Beverly Hills Cop

In the bustling metropolis of Detroit, a tough-talking, street-smart cop like none other has earned a reputation for getting results, no matter the cost. Axel Foley is his name, and as the head of the Detroit Police Department's investigations unit, he's built a name for himself as the go-to detective for the city's most high-stakes cases. With his wisecracking wit, razor-sharp instincts, and infectious energy, Axel's taken on everything from carjacking rings to internal department corruption. And through it all, he's earned himself a loyal following and an iron-fisted reputation that's respected by both his peers and his enemies. So when Axel's best friend, Mikey Tandino, a prominent businessman and one of the city's most up-and-coming entrepreneurs, suddenly turns up dead in Beverly Hills, the people who matter most to Axel start calling - no one, that is, except Mikey. Axel's frantic attempts to get through to his friend are met with denial and obfuscation, and as the hours tick by, it becomes clear that something is very, very wrong. A quick phone call to his friend's employer reveals that Mikey was last seen alive on the last day of term, surrounded by his colleagues and members of the wealthy elite of Beverly Hills. Determined to get to the bottom of his friend's untimely demise, Axel decides to take a wild detour from the Motor City and trade in his trusty Detroit cop's badge for a tourist's map of Beverly Hills. With a sardonic grin plastered on his face and a mischievous glint in his eye, Axel heads west on a mission to track down his friend's killer - with, of course, traditional Detroit-style doggedness. The contrast between Axel's world and that of Beverly Hills is stark and unforgettable. Here's a city that values prim aesthetics, rigid social hierarchies, and status-bearing pretensions, versus a Detroit cop who'd rather take his chance in any number of less-than-reputable dice games than roll the dice on corporate America's saccharine niceness. In this strange new world, no one can truly match Axel's speed, agility, or bravado - least of all the slow-moving, risk-averse, and unprepared hosts at the Beverly Hills Police Department, led by the laconic, square-jawed, and entirely put-upon Detective Andrew Bogomil. Axel stumbles into the middle of it all, sending shockwaves through this buttoned-up, high-society bubble world like the sudden arrival of a Detroit storm. When Axel visits Mikey's office to look for a lead, he's initially faced with disdain from the boss's pretty and dismissive assistant, Jenny Summers. As he asks his probing questions and inquires about the suspicious death of his best friend, she begrudgingly tries to maintain a safe distance between Axel's bluster and any and all real facts she possesses, keeping a watchful eye on him like she does the rare arrival of a new, free house on one of their many beautiful gardens. If there's a smattering of people who say that Mikey was up for promotion and a rumored chance to take over his employer's, upscale Beverly Hills company then the world just isn't quite so foreign when Axel lands himself at the lavish mansion home of Andrew Bogomil. When Mike's car turns up abandoned, crashed and broken, Axel gets wind of it - it seems to be the same car he and his friend took for a turn just one day prior - a clear throwaway hint that this might be the way his friend went out in rather an ominous way and Axel's anger and anxiety spike to maximum while the picture becomes ever clearer about what Axel was to lose. When Axel's met with confusion, evasion, and downright hostility by a crew with whom he genuinely can't even reach eye-to-eye, his rough Detroit coping mechanisms kick in with razor-sharp clarity. If someone spits his name and points out an attitude like his and looks down at him with all the disdain only a group of self-made millionaires can come by naturally then their face - and certainly plenty else of what make up themselves - can't fail but shatter into a hundred slivers under the same harsh spotlight they give. Here, it begins, the confrontation - an idea conceived by the harsh and stern as hell and some of which quite possible fits Axel like a charm all at once like if they want to fire him just right after where an idea lands firmly. You can be for sure sure of one key detail - the chance has finally arrived at him to get into the skin of the most money-slick, ultra-beautiful, and razor-sharp Beverly Hills culture possible - with an aim at the innermost core from anywhere and so over-looked at practically anyone and everywhere present to grasp anything from a high-class apartment's flat-screen to, again, a grand white mansion fully accessorized with all genuine items that match the very taste of good America that one wishes could truly live here. As far his life reaches and begins to stretch - if his gut speaks so quietly about knowing his buddy would probably have simply never come back if they knew Beverly Hill's true value to the city as his people just said - his real work now lies in uncovering the mysterious threads of the wealthy, enigmatic world that stands ready to greet him, and showing the faces - however great their beauty - on a face as fast as Axel can muster. Beverly Hills's streets never knew what they were getting into when they called their attention to another mischievous soul out of the Motor City with him, that by when at last would turn up as a well-heeled resident just having walked and been put into either one elegant B.H. high-class neighborhood. The tough-guy attitude and raw emotion will soon make their mark, even if they try to stop it.