advice to you
is crawl back to your little stone
in Detroit
before you get squashed, OK?
- Please step away from the table.
- Gotta go now, Vic.
- Nice meeting you again.
- Yeah.
Catch you later, Vic.
I can't wait.
Don't I know you guys?
You look so familiar.
Detective Foley,
this is becoming very irritating.
Why are you bothering
Victor Maitland?
I had a friend, Michael Tandino,
who used to work for him.
Maitland had him killed. When I can
prove it you'll be the first to know.
Forget what you can prove,
talk to me.
OK. Listen. Everybody knows Victor
Maitland is a hotshot art dealer.
But I poked around.
Art's not the only thing he deals.
I saw some guys in his warehouse
unloading a crate
of German bearer bonds.
Michael Tandino had bonds
like this on him, coincidentally,
when he was killed.
Just because Maitland invests
in the same bonds
doesn't mean he's a killer.
The man's not an investor,
he's a smuggler,
be it bonds, 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