Lethal Weapon 2

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

- Floor this thing! - It's my wife's.

- I won't go faster. - You're doing 65 now.

65?! Shit!

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

We're eastbound on Fourth, in pursuit of a red BMW...

...driver Caucasian, blond.

Plate "2-4-Adam-Henry-174."

You are westbound on Second. 20-William-12's southbound...

...approaching Second. You're heading right for each other.

- Somebody back off. - Got it!

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

You're gonna get us killed! Shit! I'm...

We'll stick with this red son of a bitch. You chase the blue.

20-William-15, that's confirmed. You got red, we'll get blue.

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

- Riggs, Murtaugh. - And the squad.

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

Murtaugh, in his wife's wagon.

I knew nothing about the wife's station wagon. Bet's off!

Shut up!

What the hell is that?

What fucking 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 son of a bitch shot my wife's windshield.

Entering the pursuit. Westbound on Third and Hill.

Shit, man! We're splitting up!

Son of a bitch! Now we're cooking!

- Damn it. - 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. - Go around.

No, go around. I'm driving.

I'll drive.

Did you get a make on that red Beemer yet?

Not a scratch, you hear?

- You're not gonna make it. - I will.

There's no room!

You're not gonna make it!

Look at my side panel!

Goddamn it, you were right, you know.

There wasn't enough room.

Get down! Get down!

Get down, stay down!

He's making a hard right.

Get out of the way!

This was a new car, Riggs.

It still is.

On three.

One...

...two... three!

Shit!

You forgot your left indicator.

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

Where were you, man?! Goddamn it!

Me?! Where'd he go?!

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

- You come on "three"! - It's "three," then go!

No! We always go on "three"!

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

Go check back there!

What was that?

- He's in the trunk. - I got you covered.

Holy Christ!

That's a lot of money.

What is this?

It's gold!

Fucking gold!

- Krugerrands. - It's illegal.

- You can't import this into the country. - You're right.

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

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

You came up empty, I want an explanation.

- Things got out of hand. - You said it 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, Riggs. You'll never get out.

One minute, 15 seconds.

Shapiro, scratch my nose.

What's going on here? Is this a kindergarten class or police station?

Let's 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 all over now.

Put your money on the table, and get back to work.

Suckers!

Somebody check that thing, man.

How the hell did you do that?

Well...

I dislocated my shoulder once. I can do it whenever I want to now.

Goddamn, doesn't that 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.

I think we ought to keep this on a professional level, don't you?

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. I want the lot.

Where did this come from?

You can't help yourself to this stuff.

This is evidence. It's a Krugerrand.

- That's mine. I won that. - It's not yours.

You want to get busted?

Want to get something to eat?

Not tonight. Rianne's commercial is on.

- Rianne's in a commercial? - Not so loud!

What's the matter? I'd be proud of her if I was you.

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

You gotta be kidding. She'll be great!

Everybody, listen up!

Tonight at... What time?

Come on!

What time?

8:00.

At 8:00 on channel...?

Eight.

Eight. The sergeant's beautiful daughter Rianne...

Here's her picture.

She'll make her television debut in a commercial.

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

What happened? This was a new car. Mom's gonna be upset!

- It's still new. - It's not! It's wrecked!

I don't want your mother to know about it.

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. Take a look.

I retire when I'm 52, and the whole nine yards kick in when I'm 55.

Cut it out. 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 Christ!

What's wrong with you guys?

I'm sorry. That's very uncool.

You're sorry? Check my shorts, for christ sakes!

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

Easy, easy.

It's no Saturday night special, for crying out loud.

All right, give it back.

A man's not safe in his own home.

Stay the hell out of here, then.

You got any traffic warrants?

Why? 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 my baby to look good.

Unplug it.

That's your sister!

Picture's perfect.

- You think so? - Yeah.

- Do I know you? - Yes, sir.

We had a long talk about a week ago. Remember?

We did? About what?

- About your new hobby room. - This is George!

- How you doing? - Did you sense that I liked you?

Yes, sir.

Then sit down and be quiet.

- What's that you're eating? - My tuna fish sandwich.

Tuna?!

Daddy, you can't eat tuna.

Dad killed Flipper.

We're boycotting tuna.

They kill the dolphins that get caught in the nets. Only albacore.

- What? - 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?

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