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 of cocaine.
Rosewood called for back-up
and I despatched our officers.
Sergeant Taggart
was the first on the scene.
Believing a felony was in progress,
Sergeant Taggart joined Rosewood,
with Detective Foley present
only as an observer,
and proceeded to enter the grounds.
In defending ourselves,
we shot several suspects,
including Mr Maitland.
You expect me to believe that report?
That's the report I'm filing, sir.
Sergeant Taggart,
why don't you tell me what happened?
Happened just like
the lieutenant said, Chief.
Well, I suppose
congratulations are in order.
Thank you, sir.
That report better be
on my desk in the morning.
Yes, sir. First thing.
You were lying your ass off.
Go to the hospital
and get your shoulder looked at.
Excuse me, sir.
Could you do me a favour, sir?
- Your favours are all used up.
- I understand.
I just hoped you could
call Inspector Todd
and straighten things out for me,
but that's all right.
I'm out of a job. It's cool.
I think I'll stay in Beverly Hills.
I'm going to start
a private investigation company.
I'll talk to Todd first thing.
- Really?
- You bet.
Thank you so much.
Hi, I'm Axel Foley
checking out of suite 1035.
One moment, sir. I'll get your bill.
Guys, you didn't have to come
to see me off, but I'm very moved.
Bogomil ordered us to make sure
you got out of town.
That doesn't matter. What matters
is that you came down here.
I'm all choked up.
I've got a lump in my throat.
Look a little misty yourself,
Taggart.
- There you go, sir.
- Thank you.
Excuse me, the Beverly Hills Police
Department is picking that up.
Get outta here.
Guys, that's the last straw.
You guys are too nice.
Do you sell those Beverly Palm robes?
- Yes, sir. $95 apiece.
- Put them on my tab.
I have to have two of them, though.
Billy, you saved my life.
I'll never be able to repay you,
but as a token of my appreciation,
I want you to have
this fine Beverly Palm robe.
Each time you get in the shower,
think about our friendship.
Think about Axel Foley.
I love you, Billy.