to you.
Let's get this mop trimmed.
Stop shaving with a pocketknife,
and next time you eat your lunch...
put it in your stomach,
not on your uniform.
You're a disgrace to this department
and that badge.
You're late, Jerry.
I saw your announcement about my
so-called million-dollar contribution.
Do yourself a favour, friend.
Try the lottery.
The lottery I can fix.
Our problem is Mayor Parvin.
I'm afraid he is not
"going gentle into that good night."
Say what?
That he is not responding
to our pressure to resign.
We're gonna have to push him
over the edge.
Your million-dollar contribution
will insure his presence at your party.
Just make sure he turns into
a drug-crazed idiot, with pictures.
Once he's politically dead,
Commissioner Kirkpatrick...
will be a shoo-in to replace him
in the next election.
You and I will split control
of the city.
You will monopolize all pornography.
Half the poor dumb sheep in Los Angeles
will be forking over money...
to buy your sleaze...
while the other half will be funding me
with the means to fight it.
Reverend...
you got balls as big as church bells.
Thank you.
Jonathan, I do not trust that man.
Thank goodness he trusts me.
That socially-retarded hedonist...
actually believes he's going
to be alive tomorrow.
Where's Joe Friday?
It's no use.
These knots are too tight.
Untie the girl.
She's coming with me.
You hypocrite. If you were decent,
you'd let her go and kill me instead.
Instead?
But, my dear Sergeant Friday,
I'd always planned on killing you.
How do you see yourself
going down in history?
Pagan or reverend,
devil or angel?
Why, both, of course.
One can't exist without the other.
Without the Jerry Caesars,
there'd be no moral outrage.
What's the good of moral outrage...
unless you have something tangible
to direct it against?
By this time tomorrow,
thanks to that poison gas...
you've been tracking
like some flu-ridden bloodhound...
Mr Caesar will be sitting
in that big Jacuzzi in the sky...
and I'll control both sides
of the equation.
Sure, but like every other psycho
in this city with a foolproof plan...
you've forgotten you're facing the
finest fighting force ever assembled.
The Israelis?
Try the decent, hardworking
men and women of Los Angeles.
Forgotten about them?
My dear Sergeant...
I'm absolutely counting on them.
- Joe.
- [Whirley Laughs]
Joe?
[Friday]
You may have taken a wrong turn,
but there's time to straighten out.
You're the one that's gonna
straighten out, cop...
all the way down the mountain.
Let's go, Streebek.
Just relax and hold on tight.
Tighter!
Pretend I'm Connie. Ooh!
Look out! Look out!
There's no road here.
No road. Look out!
Look, there's the mayor.
Pretty clever of Whirley manoeuvring
him up here to Caesar's party.
He's got both people
he wants to eliminate in one place.
Hey, isn't that Whirley's car?
Good evening, Reverend.
Child.
I don't see Connie.
- The next car comes, follow me in.
- Wait. You can't go in there.
- When did you become Miss Manners?
- First, you don't have a warrant.
Penal Code 836: A police officer
may make an arrest without a warrant...
if he believes there's probable cause...
You're not a police officer any more.
I hate to be the one to break
that to you, but it's the truth.
You charge in there now,
you'll never get your badge back.
Whirley's the only one
that knows where Connie is.
He'll tell or I'll shove that collar
so far down his throat...
I'll have to take off his shoes
to wring his neck.
You're not thinking like a cop any more.
You're thinking like a man in love.
Watch your language, mister!
Oh, Joe, l...
You've never had these feelings before,
have you?
Almost.
I had a kitten once.
This is gonna be a little different.
Connie won't be sleeping in a box...
or meowing all night
or climbing up your drapes.
Or maybe she will. You both are sort of
starting from scratch with this thing.
Get out of my