Blue Thunder

[MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ON RADIO]

Satler.

Reiss.

Maloney.

Murphy. Where the hell's Murphy?

Hey, Jafo!

Go find Murphy. Yes, sir.

Sir, Lieutenant Kress wants you on the pad.

Sir?

Sir?

Lose something?

No. You're wanted on the pad.

Mind if I ask what you're doing? No.

I don't mind at all.

Murph, feeling any pressure?

Yeah, about 15 pounds per square inch at sea level.

Where's Montoya?

Don't you check the duty board? He's on days.

Ooh, I forgot.

You're flying with that new guy, Lymangood.

The what? Me. Lymangood.

Outstanding.

Captain Maloney and Officer Reiss, report to Operations.

If it was me, I'd ground him.

He'll be all right.

Personally, I wouldn't fly with him for a bull that pissed Jack Daniels.

Is that right?

All set? Yeah. Yes, sir.

You sure now? Yeah.

Airship-12 rolling out at 1959 hours.

No, make that 2000 hours. Murphy and Lymangood.

Where the hell's Montoya?

They say he put in for days after that wingding that Murphy threw.

No shit. Let me call Departure.

L.A. Departure Control, Air-12 out at

22000. VFR 5000 will be coming to you 1.25.

Traffic advisory.

Lymangood. Lymangood

what brings you to Air Support?

Oh, I don't know.

I just put in for observer. I kind of liked the idea of it.

No guns. No kicking in doors. You know, just quiet.

Oh, yeah.

All these people! What do you suppose they're all doing down there?

Well, according to the latest statistics, 1,775,000 of them

are getting it on.

That many, huh?

The rest are waiting for Laverne and Shirley.

Well, let's see what we can see here.

Hey, I got a black guy in a beanie.

Looks like he's selling dope out of a van.

Is that a red beanie? Yeah, that's him.

This is primo, man. You want it?

He's ours. Undercover Buy Program.

Oh. Right, right. Right, right. Yeah.

You were at the briefing? Yes, sir. Guess I just forgot.

You're gonna fit right in.

Air-12, we have a 211 in progress

at the liquor store at Burbank and Vineland.

Suspect is a male Negro, orange shirt and cowboy hat.

That's for us. He's armed and has a hostage.

Well, call it in.

Air-12 to Central. Proceeding to the 211 at Burbank and Vineland.

[WOMAN AND MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

Let's get out of here, man!

Bitch!

You dumb idiot!

Air 12 to Ground: Your guy's heading toward the junkyard.

Orange shirt and a cowboy hat, huh? Whatever happened to inconspicuous?

Hit him! Hit him with the light.

I got him.

Jesus Christ! Welcome to Air Support.

Ah!

Call an ambulance. Right.

Look at that guy behind the dumpster.

Ground units! You got a man with a gun behind that dumpster there.

No, the other way!

All right, we're going down. We gotta dust him.

Hit the ground, son. Hit it!

Code 4. They got it knocked.

Sir, what was the business with the watch?

Back in the Ready Room, with the watch?

Sort of a test.

I read if you really think you're going over the edge

you lose your sense of time.

With your eyes shut, you can't tell 25 seconds from 5.

Oh, yeah, I get it, sir. Yes, sir.

Stop calling me "sir." You sound like David Copperfield.

Yes, sir. I mean, okay, sir.

Check that ride down there at 10 o'clock.

Which one? Underneath the tree.

How do you see that shit?

See it? Yep.

It's got no plates on it. Well, call it in.

Abandoned vehicle. Right.

Air-12 to Central. Reporting an abandoned vehicle. It's a...

Come on, what kind of car?

It's a light tan Chevy.

It's got no front plates. It's got no plates at all on it.

And it's near the top of the hill on Linden Road.

Very good.

Oh, thanks.

What time have you got? You got about 10:30?

Been talking to Montoya, haven't you?

Well, he did mention something about Encino.

Yeah, I suppose you deserve the full initiation.

You might as well have your picture taken.

Montoya says he thinks she's some kind of movie actress.

Just my damn luck if they had her working overtime tonight.

Those bastards.

They're slave drivers. That's what they are.

They don't care how hard they work a person, just as long...

Oh, my God! There she is.

She's fantastic! Do you think she knows we're out here?

All she has to do is look out the window.

Ten-thirty, right on the dot!

If there's one quality that I admire in a person, it's punctuality.

And flexibility.

If a person says that they're gonna be at a certain place...

Oh, God!

How does she do that? How does she do that?

Beats the hell out of me.

Don't push on the pedals!

Would you look at her tan?

It's so... Oh, it's so even!

Oh, my God!

What do you want? Get the briefcase!

I think she doesn't know.

Somebody does.

All units in the vicinity handle a rape in progress. 8792 Linden Road.

Damn it to hell. I knew it! Shit!

Identify and handle, code 3.

Oh, shit! Come on, let's go, man!

Around the back.

Hold it! Freeze!

He's bought it. Get on the other guy.

No, let them go! Please, let them go!

Over there. I got him.

Sir, you okay? Sir?

I'm fine. Fine.

Get him an ambulance.

Air-12 requesting an ambulance at 3920 Linden Road.

How's the woman? She looks bad.

Oh, hell! It's gone. Sir?

The Chevy. The junker. The Chevy.

It's gone.

For God's sake!

Air-12, wind 150 degrees at 22, clear to land.

Air-14, 1150 degrees at 12, clear for takeoff.

The old man wants to see both of you. Right now!

I like your haircut. I like yours too.

You know, one of the really fun things about this job

is reading the complaints of the public.

For example, tonight here we have a fella

that didn't appreciate us disturbing his sleep.

I just hope I'm not called on by the chief to explain

why two of my people were hovering over Encino at 10:30

while Commissioner McNeely was getting the shit kicked out of her

in her very own front yard in fashionable Brentwood.

McNeely? That's her?

Of the mayor's special Task Force on Urban Violence.

A little touch of irony, if you like that sort of thing.

How is she? She was shot, Frank.

She's in Intensive Care. Shot by one of the rapists.

One of the rapists?

Assault. Attempted rape. That's what they're calling it downtown.

There wasn't any rape.

Case is closed. There's two toes tagged in the morgue.

That abandoned car we called in? The Chevy. That was a stakeout.

No stakeout. A make-out. Kids who couldn't afford a motel.

Kids go to Mulholland. They don't go to Brentwood. That's not the pattern.

Forget patterns, Frank. And get the hell off my desk, will you?

Get off!

All right.

It doesn't bother you that car has no plates?

That that car wasn't there when we came back?

That rapists don't travel in pairs?

What bothers me, Frank, is some son of a bitch may ask what you were doing

five miles out of your patrol area! Sir... Sir...

When I talk to you, I'll look at you.

It was my fault. I talked Murphy into taking us there.

You're supposed to be stupid, son. Don't abuse the privilege.

You think I haven't heard about that silly twit out there in Encino?

I had 20 years in this outfit when you were sitting in front of the TV

watching Bugs Bunny and gnawing on your Fudgsicle.

To jog your memory, Officer Murphy, there are people who don't like police officers.

They do not like the idea of helicopters flying over their homes

peeking in their windows.

You know what they'll do with this? They'll burn you,

me, your idiotic friend here, and my whole damn division.

I don't want my division burnt!

So here's the way it's coming down with you guys!

You're grounded. Both of you! Grounded?

I gotta figure out where the hell to hide you until this crap blows over.

Get out of here, Lymangood.