drugs or whatever.
The crate I saw
didn't even pass through customs.
Maitland is paying
to get his shipments out
before they're inspected.
When his guys get it, they take
the drugs or bonds out of the crates
and they send it back before customs
even knows what's going on.
- And you witnessed this?
- Everything except for the drugs.
But I found coffee grounds
everywhere.
- Coffee grounds?
- What does that mean?
Drugs are packed in coffee.
The scent throws off the dogs.
Very good. Now what do we do?
Look, Detective Foley, I...
I'm sorry.
I'd really like to help you.
If you'd found the drugs,
that's one thing,
but if your only evidence is coffee,
we can't get a search warrant.
We can get around that.
We don't ''get around''
search warrants.
Taggart, I want you
to start checking this out.
Start with the LAPD,
the FBI and the Customs Service.
Wait a minute.
Maitland is much smarter than that.
We snoop around, he'll close down
and get his shipments from elsewhere.
Really? Is that what your
extensive experience tells you?
I haven't been on the force...
Shit.
- Is this the man?
- Yes, sir.
The gentleman that crashed
through Victor Maitland's window?
Who disabled an unmarked unit
with a banana?
Yes, sir.
Who lured Taggart and Rosemont
into a gross dereliction of duty
at a striptease establishment?
It's Rosewood, sir.
Yes, sir.
Is this the gentleman
who ruined the buffet
at the Harrow Club today?
Yes, sir.
I just bet you are the pride
of your department in Detroit.
Lieutenant,
I'd like to see you in your office.
Yes, sir.
Is this the man who wrecked the
buffet at the Harrow Club today?
- Lower your voice.
- Can he hear me through the wall?
Yes, he can.
Rosewood, take Detective Foley
back to his hotel room,
watch him pack,
and escort him to the city limits.
Then you can give him his gun back.
The two charges of disturbing the
peace have been dropped against you.
But if you return to Beverly Hills,
the charges will be reinstated
and you will be prosecuted
to the limit of the law.
- Sir, may I say something?
- What?
He seems to have enough...
You want to tell that to the chief?
- No, sir.
- Then I suggest you get moving.
Come on, Axel.
Right. Let me check on that tomorrow
and get back to you.
Thank you.
- Hi.
- Victor, hi.
- Sit down. I'm not interrupting?
- Of course not.
There's a gentleman in town
from Detroit
who says he's a friend
of Michael Tandino.
He came by the office yesterday and
asked me all sorts of odd questions.
Excuse me, darling.
I believe his name is Foley.
Since you were a friend of Michael,
I was wondering
if you knew the fellow.
We grew up in the same neighbourhood.
Really? Have you seen him lately?
He came in yesterday.
What? He came by here?
And?
He told me that Mikey
had been killed.
Yes. Yes, I know.
- And then?
- That's it.
He left and I haven't seen him since.
Jenny, darling,
do you know where he's staying?
I have some information
which might be helpful for him.
No, I have no idea.
I hope I didn't disturb you.
- No problem.
- We'll have dinner soon, yes?
- That'd be lovely.
- Take care.
I read the manifests. They're
expecting another shipment in today.
Bogomil...
This is a chance for me and you
to blow this case wide open.
I wish I could, but I can't.
Why?
Because Bogomil would kill me.
I'm not going to drive you
to the art gallery.
It's easy. Jenny will let us in
Maitland's warehouse.
The shipment arrives, we nail them.
- How can you be sure it'll be drugs?
- I got a hunch.
A technique by which many crimes
outside Beverly Hills get solved.
Why didn't you tell Bogomil
about this shipment?
He does everything by the book.
Is everybody in this town a robot?
This thing is very personal to me.
All he asked me to do
was drive you out of town.
Now I'm going to screw that up, too.
Billy, I love you.
I just fell in love with you.
Jenny, how are you?
This is my buddy Billy