4Hans Landa and the Basterds in Inglourious Basterds
In Inglourious Basterds, Hans Landa is a Nazi officer known as "The Jew Hunter" due to his skills tracking down and killing God's chosen people, a job he greatly enjoys. At the end of the film, Landa recognizes that the Nazis will eventually lose the war and makes a deal with Brad Pitt and Ryan from The Office to allow Hitler's assassination in exchange for a full military pension and American citizenship.
"It's mostly white people in America though, right?"
Once Hitler is dead, however, the Basterds betray Landa and give him a brand new swastikut.
Why It Doesn't Make Sense:
Let's try to look at this from Landa's perspective: He knows everything about the Basterds, so he's aware that they are extremely devoted to Nazi killing -- suicidally so. He pretty much called them terrorists to their faces and saw they had friggin' suicide bombs strapped to their ankles. They do not give a shit about anything but killing Nazis, and yet Landa for some reason thought they would make an exception with him and not carve a swastika on his forehead.
"Here is a man who can be relied on for his restraint."
And that's the worst part here: Landa is appalled when the Basterds kill his friend and do their number on him. He didn't know this was a thing people did. We're talking about a Nazi officer and a remorseless killer here.
Remember, he didn't have to put himself in that situation -- Landa was the one who set the conditions of the deal, not the Americans. He was the one who decided that Pitt and his partner should get their weapons back when they exit German territory and carry him as a prisoner the rest of the way. He could have just as easily demanded they let him take a bunch of his guys to make sure there was no funny business, and that no sharp objects were allowed within a 10-mile radius of a Basterd. Hell, he's letting them kill Hitler: He could have demanded anything and they would have still said yes.
"The short guy, yeah ... no teeth."
3Detective Riggs and the LAPD in Lethal Weapon
In the original Lethal Weapon, the LAPD partners up middle-aged conservative Sgt. Murtaugh (Danny Glover) with young loose cannon Martin Riggs (Mel Gibson). The result inaugurated a proud cinematic tradition of Glover claiming to be too old for shit and Gibson acting like a dangerous lunatic long before both of those things sadly became true. But for a while there, it was magical.
"Eh, needs more Joe Pesci." -- someone, at some point.
The whole thing starts when Riggs, a narcotics officer, has a disastrous case that ends with him goading a drug dealer to shoot him before taking the guy hostage and almost shooting the dealer himself. The LAPD addresses the situation by transferring Riggs to homicide, hoping that some of Murtaugh's common sense will rub off on him.
Why It Doesn't Make Sense:
We are so busy being amused by the hilariously incompatible Riggs and Murtaugh that we miss the much stranger relationship: Riggs and the Los Angeles Police Department. After all, Riggs' psychological problems aren't manifesting themselves as missed work days or arguments with co-workers around the office. He's escalating routine drug buys into shootouts, ranting about suicide and jumping off of rooftops. Guys, let this man find a new line of work.
Maybe like a teacher or something?
Instead, they transfer him to homicide, where his job will be to confront murderers. It's like assigning an alcoholic waiter to tend bar ... after he got drunk and pissed on a client. The chief of police thinks that Riggs is just faking it to draw a psycho pension, but that's irrelevant: The fact remains that Riggs is actively behaving like a nutjob and shouldn't be allowed anywhere near guns.
Also, for God's sake someone do something about that mullet.
The LAPD is reluctant to fire Riggs due to a combination of feeling bad about him losing his wife and being too cheap to pay his pension, but there's a huge leap between "let's keep him around" and "let's send him on our most dangerous cases." They could have easily assigned him to traffic detail or given him a desk job. Sure, he could have still jumped under a truck or stuck a pencil in his eye, but at least he wouldn't be hurting anyone else.
"There are at least 17 ways I could kill myself with printer toner."
And out of all the homicide detectives they could have partnered him with, Murtaugh was the absolute worst. He has no incentive to keep Riggs on the straight and narrow like the LAPD hopes -- they all know he's planning to retire soon, because he mentions it every five seconds. He gives so little of a shit that he actually hands Riggs a loaded gun at one point and yells at him to pull the trigger ... which is exactly what he does. If Riggs hadn't taken like 10 seconds to move that finger, Murtaugh would have had to buy a new suit.