No. We're going over there for a cup of coffee.
We're going to have breakfast.
You're gonna bust Dixie!
- Like I said, thin. - Probably nothing.
Did you see that? Wasn't that great?
What are you, a fag?
Your coat's on fire.
- It's probably nothing. - Thin, very thin.
You okay? Got all your fingers and toes?
3-William-56.
We have a fire and explosion at 111th and Larch.
Request ambulance and fire department.
Do it again! Do it again!
- Give me a break, guys. - Enough, enough!
You think Dixie was home?
What you got?
Part of the device.
This is goddamn artwork.
This is pro stuff. I haven't seen this since the war.
The CIA used to hire mercs. They used the exact same setup.
Mercury switches, gaflooey, that's heavy shit.
We got something. The detective wants to see you.
Kids playing this morning... one of them saw a guy checking the meter.
Here at Dixie's.
He was playing, hiding under the porch. Says he saw the guy pretty good.
- Could be a break. - Those kids are 6 years old.
- You call the gas company? - Sure did.
No one's supposed to check that meter for another month.
- Let me handle this. - Be my guest.
He's the one that saw the guy.
My name is detective Murtaugh. What's yours?
Don't say your name.
- He'll put you in jail. - And you won't see your mom.
I won't put you in jail. What's your name?
Don't tell him, Alfred.
Oh, it's Alfred. Hey, meet Alfred. This is Alfred.
Alfred, hi. How old are you?
Six.
Six years old. I bet you like Gobots.
Is that a real gun?
Yeah, this is a real gun.
Do you kill people?
No. If some guy hurts someone, I try to shoot him in the leg...
...to stop him.
Mama says policemen shoot black people.
Is that true?
Let's get the kids some...
Ice cream.
You like ice cream?
No, not you, Alfred.
The meter man you saw, did you look good at him?
I saw him.
Picture him in your head. Close your eyes.
Think what he looks like.
Got it?
Can you draw him?
Give me drawing paper and crayons, okay?
- This is good. - Can it, man.
We're gonna put an A.P.B. On Big Bird.
All units. Large yellow bird, silly voice.
You're hilarious, Martin. It's enough.
What does he look like?
Was he black?
White?
Tall?
Like me?
What color was his hair? Brown?
Black?
Blond?
His hair was blond.
What did he have on? Did he have jeans on?
He was pained.
I don't know.
Painted?
Painted. A tattoo?
Like Popeye? A tattoo like Popeye? No?
That.
Like that?
Exactly like that?
I saw it good. This is it.
I remember.
Are you sure?
It had a knife.
Rog, that's a Special Forces tattoo.
Really?
A Special Forces tattoo, mercury switches.
What the hell do we have here?
Wonder if there's an opening in the fire department?
Tell me about it.
- About what? - Don't bullshit me.
Your daughter wasn't killed for something she was into.
She was killed for something you're into.
Stop me if I'm wrong.
I don't know what you mean.
Hands away from your pocket.
Easy.
Fuck easy.
You called the other day to blow the whistle, right?
Blow it on what?
You were going to tell all, so they killed your daughter.
Tell me if I'm wrong. Talk to me!
They killed your daughter.
They paid off a hooker to poison your little girl.
Christ! I've got another daughter.
- She'll be protected. - You don't know these people.
Acquaint me with them.
It goes back to the war.
I worked with a group called Air America.
CIA front.
They secretly ran the entire war out of Laos.
I was with a special unit, Shadow Company.
Charley brought in heroin to finance the V.C. Government.
Shadow Company burned the whole thing down.
We killed everybody.
We also formed a plan.
Keep talking.
A few years ago, Shadow Company got together again.
The war was over.
And we still had our sources in Asia.
And we've been bringing it in.
Bringing in what?
Heroin.
Two major shipments a year.
It's all run by ex-CIA.
Soldiers, mercs.
You son-of-a-bitch!
If you had cold feet, why'd they kill Amanda? Why not you?
- They can't. They need me. - Why?
My bank. It's a perfect front. Makes everything look great on tax reports.
This is big business, Roger.
Not any more.
I'm gonna burn it down.
You can't. It's too big.
These people are trained expert killers.
Tell me about your next shipment; where it's coming in.
I can't tell you that, Roger. I can't.
I have another daughter. You can't protect her. I'm in this too deep.
Heroin. You got off easy, you son-of-a-bitch!
You through?
I haven't even started.
General McAllister, 801. This is Delta One. We're coming in.
Your mission is accomplished?
Mr. Hunsaker is dead, sir.
I'm afraid that another problem exists.
What is it?
Hunsaker spoke to the police.
- Are they dead? - No, I missed the opportunity.
Very disappointing. The police may know the whole operation.
That is correct, sir.
Joshua, it's time we turned up the heat.
Come home.
Why is a nice Irish girl like you out here?
I'm looking for a guy who had this girl in his stable.
- I don't know her. - She's in your line of work. You sure?
- Sure. Why? - I'm a police officer.
It's okay. I won't drag you to jail.
You wore your vest!
That was smart, kid. Come on.
Hold on! I'm on your side.
Son-of-a-bitch, that hurts!
I'm pissed, Roger!
Look at your face!
2" higher, he'd have hit your head.
2" lower, I'd be a falsetto for life.
I bet you'd sound nice.
Where's my gun?
Oh, shit! Roger!
The guy who shot me...
The same albino son-of-a-bitch that did Hunsaker.
I'm sure! I never forget an asshole.
Hey, I got an idea.
We fly first class to Detroit and lay low for a few weeks.
Come on, be serious. What do we do?
What else?
Bury the fuckers. And you know what else?
We do this right, we get famous. Do shaving ads and shit.
With our luck, we'll do Forest Lawn commercials.
Bullshit! We got the edge.
Roger, they think I'm dead. I'm a corpse.
Brilliant.
Brilliant shit.
We got a body for you.
He was at Hunsaker's place. I saw him, he saw me.
Get someone else to do it.
Captain wants you. 3rd and Ocean, two blocks from your house.
Sure. He's probably blond with big dimples.
How did you know that, Sarge?
Get in!
Trouble.
They just described a kid my daughter's dating.
Let's be dark and quiet.
The bastard's got my daughter.
What is it?
Nothing.
- What is it? - Nothing!
Get back in your room!
You have a beautiful daughter.
Stick by the phone to find out where to meet us.
They got my kid.
Bastards took my baby.
Sgt. McCaskey, pick up line three.
Homicide, McCaskey speaking.
This is KCOP news. We heard an officer was shot tonight.
Can you tell us any more?
Sgt. Martin Riggs was shot and killed. Who is this?
We'll send somebody right over.
Bingo! Riggs is out of the picture.
I want Murtaugh taken alive.
He may not talk.
We have his girl. He'll talk.
You know they'll kill her.
If you want her back, you'll have to take her away from them.
I know.
We do this my way. We shoot and we shoot to kill.
Get as many as you can. All you have to do is just not miss.
I won't miss.
We're going to get bloody on this one.
Are you really crazy?
Or are you as good as you say?
You'll have to trust me.
Here we go.
We don't want your daughter. We want to know what Hunsaker said.
Dry lake. Victorville. Sunrise tomorrow. Be there.
Yes, that's right. Show me my daughter.
Let me see her, then I'll come quietly.
He wants to see the girl.
Get out.
Daddy!
Okay, baby, I'm here.
It's all right.
Simple exchange.
You come with us, the girl takes a walk.
Let her go now.
As I say, take your hands out of your pockets.
Sure thing, pal.
It's alive.
Let her go or we all die.
Take him.
He has a grenade!
He's bluffing.
He won't risk killing his daughter.
If she's gonna die...
...she's gonna die with me, my way, not yours.
Roger, get out of the way. Move to your left.
Put the pin back in.
Officer Murtaugh, don't be foolish. Look at the hardware.
Move to your left.
Look at the fire power. You're grounded. Riggs is gone.
Put the pin back in the grenade.
If you come closer...
...we all die.
I don't think so.
Come on, honey.
It's a smoker.
Bingo.
Where is he?
It's Riggs.
Rianne, get in the car!
Get in the fucking car!
Go, Rianne, go!
Come on, cottontail, stick your head up.
That's it, son-of-a-bitch.
Don't try it, son. You're not that fast.
I got Riggs.
He's got Riggs. Go get the girl!
Throw your weapon down.
Hands behind your head.
You're General McAllister, Commander of Shadow Company.
I see we've heard of each other.
Yep, it'll almost be a shame when I nail you.
I ran into some of those Shadow Company pussies in Saigon in '69.
You did, did you?
Leave me alone!
Save your strength. You'll need it.
Who's the chin?
Endo, meet Mr. Martin Riggs.
Endo has forgotten more about dispensing pain...
...than we'll ever know.
Martin, we have a problem.
Since we have Murtaugh...
...we don't need you.
But I'm thorough.
I've heard that about you.
Our problem...
...and yours, too...
...is we have a shipment of merchandise to deliver.
Why don't you call it heroin?
It's rather large, this shipment.
It would be unfortunate...
...if we showed up to deliver our heroin...
...and were surrounded by 50 cops.
That would be too bad.
Yes, it would be.
We must find out what the cops know.
We don't know shit. You did Hunsaker before he could say.
I wish I could believe you, but unfortunately, I don't.
Now if you'll tell me everything you know...
...I'll kill you quick.
I told you what I know.
What is that thing?
I'll tell you.
It's an electric shock treatment.
We're in for a long night, 'cause I don't know shit.
We'll see.
Hit him again!
Again!
Tell me about the shipment!
I'll fucking kill both of you!
Very funny. What about the shipment?
The shipment, Murtaugh.
Go spit!
Salt.
Go spit...
...you son-of-a-bitch! Fuck you!
This is getting us nowhere.
He knows shit. We're safe.
He'd have told us. Nobody can take that.
Bad-ass soldier, huh?
Get her up.
Untie me and I'll kill all of you bastards!
Tell me what you know.
Fuck you, you bastard. I'll kill you!
Sorry, pal. Say good night.
Yes, that's a real good-Iooking woman...
...you got there, Mr. Murtaugh.
I told you everything.
We'll soon know, won't we?
I'm warning you.
Don't.
Spare me, son. It's over.
There's no more heroes left in the world.
Kill that bastard!
That asshole's getting away!
Who's fucking next?
McAllister!
Who's next?
Pretty thin, huh?
Anorexic.
Let's do what the shepherd did.
Get the flock out of here.
Is it him?
No, it's not Joshua.
Halt! Stop! Stop!
Get out of the fucking car!
I'm a police officer. Here's my badge. Get me back-up and take the girl.
He's going for the freeway!
You okay?
Cut over the Third Street bridge! You'll get ahead of him.
General McAllister...
...time for you to die.
Hold it!
Get back in your car!
Mind if I test drive your Audi?
Stop, you bastard!
Shit!
He got my car!
- Get back! - I'm cool.
Let's get out of here!
Open the door!
Kill that cop son-of-a-bitch!
No way you live. No way.
Gang way! Gang way! Police officer!
Well, shit! What now, kid?
First thing, we get you to a hospital.
Come on. Don't breathe this stuff, you'll see pink elephants.
- And Joshua? - Slippery son-of-a-bitch got away.
- He got away? - Hey, fire me.
Where you going?
Sarge, I'm commandeering your car.
What's wrong?
My home! The bastard knows where I live.
I'll drive, Cochise.
- I got to look at him! - He's all right.
3-W-30 en route to Sgt. Murtaugh's residence.
Request additional units.
Excuse me. May we help you?
No, thank you.
Tell me, what day is it?
Goddamn Christmas!
I'll give you a home to come back to.
Crazy son-of-a-bitch!
Give me that.
Looking for the General?
He's barbecuing his nuts on Hollywood Boulevard.
What do you say, Jack?
Want a shot at the title?
Don't mind if I do.
Okay, men! I'm Sgt. Murtaugh. It's my responsibility here!
Watch commander is en route.
Until then, Sgt. Murtaugh is in charge.
Just keep the citizens clear.
Keep everyone back!
It's Sgt. Riggs' arrest! I take full responsibility!
The bastard killed two of our men!
Get him! He's yours!
Come on, Riggs! Come on!
You want to quit now? You want to quit?!
Give me your nightstick!
Come on! Show me what you got! Come on!
Eat this!
Let them take him!
Let me take him!
No! Back off!
Break his neck!
It's not worth it.
You lose.
Get that shit off my lawn!
How you doing?
I got you.
I got you, partner.
Merry Christmas, Victoria Lynn.
I love you.
How are you?
I'm going to be all right. You?
I'm good.
Give this to your dad.
It's a present. Tell him I don't need it anymore.
It's a bullet.
He'll understand.
Want to come in? We're rebuilding.
No, I got to go.
Have a nice Christmas, okay?
After all we've been through...
...if you think I'm eating the world's worst Christmas turkey by myself...
...you're crazy.
I'll tell you a little secret.
I'm not crazy.
I know.
Good. Let's eat.
You know something?
I think Rianne likes me.
- You touch her, I'll kill you. - You'll try.
Can I bring a friend?
The cat isn't going to like this.
I put five on the mutt.
I'm too old for this.