Blue Thunder Page #2

was getting beaten...

...in her own front yard

in fashionable Brentwood.

McNeely? That's her?

Of the mayor's Task Force

on Urban Violence.

A touch of irony, if you

like that sort of thing.

-How is she?

-She was shot, Frank.

She's in lntensive Care.

Shot by one of the rapists.

One of the rapists?

Assault. Attempted rape.

That's what they're calling it.

There wasn't any rape.

Case is closed. There's two

bodies 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.

That's not the pattern.

Forget patterns, Frank.

And get the hell off my desk.

Get off!

All right.

It doesn't bother you

that car has no plates?

That it wasn't there

when we came back?

That rapists don't travel in pairs?

What bothers me is, some son of

a b*tch may ask what you were doing...

...five miles out of your patrol area!

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 in Encino?

I had 20 years in this outfit when

you were sitting in front of the TV...

...watching Bugs Bunny,

gnawing on your Fudgsicle.

Remember, 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?

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!

-You're grounded. Both of you!

-Grounded?

I gotta figure out where to hide you

until this crap blows over.

Get out of here, Lymangood.

I mean, dismissed.

Stick around, Frank.

The review board wants to have you

up for psychiatric re-evaluation.

Come on!

What do you expect after your

wig-out last month?

But there's a bright side

to this. And a moral.

Morals are good for you.

I love morals.

And the moral of this story is:

lf you are walking on eggs, don't hop.

That's it.

Don't hop!

Hello. Listen, it's me.

I don't know whether a post card from

Laguna means we're speaking again...

...but call me when you get in, okay?

Even if you're not speaking, call me.

Please? Okay, huh?

Hello. I'm back.

Is there no getting

rid of this chick?

The reason I'm pressing is that

I've got a really big favour I need.

I'm desperate! Desperate!

No matter what time it is, call me.

Please. Bye.

Freeze!

For chrissake, Murphy!

You wanna get yourself killed?

You bozo! How many burglars come

in the front door with a key?

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