Beverly Hills Cop III Page #5

the wrong guy. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, this is a big... I'm cool.

This is a big misunderstanding.

I didn't know you were at your beach...

...f***ing beach house in Laguna!

You motherf***er!

- Miss Bruce, call the police.

- They just walked in.

Axel!

That's the guy! That's the killer!

Ellis DeWald?

Axel!

We really appreciate this, Ellis.

Your friend is lucky Mr. Sanderson

doesn't want any publicity.

You just keep him and his delusions

out of my face and out of my park.

No problem, Ellis. You got it, babe.

By the way,

are we still on for Sunday?

Bring your money, sucker.

All right. When you have

a little more time, I'd like to...

Not right now. Later, perhaps.

Thanks.

Here we go.

Thank you.

And the usual for you, Billy.

Thanks a lot.

Isn't it just possible

that you're mistaken, Foley?

That Ellis DeWald

just resembles Todd's killer?

I made the guy in Detroit.

It was DeWald.

DeWald is the head of the largest

private police department

in Southern California.

I mean, he works with us, with the LAPD.

Hell, with the governor's office.

Everybody loves him.

He's even getting an award tonight,

from the National Association

of Security Agencies.

Axel, it's understandable

that you're distraught

and looking for justice,

not to mention revenge.

But isn't it just possible

that you want it so much

that you saw your killer in a man

who bore a slight resemblance?

We run into this

all the time in police work, Axel.

Where is DeWald

getting that award tonight?

Axel, don't.

Hey, Flint, your friend DeWald

is foul, OK? I know he's foul.

I'm going to this awards show tonight.

I'm gonna put some pressure on him.

And maybe I'll panic him

into doing something stupid.

Axel, if you go

to that dinner tonight...

...I'm going with you.

Pick me up at the Sunset Motel.

Freeze, motherf***er!

- Detective Foley?

- You're Uncle Dave! Hey!

Hey, Uncle... Oh, my God,

I almost shot Uncle Dave!

I'm so embarrassed. I'm sorry.

Nice to meet you! Uncle Dave!

The front desk let us in to wait,

Mr. Foley. I hope you don't mind.

No, it's fine. It's Uncle Dave!

Uncle Dave! Uncle Dave!

Hey, have a seat.

- Thank you.

- I was such a fan of yours.

- Thank you, son.

- Uncle Dave...

You're very kind.

Detective Foley,

what's going on at my park?

- You think there's something going on?

- I have no doubts.

- What?

- I have no doubts...

...nor do I have any ideas.

Exactly two weeks ago,

Detective Foley,

Roger Fry, the park's

chief operating officer...

...and my friend, disappeared.

Roger Fry designed the park,

every nook and cranny of it, from the

landscaping to the concession stands.

What do you mean

he just disappeared?

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