Super Fuzz (Poliziotto superpiù)

In just about a quarter of an hour's time,

ex-police officer David Steed

is to be submitted to the supreme test.

This will make the fourth time

the state has tried to execute him.

He's been sentenced to death for the murder of his friend,

colleague and superior officer, Sergeant Willy Dunlop.

Never before in the history of this country

has a man survived three attempts to execute him.

First time was the gas chamber.

But Dave breathed in the cyanide

like it was pure, pollution-free mountain air.

The second attempt by the state to have Dave meet his maker

was by hanging, but when Dave dropped,

you guessed it, the rope broke.

Then it was the firing squad.

But inexplicably, not one single bullet even scratched Dave.

Now he's gonna get the chair.

I'd like to see the son of a bitch get out of that!

Now he's gonna fry!

Yeah?

Oh.

It's for you, boss.

Hello Rosy.

It's all arranged.

Don't worry, nothing can go wrong this time.

All right, I'll talk to you later.

You ask my husband, he knows all about these things.

Right Leopold?

Leopold hardly says a word these days,

he's so depressed.

He's against the death penalty.

How about you, sir?

How do you feel?

I'm sure glad I'm not in his place.

I know he ain't feeling too good.

Sorry lady, no visitors today.

But I have an invitation signed by the governor.

Hey, I don't care if it was signed by the president,

the warden said not let in any complimentary passes.

But don't you recognize me?

I'm Rosy Labouche!

The condemned man and I were close.

Real close.

Lady, if you were the condemned man himself

I couldn't let you in.

Well could you at least see

that he receives these flowers?

Perhaps they could arrange them

in front of the electric chair, so he could see them?

I want David to be thinking of me

when they throw the switch.

I'll see what I can do.

Oh, you are so kind!

Thank you so much.

Hi Jackson.

Dave, that's the 14th plate of beans you've eaten!

Would you like something to drink?

You know, regulations say you can have champagne

if you want it.

Champagne?

Gives me gas.

Well can I get you something else?

Yeah, more beans.

More beans?

Uh huh.

Could you make it a zookie beans this time?

Zookie beans?

I never heard of them,

but I guess I can get the cook to rustle some up.

Great, I'll have 'em for lunch.

Lunch?

Hey man, they're coming for you now.

By the time lunchtime rolls around,

you're gonna be having dinner with honky number one.

You may go.

There's no need to make your confessions, my son.

What Earthly sins could you have committed

since we last took this walk together

the day before yesterday?

Well, how about gluttony, Father?

I absolve you.

Now come along, my son.

When all this first began,

I never dreamt it would end this way.

I had just come out of the police academy

and received my first solo assignment.

It seems like only yesterday.

As you know, red plutonium will re-enter

the Earth's atmosphere and will plunge and plummet

with pinpoint precision to a pre-determined place

on the Earth's surface.

The purpose of red plutonium's mission

is to test the top-secret device,

detecting minerals below the moon's crust.

Now gentlemen, the site selected

for this momentous experiment is namely Creektown,

or as the Indians call it, Poboke.

Whose inhabitants, by the way,

have proved themselves to be patriotic, true blue Americans,

and are here to share with us this historic moment.

Sergeant Dunlop had ordered me to proceed

to Creektown to collect the fine

for non-payment of a parking ticket.

Even though the village was in the middle of a swamp

and I had to leave my wheels on dry ground,

I was hell-bent on carrying out my mission no matter what.

This is headquarters calling Officer Speed.

Headquarters calling Officer Speed.

Come in, Officer Speed.

This is Sergeant Dunlop calling Officer Speed.

Officer Speed, do you read me?

Over.

Oh that was good thinking, Sergeant.

Sending him across the Glades to Creektown on the very day.

NASA's having their top-secret experiments out there.

That's really smart.

Well how was I to know that, Chief?

I mean, you yourself just said it was top-secret!

What would have happened to the population of Creektown

had the citizens not been evacuated in time?

Well, probably nothing.

The explosion of red plutonium

will bombard the Earth's surface

with a barrage of harmless red amoeba rays,

which will have the effect of floroscoping

whatever lies underground.

Mr. Jim Polaka?

Mr. Jim Polaka?

Hello?

Anybody home?

This is Officer Speed calling headquarters.

Hey, Sergeant Dunlop.

It's Dave!

It's him!

He's coming through our short wave!

We can hear him, but he can't hear us.

It's a freak reception.

Speed!

Speed, you dumb rookie!

Get back here right away!

You're gonna get yourself killed!

Get back to headquarters, do you hear me?

This is urgent!

Hey, it's really peaceful out here.

You know what, Sarge?

I'm gonna enter his domicile

and tack the ticket to his totem pole.

All systems.

Assignment completed, over and out.

Hey fella.

Hey fella.

Could you move over?

Scat!

Scat!

Git, git!

Oh, that poor kid.

He wasn't much of a rookie in his class,

but he did die in the line of duty,

trying to collect on a traffic violation.

That poor kid.

Little late to be feeling sorry, isn't it?

I'll tell you what.

If it scares you that much,

I've got just the job to take it off your mind,

Officer Dunlop.

Come on, Sergeant!

The Sarge!

Hey, Sarge!

I could hardly believe it.

I got the cover back into place just by thinking about it.

But then I realized something incredible,

something extraordinary had happened to me.

To start with, we'll forget all that baloney

you told the Chief.

As far as I'm concerned, you never went to that creek.

But I did go, Sarge.

Then how come you never noticed all that hell

that was breaking loose around you?

I did.

It was this huge explosion.

Louder than I can do with my bubble.