# The heat is on
# On the street
# lnside your head
# On every beat
# And the beat's alive
# Deep inside
# The pressure's high
# Just to stay alive
# Cos the heat is on
# Whoa!
# Oh-wo-ho oh-wo-ho
# Caught up in the action I've been looking out for you
# Oh-wo-ho oh-wo-ho
# Tell me can you feel it tell me can you feel it
# Tell me can you feel it
# The heat is on
# Oh, it's on the street
# The heat is
# On #
Truck looks great. Must be a fortune here.
I know, just not in front of him, OK?
Fellas, what's going on? I've been here too long.
- Give us a minute. - No. Check this out.
You can't get cleaner. These are popular with the children.
This is a federal tax stamp. You can't get no cleaner.
You keep 'em if it's such a great deal.
I would, man, but I ain't from Detroit, you know?
You're supposed to have the connections. Do what you want to do.
- It ain't easy to get rid of this. - I know, but I'm a businessman.
Warm up the truck. Let's get the fuck outta here.
- Here you go. - You're a sharp kid.
Thank you.
Cousin, my man, don't dash yet. This looks like $2,000, not $5,000.
- Let me see. - The deal is for 5,000.
I told my people there should be five grand.
- They stiffed us. - No, they stiffed you.
You can't count on anybody. But let's not hassle about it now.
Take the two grand and on the next score I'll make it up to you.
Don't jerk me off. This is bullshit.
I need $5,000, not $2,000. Don't do this to me.
Don't be unreasonable. I ain't Johnny Bananas.
I know. Can I have my money?
Can I say it slow for you? I need $5,000. Read my lips.
$5,000 is what I need. I can't do nothing with that.
You asshole, smoke 'em yourself.
I don't smoke Lucky Strike. I smoke King Size Kent.
(Siren)
Fuck this. Nice doing business with you, kid.
What you doing here?
Oh, officer, you ain't gonna believe this shit.
The truck, it just stopped. You got some jumper cables?
- Don't I know you? - No, I'm from Buffalo.
Both of you, break out some ID.
Let's get the fuck outta here!
# I don't want to take it any more
# I'll just stay here locked behind the door
# Just no time to stop and get away
# Cos I work so hard to make it every day
# Whoo oooh
# Whoo oooh... #
(Horn honks)
# There's no money falling from the sky
# Cos a man took my heart and robbed me blind
# Someone stole my brand-new Chevrolet
# And the rent is due, I got no place to stay
# Whoo oooh
# And it's hard to say just how some things never change
# And it's hard to find any strength to draw the line
# I'm just burning doin' the neutron dance
# I'm just burning doin' the neutron dance... #
Shit!
# lndustry don't pay a price that's fair
# All the common people breathing filthy air
# Roof caved in on all the simple dreams
# And to get ahead your heart starts pumping schemes
# And it's hard to say just how some things never change
# And it's hard to find any strength to draw the line
# I'm just burning doin' the neutron dance
# Gettin' harder
# Harder
# Hard to say just how some things never change
# And it's hard to find any strength to draw the line
# I'm just burning doin' the neutron dance
# I know there's a pot of gold for me
# All I got to do is just believe
# Oh, I'm so happy doin' the neutron dance... #
Oh, shit...
# Doin' the neutron dance I'm so happy... #
(Cop) Freeze, asshole!
# I'm just burning doin' the neutron dance... #
Foley, we shoulda known it was you!
Hey, Axel! Way to go!
I don't have time today.
Todd says it's your worst fuck-up. I don't think that's true.
- He's not in there. - I see that.
If you'd busted them, maybe he wouldn't be so mad, but you haggled.
$2,000 wasn't enough. They'd have known I was a cop.
- Leave me alone. - Don't go anywhere.
I'm not saying you did wrong,
but if you had busted them, it would have been better.
- Where you going? - Out of here.
- No, you want my advice? - No.
I'd go and talk to him. He'll be right back.
Jeff, get away from me. I'm gonna shoot you.
- If I were you... - Lighten up. I'm not listening. OK?
You're making it worse for yourself.
Look at this. Thank you, guys.
- Axel, you got a cigarette? - (Laughs)
- Did you write that? - Everybody knows about the truck.
Will you listen to me? I am not listening to you.
- La la la la! - Great. Real mature.
I am not listening to Jeffrey, but he's still talking.
- I hate when you do that. - Stop, then!
- Is that fucking Foley in here?! - There's Todd, OK?
Boss...
Where the fuck do you come off going undercover without authorisation?
You play bullshit cowboy cop, do it in another precinct!
- Don't you want to hear my side? - What's your fucking side?
Let's hear your side.
Do you know how much your stunt is gonna cost the city?
Cost isn't the issue. It's my blatant disregard for proper procedure.
You damn right, wise-ass!
The mayor called the chief, he called the deputy, he chewed my ass off!
You see I don't have any of it left!
Where the fuck did you get the cigarettes?
- From the Dearborn hijack. - That bust went down last week.
- That truck should be in the pound. - I told you.
- It's none of your business. - This is not my locker.
Listen, Axel. No more setups, you understand?
You're a good cop with potential,
but you don't know every fucking thing.
I'm tired of taking the heat for you. Once more and you're out.
- Do you understand? - Boss...
Do you understand me?
Yeah, I understand. Boss...
Chief ain't chewed it all. You still got a little ass.
Don't fuck with me, Axel. Not now. Go on, go home.
(Rattling)
Hey!
How you doing, man? How you doing?
Still breaking in people's houses.
What do you expect? Buy a real fuckin' lock.
I got my pistol. I'll shoot somebody.
I can't afford no electric, close my fridge. There's roaches in there.
So what's up, man? Look at you!
- When did you get out? - Six months ago.
And you're coming to see me now?
I got out early for good time and I went to California, get some sun.
I gotta show you something.
I ain't seen you in two years, man. What's up?
10,000 Deutschmarks.
- Deutschmark? - Yeah.
- What is that? - They're bearer bonds. Untraceable.
You stole 'em?
- No. - I don't want to hear it.
- It's just good to see you. - I missed you, man.
- What were you doing in California? - Working.
- Working where? - Guess.
- I don't know. - Beverly Hills.
- What were you doin'? - You won't believe this.
I was a security guard.
Who the fuck would hire you as a security guard?
- Jenny Summers. - Jenny Summers?
I haven't seen Jenny in years. What's she up to?
She's manager of this art gallery.
The Hollis Benton Art Gallery in Beverly Hills.
It's world famous. Ever hear of it?
Yeah, I buy all my art there.
Eight ball, corner pocket, two cushions.
- 50 bucks you don't make it. - Bullshit.
- 100. - You got a bet.
- What you gonna do? - You're just as bright as always.
20, 40, 60, 80, take it. Have a party.
Pleasure doing business with you.
What the fuck you gonna do?
Miss, two more Scotch and sodas.
I got a great idea. I got a great idea!
Let's steal a car. (Laughing)
Are you serious?
I'm a fucking police officer. I can't steal cars no more.
How many times have you stolen a car, man?
- A fucking Cadillac! - Oh!
Driving on the expressway like two fucking maniacs.
I remember you went to jail for that.
- No, it was state school. - That's jail when you're 15.
That ain't jail, man. That's like day camp compared to jail.
How come you didn't tell on me when you got caught?
You don't know?
- You don't know? - No.
Because I love you, man.
Ah! One more round.
Hold still. Mike, I gotta open the door, OK? Balance yourself.
Here we go, Mike.
(Laughs)
I'm opening the door now, OK? Here we go.
Axel!
- Hey, Mikey, where have you been? - What's up, Zack?
- What have you got there, Mikey? - What is this? Your laundry?
I swear, I was gonna bring 'em back.
- You get lost? - No.
I came to see my friend. I had 'em with me. I figured, you know...
- What you doing? - What am I supposed to do, Mikey?
There was a whole box of them. I didn't think anybody'd miss a couple.
I figured I'd take 'em...
- Shut up. - I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
No, shut up.
- Man, please. - Just shut up, Mikey.
I swear...
I swear, if you ever show your face out there again...
- Ever. - I won't. I promise you. I'm sorry.
I fucked up, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- Ever. - I'm sorry.
Axel, go to the hospital and get that bump on your head checked out.
- My head is all right, man. - It's not a request.
Boss. Boss... Can I talk to you for a minute?
Look, I heard you got Rand on this case.
He doesn't know the time of day.
Don't mess with me now.
He hasn't left his desk in 12 years.
At least he's had 12 years.
Anyway, it's a homicide case and it belongs to Rand. Go to the hospital.
- Can I ask around a bit? - Don't do a thing.
You're skating on thin ice as it is.
We're talking about a friend of mine!
Yes, we are, aren't we?
Let's take a close look at that.
One, a hoodlum friend. Two, a professional hit.
Three, in a cop's apartment.
This whole thing stinks to high heaven.
How do you know it was a professional hit?
I didn't just walk into this town.
Whoever killed your friend wasn't worried about you.
If they were, you'd be beside him in that meat wagon.
Don't do a damn thing. Stay out of this.
I got some vacation time coming to me. I wanna take my vacation now.
Stay away from this case, Axel.
I just need a little vacation, that's all.
All right. As soon as you finish at the hospital, you're on vacation.
Thank you.
But if you butt into this case,
it'll be the longest vacation you ever heard of.
# I can't sit here while I go nowhere
# Chase my dreams through the polluted air
# Walking on a wire
# Running out of time
# There's no room in this old heart of mine
# Bill collectors waiting down the hall
# Neighbours scream and crack the bedroom wall
# Nerves jump off the pavement, passion hits the streets
# Anger's cookin' in the city heat
# So much pressure to keep holdin' on
# Pack my clothes up, baby, I'll be gone
# Stir it up, I got to break it up now
# When I think about tomorrow
# I can't wait to stir it up
# Got to shake it up now
# lf I have to beg or borrow
# I'm not gonna take it any more... #
- Checking in today, sir? - That depends. This hotel expensive?
Not for Beverly Hills. Can I get your bags for you?
Yeah, it's in the front seat.
# So much pressure to keep holdin' on
# Pack my clothes up, baby, I'll be gone
# I got to stir it up... #
Sorry, sir, we have nothing available tonight.
I suggest that next time you call for a reservation, do it in advance.
Thank you.
- Hi. - The nerve of some people!
- May I help you? - A reservation for Axel Foley.
Let's see...
I'm sorry, I don't see anything under that name.
Check Rolling Stone magazine's Axel Foley, that's what it is.
OK.
No, no Rolling Stone, no Axel Foley. I'm sorry, sir.
OK, you probably just made a mistake. Just give me another room.
I'm sorry, but there are no rooms available.
Don't you think I realise what's going on? Who do you think I am?
If I was some hotshot from out of town
and you'd made a reservation mistake, I'd be the first to get a room.
But I'm not, I'm a small reporter from Rolling Stone,
here to do an exclusive interview with Michael Jackson!
I wanted to call it Michael Jackson: Sitting On Top Of The World.
Now I'll call it Jackson Can Sit On Top Of The World
But Not ln The Beverly Palm Hotel Cos There's No Niggers Allowed!
Excuse me, sir, it seems we have a last-minute cancellation.
There is a suite available, but I'll only charge the single-room rate.
Thank you. I'm sorry, it's probably jet lag.
- I understand. - What's the rate?
That'll be $235 a night, sir.
Fine.
- That'll be suite 1035. - Thank you very much.
- Yes, sir. - Thank you.
- If Michael calls, tell him I'm in. - Of course.
# Can't find love because it's trapped inside
# Can't find freedom flirting with a lie
# Make some room in this old heart of mine
# World's too crazy I can't hurt no more
# I won't stay here locked behind the door
# Baby, stir it up
# Got to shake it up now
# lf I have to beg or borrow
# I'm not gonna take it any more #
(Laughs)
(Camp French accent) How you are doing?
I'm fine. My name is Serge. How can I help you?
Um, yeah, I'm looking for Ms Jenny Summers.
Is very busy. You give me your name?
- My name's Axel Foley. - And what it's pertaining?
- I didn't understand that. - Pertaining, meaning, regarding...
Oh, what's it regarding? I'm an old acquaintance.
Donny?
One moment.
Tell Ms Summers that Ahmed Farley's here to...
- No, Axel Foley. - Ahmel...Ahwell...
Axel.
..Foley's here, he's an old acquaintance.
Cover this up. It's like the breast of a dog to scrub for the customer.
- It's not sexy, it's animal. - Not sexy at all.
May I offer you something to drink? Wine, cocktail,
- er...espresso? - No, I'm fine, thank you.
I make it myself, with a lemon twist. It's good. Try it.
No, l...l'm fine.
- I see you look at this piece. - Yeah, how much would it go for?
- $130,000. - Get the fuck outta here!
No, I cannot! It's a very important piece.
- Ever sold one of these? - Yesterday.
- Get the fuck outta here! - No, I'm serious. I sell it myself.
- Axel, what are you doing here? - How you doing?
I'm fine. Hold on a second.
Great. Excuse me, Serge.
- What are you doing here? - How you doing?
It's good to see you. How've you been?
- Look at you! - You like?
Yeah. You're getting old.
- Fuck you. - (Laughs)
- What is this? - A moustache.
- Peach fuzz. - That's man style.
You have someplace we can talk?
- Yeah, uh, over there. Come on. - Great.
- You've filled out. - Yeah, I filled out.
No, it looks good, though. Sit down.
- I wanna talk about Mikey. - Is he in trouble again?
He's dead.
What?
He came to Detroit and somebody killed him.
I don't believe this.
(Phone)
Look, I can't right now. I'll be up in a second.
Mikey mentioned that you helped him get a job.
Yeah, uh...
The guy who owns the gallery hired him as a favour to me.
- Who's this guy? - His name is Victor Maitland.
He was working for Victor at the gallery's warehouse.
I can't talk now, I have to go.
That's cool. Um...
I'll call you later and we'll get together and talk, OK?
Sure.
Be good.
Hi. Delivery for Victor Maitland.
I'll take it upstairs to him.
- Maybe I should give it to him? - Deliveries should be left here.
Yeah, but he has to get these flowers.
You're not supposed to go up.
Floral delivery is my life. I have to take it.
- Who let you in? - I let myself in. How you doin'?
I have to ask you about Michael Tandino.
(Maitland) Speak to you later.
What, may I ask, is your interest in Mr Tandino?
He was my best friend. He came to see me in Detroit.
Soon after that, someone killed him.
Oh, my God. That's terrible.
It's fucked up.
And? What do you wish to know?
He worked for you, didn't he?
Yes, yes, he did. Good gracious!
I'm sorry to hear this. Would you like a seat? Can I get you anything?
- No, I'm all right. - Well, how on earth did this happen?
Detroit is a very violent city, isn't it?
- Yeah, it is. - I hope the police have some leads.
Exactly what did Mikey do for you?
- Sorry, I didn't catch your name. - My name is Foley.
Excuse me, Mr Foley, if I appear a little rude,
but this sounds like something for the authorities in Detroit.
So, if you'll forgive me, I really must get back to work.
- All I want to know is... - Please show Mr Foley to the door.
- Get the fuck off me! - Take it easy.
Get off me, man! Get the fuck off me. Get off!
(Axel) Get the fuck off me, man!
Get the fuck off me! Think I'm playing games?
Go fuck with somebody else.
Hey!
What the fuck is this shit?
(Siren)
You see that? I can describe them.
Put your hands on the hood of the car.
- What's with you guys? - You heard him, sir. Do it now.
What kind of shit is this? Wait a second.
You're arresting me for getting thrown out of a window?
- I got thrown out of a window! - Gun, partner!
Sir, you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent.
You have the right to an attorney...
I understand the rights. This is bullshit. I got thrown out a window.
- Get in. - What's the charge?
Possession of a concealed weapon, disturbing the peace.
I got thrown out of a window!
What's the charge for being thrown out of a car, jaywalking?
This is bullshit!
You know, this is the cleanest and nicest police car I've ever been in.
It's nicer than my apartment.
(Axel) lf we see any movie stars could you point them out to me?
- I've never seen that shit. - That's enough talking.
OK, that's cool.
(Axel) This is nice!
It's about time. I thought you'd forgot me. I was hungry.
I've never seen a cell with a phone. Could I stay cos I ordered pizza?
Somebody'll eat it.
Have a seat right over there, please.
I'm Sergeant Taggart and this is my partner, Detective Rosewood.
Do you always treat visitors from out of town like this?
Why didn't you identify yourself as a police officer?
Cos I was minding my own business till you guys arrested me.
Six witnesses say you tore up the place then jumped out the window.
And you guys believe that? Are you cops or doormen?
We're more likely to believe an important businessman
than a foul-mouthed jerk.
Foul-mouthed? Fuck you, man.
- Watch your mouth. - Don't square off on me...
- Don't push me. - Fuck you, man.
Taggart!
- Yes, sir. - Come here.
Sir... I apologise for striking you.
I have no excuse.
Forget about it.
Detective Foley, I'm Lieutenant Bogomil of the Beverly Hills Police.
Do you wish to file charges against Sergeant Taggart?
This is a joke, right?
Do you wish to file charges against this officer for assault?
Where I'm from, cops don't file charges against cops.
No, I don't wanna do that.
Well, in Beverly Hills we go strictly by the book.
Now, why didn't you inform us when you came to town?
- I'm on vacation. - Why were you in Maitland's office?
I had to go to the bathroom. Looked a nice place so I stopped.
- Always take your gun on vacation? - Don't know. Never been on vacation.
But in Detroit cops always carry a firearm.
If you wanna carry a gun, go back there.
I can't wait to get back there.
Is that so? I just spoke to lnspector Todd in Detroit.
Does that name ring a bell?
He's my boss.
He tells me you may not be welcome back there.
He says that you're an outstanding young detective.
- I find that difficult to believe. - It's true, though.
He nearly fired you for insubordination.
I find that easy to believe.
Now, what are you doing here?
I'm on vacation. I went to the bathroom
and six guys threw me out a window.
Inspector Todd gave me a message for you. Wanna hear it?
I don't think so.
He says if you're here investigating the Tandino murder, don't come back.
He tells me if we inform him you are working on this case
you'll be charged and fired.
Now, one last time, what are you doing?
- I'm on vacation! - Vacation. Vacation.
Rosewood, take Mr Foley over to the courthouse
and let him arrange for bail.
Would you follow me, sir?
I gotta hand it to you guys, you are extremely polite.
Good punch, Taggart.
After you.
You guys are so sweet, you know that?
Thanks for bailing me out, Jen.
If I'd known why you'd been arrested, I wouldn't have come.
Oh, you don't mean that.
No, I don't mean that.
Axel, if it wasn't for Maitland, I'd be waiting tables.
The day Mikey got killed he showed up with a bag of bearer bonds,
I think he stole 'em from whoever killed him.
When I mentioned Mikey Maitland threw me out.
Axel, you look like a hoodlum.
You barge into his office, you're carrying a gun.
If you did that to me and I didn't know you I'd throw you out.
Is this your car?
No, here we just take the closest one.
I remember you used to drive that crappy blue Chevy Nova.
- (Laughs) - What are you driving now?
The same crappy blue Chevy Nova.
- Is it too late for me to study art? - Yeah.
Axel, why were you bothering Victor?
You don't think he has anything to do with Mikey's death?
No, I was just poking around. I don't think he did nothing.
Victor is one of the top art dealers in the US, he has been for ten years.
I'm impressed.
- What are you looking at? - The cops, they're following us.
What?
Where?
In the back, on the right. Beige Ford.
Can you believe this place?
Axel, how can you afford this?
- They're charging single-room rate. - Can you afford that?
I can't. But you know what's in that bathroom?
Robes with the hotel's initials on it.
I love this place, I can't leave.
- I'm gonna steal one. Want one? - No.
You want slippers? I'm gonna steal them, too.
Excuse me, two seconds.
Hello, room service? This is Mr Axel Foley in suite 1035.
I'd like to order something from your late supper menu.
But deliver it to this beige Ford parked on Wilshire.
Send down one bay shrimp salad sandwich. OK?
Right. And is the cold poached salmon in dill sauce tasty?
OK, send one of those down. And send down something for dessert.
All right. Thank you.
You're quite a sport. How long you gonna stay?
Until I find out who killed Mikey.
I'm seriously considering checking the warehouse where he worked.
Oh, really? And how you planning on getting in?
(Both laugh)
- Good evening, sir. - What is that?
Late supper, compliments of Axel Foley.
- Foley? How'd he know we were here? - Because I let you drive.
I need a couple of bananas. How much?
The buffet plate is 12.50. You get peaches, plums, oranges and bananas.
All I need is a couple of bananas.
Shh. Go ahead, take those bananas.
Thank you.
- I'm not eating that. Take it back. - This really looks great.
Could I get some extra mayo?
- Certainly. - Thank you.
- Ready to go? - Yeah.
There's the Mercedes. Get rid of that stuff.
(Engine spluttering)
(Taggart) What are you doing?
This the place?
Yeah, but I'm not sure I should do this.
OK, don't. But when you hear glass breaking, don't get scared.
It's just me kicking in the window. Sit tight.
All right. Come on, Axel.
- What's happening, baby? - Axel, grow up.
(Laughs)
- Did you find something? - Coffee grounds.
So?
You know what this is used for?
Filtering water through and drinking.
Yeah, I'll take this home, and drink it in the morning.
(Both laugh)
- What...? - Shh.
I wish you'd been with me last night.
- What happened? - We stopped in a joint for a drink.
- Which one? - A local joint.
Some guy comes in, sits a couple of stools away.
He's got one of them eyes that's going like this.
I didn't know if he was putting the make on me.
I thought I'd take you there tonight,
Iet him have a shot at you before I tore his head off.
- Let's go. I wanna get out of here. - Just get off my back.
Come on.
I got it.
- Axel, what the hell's going on? - I'll tell you later. Come on.
Hurry up. Give me the key, I'm gonna follow him.
- You ever driven a Mercedes? - A car's a car. I drive every day.
- I'm driving, I've seen your car. - Shit, that's cold.
How could you not notice a man sticking a banana in your tailpipe?
- He distracted us. - How?
He sent us a late supper, sir. This waiter comes over...
Billy, he gets the point.
A late supper? And what did you have, Rosewood?
I think it was a shrimp salad sandwich, sir.
- A shrimp salad sandwich? - Yes, sir.
(Sighs) I want you two to go back to the hotel and wait for Foley.
And if you lose him again, don't bother calling in. Got that?
- Yes, sir. - Yes, sir.
"A late supper."
We've got something for you, Billy. An anti-banana disguise.
- It may come in handy. - A little extra protection, Billy.
- (Both laughing) - Very funny.
(Sighs) Come on, Billy, let's go.
Why don't you take the car and go on home?
- What about you? - I wanna find out about this place.
It's a bonded warehouse.
They hold our foreign shipments here till they clear customs.
I'm gonna check it out. Go home, OK?
Damn it, Axel.
- I'm not gonna bail you out again. - Go home.
How you doin'? Come here for a second, please.
- Hi! You have a match? - No smoking in here.
I'm gonna smoke when I go outside. Thank you very much.
- Is your supervisor here? - Yes.
- Go get him. - Why?
- You security? - Yeah.
Then you're the fucking problem. Get him. Now.
Now!
OK.
He didn't come back yet.
(Sighs)
What do we do now?
We wait.
OK.
- Can I help you? - Are you the supervisor?
- Yes. - Inspector Rafferty, US Customs.
- Has this passed through customs? - No, this is the bonded area.
Then tell me, how can a black man, dressed like me,
just march in and poke around
without being asked any questions whatsoever?
- I don't know. - That's the answer I wanted.
Give me your ID. Somebody's going to get fired.
- This guy gave me a match. - You gave him a match?
Listen. I do security checks all over the nation.
And apart from Cleveland, this place has the worst security in the nation.
Call your wives cos we'll be here all night.
We're gonna check the background of every crate, starting with this one!
Wow! You know, it says here that by the time the average American is 50,
he's got five pounds of undigested red meat in his bowels.
Why are you telling me this?
What makes you think I have any interest in that at all?
Well, you eat a lot of red meat.
The inspector needs all the airway bill numbers...
And the manifests, too.
And records of shipments due into the same destination.
- What's this about? - Just do it.
You got a warrant?
You have a very big mouth, sir. Are you hiding something from me?
I bet that's your Porsche outside. Is it?
How'd you like me to have the IRS crawl up your ass with a microscope?
I've seen 'em do it. It's not a pretty sight.
I want you all to know I could have 25 agents here in 15 minutes,
to march in here, snatch your bond
and you'd be out of business, if you don't cooperate. Understood?
We'll give you everything - right, guys?
- Everything you need. - That's not my Porsche, sir.
You've nothing to worry about, then. You all think I'm a fool? Hurry up!
You know, I notice you've been drinking a lot of coffee lately.
I think that's why you have a hard time relaxing.
(Laughs)
Jesus Christ!
You almost gave me a heart attack.
- What are you doing here so late? - You're a cocky son of a bitch.
If you're still mad about the banana, I'm sorry.
I needed some time to myself.
I wish I'd seen your face when the car conked out. (Laughs)
Very funny. Lieutenant docked us two days' pay.
Get outta here!
- He's not kidding. - No, he's not kidding.
By the way, thanks for the sandwich.
He meant it as a joke, like the bananas.
Wait a minute. I know what it's like on a stakeout.
- That food was from the heart. - Bullshit!
Why are we arguing? We're cops. We should work together.
We've all had a very rough day.
What do you say we go get something to drink, make up and be friends?
Forget it.
OK, fuck it. I'm going to get a drink. Follow me if you want.
But I lost you once, I can do that shit again.
Let's get something to drink together? Be friends.
- We don't drink on duty. - OK. Fine, all right.
But listen to me. I found the perfect place. I saw it today.
It's perfect for you.
It's very conservative and you'll love it. It's nice.
Trust me.
(# Pop)
# That's right, pleased to meet you, still won't tell you my name
# Don't you believe in mystery... #
- (Waitress) Can I get you something? - Yes! Having a great time.
Can I have a Scotch and soda? And... What do y'all want? Light beers.
Two club sodas.
You crack me up with this "on duty" shit.
Billy, you don't have to be embarrassed if your dick is hard.
Your dick is supposed to get hard. That's the whole object.
Taggart's dick is hard, but he won't say.
Boss's dick got to stay limp. I ain't on duty so mine can be hard.
(Laughs) Taggart, look.
I found that at Maitland's warehouse.
- Billy! Bill! Give her this. - No.
Stuff that in her thing, she'll go nuts.
Excuse me!
Billy!
- Well? - Coffee grounds.
- Yeah. - So?
You guys know nothing about nothing!
Badges, guns, and you're on the job.
Make sure we get the right drinks or I'll throw up.
Thank you so much. Thank you very much.
# Tonight, living in a fantasy, in my own little nasty world
# Tonight, don't you wanna come with me, do you think I'm a nasty girl?
# Tonight, living in a fantasy, in my own little nasty world
# Tonight, don't you wanna come with me, do you think I'm a nasty girl? #
- She likes you. - Think so?
No doubt in my mind.
Taggart... See that guy there in the black coat?
- (Axel) Black jacket? - Yeah.
It's June. Isn't it hot for a long leather coat?
- Yeah, a little bit. - Yeah.
Look at his partner. They just came in.
Something's getting ready to go down.
- You go and cover that guy. - What's going on?
I'll check out this asshole at the bar. Billy will make sure I behave.
What's going on?
No bullshit this time.
Just sit tight, Billy.
# That'll work
# That's right, I can't control it
# Tonight, I can no longer hold it
# Get it up, get it up, I can't wait any more... Ah! #
Philip!
(Drunkenly) Hey, what's happening, Phil?
He said you don't come here no more, but I said, "It's Phil"!
- Get out of here. - I told you it's Philip!
- Gimme kiss, baby. Hey! - I said get out!
- (Music stops) - Everybody freeze!
Turn around. Turn around!
- Phil! - Keep your hands on the table!
What's wrong, man? What's all the hostility?
- Get back. - What's all this gun, man?
- You changed, man! - I'll blow your fucking brains out!
Police. Don't move.
Don't move! Turn over!
Way to go, Rosewood. You're some kinda cop, you know?
Sorry for the disturbance, folks. Everything's under control.
(Applause and cheering)
Taggart.
Would you mind explaining why you and Rosewood were in a strip bar
out of our jurisdiction while on duty?
Sir, before you chastise these officers, you should know -
the only reason they were at a strip bar is because they were tailing me.
They were outside wondering what I was doing.
I was inside, I'm into things like that.
Anyway, these guys waited outside and the only reason they came in
was because they saw two men with bulges in their jackets going in.
It turns out these guys were going to commit a robbery.
These men waited for them to make their move then foiled a crime.
I did not know what was going on, I was watching the show.
They must have a sixth sense.
I don't know what you teach them, but they're not just regular cops.
They're supercops, and the only thing missing on these guys are capes.
Is this what really happened?
No, sir.
Would someone like to tell me what happened?
(Clears throat) Well...
Foley invited us to this bar, we accepted.
- We ordered club sodas, sir. - Right.
And while we were there,
Foley observed the two suspects casing the establishment.
And before we knew what was going on, he'd already disarmed one of them.
Detective Foley deserves all the credit for the arrests, sir.
Detective Foley, we appreciate your assistance,
but in the future, I'd prefer you practised law enforcement in Detroit.
I understand. I'm sorry.
But before I go I want you two to know something -
that the supercops story was working.
OK? It was working and you guys just messed it up.
OK?
I'm trying to figure you guys out, but I haven't yet. But it's cool.
Just fuck up a perfectly good lie and it's all right.
You guys are off the case.
Foster, McCabe, your turn.
Don't lose him.
Not a chance, sir.
And you two, in my office.
(Mouths)
Morning, gentlemen. Coffee and doughnuts?
- What? - Coffee and doughnuts.
There he is.
Morning, officers. You the second team?
- We're the first team. - Yeah.
We're not gonna fall for a banana.
(Silly voice) Fall for the banana?
(Laughs) It should be more natural, brother, like this:
"Man, I ain't falling for no banana in my tailpipe."
You've been with him for too long.
(Laughs) I'm sorry, I'm just fucking with you. That's funny to me. Sorry.
- You gonna try to keep up with me? - No problem.
- Isn't this Victor Maitland's house? - Yeah, I think so.
(Sighs)
I've seen enough. You want something to drink? Beer?
I got some stuff in the trunk. Excuse me.
For a man on vacation, you look like you're on a stakeout.
Stakeout? No, no. I'm picnicking. This is like a picnic area.
Well, I've been shooting the shit long enough.
Time to see some sights. Excuse me.
What the hell's he doing?
(Tyres screech)
(Tyres screeching)
(Laughs)
Can you put this in a good spot?
All this shit happened last time I parked here.
May I help you?
(Camp voice) Yes. I'm looking for Victor Maitland.
You realise this is a members only club?
I have to talk to Victor. It's very important.
- Are you sure it's Victor Maitland? - Oh, yes. Grey-haired gentleman.
Very dark skin. Capricorn.
Um, why don't you give me the message and I'll take it to him?
OK. Tell Victor that Ramon, the fella he met about a week ago...
Tell him that Ramon went to the clinic today,
and I found out that I have... herpes simplex 10.
Victor should go check himself with his physician,
before things start falling off on the man.
Perhaps you'd better tell him that.
- I think that would be best. - So do l.
Hi, Victor.
I'm back.
Look, guys, don't even try it.
Why don't you get the hell out of here, cuz?
Get the fuck away from me, man.
Very good, Victor. Could you teach him to roll over and sit, too?
- What do you want? - To talk to you.
- Last time, I didn't get the chance. - I've nothing to say.
That's cool, I'll do all the talking.
This is a very nice place, Vic.
Hi. I like this. This is nice.
Glad you like it. I must make you a member.
You know, Victor, I know you're into a lot of crooked shit.
And I have a pretty good idea that you had Mikey killed.
And when I find out for sure, I'm gonna fuck you up real bad.
Is that so? Now listen to me, my tough little friend.
I don't know from under what stone you crawled,
or where you get these ridiculous ideas about me,
but it seems painfully obvious you haven't the slightest fucking idea
who you're dealing with.
Now, my advice to you is
crawl back to your little stone in Detroit before you get squashed.
OK?
- Please step away from the table. - Gotta go now, Vic.
- Nice meeting you again. - Yeah.
Catch you later, Vic.
I can't wait.
Don't I know you from someplace? You look so familiar.
Detective Foley, this is becoming very irritating.
Why are you bothering Victor Maitland?
My friend Michael Tandino used to work for him.
And Maitland had him killed.
I can't prove that now, but when I do I'll tell you.
Forget what you can prove, talk to me.
OK, listen. Everybody knows Victor Maitland is a hotshot art dealer.
But I poked around, and art's not the only thing he deals.
I went to his warehouse and saw guys unloading a crate of bearer bonds.
Michael Tandino had bonds like this on him, coincidentally,
when he was killed.
Just because Maitland has the same bonds doesn't mean he's a killer.
The man's not an investor, he's a smuggler. Bonds, drugs or whatever.
The crate that I saw didn't pass through customs.
Maitland is paying to get shipments out before they're inspected.
Maitland's guys get it, take the drugs or the bonds out of the crates,
and they send it back before customs even knows what's going on.
- You witnessed all this? - Except for the drugs.
But I found coffee grounds in the warehouse.
- Coffee grounds? - What does that mean?
Drugs are packed in coffee. The scent throws off the dogs.
Very good. Now what do we do?
Look, Detective Foley, l...
I'm sorry. I'd really like to help you.
If you'd found the drugs, that's one thing.
But if your only evidence is coffee, we can't get a search warrant.
We can get around that...
We don't "get around" search warrants in Beverly Hills.
- Taggart. - Yes, sir?
Start checking this out.
Start with the LAPD, the FBI and the Customs Service.
Wait, Taggart.
Lieutenant, Maitland is smart.
We start snooping, he'll close down and get his shipments from elsewhere.
Really? That's what your extensive experience tells you?
- I haven't been on the force... - Sir...
- Shit. - Is this the man?
Yes, sir.
The gentleman that crashed through Victor Maitland's window?
Who disabled an unmarked unit with a banana?
Yes, sir.
Who lured Taggart and Rosemont into a gross dereliction of duty
at a striptease establishment?
- It's Rosewood, sir. - Yes, sir.
Is this the gentleman who ruined the buffet at the Harrow Club?
Yes, sir.
I just bet you are the pride of your department in Detroit.
Lieutenant, I'd like to see you in your office.
Yes, sir.
(Sighs)
"Is this the man who wrecked the buffet at the Harrow Club?"
- (Taggart) Lower your voice. - Can he hear me through the wall?
(Both) Yes, he can.
Rosewood, take Detective Foley back to his hotel room,
watch him pack, and escort him to the city limits.
Then you can give him his gun back.
The two charges of disturbing the peace have been dropped.
But if you return to Beverly Hills
the charges will be reinstated
and you will be prosecuted to the limit of the law.
- May I say something? - (Taggart) Billy...
- What? - He has enough to follow up...
You wanna tell that to the chief?
- No, sir. - Then I suggest you get moving.
(Sighs) Come on, Axel.
Er, right. Er, let me check on that tomorrow and get back to you.
Thank you.
- Hi. - Victor, hi.
Sit down. Hope I'm not interrupting.
Of course not.
Jenny, there's a gentleman in town from Detroit
who says he's a friend of Michael Tandino.
He came by the office yesterday and asked me all sorts of odd questions.
Excuse me, darling.
I believe his name is Foley.
Since you were a good friend of Michael,
I wondered if you knew the fellow.
We...grew up in the same neighbourhood.
Really? Have you seen him lately?
He, er, came in yesterday.
What? He came by here?
Oh.
And?
He told me that, er, Mikey had been killed.
Yes. Yes, I know.
And then?
That's it. He left and, er, I haven't, er, seen him since.
Jenny, darling, do you know where he's staying?
I have some information which might be helpful for him.
No, l-l have no idea.
Yes.
- I hope I didn't disturb you. - No problem.
- We'll have dinner soon, yes? - That'd be lovely.
Take care.
Billy, I read the manifests. They're expecting another shipment in today.
- But... - Never mind!
This is a chance for us to blow this case. What do you say?
- Look, I wish I could, but I can't. - Why?
Because Bogomil would kill me!
Billy.
I'm not gonna drive you to the art gallery.
It'll take two minutes! My friend Jenny will let us in.
When the shipment arrives, we nail them.
- How can you be sure it's drugs? - I got a hunch.
It's a technique by which many crimes outside Beverly Hills get solved.
Why didn't you tell Bogomil about this?
Bogomil goes by the book.
I think everybody in this town's a robot.
This thing is very personal to me.
All he asked me to do was drive you out of town.
Now I'm gonna screw that up, too.
(Sighs) Boy.
Billy, I love you. I just fell in love with you.
Jenny, how you doin'? This is my buddy Billy Rosewood. Jenny Summers.
- Hi. - Billy's a Beverly Hills cop.
- How do you do? - That's Serge.
Yo, Serge, can you get my friend an espresso?
You want it with a lemon twist?
Er...
- Sure, if it's no bother. - No, don't be stupid.
Maitland was asking questions about you today.
He was acting real weird.
Look, I wanna get back inside the warehouse.
How about I go with you?
Jenny, you work in an art gallery. You're not a cop.
If this has to do with Mikey's death, I want to check it out.
I don't have time to argue.
Wait, let me get my keys and we'll argue on the way.
OK, Billy, you just sit here and observe.
- Don't move till I get you. - Why can't I come in?
Cos you're a cop here.
Without probable cause it's an illegal search.
Or didn't they teach you that?
I'll find some evidence, come and get you.
- But... - Be cool, all right?
If anything jumps off I'll come and I'll get you. I promise, OK?
Thank you.
Is there any chance you'll let me go in by myself?
No chance.
Fuck.
Come on.
- Looks like they've been already. - What are you looking for?
This. A crate from overseas that hasn't passed through customs yet.
(Jenny) What is that?
- Coffee? - Yeah, it's coffee on top.
But this ain't sugar. Go get Rosewood.
Welcome to the party.
It seems we have guests.
How nice.
I do like surprises.
Jeannette.
I just can't tell you how disappointed I am to find you here.
- Victor, listen, l... - Shut up!
I don't want to hear it.
Take her to the car and wait for me. OK?
What are you gonna do with him?
You should be more worried about what we're going to do with you.
Don't worry about me. We've got cocaine, we're gonna have a party.
Thanks for having me over, Vic. This is very nice.
Did you say something?
If something happens to her...
Mmm? I'm all ears.
- I'll kill you. - Really?
That would be a neat trick.
- Well, cuz. - Are you still pissed at me?
Oh, no. No.
But I should've taken care of you in Detroit.
When I popped your little buddy.
(Coughing)
- Goodbye, Mr Foley. - (Coughing)
Have a nice day.
I'll try.
Oh, damn it.
Oh, boy.
How's that little bump on the head I gave you in Detroit, huh?
Healed up nice, I hope.
(Coughs)
(Axel coughing)
Freeze!
Thanks, man.
(Tyres screech)
Tell Taggart to check out the warehouse. I'll explain it later.
DD-6, Sergeant Taggart wants to talk to you.
- Shit! - Billy, what the hell is going on?
- Sorry, Sarge, I can't talk now. - What do you mean?
Just check out the warehouse and please don't say anything to Bogomil.
- He's not transmitting any more. - Shit.
- What's up? - Billy's doing something dumb again.
- Was he calling from the hotel? - No, sir.
His car's heading north on Palm Canyon Road.
- We were there this morning. - What?
Foley was up there looking over Maitland's house.
- Do you have that warehouse address? - Yes, sir.
Check that place out, then let me know what's going on over there.
Don't talk to anybody but me.
Foley, you're under arrest. Billy, why are you here?
- I forced him. - No, he didn't.
Everything he said about Maitland is right. He's kidnapped a woman.
- Well, let's go get her. - What do you think I'm doing?
We'll handle this! We'll have a warrant in 20 minutes.
- She could be dead in 20 minutes. - Stop that!
I'm goin' inside. You wanna stop me, shoot me.
Me too. You can do what you want, but I'm going in with Axel.
This is really serious trouble! lf you're lucky, you'll just get fired.
- (Axel) Got it. - This is my last warning, Foley.
- Billy. - I'm sorry, Sarge. I've got to.
Shit. Wait a minute.
- (Beeping) - (Man) What's that?
Looks like East Gate.
Punch it up.
Who the hell is that? Better get Maitland up here.
Where is everybody? ls Rosewood back?
- No, sir. - Have you seen Taggart?
He took off 10 minutes ago.
Foley's on the grounds.
How the hell should I know?! Get some people out there right away.
Don't take your eyes off that screen.
Try to locate Taggart and Rosewood.
Come on.
(Taggart) OK, OK, OK.
Shit!
(Grunts, yells)
- They must be away from the car. - I can see that. Keep trying.
- DD-13, come in please. - What's their 20?
- 609 Palm Canyon Road. - Who lives at that address?
A Victor Maitland, sir.
- Hike! - Let's go around.
(Gasping) Come on, we can do it. Come on.
(Taggart) Ready? One, two...
three!
(Grunting)
(Laughing)
You all right?
(Taggart) What am I doin' here?
Drop it!
(Taggart) Good shot, Billy. (Axel) Let's go.
- Jesus Christ! - These guys are serious.
I hate machine guns.
Cover me.
You guys go around front, I'll check the back.
We have a report of shots fired at that location. 609 Palm Canyon Road.
Put out a 998, officers need assistance.
- Undercovers on scene. - Sir?
Do it. I want all north end units to roll.
South end units stay in their area.
- Damn! Let's go. - Undercover officers at location...
Police! You're all under arrest!
You do that again, I'll shoot you myself.
(Sirens wailing)
(Glass shatters)
Know what I keep thinking about?
You know the end of Butch Cassidy?
Redford and Newman are almost out of ammunition.
And the whole Bolivian army is out in front of this little hut.
Billy...
I'm gonna make you pay for this.
(Sirens wailing)
(Gasps)
(Sirens wailing)
- You gonna hang around? - Fuck, no.
Freeze it! Hold it right there.
(Sirens wind down)
Oh, shit!
(Jenny) Axel!
Be careful, old boy, you might hit me.
Freeze!
Police! You're all under arrest!
Lay down your weapons in front of you
and take two steps back with your hands up!
- Very good. - Great.
(Chatter on police radios)
(lnaudible over radio chatter)
What the hell's going on here?
Shit.
- What's he doing? - Bleeding.
Rosewood, how come he isn't wearing cuffs?
Er, well, he isn't actually in custody, sir.
Well, place him in custody. Or would you like me to?
Wouldn't you like to hear my report first, sir?
- You have a report explaining this? - Yes, sir.
Well, I will be very glad to hear it.
Miss Jeannette Summers, the manager of Mr Maitland's art gallery,
found large quantities of what she suspected was cocaine
in the gallery's warehouse.
She communicated her discovery to Detective Axel Foley.
Detective Foley was, at the time,
cooperating in a joint Beverly Hills-Detroit investigation.
Detectives Foley and Rosewood, responding to Miss Summers' report,
went to the warehouse and discovered 80kg of cocaine.
Rosewood called for back-up, and I despatched our officers here.
Sergeant Taggart here was the first to arrive.
Having probable cause to suspect a felony,
Sergeant Taggart joined Rosewood with Foley present only as an observer,
and proceeded to enter.
And in defending ourselves, we shot several suspects,
including Mr Maitland.
You expect me to believe that report?
That's the report I'm filing, sir.
Sergeant Taggart, why don't you tell me what happened?
Happened just like the lieutenant said, Chief.
(Sighs) Well, I suppose congratulations are in order.
Thank you, sir.
That report better be on my desk in the morning.
Yes, sir. First thing.
You were lying your ass off.
Go to the hospital and get your shoulder looked at.
Excuse me, sir.
I was wondering if you could do me a favour, sir?
- Your favours are all used up. - I understand.
I was just hoping you could call my boss back home
and straighten things out for me.
But that's all right. I'm out of a job. It's cool.
I'll stay in Beverly Hills, start my own private investigation company.
I will talk to lnspector Todd first thing tomorrow.
- Really? Thank you so much. - You're welcome.
Hi, I'm Axel Foley, checking out of suite 1035.
One moment, sir. I'll get your bill.
(Taggart) Ahem.
Hey, guys! You didn't have to come to see me off, but I'm very moved.
Bogomil ordered us to make sure you got out of town.
(Laughs)
That doesn't matter. What matters is that you came.
I'm choked up. I've got a lump in my throat.
Look a little misty yourself, Taggart.
- There, sir. - Thank you.
Excuse me, the Beverly Hills Police Department will pay.
Get outta here. Guys, that's the last straw. You guys are too nice.
Sir, do you sell those Beverly Palm robes down here?
- Yes, sir. They're $95 apiece. - No problem. Put 'em on my tab.
I have to have two of 'em, though.
Billy, you saved my life. I don't think I'll ever be able to repay you.
But as a token of my appreciation,
I want you to have this fine Beverly Palm robe.
Each time you shower from now on,
I want you to think about our friendship.
Think about Axel Foley. I love you, Billy.
- Thanks, Axel. - (Laughs)
Here, let me take this. You should rest that arm.
Billy, take care of the tab.
- Hey, Taggart... - Here you are, sir.
This is for you.
No, that's all right. You keep it as a souvenir.
I already have three of 'em in my bag.
- There you go. - Thank you, sir.
- Not gonna say goodbye? - Why? Aren't you tailing me anyway?
- Yes, we are. - I figured you would.
I was thinking about stopping for a drink.
- We figured you would. - That mean you're gonna join me?
Er, I don't think so, Axel. We're still on duty.
Well, I don't think one beer's gonna kill us, Billy.
(Axel) Right. Listen to Taggart. Lighten up.
One drink's not going to kill us.
But guys, if you fall too far behind, don't be afraid to honk, OK?
Where we going, anyway?
Don't worry, just follow my lead. I know the perfect place.
You guys'll love it. Trust me.
# I can't sit here while I go nowhere
# Chase my dreams through the polluted air
# Nerves jump off the pavement
# Passion hits the streets
# Angers cookin' in the city heat
# So much pressure to keep holdin' on
# Pack my clothes up, baby, I'll be gone
# Stir it up
# I've got to break it up now
# When I think about tomorrow, I can't wait to
# Stir it up
# Got to shake it up now
# lf I have to beg or borrow
# I'm not gonna take it any more
# Can't find love because it's trapped inside
# Can't find freedom flirting with a lie
# Make some room in this old heart of mine
# World's too crazy I can't hurt no more
# I won't stay here locked behind the door
# Baby, stir it up
# Got to break it up now
# When I think about tomorrow, ooh, I can't wait to
# Stir it up
# Got to shake it up now
# lf I have to beg or borrow
# I'm not gonna take it any more
# Bill collectors waiting down the hall
# Neighbours scream and crack the bedroom wall
# Nerves jump off the pavement
# Passion hits the street
# Anger's cookin' in the city heat
# World's too crazy I can't hurt no more
# I won't stay here locked behind the door
# Baby, stir it up
# Got to break it up now
# When I think about tomorrow, ooh, I can't wait to
# Stir it up
# Got to shake it up now
# lf I have to beg or borrow
# I'm not gonna take it any more
# Hungry minds do stare you in the eye
# Spread it thick and lay the biggest lies
# Don't say what you feel, must play hard to get
# All those time bombs tickin' in your head
# So much pressure to keep holdin' on
# Pack my clothes up, baby, I'll be gone
# I've got to stir it up
# Got to break it up now
# When I think about tomorrow, ooh, I can't wait to
# Stir it up
# Got to break it up now
# When I think about tomorrow I can't wait to
# Stir it up
# Got to shake it up now
# lf I have to beg or borrow
# I don't wanna take it any more #
ENGLISH SDH