Bad Boys II Page #11

If she says your sister's there...

...she is there.

Three o'clock sharp, the bag of cats

and iguanas go over the fence.

Hopefully the motion detectors'll go

so crazy security'll shut them off.

My guys will watch the outside

for any military.

lf they come, that's bad.

Let's make this count, guys.

We're in.

Goddamn it, it's the fifth time today.

Carlos, turn off the motion sensors

till we get it fixed.

-Look what l found. Can l keep them?

-No.

All right, guys...

-...sensors are down. Time to move.

-We are 1 00% go.

Let's go.

Left. Left. Yeah. There we go.

This is not as easy as it looks.

Okay, we're at the T.

Split right.

Good luck, guys.

Let's go. Come on, let's go.

Find the soccer game.

Sniff it out, baby. Sniff it out.

To the left. To the left. Oh, sh*t.

Oh, you did not see me.

-Ready to bust into the escape tunnel.

-There we go. Soccer.

Sorry.

Go, go, go, go, go!

Go!

Get me the American b*tch.

Call General Santos.

Tell him l need him now!

Sorry, darling. Take her outside

to safety. Come on.

-Carlos, this is not good!

-l know!

-Where is General Santos?!

-He's coming, boss!

You f***ing maricons!

l'm gonna blow your head off!

F***!

What's happened to this gun?

My son will slice you into chorizo.

-Mama, l'm very sorry.

-You little puta!

-Vargas, you in?

-We got Mama and the girl.

We're entering the house. Go!

Move! Move! Move!

Everything's clear outside.

You got 30 seconds max. Haul ass.

You got two rovers on the balcony.

l can't get a shot off.

See the rover? l missed him!

Get down! Get down now!

-Get down!

-Down!

Move! Move! Move!

-Marcus!

-Come on!

Move! We got the package.

Move now. lt's turning

into a real bad day.

-Vargas, we're coming back. Cover us!

-We got you covered, baby.

Somebody talk to me.

What's going on?

The military is everywhere.

-This is bad, l have to go.

-Listen, you have a lot of company.

Get out of there now!

l'm hit! l'm hit!

Head for the tunnel. l'll blow this.

Go, go! Get out!

Mike, you gotta get out.

Vargas! Get out! Abort!

Vargas! Get out! Abort!

We won't reach the tunnel!

Go to plan B.

-We're going to plan B!

-What plan B?!

You don't pay attention to sh*t!

-What's the plan B?

-That's your problem!

Are you f***ing shitting me?

Let's go!

-Follow me! Follow me!

-l will--

Plan B? What the hell is plan B?

-Tito, what you doing here?

-You need a Cuban guide, fool.

This way!

-They won't make it to the tunnel.

-Let's blow out of here!

Keys, keys, keys!

Oh, my God! No! God!

Oh, my God!

Plan B did not have

that big-ass gun in it!

You call this plan B?!

What the plan B stand for? Bullshit!

Do you want to drive?!

Yeah, pull over by the f***ers

with the machine guns!

Sh*t!

l am not to be f***ed with!

l missed the part of the meeting when

you drive through the dining room.

And right out the front door.

Get in the truck!

Cuban army was everywhere.

-Gotta get us to Guantanamo Bay!

-No.

You can't drive onto

a U.S. Naval base.

Hey, we're Americans, okay?

Marcus, you know how when

we usually get in these situations...

...l'm always trying to make you

feel better, like we'll be all right.

-Yeah, yeah.

-l could say it...

...but that'd be a bunch

of bullshit today.

Military, military.

-Which way?!

-No, right! Right! Go right!

These are drug dealer shacks.

They make cocaine here.

Hope there's sh*t in there

that likes to blow.

Faster! l'll kill you, motherf***er!

l'm gonna go for it.

-This is a big-ass hill.

-Sh*t.

-Oh, sh*t! ls this still called plan B?

-No, this is definitely plan C.

Oh, Jesus!

God! God!

Everybody start shooting

at somebody!

Shoot! Shoot!

-Sh*t! l'm out!

-l got two rounds left.

-One in the chamber.

-l'm out.

All these guns

and none of you got no bullets?!

-l got one in my hip!

-Oh, God, he's hit!

There! Gitmo!

U.S. soil, baby. U.S. soil.

Come on! Go!

-Americans on the way!

-Whoa, watch--

Run it! Run it!

Go.

Go! Go! Go!

F***.

Mike!

We're Americans!

l pay my motherfucking taxes!

Shoot them!

Hey, f***ing gringo. Drop the gun!

Put it down! Put it down!

They can't help you.

You're staying in Cuba.

You are standing

on a live minefield!

Do not move!

Look, why don't we all go home--

Well, we'll go home,

you go to a hotel.

Work this sh*t out another day. None

of us is having a good day right now.

-Give me the gun!

-Okay.

l'll toss it right at your feet...

...right next to the mine.

Now, that's how

you supposed to shoot!

From now on,

that's how you shoot!

Oh, l want my next partner

to shoot just like that.

lt take a dysfunctional motherf***er

to bust somebody in the head like that.

That's some dysfunctional sh*t.

My next partner'll invite me

to his barbecues, though.

Come here, girl. Come here.

l came all the way to Cuba for this.

Come on.

Y'all gotta do that

around land mines?

Would you tell them that that sh*t is

dangerous around these land mines?

You know, Mike, this ain't easy

for me, but I was wrong.

l'll be very proud for you

to date my sister.

-Thanks, man.

-All right.

You know, me and Syd

thought about it...

...and your behavior

was so crazy that...

...any magic we could've captured,

probably best if we didn't.... You know.

You're just gonna take advantage

of my little sister?

Already you breaking her heart?

-What you talking about?

-She not good enough for you?

Syd, Mike says you ain't sh*t!

Now, why would you scream out

some crazy nonsense like that?

l don't appreciate you coming here,

disrespecting me in my new pool.

l bought your new pool.

Why don't you hook this pool up

to your Ferrari and drag it out of here?

First of all, l was joking.

And second of all, all this right here,

smell yourself right now.

Because this moment is

what's wrong with you.

l got the transfer papers

in the trash can.

l'll get them and glue them

the f*** up.

-Glue them up.

-What?

-Want some glue?

-We won't be partners no more.

l got glue in the car.

l'm trying to talk to you. lt's hot, l

feel like l'm cooking in this f***er...

...and l gotta hear sh*t out of you?

Then on top of that sh*t...

...you gonna dog my baby sister?

Oh, this that bullshit!

Dad!

Dad!

l kept the warranty.

l kept the warranty!

Bad boys, bad boys

What you gonna do?

What you gonna do

When we come for you?

Bad boys, bad--

Come on, you gotta learn the words.

Mike, you don't know

the damn words either.

Bad boys, bad boys

What you gonna do?

What you gonna do

When they come for you?

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