The honourable Allen D. and the former Mrs Eastern.
The honourable William and Mrs Breslau.
The honourable Nelson and Mrs Winnie Mandela.
Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States and Mrs Bush.
Here's everybody on the list, Barb. Everybody's here.
Hi, Peter. They let you out of the office early today.
Jack, glad you could make it.
Hi. Get rid of the beard. I don't like that, too liberal.
Hi, Frank. Trudy.
Hi, Peter. Glad you could make it. I like your suit.
Everybody's here. Commissioner.
Thank you very much. Dr Meinheimer, I'm glad you could make it.
I'm looking forward to hearing your speech.
I'm sure it's a wonderful, well thought-out piece of work.
Ah, here she is. Dear.
Have you met Dr Meinheimer formally?
Thank you.
Great Lady down! Repeat, Great Lady down!
- What happened? - Easy, watch the table!
Wait.
- How are you, dear? - I'm okay, I'm fine.
Good.
Please be seated.
Welcome. I'm glad you could all come.
I'm pleased that we have so many distinguished guests tonight.
This week we are celebrating
Law Enforcement Week all across the country.
So I'd like to turn the proceedings over
to our own Washington D.C. Police Commissioner,
Captain Anabell Brumford.
I would like to introduce a most distinguished American.
This week he is being honoured for his 1,000th drug dealer killed.
Please welcome Lieutenant Frank Drebin of Police Squad.
In all honesty, the last two I backed over with my car.
Luckily, they were drug dealers.
- Good. - Excellent!
Thank you, Commissioner Brumford.
Now I'd like to call on my Chief of Staff, Mr John Sununu,
to introduce some special guests.
Thank you. Mr President, tonight I'm extremely proud to welcome
our guests from the nation's energy suppliers.
First, representing the oil industry,
head of the Society of Petroleum Industry Leaders, better known as SPIL,
Mr Terence Baggett.
From the coal industry, Chairman of the Society for More Coal Energy,
or SMOKE, Mr Donald Fenzwick.
Thank you.
From the nuclear industry,
President of the Key Atomic Benefits Office Of Mankind, KABOOM,
Mr Arthur Dunwell.
As you know, for the past three years,
this administration has been trying to formulate a National Energy Policy
that will have a lasting impact on the way we live
for the next decade and beyond.
To make sure that 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 in this field is without peer,
and Dr Meinheimer will present his recommendations
to the Annual National Press Club Dinner this Tuesday evening.
Mr President.
I want all of you here to be the first to know
that I've decided to base my administration's entire energy policy
on Dr Meinheimer's recommendations.
This issue is too important to be left to politicians or special interests to decide.
We need an independent and informed source on which to base future actions,
and Dr Meinheimer is the recognised expert in this field.
Mr President, if I may say so,
I do hope that Dr Meinheimer won't be influenced...
Influenced by any of the so-called environmental groups.
Well, we're all aware of Dr Meinheimer's reputation.
He is best qualified to explain his research methods.
- Dr Meinheimer. - Great Lady down again.
This happens every fucking time when I go shopping!
- Jane... - Dr Meinheimer.
- You're back early. - And you're here late.
Surely, a lovely woman like you
can think of something better to do on a Saturday night?
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so blunt.
It's all right, Doctor. It's okay.
You're thinking about him again, aren't you? What was his name?
- Frank? - Yes.
You just can't forget about him?
- Who? - Frank.
Oh, yes!
No, I can't. I... I try.
It's just that when you've had that much man...
But then, you wouldn't understand.
Jane, 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 ever had.
Thank you, Doctor, I try my best.
But I see you here night after night past 10:00.
You must forget about the past. Go out, see new people, enjoy yourself.
There is someone I'm seeing, in fact just yesterday.
I was telling him about the speech that you were preparing for the press...
- Good evening. - Hello, Norm.
I forgot. How was the White House dinner?
Extraordinary. The President promised to implement my recommendations.
Wonderful! Then you're going to deliver the speech you told me about?
Every word of it. I would've given it tonight,
but a guest there made such a ruckus that they wouldn't have heard me.
Hey, Al! Ken! Look at this.
I found this in the waste-basket.
Hey, that's a pretty nice clock!
I wonder why they threw it out.
It's probably because it's four minutes too slow. Let me fix it.
There.
My name is Sergeant Frank Drebin, Detective Lieutenant, Police Squad.
I was getting my car washed when I heard the call come over the scanner.
There had been a bombing and I was on my way to advise the D.C. Police
as part of the President's "Operation Scum Roundup".
- Ready? - Yeah, got it.
As far as police work is concerned, once in a while something comes up
that nothing quite prepares you for.
Somehow, a demented madman, probably full of self-hate,
and possibly a couple of months behind in his rent, finally snapped.
- I'm glad you could make it. - I got here as quickly as I could.
Congratulations, I understand that Edna's pregnant again.
- Yes, and if I catch the guy who did it... - Captain.
They've searched the building.
No sign of a break-in, no money missing.
This was one hell of an explosion.
We're still trying to figure out what they used.
- Any other victims? - You're standing on one right now.
- Oh, I see... - Get him out of here.
- This one's a real mess. - Over here, Frank found another one.
- Any witnesses, Ed? - Well, there's one. A woman.
She saw a man leaving just before the explosion.
- We should let Nordberg handle it. - No, I'd better do it while it's still fresh.
Not now. She fainted dead away.
She took a knock on the head. She looks pretty bad.
- I'll handle it. - Sir...
- Miss, I'd like to ask some questions. - Not that bad.
She's being questioned by our sketch artist.
I couldn't believe it was her. It was like a dream.
But there she was, just like I remembered her.
That delicately beautiful face
and a body that could melt a cheese sandwich from across the room.
And breasts that seem to say, "Hey, look at these!"
She made you drop to your knees
and thank God that you were a man. Yeah...
She reminded me of my mother, all right. No doubt about it.
Snap out of it. You're looking at her like she was your mother.
- Frank. - Jane. I didn't know you lived here.
I moved here two years ago.
- How are the children? - We didn't have any children.
Yes, of course.
- How was your prostate operation? - Fine. As good as new.
In fact, better than ever.
Look, Frank...
I know it's awkward, but you're not still obsessed with our relationship, are you?
Obsessed? Who's obsessed?
Because you backed out of the wedding two years ago? I'd forgotten.
Ancient history, like the Democratic Party.
He was in tears. In church, crying like a baby.
- Get a hold of yourself! - I had to return 13 Cuisinarts.
- That's enough. - I kept the salad shooter, though.
Jane, there you are.
Hello, Jane.
Dr Meinheimer. Frank, this is Dr Albert Meinheimer.
- Don't get up. Nice to meet you. - Likewise, I'm sure.
I believe we met at the White House dinner.
He never forgets a face. He has a photographic memory.
It's a terrible thing that's happened. I hope you find the people responsible.
I'm sorry I can't be more optimistic, but we have a long road ahead of us.
It's like sex, a painstaking task that seems to go on and on forever,
and when you think that things are going your way, nothing happens.
Jane, about this man you saw last night... Anything can help.
I gave the sketch artist a description.
Eh... Ed! That'll be all, McTigue.
We should get that other artist. The one that never dates and lives with two guys.
Right. Sorenson!
I'd like to see the rest of the Institute, if you don't mind?
Of course. We should start with the research area.
That's a good idea. It's right this way.
What can you tell me about the man you saw last night?
- He's Caucasian. - Caucasian?
Yeah. You know, white guy. With a moustache, about 6'3".
An awfully big moustache. What's this all about?
This is our research laboratory.
There are hundreds of experiments going on,
all temperature-controlled by the machinery just below us.
Our scientists have spent years on them and are just now making breakthroughs.
Today, we'll join two compounds...
Oh, my God!
Thank heavens the bomb didn't damage the research area.
Yes, but I can't understand who'd do such a thing.
Jane, I think you ought to know something.
- Jane, darling! - Quentin!
Jane, are you all right? I was so worried about you.
I'm really okay, but I'm glad you're here.
I'm sorry! Frank, this is Quentin Hapsburg of the Hexagon Oil Company.
- Pleased to meet you, Mr... - Drebin. Frank Drebin.
I believe I've used some of your restrooms.
I'm sure you have.
- Are you connected with the Institute? - Not officially.
But Jane and I have seen quite a lot of each other lately.
How is my little hell-cat?
Well, that's great. I've been dating, too. Nice girl, an author.
Wrote the book on male sexual dysfunction. You've probably read it.
- I beg your pardon? - Please...
I'm sure we can handle the situation maturely,
just like the responsible adults that we are.
Isn't that right, Mr Poopy Pants?
- That does it! - Frank!
Quentin, maybe you should excuse us.
Anything you wish, my darling.
Until tonight, then...
I'm feeling blue
Just thinking of you
I get out of bed
Wish I was dead
And I hope you do, too
So I've given up I've thrown in the towel
I've taken all the pills
The law will allow
And so I'm feeling blue
Sir?
Give me the strongest thing you've got.
- On second thought, a Black Russian. - Very well, sir.
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 just my imagination or is the whole world crazy?
No, it's just a small percentage of the population, Frank.
I hope you're right. It's just that I don't know if I fit in any more.
You're still thinking about Jane, aren't you?
She's part of my life, Ed. Always will be.
I think about her constantly. But it's done.
When she said, "Get out of my life forever," I knew it was over.
Sometimes I think about you and Edna, and I envy you,
because you've had the same person every day for over 30 years.
You wake up with her, eat with her, sleep with her...
You make love to the same woman.
You spend every possible waking moment together,
while I'm out with 20-year-olds who just want to have fun and cheap sex.
Girls who can't say no, who can't get enough.
"More, more, more! It's your turn now to wear the handcuffs. "
I just want to love, Ed.
I'm sure you'll find love.
- I already have one. - It's from the lady.
Go to her, Frank. Go on!
I'll see you in the morning.
- Excuse me. - Pardon me.
Sorry.
This isn't easy to say.
I'm lonely, I'm lost. I need someone to hold, to love.
Frank!
Over here.
Well...
- What are you doing here? - I called your hotel, got no answer.
Then I tried the station house. 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.
Ding dong, the witch is dead Which old witch? The wicked witch...
Sam. That's enough. Play the other one, please.
You can't let old hurts die, can you?
You walk out of my life, no explanation...
- Didn't you get the letters? - Every one of them.
I didn't open them. I tore them up and threw them in the fire.
So you didn't get the cheque for $75,000 that your uncle left you in his will?
Why are you here?
I remembered something about the crime.
Outside the window, I saw a red van parked across the street.
Red van? Thank you, that'll be very helpful.
You've said your piece, 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 your lover Quentin's.
You...
I see a certain kitten still knows how to scratch.
I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that.
We're no good together. All you ever lived for was police work.
You were always busy saving the "end zone" layer.
Ozone layer! Frank, you never tried to understand.
How can you say that,
when I sank every penny into buying 1,000 acres of Brazilian rainforest.
Then I had it slashed so we could build our dream house.
Frank! How could you be so insensitive?
Insensitive? You think it's easy displacing an entire tribe?
- You try it sometime. - I'd better go. This was a mistake.
I don't know why I came here. I was hoping that you'd have someone.
I'm single. I love being single!
I haven't had this much sex since I was a Boy Scout leader!
I mean, at the time, I was dating a lot.
I told you the bombing wouldn't work.
We had no choice.
Look at this headline.
"President to give Meinheimer blank cheque at Press Club Dinner. "
That speech is in two days.
- Don't you think I know that? - We all know that.
Gentlemen, gentlemen...
I know that you're all worried, and I agree.
There's plenty to be worried about.
Like this solar power plant,
already operational outside Los Angeles.
Photovoltaic cells.
They convert sunlight directly into electricity.
Fluorescents. Last 10 times as long as a conventional light-bulb.
Uses only a quarter of the power.
Superwindows. They insulate as well as 10 sheets of glass.
An electric car, partially powered by solar panels.
But the truth is, gentlemen,
that I'm not worried about any of these things.
Because no one is 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! - Good heavens!
- What about his speech on Tuesday? - Dr Meinheimer will deliver his speech.
It is my view that we must rely on coal, oil and nuclear energy.
Our Dr Meinheimer.
- Oh, my God! - That's incredible!
Meet Earl Hacker, former arts consultant to Jesse Helms.
As I explained to Mr Hapsburg, my fee is $1 million,
and, might I add, I'm worth every penny of it.
But you gentlemen don't have any choice.
Do you?
After a good night's sleep, I headed back to police headquarters.
I figured that if I buried myself in police work,
I could forget about Jane and maybe in the process
catch a vicious killer before he struck again.
So far we had few clues and no real leads.
I was hoping that the lab boys had come up with something.
Shut it off!
And now one of you pays.
- Take it easy. - Say your prayers.
- Nice work. - What?
Can you show us the results from the Research Institute?
We weren't able to get any clean fingerprints,
but we did find footprints outside the Institute.
We made plaster casts of them. A size 91/2 D.
We're running a trace on it. But more interesting,
we also found this dinosaur footprint.
- A major find from the Palaeolithic era. - Anything else?
Yes, 20 feet down we discovered ancient timbers from Noah's Ark.
About the case...
I'll be leaving for Boston tomorrow where I'll deliver a major address
to the American Archaeological Society.
And I'm booked on Geraldo next week.
You're going on Geraldo because of this?
No, my wife is a transsexual Satan worshipper.
Meanwhile, we'll be continuing fingerprint analysis,
fibre checks, DNA breakdown and hair samples.
Then, using the microscopic dirt particles on this footprint,
we'll get a geological breakdown of the entire city.
We may not have that kind of time.
Then maybe this will help.
We found this wallet on the kerb outside the Institute.
We haven't examined it thoroughly. It just came down from the lab.
"Hector Savage". From Detroit. I remember this pug.
Ex-boxer. His real name was Joey Chicago.
Yeah. He fought under the name of Kid Minneapolis.
I saw Kid Minneapolis fight once, in Cincinnati.
No, that's Kid New York. He fought out of Philly.
He was killed in the ring in Houston by Tex Colorado.
- The Arizona Assassin. - Yeah, from Dakota.
- Was it North or South? - North.
South Dakota was his brother. From West Virginia.
You sure know your boxing.
All I know is, never bet on the white guy.
- You've got an address? - The card says, "Monique De Carlo".
"210 Bleckman Street. "
That's the red-light district. I wonder why Savage is hanging out down there.
Sex, Frank?
No, not right now, Ed. We've got work to do.
The address we had for De Carlo was in the city's Little Italy.
We went there, hoping it would lead us to Hector Savage
and lead us to a clue that would break the case wide open.
That's the cops. You've got to get rid of them.
All right, I'll handle it. Quick, hide in the basement.
You'll be safe down there.
- Ed. - Frank.
- Red van. - Yes, I know.
Jane said that she saw a red van
outside the Institute before the explosion.
- Let's take him down. - No, he's not working alone.
- Bug the van. See where it goes. - Good thinking.
- Nordberg! - No problem.
Lieutenant Frank Drebin, Police Squad. This is my Captain, Ed Hocken.
- Is this some kind of bust? - It's very impressive, yes...
But we need to ask you a few questions.
Listen. We're looking for Hector Savage. Where is he?
Why should I tell you?
Because I'm the last line of defence between sleaze like this
and the decent people in this town.
Hi, Frank. We got that D-83 Swedish Sure-Grip Suck Machine you ordered.
It's a gift.
Frank, come here. Quick!
It's Savage. He's on the move.
What? Hey!
Hey! Stop, stop! I'm a police officer!
Let's go. But remember, we can't let him spot us.
Pull over!
Nordberg's bugging device is right on the money.
I'm not kidding! Stop!
Shit!
He's changing direction. Stop the car.
Oh, no!
- He's getting closer. - We should see him any minute.
Keep your eyes peeled.
Oh, no!
Look, he's real close now.
Step on it!
Help! Stop, stop!
Frank, stop!
Stop right now! I've had it! I said stop!
Help!
Drebin, Police Squad. What do we have?
It's a tense situation. Savage is holed up in that house.
- Says he's got hostages. - He could be bluffing. Anything else?
Yeah. That red van is registered to one Quentin Hapsburg.
Well, it looks like the cows have come home to roost.
How are you doing, trooper?
Hey, stop firing!
Hold it! Stop firing!
Stop firing! Stop firing!
All right, give me the bullhorn.
This is Frank Drebin, Police Squad.
Throw down your guns and come out with your hands up,
or come on out, then throw down your guns, whichever you want.
Remember the two key elements.
One, guns to be thrown down. Two, come on out.
You just try and take me, Drebin! I've got more if you want them, copper!
- Looks like he's holding all the cards. - Not all the cards.
How about it?
You can't drive that tank! You're not checked-out on it!
Don't worry, Ed! Just keep him busy.
All right, what do you want?
I want a car out front. Something fun. A Porsche.
Then I want a plane ticket to Jamaica. And I want a nice hotel.
No touristy place.
Something indicative of the people and their culture.
We can't do that. We're calling your bluff.
Now put your hands on top of your head and come out.
We've got you surrounded front and... Hey!
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 call, Commissioner. - Thank you.
Excuse me.
Yes?
He did what?
How many animals escaped? Oh, my God!
Good evening, Commissioner. You're looking lovely tonight.
Do you realise that because of you this city is being overrun by baboons?
Well, isn't that the fault of the voters?
Excuse me.
Thank you all for attending this event in honour of Dr Meinheimer,
who tomorrow will make his historic address.
Along with the President, I pledge to support his recommendations,
whatever they may be.
And now, please enjoy the evening.
I'll see you later.
- May I cut in? - Frank!
- What are you doing here? - I enjoy a good party.
- Why are you really here? - I can sum that up in three words,
"Quentin Hapsburg. " I never liked him from the moment I laid eyes on him.
The man is as dirty as a coalminer's underwear in January.
What's gotten into you? He's a kind, gentle, concerned man,
who cares about people and is not as suspicious as some people I know.
Oh, yeah?
Ask him what his connection is with the van you saw the night of the explosion.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Ask him if he's pals with a two-bit goon named Hector Savage.
Stop it! You're just jealous because another man can give me
the understanding that you never could.
I just hope Quentin is watching right now, because he'll be jealous.
And a jealous man always makes the wrong move.
I'm counting on that!
Mr Drebin, Mr Hapsburg would like you to join him at his table.
- Solitaire is a lonely man's game. - Lieutenant!
I don't recall seeing your name on the guest list.
Nothing to be embarrassed about. I sometimes go by my maiden name.
Nice party. I see a lot of familiar face-lifts.
- Do you gamble, Lieutenant? - Every time I order out.
Que sera, sera...
- You do speak French, don't you? - Unfortunately, no.
But I do kiss that way.
Excuse me! You happen to be standing in my place.
Dr Meinheimer, you remember Frank?
- Mister... - Drebin, from Police Squad.
- You met him at the Institute. - Yes, of course! Do sit down.
Thank you, I don't intend to stay.
Let's play another game. Who's this?
- I wouldn't know. - He's been a bad boy.
He blew up a building and is driving a van registered in your name.
We own lots of vans. One of them was stolen three days ago.
Look, Lieutenant, I have nothing to hide.
Maybe, but I'm warning you.
If you so much as sneeze, I'll be there to wipe your nose.
Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for the first door prize of the evening,
an all-expense-paid trip to the Gilligan Islands.
And to draw the first winner, we would like to ask our guest of honour,
Dr Albert S. Meinheimer.
- Let me help you. - That won't be necessary.
No. No trouble at all.
I don't understand what's gotten into Frank.
I'm afraid it's merely a case ofjealousy, my dear.
You're going to wear all my gears down. We shouldn't push it like this.
- He gets around marvellously. - He does.
- Frank? - Jane.
I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry about what happened tonight.
- Oh, Frank. - I need to talk to you. May I come in?
Okay, but the place is kind of a mess.
I was about to make a protein shake. Do you want some?
No, thank you.
Are you sure? I'm trying out a new recipe tonight.
Do you know what Dr Meinheimer will say at the dinner tomorrow?
Yes, he'll endorse energy efficiency and renewable energy like solar power.
- Who else knew that? - Only me. And I told Quentin.
And if the President adopts a policy of supporting efficiency and solar energy,
who would be the biggest losers?
Coal, oil and nuclear.
- Frank! Frank! - 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 has been under a lot of stress lately.
Does he have any identifying marks? A scar, a mole, a tattoo,
webbed toes or a third nostril?
He has a birthmark in the shape of Whistler's Mother on his right buttock.
I see... Have you noticed anything different about him?
Only that he is a foot taller and seems to be left-handed now.
Frank! What are you trying to tell me?
That Quentin has found a double for Dr Meinheimer
and that he will give a fraudulent report to the President?
That's brilliant. That's a lot better than what I had come up with.
Stop it, this is preposterous! Is there no end to your jealousy?
Jane, you're hurting me.
- What more do you want from me? - Can I use your phone?
- Local call? - Yes.
All right. If you'll excuse me, I have to take my shower.
The phone is in the other room. You can let yourself out. Goodbye.
Give me Captain Ed Hocken, please.
Ed, I'm onto something big. I'll need you and Nordberg tomorrow.
What is he doing in Detroit?
Send him the plane fare and a new pair of pants.
Of the way we were
Memories
Like the colours of my mind
Misty water-coloured memories
Of the way we were
Scattered pictures
Of the smiles we left behind
Smiles we gave to one another
Of the way we were
Can it be that it was all so simple then
Or has time rewritten...
Frank!
Just as I suspected.
Come on, on your feet.
Jane...
What happened to the water pressure?
Jane!
Frank!
I was so frightened!
- What happened out there? - It's nothing to worry about.
But if I were you, I wouldn't leave until they shampoo the carpets.
- Who would want to kill you? - Before tonight, only the cable company.
Now I'm afraid it's one of Hapsburg's goons. He was carrying this.
Oh, Frank! I feel like such a fool.
- I should never have doubted you. - There, there...
You couldn't know that the man you were dating was a murdering sociopath.
Oh, Frank! We have to help Dr Meinheimer.
- He's in danger. - Yes.
They'll probably torture him, then kill him.
It's all my fault!
They'll start by tearing out his toenails and then move on to the nose hairs.
Oh, no! What are we going to do?
If my hunch is right, they're holding him hostage here.
- At the Home Club? - What? No!
At this warehouse. I've got to get going to rescue him.
- You'll be careful? - Of course I will.
I will...
I guess I'd better be on my way.
I promised Nordberg we'd bake a raisin nut-bread tonight.
I can't fight it any more!
I ran away from you once. I can't do it again. Will you stay with me?
Please?
Frank, we've got no business doing this.
We've only got a dock pass and your hunch.
Hapsburg is up to something right up to his pretty, imported shirt collar.
It's a perfect day. This fog'll keep us concealed to Hapsburg's warehouse.
That's not fog. The number two engine's on fire. They're putting it out.
Let's run through this one more time.
At 3: 15, Nordberg will cut the power lines, knocking out the alarms.
Yeah. Right.
- Nordberg. - Got it.
I'll be in the van waiting for your signal. Are you wired-up?
Yeah. Right.
When you hear me say, "I love it", you guys move in.
- Check. - Ready, Frank?
The water's over there.
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Commercial two.
Just the way I like it!
Someday, way into the future,
the sun may be able to provide for all our energy needs.
But right now, it gives us a comfortable feeling
to know that our home is being supplied by nuclear power.
I know what you're thinking, but we're not worried.
We know that nuclear energy is safe.
In fact, we think of it as our friendly neighbour.
But remember, our friend can't exist without huge government subsidies.
So tell your congressman to keep those government dollars
rolling into nuclear power.
I'll have to find another way in, Ed.
They've got killer guard dogs here. Do you read me?
Loud and clear. Nordberg, how are we doing?
We're at our destination.
Ed, I'm going to try the roof.
I'm going to try it again.
- Cut the power line. - Right.
Help!
Come in, Nordberg. Frank, hold on. We have a problem.
Well... It's Lieutenant Drebin.
You were supposed to have been killed last night.
But now I think I'm going to enjoy doing it myself.
It'll be slow and painful.
- What's that smell? - That would be me.
I have been swimming in raw sewage. I love it.
I love it!
That's the signal, let's go.
It's stuck. Give me a hand.
Ed, help me! Ed!
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 you've met Earl Hacker.
Why you son of a...
And then I'd like you to meet the Redmans.
Weekend guests from out of town.
We're going to the Press Club Dinner. Make sure nothing happens to Drebin
until I come back.
Then I want the pleasure of killing you myself.
The pleasure is all mine.
See you after the speech, Lieutenant.
- Freeze! - That's it. Freeze!
Don't move!
Good Lord! Look at what they did to Dr Meinheimer.
Are you okay, Dr Meinheimer?
That's okay. Don't try to talk.
I just can't take this any more.
Garbage like you just makes me sick!
- Ed... - Okay?
I'm just John Q. Public now. It's just you and me.
- Mano a mano. - Ed...
I'll teach you to pick on a helpless invalid!
All right, he's had enough!
Somebody help the Captain. We've got to get to that dinner.
This guy's heavy!
Any predictions, Mr Sununu?
There won't be any surprises in Dr Meinheimer's address.
He'll recommend that the President continues our policy of oil dependency,
and more dollars for subsidising nuclear power, as I've recommended myself.
We'll have more on the dinner later and an update on the escaped zoo animals.
This is the most important evening of my career. We can't afford mistakes.
If you see Drebin or any Police Squad near these premises,
I want them arrested on sight.
I told Jane to meet us at the hotel's rear entrance.
- Where's that? - In the back.
She'll unlock the doors at 7:30.
- What about Hapsburg? - Hopefully, she can stay clear of him.
Let's go.
Why, Jane!
What are you doing out here? The party's inside.
Quentin! I was just getting a breath of fresh air.
I grew up on Lake Erie. There's nothing quite like it.
Well, I'm quite sure...
But how fortunate to have found you. Now you can join me at my table.
Jane! Something must have happened to Jane.
Bernardo, you've got the keys?
I have a better idea. Follow me!
Your attention, please. Ladies and gentlemen.
Thousand points of... Light. Light, a thousand points of light.
Recession... Bad. Recovery... Good. Yeah, I think I've got that.
Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States.
Bésame
Bésame mucho...
Each time I cling to your kiss I hear music divine
Bésame mucho
Hold me, my darling and say that you'll always be mine
We'd better make our move.
Yeah, I'm thinking about something more up-tempo, like Guantanamera.
No, I mean Hacker! He's getting ready to make a speech.
Right! I'll intercept Hacker.
You get the doctor prepared for his speech.
Bravo! Encore!
Ladies and gentlemen...
- Dr Meinheimer. - Yes?
- Or should I say Hacker? - Drebin!
Look what he's doing to that man in the wheelchair!
- Can't someone help? - Come on, guys. Let's get him!
- Give me a shot at him! - Beating a guy in a wheelchair, huh?
- We'd better get this man first aid. - Sit tight, mister.
Thank you.
I'm pleased and honoured to be with you tonight on this historic occasion.
Tonight, Dr Meinheimer, as he looks up to the future,
no doubt realises how our dependence on foreign oil
has put a stranglehold on the budget.
A lot of cuts will have to be made and some people will be hit hard.
But we'll just keep cutting until we have an impact.
That's the only way we'll be able to move forward.
Now I present to you Dr Albert S. Meinheimer.
Oh, my God! He can walk!
He can walk! It's a miracle!
I can walk!
Get off me, you moron!
Hey, come back here!
Everything seems to be okay now, so without further ado,
I present to you, once again, the man who needs no introduction,
the esteemed Dr Albert S. Meinheimer.
Hold it! Hold everything!
- Don't listen to him. He's a fraud! - No!
- I can prove it! - What are you doing?
The real doctor has a birthmark
in the shape of Whistler's Mother right here!
Obviously a forgery. We'll see about this!
Drebin!
Hold it! Frank is right. There is a fraud in this room, but it's this man!
And he's just given us this signed confession, implicating that man!
No, no, no...
That man. Quentin Hapsburg.
- They're gone! - Let's go!
- Let me go! - The roof.
Come on, Frank, hurry! Come on!
Tonight, I intend to share with you my report
on our need for a national policy
based on energy efficiency and clean, renewable energy sources.
Over there!
Frank!
Take cover!
Frank!
Nordberg! Cover me, I'm going in!
All right. Where's Hapsburg?
- Where are you hit? - It's not that.
- You're on my groin. - Oh, sorry.
- Where is he? - You're too late.
Hapsburg has Plan B in...
In... In...
Where, where? All right.
Who else is almost dead?
Okay, now...
- Talk! - You're too late, Drebin.
- He already said that. - Where did he leave off?
"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, Lieutenant.
I believe you're inquiring about Plan B.
That's where we detonate a small nuclear device.
Your Dr Meinheimer can talk all he wants.
No one will be left alive to hear it.
Detonation sequence activated.
I'm the only one who knows the abort code.
In 10 minutes, this building and everyone in it
will be reduced to a pile of rubble.
I'll be safely on my helicopter.
By this time tomorrow, I'll be hunting rhino in Botswana.
What do you think of that?
You certainly seem to be in touch with your anger.
I don't care what you think. You won't talk your way out of this.
Go ahead! Threaten me like you have the American people for so long.
But it won't work this time. You're part of a dying breed,
like people who can name all 50 states. The truth hurts, doesn't it?
Maybe not as much as jumping on a bicycle with the seat missing,
but it hurts.
That's as far as you go, Drebin.
Any final requests, Lieutenant?
Yes. Can I have the gun?
Oh, no. I'm not going to fall for that one.
Not so fast!
Six minutes to detonation.
- All right, talk! Give me that abort code. - Okay, I'll talk.
- Six numbers, two, one, seven... - I'm coming, Frank!
Thanks a lot.
- Are you all right? - I'm fine. Are you okay?
Yes, but unless we can disarm this computer, the building will blow.
- We must warn everyone. - Yeah, right.
- Jane, you'd better go. - No, Frank. I'm staying here with you.
But Jane...
If you're going to be blown to bits, I want to be here with you.
Jane, I promise you that if we ever come out of this alive,
I'll never let my police work interfere with our love again.
Frank. Frank!
The bomb. Let's go, Nordberg.
Four minutes to detonation.
- What are we going to do? - See what you can find in the manual.
Let me see here...
Oh, here we go.
"To reset detonation code, press pound sign. "
Per your command, the speed of this sequence has been increased.
Detonation now in two minutes.
So instead of spending $2.5 billion
on research into nuclear waste disposal,
the Federal Government, for only $500 million,
or the cost of one B-1 bomber,
could reduce the price of solar panels by 90%.
As Albert Einstein once said...
Wake up, wake up!
Wake up, the place is going to blow!
Wake up.
Wake up!
I'll get the lights.
To elaborate on point 102...
Here, read this. It's an emergency.
"His strong, manly hands
"probed every crevice of her silken femininity,
"their undulating bodies writhing in a sensual rhythm
"as he thrust his purple-headed warrior
"into her quivering mound of love pudding. "
Listen up, everyone. I want you to calmly file towards the exits.
That's it. Nobody run. Just walk, single file.
That's it. If we'll just stay calm,
no one will be harmed by the huge bomb that's going to explode.
It's a cookbook, it's a cookbook!
Twenty seconds to detonation.
- What are you going to do? - Fifteen seconds.
- It's got my sleeve! - Oh, no!
10, 9, 8...
- I can't get it. - Jane, my jacket!
5, 4, 3...
-2, 1... - Let's get out!
Frank, look!
You did it!
Thank you, Mr President, for those kind words,
but it's all part of the job.
Frank, I'd like you to consider filling a special post I'm going to create.
It may mean long hours, dangerous nights,
and being surrounded by some of the scummiest elements in our society.
You want me to be in your cabinet?
No... No!
I want you to head up a new Federal Bureau of Police Squad.
- That's a great honour. - It's what you've always wanted.
Congratulations.
Nice going!
- Get in here. - Thank you, Mr President.
Thank you. I'm very honoured.
This is something I've always dreamt of,
but I'll have to turn down your offer.
You see, I've learnt something this past week
about the Earth and about love.
I guess love is like the ozone layer.
You never miss it until it's gone.
Blowing away a fleeing suspect with my. 44 Magnum
used to be everything to me. I enjoyed it. Who wouldn't?
But now I want to be known as "The Environmental Police Lieutenant".
I want a world where Frank Junior, and all the Frank Juniors,
can sit under a shade 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.
I want a world where the Democrats have a candidate worth voting for.
I may not get there with you, but most of all,
I want a world where I can wake up each morning
with this woman, whom I love!
Yikes!
- Frank! - Jane!
Frank! Frank!
- Jane, will you marry me? - Yes, of course I'll marry you!
We love Frank! We love Frank!
One more picture. Turn around, over here!
Smile!
Help, George!
All right, let's see if I got this straight, now.
Energy efficiency, good.
Drilling in Arctic national wildlife refuge, bad.
Mr President, is everything okay in there?
I'm fine, thanks.