Beverly Hills Cop II Page #3

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- The Ferrari?

I'm leaving town

for a few days and...

- I need you to drive the Ferrari.

- Where?

Around. But you have to be me.

- How do I do that?

- Duck down. Drive like this.

No one can know it's you. Don't have

people hanging around the car.

lt draws attention to yourself.

One person... Drive Marcy in it!

- We're supposed to meet...

- What?

For the car.

She wants to be in the car.

- She likes the car?

- She loves it.

Drive with Marcy, scootch down.

Don't tell anybody about this.

And I know you don't understand,

but this'll make me cop of the month.

We'll be there smiling together.

l can trust you?

You're my friend?

You understand this?

- No.

- Good.

- lnspector T, how you doing?

- Where the f*** you been, Foley?

- And what the f*** is this?

- lt's a blue slip.

Why the hell you need $1 ,000?

- A little flash money...

- Flash money? Let's see...

$2,000 for a suit. $200 for a tie.

A requisition order for a Ferrari.

l've seen enough blue slips.

How about some arrest slips?

l know you're getting upset. You have

reason to be, but I am close.

l am so close now

and it's making me crazy.

l could smell it. lt's in the air.

Do you smell it? I smell it.

All I smell is bullshit. I'm

pouring money down a bottomless hole.

Where are the bad guys

at the end of this?

- I thought if there was a problem...

- Don't think! lt makes my dick itch.

Truth is, this department's

furnished you a fortune.

My ass is on the line.

l OK'd all this sh*t.

l must have been

out of my f***ing mind.

But I can't pull out

without a bust or I'm finished.

l promise you, I won't go down alone.

I'm gonna give you three days.

If I don't see some results,

I'll cover my own ass.

How do you like that arrangement?

If I only have three days,

l have to go deep undercover.

I'm deep now. This is deep.

But I'm going deeper. No more money.

I'm going deep,

deep, deep undercover.

Sign that, and I'm going so deep,

you won't know. People will page me.

Axel? No answer

cos I'll be deep undercover.

I'm tired of your bullshit, Foley.

You got three days.

If I don't see results,

I'll grind your ass into dog meat.

Deal. I'll have a dog-meat ass.

Now please sign for my flash money.

Flash money! Make sure

nothing happens to that Ferrari.

That's a $50,000 automobile.

No, no. lt's $67,000. And fast.

lt goes from 100 to 150 in...

You better make sure

nothing happens to it.

Don't worry about a thing. lt's safe.

No one else will be driving but me.

l will sleep, eat, drink, sh*t...

No, I ain't going to sh*t.

You thought I was going to...

l ain't gonna sh*t.

Don't worry about it. I'm on the job.

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