Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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