Here's Amanda.
Don't be shy.
Morning, Roger. Here, have some coffee.
I've been doing a lot of thinking about the night Amanda Hunsaker died.
- How'd you get in? - Trish let me in.
- What time is it? - Daytime.
The night Amanda Hunsaker died, she...
What was the name of that hooker who witnessed the jump?
Come on, we gotta get up and catch bad guys today. Be real policemen.
I'll get a shower.
What was the name of the hooker that witnessed the jump?
- Century City isn't her usual turf. - Her name is Dixie!
Give me that cup. And get out of here!
Someone was in bed with Amanda the night she died.
Up till now, we assumed it was a man.
Suppose it was Dixie.
Disgusting, but okay. Let's say Dixie put the drain cleaner in her pills.
Say someone paid her to do it.
Sure. She thinks, "Amanda swallows a couple of downers and she's dead."
Then Dixie...
If it was her.
She's got plenty of time to spritz the place up and get out.
Except Amanda jumps out the window.
Or Dixie pushes her. Either way.
She has to make a quick exit because the body's public.
So she hauls ass downstairs.
People are saying, "What happened?"
Somebody spots her, and she says, "Shit!"
That's right, she stops and says, "Shit!"
The point being that now she has to cover her ass.
That's right.
So she grabs the nearest flatfoot...
...and says, "Officer, I saw the whole thing."
Right.
That's pretty fucking thin.
That's very thin.
Thin's my middle name.
Your wife's cooking, I'm not surprised.
- What? - Nothing.
Those remarks won't get you invited to Christmas dinner.
My luck's changing for the better every day.
All right, baby, come to Roger.
Center mass.
Read them and weep.
You sleep with that thing under your pillow?
I would if I slept.
Step back, baby. Let me show what an old man can do.
Just warming up, just warming up.
Watch carefully.
Hey! Look at that, will you? Not bad for an old man.
Step aside, old man.
Have a nice day.
Shit!
Uh-oh! The policemen are here!
Yeah, you're right. Hello, policemen!
- How you doing? - Fine.
Are you gonna bust Dixie?
We're just going over there for a cup of coffee.
We're going over 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!
- Probably nothing. - Thin. Very thin.
You guys okay? Got all your fingers and toes?
3-William-56.
We got 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!
Do you think Dixie was home?
What you got?
Part of the device.
This is artwork. This is goddamn artwork.
- Glad you like it... - This is real pro stuff.
I haven't seen anything like this since the war.
Come again?
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.
Here it is. Bunch of kids playing this morning...
...one saw a guy checking the meter.
- Where? - Here at Dixie's.
He was playing under the porch. Says he saw the guy pretty good.
- It could be a break. - Those kids are 6 years old.
If that.
- You call the gas company? - Sure did.
No one's supposed to check that meter for at least a month.
- Let me handle this. - Be my guest.
Here's the little fellow that saw the guy.
My name is Detective Murtaugh. What's yours?
- Don't tell him your name. - He'll put you in jail.
You won't see your mom.
It's all right. I won't put you in jail. What's your name?
- Don't tell him, Alfred. - Alfred!
This is 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 is hurting someone, I try to shoot him in the leg...
...just to stop him.
Mama says policemen shoot black people.
- Is it true? - Yeah, is it true?
Is that true?
Maybe we ought to get the kids some...
Ice cream.
You like ice cream?
No, not you, Alfred.
The man you saw, did you get a good look at him?
- I saw him. - Great!
Picture him in your head. Close your eyes...
...and think what he looks like.
Got it?
Can you draw him?
Give me some drawing paper and crayons. Hurry up.
- This is good. - Can it, man.
- We'll put out an APB on Big Bird. - Very funny.
"All units. Large yellow bird, silly voice."
You're hilarious, Martin. It's enough.
Tell me what he looks like.
Was he black?
Was he white?
Oh, he was white. Okay.
Was he tall?
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?
It was paint.
Pained?
I don't know.
Painted?
Painted. A tattoo?
Like Popeye? A tattoo like Popeye? No?
It was that.
Like that?
Exactly like that?
I saw it good. This is it.
I remember.
Are you sure?
It had a knife, even.
Roger, that's a Special Forces tattoo.
Really?
A Special Forces tattoo, mercury switches...
What the hell have we gotten into here?
I wonder if there's an opening in the L.A. Fire Department.
Wanna 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're talking about.
Keep your hands away from your pocket.
Take it easy.
Fuck easy.
When you called me the other day, you were gonna blow the whistle.
Blow the whistle on what?
You were gonna spill your guts, 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.
Chrissake! 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 called "Shadow Company." Trained killers.
When Charlie brought in heroin to finance the VC government...
...Shadow Company burned the whole thing down.
We killed everybody.
We also formed a plan.
Keep talking.
A couple of years ago, Shadow Company got together again.
The war was over.
But we still had our sources in Asia.
We've been bringing it in ever since.
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 were getting cold feet, why did they kill Amanda? Why not you?
- They can't kill me. They need me. - Why?
My company, the bank. It's a perfect front.
Makes everything look great on the tax reports.
This is big business, Roger.
Not anymore.
I'm gonna burn it down.
You can't. It's too big.
These people are trained, expert killers.
I wanna know about your next shipment: Where it's coming in, how many...
I can't tell you that, Roger. I can't.
I've got another daughter. You can't protect her.
I am in this too deep.
Heroin. You got off easy, you son of a bitch!
You through?
I haven't even started.
General McAllister, this is Delta One. We're coming in. Over.
- You've accomplished your mission? - Yes, sir.
Mr. Hunsaker is dead, sir.
I'm afraid, however, that another problem exists.
What is it? Explain.
Hunsaker spoke to the police, sir.
- Are they dead? - No, I missed the opportunity.
Very disappointing. So the police may know the whole operation?
That is correct, sir.
Joshua, it's time we turned up the heat.
Come on home.
What's a nice Irish girl like you doing out here?
I'm looking for a guy, had this girl in his stable.
- Never seen her. - Dixie's in your line of work. Sure?
- Sure. Why? - I'm a police officer.
Don't worry, I won't drag your ass 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! - You all right?
I'm pissed, Roger! Now I'm pissed.
Oh, Christ! Look at your face!
Two inches higher, he'd have hit your head.
Two inches lower, I'd be a falsetto for life.
I bet you'd sound nice too. Come on, come on.
- Where's my gun? - Here.
Thanks.
Oh, shit! Roger!
The guy who shot me...
The same albino jackrabbit son of a bitch that did Hunsaker.
You sure?
I'm sure, man. I never forget an asshole.
I got an idea.
We get two first-class tickets to Detroit and lay low for a few weeks.
Come on, be serious. What do we do?
What else?
We bury the fuckers. And you know something else?
We do this right, we get famous. Do shaving ads. Girls. Money.
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!
- 3-William-56. Over. - We got a body for you.
He was at Hunsaker's place. I saw him, he saw me.
Get someone else to do it, okay?
Captain says give it to you. About two blocks from your house.
Yeah, sure. He's probably blond with big dimples.
How'd you know that, sarge?
- Get in here! - What's the matter?
Trouble.
I feel they just gave a description of the kid my daughter's dating.
Let's be dark and quiet.
One, two...
The bastards got my daughter.
What is it?
Nothing.
- What is it?! - Nothing!
Get back in your room. Back in your room!
You have a beautiful daughter.
I'd 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 give us more information?
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 little girl. He'll talk.
You know they're gonna kill her, don't you?
And if you want her back, you'll have to take her away from them.
I know.
We do this my way. You shoot, and you shoot to kill.
Get as many as you can. All you gotta do is just not miss.
I won't miss.
We're gonna get bloody on this one.
Are you really crazy?
Or are you as good as you say you are?
You're gonna have to trust me.
Here we go.
We don't want your daughter. We wanna know what Hunsaker told you.
Dry lake. Victorville. Sunrise tomorrow. Be there.
Murtaugh!
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.
Okay, 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 now, or we all die.
Take him!
He has a grenade!
He's bluffing! He wouldn't risk killing his daughter.
If she's gonna die...
...she's gonna die with me. My way, not yours.
Come on, Roger, get out of the way. Move to your left. Come on!
Put the pin back in.
Officer Murtaugh, don't be foolish. Look at the hardware.
Your left. Move to your left.
Look at the firepower. You're grounded. Riggs is gone.
Put the pin back in the grenade.
If you come closer...
...then we all die.
I don't think so.
Come on, honey.
Just 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, you son of a bitch. Good night.
Don't try it, son. You're not that fast.
Hello, Joshua. Hello, Joshua.
- Yes, sir. - I got Riggs.
He's got Riggs. Go get the girl!
Throw your weapon down!
Put your hands behind your head!
You're General Peter 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.
See, we have a problem.
Since we have Murtaugh...
...we don't need you.
- I believe in being 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 just call it heroin?
It's rather large, this shipment.
It would be unfortunate, however...
...if we showed up to deliver our heroin...
...and we're surrounded by cops.
That would be too bad.
Yes, it would be.
So we have to find out all 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.
If you would kindly tell me everything you know...
...I promise I'll kill you quick.
I told you everything I know.
What the fuck is that thing?
I'll tell you what it is.
It's called electric shock treatment.
We're in for a long night because I don't know shit.
We'll see.
Son of a bitch!
Hit him again!
Goddamn it!
Hit him again.
Tell me about the shipment!
I'm gonna fucking kill the both of you!
Very funny. I wanna know about the shipment.
The shipment, Mr. Murtaugh.
Go spit!
Salt.
Go spit, you son of a bitch. Fuck you!
This is getting nowhere.
Mr. Large.
He knows shit. We're safe.
He'd have told us. Nobody can take that.
Fine.
Badass soldier, huh?
Get her off.
Get her up.
Untie me, and I'll kill all of you bastards!
Tell me what you know.
Fuck you, bastard! Son of a bitch! I'll kill you!
Fucking bastard.
Sorry, pal. Say good night.
That's a real good-looking young 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 son of a bitch!
That asshole's getting away!
Who's fucking next?
McAllister!
Who's next?
Pretty thin, huh?
Anorexic.
- Let's do what the shepherd did. - What?
Let's get the flock out of here.
Come on, let's go.
Everything's all right.
Is it him?
No. It's not Joshua.
Come on, come on!
Move it, move it, move it!
Halt! Stop! Stop!
Get out of the fucking car, bitch! Come on, now!
Police officers!
I'm a police officer. Give me some backup, and take care of the girl.
He's going for the freeway!
You okay?
Cut over to Third Street Bridge! You'll be able to 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 that son of a bitch!
Shit!
He got my car!
- Get back! - Hey, man, 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.
- Gangway! - Hold it now.
- Police officer. - Go ahead.
- Folks, stay back. - Open it up, open it up.
Well, shit! What now, kid?
First thing we gotta do is get you to the hospital.
Come on. Let's go.
Don't breathe this stuff. You'll see pink elephants.
The slippery son of a bitch got away!
- What do you mean, he got away? - Hey, fire me.
Hold on.
Where you going?
Sarge, I'm commandeering your car.
What's the matter?
The son of a bitch knows where I live.
- I'll drive, Cochise. - Get in. Let Riggs drive.
- I gotta look at him! - He's all right.
- Here you go. - I'm all right.
3-W-30 en route to Sergeant Murtaugh's residence.
Requesting additional units.
Excuse me, sir. May we help you?
No, thank you.
Good morning, sir.
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. Drop it.
Looking for the general?
He's barbecuing his nuts on Hollywood Boulevard.
What do you say, Jack?
Like a shot at the title?
Don't mind if I do.
Okay, men! I'm Sergeant Murtaugh. My responsibility here!
Watch commander is en route.
Until then, Sergeant Murtaugh is in charge on site.
Just keep the citizens clear.
Keep everyone back!
It's Sergeant Riggs' arrest. I take full responsibility!
The son of a bitch killed two of our men!
Get him, kid! He's yours!
Get up!
Come on, Riggs! Come on!
You wanna quit now? You wanna quit?
- Give me your nightstick. - Here.
Come on!
Show me what you got!
Eat this, you sucker!
Let us take him!
Let me take him!
- Please! - No! Back off!
Break his fucking neck!
It's not worth it.
You lose.
Get that shit off my lawn!
How you doing, kid?
I got you.
I got you, partner.
Merry Christmas, Victoria Lynn.
I love you.
How are you?
I'm gonna be all right. You?
Yeah, I'm good.
Give this to your dad, okay?
It's a present for him. Tell him I won't need it anymore.
- It's a bullet. - Yeah, it's a bullet.
He'll understand.
You want to come in? We're building.
No, I gotta go.
You have a nice Christmas, though.
Okay. You too.
Okay. Bye.
Bye.
After all we've been through...
...if you think I'm gonna eat the world's lousiest turkey by myself...
...you're crazy.
- I'll tell you a little secret. - What?
I'm not crazy.
I know.
Oh, good. Let's eat.
Hey, you know something?
I think your daughter likes me.
- If you touch her, I'll kill you. - You'll try.
- You mind if I bring a friend? - Of course bring a friend.
I don't think the cat will like this.
I'll put five on the mutt.
I'm too old for this.