The Naked Gun 2 and a Half: The Smell of Fear Page #6

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We found this wallet

on the curb outside the Institute.

We haven't examined it thoroughly.

It just came down from the lab.

"Hector Savage". From Detroit.

I remember this pug.

Ex-boxer.

His real name was Joey Chicago.

Yeah. He fought

under the name of Kid Minneapolis.

I saw Kid Minneapolis fight once,

in Cincinnati.

No, that's Kid New York.

He fought out of Philly.

He was killed in the ring in Houston

by Tex Colorado.

- The Arizona Assassin.

- Yeah, from Dakota.

- Was it North or South?

- North.

South Dakota was his brother.

From West Virginia.

You sure know your boxing.

All I know is:

never bet on the white guy.

- You've got an address?

- The card says, "Monique De Carlo".

"210 Bleckman Street."

That's the red-light district. I wonder

why Savage is hanging out down there.

Sex, Frank?

No, not right now, Ed.

We've got work to do.

The address we had for De Carlo

was in the city's Little Italy.

We went there, hoping it would

lead us to Hector Savage

and lead us to a clue

that would break the case wide open.

That's the cops.

You've got to get rid of them.

All right, I'll handle it.

Quick, hide in the basement.

You'll be safe down there.

- Ed.

- Frank.

- Red van.

- Yes, I know.

Jane said that she saw a red van

outside the Institute before the explosion.

- Let's take him down.

- No, he's not working alone.

- Bug the van. See where it goes.

- Good thinking.

- Nordberg!

- No problem.

Lieutenant Frank Drebin, Police Squad.

This is my Captain, Ed Hocken.

- Is this some kind of bust?

- It's very impressive, yes...

But we need to ask you

a few questions.

Listen. We're looking for

Hector Savage. Where is he?

Why should I tell you?

Because I'm the last line of defense

between sleaze like this

and the decent people in this town.

Hi, Frank. We got that D-83 Swedish

Sure-Grip Suck Machine you ordered.

It's a gift.

Frank, come here. Quick!

It's Savage. He's on the move.

What? Hey!

Hey! Stop, stop! I'm a police officer!

Let's go. But remember,

we can't let him spot us.

Pull over!

Nordberg's bugging device

is right on the money.

I'm not kidding! Stop!

Sh*t!

He's changing direction. Stop the car.

Oh, no!

- He's getting closer.

- We should see him any minute.

Keep your eyes peeled.

Oh, no!

Look, he's real close now.

Step on it!

Help! Stop, stop!

Frank, stop!

Stop right now! I've had it!

I said stop!

Help!

Drebin, Police Squad.

What do we have?

It's a tense situation.

Savage is holed up in that house.

- Says he's got hostages.

- He could be bluffing. Anything else?

Yeah. That red van is registered

to one Quentin Hapsburg.

Well, it looks like the cows

have come home to roost.

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