Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Fired? Riggs, what did you do?
Come on. Who did it?
You're gonna smack the shit out of me, right?
-Okay, man, just trying to help. -Just get back.
Hey, I'm with you now. Look, l'm right here.
Beautiful, huh?
They tried to take my appendix. They gave me a lapotomy.
-Yeah, damn right l did. -Careful, she's Internal Affairs.
-Your place? -Well, that's where l am.
Oh, shit!
-You own your own house, doc? -What?
That's great. I take one for you, and that's what you tell me?
-Three? -Yeah, three.
-Fuck you. -l don't think so.
Yeah? Yeah, we're practically--
Look, l don't wanna hear that anymore.
Here, step into my orifice.
I don't care. I don't care.
Leo's here. l'll take care of it. I'll make a couple calls.
Why don't you spend a couple more years, think it over. Why quit?
Put your foot down!
Goddamn it!
Son of a bitch.
I hate dogs, Riggs.
-Word, Riggs. -Word, Rog.
You were required to share it with me.
Let me tell you something, okay? You're fired. All right. Have a nice day.
...to a more secured location. Shit.
And l'll be there to escort you out in a minute.
-See you soon. Thanks a lot. Don't mention it.
Happy retirement, Daddy
How could you do that to me?
- Morning, Rog. - How you doing?
Why? -Why?
Shit, Riggs. This time we wait for the bomb squad.
I'm Chaos and he's Mayhem. We're a double act.
Nobody who works for me goes into business for themselves.
Come on. The whole force is bent.
What the fuck--? -Hey!
-Yeah. Right down here. Went through. -Oh.
A beauty. Yeah, l'm coming.
Two days? All right, we'll keep him two days.
Sorry, Murph. But l'm just getting started.
This great? Okay? Okay?
-He could check this out. -That's all I'm good for? Takes slugs--
-Police! Freeze! Hey!
Oh, that's great. Huh-huh. That's great. Thank you.
-Beautiful. -Very nice.
-l don't know. -They didn't take it upstairs.
Hey, hey, hey. Right behind you, baby. That's right. Take a good look.
You haven't met his daughter, Lorna Doone.
Hey, come on. Breathe. Oh, God.
All units. All units. Code 2, high.
Where the fuck do you think you're going? Let's go.
After the guns were stolen, lnternal Affairs moved the confiscated ammunition.
-He's with us? -Did l say that?
-Do you know how to fill one of these out? -A long time ago. Let me see.
Just a minute. You can't go in there. You don't have a pass.
Guns, ammo, drugs, cash. It's a one-stop shopping center.
Confiscated by a truant officer of the L.A. School Board, October 1 990.
You're already fucking history and you know it.
Okay, we've gotta go, sarge. -Okay.
We can do it your way if you'd like.
Afternoon, captain.
Of course I won't
-Oh, yeah, you've got some good taste. -When l was 1 2.
-Rog? -What?
A DUMP DUMP wound can be very serious.
It looked mutual. Wipe that lipstick off before the guys at the station start talking.
You've been shot in the arm. Let her take it. You'll get it back.
Armor-piercing bullets, yeah. Cop killers.
Cover you, cover Riggs. Cover everybody.
Okay, okay. Just wanna make sure.
lt's the people to look at the house. -And our broker.
Riggs, what are you thinking? What are you thinking, Riggs? Riggs.
Damn. Riggs, the ammo. Get out of there.
It's true. Hey, it's true. True.
-He hurt his back. -Hurt my back this morning lifting weights.
There's a hat in the closet.
I'm telling you--
Look at the front kick. Look at that.
...but the cops are all over you, man.
William Phelps, armored-car suspect. He's been moved to interrogation.
I don't think that's a good idea. You shouldn't rush this.
-He talked to me first. -Leo, Leo.
-He's dead. -How'd they get it out of here?
-Pico Station. -Thanks, pal.
Look, so long as l get an invite to the Casa de Murtaugh, I'm happy.
This is Herman Walters, chief of intelligence.
Of course I won't
Back me up, Riggs!
Here, boy. Here, boy.
Open the door.
Hey. Hey, Hey, Hey, Riggs..
What? What? -Guns.
Riggs, yes, I do. l wanna hear it.
-No. -Give me that.
-Riggs, there's five of them, man. -Yeah, I know.
I'm springing for the soap. Nothing too fancy. That's a cute dog.
-Yeah, well, I can end it. -You know what?
Pump-action. 1 2-gauge.
-ls that so? -Don't hit him.
-Rog, please. -Forget the cappuccino.
That's good, Murphy. See how easy that was?
osns hahhaha
Oh, he's a friend of yours?
-Riggs, how's Murtaugh? -He's good. He's fine.
Scheduled for destruction by the L.A.P.D. six weeks ago.
Sums me up today
I think I should try and make friends with him.
You got ice in your veins. You ever kill a boy like Nick?
And l will not make a stupid mistake.
What's a dumdum wound?
No, I'm chaos and he's mayhem...we're a double act.
This look like a dumdum wound?
-Yes. A lot of years. That's a lot.
...how did you find us?
I think the best thing you could do is leave him alone.
Now, you've all seen these vests stop a .357 magnum bullet, haven't you?
-Relax, Mr. Getz. -l'm fine. Nothing wrong with me.
- ls she fired? - Yes, she's fired.
Grant them both pardon and everlasting rest.
Cut, cut, cut! Who the fuck is this lunatic?
-They can't trace it. -Well, now, heh--
...that my retirement's gonna screw you up.