I take it that this is not a social call, O07.

Old ladies being bashed in the head for their Social Security checks.

food for the homeless for Beverly Hills.

The girl wants social reforms in Ishtar, which means we probably have to get rid of the Emir.

I'm Axel Foley, the Beverly Hills building investigator.

I'm chief of the Beverly Hills Police Department.

Now the magnets have the illusion

- I'm the foreman here. - You're the foreman?

- Down the hallway, right? - Along the corridor.

the connection's gonna break between the magnets.

- You got the money? - I got the money.

- She likes the car? - She loves the Ferrari,

Karla did the job and left the notes.

The ferns very definitely like the Boston Pops.

- In the bedroom. - Where, in the alligator pit?

attaches itself to the acid from the fingerprints.

The horses have now reached the starting gate.

Down the stairs.

He's serious about the way he pulled the job.

- of the Detroit Police Department. - You mean the one...