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The Honorable Alan Dee and former Mrs. Easton.

The Honorable William and Mrs. Breslow.

The Honorable Nelson and Mrs. Winnie Mandela.

Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the USA,

and Mrs. Bush.

How is everybody? Everybody's here! Look!

Hi, Peter.

Jack, glad you could make it. Bill, hi.

Get rid of the beard. Too liberal. Hi, Frank. Trudy.

Hi, Peter. Glad you could make it.

Everybody's here tonight.

Thank you very much. Dr. Meinheimer, glad you made it, sir.

Here she is.

Thank you.

Easy, watch her head!

- How are you, dear? - I'm OK.

Good. Please be seated.

Welcome. Glad you could all come.

I'm pleased to see we're graced

with the presence of so many distinguished guests tonight.

This week we're celebrating Law Enforcement Week across the country.

I'd like to turn the proceedings over to our own DC Police Commissioner,

Captain Annabel Brumford.

I wish to introduce a distinguished American, who this week is honored

for his 1,000th drug dealer killed.

Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome

Lieutenant Frank Drebin of Police Squad.

Er, in all honesty, the last two I backed over with my car.

Luckily, they turned out to be drug dealers.

Er, thank you, Commissioner.

Now my Chief of Staff, John Sununu, will introduce some special guests.

Thank you.

I'm very proud to welcome our guests from the nation's energy suppliers.

First, head of the Society of Petroleum Industry Leaders -

better known as SPIL -

Mr. Terence Baggett.

Now, chairman of the Society for More Coal Energy, or SMoCE,

- Mr. Donald Fenwick. - Thank you very much.

And president of the Key Atomic Benefits Office Of Mankind - KABOOM,

Mr. Arthur Dunwell.

For the past three years,

this administration has tried to formulate a national energy policy,

one with a lasting impact on the next decade and beyond.

To ensure we choose the right path,

the President has appointed as his top advisor in this area...

Dr. Albert S Meinheimer.

As I'm sure you're aware his reputation is without peer,

and Dr. Meinheimer will present his recommendations

to the annual national press club dinner...

Mr. President...

I want you all to be the first to know

that I am basing my administration's entire energy policy

on Dr. Meinheimer's recommendations.

This issue's too important for politicians with special interests.

Rather we need an independent source on which to base our future actions,

and Meinheimer is the recognized expert in this field.

Mr. President...

If I may say so,

I do hope that Dr. Meinheimer

won't be influen... influenced by the so-called environmentalists.

We're well aware of his reputation.

I think HE should explain his research.

Doctor?

This happens every fucking time I go shopping!

- Jane? - Oh, Dr. Meinheimer!

- You're back early. - And you're here late.

Surely a lovely young woman like you has better things to do on Saturdays?

Oh, I'm sorry, my dear. I didn't mean to be so blunt.

It's all right, Doctor. It's OK.

Are you thinking about him again? What was his name... Frank?

Yes.

You can't forget him, can you?

- Who? - Frank.

Oh, yes!

No, I can't.

I try. It's just that...

when you've had that much man...

But then, you wouldn't understand.

Jane, look! You mustn't be so hard on yourself.

You've done a wonderful job here at the institute.

You're the finest director of public relations we've had.

Thank you, Doctor. I try my best.

But I see you here night after night past ten.

You've got to forget about the past. See new people! Enjoy yourself!

There is someone I'm seeing. We've been talking about your speech...

Good evening, Miss Spencer... Dr. Meinheimer.

Hello, Norm.

Oh! How was the White House dinner?

Extraordinary!

The President promised to implement whatever recommendations I make.

That's wonderful!

- Then you'll deliver the speech? - Yes.

I would have tonight but one guest made such a ruckus, it was useless.

Hey, Al, Kent, look at this!

Found this in the wastebasket.

That's a pretty nice clock! Wonder why they threw it out?

It's four minutes slow! Let me fix it.

There!

My name is Sergeant Frank Drebin, Detective Lieutenant, Police Squad.

I was just having my car washed, when I heard the call.

There'd been a bombing downtown. I was on my way to advise the DC police

as part of the President's Operation Scum Round-up.

Every once in a while something comes up that you can't prepare for.

Some crazed madman,

full of self-hate - and possibly behind in his rent -

finally snapped.

- Glad you could make it. - Got here as quick as I could.

Congratulations on Edna's pregnancy!

Yes, and if I catch the guy!

Captain, there's no sign of a break-in. Man, what an explosion!

Still trying to figure out what they used.

- Any other victims? - You're standing on one.

Get him outta here.

This one's a real mess!

Hey, everybody! Frank found another one!

- Any witnesses? - One, a woman.

She saw a man leaving just before the blast.

Should we let Nordberg handle this?

No. I'll do it while it's fresh.

Not now! She took a nasty knock on the head. She looks pretty bad!

I'll handle it. Excuse me, miss.

- I have some questions. - Not THAT bad, Frank!

She's being questioned over there.

I couldn't believe it was her.

It was like a dream. But there she was, just as I remembered her.

That delicately beautiful face.

A body that could melt a cheese sandwich from across the room.

And breasts that seemed to say...

"Hey! Look at these!"

She made you want to drop to your knees

and thank God you were a man!

She reminded me of my mother, all right. No doubt about it.

Stop looking at her like she was your mother, for Christ's sake!

Frank!

- Jane, I didn't know you lived here. - I moved here two years ago.

- How are the children? - We didn't have any.

Oh, yes!

- How was your prostate operation? - Fine. Good as new. Even better!

I know it's hard, but are you still obsessed with our relationship?

Obsessed?! Just because you backed out of the wedding two years ago?!

It's ancient history, like the Democrats.

- Frank? - He was in tears at the church.

Get a grip!

- I returned 13 Cuisinarts! - Enough.

- I kept the salad shooter, though. - Jane!

Hello, Jane.

- This is Dr. Albert Meinheimer. - Don't get up.

- Nice to meet you. - Likewise, I'm sure.

But, we've met - at the White House dinner?

He has a photographic memory.

This is a terrible thing. I hope you find those responsible.

I'm sorry, but we have a long road ahead of us.

Like having sex, it's an arduous task that goes on forever

and just when it's going your way, nothing happens!

Jane. About this man from last night? Anything can help.

I've given a description.

Ed!

That'll be all, McTigue.

Let's get that other artist. The one who never dates.

- Lives with those two guys. - Right.

I'd like to see the rest of the institute now.

- Let's start with the research area. - Good idea. This way.

- And the man you saw last night? - He's Caucasian.

- Caucasian? - Yeah. White guy.

- Moustache. About six foot three. - Awfully big moustache!

- What's this? - This is our research lab.

All experiments are controlled by these machines below.

Our scientists have spent years on experiments

and are just now making breakthroughs.

Oh, my God!

Thank heavens the bomb didn't damage the research area.

- Who'd want to do such a thing? - Er, Jane.

- You should know about something. - Jane, darling!

Quentin!

Jane, are you all right? I was so worried about you.

I'm OK. But I'm glad you're here.

Oh, sorry! This is Quentin Hapsburg of Hexagon Oil.

A pleasure, Mr.?

Drebin. Frank Drebin. I've used some of your rest rooms.

I'm... sure you have.

Are you connected to the institute?

Well, not officially, but Jane and I have seen each other a lot lately.

My little hell-cat!

Well... great. I've been dating too - a nice girl, an author.

She writes about male sexual problems. You probably know her.

- I beg your pardon! - Frank!

OK. Let's handle this maturely, just like the responsible adults we are.

OK, Mr. Poopy-Pants?!

- That does it! - Frank!

Quentin, maybe you should excuse us?

Anything you wish, my darling.

Until tonight, then.

I'm feelin' blue

Just thinkin' of you

I get out of bed

Wish I was dead

And I hope you do, too

So I have given up

I've thrown in the towel

I've taken all the pills

The law will allow

And so I'm feelin' blue...

Sir?

Gimme the strongest thing you got.

On second thoughts, how about a Black Russian?

Very well.

I guess I'm just...

screwed...

Frank.

- I thought I'd find you here. - Ed. Sit down.

Pull up a memory or two.

You left before I could talk to you.

Is it my imagination or is the whole world crazy?

No, it's just a small percentage of the population.

I hope you're right. But do I fit any more?

You're still thinking about Jane, aren't you?

She's part of my life, always will be. I can't forget her.

But it's done. Minute I heard her say, "Get outta my life", I knew it.

You know, sometimes I envy you and Edna.

You have the same person every day for over 30 years.

You wake up, eat with her, sleep with her.

Make love to the same woman.

You spend every possible waking moment together,

while I'm out running around with 20-year-olds who want cheap sex.

Girls who can't say no. Girls who can't get enough. "More, more, more.

"Your turn to wear the handcuffs..."

- I... I just wanna love, Ed. - I'm sure you'll find love.

- I already have one. - It's from the lady.

Go to her.

Go on. I'll see you in the morning.

Excuse me.

Pardon me.

Sorry.

This is not easy to say. I'm lonely. I'm lost. I need someone to hold.

Frank.

Over here.

Well...

What are you doing here?

I called your hotel and got no answer.

- I thought maybe you'd be here. - Good evening, Sam.

Mr. Drebin! Jane! Always nice to see nice people.

Sam, play our song. Just one more time.

Of course.

Sam! That's enough! Play the other one.

You can't let ghosts die, can you? You walk out on me. No explanation.

- Didn't you get my letters? - Every one.

Tore 'em up. Threw them in the fire.

So you didn't get the $75,000 your uncle left you?

Why are you here?

I remembered that last night I saw a red van parked across the street.

Red van? That'll be very helpful. That's it. So you can go now, right?

That's not my only reason for being here.

- I want us to be friends. - Sure. Friends.

I bet if I dusted you for prints, they'd be Hapsburg's.

You!

So this kitten still knows how to scratch!

Sorry. I shouldn't have done that.

Frank, we're no good together.

- You only lived for police work. - You lived for the N-zone layer!

Ozone layer! You never did understand.

How can you say that,

when I bought 1,000 acres of Brazilian jungle,

then had it slashed and burned to build our dream-house?

You're so insensitive!

Insensitive?! You think it's easy displacing an entire tribe? You try!

I'd better go! This was a mistake.

I was hoping you'd be happy, that you'd have someone!

I'm single!

I love being single!

I haven't had this much sex since I was a Scout leader.

At the time, I was dating a lot.

I told you the bombing wouldn't work!

We had no choice. Look at the paper!

"President to give Meinheimer blank cheque at press club dinner."

That's in two days!

- I know! - We all do.

Gentlemen! Gentlemen!

I know you're all worried, and I agree -

there's plenty to be worried about.

Like this solar power plant.

Already operational outside Los Angeles.

Photo-voltaic cells.

They convert sunlight directly into electricity. Fluorescent -

lasts much longer than a conventional bulb, using a quarter of the power.

Super windows - insulate as well as ten sheets of glass.

An electric car - partially powered by solar panels.

But the truth is, gentlemen,

I'm not worried about any of these things.

Because no one's ever going to know about them.

What about Meinheimer and his report?

He's going to tell the President.

Good question. Why don't we just ask him?

That's kidnapping!

- Heavens! - What about the speech?

Dr. Meinheimer WILL deliver his speech.

It is my view,

we must rely on coal, oil and nuclear energy.

- OUR Dr. Meinheimer. - Oh, my God!

Gentlemen,

meet Earl Hacker,

former Arts consultant to Jesse Helms.

As I explained to Hapsburg, my fee is one million.

And, might I add, I'm worth every penny.

But you gentlemen don't have any choice...

...do ya! Ha, ha!

After getting a good night's sleep, I decided to head back to HQ.

I figured, if I buried myself in work,

I could forget about Jane and catch a killer before he struck again.

So far we had few clues. I hoped the lab boys had found something.

Hey, shut that thing off!

Now, pigs, say your prayers!

- Nice work, Frank. - What?

Ted, show us those lab results from the institute.

We couldn't get any clean prints. But we did find footprints outside.

We made plaster casts out of them.

Size 91/2 D. We're running a trace now.

Even more interesting,

we found this dinosaur footprint from the Paleolithic era.

Anything else?

We also found ancient timbers we believe may be from Noah's Ark.

But about the case?

I'm departing tomorrow to speak to the Archaeological Society.

And I'm on "Geraldo" next week.

You're on "Geraldo" because of this?

No. My wife's a transsexual Satan-worshipper.

We'll continue print analysis, fiber checks, DNA breakdown,

and using the dirt particles on this footprint...

It's a matter of getting a geologic breakdown of the city.

We may not have that kind of time.

Then maybe this'll help.

We found this wallet outside the institute.

We haven't examined it thoroughly. It just came down from the lab.

Hector Savage. From Detroit. Hey, I remember this punk. Ex-boxer.

- His real name was Joey Chicago. - Yeah. He fought as Kid Minneapolis.

I saw him fight once in Cincinnati.

No, that's Kid New York, in Philly.

Killed in Houston, by Tex Colorado - The Arizona Assassin.

Yeah! From Dakota! Was it North or South?

South Dakota was his brother, from West Virginia.

You know your boxing!

All I know is never bet on the white guy.

You got an address there?

All I got is a card that says "Monique DiCarlo, 210 Bleckman St."

The red light district. Why's Savage hanging out down there?

- Sex, Frank? - Er...

No, not right now Ed. We've got work to do.

The address we were given for Monique DiCarlo was in Little Italy.

We proceeded there, hoping it would lead us to Hector Savage.

And to a clue to break the case wide open.

It's the cops! You gotta get rid of 'em!

I'll handle it. Quick! You'll be safe in the basement.

- Ed. - Frank?

- Red van. - I know.

Jane said she saw a red van outside the institute that night.

- Let's take him! - No. He's not working alone.

Let's bug it and see where he goes.

- Good thinking, Frank. Nordberg! - No problem!

Lieutenant Frank Drebin. This is my captain.

- Is this some kind of bust? - Well, it's very impressive,

but we have some questions.

All right, listen! We're looking for a Hector Savage. Now, where is he?

Why should I tell you, copper?

I'm the last line of defense between this dirt and the decent people.

Hi, Frank.

We got that D83 Swedish suck machine that you ordered.

A gift.

Frank! Come here! Quick!

It's Savage! He's moving.

Hey! Stop! Stop! I'm a police officer!

Let's go, Ed. And remember, we can't let him spot us.

Pull over!

Nordberg's bug is on the money!

He's changing direction. Stop the car.

- He's closing. - Any time now.

Keep your eyes peeled.

He's real close now!

Step on it!

Help! Stop! Stop!

Frank, stop!

Stop right now!

I said stop!

Help! Help!

- Frank Drebin. What do we have here? - Tense situation.

Savage is in that house. Says he's got hostages.

Could be bluffing.

- Anything else? - Yeah. That red van...

It's registered to one Quentin Hapsburg.

Well.

Looks like the cows have come home to roost. How ya doin', trooper?

Hey! Stop firing!

Hold it! Stop firing!

Stop firing!

Stop firing!

All right. Give me the bull horn.

This is Frank Drebin, Police Squad.

Throw down your guns, and come on out with your hands up.

Or come on out, then throw down your guns, whichever way you wanna do it.

Just remember the two key elements.

One - guns down. Two - come on out.

You just try and take me!

I got more!

Looks like he's holding all the cards.

Not all the cards, Ed.

You're not permitted to drive that tank!

Don't worry, Ed. Just keep him busy.

All right, Savage. What do you want?

I want a car. Something fun. A Porsche.

A plane ticket to Jamaica, and a nice hotel.

No touristy place. Something really indicative of the culture.

Can't do that, Savage.

We're calling your bluff. Put your hands on your head and come out.

Frank, what are you doing? Where are you going? Frank!

Frank! Help!

- Your coat, sir? - Yes, it is.

And I have a receipt to prove it.

Telephone, Commissioner.

- Thank you. - Excuse me.

Yes?

He did what?

How many animals escaped?

Oh, my God!

Evening, Commissioner. You're looking lovely tonight.

Do you realize that because of you this city is overrun by baboons?

Isn't that the fault of the voters? Excuse me.

I'd just like to thank you all for attending this event

in honor of Dr. Meinheimer who will make his historic address tomorrow.

And along with the President,

I, too, pledge to support Dr. Meinheimer's recommendations,

whatever they may be.

- And now, please enjoy the evening. - Oh, there's someone I know.

May I cut in?

- Frank! Why are you here? - I enjoy a good party.

- Why, really? - I can sum that up in three words.

Quentin Hapsburg.

I never liked him. He's as dirty as a miner's underwear in January.

What's gotten into you?

He's a gentle, concerned man who's not as suspicious as some people!

Oh, yeah!

Why not ask him what his connection is to that red van you saw?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Ask him about a two-bit goon called Savage.

Stop it!

You're jealous because he can understand me like you never could.

I know he'll be jealous if he's watching now.

And a jealous man always makes the wrong moves. I'm counting on that.

Mr. Drebin, sir, Mr. Hapsburg would like you to join him.

Solitaire's a lonely man's game, Hapsburg.

Lieutenant.

I don't recall your name on the guest list.

That's OK. I sometimes go by my maiden name.

It's a nice party, Hapsburg. I see a lot of familiar face-lifts.

Do you gamble?

Every time I order out.

You do speak French?

Unfortunately, no. But I do kiss that way.

- You're in my place! - Doctor!

- You remember Frank? - Oh! Mr. um?

Drebin, from Police Squad. You met him at the institute.

Oh, yes. Do sit down.

No, thank you, I don't intend to stay. Let's play another game.

Who's this?

I don't know.

He blew up a building. His van is registered in your name.

We own lots of vans. One of them was stolen not more than three days ago.

- I have nothing to hide. - Maybe so.

But I warn you, so much as sneeze and I'll be there to wipe your nose.

Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for the first draw prize of the evening -

an all-expense-paid trip to the Gilligan Islands.

To draw the winner, we would like to ask our guest of honor,

Dr. Albert S Meinheimer.

- Let me help you. No... - No trouble.

I don't know what's got into Frank.

Merely a case of jealousy, my dear.

He seems to get around marvelously.

Jane, I just wanna tell you that I'm sorry about what happened.

- Oh, Frank. - I need to talk to you. May I?

Well, the place is kind of a mess. And I was gonna make a shake.

- Want some? - No, thank you.

Are you sure? I'm trying out a new recipe tonight.

Jane, what is Dr. Meinheimer going to say at the dinner tomorrow?

He will endorse energy efficiency and renewable energy - solar power.

- Who else knew that? - Only me. Oh! And Quentin.

And if the President supported energy efficiency, who'd lose out?

Well, coal, oil and nuclear.

Jane, just one more question.

You told me that Dr. Meinheimer had a photographic memory,

yet tonight he never recalled meeting me.

That's strange, but he's been under stress.

Does he have any identifying marks?

A scar, a mole, webbed toes, a third nostril?

He has a mole shaped like Whistler's Mother on his right buttock.

I see.

Have you noticed anything different?

Well, only that he's a foot taller.

And he seems to be left-handed now.

What are you trying to tell me?

That Quentin has found a double for Meinheimer

who'll give a fraudulent report tomorrow?

That's brilliant!

That's a lot better than my idea.

Stop it! It's crazy! Is there no end to your jealousy?

You're hurting me!

- What more do you want? - Use your phone?

- Local call? - Yes.

Right. Excuse me, I'm gonna take a shower.

The phone is in the other room. Bye.

Gimme Captain Ed Hocken, please.

Ed, I'm on to something big. I need you and Nordberg tomorrow.

What's he doing in Detroit?

Send him a ticket and clean pants.

Just as I suspected.

Come on! On your feet!

Where's the water pressure?

Oh, I was so frightened!

What happened out there?

It's nothing. But I wouldn't leave till they've shampooed the carpets.

Who'd want to kill you?

Before tonight, only the cable company.

I'm afraid it's one of Hapsburg's goons. He was carrying this.

Hapsburg Valdez?!

I feel like such a fool. I should have never doubted you.

There, there.

You couldn't know you were dating a vicious, murdering sociopath.

We have to help Dr. Meinheimer.

Yes. They'll torture and kill him.

It's all my fault.

They'll start by tearing out his toe nails, then on to nose hairs.

What are we gonna do?

If my hunch is right, they've got him hostage here.

At the Home Club?

No.

At this warehouse. I gotta get going to rescue him.

Oh, you be careful!

Of course, I...

I will, er...

I guess I'd better be on my way.

I promised Nordberg we'd bake a raisin nutbread tonight.

Oh, I can't fight it any more!

I ran away from you once. I can't do it again. Stay with me. Please?

Frank, I'm telling ya. We've got no business doing this.

All we've got is a dock pass and your hunch.

Hapsburg is up to something, right up to his important shirt collar.

Couldn't have picked a better day.

This fog will keep us concealed.

That's not fog. The engine's on fire.

All right. Let's run through this one more time.

At 3:15, Nordberg cuts the power and kills the alarms.

Right.

- Nordberg! - Yeah, got it!

I'll wait for the signal. You wired up?

Yeah. Right.

Now, when you hear me say, "I love it", you guys move in.

- Check. - Ready, Frank?

The water's over there, Frank.

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Piloting today's oil tankers is a big responsibility.

And that's why, here at Hexagon's Captain Training School,

future captains go through a rigorous instruction programme.

By a complicated process, we weed out those less qualified

for the day-to-day operation of a half-million ton supertanker.

Only the best will take command of a floating ecological time bomb.

Commercial two.

Ah, just the way I like it.

Hey, someday in the future, the sun may provide all our energy needs.

But right now it gives us a comfortable feeling,

to know our home is supplied by nuclear power.

I know what you're thinking, but we know nuclear energy is safe.

We kinda think of it as our friendly neighbor.

But our friend can't exist without huge subsidies.

So write your congressman, tell him to keep those dollars rolling into...

nuclear power.

I've got to find another way in, Ed.

They got killer guard dogs here, do you read me?

Loud and clear.

- Nordberg? How we doing? - We're at our destination.

I'm gonna try the roof.

I'm gonna try it again.

- Cut the power. - Right.

Help!

Come in?

Frank, hold on. We have a problem.

Well...

it's Lieutenant Drebin.

You were supposed to have been killed last night.

Now I think I'm gonna enjoy doing it myself.

It'll be slow and painful.

What's that smell?

That would be me. I've been swimming in raw sewage.

I love it.

I love it!

That's the signal. Let's go!

It's stuck. Gimme a hand.

Ed, help me!

Search him.

I love it.

He's wired.

Tie him up.

You'll never get away with this, Hapsburg.

Whatever it is.

All right, I'll show you. Let me introduce you to some people.

Of course, you know Dr. Meinheimer.

And Earl Hacker.

Why you son of a...

And I'd like you to meet the Redmans.

Weekend guests from out of town.

We're going to the dinner. Make sure nothing happens to him till I return.

Then I want the pleasure of killing you myself.

The pleasure is all mine.

See you after the speech, Lieutenant.

Police!

Freeze!

Over there!

Good Lord!

Look at what they did to Dr. Meinheimer.

You OK, Doctor Meinheimer?

That's OK. Don't try to talk.

I just can't take this any more.

Garbage like you just makes me sick!

Ed?

I'm just John Q Public now. It's just you and me.

Mano a mano. I'll teach you to pick on an invalid.

All right! He's had enough.

Help the Captain. Let's get to that dinner.

Mr. Sununu?

There'll be no surprises in the address.

Most likely he'll recommend the President continue our policy

of oil dependency and more dollars for subsidizing nuclear power.

More later. Also, an update on the escaped zoo animals terrorizing...

This is the most important evening in my career. No mistakes!

And if you see Drebin or his squad, arrest them on sight!

I told Jane to meet us at the hotel's rear entrance.

Where's that?

In the back. She's gonna unlock the doors at 7.30 sharp.

And Hapsburg?

I just hope she can steer clear of him. Let's go.

Why, Jane!

What are you doing out here? The party's inside.

Oh, Quentin!

I was just getting a breath of fresh air.

I grew up on Lake Erie. There's nothing quite like it.

I'm sure.

But how fortunate to find you. You can join me at my table.

- Something must have happened. - Hey, Bernardo! The keys?

I have a better idea. Follow me.

Your attention, please. Ladies and gentlemen...

A thousand points of... light! Light.

Recession - bad. Recovery - good. Think I got that.

Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States.

I think we'd better make our move.

You're right. Something more up tempo, like "Guantanamera".

No!

Hacker and the speech!

Right! I'll intercept Hacker. Get the doc ready for HIS speech.

Bravo!

Encore! Encore!

- Dr. Meinheimer! - Yes?

Or should I say...

Hacker?

Drebin! Agh!

Look what he's doing to that invalid! Can't someone help?

Yeah!

Let's get him!

We'd better get this man first aid.

Thank you. I'm pleased and honored to be here at this historic event.

Tonight, Dr. Albert Meinheimer, as he looks up to the future,

has realized how our dependence on foreign oil is strangling the budget.

Cuts have to be made, and some people are gonna be hit hard.

But we'll cut till we have an impact.

It's the only way to move forward.

I present to you, Dr. Albert S Meinheimer.

My God!

He can walk!

A miracle!

I can walk!

Get off me!

Hey! Come back here!

I... Yes, everything seems to be OK now.

Without further ado, I present you once again

the esteemed Dr. Albert S Meinheimer.

Hold everything!

Don't listen to this man. He's a fraud. And I can prove it.

- What are you doing? - The real doctor has a mole here!

God!

Obviously, a forgery!

We'll see about this!

Drebin!

Hold it! Frank is right!

There is a fraud here, but it's THIS man.

And he's just given us this signed confession implicating...

that man!

No. No.

That man. Hapsburg.

They're gone. Let's go!

Let me go!

The roof.

Come on, Frank. Hurry! Come on!

Let go!

I intend to share with you my report on the need for a national policy,

based on energy efficiency and clean renewable energy sources.

Over there!

Take cover!

Cover me. I'm going in.

All right.

Where's Hapsburg?

- Where you hit? - It's not that. You're on my groin.

Sorry.

- Where is he? - You're too late.

Hapsburg has Plan B in...

in...

in...

Where?

Where? All right. Who else is almost dead?

OK, now.

- Talk. - You're too late.

- He already said that. - Where'd he leave off?

- Er, "Hapsburg has Plan B in..." - Oh, yeah.

Hapsburg has Plan B in...

- in... - Where?

Where? Talk, you low-life scum.

Gee, if that's your attitude, forget it.

I'm right here, Drebin.

Drop your gun.

I believe you were enquiring about Plan B.

That's when we detonate a small nuclear device.

Dr. Meinheimer can talk all he wants, no one will be alive to hear him.

Detonation sequence activated.

I'm the only one who knows the abort code.

In ten minutes, this building and everyone in it

will be reduced to rubble.

I'll be safely on my helicopter.

Tomorrow, I'll be in Botswana. What do you think of that?

You seem to be in touch with your anger.

You can't talk your way out of this one.

Go ahead. Threaten me like you have the American people for so long.

You're part of a dying breed! Like people who can name all 50 states.

The truth hurts. Maybe not as much as jumping on a bike with no seat,

but it hurts.

That's as far as you go. Any final requests, Lieutenant?

Can I have the gun?

Oh, no. I'm not gonna fall for that one.

Not so fast!

Six minutes to detonation.

Now talk. Give me that abort code!

OK. I'll talk. There are six numbers.

Two-one-seven...

Thanks a lot

- You sure you're all right? - I'm fine.

- And you? - I'm fine.

But unless we disarm this in five minutes, we blow.

- My God! We've gotta warn everyone! - Yeah, right.

- You'd better go. - No, I'm staying here with you.

But, Jane...

Frank, if you're blown to bits, I wanna be here with you.

Jane, I promise you,

if we come out alive, I'll never let work interfere with our love again.

The bomb! OK, Nordberg, let's go!

Four minutes to detonation.

What are we gonna do?

Operator's manual. See what you can find.

Here! To reset code, press pound sign.

The speed of this sequence has been greatly increased.

Detonation now in two minutes.

...so instead of spending 2.5 billion dollars

on research into nuclear waste disposal,

the federal government, for only 500 million dollars,

could increase solar panels by 90%.

As Albert Einstein once said...

Hey, wake up! Wake up! Wake up!

For God's sake, quick! This place is gonna blow!

I'll get the lights!

...an effective national energy plan.

Now to elaborate...

Here, read this. It's an emergency!

"His strong manly hands probed every crevice

"of her silken femininity,

"their undulating bodies writhing,

"in sensual rhythm, as he thrust his purple-headed warrior

"into her quivering mound of love pudding..."

OK. Listen up! I want you to calmly file towards the exits.

That's it. That's it. Nobody run, just walk, single-file.

If we stay calm, no one will be hurt

by the huge bomb that's gonna explode any minute.

It's a cook book! It's a cook book!

Twenty seconds to detonation.

What shall we do?

- It's got my sleeve! - No!

Ten... Nine...

Eight... Seven...

Six...

Five... Four...

Three... Two...

- Let's go! - One...

Frank! Look!

You did it!

Thank you, Mr. President, for those kind words.

It's all part of the job.

Frank, please consider filling a post I'm creating.

It may mean long hours and dangerous nights,

surrounded by some of the scummiest elements in our society.

You want me to be in your cabinet?

No.

I want you to head up a new federal bureau of Police Squad.

What a great honor!

It's what you've always wanted! Congratulations.

Nice going, Frank!

Thank you, Mr. President.

I'm very honored.

This is something I've dreamed of.

But I'm afraid I'm going to have to turn down your offer, Mr. President.

You see, I've learnt something this week.

About the Earth. And about love.

I guess love's like the ozone layer. You never miss it till it's gone.

Blowing away a fleeing suspect with my.44 Magnum was everything to me.

I enjoyed it. Well, who wouldn't?

But now I want to be the environmental policeman.

I want a world where Frank Jr, and all Frank Jrs,

can sit under a shady tree,

breathe the air, swim in the ocean,

and go into a 7-Eleven without an interpreter.

I want a world where I can eat a sea otter without getting sick.

Where the Democrats put somebody forward worth voting for.

I may not get there with ya!

But I want a world where I can wake up with this woman, whom I love.

- Frank! - Jane?

- Frank! Frank! - Jane, will you marry me?

Yes, of course I'll marry you!

We love Frank!

Frank, turn around!

Oh, George! Help!

Let's see if I've got this.

Energy efficiency - good.

Drilling in an Arctic national wildlife refuge - bad.

Mr. President? You OK?

Yeah, fine, thanks.