Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Riggs! Hey, just relax, Riggs. -Relax?
You know what future a cop has, Murph? None.
Okay. You're all right, partner. You're all right. All right. Hang on. Okay.
Yeah, he's a royal pain in the ass with a lot of connections.
-Hey, we're back. We're back. -Yeah. Yeah.
-Hey, hey, hey, Riggs. -What's the matter with you?
But, uh, he's talked of nothing but you all week.
-He's dead, Rog. -Fucking breathe!
The bomb squad never gets here on time. It's eight minutes and 31 seconds.
So tell me about Travis.
-Delores. You remember me? l remember you.
Pivot right, kick with your left...
He would have drilled you, me, anybody that came along, all right?
-Without my glasses. -You're no help.
-Central, where's Riggs? Six-William-Six.
Not that one! Mm-mm!
-Hey, Roger, Roger. Not now, Leo.
Hey, Riggs. You all right? -Ha!
Get up. We don't need this.
-Captain. Riggs. Murtaugh.
Ever heard of the word "genocide," huh? You stupid motherfuckers?
-How'd you find us, huh? -My police scanner.
-Ah! -Ow!
Jesus. Who are you?
- Can we get a cop? - Where did you come from?
I really wanna help you, if you'll let me. Let me.
-Jaywalking. -Ask for his license.
Son of a-- l'm gonna suck his eyes out through his nose.
We can put our initials in there. Yeah?
-Not even a good spare. -Yeah.
Don't do that shit to me.
Come on, you have to blow it out. Come on.
- How you doing, Mr. Fisher? - Hey, Nick.
Look, man....
-Well, l meant red. -You sure?
-What are we talking about? -Word.
Cut it out. Just give it up, okay?
-People cross the street when they see me. -l didn't have enough time.
Son of a bitch.
I can't believe this. Okay, this is great.
Hey, Murphy.
Leak in his diff. About to drop his drive shaft. No wonder there's a bomb.
SON OF A BITCH!
Look, why don't you let me in on this? I can help you.
Get back to work.
Nobody backs out.
He's okay, he's okay. He's gonna make it. He's alive.
You're coming with me.
Now, don't run, because he'll only chase you down and kill you.
I need ammo
I'm gonna drill him. We can make it look like suicide.
You take an ad out in the paper?
Sorry. l was just looking at it.
That's a dog. It's a fucking dog.
Hey, I thought you quit, huh? -l did.
-What are we talking about? -Well, it's back here.
Riggs, Homicide.
Very good.
Ex-cop killers.
On a sesame-seed bun. Very illegal.
-l got plans for my retirement. -Yeah, plans.
Hi, Billy.
-What? -Never mind. One, two, three.
But it never got there.
Here, step into my orifice.
İo e tə, Linda, cominceremo tutto da capo...
We need a new fucking dog.
What happens to you, happens to me.
I'm too old for this shit.
Now we got a relationship we can build on
Oh, another one?
-l'm a master of it. -Well, that figures.
Holy shit. Son of a bitch.
-Not too close. -Pfft!
- Getting enough fiber in your diet? - I'm getting enough fiber.
-You're edgy? Here. That stuff about the drug dealer....
Well, who the hell is that?
You son of a bitch!
-Like that. -Yeah, that's it. Follow the head round.
Thanks.
-Breathe! God, don't do this. -He's dead, Rog.
Split. Get out of here.
It looks like Beirut to me. Let's get the hell out of here.
Yeah, that's right. They knew police procedures.
Now we got a relationship we can build on
-lt's a .38, Riggs. -That's a .38?
-Hey, Lorna. -Yeah?
How many men you think he has?
This way! Over there!
What is this place?
Hey!
Leo, what is it?
Hey. Hey!
Hey, hey. Let's not mess with this. Wait for the bomb squad.
Can we speed this up? You may have nothing to do. l have things to do.
...who wants a favor.
That's, uh, 3650 days.
Look around. This is my dream and it's all coming true.
-lt's okay. -Well, the streets will be safer...
-l know you're not. Rog, no! -Of that kung fu shit?
He's dead, Rog. Don't mess with it, man.
-That's not what I think. -You think red?
You don't know? A guy got his thumb shot off by a dumdum.
Be right there.
Get them up.
Well, you should take it to Chin.
But I need ammo, the good stuff. You’ll get the ammo, the good stuff.
You know, if we all take a different direction, it'd be like old times.
I apologize.
Is that a good enough reason for you?
-Hey, l'm having that. -You quit!
- Come on, you guys. Come on, out. - You can't do this.
Here, boy. Come on. We're waiting for the dog. Just hold it, hold it.
That means I'm staying with the force, baby.
There's winners and there's losers, and God wouldn't do that to me.
You're lucky. What is it, .22?
I'll show you. Here.
- Out! - Okay.
Stop!
Huh?
Maybe not, but look. Watch.
You better tell me where this gun's from or l'll blow your head off.