Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-lt's okay. -Well, the streets will be safer...

Okay. You're all right, partner. You're all right. All right. Hang on. Okay.

-That's not what I think. -You think red?

I'm too old for this shit.

-What are we talking about? -Word.

-Delores. You remember me? l remember you.

You son of a bitch!

Oh, another one?

-Breathe! God, don't do this. -He's dead, Rog.

Holy shit. Son of a bitch.

That means I'm staying with the force, baby.

-Well, l meant red. -You sure?

Ever heard of the word "genocide," huh? You stupid motherfuckers?

You better tell me where this gun's from or l'll blow your head off.

You take an ad out in the paper?

This way! Over there!

İo e tə, Linda, cominceremo tutto da capo...

Jesus. Who are you?

-Hey, Lorna. -Yeah?

-Hey, l'm having that. -You quit!

Sorry. l was just looking at it.

Can we speed this up? You may have nothing to do. l have things to do.

You know, if we all take a different direction, it'd be like old times.

Cut it out. Just give it up, okay?

Well, you should take it to Chin.

-Hey, we're back. We're back. -Yeah. Yeah.

Nobody backs out.

The bomb squad never gets here on time. It's eight minutes and 31 seconds.

Hey, I thought you quit, huh? -l did.

-What? -Never mind. One, two, three.

Is that a good enough reason for you?

-You're edgy? Here. That stuff about the drug dealer....

Split. Get out of here.

Here, step into my orifice.

-lt's a .38, Riggs. -That's a .38?

You know what future a cop has, Murph? None.

Not that one! Mm-mm!

-Not too close. -Pfft!

On a sesame-seed bun. Very illegal.

- Can we get a cop? - Where did you come from?

Now we got a relationship we can build on

- Come on, you guys. Come on, out. - You can't do this.

-How'd you find us, huh? -My police scanner.

-l'm a master of it. -Well, that figures.

Look around. This is my dream and it's all coming true.

That's, uh, 3650 days.

But it never got there.

-Riggs! Hey, just relax, Riggs. -Relax?

Son of a-- l'm gonna suck his eyes out through his nose.

Riggs, Homicide.

-What are we talking about? -Well, it's back here.

-Central, where's Riggs? Six-William-Six.

He's okay, he's okay. He's gonna make it. He's alive.

-l got plans for my retirement. -Yeah, plans.

Get back to work.

Well, who the hell is that?

But, uh, he's talked of nothing but you all week.

-Hey, Roger, Roger. Not now, Leo.

Look, why don't you let me in on this? I can help you.

Leo, what is it?

Leak in his diff. About to drop his drive shaft. No wonder there's a bomb.

Ex-cop killers.

He's dead, Rog. Don't mess with it, man.

There's winners and there's losers, and God wouldn't do that to me.

-Not even a good spare. -Yeah.

Pivot right, kick with your left...

We need a new fucking dog.

SON OF A BITCH!

How many men you think he has?

- How you doing, Mr. Fisher? - Hey, Nick.

Now, don't run, because he'll only chase you down and kill you.

What is this place?

Now we got a relationship we can build on

-Jaywalking. -Ask for his license.

He would have drilled you, me, anybody that came along, all right?

But I need ammo, the good stuff. You’ll get the ammo, the good stuff.

I can't believe this. Okay, this is great.

Hey, hey. Let's not mess with this. Wait for the bomb squad.

-Hey, hey, hey, Riggs. -What's the matter with you?

We can put our initials in there. Yeah?

-Captain. Riggs. Murtaugh.

You're lucky. What is it, .22?

Hey, Riggs. You all right? -Ha!

It looks like Beirut to me. Let's get the hell out of here.

-Like that. -Yeah, that's it. Follow the head round.

What happens to you, happens to me.

-He's dead, Rog. -Fucking breathe!

Yeah, that's right. They knew police procedures.

Get up. We don't need this.

...who wants a favor.

I'll show you. Here.

You don't know? A guy got his thumb shot off by a dumdum.

I really wanna help you, if you'll let me. Let me.

Maybe not, but look. Watch.

- Getting enough fiber in your diet? - I'm getting enough fiber.

-l know you're not. Rog, no! -Of that kung fu shit?

-People cross the street when they see me. -l didn't have enough time.

So tell me about Travis.

I'm gonna drill him. We can make it look like suicide.

Son of a bitch.

-Without my glasses. -You're no help.

Here, boy. Come on. We're waiting for the dog. Just hold it, hold it.

Be right there.

Come on, you have to blow it out. Come on.

Don't do that shit to me.

Yeah, he's a royal pain in the ass with a lot of connections.

You're coming with me.

That's a dog. It's a fucking dog.