Gale Force

That's her, all right.

Captain...

Why don't we just go in there and pull her out?

It's the mayor's daughter, Harris.

One false move and the whole thing crumbles.

The ransom note said the place was booby-trapped.

We go waltzing in there, house goes boom,

dead mayor's daughter. Not on my watch.

I guess it's up to Garrett now.

Unfortunately.

You don't think he's up to it?

It's a simple money exchange.

He takes the money to the warehouse.

The kidnappers tell us the safe way in. Yeah, he's up to it.

The problem is, he'll do it his way.

Sam Garrett always has to do it his way.

Man: we should keep all the money,

let that little bitch stew inside the house.

No way. We don't fuck the boss.

We follow the plan, or it's our asses.

How are you doing?

I wasn't supposed to hear that little interchange, was I?

Well, you know, actually--

What the fuck was that?

Come on. Let's check it.

Go, go!

Is this Compton or East LA?

Gotta be Compton.

Aaah!

Something's wrong. I can feel it.

This is not good.

That's it! I'm moving to Lauderdale!

- Something's happening. - What is it?

I don't know.

I can't see her anymore.

You didn't make the exchange.

I don't have time to explain.

- You're ad-libbing again, Sam. - Yeah, I know.

- Is the girl still in there? - We don't know.

I would like to know why you've chosen once again to directly disobey--

Where the hell do you think you're going?!

Son of a...

Oh, you bastards. Fuck the boss.

Sam: My, my, my.

What language you young people use.

You learn to talk like that in private school?

Or just how to shake down your old man?

- A phony kidnap scheme. - Do you know who I am?

I'm the fucking mayor's daughter.

You have the right to remain silent,

which I suggest you do.

- You can't do this to me! - Well, I'm doing it.

What is it? You get the call after the money drop,

disappear, and then it's "missing and presumed dead"?

Is that it?

There's a bomb on that table.

I know it's a bomb. I've seen millions of these.

Look-- Start, stop.

Stop.

No stop?

Get down! Get down!

Here they come.

Sam: get down!

What the fuck is going on?

Get the cuffs off of her.

Captain, she staged this whole thing.

- They're hurting me. - Shut up.

That's the mayor's daughter. The kidnap victim.

You got proof? You got witnesses? Anything?

- Where's my father? - I said, shut up.

Captain...

Captain, listen.

I'm going through a transitional period in my life right now.

I need to know that both emotionally and financially,

I'm going to have the continued

and unwavering support of the LAPD.

- You're full of shit. - I know.

I've got no options. I've got to investigate.

It's political. She's the mayor's daughter.

That's what she said when she blew up the house.

Take unpaid suspension, collect unemployment.

That's the best I can do until I sort this out.

Let me take the case and I can sort it out.

- I can't do that! - There's perps out there with submachine guns!

She wasn't in this thing alone.

Sam, you'd be a hell of a cop except for one thing--

You do not know when to quit.

Where's my dad?

Both: Shut up!

Yeah.

Female voice: this is Ready Credit calling for Sam Garrett.

Oh-- Mr. Garrett, he no here!

He go very far away!

Long, long trip!

Two, maybe three month! Yeah.

Call back two, maybe three month. Thank you. Bye bye.

Female voice: I need to leave him a message, sir.

Go away! Nobody's home.

Breaking and entering is against the law, you know.

Want a beer?

You need to upgrade your lifestyle a bit.

I can't afford a lifestyle, thanks to you.

What's the story on the mayor's daughter?

Nothing.

She's in therapy. We can't get at the case files.

So basically, I'm screwed.

Be patient, son. In the meantime,

I've got a proposition for you.

How would you like to become a big TV star?

"The world's drunkest out-of-work cops"?

Captain: I'm serious, Sam.

I've got a friend who's producing

one of these new reality TV shows.

You know, a bunch of idiots stuck on an island together.

I know. The winner gets to be on "Celebrity Checkers"

and the loser goes on the Shopping Channel.

I don't think so, Ellis.

Look.

His cast is not playing well with the test audiences.

They're not heroic enough.

He thought if he could add a real live, red-blooded,

all-American cop into the mix, he could improve his demographics.

He asked me if I could spare one. You I can spare.

What's the pay?

The grand prize is 10 million bucks--

If you win.

Plus, you get 30 grand to spend one week

in a tropical Pacific paradise.

Why me? What's the catch?

There's no catch. The producer is a friend of mine.

That's very nice, Captain. I appreciate your generosity.

But what's in it for you?

All right.

The same producer has made me a tentative offer.

You've got to keep this to yourself.

My landlord and I aren't speaking. Who am I going to tell?

I am going to be the new host

of "The World's Biggest Police Busts."

It's a great salary, it's a nice nest egg.

Do me this favor, and I will find a way

to get you back on the force, with full back pay.

Let me think about it.

Recording: This is Garrett, leave a message.

Female voice: This is the Acme Finance Company, Mr. Garrett.

We would appreciate it if you'd call us--

What's the show called?

"Treasure Hunt."

Host: A tropical island-- Beautiful sandy beaches,

fabulous Pacific sunsets,

waves lapping upon silky untrodden shores.

And hidden somewhere among it all...

$10 million in cash.

Now, let's meet our contestants:

here comes Mindi Rain,

professional fashion model from Chicago;

John Turner, a security guard from Texas.

The lovely Tina Mason

works in a Los Angeles used record store

and rescues stray dogs in her spare time.

Phillip Edwards, retired Navy SEAL

with three tours of duty in Vietnam,

and the beautiful Kim Nelson, a teacher from New York

who owns her own school.

How about that Steven Chaney?

A newspaper reporter with a degree in English Literature.

Susan Billings, a stockbroker

and marathon runner,

and a genuine American hero,

detective Sam Garrett, on special leave

from the LAPD.

Modern day pirates, stranded on a deserted island.

One week to stay alive, or maybe die trying.

And they're all here for-- A "Treasure Hunt"!

That's right.

I like that.

God, we look great.

Speak for yourself.

I don't know, I thought you looked stunning.

Yeah, really hot.

Why don't you boys put your brains

back in your pants, where they belong,

and we'll all get along just fine.

- Thanks for the help, pal. - What did I say?

You people--

The most famous people on network television.

In less than 24 hours, you're gonna be marooned

on a beautiful island paradise.

And here's executive producer, Stuart McMahon,

to tell you why.

- Thanks, Jack. - You bet.

And thank all of you for joining our treasure hunt.

I'm very glad you're here.

And I think we all know why we've come.

For $10 million, in cash,

buried somewhere on Palm Key Island.

You will all be given treasure maps