Watch your mouth.
- Don't square off on me.
- Don't push me.
- Fuck you, man.
Taggart!
- Yes, sir.
- Come here.
Sir...
I apologise for striking you.
I have no excuse.
Forget about it.
I am Lieutenant Bogomil of
the Beverly Hills Police Department.
Do you wish to file charges
against Sergeant Taggart?
Is this a joke?
Do you wish to file charges
against this officer for assault?
Where I'm from, cops don't
file charges against other cops.
No, I don't want to do that.
In Beverly Hills,
we go strictly by the book.
Why didn't you inform us
when you came to town?
I'm on vacation.
Then why were you
in Victor Maitland's office?
I had to go to the bathroom.
It looked like a nice clean place.
- Always take your gun on vacation?
- Don't know. Never been on vacation.
But, in Detroit,
cops must always carry a firearm.
If you want to carry a gun,
go back there.
I really can't wait to get back.
Is that so? I just spoke
to Inspector Todd in Detroit.
Does that name ring a bell?
- He's my boss.
- You may not be welcome back.
He says you're
an outstanding young detective.
I find that difficult to believe.
It's true.
He also says he nearly fired you.
I find that very easy to believe.
What are you doing here?
I'm on vacation.
I went to the bathroom
and six guys threw me out a window.
Inspector Todd gave me a message
for you. Wanna hear it?
No.
He says if you're here
investigating the Tandino murder,
don't bother coming back.
If we inform him
you are working on this case,
he'll have you fired.
One last time, what are you doing?
I'm on vacation!
Vacation.
Rosewood, take Mr Foley
over to the courthouse
and let him arrange for bail.
Follow me, sir.
I got to hand it to you guys,
you are extremely polite.
Pretty good punch you got, Taggart.
After you.
After you.
You guys are so sweet, you know that?
Thanks for bailing me out, Jen.
If I'd known why you'd been arrested,
I wouldn't have come.
- You don't mean that.
- No, I don't mean that.
If it wasn't for Victor Maitland,
I'd be a waitress.
The day Mikey got killed, he showed
up with a bag of German bearer bonds.
I think he stole them
from whoever killed him.
When I mentioned Mikey's name,
Maitland threw me out.
You look like a hoodlum. You barge
into his office, carrying a gun.
If I didn't know you,
I'd throw you out.
Is this your car?
No. In Beverly Hills
we just take the closest one.
I remember you used to drive
that crappy blue Chevy Nova.
What are you driving now?
The same crappy blue Chevy Nova.
Do you think it's too late
for me to study art?
Axel, why were you bothering Victor?
You don't think he has anything
to do with Mikey's death?
No, I was just poking around.
I don't think he did nothing.
Victor is one of the top art dealers
in the US, he has been for ten years.
I'm impressed.
- What are you looking at?
- The cops, they're following us.
What? Where?
In the back, on the right.
Beige Ford.
Can you believe this place?
How can you afford this?
They only charged me
the single-room rate.
- How can you afford that?
- I can't.
In the bathroom they got little robes
with the hotel's initials on it.
I love this place, I can't leave.
- I'm going to steal one. Want one?
- No.
You want some slippers?
I'm going to steal them, too.
Excuse me, two seconds.
Hello, room service?
This is Mr Axel Foley in suite 1035.
I'd like to order something
from your late supper menu.
I want you to deliver it
to this beige Ford on Wilshire.
Send down one bay shrimp
salad sandwich. OK?
Right. And is the cold poached salmon
in dill sauce tasty?
OK, send one of those down.
And send down something for dessert.
All right. Thank you.
You're quite a sport.
How long are you going to stay?
Until I find out who killed Mikey.
And I'm considering checking out
the warehouse where he worked.
Really?
How you planning on getting in?
- Good evening, sir.
- What is that?
Late supper,
compliments of