Lethal Weapon 2

God! I love this job! Man! Can't you go any faster?

Floor this thing!

It's my wife's. I won't go faster.

You're doing sixty-five now.

Sixty-five?! Shit!

Get your foot off the pedal! You're killing my corn!

We're eastbound on 4th, in pursuit of a red BMW, driver Caucasian, blonde.

Plate 2-Boy-Adam-Henry-174.

You are westbound on 2nd. 20 William 12 is southbound.

You're heading straight toward each other.

- Somebody back off. - Got it.

- What'd she say? - We're about to have an accident.

Go! We'll stick with the red bastard. You chase the blue.

That's confirmed. You got red, we'll get blue.

- What's the pursuit? - 20 William 15 and 20 William 12.

- That's Riggs, Murtaugh. - And their squad.

- $20 on Riggs and Murtaugh. - Who's driving?

Murtaugh, in his wife's wagon.

I knew nothing about the wagon. Bet's off.

Shut up!

What the hell is that?

What fuckin' language is that?

It's German.

Japanese?

It's a Japanese radio. Maybe they bought the L.A.P.D.

They own everything.

Shotgun!

Shots are being fired.

Thanks for the scoop.

The bastard shot my wife's windshield.

Entering the pursuit.

Oh, shit, man! We're splitting up!

Son-of-a-bitch! Now we're cooking.

Step on it!

Look out!

See you!

I'd like to see your license and proof of insurance!

We got one. Yours is going up the hill.

So is Riggs, on foot!

Hey, Riggs! Get your slow ass in here!

Get in here, now!

Only if I drive.

Move over. I'll drive.

No, go around. I'm driving.

I'll drive.

Did you get a make on that red Beemer?

Not one scratch, you hear?

- You won't make it. - I will.

There's not enough room!

You're not going to make it!

Look at my side panel!

Goddamn it, you were right.

There wasn't enough room.

He's turning right!

Get out of the way!

This was a new car, Riggs.

Well, it still is.

On three.

One...

...two... three!

Shit!

You forgot to turn your indicator on.

Where the hell is he? This guy's Mandrake!

Where were you, man?! Goddamnit!

Me?! Where did he go?!

- He's fucking gone! - I can see that!

- You're supposed to come on "three". - I thought you meant, "three" then go!

No! We always go on "three"!

Sometimes we go, "one, two, three," then go!

Go check back there!

If you see anybody running out, just pump the shit out of them.

What was that?

- He crawled into the trunk. - I got you covered.

Holy Christ!

That's a lot of money.

It's gold!

Gold!

Krugerrands.

It's illegal. You can't import them into the country.

You're right.

The damage you caused is coming out of the department's budget.

- Pay it in Krugerrands. - Don't make jokes, make arrests.

I want an explanation.

- Things got out of hand. - You said this was a routine bust.

You didn't mention helicopters, automatic weapons, Krugerrands...

This was bigger than we thought.

Talk to you later.

I worked psycho ward. You'll never get out.

One minute, fifteen seconds.

Shapiro, scratch my nose.

Hey! What's going on? Is this kindergarten or a police station?

Get some work done.

Houdini Jr. bets he can free himself in five minutes.

I will too.

Don't try this at home, kids.

It's over now. Put your money on the desk and get back to work.

Suckers.

How the hell did you do that?

I dislocated my shoulder once. Now I can do it whenever I want.

Doesn't it hurt?

Yeah, it does.

But not as much as... when I put it back in.

If it isn't Mrs. Sigmund Fraud.

My door is always open, Sergeant.

We should keep this on a professional level.

Why the hell do you do this to yourself?

Who else could I do it to? None of them will let me.

And I need the money.

Cough up!

It's not all here yet. I want it all.

Where did this come from?

You can't help yourself to this stuff! It's evidence. It's a Krugerrand.

- It's mine. I won it. - It's not yours.

You want to get busted?

Want to get something to eat?

Not tonight.

- Rianne's commercial is on. - She's in a commercial?

Not so loud!

What's wrong? I'd be proud if I was you.

I haven't seen it yet. What if she stinks?

You got to be kidding. She'll be great.

Listen up!

Tonight at... what time?

Come on!

What time?

Eight.

Eight o'clock, on... channel?

Eight. The Sergeant's daughter, Rianne. Here's a picture of her.

She's going to make her television debut in a commercial.

With this crowd, baby, you'd better not stink.

What happened? This is a new car. Mom's going to be upset!

- It's still new. - No, it's not, it's wrecked.

I don't want your mother to know.

Do your homework too.

- Hey! I haven't read these. - Rianne put them there.

Why don't you look out for me?

Hey, Ricky! I want to use my driveway once in a while.

Nice oxygen tent.

- Do I look like Michael Jackson? - No, but you're bad.

This is a two-car garage, and this is my hobby room upstairs.

I retire when I'm fifty-two, the whole nine yards kick in when I'm fifty-five.

You're not retiring, are you?

- I've thought of it, since I met you. - Thank you.

This is a nice hobby room. All you need now is a hobby.

Jesus!

What's wrong with you?

I'm sorry. That's very uncool.

You're sorry? Check my shorts!

- Don't you use hammers anymore? - What's a hammer?

Easy. It's no Saturday Night Special, for crying out loud.

Give it back.

A man's not even safe in his own home.

Then stay the hell out of here.

You got any traffic warrants?

Can you fix them?

Almost time. Are we taping this?

Yes, so we can watch it over and over again.

Take the stairs.

Nick, get your feet off the table. You too, Martin.

- The color's no good. - It's fine. You'll mess it up.

I want you to look good.

Unplug it.

That's your sister!

Picture's perfect.

Yeah?

Do I know you?

Yes, sir.

We had a long talk about a week ago.

About what?

Your new hobby room.

This is George.

Did you sense that I liked you?

Yes, sir.

Sit down and be quiet.

- What are you eating? - My tuna fish sandwich.

Tuna?

You can't eat tuna!

Dad killed Flipper.

We're boycotting tuna,

because they kill the dolphins that get caught in the nets.

Have ham.

Eat Miss Piggy.

- I'm sorry! - It's only my eye.

Oh, my God! It's coming on!

My baby!

Don't she look gorgeous, Martin?

When the time has come,

and the moment is right,

remember,

use Ramses' Extra condoms.

- We do! - Ramses' Extra.

Because caring means all the protection you can get.

Take the kids upstairs.

We learn this in Human Development.

In Human what?! Human Development what?!

Chill out, Daddy.

Upstairs!

Nick, upstairs.

You know how your father is.

- I looked fat. - I liked you.