Beverly Hills Cop III Page #2

It's open.

- Axel Foley!

- Billy, how you doing?

- I don't believe it.

- Look at your office! Look at this!

You got three windows in here,

venetian blinds, and a ficus.

One of them big, healthy

ficus in your office.

Not just the ficus. Look.

You got a refrigerator

in your office?

Man, J. Edgar Hoover didn't even

have a refrigerator in his office.

Just maybe some hair curlers

and a dryer or something.

What they promote you to,

captain or something?

I'm DDO-JSIOC.

The JG-Joe-Joe-C? What is that?

It stands for

"Deputy Director of Operations

for Joint Systems Interdepartmental

Operational Command".

OK.

Here we are. Los Angeles.

One of the greatest cities

in the world, Axel, divided.

Divided by its unique geography.

- Geography?

- LA is a vast metropolis,

with social and economic imbalances

spread over an enormous distance.

A criminal hits here, Beverly Hills,

then here, West Hollywood,

then here, downtown.

Whose responsibility is it?

Everybody's?

Impossible. So it all comes here.

Every crime that crosses a green line.

- A green line?

- Green lines of jurisdiction.

Beverly Hills, West Hollywood,

downtown, the Valley, Santa Monica.

Peace officers respect these green

lines, Axel, but the criminal doesn't.

So whenever a criminal crosses

between green lines,

that's when the DDO-JSIOC

goes to work.

That's very impressive, Billy.

I control the green lines,

and Axel...

...whoever controls the green lines

controls southern California.

You wanted to see me, Billy?

Oh, yes I did, Jon. The sheriff's

department nabbed two guys

pulling a stall-and-hook

in a mall parking lot.

It's the same MO

as those jobs on Melrose last week.

Beautiful. I'll run out there

and talk to them.

They're holding 'em in Van Nuys.

I'll call and tell them you're coming.

- Good. All right.

- Jon...

I want you to meet a friend of mine.

Axel Foley. Axel, Jon Flint.

How are you? I've heard about you.

You're from Detroit, right?

Taggart used to talk about you.

Hey. Taggart! Where is he?

I'd love to say hello to him.

Then you'll have to fly to Phoenix.

Taggart's retired.

Spends his days lost in the woods

looking for his golf balls.

That's a dream

I'm not too far from myself.

So what brings you to California, Axel?

Vacation?

- I'm looking for a killer.

- In Beverly Hills?

- No. Wonder World.

- Wonder World?

You mean Rufus Rabbit

has gone berserko?

No. My boss got gunned down

in a chop shop.

The killer got away

in a cream-coloured Ford truck,

- and I think it might be out here.

- Plates?

Plates were phony. We got some

evidence that points to Wonder World.

So what I want to do is go down

to Wonder World and look around

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