Bad Boys II Page #6

Let's wait for Josef. You know,

me and digits.

Carlos, could you bring Josef in?

So...

...your partner is here.

Would you like to talk now?

Carlos, another box.

So you sign over ownership papers

for all the Florida clubs you own...

...and l will control everything...

...from point of origin to sale. Okay?

No middleman. Especially Russian

middleman.

With all due respect, Mr. Tapia...

...in my country, l see such things

all the time.

l'm sorry for your country.

That must be some Cuban stupid

tradition to put them in a tortilla bin.

Now, listen to me, you Russian punk.

l, me, Johnny Tapia,

will sever your head off!

You kill me and you will have

a sh*t-storm.

Should l screw your young wife...

...or visit your son,

the soccer player?

My daughter knows your son.

-You're gonna regret this.

-l hope that we can remain friends.

Because at the end, what else

do we have but friendship, trust...

...honor.

Without this,

we are no more than beasts.

The kitchen monitor's out.

What the hell's going on out there?

Sh*t.

l found something.

-It's a guy's finger.

-What, did the rats eat the rest of him?

-What the f*** are you doing?

-Hey, l was just looking for you.

l think l figured out your problem.

Y'all a bunch of filthy motherfuckers.

Blow out!

-What's going on? Sh*t!

-Get out of the house!

This sh*t's got to stop.

F***!

We should go.

Go! Go!

Just another day with Mike Lowrey.

-Damn! Go!

-Come on!

Roberto thinks they were

the gangbangers...

...that tried to hijack the drop, boss.

How did this thing happen?

l don't know. We called the rat people

and these guys showed up.

Maybe you're the rat, huh?

They tried to steal from me, and

you let them into my mother's house.

Johnny. Hey, no.

l would never....

Nobody puts in danger

my daughter, my mother...

...or my money.

Send him to the mortuary.

Johnny. Johnny,

what happened to Roberto?

He killed himself, Mama.

-Very sad.

-Write a nice letter to his mother.

l'll do it.

Okay. Bye.

-Yo, run the print.

-Mike, stop playing, man!

-Run the print.

-Don't touch me with no dead finger.

Excuse me, run this print.

l need to find the owner.

Thank you.

Think you can find out

what's on these shreds?

Of course.

We're thinking about ordering lunch.

Should we put you down for some extra

crispy and a couple of grape sodas?

''Couple of grape sodas.''

-Very funny. That's hilarious.

-lsn't it low tide?

l think it is.

-Don't you have relatives to pick up?

-What?

Yo, now you crossed the line, man.

Okay, no, that's not funny.

We're f***ing with you. We planted

wires, we need some help. No bullshit.

l want you...

...to find out...

...who those two black

puta de mierda are.

And l want them lying right here...

...in Mama's garden

in these coffins!

And our mystery finger

belongs to:

Josef Kuninskavich.

He was a lieutenant in a Russian mob.

Owned a couple dozen

Florida nightclubs.

Tapia's starting to knock off

Russian mob bosses.

Got something.

What you got, d*ckhead?

The computer matches half tones,

gray tones, densities.

Sort of like a visual code-breaking.

Little something l put together.

The shredded papers was a photo.

Some kind of boat. ''Dixie 7. ''

Dixie 7.

-lt's registered to a one Floyd Poteet.

-The Poteet brothers.

One of the KKK guys we busted.

You blew his ear off, remember?

Mike, can you teach me

how to shoot people?

Listen to what we got at Tapia's.

The second-in-command is talking.

He's telling him, ''Yes, boss. We

found a bunch of fat doe f***ers...

-...and we're getting them emptied.''

-Fat does emptied?

-The hell does that mean?

-He has a meeting this afternoon.

-You know who I am?

-Name sounds familiar.

Sense of humor. I like that.

Meet me on the sand,

-She has no idea. Let's roll.

-Y'all come with us.

l ordered a couple

of Bacardi Mojitos.

Miami.

Okay, zoom in on nine.

A little more audio, please.

So, why don't we take a swim?

Cool off.

Or we could just stay here

and get drunk. How about that?

Or we could drink this later.

Unless you have a reason...

...why you don't want to get

that beautiful body of yours wet.

Why not just ask

if l'm wearing a wire?

l'd rather go swimming.

-What the hell's he doing?

-Son of a b*tch.

Sh*t. He's taking her into the water.

This guy's smart.

l want you to work for me. Why waste

time on this unnecessary talking?

lt's very unnecessary. What do

you need with another banker?

For the same reason

as your previous employer.

But now l own all the Russian clubs.

No middleman.

l'm about to be the biggest importer

and distributor of X in North America.

You're gonna be a very rich young

woman. That's why l thought--

l know what you thought, Mr. Tapia.

As long as you don't think it

more than once...

...l'm happy to be in business

with you.

All right.

Let's do business.

What are you,

a cop or a model?

What do you mean? l threw something

on. l like looking good. What?

For who?

Don't hate the player.

Hate the game.

l hate the tailor.

Good job. We'll get him.

Your brother would love to talk

to you down the street.

Whoa, what's going on?

You trying to blow my case

or you just insane?

You're the one taking a dip

with the Cubano maniac.

-How'd you know that?

-We had a wire in the house.

-You two have a warrant for that wire?

-Look, f*** that, okay?

You don't know the kind of danger

that you're in, Syd.

l am fully aware and l am fully capable

of what l am doing.

l am not your baby sister anymore.

For the DEA you ain't nothing

but a honeypot.

What'd you just say?

That's why you got the job, because

you look good in a bathing suit.

All right, let's sit down somewhere.

All right, look, Syd, there's

some sh*t you need to know.

Johnny Tapia is cutting up Russian

mob bosses in his mom's kitchen.

ln the kitchen, Syd.

He found a severed finger

by the crock pot.

You're about to be in the middle

of a drug war.

Miami PD has arrested this guy

Why don't you just hang back

and let us bring him down?

Guys, look, l need this, okay?

And l am this close.

What's ''this close''?

l'm in charge of money laundering

for his entire operation.

ln a month or two we'll have enough

for a conviction and it'll be over.

What about a day or two?

Sound better?

Marcus and l think we found the key

to Tapia's whole operation.

You have nothing to say now, huh?

-Just stuck, right?

-Okay, time-out, y'all. Damn.

We got this peckerwood

that'll put us down...

...with the transport end of Tapia's

operation. Do you want in?

-Why would you--?

-When?

-Tonight.

-Page me.

Should l bring my thong?

Get your b*tch hands off.

l'll knock you the f*** out.

Mike, we're trying to keep her

out of trouble, man...

...not invite her in.

Man, l just figured, you know,

if she with us...

...that's just less trouble

she could get into.

l'm gonna keep it real with you too,

man. l think she can handle herself.

l'm gonna keep it real with you.

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