Bad Boys II Page #3

So for your $3 million

that we shrunk for you...

...you get 2 million in clean money

back.

Less our percentage: $300,000.

-l'll be delivering these to your dealer.

-Alexei.

-What?

-We're giving too f***ing much away.

We take all the risk.

And our suppliers take too much

of our profit.

Yeah, we'll call the general,

renegotiate.

He's a businessman,

we're businessmen.

Yeah, call him.

You call.

Agents, we're on the move

to the money drop.

Forward.

Hey, man, the truck's leaving.

We're going to follow it.

Don't lose that truck.

Follow that truck. Follow that truck.

Yep, they saddling up.

Look like lcepick came through.

Wonder whose sh*t

they about to rip now?

Falcon One, do you see her?

Stand by.

l don't want to get spotted,

take a burn.

Zoepound a bunch of pirates, man.

Steal anything.

Black Suburban at 1 0 o'clock.

Oh, come on, baby.

Park it at the top.

Roberto, she's coming to you.

l got her.

This is Falcon One, guys.

l got her coming up.

Heads up, guys.

l got an orange muscle car.

Looks to be three black male

occupants.

lt's out of our field of vision.

Bring it up.

All right, be aware,

we got three bogeys unidentified.

Guys, we got three bogeys.

They're splitting up. They're moving.

Be aware. They're approaching--

Sh*t. Sh*t.

-F***, it's a hit!

-Sh*t.

Agent down. Agent down.

Roberto, f***ing follow them!

-l'm on it! l'm on it!

-Sh*t!

Stay here!

Son of a b*tch!

lt's Syd!

Move! Move!

Man, what is your sister into?

Sidewalk! Sidewalk!

Move! Move!

Sh*t.

-Sh*t!

-l need backup on Canal, now!

You just get ready to shoot.

Police!

Stop the car!

Man, your badge?! He has a gun!

Shoot him!

Mike, she's in trouble, man.

Move! Get out of the way!

l think l done just got mad.

-Gun! Gun! Gun!

-Hold on.

Now show them your badge!

-This sh*t is crazy.

-l know, right?

Move! Move!

Get the world down here!

Sh*t!

Go! Go!

Get out!

You, drive!

Go!

Go, go, go, Mike! Punch that sh*t!

Punch it!

Kill the f***er!

Sh*t!

Move! Move!

-Don't lose her, Mike!

-This is what l do!

Sh*t! Sh*t.

Definitely shoot

that motherf***er that just--

Oh, man, my headlight.

Shoot back! Shoot back!

Shoot! Shoot!

What the--?!

What are you doing, man?

-That's my bad.

-Shoot outside!

Pay attention to what you're doing.

These dudes is off the chain!

Jesus! F***!

-This is some sick sh*t!

-Yep, it's about to get sicker.

Watch out! Watch out!

Oh, sh--!

-Oh, they are not about to do that.

-Hell, yes, they are!

Go!

-You see that?!

-They throwing cars! How can l not?!

-l'm just trying to help, okay?!

-You know what'd be f***ing helpful?

Just shut the f*** up and let me drive!

Let's try that!

Hey, come on, man,

with the screaming sh*t!

l'm concentrating on dodging

these f***ers.

Just relax.

-That was a flip!

-That motherf***er flipped!

-That one puckered up my butthole.

-Almost f***ing crushed my head.

The boat!

l lost them. Yeah, l've got your cargo

to the backup drop point.

Attention all units,

suspects still at large.

There she is.

What the f*** is going on, Syd?

Some desk you're driving.

Get over here, l'm undercover.

And please call off your dogs.

l got DEA watching my back,

so don't blow my case.

-We saved your life.

-And l appreciate that.

What l don't appreciate is

you two following me here...

...nearly burning a case

that took five months to set up.

So now we lie to each other?

ls that what we do?

-What do you want me to do?

-All right.

-F*** that, Mike, she's wrong.

-Calm down. Relax.

Syd, are there drugs in that truck?

-There's cash.

-Where's it going?

-l can't tell you that.

-Why not?

Because l have a career and if l

want to keep it, l have rules to follow.

What's that mean?

My orders are, under no circumstances

share information with Miami PD...

-...because they got too many leaks.

-Oh. l'm Miami PD now?

You done forgot l'm your big brother,

huh?

You know what, Syd,

that sh*t you did was reckless...

...it was stupid and it was dangerous.

Okay?

l'm telling Mommy. Okay?

l'm definitely leaking that sh*t.

Hey, Marcus--

Syd, come on, he got a point.

Your brother loves you.

Not to mention a little thing

called professional courtesy.

You bouncing in somebody's yard,

you should let them know about it.

First time using your gun?

Hey, you handled yourself

very well.

Too bad your partner didn't notice.

Thanks.

Think you get off that easy? You

been working this for five months?

How come you ain't tell me

in New York?

-What would you have said?

-l would've--

l'd have let you know this job

is rugged, you know.

lt's dangerous. And if something

happen to you l might....

Exactly why l didn't say anything.

Somebody's stealing your money.

The drop's done. l gotta go.

Thanks.

We gotta close this case

before it get her killed.

Yeah, no doubt.

You ready to go back to the station,

get our asses whupped?

l think we gonna be all right.

Fellas.

What's your job description?

No, you two.

What is your job description?

l'll tell you.

TNT:

Tactical Narcotics Team.

Keyword:
''tactical.''

''Displaying finesse and subtlety

in achieving a goal!''

Tell me, gentlemen...

...what was subtle about your work

today?

Twenty-two cars...

...and a boat, totaled?

How did you sink a boat?

We didn't sink it.

Whoosah.

All right, the positive.

Thank God no cops died.

The negative:
l got a police

commissioner so far up my ass...

...if he spits it's coming out

of my mouth.

But l know that there's

always two sides to a story.

So, what's yours?

Well, l was at a family barbecue.

We got a tip that the Zoepounders...

...were gonna do a hit on cash or

drugs from this big-time X-Man.

That's what they call

a ecstasy dealer on the streets.

Marcus, l know what they call them.

That's why l'm captain. lt's cool.

So you got the drugs.

No drugs. Oh, okay. All right.

How about the money?

-No money.

-Nope.

Then who is this X-Man?

Captain, l was at a family barbecue.

So l--

We don't know,

but we are going to find out.

Well, then all that...

-...was for nothing?

-We didn't do all of that.

lf you look close--

Watch. Hold up. Let me s--

There's DEA all over.

Wait, the-- Wait, hold up.

The DEA? Without consulting me?!

That's a DEA car right there.

Christ! F***!

Cap. No. Remember

your pressure points.

Do my.... My exercises.

-Holler at your boy.

-Whoosah.

Twenty-one thousand?

What?!

Oh, kiss my black ass.

lt was the dashboard.

-You know what?

-Better.

Yeah, you'll get your money.

Somebody's on they way

with your money.

ls it possible we could discuss

potential reimbursement--

We don't cover personal property.

That's why we drive police cars.

So where do we go from here?

Zoepounders knew exactly when

to hit the drop, where to hit the drop...

...so we figure they know

where the cash is.

We find the cash, we find the X-Man.

Hey, l'm through playing games,

all right? l have three cops critical.

l got kids dying on my streets

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