Bad Boys II

Ja, all this is under control.

A hundred and fifty million dollars

and my dope is on the way.

Today is gonna be a good day.

We are 25 degrees north,

The cargo's being dropped.

Good.

-Do you want to see his gun?

-Yeah.

Bang. Bang.

Sorry, Johnny.

F***ing b*tches.

lnfrared's got a live one

on the water.

Air Force Stallion C-1 4

to Coast Guard.

We've got a fast-moving contact

heading 3-5-0 toward South Florida.

Captain, Air Force Stallion has a

contact at 1 -8-0 closing fast.

This is Coast Guard cutter Valiant.

Request to know your intentions.

Vessel off our port bow,

this is U.S. Coast Guard.

lntercept is 1 -8-0, speed 1 7 knots.

Make it so, chief. Scramble the helo.

Vessel off our port bow.

This is U.S. Coast Guard.

Request to know your intentions

at this time.

lncoming.

Valiant, Valiant.

This is Coast Guard 6-0-0-3.

Negative contact with target. Over.

Captain, we've lost target.

Here's your delivery and payment.

Is it done?

-Cargo is on Dixie 7.

-Okay.

All right, TNT, for the millionth time,

listen up.

Since 9-1 1 , we've gone hi-tech over

water. Dope runners have gone low.

Our source says the biggest X

shipment on record arrives tonight...

...and we want to know

who's behind it.

Hopefully in a few hours

we'll have our answer.

We'll hit from three directions:

We'll go in with a water team, vehicle

assault and we got guys on foot.

We cannot make a move until our UCs

have lD'd the drugs and called us in.

No call, we back away.

And these guys we're going after...

...they got a lot of firepower and they

hate the law. So eyes open out there.

Bravo's on the move.

Heads up. Here comes the drop.

F***. My lens is flaring.

l can't see sh*t.

Brothers! Gather around!

Hey.

-Why didn't you say there was a rally?

-Who's looking?

-Take that sh*t. l'm out of here.

-Sh*t.

-White power!

-White power!

-White power!

-White power!

Blue power, motherfuckers.

Miami PD.

Aw, damn. lt's the Negroes.

Casper, drop the bag.

Alpha leader, bring them in.

Bad boys, bad boys

What you gonna do?

What you gonna do

When we come for you?

-Dude, you gotta learn the words.

-We usually only do the chorus.

Alpha leader, hit it. Br--

Repeat your transmission.

Alpha leader to Bravo Four,

please continue relay.

Where's backup?

-Alpha leader, bring them in. Hit it.

-Mike, l'm only getting static.

lt's all static.

The radios are f***ed.

-Something funny? Something funny?

-Mike, where are they?

Got you, n*gger.

-Looks like we got us a situation here.

-You won't shoot.

You got a gun to his head, so you

think l won't splatter you all over?

That's what l think.

My partner came here tonight

prepared to die.

Hell-- Hell, no!

lncinerating trash like you.

Ready to die, right, Marcus?

-The f*** l want to do that for?

-Scared, ain't you, boy?

A:
Put the gun down, tell me

who brings this sh*t in...

...and maybe l'll just

pop one in your shoulder.

Or B:
Keep acting all Brody

and l'll put one in your chest.

Or C:
You know, take the time

to talk a minute.

You know, de-escalate the situation.

See, that's my partner's

new spiritual bullshit.

Me? l actually prefer shooting

motherfuckers.

A lot of movement going on.

Can't see the UCs.

-I think something's going down.

-Don't move yet.

Mike, the man has a gun to my head.

He'll put it down if a hollow point's

in his eye!

Your partner's a cocky n*gger.

-Damn. Now, was that necessary, sir?

-See?

He can't just be a cop?

He got to be a nigga too?

l'll hot this fool.

-Calm down.

-Calm down? l'm calm.

l'm calm! Hey! Whoa! Whoa!

l am way too unstable

for that bullshit.

Stop all the goddamned movement!

Everybody stop moving!

We can't let you all go, but this

sh*t'll get worked out in court.

We got our rights.

Exercise your right

to shut the f*** up.

l'm all right. l'll give you a warning.

lt's the best l can do for all of youse!

Okay? He's crazy.

-You got 3 seconds to drop your gun.

-He has anger issue problems!

-One.

-He goes to bed early for this sh*t!

Just to wake up to pop one

in a motherf***er!

-Two!

-Mike, no!

Gun!

Rock 'n' roll! Let's go!

Kill them cops!

Marcus!

Go! Go! Go! Go! Come on, go!

-Get down!

-Drop the--!

-l didn't do sh*t!

-Get your hands up.

l didn't do it!

The radios were f***ed up. Get some

medics over here. You guys okay?

-Yeah, we're fine.

-What you mean, ''we''?

Motherf***er shot me

in the ass, man.

-Who shot you in the ass?

-Who? That ''who'' would be you.

-Me? l shot you?

-Yeah.

l mean, l was shooting.

Yeah, l did a lot of shooting.

But l ain't saying l shot you

in the ass.

l ain't saying l didn't shoot you...

...but, damn! Somebody shot you

in the ass.

Tell me about it.

-Yo, man, how's it feel?

-lt's hot, man.

l can smell my ass burning.

Mike, you should give it a little kiss

so it'll feel better.

Pretend like we're not even here.

Hey, isn't Ricky Martin having

a concert? Get the f*** on.

-You always gotta go racial, man.

-lt's sad, man.

l think it's cool. lt hit the meat.

lt ain't nowhere near the hole.

Two lousy bags?

What about the biggest shipment

of ecstasy to come out of Amsterdam?

Let me worry about my snitch,

all right?

lt's a lot of cop work for nothing!

Take your ass home somewhere.

Tonight la policia jacked my mules.

Who can tell me how those jackals

knew where to bite Johnny Tapia?

Speak up, cousins.

You're lucky they did not find

my drugs on Dixie 7.

Change the boat schedule.

We can't.

We got a shipment Thursday.

Change it after.

Just keep them guessing.

You know, unlike you, my daddy

didn't leave me no trust fund.

l got real-world sh*t

to deal with, Mike.

l'm not in it for the thrills.

Same old sh*t, different day.

All right, yes, damn.

l shot you, all right?

But you'd be seeing nothing at all

if l hadn't made my move.

l don't know why

you acting so angry.

-You're misinformed. l'm not angry.

-No, you're very angry.

No, l'm not angry.

You are angry. lt's okay.

l'm not angry. Except when

you keep repeating ''you're angry.''

That sh*t's f***ing annoying.

Like a f***ing gnat at a barbecue.

Just bugging the f*** out of me.

Good. l want you to say:

''l'm angry. lt's okay.

l'll process my anger.

l love myself.

Whoosah.''

l don't know what the f***

you mean.

Yes, you do know what the f***

l mean.

You're the one that needs therapy.

-l did my therapy.

-When?

Capt. Howard made me do it after

l shot them people at the airport.

Whoosah.

Whoosah!

Officer Mike.

-Papi. That's ''daddy,'' right?

-Yeah.

Whoosah.

Mike, you go to therapy

to get your issues worked out...

...not bang your therapist.

-See, now you just talking nasty.

-l gotta survive.

l gotta start loving me for me.

That sound like that group thing.

Maybe l did the group thing

once or twice.

Whoosah.

-And whoosah.

-Whoosah.

A bunch of men hugging and kissing,

that's some cult sh*t.

Buy.

lgnore him, doc, he's blowing

this out of proportion.

My ass is what's out of proportion,

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