'm not fucked.
He's fucked.
Okay, but l'd be lying.
You'll be okay if you don't stand up.
That's a relief.
-l have to get help. -No way!
Why?
l'm on the toilet. Give me a break.
This is serious. l got to get the bomb squad here.
Bomb squad?
Okay, call them in.
Don't use the open frequency.
Let's try to keep this quiet, okay?
Sure. Trust me.
An escort is really not necessary.
l know you're a psychiatrist, but it's not a pretty sight.
l have helped policemen through very traumatic moments.
There is nothing in this room that l cannot handle.
l was wrong.
Excuse me.
l should've known, where there's one, there's the other.
You're a psychiatrist? l have these dreams.
lt's ready to come out.
l got to live in this house!
Clear this room.
Come on, Riggs.
You, too, Riggs.
No.
Riggs, out.
All right.
Dive into the tub.
Then pull the bomb blanket over your head.
This cast iron tub will withstand a hell of a blast.
l can't.
He can't. He's been on there for 18 hours.
He can't even walk.
l'm gonna have to help him.
All right, you better wear this.
The nitrogen?
Almost there.
He's spraying this thing with liquid nitrogen...
...to give you 1 or 2 seconds before detonation.
-Got that? -2 seconds. Thanks a lot.
Lights out.
Get him up and out.
Good luck.
You got a piece?
-Yeah, a Smith and Wesson. -Try this one.
Safety's on. l'll collect it later.
Good luck.
Alone at last.
Why didn't they plant the bomb in Trish's stove?
All the needless suffering could have ended there.
l'm going to die on a toilet.
Guys like you don't die on toilets.
And l'm here and l don't plan on going now.
Let's do it.
On three. Wait, let me get into the tub.
l'm just going to give you--
On three, huh? What do you say?
One...
...two--
Wait.
Do we do it on three, or...
...one, two, three...
-...then do it? -lt's your ass. lt's up to you.
My ass, yeah.
Three.
We go on three?
One, two and then three!
One....
Martin?
l know.
l mean it, man.
l hear you.
We're not going to die, all right?
On three.
Get off me. l don't want anybody to see us like this.
Mr. Jones?
Sit down.
What can l do for you today?
l have this problem, this very delicate matter.
My friend wants to emigrate to South Africa.
Of course, l can help him do that.
l want you to talk him out of it.
Talk him out of it?
Whatever for?
This is a bad time for him to go, with all the trouble.
Have him come back later in the week and we'll sit down...
He's here.
Yeah, he's here now. Alphonse?
There must be some mistake.
Say, what?
Listen to your friend. He knows what he's talking about.
l don't think you want to go to South Africa.
Why not?
Because you're black.
You are.
He is.
Of course l am black. That's why l want to go.
To join my brothers in the struggle...
...against the racist...
...fascist...
...white minority regime!
Fascist regime!
One man, one vote!
Free South Africa, you son-of-a-bitch!
l've heard as much as l want to. You must leave.
What's happening? Don't touch me! Back off!
Close the security gate! Quickly!
End apartheid now!
You going to arrest me if l don't shut up?
One man, one vote! Free South Africa! Give me that flag!
You can't push me out!
You call this security?
More people come in and out of here than Grand Central Station.
Wait, gentlemen!
Don't bother to call the police. l'm here already.
l should have known.
Well, well.
The master race.
l hope you realize the trouble you are in right now.
As usual, you people have everything upside down and turned around.
Gentlemen...
...show Officer Riggs into the street.
Fingers off.
Hands off!
Let me see that.
That's a piece of hardware you got. Where do you get that stuff?
l've never seen it. Where's it from, South Africa?
Don't move.
You haven't heard about me? l got a bad reputation. Sometimes l go nuts.
Don't move.
l'll make a deal with you, Arjen. Or is it Aryan?
Whatever the fuck your name is.
You fold up your tents...
...and get out of my country...
...and l won't do anything to you.
l'll leave you alone.
'Cause if you stick around here, l'm gonna fuck your ass.
Send you home with your balls in a sling.
Just get out of here...
...Kaffir lover.
Eenie...
...meenie...
...miney....
Hey, Moe!
Sorry, Adolf.
Pick them up with your hands.
Big smile. Big smile!
Vorstedt, come here.
Vorstedt!
-Hello, Officer...? -Martin Riggs.
What are you doing here?
l've been with your boss... shooting the breeze.
Shooting his fish.
The guy goes, ''But, but, but...you're black!''
He's black.
No shit.
He started some shit!
You get into Rudd's office?
l got up there.
Aryan Crud and his Brown Shirts turned up, but l ripped this off a pad.
''Alba Varden, Thursday.'' Alba Varden?
lsn't that Hitler's girlfriend?
That's Eva Braun.
He has a date with her Thursday.
Her name sounds familiar.
l don't know her. lt just sounds familiar. Alba Varden.
A deli! Let's eat. l'm starving.
l'll spring.
Let's go. Sounds good.
-Get out the other side, Leo. -lt's okay!
No cars.
That policeman.
You should pick from the bottom.
They put the old stuff on top.
Officer Riggs!
l followed you from the consulate.
You followed me?
Well, l needed some pork chops and a toilet brush, too.
l wanted to apologize...
...for the other day, if we frightened you.
l was a bit startled by all those guns.
l'm sorry. And l wanted to thank you, too.
Thank me for what?
You don't like your boss very much, do you?
l don't like many things about my boss and my country.
But l like my job very much.
lt keeps me here in Los Angeles.
You like this town?
That's a new one.
-l forgot your first name. -lt's Rika.
Rika Van Haagen-Dazs.
-lce cream? -No, Van den Haas. lt's Dutch.
That's real pretty.
You got a rabbit at home?
lt's mine.
Shop one day at a time?
Good police work, officer.
l get paid for that.
l don't shop for the entire week.
Why not?
l never know what l'll be hungry for.
Wait. Have dinner with me.
l got a nice place on the beach. A good view from every window.
A beautiful sunset. Come on, be original. Everyone else says no.
Come to my place. l'm a gourmet cook.
Let go of the basket.
l'll scream.
l'll embarrass you in public. You'll turn red like that apple.
-Come on with me. -No, no, please.
Let go of my bag! Look what she's doing! Somebody call a cop!
What are you doing?
Let's go before someone calls a cop.
You are a cop.
You must be an honest cop.
lt ain't much, but it's everything l said. Look at the view.
l did exaggerate about one thing, though.
l'm not exactly a gourmet cook. l can only make chili.
-Like it with crushed Oreos? -Of course.
A woman after my own heart.
Watch your step.
Sam wants in.
Here, sit down. Oh, wait a minute. A little filthy.
l have no wine. How about a beer?
That's fine.
She drinks beer.
What's the matter? You got a dirty glass?
Oh, it's the wedding ring.
l used to be married.
Not any more?
Not any more.
l've got something on the stove.
Rudd's hiding behind his diplomatic credentials, isn't he?
Rudd's hiding behind his diplomatic credentials.
He's not a very nice guy.
Whatever he's doing...
...he shouldn't get away with it.
How's it hanging, Wyler?
-What do you want? -l hope better than Murtaugh.
Easy, easy.
Tell me something. Have your brains ever seen the light of day?
Who are you? What do you want? l'm a cop!
No, you were a cop.
Hurry up, honey.
l'm going to take a couple laps before l go to the station.
Sam, take a hike. No Stooges tonight. Go on.
Get that beer in here.
Don't worry about it.
Cavanaugh, are you in or out?
l'm out.
Put some music on.
Who's not accounted for?
Riggs and Murtaugh.
Murtaugh's taking the witness to a new location.
-And Riggs? -Hasn't checked in yet.
Get on the radio and find them!
We lost Wyler, Collins, Cavanaugh. How many do we have to lose?
Let's worry about the ones that are alive, all right? Do it.
Sorry, Captain.
Get me Riggs.
l'll get that.
Wrong number.
Thanks to you, l missed my poker game and l was feeling real lucky.
Okay, so what l see are nice, conservative tax returns.
Everything by the book, black and white.
So you just need to play around in the gray areas...
...if you want to see some bucks.
On your salary, there's not much to do but you need deductions.
-My boat. -You can't deduct it.
No, it's the bill of sale.
l know, but you can't do it.
That's it, my boat! Let's go!
To my house.
Because of my boat.
Look at this commercial.
Look at the body on this kid. She is so hot.
What are you doing? l want to look at the girl! Why'd you do that?
l didn't hear you say that.
Say what? She's great.
She makes me want to buy rubbers.
Time for the seventh inning stretch.
That's a baseball expression.
l know.
But we're only up to the fourth inning.
Batter up.
Stay in the car.
l'll only be a minute, okay?
Stay in the car? lt's cold. You have no door.
You're the reason there's no door. Turn on the heat.
Don't touch anything. Nothing. l mean nothing!
Alba Varden. Why do l know the name?
lt's here. lt's got to be.
-Another day, another hobby. -Yeah, another hobby. What's new?
That's the day on my boat.
lt's not there. Where is it?
My birthday.
l'll be damned.
Alba Varden is a ship, not a woman.
Leo, l told you to stay in the car!
Shit!
Nailed them both.
My car!
Leo!
Get up, get dressed. Get dressed. Come on.
-l don't understand. -Just trust me. l got a bad feeling.
Get in the truck. The keys are under the front seat.
When they stop to reload, run for the truck!
-What about you? -l'll be okay.
l'll meet you in the truck. Go on! Stay out of the light!
The master race.
You shit! Who were those people?
You tell me. Was it your husband? What are you doing Saturday?
lt's Sam!
Head down!
Come on, Sam!
Come on, Sam.
Shake a leg.
You made it.
Has he got any holes in him?
Oh, you clever dog.
l promised to have you home by 11 .
This is the most incredible first date l've ever been on.
Wait until the second one.
-No more helicopters, please. -Okay, l promise.
This is a very nice building.
Any vacancies? l'm between homes.
You can stay right here.
l can?
Yes, there's a vacant apartment up there.
l'm kidding.
You can stay with me.
Tonight?
Yes, tonight. And tomorrow night. And the night after that.
And after that?
Don't push your luck.
l better go.
Go inside and lock all the doors and stay there.
And you're not going to work tomorrow.
There's better ways of staying in LA than working there.
All right. l've just quit.
l'll just grab a few things-- Hell, l haven't got anything.
Just bring yourself.
l better go.
Go home!
Go get the girl.
l would offer you a drink, but l understand...
...you're on the wagon.
That stuff will kill you quick.
You know so much about me, who are you?
l changed the course of your life.
Four years ago...
...when you was a narc at Long Beach...
...you were getting too close, so we put a contract out on you.
l handled it myself.
Drove your car right off the road, remember?
But you weren't driving, were you?
You can't imagine the surprise...
...when l pulled back a matted mop of bloody hair to see this woman's face.
Your wife, right?
She didn't die straight away.
lt took a bit of time.
You don't have much luck with women, do you?
She's dead. They killed her.
Where are you?
They killed her. She's dead. They killed them both.
Slow down. Who are you talking about? Where are you?
She's dead, Roger.
Calm down. We'll take care of it. Where are you?
l'm not a cop tonight. lt's personal.
You don't know what happened tonight. There's more.
l'm going to get those bastards. l'm going to fuck them. l'm going now.
We're not going to the stilt house! We're under orders!
Then the house will have to come to me.
They killed them both.
They got Rika and they got my wife.
Shit.
What's the deal?
You talk to the Feds, but you don't talk to me.
That's not fair.
We trusted you.
You betrayed us.
You took our money!
We want it back now...
...you slimy little shit.
Give him more. He likes it.
Don't try and stop me.
l've seen that look in your eyes before.
They declared war on the police.
You know about that?
l heard it on the radio.
We don't have the authority.
Cavanaugh...
...Wyler, Shapiro...
...Rika, Vicki. How much fucking authority do you need?
You got a plan?
Drive around the front of the house...
...wait for my signal...
...and then just go in and shoot those fuckers.
They got Leo.
Be careful.
Wait.
What's your signal?
You'll know when it happens.
Somehow l think l will know.
Feel like talking?
lt's the big one!
Cool it. Watch him.
Move me away from the windows!
Riggs, you crazy mother--!
Holy Christ!
-You all right? -Yeah, l'm okay.
Thanks.
-Was Adolf in there? -He got away.
-l'm going to find him. -What about Leo?
What about Leo?
You're on your own now.
What do you mean?
Take my car to the police station and wait for the Federal Marshal.
lt's been an experience knowing you.
-l don't want a hug. -Go on. Lucky if you see him again.
l had a lot of fun.
You do your duty now.
l'm going to really get them now.
Listen. Wait.
ls it okay if l sound the siren?
Loud as you want.
Really? Okay. Really?
Check it out.
Alba Varden is a cargo ship, not a woman.
The Port Authority said that the Alba Varden arrived today...
...and heads out tomorrow to South Africa.
This is the eleventh dock.
lt must be here someplace. l know l'm right.
The ship!
What did l tell you?
That container there with three heavy hitters.
Let's have a look.
l'll take 2 of them out, you take 1 .
Better yet, you take 2, l take 1. Pull over to the side.
-l can't see shit! -Me, either. What is this shit?
Got a light?
lt's Rudd's, whatever it is.
l still can't see shit.
-You got something? -l don't know. lt's a car.
Shit! Fort Knox!
Hell, how much is it?
Thousands.
Fucking millions.
Billions of fucking Donald Trump lotto.
Look at this.
These are $1,000 bills!
With what l'm holding in my hand l could put all my kids through college.
Take it.
Fucking drug money.
Do something good with it.
Rudd won't need it where he's going.
Load the container.
The next time the sun hits their bodies, they'll be in Cape Town.
-Hey, this thing's moving. -lt sure as hell is.
-What are we gonna do now? -l don't know.
Let's shoot our way out.
No, don't. l got a better idea.
Our money.
Make sure they're dead.
-You go first. l'm too old. -You go first. l'll cover you.
-How do we get out of here? -l'll go this way.
l'll go this way and check over here.
Oh, shit!
Riggs, you okay?
Drop it, asshole!
Diplomatic immunity!
lt's just been revoked.
You're breathing. You're not dead.
No, don't die.
You're not dead until l tell you.
You got that, Riggs? You're not dead until l tell you.
You got that?
You' re not dead until l tell you.
Now, breathe with me.
Breathe.
Rog, in my pocket.
l want you to throw those things away. Those things will kill you.
You son-of-a-bitch.
l thought you were dying.
l didn't die on your toilet, l'm not going to die in your arms.
You son-of-a-bitch.
Where are they? Are they all gone? Did you get the bad guys?
They been dekaffirnated.
Don't make me laugh! Jesus!
Did anyone ever tell you...
...you really are a beautiful man?
Give us a kiss.
Where'd that bullet hit you?