Surprise!
Happy Birthday, Daddy!
Make a wish!
I wish...! I'm not telling you.
Come on, blow them out!
Gimme some sugar, girl.
One more candle and the smoke alarm would've gone off.
The big five-O.
Know what? Your beard's gray. Makes you look old.
It's okay; I still love you.
- Where's Rianne? - She's upstairs.
- That's my bacon! - It's mine now.
Don't you close doors?
What's on my tie?
That is an ugly spot.
Thanks. Sharp as a tack.
I'm thinking of going on "Jeopardy."
Don't take any questions about cooking.
Don't step in the egg!
I should have checked the floor for egg.
Do you know a man named... Michael Hunsaker?
Jesus! Michael Hunsaker!
- What'd he want? - Your office called.
He's tried to reach you for 3 days.
I haven't talked to him in...
...12 years!
That would make me...
...fifty!
That means you're...
We won't discuss that.
Forget the eggs.
I never heard of Michael Hunsaker.
I never mentioned him?
Vietnam buddy?
Eat your own cake.
Nick left without me.
He left without you? He left without my baby?
This is my New Year's Eve dress. Do you like it?
It's beautiful.
Have a good birthday.
Goddamn heartbreaker!
Happy Birthday, Rog!
We got a hooker.
No, it's Dixie. Please tell these bozos to lay off.
You bozos lay off.
Dixie saw the girl jump here last night.
Get her statement, send her home.
Thanks. I'm beat. You know how it is.
All dressed up, no one to blow.
You're hilarious! I can't believe you damn cops!
The jumper's name is Amanda Hunsaker.
Age 22.
Prostitute. One arrest, no convictions. Born in Tennessee.
- Parents... - What was the name?
The parents.
Michael and Claire.
You know them?
Find out who bought it. Who pays the bills.
That'll take looking into.
So, look!
Give me the number for Michael Hunsaker.
The man we talked about? Your Vietnam buddy.
You mentioned him this morning.
His daughter dove out a window.
Good? Tasty? Smooth?
- Yeah, good. - You better fucking believe it.
Let's do it. How much?
How much for how much?
All of it.
You want it all? He wants it all.
And a 6-footer, too.
You want a tree?
Tell you what.
I'll give you the best tree on the lot free.
But the shit will cost you...
...one hundred.
That much?
That's a fair price.
You only live once.
Get this together.
Shut up. I'm losing count.
Ninety-three, ninety-four...
Forget it!
One hundred thousand!
One hundred thousand dollars!
A hundred thousand?
I can't afford that on my salary. Tell you what. I got a better idea.
Let's say I take the stash off your hands for free...
...and you assholes go to jail.
I could read you your rights, but you guys already know them.
This badge ain't real.
You ain't real.
You are a crazy son-of-a-bitch.
I'm crazy?
I'll show you crazy.
That's a real badge. I'm a real cop and this is a real gun.
Okay, pal.
Noses in the dirt, assholes!
Where's your buddy?
What've you got?
Three down, one loose. He's got black hair and a red shirt.
Freeze! Give me the gun! Up, up!
How's it feel, sucker?!
Shoot him!
Drop it!
Shoot him! Shoot him!
- Shut the fuck up! - Shoot the prick!
Shoot him! Shoot the prick!
Shoot me.
Shut up! Put them down!
- I warn you! I'm gonna shoot you! - Shoot him!
Shut the fuck up!
Shoot me! Shoot him!
Get him out of there.
It ain't worth it.
Merry Christmas!
I miss you.
That's silly, isn't it?
I'll see you later.
I'll see you much later.
Once more with feeling on three.
Damn it, Cooley. Do it on three or go on the street.
Silent night...
You think Riggs is playing a game?
Sure. He wants the cash. But he'll come around.
That's a very dangerous attitude to take.
His wife of 1 1 years was recently killed in a car accident.
He fires when he shouldn't.
I know all about Riggs. He's a tough bastard.
He's on the edge, sir. He may be psychotic.
That's psych bullshit.
You're making a mistake keeping him in the field.
The man is suicidal.
You're sure of that? You have no doubts?
There are no absolutes in life.
End of discussion. We're going to wait.
If he offs himself, we'll know I was wrong.
You're making a mistake.
Asshole.
Roger, you're way behind the times.
Guys in the '80's aren't tough. They're sensitive.
They show emotions around women, shit like that.
I think I'm an '80's man.
How do you figure?
Last night...
...I cried in bed. How's that?
Were you with a woman?
I was alone. Why do you think I was crying? Merry Christmas.
Sounds like an '80's man to me.
- News on the Hunsaker case. - That was quick.
So was the autopsy. They're not calling it suicide.
Surprise. The Coroner found evidence she used barbiturates.
Brilliant work.
There were pills all over.
Right. That's not the surprise.
The surprise is the pills were doctored.
Loaded with Draino. If she hadn't jumped, she would have died anyway.
This case stinks.
Roger, you looked younger with the beard.
Thanks, Captain.
You shaved the beard.
Some detective.
Two more things.
The condition of the sheets indicate...
...someone else was in bed with Amanda. That's "A. "
What's " B"?
You're breaking in a new partner on this.
Again?
He's on loan from Dope. Real burn-out, on the edge.
Perfect.
Gun!
Meet your new partner.
I'm too old for this shit.
Some say you're a good cop.
I try.
I heard about the little stunt yesterday. Pretty heroic.
I pulled your file.
You worked in the Phoenix project in Vietnam.
Assassination stuff. It's over, you know.
What is?
The war.
Yes, I know.
I just thought I'd remind you.
That's serious shit you carry.
Be my guest.
9mm Beretta. Takes 15 in the mag, 1 up the pipe...
...wide ejection port, no feed jams.
What you got in there?
4" Smith.
Six-shooter?
Lots of old-timers carry those.
Your file also said you're into martial arts.
T'ai chi and all that killer stuff.
We'll have to register you as a lethal weapon.
Cut the shit. We both know why I was transferred.
People think I'm suicidal; so I'm fucked and no one will work with me.
Or they think I'm faking to get a pension...
...so I'm fucked and no one will work with me. Basically, I'm fucked.
Guess what?
I don't want to work with you.
Don't.
I got no choice. Looks like we're both fucked.
Terrific.
God hates me, that's what it is.
Hate Him back. It works for me.
Good afternoon, Mr. Mendez.
Pat him down.
- We went through this already. - Go through it again.
Who are you?
It's not important, but you may call me Mr. Joshua.
Great, swell. Mr. Joshua, huh?
General, Mr. Mendez is here.
This is music? I can get a better band for half the price.
I don't want to hear this shit tonight. Get it right.
Mr. Mendez, how are you?
I'm fine.
Where did you get him? Psychos 'R' Us?
You're not funny.
This whole goddamn setup isn't funny.
You're using mercenaries. Tell me I'm wrong.
You're not wrong.
I'm supposed to trust these bozos?
My people are loyal...to me.
Oh, bullshit.
Do you smoke?
Who the hell cares if I smoke?
Do you?!
Give me your lighter.
Your lighter!
What the fuck is wrong with you guys?!
Shut up!
And don't move.
Mr. Joshua, your left arm, please.
Hey, man, you guys are fucking gone.
Oh, Jesus Christ, man!
You guys are fucking crazy, man. Come on!
Have Endo look at that, Mr. Joshua.
You wish to do business with us?
Jesus Christ!
You wish to make a purchase, yes?
Yes, yes! Jesus Christ, yes.
You guys are out there like fucking Pluto, man.
The heroin arrives Friday night. We will deliver then.
Have the money ready and no tricks.
If you try anything, you'll have to talk to Mr. Joshua.
Right, Joshua. I got you.
Merry Christmas.
The autopsy...
...showed that Amanda was poisoned.
Even if she hadn't jumped, she'd still be dead.
She was murdered.
I can't take this any more. I just can't take it.
Why were you calling me?
I heard that you were...
Somebody told me you were working out here.
I thought you could get her out.
Get her out of the stuff she was into. She was making, uh...
...videotapes.
Pornographic...
...videotapes.
I thought maybe you could get her out and help her.
Easy, Mike.
You owe me, Roger.
Remember?
I remember.
I want you to find whoever's responsible for this...
...however many there are.
I know you can do it. Just find them... and kill them.
I'm a police officer.
I don't give a shit that you're a police officer.
Kill them! Just kill them!
You find them and kill them.
You can do that. You owe me.
I owe you.
Why did he say you owed him?
We served together in 1965.
La Drang Valley. Saved my life. Took a bayonet in the lungs.
- That was nice of him. - I thought so.
- Shall I drive? - No, you're supposed to be suicidal.
Anyone who drives in L.A. is suicidal.
All units, possible jumper at Santa Monica and Orlando.
7-A-21, handle code 2.
All units come in, please.
- What's the number of your car? - 3-William-56.
3-William-56 en route. I love this job! It's so exciting!
Can we put the sirens on? Huh, can we?
I'm glad you're here.
- Where's the psychologist? - Stuck in traffic.
Who is this guy?
Name's McCleary. He's at an office party, went outside.
- Think he'll go? - He seems serious.
- I can handle this. - Are you qualified?
- I've done it before. - You're elected.
- No guns, just bring him down. - Roger.
10-4
Riggs, homicide.
He's over there on the ledge.
Merry Christmas.
Leave me alone!
Why are you doing this?
None of your damn business!
Fair enough.
I'm just going to come out there, okay?
Don't you touch me! I'll jump!
Take it easy, for Chrissake.
I don't like this any better than you.
I'll just get on the ledge with you.
Don't go. Not out on the ledge.
You're not the first guy to think of this.
Lots of people have problems during this season.
- You know shit! - No, you're wrong!
You know nothing! Don't touch me!
I've done nothing wrong!
I know. It's not like you murdered someone.
The only one hurt is me. Me!
I know, you're hurting. I get it.
Don't come near me!
Give me a break. My boss is watching me.
I got to at least look like I'm trying to save you.
Come on.
I'm just going to stand here and talk to you.
You won't try nothing?
I'm square with you. I won't try a damn thing.
You think I want to fall off? I promise, I'll just talk.
All right.
You want a cigarette? Come on, let's smoke.
Take our time and die of cancer.
See this key?
Bye-bye!
You're crazy!
You can jump, but you'd take me with you, making you a murderer.
You'd kill a cop.
Yeah, a psycho cop!
You coming in? I am.
- Fuck you, I'm jumping! - You really want to?
Do you want to? That's fine with me.
Let's do it, asshole.
I want to do it.
Oh, shit!
You want to go up again? Come on. It was great!
Help me! Help me loose!
He's trying to kill me!
Did you see that? He's out of his mind!
I want my cuffs back.
- Don't touch me! - What the fuck did you do?
Controlled the jump! You wanted him down? He's down!
Come here!
Come here with me!
Get in here!
Okay, no bullshit! You want to kill yourself?
Shut up! Yes or no! You want to die?
I got the job done!
Just answer the question!
What do you want to hear? That sometimes I think about eating a bullet?!
Well, I do!
I got a special one for the occasion with a hollow point.
Make sure it blows the back of my head out!
Every day I wake up and think of a reason not to.
Every single day.
And you know why I don't? This will make you laugh.
The job. Doing the job. That's the reason.
You want to die.
I'm not afraid of it.
Here, take my gun.
Pull the trigger.
Be my guest! Go on, if you're serious!
You shouldn't tempt me.
Put it in your mouth! You might slip, not kill yourself.
Under the chin is just as good!
You're not trying to draw a psycho pension.
You really are crazy.
I'm hungry. I'm going to get something to eat.
He's in pain. There's something eating away at him.
He's on the edge. I think Riggs has a death wish.
Terrific. So you're saying I should worry?
Yeah, you should worry.
When he goes, don't be near him.
Thank you, doctor. You've been very helpful.
I'm too old for this shit.
You hungry?
No! I'm not hungry!
- Want me to drive? - No, I'll drive!
Get in that side!
You get a bad personal call? Did the stock market crash?
Don't worry. Have a french fry.
50 years old. What a birthday. 50 years old!
Been on the force 20 years, not a scratch on me. Got a wife, kids...
...house, boat. I can kiss it all goodbye because you have a death wish.
Shut up!
Why are you talking to me? I'm a dead man!
I was driving before you were an itch in your daddy's pants.
I didn't know that.
That your birthday is today.
It was yesterday.
Well, happy birthday for yesterday.
Sincerely, happy birthday, man.
Maybe we'll stay alive long enough for me to buy you a present.
Don't thank me now.
It's the least I can do after all your kindness.
Will you tell me where we're going?
We're together on this.
Beverly Hills. Amanda Hunsaker's meal ticket.
Remember, he's not a suspect yet.
We question him, not damage him.
I'll let you do all the talking.
Experience counts here.
- You're going to smoke in the car? - I am.
I'll stop if it bothers you.
It does.
I'll open a window.
That won't help. I have to watch out for my lungs.
I exercise, take care of myself.
4241 coming up.
Bingo.
Do we have a warrant to go in?
We don't need one with the gate cl--
Didn't take them long, huh?
Hey, guys, go on in! Make yourselves at home!
Merry Christmas!
Don't need a warrant with an invitation.
I saw this place on " Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous."
Get the door.
Nice and easy.
Smells like Eden.
Paradise.
Isn't that sweet?
I'm thinking probable cause.
Get the girls!
Okay, asshole!
Move! Get out!
Fast!
Get your hands on that tree and face each other!
Hands in front of you!
- My leg... - Don't move it or I'll break your arm.
Got them!
Show me your hands!
Right now!
Put your hands out there!
Wasn't that easy?
Boom! Still alive. Now we question him. You know why?
Because I didn't shoot him to pieces or jump off a building with him.
No fair. The building guy lived.
The point is, no killing.
Piece of cake. Now I'm happy.
Read him his rights. I'll stand here being happy.
Gun!
Oops.
You ever met anybody you didn't kill?
I haven't killed you yet.
Don't do me no favors.
Don't worry.
The Coroner gave the body a ride downtown.
I guess we can get out of here.
I'm sorry about that shit I said out there.
You saved my life. Thank you.
I bet that hurt to say.
You'll never know.
Let's get a bite to eat.
Get my shoes on.
Hey, Mom. Rog is coming.
Here's my welcoming committee! Which one is my daughter?
Oh, this one is my daughter.
Home, both of you. Dinner time.
How are you doing?
I am doing all right.
Is that a crook?
No, this is my new partner, Martin.
I'm glad you're home at a sensible hour.
Well, I try to be a sensible dad.
Come on in, Martin.
Yeah, close the door.
Hello, Nick. Get your legs off the arm of the couch.
Is Mommy in the kitchen? Let's sneak up on her.
I'd like you to meet Daddy's new partner, Martin.
This is my wife, Trish.
Martin's joining us for dinner.
- Roast okay with you? - What's for dinner?
We'll see what's for dinner.
This is a brown, sticky...
It's roast.
How about a brown, roast-like substance?
- Roger, you're being an asshole. - I try not to.
- Want something to drink? - Like what?
We have Canadian Mist.
How come we didn't have fish tonight?
Don't worry about the fish.
You ever go fishing?
When I was a kid, I used to go spearfishing.
All I caught was a cold.
I got that big boat out there.
Rianne, get the dessert.
Rianne! Your mother said to get the dessert.
You can catch a few things out there. I caught my wife out there.
Mr. Riggs, would you like a tart?
Thank you, yes. Call me Martin.
Mr. Riggs.
Sit down.
Rianne, it's not the first time we've had company.
My name is Carrie, I'm no fairy My sister Sherry
She loves a guy named Martin
It was really good.
Why don't you try, Dad?
My name is Roger
And I need to be modger And a secret hodger
You need help.
I am awful!
Hey, Sarge, thanks for taking out the garbage.
But, honey, I'm entertaining our guest.
What do you think?
It's nice. You know anything about boats?
- I know how much they cost. - I mean, can you sail this?
It's not a sailboat.
I thought so.
There's no trick to it. That's the front, that's the back, water all around.
Why do you make things so complicated?
Things get complicated all by themselves.
Yeah. Like Amanda Hunsaker's murder.
Did I mention that?
I can read your mind.
What's the matter with you?
- Why is there a problem? - There's no problem.
You got one dead girl and one dead guy.
The guy kills the girl. We kill the guy because he tried to kill us.
That's easy for you to say.
A sugar daddy is dealing drugs.
She said, did, or saw something she wasn't supposed to.
He tosses her off the balcony into the sweet by-and-by.
That's why he came at us with a shotgun today.
It's a little too neat. I can't swallow it.
Of course it's neat. What's wrong with neat? I like neat.
By neat, you mean simple.
- You okay? - Watch out!
What did you press?
Where's my manual?
Looking for this, Captain?
You asshole!
Sorry to interrupt such an intellectual conversation.
Mark asked me to a club tomorrow night.
You know you're grounded.
Which one is Mark?
- The blond one. - With pits in his face?
They're dimples.
Pits. When he smiles, I can see through his head. The answer is no.
Have a heart.
She smoked pot in the house. She's grounded.
Why can I have a beer and I can't smoke a joint?
It's not coke.
I'll tell you why. Because now, at this moment...
...beer is legal, grass ain't. Right or wrong?
It's wrong.
Right.
They sit drinking beer and I get grounded.
I'm going to go home.
I lost track. Did we resolve anything here tonight?
Yeah, we resolved plenty.
We resolved that your wife takes out the trash...
...your daughter smokes pot and it's illegal...
...and you don't know much about boats.
You got a hell of a nice family.
I enjoyed the meal. Thanks.
Bullshit...but thanks anyway.
You don't trust me at all, do you?
Tell you what. You get through tomorrow without killing anybody...
...especially me or yourself, then I'll start trusting you.
Fair enough.
I do it real good.
Do what?
When I was 19, I did a guy in Laos from 1,000 yards.
A rifle shot in high wind.
Maybe eight...
...even ten guys in the world could have made that shot.
It's the only thing I was ever good at.
See you tomorrow.
You really like my wife's cooking?
No.
See you tomorrow.
Get out of there, Burbank.
This is cute.
What have we got here? Police evidence.
Morning, Roger. Here, have some coffee.
I've been doing a lot of thinking about the night Amanda Hunsaker died.
- How did you get in? - Trish let me in.
- What time is it? - Daytime.
The night Amanda Hunsaker died...
The hooker who saw her jump...
Come on, we got to get up and catch bad guys today.
I'll take a shower.
What was the hooker's name? It seems Century City isn't her usual turf.
Dixie, her name is Dixie.
Now give me that cup and get out of here!
Someone was in bed with Amanda the night she died.
Until now, we assumed it was a man.
Suppose it was Dixie.
Disgusting, but okay. Dixie puts drain cleaner in the pills.
Which she's paid to do.
She thinks, "Amanda swallows some downers and she's dead." Then Dixie...
If it was her.
If it was her, she has plenty of time to fix the place up, get out.
But Amanda jumps out the window.
Or Dixie pushes her.
She has to leave quick because the body's public.
She hauls ass downstairs.
People are saying, "What happened?"
Someone sees her, and she says, "Shit! "
That's right, she says, "Shit! "
The point being that now she has to cover her ass.
So she grabs a flatfoot and says, "Officer, I saw the whole thing. "
Right.
That's pretty fucking thin.
It's very thin.
Hell, thin's my middle name.
Your wife's cooking, I'm not surprised.
- What? - Nothing.
Remarks like that won't get you invited to Christmas dinner.
My luck's getting better every day.
All right, baby, come to Roger.
Center mass.
Read 'em and weep.
You sleep with that under your pillow?
I would if I slept.
Step back. I'll show you what an old man can do.
Just warming up.
Watch carefully.
Hey! Look at that. Not bad for an old man.
Step aside, old man.
Have a nice day.
Shit!
Uh-oh, the policemen are here.
How you doing?
Are you going to bust Dixie?
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 ClA 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.
ClA 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-ClA.
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 lrish 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-looking 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.