Tango & Cash

Okay, let's do it.

10-4, 20 William 12.

We have you eastbound, in pursuit of tanker truck.

Backup is available.

This is Air Unit 3. Forget it, Tango.

I see him, but I can handle this myself.

This is Air Unit 3. Forget it, Tango.

We'll take it from here. Drop back.

Drop dead. I've been on this case for three months. I'm going around.

We 're out of our jurisdiction, Tango. County sheriff and CHP are on the way.

Whatever you're gonna do, do it now.

And good luck.

Thanks. Over.

- Jesus! - Shit!

This guy's crazy!

Shit!

Jesus!

Glad you could drop in.

You like jewelry?

Fuck you!

I prefer blonds.

Do the honors.

- Ray. - Hey, captain.

What the hell's going on here?

Just letting the locals do their thing.

- You blew out the truck window. - I noticed.

- Two guys are in the road. - I noticed.

- We're out of our jurisdiction here. - That's true.

- What the hell's going on? - I heard a rumor about this truck.

- What about this truck? - It's not a truck.

- It's a gas truck. - No.

It's a major moving violation.

- Did you check the first panel? - It's full of gas, sir.

We checked the whole truck, asshole! There's nothing in it!

And you're out of your neighborhood, big city boy!

I want your badge! I want your weapon! I want your ass!

Who in the fuck do you think you are?!

He thinks he's Rambo.

Rambo...

is a pussy.

What do you know, it's snowing!

Anybody want to get high?

I'll be damned!

Not bad for a city guy.

Ray Tango.

He's done it to us again.

If it isn't Tango, it's Cash.

Tango and Cash! Cash and Tango!

These two cops are driving me crazy.

We have to do something about this.

I agree. I would like to handle this myself, Mr. Perret.

No, we will handle it.

No.

Not that way.

I have something else in mind.

Hey, Cash!

Well, if it isn't Armani with a badge.

Look out!

Police business!

Hey! This is my car!

Move!

What are you doing to my car'?!

Son of a bitch!

What's the matter, ace? Got a little headache?

You crazy guy!

What did you do with my Car'?!

I believe in perestroika!

Welcome to America!

Hey, Tango, I saw your picture in the paper.

- Nice suit. - Thanks. Morning.

- Hey, Ray? Look at this. - Yeah.

Blind luck. Hm.

- Hey, Ray. - Yeah.

- Catherine's in your office. - Ah, that's great.

Catherine, you just don't take off...

on the spur of the moment. It's...

What? Illogical?

- Very! - It's not that big a deal.

I'll be gone a month or two.

It takes that long to build a house, not take a vacation.

A dance tour is not a vacation! And besides, I just wanna get away.

You got everything you need right here in this town.

Grime, crime and slime.

No, thanks. I'd really rather be out of here.

Okay, then at least let me have the phone numbers where I can reach you.

Why don't I just call you?

Why don't you just call me?

Hmm.

Catherine, if you're feeling stressed, don't run away.

Stay here and we can deal with this together.

Don't make me feel guilty.

I just feel like I need some time alone, okay?

And I promise, lieutenant, that I will be a good girl.

There it is!

The key word.

"Good."

You're telling me you'll be this good girl because you know, don't you...

."automatically, I think you'll be bad.

- Yes? - Hey, Ray, what's a margin call?

- Why? - Your stockbroker's on line 3.

- Says it's urgent. - This is very important. Don't leave.

Yeah?

Hold on. Catherine.

I'm sorry, I have a plane to catch.

Catherine, don't go.

Think positive.

Shit!

Harvey, yeah. Yeah, it's me, sure.

- Good thing you wore a vest. - Hardly needed it with these.

Half-load soft lead slugs.

This guy was really sloppy.

Oh, boy.

Look at this, will you?

This shirt cost me 9 bucks. Get me a new vest, will you?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, pizza!

Who's been fucking with my gun?

The sight's shifted on it.

- Maybe you dropped it. - I didn't drop it.

- Hey, captain! - Yeah, Gabe.

You get anything out of that guy?

Nothing, he doesn't speak any English. Our interpreter says he wants a lawyer.

- Let me question him. - Question him?

The guy that just tried to blow you away? Forget it!

Stay away from him, Gabe.

Hi.

So you don't know any English, huh?

I don't know much Chinese, so we'll have to give you a crash course, buddy.

But I got a feeling you're gonna be a real quick learner.

Yeah, come here. Sit down. There we go.

All right, this is lesson number one.

And the next lessons do get harder.

Who hired you to kill me?

I don't know!

"I don't know."

Nope, wrong answer. Try again.

I think he's one of Quan's men.

I don't know his name. I swear!

Look at that, Flattop.

You're speaking like a native already.

- What is this? - English 101.

Since your scumbag lawyer won't be here for quite some time...

is there anything else you wanna share?

Think hard.

A deal. Tonight.

4942...

Front Street. 9:00.

Very good.

My compliments.

Pretty good for your first lesson. Don't forget to wash your hands.

Ray? Your ship's come in.

There's a big bust going down at 4942 Front Street.

- Great. Is that reliable? - Very reliable. A phone tap.

- Fantastic. - What the hell is this?

Downtown clown versus Beverly Hills Wop.

- All the news that's fit to print. - I don't understand you.

You make a shitload of money. What are you doing this for?

- Action. - Action?

Good old American action.

If you want to stare death in the eye, you should've gotten married.

Is that a proposal?

Gabriel Cash.

Oh, God.

How many millions? How many?

How many this time?

Oh, God!

Ray Tango!

How he loves to dance.

He waltzes in and takes all my drugs...

and then Tangos back out again.

I've had enough of this.

Too much television...

can hurt your eyes.

Now... Now do you understand why we mustn't kill them?

No, Mr. Perret. I do not understand.

It would be much quicker.

And easier.

Quicker...

and easier.

Yes, quick and easy is how you make a cake.

Or clean a toilet bowl, or shop...

by mail.

But quick and easy is not how you run a multimillion-dollar business such as ours.

Now, Mr. Quan.

On the east side...

That's your part of the city.

Gabriel Cash...

has cost me more than $60 million...

including guns, drugs and various other enterprises.

On the west side...

Mr. Lopez...

Ray Tango...

has cost me even more.

Two little mice...

and so much damage.

But...

if we kill them, we risk all-out war with the police.

They're heroes already.

Why make martyrs of them?

Instead of death...

we have a game.