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Listen to me.
Killing a few hostages is not sufficient.

The Americans must be made to suffer.
We must humiliate them.

You do not go far enough,
General Amin.

We must strip their entrails out
and drive them to Damascus,

until they include us
in the peace process.

Nonsense. This solution
is not bold enough for Libya.

I say, wipe out Washington
and New York.

What? And spoil three years
of good public relations.

The Americans believe I'm a nice guy.

In some of their polls
I am more popular than their president.

Gentlemen...
This is getting us nowhere.

If we do nothing else this week,

we must conceive at least one
terrorist act that will show all the world

that the United States, the Great Satan,
is but a paper tiger!

A weak nation, a weak people,
a people ripe for destruction!

Cowards no longer willing to fight.

I knew it!

Hey, who are you?

I'm Lieutenant Frank Drebin,
Police Squad.

And don't ever let me catch
you guys in America.

38, 39, 40. It's all here.

This completes our first shipment
of heroin. 100% pure.

- It better be. All 40 kilos.
- FinaI shipment's delivered in 3 days.

- Then we'll expect payment.
- Don't worry.

Police! Throw down your guns.

Kill him.

No!

It's a great day for Americans
everywhere. This man alone...

There he is!

No, no flowers. Thank you.

Welcome home, Frank.
Good work in Beirut. We all heard.

Thank you, Ed. I want to know one thing.
Is it true about Victoria?

I'm afraid so.
She just ran off with some guy.

They got married last week.

Then it's all over.
All of this is meaningless.

I did everything for her.
And now she's gone.

You came down here
to get a hot story, didn't you?

Pictures of me to send
your lousy newspapers.

You think I'm a big hero,
the man of the hour.

Do any of you understand
how a man can hurt inside?

They're not here for you.

Weird Al Yankovic is on the plane.

What was she wearing at the wedding?

Don't torture yourself.
Just put her out of your mind.

I can't get her out of my mind.
What about the guy?

- You know anything about him?
- Not much.

Just that he's an Olympic gymnast,
and it's the best sex she's ever had.

I trusted her.
Followed my heart foolishly.

I'm going to have to learn to forget.

That's why I vacationed in Beirut,

to get her out of my mind,
find some peace.

It's not gonna be easy.

Everywhere I look
something reminds me of her.

Maybe it's just
that cops and women don't mix.

What about Nordberg?
I came as soon as I heard.

He's alive, though he's on life support.

Doctors say he's got
a 50-50 chance of living.

Though there's only
a 10% chance of that.

Mrs Nordberg, I think we can save
your husband's arm.

- Where would you like it sent?
- Frank, I'm so glad you came.

It's good to see you.
I came as soon as I heard.

- Thank you, Frank.
- You bet.

- Where's Nordberg?
- He's right here.

Right. Nordberg.
It's me, Frank. Your buddy.

I'll get it! I'll get it!

Get the switch on the bottom of the bed.

Nordberg. It's me, Frank.

Who did this to you?

I love you.

I love you, too, Nordberg.

Who were they?

- Ship... boat.
- That's right. A boat.

When you're better,
we'll go sailing together.

We'll take a cruise just like last year.

- Drugs.
- Hey, Nurse.

Give this man some drugs. He's in pain.

- Give him a shot. Quickly.
- No, no, heroin.

Heroin, Frank.

That's a pretty tall order.

You're gonna have to give me
a couple of days on that one.

My poor Nordberg.
He was such a good man.

He never wanted to hurt anyone.

Who would do such a thing?

It's hard to tell.

A roving gang of thugs? A blackmailer?

An angry husband? A gay lover?

Frank, get a hold of yourself.

Good cop. Needlessly cut down
by some cowardly hoodlum.

- No way for a man to die.
- You're right, Ed.

A parachute not opening,
that's a way to die.

Getting caught
in the gears of a combine.

Having your nuts bitten off
by a Laplander.

That's the way I want to go.

Frank. This is terrible.

Don't you worry.
Your husband will be all right.

Don't you worry about anything.
Just think positive.

Never let a doubt enter your mind.

He's right, but I wouldn't wait
to fill out those organ donor cards.

What I'm trying to say is that, Wilma,
as soon as Nordberg is better,

he's welcome back at Police Squad.

Unless he's a drooling vegetable,
but I think that's only common sense.

Wilma, can you think of any reason
why Nordberg was at the waterfront?

No. But I found this at home in a drawer.

A photograph.

I Luv You. Out of Caracas.

A Panamanian ship.

When Nordberg said, "I love you",
he was telling you the ship's name.

I realise that... now.

We'd better check this out.

I want every available man on this.

I can't spare anybody. We're in charge
of security for Queen Elizabeth's visit.

- I'm short-handed already.
- Wilma, I promise you...

Whatever scum did this, not one man
will rest for one minute until he's in jail.

Let's grab a bite to eat.

Due to the extraordinary efforts
of some of our civic leaders,

Queen Elizabeth has included
the City of Los Angeles

as one of the three cities
she will visit on her American tour.

Mayor, will the city hire additional
police officers during the Queen's visit?

We have placed the Queen's security
in the hands of Police Squad,

a speciaI division of
the Police Department,

represented here today
by Lieutenant Frank Drebin.

Thank you, Your Honour.

- Protecting the safety of the Queen...
- Louder!

- You can use my radio mike.
- Thank you.

Thank you, Your Honour. Protecting
the safety of the Queen is a task

that is gladly accepted by Police Squad.

No matter how silly the idea of having
a Queen might be to us,

as Americans, we must be
gracious and considerate hosts.

Thank you, Lieutenant Drebin.

We all have a stake in seeing

that this portion of the Queen's
American goodwill tour is...

We can all take pride that the Queen
has chosen our city to visit.

Indeed, it is for all the people,

who will be able to share
in the celebration...

...especially...

...will be...

...the Queen's public appearances.

We also would like...

Ed and I drove down to the docks where
Nordberg had been found floating.

When there are no leads,
you have to start somewhere,

and that somewhere
was the harbour area.

Please disperse! There's nothing
for you to see here. Keep moving!

- Where did they find Nordberg?
- Right out there.

- You want to take a dinghy?
- No, I did that at the press conference.

It doesn't make sense, you know.
Good policeman, bright future...

Something like this happens.

He was found by the night watchman.

We better check around.
I'll talk to the harbour master.

I'll snoop around the docks.

- Yeah?
- Lieutenant Drebin, Police Squad.

- I remember you. What do you want?
- I want to ask you some questions.

You familiar with that face?

I don't know. My memory ain't so great.

- Maybe this'll refresh your memory.
- Still kind of hazy.

- How about this?
- I remember. Why do you want to know?

- I can't tell you that.
- Maybe this'll help.

- I really don't think I should.
- You still don't think so?

His name is Nordberg. He's a cop.

He was no cop, he was dealing H.

- I'm telling you, he was dirty.
- Snivelling scum, I ought to run you in.

All right, he worked
at Ludwig's Shipping.

He tried to push something at my boys.

What are you gonna do
about it, copper?

Why should I tell you?

- Maybe this'll help?
- I still don't think I should tell you.

Can you spot me a twenty?
How about now?

I'm going down to Ludwig's office.
I'll find out if you're telling the truth.

Vincent Ludwig presided over one
of the largest corporations in the city.

A respected businessman,
a civic leader.

The Mayor had made him chairman
of the Queen's reception committee.

Now I was going to question him
on drugs

and attempted murder
on his own docks.

- Mr Ludwig.
- Yes...

Lieutenant Drebin to see you, sir.

Show him in.

- Lieutenant...
- The feeling is mutual.

Nice to meet you, too.

- Cuban?
- Dutch-Irish. My father was from Wales.

- Magnificent office you have here.
- Thank you, lieutenant.

Most of the objects in this room I have
collected over a period of many years.

A Gainsborough, Ming vases...
Priceless.

They are objects which I feel
reflect my personality.

Like the Japanese fighting fish...
Beautiful, graceful, elegant.

And yet, single-minded of purpose
and deadly when it finds what it wants.

This particular one is valued
at over $ 20,000.

A luxury item, to be certain,
but as you can see,

I am a man who appreciates
the finer things in life. This...

This is a rare samurai pen,
a gift from Emperor Hirohito.

Unbreakable, impervious
to everything but water.

- Its value is beyond estimation.
- Most fascinating.

But I'm sure you didn't pay me this visit
to hear a lecture on fine art, lieutenant.

To what do I owe the honour?

I'm investigating the attempted murder
of one of your dock workers...

A man named Nordberg,
a police officer.

- He's still alive, then?
- He was shot six times.

Fortunately,
the bullets missed vital organs,

and the salt water preserved him.

So they were able to
get him to the hospital in time?

Yes, he's in the intensive care ward
of Our Lady of the Worthless Miracle.

Well, this certainly comes
as a shock to me, lieutenant.

But I am not the kind of man
who takes this type of thing lightly

and there is no room in my organisation
for criminal activity.

Look out there!

A vast, commercial development
built by me.

Do you have any idea what was
out there just five years ago?

You bet you do. Orange groves,

acres of them,
as far as the eye could see.

Now that land is able to generate

ten times the amount of profit
per square foot.

Are you all right, lieutenant?

Let me get you some Kleenex.

Has this officer... what's his name...
Nordberg been able to...

...tell you anything?

Well, of course he hasn't been able
to tell us a thing so far,

but as soon as
he regains consciousness,

we'll see if he can still play the guitar.

I beg your pardon?

I've taken
too much of your time already...

I'll look at employment records

and speak to someone in Personnel,
if you don't mind.

Of course...
Dominique, send in Miss Spencer.

As you know, I am quite busy making

last-minute arrangements
for the royal visit,

but I'll have my assistant provide you
with anything you need.

You've been very cooperative.
I'll make a note of that in my report.

Miss Spencer, this is Lieutenant
Frank Drebin from Police Squad.

Hello, Mr Drebin...

Hello.

Her hair was the colour of gold
in old paintings.

She had a full set of curves,

and the kind of legs you'd like
to suck on for a day.

She was giving me a look
I could feeI in my hip pocket.

Yep, this was starting to get interesting.

- Nice beaver!
- Thank you.

- I just had it stuffed.
- Let me help you with that.

This should be it, lieutenant, shipping
and employment records for pier 32.

Thank you.

I've heard police work is dangerous.

It is. That's why I carry a big gun.

Aren't you afraid
it may go off accidentally?

I used to have that problem.

- What did you do about it?
- I just think about baseball.

That's a honey of an ankle bracelet
you've got there.

Did it slip down again?

I'll go through this as fast as I can and
get them back to you tomorrow, maybe.

That'll be fine. But there's no rush.
I mean, whenever you're through.

Thank you. I wish there were some way
I could repay you.

How about dinner?

I know this little out of the way place
that serves great Viking food.

That's quite a tempting offer, lieutenant.

But I have to get my rest this evening,
tomorrow being Arbor Day and all.

Of course. Perhaps some other time.

- How about a raincheck?
- Let's just stick to dinner.

Thank you for your help, Miss Spencer.

- My pleasure.
- Well?

Mr Ludwig! You startled me.

I'm sorry, my dear.

I just wanted to know if you got
the lieutenant what he wanted.

I gave him copies of the files for pier 32.

Good. That's good.

He's an intriguing fellow,
this Lieutenant Drebin, don't you think?

I don't know. I've only just met him.
He seems very nice.

Jane, I realise
this is an unusual request.

But if there is something illegal going on
in this company, I must know about it,

so we can root out any wrongdoers.

That's why I want you to... well...

...to get to know Lieutenant Drebin
a little better, find out what he knows.

Isn't this best handled by the police?

We are letting the police handle it,
my dear,

but we need to know the facts quickly,

before anything
gets into the newspapers.

Don't forget, I have a responsibility
to the stockholders.

Well, if you put it that way.

- Yes, I'll do my best.
- That's better.

I'm sure you will.

It was about 4:00 p. m.
when I returned to Police Squad.

I wanted to see what the lab boys
had come up with on Nordberg's jacket.

The one they'd found on the dock.

You can tell a lot from fibre samples
if they aren't too wet,

and I was hoping
we wouldn't come up dry.

Hey, look out!

Police! Halt!

Did anybody catch the licence plate?
Anybody get a look at the driver?

Take the names of everybody here
for questioning.

I've got to get inside.

Hi, Ed, Ted.
You got those fibre samples yet?

- We've got some action out there.
- What's up?

- We're testing that new antigraffiti wall.
- Looks like we have a few customers.

It's set to react
when the spray hits the sensors.

- You've done it again. MazeI Tov!
- Good work, Ted.

- What will you lab boys think of next?
- Now that you mention it.

Here's something we developed
only yesterday.

To the casual observer,
an ordinary shoe, but in actuality...

...quite a handy weapon.

And everything a cop in the field needs.
We call it the Swiss Army shoe.

Great. What about the fibre samples?

Let me just show you one more thing.

You see these cuff-links I'm wearing?
They're not just cuff-links.

This one fires a pin-sized dart

that knocks out your victim
for a few minutes,

but does no permanent damage.
Let me demonstrate on Ed.

Why?

Don't worry, he'll be up and around
in no time. Why don't you take a pair?

Actually,
I need another pair of cuff-links.

Good, I think you'll like them.

- You want this, chief?
- Yes, thank you, Al.

There's something on the side
of your mouth, Al. No, the other side.

As you requested, Frank, we took some
fibre samples from Nordberg's jacket.

- I'm afraid it doesn't look good.
- What do you mean?

Take a look for yourself.

- I can't see anything.
- Use your open eye, Frank.

Yeah, I can see it now.

At first glance it appears to be
only the normal cotton fibres.

But when we focused in closer,
we discovered a fine white powder.

We tested it. Pure heroin.

How well do you know Nordberg, Frank?

We were partners for nine years,
and he's my best friend.

We can't allow personal feelings
to get in the way of duty.

Are you telling me that Nordberg...

The Queen arrives
the day after tomorrow.

If the press picks this up
with Nordberg still in the force,

it would embarrass
the police and the city.

I'm sorry, Frank. I'm giving you 24 hours
to clear Nordberg.

- Mr Ludwig...
- Yes?

- A Mr Pahpshmir is here.
- Show him in.

Is there something wrong, Mr Ludwig?

No, no, it's nothing.

- Then may we get down to business?
- Certainly, have a seat.

I can carry out your request.
My price is $20 million.

The price is not a problem.

But there is some concern,
on the part of those I represent,

that you'd be able
to complete so difficult a task.

Tell me, Mr Pahpshmir,
in all the world...

...who is the most effective assassin?

Well, I would think,

anyone who manages to conceal
his identity as an assassin.

Yes, but there's
an even more ideal assassin.

One who doesn't know
he's an assassin.

- Care for some tea?
- Yes, please.

Dominique, service for two, please.

I must kill Pahpshmir.

Would that be
with cream and sugar, sir?

Mr Pahpshmir?

Cream only, please.

There's a gun on the floor, sir.

Just leave it there. It's all right.

- The tea, please.
- Of course.

Tell me, Mr Pahpshmir, have you ever
seen sensory-induced hypnosis?

I think I just have.

But how will you get her near the target?

I doubt that it will be her.

Good secretaries are hard
to find these days.

And it seems to me...

...anyone can be an assassin.

I had 24 hours
to come up with something

that would clear my good friend's name.

I went to the hospitaI
with Ludwig's records

to see if I could jog Nordberg's memory.

Dr Alford, I have Mrs Kepley's
chart if you're ready to go over it.

- When I'm finished with Mr Nordberg.
- Yes, doctor.

I'll have you out of here in a couple of...

- I'd like to see Officer Nordberg.
- I'll need you to sign...

Wait a minute...

Where's the police officer
who was on guard at that door?

- Lieutenant Drebin sent him home.
- Lieutenant Drebin?

I must kill Nordberg,
I must kill Nordberg...

Drebin, Police Squad,
let go of that pillow!

Medical emergency!

Drebin, Police Squad!
Follow that black car!

- The car! Follow that car.
- Stephanie, check your mirror...

Signal... Now pull into traffic.

Try to ease off on the brakes.

Give it some gas!

I know a short-cut. Turn left here!

- There he is!
- Easy...

- Turn right! Follow him to the right.
- It's okay...

Normally you would not be going 65

down the wrong way
of a one-way street.

Apply the brakes...

Now put it in reverse.

- You dumb broad!
- Stephanie...

Gently extend your arm...

Extend your middle finger...

Well done!

There he is! Go for it, Stephanie!

No!

Excuse me...

All right, move on... Nothing to see here!
Please disperse!

Nothing to see here, please...

The attempt on Nordberg's life
left me shaken and disturbed.

All the questions kept coming up
again and again,

like bubbles in a case of club soda.

Who was this character in the hospitaI?

Why was he trying to kill Nordberg,
and for whom?

Did Ludwig lie to me?

I had no proof, but somehow
I didn't quite trust him, either.

Why was the I Luv You
not listed in Ludwig's records?

And if it was, did he know about it?
And if he didn't, who did?

And where the hell was I?

It was almost midnight
when I got to my door.

I just wanted a glass of Bosco
and then slip under my blankets.

But my night was just about to begin.

You're late.

That depends on what I'm late for.

You said
we should have dinner sometime.

Tonight became some time!

I'm boiling a roast.

How hot and wet do you like it?

Very hot and awfully wet.

You seem to know
your way around a kitchen.

I'm just as handy
in other rooms of the house.

That shirt looks familiar.

It's yours.

I didn't want to get stained or wrinkled,
at least not yet.

Do you mind if I slip
into something more comfortable?

There, that's better.

I hope you brought your appetite.

- I brought everything.
- Well, then, dig in.

Interesting... Almost as interesting
as the photographs I saw today.

- I was young, I needed the work.
- No...

They were taken
down at Ludwig's docks.

A Panamanian ship came in...

It wasn't on Ludwig's records.

Probably an oversight.

How is your meat?

You be the judge of that.

I've got nine more.

- Have you seen that ship?
- I don't know.

It doesn't look like one of ours.
But then again, we deal with so many.

Has Officer Nordberg told you anything?

No, unfortunately
there was another attempt on his life.

He's back in a coma.

That's terrible.
This world is such a violent place.

If it wasn't, I'd be out of a job. I'd be
back on the circuit riding moto-cross.

But I'd give it all up
to live in a world without crime.

That's beautiful.

This is all happening too fast.

I've been hurt before.

I'm sorry.

I'd known her for years, we used
to go to all the police functions together.

How I loved her, but she had her music.

I think she had her music.

She hung out with the
Chicago Male Chorus and Symphony.

I don't recall her playing an instrument
or being able to carry a tune.

Yet, she was on the road
300 days out of the year.

I bought her a harp for Christmas.
She asked me what it was.

It's the same old story. Boy finds girl,
boy loses girl, girl finds boy.

Boy forgets girl, boy remembers girl,

and girl dies in a tragic blimp accident

over the Orange Bowl
on New Year's Day.

- Goodyear?
- No, the worst.

Poor dear...

Now, now... I don't want to upset you.

Frank, it's not that.
Why did you have to be so wonderful?

There's something I ought to tell you.

No! No need to tell me anything.

What's in the past
doesn't matter anyway.

Maybe...

Maybe we're just two lonely souls,
who have found each other.

Funny Face...

I want you to know I practise safe sex.

So do I.

I had a wonderful day, Frank.
I can't believe we just met yesterday.

You really mean that, Jane?

You're not just saying it
because we exchanged bodily fluids?

No, I really mean it. You're very special.

- Can I interest you in a nightcap?
- No, thank you, I don't wear them.

Actually, I'm on duty.
We're on stake-out tonight.

But I'll be thinking about you.
I'll call you tomorrow.

Okay.

Good night.

I'm telling you,
the answer is in Ludwig's office.

Call it a hunch, woman's intuition...
Ludwig knows more than he's telling us.

A hunch won't stand up in court.
Where are your hard facts?

He's the only one outside of us
who knew that Nordberg was still alive.

Next thing we know, some thug tries
to knock Nordberg off at the hospital.

That may be, but breaking into Ludwig's
office, you're taking a big chance.

I know.

You take a chance getting up,
crossing the street

or sticking your face in the fan.

Look, there he is.

All right, just trust me on this, Ed.
I know I'm right.

Okay, but be careful.

Get a good night's sleep.
I'll see you in the morning.

Bingo!

"20 million deposited, Omani Bank,
Zurich, upon proof of Queen's death"?

Entering without a search warrant,

destroying property, arson,
sexual assault with a concrete dildo...

What the hell were you
doing there in the first place?

Sorry, Your Honour,
but we have reason to believe

that Ludwig is involved
in a plot to assassinate the Queen.

That's ridiculous!
Where is this evidence?

Well, it burned in the fire.

Gentlemen,

Vincent Ludwig is one of the most
respected members of the community,

and if we're all very nice to him,
he will agree not to press charges.

- Your Honour...
- Did I make myself clear?

Yes, Your Honour, very clear. Good day.

Drebin...

I don't want any more trouble
like you had last year on the south side.

Understand?

That's my policy.

When I see five weirdoes
dressed in togas

stabbing a guy in the middle of the park

in full view of a hundred people,
I shoot the bastards.

That was a Shakespeare in the Park
production of Julius Caesar, you moron!

- You killed five actors, good ones!
- Your Honour...

Drebin, your presence at the Queen's
reception tonight will not be necessary!

Is that understood?

We understand, Your Honour.
Thank you.

...and the plane has taxied to a stop.

Any minute now,
we expect the doors to open.

And we'll get our first glimpse
of the Queen,

as she begins her first visit
to Los Angeles in over five years.

That's right, Bob, and it's a balmy,
beautifuI evening for it, too.

She'll be going straight from here to a
formaI reception hosted by the mayor,

in honour of Her Majesty...

- Jane!
- Frank.

- I'm just making dinner. Are you hungry?
- Maybe just a bite.

I just talked to Vincent Ludwig.
He wants you to meet him tonight.

Jane, I think you should know
that I visited Ludwig's place last night.

How nice! Did he show you
his priceless collection

of Ming vases and oil paintings?

Jane! I think Vincent Ludwig is involved
in a number of criminal activities.

Frank, stop it!

Ludwig is a well-respected, kind man.
Too bad you don't know him like I do.

- And how's that?
- What do you mean?

I'm sorry. I'm worried about you.

I don't trust him, and I don't want you
to get mixed up in anything dangerous.

Wung Woos? Back in business?
I thought they closed down 3 years ago.

Gee, has it been that long?
I don't feel like Chinese tonight, anyway.

It's sweet of you to be concerned,
but you're wrong about Ludwig.

He's such a gentleman,
he's so generous.

He just wants to talk with you

and clear up any doubts
that you may have about him.

- When?
- Tonight.

Meet him at the 7th Street stockyards,
near the 53rd Street entrance.

All right, but promise me
that you'll be careful.

Of course I will, Funny Face, for you.

I've got to go. I'll see you tomorrow.

Are you sure you won't
have something to eat?

Ludwig?

- Drebin?
- Yeah, I'm Drebin.

I have a message for you
from Vincent Ludwig.

Take this, you lousy scum!

I'm sorry, I can't hear you.
Don't fire the gun while you're talking.

All right! Put your gun down
and your hands up.

Matthews, stake out that end.

Adcock,
check for anyone suspicious-looking.

What are you doing here?

I just came from the stockyards, trading
shots with one of Ludwig's goons.

They're planning on
doing it tonight, here.

That's why
they're trying to knock me off.

- Right, we'd better be on the lookout.
- Excuse me, ma'am...

Security...

All right, just relax, take it easy...

- Nothing's going to happen.
- I didn't do anything...

How about this? You think we were
born yesterday? You didn't do anything?

- I've got rights...
- Look, Ed!

He's got a picture of your wife!

Ethel!

- All right, anyone else seeing his wife?
- That's okay, Frank. Let's get in.

Are you enjoying yourself, my dear?

I'm so excited to be here.

- I really do appreciate your inviting me.
- The pleasure is all mine, my dear.

And perhaps, afterwards, we can...

- Drebin!
- Frank!

You're both right.
Surprised to see me, Mr Ludwig?

This is not the time or place to talk.

It's way past the time we talk.

The gloves are off, I'm playing hardball.
It's 4th and 15, and a full court press.

Mr Drebin!
If you have evidence, then use it.

If not, I am warning you, get off my back!

Or I promise you, it will cost you dearly.

Frank, what's wrong?

A lot of things, sweetie-pie!
A peek-a-boo session with bullets

set up by someone
who's been playing me like a violin

at the annual saps' convention.

Funny Face,
I don't know what you mean.

My stockyard meeting, butterwings.
Or don't you remember setting that up?

Mr Ludwig said you called it off.

- Believe me...
- Hum me another one, shnooky lumps.

Frank, it's the truth.

Like they say,
cops and women don't mix.

Like eating a spoonful of Drano.

Sure, it'll clean you out,
but it'll leave you hollow inside.

Too bad, sugar puff.

We could have been something.

- I was only doing what I was told to do.
- Like make love to me?

Frank!

That only
makes things easier, princess.

To think I trusted you.
I made a big mistake.

- Here, you can take this back.
- Whose is that?

- Doesn't matter.
- Hey, watch it!

Take care of yourself, baby.

By the way, I faked every orgasm.

Funny Face...

And to commemorate our friendship,

the City of Los Angeles is proud
to present to the royaI family

this Revolutionary War musket,

generously donated by
Mr Vincent Ludwig.

Ladies and gentlemen,
Her Royal Highness, Queen Elizabeth ll.

It's disgusting the way they splash
this stuff all over the newspapers.

What is journalism coming to?

You lying on top of the Queen
with her legs wrapped around you.

They call that news.

They can't kick you off the force, Frank,
it's just not fair.

Well, now, Ed, life isn't always fair.

Just think, the next time
I shoot someone, I could be arrested.

Look at that, the missing evidence
in the Kelner case.

My God! He was innocent.

He went to the chair
two years ago, Frank.

Well...

What's the use? What good are these
damned awards and citations now?

Hey, Frank...

Frank, that's not your desk.

Frank...
I've been looking all over for you.

Are you running another errand
for your boyfriend?

I tried to call last night. I even
went by your place. Where were you?

I was out walking, all night.

You've got to listen to me.
I've important information for you.

Please believe me.

There was never anything
between me and Vincent Ludwig.

- He likes East German men.
- And what about you?

I like cops.

All right!

Hey, take it easy.

- What have you got?
- I overheard Ludwig after the banquet.

You were right all along.

Ludwig is planning to have someone
assassinate the Queen.

- Where?
- At the baseball game.

The Queen will be Ludwig's guest.
I'm supposed to be with them.

Is Ludwig going to shoot the Queen
in front of 60,000 fans?

A player will do it,
in the 7th inning stretch.

- It starts in 20 minutes.
- I'd better get down there.

- I'll go with you.
- No, you stay with Ludwig.

- Then we won't arouse suspicion.
- Okay, let's go.

Wait! I've gotten you guys into enough
trouble already. I'll go alone.

No! This is going to get you back on the
force, Frank. We're all right behind you.

Frank!

I wanted you to know, now...

I've loved you since the first day
I met you, and I'll never stop.

I'm a very lucky woman.

So am I.

Good afternoon to everyone.
We're coming to you live from the Big A,

where the California Angels meet
the Seattle Mariners in a showdown

for the lead in this exciting
American League West Contest.

Hello, everybody, I'm Curt Gowdy,
along with Jim Palmer,

Tim McCarver, Dick Vitale,
Mel Allen, Dick Enberg...

...and Dr Joyce Brothers,

inviting you to join us
for this all important ballgame.

And a very special game it is,
as we all know,

this game is being attended
by Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth.

I'm sure Her Majesty
will enjoy this game.

- We've got all the exits covered.
- I ought to arrest Ludwig right now.

No, without evidence,
we've got to let him make the first move.

The mayor would have you arrested
on the spot. You must stay out of sight.

I must get him
before the 7th inning stretch.

It could be any one of those players.

I must find a way to get down
and search those players.

Ladies and gentlemen, please rise
and give a hearty L.A. welcome

to her Majesty Queen Elizabeth ll.

One moment, ma'am.

- My dear, is something bothering you?
- No, why do you ask?

You haven't said a word.
You seem nervous.

Well, you know how important
this game is for the Angels.

Why is he not here now?
I do not like being made to wait for him.

Mr Pallazzo, our head usher will be here
in two minutes to take you onto the field.

- He should be here now, understand?
- Yes, sir, I'll send him right over.

I do not wait for him, he waits for me!

- Yes?
- Mr Pallazzo? I am the head usher.

I'm here to... Excuse me...

- Mr Pallazzo?
- Yes?

- I'm the head usher.
- One second.

Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of the
California Angels and the City of L.A.,

on the occasion
of Her Majesty's royaI visit,

please welcome internationally
renowned opera star, Enrico Pallazzo.

Ladies and gentlemen,
let us honour America,

as Mr Pallazzo will now sing
our National Anthem.

Oh, say, can you see

By the dawn's early light

What so proudly we hailed

In the twilight's last gleaming

Those broad stripes and bright stars

In the perilous night

O'er the ramparts we watched

And da-da-da-da-da-da

And the rockets' red glare

And the bombs in the air

Gave proof to the night

That we still had our flag

Oh, say, does that flag... banner

Wave over all the free

In the home of the land

And the land of the free!

And now, as the crowd
settles back down,

we'll wait for the exchange of line-ups
and the start of today's ballgame.

Excuse me... Could you tell me...
Is this an official bat?

Well, the Queen's visit has brought
a sell-out crowd. Could be a record!

While the fans wait for the first pitch,
they're watching 'Angel-vision',

showing some of those unusual
moments in baseball over the years.

Sorry, fellas.

How about that?

Ladies and gentlemen, now taking
the field, your California Angels!

As the Angels take the field,
we're ready for the first pitch ceremony,

with the Queen of England ready
to toss out the first ball.

How about that Queen,
ladies and gentlemen?

Let's have a round of applause.

Now we're ready
for the start of the game.

I'm sure those lovely ladies
would agree.

Those are the players' wives on hand
to enjoy the game with us today.

What do you say, Cummings?
Are we going to do this today?

Do what? Play ball!

Frank! Al, it's Frank!

The game is on the way.

Dave Spiwack
ready to face Jay Johnstone.

- Nothing to report so far, chief.
- Don't worry, Al.

If one of those players is the killer,
Frank is going to find him.

Even if he has to search
every one of them.

Good luck, pal... Are you all right?
Let's see if that uniform is straight...

Good back here. Let's see your shirt.
You should take a large.

A little tight in the crotch.

All right, all set!

Okay, play ball!

Strike?

Strike one!

Strike two!

Three! Strike three!

You're clean.

Have you found him yet?

No, and I've searched almost everybody.

I saw that. There is only one more out
before the 7th inning stretch.

I'll have my men on the alert,
but you'll have to stall them.

- Don't let them get that third out.
- Right, Ed.

The Mariner shortstop, number four,
Armando Fishonee.

Ball!

Ball?

Ball.

Get out of my way!

Catch it! Catch it!

Fair ball!

Go, go, go... He's going home!

Block the plate!

- Safe.
- Safe? What do you mean?

I don't believe it!

There's the throw by the catcher,

and they've got Fishonee
between first and second.

What do you think you're doing?

Hey, you're not supposed to do that!
Wait a minute! Stop him!

Stop that right now! Give me that ball.

It's hard to believe,

but apparently the umpires
have Fishonee in a rundown.

- Safe.
- Safe?

How about that?

- He's out!
- Safe!

- He was safe!
- He was out!

Now there's a sight I've never seen.

He was safe.
He never tagged him with the ball.

You idiot! He ran out
of the baseline in the first place.

- I've had enough. You're out of here!
- What do you mean?

You can't throw an umpire
out of the game.

All right! You're out of here!

Even the guy running the scoreboard
says he was out.

And he's up on the mezzanine.

My God! It's the third out.

I must kill the Queen.

I must kill the Queen.

Frank, it's the right-fielder!

You're the worst umpire I've ever seen.
What game are you looking at?

You're right, he was safe.
You're the boss.

Now we'll take you for a little walk.

I respected you. How could you do
something so vicious?

It was easy, my dear. You forget I spent
two years as a building contractor.

Now let's go, quietly!

- Hey, look at that!
- Come on, let's get him.

Kick him in the balls!

I must kill the Queen.

The umpire... He saved the Queen's life.

That's not the umpire, Your Honour.

Hey, it's Enrico Pallazzo!

Enrico Pallazzo, Enrico Pallazzo...

Frank! Frank!

Frank! Help! Frank!

Hold it, Ludwig!

Stay where you are, Drebin.

- He's got a gun.
- I know.

You ruined my life, Drebin.
Now I'm going to ruin yours.

- Leave the girl alone.
- I am. I'll kill you.

I see...

Two can play at that game!

- You killed him!
- No. He's just stunned.

He'll be all right in a couple of minutes.

Well...

Frank, that's horrible.

- That's so horrible.
- I know, Ed.

My father went the same way.

I must kill Frank Drebin.

I must kill Frank Drebin.

No, no, don't shoot.

Jane, it's me...

Funny Face.

I must kill Frank Drebin.

You love Frank Drebin.

And Frank Drebin loves you.

Jane, listen to me.

If you don't love me, you might as well
pull that trigger, because without you

I wouldn't want to live, anyway.

I've finally found someone I can love,
good clean love.

Without utensils.

I must kill Frank Drebin.

It's a topsy-turvy world, Jane,

and maybe the problems of two people
don't amount to a hill of beans,

but this is our hill.

And these are our beans.

Jane, since I met you, I notice things
that I never knew were there before.

Birds singing,
dew glistening on a newly formed leaf,

stoplights...

- I must kill...
- Jane!

This morning
I bought something for you...

It's not very much, but pretty good
for an honest policeman's salary.

It's an engagement ring.
I would have given it to you earlier, but...

...I wanted to wait until we were alone.

- I...
- I love you, Jane.

Frank!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that I yelled
at you yesterday, really.

Drebin!

I was wrong about you.

This city, and I guess the whole world,
owes you a debt of gratitude.

Thank you, Mayor.

And Monday morning,
we want you back...

...with a promotion to captain, of course.

- Mayor...
- But don't thank me.

There's someone else here
who wants to thank you.

- Nordberg!
- How are you, buddy?

Doc says I should be on my feet
in a week.

- And back on the force!
- Nordberg, that's wonderful!

Oh, Frank!
Everyone should have a friend like you.

~English~
~BD-Rip by SS78~