Easy, let's not kill him, yet. Let's see who he is first, all right?
You have the right to remain silent.
Shut him up!
Sergeant Martin Riggs.
- Get the truck ready. - Right.
So, Sergeant Riggs...
How did you find us?
Freeze! Police!
Another one?
We need a new fucking dog.
Get your hands up, asshole.
Get them up!
A little bit higher.
That's better.
Very good.
Drop it, miss.
Now, look!
Okay, I'm on! No, I'm not!
Wait!
Wait, wait!
Sergeant Cole!
Get down! Get down!
Get those cases and kill that dog!
Stop!
- The dog. Where'd you learn to fight? - Catholic school. Forget the dog.
Here, boy! We're waiting for him.
Hold it, hold it.
Hurry.
Good dog. Good puppy. Go!
Stop!
- What? - Guns.
- It's full of guns. - Grab one.
- You grab one. - Chicken.
Step on it.
Get that crate! Come on!
Hatchett, you said not to worry about the police, but the cops are all over you!
They got my guns. They'll come after me, next!
As far as I'm concerned, the deal's off!
Get a grip on yourself, Tyrone. We have a deal.
Nobody backs out.
You said you had the cops under control.
I see that isn't so. Give me one reason...
...to do business with you.
I'll give you a good reason.
Tyrone, this is Travis.
You back out now, and I'll make sure only your dentist can identify the body.
Is that a good enough reason for you?
But I need ammo!
I'm out of business without ammo!
I need the good stuff.
You'll get the ammo. The good stuff.
"The good stuff." Jesus.
Time to pay another visit to the LAPD.
You look like I feel.
You got anything I can put on my head?
The hat in the closet.
You're all heart. Here I thought you'd get all tender and maternal.
I was raised with four brothers.
We got hurt often, but if no bones were broken or blood gushed, nobody cared.
Look, blood. See? Blood.
It's not gushing.
It was free falling earlier.
Could you bring me a needle and thread? Some peroxide. I'll patch it up myself.
Don't touch anything.
I wasn't.
What's with you?
What are you doing?
- I said don't touch anything. - It came on by itself.
All by itself. You a wiseguy?
You don't like to share your toys?
- This isn't a toy. - What is it?
- This is a weapon. - A weapon?
Used properly, a very effective weapon.
What, you throw it at people?
You'll give yourself a hernia. Come here. Sit down.
Right here.
- Take a little off the top. - Right here.
You bring all your interrogations home?
- What are we talking about? - It's back here.
- Careful, careful. - Turn your head.
- Careful. - This?
- This scratch? - It feels like the Grand Canyon.
Oh, God.
Hold still.
Oh, God. We haven't even started.
Be gentle with me.
I see this isn't virgin territory. What is this? A knife?
That's an ax. Some guy mistook my head for a log.
- That's a natural mistake. - What, I have a wooden head?
- Look at this. - A knife.
Knife. That's very nice.
This is all right.
That's pavement, dragged down Crenshaw.
That's great. Look at that texture. Look at this.
Same thing. Third and Highland.
- Dragged for about half a block. - That's a good one.
Feel that texture. Cheese-grater time.
- Moving truck. - Moving truck?
Moving bullet.
- Moving bullet? - Here. This is the best.
- It goes all the way to the back. - Right through?!
You're lucky. Was it a.22?
It's a.38.
- It's a.38. - That? That's wimpy. This is a.38.
Yours is bigger than mine? I don't think so.
Maybe not, but look.
A whole family of.44s on the back.
There they are.
Impressive.
One hit my lung. I was breathing blood bubbles. Disgusting.
Blood bubbles. Okay.
You got one?
Pump-action. 12-gauge.
Right down here. Went through.
- That must have hurt. - Right.
Not too close.
Riggs, if he were that close, I'd be dead.
I can beat it. I can beat it.
- I'll take your word for it. - You gotta see this.
- I believe you. - This guy had a knife.
You'll love it. He stuck it in my leg and ran it around eight times.
- I'll take your word for it. - Look!
No, I said forget it.
This is a blue-ribbon event.
Forget it.
You started this.
- Yeah, I can end it. - You know what?
You're a very poor loser.
I didn't lose.
- Yes, you did. - No, I didn't lose.
- You lost. - I conceded.
No, I conceded. There's a difference between losing and conceding.
You conceded or you're conceited?
You think I'm conceited?
Tell me you lost. Admit to it.
I'll get a Band-Aid.
- Tell me you lost. - I said, don't touch anything.
You're going to smack the shit out of me, right?
I can do better than that.
This could be a serious ethical breach here.
- I never made it with another sergeant. - Shut up, Riggs.
Oh, damn Riggs.
What do you want?
Just wanted to see how you were doing.
Who sent you? Trish?
You drink pretty well. Trish didn't send me.
Rianne came to see me.
To your place?
Well, that's where I am.
- My daughter came to your trailer. - Yeah.
- My daughter came to your trailer? - Come on, she was worried.
Get off of my boat, Riggs!
- Come on. - Get off my boat!
You're drunk.
That's something you should know about.
- This isn't going to do you any good. - Give me that.
Give me that.
Roger, please don't do this.
You got three days until you retire. This won't do you any good.
You self-righteous bastard! Give it!
Don't do this, okay? Please.
Give it to me, damn it.
What are you going to do now, shoot me?
There.
Take your finger out of my bottle. Give me that gun.
The bottle's going sailing.
Son of a bitch!
Not bad for an old man.
You finished?
No, I got another bottle in the galley and I'll get it.
No, you're not.
Don't do this to yourself!
You gotta cut this.
Oh, man, I'm sorry. Are you okay?
Come on. Sit down.
- You hit me. - Cool it, will you?
Cut it out. Give it up, okay?
Go ahead.
Go ahead. Hit me again.
I don't want to hit you! You think I like this shit?
Hit me again. You think I'm afraid of you?
- I know you're not. - Of that kung fu shit?
Please, Rog.
That kid was a killer, all right.
That wasn't a toy in his hand.
That was a machine pistol with twin carbines and trimmings.
He would have drilled you...
...me, anybody that came along.
You had no choice.
It didn't happen to you. It happened to me.
It happened to me!
My God, I killed that kid!
I killed that boy.
You kill a lot of people.
You kill a fucking lot of people! You don't kill a baby!
You got ice in your veins. You don't kill a boy like Nick.
You selfish bastard!
You're just thinking about yourself.
What about me?
We're partners! We are partners.
What happens to you, happens to me.
After all the shit we've been through, don't you get it?!
Don't you get it?
When you retire, you're not just retiring you, you're retiring us.
- You're retiring us. - That's not my problem.
Yes, it is.
- It's not my problem! - You're the only family I've got!
I got three beautiful kids. I love them and they're yours!
Trish does my laundry. I live in your icebox. I live in your life!
What am I going to do?
- I don't care. - Yes, you do!
I don't care!
You do!
- I don't care! - You do!
I don't care!
I don't care! I don't care!
I don't know what I'm saying anymore. I don't know what I'm thinking.
I had three days, and now this.
I'm sorry.
- That's all right. - No, I'm really sorry.
I didn't realize...
...that my retirement is gonna screw you up.
Forget it. I haven't got any problem. I was out of line saying that shit.
Look, man...
Riggs, look...
You know I love you.
You know I love you, Riggs. And your problems are my problems.
Like you said, what happens to you...
...happens to me. So try me.
I'm here for you.
I haven't got any problems.
Yes, you do. We all have problems. You help me...
...and I'm gonna help you.
I do have a little problem.
You don't want to hear. This is piddly shit.
Yes, I do. I want to hear it.
- Tell me. - This is ridiculous.
- You don't want to hear it. - I'm here. I'm here.
Well...
I think maybe I slept with someone that I probably shouldn't have.
You son of a bitch!
Help me.
I ought to let you drown, traitor.
Help me.
Come on in.
What did you hit me for?
'Cause you slept with Rianne.
I did not.
- Who did you sleep with? - I slept with Sergeant Cole.
Sergeant Cole from Traffic?
No, not Sergeant Cole from Traffic.
Lorna. Sergeant Cole from Traffic's her uncle.
- Okay. That's okay. - Oh, I don't know.
Sheriff's Department.
Sheriff...
We're LAPD.
What are you boys doing down there?
- We're in the middle of a case. - Yeah.
Of Scotch.
Let's get out of here.
Go with the grain.
I'll show you. Here.
You're going against the grain.
- Like that. - Okay.
You okay?
Darryl was my friend, Dad.
I know. I'm sorry, son.
I hope you don't blame me.
I don't blame you, Dad.
I blame Darryl.
What's this right here?
I love you, Dad.
I love you, son.
May he find the peace in heaven that eluded him on earth.
And may the scourge of violence...
...claiming the lives of our children be lifted by Your grace...
...and infinite wisdom.
Amen.
Wait here.
Mrs. Smithers.
Ma'am?
I just don't know...
You want to do something, Sergeant Murtaugh?
You find the man...
...that put the gun in my son's hand.
Take your mama to the car.
You okay?
Yeah.
Who's got the gun?
- You got it. - Yeah.
- Where did this gun come from? - Fuck you!
Ever heard of the word "genocide"? Have you, stupid motherfucker?
Ever heard of genocide?
You fools are killing yourselves! You're killing us!
I'm tired of it! I'm tired of it! Motherfucker!
You better tell me where this come from or I'll blow your head off!
I want to know, now! Where did it come from?
You see this gun? I want to know where it came from! Now!
We're looking for your friend, Travis.
I never heard of him.
Wrong answer.
And you're pulling the wrong string.
That's not a very professional attitude.
Who the fuck are you guys?
Sorry! LAPD. We're just doing a few routine inquiries.
You been checked for lumps recently?
Give me my fucking wallet!
Keep your hands down!
My fucking wallet!
Get up. We don't need this!
We have a license that belongs to Hubert Bartholomew Smith. Nice picture.
Fuck you.
Hey, there's a lady here.
What the hell's going on here?
- Maybe they know something. - I'll go see.
- Want me to come with you? - No, I got it.
I should go with her.
No, I want you to see something. She has a gift. Watch this.
Good morning, gentlemen.
LAPD. Got a few questions.
You on parole?
- I got a job! - Who asked you?!
Any of you know a Mr. Travis?
You got a warrant?
No, but I can get one.
Until you do...
...fuck off.
That's not a nice thing to say to a lady.
Fuck you.
I don't think so.
Backspin kick.
You okay, honey?
Just great.
- Honey? - How are you doing?
This guy's on parole.
This guy's an asshole!
- Riggs, there's five of them! - I know.
Look at that.
Grabbed his clusters!
Let me help her.
Stay still.
My girl.
This PMS... is murder.
I know what you mean.
I've been married 25 years.
So, tell me about Travis.
I told you before, moron, I don't know Jack Travis.
I didn't say his name was Jack.
You better start telling me more than jackshit.
Come on.
- Men cross the street when they see me. - I didn't have enough time.
I'm not your enemy, captain. I'm just trying to do my job.
- Have you eaten? - I already ate. I gotta go downtown.
- What, you eat alone? - I'm used to it.
It's bad for the digestion.
Tomorrow you have lunch with me but I'm not paying.
You all right?
Two fingers, Murph.
- Jack, what the fuck? - Get in the car. I'll tell you on the way.
After watching Lorna handle herself so well...
...I'm changing my mind about Kung Fu.
Want to try some of it?
- No. - Come on.
You can't teach an old dog new tricks.
Old dog, my ass.
Let me try something. Watch this. It's called a backspin kick.
Pivot on the right, kick with your left...
...and you whip that head around to catch the target over there.
Like this. Follow through.
Like so. So, you whip the head.
All right?
Thank you. Now you try it.
Here's your target. All right?
Remember, pivot right, kick left, turn the head, spot the target.
- Like that. - Yeah. Follow the head around.
Back up a bit. We don't want you to bump into the pole.
Just back up a little bit. A little bit more. Okay, good.
Mind and body strong, now, grasshopper.
All right.
Go.
He can't hold his water.
Get back to work!
Okay, back to work everybody.
Oh, Rog, I'm sorry.
You could be experiencing some transitional anger caused by the shooting.
You want to talk about it?
- He's okay for a change. - Are you sure?
You look good in red. That's your color.
- I've got a little extra time now. - I'm fine.
Oh, shit!
Where's Sergeant Murtaugh?
What?
Can you tell me where I can find good-Iooking Murtaugh?
Hi, skinny!
- Dolores. Remember me? - I remember you.
Can you tell me where I can find the lovely Sergeant Murtaugh?
Actually, he's cowering down on all fours right behind this counter.
- Where is the sergeant? - He's not here right now.
But he's talked of nothing but you all week.
- Shut my mouth. - The man's on fire.
- What's the matter, baby? - A little sciatica.
You tell him Delores was here.
You tell that man...
...that he's the jam in my jellyroll.
I'll see you, baby, okay. Bye-bye.
See you.
Dolores says you're the jam in her jellyroll.
I heard.
That's a lot of woman.
She calls me all the time. She leaves me notes. What am I going to do?
You shouldn't have led her on.
Led her on? I didn't do anything.
Sergeant, we have got to talk.
You've got to come see me.
We got to work. Come on. Let's go.
- Thanks anyway, for your concern. - Thanks ma'am.
- You're a beauty. - Coming?
A beauty. I'm coming.
Good afternoon, Captain.
That's good. See how easy that was?
I love it down here. Don't you?
This place is better than the swap meet. Best bargains in town.
Give me the lock-up keys.
These guys from the garage, they're all ex-cons.
They were all busted by the same police officer, Jack Edward Travis.
Early paroles on a work furlough program.
Employed by a company called Mesa Verde Construction.
You can't go in there. You don't have a pass.
- May I see your pass? - My pass?
Here's my pass.
- I got shot in the line of duty. - He's with us.
- He's with us? - I said that?
Where'd you get her from?
Why aren't you in the hospital?
Don't mention it.
I told you not to leave me there. They tried to take my appendix out.
They gave me a lapotomy.
- Brain surgery? - A lapotomy.
Not a lobotomy. Cut your hair so you can hear.
What's the difference?
The difference is, for a lapotomy, they shave your nether regions.
Nether what?
Nether... I can't say it in front of her.
Point to it.
- Here. - Must be itchy.
It is itchy. These doctors are savages.
Where does it say that a gunshot wound requires a rectal exam?
Yeah. With a telescope big enough to see Venus.
I guess all he saw was Uranus.
That's great. Thank you.
You know what I say?
They fuck you in the hospital. First they drug you, then they fuck you!
When they're done...
...the insurance company comes and fucks you some more!
$10 for a fucking aspirin and it isn't even covered!
That's enough!
We're trying to work here.
So, what's new on our case? Anything new? You got Travis yet?
Did you guys advertise?
- He's family. - Who's she?
- Sergeant Cole. - How are you? Leo Getz.
Anything you need, Leo Getz. Get it?
- I get it. - It's real estate, now...
Listen, come on, you guys, give me a break.
I owe this guy one. Give me something to do.
You can get us a cup of coffee.
That's great. I take one for you and that's what you tell me?
- He could check this. - That's all I'm good for?
We got something for you to do.
Check out Mesa Verde Construction. Find out all the information you can.
- Sure, I can do this. - Remember that name?
Mesa Verde, I got it.
Wait, wait. What are you doing?
If there's any shit there, he'll find it.
- Who is that guy? - It's a long story.
Here are your keys, Captain.
You motherfucker!
- Don't be stupid. - What the fuck?
Take the elevator, get the other guys. Keys. Give me them fucking hands.
Goddamn you, Travis. Fuck.
Stand there.
I'm faster than that real estate broker.
Leo's not just a real estate broker.
He's a pain in the ass with a lot of connections.
This is what we came for. Load everything on the elevator.
- How'd you know where to find them? - We got it all.
World of computers.
You used to be one of us, for Christ's sake.
You know what future a cop has? None.
Punch a clock for 30 years. Retirement.
Pension.
Nothing to do.
Drunk at noon, bullet in the brain by evening. Not for this kid.
Police Department's got it all.
Guns, ammo, drugs, cash.
It's a one-stop shopping center if you know how.
Not a thing anybody can do about it.
You're already fucking history and you know it.
Sorry. I'm just getting started.
Something's wrong here.
The program's been accessed by somebody from outside.
What's been accessed?
After the guns were stolen, Internal Affairs moved the confiscated ammunition.
Armor-piercing bullets?
Thousands of rounds to a more secured location.
- That's what's been accessed. - Someone else knows.
Where's this store? Where'd they move it?
Let's go.
- I'm not cut out for Internal Affairs. - That's a switch.
- In the building. - Where?
- I'm showing you. - Something going down?
- Nothing's going down. - I'm going with you.
- How old are you? - Twenty-two today.
Come on.
You got protection?
- Right here in my wallet. - No, your vest, you dummy!
Should we take him?
- Okay, but keep your head down. - Stay behind me.
Come on, let's go. Quiet!
You were my ticket in.
It's too bad you won't be coming with me.
They got it all.
- He's dead. - How'd they get it out of here?
- I don't know. - Not upstairs.
Elevator!
Shit. It's down.
The subway's down there.
- Let's take the stairs. - LA has subways?
- Where you been? - Read something besides the comics.
All right. Come on, let's hustle!
Hurry up, guys.
LAPD! Come here!
Come here! Step on it!
Son of a bitch.
You see anybody, anything strange?
- Lots of cops and a bunch of boxes. - Split now. Just get out of here.
- I'm going across. - I got it.
Get rid of Murphy, now!
Where the fuck do you think you're going? Let's go.
Let's get out of here!
Cover me!
Let's go!
Stay still.
Happy birthday, kid.
Another baby.
Is he dead? Check the body.
Get me out of here!
Stupid son of a bitch!
Stop that!
Cut it out!
- Don't shoot! - LAPD!
Where does this lead?
- Pico Station. - Thanks.
Not that way.
Take the stairs, it's faster.
Gangway!
Get out of the way!
Holy shit!
Son of a bitch!
Police!
Step on it! There he is!
Goddamn!
Put your foot down!
Police!
I need your bike.
This is bullshit!
Sergeant Riggs, call it in. I need a couple of clips, too.
Okay, we lost him.
Where's Riggs?
Keep me in touch with the motorcycle pursuit.
- Shit! - Take a right, now.
Take a right! Go!
Go! Go! Go!
Take a right! No, left!
This is 6-William-6, this is 6-William-6.
I'm at the freeway construction site.
Where's Riggs? I'm here. Where's he?
Come back to me, Central.
Where the hell is Riggs?
Take a left here! Get off!
Get off the freeway.
Stop! Hold it!
Shit!
Hang on!
Where is the pursuit?
Shit!
Riggs!
Relax, Riggs.
Relax?!
Shit!
Riggs.
Just get back! Get back!
Riggs, talk to me.
Riggs, you're alive.
Don't move. Don't move!
Just get back!
You all right?
Don't touch me!
Okay, okay! I'm not touching you!
Don't touch me! Don't!
- Don't touch me! - I won't touch you!
- You okay now? - I'm pissed now. Now I'm pissed.
- Now what? - That bastard!
He's done it twice now. Damn!
Son of a gun, I'll suck his eyes through his nose.
Twice he got away. Nobody gets away from me.
Just relax.
- Are you okay? - Yeah, I'm okay.
- Are you okay? - I'm okay.
- I'm having that! - You quit!
I ran out of biscuits, okay? Give me a break.
Oh, shit!
Oh, shit.
Perfect.
What'd I miss? What'd I miss?
- What are you doing here? - Great car chase.
- Great chase! - What are you doing here?
- How'd you find us? - Police scanner.
What are you doing with a police scanner?!
Hello, Car 54, where are you? I cracked this case for you guys.
Listen! Mesa Verde's legit.
They got a housing project, called Rancho Arroyo.
- I know where that is! - Why don't we check it out?
- Good idea. - Let's do that.
I'll come with you.
- You're not coming. - Yes, I am. I'll take my car.
- No, you're not. - Yes, I am.
I can't believe you did that! I got a spare!
- You're driving! - No, I'm driving!
How could you do that?! I can't believe you did that!
I can't believe you did it!
Where's Lorna?
I can't believe you did that!
I can't believe it.
How could you do that to me?!
Did you see that?
They're my partners. I can't believe they did that!
Do you own your home?
- Looks like we came to the right place. - Yeah.
Move on out to Travis Town.
Great place to raise a family.
Built on guns and bloodshed.
One hell of a retirement plan this asshole's got.
Let's foreclose on this bastard.
- Say, is that... - Darryl's gun.
- I was saving it for the right occasion. - This is it.
- How many men do you think he has? - Who knows?
Maybe I should run over there and ask him?
That'd be too easy.
We need grenades or a rocket launcher.
Maybe a ground-to-air missile.
Wonder what Murphy's got in his trunk.
It's obvious, Murphy was never a Boy Scout.
Not even a good spare.
Put your hands down. It's embarrassing.
How you doing?
Kissing.
Fresh ones?
Oh, yeah. Shaving cuts.
No points for those.
- How'd you get here? - Drove.
I ran into Leo at the police station. He talked to me first.
- Any ideas? - Lucky thing we got a plan.
Lucky thing. What is it?
I want it to be a surprise.
I like surprises.
Move it!
- Check it out. - Let's go.
- Look at Murph's car. - It could've been worse.
- It could've been yours. - Worse, it could've been Trish's car.
- On three. - Three.
Three?
One...
...two... - Three!
Police! Freeze!
Oh, shit!
- Go! Let's go! - I can't!
What's wrong with you?! I said go on three, not two!
On three!
It's always three!
Boys!
What are we doing here? Losing our heads in a crisis?
Cover me! Cover me!
Exxon.
- What? - Count to 20!
- What?! - Count to 20 and then light me!
Shit!
Riggs, it's loaded with ammo!
- Cover me. - Cover you?!
Cover you, cover Riggs.
When's someone gonna cover me for a change?
What's that, 13, 14? To hell with it!
It's the cops. They're burning everything!
Son of a bitch!
Crazy motherfucker!
Damn!
Riggs, the ammo! Get out of there!
- You crazy son of a bitch! - Yeah!
Son of a bitch. You're full of shit.
Stay there.
Shit, where's Riggs?
Son of a bitch! No clip!
Lorna, no, don't!
Come on in, bitch.
Door's open!
I'm gonna eat your fucking heart!
Son of a bitch.
Travis!
Shit!
Armor-piercing bullets, yeah.
Cop killers.
You're coming with me!
Fuck you, asshole!
Riggs. Hey, Riggs. Riggs!
Get up!
Killed in the line of duty!
You'll get a great funeral from the department.
Cop killers!
Ex-cop killers.
Go to hell, Riggs.
You first.
Crazy bastard!
Sorry, honey, I gotta do it. I gotta look.
Just hold still. Hold still.
Get a chopper, man! Get a chopper.
She had two vests on. She's gonna be okay.
A couple of bad ones. We need to get a chopper.
You're all right, partner. You're fine. Hang on.
It's okay, it's okay. Just lie still. Just lie still.
Just a romantic evening by the fire, just the two of us.
Just be still.
Honey, open your eyes. Open your eyes.
Open your eyes.
What were you trying to prove out there?
Why do you do that?
- Can I take this off? - Yeah.
You're supposed to grow old with someone, not because of them.
I'm gonna be with you.
I'm with you now. Look, I'm right here.
We're both here, right? Right.
Come on, I want to be with you.
What have you got to lose?
You.
Not likely.
- Hey, Lorna. - Yeah?
Let's live to regret this.
- We've got to go, Sarg. - Yeah.
She's gonna be fine.
Can you hear me?
I love you.
"Happy retirement, Daddy.
"Happy retirement, Daddy."
This is it. This is the day.
Everybody? Daddy?
I want you to know there's a candle for every year in the force.
Yes! A lot of years.
You have to blow it out. Come on!
I can't.
- Come on, blow it out. - That's not what I mean.
What?
I can't retire.
I thought I could. I wanted to.
But I can't.
That means you're gonna stay with the force?
That means I'm staying with the force, baby.
This cake's about to explode, so you better blow out these candles.
I want you to know that I'm behind you all the way.
- Me, too. - So am I, Dad.
It's okay.
Well, the streets will be safer for another couple of years.
Word, Nick?
Word, Dad.
Blow out!
Hello?
Hello! In here!
Hello. I gotta talk to Roger.
Oprah should see this.
I can't believe this! Okay, this is great!
What is it?
Where's Riggs? Can he hold his breath that long?
I'm taking a bath, Leo.
I can see that. And it's cold water, too. There goes your image.
Listen, I got great news.
Once again, Leo Getz has delivered.
Okay, I have sold this turkey.
This termite-infested dump is now gone. Okay?
All you have to do is sign the contract before the suckers change their mind.
Okay? I did it! I did it!
The house is off the market.
We're gonna stay in this termite-infested turkey for another ten years!
- At least! - I'll get married here!
- Come on, out. - You can't do this.
- Out, out. - No, you can't do that.
You can't do that. I have contracts signed.
Because we're partners, no commission. Okay?
Partners?
You and Riggs owe me two new tires.
Why?
Because bullets aren't covered in normal road hazard. That's why!
I want those tires! No conditions!
Leo, get out of here!
- Don't tell me to get out! - Out! Out!
Okay, I'm going. You're lucky your wife's here!
Don't come to me if the...
Get out!
- Termites get you... - No more!
Your friends.
Ten more years till forced retirement?
That's 3,650 days.
- Forty-nine. - Oh, yeah.
I gotta improve my image.
Bye, Daddy!
Bye, baby.
What are you smiling at?
Why weren't you at my party?
I knew you weren't going to retire.
I've been wrong about a couple of things in my life, but I knew you wouldn't retire.
Well, I knew you couldn't stop smoking.
I'm smoking to forget my dog biscuit problem.
What dog biscuit problem?
I've been chasing more cars lately...
...and when I try to lick my balls, I keep falling off the couch.
Jesus Christ.
I'm driving. Other side.
I got no dispute. I just came over to open the door for you.
Thank you for opening it.
Do you need some help? An old fella like you...
I'll show you a fella my age.
- Who's a grumpy bastard? - I'm a grumpy bastard.
- You know something? - What?
When I do retire, I hope your next partner is just like you.
There's winners and there's losers, and God wouldn't do that to me.
He did it to me.
I know.
See what I mean?
My point, exactly.
Son of a bitch!
Stay away from my daughter.
You can't be serious. What are you talking about?
I saw you kiss Rianne.
She kissed me. She finds me irresistible.
- That's not the point! - It was a platonic peck on the cheek.
If it's just friendship, try shaking hands next time.
- Getting enough fiber in your diet? - I'm getting enough fiber!
I'm spoken for, okay?
I'm gonna pick Lorna up from the hospital this afternoon.
We're practically...
- You're serious? - We got a dog and everything.
I figure I can make ends meet.
All units! All units! Code 2, High.
Don't even think about it. Don't even try.
This is us, rolling to Code 2, High, at Verrina Place.
Shit. This time we wait for the bomb squad.
You think I want to end up in uniform again?
20-William-12, the REA bomb squad's en route. All units.
Those guys gonna get in the way again?
There it is. Happy? Let's go.
We ain't seen nothing yet, Rog.
- Get me closer. - It's roped off!
- Can't see the bomb squad anywhere. - They're coming!
Stop here and I'll just get out.
No, don't get out of the car, Riggs!
Tell me, was it red wire or blue...
- Let's get out of here. - Step on the gas!
They'll never believe this!
- I hope nobody saw us. - They'll blame me.
Let's keep cool. You better get your girdle out of mothballs.
They'll say, "Back in uniform again."
Ten more years of this!
- I'm too old for this shit. - I'm too old for this shit.