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The road of life
is always under construction.

The journey is hard,

but once you reach the top,
the view is amazing.

And that view is even more beautiful
when you have someone to share it with.

Mr. Blart.

For six days.

My beautiful wife of almost a week
let me know by letter

that she had what I like to call
"some regrets."

Her doctor called it
"uncontrollable vomiting."

Honey.

Her lawyer, "Dissolution of marriage."

That's okay. I needed
a little time to myself.

Like the song says,

"I've been to paradise,
but I've never been to me."

I spent the next two years losing myself

in the sweet escape of keeping
the West Orange Pavilion Mall safe.

At least I still had the one thing
that never seemed to let me down.

Security.

Are you lost, son?

Anyway, come with me.

- Thank you.
- You're very welcome.

Andy, now give the fake cop a hug.

We're actually...
We're certified, ma'am.

We take a test and everything.
It's pretty vigorous.

All right, hug him, Andy.

Well, it was nice to see you,
little man.

You know what, ma'am,
he doesn't want to give me a hug.

- And it's okay.
- No, he wants a hug.

- I don't think he does. Hey.
- Okay, Andy, hug him.

- Honey.
- Want to come in?

- Sweetie. You're embarrassing Mommy.
- He doesn't want...

- No, he's not embarrassing me. He's fine.
- Hug him.

He doesn't have to hug me.

I saw white. I saw white.

I'll get him again, ma'am.
I'll find him.

And on the home front, I always had Mom.

There's my paper.

That is, until she got drilled
by a milk truck.

Didn't know they even had those anymore.

I guess I was the last one
to get the memo.

Paul Blart had officially peaked.

Or had I?

"Congratulations, Officer Blart.
You have been selected to join..."

"Congratulations.
You have been accepted to UCLA."

Maya! Come down here!
I got some great news!

Me, too!

Honey, we've been invited to
the Security Officers Trade Association Expo

and award ceremony in Las Vegas, Nevada!

Vegas? Wow.

Yeah, I think I'm finally
being recognized

for, you know, getting the mall
out of that jam.

Dad, you saved the mall.
They should honor you.

- I'm so proud of you.
- Thank you.

You know, times have been tough,

but no matter what happens,

as long as I have you by my side,
I'm gonna be okay.

But enough about me.
What's your great news?

Yeah, I just remembered that

we have leftover baked ziti.

What a day!

Yeah.

All right.

- Can I help you with your bags, sir?
- No. That's how they get you.

- I'll be fine on my own, thank you.
- No problem, sir.

Lift with the legs. With the legs.

We're moving. Here we go.

Nice little break in the day.

We're going again. We're going again.

Legs.

- Paul Blart?
- Yes, sir.

I thought that was you.
Donna Ericone, Mall of America.

Man, we still talk about
your Black Friday save.

Thank you.

I don't know if you heard.

There's gonna be
a surprise keynote speaker tonight.

Word on the street,
it's gonna be the officer

who's gone above and beyond
the call of duty.

What?

I got to be honest, I had a feeling,
but do you really think that, I mean...

- Who else?
- Yeah.

Unless RoboCop walks into the room.

Yeah, I would definitely
stand down for RoboCop.

- He's not real.
- No, I know he's not real,

but I would stand down for him.

He ain't real.

Just don't tell anybody I told you.

- Told me what?
- About the key...

You got me. You done gone and got me.

That was in the throat.

That was in the throat.

- See you tonight.
- Yeah, okay.

Roger that, Officer Ericone.
That was straight to the throat.

That didn't even glance off the chest.
It went right up.

- May I help the next guest?
- We're next. Here we go. Yes.

- Yello-ha!
- Good afternoon.

- Welcome to the Wynn Resort.
- Checking in.

Absolutely, Mr. Blart.

Mr. Blart.

You're probably thrown
by the travel wear.

- Actually, it's "officer."
- Okay, sorry about that.

Yes, Officer Blart.

I see we have you
in a partial mountain view,

and you requested
a bottomless bowl of Peanut M&M's.

Yeah, it's strictly medicinal.

Unfortunately,
I am cursed with hypoglycemia.

Sugar level drops, so do I.

I'm sorry. Your room isn't ready yet.

But you can leave your luggage here,
and I will have it delivered to your room.

Dad, I'm starving.

- Can we just go get some lunch?
- Hold the mayo.

Hold on a second here.

You probably didn't know this, Heath,

but if you check the Grand Ballroom

and see which group
is booked there this evening,

I think your tune may change a wee bit.

- Mini Kiss. The cover band.
- Yeah, I'm not with them.

Is there a manager I could speak with?

You know, she's not available
right now, so...

You're taking my legs out
from under me here.

- Is the Terrace Café open for lunch?
- Yes, it is.

I'm out.

Bring it in, Heath.

Little tighter, bring it in. Yes.

Just a little bit closer range.
I can't let this out.

But it seems to be that I'm going to be
delivering the keynote speech tonight

at the security officers' convention.

You know, I think they canceled that.

They didn't.

But it was downsized
to Conference Room C.

Nope, F.

- Okay, here's a map of the property.
- Okay.

There you are.

- Thank you.
- No, that's yours to keep.

Don't need it. It's already been scanned.
Locked and loaded.

Thank you. Time for some lunch.

- Sir?
- Yeah?

Your daughter and the restaurant
are that way.

Yeah, you had that upside down
when I scanned it. That's why... It's on you.

- Was I lying about the conch fritters?
- You were not.

They're amazing,
with just the right amount of zip.

- Yeah, you got to love the zip.
- I do. I mean, I was born to zip.

I put my hand upon my hip
When I zip

- You zip
- We zip

I can't believe you know that song.

Hey, sir. You actually forgot
your valet ticket.

- Thank you.
- It's free.

Yeah.

I'm gonna go.

You were born to zip?

Since when do you use the word "zip"?

- I always use the word "zip."
- I don't like it.

Hipster talk. Everybody's zipping.

You need to slow it down, young lady.

Look, Dad, you're gonna have to
get used to the fact that I'm a big girl now.

Okay, first of all, we're all big.
We're Blarts.

Wide hips, thick ankles
and a low center of gravity.

That's how the good Lord made us.

That's why we're no good
at running hurdles, and we never will be.

What is that?

This? It's my vibrating fork.

It forces me to eat slower.

You think I eat fast at home?

On vacation, I'm like a cheetah
chasing a faster cheetah.

Okay, see? Look at that right there.

It's just fuel. It's just fuel.

Here you go.

- Mr. Blart.
- Shanghai!

Sorry. Sorry to startle you, sir.

- That's okay. You just hit the trip wire is all.
- Okay.

Well, I'm Divina Martinez,
the hotel's general manager,

and I wanted to apologize

about the confusion
regarding the convention.

And good news, I upgraded your room.

It has a view of the Strip.

It's ready right now,
and I wanted to give you the keys personally.

Sorry about that.

Although, I must say,
you have very soft hands.

Air bag!

Excuse me?

I sense what you're doing, Divina.

What am I doing?

Truthfully, being a bit transparent.

I'm sorry, I don't follow.

Look, I understand
it's the 21 st century,

and a woman can go after hers
just like a man.

- Dad, I'm pretty sure she wasn't...
- Tadpole, this is grown-up stuff. Okay?

Look, I know it takes two to tango,

but my dancing shoes
are currently out for repair.

- Sir, I'm sorry if I...
- Apology not needed.

Just know I'm working my way
through a maze of personal fire,

and until the flames of chaos subside,

I'm just not ready
for public consumption.

I understand, sir.

Have a great stay.

It's not just me, right?
I mean, she was relentless.

Relentless.

What troubles you, my pet?

I just had the strangest exchange
with that guy over there.

Yeah.

He accused me of hitting on him.

Funny.

They say overweight people
use humor to achieve affection.

You know what, that makes sense.

Excuse me, Ms. Martinez?

- Our VIP guest has arrived.
- Thank you.

Okay.

Welcome back to Wynn Las Vegas,
Mr. Sofel.

We have the accommodations
you requested all ready for you.

If you need anything at all, please,
don't hesitate to call either myself

or our head of security, Mr. Furtillo.

You guys took me for
a lot of money on my last visit.

Well, I hope you're able to
turn that around this time.

I plan to.

I got to say, I don't know
how this is an upgrade.

I'll tell you what, Maya, you take the bed.
I will take the rollaway.

Dad, this is your convention.
You can't sleep on the rollaway.

I certainly can, okay?
I once fell asleep raking leaves.

We'll figure it out later.
I got to get going.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Okay.

Thanks for telling me Victoria's secret.

What do you think you're wearing,
young lady?

A bathing suit?

Maybe for an elf.

Decorum. De-cor-um.

- I was just going to hang out by the pool.
- Yeah, well, not in that, you're not.

Fine.

- Then I'm going exploring.
- Hold up.

- You got your extra phone battery?
- Yes.

- Flashlight?
- Always.

- Hot pepper spray?
- Check.

- Pocketknife keychain window smasher?
- I do.

- Baby road flares?
- Yes, I've got it all!

One more second here. There.

I've set it to monitor, so I can hear
everything that's going on.

No way. I already feel like a SWAT unit.

Maya! Security is a mission.

Not an intermission.

Well, let's see if I bankrolled
the right NSA agent.

- How's that?
- So far, so good.

Excuse me, guys, but we have
a complaint about the noise.

That's why we have you.

Gotta say, Henk, nice uniform.

Right? Look at that. Smiley.

You don't want to know
what it took to get the real deal.

No, I don't.

Okay.

They've moved several of
the pieces in the last few days.

Here's the new locations of all 13.

Perfect. All right, I want to be in and out
in less than nine hours, people.

Sync up.

Sync.

Let's go!

Yes, shooter, yes! Yeah!

- What's all the hoopla, friend?
- This guy's crushing.

I'm literally running
out of room for my chips.

He's on the greatest run I've ever seen!

Sir, you're gonna have to place a bet
if you want to stand at the table.

I don't know how to play craps,
but I'll tell you what,

Lady Luck's certainly
been in my corner as of late.

So I am in, okay? What do I do?

It's easy. Give me $60.
We'll place the six.

- $60.
- 60 bucks.

Wow, this is exciting.
I got to be honest, very exciting.

Sir, can I get you a drink?

You know what, how much for a root beer?

'Cause I'm currently very invested
in Mr. Wynn's casino.

- Well, actually, it's complimentary.
- Complimentary.

I love it! Root beers around the horn!

What do you...
Just one is fine. Just one.

Sir, come on. This table's really hot.

- Give me 20 bucks for the hard six.
- Okay, $20.

- Give me $20 for the hard eight.
- $20.

- Give me $25 for the horn high yo.
- $25.

- Give me $20 on the field.
- That's all I have.

- The field is out there.
- No more bets.

All right! I've never felt more alive!

Shooter, come on! Number...

Seven out. Craps.

- Loser!
- Fat guy ruined it.

- You lost everything.
- You suck!

Get your bets down,
C and E's, horn bets, high-lows.

- Get this game going.
- Your root beer, sir.

Thank you.

Yeah, I would love that.

That's a very good choice. Nice. Gold.

Yeah, exactly. It was him. You guys...

Let's go.

How long have you worked here?

Not too long. Is that your dad?

I wish I could say no right now.
I'll be right back.

- Dad?
- Hey!

See you later, Tom and Rita.
You guys are awesome. Take care.

I'll see you at the reception.
I'm not gonna go.

I'm not gonna go. I'm not gonna go.

- Dad, are you spying on me?
- Spying?

- No. No, no, no. I...
- Dad, you're embarrassing me!

I'm sorry you feel that way.
I'll leave you alone.

Please.

Blart!

Saul Gundermutt,

head of the Security Officers
Trade Association.

- I catch you at a bad time?
- No. No, no. It's a pleasure, sir.

Pleasure's mine.

And I just want you to know
that I got you sitting at my table tonight.

I got to say, sir, I am just so excited.

I'm gonna be honest,
I did hear rumblings.

- Rumblings?
- About the keynote.

Yeah. Well, with good reason.

Nick Panero's giving it.

Great guy, great guy.

Yeah, Nick Panero.
Those were the rumblings.

That is just terrific.

It really is. That's... I'm so happy.

You know, maybe I could
meet him sometime.

- Pick his brain...
- Here's your chance.

Blart, Officer Nick Panero
and Officer Gino Chizetti.

- Hey, Officer Panero.
- Hold the applesauce, hotshot.

I heard of you. Rumor has it you thought
you were giving the keynote tonight.

- He thought he was giving it.
- You thought you were giving it?

- No. You know what, I never said...
- Man, you gotta stop

bringing up
that Black Friday thing, Blart.

- It was, like, six years ago.
- You got to let it go.

I never brought up Black Friday.

I heard you're pretty good
on one of those things.

I've been known to dabble.

I... I really shouldn't.

Actually, sir, you can't.

I'll need a valid driver's license
if you want to take it for a test drive.

Yeah, I'm all-access,
if you'll peep the laminate, okay?

Let me just nudge her
out of whisper mode.

Okay, well, I see you know
your way around a pl 33.

I do, I do, but this gal's a bit tired.

I got a modified i2 Commuter myself.

Still gonna need
a valid license, though.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

How's that?
Is that valid enough for you?

That was pretty valid, huh?

- Yeah.
- Please be careful, sir.

It's about weight distribution.

Make sure both your hands
are firmly on the grips.

I guess you wouldn't want me doing this!

- Yeah!
- Please don't.

Missed.

Blart!

- You see that?
- That's not good.

Still got the laminate.

Dad, are you okay?
You should really get checked out.

Pumpkin, my body's fine.

It's my ego that took a hit.

It turns out I'm not giving
the keynote tonight.

Well, you know what?

You should call a cop,
because you got robbed.

Well, thanks, kitten.
Technically, I don't need a cop.

- It's a figure of speech, Daddy.
- No, no, I know.

I'm just saying, you know,
just that cops think they're all that,

and I don't like it.

I do not like it.

Boy. We got a meet-and-greet in 15.

I was wrong! The body does hurt.

Lactic acid!

Honey, you're not even dressed. Come on.

As exciting as that sounds, I think
I'm just gonna take a bath and a nap.

I'm kind of tired.

Okay, yeah. I mean, no, you should...

You should get some rest.

Well, I'll come back
and get you for dinner at Bartolotta,

'cause we got reservations at 6:00.

- It's supposed to be the real deal.
- Gotcha.

Hey, Dad?

I'm really sorry about the speech.

I'll see you later.

I got this one guy against the wall.
He's really sweating. He knows it's over.

Then out of the corner of my eye
I see this other guy,

and then I turn to him
and I say, "Hand over the yogurt."

It was over that fast.

- Lights out.
- Lights out.

Hey, how much you pay for that belt?

I don't know. It was a gift
from my daughter.

You got a guy? 'Cause I got a guy.

No, I don't have a belt guy.

- That's crazy. What, you don't got a belt guy?
- No, I don't have a belt guy.

Khan Mubi. Nice to meet.

Khan Mubi. Nice to meet.

Nice to meet you.

It's been a heck of a day,
and that embrace certainly helped.

So thank you. First one warmed me up,
this one brought it home.

I think you kissed the shoulder.
All right, thank you.

My pleasure.

- Okay.
- It's time to go.

It is. And I think the doors
are open, so...

What's the latest, friend?

The Big Sticky Mess.

A grenade launcher
that shoots glue foam.

Marbles. You can't run
with these under your feet.

You can't even stand.

The Vitru Sonic Taser
renders your assailant

incapacitated for five seconds
at a time.

- Hey, Paul.
- Hey, Saul. What you got there?

It's getting revealed
tomorrow at the luncheon.

It's a prototype.
I'm not supposed to show anybody,

but since you're into
gyro-performance vehicles, take a gander.

Things will never be the same.

No!

Are you kidding me? Great.

- Are you okay?
- Thank you so much.

- Okay, here we go.
- Thanks.

- See you.
- Have a good day.

Hey, check it out, guys.

When you want them to pay the price,
you reach for The Finisher.

The most effective non-lethal
beanbag firearm on the market today.

Why don't you give it a spin?

- Me?
- Yeah. It's easy.

Okay.

Laser focus.

Exhale, pull the trigger. Predator.

The adjustments are off on the sight.
I can tell, it's a little off here.

That's the problem.

- Paul Blart, Mall Cop.
- Yes, sir?

Eduardo Furtillo,
head of security of Wynn Las Vegas.

Pleasure to meet
a fellow brother-in-arms.

You know, a fun fact for you,
you might not notice,

but Mr. Furtillo here,
being the head of security,

is in a black coat while...

- I'm sorry, son, I didn't get your name.
- Jenkins.

...Jenkins is in a purple coat.

See, there's a hierarchy of coat colors
based on their security responsibilities.

Black, gray, pine,
and then, last, purple.

Sorry, no offense.

You're wearing a polyester shirt
with Spanx underneath.

Yes. Good catch.

- I see you admiring the non-lethals.
- Yeah.

I guess they don't trust you
with the real stuff?

No, they do, but we choose not to.

I mean, what are you
really guarding anyway?

Cell phone covers and Cinnabon?

There's also three ATMs
and a Dave & Buster's

that just is off the hook after 9:00.
It just gets crazy.

By the way, as a professional courtesy,

I'm happy to keep my eyes peeled
for any irregularities while I'm here, so...

Hey. Closer.

Closer.

Since I was named
head of security five years ago,

we have not had
so much as a towel go missing.

Your mother must be very proud
of your accomplishments.

That got real.

Wow, that was impressive.

Was it me, or did he smell
like tobacco and vanilla?

'Cause I got a...
I don't know if it's cologne...

Let's just get some yogurt.

Maya?

Honey, I've been thinking
about the menu,

and I don't care,
I'm going double parm. So...

Sunshine, you still in the tub?

Honey?

Get me security!

That's so cool, you got into UCLA.
You must be stoked!

Not really. I haven't been able
to tell my dad.

Why not? That's huge!
Don't you think he'll be excited?

I don't think he can handle it.

My parents were thrilled
when I got my GED.

That is so cool your parents
support you like that.

Yup. Third time was the charm.

I'm not kidding.
Was closer to four, actually.

No. I got to go. I was supposed
to meet my dad for dinner.

- Okay, cool. Maybe I'll see you later.
- Yeah. I hope so.

Yeah, okay.

My daughter's missing.
She's not answering her phone.

Mr. Blart, I want you to know
that we will get to the bottom of this,

despite our differences.

Differences?

We need to establish motive.
Do you have a lot of money?

- Define "a lot." I mean, there's...
- Any.

No. Actually, I don't have a lot, no.

All right, are you an important man?

Well, you know,
that depends who you ask.

I got to be honest.

Could this be some domestic situation?

- Your wife got angry?
- I'm not married.

- Your girlfriend found out you...
- No girlfriend, I don't have a girlfriend.

- Does anybody love you?
- Yes. My daughter,

and she's been kidnapped.

You know, since she's an adult,

normally we're not gonna file
a missing persons report

till she's gone for at least 24 hours.

Well, let me tell you something.

I've been in the security game
for over 16 years,

and I've seen things
that you would not comprehend.

Understand this.
We are pulling the trigger, boys.

Now, I need you to establish a perimeter
and lock down the premises.

- You going to answer that?
- We're losing precious time!

This is Officer Blart.
I need to keep this line...

Yep. No, no. Okay. I see.

Yes. No, no, I can't... I can't...

I can't talk about it right now.

Okay, okay, okay.
Now, we're gonna talk...

We're gonna talk about it later.
We're gonna talk about...

I gotta get going. I'm going.

Yeah, that was my daughter.
She's calling from the restaurant.

She just... She just called.

She's good.

My agents are highly
trained professionals

that do not have time
to let you play out

your little fantasies
about being a real cop, Mr. Blart.

Totally understand. I get it.
Yeah, you're right.

It is Officer Blart.

Hey, Dad. I ordered your favorite.

Really? Well, you know what?
I've lost my appetite.

What has gotten into you?
You lied to me.

You said you were taking a nap.

- Well, I was going to, but...
- You never called me once.

You leave the bath filled,
which could have caused water damage,

candles lit, which could have
burnt down Las Vegas, Nevada.

I'm sorry. It's just that Lane invited me
to go out to the pool...

Lane? Lane?
That's what this betrayal's about?

Chicken Chow Lane?

Dad, people are looking.

What happened to her, Maya?

What happened to the pristine girl
who could never tell a lie?

What happened to
my little George Washington?

- George Washington?
- He could never tell a lie.

He was full truth in a powdered wig.

- I think you're overreacting.
- Really?

And when were you
gonna tell me about that?

- Where did you find this?
- Please, Maya,

I'm a highly trained
security specialist.

You can't expect
to keep secrets from me.

I didn't think I'd get in.

I didn't even know you applied there.

What happened to Central Jersey
Applied Technical Junior College?

We're talking about UCLA here.

Yeah, I thought
we were talking about CJATJC.

Dad, you don't understand.

I have a chance to go to California.

Maya, California, it's too far away.

Well, think about it this way.

You could come visit me in the wintertime
when it's really cold in Jersey.

Of course I can, if I want some smog
on my earthquake flakes!

You know what? I've decided. I'm going.

Wait, wait. You just decided?

Well, you know what? Decision overruled.

Judge Blart now in session!

I know you've lost a lot lately,
and you're scared,

but what you're doing right now
is so wrong.

I'm going to UCLA.

Maya, Maya, you get back...

Maya.

Paul? I catch you at a bad time?

I want you to meet the wife.

- Okay.
- Nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you, yeah.
- Are you here with your wife?

- Daughter.
- Yeah.

It's our last trip together
before she goes off to college.

Crusher.

- Gosh, ours just went last year.
- Yeah.

It was just as depressing as Idaho.

Yeah, the silence was unbearable.

I mean, the house was like
a cold tomb of loneliness.

Anyway...

- I would get so sad.
- Honey.

When you would leave for work,

I would just fire up the Sarah McLachlan,
walk into her closet

and smell the sweaters
that she left behind.

Yeah, I smell them.
I smell the sweaters.

Well, at least I have
this little angel to get me through.

I mean, can you imagine

- trying to get through it alone?
- No, I couldn't do it.

- Could not do it.
- I could never do that alone.

- I love you.
- Love you, too.

Can't wait to meet your wife.

- Yeah, that'd be terrific.
- Yeah.

- Vegas, baby!
- Let's hit the tables!

Have her call me if you want to
get her nails done or whatever.

All right.

Problem?

They've already upgraded the lock
on Mr. van Gogh to the dual control.

You said the upgrades
weren't scheduled till tomorrow.

Because that is what
the security e-mail said.

Now, I do have a guy on the inside

who was supposed to alert me
if the schedule changed.

Obviously, he didn't.

Options.

We disable both controls
at the exact same moment

with a thermal lance.
Now, it can be done,

but that's gonna push us back.

Okay. Let's switch out all the other pieces
before the rest get upgraded.

Then we can focus on the van Gogh.

It's number one on our buyer's list,
and I am not leaving without it.

Everybody listen up.

We're going now.

Now, we're leaving
the van Gogh for last,

so Nadia will coordinate the new order.

They say Las Vegas has
the best security in the world.

Well, we're about to find out.

Bring me your guy on the inside.

- What'd I do?
- You don't get it.

- You just do not get it.
- Get what?

I said you had nice hair and nice teeth.

- Officer needs assistance.
- Don't you get it?

You smell like peat moss and curry,
and I think I'm gonna throw up.

You don't want to go out with me?

Whoa. Seems to me like two nice people
are trying to board the peace train,

but she seems to have derailed.

Look, this hairy, drunk rent-a-cop
confused "go away" for "hit on me."

- Hey...
- Ma'am, Officer Panero here,

who, in my professional opinion,
doesn't seem drunk,

has at least three years' training
in distress recognition.

I'm sure he sensed that
an attractive lady sitting by herself

most likely seemed a bit lonely.

So before you retreat
behind that wall we all put up,

just know that Officer Panero
was here for you.

Maybe I overreacted.

And he's giving the keynote tonight.

- Pleasure to be here.
- He's blotto.

Sort of like someone's mother
last Columbus Day.

Will you let it go?
It was a half box of wine.

She's very patriotic.

Well, there's no way Panero can go on.

We need a leader right now that can
step up, take the reins and inspire us.

I understand.

I tried contacting Officer Ferguson from TSA,
but he must have his phone off.

I mean, my hands are tied.

Paul?

Can you step up to the plate
and save us?

I'm gonna need my dress whites.

Come on.

- Your uniform, as requested, Officer Blart.
- Thank you very much.

Here you go.

I am the general manager of this resort,
so I don't take tips.

And I don't normally deliver
dry cleaning either,

but I just... I wanted to clarify

that I was not making advances
towards you earlier,

nor would I, ever.

Look, I understand you have
no control over this.

Integrity is a bewitching gumbo,

but I'm preparing now, internally,
to give the keynote.

So if you don't mind, okay?

Look, this is crazy.

I'm actually dating someone.

Please, ma'am, I practically invented
the fake boyfriend thing.

What?

Listen, you have no bearing
on my life whatsoever.

Your lip is sweating. It's sweating.

There is an audience out there
of security professionals

that paid good money to hear you speak.

They want to hear you.

That's not true. They didn't pay anything,
but they do deserve your best.

They deserve it. They deserve it.

Yeah, come on, man.

Just loosen up, baby, loosen up.

Coming at you! I'm gonna be coming.

Bring it to them, bring it to them.

I'm getting tight. I'm getting tight.

I can't breathe, man.

That's orange chicken.

What am I gonna say?
What am I gonna say?

I got to get air.
I got to get air, I got to get air.

I got to get some air.

I got to get air, I got to get air.

This is nice.

And pulse back in range.

Okay.

Thank you.

Get out of here.

All right.

Hey! Nope, nope, move along.

Get away. Move along.

Get away from me. Hefeweizen!

Get out of here!

Get out of here.

Get out!

My God!

Is there someone you can call?

Can you help me? Can you call backup?

I hurt my neck, I hurt my neck.

Okay.

Hey, thanks for all your help.

There you are.

- We're about to announce you.
- Okay.

Come on, Maya.

Thanks.

Cool party. Whose suite is this?

The housekeepers are
all good friends of mine.

They let me know when the high rollers
check out early, so...

- You okay?
- Yeah. Everything's great.

I'll be right back.
I got something for you.

I think you're gonna like it.

Yeah!

Very kind, very kind.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I know you're here to see Nick Panero

deliver the keynote speech.

However, due to circumstances
beyond our control,

we've had to bring in
a different speaker tonight.

Yeah, I know, I'm disappointed, too.

So, instead, how about
a nice, warm Expo welcome

for Officer Paul Blart.

Thank you, Officer Gundermutt.

Is it warm in here,

or am I ordering my next uniform
from Rochester Big and Humid?

I am honored to be here,

in the presence of the greats
from the past.

Just looking at these faces reminds me
of the questions so many people ask.

Why do we do it?

Why walk a beat
knowing that on a typical day

you'll get zero pats on the back?

But you know what you will get?

A whole lot of ridicule.

What are you doing here?

I thought Mini Kiss was playing.

What are you doing here?

I get it. We're easy targets.

People call us heavy, skinny, lumpy.

They point out our bad skin.

What is it that we all have in common?

In the words of Joseph Conrad,

who wrote some really long books
about sailing and stuff,

"We live as we dream.

"Alone."

Turns out I am giving
the keynote after all,

so it'd mean a lot
if you could be there, peanut.

You were supposed to tell me

- if the schedule got moved.
- Let's calm down.

And no one told me anything.

I'm sorry. Bye.

Get her.

And yet, when people ask me,
"Why do you do it?"

I have to laugh.

'Cause they think I have a choice.

I don't.

I, like you, didn't choose security.

Security chose me!

Every morning, I pull my pants on
one leg at a time,

and I slip on my soft-soled shoes,

and I hear the same calling you do.

"Help someone today."

Come on, Dad.

"Help someone today."

Sounds easy, doesn't it?

But if being a security officer was easy,
anybody could do it.

Anyone can do it.

Takes a certain breed.

Someone who has Spidey-senses
when things are going wrong.

Sure, you can meet all kinds of people
in this line of work.

Your shoplifters, your pickpockets,

your freeloaders

stealing a nap in
a Brookstone massage chair.

- They're the worst.
- Don't get me started.

And there's the old lady
who can't find her car in Parking Level F

'cause she doesn't have a car.

And there is no Parking Level F.

It only goes up to D.

And all of a sudden
you're asking yourself,

"Why do I do it?"

Till the little boy, tears in his eyes,
is tugging on your sleeve.

He says to you,

"Mister, mister, mister.

"Can't find my mommy."

That's why you do it.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

I will close with this.

If you believe the purpose of life
is to only serve yourself,

then you have no purpose.

Help someone today!

- Jackpot!
- You nailed it! You nailed it!

Way to go, Blart!

You go, Paul Blart!

Maya, look, I know you're mad at me.

- Dad!
- But hear me out.

- Look, I feel just terrible.
- I need your help!

Yeah, and I need your help.
This is what I'm trying to say.

Dad! I saw something
in the Presidential Suite

I guess I wasn't supposed to see.

- And now they're after me.
- Who?

I don't know.

Angel, please don't worry.
I know exactly what you're dealing with.

It was just somebody
trying to intimidate you.

Trust me, they're all bark and no bite.

They're coming for me!

Misread it. Okay, sweetheart.

Stay on the phone with me.
I'm on my way!

Maya, use your pepper spray!

Maya, Maya, what's happening?

Maya?

- Maya!
- Thank you.

- Who is this?
- This is Officer Paul Blart

from the West Orange Pavilion Mall.
Who am I speaking with?

Don't you worry about that.

Well, that's not fair.
I already told you my name.

- Now, where's my daughter?
- Your daughter.

Wow, you don't know when to
shut your mouth, do you?

Listen, I don't think you have a clue
to who you're messing with.

Actually, I don't need a clue.
You just told me.

And if you decide to go
to the real cops,

attempt to track this cell phone
or make any attempt to come after me,

boy, I am so crazy,

I'll put you and your daughter
in a world of pain.

Yeah? Well, here's a few things
you don't know about me.

First off, pain is my copilot,
so no problem there.

And second off...

Hello. Hello?

Hello? Hello?

Strange. Okay, let's go.

Get rid of this.

Hey, yo, have you guys seen Maya?

- Who's Maya?
- I introduced you to her.

She was the girl
I was talking to right over there.

Dude, he's hammered.
She was on the phone and went that way.

- That way?
- Yeah.

Enjoy.

Maya?

Maya?

Maya?

Looking for someone?

Okay, clear this place out.

This location's been compromised.

Bring those two to the villa.

Sugar.

Sugar.

Daddy, look at the beautiful flowers.
Can I draw on them?

Not now, honey. Daddy's on the phone.
Go with Mommy.

Must get sugar.

Come on, sugar.

- Please, sir, please.
- Just let us out.

We're not gonna cause any trouble.
We're not gonna say anything.

- Please, sir. Please.
- Sir, please let us out!

- What the heck is going on?
- I think they're stealing art from the hotel.

- From the what?
- From the hotel.

- What is that?
- I got this for you.

Here. It's either this or sunblock.

Maya.

Have sweet mercy! Oh, my!

I am so sorry, ma'am.

Nope, my fault. I startled you.

- I just feel terrible.
- No. I deserved it.

Can I help you up
or get you some medical attention?

Not necessary.

This just shifts the focus
away from my arthritis.

- You're sure?
- I'm fine.

- Are you gonna want turndown service?
- No, thank you!

Officer, how can I help you?

I need to know who's staying
in your Presidential Suite.

Okay, first of all,
you need to slow things down a bit.

And, secondly, that's actually
against resort policy. So...

I got this, Heath.

Sir, I can help you down here.

Well, I guess I've been overruled.

Now, what can I do for you?

I need information on who's staying
in your Presidential Suite. It's urgent.

- What's going on?
- I can't divulge that at this moment.

It's top secret stuff, okay? Just...

Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Blart,

but, unfortunately, I won't be able
to give you that information,

because it is against protocol.

See? I told you I feel
no admiration for you,

so sorry, there are no special favors.

You're breathing in double time.

Just tell me who's staying there.

I can't say no to you.

He's a high roller who books his rooms
through his company.

Norbertine Shipping
out of Hamburg, Germany.

Shipping. Thank you.

You're so...

Come on. No.

I think I can short this
and get us out of here.

Or maybe we should just do
what they say.

We've seen what they look like, Lane.
They're not gonna let us go.

- Can I help you?
- Hey.

Muhrtelle.

It's pronounced like
"turtle" or "girdle."

No, Muhrtelle. I got it right away.
I'm pretty good.

- Why are you back here?
- No, I'm from shipping, so...

- I'm from shipping.
- Yeah, I know.

I'm from corporate, so...

If you could give me a moment,
I'd like to place a telephone call.

No, no, no, no. No need, really.

Okay, actually, I'm...

I'm from Internal Affairs Shipping.
Yeah.

Corporate sent me here to check up
on you and your coworkers.

Random selection.
No need to get too nervous.

- Is it okay I eat my lunch?
- Sure, yeah. You might as well.

I'm just gonna fire
some questions at you, though,

vis-a-vis this particular shipment here.

Now, where exactly did...

Wow, that is the brownest banana
I've ever seen.

That's borderline black. I wouldn't
eat that if I were you. That's...

You're eating it. He's eating it.

I'm gonna throw up
a little bit, I think.

I think that's poison.

That's sickening.

Where did this ship from?

I don't know.
Some man brought a bunch of these down

from the Presidential Suite.

You mind opening it for me?

Internal Affairs, so I just...

Do you have any identification?

Don't you worry about that, Turtle.

- I'll ask the questions here.
- Wait.

I want to ask a question.

What do you think
you're doing with that crate?

I was just simply just checking that...

- Someone's messing with the shipment!
- Radio.

Unacceptable. Kill him.

A mall.

Home-court advantage.

Bingo.

Pain!

This is it. I'm going down.

Took care of some cop.

- For good?
- Don't worry about it. He's gone.

He sleeps with the fishes. Literally.

Excellent.

Not today, death! Not today!

Sir.

We ask that guests dry off
before entering the casino.

Absolutely. I should have
thought of that.

Why don't you come with me, sir.
I'll get you a dry towel.

That would be great.

On second thought,
I think I'd rather air-dry.

Because you're not
who you say you are...

Ramos.

Excuse me?

The buttons on your uniform
are rivet brass,

made by Cintas uniform supply,

which stopped using
that particular type of metal,

due to humanitarian reasons,
18 years ago.

Since there's no way
you're a day over 30,

and the Security Association
restricts the hiring

of anybody under the age of 18,

there is no way
you are a security guard here.

You're right.

Headbutt!

That's a very good defense. One more!

I'm definitely done. Not this time!

- That was the last one. You have my word.
- All right.

Hey, what's going on?

- Hey. Sorry. Guy's drunk.
- Well, why'd you let him run off?

- I'll make sure I get him back to his room.
- You do that.

Security's been breached.

Of course.

Eduardo's in on it.

Fool me once, shame on me.

Fool me twice, shame on me.

No, that's me twice. That doesn't work.

Hey!

Gosh. Come on.

Hey!

That's Paul Blart.

- I'd love to see you up there.
- I would if I had a good hamstring.

- I don't got a good hamstring.
- It's all right.

Who is this guy? What's going on?

Sorry. Big man on a rope!

Sorry.

This whole thing's like a pool inside,
like an indoor pool.

- It's unbelievable.
- Unbelievable.

Take a dip! Yeah!

Yeah! Sorry. Tuck and roll.

This ain't real.

Thank you, Paul!

What a guy!

Come on, man. I know you're in here.

Okay.

It looks like we've come
to a fork in the road.

What?

A little too much club.

Okay.

There you go.

Yeah.

- Ramos, it's Henk. Where are you?
- Le Rêve theater.

Some cop may be onto us.

Wait. Big guy? Mustache? Snug pants?

- Yeah, that's the one.
- I thought he was dead.

- This guy's like a cockroach.
- Where are you?

We're about to move the Botero.

Roger that.

Henk, Ramos, Botero.

Who are these guys?

Come on, Paul, think for Maya. Think!

All this for stupid art.

Who is Art?

Come on, think.

Windershins! It's about the art!

They're stealing art from the hotel!

Ramos, this is Henk.

Did you get the new locations yet?

Henk, you didn't tell me where you are.

We're in the casino. Stop calling me.

- Vincent wants you, out.
- Let the games begin.

Found our friend.

Didn't see it. Didn't see it.

That's clean glass. Okay.

- So?
- I'm gonna need about 20 minutes, Vincent.

Move as fast as you can.

No, no, no!

Vincent. Vincent, this is Henk.

- Where are you?
- Waiting for the van Gogh. Where are you?

I'm on my way.

I'm coming for you, Maya.

Could you press one, please?

- Good crowd tonight?
- Yeah.

- Did you guys play Beth?
- No.

- Great hair.
- Thanks. It's not mine.

- Told you we should play Beth.
- Not now, Frank!

This hotel is solid.

This gift is adorable, but...

The globe lights up with copper wiring.

My father insists that I keep
an extra phone battery on me.

Stand back.

That should do it.

Come on.

The helicopter is fueled and ready

Perfect. What are you doing?

From the hotel gift basket.

- What is that in your hand?
- Oatmeal cookie.

I'm deathly allergic.
What are you trying to do to me?

- Sorry.
- Get rid of it.

- Double back.
- Doubling.

We can't get out through there.

- Pocketknife keychain. Just in case.
- In case what?

I get kidnapped by bad guys
and held hostage.

- It's happened before.
- What?

Room 3402. Charge it, please.

- Hey! Can you help us?
- Absolutely.

Five more minutes, Vincent,
and then we are done.

Secure the painting
and let's get out of here.

We've got less than three hours
to meet our buyer.

Roger that.

All right, Vincent, since you took
something precious from me,

I'm taking something precious from you.

It's a bad day to be bad people.

Paul, mi amor!

No!

- Van Gogh is traveling.
- Excellent.

I want the truck waiting
in Juárez in one hour.

Yeah!

Enjoy the ride.

See you.

Where's that phone?

Come on.

- Please tell me Blart is dead.
- Yeah, if by dead, you mean

taking out your crew one by one,

and being in possession
of one of your prize paintings.

- Which one?
- I'm gonna say...

- I don't know, sunflowers?
- That's a van Gogh, you idiot.

Yeah, you know what? Well, it's van gone
if you don't ramp down the hurtful words.

- What do you want?
- I want to make a deal.

A swap. A trade.

Suggesting we make an exchange.

- You see, I have the painting...
- I got it.

Meet me at the Grand Hall, alone.

Time to even the playing field.

Come on, man.

I'm sorry.

You know what?

I made my decision.

If we live, I'm not going to UCLA.

- Are you sure?
- Yes!

I can't abandon him.

He's never been alone.

We've always lived with my grandma.

Until a milk truck took her
to a better place.

And then there was
those six days of marriage.

I mean, he still sleeps
with a night light.

Really?

- Is that bad?
- No.

No, a lot of people are like that.

Yeah, a lot of six-year-olds.

You, come with me.

Have Robinson take him to the helipad.

- Let's go.
- Maya.

Let's go!

- That's far enough.
- Maya, you okay?

I'm okay.

Well done, Blart.

You thinned my manpower significantly.

Must be getting pretty...

Lonely out there.

You scared?

Not following you.

Your fear of being alone.

- First your wife dumps you at the altar.
- Wrong.

- She was with me six days.
- Great.

So she got to sample the merchandise

and was glad she kept her receipt.

And then your mom

kisses a bus.

It was a milk truck,
but I'll give you that one.

And now your daughter can't wait
to get away from you.

That's not true, Dad.

Well, she's following her destiny,
and I support it fully.

Flag on the play, sloppy.

She says you can't be alone

and that you're doing everything
in your pathetic power

to keep her under your thumb.

- I didn't say that exactly, Dad.
- It's okay, sweetheart.

See, Vincent, I'm fiercely independent,

yet I'm not a big fan of being alone.

I'm a contradiction.

I told you I was crazy.

And I told you that I'm crazy.

You can't out-crazy me.

My crazy will take your crazy,
shove it in a metal tube,

fill it with rats, then blowtorch it

until the rats have no way to escape
except eating their way through your crazy.

Wow. You are oblivious
to the avalanche of insanity

I am about to unload.

You don't know what I will do to you!

You don't know what I'll do to you!

I will spin around until I throw up
on you and your friends.

I simply don't care!

I'll stick your face in maple syrup
and make you sing gospel!

How does that blow
your hair back, Blart?

I will crawl inside you
and lay eggs like a baby spider!

I welcome it!

I've got two different colored eyes!

Shows you how I live my life!

I will bring a folk guitar
to a pumpkin fight,

because that's the way I was brought up!

Okay, you lost me on that last one.

Because that's how crazy I am!

Now, give me back my daughter!

Give me my painting!

Pick it up. Pick it up
before he ruins it.

Get back!

Did you honestly think
that I was gonna be thwarted

by some sweaty,
sluggish non-entity like yourself?

"Non-entity."

See, I knew you couldn't be trusted,

so I took out an insurance policy.

Allow me to introduce you
to a few of my associates.

Gino Chizetti,

Staten Island Industrial Complex.

Saul Gundermutt,

Philadelphia Farmers' Market.

Khan Mubi,

King's Landing Walmart.

And last but not least,

Donna Ericone, Mall of freaking America.

You got to... You got to fan out, guys.

He can't see you.

Fan it out, fan it out.

You have your own superhero.

What's with the cape?

Why are you wearing a cape, Khan?

I came straight from a haircut.

Vincent, you just don't get it, do you?

Fool me once, shame on you.

Fool me twice, shame on me.

Are you sure about that?

You see, I have a little
insurance policy of my own.

See, I thought I took
all of you out, what...

Non-lethal. I get it now.

Shame on you.

We are trained to detect, deter,
observe, and report.

But one day, six years ago,
a man did more than that.

And I am that man!

We are that man!

And so I say to you, sir...

Foot Locker!

Give me the gun. Finish them. Go!

There's a lip on that carpet.

Someone's gonna have to call that in,
get that changed, okay?

Foot Locker!

Dad!

I'm going to the helipad!

Saul! Help me! Help me!

Get back here.

What? What?

- Oh, no.
- You couldn't stay out of the way, could you?

Eduardo, I knew you were part of this.

How is it a man like you
could win the heart

of a woman like Divina?

What are you talking about?
My daughter's been kidnapped!

- Come on, man!
- Look!

We'll never get to them on time.

Hey, Blart. I heard
you need a little backup.

Fun fact for you,
there's no helipad up here.

But there is over there.

Got it.

We don't have much time.

- Thanks, Nick.
- No hard feelings.

Hold on, Paul!

Oh, boy.

Do not look down!

Don't look up, either!

Knot jump!

Coming in hot!

Dad. Come on.

Hey!

You finish loading. I'll finish this.

Up you go, missy.

All right, guys. Who took my show hair?

I think Maya's just seen her future.

Nice punch.

Now, don't move.

You don't move.

Looks like we got ourselves
a sticky situation.

That doesn't sound like something
that can be fixed here.

- You done?
- I am.

Great. So am I.

Oatmeal!

Always bet on Blart.

Dad!

So Paul Blart hadn't
officially peaked after all.

Eduardo and I got past our differences.

I told him that if he ever wanted to go
where the real action was,

there would always be a job for him
at the West Orange Pavilion Mall.

Officer Blart.

He turned me down immediately.

But I did get to meet the man himself...

Mr. Wynn.

...who was appreciative
that I saved his art collection.

Very appreciative.

Holy crawfish!

With all things going my way,
I figured it was time to make a decision

that would change my life forever.

Paul?

You...

- Look at me now.
- Yeah, okay.

You are a fearless man,

a loving father, a strange,

misshapen superhero.

- Thank you.
- And my heart is yours.

Okay, Divina, listen very intently.

Some people think that holding on
is what makes one strong.

But in reality,

our only power is in letting go.

But I love...

That's just it.

See, it's easy to fall in love,
but hard to find someone to catch you.

Besides,

you don't love me.

- But I...
- What you love is the mystery.

That's all I am to you.

You know, I'm a lone cowboy.

A renegade.

A Rocky Mountain steed.

But truth be told, Divina,
I'm none of those things.

I'm a simple man.

Now, the qualities you seek,
they're in him.

That man, sitting right over there.
That man,

just longing to catch...
He's crying right now, isn't he?

Yep, he's crying.

That's a full-on cry.

But he's the real deal, Divina.

He swung in on a rope
like a knight in shining armor,

and he rescued my daughter and me,
and he loves you.

Now, go to him.

Go.

You're right.

But don't kid yourself, Paul Blart.

You are a Rocky Mountain steed.

That actually felt really good.

I might have made a colossal mistake.

Colossal.

Ladies and gentlemen,

to commemorate his long career
of undying loyalty,

honor, and acts of heroism,

above and beyond the call of duty,

twice,

the Security Officers Trade Association
is proud to bestow on Officer Paul Blart

its highest

and, really, only award,

the Safety Medal of Honor.

The road of life is hard.

But once you reach the top,
the view is amazing.

Look, I've given it a lot of thought.

And I'm gonna be really happy

at Central Jersey Applied
Technical Junior College.

- Really?
- Yeah.

So they don't have a football team

or a campus.

I mean, who cares?

The last couple of days
really reracked my priorities.

Well, if you want to stay home
with me and keep me company,

maybe for a year or two until
I get settled, then I have to say,

I think you're crazy.

You're going to UCLA.

And, besides...

Holy crawfish!

That's exactly what I said. I said that.

Now, go. Have fun.

Not too much fun.

All right.

But as for this renegade,
some of us are meant to ride alone.

All by my...

What do we have here?

- Hey!
- Sorry.

You know what you just did?

You jaywalked
in a business district, sir.

Actually, it's "officer."

I apologize.

I should've recognized the steely-eyed gaze
of a fellow brother-in-arms.

You're still giving me a ticket?

Nope.

I'm gonna give you my phone number.

In case you want to grab
a drink sometime.

I don't drink.

But I do ride!

- Are you okay?
- Nope.

But I've never been better.