doing? I have some questions
about Michael Tandino.
Speak to you later, darling.
What, may I ask,
is your interest in Mr Tandino?
He was my best friend. He visited me
in Detroit a couple of days ago.
Soon after he got there,
someone killed him.
Oh, my God. That's terrible.
It's fucked up.
And? What do you wish to know?
- He worked for you, didn't he?
- Yes, yes, he did.
Good gracious!
I'm really sorry to hear this.
Would you like to sit down?
Can I get you anything?
- No, I'm all right.
- How on earth did this happen?
Detroit is a very violent city,
isn't it?
Yeah.
I do hope the police have procured
some intelligent leads.
Exactly what did Mikey do for you?
I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name.
My name is Foley.
Excuse me, Mr Foley,
if I appear a little rude,
but this sounds like something
for the authorities in Detroit.
So, if you'll forgive me,
I must get back to work.
- All I want to know is...
- Please show Mr Foley to the door.
- Get the fuck off me.
- Hey, take it easy.
Get off me, man.
Get the fuck off me. Get off!
Get the fuck off me, man. Get off!
Get off me. Think I'm playing games?
I'm fucking somebody up.
What the fuck is this shit?
Did you see that?
I can describe them all.
Put your hands
on the hood of the car.
- What's with you guys?
- You heard him, sir. Do it now.
What kind of shit is this?
Wait a second.
You're arresting me
for getting thrown out of a window?
I got thrown out of a window, man!
Gun, partner!
Sir, you're under arrest.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say will be used
against you in court.
You have the right
to have an attorney.
I understand the rights.
This is bullshit.
I got thrown out of a window.
- Get in the car.
- What's the charge?
Possession of a concealed weapon
and disturbing the peace.
I got thrown out of a window!
What's the charge for getting
pushed out of a car, jaywalking?
This is bullshit!
You know, this is the cleanest and
nicest police car I've ever been in.
It's nicer than my apartment.
Officers, if we see any movie stars
could you point them out to me?
That's enough talking.
OK, that's cool.
This is nice.
It's about time. I thought
you'd forgot me. I was hungry.
I've never seen a cell with a phone.
Could I stay cos I ordered pizza?
Somebody'll eat it.
Have a seat right over there, please.
I'm Sergeant Taggart and this
is my partner, Detective Rosewood.
Do you always treat visitors
from out of town like this?
Why didn't you say you were a police
officer when you were arrested?
Where do you get off
arresting somebody
for getting thrown out of a window?
Six witnesses say you started
tearing up the place,
then jumped out the window.
You believe that? What the fuck
are you, cops or doormen?
We're more likely to believe
an important local businessman
than a foul-mouthed jerk.
Foul-mouthed? Fuck you, man.
- 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