The Naked Gun 2½: The Smell of Fear

The honorable Allen D. and former Mrs. Eastern.

The honorable William and Mrs. Breslow.

The honorable Nelson and Mrs. Winnie Mandela.

Ladies and gentlemen...

The President of the United States and Mrs. Bush.

How's everybody?

Everybody on the list, Barbara.

Mr. President. Hi, Peter.

Let you out of the office early today, huh?

General, glad you could make it.

Bill, hi. Hi, get rid of the beard.

Don't like that. Too liberal.

Hi, Frank, Trudy.

Good to see you.

Hi, Peter.

Glad you could make it. I like your suit.

Good. Everybody's here tonight.

Commissioner. Thank you very much.

Dr. Meinheimer, I'm glad you could make it, sir,

and I'm looking forward to hearing your speech.

I'm sure it's a wonderful, wonderful,

well-thought-out piece of work.

Oh, here she is. Dear...

Have you met Dr. Meinheimer formally?

Thank you. Oh!

Gray lady down.

Repeat! Gray lady down.

What happened?

Easy. Watch your head!

No, wait. Wait a minute.

Ooh. How are you, dear?

Oh, I'm okay. I'm fine. Good.

Good. Please be seated.

Welcome.

Glad you could all come.

I'm pleased to say that we're graced with the presence

of so many distinguished guests tonight.

As we all know, uh,

this week we're celebrating Law Enforcement Week

all across the country,

so I'd like to turn the proceedings over

to our own Washington, D.C. police commissioner,

Captain Anabell Brumford.

Here, here.

I would like now to introduce a most distinguished American.

This week he is being honored

for his 1,000th drug dealer killed.

Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome

Lieutenant Frank Drebin of Police Squad.

In all honesty,

the last two I backed over with my car.

Luckily, they turned out to be drug dealers.

Oh, very good. Excellent.

Uh... Thank you, Commissioner Brumford.

Now I'd like to call upon my Chief of Staff,

Mr. John Sununu,

to introduce some special guests.

Thank you.

Mr. President, tonight I am extremely proud

to welcome our guests

from the nation's energy suppliers.

First, representing the oil industry,

head of the Society of Petroleum Industry Leaders,

better known as S.P.I.L.L.,

Mr. Terrence Baggett.

From the coal industry,

chairman of the Society for More Coal Energy, or SM.O.K.E.,

Mr. Donald Fenzwick.

Er, thank you. Thank you very much.

And from the nuclear industry,

president of the Key Atomic Benefits Office of Mankind,

K.A.B.O.O.M., Mr. Arthur Dunnwell.

As you know, for the past three years,

this administration has been trying to formulate

a national energy policy,

one that will have a lasting impact

on the way we live for the next decade and beyond.

To make sure that we choose the right path,

the President has appointed as his top adviser

in this area

Dr. Albert S. Meinheimer.

As I'm sure you're all aware,

his reputation in this field is without peer.

And Dr. Meinheimer will present his recommendations

to the annual national press club dinner this Tuesday.

Mr. President.

I want all of you here to be the first to know

that I've decided to base my administration's

entire energy policy

on Dr. Meinheimer's recommendations.

Now, this issue's too important to be left to politicians

or special interests to decide.

Rather, we need an independent and informed source

on which to base our future actions.

And Dr. Meinheimer is

the recognized expert in this field.

Uh, Mr. President, uh...

If I may say so,

I do hope that Dr. Meinheimer won't be influen...

Influenced by any of the so-called environmental groups.

Well, we're all well aware of Dr. Meinheimer's reputation.

I think that perhaps he's best qualified

to explain his research methods.

Oh!

Dr. Meinheimer.

Gray lady down again.

Whoa!

Oh, this happens every fucking time when I go shopping.

Jane?

Oh, Dr. Meinheimer.

You're back early.

Yeah, and you're here late.

Now, surely, a lovely young woman like you

can think of something better to do on a Saturday night.

Oh, oh, oh, I'm sorry, my dear.

I didn't mean to be so blunt.

It's... It's all right, Doctor. It's okay.

You're thinking about him again, aren't you?

What was his name?

Frank? Yes.

You just can't forget about him, can you?

Who? Frank.

Oh, yes. No, I can't.

I... I try.

It's just that

when you've had that much man...

But then, you wouldn't understand.

Um... Jane... Jane look,

you mustn't be so hard on yourself.

You've done a wonderful job here at the institute.

You're the finest director of public relations we've ever had.

Thank you, Doctor. I... I try my best.

But I see you here night after night past 10:00.

You've got to forget about the past.

Go out. See new people.

Enjoy yourself!

Well, there is someone I'm seeing.

In fact, just yesterday,

I was telling him about the speech you were preparing for the president.

Good evening, Miss Spencer, Dr. Meinheimer.

Hello, Norm. Hello, Norm.

Oh, I completely forgot.

How was the White House Dinner?

Extraordinary.

The president promised to implement whatever recommendations I make.

Why, that's wonderful!

Then you're going to deliver the speech

that you told me about last week?

Oh, yes, every word of it.

I would've given it tonight,

but another guest there made such a ruckus,

I don't believe anyone would have heard me.

Hey, Al, Ken, look at this.

I found this in the wastebasket.

Hey, that's a pretty nice clock.

Wonder why they threw it out.

Probably because it's four minutes too slow.

Here, let me fix it.

There.

My name is Sergeant Frank Drebin,

Detective Lieutenant, Police Squad.

I was in the middle of getting my car washed

when I heard the call over the police scanner.

There had been a bombing downtown.

And I was on my way to advise the D.C. Police

as part of the President's Operation Scum Roundup.

- Right. You ready? - Yeah, got it.

As far as police work is concerned,

every once in a while, something comes up

that nothing quite prepares you for.

Somehow some demented madman,

probably full of self-hate

and possibly a couple of months behind in his rent,

finally snapped.

I'm glad you could make it, Frank.

I got here as quick as I could, Ed.

Oh, congratulations. I understand that Edna's pregnant again?

Yes. And if I catch the guy who did it... Hey, Captain.

They just finished searching the building.

Now, there's no sign of a break-in and there's no money missin'.

Huh. Man, this was one hell of an explosion.

Still trying to figure out what they used.

Any other victim?

Uh, you're standing on one right now. Oh!

Get him out of here.

Oh, this one's a real mess. Oh.

Hey, everybody, over here.

Frank found another one. How'd we miss this?

Any witnesses, Ed?

Um, one. A woman.

She saw a man leaving just before the explosion.

Maybe we should let Nordberg handle this one.

No, I'd better do it while it's still fresh.

What... Not now, Frank. She fainted dead away.

She took a nasty knock on the head.

She looks pretty bad. I'll handle it.

Sir... Excuse me, miss.

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

Uh, Frank, not that bed.

She's being questioned over there by our sketch artist.