It's like confession. Tell us something
good, and we forgive you for bein' a loser.
Today he gets his shipment
on a flight from Colombia.
American Trans Air. Four o'clock.
- Do we tell the Sphincter Brothers?
- You wanna get shot again? Beat it.
- He's gettin' away!
- He's gettin' away! Get him!
Come on! He's gettin' away!
(Danny) We just go in, strictly low profile.
(Ray) We find the stuff, we trail it
to Gonzales, and we go out heroes.
(as Oliver Hardy) We certainly do.
- I don't believe it.
- We've been had.
That son of a bitch!
Those sons of bitches!
Work it, boy. Work it.
What you got? What you got?
Work it, boy. That's it.
OK. OK. Work it, boy. Work it.
Hey, Sarge. We got somethin' over here.
If it's pure, the street value
is approximately $3 million.
Fantastic. Fantastic. Good work.
It's bullshit!
We coulda tracked it to Gonzales.
- Lose it, we miss a media opportunity.
- We wouldn't have lost it!
There's ways to get Gonzales. When
he loses this much, he's in deep shit.
Screw Gonzales!
That's a shitty thing to do to us!
If I'm not mistaken, you two are quittin'.
What do you care?
Yeah, we have the suspect.
Yeah, they got him.
Let me make a brief announcement,
then we'll take your questions.
We have to wait for the lab report, but
this afternoon we are fairly confident...
...that we seized cocaine with an
approximate street value of $6 million.
At this time, I'd like to introduce you
to the two key officers in this arrest.
- Logan's draggin' us into his sideshow.
- I hate talkin' to newsmen.
Detectives Frank Sigliano
and Anthony Montoya.
- They'll answer a few of your questions.
- I'm outta here.
- They were apprehended an hour ago.
- Where are you holding them?
- Uh...
- They're in police custody.
This is real shit. This coke is pure shit.
- It's good shit, right?
- I mean bad shit.
Bad shit, like, this shit is bad?
Shit shit. Not worth shit. There's
barely enough coke to attract the dogs.
Anybody caught on the street
with this would get killed.
Thanks.
Let's see if there's
other flights from Colombia.
- What is this?
- We bring Bibles to the Indians...
...and return with crafts for our supporters.
OK. You may close them and
proceed through the doors up there.
Why is Gonzales smuggling
phoney dope through customs?
Something's wrong.
Look. It's Gonzales. He's got a phoney
nun and priest carrying the real coke!
- The other stuff's a decoy!
- And those assholes fell for it.
No. No!
Wait, Julio! Our luggage!
You have our bags!
- Taxi?
- Yes. We must catch that limousine.
Go!
Follow that car!
Hey!
We're not in that big a hurry.
Stop, or I'll be forced to report you.
Oh, shut your big fat face.
You're under arrest, douchebags.
Sit. Sit back. Just shut up, penguin.
The only confession you'll hear today
is when you confess to me. You got it?
47-63! In pursuit of black
Cadillac limo heading south on l-190.
Stop!
You do whatever you have to do
to get us outta here, OK?
- Is this guy crazy?
- Maybe he knows a short cut.
A little present for you, my friend.
It works! It's really bulletproof!
- Thank you, Lord!
- Thank you, Ace!
Nothing.
- The windows won't roll down.
- You asshole, Ace!
(train horn)
- Is that what I think it is?
- Uh-huh.
This might be a good time to decide
just how bad we want Gonzales.
- You're scaring the passengers.
- He's bluffin'.
- Chickenshit!
- You're nuts, man.
47-63, a roadblock has been set up
at the next exit. Use extreme caution.
47-63. Pursuit has left the interstate.
Now we're on the EI.
Try not to scrape the third rail, OK?
There's about 600 volts in there.
It's not the voltage that gets you,
it's the amps.
- How many amps are there?
- Enough to push a train.
- And shut up!
- Sit back, Zorro.
- I hate this.
- We're making good time.
- Holy...
- Shit!
- Why weren't we on that track?
- Now you're criticising my driving?
You