buddy.
Goodbye, Mr Foley.
- Have a nice day.
- I'll try.
Damn it.
Oh, boy.
How's that little bump
on the head I gave you in Detroit?
Healed up nice, I hope.
Freeze!
Thanks.
Tell Taggart to check out
the warehouse. I'll explain later.
Sergeant Taggart is here,
he wants to talk to you.
Shit!
Billy, what the hell is going on?
- Sorry, Sarge, I can't talk now.
- What do you mean?
Just check out the warehouse and
please don't say anything to Bogomil.
- He's not transmitting any more.
- Shit.
- What's the matter?
- Billy's doing something dumb again.
- Was he calling from the hotel?
- No, sir.
Right now, his car's heading north
on Palm Canyon Road.
- We were there this morning.
- What?
Foley was looking over
Maitland's house.
- Do you have that warehouse address?
- Yes, sir.
Check that place out, let me know
what's going on over there.
Don't talk to anybody but me.
Hold it, Foley. You're under arrest.
Billy, why are you here?
- I forced him at gunpoint.
- No, he didn't.
Everything he said about Maitland
is right. He's kidnapped a woman.
- Let's get her.
- What do you think I'm doing?
- We'll have a warrant in 20 minutes.
- She could be dead in 20 minutes.
Stop. You're coming with us.
I'm going inside.
You want to stop me, shoot me.
Me, too. You can do what you want,
but I'm going in.
This is really serious trouble.
If you're lucky,
you'll just get fired.
- Got it.
- This is my last warning.
I'm sorry, Sarge. I've got to.
Shit. Wait a minute.
- What's that?
- Looks like East Gate.
Punch it up.
Who the hell is that?
Better get Maitland up here.
Where is everybody? Is Rosewood back?
- No, sir.
- Seen Taggart?
He took off about 10 minutes ago.
Foley's on the grounds.
How the hell should I know?
Get some people out there right away.
Don't take your eyes off that screen.
Try to locate Taggart and Rosewood.
Come on.
- They must be away from the car.
- I can see that. Keep trying.
- DD-13, come in please.
- What's their 20?
609 Palm Canyon Road.
Who lives at that address?
A Victor Maitland, sir.
- Let's go around.
- Come on, we can do it. Come on.
Ready, one, two...
three!
You all right?
What the fuck am I doing here?
Drop it!
- Good shot, Billy.
- Let's go.
- Jesus Christ!
- These guys are serious.
I hate machine guns.
Cover me.
Go around front.
I'm going to check the back.
We have a report of shots fired at
that location. 609 Palm Canyon Road.
Put out a 998,
officers need assistance.
- Undercovers on scene.
- Sir?
I want all north end units to roll.
South end units stay in their area.
- Damn! Let's go.
- Undercover officers at location.
Police! You're all under arrest!
Do that again, I'll shoot you myself.
Know what I keep thinking about?
Know the end of Butch Cassidy?
Redford and Newman
are almost out of ammunition.
And the whole Bolivian army
is out in front of this little hut.
I'm going to make you pay for this.
- Hanging around?
- Fuck, no.
Freeze it! Hold it right there.
Shit!
Be careful, old boy,
it might hit me.
Freeze!
Police! You're all under arrest!
Lay down your weapons and take
two steps back with your hands up!
Very good.
Great.
What the hell's going on here?
Shit.
- What's this man doing here?
- Bleeding, sir.
How come he isn't wearing cuffs?
Well, he isn't actually
in custody, sir.
Place him in custody.
Or would you like me to?
Wouldn't you like to hear
my report first, sir?
You have a report
that explains all this?
Yes, sir.
Well, I will be very glad to hear it.
Miss Jeannette Summers, the manager
of Mr Maitland's art gallery,
accidentally discovered
what she suspected was cocaine
in the gallery's warehouse.
She immediately communicated her
discovery to Detective Axel Foley.
Detective Foley was, at the time,
cooperating in a joint
Beverly Hills-Detroit investigation.
Detectives Foley and Rosewood
proceeded to the warehouse
where Rosewood discovered
approximately 80 kilos