your concern any more.
- We will nail him by tonight.
- For what?
Wherever he is, he's doing something
dirty. We find Gonzales, we find a crime.
(Ray) Gonzales, here we come!
- 30 days and we're outta here.
- Uh-huh. And we go out heroes.
It's a lot heavier than I remembered.
Gonzales has an Uzi.
They aren't effective
if you get shot in the face.
I need it for lower-back support.
Wear that,
your chest will smell like your feet.
Well, in 30 days, I'll smell
like Jamaican rum and Coppertone.
- Costanzo, you get transferred to Beirut?
- Ha, ha. Meter maid.
What the hell?!
Let me guess. You got a bad back.
Seсora. Hi. We sell Tupperware.
We're looking for Julio Gonzales.
We sold him a lot of Jell-O moulds
and we can't find him.
- Would you have a forwarding address?
- I know no Julio Gonzales. Go away.
We know he lived here. Cooperate, or
you'll get a lot of trouble with inspectors.
We can have the city deliver garbage,
not pick it up.
Go away, pronto. I know nothing.
- We can go round checking green cards.
- I tell you, go away. No questions.
The owner of this slum won't be happy
if all his tenants are deported.
- The owner is Julio Gonzales.
- We'll begin by deporting you.
He...
He has a seсorita
at the Camino Real Apartments.
Maybe he's there. I don't know!
Do you need a lettuce crisper?
- Camino Real.
- One second.
Ye-e-e-es!
- You handled that so professionally.
- That's what we're trained for.
When fired upon, return the fire.
- Hey, get away from that car!
- Hey, that's a police car!
I think they know that.
- It never fooled anybody anyway.
- Ah, look at this.
- (Ray) I think it's around here.
- Camino Real... Camino... There it is.
- Ooh, bingo. Gonzales-mobile.
- Uh-huh.
So how come the bad guys
always have the good cars?
I've been thinkin'.
We should be more responsible...
...in our approach to criminal matters.
Ray.
What are you... what are you doin'?
Ray. Come on.
You're not gonna spray that car?
- I have respect for personal property.
- Yeah, and I'm Walter Peyton.
All right, so you make an instant towaway
zone. Very smart. But I don't like this.
Now we're gonna see who catches hell.
Yes! And he's gonna lead us to Gonzales.
- We're not bursting in like Elliott Ness?
- What are you talkin' about?
I'm slightly allergic to machine guns.
I'm calling for backup.
- Backup?
- Everybody else does.
- Are you sick? Come on!
- I don't want this to get out of hand.
We have an obligation to the lovely ladies
of Key West. Remember them?
The long legs, the flat bellies,
the tight buns and tan tits?
You've done things crazier than this,
and I backed you up.
Yeah, but I never got us killed. Not once.
Let's stay alive till the escrow closes on
the bar. There may be papers to sign.
Бbreme! Бbreme! Бbreme!
Police! Freeze!
Shit!
Did I come at a bad time?
- We are sometimes too enthusiastic.
- (Julio) Shoot those bastards!
Julio is such a kidder. I love this part.
Put your guns down. You're under arrest.
No hablo inglйs.
Oh. Hablo Smith and Wesson?
You have the right to remain dead.
Anything you do will be used against you.
You have the right to a coroner.
If you cannot afford one, we will
appoint a medical examiner for you.
- Good choice, pal.
- Get down. Drop it.
- That's what you call being careful?
- Are you kidding?
What is this? I have always been careful.
All these years, and behind my back
you're bein' careful?
Let's go. Come on, charm bracelet. Now.
Hey. We got something on Julio after all.
Mama. Mama!
Out here!
Hey, Gonzales. Nice legs!
- Just shoot him and let's go.
- Makin' me look bad to my people, huh?
(screams)
- Stay right where you are!
- All right. Calm down.
Don't tell me to calm down.
Just throw me your pants.
- We can't.
- We have to.
Maybe we can get him with a lucky shot.
- I can't even see him behind her.
- It's worth a try, though,