this art gallery.
The Hollis Benton Art Gallery,
Beverly Hills.
It's world famous. Ever hear of it?
Yeah, I buy all my art there.
Corner pocket, two cushions.
- 50 bucks you don't make that shot.
- Bullshit.
- 100.
- You got a bet.
- What are you gonna do?
- You're as bright as always.
20, 40, 60, 80, take it.
Have a party.
Pleasure doing business with you.
What the fuck you gonna do?
Miss, two more Scotch and sodas.
I got a great idea.
I got a great idea.
Let's steal a car.
Are you serious?
I'm a fucking police officer.
I can't steal cars no more.
How many times
have you stolen a car, man?
A fucking Cadillac!
Driving on the expressway
like two fucking maniacs.
I remember you went to jail for that.
- No, it was state school.
- That's jail when you're 15.
That ain't jail, man. That's like
day camp compared to jail.
How come you didn't tell on me
when you got caught?
You don't know?
- You don't know?
- No.
Because I love you, man.
One more round.
Hold still. Mike, I gotta open
the door, OK? Balance yourself.
Here we go, Mike.
I'm opening the door now, OK?
Here we go.
Axel!
Hey, Mikey, where have you been?
What's up, Zack?
What have you got there, Mikey?
What is this? Your laundry?
I swear,
I was going to bring 'em back.
- You got lost?
- No.
I came to see my friend. I had 'em
with me. I figured, you know...
- What you doing?
- What am I supposed to do, Mikey?
There was a whole box of them. I
didn't think anybody'd miss a couple.
I figured I'd take 'em...
- Shut up.
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
No, shut up.
- Man, please.
- Just shut up, Mikey.
I swear...
I swear, if you ever show
your face out there again...
- Ever.
- I won't. I promise you. I'm sorry.
I fucked up, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- Ever.
- I'm sorry.
Axel, go to the hospital and get
that bump on your head checked out.
- My head is all right, man.
- It's not a request, Axel.
Boss. Boss...
Can I talk to you for a minute?
I heard you got Rand on this case.
He doesn't know the time of day.
Don't mess with me.
He hasn't left his desk in 12 years.
At least he's had 12 years.
Anyway, it's a homicide case and it
belongs to Rand. Go to the hospital.
- Can I ask around a bit?
- Don't do a thing.
You're skating on thin ice as it is.
We're talking about a friend of mine!
Yes, we are, aren't we?
Let's take a close look at that.
One, a hoodlum friend.
Two, a professional hit.
Three, in a cop's apartment.
This whole thing
stinks to high heaven.
- Why a professional hit?
- I didn't just walk into this town.
Whoever killed your friend
wasn't worried about you.
If they were, you'd be lying
beside him in that meat wagon.
Don't do a damn thing.
Stay out of this.
I'm owed some vacation time.
I want to take my vacation now.
Stay away from this case.
I just need a little vacation,
that's all.
All right, as soon as you finish
at the hospital, you're on vacation.
Thank you.
But if you decide
to butt into this case,
it'll be the longest vacation
you ever heard of.
- Checking in today, sir?
- That depends. This hotel expensive?
Not for Beverly Hills.
Can I get your bags for you?
Yeah, that's my bag
in the front seat.
I'm sorry, sir, we just
have nothing available tonight.
I suggest next time
you call for a reservation
at least a week in advance.
Thank you.
- Hi.
- The nerve of some people!
May I help you?
You have a reservation
for Axel Foley.
Let's see.
I'm sorry, I don't see
anything under that name.
Check Rolling Stone Magazine's
Axel Foley, that's what it is.
No, no Rolling Stone, no Axel Foley.
I'm sorry, sir.
You probably just made a mistake.
Just give me another room.
Sorry, sir,
but there are none available.
Don't you think I realise what's
going on? Who do you think I am?
If I was some hotshot
from out of town
and you'd made a reservation mistake,
I'd be the first to get a room.
I'm not some hotshot, I'm
a small reporter from Rolling Stone,
here