Lethal Weapon 2

God! l love this job! Man!

Can't you go any faster?

Floor this thing!

lt's my wife's. l won't go faster.

You're doing 65 now.

Get your foot off the pedal!

You're killing my corn!

We're eastbound on 4th, in pursuit of

a red BMW, driver Caucasian, blonde.

Plate 2-Boy-Adam-Henry-174.

You are westbound on 2nd.

You're heading straight

toward each other.

-Somebody back off.

-Got it.

-What'd she say?

-We're about to have an accident.

Go! We'll stick with the red bastard.

You chase the blue.

That's confirmed.

You got red, we'll get blue.

-What's the pursuit?

-20 William 15 and 20 William 12.

-That's Riggs, Murtaugh.

-And their squad.

-$20 on Riggs and Murtaugh.

-Who's driving?

Murtaugh, in his wife's wagon.

l knew nothing about the wagon.

Bet's off.

Shut up!

What the hell is that?

What fuckin' language is that?

lt's German.

Japanese?

lt's a Japanese radio.

Maybe they bought the L.A.P.D.

They own everything.

Shotgun!

Shots are being fired.

Thanks for the scoop.

The bastard shot my wife's windshield.

Entering the pursuit.

Oh, shit, man! We're splitting up!

Son-of-a-bitch! Now we're cooking.

Step on it!

Look out!

See you!

l'd like to see your license

and proof of insurance!

We got one. Yours is going up the hill.

So is Riggs, on foot!

Hey, Riggs! Get your slow ass in here!

Get in here, now!

Only if l drive.

Move over. l'll drive.

No, go around. l'm driving.

l'll drive.

Did you get a make on that red Beemer?

Not one scratch, you hear?

-You won't make it.

-l will.

There's not enough room!

You're not going to make it!

Look at my side panel!

Goddamn it, you were right.

There wasn't enough room.

He's turning right!

Get out of the way!

This was a new car, Riggs.

Well, it still is.

On three.

One...

...two...three!

Shit!

You forgot to turn your indicator on.

Where the hell is he?

This guy's Mandrake!

Where were you, man?!

Goddamnit!

Me?! Where did he go?!

-He's fucking gone!

-l can see that!

-You're supposed to come on ''three''.

-l thought you meant, ''three'' then go!

No! We always go on ''three''!

Sometimes we go, ''one, two, three,''

then go!

Go check back there!

lf you see anybody running out,

just pump the shit out of them.

What was that?

-He crawled into the trunk.

-l got you covered.

Holy Christ!

That's a lot of money.

lt's gold!

Gold!

Krugerrands.

lt's illegal. You can't import them

into the country.

You're right.

The damage you caused is coming

out of the department's budget.

-Pay it in Krugerrands.

-Don't make jokes, make arrests.

l want an explanation.

-Things got out of hand.

-You said this was a routine bust.

You didn't mention helicopters,

automatic weapons, Krugerrands...

This was bigger than we thought.

Talk to you later.

l worked psycho ward.

You'll never get out.

One minute, fifteen seconds.

Shapiro, scratch my nose.

Hey! What's going on? ls this

kindergarten or a police station?

Get some work done.

Houdini Jr. bets he can free himself

in 5 minutes.

l will too.

Don't try this at home, kids.

lt's over now. Put your money

on the desk and get back to work.

Suckers.

How the hell did you do that?

l dislocated my shoulder once.

Now l can do it whenever l want.

Doesn't it hurt?

Yeah, it does.

But not as much as...

when l put it back in.

lf it isn't Mrs. Sigmund Fraud.

My door is always open, Sergeant.

We should keep this

on a professional level.

Why the hell do you

do this to yourself?

Who else could l do it to?

None of them will let me.

And l need the money.

Cough up!

lt's not all here yet. l want it all.

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