Vex snarls. She leaps onto a jet ski. Frank tries to follow, but his foot gets stuck in a mooring rope. He’s dragged face-first through the harbor, past a wedding barge, under a drawbridge, and finally deposited onto a beach where a children’s puppet show is in progress.
The guard squints. Frank shrugs, then swings the chicken. It squeaks harmlessly against the guard’s helmet. The guard blinks. Frank kicks him in the shin. The guard collapses—into a puddle of motor oil, sliding into the harbor with a dignified splash. The Naked Gun - From The Files Of Police Squad-...
CAPTAIN ED HOCKEN (60s, ulcer) rubs his temples. NORBERG (30s, earnest) adjusts a microwave-sized “surveillance computer.” Vex snarls
Frank freezes. He grabs the rubber chicken, holds it to his ear like a phone. past a wedding barge
Vex snarls. She leaps onto a jet ski. Frank tries to follow, but his foot gets stuck in a mooring rope. He’s dragged face-first through the harbor, past a wedding barge, under a drawbridge, and finally deposited onto a beach where a children’s puppet show is in progress.
The guard squints. Frank shrugs, then swings the chicken. It squeaks harmlessly against the guard’s helmet. The guard blinks. Frank kicks him in the shin. The guard collapses—into a puddle of motor oil, sliding into the harbor with a dignified splash.
CAPTAIN ED HOCKEN (60s, ulcer) rubs his temples. NORBERG (30s, earnest) adjusts a microwave-sized “surveillance computer.”
Frank freezes. He grabs the rubber chicken, holds it to his ear like a phone.