Beverly Hills Cop III

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Nobody got no questions

about the layout, right? No questions?

No.

Let's go over this sh*t one more time.

They got a small dinger

on the entrance door.

I'm gonna get them to open it.

Then me and Levine are going in, right?

Giolito and Pederson, you go over

to this overhead door and you block it.

OK? Rondell and Leppert,

hit the back door.

No problem. It's a piece of cake.

McKee and Cline,

you're gonna be in the yard

in case we get some jump-outs.

You all catch somebody

trying to jump out...

- Foley.

- Excuse me a second.

Where in the hell is SWAT?

- Boss, I cancelled the SWAT team.

- You what?

I wouldn't raid

a church bingo game without SWAT.

These guys are carjackers.

They're mechanics.

We can handle this. We don't need SWA blowing holes in all my evidence.

Besides, they might shoot somebody.

Let's do this.

This is your operation.

I'm just an observer.

But I'll be watching.

Just observe how I don't have

to use SWAT, and trust me on this.

Everybody's ready, right?

Nobody need to take a nervous piss?

We got this. OK?

Let's mount up.

This is Dick Purtan. We've got

55 degrees outside this morning.

Now here's Motown's own

Diana Ross and the Supremes,

and "Come See About Me".

Hey, hey! Come on.

What are you doing?

Bobby, they're here.

Any trouble with the hijack?

- Right where you say it is.

- Piece of cake, man.

- Anybody hurt?

- No.

Good. I don't like to see

people unnecessarily injured.

Nobody got hurt.

- Keys?

- Ain't your truck yet, man.

Not till we see some money.

I just want to look in the back.

Yes!

- Where's our money?

- Pay him.

Hey, hey.

You think

we should have used SWAT?

- F*** SWAT.

- That's what I say. F*** SWAT.

- Some guy. What should I do?

- Kill him.

How you doing?

Is this the illegal chop shop?

One of them illegal places

where they chop up cars?

'Cause I got a Buick out here,

belong to my wife.

I want to get this sh*t chopped up,

because the b*tch ain't acting right.

Can you take

a look at it for me, please?

Go, go, go!

Go!

They got f***ing machine guns.

- I thought you said they had no guns!

- They must've changed their world view.

Get the 12-gauge.

We should've called SWAT.

Police! Hands in the air!

Sh*t! Move it! Go! Go!

What the...?

Daniel, come on!

Y'all cover me! I'm going in with Todd.

No!

Axel, you on a coffee break?

Go get that son of a b*tch.

Hey, Boss. Hey, man! Hey!

Sh*t!

We got a tail.

Wax that clown.

God damn it!

Help me, man.

Police officer!

Trying to catch a goddamned killer!

Move it! Move it!

- Get the f*** out of my way! I'm a cop!

- Take it easy.

Man, get the f*** out of here,

all right?

Thank you.

My name's Steve Fulbright.

Could I see some ID, please?

Hey, man,

I am a Detroit police officer.

My name is Axel...

Where's my sh*t?

I'm a Detroit police officer. I am

chasing a killer who's getting away now.

- We know.

- You know what?

We know.

What's happened here, Detective Foley,

is you got yourself in the middle

of a federal investigation.

What is this, income tax?

The f***ing guy in the truck

just shot a Detroit police officer!

It's very important

he not be apprehended at this time.

We want to know where

he's going with what he's got

and who he's selling it to.

- This drugs?

- We're not DEA.

We appreciate

your cooperation on this.

I checked with Washington.

This guy, Fulbright, is kosher.

He's working on something so classified,

they got the ladder up behind him.

Hey, Axel, if the federal government

wants these guys running loose,

shouldn't we close down

the investigation?

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