The Naked Gun: From the Files of Police Squad!

Listen to me! Killing a few hostages

is not sufficient!

The Americans must be made to suffer.

We must humiliate them.

You do not go far enough,

General Amin.

We must strip their entrails out

and drag them to Damascus,

until they include us

in the peace process.

Nonsense! This solution

is not bold enough for Libya.

I say wipe out Washington

and New York.

What? And spoil

three years of good PR?

The Americans believe I'm a nice guy.

In some of their polls, I'm more

popular than their president!

Gentlemen! Gentlemen!

This is getting us nowhere.

If we do nothing else this week,

we must conceive

at least one terrorist act

that will show all the world

that the United States,

the great Satan,

is but a paper tiger - a weak nation,

a weak people,

a people ripe for destruction.

Cowards, no longer willing to fight.

I knew it!

Hey, who are you?

I'm Lieutenant Frank Drebin,

Police Squad.

And don't ever

let me catch you guys in America!

Watch out!

...98, 99, 100. It's all here.

This completes

our first shipment of heroin.

It better be - all 40 kilos.

The final shipment

will be delivered in three days.

- Then we'll expect payment.

- Don't worry.'

Police! Throw down your guns!

Kill him.

It's a great day for Americans.

This man alone...

There he is!

No flowers, thank you.

Welcome home, Frank. Good work

in Beirut. We heard about it.

Thanks. I want to know one thing -

is it true about Victoria?

I'm afraid so.

She ran off with some guy.

They got married last week.

Then it's over.

All of this is meaningless.

I did it for her. Everything.

And now she's gone.

And you came down here

to get a hot story, didn't you?

Pictures of me

to sell your newspapers.

- Frank...

- Sure, you think I'm a big hero.

Do any of you understand

how a man can hurt inside?

Frank, they're not here for you.

"Weird Al" Yankovic is on the plane.

What about the wedding?

What was she wearing?

Don't torture yourself!

Put her out of your mind.

I can't get her out of my mind.

What about the guy?

- Do you know anything about him?

- Not much.

Just that he's an Olympic gymnast

and it's the best sex she's ever had.

I trusted her and followed my heart.

Foolishly, it seems.

I'm just gonna have

to learn to forget.

That's why I took my vacation

in Beirut - to find some peace.

It won't be easy.

Everywhere I look,

something reminds me of her.

Maybe cops and women just don't mix.

What about Nordberg?

I came as soon as I heard.

He's alive, but on life support.

He's got a 50/50 chance of living,

though there's only

a 10% chance of that.

Mrs Nordberg, I think

we can save your husband's arm.

Where would you like it sent?

- Frank! I'm so glad you came!

- Wilma, I came as soon as I heard.

Thank you, Frank.

- Where's Nordberg?

- He's right here.

Nordberg, it's Frank, your buddy.

I'll get it!

Get the switch

at the back of the bed!

Nordberg, it's me, Frank.

Who did this to you?

I... love you.

I love you, too, Nordberg.

Who were they?

- Ship... Boat...

- That's right. A boat.

When you're better,

we'll go sailing together,

- just like last year.

- No... Drugs.

Nurse, give this man some drugs!

Can't you see he's in pain?

- Give him a shot, quickly!

- No...

Heroin! Heroin, Frank!

Nordberg, that's a pretty tall order.

Give me a couple of days

on that one.

Oh, my poor Nordberg!

He was such a good man, Frank.

He never wanted to hurt anyone.

Who would do such a thing?

It's hard to tell.

A gang of thugs, a blackmailer,

an angry husband, a gay lover...

Frank, get a hold of yourself!

A good cop - needlessly cut down

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